The sky is red, I don't understand
Past midnight I still see the land
People are sayin' the woman is damned
She makes you burn with a wave of her hand
Warning ca, no one cared
Earth was shakin, we stood and stared
When it ca no one was spared
Still I hear "Burn!"
********
My day was perfectly normal.
"I want to fight."
"Sip," I said before actually taking a sip of my tea. "Ok."
I was biting the inside of my cheek.
Perfectly.
Normal.
Scathach turned away from
to go outside, but I stopped her.
She hadn't gotten the hint I wanted to finish my tea.
Or that I was holding back.
"Did you just get back from your last day with the Titans?" I asked, taking another sip.
"I did." She nodded.
"How are they doing?" I asked, killing ti a bit so I could finish my cup.
"As well as can be expected," the Celt explained, leaning against the doorway as she waited for . "Starfire is sticking to Nightwing's side as much as possible while he trains to get back in shape." Sip. "X-23 is barely affected, but rcury is still shaken and walking on eggshells around her." Sip. "Winman took a few days off to et with his ntor again." Sip. "Beast Boy is repressing everything with humour." Sip.
"Uhuh," I nodded to show I was still listening as I finished the last of my tea. Then I asked the question that had been burning my tongue since she walked in and challenged
to a fight. "Have you changed since you got ho?"
"No," she tilted her head in question. "Why?"
"No reason," I fought to keep my voice toneless, barely keeping from roaring with laughter. "So you just... showed up today? Wearing that? With no explanation?"
"Do I need an explanation?" Scathach asked, looking down at her outfit and then looking up and eting my eyes.
She saw nothing wrong, but her eyes were twinkling mischievously.
Scathach could be very playful if she was in a good mood.
I bit my lip. Hard.
I was so close to losing my shit.
"No." I squeaked. "It's just... a bit different than what you usually wear, is all."
"I understand," the Celtic queen nodded imperiously. The movent made her fake ears bob. My fists clenched hard enough to split my palms. "Don't let your guard down just because I look like a lovable bunny. Know that this bunny has fangs."
I lost it.
"Hahahahaha," I cackled madly. "Oh god. Hahahaha. I can just imagine it. Hehehehehe. The look on their faces. Hahahaha." My laughter was near hysteric as I pounded my fists on the counter. "Haha, Nightwing is, hehe, going to, hehe, tell, hahahaha, Batman!. Ohahaha." Tears beaded my eyes as I fought down gasping breaths. I kept laughing. "He's. Hehehehe. He's going. Ha, oh god, hahahaha. He's going to watch the footage."
I fell from my stool I was laughing so hard.
If it was the last thing I ever did, I would get a copy of that footage.
Then I would play it in his face every chance I got.
Or maybe post that training online. It would drive the paranoid theorists and trolls absolutely wild.
'What did this an!? Was this an Elden Lord plot!?'
Oh god, I was dying.
I laughed for minutes straight at the images my mind conjured.
I could just imagine a 'counter-bunny PRT task force.'
At one point, lina walked into the kitchen, took one look at Bunny-Scathach, one look at
rolling on the floor in laughter, and walked out again.
"Thank you, dear, hehe," I giggled, getting myself under control as I stood on unsteady feat. "Ha. I really needed that."
"I fail to see what is so amusing, but you are welco," Scathach said, an almost imperceptible smile on her face.
"I have to ask. Why are you wearing that? Don't get
wrong, it looks good on you. Really good. It's just a bit odd."
I wasn't giving empty complints. Scathach looked absolutely stunning.
It was the classic 'bunny girl' outfit.
A purple strapless bodysuit that hid nothing of her generous cleavage paired with dark nylons that emphasized her long shapely legs. On her wrists were white detached cuff links and a pair of long purple rabbit ears atop her head. To top it off, she had a large cotton ball tail drawing attention to an ass that could start wars.
The Queen of the Land of Shadows, the woman who had taken on the armies of hell single-handedly only three days ago, looked like the ultimate wet dream made real.
Which just made it funnier to .
"This bunny girl outfit? I've always been interested in them since Artoria wore one. I had dea make one for ," Scathach explained, looking over herself.
