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Soul of a tiger Chapter IV

Things went pretty smooth over the past few weeks Lady Eria had to admit. Naturally, the antelope was a pessimist, but since they took over the city, she had gotten everything she had wanted. The new lord, Lord Kuarnuk had kept his word, providing her with her own little palace. Those had been the property of some lousy Amandir before, but now that this cat noblewoman was out, this palace would be her private realm. She had big plans and even though she was sure that Kuarnuk had a close eye on her, fearing her magic, she could act relatively freely now.

The space inside the golden pentagram she had painted on the floor was covered with ash, the ash of a burned down temple of Nishija. It had been the hardest part to get that, Kuarnuk surely wasn't a very religious person, but he knew that he couldn't offend the priests - not all of them, not yet. So she had to get that ingredient from the black market. The next thing she needed had actually been easier to obtain.

But what caught her attention wasn't the ash, or the burning candles all around the evocation circle. It was the young male lying inside the pentagram. The Amandir with the black and white fur had been a novice in the local temple of Thanis and he had been stupid enough to support Rachna Khan. Stupid boy, speaking for a man who had fled the city. Luckily, the goat mercenaries only threw him into prison and even better, as a novice, he had never been with a woman.

Now he was lying there, bound at his hands and feet with golden chains, his mind still clouded from the drugs Eria had given him. The boy sighed softly and his head moved from one side to another. How old was he? 17, 18 years maybe? But he was pretty handsome, slender, yet toned but still with small shoulders of a young boy. The red-headed human was surely enjoying her work. The prostitute was on her hands and knees, licking the boys fully erect member. She had been doing so for a couple of minutes now and while the boy was panting in his unconscious arousal, Eria could see the glistening wetness of the womans arousal, too. The prostitutes had been pretty busy since all those new soldiers were in town, but Eria offered this one a good amount of money and she couldn't say no to such an offer.

Eria was sitting on a lounger, one hand under the silken fabric of her robe, gently stroking her own sex. There was no reason not to enjoy the show herself, besides, she had learned over time that some magic worked better when the sorcerer was, stimulated, too.

After a few more minutes, that human girl slithered up the males bound body like a snake, making his member disappear between her breasts, then running her hands over his chest until she was eye to eye with him. Kissing the half unconscious boy, she placed her knees left and right from his waist, reached down with her hand and guided him towards her flower. Eria was pretty sure that he wouldn't have resisted anymore even with a clear mind, but there was no reason to take that risk. She watched as the prostitute slowly impaled herself on the male and as she did, the antelope pushed her finger into herself, sighing while watching the show.

With a sigh of disappointment, the antelope sorceress stopped pleasuring herself and got back up, re-arranging her dress, while still watching the human girl moving her body on that poor boy. She was pretty good Eria had to admit with a little bit of envy. But that could only help her. There were different ways to betray Kiya, the guarding goddess. To bribe her with a sacrifice, to distract her with magic, or to distract her with such a show.

Eria walked around the pentagram, yes, this should be sufficient. The woman moved in a steady rhythm, her breasts bouncing with every movement and while the boy was still under the effect of her drugs, his hips moved out of their own, up against the girl riding him. Too bad that he wouldn't have a chance to enjoy his first mating conscious.

"Onia omaja tern, tharek una cheer." Eria fell into a slow chant as she encircled the two, spreading sparkling, golden powder onto them. The ritual was complicated, it looked easy, but her mind started a long journey, transmitting the emotions in that room into a different sphere. It was risky, but she was well aware of her own powers.

Minutes passed and small droplets of sweat formed on the red-heads pale skin, one or two falling onto the heaving chest of her bound lover. Both of them panted hard and moaned every now and then, unaware of the flickering air around them.

"Turas jee onia." Eria was sweating as well. Invisible for any untrained eye, she had found a channel to the reams she had been searching for, now it was time to find her goal and to keep the connection up.

Each time she slammed down, a smacking sound filled the room, the girl had her hands still on the males chest and from the look in her face, she was in pure ecstasy. Too bad that Eria couldn't allow her partner to reach his peak so fast, it would have spoiled the whole ceremony, but he was pass the point of caring anyway and very soon, the blurring air made it impossible to witness what was happening inside the pentagram.

"Una hatja chaa cha tuham." Eria was trembling, she had put all her power into this spell and she wouldn't be able to keep the connection much longer. He entity had to choose quickly, or was it playing with her? Testing out how long she would be able to hold the bridge?

