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This is an older version of the Amura series. Please follow this link to read the edited version. [Amura Part 1](%5C)

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Darkfang Magus.

Chapter 1

It was early morning, just outside the village. Amura embraced her cousin Catherine and kissed her amorously. She then hugged her brother. When they broke, she stepped back. "It is time for me to go," she said. They nodded in assent and wished her luck. Amura turned and began walking away. Her emotions were mixed, but she felt that this was the right thing to do.

As she walked Amura couldn't help but be a little scared. She was leaving her little village in search of some calling. She hoped to become apprenticed by someone who could teach her to be a priestess, or maybe a mage. Before doing anything else, she needed to get in touch with an old friend of hers. This particular friend had gone away some years ago and was currently residing in a town some distance away. At least that was the last that Amura had heard. If all went well, the two of them could pool their resources and efforts to accomplish their goals. Her friend supposedly had some money stashed away to help their plan along. That was good for Amura because she had no money herself. In fact Amura was virtually naked, save for a beaten up gold wristband that she wore. She planned on selling the thing for some meager funds to help her on her way, but that wouldn't be until she got to town anyhow.

The town wasn't exactly close, but Amura was in good shape and felt that she could make the trip in a little over a week if she didn't encounter any difficulties. Amura was about five-foot nine and 130 pounds, though small compared to others in her family she was still formidable. She was of a half feline race known as the Catrai, and as such she had a coat of soft fur covering her entire body. The fur was a dark blue over her back with several stripes crossing it. As it came across her sides it faded to a white over her belly, and down her limbs. Her distinguishing trait was a band of four stripes going around her left arm.

After some hours of walking, Amura yawned exposing long fangs and decided to take a nap. Amura laid herself down near a tree and tried to get comfortable.

The next morning she began walking, and by the end of the day she was tired and hungry but had made a lot of distance. It had become quite dark and she decided it was time to go to sleep. Amura found a comfortable spot in the grass, and then curled up to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep didn't come easily. As she lay in the cool night air, her hands made their way to her exposed breasts. Amura purred softly as her fingers tweaked her nipples. Before Amura knew what she was doing, she had slid her right hand down between her legs. Amura arched her back instinctively as she traced her fingers across the moist lips of her sex. She brought her tail up and slid it into her pussy. With every movement of her tail her purring grew louder. She pushed her tail further in with every thrust, feeling it slide across her hand and into her body. As her sexual energy increased, sweat beaded on her brow and the four stripes on her left arm began to glow softly. She knew she was getting close when her tail became wet with her juices. On the edge of her release she began to wantonly massage her breasts, and was quite pleased when her nipples became erect and sensitive to the touch, even becoming wet as they produced milk. As Amura licked the milk from her breasts, the stripes on her arm started to glow brightly and she felt herself beginning to come. Amura finally shattered the stillness of the hour with an earsplitting roar as she orgasmed. The orgasm was so powerful that she was left helpless on the ground with her eyes closed, and moaning as the aftershocks washed over her. After it was over she slid her tail out of her pussy and curled up to sleep soundly the rest of the night with a satisfied smile on her face.

In the morning Amura began making her way to a nearby stream because her activity the previous night had left her very thirsty. After drinking her fill, she set to grooming her fur. While doing so, she spotted movement. Instinctively, she crouched down and stalked towards it to get a look. It was a large doe, just across the stream. The first thing she thought was to sneak up close enough to pounce, but while doing so she had an idea. She got up close, and remembering her rudimentary magic training, she cast a charm on the deer. To her delight, it worked. Amura commanded the doe to come to her, and it did so without question.

After some trouble, Amura found that she would be able to use the doe as a mount. While riding, she cast another spell that she knew would prove useful. She made it so that the doe would produce milk. It wasn't filling enough for her appetite but it would hold her for a few days at least.

One portion of bad luck that plagued her during the trip was that she couldn't find any prey. On the third day, she caught a large squirrel. Amura ate the meat ravenously, but as she crunched the bones with her teeth she knew it wasn't even close to enough.

The days of traveling were terrible for Amura, she could not remember being so hungry and exhausted at the same time. Amura lay on her side beneath the doe and took hold of its udder with her hand. With her mouth watering, she licked the large nipple; it was soft and warm. Amura pressed her mouth to the udder and surrounded the nipple with her lips. It was warm and tantalizing. She began sucking on it, bringing the invigorating liquid across her tongue.

