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The hot plains of Africa were cooling under the night sky as the browned grasses seemed pale white under the glimmer of the moon that road heavy overhead. The stars seemed so bright they almost touched the sky as creatures alternately settled down to sleep and woke up depending on their nature and species. There was only one source of movement and sound in a small portion of the plain. It came in the form of the sound of a pair of thudding hooves against the hard packed earth and in gasping breath as a young zebra tore through the long grasses at as fast a run as he could manage. His striped sides provided some cover, but the beast behind him didn't need to see him to hear or smell him. The lioness stalked him with all the surety of a hunter closing in on her quarry as she slid soundlessly through the long grasses.

Young Aden had separated from his heard and his dam early in the afternoon to escape the chores that the village set upon him. He was growing up, yet had not yet reached the age that he could cast off many of the duties he hated. With the dry season starting one of those duties had been to haul water to the village on the chance that the well might fail. It was a hard and thankless job that left him sweaty, dusty and exhausted by the end. So he had slipped out after he had eaten lunch and entertained himself by going to a large tree that held still ripe fruit that he could eat until he was full. He hadn't counted on passing through the lands that a pride of lions had claimed recently for themselves. Nor had he remembered the warnings that were given both to himself and the other youngsters about venturing this way.

He hadn't realized until he saw a tawny form watching him from afar. The lioness wore a light outfit made from the skin of a zebra. The stripes were worn from long use, but they had helped hide her until she had purposefully moved. She hadn't drawn her dagger or lunged at him, instead she followed at a steady pace and tasted his scent upon the wind as she drove him forward. He had done well keeping away from her all the way until the day started to die into the night. Then she had closed in on him and drove him into a run. He stumbled over his own hooves as he tried to pick out the glitter of his village's fires, but all he saw was the horizon in front of him dark and unchanging save for the stars. He gasped out as he heard a snarl from behind him that startled him into a burst of speed. He partially stumbled and fell onto all fours as he choked back a sob.

"Stop running, little zebra, your fate has been chosen for you." The huntress' voice purred from behind him and he flattened his ears down against his head.

He wouldn't stop running, he couldn't! He didn't even have the air to speak as he saw the glitter of the stars on water. He aimed for it while he heard the grass behind him crackle beneath his follower's paws. Perhaps if he could escape into it he could allow it to drag him down river to safety. He burst into more speed as he kept his eyes on the prize. That was his only attempt into safety and he would make it worth it. He clambered into the higher grasses as the land started to turn soft under his hooves. The sound of the female behind him came louder as if she sensed what he was about to do. He felt a surge of victory just as the ground gave out under him and he let out a squeal before tumbling into the water of the river below. It wrapped around him as he worked his arms and legs. He had one glimpse of the enraged felines face before the current swept him away. It had worked!

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Pisces loved his cool Irish lake and the people he found around it. He adored the taste and scent of the mist laden air and savored his times when he had teased and lured the unsuspecting into his lake. Yet he had grown bored and complacent as the days had passed. The prey was sweet, but there was little challenge in taking it. He longed for the days when those he chose had put up a fight that was worthy of a creature like himself. So it had been intoxicating to listen to a fire side story of a land that was as wild as this one used to be. Savage beasts and creatures ruled and large predators were easily found. The person had waxed eloquent about the lions and leopards, not the mention the massive herbivores that called the land home. It was a challenging and primal place that had sung to the myth of a better time until he had felt compelled to see it for himself.

The place was warm and almost too hot for his liking. Yet the moment he had found his way here past the ocean and the twining rivers he had known he would find prey worthy of him here. The great creatures of the river alone challenged him as he claimed his territory. He had settled finally on the edge of a plain that seemed to tempt every creature he could imagine to drink here. He studied them and found not only large cats, but crocodiles and hyenas that were both just as interesting. He had lived in the river for perhaps a score of years when he had found the peace shaken one night by an intriguing sight. He often saw the zebra that lived here. They seemed to be a curious mix of donkey and stripes. They were powerful and as close to horses as he could get too here and he had spent much of his time watching them. So it was strange to see a young one struggling down his river.

