Amura By: Darkfang Magus. ## Part 2. * * * ## Samantha's Apprentice Raven hair and ruby lips Sparks fly from her finger tips Echoed voices in the night She's a restless spirit on an endless flight Wooo hooo witchy woman, see how High she flies Woo hoo witchy woman she got The moon in her eye She held me spellbound in the night Dancing shadows and firelight The Eagles. "Witchy Woman" Eagles. Asylum, 1972. Vinyl. ["Amura"](%5C) ## 12 The Price of Power. Chenoa Lagotinus: a troublemaker perhaps, but still a very true and dear friend. Amura had gotten a chance to talk with her finally, as Chenoa was spending a vacation in the palace and being served by the King's concubines. Apparently, Chenoa, Shane, and Neko had been spending their time wisely; rotating between training for free on the palace grounds, and relaxing in the lavish luxury of the palace itself. When Amura found her, Chenoa was lying in a hammock being hand-fed grapes, while another maiden brushed her fur. "Mmmm, I could get used to this," Chenoa noted. Amura just smiled, the vixen was certainly enjoying herself. "Where's Neko?" Amura asked. She saw Chenoa sigh. "Oh... she is off studying again, seems she has found some secret training place to go. I tried to follow her and see where she is going but that girl is impossible to track." Amura just nodded and sat down beside her friend. They talked for a while and Amura found that Chenoa and Shane were anxious to get out. It had been two weeks and they were tired of training. Plus, if they proved themselves a bit more fully, the King had suggested acknowledging their knighthood. Shane would be reinstated easily enough after such proof, but Chenoa had been dishonorably discharged during the scandal back home, so they really need to contact Warrington before she could be knighted. Amura took a short walk and questioned Shane as well, but he only left her with more questions. "She found an old friend of mine to keep her busy while I am out campaigning with the imperials," Shane said with a chuckle. "I suspect they will have quite a bit of fun, though I will miss her for the time being". Amura talked a bit more, but it was getting late and nobody gave her any straight answers, so she decided to get to bed. Amura walked back into the bedchambers and was met soon after by Panthaleon. They did not rest, other things were in store. Sometime later, tired yet sated, the tigress went to sleep. Amura was not really supposed to leave the grounds for a while, so she passed the time however she could. Taking advantage of the veteran soldiers, Amura participated in a great deal of sword-training and found that she quite enjoyed it. Shane taught her much, but some of her most useful training came from practicing with a retired battlemage who lived in the city. He showed her that she could be even more effective with a slender sword that allowed her increased agility. Amura continued her training, and by the time that her pregnancy made training difficult, she had learned much.** Amura sat up in her bed and looked around. It had been a long time since she had come to the city; that was for sure. Thinking back, she realized that it had been over four months. During that time, Chenoa had finally gotten too restless and decided to join the Royal Army on a campaign. Amura had no idea when the vixen would return, but she hoped that Chenoa would make it back fine. Amura heard a familiar noise beside her, and knew that it was time to attend to the cub. He was not one who liked to be kept waiting. She smiled while leaning over and brought the cub to her breast. She was very happy to be here, but still... Amura was getting restless. She couldn't help it, she needed to be doing something, she just couldn't settle down yet. Looking out the window, Amura could see the endless landscape spread out before her, and she hungered to explore. Amura's royal silken robes felt foreign against her striking blue fur. Constantly she was shooing away servants who tried to attend to her every need. If I stay here much longer, I may never be able to get out. It was night, and Amura slept; though now quite peacefully. As if in a dream, she felt a hand stroke her neck. The gentle fingertips ran down her side and then back up over her chest. Amura was starting to wake as the figure straddled her sitting on top of her hip to hip. She fluttered her eyes trying to focus and the figure leaned forward. Amura felt the woman's breasts come against her own, and saw the gentle red curls as she closed in. Soft lips pressed against Amura's own, and she felt her resistance weaken. Amura fought back and reached up to grasp the woman's shoulders. Parting her own lips, Amura took the woman's tongue into her mouth and locked it between her teeth. Feeling that she was losing control, the woman tried to resist, but Amura was resilient. Amura rolled over so that she was crouching over the woman, and she started to really put her enchantments to work. Amura slid her hands forward and cupped them over the woman's breasts, gently massaging her nipples. The woman gasped and Amura smiled. Getting an idea, Amura leaned forward and kissed her harder; bucking her hips slightly, Amura took complete control. Just with her touch, Amura brought the woman to orgasm. While the woman gasped for breath, Amura whispered in her ear. "Tell me your name." When the woman had caught a breath, she spoke back very softly. "Elvira..." Amura let her hold weaken a bit and saw this woman, Elvira, smile back. "You have grown much stronger my young tigress," Elvira cooed, "Even stronger than I in a lover's hold it seems." Amura grinned at her past teacher and simply nodded. Amura had learned much during her time as Elvira's captive in the magical academy. She still wondered where Elvira had found that Cerberus. The red-haired vixen was dark and beautiful as always. Elvira explained that Amura, Chenoa, Neko, and she had been summoned to meet with a Countess up in the mountains. She had some reservations about the invite, but presumed that it would be worth checking out. Elvira believed that the Countess was somehow connected to the sorceress that Amura had encountered several months ago. All through the conversation, she felt Elvira was hiding something. Amura agreed that it was definitely worth checking into, though wondering if she should leave just yet. Amura would make sure everything would be taken care of here in her absence, and the cub would be well looked after; she knew that. Amura told the vixen to come back in the morning and they would get things together. Suddenly, there was a noise as Panthaleon turned his head and groggily squinted towards Amura. She could see his shocked expression as he noticed his mate sitting on top of a strange vixen. Before he could reach for his sword, Amura grabbed his shoulder. He was immobilized in her grip as she assured him that the intruder was a friend. Elvira winked at him. "Hi handsome, " she cooed seductively. Amura turned back to the young woman almost apprehensively. In Elvira's expression, she could see a glimmer of hunger. Amura sighed. "Okay..." Amura agreed as she dismounted from the vixen."But just once; I plan on getting to sleep tonight you know." Amura sat with a devious grin on her face while Elvira got herself a taste of the King. Panthaleon was still slightly suspicious of his uninvited guest but his reservations were soon forgotten as the vixen ran her soft tongue over his balls. Elvira soon had him fully erect. Amura leaned in to get her share. Panthaleon groaned as the combined feel of Elvira's soft tongue and Amura's rough tongue, sent him into a new world of pleasure. They kissed and licked eachother's mouths while pleasuring him. Amura moved over to work on his balls while Elvira kneeled on his chest to continue licking his shaft. Elvira's bottlebrush tail brushed Panthaleon's mane as she sensuously moved her body. He grabbed her rump and touched his tongue to her vagina. Elvira moaned seductively under his attentions and returned the favor by taking his whole cock in her mouth. After a moment, she coughed and pulled back, a trail of saliva and pre-cum still clinging to her lower lip and his cock. "Ah, a little more than I can handle with my mouth", Elvira commented, "I guess I will have to use something more appropriate." Elvira stood up and turned around to crouch over his pulsing member. Her eyes rolled back as the spined tip began to penetrate her. Elvira swayed her hips, getting a feel of the shape and size of him, and then she began gyrate up and down. Amura continued to taste the fluids where they were joined, but she was giggling because Elvira's bushy tail was tickling her neck. Panthaleon was to the point that nothing concerned him except taking this vixen like the lion he was. Amura whispered an idea in his ear. "Yes my queen, that sounds very good indeed", he grinned as he grabbed Elvira around the waist. Amura rolled on her back, and Panthaleon lifted Elvira up and laid her on Amura's body. As soon as he was in position, Panthaleon began thrusting into the vixen, his balls slapping against Amura's tongue as she licked them. His pace sped up as a roar built up in his throat. When he pulled back, Amura grabbed his throbbing lion cock and took it into her mouth. She sucked inward drawing cool air over his cock on each backstroke, and let him sink into her hot mouth with each inward thrust. She could taste not just the lion, but the traces Elvira had left as well. Elvira's head was in Amura's lap and the locks of her hair were stimulating Amura's sex, causing her to writhe in the sheets and gently thrust her hips in time with Panthaleon's thrusts. The first jet of semen flowed into her mouth and Amura savored every drop. She let his spurting cock free from her lips, and he sank himself to the hilt into Elvira. The Kanin's howl of passion was drowned out by Panthaleon's roars as he finished mating with the vixen. Spent, he pulled out and lay back, panting for breath. The girls were not completely satisfied yet so they turned to each other. The pheromones were thick in the air, driving their lustful actions. In a sixty-nine position, they licked and kissed each other's most private places. Amura knew she had the best of it because she not only was getting to taste Elvira, she was also getting a taste of the cum Panthaleon had left after their mating. Panthaleon just smiled as his mate rolled in carnal pleasure with the mysterious Elvira. Some time later, Amura lay back down to sleep with her head resting against Elvira's breasts. She didn't really get much rest though; her mind was still spinning with thoughts of the coming days. In the morning, Amura confided with Neko about her decision to follow Elvira up further north. To Amura's surprise, Neko agreed instantly. It wasn't until after some extensive explaining that Neko relayed her little secret. Elvira was the one whom Neko had been training with all of this time. Amura gave her a smirk. Elvira seemed to have her own reasons for the things she did. Amura could find no point in trying to figure it all out right at the moment. Once everything was decided, Amura went to make sure the handmaidens knew what to do in her absence. That afternoon, Amura met with Panthaleon and explained that she would be leaving for sure the next morning. He sighed, but knew there was no stopping her. "Come with me for a moment, I have something that will aid you in your journey," he stated as he began walking. Amura followed him into the throne room and waited as he opened a case on the wall. From the case, he pulled out a very beautiful sword. It had a rather thin blade and was a liquid silver color. He handed it to her and Amura was surprised at how light it was. The hilt and handle were heavily engraved and it looked older than anything weapon she had ever seen. Panthaleon just smiled knowing that she did indeed like the weapon. "This is a relic of my ancestors, in truth worth more than this entire room. It has been waiting for a hand such as yours to wield it again." He then handed her the sheath. It was also a silver color, but had blue engravings in the metal. "Thank you very much my King," Amura whispered as she leaned forward and kissed him."I will take very good care of this, and I think you are right, it is exactly what I needed." Amura slid the sword into the sheath and gently laid it on the floor. "Now sit down, I have something to give you," she growled. Before he got the chance to answer, she pounced him. They spent the night in passionate embraces. Panthaleon had no wish for her to go, but when he saw how happy she was, he couldn't deny her the life she yearned for. The morning came all too soon, and Amura was sitting in the carriage that had been provided for her. Out of nowhere, it seemed, Neko and Elvira appeared in the back. Amura was a cat, but she wasn't quite as sneaky as those two. "Okay," Amura spoke "Let's get going." In the palace, Panthaleon sat in his throne, and prayed she would make it back safely.