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His pride held out longer than his heart wanted it to and he clenched his teeth as he paced the main chamber. He had caught glimpses of her in the past few weeks. Small flashes of her tail through a hole in the wall. Her head peeking out to see if he was there. But she always disappeared again. He had tried everything. Apologizing. Pleading. Even yelling at her. But she remained elusive as ever. He struck his fist against the stone and cursed. The pain did nothing to lessen his aggravation and he stuffed his now bloodied hand into the pocket of his pants. His father had raised him better than to say things like that, even in a moment of anger, and he chastised himself for it every day. He didn't think she was an animal, despite the similarities. She was no more barbaric than he was and he knew it. Her heightened senses and fur didn't change that for him. But in his anger he hurled known insults at her. He swallowed hard and slumped down against a random wall. The rocks were sharp but he didn't bother moving.

"Hey! Come out." He called. He'd tried this tactic once before but she hadn't come out then either. "I have a plan now." He added. She'd certainly given him enough time to make one. One that would satisfy both of their needs once they were safe. For a while he merely stared at the tunnel that lead out to the real world and smirked wryly. If he had ever thought his main concern in the height of a war would be being to prideful and attempting to console a hurt and offended vixen then he might have shot himself. His head snapped to his left as he heard rocks skitter across stone. He looked for her small red head poking from a hole but couldn't find her. "Speak." She said. He followed her voice up and saw her sitting several feet above the mossy ground and a short stocky ledge leading into a hole he'd never noticed before. Probably due to the fact that it lay well above his head.

He resented her one word command but conceded to it. "In a week or so it will be warm enough to travel again. Already the snow is melting and things are warming up a bit so it shouldn't be too long before we can move out. We'll stop at a town a few miles east of here called Tempara. They're fond of pretty women and it won't be a problem getting you a change of clothes. Maybe some light armor. I'll sell my chain mail and find a suitable sheath for my sword. From there we will go south. Until we hit the beaches. We can go across the sea and update the Outsiders of the trouble here. Or at least I will. Once we are free from this land and over water they can chase us no longer. Open waters are safe. Not even the Empire is foolish enough to challenge the Sea Kings or The Outsiders." He said at length. She tilted her head to the side and considered him.

His hair was shaggy and beginning to grow longer. It fell past his shoulders now. He hadn't bathed. She could smell him from her perch and his hair hung in clumpy greasy curls. The bags under his eyes looked like bruises and his clothes were rumpled. "You look like hell." She replied. He immediately tensed and glared at her. What an impossible to please woman. She wanted a plan and he had created one. Now she complained about his appearance. "And you're looking small and cold. Getting lonely at night?" he quipped back. "Farm boy has a quick tongue does he?" she snapped back. He looked at her a bit more closely. She looked like Micha. She had the same bitter expression but none of the compassion behind her eyes. It was pure annoyance and primal practicality. Her legs were crossed and she looked down her narrow muzzle at him. A spark of familiarity hit him and his mind reeled for a moment. "Lila?" he asked incredulously. She snapped and stood. "And the winner is! Dingdingdingdingding! Jason!" she cheered. She stalked down the small platform before jumping down gracefully down to his level. "Micha might be a pain in the ass but she's been too depressed to keep me down." She said.

She gave him a slow once over. For once he didn't think it was sexual. It was the kind of look a predator gave a small animal before it was devoured whole. He clenched his jaw. "And what makes you think that?" he said. He watched her carefully and didn't offer her his back. He remembered playing with Cassie and he knew that it would only take her two seconds to lock her jaw around his neck. He certainly didn't want those needle sharp teeth near his neck when an very angry Lila was in control of them. "Because we're in heat. She fights me like no other when we're in heat just so I can't get out and see pretty little male specimen like you. She's clearly not too concerned about us bumping uglies. Any idea why?" she asked. Her voice was a mockery of a sweet tone and it made him wonder how much she did know. How much did Micha share with this ego of hers?

"Probably because she knows I wouldn't fuck you to save my life." He retorted. Keeping her angry would keep her from getting horny. Or at least he hoped so. She barked out a laugh that went straight to his groin. Could all women do that? She pounced then and he fell to avoid the knee she aimed at his stomach. She put her claws at his throat and leaned close to his ear even as he froze. "As if you'd know how virgin boy. But maybe it's because you called her an animal. A common dog. You had the audacity to call her an animal when you were the one traipsing across the country, wiping out people. Families and churches. Watching the men under you rape the village women. Burn the houses down with people inside. She may have killed and we may have fur and teeth and claws that the likes of you have never known but we are not animals. No more than you are anyway." She hissed. With each emphasis on her words she dug her claws into his neck just a little but it was enough to anger him. It was enough to make him lift the small creature by her hips and slam her into the ground next to him. He settled his weight above her and watched her dazed eyes clear without remorse. He held her small wrists to the ground and glared at her for a moment. "Do me a favor and shut up and listen to me. Do what Micha refused to do for three weeks." He began.

