Enslaved
(First off, I know have not posted in a long time but at least I was able to recover the story that I based some of my artwork on, enjoy!)
Enslaved
Even from behind a closed door the racket could be heard. Luckily there was not soul to hear it within thirty feet of the room. One might have thought it was rape or foul play that was going on behind that door, but there was no such scenario except for the current act of lust that was taking place.
"Aaahh!" Verona cried out as Kor held her wrist over her head with his left hand and his right hand moved to wrap his fingers gently around her throat. The great bull did not squeeze though; only letting his fingers rest upon the throat of the writhing female lapine that he was pinning down.
The head of his thick long member rubbed between the thighs of the rabbit girl. It smeared his pre-cum around and over her neatly groomed mound. Another gasp came from her as Kor shifted into position and pressed the tip of his pulsing member to Verona's defenseless slit. Verona gasped and looked down at what was about to happen.
Kor moaned as he pushed forward and his thick penis tip pushed apart those soft velvety wet pussy lips as Verona let a cry of sensation rise in her throat. Her cunt now stretching around that thick member as it started to press ever forward into her depths. Kor grinned moving his hips from side to side slowly as he continued to penetrate her.
Verona gave a sharp gasp and her body stiffened as she felt her passage being stretched to it's limits. Kor just kept on pressing forward smoothly. Then Verona cried out suddenly as Kor's phallus, that was nearly one fourths of the way into her, stopped as his cock head bumped to her cervix. Verona arched her back and squirmed which only made Kor lean his head down to lick over her white furred breasts.
Verona's body shuddered as she felt Kor flexing his shaft in her and she knew what was coming next. Verona relaxed herself as Kor pressed forward and the tip of his cock head pushed past her cervix and into her womb. Verona could feel her soft inner chamber starting to conform to the shape of Kor's invading length when she bucked hard at the sensation of Kor's cock head meeting the back of her uterus.
"Aiiiyyyeeeee!" Verona cried out at the top of her lungs.
Kor, however, just held her wrists tightly, with his other hand still around her throat lightly. Then Kor began to draw back and Verona could only gasp in gibberish as she felt that huge bull cock pulling back. Then Kor thrusted his hips forward lightly; his cock head with a brutal caress mashing to the back of Verona's womb.
"AAaauugghhh! Oooohhh! Kor! F-Fuuuuuck mmmmeeeee!" Verona cried out loud; without hesitation Kor began pumping his hips; that thick maleness of his pounding into Verona's little bunny pussy as her breasts bounced heavily from each thrust. He would occasionally drive in and hold himself in her and move his hips all around stirring his cock within; this caused Verona to scream and thrash as her belly seemed to bulge from the sheer mass of his meat.
Verona gasped, panted, and cried out over and over as Kor relentlessly plunged his thick member into her soft little honey pot. Kor's pre-cum was acting as a lubricant as he started to now plunge faster and faster. His testicles tightened to his body and there was no doubt between either of them what was about to happen.
Kor gave a loud grunt and gasped as he held his malehood in Verona as deep as he dared to go before he released a flood of his hot bull semen directly into Verona's womb. The rabbit screamed long and loud as she felt the bull pouring himself out into her depth. His flow of thick seed instantly filled her and overflowing her slit as she writhed in ecstasy.
"Aahhhh! Aaahhhhhh! I feel it! Aaaauuugghhhh!" Verona cried out as Kor grunted and bucked his hips in with each spurt; each splash of hot cum seeming to cascade from Verona's filled and used cunt. Finally Kor gave one last shudder and sighed pulling from Verona letting his liquids spill from her passage; at the same time Verona went limp panting softly as she lay there still held by her wrists by the mighty bull.
"Oooohh... so much cum..." Verona moaned as she savored the sensation letting her belly spill forth with that hot liquid. She felt his hand leave her throat and her wrists to gather her up in a strong but gentle embrace and Verona returned the affection just letting both of them glow in the aftermath of the wild sex they just had.
"Oohhh.. Mistress... " Kor said between his panting.
"You did well Kor and you'll be rewarded for that as usual." Verona said with a smile as she soft shifted and moved to the edge of the bed; the sheets would definitely need to be changed. She felt that hot liquid from Kor still dripping out a bit from her and then she felt Kor's hand lightly rest upon her shoulder. Verona looked back to him with a half menacing glare.
"Please Mistress will you let Kor pleasure you again?" Kor offered and quickly retracted his hand.
"Not anymore tonight Kor." Verona said forcefully. She knew that he was at least ten times stronger than her and that if it was his will, he could rape her at anytime. Yet, he had been trained to be a slave so he would dare not defy her. Kor nodded and bowed his head respectfully.
"As Mistress wishes..." Kor said with an inner sigh.
Verona's expression softened a bit and she brushed her fingers over Kor's cheek and gave him a light pecking kiss on the nose.
"Don't be melancholy Kor, you're wonderful and I'm not going to sell you or anything anytime soon." Verona said and Kor's ears perked up lightly before he nodded and smiled. Verona smiled back coyly to him and looked him up and down.
"Well maybe I'll let you sleep here for tonight." Verona said and she patted the area on the bed next to her. Kor carefully moved up next to her and Verona embraced him and nuzzled her nose to his chest tenderly. They stayed in each others arms for a bit before Kor helped Verona change the sheets and they lay together in bed falling asleep.
Morning came without event as Verona woke Kor and started to escort him back to the slave stables. Not that it was an uncomfortable place, it was actually quite well furnished, it was just that Kor knew he would be alone for the rest of the day in his cell. However, today it was different; when they reached the bottom of the stairs instead of going down the left corridor, Verona led Kor to the right.
Kor was silent as they walked down towards the open courtyard; Kor wondered if he had said something last night to offend the Mistress, or maybe he was going to be punished? Kor had to stifle his thoughts as they approached the sunlight lit archway. When they stepped out into the courtyard there stood a wolf dressed in simple leather armor.
He was just a foot and a half shorter than Kor, with dark gray and black fur; on his hip was strapped a sheathed sword. He looked to Verona and gave a very courteous bow before he spoke to her.
"Greetings Lady Verona." He said in an elegant but deep voice.
"Master Fletcher, greetings in return." Verona said with a slight smile.
Kor looked over the wolf but quickly downcast his eyes when he saw Fletcher looking right back at him. Fletcher walked over to Verona and gave her a kiss on the hand and then stepped back.
"So is this the one you were talking about?" Fletcher said looking Kor over while rubbing his own chin.
"Indeed Master Fletcher, he is the one." Verona said
"Will his training start immediately?" The wolf said looking back to Verona with an arched brow.
"Yes, I need my new bodyguard ready as soon as possible." Verona said as she walked towards the archway. "Train him well, but don't go too hard on him."
With that Verona walked through the archway and Fletcher and Kor were alone in the courtyard. Kor was even more confused; did Verona just say he was her new bodyguard?
"We'll start with some basics." Fletcher's voice came from behind Kor. Suddenly Kor was struck from behind. He turned only to be met with a kick to the stomach. The kick had enough force to knock some of the wind from him so Kor did what any good slave would do in the face of a beating; he curled up and raised his hands.
The next blow did not fall though as Kor opened his eyes to find Fletcher looking at him inquisitively. Fletcher sighed and stepped back motioning for Kor to stand up.
"This is going to be a long day. Let's start you off with a different mentality..." Fletcher said.