** The trip went well enough but it was long so they took it easy. Amura still had no idea what they were going to run into when they got to their destination, but time would tell. She was surprised to find that Elvira and Neko had become very good friends. They spent several hours training together during their encampments and in that time, Amura felt that her skills with the sword were being honed nicely, but Elvira managed to teach Neko much. Amura started to wonder where Elvira had really come from to know so much. She taught Neko everything from mystical healing effects, to the deadly use of a dagger. She even taught Neko how to enchant an arrow so powerfully that it could take down a tree. Amura was quite impressed with that one. One particular night, they had stopped and built a decent fire to sit around as they ate. Getting tired, Amura climbed into the carriage to get to sleep a little early. She had only been asleep for a short time when she woke to find that they were still outside. She looked through the little window to see what they were doing and could just see them in the light of the dying fire. They were apparently sitting on the bench talking, but she couldn't discern the words. Suddenly, Neko kissed Elvira on the cheek. Elvira gave a wide smiled and turned towards Neko. They leaned together and softly kissed one another. Slowly, their arms encircled each other's bodies and they embraced passionately. Their actions became more heated and Amura could hear Neko emit soft moans of pleasure, as Elvira tasted her tongue. Amura was a little confused at first, it did not appear that Elvira was using any sort of charms; indeed, they were simply losing themselves in passion. Amura decided to stay quiet and see where this went. Apparently, the two of them were closer friends than she knew. As Neko stood to sit on Elvira's lap, straddling her face to face, Amura saw a look she had never seen in Elvira's eyes before. It was an amorous loving look, and she looked so completely happy. Neko smiled back and smoothly removed her armor, leaving herself bare for Elvira to see. Elvira pulled their bodies together and kissed her again. Amura smiled when the Kanin slide one hand down to grip Neko's rump as their tails intertwined. Amura smiled to herself, and decided to lie back down and try to rest. Neko and Elvira seemed to be quite close, closer than even Chenoa and herself it appeared. Amura curled up in the sheets suddenly feeling a bit alone. Still that was her own choice, wasn't it? She wasn't ready to get too close to anyone, she just didn't quite understand why. In her solace, she always felt comfortable, and it meant less to worry about. She could take care of herself, but it was impossible to guard all those around her. In this past year though, she had learned much of friendship and found it to be good as well. As much as she went over it, she still felt a bit sad. Chenoa was off doing her own thing and would be away for who knows how long. There was really no guarantee that Chenoa would actually come back either. Amura had just left her mate and the chance at being part of a family; why? She had few reasons, but knew it was just the way things had to be for now. Over these past few nights, she had been pondering her own thoughts more and more it seemed. Life had never been completely fair before, but it wasn't until now that she really began to feel such discontent. What had changed, was this the price of gaining such power? That she must separate herself from all ties and focus entirely on her own strength and desires. Perhaps that was true. Her companions could help her out that was for sure, but she must not let them hold her back either. She felt in herself the ability to attain great power, and as she lay in the dark, she decided that she was willing to do whatever it took. It would not be easy, and she did not know what fate had in store for her, or why she was even here. There must be a reason though. She was destined for great things indeed. She could feel it with all her being, and it scared her as well. Amura sank into a troubled sleep. In her fitful dreams, she saw a dark creature, what scared her was that she thought the creature was herself. ** There were still several day of traveling ahead of them, and in that time Amura was rather quiet. She felt strange... hungry almost. Neko and Elvira had been taking advantage of all the spare time riding in the carriage by training or, quite often, giving into their desires for one another. Amura didn't join in much. When Amura did, it felt that she was only doing it for her own carnal pleasure of sex, while when Elvira and Neko came together they seemed to do it each to pleasure the other. Amura could see what was going on between them and it was hard not to be jealous. They were happy and were able to work as a team unhindered, because they were more than friends, they were partners. Amura was alone now, even in company. She had a good friend, Chenoa, but Amura had some strange feeling that that friend was going to be gone for a very long time. Amura was driving and she turned back for a moment to glance at her passengers. She saw Neko draw her nude body over top of Elvira and plant a tender kiss on her neck. Amura sighed and clenched her fists. She felt pain and realized that she had cut into the palms of her hands with her claws. She had no reason to be angry, no right. She was confused; so conflicted that she couldn't decide where she wanted to go. Amura flicked her tail back and forth while she continued to lead the horse. Amura slept, more troubled each night. She dreamed continuously as she slept, but what worried her was that the things she saw in her dreams seemed to really be happening. Many nights, she dreamt with the vision of Neko and Elvira gripped in passion as the pleasured one another. A few times, she awoke and found that her dreams were actually happening. Neko and Elvira were wrapped in each other's embrace exactly as she had envisioned. That wasn't so bad, but it seemed that these dreams, or perhaps these continual visions, were sapping her strength and she grew wearier each night. What bothered her terribly was one night in particular; she dreamt that Chenoa was in the midst of a ferocious battle. During the battle, Chenoa was struck and fell from the ranks. She crumpled on the ground gasping as a spear impaled her. Chenoa coughed, blood running from the corner of her mouth, and clutched at the grass. With a sigh, the vixen lay still. Amura could hear the girl's heartbeat as it slowed and finally faded from all mention. When Amura awoke, she was shaking all over. Chenoa had fallen in battle; she knew that it was true. It looked bad too, very bad. Amura very much felt that she might never see her friend again. The dreams, and perhaps premonitions, never ended. Each night was something different, She saw the death of her old teacher, His name was Pardus I believe. Along with these premonitions, she saw a white tiger-man die thousands of ways, but every time he would rise anew. His face was a mask of contempt. What troubled his soul she could not tell. The visions began to fill her every unconscious moment. When she was awake, Amura insisted on leading Ember along the path. It gave her something to do, something other than worry. She felt so strange; it seemed that the closer they came to their destination, the stronger these feelings became. In the far back of her mind, Amura knew that she still had a choice in this matter. If she stopped right now, turned back and gave up all of her chances to be powerful and great, everything would be back to normal. She felt like this because she was hungering for more power and jealously so. Doing the sensible thing though, that was not her strong point really, neither had it been for Chenoa. Chenoa would suffer; every time Amura thought about it, it seemed to stab her heart. Her other choice, stay on this path and see where it would lead. To take the chance at losing everything or worse, for the hope that she might attain that greatness she felt in herself. At this point, it was her only choice. Amura looked back at the resting females in the carriage. They would be okay by themselves; for what Amura had to do, she needed to go it alone. Amura watched as Elvira stroked Neko's cheek amorously. It was unlike Elvira to be so affectionate, the connection between that two of them had to be exceedingly strong. Though Amura knew Neko had a special place in her heart for Shane, she seemed to care for Elvira in a different way, not as romantic or loving but still passionately. They would take care of themselves; watch each other's backs; maybe even wash each other's backs. It was a thing that Amura could not have; it would interfere with what she needed to do. Amura knew now that she was ready to give up all she had, and reach for the power; it was almost within her grasp. Amura stopped the carriage and quietly climbed down. She walked forward along the path and stopped at a point where the trees clear revealing the mountains ahead. Up there, what she was looking for would be there. "I'm ready," Amura whispered. Before her, appeared the visage of the black Catrai she had met in the dragon's volcano. Her Asian feature only accented the feline traits she bore. "I am Samantha", the woman's words burned into Amura's mind. "I offer you a taste of great power, but at a price. You must submit to me, as your master and do what I say without question. Say yes and anything can be yours, say no and it will be the last word you ever utter." She gave Amura a menacing stare. "Make your choice" "Yes," Amura muttered, "I agree" Black as the night, a response came only to her ears. "Come then, puss; you have much to learn. You don't yet know true power." Amura roared in surprise as she fell to her knees. Further she fell, to all fours, like a beast. She screamed and contorted her body as she experienced the most awesome orgasm of her life. She couldn't breathe and felt tears run down her cheeks. It felt so good that she was in agony. She couldn't tell the difference between pleasure and pain at this point, but she knew this was real power. Amura clenched her jaw so hard that she felt a tooth crack. She was shaking all over, as she lay crumpled on the ground in utter agony; utter bliss. Her lungs burned for lack of air and all of her muscled screamed in resistance to this tension. In tiny hitched breaths, Amura forced air into her chest, but as soon as it was there, she screamed out again. It was too much she was dying... she... she... she didn't want it to stop. Then the orgasm washed over her and her entire world was altered. Feeling weightless, Amura stood back up. She held her hands up to the sky, and saw that blood was running down her arms from her claws cutting into the palms of her hands. Amura gasped and took a breath of sweet cold air. She could feel blood trickle from her nose and tasted the metallic flavor of it on her lips. Then, she felt her feet leave the ground and she rose into the air. All of the stripes on her body were glowing brightly, but now a darker blue. Amura roared again, this time in triumph. If this was only a sample of the power she could attain, there was no turning back now.

