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It had been a rough few months for the orange tabby cat. First, it had been that drider, Mya. Mallory still didn't know how to feel about that particular encounter, but what she did know was that the drider parts and poison hadn't netted her nearly as much cash as she had expected or planned for.

Then it was the dragon. That stupid bastard dragon with his smug mouth. She hadn't walked right for a week after that idiot had been through with her. He was supposed to just be a drake too mind you!

And he had taken her breastplate! She didn't have money to replace it, so she had been forced to just pick up whatever she could afford instead. That ended up being a leather piece more suited to traveling than fighting. It certainly wasn't the toughest, and it was a bit too big, but she supposed that it was better than nothing.

If anything it should be plenty to deal with her latest target. A cadre of Hellhounds had been harassing the local livestock populations and had even gotten so bold as to attack some traveling merchants. Mallory had no idea what they were doing so far from the Nine Hells, but she was paid to take care of monsters, not to question them.

She could use a payment soon too. Unlike her previous adventures, she hadn't been able to afford any potions or equipment to take as a backup or even to get any special clothing for the trip. Luckily the late fall air wasn't too biting yet, but word was that a harsh winter was on the way. If Mallory didn't land a nice payday before then...well she didn't want to think about it.

But she wouldn't have to! Every proof of a killed hellhound was about a month's rent in her tiny apartment, and there were supposedly well over a dozen in this pack. Mallory was practically salivating already at the thought of how good a victory steak was going to taste once she turned in those proofs.

The cat stumbled over a dip in the path she was following, the sudden jolt snapping her out of those daydreams. She hadn't won yet. She needed to focus and not get overconfident. Not again.

Still, they were hellhounds this time. Not driders, not dragons, nothing intelligent. They could be tough, but tough was no substitute for actual planning and strategy. Nor for a sword. And if Mallory still had anything, it was that she was GOOD with her sword.

It was about time that she turned her potential into results again.

Mallory took a deep breath as she reached the top of a lightly forested knoll, using the vantage point to try to see anything of note around her. She knew vaguely where the attacks had been coming from based on the reports of the farmers, so she just needed something a bit more precise to hone in on.

Something like those thin plumes of smoke wisping up from just beyond the nearby glen! Hellhounds had a fearsome bite for sure, but their fiery breath was what made them scary. It was also hard for them to completely control, so accidental blazes like those were quite common.

It should be an easy trail then! Mallory had a skip in her step as she headed deeper into the more wooded area, colorful fallen leaves crunching beneath her feet. Such a satisfying feeling. Autumn had always been her favorite season, and it wasn't just because all of the trees started to match her fur and hair.

The thrill of the hunt was starting to take hold of the cat now too. Her tail twitched behind her and the breeze that had felt chill before was refreshing now, invigorating even. Even if her last few expeditions hadn't gone well, this was going to be her moment!

Mallory tossed her sword from hand to hand deftly, a nervous tick the ambidextrous swordswoman had picked up back when she was first learning how to handle a blade. She was intimately familiar with the feeling of her narrow weapon at every angle and speed, and even just holding it was comforting to her.

That weight in her paws made her feel even better as she started nearing the source of those wisps of smoke. She was on full alert now, her tail puffed up slightly as her ears twitched from side to side, trying to pinpoint the source of every little twig cracking and leaf rustling around her. Most of it was just from small forest animals, birds, squirrels, and a few rabbits.

But not all. Something bigger was moving along to the southeast of her. No, make that two somethings. The cat's eyes narrowed and she instantly started walking more quietly. It was incredible how light on her feet she could be when she wanted, even in her sturdy boots.

The hellhounds on the other hand weren't so quiet. Why would they be? As far as they knew, they were the apex predators around these parts.

But that was only because Mallory wasn't usually here! Still, two of them at once was more dangerous. The cat carefully unsheathed her misericorde, the small, well-oiled blade not even making a sound as she did. She held it in a reverse grip, thumb on top, just like she had been instructed. She was not going to fail again.

Like an orange flash the cat sprinted forward, jumping and pushing herself off of a tree to send herself towards the canine beasts. That dash broke the silence of her approach and both of the hellhounds turned towards her, but it was already too late. A glint of polished metal in the afternoon sun was the last thing the beast on her right saw before her slash severed its spine just behind the back of its head.

That one was dead instantly, but the other wouldn't have a chance to fight back either. Mallory didn't trust her finishing dagger to kill it in one blow, so she instead slashed for the Achilles tendon on its right rear leg, using the speed of her movement to add to the strength of her slice.

It was more than enough. The beast yowled as its leg gave out under it, falling into its own hot blood. Honestly, the thing was loud enough to wake the dead, but it certainly didn't make any smart moves in its defense. All it did was try to scramble away on its remaining good paws, noisily howling and yelping the whole time.

Mallory could have sprinted faster than the hound when it had all of its legs working, so with it already injured she had no problems positioning herself for another clean killing blow to the back of the neck. Honestly, she had thought this would be harder. The infernal beasts hadn't even been able to use their fire breath! The closest thing they had done to damage was that yowling scream hurting her ears.

Easy was good for business though. Mallory cut the right ears off of both of the beasts before wiping off their blood on some moss as best she could. Hellhounds didn't have the most corrosive blood, but she kept her equipment clean and didn't need that sulfurous odor hanging around her stuff.

Stashing the ears and her knife away, Mallory set off in the direction that the beasts had been heading. There didn't seem to be any more that were close by, so perhaps these were just some outliers or scouts. She didn't need to know, they were dead now anyways. Their proofs would be a nice little stack of change either way. Two wasn't quite enough, but it was a start.

A start that was going to be improved upon quite soon! Mallory's ears perked up as she heard another one close by. She spotted it soon after and started moving in carefully. Her tail wasn't as puffed up this time, her confidence back in full swing. She had just taken two, so why would one be a concern?

The cat resumed her silent stalking mode, trying to get close before she made her final dash again. A flash of alarm went through her as she could have sworn that it looked back towards her, but it must not have seen her. It continued walking...no, limping towards the thickest of the smoke plumes; probably their main camp.