Verona walked down the hall towards the kitchen. Her cooks were already in a bit of a panic as they scurried about to make breakfast ready. Verona had to make a special order for Kor and she had it sent to the courtyard before she sat down to eat. As Verona ate she did notice her messenger Kathleen standing patiently in the doorway, Verona also knew that Kathleen did not want to disturb her either.
When the servants finally took the last dish away Kathleen made her way up to Verona and spoke in a quiet tone.
"Mistress, there is a message for you." Kathleen said timidly and held out the folded parchment.
Verona took the parchment from the doe with a smile; at one time Kathleen had been her fellow slave sister; that was until Verona inherited the keep from her now late Master. Verona allowed her mind to drift a little, back to a time where she was only a simple slave girl. She had been purchased pure by her Master, Lord Byron, a tiger baron of high statue.
She remembered how frightened she was when he looked at her in his lustful way, she recalled how terrified she was when he made advances towards her; yet when she cringed, or trembled, or winced he would back off and assure her of her safety. After just two months Lord Byron had fully seduced her and they made love gently. Her thoughts then moved forward to a year later when Lord Byron fell ill and upon his death bed with a host of witnesses declared that he loved Verona and bequeathed his keep and his treasures to her.
She had never ever felt so beautiful than when she heard his declaration, but by then it was too late. He died that night, and the next morning with his most trusted advisors Verona made a new life for herself. They groomed her and instructed her in the manners of the head of a keep, she was now an unorthodox Baroness and in a manner of a few weeks she had class, etiquette, and charisma.
Yet there was always something missing; then Verona had come into possession of Kor. Soon she had seduced him in a much different manner from Byron. Even though she had great affection for Kor she still in her heart loved her dead Master. There would always be that empty spot in her that she believed would never be filled.
Verona snapped back to awareness when she read the letter. She crumpled it in her hands and gritted her teeth in disdain.
"Thane Felix..." Verona said with malice dripping in her voice. She had been over this feud for over a half a year now. Felix was the nephew of Byron; greedy and selfish he only desired to gain wealth and property. When Byron had died he had showed up to the keep a month later declaring all was rightfully his, but when he read the will he was outraged and threatened to take back the keep by force.
Verona had the guards escort him out, after that it was threat after threat. Every week he sent a letter demanding that she relinquish her goods and property to him and each time the answer was a stern refusal. It was growing tiresome and now Felix had threatened her with death, it was no better time than to have your very own bodyguard.
"Have the scribe write up another refusal, this time take six guards with you and please be safe." Verona said as she turned to Kathleen.
"Yes Mistress." The Tan furred doe said bowing and backing up before turning to head off to the scribe. Verona watched Kathleen head off and then threw the crumpled letter on the floor and mashed it with her heel.
Fletcher was pleased that Kor had learned so quickly, either out of fear or just natural aptitude, Kor had picked up on the basics of defense, attack, awareness, and adaptability. For the time being he let the bull take a break from training so that he could eat. As Fletcher headed towards the kitchen, he let his mind wander, he had not been to the keep since Lord Byron had fell ill; those long campaigns were a soldier's burden.
Then Fletcher's ears perked up as he saw the lovely vision coming his way. The doe looked like she was in a hurry, she wore fine clothes, and yet the collar around her neck was a dead give away that she was one of the slaves of the house. Of course Fletcher just had to stop and block the hallway just so he could see her up close.
"Why hello there pretty." Fletcher said with a smile. The doe stopped and timidly looked up to him with her big deep brown eyes.
"Ex-excuse me Sire I'm on an urgent task for my Mistress." She said and gulped lightly as she edged around him.
"At least let me know your name sweet one." Fletcher said trying to be as charming as possible.
"Kathleen Sire, n-now if you will excuse me please..." She said and she hurried off not looking back. Fletcher grinned watching Kathleen leave, he would definitely have to inquire to Verona about the doe, but for now he felt he needed to update Verona on Kor's progress.
"He is a fast learner." Fletcher said sipping some of his tea as Verona sat there looking into her own cup.
"Mmm... that he is." Verona replied and smiled.
"I think one solid week of training and he'll be a great bodyguard." Fletcher set down his cup and crossed his right leg over his left leaning back in the chair.
"Just train him well and bring him back to my room when you're done for the day." Verona said setting down her tea as well.
"Lady Verona if I may ask a few questions...?" Fletcher paused clearing his throat.
"Go ahead." Verona said.
"I want to know about one of your... girls... a Kathleen." Fletcher watched as Verona's expression turned into one of suspicion.
"What about Kathleen?" Verona said cautiously.
"I would like to meet her, personally." Fletcher tried to choose his words carefully.
"So you want to fuck her?" Verona arched a brow.
"I would like to just... talk... get to know her..." Fletcher watched Verona's expression melt slowly away back to her normal composed self.
"I will see what I can arrange." Verona said before standing up and walking out slowly.
When Kor was escorted back to Verona's room instead of the slave pens he was slightly concerned. But when he walked through the door to find Verona sitting there with a smile he felt relief. Kor had learned much from Fletcher, he now knew the basics of combat and the fundamentals of being a bodyguard.
"Greetings Mistress." Kor said politely.
"Hello Kor... so how did he do?" Verona shifted her gaze from Kor to Fletcher.
"He did well, however, this is part of his training as well. A bodyguard must stay with his client nearly all the time. Or at least make sure that they are safe. Tomorrow we will continue with the training Kor, be ready." Fletcher then turned and walked out of the room closing the door behind him as he went. Kor watched the door shut then he felt the warm hands of his Mistress running up along his back.
"We'll wash up after, but you must be very stressed from all that training. Let Mistress help you relax..." Verona's voice seemed to whisper in his ear. Kor turned around and leaned his head down and his lips met Verona's in a passionate kiss. Verona reached down and her hands went right into Kor's loincloth and her fingers stroked softly along the length of his sheath.
Kor eagerly pulled off his loincloth as his cock slid forth from its sheath to full hard raging erection. Verona looked at Kor's full shaft and licked her lips, she stood only chest height to him so it was easy for her to take hold of his pulsing phallus and her head dipped down and licked over the tip of his member.
Kor groaned and gasped as he felt Verona's tongue work over his fleshy pole. Verona licked all around it and stroked over his penis with her fingers. She stopped briefly and looked up to him with a coy smile. Kor's hands moved to undress her, but she placed a hand on his stopping him.
"This dress was cheap, I want you to ravage me my strong bull, my bodyguard, my mighty slave..." Verona said slowly and sensually. There was only a moment of pause before Kor wrapped his arm around Verona's waist and his other hand reached to the bosom of her dress tearing it effortlessly from her body.
"Eep!" Verona squeaked as Kor's head dipped down to her breasts and his tongue licked over her nipples in a semi-rough fashion. He grabbed the remainder of the dress and tore downwards leaving the front of her body naked and exposed to him. Tossing aside the tattered remains of the dress; his hand moved down and rubbed against her soft mound feeling her eager juices moisten his fingers.
"Aah!" Verona exclaimed and writhed trying to curl up to deny him access to her body, of course it was all in playfulness. Kor knew that it was an act and that she loved it when he took control, it was his only real freedom. Kor's lips sucked on her breasts now and he dipped his middle finger into Verona letting her feel it press into her depth which only made her squirm some more. She tried to push away in mock resistance, but Kor just pulled her back to him and kissed her deeply his cock pressing to her.
