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Chapter 2

The Wedding

It was evening now, Shin-En still manages his rather hard training, kept up most the day, now he was finally starting to tire. Yet he knew to push himself, and oddly enough while he was training a small crowd had gathered to watch him, including Sera and Clays, both are amazed at his dexterity, speed and skill. Yet Shin-En himself didn't know just where they came from. It had to be his instinct that lead him through each movement, each snap decision.

After another hour he finally completes his days training, and already felt a little more confident about his abilities. He decides to make use of the massive underground cavern in the center of the underground city. Trudging to it didn't take all too long, and once he was there, he stripped out of his dirty clothing. He looks around the Cavern, massive, stalagmites and stalactites all around, the only source of light are some wavering torches. The water caught the light, and casts it in a caustic display on the roof, causing a blue shimmering faint display. He smiles and slips down into the water, beginning to rinse water through his fur. It took about thirty minutes; he rinses out his hair, which is long now, all the way down to his shoulder blades, and black. He wanted to make sure his hair is greaseless. In which he pretty much succeeds in doing, as well as removing the dirt and dust.

After that, he climbs out and settles down on a dry rock, letting the air dry out his fur, he is lying down, eyes closed. Sure it was cool, but he enjoyed it.

He was gently shaken awake by Sera; he blinks the grogginess out of his eyes and glances over to his right, to see Sera crouching by his side in robes, and a bandana tying her hair back out of her face. He glances down at his nude form and blushes, and then quickly looks around for Clays, and almost as if she read his mind.

"No silly Clays isn't here, and he would not care if I look at you're nude form. Now if you were popping wood or I was doing something to you, then he would care."

Shin-En sits back a little and closes his eyes again for a moment to let that pang of nervousness fade from him. She giggles as she watches him.

"So what's up?"

He asks, voice calm, gentle as usual.

She could again just melt from that voice of his, but of course she had to stay true to Clays, yet it was so very hard, she glanced over his nude form for a moment, eyes lingering on his sheath for a few more moments than necessary, a nice, thick full sheath. She looks back to him, eyes meeting his, hoping he could not tell she was flustered. She exhales slowly to gain her composer.

"Well, its morning, I wanted to see if you were alright, I checked up at your hut, you were not there so I checked here. Obviously I found you."

Oh dear, it was in her voice as well, her arousal dripping into her voice.

Shin-En inwardly smirks, oh he had her on a hook, but it's a hook he would not press any further.

"There is something big going on, the Sultans Daughter is getting married today from what I understand. We should just go and see, so you can get a clearer view of the man. Of course you won't be able to talk. But that's not something you should be doing there, I can get you some new clothing. A lot of the vendors will provide for the cause, and well you're nude, so I am sure they would provide for you."

Just the way he gave her the full brunt of his attention, it was like an ant under a magnifying glass with the sun focused in. Why did he have this effect on her? Normally men didn't get to her like Shin-En did. She wanted to actually slide his cock inside of her depths, which were now starting to drool at such a prospect, she considered asking him, but first breaking it off with Clays, god this was getting hard to deal with, she is actually panting now, which Shin-En easily picks up on. He keeps silent for the moment, trying to figure out a way around this situation. He refuses to allow her to cheat on Clays. He glances to the water, her body would need to be cooled it seems, but before he could do much of anything, she moves quickly, straddling his hips. He blinks and watches, paralyzed, she grabs his wrists, he would do nothing to her, only because he could easily harm her, his mind spinning, now so unsure what to do. This was not him; he didn't harm those who didn't deserve it.

"Don't you two ever do anything like this? I mean..."

He was unsure what to do. He feels her grip tighten around his wrists, and the worst part is. He is becoming aroused by the whole situation. His tip appearing first, then the rest of his shaft, not too long, but nice and thick, it looks as if it could easily fill a pussy. Might even stretch it a little, its tapered tip smooth as with the rest of it, and it is a soft red, throbbing a little from his building arousal.

"N-No, he could not keep me happy; he believes sex isn't the right thing to do."

Shin-En could always tell the way she looks to him, how much she wants to kiss him, feel him inside of her.

