Gamerz Fantasy: Dirge of Cerberus

Omake

(I know I said it wouldn’t work before and technically what I said wouldn’t work, doesn’t, but it just won’t leave me alone until I try, so here’s some plotless porn and violence for you all)

Rosso burst out of the manor angrily, looking around frantically but not seeing anything. She let out a frustrated roar as she punched the ground, leaving a small crater in the earth. “If you manage to survive that wound, I’ll make sure you don’t survive the next one!” she roared before slowly calming down and saying, “But no matter. The end is upon us.” She held up the Protomateria and grinned.

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Deep in the bowels of Midgar, Rosso the Crimson stalked the halls and passageways. She held the Protomateria tight in her claws and while she should have been feeling triumphant, she was pissed at the fact that Vincent escaped. She wanted to feel his life’s blood dripping from her claws. She wanted to hear his heartbeat slow to a stop. She wanted to watch as his last breath escaped his lips! She shuddered in ecstasy at those thoughts before slamming her fist into a nearby wall.

“Temper, temper,” hissed a soft voice as a cloud of pitch blackness slowly squirmed into the hallway and a tall man in black leather with a cloth wrap over his mouth emerged from it. His voice had a slight teasing quality, as if he were talking to a younger sister, although the humor didn’t make it’s way to his eyes, which were as cold as the darkness that he emerged from.

“Shut up, Nero!” snapped Rosso.

“Are you really that upset that you failed to finish him off?” asked Nero. “Tsk, Tsk… Weiss is very happy with what you’ve accomplished.”

Rosso gritted her teeth in frustration before sighing and handing over the Protomateria. “Hail Weiss,” she said.

“Don’t worry about Vincent,” said Nero. “Now that we have the Protomateria, we can unleash Azul’s true power. He’ll make short work of Vincent along with that bothersome Reeve and that pathetic Shelke.” At those words, Rosso leapt forward, intending to rip Nero’s throat out, but he merely merged with his darkness again and vanished. “Now now, Rosso,” said Nero silkily, “there’s no need for that. Why don’t you go have fun in the arena like you always do? Mindless slaughter always puts you in a good mood.” His laughter slowly faded away, leaving Rosso fuming in rage.

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Rosso stepped into her arena. She was pissed and felt like taking it out on anything that moved. Nero was right, she would feel a lot better if she killed something. She just wished that she could find a decent opponent. “Send in the first batch of pathetic wretches!” she barked. She scoffed as a group of Deepground mechs walked and rolled into the room. “What is that?!” she asked, not hiding the disgust in her voice. “These will not bleed!!!” She roared as she tore at the machines, dodging bullets and ripping them to pieces with ease. As soon as the last mech was down, she roared to whoever was listening, “If the next group of opponents don’t live, then you’ll be next!!!”

There seemed to be a bit of hesitation before the arena doors opened up and a squad of Deepground soldiers were all but shoved in. Rosso licked her lips and grinned, especially when a few of the soldiers started banging on the arena door. “Fresh meat!” she purred before tearing into them. A few of the soldiers tried to fight back, but it was useless, her claws made sure that not one of them survived. When the slaughter was over, she gently licked some of the blood from her claws and rubbed some more of it into her skin, relishing the feel and taste of it. “Next!” she called as another door opened and a flood of Gargoyles poured through the door. Her eyes flashed as she finally brought out her weapon and started flipping into the air, slicing into the flying beasts and shooting bullets wildly. When the last gargoyle was laying wounded on the ground, she stepped on it’s back and ripped it’s wings off, grinning like the maniac that she was. “More! More!!” Doors flew open around the arena and hordes of Epilonis, Guard Hounds and Sahagin poured in. Rosso cackled maniacally as she raced towards her prey, easily decapitating and eviscerating monsters left and right. She was leaping through the air, firing her sword when she suddenly felt a sting on her cheek. She stopped attacking and dabbed a claw at her cheek. She pulled back a drop of her own blood. “Who did that?!” she roared. “Who was actually good enough to damage me?!” She looked around until her eyes lighted on the points of a Sahagin’s spear. It had just the tiniest hint of blood on it. Rosso and the Sahagin locked eyes for a split second before she grinned and the two raced towards each other, killing anything that got in their way.

By the time they got to each other, they were both covered in blood, but neither of them seemed to notice or care. Rosso was grinning ear to ear as her sword swing was parried by the sahagin’s spear. “Are you actually a decent opponent?!” she hissed as their weapons clanged and crashed together, sending sparks flying all over. Rosso’s attacks were wild, yet trained, so while she was able to keep her focus on the battle, she was still dismembering anything that got too close. The sahagin, on the other hand, was able to parry each of her swings and still avoided killing his own kind. “Do you really think that’ll impress me?!” laughed Rosso as she leapt in the air and started spraying the area with bullets, but the sahagin was able to deflect them by spitting high-velocity streams of water at the ones that would have hit it. The others around it weren’t so lucky. Rosso and the sahagin stared at each other. She had to admit that she was impressed with how well a mere monster was handling itself. But now she desperately wanted to kill it! “I’ll see my claws stained with your blood!” she snarled wildly. The two charged at each other and were about to collide when one of the doors to the arena flew off it’s hinges as a huge dual horn charged into the arena. Rosso watched the dual horn with interest as it ran through the arena, goring anything that moved with it’s large horns and decimating any corpses that it stomped on in it’s anger. She grinned, the sahagin totally forgotten.