Verona could feel its hot throbbing thickness against her fur and skin. She was eager to feel it inside her once more and yet she continued the mock struggle, this time she was able to pull away and she tried to make a run for it. Kor was quick though and grabbed her hefting her over his shoulder and carrying her to the bed. The bunny struggled and kicked a little in mock resistance, but it was all in fun as Kor tossed Verona gently on the bed, turning her on her stomach and pinning her hands behind her back with a strong left.
Verona knew that she could stop him at anytime with a word, but she took pleasure in feeling helpless every once in a while. Just like when she was Byron's slave girl, she wanted to feel vulnerable, to feel dominated, she wanted Kor to passionately ravish her. She gasped as she felt the tip of his cock rub up to her slit, then he moved up and she felt the length of his shaft stroking gently between her soft ass cheeks.
"Mistress is so beautiful..." Kor said as his right hand reached down under Verona to fondle her right breast. Verona squealed and writhed as she felt him tempt her with pleasure. Kor's cock now moved back down to tease against her soft opening; it pushed her pussy lips apart and it prodded gently as it threatened to stretch and enter her.
"Ahhh! Too big!" Verona said hoping that Kor would take that as a hint that she could not wait for him. Kor kept teasing her leaning over to whisper in her ear.
"Mistress likes it huge; she wants it all inside her until Kor spills his cum into her." Kor said in a sensual tone as his cock pushed slowly forward spreading her pussy lips, preparing her for what was to come. Verona trembled as she felt that familiar sensation of Kor's phallus starting to penetrate her.
Then it was in her, Kor's thick cock head slipped past her entrance and Verona stiffened around it squeezing it as she let out a throaty gasp. Kor grinned and held his Mistress firmly as he moved his hips from side to side wedging his girth into Verona deeper as the bunny squirmed under him. Verona could feel his length sinking in to her and he stopped when the tip of his penis came in contact with her cervix.
Kor watched Verona buck wildly with the sensation of him being in her so deep. He moved his hips from side to side again stirring around inside her making his cock head brush roughly to her cervix entrance. Verona gave a sharp cry as she felt Kor buck his hips forward slightly, his tip threatening to go past her cervix and in deeper into her depths.
"I'm going to pour my cum deep into you Mistress..." Kor said huskily and he pushed forward slowly. Verona buried her mouth in the bed to stifle a scream as she felt Kor's penis head press past her cervix and bumped the back of her womb making her normally slender tummy bulge with the mass that it was now forced to contain.
"I will fill you up!" Kor grunted pulling back and pushing forward making Verona give a sharp cry of sensation. His cock head bumped to the back of her uterus over and over, her wet soft tunnel letting him slide easily in and out of her tight confines. Verona looked over her shoulder to watch as Kor mercilessly pistoned his cock in and out of her cunt; how she loved it, feeling him fill her with his meat then the inevitable release that followed.
Verona now bucked back against him as he pumped into her, he still held her firmly as his thrusts were met with her bucking hips. It could barely sink halfway into her and yet Verona was still trying to take it all in her. She moaned and gasped as she felt Kor speeding up, his testicles slapping to her already dripping wet clit. She could feel her belly distending with each thrust and she had no choice but to voice her wonton desires out loud.
"Oh! Oh Kor! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeee!" Verona cried out as she felt herself starting to climax and she furiously ground her hips back to Kor's thrusting cock.
Kor leaned over a bit more pinning Verona as he prepared for his own orgasmic release. He felt the building pressure in his loins and he franticly rutted into her holding her to him as he felt his pleasure peek. His release was sudden and messy, his thick globs of geysering cum instantly flooded Verona's belly and he gave a mighty snort with each spurt of hot cum that he dumped into his Mistress' little honey pot.
Verona cried out at the top of her lungs as her entire body stiffened and jerked with each hot shot of cum that was spilled into her. Then Kor gave his final tremble and held himself in Verona as he let the last of his semen trickle from his thick member. He held her there in the last lingering moments of ecstasy before he released her and they both lay side by side panting.
"Mistress... I will protect you... Kor swears with his life." The bull said looking to Verona with a longing gaze. He stroked Verona's cheek tenderly; in turn she gently took his hand and nuzzled her cheek to it affectionately.
"Kor you are so good; I'm glad to have chosen you to be my bodyguard." Verona said her head still spinning from their climax. She felt his warm seed in her womb and just relaxed feeling it spilling out of her and down her thigh. She clung to Kor, cuddling to him as she moaned softly and to her surprise she fell asleep almost instantly.
The next day it was business as usual, Kathleen returned after delivering the message to Thane Felix's courier, Kor trained with Fletcher, and Verona went about her daily business. However, as the day began to come to a close Verona notified Fletcher that Kathleen was in the guest suite. She had also warned the Master Armsman that if he were to harm Kathleen there would be percussions most dire.
Fletcher approached the door with caution, he did not want to frighten the poor female to death, but he did want to see if he could woo her all the same. He knocked on the door three times gently and then listened.
"Come in." came the timid but familiar voice of Kathleen.
Fletcher opened the door and there the doe stood looking nervous as ever, but she was also nude with her dress neatly folded and set on the side. Fletcher examined her for a long moment as he slowly closed the door behind him. Her light tan fur and chestnut brown hair only enhanced her hazel colored eyes. She was a lovely vision, lithe, shy, and desirable; yet Fletcher could see that she was frightened of what he would do to her.
"Calm down Kathleen, I'm not going to hurt you." Fletcher said in a rather soothing tone as he made his way to the bed and sat down on the edge. He patted the edge of the bed coaxing her to sit next to him; she did not hesitate and she sat on the bed but at arms length from him.
"Umm... here..." Fletcher said taking off his cloak and scooting closer to her, Kathleen flinched when he touched her, but he got the cloak around her shoulders letting her pull it around her to cover her up. He smiled to her, trying to assure her that she was safe with him.
"T-thank you Sire..." Kathleen said trying to sound grateful. Fletcher nodded to her and took her hand in his. Kathleen trembled slightly, but did not pull back.
"Have you ever known a male's touch?" Fletcher asked her. Kathleen nodded and shivered closing her eyes and wincing; now it made sense to Fletcher, she had been sexually molested perhaps, so that was the reason she was so distrustful of him.
"Well I only wanted to meet with you and get to know you a little better. You remind me of someone I use to know..." Fletcher said and stroked her hand softly. Kathleen gulped lightly and gently bit her lower lip in nervousness.
"Before I became an Armsmaster I lived a simple life out in a rural area. The girl I knew was Brenda. She was like you, kind, soft, and beautiful; we grew up together and over time she and I developed feelings for each other. When we were older we finally grew close, intimately..." Fletcher's disposition seemed to darken as he spoke on.
"Then one night our village was attacked by raiders, I was captured and forced to watch as my childhood friend, and lover was brutally raped. Then as I was about to be killed the night guards arrived and saved me, but Brenda could not take what had happened to her and she..." Fletcher seemed to choke a bit but continued hoarsely.
"She never returned to normal, she eventually drowned herself in the lake, a place where on the banks we use to make love." Fletcher stopped at that moment and Kathleen could see his eyes brimming with tears. Fletcher shook off his sorrow quickly and continued.