Well, this would be just too easy! This one was already injured, so she wouldn't have to worry about a thing. Mallory was much bolder as she moved towards it. She could have silently stalked it as carefully as the other two, but what was the point?

It spotted her in earnest from about 30 feet away and growled, starting to move more quickly as it did. That had the opposite of the intended effect though, the sight of a limping prey trying to get away only succeeded in igniting something primal in Mallory's mind. She grinned a predatory grin, picking up her own pace to a light jog. Why overrun it quickly when she could enjoy this instead?

The beast was surprisingly fast on its injured paw, but Mallory was faster. She closed the distance, getting closer and closer until it was just outside of sword range. The catfolk grinned maniacally, pulling her blade back as she prepared to strike, lashing out...and slicing nothing but air.

The beast broke into a run. A run that shouldn't be possible with an injured paw. What in the nine hells? Mallory twisted around, looking back the way she came as her mind wrapped around just what was happening.

So many pairs of obsidian black eyes stared back at her. She counted at least five in that direction, fanned out in an almost perfect semicircle.

A fucking trap. These stupid beasts had somehow set out a trap for her! She snarled, unable or unwilling to believe she had been so stupid. The second one she had slain wasn't crying out in pain, it was warning the others! No wonder the bounty on them had been so high.

Things only got worse too. The circle around her started closing in, and she could see it was a full circle. At least ten of the beasts were surrounding her, including the one that had been pretending to limp.

She would kill him first.

Mallory wished she had a better option here. Running could maybe work, briefly. She couldn't sprint forever though, and she knew that canine packs loved nothing more than to pick off fleeing prey. She hadn't brought her fire potion from the last fight as they were immune, and she hadn't been able to afford anything else. The closest thing she had to a trick for this battle was taking out her dagger so she could fight with both hands.

Maybe there was still a chance here. If she could slay some quickly maybe the rest would be scared and back off. The key to this situation would be not taking on more than she could handle. Easier said than done, but maybe possible.

Mallory started walking briskly back towards the way she had come, hoping to put their formation off-center. If she could get to one side of their circle they could only attack her with that half of their group at best. She had the dagger in her favored reverse grip in her left hand and the sword in her right as she started into a light jog.

They immediately saw right through her strategy. The group of canine monsters mirrored her movements, with the side she was heading towards backing off while the ones she was moving away from moved more quickly to make up for it. She hissed in annoyance, moving even faster to try to break up their formation.

It worked, though not as well as she would have hoped. Mallory got close enough to slash at one of the demonic beasts, drawing a bit of blood but not much more. That's when the others made their move.

Two of them lunged at her from either side, forcing Mallory to break off her attack. Fine, an aggressive defense could be just as effective. The tabby used her agility to quickly get under one of the leaping creatures, using its own speed and weight against it to impale the thing on her sword in a magnificent thrust!

A yowl of pain filled the air, the colossal canine thrashing about as Mallory yanked her sword free. Boiling hot blood spilled freely onto the fall leaves coating the forest floor, giving the crisp autumn air a sulfuric taint.

One down, ten to go. The knight had no chance to celebrate her minor victory, immediately being forced to slash at the other lunging beast with her knife. It had seen how dangerous her blades were though and stayed well clear of that swishing arc. They learned fast.

Mallory almost felt like she had things in her control here. The twitching hellhound body shielded her from the right, while her quick misericorde kept the beast on her left to merely snapping at her ineffectually. It was oddly persistent though, never getting close enough to hurt her or be hurt itself. Just forcing her to keep paying attention to it.

The cat realized what was about to happen just before it did. Her ears perked up, feeling the heat mere milliseconds before the crushing weight of a full-grown hellhound was smashing into her back. She tumbled over, feeling the disadvantage of the more flexible leather armor dearly as the wind was knocked out of her completely.

She grunted in pain as she struggled to right herself, desperately trying to flip herself over as she wrestled with the four-legged bastard. In this situation, the length of her sword was a disadvantage, the usually graceful instrument now feeling hopelessly cumbersome.

Her knife had no such problem though. In that tangle of limbs, Mallory managed to bring her short blade around and deep into the side of the hellish canine hunter! It yelped loudly, the previously strong wrestling quickly giving way to fevered struggles. The knight didn't relent, pulling her knife out to stab again and again, puncturing holes in as many vital organs as she could reach.

Mallory was slick with steaming-hot blood and her nostrils clogged with sulfur as she raised herself from the writhing hound, turning her head just in time to see what was coming her way, but not quickly enough to react. Again it was two of the beasts at once, but unlike before Mallory was unable to move quickly enough to counter. Two vicious bites latched onto her, one on each wrist! Mallory screamed as she was dragged down, the weight of two full-grown hellhounds more than enough to force her to fall forward hard!

Had she just fallen it wouldn't have been a problem. Even with the impact winding her she could have squirmed out, she was good at that. The real problem was how the beasts held onto her arms, their sharp teeth digging into her flesh and keeping both of her weapons at bay. She tried to use her wrists to turn the blades onto her attackers but to no avail. Vicious snarls from the tabby didn't convince them to budge either, much as Mallory wished they would, and the stupid things just would not let go!

A third was approaching from in front of her. Or maybe when she was on her stomach it counted as above her? It didn't matter. All that mattered was that it stood over her now, showing off just how small the feline knight was in comparison. Just how helpless the girl was to stop the powerful canine from reaching its open jaws down towards her body. That hot, acrid, sulfuric breath poured over her in panted waves.

That alone would have made Mallory wince, but when those teeth were put around the back of her neck she immediately stopped moving even the slightest bit. It occurred to the knight that while her previous failed attempts at monster slaying had been awful and humiliating, she had at least survived them. When little pricks of pain poked into her on both sides of her neck she quickly realized just how much worse things could get.

In her first show of weakness Mallory whimpered slightly, stopping her struggling as she braced for a bit of pain, then a whole lot of nothing.

It didn't come.

First, a second passed, then five. She cautiously opened her eyes but saw nothing save for that powerful body and its burnt-black fur above her.

A deep growl shook her body. It wasn't even a sound so much as vibrations shaking her body directly from the canine beast with its jaws around her neck. It was a primal threat that she knew she couldn't ignore.

