Chapter 13 - The End

Sypha jumped up and hurried over as Dakota's cum covered body was once again dumped on the floor of their room. It had been nearly three weeks now that she had been put to work servicing the demons in Mordall's hordes. Almost every single day, she was taken by Jezebel and would be gone for hours sometimes, only to be warped back later that day with her body coated in a thick layer of sticky jizz, her mid-section bulging profusely, and her ass gaping and trickling a river of splooge. Luckily, Dakota was an excellent healer, and her body always recovered back to full strength overnight, but it was obvious that it was wearing down on her, and that the abuse was getting more and more brutal with each excursion. This time, she wasn't even really conscious, and just laid there as Sypha tried to wipe the sludge from her eyes and get her to come to. In the end, Sypha ended up having to drag the unconscious woman down the hall to the bath house and slide her into the water, unable to carry the muscular wolf girl by herself.

Eventually, Sypha was able to get Dakota to wake up by giving her gentle slaps to the face and splashing the warm water on her. While the exhausted werewolf caught her bearings and rested, Sypha went to work cleaning the sticky spunk from her beautiful hair and the soft fur of her tail and ears, occasionally rubbing the woman's back when she paused to vomit up liters of jizz. It was a lengthy operation, but she was able to get her companion clean and back to sorts. Dakota gratefully sat in the bath and leaned back into Sypha while the human spent the next hour rubbing and massaging all of her bumps and bruises. With silence spanning between them, Sypha's thoughts came back around to what she had been thinking about for the past several days when she was alone in their room. She still was taken most days to service Mordall or Jezebel, mostly by way of fucking her mouth and throat, but she still had a lot more time off than Dakota did, and the treatment was considerably tamer to prevent injuring her relatively frail human physique. In that free time, it was just her and her brain thinking together for hours at a time.

"Dakota." She spoke, softly. "You can't do this anymore."

"Hmm?" Dakota murmured. "I just need some rest. I'll be okay."

"No. This has gone on for too long. We need to leave."

Dakota opened her eyes and turned to face the human.

"Leave? Like, escape?" she asked.

"Yes." Sypha nodded. "We need to escape."

"We can't, Sypha. We'll never make it."

"I can't keep watching you get treated like this!" Sypha replied, a waver in her voice. "We can escape! We just need a good plan and proper timing."

Dakota was silent for a few moments before sighing and rolling out her stiff neck.

"Okay." She finally responded. "I'll hear out your plan, at the very least."

"Can you get your collar off if you tried?"

She reached out and tapped the golden circlet around Dakota's neck.

"Yes, I could get it off." Dakota hesitatingly admitted. "But it wouldn't matter. I can't beat a demon lord in combat. I wouldn't stand a chance."

"What if it wasn't a demon lord?" Sypha asked. "What if it was just Jezebel?"

Another pause from the werewolf and her eyes narrowed a bit.

"I might be able to beat her." she answered, slowly. "Maybe. But there's no way that Mordall wouldn't come himself, especially if he sensed that I had defeated Jezebel."

"Unless he was busy. Perhaps, if he was…sleeping."

Dakota stared at Sypha, so the blonde elaborated further.

"Demons have a seven-day sleep schedule, right? So, we wait until Mordall rests and then make our move. We already know that Jezebel sleeps on a different day than he does, so she is the main concern. If you can get your collar off, you can fight her, and we can go through one of the dimensional portals. Mordall would most likely not follow us through. When he went to capture Carmilla, that was the first time in more than a hundred years that he traveled to Wallachia. So, all we need to do is get through the portal before he wakes back up."

"Fourteen days."

"What?"

"Mordall sleeps on a fourteen-day schedule instead of seven." Dakota continued. "Jezebel explained it to me once. Awake for twelve, asleep for two."

"Then that is even better for us!" Sypha exclaimed.

"You're missing the most important detail." Dakota sighed. "Jezebel. It's not a given that I can beat her. Sure, in hand-to-hand combat, I would win. But she has magic. High level magic. I doubt that I can defeat her if she uses it."

"Then we just need to ensure that she can not use magic when you face her." Sypha answered.

"How?"

Sypha once again tapped the golden collar on Dakota's neck.

"I never said that you would destroy the collar when you remove it. Just cut in-between the runes and bend the metal off of you. Then, when you fight Jezebel, put the collar on her. Anywhere will do. Her arm, her leg, her neck, and then close it back up. From what I can tell in examining the enchantments, it will not discriminate to suppress the magic of whoever is wearing it, including a demon."