He clenched his teeth and swallowed his pride in one painful lump before he looked back into the livid eyes of the vixen below him. "I am sorry. I would go on and say more but there aren't any excuses that would suffice. Even this apology is weak but I will make it up to her. To you. To all of you. But you're making it damn hard to be nice to you. I don't know where this bitch streak came from but it might help if you got rid of it. And stop bringing up the fact that I was with the Empire. It will get you into trouble I assure you. I didn't rape anyone. I killed only when I had to. And as mercifully as I could. It was their lives or mine and I'm sick of apologizing for how long it took me to simply leave. And as for being a virgin, just remember that there are a great deal more things a man can do to please a woman than sticking his penis in her." he said. Her eyes widened a bit but she managed to glare at him even through her surprise. He pressed her wrists into the ground a bit more and immediately felt a confusing surge of guilt and pride as she whimpered.

"If I let you up will you attack me?" he asked. She stared at him a moment before smiling at him grimly. "Yes. Yes I will." She said. He sighed and simply lowered the rest of his weight onto her lower half. He used strength alone to keep her arms pinned. "Then I guess we can stay here until you simmer down." He said conversationally. She struggled only momentarily before settling down in defeat. Cassie was lucky he had never been able to get his hands on her, he was even stronger than he looked. She could feel his entire body through his travel worn clothes and she shivered. "If you continue laying on me like that then there will be no simmering down." She muttered. The hard planes of his thighs pressed against the insides of her thighs and his narrow hips pinned her to the ground. She could tell he was soft but she could feel the outline of his member against her lower stomach and she swallowed. Maybe coming out of her hiding spot had been a bad idea. Or at least when she was in heat.

"Oh what? Do I still affect your heat even though I 'look like hell'" he taunted. She growled and snapped her teeth at him. An idea struck him and he grinned at her wickedly. He hadn't been able to sleep without her and the nights had been very long and cold. He had had unrighteous revenge on his mind since his third sleepless night. "How about we calm you down the old fashioned way huh?" he said. She yelped in surprise as he scooped her up. He gathered her wrists in one hand and hoisted the rest of her into his other arm. He strode towards the warm water they bathed in and she began struggling. He unloaded her shrieking, squawking form into the water and stood at the edge triumphantly as she paddled around in panic before finding the lip and scrambling up on it. Her fur was a deep red when wet and he could see her nipples harden and poke through the fabric of her shirt as her breasts surfaced and cold air swept across them. His loins throbbed but he merely crossed his arms and looked down at her. She shivered and glared at him. "Why in the name of the Goddess did you do that?" she demanded. He had hoped she'd be a bit more subdued but as a general rule his father had warned him that not all females found the treatment amusing. Her ears drooped to the sides from the weight of the water and her grinned at her. "Because I have been without someone to sleep next to for the past three weeks." He said simply. He saw her hackles raise and went over his statement yet again. He could find nothing truly wrong with the wording and tipped his head to the side.

"Is that all I am to you still? Despite your oh so passionately worded apology. We're just a dog to lie at your side as you rest. When we leave our reprimand for our more than righteous leave is being dumped into water? It's nothing short of being squirted with a spray bottle. Bad dog." She said. For a moment he wished he had her vocal cords because he wanted nothing more than to growl in frustration. She slapped at the water in anger and returned her heated waterlogged glare back at him. Her reddish brown hair was now a deep red brown and stuck to the side of her face and dripped water into her eyes. "I am not a dog for all the world I might look like one. I am Furre. And I am a woman. Even if you don't know how to treat a female Furre you might at least treat me the way you treat human women." She snapped. He gave her a short booming laugh and then looked her over again. She was wet, shivering and pissed off but his eyes were drawn to her full chest and the taut perky nipples that showed through her shirt. To her slender waist and the little bit of her hips he could see in the water.

"Do you even know what it's like to be treated like a woman? Furre or otherwise?" he demanded.

She lifted her chin and sniffed at him.

"Maybe I might if someone were to bother. I was not a woman when I left home and I became a priestess shortly after Rage was satisfied. No one treats a priestess as a woman. But now I am not a child nor a priestess and you treat me as an animal. So where does that leave me Jason? Am I a woman? Or am I the bitch you make me out to be?" she demanded.

She shook not from the cold but from the very precipice of emotion she felt she might tip over. She was on the edge of something and she needed his answer to either step back or fall over the edge of it. He paused as he looked at her. Her eyes were conflicted and he seriously considered her for a moment before looking her in the eyes again. "You want to be treated as a woman?" he asked. She gave him a searching look as he waded into the pool towards her. "I don't understand the question. I just said..." she began. She stopped from his sheer proximity and looked down. He had never voluntarily come this close to her before unless they were going to sleep. She could feel the heat of his body even through the warmth of the water they stood in.