"F-fine! What do you want you stupid mutt?" She said begrudgingly, squirming around slightly in the toothy grip she was now held in. The way that it was holding the scruff of her neck was just like one would do for an unruly kitten and it was stirring feelings that weren't purely the anger and humiliation the cat knew she should be feeling. Mallory also wasn't sure if it could understand her, but she didn't know what else to do right now.

It did understand though, and while they couldn't exactly tell her what they wanted, they could show her. The beasts on her arms bit down harder, just enough that those teeth started to really hurt. Little shakes of her arms in conjunction with the extra pressure made the meaning obvious, but Mallory did NOT like it one bit. "I'm not dropping them!"

Her resistance was not appreciated. The jaws on Mallory's neck closed tighter, now strong enough that she could have sworn they were going to be drawing blood from where they pricked her. The message was crystal clear.

Mallory tried to consider her options. She wanted to think, but all she could focus on was the imminent threat, the sharp teeth so close to crushing her neck. They had her. Their jaws were easily able to crack her bones like toothpicks, and fear was setting in the cat's mind. Reluctantly she loosened her grip on the weapons, letting them fall to the ground on either side of her.

"S-sorry," she whimpered. Whether they could understand her or just saw her stop squirming and release her weapons she wasn't sure. But either way, the jaws on her neck relaxed slightly, though certainly not what she would call enough. The threat was still there, ever-present. She was almost shivering with tension, expecting something that for some reason didn't seem to be happening.

But why were they doing this? They had her pinned like a helpless, tasty lamb, they could so easily finish and devour her! What were they waiting for? Once the adrenaline had let these questions through to Mallory's mind, a very obvious answer molded by her past experiences imposed itself: they wanted to use her body to satiate another kind of hunger.

Her lips quivered and tears started to well up in her eyes as she laid there. "N-no..." she muttered. The drider, the dragon, and now this? She was frozen in place staring at the beasts. She couldn't suffer this humiliation again! They couldn't be wanting that! They were just going to eat her and be done with it, right? But the more she stared at the creatures, the more she could see the hungry glare in their eyes and what started to grow between their legs.

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A fourth hound came up behind her while she was fixated on the others and leaned down to sniff at her crotch from behind. The hot breath rolled between her legs, caressing her inner thighs, and gave her a jolt that yanked her out of her stupor. "N-no!" Mallory cried out, trying to kick at the bestial thing as she gritted her teeth in an attempt to keep her desperate sobbing in, but it barely took notice. She was moving out of instinct and fear, not carrying the kind of strength needed to deter the creature.

It just kept up its intrusive sniffing, its large muzzle nudging her legs apart and pushing under her skirt, flipping the hem up as it moved closer to her. Mallory whimpered, kicking at the canine again and again, each strike more desperate and weaker than the last as tears started to trickle down her cheeks. She knew what the teeth around her neck would do if she actually managed to get a good blow in, but she couldn't just sit back and let it happen!

All that struggling wasn't to the taste of the beast behind her though. He let out a low growl followed by a bark, and more of them jumped in towards her. She suddenly felt powerful jaws close on her right calf and left ankle, making her cry out in pain as the beasts pulled them apart and held them to the ground, leaving the helpless adventurer completely immobilized. All she could do was whimper in pain as the cruel fangs pricked into her flesh and freed some warm blood to trickle through her fur.

Satisfied with her containment, the hound sniffed again, and was apparently pleased with what it sensed here as well. The beast's teeth grabbed onto her undergarments and yanked, tearing the things off like they were made of wet paper. He dropped the thin white fabric aside, then glanced at his packmates. They were all paying rapt attention, panting in excitement, giving off barks and howls almost as if they were cheering on what had to be their Alpha.

Mallory on the other hand was full of trepidation. She wasn't even able to resist anymore, completely out of options. She could only watch as all the surrounding beasts grew ever more excited. All but a scant few were very well endowed males and she had a perfect view of exactly what the hounds holding her were packing as well. Thick, throbbing, slick, and almost steaming...

Mallory hardly had time to muse about it. She yelped as she felt the hound behind her, the Alpha, mount her. He pressed his heavy paws against her back with so much force it was almost hard to breathe, laying his weight upon her to hold her still. He growled and nudged the one biting her neck away, but not out of any sense of mercy. No, he just wanted to take its place. His sharp fangs bit into her soft fur, grabbing her by the scruff even more roughly than the first hound. As if he was fully intending to yank her around like a kitten. Those vicious teeth had full control of her body as they pushed her face into the dirt, pinning the poor cat in place as she felt the heat of that canine shaft radiating between her legs.

There wasn't any delay before he started to grind against her backside, the beast humping and growling as he played fast and loose with his attempt to push inside of her. The delay was fine though, every missed jab would serve to rub his scent into her fur and mark his prey. His new breeding bitch. The one who was going to replace all of the casualties she had caused his pack. That vermillion rod felt as warm as a volcanic spring against her fur as it poked against her exposed pussy, taking achingly long in its teasing and tossing.

The helpless adventurer clenched her eyes and fists shut tight as tears kept trickling down her cheeks, her whole body trembling in apprehension. She desperately tried to shut her feelings out, to deny it was happening, to protect her mind in a cocoon, to pretend it was all a bad dream. But it was far too late. She was forcefully pulled back into full awareness of reality with a cry of pain as the beast's cock finally found its mark.

It wasn't as bad as the dragon she had encountered a while back in terms of sheer size, but it was no less overwhelming for the poor cat. He sank into her soft folds with no sense of gentleness or caution in his movements, the beast simply rutting her wildly from the very start. His cock stretched her pussy out mercilessly, the tapered shape and intense heat of the canine member serving its purpose of making it easier for the dog to get all the way in, to not miss a single inch of his new bitch's tight inner walls.

Mallory screamed. She screamed and the tears rolled down her face, the feline adventurer struggling fruitlessly against the intrusion. She was a strong girl, she was good with a sword, but none of that would help her with the hot shaft that was currently lancing in and out of her. Nor would it do anything to stop a growing realization in her mind.

Maybe the dragon had desensitized her. Maybe the drider had turned her into a slut. Maybe the primal feeling of being grabbed by the neck and rutted was something that didn't care about species boundaries. Whatever it was though, the burning hot and slick shape that was re-molding her insides right now she...wasn't hating it.

