The Red Maiden
The estate or rather what should have been called the palace in which the widely loved and esteemed Sabre family had recently contracted and had built for the nights occasion, was filled to near capacity with guests still arriving periodically amidst their respective entourages all bearing gifts of the most exotic nature, and utilizing the most exuberant greetings each trying to outdo the other in the art of exchanged pleasantries, in which the most educated and gilded tongues of their time had all made themselves known, and each gave the best he or she had to offer in an attempt to stand out from one another and better there own social standing at the party.
This was all in vain however, as it seemed the master of speech craft in the party was also the very one of whom the event was in honor of. Peter Sabre, the only son and heir to the Sabre Empire was to become twenty one years of age on this, the anniversary of his birthing. Every noble, Billionaire, and Big shot, worth his ilk was present to welcome the young lads entry into the corporate world, as he was also to be named partner and eventually ascend to his fathers position as the head of the Sabre family empire in a period of five years from this day. Peter, a young white tiger in a simple black tuxedo which in itself seem to do no credit to individual wearing it, was entertaining a group of closely knit furs and was in his element, every now and then, he would sweep white tiger swept his dazzling blue gaze across the vast proceedings in hopes of finding something that would interest him.
Aside from that, everything was letter perfect "tonight was the night that I will be named partner" he thought to himself. And finally be given an active role in machinations of the company his father created from scratch. *(that term could be taken quite literally in this case) and now he, Peter. Could attempt to make a difference in the world in which he lived, to utilize the companies' resources, and make it a better place for he shared it with. This was his goal.
The young tiger staved off any further harassment of his character by moving through the crowed to the balcony of the east side of the estate. Very politly turning down several advances from some of the many female furs present that would approach him and request a dance. He made a mental note of who they were, what they looked like, and where they were located and make it a point to provide each of them with a dance in their respective order
"Hmm...I suppose that brings the total to thirty two" he chuckled to himself, "Of course he would be sought after" He mused, "he is the bachelor son, of one of the wealthiest families in the world".
Everybody knew who he was, and that being the case would act accordingly to the status he held in the world. The fact he was born into a world where everyfur thought they personally knew him from reading articles about him and his family disgruntled him every time he thought about it. He laid his strong paws on the cold marble of the balcony railing and despite himself inhaled deeply and sighed.
"It just seems so impossible" he to himself in a gloom.
Their was a full moon that night and he having unintentionally silhouetted himself against it and looked a truly magnificent and imposing figure to behold. He was big for his age, and stood almost seven feet tall from ear tip to foot paw. He was also very well built, due not only to his heritage, but to the fact that had, almost since the day he could stand, had been trained by only the great masters of his time the arts of etiquette, manners, Showmanship, dance in just about every form the list just went on and on. Not to mention, he was also a star player in the sport of rugby which he chose over football because of its increased brutality and lack of protective padding. He had achieved a brown belt rank belt in the ground fighting style of Brazilian jiu jitsu at an academy taught by the Gracie family of bears, with whom his father was also very close friends with. Another interesting feature about him was that his fur also had a peculiar blue tinge to so in that of the light of the moon, it seemed as though he was surrounded by a sort of blue aura which in turn only did the job of making this already fine tiger specimen a truly wondrously grand sight to behold.
His sharp eyes picked up a flash of light of to his left. Being that he was on the east balcony he could easily see the front entrance of the estate. He turned his great striped head to get a better look. What he saw didn't surprise nor impress him in the least. An Enzo Ferrari growled up to the white marble steps of estate and came to a smooth stop.