13 Growing Darkness Fading Light. Early the next morning, Amura made her way to the carriage and woke everyone up. She was trying to convince herself that the night before had been a dream, but it just seemed too real. It didn't take them long to reach their destination. Amura climbed down from the carriage and greeted the door-guard. As she walked to the building, a strange shock flowed through her body. Her thoughts of the night before came to mind but she quickly quelled them. Their party was greeted by a fair-skinned blond woman who introduced herself as Princess Alurios. She asked them if they would join her for breakfast while she told them of the matter at hand. For such a small estate, the kitchen was apparently well stocked. They were seated at a table covered in various dishes. Amura asked the princess what they had been summoned for but she was just told to enjoy her meal before the business would be even considered. As Amura sat sipping a glass of fine wine, her eyelids began to feel very heavy. Before she passed out, she realized that trusting this woman might have been a bad idea. Amura awoke in a room full of strange devices. Most of the tools seemed to be alchemically based, but many failed to give her any idea of their purpose. While she was investigating the room, she realized she should try to find a way out of the building, but for some reason she didn't feel like leaving. She came across a door that led outside, but she couldn't bring herself to open it, she felt that she needed to be here. The reason for her perplexity was answered when an ink black Catrai stepped into the room. Amura felt a shiver run down her spine; it was Samantha the Catrai from the dragon's nest. Amura now realized why she couldn't leave; she was being controlled by that charm spell again. "Hello Amura" the dark one said, her words flowing like liquid steel. Amura didn't know why, but she felt very happy that she knew her by name. "Where are my friends", Amura asked. She had intended for her words to be forceful, but the question came out as more of a plea. "That is no concern of yours, my new apprentice?" "Yes Samantha" Amura said without question. She realized that being apprentice to Samantha was probably a bad idea, but she wanted it so much. Amura tried to convince herself that the charm had affected her choice, but deep down she craved the powers that she could learn. "Good, my tigress. If you think that you were powerful when you defeated Brimstone then you have no idea what true power is. Under my guidance, you will find yourself capable of abilities that can kill a dragon with no more than a thought. I can see that you crave the power, and soon you will be able to embrace it. But... before you will be allowed to learn these powers, you must retrieve my dear Xenosmilus. When you have him, return here and your training will begin." With that said, Samantha faded into the shadows. Amura stood alone in the room, and wondered why Samantha didn't just go find Xeno herself. She didn't dwell on the matter long though, because her attention was soon drawn to the sound of breathing in the next room. Amura walked into the dining room and found everyone asleep at the table. Moments later, when they all awoke, Neko looked up at Amura groggily, "What happened". Elvira sniffed her wine glass "It appears that our drinks were laced with some sort of sedative". They looked at the princess suspiciously. She was crying at the end of the table. "What have I done?" she whimpered. She looked at them, desperation in her eyes, "We have to leave before she comes back, before she takes me back". Elvira and Neko didn't understand what was wrong with her, but Amura knew very well. Samantha had released the princess from her charm; she now had a new apprentice. A smile came across Amura's face. Under her breath, Amura whispered, "Yes, a better apprentice. A powerful one who would not fail to do as her master wishes." After a quick search, it was determined that the dark Catrai was indeed gone. It seemed that this was another dead end. Even the guard from the front door had disappeared. Seeing nothing better to do, Amura, Neko, Elvira, and Princess Alurios began traveling back to the city. Elvira and Neko let Amura know of their concern that Princess Alurios couldn't be trusted. Amura simply shrugged it off. She knew that the princess was harmless without Samantha's power, but she didn't dare let them know that. Trying to find a way to cover her tracks, Amura volunteered to stand guard overnight. That night while everyone slept, Amura sat outside her tent and gazed at the sky. The stillness of the night soothed her tortured mind. Amura roared into the night, daring the darkness to challenge her. Hearing the noise, Neko woke up. She looked outside of her tent and saw Amura sitting naked and alone on the icy ground. She walked over and put her hand on Amura's shoulder, trying to comfort her. Amura felt something on her shoulder; she whipped around baring her teeth and unsheathing her claws. A dark power flowed through her and she reveled in its cold purpose. She was about to strike, but realized that it was only Neko. Neko had cowered on the ground shaking. When the little catgirl looked at Amura, she thought she must be somebody else. Amura's fur looked black and her eyes flickered with fire, then suddenly she was herself again. Amura leaned down and petted Neko's head. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you", Amura cooed. As Amura held Neko in her arms, she wondered what was happening. For a moment there, she hadn't even recognized her friend. They went back to the tent to get some sleep, but Amura knew that rest would elude her. Amura laid down holding the frightened catgirl in her arms. In the back of her mind, she heard Samantha's voice. "Return with Xenosmilus or not at all".** When she woke up in the morning, Amura no longer felt Samantha's hold on her. She decided she would make up for the previous night, and surprise Neko. At dawn, Amura put on her robe and walked over to the horses. She patted Ember's head as she walked by him, running her fingers across his back. She continued to rub his back with one hand while she placed a pitcher on the ground with her other hand. Ember paced anxiously and tossed his head back. His tail swished as she continued to knead his back. Amura held his head to her breast as she pawed at his mane. "You know what's coming, don't you Ember," She cooed to him. Ember nuzzled her breast, teasing her nipples as she embraced him. He was beginning to get erect, so she crouched under him and admired his member as it began to slide from its sheath. Amura took his cock in her hands and fondled his warm length. Ember let out an excited whinny. He was very quickly beginning to get hard. Amura licked the tip of his lion-like cock and swirled the pre-cum in her mouth. Unbeknown to her, she had an audience. Alurios had been sitting in her tent minding her own business when she heard the wet sounds of Amura and Ember. She looked out of her tent and saw Amura jacking the horse off. She was somewhat surprised at first, but she soon realized that she too was becoming aroused. While Amura continued to work, her spectator sat riveted. Alurios reached down and slid her middle finger into her vagina. While she fingered herself, Alurios imagined that it was the horse inside of her. Soon she was matching Amura and the horse stroke for stroke. Amura began working with her mouth and hands, driving Ember on. His balls swayed in her sight, tempting her. With a wet pop, Amura let his cock free from her mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin, streaking her blue fur. She worked her way back, feeling his rod slide along her back, until she was able to take one of his balls in each hand. Amura wantonly groped and kissed the soft fur covering them. Suddenly not feeling very princess like, Alurios tore off her robe and began exploring her naked body. She yearned to hold Ember's powerful balls in the way Amura had done. Her finger delved deeper into her sex as she entertained sexual fantasies. Amura knew he was close by the increase in power of the pulses going through his shaft, so she moved forward and pressed the head of his cock against her breasts. With little cat licks, she teased him to his limit. Firmly she wrapped her hands around the swelling tip of his shaft. She knew there was no need to stroke him; a steady pressure was more to his liking. Ember shuddered as the first rush of semen entered his shaft. Knowing he had reached his peak, Amura held the pitcher under her breasts so that his cum would run into the container. The first wave coated her fur leaving white streaks in her blue and black-striped fur. When Alurios saw the horse lose control and begin pumping load after load of cum onto Amura's breasts, the princess felt a powerful orgasm begin to course through her body. Finally overcome by the pleasure, Alurios lay on her blanket and let the pleasure wash over her. Her finger continued to work their magic, never letting the feeling fade. When the horse finished filling the pitcher, Amura heard a sound coming from Alurios' tent. She looked inside and saw the girl pleasuring herself as she moaned. The girl was wet with her own juices so Amura leaned between her legs and licked the delicious fluid from her pussie. Alurios looked up when she felt a rough tongue slide across her sex. She saw Amura smile at her as she left the tent. Amura walked across the camp to Neko's tent. Neko was curled up asleep so Amura gently pulled away the covers. Amura had her fur robe on so when she crouched over Neko, they were both wrapped in the warm fur. She used her mouth to tease Neko's nipples until she awoke. Neko looked up at Amura, her eyes still heavy with sleep "Amura, it isn't time to leave yet". "But it is time for breakfast", Amura exclaimed as she held up the pitcher. Amura took her wet hand and touched it to Neko's mouth. "That taste like lion semen", Neko said as she got up and kneeled face to face with Amura. Amura let her robe fall to the ground as she kissed Neko. While they kissed, Amura explored Neko's mouth. The kiss broke and Neko arched her back as Amura kissed her way down the girl's neck. Amura poured the warm fluid over Neko's breasts then licked her gooey fur. Neko leaned forward for another kiss, and the warm fluid flowed across their tongues while they licked the insides of each other's mouths. Cum oozed along the swells of Neko's breasts as the fluid dripped down their bodies. Soon they were melding their bodies as one, breast to breast hip to hip. Amura sat the container to the side as they fell into carnal passion. Their fur was slick with cum as they petted each other's bodies. "Kitten, forgive me for last night" Amura pleaded. Neko passionately kissed her before responding. "All is forgiven". A broad smile crossed Amura's face as she hugged her furry friend. Amura lowered her hips slightly, touching her pussie to Neko's sex. Amura looked down questioningly into Neko's innocent face. No word were necessary as Neko shook her head yes. Amura pressed their bodies tighter together and moaned as their pussies met fully. Slowly, she slid forward then back, letting the most sensitive parts of their bodies touch. Amura felt shocks come from her nipples as they met Neko's nipples. The smooth rubbing sounds of their bodies went in tandem with each partner's cries of passionate ecstasy. They knew as they partook in the act, that it wasn't out of pure lust. They were more than friends by acquaintance; they were friends for life. Amura reached her orgasm first, her body shaking as fluids dripped from her warm sex down into Neko's waiting pussie. It wasn't long before Neko was able to share it the ecstasy that Amura was feeling. Amura let out a triumphant roar as she felt the catgirl writhe in the grips of orgasm. Their tails entwined as they ravaged each other with passionate kisses. Like wildcats, they pleasured each other to the fullest. It took Amura some time to regain her composure. Gasping, Amura propped herself up as she panted for breath, and gripped Neko's breasts in her hands. Neko laid back in a pleasant daze. In the afterglow of their lovemaking, Neko and Amura lay in each other's arms. For a brief moment, Amura felt that she had found peace. During their days of travel, Amura talked to princess Alurios. She was apparently the princess of a country thousands of miles away. Many months ago, she had been lured away by the dark one. Samantha had taken her on as an apprentice, but in return, Alurios had lost her free will. Alas, Samantha was unhappy with Alurios because she wasn't as powerful as she had hoped. Alurios told Amura that Samantha was going to find a new apprentice any day now. If Alurios only knew, Amura thought to herself darkly. "So this town we're going too, what's it like" asked princess Alurios. They spent the rest of the trip talking about their destination. When they reached the city, they were welcomed into the castle. Panthaleon told Alurios that she could stay as long as she needed to. She graciously accepted the offer, commenting that it would take some time for her to contact her home country. That night, Amura and Panthaleon mated in a wild frenzy. In the dead of night while Panthaleon slept, Amura found that she was wide-awake. In darkness, she heard a voice. She bolted up in bed and looked around. The voice called again and this time she realized that it was inside her head. She knew it was Samantha; she had just tried to convince herself that it wasn't. "Return Xenosmilus to me, I do not wish to be kept waiting." Samantha's words echoed in Amura's head. In a daze, she slung her sword over her back then left the room. Amura headed to Neko's quarters, where Xeno was. While she was walking across the courtyard, nude, a guard noticed her and rushed over. "Miss, where are your clothes, you..." Amura viciously backhanded him, sending him sprawling unconscious on the ground. She looked at her hand in amazement, not knowing why she had done that. Nevertheless, for some reason ... she wanted to do it again. She felt powerful, suddenly she feared nobody; nobody, except her master Samantha. Two more guards rushed at her, she grabbed one in each hand, gripping their necks and lifting their feet off the ground. She crushed their throats, digging her claws into their necks. When they ceased to move, she flung them at the building in front of her. When they hit the wall, the door came open and Amura entered Neko's bedchambers. Inside, she found Shane, Neko, Alurios, and Xeno. Shane jumped out of bed to find out what all of the ruckus was about, but suddenly felt himself lifted off the ground. Amura wasn't tall enough to physically lift Shane by his neck, so she levitated above the ground to accomplish the feat. Right before she threw him through the wall, she saw a most confused look on his face. Amura looked at her surroundings; Neko was curled up on the bed with her hands over her face, shaking. As Neko looked through her spread fingers, she saw Alurios advance upon Amura. "Amura stop, your being controlled by Samantha", Alurios shouted. Rather than heed the girl's words, Amura drew her sword. "MOVE" Amura commanded, narrowing her eyes. "Look inside yourself" the girl, pleaded, "this isn't you". Then in the back of her mind, Amura heard Samantha's command, "Kill her". Amura's body wasn't hers to control as she thrust forward driving the blade straight toward the girl's heart. Just before the sword reached its mark, Alurios was shoved to the side, causing the blade to become lodged in her shoulder. When the sword slipped from her hand, Amura looked over to see who had interfered. To her amazement, it was Neko. "Amura, what's happened to you?" Neko asked tears welling in her eyes. Neko was obviously terrified, and Shane was still unconscious. Amura was about to strike, but found she couldn't; Neko just looked so innocent and helpless as she stood there sobbing. "What have I done...?" Amura wondered to herself as she took a hold of Xeno's collar. "What have I become..." With Xeno in tow, Amura fled into the night, hoping to leave her troubles behind. Deep inside, she knew she could never truly run from what she had done this night.