With a loud cry, both human and Amandir reached their peak. A flashing light filled the room, a scent from flowers and burning meet at the same time filled Eria's nostrils, then the blurring slowly vanished. The sorceress sank down to her knees, panting hard, not taking her eyes from the pentagram. At first, she only saw a mass of flickering light, then it slowly took form, an almost bright shape, body, arms, legs, only a few moments later, there was a white tiger with black stripes lying inside the pentagram. For a moment, it seemed to carry features of both girl and boy who had been inside the pentagram before, then, for a brief moment, it took on the shape of a female tiger, only to then turn male.

"Hm, interesting." The tiger said, stretching it's muscular limps, raising it's head, piercing blue eyes in a flawless face framed by black hair with white strains and topped by two slightly backwards curved, black horns. The demon grinned.

"What do you find so interesting?" Eria asked, her eyes meeting those of the demon.

"A mortal sorceress bolt enough to summon an entity much stronger then her pathetic magic." The voice of the demon thudded.

"Pathetic?" Eria made a step towards the circle, her gaze still locked on the demon: "I brought you here and I could sent you back, I know your name -Desdemona."

For a brief moment, uncertainty crept onto the beings face: "So you do, and I see the pendant you want to control me with that?"

"Control is such a harsh word, let's just say, I'm making it more interesting for both of us to come to an agreement."

"An agreement with a demon? You are either very confident or very foolish."

"It would be foolish not to agree upon my offer." Eria said with a smile, opening her robe, granting Desdemona a good look upon her bosom: "I have a lot I can offer you." She added, sinking down onto her knees just in front of the tiger, making sure she stayed out of the circle.

Desdemona grinned: "Well, if you serve me now, I might be willing to serve you later."

"You should know that I keep my word." Lord Kuarnuk said with benevolent voice. The tiger was standing in front of the throne that seemed just a little too big for him. In front of him - and a few steps below, there were his officers, as well as numerous noblemen and officials he had ordered to come to his palace.

Attrek, the chief of the boar tribe was the first the new lord addressed personally: "For your loyal service, I appoint you to Satrap of Gaugalis. Each of your soldiers will be rewarded with two farmsteads taken from the belongings of the former Satrap."

With a grunt, Attrek turned to the slender feline next to the tiger lord: "Is that good land?" PaoTir bowed slightly: "Yes Satrap, hardly any land produces more rice."

"Good, then I thank you Lord Kuarnuk." Attrek said, bowing towards his lord.

The next in line was Lithar. The chief of the goat people had helped him in the same way Attrek had, and he had been promised the same reward, but then again, he was a very different person. Unlike the goar, who was still wearing the filthy furs and leather he possessed in the north, this warrior had dressed like a local nobleman, a nobleman at war that was. A light leather armor with golden decorations and a curved sword.

"Lithar, from now on you will be known as the Satrap of Wescamor." Kuarnuk simply said: "Oh, and I want to talk to you later."

"Yes my lord." Lithar replied.

"Marruk, from the townsguard." PaoTir introduced a relatively young, athletic Amandir, a member of the cat-race, like she was herself.

"Ah yes, you were the one who sent his troops back into the barracks when I took what belongs rightfully to me." Kuarnuk didn't bother to hide his disgust over that coward. Sure, his actions hadn't been in any way brave, but still he looked down at others who appreciated their lives more then their honor or duty.

"I did what seemed the right thing back then my lord. After all, you are the rightful lord of Kolmarkarr."

"Well, your actions will at least benefit you. Since those who stood up for my father died, you are now the leader of the townsguard. Lady PaoTir will explain everything you need to know in detail later." Now Kuarnuk turned towards his officials: "All of you who followed my order to come here and worship me will keep their positions, you will return to your domains and make sure that peace and order is retained. Work good for me and I will reward you."

As he left the audience hall, the tiger turned to his fathers wife, who now served as his administrator: "I want you to sent each one who was here 1000 pieces of gold."

"My lord, this will cost us more then 20.000." PaoTir threw in.

"I want to buy me their loyalty. How many were missing?"

"Six, two of them custodians and two noblemen. Two more custodians had been killed in the battle."

"And the others will soon follow." Kuarnuk answered.

The ceiling looked unfamiliar. That weird thought came to Keshi's mind when she first opened her eyes. Dark wood with some carvings she could barely see. Was it dark? Where was she? What had happened? Apparently she was lying in some bed, but certainly not hers. The battle. The memory came back to her. Her treacherous half-brother had conquered Kolmarkarr, her fathers town - her town! Somehow she had managed to escape, but what happened then, she had no memories about.