Peter was about to turn and head back into the sea of eagerly awaiting furs, scales, fins, etc. when something else caught his eye and held it. He turned the rest of his body around; walked quickly to the far corner side of the balcony; when he got there a red undoubtedly female figure was already making its way to confront one of the house guard supervisors in charge of the guest list. His breath caught in his throat nearly making him sputter and cough as he gripped the rail tightly with his massive paws. The elegance and rarity of the individual whom stepped out of the car seemed far greater then that of the car itself. Fur, redder even then that of the dress she wore was quite positively the most eloquently beautiful and exotic being that he had ever laid eyes on. Though he was at a considerable distance from the outside front entrance he could see that the guards seemed to be unsure of themselves were explaining something to new arrival. His paws were beginning to ache from holding the railing in a death grip, as if it was his only tie to the reality in which he found himself abruptly snapped back to, as the red figure seemed to tilt its body slightly to the guard turned, and began to slowly walk back to the Ferrari. Peter wrenched himself away from the railing his claws leaving small furrows in the marble from where he tore his now screaming paws and bolted through the archway, Flying past all whom tried to greet him in a white blur.
"No!" he thought to himself, "I will not let this happen, I must see who that was"
He ran through the open front doors and took the length of the stairs in two great bounds which landed him neatly in between two very startled guards. He bared his teeth and growled slightly at the coyote guard supervisor who looked back at peter with a fearful expression on his face. Peter stood up from the crouched position he had ended up in from his leap down the steps. He straightened his vest and fixed his jacket, then calmly called out to the red lady fur whom was now just a few tail lengths from her car
"Excuse me miss, wait just one moment"
She stopped, but to his surprise did not turn around.
"Ummm..." he was sure she had heard him.
Well, there he was standing only a few feet away from her with nothing but air between them but something was holding him there, stuck in some odd limbo that he wasn't sure he could back out of. He just stood there transfixed by her form. The dress she wore must have been made of some type of silk, deep crimson in color interlaced with darker fabric inlay of what looked to be satin. She carried in her left paw the invitation to his party, her tail was somewhat brighter shade of red then the dress, was curved daintily around her right leg that's as far as he got in his scrutiny before she, as some would say coyly, turned only the top half of her body slightly showing her front and looking over her shoulder with a single bright eye. This all seemed to happen in slow motion to Peter as she turned completely around and looked levelly into his blue eyes with her own golden gaze.
Peter stood there in absolute awe then horror as he realized that for the first time he could remember in his life, he didn't know what to do. His feline tail twitched and he forced himself to look away.
"Ok" he whispered to himself.
"Gotta get it together, come on now I've been in these kinds of situations before, I can handle this it's just a matter of... Wha!" exclaimed Peter because when he looked up he realized that she was now only inches away from his face and staring unwaveringly into his eyes.
"How did?!" thought peter, "But I didn't even hear.."
"And you are?" these three words spoken so coolly and directly not only interrupted his thoughts, it threw him for a complete loop, he just stared dumbly back at her.
"Fine" she said innocently, "I will ask you once more" she spoke these words more sweetly,
"Whom do I address that wishes me tarry?"
Utter disbelief is probably what best describes the look plastered on peters face. Here he stood. The threshold of his grand estate at his back, hosting what is to be the on this night, at this moment the most prestigious celebration for hundreds of miles around. And this single fur had the audacity to ask Him!! Who He!!! Was.
Then the red female fur gently placed a crimson paw on his strong chest. Then leaning further up placed the back of the other paw still holding the invitation firmly against his striped forehead.
"Are you feeling alright sir?" She asked with genuine concern showing in her voice, "you look ill."
This snapped peter out of his reverie almost instantly.
He inhaled deeply and drew himself up to his full height causing the red female to withdraw her paws and place them one over the other just on front of her abdomen looking quite unafraid of the now menacing figure of a disgruntled tiger that now loomed over her.
He hid his anger well, for when he spoke, his tone was pleasant, confident, and under complete control.
"Forgive me milady I seem to have forgotten my upbringing"
She looked at him quizzically and arched an eyebrow.
"I am Peter Marc Sabre and I'm very pleased to meet you young maiden" with that he offered her his large white striped paw in greeting akin to his family's tradition.
Still holding the invitation in her left paw she interlaced her fingers and raised them to her sleek muzzle.
"O, I thought with your attire you might have been one of the butlers on the premises"
Peter deflated. His shoulders sagged considerably. Then he heard muffled snickering of the coyote and ferret guards behind him. He had completely forgotten about them, they must have been watching the entire seen unfold; what with his dynamic entry and the dialogue thus far, he must look like a complete foolhardy idiot.