14 Dark Apprentice. Amura looked over the balcony of Samantha's tower; she had been training for several weeks. When she had brought Xeno to Samantha, they had walked into a strange smoky mirror/portal, and ended up at Samantha's castle. Amura had to admit that Samantha had a nice place all to herself. However, for all of its size, life in the castle was lonely. There were perhaps a hundred rooms, but only Samantha and Amura resided there. All of the staff lived down in the small town at the bottom of the hill. There weren't even any guards or soldiers in the castle. Amura supposed that she and Samantha wouldn't have a problem defending it. She almost hoped that someone would try to attack just so she could show her master what she could do. Amura pressed her hands to the sides of her head in vexation, For a moment there, I had contemplated killing random people just to show off for Samantha. These thought came to mind more and more as the days progressed. She tried to reassure herself by reasoning that it was merely Samantha's magic that made her have such thoughts. These arguments usually worked for her by day, but nothing could protect her at night. Her dreams were getting worse with each night spent in turmoil. While asleep, she saw herself not with bright blue fur, but with fur darker than Samantha's. As her training continued, Amura often surprised her master with her capabilities. Or was that surprise, Amura thought to herself; no, Samantha wasn't surprised, she was afraid. More and more Amura began to realize that her own powers would someday exceed Samantha's. Someday soon. Tonight she would be training with Xeno and Shade. The black cat's name was Shade; he was apparently the same as Xeno. One dark and one light, they both had the power to change forms and revive from death. Amura's powers were increasing daily and when casting spells, she felt more like herself. As her mind cleared, Amura realized she needed to find a way to break Samantha's charms permanently. Amura spent hours with the two cats, casting spells on them that would protect them in battle. When Samantha was finally pleased with Amura's progress, she told her to take a break while she took care of some business down at the town square. Amura knew exactly what she wanted to do with her free time. She dropped her robe exposing her body to the cats. By this time, they knew what she wanted when she did this, and they stood at attention, their cocks erect. Amura licked her lips as she gazed at their throbbing feline cocks; this was going to be fun. She crawled over to them and placed her lips on Xeno's cock. His tail swung excitedly as she took him in her mouth. While she slid Xeno's shaft across her tongue, Shade straddled her body and prepared to mount her. Amura dug her hands into Xeno's fur while her tongue traced the ridges going down his shaft. She savored the taste, feeling it wash over her tongue, as Shade's penis probed her sex. Shade was rock hard and he pressed the tip of his member to Amura's pussie as he lined himself up for entry. When the cat's penis slid into her, Amura's body tensed up. She was always overwhelmed by how wonderful it felt to mate with a feline. With a gasp, she calmed down and let him take her as his mate. She caressed and licked Xeno's cock while Shade drove himself into her. Soon she got a rhythm going and was sucking Xeno in time to Shade's thrusts. Enveloped in animalistic lust, she continued her dance with the cats. The air was thick with feline musk; she could smell it with every breath and taste it on her tongue. She brushed the hair from her face, then reached down and lovingly caressed Xeno's balls. They were both so eager, that she knew they would soak her with cum with just the right caress from her. She tightened her grip on his balls and felt his cock pulse in her mouth as he let loose. Amura let him fill her mouth with his creamy semen. When the last of it flowed down her throat, she knew she wanted more. Sensing her hunger, Xeno changed forms and let her lick him some more. Amura felt Shade take her neck in his jaws as her pumped his semen into her, driving her to orgasm. Amura dug her claws into the floor, shattering the tile, and roaring like the tigress that she was. In her lustful abandon, Amura lost control of her magic. They became enveloped in tendrils of wispy fire. The heat only served to drive them on and soon Xeno let loose with his second flow of semen. Amura's eyes had a soft reddish glow to them, as she reveled in the magical passion. His desires satisfied, Shade dismounted from Amura and laid on the floor, licking himself into his sheath. Amura was not yet sated, she licked her pussie, striving to get at all of the feline cum that Shade had spilled into her. Deep in the hallway, she heard a door open, (Samantha was back). While licking herself, she wondered devilishly, if Samantha was watching. Soon, Amura felt another orgasm beginning to build. She continued pleasuring herself until she had peaked. Later, Amura wondered about what had happened. She had never lost control of her powers so totally before. While she pondered the occurrence, she sharpened her claws. Amura leaned her head to the side and watched as her claws dug into the bedpost. Amura supposed that she was ruining the wood, but she just didn't care. There were hundreds of beds in the place; nobody would care if one were gouged up. Amura stretched her arms and clawed with both hands. As she tore into the wood, she felt some of her frustrations abate. At first, it was relaxing, but soon she was viciously slashing the post. One particularly hard swing chipped the end of a claw and left the post beheaded, causing the top to rattle as it hit the ground. Amura looked at the ruined bed, wondering if Samantha would be upset. Xeno and Shade decided to make a hasty getaway. Amura didn't blame them. Her attention went to her chipped claw. It hurt worse than she would have expected. There was even some blood trickling around the nail. Amura looked at the bed again, fury in her eyes. Enraged, she pulled off the mattress, and then grabbed the frame in her hands. She lifted it over her head and flung it across the room. She didn't really expect it to hit the window, but that's where it went. Amura winced at the sound of shattering glass. When she looked again, all that was left was a jagged hole in the huge stained glass window, no sign whatsoever of the bed. She nervously walked over and peeked out the hole. Five stories down, there was a pile of kindling wood that might have been a bed at one time, but it would take a lot of imagination to see it as anything other than firewood. Amura couldn't see much glass, but she knew it had probably broken into billions of tiny shards. Amura stuck her head a little farther out and spotted a servant standing still as stone, in the yard. He had a very bewildered look on his face, something between astonishment and terror. Amura started giggling uncontrollably as she looked at him. Soon, she fell on the floor laughing hysterically. It took several minutes and a great deal of willpower before she could stand again. On her way out of the room, she saw the top of the bedpost lying among some wood shavings. She picked it up and had quite a nice conversation with it as she walked down the hallway, in search of another room. They servants that she passed by, decided to hurry away in case the madness was catching. When Amura found a room, she put the post to good use. Amura decided that it was the perfect shape for a little erotic fun. Her pussie was still wet from her experience with Shade and Xeno, so she rubbed the smooth tip of the post against her vagina. When it was slick enough, she carefully twisted it into her body. It didn't take her long to decide that it was the best toy she had ever come across. Amura bit down on her nipple while she worked the post within herself. With no warning whatsoever, Samantha came barging in the room. "AMURA, did you throw a bed out...." Samantha stopped mid sentence when she saw what Amura was doing. Amura looked quite vulnerable as she lay with her legs spread and a wooden rod lodged in her sex. Samantha completely forgot what she was about to say. Pheromones perfumed the air as Samantha breathed in. Amura was still slowly twisting the rod as she waited for Samantha to start yelling again. Samantha felt warmth growing between her legs. Samantha undid her sash and let her robe fall to the floor. She licked her lips as she untied the brassier that she wore. Samantha sat on the edge of the bed as she took off her thigh high boots and then her skirt. She could feel Amura's fur tickling her skin as Amura ripped Samantha's panties off with her teeth, then rubbed Samantha on the cheek, purring like the cat she was. Samantha returned the affection with a kiss. Amura couldn't believe how soft Samantha's lips felt against her own. Neither of them had ever made love to a female of their own kind before. They found that their physical similarities made it that much more passionate. Amura dug her hands into Samantha's luxurious fur and kissed her deeper. Their tongues, rough at the tops but soft on the undersides, intertwined. Amura's hands explored more of her lover's body, feeling every muscle, every soft curve, and every sensitive spot. They broke the kiss, but desperately wished it would never end. Amura was lying with her knees up to her shoulders and Samantha pinned her in that position when she climbed over her. The wooden pole in Amura's sex was standing straight up, brushing Samantha's clit. Samantha leaned back with her eye lidded and allowed the rod to penetrate her. Amura wrapped her legs around Samantha's back and pulled her close as they resumed their kiss. Samantha slid her body across Amura fur as she slid the post deeper into their connected pussies. Each lover had such soft fur that they moved across each other as if they were oiled. Samantha continued to drive the rod deeper until their pussies met. Their tails wound together in pleasure as their clits touched. Samantha was about to lean back and moan, but Amura grabbed her tongue in her teeth, not wanting the kiss to break. Samantha felt that she was losing control of the situation but she was so desperate for Amura's pleasure that she didn't care. They rolled across the bed, first Samantha on top, then Amura, then Samantha. Finally, they reached the edge and toppled off to land on a fur rug. Samantha landed on her back, and Amura lay above her. Once Amura was on top, she leaned back and roared triumphantly as she thrust against Samantha pussie. Under such incredible stimulus, Samantha no longer cared about being in charge. She simply let Amura take control as their pleasures peaked. Samantha purred, her breasts quivering against Amura's as her body was wracked with an orgasm. They spent the rest of the night delving in each other's pleasurable attentions. Their feline bodies contorted and shook as they found new delights with each other. When sleep finally took them, Amura was presented with another vision. The landscape was surreal, all white in every direction. Samantha kneeled in what appeared to be snow. Ice clung to her fur, and her tears had trail into ice-sickles o her cheeks. What confused Amura was that she felt hot, like she was sitting next to a roaring fire, but her body would not respond to her actions. She saw that Samantha was kneeling before, the white tiger. His huge frame loomed ov3er her. In his hands, he held a claymore held like a headsman's ax. It came down in an arc, the bright steel shining wickedly. Right at the moment, the edge touched Samantha's neck, time stopped. Samantha looked into Amura's eyes, and her voice came out hollow, as if from the depths of some long forgotten past. "Amura help me to help you." Amura sprang up in bed, a cold sweat drenched her fur. Next to her, Samantha dozed peacefully. Help her to help me. .. What does that mean... How.