For the first time since the beginning of their conversation, a spark of inspiration appeared in Dakota's eyes, brushing away the tired haze that had been there.

"That…might work." She finally spoke again. "That just might work. If I can suppress her magic, I can almost definitely kill her."

"So, you are convinced?" Sypha asked, relieved that her companion had agreed.

With a sigh, the wolf girl reluctantly nodded.

"I'm convinced." She nodded. "Mordall's next rest period is three days from now."

"Will you still be fit for battle by then?"

"Oh, yeah. If I can get this collar off, I'll be just fine."

So, they waited. Dakota put up with the continued assault and rape for the remaining three days, and Sypha continued to take care of the exhausted wolf girl each time she was deposited back in their room. The nerves between them kept growing and growing until they felt like they would go crazy. Time seemed to slow down even more than it already had from their absurd schedule. However, the day finally came where they were ready to try it. They were going to escape.

That night, after having cleaned up and rested from her day's abuse, Dakota shook the weariness from her bones and motioned for Sypha to follow her. They didn't have anything but the skimpy outfits that Dakota had made for them, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that their plan went smoothly, and they finally made it out of this hell.

Things went smoothly, at first. Since the two of them were permitted to roam the castle somewhat freely, no one came after them to stop their escape. Even when they were outside of the huge, imposing structure, the air was still silent, and nobody appeared.

"How do we find the portal?" Sypha whispered, looking into the foreboding forest of stark white trees. "I can't remember where the one I came through is."

"I can find them." Dakota replied. "There are multiple here. I don't know where they all lead, but I can smell them."

"You can smell them?"

"Magic gives off a distinct smell. Werewolves can smell magic users and also when large spells are activated nearby. A dimensional gateway is a huge smell, so I can sniff it out from miles away. Follow me."

Taking Sypha by the hand, she pulled the human girl through the trees and off in the direction of the nearest portal. Sypha couldn't get the faintest idea of where they were going, but Dakota seemed to know exactly where to head, so she put her faith in the wolf girl and did her best to keep up with her. It paid off. After about fifteen minutes of running through the forest, they emerged in a small clearing. Sure enough, there in the middle of the clearing was a familiar rectangle of distorted light in the center. As they got closer, Sypha could tell that it looked just like the one she had come through. Simply a window in mid-air that led to somewhere she didn't recognize. Unlike Dracula's mirror gate, though, this one didn't seem to be shifting and moving around and stayed stationary.

"Where does that lead to?" Sypha whispered. "I don't recognize that place."

"I don't know, but it's better than staying here. C'mon. Let's go before Jezebel finds out we're gone."

Dakota went to pull Sypha towards the gate, but the blonde stayed put.

"Wait." She interrupted. "We need to take the collars off. As long as we have these on, Mordall and Jezebel can warp us wherever they want to from anywhere. We need to get them off before we go through, or they will just bring us straight back."

Dropping Sypha's hand, Dakota reached up to feel the collar on the blonde's neck. Looking for a space where the runes were separated, she brought out her claws. Five razor sharp extensions sprang up from her fingertips in a fraction of a second. It wasn't even a contest. The claw on her index finger sliced through the gold like butter. Grabbing the collar with both hands, she pried the circlet open until it was wide enough for Sypha to squeeze her neck through, the girl's face brightening immediately upon being freed of the cursed jewelry.

Just as she was about to remove her own adornment, a voice rang out through the clearing.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

There she was. Having just materialized from nowhere, Jezebel was stood at the other end of the clearing. The playfully evil look she always wore was now gone, a mask of hard cruelty in its place as her otherworldly eyes shot daggers at them.

"What exactly do you two think you're doing?" she asked, her voice deadly level. "Are you…trying to leave? Did you really not think that I would be alerted if you ever removed those collars? And now…what, exactly? You just plan to walk on out of here? And you think I'll let you?"

Her eyes narrowing, Dakota stepped forward, putting herself between Sypha and Jezebel. With a flick of her fingers, her own collar was reduced to ribbons and fell to the grass around her with a few soft thuds. As the enchanted metal was removed, Dakota began to laugh. The sound cut through the eerie stillness of the forest like a warm blade at first. However, it rose in pitch and intensity until the werewolf was howling in the laughter of a madman, sounding almost crazed in her levity.

"What's so funny?" Jezebel demanded, her steely tone making it obvious that she didn't feel the humor in the situation. "Did I accidentally break your mind already?"

Breathing in deeply, Dakota looked up to the night sky.