“You’re mine!” she cackled as she ran towards the furious, rampaging monster and leapt on it’s back. She was about to rend her claws into it’s hide when she felt something else land on the beast’s back. She looked up and blinked at the sahagin. It was staring at her and holding it’s spear ready to attack the dual horn. Rosso narrowed her eyes and growled, “This is MY kill!” The sahagin answered by stabbing it’s spear into the dual horn. Rosso was almost thrown off by the bucking of the monster, but she dug her sword into the creature’s hide and clung on with her claws. She glared daggers at the sahagin, who merely kept it’s narrow eyes trained on her as it also clung on for dear life. The staring contest probably would have gone on forever if the dual horn hadn’t rammed it’s head into a wall to try and shake it’s two passengers off. Rosso laughed wildly as she held on and stabbed at the beast, relishing the blood spraying in her face. She sighed happily before pulling her blade from the beast and swiping at the sahagin, trying to get rid of it, but the stubborn creature blocked her attack and stabbed the dual horn. Rosso growled a little, but she had to admit that she was slowly gaining respect for this creature, especially the way that it never took it’s eyes off of her. It knew what the real threat in the room was.

She leapt from the dual horn’s back just as it rammed it’s head into another wall, causing it to become buried in rubble. She knew that while it would dig it’s way out eventually she had some time, so she eyed the sahagin, the only other creature to have survived the dual horn’s rampage. She saw scour marks on it’s shell, proof that it couldn’t dodge all of her bullets, as well as a few cuts on it’s arms from her blade. But, she had a few minor injuries from it’s spear as well. “Not bad…” she said grudgingly. The sahagin nodded it’s head slightly before inclining it’s head to her and banging it’s spear on the ground. She grinned again as she stretched before charging the sahagin, but it was ready for her and crouched low and tackled her when she got close. The two rolled around on the floor, trying to gain the upper hand, until the dual horn suddenly burst from the rubble. The two combatants quickly disengaged from each other and faced down the furious beast. It was bleeding from multiple wounds and it looked like the rubble managed to poke out one of it’s eyes. Rosso eyed the creature and licked her lips when she saw that one of it’s horns had broken off and was lying next to it. “Time to die!” she roared as she tumbled in, grabbed up the horn and stabbed the monster in the chest. The dual horn roared in pain and reared back, almost throwing Rosso to the side, but she planted her feet and kept pushing. The monster reared back again, this time attempting to land on her. She held her ground and braced herself for the pain that never came. She looked back in shock at the sahagin that was now helping her push the horn deeper into the monster until it finally gave up the ghost and collapsed on it’s side, twitching a little, the tip of it’s horn barely poking out from it’s back.

“I hope you aren’t expecting a thank you from me…” growled Rosso. “I don’t thank my next victims!” She tackled the sahagin to the ground and swatted it with her claws, but it quickly brought up it’s spear to block her attack. It shoved her off of it, causing her to collide with the corpse of the dual horn. She braced herself for it’s attack, but it didn’t attack her. It merely stared at her. “What is with you?!” she hollered. “Are you gonna attack me or what?!” The sahagin then did something that she wasn’t expecting; it dropped it’s spear. “And now you mock me?!” she spat. “You think you can defeat me without your weapon?! I’ll show you what I’m made of!” She charged the sahagin, swinging her sword like a madwoman while the sahagin merely watched her carefully. When she got close enough, the sahagin clapped it’s hands together, her blade caught between them, and in her split-second of shock, tore the weapon from her grip and tossed it away. Rosso actually leapt back after that, reassessing her opponent.

“You are not a normal sahagin,” she said slowly, unsure of how to proceed with him anymore. “I have not fought such a worthy opponent in quite some time. You are…fun to fight, however you did not fight me with any bloodlust, and then you disarmed us both. What do you want with me, since you are not attacking?” The sahagin took a step towards her, making her take a cautious step back. The sahagin took a few more steps, but Rosso held her ground. The arena was silent except for the slow *slap slap slap* of the monster’s flipper-like feet on the blood-soaked floor. When it was a few steps away from her she held up a hand. “Hold it!” she growled. “What do you want?!” The sahagin merely stared at her, and now that it was just them she saw that his eyes were slowly traveling up and down her body. “You want…me?” she asked incredulously. The sahagin nodded and took another step toward her. She took a few steps back until she collided with the dual horn’s corpse again. “I don’t think so,” she said with a sneer. Although the sneer slowly faded from her face and was replaced with shock as the sahagin spread it’s legs and allowed it’s penis to slip from it’s shell. It was bigger than she expected and it wasn’t even erect yet.

