Dreadwolf, Lord of Runes

Kane looked at the woman in his hand and thought about the many things he still didn't know about Mána.

On the one hand, she seemed sincere, and Luna's near-death really couldn't be blamed on her. On the other, she was still partly responsible for him ending up here in the first place.

Although… perhaps this wasn't so bad? As long as he and Luna could get away from here, he would theoretically be left with this lust shard, some time away from Father to grow stronger, and the techniques left to him by Archibald.

The only thing that still worried him was this Dreadwolf business, but that was mostly because he knew so little about it. He had to admit that the power thrumming from that crescent moon was appealing.

While his thoughts raced, Mána grew impatient again, and decided to speed things along. In a show of strength, agility, and determination, she lifted her legs.

For a moment, she hung in the air by nothing more than Kane's hand around her throat, causing her to choke a little, before she wrapped her legs around his waist and took some of the pressure off.

Kane smirked a little when he noticed that. He knew this woman had the ability to fly, but it appeared she preferred this. She really had some perverted tendencies.

Now, the crimson woman's sopping pussy rubbed up against his hard shaft, causing the lust inside him to burn ever brighter. "We don't have time for foreplay, Dreadwolf," she purred enticingly. "The bitch queen has already started, so claim me! Dominate me and take my power! Make me your first spirit!"

Kane had no idea what she meant by her last words, but he didn't care anymore either. Her pussy rubbing against him combined with her words had inflamed his lust to levels beyond his ability to control as the rune on his hand shone brighter than ever before.

So, he growled, and tore Mána of his waist, before tossing her to the ground. The crimson woman squealed in delight even as her body hit the crimson stone. Her gaze fixated squarely on the man now towering over her.

Kane took half a moment to admire the beautiful sight in front of him, before Mána egged him on again. "What are you waiting for?!" she exclaimed with a teasing grin as she spread her legs for him. "Teach me a lesson! Punish me for scheming against you!"

'I really need to shut this woman up,' he growled inwardly, before pouncing on top of her.

With quick movements, Kane pinned her hands above her head with his left, while wrapping his right around her throat again. Something she appeared to enjoy quite a bit. Meanwhile, his heavy man-meat rested on her toned stomach.

"Take me!" she exclaimed again, panting heavily. Excitement twinkling in her eyes.

But Kane didn't move immediately. Instead, he softly ground the base of his cock against her wet folds for a moment. He knew there was a time crunch, assuming he believed her, but he didn't want to continue dancing to her tune, even if it was only in this small way.

Suddenly, the surroundings began to rumble. Once again, the sea became turbulent, and the sky became chaotic. Kane started feeling dizzy, and violated in a way he didn't fully understand. A beautiful elven face flashed in front of his mind, a greedy, sadistic grin on her face.

It was the same face he tried to spit into when he was still awake.

Mána's eyes opened wide, and she was about to say something, but Kane knew what was happening. The elven queen had started whatever enslavement method she was attempting to use on him.

He snarled, disgust and bile rising up inside him at the thought of being someone's pet. His years under Father had come far too close already.

So, he wasted no more time. He interrupted whatever Mána was going to say, by shoving the entirety of his nine inches into her cunt.

Immediately, Mána's eyes opened even wider, as a silent scream of pain and pleasure got stuck in her throat. She arched her back. For a moment she seemed frozen in that pose, then the screamed moan finally left her throat, echoing throughout Kane's soul.

As for Kane, his mind was filled with pleasure. Mána's pussy was tight, soft, and wet in a way that he'd never felt before. Yet, a part of him realized something else: he'd torn through a barrier when he entered her.

"You conjured a hymen for this body of yours?" he asked, a little surprised. He assumed this body of hers was a fake she simply projected into his soul world somehow.

Mána panted, her eyes fluttering and unfocused, but still managed to respond. "I— I conjured nothing… you bastard!" she moaned and trembled, seemingly a little offended. "T— This is my… real body!"

Impatiently, Mána started grinding her hips against him. "Q— Questions later…! Claim me first! T— Take my power…! Before she finishes!"

Feeling the dizziness and discomfort increase along with his lust, Kane growled, and started pumping, still holding her in place by her hands and throat. With his gaze focused on Mána's pleasured face, he soon started losing any calm he had left.

Throughout his life, he suppressed his anger and hatred toward his father, finding no meaningful outlet. Yelling at him was pointless and embarrassing, while violence against others brought no satisfaction.

He found some relief in Nina's charm, Cedric's kindness, Luna's love, and the wild sex with her and Alexa, but all in all, that anger had been building up for the last eight years.

But now, he suddenly had a satisfying target he could unleash some of his fury on. He didn't care about Mána, and even if she was trying to help him now, she had still been a part of luring him into this trap.

At first, he tried to keep a lid on it and stay as calm as he could, but it quickly became unmanageable. He started panting and pumping harder. Anger mixed with lust and a desire to absolutely destroy this woman under him came bubbling up.

He roared and moved even faster. His right hand around her throat squeezed harder. His left let go of Mána's hands and bunched up her legs instead, before bending them over her head. Soon, he forced the crimson woman's legs and hands together just above her head, almost folding her like a pretzel.

Now with her hips raised high into the air, Kane started piledriving into her, his face twisted in fury and lust. "This is what you wanted, right?!" he snarled. "You wanted me to lose my cool! You got it now! Take your punishment!"

Mána's only answer has in the form of louder moans and a rapid nodding of her head. Her face was lost in pleasure, her lips split into a wide grin.

Whether she was actually excited by losing her virginity in this way, or her body was powerful enough to adapt to Kane's treatment was unsure, but their moans and grunts echoed throughout Kane's soul world.