"Fair enough," I shrugged. I wasn't going to complain.
"It is easy to move around in," she continued. For emphasis, she raised one leg completely vertically in the air in a display of balance and flexibility.
"I'm sure it is," I said, watching her movents hungrily.
"dea told
I should wear this to fulfill my promise to break your hips. Co on, let's go."
Without giving
any more ti, Scathach turned and left the building. My eyes tracked that small fluffy tail as it swayed hypnotically in my vision.
"You an in a fight, right?" I asked with a grin as I followed her. I hadn't heard anything about this promise, but I was a kind man. I wouldn't want her to break her word.
"That too."
Oh boy, was I in for it.
My grin was feral as we exited the Mansion and passed the orchard to a broad field where most of the Family's training and sparing was done.
Along the way, we passed the four dragons napping as the sun set, dea (cat?) resting atop Cassandra's head and splayed out. Using his ability to remain airborne after his rise in Tier, Torrent stole fruit from the top of the trees.
I was surprised when we passed the training field and into the forest.
"Do you have sowhere specific in mind?" I asked.
"I do."
That was the only answer I received, so I focused on following that fluffy white tail as it entered the forest. After the first minute, I started to hum under my breath.
"We are young, heartache to heartache. We stand," I sang, and Scathach looked over her shoulder at
before continuing deeper while picking up speed. I followed her easily. "No promises, no demands. Love is a battlefield."
We ran through the Island, faster and faster, the trees blurring past us as I gained more and more speed.
Scathach was always in front of , no matter how fast I moved. Always the exact distance away from .
Even now, before any fighting had begun, she was challenging .
We broke not a branch, disturbed not a leaf, and left no print in the ground.
Our skill was such that the only mark of our passage was the wind passing through the trees.
The only sound was my singing, my voice even and unruffled as I chased her.
I finished Pat Benatar's 'Love is a Battlefield' and was halfway through Bonnie Tyler's 'I Need a Hero' when we reached the destination.
It wasn't anywhere special, just the foothills of the mountain range that cut off the southern tip of the Island, where we lived, from the rest of the enormous subcontinent. Once we crossed the first peak, we'd leave the bounded field I had set up to protect the Mansion from the more... esoteric animals.
We weren't going that far, though.
No sooner had we burst from the dense woods into an open area did Scathach whirl on .
"Up where the mountains et the heavens above, out where the lightning split- Oof."
The kick took
in the side, sending
flying end over end.
I crashed through three trees and ca to an abrupt halt as my body slamd into a stony cliff side, cratering it.
"Ow." I deadpanned at the woman from my place upside down in the stone cliff. "That was rude. You gotta let a man finish. You'll scare him off if you're too rough from the start."
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"This bunny kicks hard," she smirked at
instead of explaining further.
"No shit," I snarked as I righted myself, stood back up, and stretched.
I was dirty but completely uninjured.
I didn't have any sort of healing factor like in the comics.
I just had Miracles and infinite power to fuel them.
Baring Artoria with Avalon, I was hands down the toughest of the Family.
"Good, good," she nodded at my posture change as I readied myself for the fight of my life.
Or my hips.
I'd see how it goes.
"See how this bunny gets serious," Scathach cried as she lunged at . "Hop."
"That is violently adorable," I deadpanned once more as she lunged at
with her 'war cry.'
As cute as she was, the Celt's fist moved with enough speed that it could have taken off my head if I didn't dodge out of the way.
I tilted my head as I spun, the dislocated air from her fist blowing my hair back. I grabbed her outstretched arm in the sa fluid motion and flung her over my shoulder to the ground.
"Toh," she grunted as her back hit the earth. Hard.
"The bunny may kick hard," I said, leaning over her prone form. "But it's wabbit season. Hehehehe." I did my best Elr Fud as I allowed her to rise to her feet.
"Hehe... I'm going to enjoy this." Scathach's smile was euphoric as she stared at , but her eyes were searching. Hungry. Violent.
"Hop to it then," I smirked, my gaze just as hungry.
I was a coward. There were no two ways about it. I liked to set things up to my advantage as much as possible.
