[SilentFeather]

The mighty Fire Tail smirked down at Blake, his eyes never drifting from his prey's own terrified, horrified ones. He felt his feral urges beckoning and demanding for him to attack further, showing nor receiving no single moment of mercy. He was entirely aroused. He was eager to cause pain and suffering to his little wandering victim. Blake was at the wrong time. He did not hold back, still ripping the clothing that the mage had clean from his body without so much as a single care in the world. He was violent, tending to his unquenchable thirst for blood and hunger for human flesh flowing through his veins.

"Aw, my little mouse, you have made a mistake by traveling here. You see, I do not take trespassers lightly and I do not offer mercy of any kind." He said, throwing his head back with a booming chuckle that seemed to never stop. Soon he ceased laughing, his facial gestures and emotions took a sharp turn to pure rage. It was worse because he despised the human that was Blake, offering him no form of kindness. He was a beast and such he held no kindness. All he held was the call of the wild, his entire clan was slaughtered by humans and as such hatred grew to cruel, violent levels. It was his true calling.

Fire Tail was finally having a chance for payback. He was happy as a free spirit, never wanting this to end. He loved bringing harm to humans who found themselves wandering into his beloved territory. He did not care about their excuses, all he cared about was ripping through flesh and swallowing down blood like water. He loved taking humans and ending their lives one by one. It was just the way he truly he was. His past was also why he hated humans. Truly, now and forever.

Fire Tail held down Blake with his large paws, guiding his thick cock to Blake's opening and roughly shoving it into it. He did not give Blake a single moment to become accustomed to his girth and size of it. Not at all. Not even in the very least.

Fire Tail thrusted his hips forward many times, grunting and growling from time to time. He looked down at Fire Tail's back, focusing only on dominating his prey. He kept himself mounted above the unfortunate Blake and cared not for him or any human he made suffer. He laughed as if he were a cackling witch stirring a potion, not feeling negative about his actions.