Monsters and Maidens (144 to 150)

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[144] [Mark]

Mark woke with a start. He’d been feeling a soothing warmth all around him when his mind had finally managed to kick in and sound the alarms. His hand was grasping the knife instantly, his eyes looking wildly around the room in an attempt to spot the direction the danger was coming from.

He was met with silence.

The sun outside had dimmed, the shutters were closed, and there was no real source of light within. He could vaguely make out the bodies in the room. Noah was still in the corner, tied up, slumped, breathing deeply. Shery was on the smaller half-sunken bed, snoring. There was the soft sound of water, and Mark’s eyes turned towards an object that hadn’t been there when he went to sleep.

A tub.

In the dim light, he couldn’t quite see the details, but he could spot the glimmering surface and the naked woman within. Brye’s back was turned to him, her head leaning against the bath’s edge, the only part of her that was visible. Everything else was submerged in the steamy tub.

“I’m keeping the others asleep.” She commented in a slow whisper. “I’m finishing my dip, so take your own if you want.” Her hand peeked over the water’s edge, gesturing at a bucket next to the bath. “Scrub yourself a bit before jumping in though, don’t want to dirty the water too much.”

With a soft sigh, she pulled herself up, slowly rising from the steamy water. The light from the window streaked inside, reflecting against her naked, wet body, leaving her curves contrasting with the dark. Her face hidden in shadows, Mark could still see the two golden orbs that stared at him with intensity. She stood there, hands not moving to try to cover herself and slowly teasing the skin of her hips.

“Why did you save me?”

The question was blurted out before Mark could even stop himself. It had been a constant intrusive thought at the back of his head ever since they’d escaped the Court. And he’d been unable to hold it off.

“You could’ve left me for dead.”

Brye turned away, looking at the two sleeping occupants in the room, and then glancing at the door. Her ears rotated and twitched, attentive, and clearly seeking out something Mark would be unlikely to detect. Eventually, she appeared satisfied with whatever she’d found.

“I saved you because I wanted to.” She finally proclaimed. Her hands began to glow with a dim purple light, casting her amused expression in a soft lavender light. Brye moved her palms towards her hair and shoulders, slowly caressing them in a downward fashion. In their wake, her skin and hair were left dry and smooth. “Not that I’m not being selfish. You’re worth several times your weight on elemental stones. And the Boss will want to meet you at the very least.”

The young man scoffed, prying his eyes away from her body as she stepped out of the tub. “And who’s this ‘Boss’ of yours, anyway?”

“He’s the Boss.” The fox shrugged simply. “Far as I can tell, he controls most of the underground, at least in this chunk of the kingdom.”

Mark snorted, standing from the bed and moving towards the bucket. “So what? Local drug dealer works for him or something? Why not find him and make a call?”

She didn’t answer his question. The maiden merely shook her head with a dismissive flick of her tail. Turning to face him, she cocked her head, stepping closer. Mark froze as she did, raising his arms in preparation to struggle, the knife still firmly within his grasp.

“Not going to do that.” She chided, cocking her hip and stopping close enough the dagger was almost poking her shoulder.

“Why should I trust you?”

“Have you ever been able to stop me?” She smirked, waiting for only a heartbeat as she stepped closer, grabbing the edge of the blade and pressing it against her stomach. Slowly, she dragged it up her body, drawing a sharp breath, pressing it against her throat. The human was left transfixed, unable to look away as she pulled it higher, kissing the tip of the sharp metal before closing her left eye and leaving it to press against her eyelid. “There.”

“What?”

“You want to kill me?” Her singular open eye glimmered golden in the dark. “That’s where you ought to stab me.”

“I-.”

“Either trust me, or kill me.” Brye pressed, letting go of the blade. “No room for middle-ground.”

He couldn’t move, his body remained fixed in place, a lump in his throat cutting his breath short. With a growl, he pulled the blade away and threw it to the ground, the clanking metal loudly speaking the words he could not coalesce into his mouth.

“There, much-.”

Whatever she was going to say, she clearly didn’t expect him to lunge and kiss her. He weighed more than she did, and that alone caused her to tip over. They fell, and she reacted. The human landed on his back, with Brye straddling his hips and clenching his throat with one hand. Anger flared in her eyes. Warm water that had spilled from the tub drenched the floor and his back.

“The fuck was that for?”

Mark laughed. “You weren’t reading my mind.”

Brye’s tails flicked. She let go, and for a fraction of a second, she flushed. The naked fox left his lap with an annoyed growl. “Do your own bathing.” She proclaimed, vanishing. The sound of ruffling fabric told Mark she’d teleported onto the bed and dove inside.

The young man kept a mild sense of accomplishment, stripping off of his clothes down to the briefs. He found the stool and the bucket, and used them to quickly scrub away most of the grime from the wilderness off of his body. The cool cold water woke up his mind and left him feeling far better than he’d been hours ago.

With his eyes turned towards the tub, the human hesitated only as he noticed Brye looking his way. She’d used the sheets to cover herself all the way save her head. The vulpine maiden’s gaze remained firmly fixed on him, expression entirely unreadable as he stripped the final piece of cloth and dipped into the warm waters. If he had to bet, she was being pissy at having been one-upped for once.

He ignored it, turning to the bath. Mark cringed a bit at how hot the water was, making his submersion slow and steady. Though it was certainly not unwelcome, it didn’t take too long to adjust to it and just lay with his back turned towards the larger bed. His gaze bouncing between the window and the other two occupants in the room.

Eventually, he just stopped letting his thoughts wander and locked onto Noah. “I’m sick and tired of having her be a prisoner.” He proclaimed with a grunt.

He was aware Brye was listening, but the fox held back her comment for several long seconds. “If you want to kill her, the Boss likely has a few psychics under his thumb that ought to know how to pull it off without turning it into a brain-butchery.”

Mark submerged himself into the water, allowing the heat to suffuse into his body. His thoughts kept bouncing between so many things he couldn’t quite decide on which one to focus on. “And what if I don’t want her dead?”

The laugh was mirthless, cold and cruel. “Do you own her, then?”

That startled Mark. He turned to look at her as she lay on the bed under the sheets. His brow furrowed as he then glanced back at Noah and her sleeping form as she was curled up in the corner. The idea solidified in the back of his mind. “She tried to kill me.” He said with a slight frown. “I get to decide what happens to her.”

There was no room for any other option. Noah was dangerous, but she’d proven just how capable she could be if she wanted to. As soon as he’d said the words, it felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. The resolution crystallized with a snap, and Mark suddenly realized Brye was laughing louder now.

