I'll Be Back
The pack watched from the shattered windows as Zariel’s silhouette walked calmly into the night.
The white wolf moved without hurry, silver katana resting against his shoulder like it weighed nothing. The remaining panthers had pulled back into the tree line after the first wave, but they hadn’t retreated far. Eight of them now stood in a loose semicircle at the edge of the yard, rifles raised.
They opened fire the moment Zariel stepped into the open.
The night lit up with muzzle flashes. Normal rounds cracked through the air, but among them came the distinct blue streaks of cursed silver. The bullets slammed into Zariel’s chest, stomach, and thighs in rapid succession.
And then they simply… fell.
Dented, flattened pieces of lead and silver clattered to the ground around his feet like discarded coins. One round even bounced off his cheekbone and spun away into the grass. Zariel didn’t even flinch.
He brushed a crushed bullet off his shoulder with the back of his paw like it was nothing more than dust.
“You think I conquered ten floors of the Temple of Aetherion,” he called out, voice carrying across the yard, “just to come back empty-handed?”
The panthers hesitated for half a second. "Alright, Terminator! Boys, take him in the balls, I bet those aren't iron.
The panthers aimed lower.
Three silver rounds slammed directly into Zariel’s crotch.
The white wolf’s step faltered for the first time, not from pain, but from something else entirely. His icy blue eyes widened slightly, then narrowed with something dark and hungry. A low, rumbling growl rolled from his chest as his cock visibly thickened and pushed against the front of his pants, the outline growing thicker by the second.
Zariel laughed.
It was a rough, genuine sound.
“Fuck… that actually felt good.”
He moved.
The pistol came up in his left hand so fast the panthers barely had time to react. Two clean shots cracked through the night. One panther dropped with a hole through his heart. The second took a round to the throat and collapsed, gurgling. Standard rounds, however. They would be up again if Zariel didn't have other plans for them. He lunged and pierced each one through the heart with his katana, blue energy like electric veins spreading through the fur and flesh around the wound before they went still.
Zariel was already moving toward the third.
The remaining panthers broke.
They turned and ran for the trees, firing wildly over their shoulders. Zariel didn’t chase them at full speed. He simply raised his pistol again and fired three precise shots into the backs of their legs. One by one they went down, yelping and snarling as they hit the dirt.
The last panther tried to crawl away.
Zariel caught up to him in a few long strides, planted a heavy boot on the cat’s back, and rolled him over. Before the panther could raise his rifle, Zariel’s silver katana was already at his throat.
Then it slowly dragged downward.
The blade pressed against the front of the panther’s pants, right over the obvious bulge that had formed there. A dark, wet spot had already bloomed across the fabric.
Zariel tilted his head, studying it.
“Well, well,” he murmured. “Look at that.”
The panther’s ears flattened. His eyes were wide, chest heaving.
Zariel pressed the flat of the blade a little harder against the wet spot, just enough to make the panther’s cock twitch visibly beneath the fabric.
“You like this?” Zariel asked, voice low and mocking. “Getting your balls threatened by a silver blade? That’s what gets you hard?”
The panther didn’t answer. His face burned with humiliation, but his cock kept twitching against the cold metal.
Zariel chuckled darkly.
“Pathetic.”
"All of you cats are pathetic compared to me. You might as well be humans!" Zariel shouted.
By the time the rest of the pack came running out of the house, Zariel already had the panther disarmed and pinned. Roan and Cass moved in quickly, securing the struggling cat’s wrists and ankles with heavy zip ties while Kiran limped behind them, still wincing from the silver round in his ass but grinning like a maniac.
They dragged the prisoner away from the tree line and tied him to one of the thick porch posts outside the house. The panther’s pants were already ripped open from Zariel’s earlier work, his barbed cock standing stiff and leaking against his stomach.
Kiran gave it a long, unimpressed look.
“Wow,” the fox said. “Even for a panther, that’s a small one. Below average. Like… really below average.”
The captured panther’s ears burned darker. “Fuck you, fox.”
Kiran’s grin sharpened. “I’ve seen my fair share of panther dick over the years, kitty. Yes indeed. And trust me, you’re nothing special. Little one, cute really.”
The panther snarled but didn’t argue further.
Inside the ruined living room, the pack finally had a moment to breathe.
Zariel stood in the middle of the destruction, white fur almost glowing under the emergency lights they’d rigged up. His clothes were torn in places, but his body was completely unmarked. Not a single scratch. Not even from the silver rounds.
Roan stepped closer, golden eyes studying his old friend.
“Your fur…”
Zariel flexed one arm slowly. The white fur caught the light like fresh snow.
“Iron Skin,” he said simply. “That’s what the Temple gave me.”
Kiran’s ears perked up from where he was leaning against the wall, still half-naked and covered in drying cum from earlier. “Iron Skin? Like… actual iron?”
“Bullets don’t pierce it,” Zariel said. “Blades don’t cut it. Even heavy impact is muted. A ten-ton drill wouldn’t break this skin. I tested it on the ninth floor, they had one of those there the whole time! But I knew it would stop even silver bullets, the temple told me so. Not with words but understanding.”
Cass let out a low whistle. “That’s… insane.”
Kiran pushed off the wall and walked over, circling Zariel slowly like he was inspecting a new piece of furniture. He reached out and poked one of Zariel’s thick biceps with a claw.
“Damn,” the fox murmured. “I always knew you were hiding something strong in that body. But this? This is top-tier. Like… top fifteen percent of awesome innate abilities I’ve ever heard of. Maybe even top ten.”
Zariel gave him a tired but genuine smile.
Khepri lingered near the doorway, dual pistols still in his hands, watching the reunion with quiet curiosity. His eyes kept flicking between Zariel and the rest of the pack, clearly trying to gauge where he fit in all of this.
Roan finally stepped forward and pulled Zariel into a tight hug. The white wolf stiffened for half a second, then relaxed into it, one heavy arm wrapping around Roan’s back.
“You’re home,” Roan said quietly.
Zariel’s voice was rough when he answered.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I’m home.”
"And you got a hyena! What's the name?" Kiran asked.
"Uh.. Khepri."
"Almost like Capri Sun, love that stuff. It's in bottle form now!" Kiran laughed, Khepri laughed.
Outside, the captured panther shifted against his restraints, barbed cock still hard and leaking despite everything. He watched the pack through narrowed eyes, a mixture of fear and unwilling arousal still flickering across his face.
Kiran glanced at him and smirked.
“Don’t worry,” the fox called out. “We’ll get some answers out of you soon enough.”
The panther didn’t reply.
But his scared cock still leaked with tension or excitement. The pack had no intention of touching that panther's goods, none whatsoever. The opposite actually.
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