FSE

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Chapter 21

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Kassandra

I was nearly home. I could already feel the welcoming sensation of sleep pulling on my eyes. It had been a long tiring day. Both emotionally and physically. I had been following Laguna around as he desperately tried to find Malakye. Okay... while we both desperately looked for him. I wanted to see him as much as he did. But after hours of searching we didn't come close to finding him. That drake... Jovani. I bet he was lying about Malakye not being home. If he wasn't there where else could he have been? No one had seen him.

All we knew was that at some point he would make an appearance at the dojo to fight Aceh.. Now that would be a fight I'd like to see! Maybe that stuck up tiger would get taught a lesson! I sighed loudly and pushed those thoughts from my mind as I push aside the curtain that marks the entrance to my home.

My body ached, my stomach stabbed me in hunger and I just wanted to sleep. I had nothing in to eat. I hadn't time to go shopping with all the searching. Normally Laguna takes me for a meal... but never mind. I'll get him to buy me breakfast in the morning. I'll just head to bed and...

I stopped mid-step, half way to my bedroom. A chill ran down my spine as I realised something is wrong. The room wasn't pitch black. There was a lit candle on the side. Someone had been here! I drew my sword from it's scabbard and ready myself, listening for any sound of an intruder.

"You can put that away."

That voice! It couldn't be! There. In the corner furthest from the entrance I could see someone standing there. My heart pounded in my chest and all thoughts about defending myself slip from my mind. I gripped my sword nervously; more as a comfort than out of fear. I needed to confirm the identity to my mysterious intruder. But I was already certain about who it was. It could only be him.

He stepped forward, into the light where I could finally see him.

"Hello Kassandra."

I gasped in shock and elation. My sword clattered loudly against the hard floor. It was really him! I didn't know how to react. He stepped forward and took the candle from my paw. I didn't resist. I just watched as he walked calmly over to the fire-pit. The flame from the candle floated into his paw, grew larger and with a wave of his paw it floated down to the kindling that waited to be lit. It took quickly and the room was flooded with warming light within moments.

He turned round to face me, silhouetted by the light of the fire behind him, but I could still make out those bright emerald green eyes staring out at me. They were intense, his gaze made my stomach flutter. I felt my knees go weak and I leaned against the wall to stop myself from falling.

"You... you're here!" I gasped.

"I was waiting for you." He said calmly as he took several steps towards me. "I thought you would have been home sooner."

"I... We were looking for you." I say. "Laguna." I clarify. "He really missed you!"

He didn't say anything. He just stared at me with that intense gaze. My stomach still fluttered nervously but my knees had regained their strength and I could stand without needing the wall to help me balance. Now he was close, uncomfortably close, and he stared down at me with intent. The discomfort had now replaced my nervousness and shock, and suddenly the discomfort was replaced by anger.

I slapped him. Hard.

I didn't know why I did that. It just happened. And then to my surprise I slapped him again. He took the two slaps and didn't even flinch. He just kept staring down at me. I was angry. Angry at him. I started hitting him, using my arms to club his chest, over and over and over again. Even when my arms ached I kept going. My blood boiling in my veins as I tried to vent my frustration. I broke down into tears. I pressed my forehead into his chest and sobbed, still making a futile attempt to hurt him with my fists. All the energy drained from me, all the aggression poured out as if someone had just burst the dam that had held that anger within me. All of it washed away in a matter of minutes.

The anger hadn't been Malakye's fault. Not all of it. I knew that it was the repressed emotions I hadn't been able to express. A lot of it relating to grandfathers death, some of it from Malakye's supposed death. Also the frustration of day to day stress from trying to live from one day to the next. But most of it was the anger I held against myself. Anger at my own weakness and insecurities. Malakye's sudden return had brought some of those emotions to the surface, and when they did they had dragged everything else up with them. I had been too distracted to control them and as a result he had suffered the brunt of my repressed anger.

As the last few strands of rage fell away from me, as if they left my body through my tears, I felt his arms wrap around me. He hadn't attempted to comfort me, defend himself, or in anyway distance himself. He had just stood there like a rock. A rock for me to use to vent my anger, to use as support. Now that it was over was he attempting to comfort me? I looked up, through my blurred tear filled vision, into his eyes. Those intense green eyes stared down at me not in pity, or anger or amusement. His paw caressed the side of my muzzle, it was nice.

I leaned into his touch, yearned for it. I hadn't realised just how nice it was to have him this close to me. The warmth of his body, how comforted the strength that coursed through him made me feel. It made me feel safe. Why had I ever tried to distance myself from him. Like everyone I kept him at arms length, if not further.