He looked over his left shoulder and glared venomously at them, this silenced the once jolly pair immediately.
After making it clear that they would derive no further glee at his expense he then turned his attention back to what was now the source of his anguish and was about to say something but she spoke first.
"Ah yes the flared temper, a characteristic of the noble family of white tigers hosting this night of extravagant indulgence I had almost forgotten".
Then, pointing at him with her two index fingers
"Yes now I remember, you're the birthday boy. Petey right? Or was it or was it Pete", she asked as she moved her paws behind her and leaned a little closer to him.
"No I'm sure it was petey" she tilted her beautiful red head that, in turn lit up with a warm smile.
"Congratulations on your coming of age"
There was a pause...
Meanwhile directly a few feet behind peter the ferret guard leaned over to the coyote that had also been intently watching the proceedings with immense interest.
"She's dead; he's going to rip her to shreds". He said out of the side of his long snout.
The coyote guard simply shook his head
"It's a shame" he thought to himself, such a lovely girl too.
Peter looked to be shaking with wrath. But to the surprise of them both when he threw back his massive striped head and roared it was not the sound of anger that assailed their ears, no quite the contrary. It was of mirth, Peter was laughing, so hard in fact that he grabbed his sides as if he would burst with merriment.
The Ferret and coyote guards had to practically pick their bottom jaws off the ground they just simply couldn't believe it what they were witnessing. Peter fell to his knees in joyous laughter. The red furred female still held her left paw with the invitation behind her back while her other covered one side of her sleek muzzle. She seemed to be trying to suppress her own laughter amid the scene peter was making as he did not seem to be making an attempt to inhibit his own.
"Oh my" she seemed to say as it was impossible to here anything over peters comically raucous exertions.
After a time, Peter seemed to regain some of his lost sanity he, still on his knees held out a shaking paw almost pleadingly to the red fur.
"Please...aahhsshhnichaha" he tried again, "Please.. Maiden what is your name?"
She gave him an almost pitied look and grasped his large white paw with her dainty red one and helped him to his feet.
"Desdemona" she said, "daughter of the esteemed business executive...."
She got no further as Peter with a great toothy grin on his handsome face wrapped one of his sizable arms around her shoulders while the other gestured rather overzealously towards the estate.
"Come then Desse let us not tarry here, and make our merry way to my humble abode and join in the great festivities on this the twenty first anniversary of my birth ha ha ha".
The night was truly a splendid occasion especially for Peter, for with his own honored guest at his side he could do no wrong. Desdemona he later found out was a wolf, and one of very high energy and a passion for fast pace dance and loud conversation. It was almost as if the two were a virus in that wherever they went in the estate, all around them would become infected with the boundless joys of life and would then seek others to spread there new found happiness with.
The night carried on as such and to young peter, the hours seemed to fly by without recognition. O what a wonderful lady fur he had found on such a fantastic night. How could such a perfect evening come to an end?
The last hours of night found peter and the shewolf Desdemona in one of the many bedrooms of the estate, the party was beginning to die down and they both needed to rest. Peter had somehow lost possession of his dress coat and the buttons on his simple vest had either come undone or had been ripped of in some way or another. As he lay sprawled out in the comfort of a lazyfur his eyes came to rest on Desdemona. The shewolf that had now held his affections all through the night was standing by herself at a single window across and to his left looking very alone. The room they were in was themed with the colors red and white and in the coming twilight of dawn as with most things at this time definitive lines became obscured and colors seemed to shift to more abstract hues. Peter stared at Desdemona completely captivated by her exquisite beauty. She stood at a window overlooking a vast lake with both her paws placed neatly on the sill of the window; her golden eyes were closed though for some reason she seemed to have a look of foreboding on her beautiful face. Yet as he studied her more closely he noticed the fine lines of muscle that detailed every curve of her body giving it a look as though it had been refined by a Greek sculptor. Everything about her body seemed flawless and not without a distinct purpose.