But, as a product of my centuries of fighting and conflict, I had learned to love a good fight. Maybe not to the sa degree as Scathach, but I still found joy in the bloodshed and the violence.
The careful positioning of Ornstein and Smough.
The long monts of inactivity are followed by the clash of blades with Sir Alonne.
The sheer breadth of skills Gael had accumulated for millennium.
The mind-numbing exhaustion of days besieging Radahn.
With no books, only rare conversations, and no other form of entertainnt, my mind had adapted.
The clash of blades, spells, fists, and wits was my only stimulation for centuries.
I found joy in it.
One just needed to ask Ranni or lina how I acted in the Lands Between. Knowing I would return from any death, I had gotten a bit... wild.
"Hop," Scathach said, hopping forward to blast
with a flurry of punches and kicks.
More than that.
I.
Got.
Good.
No longer caught by surprise, I stood with my feet firmly planted as I blocked, parried, deflected, or weaved.
Scathach was faster than
and physically stronger as well.
Servants were bullshit like that.
But every blow she landed was healed in an eye blink.
So long as I was not defeated decisively in one blow, I would never lose.
It was a sha that comic worlds were full of people who could do that.
Ironically, I was Hoarah Loux in this situation. Scathach played the role of my past self, hopping, kicking, punching, and trying to wear
down while I turtled up and waited for an opening.
"Co on, co on!" Scathach cried, her voice brimming with wild joy as she leaped over my head to try and kick my back. I couldn't dodge, so I hardened my flesh with pyromancy. My feet remained planted thanks to Beast Claws piercing the floor.
Her foot t my spine with the strength to shatter mountains.
I stood unmoving.
But this blow triggered my trap, and the incantation activated.
A blast of golden light burst from
in a torrent.
"Wah!" Scathach yelped as the Law of Causality blasted her away and into the cliffside.
Yoruichi was faster than .
Raven was now just as powerful as I.
Scathach was more skilled.
Artoria was tougher.
Ranni was a genuine Goddess with Authority to match her status.
Diana was all around a monster.
Thinking I could defeat any of them while wearing my at suit was a folly of the highest order.
Even now, Scathach only moved at a fraction of her top speed.
In a strait on fight with most of my Family, I would lose. Badly.
In a battle to the death?
I was undefeatable.
Because I cheated.
I chased after my wife as she flew through the air. I was there to give her what she wanted when she crashed.
I kissed her. Roughly. Passionately.
Then I dodged a blood-red spear ready to pierce my throat.
Another spear fell from the sky to impale the spot I had just vacated.
Then another.
And another.
Dozens of spears rained down on , every one of them aiming to take my life.
I dodged, wove, and flipped away from the prone Celt as she rose to her feet, twin spears in her hands.
"I've played around too much," Scathach smirked, knees bending. "It is ti I fulfilled my promise." Her eyes were alight with lust and battle lust.
"Any chance I can convince you to let
grab a mattress?" I asked as I conjured the Dancer's Twinblades to my hand. I didn't bother with armour. Against Scathach, it would only slow
down. "I'm worried about chafing."
"No. Show this bunny your strength!" Midspeach, she lunged. Twice as fast as before, I barely had ti to deflect the spears as they lanced for my chest. They whirled, spinning blades of death, thirsty for my blood.
The following few seconds were a blur as our weapons clashed hundreds of tis. Her weapons were everywhere, searching and probing the slightest opening. She fought in a zig-zag of starts and stops, abrupt shifts in montum ant to disrupt and disorient lesser opponents.
Every twelve blows of hers were t with one of mine.
I had chosen my weapons just for this.
The fluid, curved nature of the two swords fitted this type of defensive battle perfectly. Like a stream flowing down a mountain, my blades moved in a steady but intractable rhythm as they deflected every one of her thrusts.
In five seconds of clashing, I had received hundreds of tiny wounds along my arms and legs but no real damage to my torso or head. Every wound closed as soon as it opened.
And I was gaining speed.
My 'one move,' my dance of blades, the constant and uninterrupted flow of my swords, was gaining more and more montum.
I was pulling her in, sacrificing pointless wounds for decisive advantage.
The Queen of the Land of Shadows knew it too.
