Toyle’s offensive scheme had been thwarted and the WAR progressed at a steady pace. The skirmishes seemed to favor Toyle’s side and pushed deep into Jasmaby’s territory but the center had been left wide open and Toyle’s numbers had been put into a place where they couldn’t back away or they risked losing ground to Jasmaby’s team. Worst yet, they had been put in a position where they couldn’t get any further toward the flagpole. A single fighter from Jasmaby’s side rushed through the center where no one could see them. The fighter had a direct line to Toyle’s flagpole but it was there that they would meet a powerful opponent. 


It had been about an hour or so of waiting at the flagpole with nothing to do and Reyes was about to erupt. Either the plan had failed miserably or Toyle was taking his sweet time coming back. Reyes leaned against the pole with the back of his head against it as he looked up into the air and sighed deeply. He knew that his role was important but did it have to be so boring? When he thought that it might be better to pass out than stay here another second, he checked the path that Toyle and Jasmaby had taken and noticed that there was a figure in the distance rushing toward him. 


Reyes pushed himself off of the pole and watched as a lone figure with striking blue eyes showed up. When he noticed it was Charthur and that she was alone, Reyes grinned and crossed his arms, “Hey...Take it easy Vivian. I’ve got this. A bit of a one on one action should be just the thing I need to shake the boredom off.” 


Charthur flicked both of her wrists toward the side to summon sickles made of frost. She got to the edge of one of his traps and luckily for her, stopped while crouching in a low stance, and called out, “One guard is all they left me? Perhaps Toyle never realized who Jasmaby would send, but then again, perhaps he’s just a fool in the end.”


He took a few steps toward Charthur while opening his arms, “C’mon, you don’t think I’m that non-threatening, do you? I’m sure you know who I am by now? Obviously, you couldn’t avoid my good looks or my personality either, right?” 


The icy turf tiger tilted her head, “Toyle’s cousin? Otherwise, I don’t know who you could possibly be with a head as fat as that and taste so flat.” 


Reyes frowned, “Keep talkin’. I’ll just make it harder for you when this ends but I’m still a nice guy, so go ahead and make the first move.” 


“Your bluff is as pathetic as that mess of fluff you call hair, but sure, let’s see if you’ve actually got a pair.” Said Charthur with a grin. 


She charged forward and immediately Reyes planted a foot down on the ground and spread his aura through the runes surrounding the flagpole. The ground began to glow bright below Charthur before it erupted in a blaze of pressure and stone. A gasp came from the icy turf tiger as she was brought into the air and flung back. Reyes charged through the smoke of the first explosion and swung his arm back to grab a sword made of aura from the air. When Reyes came free of the smoke, he pounced at Charthur with his blade coming out toward her. She blocked with one of her sickles but the trap had left her off balance and he nearly knocked her over. Charthur danced around him and darted away and toward the flagpole again and again she met another one of his traps, the explosion sending her forward and onto the ground, her sickles skittering across the floor while she tried to bounce back up. Reyes capitalized on the situation and approached with his sword held forward to thrust. To his surprise and her credit, she pushed herself up quickly enough that the tip of his sword dug itself into the ground between her arms. She brought herself forward to clutch his arm and squeeze tight enough that he needed to open his paw and drop the sword to relieve the pain her knee came down on his wrist just as his fist dropped onto her cheek hard enough to loosen himself from her clutches.


Both of them backed away to stand their ground, Charthur wiping her cheek, chest heaving. Reyes brought a paw out to summon his sword again but paused as Charthur came in fast. He moved back in time to avoid her claw and drag his fist back into her side. She coughed but brought up a leg to kick him in the chest sending him back again. The icy turf tiger charged him again, taking short swings at his face that whipped fast enough to make him feel like he was dodging bullets point-blank. He kept on backing up until he reached the wall of the building and jumped onto it. Charthur followed and another rune glowed bright enough to blot out the sun as it popped and sent her flying. 


She hit the ground rolling and Reyes hopped down to follow. This time, she wasn’t fast enough to get up as he mounted with one of his knees pinning her legs down and his paws grabbed her arms. With a grin he purred, “Hah! Who knew it would be so easy to lure you into a trap? Guess I figured you’d learn after the first time.” 


Though her chest heaved, she didn’t struggle while she muttered, “I never figured anyone on Toyle’s side had a knack for thought and I certainly didn’t think you’d have me caught.” 


“Well, looks like I surprised both of us...So now that you’ve lost, how about a kiss? Maybe a little bit of something more since I’ve won this battle?” Reyes said with a grin. 