** The next day, Samantha told Amura that she had a job for her. At midnight, Amura was to head to the village and quell a rebel army that was going to have a meeting. "Leave none alive, I mean to make an example of them", Samantha ordered. Amura could feel a dark lust for battle growing in her. "And, the villagers" Amura asked. "If they interfere, kill them" Samantha replied, but deep down she hoped that wouldn't be necessary. "One more thing, Amura. Don't use any weapons. They need to fear you, not the steel you carry." Amura just smiled, she well knew that her claws and magic were all the weapons that she required. As she headed out into the midnight air, she smiled again. Yes, they would fear her. After tonight she intended for them to lay in their beds sleepless as she did, always troubled, never resting. With her every thought, Amura's fur darkened; until finally she blended into the night so well that she seemed to disappear. ## 15 Fury Only glowing red eyes could be seen in the woods. The men guarding their tent were nervously scanning the underbrush in a vain effort to see what creature lurked beyond the torchlight... "What was that" one of them remarked as he reached for his weapon. Sweat beaded on his brow as he convinced himself that he was just seeing things. Inside the tent, a meeting was taking place. "I say we take the castle for ourselves" the leader exclaimed. The forty or so men at the table cheered in agreement. "I have no intention of spending the rest of my life fulfilling the whims of Samantha."There were few residents at the meeting. Most of the men there were paid mercenaries. The town leader stood up. "This is the deal, you sorry bunch of cutthroats." A gruesome laugh went throughout the room. "Uh" the leader stuttered, "if you can remove the residents of the castle, we will be willing to pay you forty pounds of gold in addition to whatever you want to take from the castle." There was a general murmur of assent. "Good, now when do you want to start your..." The man was cut off in mid sentence as a black streak flew across the table and carried him away. All hands went to sword hilts as the mercenaries stood up. "What the hell was that?" one of them shouted. From outside, came a noise akin to breaking bone, then everything was silent. Most of the men were nervously darting their eyes, save one. He was in his mid fifties and had scars crisscrossing his face. One eye was clouded and useless, but the other gleamed with skill garnered from a lifetime of conflict. There was a wet ripping sound, and then the town leader's severed head was flung onto the center of the table. The scarred man was the only one not to flinch. Several minutes passed with nothing other than the screams of those outside. No man dared to leave the imagined protection of the tent, even if it did contain a severed head. The scarred man spoke up, "Everyone is going outside right now and we are going to take care of the problem." "Malthus, are you sure that's the best idea" one of men commented. Before everybody could start to protest, Malthus did what years of warfare had taught him was necessary. He swung his blade, silencing the opposition. "Now hear this, either you go out there and take a chance of dying, or you stay here and die for sure" Everybody got the point very well. They walked outside and saw the torn bodies of the guards, but nothing else. "Hey maybe it left" Malthus didn't even listen to the chatter; he heard something to his right, his blind side. Instinct kicked in and he dropped to the ground. Something grazed the top of his head, but did little more than leave a scratch. He smiled, now he knew the enemy's position. Two more men were quickly taken down, (his forces were dwindling). "How many of them are there," a villager cried. "Just one" Malthus replied calmly. He watched the creature's movements as more men were picked off. It was incredibly fast. It came for him again, from his blind side like before, but this time he was ready. With a solid thrust, he stabbed the creature, but it was moving so fast that his sword was wrenched from his hand. Out of the dark, came the most bloodcurdling howl he had ever heard in his life. He knew he hadn't killed it, heck probably hadn't even mortally wounded it, nothing could make that much noise while it was dying. "Finish it off" one of the men yelled as several of the others charged. "STAY BACK YOU FOOLS" Malthus yelled at them, but it was too late. A huge sheet of flame enveloped them as everything nearby was incinerated. The blast knocked Malthus over. He lay on the ground and unsheathed his backup sword as he coughed on the smoke and smell of burned flesh. Vaguely, he could hear the men screaming as they died. Amid the flames, stood a woman with fur black as night. Tendrils of flame curled around her body, the heat making her hair waft up as if it were alive. Malthus assumed she was some demon who had come to make him pay for past transgressions. She curled up in pain as she pulled a sword from her side. Regaining her composure, the woman stood up straight. Her ears tested the air as her tail swept aside the ash beneath her. In the firelight, her ears looked more like horns. When she opened her eyes, the lenses flickered with fire. She waved the smoke away from her face. Vaguely her side hurt, but the rage for the one-eyed man was overpowering all her conscious thoughts. She walked through the flaming grass, unconcerned that her fur was being singed. "You could have just let me kill you" she commented to the man lying on the ground. Malthus staggered to his feet, sword hidden behind his back. "All of your friends were just so happy to die, but not you," she growled. For the first time in his life, Malthus had the feeling that he was up against a foe beyond his abilities. She wasn't even limping, though blood ran freely from her side. "I think I will have some fun with you before I kill you," she cooed. Malthus swung his blade, hoping to catch her off guard. He stumbled back in horror as she caught his sword with her teeth and shattered the blade. She looked at him inquisitively as she used a claw to pull a sword fragment from her lip. "You really shouldn't have done that." The screams that ensued would haunt the townsfolk for the rest of their lives.** Later, Amura walked through the wreckage, checking for signs of life. Everybody appeared to be dead. "Nobody to finish off, what a pity" someone said. Amura turned around in an instant, assuming she had a new enemy. What she saw was some sort of demon woman. Her skin was made of scales so fine that at first glance it seemed to be completely smooth. Dark black hair draped down her shoulders and over a pair of wings on her back. Amura lunged, but was stopped in midair by a gesture of the woman's hand. Not ready to be stopped so easily, Amura cast a fireball. Rather than being burned, the woman seemed invigorated by it. "I see that Samantha chose her new pet well, I hadn't expected the results to be so... Effective" Still frozen in midair, Amura felt powerless, but her ferocity remained. "I am nobody's pet!" "Ta Ta, I hope to see you in the castle," The woman said, and then she spread her wings and soared up into the sky. Once she was out of sight, Amura was reacquainted with gravity. She didn't find it very pleasant. Brushing the ash from her fur, Amura wondered who that had been. On the way back to the castle, her adrenaline began to subside. Eventually she felt so exhausted that she had to sit at the side of the road. She looked at her fur, which had returned to its former blue coloration. The reality of what she had done was starting to sink in. Especially the one-eyed man, his end hadn't been pretty. Amura shuddered to even think of what had taken place. Amura knew that this wasn't her, but things had gotten out of hand so quickly. Would her soul pay the price for such power? She wanted to leave everything behind, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Samantha's hold was still too strong over her. She held her arms around herself as everything began to sink in. For hours, she sat there cold, alone, and frightened that she would lose control again. What if next time they weren't mercenaries? What if the town revolted, would she, could she kill them in cold blood? She knew they wouldn't stand a chance against her; it would be no different from murder. And her friends, what if they found her. What if they tried to rescue her? She didn't want to think about what she might do to them, but deep down she knew. She had lost control; her strength was no longer hers to command. She would do what Samantha said, without hesitation, but not without remorse. She knew that there was still hope as long as she cared about the lives of others, but how long could her sanity hold? It was dawn by the time she found her way to the castle. Voices echoed down the halls. As she approach she began to make out what they were saying. "And what of her sister?" Who are they talking about? Amura pondered. "I will deal with that when the time comes. Or rather, she will." "Amura you're back" Samantha exclaimed as her apprentice entered the room. "I hear that you have already met Siana" Amura silently padded past them. "I think I am going to get cleaned up", Amura explained as she headed to her new room. "Okay Amura, Siana was about to leave anyway" Samantha told her as she shooed Amura away. Amura didn't know why Siana was here and at the moment, she didn't really care. All she cared about was a nice warm bath. A couple of hours in her bath was just what Amura needed to get her mood up. When she got out of the bath, she took her time drying her fur. Amura contemplated going to bed, but she thought better of it. She didn't need any bad dreams right now. She knew Xeno could cheer her up; she just needed to find out where he was. After a fruitless hour of searching nearly every room in the castle, she decided to check the one with the broken window. "It figures" Amura commented as she walked into the ruined room. Xeno was lying in the middle of the room, apparently waiting for her to return. Amura wrapped her arms around him. As she hugged him, they rubbed cheeks. "Xeno, this isn't my room anymore," Amura said to him. She hadn't used his language, but she felt that he understood nonetheless. She led him to her new quarters, but on the way there, she was lost and had to backtrack. Somehow, she eventually found her room. "Ah there you are" Amura said as she entered. What confused her was that it was on the fourth floor. She could have sworn that she had found it on the fifth just hours ago. Amura decided that her thoughts were just muddled up. Amura prepared a fire then sat in the glow with Xeno. It wasn't really that cold outside but she always felt chilled when she was in the castle. The very stone seemed to leach heat from her body. She held Xeno even tighter. "What am I doing here" Xeno looked at her but failed to give her an answer. Amura looked at him in wonder. She'd almost killed him several times when they had fist met, but he retained absolute confidence in her. Amura didn't think that she deserved it, but it made her feel better just the same. Her head sank into Xeno's soft mane, as her eyelids grew heavy. If he decided to forsake her, she didn't know what she would do. In the next moment, she collapsed against his fur and faded to sleep. "Do you know what you are" Amura looked around but only saw darkness. "You are a leader" Amura wondered from whom the voice came. "So what if a few lesser beings must pay the price" Amura put her hands over her ears, trying to block out the words. "Embrace what you are and nothing will stand in your way" "No", Amura shrieked "I will not disregard innocent lives" "But don't you realize what you've already done" the dark form asked as it came into view "You have gotten a taste of only the bare minimum of you capabilities. And what was the cost? A few starving peasants" Amura ran through the darkness, not wanting to hear. "Now that you know the truth, you will never turn back to that useless existence in which you once lived." The dark creature cackled triumphantly. Amura awoke suddenly, startling Xeno out of his slumber. Her chest heaved as she waited for her heart rate to go down. The very walls of the room seemed to be closing in on her. She stood up, beckoning Xeno to follow her. When she left her room, she didn't even question why she was on the first floor; at least it made it easier to get outside. Amura began to feel better as she and Xeno walked the castle gardens. It was night again, so apparently she had slept through the entire day. Amura didn't mind, she was very fond of nighttime. The sun always hurt her eyes, but with her night vision, she was able to prowl unhindered. Sometime later, Amura sat at the bank of the garden pond and stared at the starlight reflecting in the water. Xeno was methodically licking her arm, as she gathered her thoughts. She didn't have long to think because Xeno had moved behind her and eased his head under her black silk robe to give her a tongue bath. Amura was about to tell him to sit back down, but her thoughts were overcome by the sensation of his rough tongue tickling the base of her tail. Unconsciously, Amura curved her back and purred. "Okay Xeno, you win. But whatever your doing don't stop." she murred. Amura's robe fell from her shoulders and the black silk slid down her spine as the sleeves hung at her elbow joints. Her willing body was his to command, as he tormented her with the anticipation of what was to come. He worked his way up to her shoulders, massaging her spine with his tongue all the while. His whiskers brushed her neck causing her to laugh in reaction to the tickling sensation. Amura leaned her head to the side and they shared a feline kiss. Their tongues played sliding across each other's. Puffs of mist floated from their mouths as the warmth of their breathing caused the air to fog. "Xeno... don't temp me, take me" Amura fell to all fours, her hands coming to rest in the cold water of the pond. In her animalistic passion, Amura scarcely realized how cold the water was. She knew one thing for sure though; she needed the tiger to join his body with hers in untamed coitus. Amura's tail waved in presentiment. Getting the cue that she was ready for him, Xeno climbed over her back. He knew his mate well, she liked it hard and fast, but for an intimate moment such as this, she would prefer to take it slower. Xeno mounted the tigress with one smooth thrust. Amura bit down on her tongue and tasted blood. Scarcely able to breathe, she spread her legs further apart. Amura felt pebbles slide between her fingers as she dug her hands into the bed of the pond. The moonlight bathed her face as the glow reflected off the water's surface. Amura realized that only a moment had passed, though in her erotic stupor it seemed like hours. Xeno pulled back in preparation for his next thrust. Tears wet the corners of Amura's eyes as he slowly drove his feline penis into the warm folds of her vagina. She was reduced to little more than an animal as she swayed her hips in unison with his movements. Amura could feel her body transform as she took her true tiger form. In this form, their mating was able to bring Amura a henceforth-unattained level of felicity. On the water's edge, the two tigers rocked rhythmically, their excitement rising with each moment. Amura and Xenosmilus lay in a lovers hold, wishing for it to never end. The cold water splashed as their tempo increased. