Kerith's eyes glazed over with an ancient rage, one that had existed since gods walked the earth.

His eyes had been on Kalysta since yesterday. He had seen how quiet and expressionless she had been while her schoolmates laughed and chatted. It spoke of a hardened and defiant spirit, as worthy a prey as could be found on this island.

That the goblins would attempt to steal his prize was inexcusable. Whether they were so foolish that they believed they could survive such an act of defiance, or whether they were so oblivious that they didn't realize that Kalysta was his no longer mattered. His blood rage had stirred, and would only be released with the death of his foes.

Ahead, he saw that Kalysta had fallen into their trap. Several had fallen back so that she would believe she had outrun them, but in truth they had doubled around. Before he could arrive on the scene, they had her surrounded. The goblins leered and howled, oblivious to the minotaur's presence and believing that victory was theirs. Some of them began throwing rocks and sticks at her.

His massive sword in hand, Kerith approached the scene, appearing calm, though that only meant that the storm was on its way.

Kerith blinked a few times as he watched the goblins disappear, realizing intuitively that something wasn't as it seemed. His ears twitched, and then he sniffed a few times. And suddenly the scent of something unfamiliar drifted into his nose.

Without any warning he let out a bellow of rage and swung his sword in a lethal arc, and struck something that wasn't there a moment ago. An immense colorless beetle with an enlarged head appeared and dropped dead to the ground in a spray of alien fluid. Immediately the goblin illusions were gone, having vanished the moment his blade made contact. Its game was over and so was its life.

Kerith hated it when something tried to mess with his head.

And he still needed something to release his fury on.

The girl he had been stalking was brave, far more formidable than any other victims so far. Her skill excited him, he wanted to see what she was capable of and prove himself superior.

Then let's see how she deals with this.

Her new position hadn't escaped his attention. As agile as he was, two tons of fur, muscle, and horn just wasn't built for climbing trees. So instead he stalked over to the base and gave his sword a mighty swing, severing the trunk in one blow and sending the tree Kalysta was in toppling to the ground.

Kerith frowned. He expected that felling her tree would have been the end of the chase, but again she had surprised him. She wouldn't escape though. As fast as she was, she couldn't hope to match his land speed, especially not by leaping from branch to branch. He couldn't reach her, but she couldn't escape him. So he would keep pursuing her, even if he had to track her through the entire planet to catch her. He had her delicious scent on his tongue. He had seen her graceful movements, watched her fight. He would do anything to claim her.

With that thought, he realized that it would be easier than he had thought at first. The ebon-skinned minotaur was stealthier than appearances would indicate. When he now crept toward his prey, he didn't make a single noise, and he was careful to keep to the shadows where his natural coloring would make him impossible to see. His tail was long and leather and ended in a tuft of fur, and now it whipped back and forth as he moved.

Once he had been maimed, in a battle with a woman warrior such as this one, although that opponent's strength and ferocity was surely unique to her alone. But losing his hand now worked to his advantage, for he had replaced it with a better one, made out of cold steel and wiring.

Now he raised his metal appendage up below her, where she no doubt thought she was safe. The palm opened and five steel tendrils shot out, snakelike in their wavy ascent. One of them caught her ankle and tugged hard.

Kerith's tendril tugged harder, and soon the other four tendrils joined the first, one wrapping around her thigh, two more latching onto both wrists, and the final one coiling around her waist and sinking its dull point into her plush ass. Still she was holding tight, tight enough that his steel appendages couldn't dislodge. They gave him no sensory input and he was afraid they might tear her to pieces. He would have greatly preferred that she arrive in his possession whole, but he was determined to win, even if his victory granted him nothing more than her blood splashing on his flesh.

But then the branch splintered and snapped off the healthy tree, sending it and its occupant falling to the ground. Kerrith tossed his sword aside, deciding that he wouldn't need it again tonight. His real hand stopped her fall with the crook of her knee, while his artificial one, tendrils still active, supported her back.

He stared quietly at her, his hellish eyes glinting with anticipation.

Kerrith holds Kalysta tight, running his thick black fingers over her flesh as she writhes and twists in his grasp. He brings her up to eye level and leans forward, sniffing at her neck. Up close, the smell that he had been hunting her by overpowers him, leaving his head reeling with unholy desire.

As he speaks, his breath is hot on her skin, banishing the cool night air. "Let you go? After I fought so hard to claim you? No, I don't think I'll do that. If you can escape me, then do so. Otherwise you are mine."

Kerith stared into her eyes, baring his teeth. "So, you can't escape. Still, I guess that's pretty impressive for a human. I have no friends. It's just you and me, and I can't wait to see how much you can take before I break you."

His metal hand roughly shoves her against the base of the tree, pinning her. He hunches over and sniffs briefly at her groin before going lower, brushing the end of his rough pink tongue against her toned legs. As he did so one of his horns poked her crotch lightly.

Kerith's sensitive nose could smell the fear on her skin and his body grew tense, his lust practically driving him mad. Rising to face her again, his large hand shoots out in a blur, seizing a fistful of her skirt and roughly ripping it off. He looked over her bikini bottoms with approval, his callused fingers first rubbing their surface, and then slipping inside, probing her most private area. Without warning, his teeth catch the rim of her bottoms and he rips that too off with a twist of his massive neck.

"Let you go?" A cruel grin forms on his grotesque, bull-like features, and he hefts her up above his head, flipping her around in his grasp. His long, rough tongue runs up the cheek of her rear, and in another moment Kalysta can feel the dull point of his horn at the entrance to her ass. "I could. Would you like me to let you go now?" He purposely allows his grip to loosen, and in that brief moment she slips, causing the tip of his horn to press dangerously at her hole.