"I joined the Armsmen after her funeral vowing not to let the same thing happen to anyone ever again. From then on my rage became the source of my strength; I quickly became a brutal combatant, until I realized that I had lost sight of what I was fighting for. Finally I met your late Master Lord Byron and his consort and your current Mistress Verona. Then I realized that I had to move on and I regained my focus, now I feel like..." Fletcher paused and Kathleen looked to him tilting her head with concern.
"I feel like I can maybe learn to love again." Fletcher said and smiled to Kathleen.
"But Master I'm but a slave I don't have any right to love. The only rights I have been given is to leave the keep under guard to act as a courier, and to refer to myself in first person." Kathleen pulled back from Fletcher and dropped the cloak.
"I will accept you if you wish to bed me, but I can't return affections; j-just be gentle with me." Kathleen looked to him with tears starting; then she looked down so he would not see them starting to roll down her cheeks.
"I wouldn't treat you like a wench, not a beautiful female such as yourself." Fletcher whispered tenderly to her.
"Just know that tonight I will treat you with respect, we don't even need to have any sex." The wolf said and his nose nuzzled to her cheek. Again she flinched, but she let him touch her; his strong hands moving to wrap around her waist and pull her close to him. He gently turned her head to face him looking into her eyes before he leaned close and kissed her tenderly.
Kathleen let him take her lips and her arms wrapped around to embrace him in a trembling hug; Fletcher then moved up in a semi-aggressive gesture and Kathleen laid back on the bed.
The next morning there was a knock at the door and Verona walked in. She was pleased to see that Fletcher was and Kathleen were in the bed, but Fletcher who was awake was still fully clothed. Fletcher's cloak had been pulled over Kathleen like a blanket and the doe was cuddled up against the wolf sleeping. Verona smiled and nodded to Fletcher who shifted a little.
"Kathleen, wake up." Verona said in gentle tone and the doe's eyes fluttered open. For a moment Kathleen was disoriented, but when she finally remembered where she was she slowly disengaged from Fletcher and got up walking over to put her dress back on. When Kathleen finally donned her dress again she bowed to Fletcher and then hastily made her way out the door.
"So..." Verona said to Fletcher who put his cape back on.
"Exquisite, but sad, I would like to make her happy..." Fletcher paused to sniff his cape deeply inhaling the scent on it. He then exhaled softly and looked down.
"But she has had too much trauma in her life as a slave. I don't even think she would ever trust another male." Fletcher turned, but Verona put a hand on his shoulder. Fletcher paused for a moment and then turned to look at Verona who gave him a sad smile.
"Take it slow and easy, it worked for my Lord Byron." Verona said. "I'll talk to Kathleen and see if I can't get her to warm up to you a bit."
Fletcher nodded as Verona took her hand off his shoulder and with that Fletcher made his way out to begin the days training with Kor.
Felix crumpled the note and in one swift motion pulled out his longsword running his messenger through; the bulldog gasped as he clung to Felix's tabard before slumping to the floor dying. Felix wiped the blade off on a clean portion of his messenger's tunic. Tobis, an advisor to Felix watched the bulldog convulse on the floor, then the timber wolf looked up to the seething angry tiger.
"That little whore vexes me!" Felix said through his teeth, his tail twitching back and forth.
"Sire, that was one of our best couriers..." Tobis remarked backing up out of lunging range. Felix glared at Tobis, but made no move; Felix then sheathed his sword and growled low before turning to the window and looking out at the farmland that his keep overlooked. Tobis knew what to do, he grabbed the dead body and dragged it out leaving Felix to calm down. Once the body was disposed of he came back to Felix's chamber to find the tiger still at the window.
"Sire what else do you need?" Tobis asked being careful to keep at a distance from the tiger.
"I want you to assemble my men and get me another courier." Felix said his voice dripping with fury. He turned to Tobis glaring. "By the way, if you ever try to ‘consul' me like that again... I'll kill you."
Verona once more crumpled the note in her hands and dropped it on the floor. Kathleen waited timidly for a command; Verona looked to Kathleen and smiled.
"Not your fault Kathleen. We'll send another message in the morning, but for tonight you will spend the evening with Fletcher. Don't worry He has given his word he will not harm you. You should at least give him the benefit of the doubt." Verona could see the fear in Kathleen's eyes as she spoke to her. Verona knew what Kathleen was thinking, but that would not deter her from her promise.
"Remember when I was a slave sister and you arrived at Lord Byron's keep?" Verona asked. Kathleen nodded slowly.
"Well Lord Byron looked quite intimidating when I first was with him, but he turned out to be the most gentle male that had ever touched me. Not all males are bad my dear, there are some very good ones, ones that will treat you nice." Verona continued and she saw Kathleen's expression turn doubtful.
"Did he harm you last night?" Verona queried; Kathleen shook her head.
"Then you should not be afraid of him, I'm sure that he just wants some company." Verona of course knew that eventually Fletcher might want to have sex with Kathleen, but so far the wolf had been trustworthy.
"You are dismissed for now, but remember what I said." Verona watched Kathleen nod and then run off to head back to her domicile.
"A moving speech, Lady Verona." Fletcher's voice came from the rear archway. Verona spun around to see Fletcher move forth from the side of the archway.
"And how long were you standing there?" Verona asked.
"Long enough, but rest assured that I have no intention of hurting the female..." Fletcher searched for the words to justify the explanation.
"You just want to seduce her?" Verona finished.
"Not just that, I told her last night of how she reminded me of an old lover who died. I... I just want to hold her, so that I can feel what its like to love again, even if it is a fantasy." Fletcher sighed inwardly.
"It does not have to be a fantasy. Just treat her kindly." Verona said and walked off.
Fletcher walked up the stairs towards the guest rooms. He contemplated on the days events; Kor was very responsive and retained a good grasp of anything he was taught. A few more days of training and Kor would be suited to be a reliable bodyguard. Kor would still need experience but he would at least be a very prodigal rookie.
He walked down the hall and stopped at the indicated door, he raised a hand to knock, but paused. He mused for a bit on what he should say to her, but after a bit he decided to just wing it. He knocked on the door three times.
"Come in." Kathleen's voice came from inside.
Fletcher entered the room, but this time Kathleen had her dress on and was sitting down on the bed looking as shy as ever. Fletcher walked over and slowly sat down next to her.
"Hello there." Fletcher said with a smile.
"H-hello..." Kathleen responded hesitantly.
"So how about tonight you tell me about yourself..." Fletcher said tilting his head to one side.
"Well... I... I was purchased just before Lord Byron fell ill, I was to be a serving girl, but Verona was always with Lord Byron by then. I was already being used for pleasure when I was only fourteen summers..." Kathleen seemed to curl up defensively her arms wrapping around her waist.
"Lord Byron never made advances towards me, and he'd reprimand his guards for trying anything of the sort. After Lord Byron died and Verona became my Mistress I was at least granted a few freedoms." Kathleen looked to Fletcher.
"Mistress Verona told me that you are kind..." Kathleen lowered her hand to her lap. Fletcher moved closer and placed a hand on hers gently; this time Kathleen did not flinch and instead looked into Fletcher's eyes, her gaze seeming to bore deep into his, seeking any truth or deception from him. Fletcher leaned close and slowly gave Kathleen a tender kiss. Kathleen did not pull away but nor did she return his kiss; she simple let him kiss her for a short while before he broke it off and smiled.
"Was that gentle enough?" Fletcher said with a soft smile. Kathleen nodded slowly, though Fletcher could see that she was trying hard not to be afraid. Fletcher tried to be charming as he could leaned close to whisper to her.