“Ok, then, Mr. Offworlder, you decide what happens to her.” There was no small amount of mirth in Brye’s voice. The maiden wriggling on the bed as she turned away from him. “But if you want help, you will have to ask for it.”

She snapped her fingers, and Noah abruptly drew breath, squeaking awake and rapidly looking around the room. Her eyes met Mark’s, and she froze, curling tighter into the corner, round ears perked and attentive, her whole body tense and attempting to make itself as small as possible.

Something soft and smooth caressed Mark’s thoughts. He tensed, eyes widening as he suddenly realized someone was touching his mind.

Noah’s eyes abruptly sharpened, glowing with a soft violet light.

[145] [Mark]

Seated within the warm bath in the dimly lit room, Mark’s thoughts ran through a thousand scenarios. Noah was in his mind. She was using her powers. He wanted her out, and he didn’t know how. His mind shoved against the soft feeling of a caress that was right at the edge of his thoughts, but it was like trying to punch water. It just moved out of the way and right back in.

She was just as surprised, eyes wide and attentive, flicking towards the beds and then towards Mark. There was some hesitation in that gaze that made alarms within his mind to go off. He remembered the waterfall, the darkness, the manic laughter, the joyous feeling of impending death.

His body lunged out of the tub with a slosh of hot water and Noah’s thoughts lashed against his own. Pain exploded in the front of his head, but he didn’t stop. Mark’s eyes sought for something to use, anything in his mad dash towards the diminutive maiden. And he locked onto a singular purple berry, its form almost glowing under the light as if put there by someone else.

Noah panicked, squealed and moved her arms wildly. More pain burst through Mark’s mind. Everything was turning white, his neck tightened until it was rock hard, his jaw tightly clenched. He wanted to speak out, scream, maybe even call for help, but the attack was trying to lock his body in place and succeeding. Two more steps, and Noah was starting to get desperate, scurrying harder against the corner, nails scratching at the wood, voice rising in a shrill scream as her whole body began to glow brighter.

“STOP!”

His shout came right as his vision had started to blur. There was an abrupt halt to the attack and pain, and Mark didn’t waste the moment to gather his wits. He crossed the remaining distance and shoved the berry into her mouth right as she’d tried to draw breath again.

Noah choked, biting into it and the juice exploding within her mouth. It drenched her throat and chest. Mark quickly covered her mouth and pressed so her mouth would jam. “Swallow.”

Her body moved on instinct, and she did. The maiden groaned, coughing and leaning into the wood. Noah’s face flushed as she drew in a sharp breath, shuddering and wriggling as she fought against the wires that restrained her wrists and ankles. She was still trying to attack him. He could feel her mind bumping against his own, unfocused and looking for something to latch onto. But it was lacking the reactiveness it had before. It was easier to shove away.

Mark’s hands reached for her ears and twisted them hard. Noah let out a squeak and froze. “Stop.” He replied, pinching hard enough for her to shudder. “Stop or I swear to God I’ll rip them off one piece at a time.” With a squeeze, she became very still.

The human frowned as he looked down at her. Didn’t she have a gag on moments ago? His head whipped to the large bed. Brye was there, laying on her stomach and looking his way with a grin, golden eyes glimmering in the dark. Her fingers moved and between them, he saw another berry. Had she placed the one he’d used within his line of sight? “Need help?”

Grunting, Mark turned away from her and focusing back to Noah before she could gather her wits. “You don’t get to use your powers, especially not on me.” He twisted his fingers in the pinching motion, making her squirm and whimper. “Are we clear on this?”

Noah nodded.

And Mark frowned. “Say it.”

“Y-.” Noah coughed. “Yes…”

Was this enough? Before, it might have. Not anymore. “Yes, what?” He pinched harder.

“Yes… sir!” The mouse gulped, shuddering, face flushing red as she drew in shuddering breaths. “Yes sir.” She repeated, wriggling as his fingers held the round, warm, sensitive flesh firmly.

His mind stumbled through what to do next. He… what did he want? His eyes coursed down her naked body, the purple juice that dripped and coated her pale skin. She had goosebumps, and she was breathing hard, face flushed as she drew in air sharply with every gasp. He could feel the flesh of her ears warming up, redder by the second.

Mark knew all too well the effects of the berry.

His mind flashed to the cave, to Brye, the ropes, then the forest and Victoria. And for a moment, he thought back to his father, the sound of his mother shouting.

Mark’s lips thinned, moving rather than thinking. He grabbed Noah and checked the bindings keeping her wrists tied together. The only one that was keeping her fixed in place was one of the wires that looped around her throat and was tied to a metal ring embedded to the wall.

The human undid that specific binding and grabbed her shoulder. The maiden was very light, far more than she should have been for her size. She shrieked, trying to kick out and stop him. “Stay still.” He ordered, and her body went rigid. Her breathing grew panicked and short. He just took her towards the stool next to the tub, sitting her down. “Stay put.” He ordered, not that he needed this time around. The maiden was frozen in place and watching his every move with wide eyes, as if waiting for him to cut her throat any second.

He tied the wire from her throat to one of her hands, keeping it firmly behind her back. It was undoubtedly uncomfortable, and she would choke herself if she tried to break out, but he did not care, undoing the wire holding his hands so that only her left hand would be free. He’d seen Brye do the knots a couple dozen times already, so it wasn’t too hard to pull off. “Clean yourself.” Mark proceeded to put one of the wet cloths on her free hand.

Noah looked at him as if he’d just grown a second head and asked her to sing a song.

Naked and feeling colder by the second, he didn’t have patience for the situation. His fingers pinched at her ears harshly, twisting them until she squeaked. “Wash yourself.” He repeated with a growl this time. “Get that shit off of your body.”

The Tigermouse hesitated, nodding hastily and pulling the cloth closer into her grasp. She didn’t hesitate as much to drench it in water, either. It took her some effort to start applying the cloth to herself as she was using her off hand, especially with the frequent pauses she made every handful of seconds. Each time, she’d look over her shoulder towards Mark, the young man not having moved an inch the entire time, keeping a firm grasp of her ears every step of the way.

His mind was moving through the steps. Ears were painful, and his commands snapped her into a reaction. He couldn’t really claim he had control over her, but by the looks of it, he could at least stop her from trying to hurt him if he reacted in time.

And as the cloth moved from her arms to her chest, Noah’s breathing started getting ragged. The movements started to slow down, a blush was creeping down her neck. The mouse’s hand lingered as the rough cloth brushed against her erect nipples, sharp breath and a wriggling naked bottom against the hard wooden stool. Mark noticed her tail whip to the side and wrap around his ankle softly as her hips made a slight rhythmic motion.