The long limbs and legs churned in the water as the colt struggled to paddle with the current that swept him away. The kelpie watched with aqua green eyes and licked his dark red tongue over his fangs as he considered the sight. He could swim out and drag the youngster down easily enough, but the spirit that the striped creature used to keep himself afloat was oddly endearing. It was as if he believed he could fight the river off himself. The kelpie left his head hovering just above the water as his sea green hair twisted in the current. His contemplation of the noisy sight was broken by a sudden lashing reptilian tail beneath the waves before an ear splitting squeal tore through the air. The young zebra arched in the water and he saw the foam around him turn darker before the scent of blood reached his dark grey muzzle.

Pisces couldn't quite put his finger on what drove him forward, but he dove his head beneath the waves and launched himself under them like an arrow towards the struggle in the water. He could see the crocodile twisting beneath the water with his jaws dug into the upper hip and curved rump as he tried to drag his prey down. The youngster kicked roughly with his hooves and tried to fight his way free even through the pain of the white teeth digging into the soft flesh before the kelpie hit the reptile's side. He was not fettered by the grasping creature's head nor was he a young zebra. His teeth flashed beneath the water before he wrapped his hands around the beast's broad body and snapped against the thick neck. For a moment the trio was locked in a strange combat as the zebra tried to kick and keep his head above the water only seeing the flash of scales and dappled hide as he was tugged and jerked.

It wasn't until the kelpie was apple to drive his teeth down did he find his way behind the back of the neck and to the vulnerable spine. He dug down hard and twisted his head back and forth in a violent movement that made the crocodile's jaws gape open wide releasing the colt while he pulled backwards. Blood seeped out into the water in a crimson trail as he pulled the reptilian body down deeper into the cold river. He dragged it down until the body shuddered out its last death throws while he kicked and pushed it down into the silt. The cold meat was a poor substitute for the fresh living flesh he preferred anyways. He had met and matched several of these beasts in his time haunting the river and he would have to be hungry indeed to partake of it. He kicked his way back to the surface to see the colt splashing and struggling against the current to try and reach the shore.

"Don't splash so, you'll only entice more of those beasts back." He whispered into the zebra's ear as he wrapped his arm around the thin chest.

"Please! Don't eat me!" The colt's voice came out frantic with his fear and the kelpie flashed his teeth in a grin.

"You are far too scrawny for me to want to eat, little one." Was his only response and felt his hooves sink into the silt before he started to walk from the river supporting the limping weight of the boy beside him.

"I-is it dead?" The colt glanced back at the dark churning water fearfully. "Who are you? What are you?"

"Dead enough to feed the fish, little one." He allowed most of the weight to rest over his shoulders as the colt limped onto the firmer ground of the river's edge. "I'm called Pisces, I'm a kelpie. I come from far far away, but decided to spend some time in a new land to try my luck. And who are you?"

"Jamae." The striped colt limped and winced at his sore hip and thigh. "Th-thank you then, Pisces. You saved my life."

"Ahh well, I don't like the crocodiles, they aren't fair with their hunting after all." He smiled wide enough to show his sharp fangs, "Let me help you to your village, Jamae, that wound smells of blood and hurt. There are predators that stalk the area around here that would seek you out for that smell alone."

Jamae couldn't voice a reason why he shouldn't accept the help, but he did so hesitantly. The kelpie walked at the slowest pace he could with the youngster hobbling along next to him. The wound was a tear along the edges of the upper hip and thigh with deep marks from the teeth where it had sunk into the flesh. He sent his tail out to wrap over the upper thigh and waist just above the edge of the cloth to stem the flow of blood as they walked. The entire time the colt told his hesitant story of how he had slipped away from chores and the flight he had taken to get away from the lioness who had been hunting him. The terror that he had experienced was obvious as he spoke in halting words and kept his broad dark ears flat against his head. He only stopped near dawn as they came to the village where the young stallions were gathering to look for him.