Charthur rolled her eyes, “If that’s what you want then go ahead, it's either lie about bored or get bred.” 


Reyes licked his chops as he brought his knees between her legs to spread them wide while he raked a claw along her shorts beneath the chains, material splitting perfectly for him to reveal her bare heat. He grabbed hold of his growing shaft and slapped it onto her crotch before dragging the tip down and grinding it against her warm folds. One of his paws held both of her wrists above her head while he continued to toy with her pussy until his shaft was ready to go. Despite her icy demeanor, her insides were warm and the noise she made was sweet as he slid inside of her. 


“Hah! Figured you would love it. Might as well mark you with a rune that gives a little boost to fertility. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Said Reyes with a smirk. 


A hiss came from Charthur as she bucked her hips up, “Stuff me as much as you want but don’t toy with that concept or I’ll break you with all my ferocity.” She then huffed, “Though I might let you do what you want if you give me a bit of info to sate my curiosity.” 


Reyes blinked. She was actually going through with it? He expected the angry response but if she actually would let him do it then it might add a nice bit of spice. Already his movements were getting just a bit faster with the excitement while he muttered, “Depends on what you want to know.” 


Charthur breathed out, “Those traps of yours, some on the roof and some on the ground, were those all you had to protect yourself? You as the only defender must make you brave and I see that bravery is warranted pound for pound.” 


He grinned while he dragged his hips forward harder, “Damn straight it’s warranted but Vivian is underground just in case things go wrong and I had to drag your ass over most of my traps. Hey! Vivian! How about you come out and check out the fun now that I’m gonna be knocking this kitty up.” 


While Vivian broke out of the ground and approached, Reyes got to placing a paw on Charthur’s belly to begin drawing the rune. His focus was entirely on what he was doing and he neglected to keep the pressure on her legs. The icy turf tiger’s legs folded back and then kicked forward into his shoulders to push him off and send him onto his rear. He hissed and got up about to respond but he paused as he noticed the shadows around her were writhing. Charthur got up with a smirk and turned around with her tail flicking from side to side as she summoned an icy sickle and darted toward Vivian. Reyes tried to follow but the writhing shadows began to bubble and rise before him. He blinked as they kept rising above him until a figure stepped out. 


Ink fell from Wel’s body as he looked at Reyes with a big smile, “My my, what do we have here? The local nobody with the silly hair and his dick out? Vivian could have given us some trouble if she had the drop on us but then again, with your little traps spent neither of you could hope to stand a chance.” 


Reyes snorted, “The local nobody? That’s funny coming from some weirdo with ink and don’t think my traps are all I—” His mouth was struck with a glob of ink that flew from the ground and he slapped it off while his cheeks burned and his eyes narrowed at the bastard messing with him. 


While he fumed, Wel chuckled, “You should really smile more.” 


Enough. Reyes came forward and drew his blade from the air, swiping at the fox and missing by a few inches. Wel ducked and darted away at the last moments making him think he was always going to land a hit before the tricky bastard slipped free again and again as if he were made out of dancing ink. That last thought caused him to stop as he remembered the writhing shadows on the ground and hopped back to prevent himself from being caught in a trap. Wel came forward with him, face to face causing him to scowl as he tried to slice the air. The fox grabbed his wrist stopping his swing and got close enough that he was forced to look at that stupid grin. He was about to lash out with his other paw but Wel brought down his fist coated in ink to make it larger and struck him across the cheek. Reyes reeled back and dropped his sword as Wel came forward. His fist came up in defense to try and catch Wel on the chin but the fox danced to the side and ink came up to hit him square on the chest. 


Reyes growled as he steadied himself and turned toward the fox. He was faster like this, faster without the sword and so he placed runes on his own body to enhance his natural power and he drove himself forward. His fists were faster, more dangerous but they didn’t seem to catch the fox, he kept slipping away like liquid but what was more annoying, was that Wel was always smiling during the fight. What was so funny? What was so interesting that he kept on smiling like that? He hated it! It made him feel like Wel was making fun of him, was taunting him with every move. Irritation grew as he threw his weight into a punch and slipped forward as Wel darted around him, tail flicking his chin. 


Wel hummed while backing away, “You know, you’re not as small as I thought you would be with an ego that large but I can’t help but feel you’d be a better bottom than a top with a butt like that. Plus, you’re not very strong. I don’t even have to break a sweat to play with you.” 


