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Chapter 257: Rough Claim (1) · Oct 25, 2026

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251 Chapter 251: Revisit 2026-10-25
252 Chapter 252: Outer Packs 2026-10-25
253 Chapter 253: Menace 2026-10-25
254 Chapter 254: Unforeseen Attack 2026-10-25
255 Chapter 255: New Variant 2026-10-25
256 Chapter 256: Back in the Dark 2026-10-25
257 Chapter 257: Rough Claim (1) 2026-10-25
258 Chapter 258: Rough Claim (2) 2026-10-25
259 Chapter 259: No Control (1) 2026-10-25
260 Chapter 260: No Control (2) 2026-10-25
261 Chapter 261: Invitation (1) 2026-10-25
262 Chapter 262: Invitation (2) 2026-10-25
263 Chapter 263: Invitation (3) 2026-10-25
264 Chapter 264: Breeding Threat 2026-10-25
265 Chapter 265: Beast Capital (1) 2026-10-25
266 Chapter 266: Beast Capital (2) 2026-10-25
267 Chapter 267: Meeting the Beast Emperor (1) 2026-10-25
268 Chapter 268: Meeting the Beast Emperor (2) 2026-10-25
269 Chapter 269: Barbarian Vs Beast Emperor (1) 2026-10-25
270 Chapter 270: Barbarian Vs Beast Emperor (2) 2026-10-25
271 Chapter 271: Blood, Body & Her Mouth (1) 2026-10-25
272 Chapter 272: Blood, Body & Her Mouth (2) 2026-10-25
273 Chapter 273: Blood, Body & Her Mouth (3) 2026-10-25
274 Chapter 274: Echoes Of Harem 2026-10-25
275 Chapter 275: Trials Of Death 2026-10-25
276 Chapter 276: Quickie 2026-10-25
277 Chapter 277: First Trial (1) 2026-10-25
278 Chapter 278: First Trial (2) 2026-10-25
279 Chapter 279: Recalculation 2026-10-25
280 Chapter 280: Bath In Blood 2026-10-25
281 Chapter 281: Recovery Claim (1) 2026-10-25
282 Chapter 282: Recovery Claim (2) 2026-10-25
283 Chapter 283: Recovery Claim (3) 2026-10-25
284 Chapter 284: Packs Speak 2026-10-25
285 Chapter 285: Third Trial 2026-10-25
286 Chapter 286: Among the Gods 2026-10-25
287 Chapter 287: Chosen One 2026-10-25
288 Chapter 288: Two Mouths, One Bearer (1) 2026-10-25
289 Chapter 289: Two Mouths, One Bearer (2) 2026-10-25
290 Chapter 290: Two Mouths, One Bearer (3) 2026-10-25
291 Chapter 291: Council Of Beasts 2026-10-25
292 Chapter 292: Fallout 2026-10-25
293 Chapter 293: Real Work 2026-10-25
294 Chapter 294: A Deal is a Deal 2026-10-25
295 Chapter 295: On My Terms 2026-10-25
296 Chapter 296: Experiments 2026-10-25
297 Chapter 297: Demon Essence 2026-10-25
298 Chapter 298: Hardcore Training 2026-10-25
299 Chapter 299: Cold Calculation 2026-10-25
300 Chapter 300: Last Quiet Night 2026-10-25

Shenron patted Kane once on the shoulder, hard enough to be felt, not hard enough to be a challenge, and headed for the main house.

The remaining warriors dispersed.

Kessa led the way to the guest house without waiting for further permission.

Griselda followed. Kane brought up the rear, Mjoldr still heavy across his back.

The guest-house door closed behind them with a solid thud.

For a moment the three of them stood in the dim space, the smell of tar, sweat, and adrenaline thick in the air.

Kane set Mjoldr down against the wall and rolled his shoulders.

The shallow cuts across his arms and chest stung as the last of the fight tension tried to drain away and found nowhere to go.

Kessa turned to face him.

Her ears were still half-flat, pupils wide in the low light.

The same fierce pride she had shown on the walk back was still there, sharper now that they were behind a locked door.

”You held back less tonight than I’ve ever seen,” she said.

”Even when you fought my brother. Even when you put that market warrior down. Tonight you let the Rage run.”

”It was that or let the thing walk away and come back bigger.”

”I know.”

She stepped in close, close enough that the dried tar on her wrap scraped against his chest.

”I’m not complaining. I’m telling you it landed. Watching you drive that axe through its head while it was still trying to put us all down... it did things to me I don’t feel like ignoring.”

Griselda moved to her usual corner without a word.