“Just finish already.” He ordered.

The young woman almost dropped the cloth, shuddering with a deep breath, hand pressing hard against her chest and squeezing her small breast.

Noah trembled. She shook like a leaf as she moved her only free hand downwards. Her head hung, and she closed her eyes tightly as the hand continued its way between her thighs. With a squeak, she humped her own hand, and Mark felt himself grow hot when he realized the way she’d interpreted his orders.

The anger within him sputtered to a hesitant halt. He glanced the other way, keeping his hands firmly on her ears as Noah moaned softly. Her body was moving rhythmically, the scent of her arousal lingering in the air. Mark could feel his body reacting, but he pushed the thought away, tightening his grip on Noah’s ears until she squeaked. “Get it out of your system.” He ordered, his mouth feeling dry.

He drew the line there.

He would not rape her.

Yet the order appeared to break damns within the mouse. Noah moaned louder this time, her tail tightening around his ankle. The woman was quickly working herself higher. She pushed herself into it with increasing abandon, rhythmic squeaks and wet noises, erotic gasps and squeals. The young woman didn’t take long. She tensed, an abrupt orgasm that didn’t quite stop her since she almost immediately got back into it. She leaned against Mark, the soft skin of her back pressing against his erection as she breathed in, eyes tightly shut, hand furiously working at her wet cunt with her only free hand.

With every ragged breath, her small breasts bobbed back and forth, gleaming under the light. She squealed, another orgasm, and this one didn’t bring pause. Her legs widened as her fingers dug deeper into her pussy. Noah was clearly lost in sensation, entirely ignorant of how her rhythmic thrusting was teasing Mark’s cock with her back as she pressed further into him.

The young man was half paralyzed and half transfixed, hands gripping her ears as his thoughts had ground to a halt at the display she was unintentionally putting up for him. The sensation of her body against his own caused him to flush and grow hotter, and his fingers pinched more roughly into her ears.

Noah shrieked, entire body going rigid as her eyes opened wide. The sound died in her throat as she choked, pressing against Mark hard enough the stool moved and she fell to the floor. On her back, staring up at him, she heaved for air, body flushed and shuddering, her tail firmly gripping his ankle as her right hand remained tied behind her back, the left one knuckle deep in her sex.

She met his eyes, a gaze of deep satisfaction within her. With a deep gulp, she spoke. “Thank you.” She managed between heaves for air, closing her eyes and slowly going limp.

He gulped, looking down at the naked prone woman and entirely unsure what she was thanking him for. But a different realization slivered into his mind, and his head whipped to look towards the bed.

Brye lay on her stomach, face flushed and a deep smirk on her lips.

Somehow, Mark felt he’d stepped into a territory he shouldn’t have gone into.

[146] [Rick]

Rick lay on the piece of cloth that he’d come to call ‘bed’ over the past… month? Had it really been a month? His gaze lingered on the night sky. He would’ve been fighting a headache if not because of Dia’s literally magical touch on his temples, having just about gotten rid of any and all ails, aches, pains, and sores. The pink haired maiden pressed her fingers softly against his temples.

Meanwhile, Monica lay atop his chest, cheek pressed firmly against his shoulder, breasts against his stomach.

At least she hadn’t been growling for the past day or two.

“Sir, are you sure you’d rather sleep here?” Dia asked as she moved her fingers to his earlobes. The human was far too tired and relaxed to properly do anything other than feel the stress easing away under the touch that could only be magic.

Turning his head slightly, he glanced at the ‘company’ in the clearing. The twin maidens Victor had brought with him were currently busy setting up his ‘tent’. It was a small circular hut, maybe four meters across, though the living accommodation in of itself wasn’t really impressive. The way the twins kept pulling the pieces out of seeming thin air certainly was.

The merchant had offered to set up one for him. Rick figured Dia must have heard the offer.

“I’d rather focus on getting Monica accustomed to not sticking to me like glue.”

The nurse smiled, a tiny hint of mirth as she moved her fingers upwards, digging into his scalp. “She is afraid of losing you, sir, of course she’d be overly protective.” Dia paused for a moment, fingers moving to his face, closing his eyes for him. “Would you wish to continue with her training?”

“As much as I’d love to be able to neglect that… guess we ought to add another lesson.”

“Should I strip?”

“What is it about you and suddenly being so bold about sex?”

“Sex?” Monica perked up, squeezing him slightly as she did.

“No sex.” He replied, watching her sigh and return to hugging him.

“It is the language she understands best.” The nurse spoke. “Since I can’t really expect to make things clear in other ways.”

“Aren’t you… uncomfortable?”

“I don’t mind if it’s to help you, sir.” She deflected, keeping his eyes closed as her fingers applied light pressure on his cheeks. “Though I do admit I would find it more enjoyable if you liked it as well.”

Rick’s brows furrowed slightly. “Is this coming from Irene?”

There was a little giggle. “Some of it.” She admitted. “She had much to talk about your world’s overwhelming volume of… pornographic content.”

“Wait, wh-!?” He tried to speak, but her fingers pressed against his lips. Rather than let her, he opened his mouth and bit on her digit. The nurse pulled back as if it had actually hurt her. Rick looked up at her and ignored Monica’s chuckle. “I don’t know what that psychic has found out about my world, or shared with you, but if you want to know something, then ask me. I don’t want you running around under assumptions that could have been cleared out.”

She looked down at him with some hesitation, then slowly looked around as she bit her lower lip. Then, she leaned down, meeting his eyes as their faces got closer. Her purple irises seemed to glimmer as her cheeks turned bright red. “Did you… does sir like it when I call him ‘master’?”

And just like that, Rick’s face turned an equally beet red.

“Rick.” Monica’s paw pressed down on his face, blocking the view as she grumbled, biting down on his shoulder in a nip that made him yelp and jump.

He barely managed to escape her hug and up to his feet. “Ok, that’s it, lesson time.” With a scowl, he pointed at Monica. “Shirt.”

Her eyes widened, then narrowed. “No shirt.”

Snorting loudly, Rick moved to stand next to the still seated Dia. His hand patted her head, and the nurse smirked at Monica. “Yes shirt.” She added with smugness, pinching the fabric of her own shirt and tugging. “Pets.”

“It’s lesson time.” The chemistry teacher commented, keeping a steady look at the large feline.

