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F oxx dropped to his knees beside Maverick’s flailing form, the man trying and failing to get up. Grabbing the man’s ankle, holding him still, he sliced the wolf's foot clean off.

Maverick shrieked in pain, his words sounding garbled. “You, FUCK!”

“What was that? Speak a little clearer now, Maverick. Here, let's try again.” Foxx grabbed the other ankle and repeated his action.

He giggled cutely as the man just shouted without saying a damn thing. “No, no, that’s not what you said, I don’t think?” He shuddered as a trickle of pleasure sliding through his body and his cock started to perk up. “Though, the sound is quite nice. Make it again, won’t you?”

Harlow chuckled behind him. The dhampir seemed content to just watch.

With tears in his eyes, the werewolf glared down at him.

He pouted, crawling on top of the man.

Maverick bucked widely, roaring, “GET OFF ME!”

Foxx grabbed just below the man’s broken right wrist when he tried to pointlessly swing at him. Holding it out in front of the man’s face, so he could see, while slowly carving through it, he ground out, “I said, make the sound again!”

And the werewolf did. The scream was long, undulating, and pain-filled. So much so, it sent shiver upon shiver down his spine, his cock hardening fully.

He smiled, tossing the man’s severed hand away, before releasing the whimpering wolf’s bloody stump.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” Foxx giggled, but his smile dropped when he spotted confusion in the man’s eyes, mixed with hatred, rage, and pain. “Why are you confused, Maverick? Surely you shouldn’t be?”

Without even looking, he swiped his claws out and cut the man’s remaining hand off. And even before the wolf stopped bellowing, he started to ask more questions.

“Do you not know why I’m doing this? Don’t you know what you did? You should. Though, if you are wondering why I’m turned on, it’s because I’m a sadist—I love watching, participating, and torturing bad people. And you, my werewolf friend, are a bad, bad person. But do you know the real reason why I’m going to enjoy doing this?”

“I am God’s messenger!” Maverick hissed when he finally stopped yelling.

“Oh, is that so?” he hummed. Foxx then tilted his head as he gripped the man’s broken jaw, before reaching inside and severing the werewolf’s tongue with a single claw. He added the appendage to his growing pile on the floor as the man screamed some more.

Glancing back when he heard Harlow approach, his brow rose slightly in question on finding the dhampir kneeling near the man’s heavily bleeding leg stumps. “Joining in?”

The dhampir smirked while he pulled a small velvet bag and a lighter out of his jacket. “Nope, I just thought I’d stop the bleeding so it would last longer. He may be a werewolf, but those are some major arteries.”

Foxx smiled. “Good idea!”

He watched the man flick the lighter open and dump silver powder on one of the stumps, instantly causing Maverick to writhe in agony, but he looked away uninterested as Harlow started to run the flame over the man’s flesh.

Foxx’s eyes locked on Maverick’s face, holding on as the man bucked again, and wordlessly screamed in agony.

“Just to show you how giving I can be. I am going to tell you exactly why I am going to enjoy every second of what I do to you, besides the one reason I already mentioned,” he said loudly, making sure his voice could be heard over the man’s shouting, as the smell of burning hair and flesh rose up. “I hated you, you know, from the moment I found out you were behind the poisons. And that hatred grew with each new atrocity you committed, that I had to bear witness to. Each moment made it stronger. But I suppose, until it really touched me, I was content with staying back and waiting until you were found by others. Until Charity.”

Maverick’s scream died to whimpers, his bucking becoming weak now, as Harlow moved up to his arm stumps. Slowly, the wolf shifted back into his humanoid form, Foxx lowering slightly with the change.

Maverick’s skin was covered in sweat, but he wasn't pale. It was hard to be pale with an ugly orange spray tan. His face was bruised and bloody, with tears in eyes, and the wolf’s nose was badly caved in, blood coating it and dripping down his lips. Foxx waited for Harlow to begin cauterizing his arms before he spoke more.

Smiling as the screams resumed, he continued talking. “Sure, I cried and I hurt for the others you killed, but Charity… Charity was my friend. She was my handler.” He looked at Harlow, when angry tears filled his eyes. The dhampir smiled at him. “She was our handler and friend. More importantly, she was someone I loved. Maybe that says something about me, that I wasn’t motivated enough to hunt you down without permission until someone I loved was lost, but I was always ready and willing to kill you before that, on sight, regardless of if you were ‘human’ or not…” He trailed off as Harlow finished, his eyes narrowing when Maverick sagged with his eyes closed. “You don’t get to look away.”

Maverick flinched the moment Foxx grabbed onto the man’s eyelid, roaring when he cleanly sliced it off. Blood started to trail around his permanently open eye, before Foxx managed to do the same to the other. He couldn’t help but smile at the sheer panic that entered Maverick’s gaze following his latest actions. Perhaps the ex-hunter finally knew that there was a lot more pain to come before any of this would be over. Though how he didn’t realize that sooner, Foxx didn’t know.

“Anyway, now that I have your attention—” He giggled. “—let me tell you exactly why I’m explaining all of this. The reason is simple. I want your misogynistic, speciest ass to know that what is happening to you is because you killed her. You killed Charity Bartlett, a bright, energetic, paranormal-loving human woman, who was not only gay, but also a power suit wearing feminist.

“Mind you, this is also for all the poor vampires, werewolves and hunters you murdered too. But I just need you to know that the reason I am here now, the reason I am going to make this last for as long as I can, is because of her. You are going to suffer a torturous death, because of a woman.”

Unable to form words or even syllables, the man angrily gargled blood, his eyes still full of rage, even as tears flowed and mixed with it.