"Ah you are finally awake." With some effort, Keshi turned her head, only to see an Amandir - a cat sitting next to her. Yellow eyes in a brown face, surrounded by darker brown hair looked gently down at her: "I wondered if you would ever come back to us."

"What happened? Where am I?" Keshi tried to rise from the bed, but immediately, a brutal pain rushed through her body.

"Easy." The cat calmed her and gently, placing one hand upon her shoulder, guided her back into a lying position: "You are safe here. This is Nishija-Namar, my house. I am Diantha."

"How long?"

"How long? You mean how long did you sleep? Almost six days now." Diantha answered with a gentle smile: "When we found you at the river-bank, you had lost a lot of blood, your wounds are looking much better now, but you are still very weak."

"Six days? Kolmarkarr, what happened there?"

Diantha nodded: "I thought you came from there. The town has been taken over by Prince Kuarnuk and his soldiers. I talked to a group of merchants yesterday. There is a lot of armed people on the roads, but other then that, everything seems normal."

"Normal?" Keshi groaned: "That treacherous bastard, he, he-" She stopped, most likely, everyone thought she was dead, maybe it would be better to keep it that way. And Diantha didn't ask further after that emotional burstout. Instead,she helped Keshi to sit up a little and put a bowl with soup against her lips, helping her with her first meal for almost a week.

PaoTir was glad that she was allowed to stand a few steps away, when Kuarnuk was talking to Lithar. She hated those warriors from the north. They were brutal, reckless and this one in particular was also deceitful, only with their help had her step-son been able to take over the city, take her and everyone in the palace prisoner and most likely, killed her husband.

"Lithar, I gave you rich land and if you want, you and your men have every right to go there and live as farmers." Kuarnuk said.

"You mean like Attrek?" The goat laughed: "they are no farmers. But I wouldn't stand here, if you didn't have another offer for me."

"That is right. You are here and not Attrek because you are smart." I have others who can manage your lands outside the town, you and your warriors, you would be much more useful as my personal guard." Kuarnuk said.

"A guard of 40 men? You are more paranoid then I thought."

"Well, call it guard and soldiers for special duties."

"What do you offer me?" Attrek asked.

"Eight gold for each of your men, every month. 100 for you and the title of a baron from Cal'Tar."

"120 and I would need some slaves to work on my farms." Lithar stated.

"110 gold and 20 slaves, would that do?"

PaoTir had the boring duty to set up the details of that contract, she ordered one of her trusted scribes to purchase the slaves and had to give orders to the treasury that there would be even more money they had to spent." Finally, she was allowed to leave the office and retire to the few rooms that were left of her former quarters in the palace.

The gallery that lead back into her rooms had always been a place of peace and contemplation for PaoTir, she loved the replicated wilderness of the garden and the warm light that fell onto the stones. But since Kuarnuk had taken over the town, this place was nothing but a shadow of better times for her. At least, she didn't have any unpleasant encounter there. No way to avoid them on that path. And then, she saw lady Eria coming her way and she wasn't alone.

"Lady PaoTir." The antelope said with her usual fake smile upon her lips.

"Lady Eria." The feline didn't bother to hint a bow but the sorceress ignored that:

"A wonderful day isn't it?" She looked onto the gardens as if they were hers.

"It is." PaoTir answered, eyeing the young woman at Eria's side. It was one of the rare white tigers an unusual sight so far to the south. More unusual were only her sharp horns, looking very much like those of Erias, but a bit more curved. Her hair was black with some white strands. Her clothes were more then revealing and PaoTir had to admit that she had a beautiful body.

"I bet your summits must be tiring." The antelope brought her back from her thoughts.

"Well, sometimes, but it helps if the one you give advises too listens." PaoTir knew her addressee would get the hint.

"Certainly, still I'm worried that you might have too much work and get too little, well, distraction."

"I appreciate your worries Lady Eria, but rest assured that I get all the free time I need."

"You see,my friend here." She gestured towards the tigress by her side: "Would be more then happy to help you out, she knows quite a few tricks to help you relax." Eria paused, leaving it open to which kind of trick she was referring.

Again Paotir felt her attention drawn to the tigress at Eria's side. Who was she?

"A friendly offer but no, thank you, I have everything I need. If you would excuse me now." The feline turned to leave.

"Certainly, and if you reconsider, you know where to find me." Eria grinned.