In less than a minute the flow subsided. Amura continued sucking desperately, until her teeth were cutting into the skin and she tasted blood. Finally, she backed off. Apparently she had worn the animal down too much. This realization didn't really make her any happier, just the opposite. She hated to do it, but she was starving. Sometimes you just couldn't afford to be very sporting. Amura walked up to the side of the animal and released it from her charm. It instantly bolted and less than a second later Amura chased after it. Amura was desperately hungry and the doe was weak. She of course caught up with it quickly, and leapt. Amura's pounce landed her right behind the animal's neck and she grappled it powerfully. In one quick motion, she pulled it to the ground and ripped it's throat out. She drank the warm blood and sank her teeth into the flesh.

She was so utterly hungry that she couldn't help herself; Amura tore at the animal without a hint of civility. She roared masterfully and swallowed the bloody meat. Later, her meal done, and the animal almost completely used up, Amura settled herself in the grass, and licked her reddened claws. Some hours later she continued her meal, and by nightfall she could eat no more. Her belly full, Amura slept.

The following day, Amura stretched herself and yawned, she would have to leave what little remained of the meal to scavengers because she had to be moving on. But she took the time to make a simple skirt out of deer-hide. By the following day she reached the outskirts of town, and an actual road. She wasn't expected to wear a shirt, but she still got several curious looks.

It took her a long time to find her friend's dwelling, but when she got there she was told that the person who lived in that room was imprisoned. Disbelieving, Amura went to the justice office.

She walked into the building and aroused several glances. The place was claustrophobic and the stone floor was cold against her feet. She went to the desk and had no trouble getting the attention of the officer waiting there.

"Can I help you?" he asked dubiously.

Amura smiled in a way that she hoped would ease him, but it only seemed to frighten him. She decided not to show her teeth too much from now on. "I am looking for a friend of mine" Amura answered, "I was told that she is being held here.

He raised an eyebrow questioningly, "what's her name?"

"Chenoa Lagotinus" She replied.

He checked his book. "Yes she is here, and unless you have a lot of money hidden on you, she won't be leaving very soon"

Amura was taken aback by his answer, "Can I see her?" she asked.

The man shrugged and called to another officer.

The officer kept giving Amura's body sidelong glances as he led the way down to the cellblock. There she found her friend chained to the wall of a dirty cell. Chenoa was a beautiful fox-girl with pure white fur that turned black as it reached her paws; technically her race was called the Foxier. Right now she was hard to recognize, her luxurious fur was dirty and she looked terrible. She seemed to brighten up when Amura entered the room though.

"Oh dear" Amura said caressing the girl's dirty cheek, "what on earth happened?"

Chenoa actually smiled. "Well, it's almost funny really" she answered.

Amura couldn't see how that was possible.

"You see" Chenoa continued, "As you know, I was training to be a warrior. Well, a week or so ago I was pulling night duty as a guard. I was really tired so I propped myself up against the wall, and I guess I fell asleep. All I know is that when I woke up, the door to the armory was ajar. I didn't see anything missing, so I shut the door and went back to my post. I was at home when they arrested me. Apparently they think that I stole some really expensive sword from the armory. They won't believe that I just didn't notice the real thieves. Plus they said that my footprints are the only ones there, which just isn't possible. Anyway, one thing led to another and they told me I would have to return the weapon or pay for it. Even if I did have the stupid thing I couldn't get to it from here, and as for paying the fine, it's hard to make much money when you are chained to a wall. Not that I haven't made some money. The point is I still owe like $800. Could you please find a way to collect more money?"

Amura sighed. "I'll see what I can do, but the only thing I have is this bracelet and I don't think it's worth a whole lot."

"Thanks" Chenoa said, "I would really appreciate it."

Amura growled softly, "I'll be back as soon as I can." Amura left the office feeling uncertain but first things first. She needed to find a trade house.

Luckily for Amura, she found a trade house with minimal trouble. She entered the building, and even though it wasn't especially big, it was much more inviting than the justice office. She took a moment to look at all of the interesting goods, and tried to get some idea of what kind of equipment she would need later on.

Amura walked up behind a girl and before she even thought about it, she leaned forward and smelled the girl's hair. The girl turned around, startled.

"Excuse me!" she uttered.

"You smell pretty," Amura said.

The girl was unable to talk for a few seconds..."Uh, thanks I guess" she finally replied. The girl had finally gotten a chance to get over her initial surprise but she still didn't know how to react. Amura could tell she was both shocked and aroused by her presence.

Amura broke her from her trance, " I have something I want to sell, who should I talk to?"

"Oh!" the girl stated," I can help you, just come over here." The girl walked over to a bench and Amura followed.

"Okay, what have you got?" the girl asked. Amura removed her worn golden bracelet, and set it on the bench.