Monica’s begrudgingly stood up. Making annoyed noises under her breath, she moved towards Rick’s sack and, with a flick of her claw, opened it up. She pinched out the topmost piece of clothing, revealing the over-sized white piece of clothing. “Shirt.” She proclaimed, throwing it at Rick and extending her paws towards him so he could help her put it on.

And no sooner was it on that she yanked him to sit on her lap.

“Pets.” she now stated as he was made to straddle her hips.

Rick rolled his eyes and obliged, giving her head a couple of seconds’ worth of attention before he moved to stand back up. Except she didn’t let him. Arms wrapped around his chest and pressing him against her covered breasts, the maiden purred and leaned over, pinning him to the ground. Her head tilted to the side for a moment, breathing in deeply, and then sighed, nodding in determination and looking back at him.

“Rick lesson.” She declared, proceeding to lick his face. “Word.”

“Sir, should I…?”

“No, no… let’s see where this is going.” He rubbed his sleeve against his face to wipe off some of the spit. Looking up at her eager smile, he sighed. “Word.” It was clear she wanted to have a new word on her vocabulary, so might as well try.

Nodding, she proceeded to kiss him.

“Kiss?”

“No kiss.” She shook her head, kissing him again, then kissing on his chest, then thrusting her hips against him. “Sex?”

“…ok, sex?” Rick frowned.

“Sex, sex, sex, sex.” She now declared, frowning. “Hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt, torture. Sex, sex, sex… Word?”

“Orgy?” He frowned, watching her lean away, letting go though keeping him pinned on the ground.

“Orgy?” Monica frowned further. “Sex, sex, sex, sex, orgy? Rick orgy Monica?”

He wanted to groan. Rick rubbed at the bridge of his nose. “Do you have a word for lots of sex?”

“Not in the way she likely intends.” Dia giggled, keeping herself to the side. Her tone was light, but her eyes were worried, keeping a very sharp eye on Monica’s movements.

“Word!” the feline complained, drawing the attention back to her. “Orgy? Yes? Orgy? No? Rick orgy Monica?”

“I’ll just go for orgy.” The human sighed. “Orgy yes, Monica.”

“Orgy, word.” A firm nod, finally pulling away from him and crossing her arms. There was a strange look in her eyes as she glanced at Dia before her focus drifted off towards the edge of the clearing. “Monica hunt. Rick no orgy Dia.”

“Wait, Monica, what do you-!?”

With an explosion of dirt and dust, the feline had broken into a full sprint towards the forest. The human was left surprised and confused as she clearly had something in mind he was not too sure he wanted to find out.

“That… is new.” He frowned slightly, glancing at Dia and then back at the figure of the Sabertooth as she vanished into the woods. “What… why would she do that?”

“She… wanted to hunt?” She provided with a slight shrug. “If sir wants her to come back, you could trigger the collar’s discipline spell… I am unsure how effective it would be on someone as strong as Monica though.”

“Let’s not.” Rick shook his head, grunting as she helped him stand up.

“Are you hesitant on whether it would be effective, sir?”

“It’s electroshock. If I ever have to use that on someone, it will be if it’s an emergency.” With a frown, he shook his head. “But I’ll figure something out to punish her when she gets back.”

“Maybe you should ‘orgy’ me to show her you don’t follow her rules, but that she should follow yours?” Dia’s cheeks were flushed as she reached out to grab his hand, her skin soft and warm. “Master?”

Looking down at her bashful smile, the way she bit her lower lip, how she squeezed his fingers, a stray thought came to him. A warm bed, a small box, a forgotten apartment. Rick didn’t let the memory take root, leaning into her and feeling how she wrapped her arms around him as they kissed.

He suddenly realized they’d not properly shared much of any intimacy during these past few weeks, the feline having always been around. Rick pulled Dia harder against himself, and she cooed, melting into his embrace. “Maybe we should ask Monica to hunt more often… maaaster.”

“Why…” He slowed down, caressing her back. “Do you like calling me that?”

“Don’t you?”

The young man pondered on the question. He took her lips once more rather than answer, not quite sure how to take it, though quite certain there was more meaning to the word than what Dia was letting on.

“Sometimes. In the bedroom only.”

He had many more things to say about it, but the maiden kept him far too busy to be able to elaborate.

[147] [Kat]

Kat glared at Lizzy. Lizzy blinked back at Kat. The human slowly circled the tent, hands extended open on either side as she was very carefully approaching the naked, scale-covered green-haired sexy feral-born maiden. “Just a bit… closer…” the human whispered under her breath.

She leapt forward.

Lizzy reacted faster, springing over Kat, lightly touching the ceiling, and hopping right back down on the opposite side of the tent. The scaly maiden reached into the pouch she’d stolen from Kat, pulling out another strip of boar jerky and chewing on it.

The Salalexis blinked at Kat as if wondering why the human had tried to do that in the first place.

“Ma’am, if you ask, I could…”

“No, no, this is personal.” Kat brushed off her bruised pride, glaring at her target.

Ginny blushed and kept herself on the corner of the tent, hugging her knees as she sighed in exasperation. The Draco looked at Kat and then at Lizzy, claws twitching as she clenched her knees a bit more tightly. Kat, for her part, was approaching the Salalexis again, slowly, inching her way closer and closer. This time she made sure not to jump out, very carefully and slowly getting closer to the very still maiden.

There was no escape attempt, but as Kat began to reach out for the bag, Lizzy began moving it away from her grasp. It ended in a rather predictable manner, with Kat hugging Lizzy as the maiden kept her other arm stretched out and doing her best to keep the baggy out of Kat’s reach.

“Come on~!” Kat complained, changing strategies and blowing air into Lizzy’s ear. The maiden squirmed and grimaced, and with that the human had managed to snatch the bag. “Aha!”

Lizzy’s mouth opened, the tongue shooting out and ripping the bag right out of her hands. This time she didn’t even chew, the whole damn bag went down her gullet, Lizzy barely looking bothered by having swallowed the whole thing. Kat was pretty damn sure there was a smug edge inside those wide, unblinking eyes.

“You...”

There was a whirlwind of movement. A blur of color that mixed the green with the blue, and a moment later there was a cry, and by the time Kat realized what had happened, Lizzy was pinned on the ground, both arms painfully twisted behind her back as Ginny had her knee behind the maiden’s head.

“Ma’am, are you alr-?”

“What are you doing!?” Kat raised her voice, pushing at Ginny’s shoulders until the Draco had lifted her knee from Lizzy’s head and stepped away. The human glared at the Draco. “We were playing a game, it was perfectly safe!”

“Ma’am, she used-.”

“I know what she did! I didn’t ask for your help.”