A few hours later, PaoTir swam in her own pool. He husband had built this luxurious hall a couple of years ago for her recreation and she came here almost daily. Rachna Khan, her husband. What had happened with him? She hadn't been able to get in contact with him when her treacherous stepson had taken over the city. A few days later, Kuarnuk had told her that Rachna was dead, but rumor in the city told her otherwise. He wasn't young anymore, much older then she was, but still, Rachna was one of the greatest warriors she had ever seen. He had conquered the city with a handful of his warriors and his own sword killed that corrupt lord more then 20 years ago, she couldn't belief he died by the hand of some filthy boar.

Paotir looked over to Taja. The girl looked into nothingness, awaiting her mistress's command. She had to play along, serve Kuarnuk and wait, as long as she behaved, Taja and all the others were safe. She wasn't a warrior, she couldn't conquer the town with a sword, she had other skills and she would use them to be ready once the time had come to repay those traitors. But if she made a mistake, she risked her life and that of Taja.

"Lady PaoTir?" She heard a voice behind her. Who dared to come to her chambers without asked her permission first? She turned around and saw a sturdy white tiger there. Long black and white hair, flawless, almost expressionless facial features, shimmering fur. He reminded her so someone. That female tiger, the girl that had been with Eria.

"Yes?" She asked back, trying to give her voice an authoritarian undertone.

The tiger smiled, exposing his long, white teeth: "My lady sent me to you just in case you - changed your mind."

She heard her loyal servant somewhere on the other side of the pool: "It's okay Taja, you can go."

"Are you sure my lady?" Uncertainty swung in the young girls voice.

"Yes, all is well, you can retire now."

"As you with my lady." The blind girl got up, bowed and left, again leaving PaoTir in awe about how easily she moved in a known surrounding. Then PaoTir turned her attention back to the tiger in front of her. His chest rose and fell with every single of his slow breathes and she admired his muscles, it wasn't unusual that simple craftsmen or artisans just wore loincloth, but in her palace it was, yet, the sight was pretty exciting.

"I know that what you said earlier wasn't the full truth." the tiger said.

"Earlier?" PaoTir asked, who was he? How many of those horned tigers did Eria bring into town.

"I'm sure you don't have everything you need. I can hear it in your voice, I can taste it in the air." For such words alone PaoTir should have thrown him out of town, but then again, he was fascinating.

"What did she tell you?" Then, realization hit PaoTir: "She told you nothing right? You are the female I saw earlier."

The tiger bowed: "You are as smart as you are beautiful. You may call me Desdemona and I can be whatever you want."

PaoTir slowly walked towards the stairs not far away from Desdemona, the tigers eyes followed her closely.

"But what are you?" She took a step, then another, the water making her fur clench to her body like a second skin. She didn't bother to cover herself, PaoTir had never been prude.

"Does that matter? Eria is a sorceress you should expect the unexpected around her." Desdenoma answered, smiling his winning smile again.

"And you want to - what? Help me?" PaoTir asked.

"It doesn't matter what I want. My mistress has sent me to you. But seeing you here,yes, I want to help you."

The cat was now only a few inches away from the much taller tiger and she felt small and vulnerable so close to him, but surprisingly, not in a bad way. She had been commanding servants all day and did that for the past decade and a half, was it wrong that she wanted to be held by a strong male? That she wanted to be claimed and pleasured by him without questioning, without responsibility and without ulterior motives? Just good, unbinding sex. Then again, she had never been so straight forward. He was a gift from Eria? That sorceress had other things in mind then helping others feel comfortable, she should be careful. But then, he was handsome - very handsome and charming.

A few moments passed, then he wrapped his strong arms around her, pulled her close and before she could act, she felt his lips upon hers. She was pulled against his muscular chest and she enjoyed feeling his warm firm body against her soft breasts. Not really thinking, she opened her mouth and let his eager tongue slip into her mouth. His taste was intoxicating. Strong, masculine, yet again warm and sweet, like an echo of the female form he had taken on earlier. She soon answered his kiss, letting her tongue roam freely, licking along those dangerous, long teeth and dancing around his skilled tongue. How quickly she was submitting to him. But then again, why shouldn't she? He was just a servant, someone sent to her, submitting to him wouldn't change anything it was just the moment, just for her and his enjoyment. Besides, his touches felt really good on her. Still kissing, being so close to him, she could feel his hard erection under his loincloth. It made her strangely proud that she had the same effect upon him that he had on her but her rational mind was already clouded by her lust. She could clearly feel that he was big, but not too big for her, right? She was tempted to go down on her knees,to wrap her hands around that proud member, to kiss and suck it, but then again, in his arms, she felt powerless, letting him control the situation, she didn't dare to act on her own.