“Put that away or I’ll tear it off!” she screamed. The sahagin took a step towards her, his cock twitching as if to say, ‘bring it.’ “Do not mock me!” she roared as she charged the monster, but it easily dodged her frenzied charge, grabbed her arm as she passed and swung her around, using her own momentum to send her flying back into the carcass. Rosso huffed as the wind was knocked out of her, and was stunned at the ease with which the monster had turned her rage against her. She was so stunned, in fact, that she didn’t even move until she saw the sahagin’s hands placed on the carcass on either side of her head. She whirled around and tried to bring up a clawed hand, but the sahagin grabbed it and licked it before burying it into the carcass behind her. Rosso gasped as she felt the blood slowly flow down her claws, arousing her immensely. The feel of the thick fluid pooling in her palm along with the smell of death surrounding her was causing her to start breathing heavily. “Get your filthy hands off of me, you disgusting freak!” she spat as she tried to push him away with her free hand, but the sahagin merely grabbed it too and growled possessively as it ripped her clawed gauntlet off and nibbled her fingers. Rosso shuddered in a combination of disgust and uncertain arousal as she looked into the sahagin’s eyes and saw a deep lust in them. “Do you actually think that you’re allowed to do this…to me?” she snarled angrily.

“Is our dear Rosso in some kind of trouble?” said the silky voice of Nero over the arena loudspeakers.

“Stay out of this!” roared Rosso, “I can take care of myself!”

“Obviously not,” said Nero. “I think you could use…”

“Don’t you dare say it, Nero…” growled Rosso.

“…some help,” finished Nero. Rosso howled in rage and frustration as one of the doors opened and three squads of Deepground soldiers poured into the arena.

“Damn him!” Rosso screamed as she tugged at her one arm, but the sahagin hissed at her, grabbed her throat, slammed her head back against the carcass and gave her a slow, long lick across the face. She could smell the death on his breath, causing her to gasp, which gave him the opportunity to quickly flick his tongue inside of her mouth. She was shocked for a split-second before she bit down, but the sahagin didn’t pull back, he kept his tongue where it was, allowing her the chance to try and draw blood before slowly pulling back just in time to start attacking the soldiers as they ran up to him. This time, Rosso watched the sahagin closely as he took down the soldiers. She had to admit, albeit grudgingly, that there was a certain amount of grace in his movements. She narrowed her eyes as she watched the sahagin easily chop all of the soldiers into little pieces.

“I see…” said Nero over the loudspeaker. “Then again, I suppose that they never stood a chance if even the great Rosso couldn’t take him down. I can’t be bothered to do any more…have fun with him Rosso…” Chilling mirthless laughter filled the arena before the loudspeaker cut out filling the area in silence.

“Not bad beastie,” hissed Rosso, “but it’ll take more than that to get me to allow you to have your way with me. If you think you have what it’ll take to truly turn me on, then give it your best shot!” Rosso watched the sahagin carefully. She saw every small drip of blood from the points of it’s spear that it had retrieved during it’s battle. The creature turned to face her and slowly walked up to her. He slowly reached out his hand, covered in blood, and held it under her nose. She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, inhaling the pungent aroma. She squeezed her legs together as she felt a pleasant warmth spreading in her nether regions. She growled as she glared at the sahagin, grabbed his hand and licked the blood from it. The sahagin growled as well as it ran it’s other hand over her face, coating it in blood and making her moan lewdly. Her eyes flashed as she put one of the sahagin’s fingers in her mouth and sucked the blood from it before biting down hard on it. The sahagin seemed to grin as it ran it’s claws against her face, barely breaking the skin. Rosso gasped at the slight pain and purred at the feeling of her own blood dripping down her cheek. By now she was getting ravenous for the smells and feelings of blood that was covering her face and neck. She snarled as she tried to tug her arm free of her gauntlet before finally trying the clasp, but it had been damaged in the fracas and woundn’t budge no matter what she tried. “Free me…” she growled, causing the sahagin to snarl. “Do it now!” she roared ferociously. The sahagin growled possessively as he tore her hand from her gauntlet. Rosso’s eyes flashed as the sahagin immediately brought her hand up to his mouth and bit down hard, drawing blood that he started sucking on.