“But she…” Ginny hesitated, meeting Kat’s glare and faltering. She lowered her head. “I’m sorry ma’am, it won’t happen again.”

A single pause and Kat faltered, her focus shifting to Lizzy as the feralborn maiden had shot right from the spot she’d been laying on and stuck herself to the roof. The scales shifted in coloration, going from green to an off white. “Fuck, fantastic.” Kat growled, stomping her foot and looking up at the maiden that was attempting to camouflage herself with the cloth. “It’s going to be another hour before she calms down.”

“It… won’t happen again, ma’am.”

“I’m sure it won’t.” Kat gestured at Lizzy as the maiden tried very hard to remain very still. “Just… just get her down of there. I’m going for some air.”

Ginny hesitated, her stubby tail going stiff. “Ma’am, I should-.”

“There’s nothing out there with the balls to get close to Monica, it’s safe enough.”

She didn’t wait for a response, stepping outside and feeling like there should be a wooden door for her to slam shut. Instead, she got a very flimsy curtain to leave rustling behind her. And she might have been more mad about it if she hadn’t very nearly rushed head-first against a very familiar broad chest.

“Tomas?” she asked, startled and stepping back.

“Oh, hi.” The young man awkwardly scratched at the back of his head, glancing towards the entrance to the tent, hut, thing. “Having… trouble?”

“No, no, just… needed a little air.” Kat’s eyes scanned the area. “Where’s… your elf?”

“Freya? She’s doing some perimeter patrol… thing.”

Oh? “Great! I mean, erm.” She coughed. “I mean, great, erm… you… wanted something?”

“You. No, wait-.”

Kat chuckled, leaning closer, grinning up at him. “Hey, if you wanted some fun~…”

The young man shook his head. “No, yes, I just, I don’t know?” He nervously smiled. “Just wanted to hang out.”

Close enough. “Sure.” She grabbed his arm and yanked him away from her hut and into the mess within. With practiced ease, she led the way, with Tomas stumbling to follow.

Kat didn’t really have much of a destination in mind, but anywhere else was sounding like the greatest idea in the world right now. It was an easy search. There was a nice open spot not too far from the camp that felt lonely enough and was just enough out of sight that they could pretend they were some place else.

“Here sounds nice.” She proclaimed and gestured to Tomas to sit down. Instantly she was on his lap, arms wrapped around that sexy strong neck of his and looking into his eyes.

He didn’t need her to tell him twice and kissed her. Kat really wanted to be able to purr right about now, God above, she’d been feeling so pent up she would’ve exploded if she had to take another week of having a nun disguised as a sexy dragon-girl following her every step at every moment of the day.

“I’ve missed you.”

“Shhh.” She did not want words. She kissed him harder, hands fumbling to pull her shirt up and expose her skin to some much needed air. Tomas fumbled with her bra, but points where they were due, he’d been faster than any of the previous quickies they’d gone through back before hitting the road.

He was hot and bothered, his body was hard and there was something about how certain he moved his hands that was pushing every button inside of her.

“Oh Master~!”

Both humans froze. Tomas was the quickest to panic of both of them, and Kat had to cover his mouth before he could say anything. They remained perfectly still, looking around, carefully staying very close to one another.

“Harder, harder please, give it to me haaaaiiiieieee!”

The voice was recognizable. The pink-haired nurse. It could be no one else. Still, Kat hesitated, trying to find the source. “Shit.” She spoke the word right as they’d spotted some of the stuff Rick had been lugging around. In the silence, they’d become very aware that their teacher was very clearly fucking the nurse not too far from them.

There might be only a bush in the way, maybe two.

“Stay very quiet.” Kat whispered into Tomas’ ear, hand reaching down, and-.

“Ahem.”

This time Tomas did jump. “Freya!?”

She was knocked off of his lap, falling to the ground and quickly trying to recover a sense of dignity or at least balance as she spotted the elf. The maiden had been right next to them, she could’ve tapped their shoulders if she’d wanted to.

“What was-mmfmff!?” Dia’s voice was muffled from the other side of the bush.

A long, shared silence, Tomas looked at Freya and then at Kat. And she saw guilt on his face as he did so. The expression felt wrong coming from him. The young man was quickly covering up his chest as he turned to Kat, reaching down to help her stand up.

She reacted without thinking, slapping his hand away.

“Kat?” He frowned.

“Sorry, I…” Kat went up to her feet, scrambling to lower her shirt and cover her chest. “See you later.”

She walked away before anyone could say anything and make things more complicated. She hurried back towards the tents, ignoring the sound of Tomas’ bumbling, fumbling attempts at excusing himself to that elf. Kat wanted to scream, but knew that the moment she raised her voice there would be a dozen different people asking her if she was alright or hurt or whatever.

That only made her want to scream louder.

[148] [Rick]

The silence was practically suffocating as Rick sat on the small cushion that served as a chair. His hands grasped at the metal cup as he used the warm liquid within helped soothe his nerves somewhat. It was a tea of some sort, with a dash of liquor having been added to it.

“So Monica…”

“Is still out hunting.” He replied with a slight nod. “We will have to stay here for another day at least.”

Victor didn’t seem quite reassured by his words. “And do you know when she’ll be back?”

“I know she’s within running distance if danger pops up.” Rick deflected. “She must have detected something dangerous and opted to get rid of it.”

A bluff. He didn’t have a clue about what Monica was hunting, and she most certainly wasn’t nearby. He only had a very vague sense that she was focused and excited in equal measure. And that was about it. The bond didn’t really let him peek more into the situation, though he most certainly wished it at least gave him a sense of distance and not just the direction to take to reach the Sabertooth.

The merchant didn’t seem all that convinced, but nodded. “And… you are sure we should stay here?”

“For the time being.” Rick nodded. “Freya and Ginny already set up a perimeter, and Monica made sure to scare off the ferals.”

He did not want to stay put, and the sooner they reached any semblance of civilization the better. But he couldn’t trust things would go well, and moving towards the next village on the map meant moving away from Monica. But he wouldn’t be saying those thoughts out loud, instead keeping his poker face as he did his best to read Victor’s expression.

The man didn’t appear too concerned, mostly seeming thoughtful.

“I have supplies to spare, so my main concern would be security.” A slight nod. “But it’s not like it would be wise to pressure a feralborn maiden that’s yet to properly learn discipline.” He moved to sit down on his own cushion, Victor made a gesture and one of the twins quickly approached. “I’d like something stronger.”

“Yes, sir.” The maiden nodded, kneeling next to the man and reaching out towards the void. Her hand vanished into thin air, the rest of her arm following soon after. Slowly, she pulled it back, and it came back into existence with a glass bottle.