"I know you don't trust males; but I want to make you feel good, not just use you for pleasure, I want you to feel pleasure as well... if you'll let me." Fletcher could see the confusion on Kathleen's face, he was sure that she was use to being told what to do; this however, must be confusing to her, he was asking her for permission.
"I want to pleasure you Kathleen, but I won't dare touch you unless you give me permission... and don't say that a slave has no rights; here and now I don't have the right to do anything unless you want me to." Fletcher said trying to null out any clauses that Kathleen might try to use to assert who was dominant. Kathleen lowered her gaze and looked at Fletcher's hand resting on hers, she thought about it for a while.
She had only had males that would roughly tear off her clothes and rape her; soon she just stopped resisting and just cried while they did what they wished. She would only hope they would be done with it soon and then once more she could curl up and weep. Now she was faced with a male that was quite unlike any before that she had met. Kathleen gulped lightly and bit her lower lip before speaking.
"Y-you may..." the doe said hesitantly.
"All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will; I won't do anything that you would not like." Fletcher said trying to assure her; Kathleen nodded licking her lips nervously.
"Just say stop?" Kathleen affirmed dubiously. Fletcher nodded and smiled his hand moving up and brushed her cheek lightly with the back of his fingers. Kathleen was still, letting his caress her cheek. Fletcher moved closer to her right up next to her and gave her another soft kiss on the lips, his hands moving to pull her against him carefully; Kathleen whimpered pitifully and Fletcher paused.
"Want me to stop?" Fletcher said letting her rest against him. Again Kathleen gave pause to thought and assessed her situation. He was not hurting her, but their proximity was more than just close, so far he had not done anything remotely rough. Kathleen was curious however, she had always wondered why Verona seemed so happy with Lord Byron and she could stop possibly the one male that could answer that question for her.
Kathleen shook her head, but closed her eyes breathing a little faster; she could smell Fletcher's musk, it was predatory, one hundred percent male. Yet his gentle hands moved stroking over her now, his hand moved under the strap of her dress and he paused.
"May I?" Fletcher asked not wanting to violate her trust by just promptly removing her dress strap. He wanted her to allow him to do this to her; for her to give herself to him freely rather than just her being a slave and him using her. Kathleen nodded trembling slightly.
Fletcher slowly moved the dress strap down Kathleen's shoulder then went to the other one and did the same, he made sure not to make any sudden movements. He carefully let the front of her dress fall and he gazed over her lovely breasts. Kathleen gave a shuddering sigh and she slowly lay back on the bed as Fletcher moved up beside her.
At this point most males would just crawl over her or straddle her, but Fletcher left her with the ability to actually get away from him is she wished. He moved up and began to give little licks to her neck; Kathleen gasped and gave a squeak, but she did not pull away from him. Fletcher gave her a gentle nip on the neck and then slowly sniffed down to her breasts, his tongue licking over her left nipple.
"Ah!" Kathleen exclaimed and Fletcher fully pulled back.
"I'm sorry! Kathleen are you...?" Fletcher started, then he saw Kathleen's expression, she seemed confused, but not frightened at all. Fletcher quickly salvaged the opportunity "Does it feel good?"
Kathleen seemed to whimper and then she slowly nodded. Fletcher carefully dipped his head back down to her breasts and looked into her eyes as he once more licked over her nipples and around them slowly and firmly. Kathleen's eyes grew wide and then she closed them gasping as her head tilted back; she let the pleasure flow into her from Fletcher's tongue as he worked over to her other nipple and she let out a squeal of pleasure.
Fletcher could now hear the change in Kathleen's tone, she was enjoying his licking. He then wrapped his lips around her right nipple and flicked over it rapidly with his tongue; Fletcher was rewarded with a heated gasp from the doe as she arched her back up urging him to keep up his pleasuring. The wolf felt his malehood stiffening in his pants and his sheath pulling back to let it expand forth; he did not know if she would let him have her tonight, but he planned to pleasure her all night long if she so wished.
Kathleen was torn by her two urges, her natural urge to try and escape her predator and yet on the other hand he was making her feel so good. None of the other males before even bothered trying to at least somewhat make her enjoy her defilement; but this male was very different and she tried to let him explore her as much as possible without her body reflexively protesting.
Fletcher licked over her breasts until her nipples were perked up nice and stiff and then he softly kissed her once more. Kathleen this time pressed back into the kiss as her hands moved to embrace him, she felt his right leg move over and his thigh brushed against her mound. Kathleen jerked a little and Fletcher broke the kiss off and once more caressed her cheek.
"Am I going too fast? Do you want me to stop sweet Kathleen?" Fletcher asked. Kathleen was taken a bit back by him, she had never been called sweet before. For the first time ever Kathleen felt... flattered; she also felt vulnerable, more vulnerable than ever before and she was letting it happen. No, she wanted it to happen; wait she wanted it to happen? Did she really want to submit herself to him fully and willfully?
Fletcher was paused patiently there, his eyes looking into hers. Kathleen then boldly kissed him, her lips crushing to his; his tongue slipped experimentally into her mouth and their tongues collided in a soft dance of passion. Fletcher gingerly embraced Kathleen as his thigh rubbed smoothly and slowly between hers. Kathleen only let out a slight moan as she felt him pressing to her, he was warm, so warm and his touch was soft.
Fletcher could feel Kathleen melting under his gentle care; her resistance falling to his loving caresses. He tenderly peeled away each layer of her defenses; letting her feel the pleasures that he offered her. Soon Kathleen found she was completely nude, with no recollection of how it happened; it didn't matter to her though as Fletcher nuzzled, licked, caressed, suckled, and kissed her up and down her body.
"So you want it?" Fletcher said seeming to taunt her playfully as he moved lower his hands easily spreading her thighs apart. Kathleen suddenly gasped and she scrambled back a bit.
"S-stop!" Kathleen said suddenly afraid. Fletcher tilted his head in concern.
"O-ok... but I don't even have my pants off..." Fletcher said, Kathleen looked at him and sure enough only his shirt was off, but his pants were still on his waist.
"T-then what did you mean by... want... it?" Kathleen asked a bit shaken. Fletcher made a ‘V' with his index and middle finger and he licked his tongue between those two fingers. Kathleen blinked, she did not know what Fletcher was getting at, but so far he had only given her pleasure. Was he still to be trusted? Kathleen for a moment had her defenses up again, she was skeptical about what Fletcher intended to do, but she could not help but be a bit more curious than usual.
"J-just don't... don't hurt me..." Kathleen whimpered softly; Fletcher smiled.
"I'm not going to hurt you, just relax beautiful Kathleen." Fletcher once more got into position between her legs and then Kathleen watched with mouth agape as the wolf dipped his head down between her thighs. Then she felt his warm wet tongue against her soft mound and sudden pleasure shot though her loins as she felt his tongue tip mash gently to her clitoris.
"Aahhmmmmm!" Kathleen exclaimed stifling a cry that melded into a moan. Her legs trembled as Fletcher held them, she could pull her legs free from him if she so wanted; but the pleasure in her pelvis was rising to a fevered pitch. All Kathleen could do was gasp as she bucked her hips lightly encouraging Fletcher to maintain his current activities.