Rosso grinned as she grabbed his spear from where he’d dropped it and stabbed his other hand. “Let me taste you too,” she purred as she brought the wound to her lips and softly ran her tongue over it. “Bitter…like the taste of death…” She shuddered as she felt a familiar tingling wetness between her legs. This creature was actually managing to turn her on. She grinned a little at the thought. “You’re doing well so far…” she murmured sensuously, “keep it up, if you think you can…”

The sahagin looked at her and stared into her eyes. They were the eyes of a wild animal, hungry for the kill and filled with a deep-seated lust for blood and violence. And now there was a little hint of pure lust for physical pleasure too. He felt his dick start to swell with pride and anticipation at his chances of mating with this strange and alluring female. He growled a little as he ran his hand over her strange head scales and churred as he started to slowly rub his erection against her crotch. He heard her gasp and looked into her eyes again. They were wide with shock and a hint of anger. He growled as he continued to slowly rub his erection against her and watched as her eyes grew heavy with desire.

Rosso couldn’t believe that the creature would actually start rubbing against her like that. But, she had to admit that she was enjoying the feeling. Her eyes became heavily lidded as she slowly reached down and gripped his penis, gasping again at the girth of it. She wasn’t a virgin, she’d raped a few of the weaker members of Deepground whenever she was feeling horny, but this guy was much bigger than anyone she’d taken inside of her before. The sahagin removed her hand and positioned his dick so that it was pointing at her crotch before poking and prodding at her clothed sheath. She rested her head back on the carcass and moaned loudly as she felt the penis push her armor slightly inside of her. She just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations running through her body for a few minutes before snapping her head up, gripping the penis harshly and growling. “Hold it!” she hissed. “You’re getting ahead of yourself!” She relaxed her grip just slightly and smiled evilly. “We’ve got quite a bit to do before you’re ready for that…” she purred.

The sahagin wasn’t sure what she meant, but he was okay with whatever she wanted. He could feel the tightness of her when he was pushing at her and knew that he had to have her, no matter what she wanted in return. He watched as she grabbed his spear again and this time she stabbed the carcass behind her and slit the beast’s hide open before plunging the spear so deep into the carcass that a veritable geyser of blood gushed forth, coating the two from head to toe. The sahagin blinked as she moaned even more lewdly than before and rubbed the blood into her exposed skin. When she opened her eyes, they were filled with a furious lust as she grabbed at her clothing, trying to find the zipper, but failing miserably. After a few seconds, she let out a frustrated roar and started furiously ripping the cloth from her shoulders and arms. As soon as he could see an opening, the sahagin gripped the chest piece and looked in her eyes. She nodded and braced herself as he ripped the chest piece from her body. Her breasts were completely exposed just as the dead carcass let out it’s last giant gush of blood, covering them immediately.

“Better…” cooed Rosso as she started rubbing her breasts before stopping. “You! This is what you wanted…isn’t it?” She grinned as the sahagin churred again and started rubbing her breasts, smearing the blood into her skin. She hummed contentedly before running her hands down her body and finding the ties to her bikini panties, which were connected to the rest of her clothing. She undid them and then heard the metal crotch guard hit the ground with a loud crash, taking her hip-cape with it. All she still had on was her reinforced high-heels and stockings, and she wasn’t about to let them stay. She swatted the sahagin away before sitting down in the huge puddle of gore, gasping as the red liquid oozed around her exposed crotch, before slowly removing her legwear and tossing it away haphazardly. She smiled sexily as she looked at the sahagin and beckoned him to her with a simple wave of her finger. The sahagin slowly walked up to her until she held out her hand. She licked her lips as she watched the sahagin’s cock wave in front of her. She ran her hands through the blood on the floor before reaching up and covering the cock with blood. “Yummy,” she moaned as she slowly licked the cock clean, savoring the bitter, coppery taste, before rubbing more blood onto it.

The sahagin rumbled happily at the odd blowjob he was being given. Her fingers were soft, nimble and warm, completely different from a female sahagin’s fingers. And her tongue was smooth and her mouth was nice and warm against his skin. He watched her eyes, which were still wild, but now filled with a sensuous calm. Her desire to please him wasn’t quite overstating her feral thirst for carnage, but they were working in tandem with each other. He reached out and grabbed her head as she was pulling away from him to rub more blood on his dick, and tried to push his dick into her mouth. She resisted for a few seconds before their eyes met and she allowed him to move her head.

Rosso closed her eyes as she opened her mouth and felt the rough texture of the scaly phallus enter her mouth. She rolled her tongue softly around it, licking off the last remnants of the blood that were still on the cock. It was strangely satisfying to have this beast’s cock in her mouth, more so than anyone else before. Maybe it was because this beast was one of the best opponents she’d had the pleasure of fighting against. She looked up at him as he pushed his dick all the way down her throat and moaned quietly. She ran her hands along the floor before rubbing them against her breasts and pussy, smearing them with more blood as she pulled her head back and gave the dick a long slow lick from the base to the tip. “Are you enjoying this?” she hissed, “I don’t do this kind of thing for just anyone, you know.” The sahagin churred as he looked down at her, and she saw the animalistic lust surging in his eyes. This beast wanted her badly and she was willing give herself up completely. She felt her pussy throbbing at the thought of the huge member that she was licking pushing it’s way in between her legs, stretching her more than any human could, maybe even hurting her as it forced it’s way deep inside of her. She shuddered with anticipation as she redoubled her efforts on her blowjob. She wanted the creature to cum in her mouth. Everything about this beast tasted like death and carnage and she was going to taste his cum too. “If you want me, you’ll have to do as I say,” she said with a fake sweetness in her voice. “And I want you to blow your load, right here…” As she said that, she pointed into her mouth, “and here,” she pointed to her face, “and here,” she ran her hands over her breasts. “If you can do that for me, than I might think about letting you in here,” she moaned as she ran her fingers along her smooth pussy lips.