Had this been a willing partner she definitely would have told them to slow down or lay off a bit, especially before she had fully gotten over that initial shock of pain from the size. But Mallory couldn't deny the wetness that was starting to form between her legs right now. Couldn't deny that being face down-ass up stoked something deep and primal inside of her. All she could do was try to ignore it for now.

"You stupid...stupid mutts!" She cursed, the rough fucking sending a shock of sensation through her body that interrupted even that short sentence. "Never -ah!- I'll never forgive this!"

She wasn't very convincing. Not a single one of the creatures seemed the slightest bit perturbed by her cries. The one on top of her didn't loosen his grip on her neck or slow his pace at all. The ones on her arms did let go, but only because they seemed to realize that the threat this bitch might have posed was well and truly passed. The only two that stayed were the beasts on her legs, and they were only there to hold that part of her still while their Alpha fucked her. Everyone in the pack knew the fact that her body was submitting to their Alpha. Even if she was still in denial.

It was still rough for her. The hound was still overly aggressive and too fast, going at a pace designed for his own pleasure rather than hers. She still wanted to get away, to slay them all and claim her prize and eat her steak. But she was being hurt in her bruised pride almost as badly as her stretched pussy right now. Every thump, thump, thump of hellhound crotch against her hips battered her body some, but it was her mind that was taking the biggest blows. And the area still resisting the hardest.

Perhaps clinging to some senseless hope that she had any chance of resisting her true needs was making this easier for her. Mentally she could pretend she was still fighting it fiercely even as her hips rocked against the Hellhound and she dripped with need. She could explain her claws sliding in and out as being in aggression and not that it was her body reacting to a cock that was absolutely planning to breed her.

"Mmmf- fuck!" She cried out, her tail wrapping around the hellhound even as she still tried to pretend she didn't want it. A harsh, short barking from behind her only caused the cat's mind to sink deeper as it was passed around the pack. Was that...laughing? It couldn't be. The beasts were too stupid to have any concept of humor, right?

Nothing stopped them from being incredible fucks though. The teeth biting all over her, the heated cock pounding into her, the sheer number of eyes watching her defilement, all of it was combining to wipe out anything in her mind but a desperate need to keep being used. The conscious part of her knew that his goal would ruin her and stop her from being an adventurer. But those thoughts were being overridden by the physical sensations. By the need. They were so hot inside and out that even the slightest touch was an unusual sensation. One that Mallory liked.

The warm, rough fur of the beasts only stirred those positive feelings even more strongly. Especially when the Alpha was thrusting so hard, so fast. Determined to both use and punish this bitch who had dared to trespass on their lands, to attack HIS pack. In and out he plunged her depths, the tapered head and shaft of that cock stretching her out in preparation for one final element.

Mallory yelped when she first felt it hit her. The noises of pleasure she had been making were temporarily interrupted by a sensation like something smacking right into her pussy lips. It wouldn't last terribly long before she was back to the incredible sensations of that canine cock quashing everything else in her body, but it was an even shorter amount of time before that thing hit her again.

What the hell was that? The catfolk knight couldn't exactly look backwards with the Alpha's grip on her neck. She was far too caught in his teeth to be able to see, so all she could do was feel it when again some kind of lump bashed into her. It still hurt, it was still too big, but she also noticed it was getting closer. Was pushing further into her every time. Stretching her out just a bit more instead of merely hitting her. That's when she realized what it was.

"No no no!" She pleaded in a voice that wasn't entirely convincing. "You can't...you can't do that!" Mallory had only ever heard talk in vague terms of what she was feeling now. A bulge, a knot they called it, that some canines had to ensure their partner wouldn't get away. To make sure any bitch they fucked would take all of their seed.

The thought of that brought new life back to Mallory's struggling. Or maybe brought any life back to it, as before her movements had been working more towards encouraging him than fighting him. Her resistance was comically useless either way. Three sets of teeth were still on her, three torrid mutts that wouldn't let her move even if she could have. With how that cock was making her feel though, even her desire to move was questionable right now.

The Alpha rutting her didn't have patience for it either way. He growled viciously into her neck, not so much a threat as it was a command. He didn't need to scare her. She knew her place. All she needed was a reminder.

A last minute reminder.

He bit down harder on her neck, pulling her head back and out of the dirt for once as he did. It was no gesture of mercy though, no kindness. What he wanted was for her back to arch as he continued to batter her lower lips with his knot, the new angle making it easier for him to rut her. That little improvement to her posture combined with the little bit of her own juices and arousal that had splashed onto the bulge of his shaft with every time he struck her was all he needed.

"It's...it's too much!" Mallory moaned out, only a second before she was proven wrong. The Alpha thrust forward hard, the pressure on her building and building. His teeth on her neck pulled back, while his packmates on her legs bit down extra hard to keep the cat steady as her slit spread obscenely wide for only a moment. Then he sunk his knot home.

The beast howled. Mallory cried out in strained bliss. The pack erupted into barking laughs. Locked together, they both came hard.

Boiling hot cum poured inside the cat, promptly filling every available space inside of her body before backing up, only the knot keeping it from spilling out. It was almost too hot to be enjoyable, especially when there was so damned much. But everything about this encounter had been about pushing her limits, doing more than she wanted, and it had all been intoxicatingly good so far.

Mallory's legs shook as she climaxed, the sensation of being so utterly full that her belly started to bulge slightly resulted in knocking the shame and humiliation out of her mind, if only for a moment. Her inner walls rippled and squeezed on the cock inside of her in spasming twitches as every part of her was overtaken by the primal bliss of being taken and rutted. Her body was giving itself over to a stronger rival, even if that rival wasn't from her species. Maybe that just made it better.

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To anyone looking, it would have seemed like nothing was wrong here. The hound loved it. The catfolk was positively melting. The pack approved. Nobody who was watching could have known that the slain hounds were blood on her hands or that he wanted to ruin her and make her his forever. With the amount of lust and bliss pouring from them, it seemed like this must have been mutual. And perhaps with how Mallory was moaning it was.