And luckily, she didn't had too. His strong hands came to rest on her firm behind, groping her cheeks determined but not painful. Still kissing, he lifted her up from the ground easily. She felt her nude, still wet body rubbed against his muscular frame, her hands wandered over his neck, against his chest. Getting the idea, she wrapped her legs around his waist, being held in mid-air by him. He could hold her like that so easily. Sure, she was a slender person and he was strong, but still, he could lift her without effort, she felt his supernatural strength. A tremble ran through her as she was there, at his total mercy, her body shaking from a desire that hadn't been there a moment before. Yes, she wanted him, she needed him, but he would decide when she would get what she needed.

He broke the kiss and his soft lips traveled over her neck, kissing her warm fur, sending shivers of delight through her.

"Now you may ask for it." He whispered into her ear and it was more a command then an offer.

PaoTir didn't hesitate for a moment, with rasp voice she answered: "Yes, please, please take me!"

Barely said, he lowered her down just a little bit, the burning hot tip of his fully erect, slick member got into touch with her waiting sex, making her whimper in need. Why was he fully nude suddenly? It didn't matter.

She tried to push her pelvis against him, but it was no use, she was at his mercy.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes fuck me!" PaoTir begged and now finally, he lowered her further, allowing his member to slip between her wet folds, penetrating into her waiting body easily. She could feel him sinking in, gravity doing most of the work as his textured feline member brushed against her tender inner flesh. How good he felt. He was so big, filling her, stretching her right to the point where ultimate pleasure would turn into pain. His clawed fingers dug more firmly into her behind as he again lifted her up, the sensation of his cock rubbing against her inner walls being so wonderful that PaoTir quivered and whimpered against his chest. Then, forcefully, he let her down again, eliciting another moan from the slender female. Her hands were still on his chest as she herself clawed against him, wanting him to repeat this motion and very soon, he was lifting and dropping her in a powerful, slow rhythm, the thrusts of his hips adding to the movement, sending wave after wave of new pleasure through PaoTir's body. She finally wrapped her legs around his hips, aiding him as he kept on rocking her body.

The lady had her eyes closed, she had experienced quite a few males and she had enjoyed it but this was more intense than anything before in her life. It was as if he instinctively knew what she wanted, what she needed and what her body enjoyed. And it was so easy to just give in and let him make her feel good. It was out of this world.

When she reached her first mind blowing orgasm, crying out her pleasure, shaking and quivering in his grip, he suddenly held her very gently, only to let her down onto the ground a moment later. She felt her legs trembling, but just watching at this handsome male and his erect malehood made her want more.

"Turn over milady." He said with his deep, comforting, yet demanding voice. And she didn't need another invitation. She got in position on her hands and knees, wriggling her behind invitingly and gasped as she felt his hands upon her back.

Thanks to Diantha's care, Keshi felt better already. Two more days had passed, days Keshi had spent in bed, not without protest, but her rescuer had insisted upon that. And Diantha had been right, Keshi was still too weak to get up. She had told the cat who she was, feeling that she could trust her, but much to her surprise, Diantha seemed to know that already, or at least, had a guess.

The night had already set when Diantha returned to Keshi's room to look after her guest.

"Where is my sword?" Keshi asked, sitting up a little.

"Sword? I didn't see any sword." Diantha shrugged.

"It must have been there. A long-sword with a golden hilt, showing a tiger." Keshi insisted.

"No, I'm sorry." Diantha shook her head: "Most likely it ended up at the bottom of that river."

"No, no, no." Keshi lifted her upper body further: "That can't be, I need that sword, it was a gift from my father." She didn't bother to conceal her anger.

"And I tell you it's gone, it's just a weapon." Diantha gently tried to push Keshi back onto the sheets.

"Just a sword? You have no idea about such things, you can't understand how important it is!"

"I understand that it may be important to you, but it's just a weapon, what counts is that you are alife."

Keshi looked at the ceiling: "Yes? Is that so?" Grief echoed in her voice as she continued: "I lost everything and I ran away."

"You didn't." Diantha corrected her: "I'm sure you fought like a real warrior, it wasn't your fault that you couldn't win that one and there's nothing wrong with surviving."

"But my father and my swordmaster and so many others, they died as heroes while I'm here, hiding."

"And you will keep on hiding for a while longer." Diantha now sounded commanding: "If only so you can reclaim what you lost later."