"Why did you come back?" I ask in a croaked voice. "Why did you come to see me?"

I asked those questions hoping to hear one response. Silently praying to what ever deity could bring my hopes to reality. I wanted him. He was the first male I ever wanted. And now I wanted him to want me.

"I had unfinished business here." His words were cold and not those I hoped to hear. His words felt like a stab of ice to my heart. "Because I was worried about you." A flutter of hope in my heart.

"You were worried?"

"You act tough, like your above everyone else, like you don't need anyone or anything! You hide your weakness. Yu'zulu!" That last phrase was foreign, but sounded familiar to me.

Grandfather used to say random phrases like that, the Erythean noble tongue. He said it with such fluency and intent that it was obviously not some stutter or mispronunciation. I had lost much of my knowledge of my mother tongue since Grandfather and I fled our homeland over a decade ago.

He shoved me hard so that I collided with a wooden chest where I stored my weapons and armour. He gripped my throat and stared into my eyes with an intensity that demanded my attention. I couldn't tell what the emotion that burned within them was. I felt scared.

"I'm going to do something I should have done a long time ago! Sa'taldun!" He growled lustfully. There was no mistaking the tone with which he spoke those words.

His words sent a shiver of fear and excitement through my body. Secretly this is what I had always wanted. I had lusted after him but had always scorned him and insulted him, unable to tell him my true feelings. I had regretted not telling him, and when had supposedly died I had given up on ever finding someone. But now I had a second chance, only his paw on my throat made it impossible for me to speak. But deep down part of me wanted him to take like this, to claim me. I didn't care how or why! I just wanted this! Even if I couldn't speak I would at least show him how I felt about him! I pushed against his grip on my throat and pressed my muzzle to his and kissed him clumsily. He kissed me back; forcefully.

The moment I kissed him I knew beyond any doubt that this is what I wanted. My body felt so hot! It was stifling! My sex burned with need, the heat coursed through my body, my body needed to feel his touch against my scales. It was almost unbearable! I needed to get out of my armour!

Almost as if he knew my desire his paws began working on the straps that held my armour in place. I pulled away from him and hurriedly worked on the other straps that held me within this thick leather prison. In moments the armour became loose and I pulled it from my body.

He grabbed me. I didn't resist. He spun me round and pushed me down so I was leant over the wooden chest. He tore what little clothing that covered my modesty from my body with a single tug. I felt him press against me. His erection rubbed against my sex and as he pushed forward, his erection ran along my belly.

He was huge! I suddenly felt nervous. I reached down with one paw, using the other to brace myself against the chest. His flesh was hot to the touch. It was not only long, but it was thick! I could feel the defined ridges along its length. The flesh was hot and slick, it pulsed in my paw. He moaned gently at my touch and when I felt his paws grab my hips I knew what was coming.

It was going to be rough. It was going to hurt. It was going to be uncomfortable. But in the end I still wanted this. I wanted him. I needed him! If it meant that I could have him then I would endure the pain.

This was not an act of love, or passion. It was an act of need. We both needed this. He wasn't apologetic. He had nothing to be sorry about. We both needed this. We both wanted this.

As he pushed the first couple of inches inside me I gasped. His spear of flesh spread me wide. A combination of discomfort and pleasure ran through me. A moment later he pushed forward again. I cried out. It was involuntary. It was painful.

I felt so full! The heat from his organ was almost burning. It felt so good! I tried to push back into it but his paws held my hips in place. My tail was wrapped round his right arm. He pushed further into me. It felt like I was going to burst. He was so deep inside, he had spread me so wide... I couldn't take anymore. There was no way that he could fit fully inside me.

He seemed to understand this and began to pull out, only to ram himself back inside a moment later. The thrust was hard, sore, and it forced the air from my lungs. He continued to fuck me this way. But he never tried to push any deeper. I was relieved for his consideration and yet sad that I could not take him completely.

Time seemed to disappear, lost among the repetitive thrusts and mind numbing pleasure. He thrust into me over, and over and over. I don't know how long he fucked me for, it could have been minutes or hours, I just focused on the feeling of fullness and tingling numbness which had replaced nearly all the pain. But there was the feeling of warmth building inside my belly. It was building more and more, threatening to spill over like pouring hot water into a cup after it was already full. Moments later the heat that had been building in my belly suddenly flooded my body. I cried out as an intense wave of pleasure followed the heat, and just kept building! It lasted... I have no idea how long for, all I know was that I felt exhausted from it. It had been incredibly draining, but oh-so delightful.