By the time the Alpha's cock finally stopped twitching inside of her and depositing spray after spray of hot cum inside of the cat, Mallory looked like she was already in the early stages of pregnancy. A distinctive bulge in her belly caused by canine spunk alone was humiliating enough, but even worse was that she couldn't get off of the cock. At least not literally.

The hounds biting her legs let go and even the Alpha released his controlling grip on her scruff. But even as Mallory fell back into the dirt without canine teeth holding her for once, she knew she wasn't going anywhere. She would be locked onto him for at least the next...what? 15 minutes? 30 minutes? An hour? She didn't know. She was truly at his mercy. At least this would give her time to rest and recover.

Or so she had hoped.

The Alpha though didn't want to stand around waiting until his knot deflated. Mallory yelped as he started moving, dragging her along in the dirt as if she wasn't even there. Felines weren't built for being dragged around like this, so the knight had to scramble along on the ground to attempt to reduce the pressure on her lowers, trying hard to stay as close to her new Master as she could. Forcing her to participate in her own humiliation.

Somehow though that wasn't even the worst part. No, the worst part was that as she was being dragged through the dirt, stuffed to the brim with absurdly hot cum and knotted to her captor, she was also being followed. The other hounds trailed behind their leader with hungry looks in their eyes, licking their lips. As soon as she did get away from him, she was theirs.

It almost made her want to stay on this cock. At least just one brutal rutting wasn't SO so bad, and they all at least had enough respect not to rush their leader. Did she want to choose the frying pan or the fire? The rock, or several hard places?

In the end it wasn't up to her.

The Alpha tired of her presence after a bit over a half hour and abruptly started pushing her off with his powerful back legs. The pressure on her lower lips built and built, pulling on her painfully as she squirmed and whined. It hurt more and more until she popped off all at once, falling onto the ground as she dripped a copious quantity of now-cooled hellhound seed. The physical relief was palpable, even if it was surrounded by bad things. The cum smelled sulfuric and awful. It felt thick and sticky as molasses on her legs. But that was hardly her biggest concern.

The pack was.

Mallory scrambled to her feet as she tried to run, but her legs were still jelly. The hounds had no such issues and two of them were on her almost immediately, dragging her back to ground as she still leaked their Alpha's seed. The knight flailed and struggled against them, but she was even less effective now than she had been earlier. They on the other hand were a flurry of claws and teeth and hot breath all over her, tearing off the armor and clothes that had been left behind in the initial fight.

Scratches and bruises were carelessly left all over the bitch as they roughly uncovered her, but they didn't care. They didn't care about anything but getting inside of her, getting rid of the pent-up lust that had formed as they watched her being taken for the first time. They had paid their dues in letting the Alpha go first, now it was their turn.

By the time the beasts had gotten off the rest of her armor, Mallory barely fought back at all. After all, what was the point? She had already been beaten, taken once, probably knocked up. It's not like they could make her any more pregnant.

Still, she couldn't keep herself completely passive either. A hot wet nose under her hips made her lift them up instinctively, exposing her still-dripping cunt to the canines. One immediately moved there, but the other had another goal. He moved around to her front and gave Mallory the best view of one of their cocks she had gotten yet.

It was really rather pretty. Slick, red, a pointed shape with only a bit of a lump at the base. It must inflate a lot more than that, she thought. After all, it had felt far bigger. That would be her final cogent thought though.

The mutt behind her jabbed forward suddenly, rivaling the Alpha in terms of roughness. Mallory yelped loudly, and that opportunity was seized upon by the one in front of her. Instantly her mouth was overwhelmed by the awful, bitter flavor of the canine cock she had been visually admiring only seconds ago.

She wished she could have still been staring at it. That had been fine, but now the taste alone was awful and the way he was using it was even worse. There must have been little distinction between how he used her mouth and how he would have used her cunt. Both of them were there only to pleasure him, so why should he be gentle? Mallory gagged hard, her throat objecting wholly to the foreign intruder being inserted so aggressively.

Something so mundane as her gagging wouldn't slow him down though, and the catfolk knew better than to bite. She was supposed to be a noble knight, but all she could do was wretch and choke as he plunged his cock inside like he owned her.

The one behind seemed to appreciate his companion's actions at least. The way she tried to back off of the hound in front of her only propelled her toned body back onto the mutt that had chosen to take her from behind. All her squirming and writhing, the only things she could do, just made her a better fuck. Sure she might pass out or be injured, but that was just a risk they were both more than willing to take. So long as it made them feel good, it was worth it.

Mallory couldn't exactly have argued with them anyways. Not when her greatest concern was trying to get a scrap of air in between the beast's thrusts. It didn't work very well for her, she was getting more pre in her lungs than anything else. Any oxygen she could manage to scrounge up was thick with canine musk too, the potent scent worming its way into her mind.

It was almost enough to make her horny. Which was wrong, because she didn't like this! Just like she hadn't liked the Alpha taking her. Sure these cocks were perfectly designed to slide in and out, to take their spoils of war, to lock her in when they were done, but just because all that was true didn't mean she liked it! She wasn't a slut.

And only a slut would have liked being choked and forced to retch around a slimy canine rod. Only a slut would throw her hips up higher to make the one penetrating her pussy have an easier time defiling her. Only a slut would notice that there were still three others eagerly awaiting their turn and get even more horny at that thought.

Wait, more horny? No, that couldn't be right! She shouldn't be liking this! She couldn't be wanting to be rutted by these beasts, no matter how her body was feeling. It wasn't possible, she wouldn't allow it, she wouldn't believe it. She wouldn't admit it.

Her tail was wrapping around the one behind her again, providing just a bit more leverage for her to pull herself back into his thrusts. Or maybe to pull herself away from the one rutting her throat. That must be it. She couldn't be wanting any part of this, it simply couldn't be true. Never mind that she never consciously used her tail like that, it was clearly more logical that she was pulling away from the one who was making her feel light-headed and woozy from lack of air than that she was pulling towards the one making her feel light-headed and woozy from excess of pleasure.

Fuck, no! That was wrong too! She just couldn't breathe or even think. She needed to get her mind in order and think clearly in order to not fall to her base instincts and eventually to try to get away. But in this situation of not enough oxygen and too much cock she just couldn't break away from those dangerous thoughts.