The sahagin didn’t need to be told twice. He was getting close to his breaking point as it was, but the thought of being able to actually mate with this strangely alluring female was enough to send him over the edge. He grunted as he quickly grabbed her head and shoved his dick back into her mouth just before his first blast of cum erupted from him. Her eyes flashed hungrily as she slowly pulled her head back after a few bursts and let the next few strands hit her in the face. By the way her cheeks bulged he could tell that she hadn’t bothered to swallow his cum yet, but his attention was pulled away from that when she positioned his cock so that the last few strands of his cum landed on her breasts.

As soon as he was done, she finally swallowed the seed in her mouth. It had tasted strong and feral and bloodthirsty. She knew that this sahagin would sire some very strong and vicious children. She caught herself wondering if a human could get pregnant by a sahagin and laughed at her foolishness. The idea of Rosso the Crimson bearing spawn was laughable. As if she would allow herself to get weighted down by children. She grinned as she looked down at the sahagin’s cock. It was still as hard as ever. “You’re rather virile aren’t you?” she asked as she slowly stood up and leaned against the Dual Horn carcass, “and I’m sure you just want to stick that right in me, but I’ll have to deny you until you do a little favor for me first.”

The sahagin narrowed his eyes and growled a little until he seemed to get where she was going. He walked up to her and ran his tongue over her lips before pushing it into her mouth. He heard her moan lustfully and knew that she was totally in heat for him. He let out a growl from deep within the back of his throat as he pulled his tongue from her mouth and slowly ran it down her body, between her breasts and over her stomach until it reach the core of her femininity. Her pussy was soaked with blood, but he could easily taste her distinct female tang hidden just barely underneath the gore. She was literally dripping with fem-cum as his tongue pushed and probed at her soft lips. She hissed between clenched teeth as his long, rough tongue pushed deeper into her than any of her own species would be able to. Her soft inner walls rippled and squeezed around his tongue even as his webbed fingers pinched and poked around her opening.

Rosso seethed, hissed and moaned as she felt the sahagin’s long tongue push almost up to her cervix. His tongue was covered in rough scales, not unlike the ones covering his dick, which rubbed and gently scratched at the soft folds and sensitive skin inside of her. She licked her lips a little before moaning, “Lick harder!” The sahagin slowly pulled his tongue from her and looked up at her with a confused look on his face. Rosso grinned as she grabbed his chin and brought his face up so it was directly in front of hers. “Hurt me!” she whispered seductively, “Make me bleed!” She shoved him back down and gripped the carcass behind her as the sahagin stabbed his tongue deep within her. Rosso winced for a split-second before screaming in pleasurable pain as the sahagin rasped his tongue along her inner walls in a rough manner. “Yes…good…” she hissed as she gripped her breasts tightly, scratching them up with her nails. She was panting heavily when she finally felt something inside of her tear. The sahagin quickly pulled his tongue from her pussy, raking it along the fresh wound, making her have the strongest orgasm she’d ever had in her life. Her body was shaky and weak; for the first time in her life she felt vulnerable as she started to slide down the carcass, but the sahagin caught her under her arms and held her up. She panted a little as her head slowly cleared and found that it was actually comfortable to rest her cheek against the sahagin’s shoulder with her arms draped over his shell. She gritted her teeth and slowly turned her head to face him. He was looking at her and slowly moved his head towards hers. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she felt his tongue rasp over her lips and flow into her mouth. Her body trembled as she had a minor orgasm, and trembled again at the feeling of her own blood trickling down her leg. She growled as she felt the strength return to her arms, raising them and gripping the sahagin’s head as she finally kissed him back. The two strange lovers wrestled back and forth with their tongues for a few seconds before Rosso pulled back and gasped. “Now,” she hissed, “take me now! It’s finally time!” Rosso blinked as the sahagin actually grinned at her. “Wh-what?” she asked, taken aback, before gasping as she felt the beast’s clawed hands grip her butt tightly. She licked her lips and moaned as she felt the creature’s claws dig into her flesh as they lifted her up. She heard him snarl possessively as he positioned himself at her entrance. Rosso was beside herself with anger and lust. She was always the one in charge! How could she let this lower-life form take her in this way? Yet, even as she was screaming internally, she felt her legs wrapping around the beast’s shell. She growled as she looked up at his face and ran her nails over his scaly pate. The two merely stared into each other’s eyes, reading each other’s thoughts and feelings in a split-second, before the sahagin lowered her and raised his hips, easily pushing into her sodden depths. Rosso’s head shot back as she gasped at the pain that was caused by the force of his entry, the roughness of his scales, the size of his member and her wound from earlier. They all collided together to form a brilliant searing pain that literally took her breath away.