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and feel his muscles ripple against her skin. Amura felt like her body was on overdrive as every sensation came in with twice the normal intensity. Amura's pussie was stimulated further when the nubs on Xeno's penis became more prominent in reaction to his own overstimulation. Not able to hold back any longer, Amura's head hung low as she shuddered from the sensations wracking her body. It had seemed like a great source of energy had filled her womb then suddenly exploded across her entire body. She opened her jaws wide and roared into the night. Xeno was panting hard and Amura could feel his heart racing as he strove to reach his own crescendo. The white tiger sank his fangs into Amura's blue fur and slid up to the hilt in her body. His balls slapped against her clit, driving her to a more intense orgasm. He squeezed her neck a little harder with his jaws and held her body under his as his balls pulsed. Amura knew he was beyond stopping at this point so she lay still and awaited the release of his semen. Warm saliva wet her neck as he held her by the nape, his fangs pricking her skin. Xenosmilus growled low in his throat and pushed harder with his cock lifting her rump. Their tails entwined tightly as they shared a moment of absolute pleasure. Xeno's penis swelled inside her pussie, as Amura unconsciously held her breath. In one earthshaking moment, Xeno roared proudly, and reveled in the feeling of his semen flowing through his shaft and into his mate. When the first burst of hot tiger cum entered her, Amura thought she would die from pleasure. She was cumming uncontrollably as his second burst flowed deep into her womb. Amura's own creamy fluids were dripping down her thighs and coating his balls as her pussy overflowed. When his third burst came, Amura found that she could breathe again and she was soon gasping for air. He emptied his balls into her with five more bursts, roaring the whole time. Amura used her vaginal muscled to squeeze the last drops from him until his empty cock remained twitching in her vagina. Instead of his cock shrinking within her, Amura felt it grow larger. She looked up to find that he had changed from a Bengal tiger to a Siberian tiger. He worked his now huge cock into her cum slick pussie. His cock had swelled within her so much that they were stuck. Amura groaned as the sensations became too great. While in her feral form, Amura couldn't mold her body, so she concentrated on changing to her normal form. While she was transforming, Xeno drove his hips forward, causing her to fall facedown in the water. Amura gasped as the cold shocked her. After losing her concentration, she accidentally transformed all the way to her human form. In his Siberian tiger form, Xeno didn't just have nubs on his cock, he had actual spines. When the spines dragged along Amura's soft inner walls, she lost all hope of concentrating on transforming. Amura lay helpless as the tiger fucked her. He kept a slow pace as he attempted to loosen her up, but there was such a size difference that he finally had to resort to using brute force to mate with her. He held her with his jaws at first, but after finding that her skin cut too easily, he placed his paws in front of her so that she could hold his arms for support. He went deeper with each thrust pushing painfully against her cervix. Amura could hear his cum slick balls slapping wetly against the base of his shaft as he strove to enter her with his entire length. Amura's back bowed with his every thrust. Cold water teased Amura's nipples as her breasts dipped down to touch the water's surface each time Xeno thrust into her. Amura's body was straining and her tense muscles begged for rest as the tiger used her body. She had enjoyed their previous mating session, but this was the kind of mating she really enjoyed. She wanted to either absolutely dominate, or be dominated. Xeno was teetering on the edge of release and with one powerful thrust; he slid through her cervix, allowing his hot, pulsing cock to entered her virginal womb. He pushed so hard that he brought Amura's body to the limit of its flexibility. Her joints popped and her spine strained. Amura was unable to comprehend this new feeling as he entered a previously virginal part of her sex. She did know one thing for certain though, she liked the new sensations. She screamed, begging for more. Xeno was only too happy to comply as her began to piston within her, his balls slapping against her clit. His spines dug at her sensitive womb as he made her his. Amura was undergoing so many sensations that she couldn't sort them out. Icy water splashed against her bare skin while the cold air tried it's best to chill her to the bone. She held her body up against Xeno's warm fur and let him protect her soft skin from the elements. Every part of Xeno's body was focused on mating with her but he couldn't quite cum. His balls churned building up great pressure at the base of his cock, but little more than precum dripped from the tip. Her body was so tight that he couldn't muster enough pressure to push the cum down his shaft. Desperate for release, he began to mate her with increased vigor. He pummeled her mercilessly until a second orgasm caused his balls to pull up tight against his cock once again. As his semen built up, Xeno didn't even move, he just held his cock all the way inside of her. Amura heard a rumble deep in his throat as she held onto his shaking front legs. Fiery semen sprayed Amura's womb as Xeno roared victoriously. Xeno grabbed her around the neck holding her in place as he continued to fill her. Amura's breathing came in hitched gasps; she felt claws grow from her fingers as her body changed without her intending it to. Black fur covered her body while her blue eyes glowed red. Amura lost all coherent thought as she gave herself to the animal within. She bared her fangs and roared as their coitus came to an end. Her mind was that of an animal, desperate to mate and to hunt. Xeno seemed like he had had enough for one night, but Amura had just begun. She could feel this incredible power consume her, and she did nothing to stop it. She reveled in the darkness that enveloped her. Smiling as Xeno's cock slid out of her body, she took a deep breath. Growling hungrily, she swung her tail back and forth surveying the horizon. Moments later, she headed towards the woods to see what they had in store for her. She scaled the castle wall in one leap. It felt like the world was hers as she flew through the air. She hit the ground running and entered the forest. Amid the dark shadows of the midnight woods, the black cat hunted.

16 Secret Book. Over the edge of the horizon the sun crept until its glow touched the woodlands. Frost gave way to dew which dripped from the needles of the evergreens. Small animals were beginning to move about, and as the world woke up so did the young woman lying on a patch of soft grasses underneath a majestic chestnut tree. Her eyes fluttered open and as consciousness, set in she noted that she felt pleasantly full. Amura propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes scanning the area. A drop of dew hit her ear causing her to cringe and flick the tuft at the tip. It was then that she noticed what lay several feet away. It was a boot (similar to those used by hunters in the area) but the dried blood that clung to the rawhide was bringing back memories of the night. All she could recall were random images; a sword, claws tearing into flesh, then the feral beast growling as it fed. Her mind wandered back to how full she felt. It's best not to dwell on it Amura thought to herself, but she couldn't help it. Like a frightened child, she fled from the woods. When she had reached the safety of the castle, her mind was set. No matter what, she must escape this place. Things had gotten completely out of her control. She needed to find some way to break the enchantment Samantha had on her. For the next week, she spent her time in Samantha's library, searching for a counter-curse. While removing a stack of books from a bottom shelf, she noticed that the shelf was loose. After removing the board, Amura found a book hidden underneath the shelf. The book had a leather strap wrapped around it, binding it shut. The strap had some sort of keyed lock; it looked suspiciously like an enchanted booby trap. Amura attempted to use a spell to open the book; in return, she got a nasty shock. Amura was contemplating other means of opening it when a hand grasped her shoulder. She yelped and dropped the book. "Samantha.... I found it under the shelf," Amura explained, her tail twitching nervously. Samantha leaned close to Amura; "I hid it there because the spells that it teaches are very dangerous". She reached down, sliding her hand between Amura's legs. "But you my young tigress are also very dangerous". Samantha sank her teeth into Amura's neck. "You have become very powerful; perhaps you are ready to learn its secrets". She released Amura's neck and they rubbed cheeks. Samantha followed the scent of Amura's sex as she closed in on her pussie. Samantha waved her hand and out of nowhere, a key appeared. "My pet, Prove how much you desire it and I will let you have the key". Samantha temptingly dangled the key in front of Amura, and then ran the tip of her tongue across Amura's pussie. "MMMmmm rrrrr, I will happily do what you wish master". Amura let out a gasp, she couldn't believe it but she was about to cum. She pounced on Samantha, pinning her to the ground. Amura reached for the key but before her fingertips met the object, Samantha made it disappear in a wisp of smoke. "Nope, no key for you until you show me your desire". Amura growled, "Fine, a deal's a deal". She placed the tip of her tongue between Samantha's breasts, making sure to go at an agonizingly slow pace as she worked her way to Samantha's neck. When Amura reached the hollow of Samantha's neck, she lapped at the sensitive skin dragging her rough tongue across the surface. She worked her way back down the swell of Samantha's breast until she found a nipple protruding rigidly up from the smooth surface. Warm cream washed over Amura's tongue as she licked at the nipple, insistently. Soon she was suckling Samantha's breast. Amura felt a mouth go to her own breast as Samantha returned the favor. Amura teasingly brushed Samantha's pussie with her tail. Cream ran down the corner of Amura's mouth as she smiled down at Samantha. "Are you enjoying yourself yet" "Yes Amura" They drank each other's milk, as they ground their pussies together. While their female bodies intertwined, they seemed more animalistic than human. Drunk with lust, they probed the most intimate parts of each other's bodies. Amura reached her climax but she continued to drive on. She wanted to, no, needed to give Samantha satisfaction. At her zenith, Samantha roared powerfully, her body consumed with pleasure. Samantha placed the key in Amura's hand. "My young apprentice, you deserve the chance to use the book, but...," she whispered in Amura's ear."Just don't try any of the spells unless you're sure you can complete them". When Samantha left, Amura sat with the key in her hand, but she wondered if she had the courage to actually open the spellbook. She decided to put it in her room and worry about it in the morning. Yet again, the location of her room eluded her. She was certain at this point, that her room had indeed moved (Why, she didn't know). Eventually she found her room, Xeno and all. Exhausted, she laid the book on her nightstand and tried to get some sleep. Each time she would get drowsy the thought of nightmares would bring her back to full wakefulness. She spent the night holding Xeno close to her in an attempt to shield herself from her own mind. Dawn came and she looked at her nightstand, It was waiting for her (She no longer thought of it as a book it was simply It). It stared at her ominously. Amura decided to have breakfast before she did anything else. When she returned to her room, It seemed to be watching her. Amura finally decided that she wouldn't be scared of It, no matter how dangerous. With a resolute determination, she put the key in the lock and opened It to the first page. She cringed as a spirit leapt out of the page. She looked on while the spirit stood perfectly silent. Amura was about to say something, but was silenced when the spirit began to read the words off the page. She was very surprised to find that the first spell was one that Elvira had taught her. It gave the user the ability to absorb the powers of whomever he or she mated. The spirit mentioned that very few people were actually capable of this spell. It was an innate ability that couldn't be learned, it could only be awakened. Once the spirit finished reading, it faded away. It was then that Amura realized that she hadn't seen a ghost, but rather something akin to a memory. A turn of the page gave similar results. The ghostly apparition did a strange dance around the room as she cast a spell that caused a hurricane to appear. Amura could see the rain but it didn't affect her, apparently, the ghosts were only capable showing an illusion of their spells. Amura figured that the results would be much different if she tried the spell herself. She didn't think Samantha would appreciate her starting a hurricane inside the castle. Deeper in the book, she found several summoning spells that she didn't dare attempt. Eventually something caught her eye. It was a body transfer spell that would allow the caster to inhabit the body of another individual, while keeping full control of one's powers. There were two ways to accomplish the spell, either the spellcaster had to be mating with the desired individual, or the target of the spell would have to be willing to let the spellcaster enter their body. The spell was complicated but she had a plan. At night, Samantha usually kept Shade in her room for company, so Amura intended on using Shade's body to absorb some of Samantha's powers. That night she invited Shade into her room. While Shade climbed into her bed, Amura cast the spell on herself. She began to feel as if she was floating a little ways away from her body. Holding her concentration, she presented herself to Shade. He didn't need any more provocation than her tail swaying past her raised rump. Shade licked her thighs while his cock slid from its sheath. "Come on Shade, show me what you do for Samantha" Shade climbed across her body and rammed his cock deep with one