But what was this other emotion that seemed to be just hidden barely on her elegant features. Peter pushed himself out of the chair and stripped his now well worn vest off folded it out of habit. He then stepped out of his dress shoes that for some reason felt very restricting on his foot paws, and set them next to his vest on the lazyfur he padded warily over to where Desdemona was standing.
As he slowly approached her from behind the muscles in her back seemed to tense for a moment then relax a little he saw this and immediately stopped dead in his tracks. She knew exactly where he was her pretty red ears twitched and her chin lifted to look out towards the horizon.
"Umm...Desse I had really great time tonight, and I uh..hope you did too".
She said nothing.
Err...I hope we could do it again some other time"
He began to become angry with himself, he sounded so stupid and inexperienced and in the latter he was. He had never been with a female therefore didn't know how to behave in these kinds of situations. He was never taught how, he never learned from outside experiences his lifestyle never allowed it but here he was alone in a room with beautiful shewolf whom had come out of nowhere and shown him the time of his young life. What was he to do?
Unawares to Peter whom was still caught up in his conundrum Desdemona had also slipped out of her heels had turned around and had begun walking bare pawed and without a sound toward Peter.
He looked up with a confused look on his strong face its prominent features twisted in what seemed to an argument with himself.
"Desse" he said unsure of what to do.
"Did you really mean it?" She asked in a very solemn tone.
"Mean what?" He replied obviously clueless as to what she was referring to.
She closed the gap between them slipped her arms around his body and hugged herself to him burying her face in shirt and inhaling his scent.
"That you had a great time tonight, did you really mean that?" She asked again.
Peter looked down at the red shewolf of his dreams now clinging to him. He reached down and stroked her soft headfur toying with her cute ears in a way that made her murr in gratitude.
"O Desse, yes of course I meant it, and I only wish be with you, and that this night could last for all eternity just the two of us" He said soothingly as he looked down at what he could only hope would become his if he devoted himself and all his being, in the near future.
"Very well then" she said coolly, he seemed noticed an edge to her voice that almost scared him.
"I have your ending" with that said she quickly reached up put both her clawed paws into the neck of his white shirt and in one swift movement tore the front and back at the same time leaving only the cuffs attached to his wrists. This show of considerable strength surprised Peter, but he quickly shook it off along what remained of his shirt only to be pushed back onto what was apparently the bed behind him. This all happened so fast that Peter had hardly any time to react as the shewolf pounced on him locking him in a deep passionate kiss. As their tongues dueled for supremacy in each others maws Peter ran his claws down Desdemona's curved well muscled figure which tore some of the fabric of her dress. He then attempted to reach up to her upper back to find whatever mechanism that held the thin garment in place and do away with it. The shewolf felt this and broke the kiss sitting bolt upright.
Peter looked as if he done something wrong, he tried to apologize but was stopped as the shewolf placed two fingers over his lips silencing him.
"No let me" she said as her eyes glazed over with some unnamed emotion.
Peter, his confidence restored grasped her just below her ribcage and began to work his way down to her muscular abdomen and started to massage near her groin. She let out a moan of unbridled pleasure and allowed the front of her dress to ripple down off her body.
Before he could get a good look however she had again thrown herself on top of him. She crawled up to up his body one paw supporting herself on top of him while also pinning him down, the other off to his side hidden amongst the sheets of the bed. She could now look straight down at him.
"Are you ready?" she asked with still an emotion hidden in the golden depths of her eyes. She stretched her long legs out, running them across his still clothed thighs, his raging tiger hard on seemed as though it might tear the seems of his pants around the crotch if he didn't do something to relive the intensifying pressure.
"As I'll ever be Desse" he said with a needy look on his face. He barely spoke these words when the shewolf hooked her footpaws under the back of his knees and then, pushing past his head with the paw nearest to it to steady herself, and then using her other arm with the elbow under her own hip as a fulcrum lifted not only her body, but the lower half of his as well. No small feat taking their comparative sizes, the muscles in her body tightened and strained, for a moment her tail stood out straight and rigid behind her.