She was so incredibly tight around his member. He felt her muscles twitching like crazy, trying to get used to the amazing girth of his penis, but he knew that she wouldn’t want that just yet so he pulled her head in so her chin was resting on his shoulder and growled once more to make sure that she knew that she was his before quickly moving in and out of her. She clung tightly to his shell, her eyes squeezed shut in pain but her mouth wide open in pleasure. He growled in pride with each moaning gasp and pleasure filled snarl that she let out. He churred in her ear when she bit into his shoulder as she let out a muffled scream. He could feel her insides rippling and clenching tightly around him, and knew that she just had an orgasm, so he quickly pulled her off of his member, and before she had time to realize what he’d done, threw her roughly to the blood soaked ground and fell on top of her, once more piercing her core quickly. He started moving as soon as he heard her scream and grinned as he felt her nails raking along his shell.

“You fucker!” screamed Rosso, “Fuck me harder! Harder! I can barely feel it!” She sucked in air through gritted teeth as she moved her hips up to meet each of his downward strokes, loving the feeling of her butt pulling out of the cloying blood. She screamed and moaned continuously as she ran her hands over the sahagin’s shell, over her breasts and through her hair. The sahagin’s dick was now easily sliding back and forth in her truly stretched vaginal passage. No human male would be able to do anything for her again, as if they could have in the first place. The sahagin’s claws gripped her shoulders tightly, drawing more blood from her before raking over her breasts, causing her to moan loudly. “You…” she panted into his ear, “aren’t half bad…but if you really want me happy, you’d better step it up a notch…” The sahagin answered by roaring and biting her neck. Rosso screamed and came again as she felt mind-numbing pain shoot through her neck and shoulder. She grinned as she grabbed his head and tore it from her. Her eyes twinkled lustfully as she brought his head down and shoved her tongue in his mouth. The sahagin snarled as he shoved his own into hers, making her grin as she bit down on it, hard. She then licked up the combination of both of their blood from his tongue.

The sahagin slowly pulled his face from hers as he watched her savor their blood before picking up the pace on their fucking. He ran his claws lightly over her stomach as he got ready to fill her to the brim with his seed. The moment of his climax was drawing nearer and nearer, and he wanted to make sure that she knew it.

Rosso eyes shot open and she looked into his eyes. They told her what the stroking of her stomach was meant to indicate. He was close to cumming. “Go on,” she hissed, “cum inside of me. I’d like to feel that…”

As if he needed her to tell him that, however, her words did have the effect of spurring him on. He started pounding into her ruthlessly and relentlessly as his webbed fingers gripped and pulled on her breasts, his claws digging into her soft flesh. He was growling and grunting under the strain of the fierce rutting, but they were drowned out by her unabashed lustful moans and screams. His dick started to swell and twitch, signaling that his climax was mere seconds away, so he looked down at her and saw that she had her eyes closed and was merely gasping and panting as she neared her own climax. She looked so…what was the word that humans used? Beautiful? He had to do something to show her how he really felt. His head shot down and their lips met in a surprisingly soft kiss.

Rosso’s eyes shot open in surprise at the sudden tenderness of the kiss. It was in sharp contrast to the serious pounding she was receiving. She had no need for tenderness or love! She was about voice a protest at it when the sahagin slammed his dick all the way into her and growled into her mouth as she felt the first jet of cum splashing directly into her womb. She moaned loudly as she pulled her mouth away from his and closed her eyes so that her sense of touch would be heightened. Her body twitched and spasmed with each throbbing pulse to cum that squirted into her body until the sensations were too much and her body exploded in a mind-bending orgasm that made her see spots in front of her eyes.

Her orgasm was surprisingly silent. He could feel her clenching tightly around him and saw her let out silent gasps and screams as she trembled violently, and was pleased that he was able to turned her on that much. It had to be the best feeling in the world, making this gorgeous creature climax around his member. But, even the best feelings had to come to an end and he felt the last soft squirt of his semen pulse into her womb before slowly pulling out of her battered vagina.