Malakye now leaned over me, his thrusts now having stopped, his breath heavy and hot on my back. I could feel a cool slickness slowly oozing down my inner thighs. He had cum inside me. He was still hard though! Something told me that this wasn't going to be a one time thing. I smiled at the promise of that.

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"Mmph..." I groaned as a pleasant stiffness held me down as I slowly roused from my sleep.

I had such a wonderful dream. Only... it hadn't been a dream. My drowsiness faded and I sat upright in my bed. I was alone, but there was a flickering light of a fire coming from the main room. I stood up and realised that I was naked. The cold slickness between my legs confirmed that my dream had been more than just a dream.

I grabbed my robe and quickly put it on and hurried through the curtain into the main room. As I hoped he was there. He was sat by the fire, stirring a pot of something that smelt amazing! My stomach rumbled and he looked up at me and gave me a half smile.

I felt myself blush as I looked at him. He sat there naked, unashamed of his nudity. The light from the fire flickered across his scales, showing off his muscled physique. His pectorals were incredibly defined, as were his abs as they jutted out from under his scales. I felt my sex begin to warm just looking at him. I had never seen him like this before, or perhaps I just never looked at him like this before.

I sat down near him, close to him but not right up next to him. I didn't want to seem needy, but I wanted to be close to him. I looked to my right, over by the wooden chest where he had stripped me down and taken me for the first time. My armour and what remained of our clothes still lay scattered across the floor.

After he had taken me there we had moved into the bedroom. I had no idea sex could be like that, I just couldn't get enough and he was practically insatiable. I had never even made myself feel like that, anytime I had even thought about pleasuring myself in the past I felt disgusted, memories of my past rapes always ruined any mood I may have had. The thought of sleeping with other males had disgusted me! Why was it different with him?

"Sleep well?" He asked.

"Yes." I said sheepishly. "Did you?"

"I don't sleep." He replied with a tone that made it seem that the fact was obvious.

"What?!"

He looked at me with mild annoyance. "I have trouble sleeping." He sighed, obviously hoping that that answer would satisfy my curiosity.

"My grandfather had some tonics to help with sleep." I say eagerly. I had helped him make them on many occasions. "I could make you some." I suggested. Eager to try and help him.

"Sleeping tonics don't help with the nightmares." He said bluntly. "All they do is make it difficult to wake up."

"Oh... but you have to sleep sometime!"

"I meditate." He sighed. "Not as restful as sleep, but I don't suffer from nightmares."

"I see. Sounds rough."

"You look good in that robe." He smiled at me, obviously trying to change the topic. "Very sexy. Makes you look extremely fuckable!"

"Why did you come to see me?" I asked, suddenly wanting answers and trying to ignore my bodies desire for him to fuck me again. "You could have gone to see anyone but you came to see me. Why?"

"Hmmm?" He grinned at me. I felt very subconscious and was silently berating myself for asking that question when I should just be enjoying the fact that he was here with me. "I suppose I wanted to check up on you."

"Check up on me?" I wasn't sure if I should be flattered that he had worried for me or insulted that he had just come here to treat me like a cub. Not that he had treated me like some cub! The tingling numbness in my sex reminded me of that.

"It's complicated." He said. He paused to lift the wooden spoon he had stirred the soup with to his maw and tasted it. "Not bad."

He offered the spoon to me to taste. I leaned forward and took a taste. It was good. Flavourful and maw watering. The combination of vegetables, meat and seasoning was perfect! He was a far better cook than I was.

"That's amazing!" I exclaimed. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"I'm not a bad cook." He smirked. "But I didn't make this. I'm just reheating it."

"Then who...?"

"Harold." He replied quickly. "He's the cook in the Anaris house."

"So you left to go get this?" I asked.

"Don't be stupid." He scoffed. "I brought this with me yesterday. We just got caught up doing other stuff." He gave me a cocky grin. "Speaking of which..."

I laughed at what he was proposing. I was still a little sore and yet... I wanted it too.

"I suppose breakfast can wait a little bit." I smirked.

"Yeah. I think it can too!"

He crawled atop of me, I simply laid back on the thin rugs as he did. I didn't resist. I let him take the lead. Slightly annoyed at my own lack of sexual skills, but happy that he was willing to take control and pleasure me as much as he had.

He nibbled on my neck, his paw peeled apart my robe, and in response I wrapped my legs round his waist. He seemed to like that, and I liked having some amount of control, even though it wasn't much. I could smell his arousal and a moment later feel it's warmth and impressive size press against my belly scales.

"Hey Kassandra I thought we could try looking..."

I felt my blood run cold as my head snapped towards the doorway at the sound of the familiar voice. My heart hammered in my chest and I felt embarrassment and guilt was over the surprise. I had forgotten that Laguna was going to come round this morning, and now there he was staring at us in a compromising situation.