"Is that what you want?" he asked again. She turned her face up to him again and jumped when his hand settled over her hip. "I think...that being a woman is always better than being a bitch." She said slowly. He made a mental note to not use the word bitch in the future. And to learn what other words were derogatory to her people. He pushed her against the wall of the cavern and ran his hand from her hip to her side and over her shoulder to settle into the wet tangle of her hair. She looked up at him in confusion and allowed him to massage his fingers against her scalp. His other hand came to rest against the rock near her head. "I may be a virgin but you are far more naïve than I ever was. You want to be treated like a woman, and yet you travel and live alone with me." He said. She tried to muster up a glare but she wasn't certain what was happening in the first place. Had he offended her? Would playing offended work in this situation?

"Stop thinking and listen." He snapped. His glare was enough to make her turn her head to the side in submission. He glanced at the expanse she offered him and sighed. He had never asked to be her alpha; hadn't even realized what he was taking on when he took her in. He lowered his head and gently bit her neck. He didn't miss the shiver she let out and he inhaled her scent for a moment. The scent of her heat wasn't as strong as it used to be to him but it was enough to switch on a more primal side to him. He assumed her scent was muted due to being submerged in water. "You are a woman through and through. I know that. But you are also...quite beautiful. I'm only just eighteen so my hormones are through the roof. The only way to keep my thoughts on you plutonic is to treat you as less than you are. Do you understand?" he said. She gave him a distasteful look but nodded slowly. He leaned his head closer to her and closed his eyes. "Now. Do you want to be treated as a woman?" he asked softly. He felt her nod and looked down at her.

"Then so be it."

His lips crashed down on hers and she let out a muffled yelp before he pressed his body against her and drew her face deeper into the kiss. His tongue sought hers out and after a moment her body relaxed against his and sank into an age old dance of sexual dominance. Her small paws clutched his shirt and her legs found their way around his narrow hips. His other hand traced small patterns in her lower back and teased the leather of her shorts before sliding down her strong thighs. He pulled away and looked into her dazed face. Where was the boy in the woods who had so vehemently rejected her sexual advances? Who had stammered and avoided her like the plague. Lila shook her head as her heat flared and demanded to be taken care of. Perhaps she should have demanded different treatment long ago. She whimpered and flexed her calves around him.

He unwrapped her legs from him and set her down even as she frowned at him. He removed his sopping shirt and moved to wring it out and throw it over the screen to dry. He pulled her flush to his body as she pawed at his chest and his lips met hers again. He picked her up and waded out of the water to set her next to the fire. Her needy heat hazed mind whimpered at the loss and sat forward, her breasts spilling towards him as he sat back to look at her. She crawled onto his lap and nibbled his neck and placed small kisses across his chest. He leaned his head back and let her do what she wanted. Each tiny nip and lick sent electricity running through his body until he felt he might implode. She let out a tiny whimper and her paw grazed his hardened member. Her interest spiked as he stiffened for a moment. He dragged her attention away from his crotch and up to his face with a soft kiss to her nose.

He took one of her breasts in his hand and kneaded it softly, drawing a small mewl of surprised pleasure from her. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and kissed a line down her neck. She panted softly and felt her southern lips moisten in expectation. Her small hand ran down his chest to his pant line and just a little below to grip his hardened member. He paused in his attentions to her breast to stiffen again. He didn't want her down there. Not because he didn't desire her, but because not all of her desired him. He grabbed her small paw and moved it elsewhere and snapped his teeth at her when she whimpered. Her whimper became a begging mewl until he lifted her by her hips and settled her beneath his weight again. She rubbed herself against him until he pressed down so much that she couldn't move. He desperately wanted release but he couldn't risk anything more than play until he had full consent from every facet of her. Even Rage.

"Calm down Lila." He said softly. His voice rolled over her like gravel and she reveled in the wonders of a man's voice when aroused. She clutched at him and stopped whimpering. "You will get nothing until you can speak to me again." He warned. She shook her head and swallowed. "I didn't realize I would be getting anything at all." She admitted. He nodded and rubbed a hand down stomach to slid under her shirt and caress her downy soft tummy. "Of course you do. It wouldn't be fair to leave you like this." He murmured. He lifted her shirt so that he could lift himself off of her and bury his face in her stomach. The creamy white of her fur of her stomach was still damp despite the blazing fire and he kissed a trail to her navel. "Jason. What you're doing down there is...well its lovely...but I think you're missing the point." She said. He smirked against the space below her navel and looked up at her. "I doubt you will be saying so shortly." He shot back. He slid her damp shorts from her hips and simply watched her.