The girl looked at it carefully, studying the craftsmanship of the piece. "Do you know what this is worth?" the girl asked.

"Not really" Amura answered.

After studying it a bit more and taking a thorough estimate, the girl replied "I would be willing to give you ..."$689, for it."

Amura gasped but managed to hold her composure. "Okay" she said, "that sounds fair." After receiving the funds, Amura realized she had no way to pocket the coins. She made a mental note to obtain a satchel as soon as possible.

Seeing the problem, the girl reached under the bench.

"Here," the girl said pulling something out. "For being such a good customer, you can have this for free." She was holding a leather strap with a pouch attached to it.

"Let me help you put it on" she said. Amura stood still as the girl reached down and pulled the belt around her waist. When she was done, the girl stood back with a smile. Amura didn't know how to thank her exactly because customs seemed to be very different here. Deciding on simplicity, Amura simply rubbed cheeks with girl and purred affectionately. The girl seemed to understand.

"You're welcome," she said, with a smile.

When leaving the store, Amura noticed the girl was watching her closely.

"Come back soon" the girl said. Somehow Amura sensed that there was an underlying meaning there. She didn't have time to ponder such matters right now though; Chenoa needed help. Amura made her way to the justice office again.

Once she had made it back to the justice office, she told the guard that she had some money to pay off her friend's debt. The guard told her that she would have to settle the matter with the man who owned the sword that had been stolen. Amura got directions and headed toward the owner's residence. The man lived in a small castle outside of town. Amura met a guard at the front door.

"Who are you?" demanded the soldier.

Amura noted that the soldier didn't look very happy. "I've come to pay off a fine that my friend Chenoa was imprisoned for" Amura answered.

The guard looked at her dubiously. "Any friend of that thieving dog Chenoa must be a thief herself," he answered matter-of-factly.

Amura seriously considered tearing him limb from limb, but she settled for a snarl.

The guard just laughed and said, "Go back to your vagabond friends and leave me alone."

Enraged, Amura leapt at him throwing him to the ground. The guard tried to raise his sword, but Amura twisted his wrist and heard him arm break. She didn't know anyone could yell quite that loud. The list of curses he was yelling at her made her realize that she had gone a little out of control. Amura stepped back to get her bearings straight, only to be seized by a team of guards. The fear in their eyes was evident.

"Did you see that, she grabbed sergeant Thorn's arm and snapped it like nothing." One of the guards said in awe.

Amura didn't really resist as they brought her inside. Once inside she was shackled and the owner of the castle, a man named Warrington, came to see what the commotion was.

"What's with all the ruckus at this fine hour of the morning." Asked Warrington in his regal dialect.

Somewhere in the background sergeant Thorn was cursing a medic who was trying to straighten out his arm. Amura didn't really feel sorry for him, she was still mad about what he had said to her.

A guard explained the situation to Warrington.

He nodded then walked over to Amura. "I know that most of the people around here would like to break sergeant Thorn's arms and legs if given half a chance, but I am interested in why you came all the way here so you could do it yourself."

Amura felt relieved at Warrington's disregard for the sergeant, and proceeded to explain her reasons for being here.

Warrington listened carefully then asked her how much money she had obtained.

Meekly, Amura answered, "I have only $689".

Warrington graciously accepted the payment and said, "You may be able to make the rest of the money working here at the castle. But, beautiful creature that you are, I am now one guard short, so I would appreciate it if you would take over the rest of sergeant Thorn's shift." Amura happily complied.

After twelve hours of guard duty, Amura understood why Thorn was so cranky. It was utterly boring to stand in one spot all day. Besides, it seemed more of a punishment than a job. There were plenty of other guards, and they spent most of their time keeping an eye on her. When her shift was finally over, she headed to the room that a maid by the name of Millie had given to her for the night. The room was splendid; it had a huge bed with silk sheets, a finely crafted fireplace with a fire already burning brightly in it, and a large window with an amazing view of the castle grounds. She unclasped the hooks on her guard uniform and sat the armor and sword in the corner. Then she took off the skirt that they had given her to wear. She sat in front of the fireplace completely nude and proceeded to groom her fur. As she was cleaning her fur she heard the door open.

Warrington was utterly shocked to find a naked Catrai lying in front of his fireplace. When she jumped up and hid in the corner he said, "As pleasant as it may be, I would like to know what you are doing in my room."

Still hiding in the corner she said, "This is my room, Millie said that I could sleep in the spare room that was three doors down the hall."

Warrington explained to her that Millie resided on the first floor and Amura was currently on the second floor.

Amura realized he was correct and after a moment of embarrassed silence she told him she would leave.

