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Chapter 20: Final Claim

Chapter 20: Final Claim

The old abandoned church stood like a ghost under the moonlight, its broken stained-glass windows casting eerie colors across the snow-dusted ground. Dmitri stepped forward with Anya cradled tightly in his powerful arms. Her body burned with fever, her silver hair damp against his chest, but she still clung to him with what little strength she had left.

Viktor Kuznetsov stood in the center of the ruined nave, surrounded by dozens of heavily armed enhanced soldiers. He looked stronger, colder, and more monstrous than before. The new version of Krov had changed him, making his eyes glow with unnatural power.

"Well well," Viktor called out with a mocking smile. "The mighty Thorn, reduced to carrying his dying whore like a lovesick puppy. How touching."

Dmitri’s silver eyes burned with pure hatred. "Give me the cure, Viktor. Or I will tear you apart piece by piece."

Viktor laughed. "The cure is right here." He held up a glowing vial. "But it comes with a price. Hand over the Blood Orchid. Her body will help me perfect the ultimate strain. Refuse, and she dies in your arms within the hour."

Anya whimpered weakly against Dmitri’s neck. "Do not... give me to him..."

Dmitri kissed her feverish forehead. "Never." He gently set her down behind a stone pillar, shielding her with his body. Then he turned to face Viktor with deadly calm.

The battle exploded.

Gunfire ripped through the church. Dmitri moved like a demon, enhanced by Anya’s blood. He shot, stabbed, and broke bones with terrifying efficiency. His men poured in from the sides, turning the sacred ground into a warzone.

But Viktor’s enhanced soldiers were strong. They kept coming.

In the middle of the chaos, Dmitri rushed back to Anya. Her condition was worsening rapidly. She was shaking, her crimson eyes barely focused.

"I need you," he growled, tearing open her clothes. "Right now."

He freed his massive cock and spread her thick thighs wide right there behind the pillar. Without hesitation he slammed into her soaked pussy in one brutal thrust. Anya cried out, her back arching as he filled her completely.

"Dmitri... yes..." she moaned weakly.

He fucked her hard and deep, pounding her fevered cunt with desperate strokes. "Stay with me baby. Feel my cock owning this greedy little hole. You are not dying. You are going to live so I can fuck you every single day."

The sounds of their filthy fucking mixed with the gunfire around them. Dmitri railed her mercilessly, his hips slapping against her ass as he drove deep. Anya’s heavy breasts bounced with every powerful thrust. Even dying, her body responded to him, getting wetter and tighter around his thick shaft.

"Fuck... you are still so perfect," he groaned, leaning down to bite her neck and drink her burning blood. The taste made him shudder with pleasure and strength. He fucked her even harder, rubbing her swollen clit while slamming into her.

Anya came with a broken scream, her pussy clenching desperately around him. Dmitri roared and flooded her with thick hot cum, filling her completely.

He stayed inside her for a moment, kissing her deeply. "Fight for me malishka. I need you."

The battle raged on. Dmitri pulled out, fixed his clothes, and picked her up again. He fought with one arm while carrying her, shooting enemies who got too close. His men were winning, but Viktor was still standing.

Viktor suddenly charged forward with unnatural speed. He grabbed Dmitri and threw him across the church. Anya fell from his arms and hit the ground hard.

Dmitri roared in fury and attacked Viktor with everything he had. The two enhanced monsters clashed in a brutal hand-to-hand fight, fists and blood flying everywhere.

While they fought, one of Viktor’s remaining soldiers crawled toward Anya. He grabbed her leg and started dragging her away.

"No!" Anya screamed weakly, trying to kick him off.

Dmitri saw it and lost all control. He headbutted Viktor, breaking his nose, then sprinted across the church. He tackled the soldier and snapped his neck instantly. Then he picked Anya up and pressed her against a stone wall.

"I have you," he panted, freeing his cock again. "I need to be inside you. Now."

He lifted one of her thick thighs and slammed back into her soaked, cum-filled pussy. He fucked her against the wall with raw, animalistic thrusts while the battle continued around them. Anya moaned loudly, her arms wrapped around his neck as he pounded her mercilessly.

"Yes... Dmitri... harder..." she gasped, even as her body grew weaker.

He drank more of her blood while railing her, the combination pushing him into a frenzy. "This pussy is mine. This blood is mine. You are mine forever."

Anya came again, screaming his name. Dmitri exploded inside her, filling her with another massive load.

But as he pulled out, Viktor appeared behind him with a syringe. He stabbed it into Dmitri’s shoulder.

"A little gift," Viktor snarled. "Now you will feel her pain too."

Dmitri roared and attacked again. The two men fought viciously across the church floor. Dmitri was winning, but the new injection was already making him slower.

In the chaos, Elena appeared from a side entrance. She had escaped her captors and was holding the real cure vial.

"Anya!" she shouted, rushing toward her.

But before she could reach her, Viktor’s final enhanced soldier grabbed Elena and held a gun to her head.

"Stop or she dies!" the soldier yelled.

Dmitri froze, breathing heavily. Blood dripped from his wounds. Anya lay against the wall, barely conscious, his cum still leaking down her thighs.

Viktor stood up slowly, smiling through his broken face.

"Last chance, Thorn. Give me the girl. Or watch both Blood Carriers die."

Dmitri looked at Anya. Her crimson eyes met his, filled with love, fear, and fading strength.

Then suddenly the church doors burst open. More armed men poured in — but these were not Viktor’s.

They were wearing the insignia of a new, unknown faction.

A tall woman with cold blue eyes stepped forward.

"Enough," she said. "Both of you have caused enough chaos. The Blood Carriers belong to us now. The Syndicate has claimed them."

Gunfire erupted again from all sides.

Dmitri grabbed Anya and shielded her with his body as bullets flew everywhere. Viktor laughed maniacally while fighting the new attackers.

In the middle of the three-way war, Dmitri carried Anya toward an exit, Elena following close behind.

But as they reached the doors, Anya’s body suddenly convulsed violently in his arms. The virus had reached its final stage.

Her crimson eyes rolled back.

"Dmitri..." she whispered one last time before going completely limp.

Dmitri’s roar of pure agony echoed through the burning church.

"ANYA!"