"It's been so long since I felt moonlight on my skin." She said, mostly to herself. "It feels soooo good."

Basking in the luminous light from the large, full moon in the sky above, Dakota let her gaze return to the demon across from her. A toothy smirk was the only warning Jezebel got, and then Dakota was upon her. Barely managing to dodge a slash from Dakota's claws, Jezebel leapt backwards in shock. She couldn't believe how fast the wolf girl had moved. In an instant, she had spanned the thirty yards separating them so quickly that Jezebel hadn't even seen it.

"What is this?" she growled, her eyes searching for her opponent. "How have you learned teleportation magic? It's impossible!"

"You're right."

Jezebel spun to face the voice that had appeared behind her, finding Dakota standing there nonchalantly, a cruel look of satisfaction on her face.

"It is impossible." Dakota laughed. "But I'm not teleporting. I'm running. Tell me, Jezebel, how much do you know about werewolves? You probably never bothered learning too much about us since you consider us to be a feebler species. But since you're about to die, I'll enlighten you a bit. True, werewolves are exceptionally fast, but we aren't normally fast enough to beat the eye of a pureblood demon. Unless the conditions are correct."

"Conditions?" Jezebel spat out. "What conditions?"

In answer, Dakota raised one clawed finger and pointed skyward at the moon.

"I would warn you to avoid fighting a werewolf in a dimension that has a constant full moon next time, but there won't be a next time. Now, we begin our fight for real."

"Yes, we certainly do." Jezebel snarled.

Raising her hand to prepare a bolt of black lightning to obliterate the wolf girl, Jezebel was shocked to find nothing happen. Absolutely nothing. She tried again only to get the same result. The magic that was so engrained in her nature simply refused her call.

"Uh-oh." Dakota mocked from where she was still standing. "Someone having a little trouble? Maybe it's a poor choice of jewelry."

Following the pointing finger that the werewolf was extending, Jezebel looked down to find her ankle entrapped by the collar that had been around Sypha's neck only minutes ago. In the confusion of the first attack, Jezebel hadn't noticed the metal being bent and clamped around her ankle. Hell, she hadn't even seen the moment that Dakota had gone for her legs. She had been that fast.

Cursing, she reached down to begin undoing the enchanted piece, but it was too slow. She was instantly beset by Dakota again. The werewolf's visage appeared in front of her in a flash, her claws slashing downward in a deadly arc. Jezebel just barely managed to avoid the lethal blow, her shoulder catching the brunt of the attack. Crying out as her skin was laid open by the razor claws, she narrowly missed being decapitated by the follow up strike, screaming in pain as a third attack sliced through her side.

Jezebel growled and stared at the werewolf with murderous rage, but Dakota was nowhere near finished. Giggling and licking some blood from her finger, she took off again. And so began the death dance. Dakota flashed from spot to spot, racing circles around the helpless demon. Jezebel would catch a glimpse of her occasionally, and then she would be gone, only to reappear to deliver another wound from a different location.

Sypha watched on in awe. She couldn't believe just how powerful Dakota was. She actually didn't even think it mattered whether or not Jezebel had her magic. There didn't seem to be any spell that could have stopped her right now. Dakota practically looked like a demon herself. The smile on her face grew more and more deadly, and she seemed to take delight in inflicting pain on Jezebel. She continuously avoided delivering a killing stroke, instead opting to slowly tear the demoness to shreds through a thousand wounds. Pretty soon, the grass was covered in Jezebel's blood and her clothes had been reduced to rags and ribbons, stained red.

The human had no chance to follow her movements. She could only get an idea of what was taking place from where the new cuts would appear on Jezebel or when Dakota would pause to reset herself. In fact, she seemed to be getting faster and faster, if that was possible. She blinked from spot to spot, each beautiful pose rending another gash on the woman's flesh. She looked utterly beautiful in the most dangerous way imaginable. Her hair and fur were practically glowing in the moonlight and her fangs were gleaming with her lascivious grin. Even her luminous, yellow eyes which were always kind and calming to Sypha now glowed with malicious intent. It was a side of Dakota she had never seen, and it was both terrifying and glorious to watch.

After a good fifteen minutes of tormenting the demon, Dakota had sated enough of her bloodlust that she remembered the urgency of their situation. They needed to leave. Coming to a stop in front of Jezebel, who had since collapsed from her injuries, she reached down and grabbed the woman by her long, black hair, pulling her to her feet. Staring into the murderous eyes of her former captor, Dakota snickered and ran her fingers over the bloodied cheek of the demoness.