Warrington stopped her, "Its perfectly fine with me if you stay. I severely doubt that you would like to sleep on a cold stone floor anyway."

Amura was overwhelmed by this kind gesture especially after she had nearly killed one of his guards, then stolen his room. As Warrington removed his armor she wondered how someone so charitable had decided to imprison Chenoa. By the time Amura got up the courage to ask him about Chenoa, he was already in bed trying to go to sleep.

Amura finally blurted out "why did you arrest Chenoa. She didn't steal anything."

Warrington looked at her and said, "I don't think she stole the sword either. But there was too much evidence against her. And Sergeant Thorn's eyewitness report of her carrying a sword across the courtyard simply made it impossible to let her off. I actually think Thorn might be the one responsible, but there isn't any solid proof to back up that theory."

Amura accepted his answer and climbed under the sheets next to him. When she started running her hands across his chest Warrington realized that she was interested in more than sleep. He looked into her eyes and said, "I have always found the Catrai to be beautiful beyond description."

Amura gave him a seductive smile and climbed on top of him. She leaned forward and kissed him long and hard. Then she sat up on his chest and allowed him to fondle her breasts while she brought her hands down to her vagina. She slowly ran her fingertip up and down her pussy. Once she was warmed up sufficiently she began to probe inside her wet pussy. Small purring sounds escaped her throat when Warrington cupped her breasts in his hands. Amura began licking her breast, paying close attention to her nipples. When she tasted milk on her tongue; she leaned forward and let Warrington drink the milk from her breasts. While he was drinking her milk Amura slid her tail behind her and wrapped it around his already rigid cock.

Once Warrington had finished with her breasts, she turned around to let him taste her pussy. As he licked her, Amura got in a sixty-nine position to inspect his equipment. Amura was pleased by what she found and she exclaimed, "You must be the size of my cousin Catherine's pet tiger, his cock was a little over seven inches."

"Yeah well wait until I get it inside of you, I promise it will be much more pleasant than my tongue." He replied.

"All in good time baby" Amura said as she took his shaft in her hand "first I need to get a better look."

Warrington just groaned in reply as he felt her tongue flick across the head of his cock. Amura ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, before she settled on holding it in her mouth while she teased his balls with her hands. Warrington's pussy-licking was getting to her and she knew she would be ready to come fairly soon. And she didn't need to see her arm glowing to know that.

She let his cock slide from her mouth so she could move her cunt out of his reach; she wanted him inside her when she started to orgasm.

She looked behind her and asked him, "are you man enough to fuck a tigress"

Warrington just replied, "I guess you're about to find out."

Warrington then sat up and grabbed her waist in his hands while Amura got into position with her back toward him.

Once she was ready, Amura lowered herself, impaling her body on his cock. The sensation of his cock inside of her immediately caused her to orgasm. The more powerful her orgasm became the brighter the stripes on her arm shone. Soon the entire room was swathed in blue light. "Aghh, harder Warrington" Amura shrieked before her voice was overcome by a roar.

The roaring of his partner, only excited Warrington more. He got a better grip on her waist and started to pull her down onto his cock.

Amura was overcome with animalistic passion, and one of her hands was busy caressing her breasts while her other hand ran wildly across her body. Her breathing was coming out in hitched gasps, and she grabbed Warrington's arm with her free hand as he continued to drive his shaft into her wildly orgasming cunt.

Warrington was nearing his limit, but he was determined to make it last a little longer. He had no idea that the Catrai could become so wild in bed. After a couple more minutes he knew it would be futile to try to hold out any longer. He told her in his refined accent " get ready beautiful I'm about to come."

Amura, though not so refined, answered, "When it come to sex, Catrai are always ready."

When he started to come, Warrington bit down on her shoulder; as he expected, it drove her wild. He thought her gyrations might break the bed.

"Fuck meeee" Amura screamed as he unloaded into her. She was so wound up at that point that every burst of his cum felt like lava against the walls of her pussy. She was still orgasming when he lifted her off of him to lie by his side. She had just curled up next to him when a maid opened the door.

"Is everything alright?" the maid inquired.

"Yes Millie everything's just fine" Warrington answered.

Upon sighting Amura's nude form, Millie apologized for intruding and skittered down the hall.

"Amura" Warrington said.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Consider your friend Chenoa's debt paid off", Warrington answered.

Amura gave him a sweet smile and a soft purr escaped her throat as she curled up to sleep next to him.

This is an older version of the Amura series. Please follow this link to read the edited version. [Amura Part 1](%5C)

Thank you.

Darkfang Magus.