Rosso groaned in disappointment as she felt herself empty. Her womb, that had been plugged up by the sahagin’s dick, quickly expelled most of the cum into her vagina. She groaned a little more as her hips continued to twitch as she felt his cum slowly trickle out of her ravaged hole and down the crack of her ass. She looked down and grinned at the pinkish tint of the cum, proving that their fucking had wounded her inside more than even she’d thought. “Not bad, beastie…” she panted as she staggered to her feet and picked up her clothing. She looked a right mess; there was blood caked to most of her body with more dripping from her clothes and cum smeared on her face and breasts and more running down her legs. Yet, even though she looked like a mess, she still had her air of feminine pride. She grinned down at the sahagin, who was still sitting on the floor, panting heavily. “I’ll be back here sometime soon,” she said off-handedly. “Try not to die before then.” She knelt down in front of him and grabbed his limp dick in her hands. “I look forward to fighting with you again.” She smirked before slowly walking to the exit, unconsciously swaying her hips as she moved. As soon as the door closed behind her, she dropped her clothes and sighed. “Not bad at all…” she moaned softly.

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A few days passed with the only odd occurrences being the slaughter of the guards stationed in the security room during Rosso’s time in the arena and the theft of the tape of the arena during that time. But Rosso was feeling a lot more moody than was normal, even for her. At first she chalked it up to having the best fuck of her life and then feeling let down that it wasn’t happening every day, but then something happened that changed her mind. She was performing her normal morning exercises when she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She clutched her stomach with one hand while holding herself up with the other before swallowing and standing up straight, forcing her body to hold itself together. “An odd thing…” said the voice of Nero right by her ear.

“What’s that?” asked Rosso, keeping her voice level, even though her body was screaming at her to get to a bathroom quickly.

“The gestation period of a sahagin is only a matter of weeks,” said Nero, “a month at the most.”

“What’s your point?” asked Rosso, a hint of discomfort entering her voice.

“Well, there are a few scientists who have worked out a few things about crossbreeding…perverts mostly…but they say that if a sahagin and a human were to mate then they would have a baby in about three months.” He chuckled a little directly into her ear before she felt his hands on her shoulders. “I would say that your belly would start swelling in about a week. Too bad.”

“What do you mean?” whispered Rosso.

“Our plan should come to fruition right before that,” hissed Nero. “I so wish that I could have seen your tight little belly swelling with your little reptilian spawn but that’s not to be.” He let out a small hissed laugh as his hand ran over her belly.

She shuddered in disgust at his touch before quickly swiping at him, but her claws met no resistance. “Congratulations, Rosso dear…” laughed Nero as his cloud of blackness vanished.

“A baby…” groaned Rosso, “You’ve got to be kidding me…” Her stomach lurched again and she quickly ran into her bathroom.

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A few more days passed with Rosso having morning sickness before the WRO attacked the Deepground headquarters. She watched in amusement as Azul attacked the airships with his giant chaingun and had a nice battle with a blonde swordsman before he was lost in the dust and debris of the battlefield, but what she really wanted was to be able to kill Vincent Valentine…the one who got away from her. She had just finished off a bunch of pathetic humans when he showed up, looking like the poster boy of perfect health. “Still alive, I see,” she said with a hint of a smile in her voice. “And you call yourself human?”

“More Human than you…” said Vincent.

“More human than I?” asked Rosso quietly before laughing. “Tell me something I don’t already know, darling! I’m a Tsviet! I’ve traded away my human weaknesses for power long ago. It is the path I’ve chosen, and the path I’ll tread until I’ve sucked all life from this pitiful world!” She heseitated for a split-second as she thought about the sahagin and the new life slowly growing inside of her before snarling and saying, “And I’m not going to let you get in the way! You’ve lived long enough Vincent Valentine, and I’ll make sure that you don’t come back this time…by slicing you into pieces!” She quickly whipped out her weapon and launched herself at him, but he was ready for her this time and easily dodged her lunge. The two traded fire back and forth, with Rosso taking more damage than Vincent if only because he was actually using debris for cover. She snarled a little as she felt the pain in her shoulders from where the bullets had bounced off of her bullet-retardant clothing before holding up her hand. Vincent cautiously stood up and held his fire. “Do you know why they call me ‘The Crimson,’ darling?” she asked sweetly. “Let me show you!” She grinned with a manic glee as she whirled her blades around so fast that she caused a crimson shockwave to slice through the air, just missing Vincent. Vincent didn’t even blink as he raised his gun and the two continued their dance of death. Rosso would now throw out her crimson shockwaves at set intervals alongside her other attacks, and she was sure that she was wearing him down. His projectiles were bouncing off of her armor and whenever he tried to turn into that disgusting Galian Beast, she was able to dodge him easily.

