Hello all my lovely readers. I wished to take this moment to once again thank you all for enjoying, and continuing to read my story as I write it. I know that the last few chapters have been short, that will not be the case with this one, or the following chapter.

As promised, be prepared to see some love action occur between Rage and Hate, Bitter, Envy. It took a while, but I feel that he's reached a point of understanding to need such release. This will sadly not happen this chapter, unless I get a wild hair up my ass, but it will be chapter 30. I was also waiting for the Behemoth to wake up, anyone guess what that means? Mwuahaha.

Joking aside, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Much love and cookies to all.

Forge

Watching Rage enter the keep was a bit of a struggle. He was battered, bruised, and hurt beyond what I believed one of our kind at this age was capable of surviving.

As always, he refused aid; he thought it too large a showing of weakness to accept it, even from me. It truly frustrated me to no end.

I also wished to grill him upon just what the fuck happened at the wall. I knew enough of the details leading to the event, but the actual time during the battle was a gruesome scene, even for most of us Pridelings.

One moment we were fighting for our lives, my brothers and sisters each slowly falling to exhaustion, the Red Guard beginning to fall, there ranks breaking under the weight of sheer numbers; the cats following soon after.

Then, the tide just ended. The few on the wall were dispatched as quickly as possible. I was the only one still standing of the eight by the end of that, and looking down I saw chaos.

All along the wall bodies were exploding, there bones, flesh, organs all flying in every direction. The process even seemed to speed up, spreading from body to body as the blood landed on them all.

I had read of this of course, 'Blood Bomb' was the title of this particular ability; only the strongest of our kind, aside from the Ten, and the Blood Father, could use this though. They only numbered in the dozens.

I knew we could all manipulate our own blood to a degree, the first training in that was absorbing our blood forged weapons into our bodies. None of us had learned beyond that however. It was something taught only upon reaching our fiftieth year of life.

Yet somehow, Rage had done just that. Then the very end, when everything turned. I know I saw something fly forth from his body and strike the one I believed to be Uram, and return to his body. But it was to far out to clearly see.

I rushed with the few still standing to our leaders side. By the time we could reach him however, screams erupted again. I remember forcing those with me to spring through the carnage, what met us was the Blood Father holding Rage up by his hair.

Everyone got onto one knee, fists pressed into the ground; aside from myself. I was conflicted at the time, then I heard him laugh. The Blood Fathers laugh was so cold, detached. It scared me so badly that I did not know what to do.

I heard what he said, watched as Rage hit the ground; how he crawled to the form of Saphiria and forced himself to carry her.

Now I watched the stubborn idiot continue that long trek into the Keep, and no doubt to his chambers.

I sighed, and went about my orders. Relatively simple, asses all damages, true numbers of casualties, and organize the cleanup crews.

He worked me hard, my Pride leader, but I did so happily. My first stop, the medical tents. I had to be sure my River was fine. I knew some had made it that far, and I feared for her. It was an interesting feeling I relished. It gave me a sense of purpose aside from what dwelt inside, just beneath the skin.

I heard the gasps of the dying, the soft roars of our own people as they tried to force limbs to re-attach; above it all however was Envy screaming for this and that, along with each person to go where they needed.

She had become more bossy since Rage had finally accepted her, and the others. I had sighed in relief at the time, we would have had to bury them all if it continued. Now, I almost wished he had not.

She was a frightening force when given clear purpose, and now that she no longer agonized over the others taking Rage from her.

River had explained that if I ever attempted to add more to our bed, she would feed me my own testicales. I had readily agreed, I slept, and she could easily stay awake while my guard was down and do just as she promised. She had terrified me with her smile, it showed now fang at the time. But It had promised death all the same.

When I found her, she was helping a Red Guard hold his arm in place. A sad but true part of our species, if we were strong enough we could re-grow the body parts, but none of us were at that level. Some might manage an eye, but an entire limb would never happen at our current strength. The best we could do was hunt down the limbs, and put them back on.

I eased up to the bed, and held the arm in place of her trembling hands; she was exhausted. To much time using her essence, it would force an evolution in it as it mixed further with her blood, but it was still dangerous.

She thanked me, and then started to look over me for injuries. Luckily by own essence, and metal encased body had received little to none in the way of true damage.