"Jamae!" A mare called out and pushed her way through the warriors to snatch her son, "What has happened to you? You did not come home last night and we had feared the lions had gotten to you...You're bleeding!"

"I'm okay, Momma, the lions didn't get me. There was a crocodile in the river." The colt ducked his head and peered back to where the dappled stallion looked over the assembled zebras with a slight smile on his face. "Pisces saved me."

"If that is true then we are in your debt." Jamae's father, one of the elders, stepped forward and gravely looked at the stallion. "You are not one of the english horses that seem to enjoy our lands. Who are you and how did you come by my son?"

"I come from near England, but I'm no horse. I'm a kelpie, a water horse, in their land a demon that leads the unwary into my jaws." He parted his lips and licked over a fang to a hiss of breath from the large stallion. "I come here to test my meddle against larger predators, I find them amusing for now. You need not fear me."

"He killed the crocodile! He snapped its neck and drug it down into the water." Jamae spoke up as his mother started to tend to his hip.

"Did you? Can you really kill crocodiles?" One of the other elders looked at the stallion intently.

"They don't taste near as lovely as a mammal, but I can. The leopards are far more interesting prey to me." He watched with his sea green eyes glittering with amusement as the striped zebras watched him with varying states of approval and interest.

"You can kill leopards?" The old stallion narrowed his eyes down to slits. "And can you kill lions as well?"

"I can," He tilted his head so that the thick mane spilled down over his shoulders and the tendrils shifted against each other. The group went quiet and the leader of the group gave a tight smile as he glanced at the other elders.

"How many could you kill?" The question was soft, but even Pisces could scent the hope and the tense anticipation of the answer. He thought back to the colts story about the lioness that had stalked him.

"That depends. How many do you wish me to kill?" He countered and let out a low laugh.

"An entire pride? To kill or to drive them away from our lands." Jamae's father spoke. "They hunt us and stalk over our lands until even the strongest of us must walk in fear from them. Many of our bravest have fallen prey to their appetites and attempts to rid ourselves of them. We seek only to be rid of them, but if violence is the only means..."

"I can rid you of your problem, but you must give me something in return." He flashed his teeth in a wicked smile. "I do not work for free. I was happy to save the little one as he had no one else to turn to, but you are a strong herd and I believe we can strike a bargain together. "

"What do you want to get rid of them?" Jamae's father shifted his hand on his staff and flicked his broad ears back against his head.

"Company." The kelpie tilted his head to one side thoughtfully, "Or perhaps more accurately servants to keep me comfortable."

"Servants?" The stallion blinked his eyes and gave a short snort. "Speak plainly, we will not indenture our entire village to be rid of them!"

"I desire one mare and one stallion to be mine and mine alone. They will cut ties with your herd and village to live with me. That will be my price." His mane shifted along his head as he lashed his tail back and forth behind him. If only they would agree the prize would be well worth the effort he would have to put forth.

"One mare and one stallion.." The elders looked between each other, "I believe we can meet this price if our herd goes unmolested from these poachers."

"Then is it a deal, Elders?" He leaned forward and out of the corner of his eye he saw Jamae's eyes widen as his mother pulled him in close. It was a shame the colt was so young, no he wished something more aged then a gangly legged youngster and he knew they wouldn't risk his anger by offering something too old either.

"It's a deal, kelpie." The oldest of the trio nodded his head and gave a slight bow. "You have until the new moon to prove that you have rid us of them once and for all."

"I won't need that long." He let out a whickering laugh, "Have my price ready soon, Elders, I'll return for them so I suggest you find which would volunteer to come with the kelpie to his den."

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The days were hot and dry, but Pisces didn't need to travel during them or even upon the land. He knew the law of the plains here. All creatures sought water and he traveled the river and followed the scents of blood that wafted on the air. The pride of lions were well known in this area, they were killers and their king insatiable when it came to his desires for new prey. His lioness' traveled far and wide seeking to fill him, so he was able to find a small part of the river that ran less swiftly and was shallow rather than deep. It was there he found the paw prints of the pride and it was there he laid in wait covering himself with the marshes that blended with his mane and submerging himself until just his muzzle and eyes could be seen. He slept the heat of the day away, it was when the lions slept as well, it was only during the night that he stirred and watched.