Fletcher wiggled his tongue into her soft folds; his fingers gently spread her pussy lips and his tongue dived into her halfway and he licked upwards, the tip of his tongue pressing right to Kathleen's g-spot. The female deer let out a sharp squeal as her hips arched with the sensation that hit her like a sledge hammer. Fletcher smiled inwardly knowing that he was giving the soft doe the ride of her life, after years of her being brutalized, raped, and defiled, he was now going to show her the gentle and tender side of sex.
Kathleen placed her hands on his head, but she did not know if she should push him away and stop him or pull him to her eagerly and invite him to have his way with her. Fletcher reached up as he drove his tongue into her over and over and his fingers gently circled around her nipples stimulating her areolas' and rewarding him again with another heated gasp.
Fletcher kept up the steady amount of pleasure listening as Kathleen writhed, moaned, cooed, and whimpered. Then he felt her suddenly stiffen and she let out what seemed to be a pleasure laced howl as Fletcher felt her juices splash upon his tongue. He pulled his tongue out and licked all around on her soft pussy lips before he raised his head looking up to her. Kathleen's eyes told him everything; she had never felt pleasure like that before, it was her first orgasm, and she wanted more.
Fletcher moved up over and smiled gently looking into her eye; she looked back into his longingly. After such a long time of abuse, after horrible memories of being molested, after nightmares of numerous males defiling her; here she was, ready and willing to give her body to him, Kathleen was now eager to find out what else he offered her.
"Would you like more gorgeous Kathleen?" Fletcher leaned close and whispered into her ear hotly; his hand moving down to softly stroke over her belly threatening to move lower. Kathleen was no longer afraid; she didn't know why she was not trembling in fear right now, it might have been because her head was still spinning from her mind shattering orgasm that she had just had.
Kathleen nodded and laid back her eyes seeming to glass over as she felt him hands on her breasts again fondling them, caressing them, and squeezing them gently. Fletcher stopped and he slowly doffed his pant as he licked and sucked on her nipples. Kathleen was not even remotely worried about them both being nude; all she knew was that she trusted Fletcher and now she felt that this was more than just simple sex, that is was an opportunity to learn more about this male that had enthralled her senses, that had sent her mind soaring, and had stolen her heart.
Kathleen even spread her legs a bit wider when Fletcher reached down and rubbed his fingers over her clitoris. She closed her eyes as his lips pressed to hers and she hungrily accepted the kiss; she did not even move as she felt him gently rubbing the length of his thick wolf cock against her clitoris and labia. Kathleen gasped as the expected penetration did not come; instead she opened her eyes to see Fletcher over her with a concerned look.
"Are you sure that you want to do this? We can stop right now if you don't want to do this." He softly stroked her cheek with his fingers; he would let her choose, let her decide if she wanted to take him fully. Kathleen looked down at his fully erect member that was still softly rubbing to her mound; she didn't know if Fletcher would keep his promise to be gentle.
"G-go slow..." Kathleen said daringly. Fletcher nodded and kissed her tenderly as he moved, reaching down with a hand and taking a hold of his member. He carefully rubbed the tip of it up and down the doe's slit; he watched her gasp as he teased her softly. Then he slowly began to press forward, he let his member slide into her inch by inch, pausing halfway to make sure that Kathleen was alright.
"Still want to continue...?" Fletcher asked not moving, Kathleen shivered a bit but nodded expecting him to just suddenly shove the rest of it into her. Instead Kathleen felt Fletcher slowly slide the rest of it into her all the way till his knot met her labia and he paused there with a slight gasp feeling his cock tip pressing gently to her cervix.
Kathleen gasped as well feeling Fletcher all the way in her. She had felt other males this deep in her before, but under much different circumstances. Fletcher was true to his promise, he was not hurting her and she was feeling pleasure. Fletcher held himself in her for a bit letting her get adjusted to the feel of him inside her.
This time Kathleen leaned up and kissed him as her arms pulled him close, she moved her hips around feeling Fletcher's cock stiffen up in her with the sensation. Fletcher broke the kiss and nuzzled his cheek to hers. Kathleen moaned and felt her breasts pressing up to his chest, she could feel their hearts beating together.
"Fletcher... " Kathleen gasped, then she felt him pulling back; she expected a horridly rough thrust, but was surprised when he slowly and smoothly sunk his cock back into her. He repeated the motion again and Kathleen moved to meet his gentle thrust.
"Kathleen... your so tight..." Fletcher hissed into her ear with lust, and caring in his voice.
"Oh! Fletcher!" Kathleen gasped as now their bodies moved with each other. Her hips bucking up to meet each smooth thrust that Fletcher gave to her. Not once did he speed up, he kept a nice and steady pace. Kathleen would have never believed that it could feel this good, with all that had happened before, but now her mind swam with the thought of Fletcher pumping gently into her, over and over again.
They were both panting now as they writhed in passion, Fletcher felt himself building up to a climax; he only hoped that Kathleen was enjoying it. Kathleen was indeed enjoying it and she felt another orgasm coming on, she felt as though her belly were about to burst in pure pleasure. Then suddenly they were both there; Kathleen gave a squeal as she arched her back and felt her body release and at the same time Fletcher grit his teeth and gave a loud moan.
Kathleen felt Fletcher's seed shoot into her defenseless womb and she savored and accepted it; for the first time ever it felt good, it felt so good. She reveled in the sensation of hot liquids spilling into her and she clung to Fletcher as she felt how hot and hard he got as each spurt of hot fluids flooded her belly. His hot ropes of cum being thrown into her depths, until finally the flow ebbed and both of them lay in the bed panting with full climax attained.
Fletcher pulled out slowly, then he rolled over and let Kathleen lay atop of him; the doe nuzzled her nose to his fur and moaned softly. Fletcher embraced her and for the first time in a long while he felt at peace, serene, and his memories flashed back to a simpler time. Then he remembered where he was, he looked to Kathleen who was laying on him slowly and softly breathing.
"Are you ok Kathleen? Did... did I hurt you?" Fletcher asked with genuine concern. As a response Kathleen rolled onto him and kissed him.
"I never knew that there was such a thing as gentle sex." Kathleen said and she leaned against Fletcher with a soft and contented sigh. Fletcher smiled and kissed Kathleen back as he pulled the covers up onto them, as if protecting her from the horrors of the world.
Fletcher was surprised that he went to sleep almost instantly and he knew that Kathleen was also sleeping as well, the night was cold; but with both of them together in the bed, the guest room seemed to be the warmest room in the keep.
They sunlight shown through the window at the crack of dawn and Verona sat up and rubbed her eyes. Kor was already up and about collecting up the sheets in the corner to send to the washers; one thing was certain they would have a heck of a time getting the sheets clean. Verona washed up a little then she instructed Kor to go to the courtyard.
Kor did so without a moment of hesitation as Verona got dressed and made her way to the guest room; Verona knocked on the door three times and listened.
"Come in." Came Fletchers voice from behind the door. Verona entered and there stood both Fletcher and Kathleen, clothed, cleaned up, and ready to start the day.
"Be safe today Kathleen." Fletcher said with a smile. Kathleen nodded and blushed as she bowed to Verona and then headed out the door. Verona looked to Fletcher with an eyebrow cocked.
"She is a real treasure Lady Verona..." Fletcher said and looked over to the bed that was still in disarray. Verona was not upset, but she was also not all too pleased.
"I hope that you exercised care and tenderness." Verona said walking over to the bed and brushing her fingers a little along the disarrayed sheets.