"Goodbye, Jezebel."

And then her claws came down on the demon's neck. Jezebel's body stayed standing for a few seconds before the two sections slowly separated, her body slumping where it stood while the head rolled off a few feet away. Throwing back her own head, Dakota loosed a triumphant howl that rang throughout the forest and pierced the night air. Ceasing her victory cry, Dakota returned to Sypha who was staring at her, incredulous.

"That was…amazing." Sypha breathed.

"It was certainly satisfying." Dakota agreed. "Now, let's get the hell out of here."

Taking Sypha's hand again, she dragged her through the waiting portal, successfully this time.

When they emerged through the other side of the portal, they found themselves in the top room of a belltower, overlooking the still city below. It was nighttime there as well, so there was very little movement going on. That was fortunate because they didn't particularly want to attract attention right then, what with their minimal state of dress and the fact that Dakota was a werewolf, and also drenched in blood. The bad part, though…they didn't know where they were. The architecture was totally different than in Wallachia, as was the weather. It was far warmer than it should have been, especially this time of year. And every sign was written in a different language.

"I recognize this." Sypha said, when they finally stopped to examine one of the signs. "This is Italian. Speakers have traveled here before to learn the stories and language of their people."

"Italy?" Dakota whispered back. "That's a long way from Wallachia."

"It's fine." Sypha replied. "We'll make our way back eventually. First, let's find someplace to hide and then get some clothes in the morning."

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As it turned out, they never made their way back to Wallachia. Finding the more hospital climate and beautiful mountains to be ideal, Sypha and Dakota decided to stay a bit longer. Days had turned to weeks. Weeks had turned to months. Months had turned to years. Eight years, to be exact. In that time, they had built a cabin up in the foothills of the mountains surrounding the city they had arrived in and settled down. They made money by selling meat to the local butchers. It was very easy. After all, Sypha had the best hunter imaginable living with her. All she had to do was go into town with the slain animals and deliver them to the butchers. It was easy living. The first few weeks had been the worst. Both of them expected Mordall to appear at any minute and take them back with him. But after weeks of sleepless nights, their nerves calmed down and they stopped worrying. Now, sitting out on the front porch of their cabin and looking up at the moon, she couldn't be happier.

A howl off in the distance broke her from her train of thought, and Sypha looked over as her oldest daughter, Luna, stiffened, her ears perking up. Oldest of three, and only elder by a couple minutes. Sypha had given birth to triplets soon after their escape. Three beautiful, female werewolf puppies. They each had received Dakota's silvery-grey fur, their ears and tails nearly identical to hers, but had taken after Sypha's hair, their long, blonde tresses the same color as hers. Their eyes resembled Dakota's, as well, bright and yellow and perpetually curious.

"Is that mommy?" Luna asked, looking up at Sypha.

"Yes, it is." Sypha smiled back at her.

"Will she catch anything?" Koda, her middle daughter, piped up.

"Of course, she will." Sypha laughed. "Mommy is the best hunter in the world."

"See? I told you!" Luna spoke again, this time to Koda. "She always gets something!"

"I know that!"

"Hey, mommy?"

Sypha looked down at her youngest, Nova, who was sitting in her lap.

"Yes, Nova?"

"Why are your ears different than ours?"

Laughing, Sypha reached up and felt her own wolf ears. They were blonde in color and matched her hair. Sypha had requested that Dakota infect her a couple months after their escape. She knew that the differences between their species were too great. While both she and Dakota were young for their respective races, their lifespan was drastically different. Sypha would only live another seventy or so years as a human if she was lucky. Dakota would then be forced to live for thousands of years afterwards without her. It wasn't fair to her lover. So, she had gotten Dakota to bite her and turned into a werewolf, as well. While she didn't get all the inherent skills of a pureblood werewolf like Dakota, she would now be able to remain with her for centuries to come.

"I'll explain it to you one day." Sypha answered. "Now, let's go inside. You three have already stayed up past your bedtime. It will be morning soon."

There was some protesting from her daughters, but Sypha eventually managed to herd them into the three-room cabin. Taking one last look out in the direction that the howl had come from, she smiled and pictured Dakota tearing through the trees, hot on the tracks of some poor deer. Wallachia could wait. There were far more important things here and now.

And now we say goodbye to these characters. It's a bit sad, actually. Dakota was probably my favorite character I have created thus far in my writing. But all good things must come to an end. Thanks for reading, everyone. Now, we look ahead to the next story.