His cheeks flushed with color beneath the fur as he turned around and lashed out with a snarl. Wel leaned back and raised a hand, ink shooting from the ground up to wrap around Reyes’ wrist. Reyes yanked back and pulled away from the ink just in time for another wave to come up and crash into his body. The strikes before with ink hadn’t been enough to hurt him but this time, the wind was knocked from his lungs as the ink crashed into him. Hands came out of the ink to grab his legs while he recovered from the blow, his aura weakening from a mixture of loss of confidence and the battering he was getting. 


Frustration kept on building as Wel stepped to him and pulled a brush from thin air to start writing something on his chest, “What the hell are you doing?” He said with a hiss while ink shot from the ground to keep his arms in place. 


The fox ignored him and when Wel was done, he stepped back with a grin. Every rune on his body began to fade away as the ink on his chest absorbed the aura from each and formed into a heart before coming off to join the rest. Wel then sighed, “There we are...Those pesky little enchantments are a thing of the past now.” 


Reyes could feel his body growing weaker but more than that, he felt the fatigue of having used those runes on himself but he still wasn’t beaten, he could still rip out of this ink and beat that smug bastard. Wel took a step forward and drove a fist into his gut. Even without ink supplementing the blow it hurt, and adding insult was the fact that he was sure Wel could hit him harder. A hand grabbed him by the hair and yanked him down to his knees where he brought up his fist again and struck Reyes across the cheek. Stars registered in his vision, his body growing weaker. 


Wel tugged Reyes to look at Vivian and Charthur who were battling it out, “You know...I really should have brought my grimoire with me but I guess I just have to do things on the fly, now don’t I?” 


He raised a brow and watched as Wel brought that brush up in the air and wrote something, the ink swirling together before more of it gathered from the ground. A claw shot out from the orb’s center and struck into Vivian slamming her to the ground while the ink solidified, changing into black ice. Wel yanked Reyes along with a smile as he joined Charthur near the flagpole. Annoyance building more than anything else as he realized the fox had truly been toying with him the entire time.


“So, the flag is yours to take. Go on up ahead and I’ll catch up. I’d like to have a bit of pre-party fun with this one.” Said Wel with a purr.


Charthur sighed, “If I could join you then I would but I have a job to do and besides, I should save my energy for the party.”


Wel nodded, “True enough. You at least want my shorts? Not gonna use them anytime soon.” 


She snickered at that, “No need for that. Besides, I think the chains on me are a good look, maybe even better than my hat.”


The fox inclined his head to her and grinned, “Oh I don’t know about that but they do look good. Now go on.” 


The icy turf tiger returned the grin and turned to retrieve the flag before rushing off in one direction leaving Wel and Reyes to their own devices. Reyes had recovered enough to lash out at the fox but Wel let go of his hair and sent him off balance causing him to fall over. The fox then reached down to grab him by the neck, squeezing hard enough to force a gasp out of him as the other hand came down to push Wel’s shorts down. 


“So, you wanted to breed Charthur when all you’ve got is a bit of bravado? That’s cute but I wonder, if you can give, can you take?” Wel said with a hum. 


Reyes could only answer with a choked, “Fuck off.” 


A chuckle came from Wel as he tossed Reyes onto his stomach and got behind him, “If this is too much you could always ask nicely.” 


“Do your worst dumbass. Bet your dick is small anyway.” Came his words once he caught his breath.


Wel laughed and began to write something with ink on one of his rear cheeks. Before he could ask what the fox had done, he felt his ass being spread by those large hands, Wel’s tongue lapping away at his pucker to slicken it with warm spittle. Reyes hadn’t expected the gentle attention and nearly squeaked with surprise but managed to keep the small noise out of the air by holding a paw over his mouth, fangs gnashed together as he refused to give the fox an inch. That warm tongue dipped into his rear, twisting around before coming out to drag down to his balls. If he wasn’t having it done to him by some smiling bastard then he might’ve admitted to enjoying it but he would rather bite his tongue than let Wel know that. 


When the tongue pulled away he sighed, glad for at least that bit of lubrication until he felt the size of the fox’s shaft slapping onto his rear. Wel was certainly larger than him in more ways than one and he knew that there were wiser things to do than take a cock that big without proper lube. He figured he had some in the pockets of his vest but before he could say anything, the fox dragged every inch of that massive thing into his rear. Reyes kept expecting pain, kept expecting some sort of horror but instead he felt pleasure blossoming along with a tight pressure as if his insides had been lubed the entire time. 


“W-what did you do to me you bastard?” He said with a hiss trying to keep the pleasure from his voice.