So she changed the dynamic.
"Bunny Strike!" She cried, jumping backwards and forwards again, gaining montum as she descended on
from above.
Man, she was having way too much fun with this.
My blades t her spears again, deflecting them to the sides as they continued their dance.
That was my mistake.
Scathach released her spears, the loss of opposing force enough to stagger
for less than an instant.
It was enough.
She landed at my feet and thrust upward with two new spears.
The barbed weapons pierced my unprotected stomach, bursting out of my back in a shower of blood.
The strength of her blow lifted
from my feet and slamd
into the ground, spears pinning
in place.
Well used to pain as I was, I barely felt their presence as more than an inconvenience to my movent.
In a move that would have made any stripper jealous, she twirled on her spear and landed groin first on my face.
Her leotard was soaking.
"This is what happens when you attack a cute, innocent bunny," Scathach declared as she reached down and pulled her bodysuit to the side, exposing her weeping slit. Her nylons were still in the way, but my teeth tore through them quickly. "I shall introduce you to the friendship of the thighs."
I mumbled sothing along the lines of it being the guy's job to do the impaling, but she ground her naked cunt along my face, and I got to work.
Digging in, I licked, sucked, probed and consud the incredible snatch.
My hands were not idle, caressing along her incredible, nylon-clad legs before coming to rest at the stupendous ass above my head.
"Rubbing a bunny's foot is good luck. Hop," Scathach said, bouncing her ass for , though making my tongue work more difficult. "Luck is important, you know? Hop hop."
On her last 'hop,' my hand smacked her ass, stopping her bouncing and allowing
to work in peace.
You don't interrupt Beethoven when he is composing!
"Ah," Scacthach gasped as I lightly grazed her clit with my teeth. "Mmm, hop... no, never mind." She made to bounce once more, but my hand crashed into her jiggling cheeks.
As she shivered and shuddered under the work of my tongue, she took the ti to lean forward.
Not to pull the spears from my gut but to tear my shirt from my body.
What did my wives have against my awful shirts?
I kept making her hum and groan as she reached down further and annihilated my shorts and underwear, leaving
nude.
I'd have made a joke about my 'spear,' but my mouth was otherwise occupied.
I didn't mind performing cunnilingus. In fact, I even enjoyed it, but being trapped and submissive was a turnoff.
It was ti to switch things up.
Like all my greatest victories, success would co from the elent of surprise.
"Mmmmmnnnnn," Scathach groaned as my tongue extended to her G-spot as I released the tiniest bit of control of my human form to extend the appendage.
That was the distraction.
My actual attack was my hand, wiggling under her bodysuit and tearing another hole in the nylons.
"Ahhh," Scathach ca with a cry as my thumb breached her defenceless ass.
The vice-like grip her thighs held on my head loosened.
One hand tore the spears out of my gut in a spray of blood, but the wounds healed instantly.
The other wrapped around the queen, holding her in place as I rose.
"Grrrh." I slamd the dazed Celt against a tree, pinning her for long enough for
to wrap my arms under her thighs, behind her shoulders, and eting to clasp behind her head.
In less than a second, I went from pinned to the ground to trapping Scathach in a full nelson.
"Bunnys don't talk," I growled in her ear as I lined myself up. "They breed!"
I impaled her.
"Grk!" She grunted as my cock speared her.
"Hop," I said sarcastically, bouncing her on my dick. "Hop. Hop." I slamd my hips forward with every hop, carving deeper into her core.
This position was suboptimal for depth, speed, or positioning and was almost impossible to do with only human limits without injuring one party or the other.
It was perfect for controlling an uppity bunny.
I gritted my teeth as I carried her forward, every movent accompanied by another bounce. Concentrating on the rhythm was difficult enough when I was just fucking her, but the Celt was easily the most experienced woman in my Family when it ca to sexual matters. Even if her body was locked in place, her velvet walls' undulation, contractions, and grip were working overti to milk an orgasm out of .
All while she fought to free herself.
I could contend with her B-rank strength, one thousand tis the peak of humanity, thanks to my magic and the leverage I held over her.
Focusing on holding her down, along with everything else, was exhausting.