"I could not dare harm her even if she tried to kill me Lady Verona..." Fletcher said, Verona could tell that he was quite enthralled with Kathleen.
"Three hundred crowns and she's yours..." Verona said. Fletcher was taken aback.
"You love her right?" Verona said, even though love was something that Verona considered to take time to develop.
"I... Kathleen is almost exactly like Brenda; except that Brenda grew up with me... I don't know if I could... purchase love." Fletcher said lowering his head.
"Think about it... Kor is waiting in the courtyard." Verona said and sauntered out leaving Fletcher slightly disturbed.
Kathleen could not stop thinking about Fletcher and how he made her feel, the deer had never felt such emotion before. Was it love she felt? Never before had she been given a chance to express any kind of emotions and now here she was, her heart fluttering when she thought of the tall, handsome, gray furred wolf.
That was probably why she was taken by surprise when the first of her guards caught a crossbow quarrel in the throat. Kathleen gasped as the guards surrounding her yelled out and attempted to protect her. One of her guards, a cat, told her to run and then drew his sword to try and cover her escape.
Kathleen stopped in her tracks as suddenly a tiger stepped out with a sword pointed at her. Kathleen took a couple of steps back and she was grabbed from behind, she dropped the message she was carrying and screamed. A hand clamped over her mouth and the tiger came up close and put the sword to her throat.
"So your that whore's courier?" the tiger sneered looking Kathleen up and down. Roughly he reached under her dress and felt over her mound; Kathleen struggled but of course it was futile.
"I bet your one hell of a fuck. Take her away! I'll... deal with her later." Felix licked his lips as he was Kathleen's eyes get wide and she thrashed even more as his men tied her up and carried her off.
"What are your orders now Lord Felix?" one of his guardsmen inquired.
"Now we march and take care of that cunt Verona, once she is out of the way I can lay claim to the keep and its resources." Felix said and he then motioned for his men to move out; as they marched off she did not see the figure in the shadows that swiftly departed.
Verona watched as her guard secured the gates, she turned to her scribe who had just gotten the carrier message.
"You said Kathleen is still alive and Felix's forces are coming here?" Verona asked.
"Yes Lady Verona, they are currently taking your courier back to Lord Felix's keep." Her scribe said with a nervous voice.
"I'm going after her." Fletcher said. Verona shot him a glance.
"Just you? Alone?" Verona asked as Kor stood behind her patiently.
"It will have to be that way. I will not detract from your forces, but for a rescue operation I might need a bit of pay." Fletcher said.
"Let me guess? Three hundred crowns?" Verona said with a slight cocked eyebrow.
"We'll discuss that later. Kor has only had minimal training, but I believe that this could be a trail by fire for him. He is a most talented student, I'm sure he will do well." Fletcher said as he went to his pack and trunk. First Fletcher pulled out a set of clothes from his pack and set those to the side, it looked like black padded lizard hide. Then he opened the large trunk and from it he hefted a large chainmail shirt and breastplate and once he set it down reached back in pulling out what would have been a great sword to him, but would make a nice hefty broadsword for Kor.
"I was saving this until we could complete your training, but under the circumstances I say that its time you had this. Put it on and protect your Mistress." Fletcher said indicated the armor and weapon he had pulled from the trunk. Then Fletcher picked up his sword and the clothes and ran off. The sun was setting and the sound of marching feet could be heard; it would not be long until Felix and his soldier arrived, Verona knew that they would be in for a siege.
It had been a long time since Fletcher had worn his old light armsman uniform, but its comfortable fit and allowance of range of motion made it perfect for what he was about to do. He had gotten the route from Verona's scribe and now he was near the back of the keep peering through the bushes. The guards talked in the dim of the days twilight; but they also at this time were lax and unaware.
"I'd so get into that little messenger they brought back as a captive." One of the wolf guards said.
"I know I'd fuck her until the break of dawn too." The other wolf responded.
"Think we'll get a turn?" the first one asked.
"Nah, Felix will probably rape her then kill her out of spite of that Verona bitch." The second responded. "Who knows what other depraved things he may do, like make a rug out of her skin or something."
Fletcher had heard enough, he quietly pulled two arrows from his quiver and stuck one in the ground; he then nocked the second one on his bowstring. He took aim carefully his fingers ready to reflexively kill as he was trained to do. He aimed for the one that was mostly facing towards his hiding spot and with a flawless aim the arrow sailed through the air and struck the guard right through the throat.
The other guard was so stunned that he hesitated; he watched his fellow guardsman try to scream as he fell dying, by that time Fletcher was already releasing his next arrow and the second guard caught it in the back of his neck, the arrow head coming clean out of the front of his throat. He fell forward as Fletcher rushed out to the two bodies on the ground.
The next part of Fletcher's plan was less than easy; he used a simple grappling hook and rope to scale partially up the side of the keep. He then worked his way around it till he found a spot where there was scarce security. He took note of everything he saw, crates of supplies, barrels, riding lizards, and guards. All of it was taken into account to plot his escape with Kathleen.
He ducked back into the shadows of the wall as a guard came by. Luckily the guard was tired and completely missed spotting him; Fletcher deduced that Felix must drive them mercilessly and thus they might feel a little lax without the taskmaster at their backs. He had to carefully sneak his way down into the lower levels of the keep in order to find Kathleen.
He used archways and niches to hide as he made his way deeper into the keep. Getting in might be challenge, but getting out might be nearly impossible. Fletcher decided that in times like this it was best to prepare for the worse and hope for the best. He finally reached a staircase leading down and he knew that at this point there was going to be no way to avoid a confrontation.
He drew his long sword and made his way down; of course as he was heading down a guard turned the bend of the staircase, but did not have time to shout or draw a weapon and Fletcher stabbed him through the heart covering the guards mouth to muffle any sounds. He let the guard crumple to the floor and the continued on his way down.
Fletcher reached a door with a large metal ring. He grasped the ring and pulled as slowly as he could; the door cracked open and Fletcher peeked inside and saw rows of cells lining the walls, but at the other end was an archway. Then there came the sound of a female screaming and the sound of clothes being ripped. Fletcher opened the door all the way and dashed down the corridor to the archway.
"Hey! Lord Felix said that he was going to fuck her first." Came a voice and Fletcher came to a halt and leaned against the archway and peeked inside.
"Fuck that! He's a greedy prick, while he's gone he'll never know anyways." replied another voice.
Fletcher could now see that there were two of them, standing there, both wolf guards had their backs turned to him. He could see they had Kathleen chained with her arms over her head, one of the guards held what was left of the tattered front of her dress in one hand. Kathleen struggled as the first guard threw down the cloth in his hands and began to undo the front of his pants for his foul deed.
Fletcher had no time to draw his bow, he dashed into the chamber and charged with his long sword; with precision he impaled the undressing guard in the back. His sword tip came through the front of his chest and Fletcher pulled his sword out and spun around parrying a blow from the second guard who had managed to pull his blade.
Fletcher stepped to the side sizing up his opponent, the advantage was his though; it would be hard for anyone to hear the commotion down in the dungeon. Fletcher attacked the guard over and over as the guard shouted alarm, but all the noise was of no use. The Fletcher stuck the guard with a glancing blow to the arm and the guard dropped his sword and Fletcher brought his sword to bear down on the guards head.