For three days he observed the pride and felt a wash of disgust at their habits. He killed and ate his prey, but these creatures had no sense of honor. They killed the weakest and youngest. They most often brought back foals and calves barely old enough to be weaned. The main group was a trio of lean lionesses that worked as a team to bring down larger prey or ranged out wide to bring down smaller ones. The male lion was almost always found reclined and enjoying the fruits of their labor or mating them or driving off any he thought of as rivals. On the third day he had his first brush of luck as one of the bloodied lionesses came to the river to drink. Her light tawny coat was streaked through from dirt and dust while her muzzle was crimson from her latest kill. She sucked in the water greedily, confident in the shallow water that no crocodile could be lying in wait for her. But a kelpie could.

He moved and let the water cover him until he looked as if he were nothing more than a dappled bit of water shot through with sunlight. His hide was almost indistinguishable as he stalked his prey. She was nearly naked, her clothing had been stripped off as if she had intentions to swim. The kelpie, at least, had intentions to take her for a very nice swim. He let her place her arms beneath the water before he struck. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and gave a pull that set the female to snarling out as his head broke the surface and he answered he growl with his own. His fingers dug harder against her skin and pinched the muscles against the tendons as he pulled her into the shallow water. Her tail lashed and she lunged forward to try and bite at his throat, but he was all too ready to give as good as he got. Pisces coiled his tail in front of him as the long tendrils twisted around her legs. Her muzzle found his mane and the strands twining themselves around the deadly muzzle and upwards towards her eyes as she bucked and twisted in his grasp.

"Let's go for a swim." He rumbled before falling back and dragging her with him into the shallows before pushing for deeper water.

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Shayna had spent most of the morning hunting for nothing more than a grubby village brat from where the oryx village was located at. He had been fast and annoyingly stubborn as she chased him down and had wasted half her work on a scrapful of meat if she were lucky. Hoydon would take the beast piece of the kill for himself, which would be most of it given how tender young flesh was. She cursed again her luck at losing the zebra foal. The creature had been almost in her grasp when he'd gone into the crocodile infested river. Her mouth watered at the thought of the zebra meat, it was by far her favorite. The sharp flavors of it made her often hunt those lands and risk their hooves for a chance at it. She had finally cursed her bad luck and gone down to the river to quench her thirst. She ached to taste some cool clean water on her tongue rather than dust and drying blood.

The dry season hadn't hit yet, it was still comfortable enough that the water was sweet and deep instead of washed over with silt and mud. She sucked in great mouthfuls of water while keeping her eyes rolled up watching for crocodiles. Her hands helped lift cupfuls to her lips as she sucked them dry before dipping right back down again to get another one. Her breath came in steady draws until she felt cooled down enough to slide her fingers beneath the water and then her wrists. A swim would clean her hide and remove the traces of the hunt. Something suddenly wrapped around her wrists the moment she was down to her elbows in the water and gave a pull that set her off balance. She snarled and waited for the feel of crocodile teeth, but to her amazement a grey horse head pushed up out of the water.

His teeth flashed and she stared at the fangs within them before he drawled out his words and gave a sudden yank downwards. Her entire body slid into the water and her tail lashed back and forth as she struggled to fight him away. Her wrinkles bristled on either side of her muzzle and she let out a violent hiss of warning only to feel long tendrils twisting around her legs. She tried to move back and only got a vision of his tail fanning out into the water and running higher up along her thigh. One of them twisted right between her legs nearly grazing her exposed sex as he pulled her onwards into the deeper parts of the river where she and her kind never traveled. Crocodiles, hippos and other beasts were known to dwell here. With a sinking heart she realized one of the other beasts did have her.