"Why do you help me?" Keshi suddenly asked.

Diantha paused a moment: "Because it's the right thing to do."

Kuarnuk was angry - very angry. That lousy feline in front of him was kneading his hands as he gave his report: "I'm sorry my lord, the four tax-collectors are more then two weeks overdue. I've sent messengers into their direction, but they couldn't find them."

The lord turned towards PaoTir by his side: "Where are they coming from?"

"PaoTir checked some of her papers: "Bangui and Tandame. Both to the east."

"And what reason do you see?" Kuarnuk growled at his subordinate.

"Most likely they have been robbed?"

"Robbed?" Kuarnuk jumped up: "My tax collectors robbed? I will personally slay anyone who dares to do that."

With narrowing eyes, he transfixed the miserable Amandir in front of his throne: "Go, find my gold and bring it back, or I will rip out your trachea and feed it to the dogs."

"Where is my sorceress?" Kuarnuk asked PaoTir.

"Lady Eria should be in her quarters my lord." The addressed answered.

"Come in." Eria said with a voice as bored as she managed to make it sound, of course, Kuarnuk, the tiger lord was already in her chambers, his eyes burning in anger.

"What can I do for you?" Eria asked, looking up from the lounger she was lying on.

"You know pretty well why I'm here." He growled, then looked over to the white tigress that was lying on another lounger. She was lying on her stomach and that stack nude, she looked at him with obvious curiosity, not the fear he was used to see in his servants faces by now, why did she have horns?

"Who is that?"

"Oh, don't worry my lord, she's trust worthy, so, how may I serve you?"

"You should have been at the meeting." Kuarnuk said, now a bit more forgiving.

"Oh that meeting."Eria acted as if she only now remembered: "I am sorry my lord." To underline her words, she bowed slightly: "I am not a politician, such meetings are hard for me and I tend to forget them. Has there been anything, well, I need to know about?"

"They robbed a couple of my tax collectors."

"Who?" Eria asked.

"If I knew that, you would see their heads on spears in front of the palace already." Kuarnuk growled.

"Certainly." Eria confirmed: "Where did it happen?"

"Bangui and Tandame. To the east."Kuarnuk sat down on another lounger.

"Hm, I doubt that any ordinary criminal would be so bold to rob your gold and it's close to the border." Eria rubbed her chin.

"It is, do you think my neighbors would?"

"Not personally no, it would be too dangerous to risk a war with you, now that they can't asset how strong you really are, but maybe-" Eria paused a while.

"Maybe what?"

"There may still be those who feel a false loyalty towards your father, they might support rebels and criminals."

"Rebels are criminals." Kuarnuk corrected her.

"Of course my lord."

"What do you suggest? Should I attack?" Kuarnuk was reluctant, the military was still in bad shape and he didn't knew if he could trust those soldiers. And his warriors from the north were of questionable loyalty, too.

"No my lord, but you should try to find out more, sent spies, saboteurs and assassins if needed. Find out who is still threatening you and get rid of them."

Kuarnuk nodded: "That sounds reasonable, I will arrange that at once."

"No need to rush that my lord, you need to rest, too." He suddenly heard the soft voice of the tiger. The woman smiled at him, then sat up on her lounger, showing him her long, slender legs. Eria had gotten up now as well: "That's an offer you should consider." She chuckled. But Kuarnuk stood up as well: "There's a lot of work to do. Lady Eria, I expect you to be present at the next meeting."

"Certainly my lord." One final time Eria bowed before her lord, but the tigress at her side just looked a bit sad at him before Eria took her shoulder, turned her slightly around and placed a soft yet determined kiss upon her lips, while the tigress's arms already wrapped around her shoulders.

The blade hissed through the air, drawing in line through the air, before it hit the wooden pole with a crashing sound.

Better, but still too weak. Keshi told herself. For the past three days, she had resumed her training in the small part that adjusted Diantha's house. She felt better now, but her muscles had degraded over the long time she had been in bed. It would need some training to get to her old form again. She knew that Diantha had been watching her. Ever since their fight about her lost sword, they hadn't talked about the topic of returning to Kolmarkarr again, but she knew that Diantha didn't want to see her go there and risk her life again. Still, the cat seemed somewhat proud that her patient was doing so good again. Diantha had used all her medical knowledge to help Keshi. From the start on she had had the feeling that it might have been dangerous to let anyone know that this feline was in her house. A tiger-cat hybrid, just after those event in Kolmarkarr? No, Diantha knew from the start that it was the princess of that not so far land she had found. So instead of calling a doctor, she sent her human servant Thalia to town a couple of times to get what they needed to treat the amazons wounds, while she stayed with her.