"How many will live River?" I asked after she finished checking me. She tilted her head to the side, her blue hair moving with the motion even while wet with sweat while she contemplated the answer. I always found the action adorable.

"All of our Pride will survive, the Red Guard lost none as well, but to many will be bedridden for weeks, if not months. The same for at least six of the Berserkers."

I winced when I heard this. It was shocking we had lost no one, but with the down time it may as well have been losses.

But, we had given more than we had received. At least fourteen-thousand enemies had perished in the siege. A further few hundred dying in their escape at the Blood Fathers own hands.

I leaned in close to River, and nipped her neck with my fangs lightly before allowing her to return to her work.

Hate, Cruelty, Hydra, Curse, and Anvil were still down for the count as well. Though I think Anvil was moving at least. Not too terribly shocking, he was the second most robust within our original eight.

Going to the wall, were about two hundred of the cats were standing, several pulling wounded and the dead out of the way; I picked eighty at random and told them to begin stripping the dead of all the metal and piling it up. I would need to repair the walls in the following days.

The Red Guard, and few Berserkers still standing I ordered to begin piling bodies after they were stripped of metal. In total a group of around ninety went out the third gate to begin. It would not be finished by the end of the day, it was already nearing midday as it was. But we could clear the wall full at least.

I shook my head, and went off to the next task. Still a lot of work to do still. The fact I was avoiding Envy, who no doubt was foaming at the mouth for word on Rage was simply an added bonus.

Hellen

I woke up to the sounds of groans, and gasps of pain. Blinking my eyes wearily, I realized I was in the greeting hall of the Keep.

All around me were civilians, and nobles to afraid to fight, or unable to due to age/complications. I shook my head a moment, my mind all a jumble and unable to remember much.

It hit me after a moment, the memories. Being kidnapped, my husband being wounded, and seeing Saphiria harmed greatly. It had been traumatic, but what I saw leaving the third gate was something straight out of the worst nightmares imaginable.

Rage, in all the glory his name inspires had slaughtered his way through hundred of enemies. I remember his roaring upon seeing Saphiria in Urams arms.

Uram himself was screaming nonstop to cease and desist, to surrender or he would kill her and myself. I screamed into the hand of the one covering my mouth at the time as he charged forward into the ranks of the enemy.

Uram laughing, then it all changed. People began to blow up, literally blow up, from nothing that could be seen. I saw Uram pale and begin moving back. His forces all moving forward to kill the lone Prideling who just slaughtered everything in his path.

Eventually, the sight had grown to much and I has passed out. What happened afterwards I did not know. But obviously something good. I was in the Keep, and everyone was alive; that I could tell at least.

Then it struck me, Fredrick! Was he alive? I rushed to stand, and felt light headed as I did. The feeling caused me to fall forward before a memeber of those 'Red Guard' caught me and held me straight. I tried to get away from him, these people were monsters. What I remember seeing in that hell showed that clearly to me.

I saw the Red Guard shrug, and allow me to stand, unsteadily, and I began calling for my husband. The same guard looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and pointed to the chair that sat at the end where Fredrick normally took his place.

I saw him, he was holding his side and a healer was by him applying a poultice to him; his wound was bleeding greatly. I rushed over to him, really I wobbled, and knelt by him concerned. He was so pale, his ears drooped and his tail was limp around his waist.

"My love, are you okay? What happened?" he smiled wanly at me, gasping as the poultice was fully applied, and grabbed my hand; squeezing it before letting it go.

"I'm okay, dear one. Envy, and the other one, River I believe saved my life. It's why I just need this now. For what happened? I don't know. I just remember being stabbed and you along with the child being taken." He coughed and a small amount of blood came out which he wiped away slowly.

"I do know we won, and that you and Saphiria were saved by Rage. For more, we would have to ask him. But he won't let anyone near him, last I saw. He was very hurt; he also took the child to his chambers with him" I frowned at that, but forgot about my hatred for now, and just held onto his hand, thankful and happy he was alive.

More so after what I had learned before the battle broke out. I was pregnant, and did not wish him to know during the battle. It would have distracted him to much. I knew this, and now would not due to say either.

The stress, and fear could have caused me to lose the child as well in the process. We had tried a long time, without success, and I sincerely hoped I had not lost our child. Time would tell.