He started at her curious and aroused face and looked past her long neck and well mounded breasts before he followed the curves of her body to her strong legs and dainty feet. Only then did he allow himself to look at the treasure between her legs. He lifted her knees and pushed her legs apart a bit more. She was already wet and he could smell the scent of her heat overwhelmingly wafting from her folds. They were a pale pinkish color and her outer lips were coated with fine velveteen fuzz. He ran his hands down the inside of her thighs and checked his ego as she shuddered beneath him. "At least we will both enjoy this." He said. She gave him a wayward look and noted aloud, "I don't know whether or not to take that as a compliment or not but I am rather curious as to where this cocky fellow came from." He merely shrugged and went back to his appreciative examination.

He had had several past girlfriends in his home and they had never grown tired of his appreciation of the female body in all its forms. And now she would too. "Jason...?" she asked quietly. He looked up in annoyance before he saw her face. "What...are you going to do? I mean...the few times I have attempted to seduce a male when out they've never tried...I mean they never..." she began. He rubbed her soft legs soothingly. "Then I suppose I will be showing you how a man should treat a woman he is attracted to." He said. She nodded slowly but tensed when he slid back on his heels again. Her whimper of anxiety made him pause and he looked up again. "If you must know I will be pleasing you orally." He amended. Her shock was amusing until it turned into horror. She attempted to close her legs to him and he simply held her legs apart. "Lila. Micha. Whoever is out right now. Calm down." He warned. His tone of voice was all that kept her still. "You can't..with your mouth." She stammered. He had never seen any of them quite so flustered and it amused him. "And why not?" he asked patiently.

If she truly opposed it that much then he simply wouldn't. After all, there were still a great many other ways to please her. He simply preferred this method. She simply glared at him a moment before looking away. She relaxed her legs and sighed. "May I continue then?" he asked. She nodded and he sighed before lowering himself back onto his heels. Damn but the woman was difficult. He spread her soft folds again and merely appreciated the view before sliding his thumb over her entrance. She shivered for him and he murmured encouragement to her. She bit her lips in apprehension. No one had ever bothered to please her before; excluding herself. His hands were gentle but firm and she found herself enjoying even the smallest administrations. His fingers danced lightly of a bundle of nerves and she let out a soft moan before she felt breath across her folds. Half a moment later a soft, wet warm surface glided over her slick folds and she gasped.

He looked up at her and bathed in her surprised and her pleasure. Her eyes were still open and he saw them haze over as he placed another soft lick across her wet folds. Her taste was different from a human, somehow more muted and he delved his tongue inside of her cavern for a better taste of it, to better acquaint himself with it. She let out a shuddering breath and drew another slow, if somewhat unsteady, one. He looked up at her and frowned. She was thinking again and he didn't like it. He gave her clit a soft suckle and saw her back strain upwards. She was struggling to remain quiet. He reached up and grasped one of her breasts. "Vixen. Calm down. Relax. Make as much noise as you want. In fact, I encourage it. Scream if you so desire it. I will enjoy it as much as you will." He said. She looked down at him and nodded.

He lowered his face yet again and when he circled her clit with his tongue he was rewarded with a soft mewl of appreciation. He suckled and licked her until she was left a panting, moaning mess, and then he rose to kiss her and breathe for a moment. His lips tasted of her and she could smell herself on his breath. As she lost herself to the kiss he slowly inserted one of his long fingers into her passage and swallowed her moan with another kiss. He slowly pumped his finger into her and her gasps were enough to send his erection throbbing and wanting to be inside of her hot tight passageway. To sink himself into her small, wet cavern and stay there until she grew tired of him. He lowered his mouth to her clit and licked slowly until she thrashed above him.

The pleasure was blinding. She felt surrounded by bright white spots that grouped together and slammed into her one by one as she rode over them. But even given though she was watching one much larger than the rest form before her eyes. She gripped what she could reach and eventually her paws found their way into his hair. She pulled and scratched until he set just the right pace and she could feel the pressure building as the bright white pleasure crested to heights she'd never quite known.

He had never had a woman touch his hair during oral sex but he found he more than appreciated it. He loved the way she pulled at it and mewled and moaned his name. Her grasping became desperate and he knew she was close. His name became a chant on her lips and he flicked her clit hard and fast and he felt her convulse around his single digit as she came, shaking and panting. He pumped his fingers slowly a few more times and watched her shudder before removing his finger and settling a kiss at her navel, her lips and her forehead. For a while she merely lay in front of him and he worried that she regretted it already. She began shivering and he cautiously lay behind her, pulling her to his bare chest.

Her face was curiously blank as she rolled over to face him. "Jason...what the hell just happened?" she asked. He mentally kicked himself and tensed.

It appeared that Micha had returned.