well-aimed thrust. He must get a lot of practice with Samantha, Amura thought to herself. While joined, she began to have the sensation of being in two places at once. She could feel her body as well as his. As he mated with her, she started feeling more of his pleasure and less of her own. He was close to the brink; she knew it because she felt the pressure building within his shaft. When he ejaculated, she didn't even feel her own orgasm. Instead, she saw her body through Shade's eyes and felt his pleasure. Taking possession of Shade's body, she filled her body with his semen and let the raw animal pleasure flow through her. When Shade was done, he pulled out and licked himself back into his sheath. Amura found that she could feel his tongue rasping across his cock, but she couldn't directly control the licking unless he wanted her to. It took Amura awhile to get used to suggesting movements rather than doing them herself. She cajoled him into going to Samantha's chambers. Amura had never been inside Samantha's room, and she was astounded by how lavishly it was decorated. When they woke Samantha up, she patted Shade's head. "I thought you were staying with Amura tonight". Then she felt his wet cock touch her leg. "Oh so you've already finished with her. I hope you have some left for me". She crawled out of her black silk sheets and let her raven hair fall across her shoulders. When Amura saw how beautiful Samantha looked, sitting there in anticipation, she wanted to ram Shade's cock into her and fuck that gorgeous feline immediately. Samantha leaned down and licked Shade's cock. Amura gasped in her mind, though it came out of Shade as more of a purr. It was indescribable to have so much pleasure coming from a completely new part of her anatomy. When Shade was sufficiently hard, Samantha laid him on the bed and prepared to mount his glistening cock. Amura never thought that she would ever be able to connect this intimately with Samantha. Amura felt like her clit was Shade's cock and she was sliding it into Samantha. Samantha rode the cat, working her way to orgasm. Samantha wanted his feline semen in her body and Amura was ready to give it. When the moment of consummation had arrived, Amura let her have everything she had, pumping cum into Samantha and leaving white trails on the sheets. Samantha was surprised by how strongly Shade had orgasmed and it only served to heighten her own pleasure. Moments later, Samantha felt her own release and roared into the dark room, wanting the world to know that she was pleased with her mate. Amura felt the wave of magical power enter her body and was surprised to find that it wasn't as evil as she had expected. It had been nothing like the succubus. The warm rush Amura receive was more like the power she got from Panthaleon. Samantha lay on her back with a satisfied smile on her face while Shade headed back to Amura's room. When they were in her room, Amura decided that she didn't want to return to her body just yet. She had something to do first. She really wanted to find out what it felt like to masturbate as a male. She had Shade change to his Siberian form, and then she licked his huge cock until it was rigid. She slid the cock into her mouth and sucked it. She continued sucking, and sliding it into her mouth feeling the throbbing shaft on her tongue after several minutes, she felt an overwhelming pressure as his cock bucked and knew she was going to cum. She bucked her hips hard forcing the cock deep into her mouth. At last, she ejaculated filling her mouth with cum, more cum than she could ever swallow. Cum dripped from Shade's fangs as his pulsing cock slipped out of his mouth. Amura decided that she'd had enough fun for the time being, so she climbed on the bed and prepared to return to her body. Caught for a moment in wonder, Amura stared at her prone body. She had never seen herself from the outside. Her body really was quite beautiful, it was no wonder she had little trouble finding mates. A drop of semen dripped from her freshly mated pussie. It left a wet trail as it went down her inner thigh. Amura's focus turned back to the job at hand when Shade slid his still spurting cock into Amura's pussie. Almost immediately, she felt herself returning to normal. When his orgasm ended, she was herself again, but she was also very tired. Exhausted, she curled up between Xeno and Shade, and faded off to sleep. Over the next few days, Amura continued to work at breaking the charm. She was to the point where she could hold off Samantha's charm for several minutes, but she had to be careful not to let Samantha know what she was trying to do. When Samantha was near, Amura worked on learning the spells from the text Samantha had given her. It was during these study sessions that she learned something interesting about Xenosmilus and Shade. They were familiars that had been created by someone named Pardus. They were incapable of dying unless their master died (If one of them lost a master he would instantly perish). It said that they were very loyal, but still able to choose who they wished to have as a master. The fact that Xeno stayed so close to Amura pretty much determined that her had chosen her to be his master even though the book clearly said that Pardus had given the Cats to Samantha. The spell for creating such a familiar was so complicated that Amura didn't think she would ever be capable of it. When she was about halfway through the book, Samantha took the book from her and turned it to the last page. "You seem to like playing with Xenosmilus and Shade, so you might want to try this last spell." Samantha said. "I created this spell myself, so I want to see if you can cast it successfully." Amura looked at the text as a ghostly visage of Samantha floated before her eyes. Amura stared at the ghost for a moment; it was in Samantha's human form (A form that Amura had only seen Samantha use rarely because it made spellcasting harder). Samantha had told her that she wasn't born a Catrai; it was very likely that she had added her page to the book before she had become a Catrai. The incantation was incredibly complex, and it would have to be cast at the exact moment that Xeno and Shade ejaculated while mating with the caster. Supposedly, this spell would work with any two animals if they were capable of constant transformations. Samantha beckoned Shade to come over and lay on his back. When he was in position with his erect cock in the air, Amura crouched over him. Her calf brushed against his fur, and her tail swung back and forth nervously. She braced her hands on his shoulders while she lowered her body. She teased his cock-head with her wet sex, all the time imagining how good this was going to feel. Sensually, she slid his member into herself. By the time he was halfway in, she called Xeno over. When he saw that she was already mating, Xeno halted for a moment. Amura beckoned him over again, telling him that she would be able to handle both of them. Satisfied that he wouldn't hurt her, Xeno climbed over her back. When he reached her pussie, he began to slowly penetrate her. Amura bit her lip drawing blood. She had never experience anything like this before. She didn't even realize that she had sunk her claws into Shade's shoulders. The cats began to thrust at an alternating pace. In ecstasy, Amura's tail entwined with their tails. Samantha sat and watched her apprentice sink in carnal passion. Amura felt that she couldn't breathe when they started to thrust simultaneously. Her body wanted her to stop, but her mind drowned it out as her thoughts screamed for them to go harder. Samantha smiled "are you enjoying yourself, kitten", she said as she touched her finger to Amura's cheek. "Murrrrrhh" Amura's simple answer was a purr, but Samantha understood her well. The cats had their paws wrapped around her body and Amura felt as if they were moving as one, a connection based on more than simple pleasure. Soon it would be time to cast the spell; Amura cleared her mind and prepared to cast her magic. When Amura was ready, Samantha cast a spell that caused both of the cats to ejaculate. While they burst within her, Amura could feel her spell start to take effect. When it was done, Amura felt their cocks withdraw from her body. She looked behind her and saw that the spell had worked, rather than seeing two cats, she saw one large gray cat with dual cocks. Amura sat petting Xeno-Shade, her heart was beating fast as the surge of magical energy went through her. When her breathing had slowed, Amura removed the enchantment from the animals. Shade headed back to Samantha while Xeno stayed at Amura's side. "Samantha it's time for me to leave" Samantha looked confused. Amura herself couldn't believe what she had said, but suddenly felt unbelievably free. It was then that she realized it; she no longer felt like she couldn't leave, Samantha's charm had been broken. "I am no longer yours to command, I am going back to explain everything to my friends." "Clearly you are confused, you aren't going anywhere unless I tell you to" "Samantha, I am going to do what I see fit, I have exceeded you." "Not yet!" "Samantha, your charms are too weak you cannot control me any longer". Amura took Xeno by the collar and headed to the door. Just before she reached it, the door slammed shut. Amura turned around to glare at Samantha. It was then she noticed that Samantha didn't quite look herself. "Tsk, tsk Amura. Did you really believe that this castle belongs to Samantha"? Now it was Amura's turn to be confused. She didn't understand why Samantha was talking about herself as if she was another person. Her voice also sounded strange. "No, Amura, I don't think you will be going anywhere. You have shown great potential, potential that I wish to exploit". "If you aren't Samantha then who are you?" "Amura, we have met before. I already told you my name is Siana. Samantha's body just happens to be a useful vessel that I can use to speak to you. She has been under my control for well over four years now, but her usefulness has ended. It is your turn to take her place. It's not like you really have any choice". Samantha brought her hands together and all the doors in the room slammed shut. Amura's confusion gave in to anger. "I am nobody's puppet". "You are mine", Samantha said as she soared across the room and grabbed Amura by the throat. A white blur flew by them and Amura felt Samantha let her throat loose. Xeno growled at Samantha, blood dripping from his fangs. Samantha's arm was bleeding badly but she was still capable of fighting. Amura ducked as a huge fireball soared over her head; unfortunately, she hadn't ducked soon enough. She shrieked as her hair caught fire, and the vile smoke began to cloud the room. Amura cast a water spell to put out her hair then savagely leapt at Samantha. Shade tried to stop her but Xenosmilus intercepted his attack. Samantha flung another fireball at her and Amura reflected it. The ball of flame slammed into the wall, causing the tapestries to burn. Right before Amura reached her, Samantha cast a shockwave. Amura's breath was knocked out of her as she flew backwards. She crashed through the wooden wall and lay on the floor, barely conscious. Amura was furious, all she had wanted to do was leave, and there was no call for Samantha or Siana or whoever she was to have attacked her. Enraged, Amura stood back up. She saw a sword hanging over the fireplace mantle. As her mind darkened, so did the color of her fur. She took hold of the weapon and admired its razor sharp edge. The blade was thin (about three feet long she assumed), and cryptic marking ran down each side. A glimmer of her reflection looked back at her from the steel; her eyes were burning with a red fire. Armed as she was, Amura rushed back into the room from whence she had come. Xeno and Shade were battling furiously, but with their regenerative abilities, it would be an eternal struggle. With a swipe of his paw, Xeno sent shade tumbling into the burning wall, only to have Shade come back at him, claws raking the air. Samantha (who apparently though she had beaten Amura), was watching the fight while she conjured a huge fireball above her hand. Amura leapt forward, sword drawn. Samantha didn't notice that something was amiss until the last moment. She turned and flung the fireball at her adversary, but even as Amura was envelope in the flame, her blade pierced true. Amura fell to the floor, unable to see anything through the haze of fire. When she breathed, the flame scorched her lungs. She rolled frantically in an attempt to put herself out, but only succeeded in igniting the floor. Samantha coughed blood, and fell to her knees, the sword jutting from her chest. As her life ebbed, Siana left her. Samantha came to her senses and realized the horror of what had happened. The air was thick with acidic smoke. Above her, the rafters were burning like so much tinder. Before her very eyes, flame was consuming Amura as it consumed the castle. Amura shrieked in agony, the sound ringing in Samantha's ears. "Amura, I never meant for this to happen. But... thank you for breaking the curse which has ruled me for so long." Samantha felt weak, but as she felt life leave her, she felt Siana's hold on her break completely. She took pleasure in the knowledge that she would die free from that evil woman. She fell to her back as her strength gave way. A large chunk of the roof had caved in and through the opening; she could see the last glimmer of starlight before it was overcome by the dawn. Everything around her was on fire but she began to feel cold nonetheless. The edge of the sword was cutting into her but the pain was so distant that she scarcely recognized it existence. "Forgive me, Amura". Samantha saw an angelic being standing over her, then felt herself lifted off the ground. The angel spread her wings (White, with gold tinges at each feather's tip), and her golden hair wafted in the breeze as they soared up into the glow of the rising sun.