I brought Fredricks hand to my lips and kissed his hand before resting my cheek against his palm. "I don't care right now, my love, I am just happy you are alive. I feared the worst."

I watched him lean down and kiss me lightly, smiling through the pain he obviously felt. "I feared I'd lost you to Hellen."

Saphiria

A dream, a beautiful dream where I was surrounded by a growing light and I could hear mommy and daddy calling my name. It was distant, and hard to understand.

"Saph...no....et" I frowned, I knew it was them. I still remembered their voices even after the time I spent as a slave, until Master found me.

"Mommy! Daddy!" I screamed and tried to run to them. I felt light, but something was holding me back. It felt so strange, Like something had a hold of me. I looked down at my feet, it's where I felt a sudden pressure.

What I saw made me scream, it was a snake; it had horns on it's head and was pulling me back toward the darkness before. I saw it's tongue flick out and a voice entered my mind.

"Stop fighting me you little brat, Master does not wish for you to die" Master? What was Master again? I screamed more and tried to reach toward the light, I struggled but was slowly being pulled back to where I was before. I didn't want to go back, it was warm here; there was only cold, and fear in the other place.

"Be...saf....Bab..." I heard mommy and daddy calling me. I screamed for them to help, but they only waved. Vague figures before it was gone.

What I remember next, was the snake being thrown from around my leg by something else, something massive that had a growling voice and made me feel like something primal, and predatory was staring at me. "Be gone child, before it kills you. The whelp will live."

Then it was gone, and I knew darkness once more.

The next coherent thing I knew, was I was on a soft bed, and confused. My memories were fuzzy, I knew I had been hurt; however I felt no pain now.

I opened my eyes, and saw by the lack of light it was dark, along with my Master curled around me. He had an arm thrown over me, and had pressed me against his chest. It was warm.

I didn't want it to go away, so I shut my eyes and snuggled into the warmth he created; ignoring the soft call of my name and pretending to still be asleep, before falling asleep once more in truth. Feeling safe, even as some tears slipped down my cheek making me feel I had forgotten something both pleasant, and painful.

Rage

I had woken earlier to the soft cries of Saphiria as she slept, a nightmare? It didn't matter; I placed my arm over her and felt when she woke. A small little jump as she startled awake.

She was alive, was my only real thought. I was glad for that. I felt her snuggle in closer to me "Saphiria.." I whispered gently, not really knowing why I kept quiet.

But she ignored me, and soon I felt the soft. gentle. breathing of one asleep. I stroked her hair gently as she slept; it felt comforting to me.

I attributed it toward her being a pet, but I had begun to wonder at that as the days had gone by recently. But those were more complex emotions than I truly wished to deal with; therefore I never analyzed them to far. It just gave me headaches.

It was night of course, I'd slept the day away; though judging from by the new little ability to see another's warmth if I focused, I had a guard stationed outside my door.

The warmth, or heat signature was a lot brighter than any of the beast men, so I assumed it was a Prideling. Why I could see it through the wall, I did not know. But it did seem somewhat diluted like this.

'Behemoth?' I whispered into my mind, attempting to contact the creature. I was met with silence though, but knew he was there. I could see a small image of him when I shut my eyes. He must be hibernating while absorbing the blood he ate earlier.

It seemed I could not readily access the information I had while enraged either, because he was asleep? Maybe.... Not wishing to get up, and leave Saphiria alone, I just shrugged it off and went to sleep once more.

Rage

The next time I woke up, it was to the soft growling of three very familiar females. A soft whimper, followed by a burrow into my chest followed the growling.

I growled lightly, the action causing my chest to rumble and Saphira to burrow further against me, which only set the other three off. Oh god fucking damnit!.

I stroked Saphria's head gently, and turned my head slightly to regard the three in question. Hate, Envy, and Bitter; each one looked pissed, and ready to lose it.

"What do you want?" I asked as calmly as I could, the only upside was there was light in the room through the window above the bed. I was pissed, I did not like being woken by growls.

They all spoke at once. "You!" was what Hate said, Envy followed with "Why does she get to have you alone!' Bitter, the one I wanted most for some reason just said "Unfair" and pouted. What in the bloody world was this? Females confused me far too much.