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Her muffled cries teased his ears as he rolled around and twisted along her form. The hands that moved to try and shove against his chest were drawn in close as the clean water washed the blood away from her muzzle. If the other lionesses heard her cries they gave no indication of it, instead they remained lounging in the sunlight with the male. Their time would come soon enough, it was only a matter of time before they too were caught in his web. He reached deeper water and twisted the lioness beneath him before letting her muzzle break the surface to cough and spit out water. His tendrils twisted and rubbed upwards to wrap around her hips and along her thighs gripping her in close to him. The amber eyes were wide and flicked around her as he gave his head a shake and smoothed his mane's tendrils along her chin letting her mouth open slightly.

"Foal-killer, you shouldn't look for help." He made the words almost a caress as he released her hands and ran his nails along her sides. "Your bones will make a welcome addition to my river."

"Let..me..go." She coughed out, spitting out water as she used her hands to shove against his chest.

"Mmm no." He curled his lips up in a smile as he twisted his body beneath the water and pulled her down with him.

The river was deep enough that the sun above them became a distant dream while his prey struggled in his grip. He pulled her in close until he could feel the twisting of her soft lithe form and the claws that tried to rake against his skin. How sweet the struggle, how frantic the movements, it all came together to make his blood pound faster in his chest as he twisted the tendrils on her left leg tighter and pulled it upwards along the curve of his leg. He freed a hand to peel off the grass skirt he wore around his hips and opened his jaws up to let out a wicked rumble in the water. His bare sheath pushed along her stomach while he captured her hands and pulled them to his sides. Her struggling only became more frantic as his tail twisted and squeezed forcing her wrists together behind him. The more the soft fur moved against him the more he ground himself up against her stomach letting the thick grey cock tip start to spill outwards into the air.

++++ Shayna gaped her mouth open and let out a cry that was swallowed up by the water that flooded over her tongue and along her throat. The water was warm towards the top but it swiftly grew cooler as they reached lower down into the depths. It wasn't until he started to push her in against him that she realized that the beast planned to toy with her. Her hands were freed for a moment, but that moment was lost when she felt them pulled around his waist as the tail wrapped around her wrists. Bubbles spilled out of her lips and she gave an arch of her back before she felt a sudden scrape of nails moving right along the curve of her ass. Her world turned into fear as her lungs started to burn and ache with the need to suck in a breath of air. The only thing that took her mind off of that fact was the feel of the grey dappled body pushing up against her own and something brushing against her lower stomach.

Her eyes snapped open wide as she felt the cock pushing its way upwards along the soft curve of her stomach. It crept higher and higher as the hips pushed against her and she felt the swell of his balls bumping up against her sex. The beast dropped his head and suddenly gripped against her shoulder hard enough that the skin dimpled in and then tore. The pain erupted along her shoulder as an ached as he pulled against her flesh for a moment before she felt the sudden groan running from between his lips and felt his cock surge higher up against her stomach. The hands pulled her in and dimpled along the softness of her ass as the body pushed against her. She felt herself being pushed and pulled higher and higher. The darkness of the water started to fade away as her head was able to push upwards and suck in a great breath of air the moment it breached the surface.

She coughed and sputtered around the tendrils gripping her muzzle, her eyes wide and fearful as she tried to get as much as she could of the air into her lungs. Her gasping breath was only a cause to relax for a moment as she found herself staring into the vivid sea green eyes and the fangs that showed beneath the curve of the soft lips. She tried to push away but her body was heaved higher up into the air until her breasts pushed out from under the rise of the water and she could feel the cool air against her nipples as they tightened. Her ears flattened back against her head and she let out a snarl just as the kelpie's teeth drove down against her shoulder and this time tore into the muscle all the way to the point that he came against bone. Her scream came out wild and high pitched as the pain ran through her.