17 Old Friends. One thousand miles away, a young vixen warrior stood at attention. After recruitment in the Imperial Regiment, Chenoa spent many a day sleeping in barracks, as well as being hassled by the other soldiers. As the only non-human in her regiment, she had been a form of amusement for the others. The jokes had been bad enough, but Chenoa chose not to dwell on the things she had been forced to do, (not that she hadn't enjoyed most of their 'Punishments'.) Alas, those days were behind her now. Chenoa Lagotinus marched into the castle throne room, all eyes turned to her. She didn't recognize anybody, save one. Warrington sat in the throne at the end of the walkway. He had been made king of his providence, and his first official act was to knight an old friend. Chenoa felt her knees shaking, as she closed the gap. Her dreams of being a warrior had never brought on fancies of knighthood, but here she was. She kneeled before the throne, and then recited the vows she had memorized. "Arise, Lady Lagotinus", King Warrington proclaimed as he knighted her. Chenoa stood, and then received a fine steel sword, as well as a tunic bearing the insignia of the providence. Everyone applauded as Chenoa took her seat at the right-hand side of the king.** Later that night, Warrington sat before his fire, reading messages. He took note that an army was amassing up north, but knew he was too far away to be overly concerned. Chenoa had promised him a special surprise (whispering into his right ear while he sat in his throne room), but it was getting so late that he assumed she had forgotten. "Millie, would you lay out my bedclothes. I will be turning in soon," he stated. Warrington put away his scrolls while the maid took care of his vestments. Her job complete, Millie bade him goodnight as she left his room. Warrington noted that she had forgotten to stoke the fire, she is the most absent minded servant I have ever had, but the only one I have known long enough to trust. Warrington was about to tend to the fire, but a loud rapping sound from behind, instantly got his attention. Chenoa snickered at his expression as she stood outside the window. "My dear lady, what madness put you out there?" Warrington asked as he released the latch. Chenoa pushed the window open, and leapt onto his chest. Warrington stumbled backwards, and fell onto his bed. "Chenoa, what the..." his questions became silenced when she covered his mouth with a kiss. She went up for air, and then used her claws to tear her shirt off. Her huge breasts swayed, as they stood exposed amid the tattered remains of her shirt. "Do ya like em", Chenoa asked (her head tilted to the side innocently), while she cupped her breasts. "Yes Chenoa, they are more beautiful than one could imagine while you are properly clothed." Even under the circumstances, he remained in full control of his emotions. "Well, tonight they are all yours, and tomorrow night, and the night after..." she leaned forward "but I have another present for you as well." Chenoa began to unlace the crotch of her pants. There was a creak of hinges across the room, as Millie walked in carrying a fire poker. Completely oblivious of the other two in the room, she got the fire roaring. When she turned to speak, all that came out was something that sounded like "eep". "Millie I haven't seen you in years", Chenoa exclaimed as she rushed over to hug the maid. Millie stood utterly still as Chenoa hugged her, her hand gripping the poker protectively. The vixen's breasts had completely covered her face, but she managed to get out a muffled reply. "Nice seeing you to Chenoa. I should be going". Chenoa had a big smile on her face as she released the girl from her embrace. "Millie, I have a favor to ask you." "What do you require, Lady Lagotinus". "Could you stand watch at the door and make sure we aren't disturbed." "Yes milady", Millie said as she walked out of the room, obviously wishing she could have escaped unseen. Chenoa turned back to the bed and found Warrington right where she had left him. "My friend Amura told me how much fun you two had when you met", Chenoa said as she dropped the tattered remains of her shirt, "Due to that, I have a proposition for ya". "Well what is it you desire Lady Lagotinus". "Please call me Chenoa. I will happily do what you wish of me, but there is a certain problem with this castle". Warrington raised an eyebrow, "What problem, Chenoa?" "I seem to have a certain thorn in my side, sergeant Thorn actually. I would be forever grateful if you could do something to deter him." "Ah, he still has not forgotten about the sword incident, or that broken arm Amura gave him, for that matter." "No, he hasn't. So Warrington, what do you say". "Chenoa, as a knight, you outrank him, therefore I give you leave to reassign him". "I didn't think about that" Chenoa contemplated this idea as she sat on the bed. "So" Warrington said as he massaged her shoulders. "I wonder if he likes snow" Chenoa smiled wickedly. Warrington leaned over to kiss her. Chenoa met the kiss as she pulled off her remaining vestments. They made love passionately twice that night... The wet sounds of their bodies mingled with moans of pleasure. Shy as she was, Even Millie could not help but look into the room. Her eye to the keyhole, Millie saw Chenoa's heaving body laid spread eagle on the bed. King Warrington was vigorously driving his dick into her cunt. Millie's breath caught in her throat when she saw Chenoa look her direction. Millie stood up and resumed scanning the hallway for anyone who might interfere. Her willpower did not last long however, Millie soon found herself drawn to the keyhole again. She eyed Chenoa growling in the throes of ecstasy as her spasming cunt sprayed with sexual fluids. As she watched, Millie felt a sudden rush of heat between her legs. Like an explosion, the feeling coursed through her body. Millie hung on the doorframe, for support, while the warm honey from her sex dripped down her inner thigh. When they had settled down, Millie managed to pull her eyes away and head to her room. Deep into the night, Warrington lay by Chenoa's side. He held her body, so strong yet so supple, in his powerful arms. "If we keep this up, the populace will talk" Warrington whispered to her. "If they talk, I will shut them up," Chenoa answered, giggling. "We could just tell them that I have chosen you as Queen, my lady". "Queen?" Chenoa gave him a look of bewilderment at him "That sounds too good to be true. You're not messing with me are you?" She was suddenly on the defensive. "No Chenoa, I mean it down to my soul". "Well, being Queen doesn't sound bad at all". Chenoa said as she held him tightly."You don't mind if I need some time to think it over?" "Take all the time you need", King Warrington said as he held his vixen.** Elvira stood before Samantha's grave. "So, it is over". Beside the wooden cross, she saw the grave of Samantha's pet, Shade. There was no sign of Amura. "Amura, you have done what I seemed to have failed at for half my life", Elvira said to herself. She walked up the road to the ruined castle. Elvira's face betrayed no emotion. I feel, hollow, she looked at her hands, a tremble coursed through them. "Amura", Elvira said to the sky, "you have killed my best friend, my greatest enemy, my only reason to push forward. For that, I thank you; the hell I have lived in is now at an end. The shame, the guilt (I only pray that Samantha forgives me for not being there for her in the beginning)." When she reached the castle, Elvira pulled a scroll out of her pack. She took a seat in the charred remains of the dining room, and began to write. To the one who discovers this note. Please return it to Validus of the Catrai. Amura, remember what I have taught you. May those teachings give you the needed strength in the days to come. Sir Shane, forgive me for leaving you without a goodbye. Take care of Neko; she loves you very much. Validus, only you can truly understand my reasons. Most likely, it will be you to find this place. Please lay me beside Samantha. Do not let Pardus follow my path. He trusts you; perhaps you can console him. Goodbye. _ Elvira signed her name, and then laid the letter on the table. Her mind elsewhere, Elvira made her way to the top of the castle. Once on top, she took note that there was a hole in the roof. She went to the edge and looked in to the remains below. Eighty feet down, there was a dark spot where blood had stained the floor. Elvira almost thought she could hear the voices of her old friends. _is this where Samantha met her fate? It seems fitting that mine should be the same. . Elvira unsheathed the sword with which she had sworn to kill Samantha. The blade had failed to do its job, because she had long ago missed her one chance to use it. Her hand relaxed and the sword rolled free. She saw her image reflecting (she looked draw out, tears streaked her face), as the weapon tumbled into the darkness below. Into that image she fell, tumbling through the acrid air of that burnt out ruin below. A smile came across her face as the wind whipped her hair back. She though briefly that she heard the voice of and old friend. The last casualty of my mistake... Of what I did to Samantha.** In the city of Panthaleon, known to most simply as the North City, a king sat beside the empty throne of his queen. King Panthaleon's mind was constantly drawn to the memories of his lost mate, Amura. Why did she leave? Where did she go? , such thoughts tormented his waking mind. However, at heart, he knew why she was gone. He had much business to take care of, but he was not able to concentrate on it. Despairing over his procrastination, Panthaleon chose to give up for the day. Wandering the halls of his palace, he decided to check up on the prince. "How are you son?" The young prince dropped his studies and rushed over to greet his father. Panthaleon felt joy fill his heart as they spoke, but as always, the conversation turned to the boy's mother. "Father, when is she coming back?" "I do not know, son, but trust me she will return. Now come on, it is getting late, you should get some sleep". After putting his son to bed, Panthaleon headed to the master bedroom. At all times, the king's guards followed him. All, seemingly harmless women, they were the most deadly guards in the whole castle. As he lay on his bed, his mind was elsewhere. Amura had been gone for over two months. In all that time, he had heard no word from her. Princess Alurios had told him that Amura would need their help, but how could he help her if he did not even know where she was. Alurios had long since left the castle, but she told Pardus to beware of a black furred Catrai. He had not seen anything to be worried about so he assumed that no news was good news. He concluded that he needed to relieve some tension if he ever intended to get to sleep. Panthaleon called one of his female guards over. She stood smiling as he removed her armor. She then eagerly climbed into bed and gripped his mane as she embraced him. Panthaleon purred as her soft skin pressed against his body. A warmth was growing between his legs. Panthaleon leaned back and let her play with his feline cock. She wrapped her hands around his warm flaccid equipment, and then began to gently squeeze his balls. Several more of the women removed their armor and climbed onto the bed as his lionhood grew. One woman licked his balls while his rising cock slid along her brow. Two others were licking the sides of his rod. A fourth was looking up at him with her deep brown eyes as she carefully took the barbed head of his shaft into her mouth. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Panthaleon mounted her. Her entrance was smooth and warm; her tight pussie gripped his rod. The brown-eyed woman gasped when she felt his jaws wrap around the back of her neck. Panthaleon bit down on her neck as his animal instincts took over. His balls slapped her vulva as his pace increased. Soon he was roaring as semen flowed into her delicate pussie. She screamed from the pain of his barbed penis digging at her sensitive inner walls, and from the incredible pleasure she felt from his lion cock stimulating her in ways that no man could. He pulled his spurting cock free of her and immediately sank it into the next pussie he saw. Panthaleon did not rest that night until he had pleased all of his women. To him though, the pleasure was a empty feeling.** Shane finished checking the guard posts in the city of Panthaleon then headed back to the palace. He had requested that he be transferred here while in the Imperial Army. Officially, he had been sent to maintain the northern front, but unofficially he wanted to spend time with Neko. She would not have been allowed on the encampment, but here he had made sure that he was supplied a room in the palace. Getting Panthaleon to sign the order was easy enough. When he reached his room, Shane readied himself before entering. As expected, Neko rushed at him when she saw him come through the door. "Oof" Shane felt the air leave his lungs as a furry missile hit him square in the chest. Neko, the missile in question, was hugging him tightly as he attempted to remove his helm. "Shane, I got word that you were going to be returning to the palace someday soon. I thought I could restrain myself, but I guess my willpower did not last very long. Are you happy to see me?" "Neko, you are my only source of joy these days. The regiment has been lonely; it seems that unseen forces are approaching from all sides. If they were to attack, we could not hold the city, not without more men. The thought of your sweet face seemed to be the only thing capable of making me push onward". Shane found himself chuckling (her presence was enough to drive all thoughts of war from his mind). "Shane are you really going to be assigned at the palace for as long as Panthaleon deems necessary." "Yes Neko." "Then I will have to convince him that your presence is needed here for the rest of your military service." She smiled cutely. As Shane removed his tarnished armor, (days in the field had done more damage than swords. Rust and dirt clung to every crevasse of his steel plate), he was glad that he would not be required to be clad so heavily while in the city. Neko helped Shane to wash the grime from his body, while Shane told her of all that had transpired. Neko was especially glad to hear about Chenoa being knighted. He thought of asking about any news of Amura, but he thought better of it, she would have told me if she had learned anything new. Similar thoughts were going through Neko's mind. Dusk came, the red rays of the setting sun barely illuminating their room. Neko slept soundly, wrapped in Shane's protective arms. As Shane watched her sleep, he felt a happiness fill him. The rest of the world could fall down around us, he thought to himself but it would not matter, as long as I have you by my side. These thoughts played in his mind as he too drifted off to sleep.