Her downfall came about by one lucky punch, however. Vincent had just reverted to his normal self and she was about to use that moment of weakness to finish him off when he suddenly reared up and punched her directly in the stomach with his clawed gauntlet. Rosso felt a supreme amount of pain deep inside of her body as she went flying back, rolled along the floor and collapsed to the ground, clutching her stomach tightly. Her stomach was roiling and burning in a way that she’d never felt before and it felt as if something had broken inside of her belly, but she had no idea how it could be causing this much torment to her, until she suddenly arched her back and screamed like a wild animal that had just lost the only thing it cared for. And then…the pain was gone, replaced by a dull throb in her stomach… No, not her stomach… She looked down between her legs and saw a large pool of blood with a tiny speck of meat floating around inside of it. Her baby… A single drop of water ran down her nose and slowly dripped into the pool, but whether it was sweat or something else, even she didn’t know. She slowly looked over at Vincent. He had put his weapon away. He was mocking her! Now would be the perfect time to strike! She narrowed her eyes and blinked as she suddenly saw that sahagin in front of her, dropping his spear. She blinked again, and there was Vincent Valentine, and suddenly, it just didn’t matter anymore. But she still had her pride.

“Someone stronger…than…” she grunted as she slowly pushed herself to her feet. “Absurd…Absurd!” She tried to keep from looking at Vincent, but her eyes would always travel back to him and he would always change between Vincent and the sahagin. Her resolve to keep her pride was breaking by the second, but she wouldn’t let him see a moment of her weakness. “Our time here together is done,” she said calmly as she held her stomach and slowly turned around, “but the mighty Azul awaits.” She was about to go through with her plans when she suddenly knelt down and scooped up the remains of her baby and dashed away, leaping to the edge of the platform. “I shall not grant you the pleasure of killing Rosso the Crimson. No one will ever stand above me.” She grinned as she charged energy into his gauntlet and sliced at the platform she was on. “No one! No one!! No one!!!” She punctuated each cry with another slice at the platform until a chunk in the shape of a square was slowly falling away, with her on it. She cackled insanely as she watched Vincent slowly walk up to the edge of the platform, merely watching her fall to her death, and suddenly wondered that if she had asked, would he have tried to save her? But it didn’t matter. He was out of sight, the clouds were covering him, or her depending on the viewpoint. And as she continued to laugh, she finally let the tears flow; the tears that any mother would have when they have to survive the death of their own child. She didn’t cry so much as wail and scream at the gods and the planet for taking form her the only thing that she might have learned to care about and waited with baited breath for when the long plunge would reach it’s sudden, and terminal, end. She had her eyes closed, which is why they suddenly shot open and she looked down when she felt something thin and slimy wrap around her waist. It was only there was a split-second before she was suddenly yanked from her plummeting perch and into a dense copse of trees. She grunted a little as she suddenly felt webbed, clawed fingers going over her body, inspecting her for injuries. “Wh-what…?” she asked, a little dazed.

She seemed to be okay. There were no major injuries and the bleeding between her legs had stopped. She was looking at him with a combination of shock and shame. He cocked his head to the side before remembering to pull his tongue back.

She watched as the sahagin slowly retracted his long tongue before letting out a small grunt and asking, “Why did you have to do that? I didn’t ask you to save me.” The sahagin nodded his head before running the back of his hand over her cheek. “Stop it!” she spat, “What we had was a fling! It was nothing! You think you’re in love with me? Well, I’ll tell you that I don’t know the meaning of the word! That baby was a fluke! And it’s dead now…any…wa…y…” She choked on her words as the sahagin patted her on the shoulder before merely holding his hand out to her. She looked up at him before asking, “You want me to go with you?” The sahagin nodded. “Even though this might be the last day that anyone is alive on this planet and I helped cause that…you still want me to go with you?” The sahagin nodded again. She thought about his offer versus her own thoughts of oblivion, and suddenly wanted to live. For the first time in her life, Rosso the Crimson blushed and smiled shyly as she took his hand. “All right then, lead on.”

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Three Years Later

He watched her. She was sleeping peacefully and had a serene angelic beauty to her, but he knew that if there wasn’t food in front of her when she woke up then that angelic beauty would get really ugly really quickly. He growled as he quietly turned and headed outside, but didn’t make it more than two feet before hearing her say, “Where are you sneaking off to then?” He tried to show that he was going to go out to hunt for her food.

“Don’t be silly,” said Rosso as she slowly sat up, or tried to at any rate. She was pregnant again, this time with her eighth child. “You know that I’ve trained our children perfectly well in the matters of the hunt. I would be surprised if they weren’t outside right now dragging something in.” She saw her lover look toward the cave opening and take a step toward it before asking, in a soft, silky voice, “Why don’t you come over here? I’m feeling rather…playful, so why don’t you come over here with those claws of yours?” He hissed at her. “I know, I know…” she said, “No rough stuff until after the baby is born. I just need something rubbing my stomach a little.” She smiled again, her eyes flashing, before adding, “Trust me…after this one is born, you’ll be lucky if you’ll be able to move for a week!”

The End

(Okay, so that was more violent than even I had figured it would be, and less plotless…and don’t go harping of the fact that Vincent is a baby killer since he was not ‘in the know’ as it were. At any rate, I hope you all enjoyed this little diversion. I’ll see you in the next Gamerz Fantasy!)