As she desperately moaned onto the shaft of the canine making her throat into his toy though, the even more dangerous thought of how much she wanted the three left to play with her was all she could consider.

It wouldn't be long either. Between her tight holes, that whorish thrusting back, and the needy sounds of pleasure, both of her current captors were reaching their limit. Raspy growls filled the air, smoke trailing out from the back of the throat of the one in her pussy. Mallory could feel their knots start to inflate as well, something she had learned well from her first encounter.

The most obvious sign of their pleasure though was how they moved. They had never been restrained or kind before, but now their humping was approaching a feverish pace. They moved with speed and ferocity that seemed more appropriate for dominating prey than for making love.

It was exactly what the situation called for.

This time though Mallory wouldn't cum with them. No, this time the catfolk came first. Even with her mouth stuffed, the rest of the pack could hear how she moaned, crying out in a needy yowl. It was interrupted by gags and chokes as the beast in front of her didn't slow down his thrusts from their tremendous pace one bit, but still absolutely unmistakeable.

Her movements were the same, the cat absolutely writhing in pleasure. She pushed herself first towards the cock in her pussy, then the one in her throat. Wanting either of them to give her a treat, to approve of her actions in a way that words could never fully express. They could feel her need, the same desperate desires that she had expressed towards their Alpha. It was all they needed.

The growing knot of the one in her pussy was the first to breach that barrier. Spurred on by how her inner walls seemed to milk him as she came, he pressed himself all the way inside, howling as he climaxed. While his knot wasn't quite as large, his load wasn't as voluminous, those were just quibbles. He was still too big for the knight's toned body, his load still excessive for the space left that his cock didn't take up.

And he was of course adding to the mess already left inside of her by the first. He also wasn't lacking in the characteristic heat of that cum, not one bit. That and subtlety. He roared as he came, unleashing a lick of thick, smoky fire into the air as he took his bitch, flooding her with burning hot cum. Almost too hot. Almost. The warmth from that flame didn't help either, but like everything else today there was nothing Mal could do but to take it.

He wasn't even done when the one in front started cumming too. Mallory had been so distracted by her poor insides being overstuffed with hellhound seed that she'd almost forgotten about her occupied throat. That wouldn't stand. Not when that knot bashed against her nose and deposited his lust directly down her throat.

A part of Mallory's poor oxygen-deprived mind was almost sad that she didn't get to taste it. After all, she was having so much pumped inside of her that it would only be right to give it a try. It was probably that same acrid, bitter taste as the cock, but she just wanted a bit. Just to see.

She really should have been careful what she wished for.

With nowhere to knot into that didn't involve teeth, the hound rutting her mouth hadn't had a chance to lock himself in. So he became the only one to pull back and push forward and keep bucking as he howled out his pleasure, tail wagging wildly behind him as he did. And Mallory's mouth was suddenly filled with it, splashing and overflowing from her maw as she got her taste and more.

She had been right about it too. The cock had been bad, but this was awful. Like gargling campfire ashes, though with an extra tang of metallic bitterness that could only come from a meat-heavy diet.

Instantly it brought Mallory back to reality, back to remembering that she shouldn't be liking this. That it was wrong and awful and humiliating. That no matter how hard that knot pressing against her nethers had made her cum, it was wrong.

She would be left stuck with those thoughts as the hellhound cocks stayed inside her body. The one behind her was locked in place, but the one in front was merely keeping himself buried in her because he enjoyed it. And he had earned the right to do with the bitch as he pleased. He chuffed and snorted at his packmates, noises that could just about pass for a conversation. Could they really do that?

Maybe that would make things better. Then Mallory wouldn't have been beaten by mindless beasts, but by clever creatures. They didn't forge weapons or build houses, but they didn't have to pay rent either. And really, she couldn't do that either lately.

Those non-cock related thoughts weren't of any real consequence right now anyways. Her priorities were being decided for her now.

---

The hound in front of her was the first to move away. Even though he was enjoying the warmth of her maw and how she swallowed around his cock in an attempt to clear her throat, the eyes of his remaining packmates were firmly and impatiently focused on him. Finally he pulled out, letting Mallory breathe for the first time in a while. Leaving nothing behind but a faint foul taste and the feeling of having eaten too much.

Another stepped up to the plate not too long after. He snarled at her viciously, though she wasn't sure why. Had she slighted him somehow?

Whatever it was, Mallory wasn't going to test if his temper was as quick as he was with his growls. The catfolk opened her mouth for him, wishing it didn't make her feel like she was letting it happen. She was of course, but it still FELT wrong. Maybe eventually they would fuck her pride out of her completely, but it certainly hadn't happened yet.

This new one seemed like he was going to try though. Even compared to his contemporaries he was brash and thoughtlessly aggressive. Mallory went from opening her mouth to gagging chokes in a fraction of a second, and even as he started rutting her throat with that bitter cock he was biting at her body here and there, forcing her to squirm.

It was too much. Mallory couldn't breathe again, and this time he wasn't even pulling back far enough to let her snag a musk-filled gasp when he retreated. It was all rough, all the time. Always deep in her, always keeping her from pulling away with his teeth.

Mallory whined desperately. She squirmed. She fought as much as she had since the very beginning. And it was all useless. Hopelessly knotted, relentlessly fucked, she could only feel more and more panicked by the second as she lost enough oxygen to start losing both feeling and concentration by the second.

Was this how she died? Carelessly fucked to death while still knotted onto the body of the ones who had defeated her? A terrible end to her terrible streak of bad luck?

The Alpha's bark ripped through her mind and the clearing as a whole. Everyone paid attention to it, even the hound busy fucking her throat. All her fighting and resistance had done nothing at all, but that single bark made the aggressive mutt back off. Not without hesitation of course, but he did it. He finally let her breathe a deep, gasping breath.

It didn't add up. Mallory tried to think about it, tried to collect the thoughts in her mind that had been scattered about by her lack of oxygen. It was made harder by the one who had been knotted to her pussy pulling out as well, but she couldn't ignore them. Well, she couldn't ignore two things.