"Za'nai!" Malakye cursed under his breath.

He turned his head to look at the intruder. He didn't seem embarrassed to be caught like this, more annoyed that we'd been interrupted. I rolled out from under Malakye, using him as a shield to block Laguna's sight of me while I did up my robe.

"Malakye..." Laguna muttered in disbelief. "You're... really here."

"Don't you knock?" The tone of annoyance was thick and unmistakeable.

I could understand Malakye's annoyance, but his tone was cold and harsh. He was different to how he was a few moments ago. But knowing Laguna as well as I did I knew he would push any hurt feelings aside in a few moments and be totally focused on the fact that Malakye was in front of him.

"You knew!" Laguna snarled accusingly at me.

I was taken aback at the sudden aggression at me.

"How the hell did I know!?" I snapped back defensively. "He was waiting here for me when I got home last night!"

"I need to get going!" Malakye said suddenly. He got up and walked over to recover his pants from the floor near the wooden chest.

"But..." Laguna spluttered as Malakye leaned over and picked up a pair of pants that stopped at his knee. Like myself Laguna was surprised at the sudden attempt to leave because of his presence. "Why?!?"

"I have to prepare for the fight."

"Fight? What fight?" I asked.

"I've challenged Aceh."

I suddenly remembered that Aceh had mentioned that Malakye had challenged him when we stopped by the dojo looking for him yesterday.

"Why would you do that? Isn't he your friend? Your Master?" Laguna asked.

"He 'was' my Master." Malakye snapped back bluntly. "And if we're still friends... I'll find out after."

"This isn't making any sense!" Laguna muttered. "Why are you challenging him?"

"It's not your concern!"

"I think it is!" Laguna stated defiantly, with a tone of aggressive authority that I'd never heard from him before. It apparently took Malakye by surprise since he stopped what he was doing in response. "I've not seen you for over two winters! I thought you were dead, we all did! We grieved for you. Shed tears for you! Master Aceh helped me through that time, we grieved for you together!"

"Laguna." I called his name in attempt to calm him down. His tone had lost the authority he had had moments before and was now just emotional. The words he had spoken had started to break as he tried to stop himself from breaking down.

"I don't know where you've been all this time, or what you've been doing!" He paused and choked back a sob. "But now you've returned... all you seem to be doing is attacking your friends! We want to reconnect but you are keeping everyone at arms length... except for Kassandra it seems." I feel a stab of hurt at the tone of betrayal I hear in that statement. "All I want is talk, to be your friend. Help if I can... but your just running away!"

Malakye let out a loud sigh.

"You're right." He growled. "I'm here for a reason... but I can't allow myself to grow too attached."

"Why?" He was now pleading with Malakye, begging him for an answer.

"I have my reasons." He said coldly. "I don't want to hurt you!" His gaze moved to me. "What happened last night... I didn't plan for that. But I don't regret it."

I didn't regret it either... but I wasn't simply going to let him walk out of my life again!

"You're leaving?!" It was my turn to sound pathetic and weak. It had meant to sound more angry that it had.

"I have to."

"Will you come back?" Laguna asked before I could speak.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? What the hell does that mean!?" Laguna yelled as he uncharacteristically lost his temper.

"It's a long story." Malakye sighed. "If you want to hear it then you can hear it tomorrow. When I tell my father."

"Why can't you tell us now?" Laguna snapped.

"Because I don't like to repeat myself!" Malakye growled. "If you promise not to ask me any more questions till then... then I'll stay!" He motioned at the pot of soup that was simmering over the fire-pit.

I placed my paw on Laguna's shoulder and squeezed it. He looked me in the eye and he seemed to understand. If we wanted Malakye to stay then we were going to need to give him a reason to stay. We couldn't risk driving him away right now. We nodded solemnly. He seemed relieved. We all sat round the fire in silence, neither of us wanted to say anything to provoke Malakye, while he was happy for it to continue.

Once we'd finished eating I hurried off to get dressed. I grabbed the first loincloth and top I could find and got dressed as quickly as I could. I needed a bath, but I didn't have time for such luxuries. Malakye was already heading for the door when I emerged from the bedroom.

"I'm coming with you!" I exclaimed.

"Me too!" Laguna announced.

"Why?"

"I'm not letting you out of my sight until I find out what happened to you!" Laguna replied with conviction and determination.

"Neither am I!" I added. "You don't want us to ask questions... fine. But don't think we're going to let you leave without answering any!"

He was silent for a few moments as he was obviously considering the situation.

"Don't get in my way!"