I sighed, and sat up. Saphiria curled into a little ball and hid behind me.

"Enough with your growling, Saphiria?" I heard a soft whimper followed by a yes Master. I had her leave, and told the guard outside my door; it was Heat, I growled at that, to take care of her for a few hours.

When they left, I watched a moment as Saphiria walked away looking dejected before turning toward the girls who had taken a seat on the bed, and for some odd reason had begun to strip.

I asked them why, and they just looked at me with different views. Each spoke mildly of calling me an idiot.

I growled at that, so they wanted mating. I stripped from my pants easily enough. What greeting my eyes when I bothered to look again were all three of them; in all there curvaceous tone glory, looking at me.

I felt my member growing hard at the sight, instinct taking over as the need to mate rose like fire through my veins.

When I reach the bed, the first one I grabbed onto was Hate. She was lithe, and had a supple body. Her bust was smaller than the other two, though she had long legs, and a lovely ass.

I grabbed her, and flipping her over placed my fangs at the back of her neck before sliding myself deep inside of her, blood came from between her legs, the aroma filling the small room as I took her virginity. The other two had crawled closer, Growling at each other as they moved to either side and rubbed the length of their bodies along my side, Envy sliding her fingers along the line of Hates back and over the rise of her ass before gripping the base of my shaft; I had not been able to put my entire length inside her shallow opening.

From there her hand moved toward my balls, while Bitter had lifted Hate slightly and positioned herself underneath her with her head beneath where I was connected to Hate who was beginning to moan, and thrust back against me.

It became more pronounced when Bitter began to lap at the juices flowing from her opening, using her tongue to stimulate the bundle of nerves known as a cliteros.

This continued for roughly an hour, before I released my seed into Hate herself. The culmination of so long without bothering to release causing it to overflow, and fall onto Bitters tongue as I pulled out, almost immediately moving to Envy who had begun to whine; biting her lip cutely.

She was by far the most ridiculously proportioned of the three, massive breasts; easily the size of my head, a trim waist, a bubble like ass that bounced as she walked, and legs that flowed seamlessly into it.

I took her from the front, biting at her throat and collarbone; leaving more marks as I had with hate while I mated with her. I took her virginity as well, the scent of blood and pheromones covering the room and driving me further into a frenzy.

When I had finished with her, I looked over to see Bitter had gotten out of the panting Hate; some of my sperm still covering her chest as she licked her lips.

Her I grabbed off the bed, holding her by her firm, toned, thighs in the air, and let her fall onto my throbbing member slowly. Penetrating her entrance to the very base of my member; gravity playing a larger part while I bounced her up and down my length. Her moans, and my groans filling the room as with the others, along with the scent of blood.

She raked her claws down my back, creating furrows that had blood trail down toward my own ass. The scent of it all drove me further into a frenzy.

When I finally released myself inside of her, she screamed out herself, leaning her head against my shoulder. She shuddered once more as I pulled out and placed her on the bed.

For the following hours I took my time mating with each of them, over and over, releasing my sperm deep inside them a total of three more times.

When we had Finished, they all lay exhausted in my bed; Bitter having finally begged for no more. I had growled at that, and teased her a bit longer before allowing them to rest.

It had proven useful, I'd found a way to shut them all up regarding each other, there jealousy, and Saphiria.

Putting clothes back on, I left the room. Oddly, the hallways was clear of all signs of life. I could but wonder at that as I headed toward the meeting hall.

So far today had been a good day. I'd finally shut those three up, found something enjoyable in doing so; as well as knowing Saphiria was alive.

I looked forward toward the rest of it, as I entered the meeting hall, and was met with a random cheering. Odd, it had made me feel good...

Heya folks! I lied, there is your sex scene. Sadly I truly am not the best at writing those. However, you have been given your treat! haha. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, nothing really happens in truth beyond some story advancement, and me testing some new advice out, but it is leading somewhere.

I plan to make it special, it will have a POV of multiple people that allows it to progress into volume two, which will be released a week from chapter thirty. I know, I know, it's a long wait. But I want the story board for volume 2 done before I just start popping chapters out. I will also have a poll going before hand. You'll enjoy it, I think.

But moving on, much love and cookies to you all, and as always, please; Comment, Follow, Favorite, and Rate.