She quickly squirms out of her robes and tosses them aside, near the edge of the water, a little bit fell in, soaking the bit inside the water. He looks to her pussy, now inches from his beating cock. It was wet, he could tell, very wet, enough to be leaking small drops that strand as they fall from her pussy. He could feel the drops hitting his ball sack. He pants out and shifts his weight; she raises herself up a little, lowering a hand to press the palm to the top of his cock, along the base, the bottom of her hand just touching the start of his cock tip. With this she presses down, pressing the tip right up against her hot folds, he almost creams himself right then, but has much better control over that than he thought. She works the tip down, it was just ever so slightly pressing between the folds, then it finds her entrance, she pushes down a little once, the head gives some resistance, due to it being dry. She lifts herself up again and pushes down slowly, coating the tip which then pops into her. She arcs her back and has a mini orgasm, crying out a little. Then she felt the start of his shaft at her entrance, she was tight, and his shaft, thick. She begins to work her hips side to side, to try and begin to work the start of his shaft inside of her, her pussy leaking her juices down his lengths. She leans forward slowly, placing her hands on his chest and curling her fingers through his thick fur. She tries to bare her hips down hard, wanting all of him inside of her, but could not manage it for the moment, even with how lubed up his cock is. She lets out a soft moan; this was almost too much for her. She continues to work her hips around, his cock moving around with each slight movement of her hips. She shudders and bears down again, her lust and need almost too much, gripping his chest fur and letting slip a slight moan. Even in her lust laden mind an idea forms, she collects a lot of her juices near the top. She then slowly coats the rest of his shaft, he is panting even more so at this time. She coats along the very base when she finishes coating what is not inside of her, which admittedly is just the head and the very start of his shaft. She begins to slowly jerk her hips forward then relaxes, jerking again. He is squirming at this point. Slowly she is able to sink him halfway in, her body tremors with another mini orgasm. It was getting harder and harder to control her lust and desire for more of it. She pants out, leans forward a bit more and pushes down hard, it took a moment but finally he is hilted into her depths. She grips his fur hard; he moans out loudly and bucks up against her. Finally he was inside of her, he wasn't sure this was ever going to happen. Because of the fact his cock is now coated in her juices it made things easy now, nice and slick. She didn't want to lift her hips up just yet, she instead rocks her hips forward, causing his cock to shift inside of her, he almost cums right then and there, this was almost too much for him. She holds it right there and tightens her walls around his cock, he squirms and grips her hips tightly. She grins down at him and looks into his eyes, she then let's go of his fur and takes his hands in hers, entwining his fingers with hers. He halfway opens his muzzle and then she slowly rocks back, then begins to slowly rock back and forth on his cock, he pants and gives a whole body shudder as she does this. She was actually almost to a full orgasm, moaning out softly with each breath, she tightens her grip on his hands, and he tightens in return. She then begins to slowly gyrate her hips, wanting desperately to feel his hot sticky seed pumped inside of her. But then, her thoughts drift, was this the beginning of her heat, why she was wanting this so desperately? It's hard to tell, but as she gyrates she comes to realize it's because of her heat, and because she wanted this badly. Not just from the heat, but also with this realization she knew she could also get pregnant if he cums inside of her. Yet her body would just not release him, no matter how many times she fights and pleads in her mind for it to so. Her hips only rock and gyrate faster, keeping him buried deep inside of her when he finally does cum, and gods does it feel good.

Shin-en at this point is bucking against her, only driving his throbbing cock in deeper. He begins to spurts precum into depths, she quivers, she was new to all of this, and actually she never had once in her life had sex before, until now. So this was all a new experience to her, the precum coats her walls, it felt warm, different bit very good. She squeezes his hard lengths with her muscles, which causes him to twitch a little, oh so close to his own release. She reverses the direction of her gyrations, causing her to pant; she bears down harder to push him a little deeper, unable to pull herself off of him, not wanting to be pregnant. But not wanting to miss him flooding her pussy with his hot seed. He reaches up and grabs both her breasts, pinching her nipples. She pants out rather loudly and squirms a little on top of him. She was actually nearing another orgasm, she moans again, this timer louder, which reverberates around the cavern. He continues to knead and pinch her nipples and breasts, his body beginning to quiver a little, the pressure of release starting to build rather rapidly. His knot is starting to swell, his body gives a little squirm and buck, and he is right on edge. She at this point is screaming out his name as she rides out through another orgasm, this time it was longer than any usually orgasm as she rides through it.

"Sh... Shin-En n... no"

She moans out loudly as she could feel the knot forming inside of her, locking her tightly on him, she could no longer pull off of him. Now it was going to happen and there wasn't much she could do. But still she didn't want him to cum inside of her.

"Shin-En, mmn please no, don't cum in me, I'm... ahh... not ready for children... mnn yet..."