Keshi returned to Diantha, her weapon in her hand: "It's a good blade." Keshi said, looking at the sword. Yes, it was too light and surely not of the same quality as the one her father had given her, but she knew that Diantha had given her something that was of value for her and after all, the cat wasn't an expert when it came to armed fight.

"I want to thank you." Keshi added.

"For the sword? Don't mention it, it was a gift, I'm glad that someone can use it."Diantha made an derogatory gesture.

"Not just that, you saved my life, and you risked your own by doing so."

"Like I said, it was the right thing to do." Diantha handed her guest a bowl of water, which Keshi drank eagerly.

"I know, but I promise you that I will reward you - as soon as I got back what is rightfully mine." Keshi looked up, as if she could see her homeland then.

"I know you will get your revenge, but not today." Diantha said

"No, not today." Keshi sighed.

"You need to be careful not to overdo it. You might feel better, but your body is still weakened by the long time you had to recover." Diantha explained.

"Nothing I can't handle." Keshi growled.

"Sure you can, but you don't have to, you will get back to your old form faster if you listen to your bodies signals." The two females had reached the house by now and Diantha continued: "I'll give you a massage, it'll help your muscles ease up again."

"A massage." Keshi stopped: "I don't think that's something for me."

"Ah relax girl, it'll really help you." Diantha tried to convince her.

"Really, I don't think I need it, I'll just take a little nap."

"That's not the same. Or are you afraid I could see you naked?" Keshi's gaze confirmed Diantha that she was right with her guess: "Don't worry, I've seen you nude when you were unconscious and we took care of you." Diantha opened a door and made an inviting gesture. Behind the door lay a light room, windows made from delicately crafted grids allowing the view into the garden. A massage table and a shelf with bottles and bowls, as well as a table with towels indicated that Diantha was prepared.

"You can undress and I will return once you are ready."

Keshi sighed. Diantha had helped her that much and she only wanted to help her here and now, too. She figured it would have been pretty rude to reject such an offer. And who knew, maybe a massage would really help her.

Yes, Keshi was pretty attractive, Diantha had to admit as she entered the room a while later. While the princess wasn't as curvy as the feline dancer, she had a wonderfully toned body, now lying on her back, the cat could see the muscles underneath her thick, silky fur. A slender flexible body, toned but yet with feminine curves and her long, black hair fell over her shoulders so nicely, accenting the hinted tiger strips on her orange fur.

"Don't worry, I've done this a million times." Diantha said as she walked over to the shelve and applied some massage oil onto her hands, filling the room with a wonderful scent of fresh wood.

Keshi trembled as Diantha's oiled hands touched her shoulder blades. She wasn't used of being touched like this. Sure, during her training for unarmed combat she had been touched several times, but this was something completely different. There had been those two occasions with men who loved touching her, but it had been awkward and uptight, nothing she liked to remember back to.

Diantha's hands expertly, determined but careful started to knead her tensed muscles, working along her shoulders and upper back in a way that Keshi could feel her muscles relax after only a couple of moments. The oil made squishing sounds and Keshi had to smile about it. A shiver ran though her as Diantha poured a few droplets of oil between the amazon's shoulder blades and started to rub it into her thick fur.

Keshi could feel herself relaxing more and more as Diantha let her hands work on her back, kneading, rubbing, massaging, taking care of those overused muscles after the hard training. And Keshi had to admit, Diantha's hands felt good against her fur.

"Oh, you really needed this."Diantha chuckled as she went on, her hands moving down from Keshi's shoulders over her back and towards her waist, always following her spine, applying some pressure every now and then, making Keshi groan almost each time. The cat applied more oil, rubbing it again into Keshi's fur, not forgetting her flanks, The scent of the oil made Keshi somewhat lightheaded and for a while, she forgot the sadness of her existence.

The tigress inhaled audible, when suddenly a good amount of oil dripped upon her behind, she raised her head to look back, but immediately felt Diantha's hand against her neck.

"Relax my dear, this is part of the massage." Eager hands rubbed along her butt-cheeks and Keshi writhed around slightly. Was this okay? I wasn't sure if she should let Diantha touch her, but she didn't want to sound ungrateful or prudish - besides, it felt rather good. Even when some oil ran between her cheeks vanishing in that cleft. She could clean herself later, Keshi thought. Diantha's hands groping her behind were just too good to stop it now, but after a while, the feline moved back up, her hands sliding over the oiled body of the amazon easily.