First was that the penultimate hound was now behind her, preparing to fuck her pussy. She was already dripping with hellhound cum and her own desire, which just made it that much easier for him to find his mark and start rutting her at an almost leisurely pace, like he knew he had all day to enjoy her.

But the second thing she couldn't ignore was much weirder. The Alpha had saved her. Had recognized her danger from across the way and stopped it. None of that squared in her mind. None of it made sense. They were supposed to be dumb. They weren't supposed to work together and take turns and care for their own.

Then again, it wouldn't be the first time Mallory had underestimated her opponents.

Those humiliating thoughts were again chased away by the cocks attempting to hollow her out. The one in front wasn't as aggressive now, but traces of his initial violence towards her remained in his use of teeth. Here and there he bit, not for any practical reason, but seemingly just to exercise his control over her and make the cat squirm on his cock. To make sure she knew she could do nothing to stop him.

As if his cock filling her throat somehow didn't do that enough already.

His roughness wasn't totally unwelcome though. Especially not when it contrasted the softer fucking that she was getting from behind. After all her time here, all the cocks she had taken, Mallory almost thought that they COULDN'T be gentle. Yet here was one that seemed to want to make her moan, to provide a sugar to balance out the spice of the one in front.

Damn it her mind was wanting it again.

She really was a stupid slut, wasn't she? At least a smart slut could have found willing or careful partners, ones who wouldn't knock her up and ruin her only source of livelihood. Maybe a smart slut would have even just taken it professional and become a whore.

A stupid slut on the other hand would be moaning her heart out as two wild beasts rutted her, preparing for her third orgasm and the third wave of cum inside of her.

Clearly she was the latter.

But how could she say no to this? To a rutting that was rougher and more animalistic than anything she had ever known? To a new Master who only let his subordinates go just far enough, but never cross the line? Sure that line was no less than actually killing her, but it was something.

By now Mallory was tired and horny enough that she quickly lost track of time, lost track of everything but being stuffed. Somehow she hadn't been sated yet, but the hounds were doing their damndest to be the ones that did it. After all, there was just one left after them.

Her growing exhaustion meant that the only thing that really snapped her out of her pleasured haze was the feeling of the knots growing. One rough, one gentle the two cocks were being wielded so differently in spite of the similarities in build.

The differences continued as they got to their edge. Behind her the knot was pressed against her in powerful thrusts staggered apart with short pauses. In front the cock was pressed into her mouth in short, fast thrusts that left hardly even enough time for her to gag. Despite the contrast thought, they were both clearly about to burst.

It happened all at once. The knot behind her popped inside with considerable challenge, stretching her poor abused lower lips in a way that should have been too much, but since when had that ever mattered? Mallory cried out loudly in a mix of pain and climax as it entered. The one in front used the opportunity of that wide-open mouth to bury himself in. Then she lost herself entirely in a flood of warmth and another oxygen-deprived orgasm.

Howls filled the air above her. Both of the hounds were apparently finally in sync as they joined her in vocally expressing their pleasure. All three of them, canine and feline, fell into the throes of their orgasm without hesitation, though only two lacked any regret.

As everything calmed down though, Mallory was at least glad it was nearly all over. There was only one still left, and as much as these beasts made her cum, she was getting to be thoroughly worn out.

The final undrained male waited for her, sniffing and patting the ground impatiently. Mallory was sizing him up, considering how to make her final round of the evening special...er, bearable. She meant bearable for sure. Either way, she was counting her blessings that there wasn't another pair left waiting for her, until she noticed something. The Alpha. He was already getting up, and he was looking at her. Intently. Worst of all, she could see something growing for her too.

Fuck, she hadn't even finished the first round and already he was ready for a second! At this rate she wouldn't be getting much rest tonight. Or any night until she got away. Which would be soon, she promised...

---

Three days later, Mallory had just about given up on escaping. She had tried it the first night, but with her legs still feeling weak she hadn't gotten far at all. Not to mention the trail of cum she leaked that had made tracking her a breeze.

She had expected something awful to happen to her then. Maybe they would scratch her up, bite her ankles. Perhaps burn her so she would always remember them and their control over her. Maybe those were just things her horny mind was suggesting.

Either way, she got something much worse. The Alpha himself came over, looking down at her. He growled. The forest stood still. Mallory looked down, averting her eyes in a show of submission. And he bapped the back of her head.

Not hard. Not with claws. And it made her feel worse than the bites had that first day.

They knew she was beaten.

She did have a purpose now though. A duty that she was fulfilling at the moment by taking her second-favorite of the pack, the last one to rut her. He was the smallest, but filled with so much energy and eagerness that she couldn't help but lift her tail for him. Mallory especially loved listening to the noises he made, so desperate and horny as he blew hot, uncontrolled puffs of smoke out from his jaws.

Of course her pride still sometimes surfaced, sometimes made her think of escaping here. But such thoughts were hard to entertain when she was just about to cum all over her second-favorite dick.

"Yes! Yes! Right there!" She knew her words weren't understood, but her tone was clear. They knew what she liked. Sometimes they even did it for her. But as she cried out and thrust herself into her task and on that cock she heard something new.

A sharp whistle pierced the air, followed by a squelch quite different from the one a cock made as it filled her. Mallory looked back just as a pained cry filled the air, the same kind of noise she had heard the first time she attacked one of them.

An arrow was planted deep in the side of the hound fucking her.

Panic filled Mallory's mind as everything started to happen at once. Another whistle, another awful noise as she saw the second arrow pierce deep into the hound's neck. At the same time a big, tan, quadruped shape moved past her in a blur. It didn't even slow or acknowledge her, just moved until it hit the Alpha at almost reckless speeds.

He growled and roared as the two of them tumbled around, slashing and biting viciously at each other as they did. They were moving too fast for any of the pack to help, but it did keep their attention.

Which was apparently the goal as more arrows ripped out of the underbrush and into the pack.

Mallory cried out a warning, but it didn't help much. It was hard to tell where the attack was coming from, and the hounds were going down like flies now. There must have been half a dozen archers with how many shots were going downrange now, and the bad news didn't end there.