She sat on the edge of the cot, wings folding tight, yellow eyes watching them both.

The quiet around her was heavier than usual, processing the fight, the new variant, and the raw output Kane had shown when the Rage fully took him.

Kane looked down at Kessa.

The adrenaline from the clearing had not fully left either of them.

It sat under the skin, restless, looking for an outlet now that the immediate threat was a cooling corpse hours behind them.

Kessa’s voice dropped.

”I’m still carrying the fight. You’re still carrying the fight. Griselda can watch or not. I don’t care. I need you to put the rest of it somewhere before morning.”

She reached up, fisted a hand in the front of his stained shirt, and pulled him down into a hard, open-mouthed kiss that tasted of tar and iron and the leftover heat of the Rage.

Kane answered it without hesitation.

His hands locked on her waist hard enough to bruise, and the last of the night’s violence found a new direction inside the small wooden room while the compound outside settled into uneasy quiet.

Kessa straddled him at once, knees bracketing his hips, and ground down against the thick ridge already straining his trousers.

”Off,” she ordered, voice rough.

”Everything. Now.”

Kane sat up just enough to drag the ruined shirt over his head.

Kessa tore at the laces of his trousers with both hands, freed him, and wrapped her fingers around the hard length of his cock with open greed.

She stroked him once, twice, thumb spreading the bead of wetness at the tip, then lifted her hips, shoved her own wrap aside, and sank in one continuous drop until he was buried to the hilt.

”Ahh—fuck—”

The sound tore out of her throat, raw and unrestrained.

Kane’s hands clamped on her hips hard enough to leave fresh marks over the ones already there.

Kessa braced her palms on his chest and started riding him with short, brutal strokes, chasing the friction she needed after the long walk and the fight that still sat under both their skins.

Plap. Plap. Slick. Plap.

The wet impact of her cunt taking him filled the small room. Her heavy breasts bounced with every downward slam.

Kane sat up, caught one dark nipple in his mouth, and sucked hard, teeth scraping.

Kessa’s back arched.

”Yes—bite it—harder—”

He did. He sucked one nipple until it was swollen and wet, then switched to the other while she fucked herself down onto him with increasing force.

Her striped tail lashed behind her, then curled tight around his thigh. Claws pricked his shoulders as she held on.

From the corner, Griselda watched in silence. Her yellow eyes were dark, fixed on the place where Kane’s cock disappeared into Kessa over and over.

Her wings had shifted open a fraction.

She made no sound, but her breathing had deepened, and her thighs pressed tightly together.

Kane noticed.

He didn’t stop.

He thrust up hard to meet every drop of Kessa’s hips, forcing himself deeper.

”You’re dripping,” he growled against her breast.

”Fight got you this wet?”

”You got me this wet,” Kessa shot back, voice breaking on the words.

”Watching you put that axe through its spine while it was still trying to kill us—ahh—do it harder—”

He flipped them without warning.

Kessa landed on her back.

Kane hooked her knees high over his elbows and drove into her with long, punishing strokes that made the bed frame slam against the wall.

The wet slap of skin on skin turned filthy and fast.

Kessa’s claws raked down his back, leaving stinging lines that mixed with the dried tar still streaking his skin.

”Fuck—Kane—right there—”

He reached between them and rubbed her clit in tight, rough circles while he pounded into her.

Kessa came first with a raw, broken cry, cunt clamping down in hard rhythmic waves.

Kane fucked her straight through it without slowing, chasing the next one before the first had fully faded.

”Again,” he ordered. ”Give me another.”

Kessa’s eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide.

She locked her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

”Then earn it—”

He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to keep working her clit while his cock slammed into her without mercy.

The second orgasm hit her harder than the first, silent at first, mouth open, then a long shaking moan that left her voice wrecked.

Her cunt milking him so tightly it almost hurt.

Kane pulled out before he followed her over.

Kessa made a sound of pure protest, reaching for him.

He flipped her onto her hands and knees instead, dragged her hips up, and rubbed the slick head of his cock against the tighter entrance between her cheeks.

Kessa looked back over her shoulder, breathing hard, stripes vivid against flushed skin.

”Do it,” she said.

”I want it. I’ve been thinking about it since the clearing.”

She reached back with one hand, spread herself open for him, and pushed her hips back in clear demand.

Kane pressed forward.

The tight ring of muscle resisted for a moment, then gave.

He sank into her ass inch by inch while Kessa forced herself back onto him, taking every bit of the burn and stretch with open, hungry sounds.

”Ahh—fuck—yes—all of it—”

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