The contents were a dark glassy brown, it reminded Rick of whiskey, but he wasn’t really sure.

Victor caught the interested look. “You’ve never seen a Mimica using her powers before?” At his words, the maiden tensed and bowed her head slightly. “Nothing to be ashamed of, they’re hard to come by so it wouldn’t be too strange that you haven’t had a chance to meet one yet.” He patted her shoulder. “I was very fortunate to find them, it would’ve been impossible to open up a new shop without their service. Saved me up plenty in transportation and safety.”

“So they have the power to store things away?” Rick nodded politely, noting the girl’s nervousness. “Do the stored objects keep their properties, or is it more like putting them on a shelf?”

“Hm? Whatever do you mean?”

“If I put this cup of tea into a bottle, and ask her to store it, would it still be hot if she took it out tomorrow? Would food spoil?”

“Oh! Though I’ve never tested whether things remain hot or cold, their magic doesn’t prevent food to spoil.” The man shook his head. “Their power has been described akin to creating a separate room to put things into.”

Nodding absently, Rick drank some more of his loaded tea. “Is this normal?”

“What is?” Victor tensed as the question was thrown his way, the maiden at his side had quickly left as soon as she’d stopped being the focus of the conversation.

“For this world, for this kind of interaction.” The teacher replied, shaking his head. “If I’m expected to spend a month in the Earl’s place, just what exactly should I… do?”

“That… that is a very peculiar question.” Victor stroked his chin. “I had thought the silence was a normal one. Was it making you uncomfortable? No, of course it was. I’m such a bad host.” Shaking his head, the man crossed his arms. “And here I believed I came from a place where things moved fast, you must be faster still, then? If such is the case…”

Rick quickly shook his head, and that seemed to snap the man right back on track.

“Yes, yes, so to start with, you’re not expected to spend a great deal of time with the Earl himself. You will be his guest, but you are unlikely to be with him save once every so often. It is highly dependent on his schedule.” He tapped his chin. “As a guest, you’ll also be able to come and go as you please, though spending too much time out and about might be seen in a bad light. What would you normally do for amusement in your world?”

“Read books is the only thing that I feel would translate into this world… also, theater I guess? Never did do much of that, but television…”

With a nod, the merchant took a long swing from his glass. “Then perhaps that should be your focus. The Earl has an extensive library no doubt, and every noble enjoys boasting of whatever it is their family has come to collect over the generations.” A moment of pause. “It is also the normal expectation that the host amuse the guest and not the other way around. You might not be a noble, but the invitation has been made clear. You could very well expect to be asked to partake in some boar hunting or to watch a play or two.”

“Boar hunting?”

“There are variations, but many nobles that have some personal forest will generally partake in boar hunting from time to time.” The man replied. “They use non-elemental guns, trying to take down a boar, usually one raised in captivity to make it an easier game.”

Rick’s neck tensed, his mind whirling towards the forest and the armored baron as he took the shot towards Monica. The loud deafening bang and the solid thud as if a canon had gone off. “Nonelemental.” He repeated under his breath. “So normal lead and gunpowder?”

“Most likely, though then again, the Earl might have a Goblina in his service, so enchanted boomwood might be used as an alternative.” A slight shrug in his dismissive response.

“What’s…” Rick sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “I just know this is going to be another aberration of chemistry, but what in the world is ‘boomwood’?”

Loud laughter met his question. “It’s a Goblina specialty, they can make any plant-based material burst in flames, explosively so if they have the time and experience to enchant it into a stable state. It’s a substitute to gunpowder in many places, especially in the northern desert where the feral Orc tribes roam.”

That gave Rick pause, he blinked a moment and frowned, turning to look down at the cup that he was holding onto. “Have you ever heard of feral Tigresses?” He wondered with a slight hesitation. “Do they just… roam?”

“Everyone’s heard of the feral tigresses.” Victor chuckled. “They’re often spotted near the dead-lands to the west, their territories make incursions into the area a rather dangerous endeavor.”

“But not on this side of the kingdom.”

“Oh!” He nodded. “Indeed, White-Claw… Monica, was quite the legend precisely because she’d been the first Tigress ever spotted in this portion of the kingdom. You have thoughts about this?”

“Just curious.” Rick nodded slightly as he rubbed at his chin in thought. “Monica and I have disparities in how we see things sometimes. I was thinking that maybe meeting another Tigress, a fully tamed one, might be of help to understand her better.”

As he said this, he felt something, a twitch, a shift. Rick’s back abruptly straightened as he looked over his shoulder towards the tent’s cloth walls. It took him a moment to properly place the feeling and the fact that it was coming from Monica herself.

“Something the matter?”

Rick nodded. “I think Monica’s found what she was looking for.”

[149] [Monica]

“Riiiiiiiiiiiiick! Foooooooood!”

Monica called out to him as she spotted her soft-one stepping out of the stinky one’s soft hut. She was making sure to drag the food food by the hard little legs because otherwise it would just rip against rocks or branches or things.

And she knew THIS had to be food food because it smelled like the food the stinky one ate and gave Rick. And Rick ate THAT, so there was no way this wasn’t the right food. Monica was very happy she’d caught scent of the big bulky food when she did, it might have escaped, and then she’d have to be hungry a lot again.

Her human hurried towards her, he smelled and felt of fear and apprehension, but it wouldn’t stop her. She presented her hunt to him, and that was all it took for him to start smelling of shock.

Monica was a very good with hunting, it had irked her that Rick had been the one to always give her food. She could bring food. “Food!” She proclaimed.

“Boar.”

“Mother fucking mutant giant hog more like.” Kat spoke as she hurried to look at Monica’s very fine hunt.

“Boar?”

“Word.” Rick quickly added, pointing a finger at her food food. “Boar.”

She hesitated for a moment. “Boar… food?”

If he said no, she was going to be so mad…

“Yes.”

Monica sighed, shoulders relaxing a bit. Of course this was food for Rick, it wouldn’t make sense if it wasn’t. Finally, she knew what he ate, she could hunt for him and find him some food. Maybe she could bring a weakened one? Maybe THIS time he would practice killing?

But there was something more important right now. Monica leaned in, grabbing Rick’s flimsy cover and sniffing his head. “Dia sex.” The weak tough-one’s scent was still lingering on him. But at least it hadn’t been orgy, only sex, sex, and sex. Rick also smelled more relaxed, which was good, he got tense too easily sometimes, even when she let him pet her.