To distract her, I slamd my wife into a nearby tree head first.
"Ugh!" Scathach grunted, her breasts finally bouncing free from her leotard after a violent thrust pushed her along the tree's rough bark. "You fool! My outfit!"
"Don't worry about it," I barked, teeth gritted as her muscles flexed and fought for freedom. "dea doesn't do shotty work."
"Hah, hah," she panted. Pressing her against the tree allowed
to speed up, her cotton tail tickling my waist as I pounded her. "Urk." Whenever I thought she was getting too comfortable, I slamd her into the tree again.
Scathach loved this.
The fight.
The violence.
The display of power and strength.
The pain did nothing to her but egg her on, fighting for purchase and position.
She wasn't masochistic or sadistic.
She just loved the battle.
"AHHHHHH!" CRACK!
Scathach scread her second orgasm as I slamd her hard enough against the tree to shatter its trunk.
"RAAGH!" The tree fell away as I road my release, slamming into her, unloading shot after shot of boiling cum deep in the bunny's hungry cunt.
I should have been more careful. I had trapped the lancer's arms and legs but not her hands.
Scathach was no blushing virgin, no submissive woman, and not one to lose easily.
Even as I rode my orgasm and she was still in the throes of hers, the Queen of the Land of Shadows was launching her next offensive.
"Watch this bunny's runes!" Scathach declared, her insides still quivering from her orgasm as she carved a glowing rune in the air.
The wood of the fallen tree sprung to life, winding like snakes to bind my feet and crawl up my body.
Shuddering and still cumming, I could not stop the wood from yanking
to the ground, winding around my arms to free the Celt from my hold.
Scathach rode
to the ground, my dick never leaving the warm, wet embrace of her cunt.
It was seamless and effortless.
This woman had taught Cu Chullain runes well enough that he could qualify as a Caster class servant.
"The bunny knows all," she smirked down at
challengingly. "You have a long way to co before you're worthy to defeat this bunny... Hooop." She bounced, slow and sensually, along my still-sensitive dick. Her freed breasts wobbled in ti with the fake ears on her head.
It was a sight to set one's lust afla.
My mind went cold.
While I wasn't the least bit submissive, I didn't need to be completely dominant in bed. Mutual pleasure or a back-and-forth was fine for
as well.
Getting smothered by thick thighs while giving oral sounded like a great ti in bed.
Cowgirl riding ? Yes, please.
But being tied up? Bound? Trapped?
I fought down nausea.
This was the difference between Diana and .
The sight before
was one of the hottest things I could imagine. A bunny girl Scathach was hopping on my dick like a pogo stick. Her every bounce getting harder and faster.
Soon she really would break my hips.
It was only Sticky Fingers that prevented
from softening inside of her core.
Blood-red eyes stared down at .
"Hop."
Knowingly.
"Hop."
Challengingly.
"Hop."
The bunny knows all.
"Hooooop..."
In a surge, I Freed myself from my cage of wood, sitting upward and slamming my head against hers in a brutal headbutt.
"I told you," I growled, one hand grabbing her long hair and yanking her head back.
"Ah!" She gasped as I mauled her left breast roughly, teeth biting down on her engorged nipple.
I had been going easy on her.
She didn't want that.
Fine.
Ti to break her.
In my at suit, I would lose 10 out of 10 tis against Scathach in a battle.
I trailed my tongue along her breasts, lighting up every inch of skin I touched with pleasure and pain. Her nerves were on fire as my tongue and dick branded themselves deep into her mind.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Scathach scread her third orgasm of the day.
And scread.
And scread.
After three minutes of stimulation, I withdrew my tongue from her skin but kept myself sheathed in her spasming and twitching cunt.
"I told you," I repeated as blood-red eyes stared up at
vacantly.
Drool dribbled out the corner of her mouth.
Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she desperately gasped for breath.
"Bunnys don't talk. They breed!"
Her eyes refocused, alight with joy and challenge.
Her mouth curved into a taunting smirk.
"Then breed this bunny."
Scathact scread again.
Even if I might lose to her in battle.
In bed, I was undefeatable.
I might never be able to give Scathach the death she wanted, but I could kill her in other ways.
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