AN: Please be warned that some readers might find unpleasant scenes as Alex will violate her due to the effects of both the dream, the situation and his own race's lustful nature.
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She grasped the glinting scythe in both hands as the two began a violent and brutal melee. There was no finesse as the pair began to clash with mighty blows, like hammering iron spikes into the other's body. It was no regular duel but a battle between two evil monsters thirsty for blood.
After a brief struggle, it was clear she was faster than him, but he was more resilient and robust, even after blocking and enduring the strikes of her weapon.
Alex didn't flinch, the curved scythe leaving slices along his back and arms, but her body was filled with dark bruising, her breasts with slight nips where his blade cut her naked flesh.
'Damn, werewolves flesh it so tough!' He complained