“Yes, I am glad you feel that way.” His smile twisted. “Now, where were we?”

Harlow moved as fast as he could, spreading silver powder and running his now struggling lighter over one of the stumps. Though calling them that was overstating things, mainly as he was cauterizing Maverick’s shoulder. The man was basically just a torso now.

Again and again, Foxx had sliced off more of Maverick's flesh, each time letting him seal the new wounds. Though, with these last four cuts, the vampire had taken a bit extra, removing Maverick’s dick and balls along with the rest.

The werewolf was still awake, looking rather catatonic to be honest. Blood soaked the ground beneath him, and his body pieces were in a nice gruesome pile nearby.

Just as he was finishing with the second shoulder, Harlow frowned on realizing that whatever spell had been blocking the sound throughout the building, it had been broken, as he heard Iggy and Santiago below. He just wasn’t sure when it had broken.

As he moved to close Maverick’s hip wounds, he decided he didn’t care. The thoughts on the spell fell away at an alarming speed as Harlow’s gaze flicked to Foxx, who he’d been trying his best to ignore, as the vampire let out a loud moan. His cock jerked hard in his jeans while he watched the man, who sat flushed and completely naked on Maverick’s stomach, fingering himself.

Lube dripped and spurted from the man’s hole onto the werewolf, while his slim fingers moved in and out of the tight bud. Foxx’s uncut cock strained against the vampire’s stomach, looking as ready to burst as he felt.

Running the stupid fucking failing lighter over Maverick’s flesh, again and again, Harlow rumbled, “Having fun dripping over him, Brat?”

“Yes!” Foxx whined. “Hurry up!”

Clenching his jaw, Harlow tossed the lighter. “Fuck it! Good enough!”

Pulling Foxx’s fingers out, he flipped the vampire over and released himself from his jeans. As Foxx rested on top of Maverick, the man’s hard cock pressed against the tortured werewolf’s gaping crotch wound, Harlow lined up his prick and slid inside.

Foxx cried out, humping forward as he did, which drew a whimper of pain from Maverick. “Ohh, Maverick, did that feel good?!” The vampire giggled sadistically.

Harlow chuckled. “Ha, it's not nice to taunt the dying, Brat.” He pulled out and slammed back inside, dragging another cry of pleasure from Foxx.

“Dying is he? Then I sh-should help him along, shouldn’t I?!” Foxx moaned, his voice shaking as he struggled to stay focused through the pleasure, rocking back into Harlow’s hard thrusts.

“You should,” Harlow growled. The man’s breathing picked up while he continued to slide his thick length inside him.

Whimpering as his cock slid against Maverick’s blood slick wound, he stabbed his claws into the man’s chest, making sure to avoid his heart as Harlow pumped into him again. “That’s for the unnamed,” he moaned.

While Maverick still jerked from the new pain, Foxx just added to it with each new thrust of Harlow’s cock.

“For the unfound and forever missing.” Foxx stabbed him again. Groaning, he pressed his ass back faster onto the man’s prick, making sure to grind against Maverick each time he was pushed forward.

Foxx continued to whimper and moan as Harlow began to fuck into him harder and peg his prostate, the man having shifted his angle slightly.

“For the families who will continue searching, and the ones who mourn. Ah—” Foxx whined, while thrusting his claws into the werewolf in time with the slapping of his ass against Harlow’s thighs, as the man pressed firmly inside him again.

Warm blood from the man’s stab wounds spreading over his heated skin, Foxx rested for a few moments, while pressed against the wolf, just enjoying the way Harlow filled his tight hole, before once again shoving his nails into Maverick’s flesh.

Foxx stabbed again as he whimpered in need. “For the vampires and werewolves that you poisoned.”

His orgasm building, and breath coming in ragged pants, Foxx stabbed the man again and again, whining loudly when he heard Maverick’s gargles and groans of agony.

“For the humans you murdered, and the minds you infected with your darkness,” he hissed out through clenched teeth.

Harlow let out a growl, the man’s hands gripping his hips tighter, as the dhampir started to frantically pound into him. The spasming of the man inside him was enough to tell him that he wasn’t the only one who was close.

With his clawed blood-covered right hand resting directly above Maverick’s heart, in anticipation, Foxx started to say, “And this—” His words cut off on a strangled scream as he came. Orgasm riding through his body, his hips pumped in time with Harlow’s thrusts.

Seconds later, the dhampir was shouting out as well, coming with him. Even as he continued to fuck inside him, Harlow lifted Foxx’s body upward slightly, the man seeming to move them both further on top of Maverick.

No longer pressed flush against the man’s bloody crotch wound, Foxx met Maverick’s gaze as his cock jerked and sprayed streams of cum over the werewolf’s chest. At the same time, he felt Harlow’s cum begin to drip from his ass, and likely onto the stump of a man.

When he saw the horrified realization in Maverick’s lidless eyes, his body began to shake apart harder. With that look, with the man knowing what they were doing, what he was doing on top of him, firmly cemented in his mind, Foxx shoved his clawed hand back into Maverick’s chest, but this time he wrapped his fingers around the man’s heart.

Squeezing more and more while he continued to come, Foxx finally rasped breathlessly, “And this is…for Charity, you son of a bitch!”

As his last spurt of cum sprayed onto the man, landing on Maverick’s face as Harlow roughly rocked him forward, Foxx crushed the organ in his hand.

Blood bursting from Maverick’s mouth, Foxx and Harlow kept moaning and grinding. Together they just embraced the aftermath that trembled through their bodies, while watching the light in the eyes of the monster they’d come to kill finally fade.