He coughed as his neck was gripped, large digits squeezing around his throat while Wel purred, “I just decided to make a little spell to make it easier on both of us. Now shut up. I don’t want to hear your yapping.” 


Reyes returned to gnashing his fangs instead of trying to say anything as his rear was stretched and pounded. The fox pulled back all the way and thrust back in until their balls were touching every single time and it would have jerked him forward if not for the tight grip on his neck that the fox held. His eyes were shut and his claws dug into the ground as much as they could so he could try and hold it. He wasn’t enjoying this. Not in the slightest. There wasn’t even an inch of his body that was loving being pounded so thoroughly in the ass by a large dick. It wasn’t as if he was about to start drooling from being fucked silly, it wasn’t as if he wanted to open his mouth wide and start moaning. No, not at all! 


Just when he thought he might be getting used to it, the hand on his neck moved away allowing him to breathe properly. He had a few responses on the tip of his tongue but he was dragged over and onto his back with Wel’s hands holding onto his arms to keep him pinned while that grinning bastard looked down at his face directly. He felt that massive thing sliding into his rear again and gnashed his fangs together, the heat burning in his face growing more intense while he hoped the color did not show beneath his fur. Wel’s pace started gently this time, hips rolling instead of jerking forward. Drool slipped from the side of his mouth as he found it harder and harder to resist moaning in response to the treatment he was getting. He hated the fact that the fox above him looked like he was drinking in every detail from his features, reading him like a book. 


Every inch of that thing was inside of his rear again, hips to thighs while the fox continued looking down at him with the same expression. He wanted it harder, he wanted it rougher, he preferred when the fox was treating him mean than giving it to him gently. It felt like he was being underestimated again, felt like he was being looked down upon. With a snarl, he finally opened his mouth to say something with his new freedom, “If you’re going to fuck me then do it roughly. We’re in WAR right? Break me, mess me up, don’t fuck with me!” 


Wel leaned back and tilted his head, “Is that so? All right then.” 


He had more to say but whatever he had to say came out as a moan as Wel began to pound his rear again. A hand lashed out to grab his neck squeezing tight again and tugging him up to give Wel a better angle to slam into his rear. His own cock bounced and twitched with every push, warmth, and pressure building in his cock as he tried to resist the urge to cum from just being assfucked but he didn’t think he could hold on any longer. Wel had already heard his pleasure, already heard him moan like a little bitch. Trying to hide that was useless and so he let out sounds of choked pleasure, groans that played out through the air along with the slap of hips on thighs over and over again while their balls kissed with each thrust. Wel leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth, a soft chuckle coming from him as he kept on pounding inside of Reyes. 


Reyes hated the warmth of that kiss, hated the thought that he was either being pitied or given something sweet as a treat for being so good, and yet, it felt fantastic. The kiss, the pounding, the constant grinding of that thick thing inside of him, it all felt too good to be true. The resistance in his mind gave way to a thick fog that mired his every thought, that kept him from thinking about anything else other than the cock pounding in his rear. He could feel the knot swelling at the base of the other’s shaft making it difficult to get inside even with the magic keeping his rear nice and lubed. At this point, his hips were moving in time with Wel’s to grind himself forward as much as he could, the pleasure in his body taking over entirely. His twitching shaft bouncing against Wel’s belly began to blow a load between them, each shot causing him to curl his toes and claw the ground at his side while his mind overloaded with heat and arousal. 


Again Wel planted a kiss on the side of his mouth as if giving him a reward for letting it all out and Reyes accepted that kiss with a near purr. Part of his mind still resisted and he felt embarrassed above all else that he would make such a sound in response to someone topping him like this but that embarrassment came out as a pleasured sigh instead as Wel loosened those strong digits from his neck just enough that he could let his pleasure be known. A few more thrusts and the knot popped inside of his rear, hot cum pouring out and into his rump almost immediately. He groaned as he was filled, rope after rope of the thick stuff filling him until it felt like he had grown just a bit fatter. Wel breathed out to the air while his load was still pumping into Reyes, each drop adding just a bit more weight before he finished. 


A claw passed along his back and he felt something cold sliding through his fur before it left his body. Suddenly, pressure and soreness struck him from his rear as Wel began to tug and pull away, his eyes growing wide as his rear was stretched and stretched until Wel’s knot was forced out with a wet pop. Reyes cursed as he felt fresh pain burning at the back of his mind unable to roll through the pleasure he still felt. 


Wel got up and dusted himself off with one hand while a ball of ink floated above the other, “Let’s do this again sometime. Maybe as soon as the afterparty!” 


At the very least, he managed to mutter, “Fuck off.”