Monica quickly drew Rick into her arms and licked his hair and face. A good start to get him to smell properly hers. He laughed, and the sound made her chirp up, he was happy? He smelled happy, and relaxed, and… Monica purred, licking his face. “Rick orgy Monica.” She proclaimed, she had hunted good food, and he was happy.

“Later.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Sex.”

“Food.”

That made her hesitate. She did want to eat. She’d snacked on some of the smaller ‘boar’ she’d hunted so she could show her big kill to Rick. “Monica good?” She asked, ears perked and tail hesitant.

His expression faltered, he didn’t look as happy. “Monica… good bad?” He made that face he did when there was a new word she didn’t know that was important.

She stomped her foot. “Monica good good.” She now proclaimed firmly, patting the bulky meaty delicious body of the food. “Monica hunt food. Rick eat food. Monica good good.”

There.

Crossing her arms, she nodded firmly, pulling him towards boar food. “Rick fire. Good food.”

Like the birds he had made for her back when he was trying harder to impress her. Rick might not be a good hunter, but he could make the food taste better. Which was perfectly fine for Monica, she could hunt for both of them, and she would be very happy if all their food tasted better.

Her soft-one reached up and patted her head. “Good Monica.” He pulled himself up to give her a kiss.

She preened, of course she was good, and of course Rick would see it her way. She purred, hugging him close. She really wanted to do sex right now to work off the happiness with the good tingles, but food…

“I… did not expect boars to get this big.”

The one who spoke was Tomas, he was impressed by Monica’s hunt, and that was far as she needed to understand. She’d learn more words, but she could always clearly make out what they were really feeling with their scent and tone.

“It looks like it eats adults for breakfast.” The older older softer softer one, Gabriel, also looked surprised, but not as much as the others. He was wary, always was.

“This… this size is not often found.” Stinky one said, also full of surprise, stepping closer to touch.

“No.” Monica growled at him, moving herself and Rick in the way. “Monica food, Rick food. No Victor food.”

“She’s doing the cute possessive thing again.”

“We need to process this…” Rick said, pushing himself away from her hug, scratching his head and looking over towards the others. “I am so not strong enough for this… or experienced.”

“We could help, sir, not our first hog, but…” The one to speak was the old-old-tough-plant-green one.

“Monica.” Her soft-one took her paw and tugged. “We need to do things, erm… wait here.”

She crossed her arms and flopped to the ground, crossing her legs. She knew Rick’s fire would take a while, not that she liked waiting, but she’d tried eating it before the waiting was over and it wasn’t as good. So she pouted and watched carefully. Maybe she’d learn the trick to it.

That made her curious. Maybe she could learn to make good food too? Then she could hunt and make it good before bringing it to Rick? But it felt like a hassle, and waiting so much was boring. Rick was better at waiting for things, he’d make the good food, and that was that.

Watching as Rick made the other tough ones move her hunt, Monica paid extra close attention. Her soft-one kept himself close to the food, protecting it. Which was good. There was the scaly shiny tough blue-one that wanted sex with Rick, but she was the one that was holding the long ‘rope’ thing to raise the food by the legs so that the sharp rock that were not-claws could be used to cut the food down into pieces Rick could carry.

Rick needed to be stronger so he could do these things himself. Monica sighed at that, he didn’t move heavy stuff, he didn’t kill. How could he get stronger otherwise? She fumed over it, he’d been becoming stronger as of late, only a bit, but the sex had been more fun. She really liked how he grabbed her, his hands always felt good all over her body, but especially on her soft big chest. Biggest around, another good thing.

Monica’s ears perked, maybe that was it? Sex was like fighting, it felt better in some ways, but it was tiring and made her feel sort of like she had fought someone real good until her arms and legs were tried. Though her arms and legs had never ended up shaking like when she had sex, but that was… good? Bad? Something to think later.

Sex was clearly the way to make Rick stronger. Since he refused to kill or hunt or fight.

Hm…

Her tail lashed and nose twitched, she realized she’d napped a bit while waiting. The food was mostly there. The softer parts of the food were put in a hole. Monica didn’t like that, maybe she’d eat those parts before Rick put them into the dirt. It’s not like he ate those parts since he’d use the fire on the rest to make it good.

“We will go clean up, to remove the scent of blood.” Blue-tough-one told Rick. The tone was one Monica liked, it showed Rick was above, important, strong. “The parasites though…”

“I can handle it, sir, I have spells to cleanse them and their byproducts.” The pink Dia declared, clearly thinking she was good like Monica. She wasn’t.

Monica approached Rick from behind as he was putting some pieces on the fire. She made sure to be soft, softer, hugging him and kissing his neck, inhaling his scent, purring and licking at his soft pale skin and leaving her own scent to mark him. “Rick good.”

He was her soft-one. A soft-one that made tough-one’s bow and fear. Even when he didn’t know hot to kill and was weaker than them.

“That you are, sir.”

The purring stopped, and Monica looked at Dia.

The pink-one that now smelled of Rick.

Monica’s arms tightened ever so slightly, though not enough to stop him from using the fire. Rick wanted sex with Dia, and wanted sex with Monica. But Rick was Monica’s soft-one. But what bothered Monica was that Rick would be angry at her if she hurt Dia.

Even though Dia had been a bahron. And bahrons had hurt Rick. She was… good bad good? It confused Monica a bit, not that she’d let it bother her so long as Rick knew who was in charge.

Even if it still didn’t make sense to her.

Burying her head on Rick’s shoulder, she refused to think about it any further. She’d have good food, and then she’d have good sex and good orgy. Monica’s legs shifted slightly, remembering that she had sex with Dia too.

She still wasn’t sure whether that was good or bad. She did know sex with Rick wasn’t just good but important, so she’d pay it no mind and focus on who really mattered.

[150] [???]

Running a stable was one of the easiest jobs out there. The maidens took care of themselves, and so long as the Lord of Seledo didn’t give some orders to send out the knights, most of their work was patrolling the roads surrounding the town. For Louis, it was a rather simple life he’d inherited from his father. All he really had to do was focus on making sure their health and dietary needs were in top shape, and from time to time he’d have to take in a feralborn filly and teach her the ropes.

Well, that would be the case normally. Ever since the feral rush, however, Louis had been particularly busy coordinating with the various reconstruction attempts. Those of the Centaur genus were highly sought after since they could quickly deliver most of the needed supplies back and forth.

So it was not much of a surprise to see a well dressed Mousegirl rushing up to him with a desperate look in her eye. The older man expected her to hand over a request for nails or perhaps even glass, insisting it was the most important thing in the world.