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The lioness twisted her head frantically in her attempt to escape, looking around the river bottom and the glowing sea green eyes as he arched his back and pushed a few more inches of his cock free. His hands moved along her back and raked his nails down to the curve of her ass as he leaned his head in to nip with his sharp teeth. He didn't use a soft love bite, instead he nipped hard enough that he pinched the skin and tugged at it until he felt his fangs slip beneath the flesh. Thin trails of crimson spilled out to be carried away by the current and he let out a low groan of desire as he felt the legs kicking and tugging against his tendrils as the lioness started to feel a need for air. Oh no, not yet, he wouldn't drown her yet. Not when her supple female body was within his hold. The zebras would pay his price, but here was another prize for his services.

The kelpie guided her upwards until they broke the surface again while his dark grey cock pushed harder against her stomach. Inch by inch it grew swollen and rubbed upon his own stomach as he saw the flash in her eyes. Her lips were parted and panting while Pisces darted his head in to bite harder against her neck and dug his fangs along either side of her throat. Her cry came out a strangled thing as he twisted and pulled against the flesh tearing furrows into it while his cock pulled downwards. His tail yanked her leg up higher as she cried out and forced her thighs to part open until he could trail his cock tip down towards the soft feline mound between them. Her entire body went rigid as he felt her jerk her head back and tore an inch long strip into her flesh.

"Stop!" Her voice was hoarse as he teased his thickened flare back and forth over her mound.

"So speaks the foals and calves you killed. Allow me to answer with your own words." He murmured before pushing her back into the water while he followed her down.

Her lips parted in a silent scream as his hips bucked down and forced the tender folds of her sex open. They yawned tightly around him as she struggled and his nails bit into the softness of her ass as he pulled her up tight against him and drove inch by slow inch of his bowing cock inwards. He lowered his lips and gripped down hard against her shoulder with no attempt to show tenderness or softness. Instead his teeth sank into the muscles and tore along them before they reached the hard white bone and drug over it. The blood erupted around his mouth to cloud the water as he drove his hips forward again until the medial ring was forcing them to push inwards around him. The silken inner passage clung and clamped around him as she tried to push him out, but there was no escape. His tendrils coiled and twisted over her ankles and wrists to keep her still and joined to him as she shrieked within the river.

The kelpie drove his hips forward as he felt her muscles tense and her hips twist as he rocked his hips forward. His medial ring tugged along the clenching passage and popped free before driving back before arching his backwards. He taunted her and drove her body up until the lioness surfaced to suck in a breath of sweet air before she was forced back beneath the lapping water entwined with the mythical creature's pleasures. It didn't take long before he drove his teeth down into her muscles and felt her collar bone beneath his teeth. His nails dug into her ass cheeks as he forced her down to the point that her legs spread around his hips and his balls hit up against her inner thighs before he drug back. The struggle just made her walls pulse around him as the heat teased along the fleshy spire and he loosened his tendrils so she could try to tear her wrists free from his tail.

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The water washed over Shayna's head again as he drove her under, but this time she knew his intentions were not to let her go. She was not even going to be allowed the dignity of a clean death. Instead his clawing fingers gripped her ass and pulled her up until she felt his cock dropping down to push against her folds. He was large enough that she felt herself pale. A stallion was a stallion no matter what the flavor. The sudden pull down and push of her body made her back twist before the thick tip spread her folds and sent a wash of pain and humiliation through her. Her yowling cry was swallowed beneath the water as inch by inch the cock was driven between her lips and his hands kneaded against the upturned curve of her rump tauntingly.

The teeth drove into her shoulder and neck again, tearing free the muscle so that it snapped free and her fearful eyes watched as the water clouded red with her blood. She twisted and pushed back over him as his teeth snapped down again and caught just below the edge of her collar bone and scraped over it. His hips steadily forced him into her body until she felt a thick ring bumping up against her outer lips and forcing them in. She tried to pull her hands free while she tugged at her legs. It was as if she were wrapped in weeds and in the midst of kelp as he worked his cock in and out of her. The sickening feel of his girth as it stretched her inner walls and then pulling out sent shudders down her back while he pushed her up toward the surface.