Fletcher struck the guard twice more before he searched both the bodies for a set of keys. Sure enough he found the key ring and after a few different tries he found the key that unlocked Kathleen's cuffs. Kathleen fell into his arms and embraced him tightly crying. Fletcher felt pity for her, she almost would have been victimized again if he had arrived a few minutes later.
He grabbed one of the guards tunics and put it over Kathleen to try and help cover her up a bit; then he plotted their escape. He went through the cells trying to find any prisoners that could fight, but alas Felix did not keep many prisoners alive. So Fletcher moved to his next plan, he started a fire; he grabbed a torch and in the back corner of the dungeon he set some straw and cloth ablaze and hoped that he could spread it a bit more.
Guarding Kathleen, Fletcher then went up the staircase with her in close pursuit. When he got to the top of the stairs he held the torch to a nearby tapestry. Then he tossed the torch into a bale of hay before he proceeded to make his way out with Kathleen in tow. Shouts were heard and guards started rushing for the blaze. Fletcher was luckier than he expected, the bales of hay were set right next to barrels of lamp oil which now started a blaze of gargantuan proportions.
Both he and Kathleen made their getaway without so much as an arrow being shot in their direction. As they left for the path that he had used to get to the keep, Fletcher prayed that Verona and her forces were holding out.
Verona's guards were putting up a good fight, but it was a nearly impossible task to keep Felix's soldiers out of the keep. Once in the keep, Verona and Kor fled down to the slave pens where it would be the most secure. Kor held the sword at the ready preparing to strike down any enemy that came near Verona and he.
The conglomerate of guards and slaves were gathered now in the barricaded slave pens and prepared for an assault. Verona's guards rushed into the fray as the soldiers burst through the doors, a melee ensued and through the frantic battle came Felix, with sword draw and malice in his eyes.
"Now you little slave bitch, everything you own will be rightfully mine." Felix said as five of his soldiers ran to his side.
"Remove is head!" Felix shouted pointing to Kor. The soldiers charged and Kor steadied himself, He swung the sword mightily and the first of the wolf soldiers tried to parry the strike. Kor's greatsword smashed right through his foe's blade and collided with flesh and fur; the sickening sound of bones shattering was heard as not only did the sword take out the one soldier, but took out all five knocking the remaining four off their feet.
Kor advanced, swing down with his sword he killed another soldier; the remaining foes got to their feet and backed up to try and flank him. One of the wolf soldiers lunged and Kor intercepted the blade with his own sword; determined to protect Verona from them. Kor parried another strike from a different soldier and returned a counter attack forcing that soldier hastily evade.
The other two then sprang at him, but Kor had used his position to his advantage as he instead bent low and then used his large horns to gore both soldiers in mid-stride. Then Kor felt something bite into his leg, the remaining soldier had dug his blade edge an inch deep into Kor's thigh. The soldier was raising his sword for another strike, but the back of Kor's hand interrupted the next attack as the soldier went crashing back into a wall.
Kor then felt a stabbing pain in his back as Felix rushed in from behind and drove his sword halfway into Kor's lower torso. Kor swiped with his sword , but Felix rolled out of the way pulling his sword from Kor with blood dripping from the blade. Kor staggered and groaned as he stumbled down to one knee and reached behind. One of his kidney's would never function again and the pain was beyond anything he'd felt before.
"You're Mistress whore will die screaming, I'm going to ravage her again and again while you watch." Felix hissed. Kor rushed at him swinging his great sword making gouges in the floor as he attempted to strike down his foe.
"She and you will die after! You will be helpless knowing you could not protect her!" Felix lunged forth with startling speed as he stuck Kor in his injured leg, then rolled to the side stabbing Kor's other leg. Kor howled as he desperately tried to counter attack and missed as Felix stabbed Kor's left shoulder, like a bull fighter jabbing sword after sword into a charging buck.
Kor tried swinging his sword again, but Felix cruelly twisted his blade and Kor dropped his weapon. Kor was bleeding badly already his fur was matted with blood from numerous wound, and each time Kor tried to move Felix would stab him again in a different place. Finally Kor dropped on the floor and lay there breathing heavily.
Verona was agape in horror as she watched Kor try again valiantly to get up and Felix stabbed Kor again. Then Felix looked to Verona with an evil glare and began advancing towards her. Kor could barely move as his blood pooled under him on the floor, but he somehow found the strength to grab a hold of Felix's leg. The tiger looked down and raised his sword to amputate the annoying hand around his ankle.
Kor rolled over using his own weight as momentum and in mid-roll released his grasp on Felix. He sent the tiger tumbling head over heels into a wall and Felix got up seething, he advanced towards Kor who had managed to drag himself to Verona and attempted to shield her until his final breath.
"Why you..." Felix began but did not get to finish his sentence as he felt a sudden jolt. A sword tip protruded from Felix's chest and from behind him came the voice of Fletcher.
"Your insurrection is finished..." Fletcher said as Kathleen leaned against him for protection. The wolf pulled his sword from Felix as the tiger dropped to the floor with his eyes glazing over and with a shudder, Felix drew his final breath. Verona cradled Kor's head looked to Kathleen.
"Call the surgeon! Quick!" Verona said with tears starting in her eyes; Kathleen nodded and ran off. Fletcher knelt down next to Kor and tore some of his clothes and started to create makeshift bandages.
Verona stood outside the tall wooden and metal bound doors with her arms hugged to her midsection; Fletcher and Kathleen stood behind her concerned. The surgeon had been in there with Kor for nearly five hours and Kor had been in pretty bad shape when they moved him to the infirmary. The door creaked open and the surgeon came out wiping blood off onto his apron as he sighed.
Verona waited for the surgeon to speak, but the cat just stood there without saying a single word. Verona tried to keep her composure, but she already felt tears starting to well in her eyes. After three minutes, but what seemed like an eternity the surgeon finally lowered his head and spoke.
"You can see him now, but he needs rest." The surgeon said and walked off leaving Verona standing there indecisive of what to do. Verona finally got the courage to walk to the door and open it. In the small infirmary was a few bed, one of them currently occupied by a bandaged and sleeping Kor.
Verona cautiously walked up and watched as the bull's chest rose and fell with each ragged breath. She stood there for a while just hoping that he might open his eyes and say something to her; instead he slept and she quietly pulled up a chair next to his bed. She lay her head next to his and to her surprise she almost fell instantly asleep.
"Greetings Mistress." Came a soft, deep, and hoarse voice.
Verona did not know how long she had been asleep, but she was glad to hear Kor's voice and she quickly shook the cobwebs of sleep off and sat up looking to him. He gave a weak smile to her even though he looked hardly happy at the moment. Verona did not hesitate to hug him crying.
The winter was cold, but at least Verona was warm; Kor lay next to her sleeping, his body was horribly scarred, but that did not make Verona's feelings for him any different. Kor had recovered, but the surgeon said that he would never quite be the same ever again. Kor still trained with Fletcher, but Kor's reflexes were not as sharp and he ran out of breath much quicker. Since the incident Kor had become a much more accomplished bodyguard, much wiser and watchful than before.
Fletcher and Kathleen had married and now lived in the keep; even then Kathleen still served as Verona's messenger and Fletcher was always the protective husband, accompanied her wherever she went. Verona looked towards the window and the sun rising; it would be one more day that Kor would be her slave; one more day till she would call him husband. She smiled and snuggled up to him gently; life was too short to settle on the past.
~Fin~