“Sir! Sir! A woman has come to meet you!”

Her words caught him by surprise. “A woman?”

“A human woman, yes!” She nodded emphatically. “The Lady is waiting for you in your office! She insists it is very important business!”

That jolted him right up. A Lady? But it could not be THE Lady, the local nobles had left when the ferals hit, and had yet to return. Perhaps this was one of the alleged women that had been rumored to appear in Astunes? Louis dismissed the diminutive maiden as he rushed towards the stables.

The moment he entered through the main doors, his gaze immediately went towards the new fillies working on packing up the grooming gear. They were pale and quiet, looking at him with startled eyes and slowly shaking heads.

There could be no louder signal that he should play things with extreme caution. Whoever this Lady is, she was important. “Rachel, I want you to stay outside for the time being.” He whispered to his fiancée.

The coal black Centaur still put up a face was of protest, but she knew better than to complain over the preferences of nobility. “Best of luck. I will keep a sharp ear if you need me.” She leaned down in a slight bow, her hands reaching for his hair and gently combing the mess of light blue into something more presentable. Her hooves clopping twice as she turned to usher the fillies out of the stables so as to ensure there would be no other eavesdroppers other than herself.

A slight pause as he straightened his shirt, approaching his office’s door and opening it.

Stepping inside, the door closed behind him, and three things became apparent to him at the same time. First, there was a stuffiness in his ears that seemed to muffle out any sound within the room and from outside of it. Experience told him of a spell meant to dampen noise. The second was the scent. A floral sweetness that filled his lungs instantly, his whole body becoming too hot for his clothes.

The third was the woman sitting on his chair.

Naked and glowing with dark purple energies, her breasts hung heavy on her pale skin. Her hair had looked black for a split second, but a second look confirmed it to be a fiery red. The flames cascaded down her figure, framing those massive tits and deliciously pink nipples. Louis found his mouth dry and starving, his whole body shivering as thoughts were starting to become harder to put together.

There was some attempt at an alarm, caution, maybe even fear, but those large orbs of flesh called to him.

Without a sound, without so much as a whisper, the man walked towards the woman, feeling as if in a dream. His hands reached out for the hefty mounds of flesh, fingers digging into them. Their perfect softness pulled his hands further in, as if he could sink into them. He didn’t know what was happening, and the longer he touched, the more he realized he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Drink.”

The command need not be said twice. Louis felt his knees fail him and his face fall at the level with the two most perfect breasts he had ever witnessed. He leaned forward, kissing the thick nipple and tasting the sweet aroma that filled his mouth like the sweetest of treats.

Something was wrong. His mind fought against the notion. What could be wrong about this? There could never be anything wrong with this.

CRACK

The sound came from behind him, but Louis couldn’t care, not when he was tasting the most delicious nipple in the world. There were words, other words, but not ones relevant for this, for what really mattered. He licked and suckled, hoping for liquid that didn’t come, yet satisfied with the taste all the same.

The human only cared about the other things when he had to move to make space. Dimly he realized Rachel had taken it upon herself to tackle the other breast with her own mouth. His body shuddered with waves of bliss that were becoming more intense with every suckle.

And then, horror of horrors, the perfect breasts pulled away from his grasp.

He moaned in complaint right as Rachel whinnied next to him. Their dazed eyes could not look away from the pair of tits, finding himself too weak to get closer.

“I have some things I will ask of you.” The breasts spoke, and they nodded. “And you will give it to me.”

“Please.” Rachel begged, her whinny of need only vaguely drawing Louis’ attention enough to realize she’d used her powers to turn her body into its more pleasing fully human shape.

“Anything.” Louis added.

“Shhhh.” The breasts called, hands caressed Louis’ body, and his skin burned for the attention he was receiving.

The human realized all too quickly he needed to be naked, he had to be, he burned and throbbed, his every desire pushing out of him and screaming against the scratchy clothes. He could not bring himself to strip fast enough, fortunately Rachel was there to help him. The look on her eyes was glass, far away and distant, hidden behind a fog of impenetrable ecstasy.

The stranger’s hand was caressing her head, and Louis realized this was the true pleasure. His focus shifted just in time to see the other hand reaching for his own scalp, and immediately everything exploded into white hot bliss. Fire consumed his every sense, boiling pleasure that removed all capacity for thought or desire. It was like nothing he had ever experienced and so much more than what he could have hoped for.

His body felt like it had all reached orgasm at once. But calling it such would be an insult, his nerve endings sang with a pleasure that seared itself into his mind. So powerful was the sensation that he barely even registered that he was madly thrusting into someone, fucking, somehow, it didn’t matter, all was bliss.

“That’s good.” The breasts spoke, praising them, them? Louis thrust again, and Rachel moaned. “Let’s start simple. I will be taking two of your girls.”

“Yes! Yes!” Man and maiden nodded in agreement, delirious and feverish, entirely unable to stop.

“One more thing…” The hands caressing their heads clutched slightly, tightening its grip on their skulls. All it did was send more tingles through their bodies. “You will tell me everything you know about the merchant called Victor… and about the man who captured White Claw.”

Nothing would bring them greater bliss than to tell the woman everything they knew.

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Preview Part 22:

Captain Eustine walked down the corridors of the ‘palace’ with a sense of inevitable doom and tedious hassle. She felt her upper lip stiffen as she noticed that the usual Drow guard had been replaced with Dark Elves from Lady Embla’s personal unit. She could understand the desire to protect this human pet of hers, but there were surely better uses for these maidens than to stand around a room and do nothing all day?

There were still predatory ferals within the Court’s safe zone! How was one human worth more than the increased security for everyone!?

“Captain.”

The Dark Elf gave a lazy salute to her fellow, and Eustine could only stiffen her upper lip, returning the salute in turn. “I’ve come to meet… the human.”

“Yes, the Lady gave clear orders.” A firm nod.

The following silence had been meant for Eustine to use and step into the personal chambers the human was currently inhabiting. She, however, didn’t. Her eyes glared at the wooden door as she inwardly desired to blow the whole palace into one gigantic fireball.

“He is not like the humans from the kingdom.” The comment startled her slightly into looking at the guard who’d spoken up.

“And I should take that comment how exactly?” The maiden’s cheeks lit up slightly. “You… should remove your collar.”

Eustine stiffened. “I will do that when I deem it adequate.”

The two guards shared a look and a knowing smirk. There was something there Eustine was not privy of. She scowled. “I will have you know, the human I am bonded to is not a prisoner.”

“We are very aware, ma’am.” Both nodded quickly, finally showing proper discipline and stiffness as they did.

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