Peter allowed himself to be positioned by her, and took advantage of the small temporary space between them to reach down with his paws and attempt free his engorged member, as the pain of its cloth prison was starting to become too much for him to bear. As both of his paws began the job of freeing himself, Desdemona firmly pressed her naked top half against his and maneuvered her right paw behind his head right were it connected to his neck. She then arched her sleek red furred back raising her rump tantalizingly in the air with her tail curled up almost touching her shoulder blades.
Peter had just about freed his tiger cock, now fully erect and ready for what he thought was to come, and that's when the red shewolf made her move.
She firmly grabbed the scruff of the tiger's neck fur placing him into instinctive submission to her while simultaneously placing her left paw, once hidden in the sheets, under her pelvic bone just above her mound.
She violently slammed her muzzle into his in a kiss that showed in a none too gentle way who was in control. This was all such an overwhelmingly new and exciting experience to peter that had failed to noticed what it was that the shewolf held in her left paw. As he screwed his eyes shut from the intense pain and pleasure of the kiss, the shewolf quickly thrust her hips down upon him but his throbbing tiger shaft was not her target. Peter felt a cold prick in his lower stomach which then turned into a great discomfort. He didn't feel right, he opened his eyes and his vision swam, he tried to focus but his mind seemed to be slipping away from him. His once powerful arms were useless at his sides now, he could barely move them. He was surprised at the amount of strength and concentration it took just to keep his head up. He felt a warm wet layer of thick liquid forming between Desdemona and him. He focused hard on the shewolfs beautiful face he saw her reach up with her left paw all the while never breaking eye contact with him, and stroked his still boyishly young handsome face; a thick sticky substance coated the paw she had just touched him with. For a second it looked as though her paw was melting, but then the realization hit him like a runaway freight train. Blood lots of it, and it all belonged to him.
He was being killed.
Peter could feel little to no pain at all from the she wolfs blade thanks to Nero toxic poison she used which, amongst other things contained enzymes that would prevent the victims blood from coagulating which made even the smallest of flesh wounds excellent catalysts for huge losses of blood. Even though he could feel the blade easing itself though the heavy muscle and flesh of his stomach, the real pain he felt was in his chest. Reality came crashing down around him as he weakly looked up into the steady golden stare of his lovely assassin, her gaze was not without emotion it was there but what was it? So prominent but at the same time hidden, it was none the less still there.
It was a good that the red shewolf still held the dying white tigers head up, as he would no longer have the strength to do so himself. She looked deep into the oceans of blue that were his eyes, she watched the life slowly fading from them as she forced herself to bear witness to what she had done to this young fur. All that she had taken from him weighed heavily upon her as his eyes spoke his last dying thoughts.
"Why" they seemed to ask her.
She leaned over him and whispered something in his ear,
"Sleep" she said, "Sleep now Petey you deserve that much at least."
A sound akin to that of a mewling kitten escaped Peter's massive jaws. This was to be his dying breath as he could no longer possessed the strength to draw another. The red shewolf felt this breath of death creep through the fur on her cheek and over her shoulder, still straddling his now lifeless body she placed a paw over his blank sightless eyes and closed them letting his head lull to the side.
She zipped up the back of her dress and swung her leg over and off the bed. She then withdrew the instrument of Peters demise from his still form, a four inch long blade with grooved inlays that secreted the deadly poison and placed it back into the sheath hidden by the zipper on her back, peter had almost discovered this when he attempted unzip the garment himself. She made her way swiftly back to the window and picked up her shoes, she unscrewed the heel on one of them and removed a small communicator and ear piece which she then placed in her left ear. She tossed the shoe and heel out window, then unscrewed the heel of the other shoe from which she then pulled a small remote with a single button, it needed no more for it had only one purpose and was good for only one use. The red she wolf stood again by the window and looked out across the lake which had been turned blood red form the rising of the sun to the east.
"Lain here before you, are the now slain and dead, killed by my paw, those marked in red".
She held the remote out in front of her and her black clawed thumb over the gray safety cover that protected the button from misfire
"Objective achieved..." she said as she broke the cover and pressed the button.
"Mission complete" an explosion, along with terrified screams of the last departing party guests could be heard shattering the tranquility of the lake at dawn.
To be continued.