The cat concentrated on her neck and shoulders again, and in a blink of an eye, Diantha suddenly sat upon Keshi's back, chuckling.

"What are you doing?" Keshi demanded to know.

"That way I can reach your shoulders better." Diantha explained, not caring about that her pants would be drenched with oil in no time.

Keshi found that kind of treatment weird, but Diantha was the expert and she was just giving her a massage, right? The cat's skilled hands moved further up and down her back, now rubbing and stroking her more then kneading and Keshi could feel how much she was into it, since her entire body was moving back and forth slightly.

A soft sigh from Diantha made Keshi rear up again, was this cat enjoying this maybe a bit too much? She looked into the smiling face of the brown furred cat, kindness and ease mixed with something else and as Diantha's smile widened, she reached behind herself, slipping one hand between Keshi's oiled thighs, sending jolts of unwelcome, yet oh so pleasant sensations through her trembling body. Now Diantha moved her hips, grinding them against Keshi's firm behind, as she moved her hand over the warrior's most private areas.

"Stop that!" Keshi said, trying to sound determined but not aggressive. How could this cat dare to use this opportunity.

"All part of your treatment." Diantha said, running her hand back and forth another time, gently stroking Keshi's glistening wet labia. The tigress couldn't withstand the immense pleasure, moaning out as she realized that she had been aroused from the first moment on Diantha had touched her.

"B- but I'm not-" She stumbled.

"What?" Diantha's hand moved more determined, pushing slightly against that wet sex: "Not into girls? Not ready for this? Oh, I can feel how ready you are."

Keshi felt Diantha purring against her, the soft, deep rumble coursing through her body and she quickly joined into it, relaxing again, still uncertain but not able to bring up the will to fight against this pleasant treatment.

Diantha by now move her hand in a slow, steady rhythm, her index- and little-finger sliding along her thigh, tracing the outlines of her labia, while two more fingers slipped carefully between those, causing new feelings of pleasure Keshi had never felt before. All the while, her benefactor gyrated her hips, grinding her own wet sex, still covered by her pants against Keshi's firm behind.

Diantha then leaned forward, whispering into Keshi's ear: "I knew I wanted you from the first moment I saw you and I usually get what I want."

"That's not fair." Keshi whimpered, feeling herself loosing control of her body and the whole situation.

"No, love usually isn't, but trust me, you will love it." With those words, Diantha slipped one finger into Keshi's burning sex, moving determined and swiftly, easily penetrating into that tight grotto thanks to the wetness there.

Diantha was right. It felt so good! Keshi moaned again, closing her eyes and enjoying being fingered by the cat. It was so much better then when she had with those boys - she hardly could remember those occasions now, lifting her hips up slightly, giving the feline better access, while pushing against her crotch that way. While diving her fingers into her, Diantha used her index-finger to brush over that so sensitive little bud of Keshi, almost driving her mad with passion.

Kisses covered her neck and shoulders as Diantha kept on moving against her, pulling her finger slowly out and back in, moving her finger over her clit and the cat's hot breath was indication enough that she too enjoyed this very much. Diantha knew what she was doing, very soon, her finger moved back and forth, while she manipulated Keshi's clit, sending the tigress into new heights of lust. Feeling she was ready, Diantha inserted another finger, spreading the amazon wider, what made her moan out in surprise and carnal lust. She was trembling and bucking against her and Diantha moaned as well, loving to ride that wild beauty.

Keshi clawed into the table she was still lying on. Never before had she felt this way and she wanted to feel that way forever and at the same time she felt her body responding with a building heat and tension as she moved back against those wonderfully skilled fingers. Just a moment later, her orgasm hit her, making her thrash and buck, crying out her pleasure for everyone to hear as she came.

Stars danced in front of her eyes as she experienced her first climax, but slowly, she came back to her senses, breathing deep and fast,sweat running down her face. Diantha was still on top of her, but somehow Keshi felt that she was now nude. When had she slipped off those clothes? It didn't matter. Shifting her position, Keshi lay down upon her side, slipping one leg over Diantha's thigh, who immediately got the idea, did the same and took Keshi's hand. A moment later and their wet sexes touched, making Keshi moan again. It felt so good and right, so wet and hot, and when the cat dancer started to move her hips, Keshi was lost again, answering with similar motions pulling her upper body up to embrace her partner and to kiss her deep. The world around them was gone at least, for a short time.