The Alpha roared in pain. A noise that could fill the forest with terror until suddenly it was cut off. All at once there was a gurgling, awful noise and he fell silent. From the chaos emerged the beast that had done it, a cougar, jaws dripping with viscera and blood. It licked its lips as the Alpha twitched his last. Then it moved for one of the few remaining hounds who hadn't taken an arrow yet.

The fight, if it could be called that, was over soon after.

Mallory struggled away from the body of the hellhound that had been fucking her. The weight alone was considerable, but the mess of hot, sulfuric blood made everything slippery and even harder to manage. She had only barely gotten it off when the shape from the brush emerged.

It was just one man with one bow.

He looked around the clearing at the bodies, inspecting for any still moving and finding none before his eyes settled on Mallory. She was still naked of course, and he had seen what was happening before he got here. By all rites he had rescued her, had saved her from being a slave to these beasts.

Mallory should have gone over to him immediately, thanked this fair-skinned, blonde, blue-eyed elven ranger for his bold rescue.

But his face didn't look like that of a rescuer. No, there was a cold, almost disgusted look on his face.

"You're the one they told me about then. The one who went before me and fell?" He sneered in a voice that matched his expression. His voice was as sharp as his ears, and was filled with even more righteous imperiousness than most elven royalty. "The way they warned me about how deadly the beasts were, I thought they would be a real threat. But I see now you apparently had priorities other than killing them."

Mallory blushed deeply under her fur, glad that her coat would cover that. Of course it didn't hide her ears flattening against her head or make her voice any more confident. "I...I tried but I...it wasn't what I wanted!" Perhaps the lack of confidence in her defense came from more than one avenue.

He snorted with derisive laughter, shaking his head. "And I suppose those moans were noises of desperation too then? Surely when you killed the pregnant one over there you must have known what they would have wanted?" He chortled again as his companion brought him back a leaf from a nearby yew tree. Taking it, he held it up, then started laughing in earnest. "Oh, so it's like THAT then. I see, I see!"

"What?" Mallory asked, unsure whether she should be more offended or just happy someone had helped her. "What are you laughing about?"

It took a long moment for the elf to finally contain his laughter enough to give her an answer. "Well you already knew you didn't have to worry about that fate! What can I say, you monsterfucker types must love an opportunity like yours."

His words only confused Mallory more as the cougar trotted over towards her, sniffing about. "Opportunity? I...what do you mean?" Now she was a bit worried.

"What, you didn't know? You can't be pregnant with these things. You've already got a dragon egg growing inside you."

The words hit her like a rockslide. "I'm...I've got...what?" The cougar was sniffing her rather intently now, getting close enough she would have been worried if not for the news distracting her.

"Wow, you really are dumber than you look, cat. Don't you know dragons can breed with any other species? Or was your brain too full of monster cum to work right?" His tone had gotten even harsher since he found out about her condition, and he hadn't been kind before.

Mallory had known that. She had thought about it a lot too. But she had chosen to ignore it, as much for her own sanity as anything else. An option she no longer had.

The cougar turned towards the elf, making a small noise. The ranger sighed. "Really? I mean, I won't stop you, you did well. And clearly she won't either. But you can do better." The venom in his tone could have killed a small animal.

Before Mallory's reeling mind even had a chance to wonder what that meant though, the cougar was on top of her. He pushed her flat onto her back, standing over her with claws out and teeth bared. After what it, or rather he apparently, had done to the Alpha, Mallory thought for a moment that she was dead.

But could she ever get off that easily? Had she ever gotten a single reprieve?

Mallory barely had any fight left in her before. It had long since been fucked out of her, and after seeing how handily the elf and his companion outclassed her she knew she wouldn't have stood a chance anyways.

If she really wanted to count her blessings she could have said that at least she was still wet and lubed up from the last hound she had been fucking. But what was the point of trying to pretend she was anything but beaten and disgraced? She didn't believe it herself, and as the cougar above her angled his barbed shaft to penetrate her it was clear no one else would either.

He was smaller than the hounds had been, but that was by no means small. Mallory yelped as he pushed inside, a noise that made the elf chortle again. "Don't act like you don't like it, slut!"

She wanted to say that she didn't. That all she wanted was a rest in a good bed. But when the cougar pulled his cock back and every one of those little barbs teased her in a way that her body KNEW meant a stud was taking her the only response she could muster was a moan.

"That's what I thought." The elf commented as he walked among the bodies of the hounds, carelessly chopping off their ears with a sturdy hunting knife.

If the hounds had stirred her body in ways it wasn't ever intended for and forced pleasure from her with their unconventional anatomy, the cougar was exactly what her body was 'supposed' to want. It brought up primal memories that weren't even from her lifetime, but from all of the catfolk who had come before her. She was supposed to love every point, love how it hurt, love how it felt sliding inside and especially out. And she did enjoy it, did moan wantonly as it took her.

But it wasn't quite as good as the knots had been.

It was still great, and had she had the choice then the catfolk would have picked this every time. But she knew what her body liked better. What her mind went to when she closed her eyes. What she wished this animal could provide her.

Just as she was really starting to get into it though, as her mind fully settled on thinking about the knots she needed, something changed. The cougar picked up the pace, fucking her rapidly without concern for how his barbs hurt when he went that fast. Mallory whined, trying to pull away without success. The lust that had dominated her last three days came easily to her, but it was also easy for that illusion to be broken. And when it did she went right back to remembering how pathetic she really was.

The cougar growled loudly as he came inside, and when he did even that was lacking. It wasn't hot, there wasn't a ton of it, and he didn't knot her. For the first time in three days, Mallory didn't cum from sex.

Her defilement had only barely distracted her from the elf, who was now walking towards her.

"You done?" He asked his companion first, clearly showing who was more important to him. The cougar growled in acknowledgment as he pulled away, starting to lick at his own crotch to clean himself off. "Thanks for showing us all that," the elf said sarcastically before turning his attention to Mallory.

"You really aren't cut out for this," he said simply as he dropped her sword down next to her. "But there is a place in the town to the north that might take you. They like the 'tough girls'. Fucking a 'real live adventurer' and all. Heard they even pay better than most. Really the only place for a whore like you."

Mallory wanted to disagree. But as his companion's cum dripped out of her, all she could do was nod. Maybe just this once she'd try it. Just to get through the winter.