She partway hoping that she would be allowed to slip into unconsciousness beneath the waves, instead she was doomed to pushing her head up to gasp in another breath and felt the hips clap against her own. They balls hit against her curved ass and her walls clenched down trying to force it out as she screeched out before she was pulled back beneath the surface again. Her breasts were teased when she felt the sudden twist of the tendrils wrapping around them and the bubbles erupted around her as he started to pound faster and harder. The driving feel of the cock pulled and tugged around her as the precum left slickness deep within her passage. She pinned her ears back and tried to ride it out, tried to work past it to escape, but she could see the brilliant eyes watching her. The bloodied fangs dropped down towards her wounded shoulder. She wore the same look when she was sure of her kill.

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He kept her tangled and trapped against him, and never allowed her the chance to lose consciousness as she was raped. His cock battered into her body as his muscled hips moved in steady strokes to drive his tip deep inside of her. He worked his lips upwards along the curve of her neck as he allowed her to surface again to suck in a breath and clamped his jaws down to tear into her sensitive skin and twisted. A chunk of skin and muscle both came free as he tossed his head back to swallow it down with every evidence of pleasure. Her scream came out almost like a shriek that made his ears ring while he let the taste of her linger so sweetly upon his tongue. The tip of his cock drooled out a thick trail of precum inside of her as she turned terror filled eyes towards him and he made a show of running his tongue along his bloodied lips before dragging her back into the depths again.

The tendrils on his mane spilled down and curled along her breasts until they came to the tight nubs of her nipples and twisted around them. He squeezed and pulled around the base of them until he felt the breast themselves being lifted upwards from the pressure before he let them drop back down again against her upper chest. He pushed her down with his weight as they wrapped into the darkness, deeper than before as he gripped a strip of flesh from her neck and tore it free as his hips came down and slammed into her body. Her walls were strained open almost too far as her body writhed in pain beneath him. His heart hammered against his chest while he muffled a baritone growl of pleasure and redoubled his efforts in the steady thrusts that tore into her body time and again. The tip of him started to swell wider and wider as he muffled his sound by nuzzling into the softness of her neck.

He felt a sudden sting as her claws freed themselves enough from his grasp to rake against the small of his back. The tearing of his own skin barely a brush of foreplay as his entire cock grew larger in her grasp and the tip pushed deep inside. She struggled and twisted as the darkness of the river bottom lapped at her vision. The lips kissed her throat before they spread open and the sharp canine teeth sank into the exposed jugular. His balls pulled up tight between his legs before he sent out the first hot wash of cum to splatter into her violated passage. Rush after rush of it spilled into her passage pushing in deep as the jaws tensed up on either side of the soft bared throat. His teeth tore through cleanly as the lioness struggled and kicked against him. He ground his hips up against her as the grey shaft twitched and sent up another rush of cum inside of her fading form.

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Hours later, well past dark, a form pushed itself from the river and landed on four hooves on the edge of the river bank. His eyes glowed green in the midst of the darkness as the stallion lifted his head up to scent the air. The river held a secret. Deep inside of its flowing waters a form was tangled within the middle of the sea weeds. It was a secret of cleaned bones that had gone to fill the kelpie's stomach until he was satisfied with his meal. He flared his nostrils and tasted the lions' acrid scent on the wind before he turned his head in the direction it came from and set off at a ground eating lope. The females would be out hunting tonight and that chance was perfect. On four legs he was larger than he was on two, larger, faster and more deadly.

He came past the small dip in the landscape before he slowed his lope and affected a limp. He lifted one of his legs up to hobble over the ground as he dropped his head to mimic eating. To all intents and purposes he looked like a strange injured horse, he smelled of blood and fear. Would it be so much to assume that he had been attacked and was easy prey? As he moved he knew the lionesses were stalking him, he could scent them on the air while he mimicked pulling at the long strands of the grass. He already knew his plan, soon they would be like their sister, a meal and a pleasure before he took on the job of their leader. For him he would fill his stomach so he had something to show the zebras. After all they shouldn't go empty handed in their bargain.

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