She attempts to pull off of him but the knot stops her, she then dips her head down, mouth open, if this is what is to happen she would go for it.

"Sera... oooh sorry..."

He moans out loudly as he bucks hard into her several times, cramming her full, jamming his knot further into her depths. She braces herself as she feels his cock throbbing hard. He erupts, filling her pussy full of his hot seed. She howls out in pleasure hitting yet another orgasm, feeling his seed coating and filling her. She quivers and lays down on top of him, holding still while he still spurts inside of her, body finally starting to calm down a little. He pants out loudly and wraps his arms around her torso.

After having finally untied from her after an hour they both wash up. She loans him a spare robe of hers, dressing up in a rather dull black robe that's been around for what seems like years, and they head to the main market area. It didn't take long until he found something rather nice. An assassin's scarf, black with a gem in the middle, Shin-En quickly puts that on along with some baggy black pants that flared a little at the bottom of his legs. He promised the merchants he would pay them back somehow, and they told him to just win them their security and freedom, that will be payment enough. They do a little more shopping and finally call it quits; their mission was soon coming up. He was to do some quick recon and tell Clays what was around the area, how tight the security is where the public wedding is to be held. Shin-En stands atop one of the larger buildings in the area, eyes tracing along the routes, where every guard may be. And today the royal family decided to bring out the Black Glove in plain clothing to the event. They were to crash the wedding and stop it from happening, even if it meant slaughtering the prince that was to wed the Sultans Daughter. Having the two kingdoms join would be a slaughter for those who would not be able to help themselves; there would be more oppression, more rules. And this could not, would not be allowed. The black glove seems to have dwindled a little in number; perhaps those extra members were out on a mission. And... How did he know they were the black glove? A little memory, untouched.

And aside from that, there were the normal soldiers, surrounding a ring around the area. An extravagant set up. Gems lining the stage, many colors glinting in the hot beating sun, there are many flowers lining the area. Shin-En narrows his eyes and then climbs down the building silently. He makes his way back to Clay's and Serena's front and reports to Clay of the news.

"This is no good... I don't know if any of our fighters could fight actual soldiers, let alone the Black Glove. We are going to need to do a mass assault and hopes none of our memories get killed, we can't let this happen."

Shin-En shakes his head and folds his arms across his chest. Clay's voice is distraught.

"No, let one single person take of it, I will take care of the Prince. It's a pity, he is just a pawn but I need to kill him."

Shin-En's voice grows cold as he speaks this, Serena watches him with a rather serious expression on her face. Clays nods slowly.

"One is better than many. But please trust me; something in the back of my mind says I can do this."

Shin-En, speaks adamantly.

"Then it needs to be done now."

Clays' voice has finality to it. And Shin-En nods, turns on heel and slips out the door.

Shin-En darts down alley after alley, when he was on top of that building he had it in mind on where to go in case it came down to this very situation. He has everything mapped out in his mind. He makes a quick turn down another alley, mind whirring; it has been awhile it feels like since he has done anything like this. But why would he have such a sensation unless he did this on a daily basis?

He comes up to the edge of the crowd and silently blends in with the rest of them, as his robes help him do that without an issue. He just stands and watches, waiting for the right moment. The Prince is nowhere to be seen. It seems the wedding was just starting to pick up.

It wasn't long until there was a loud fanfare from three men off three sides of the stage set up in the center. They instruments are similar to Trumpets, but not quite. They ended their fanfare and the Sultan came up on stage from somewhere in the back of the square. He begins his pronunciations, being over dramatic with his motions and words, yet Shin-En could not understand a single word said. So he resigns himself to just being as watchful as possible, the Sultan was still going on for another half hour until finally he stops talking, bows and turns to walk off the stage. The Prince is escorted on stage by two of the Black Glove and stays guarding; something about those two seem familiar.

He is also able to tell by their stance and center of gravity they are well trained, and might put up some of a fight. So he would need to carefully and silently make his way up to the front. He slowly begins to push his way into the crowd, then realization hits him, he has no blade, he would need to kill with just his hands. He needs to be as close as possible; leaping the stage would be no issue. However once he clears the stage he cannot miss the beat, he needs a quick way to kill the Prince and fast. He manages to make his way to the front of the stage, takes a very deep breath and leaps forward. No one seems to notice, and it seems as if everything around him was moving very slowly. He hits the stage and keeps on moving, he can't stop really to ponder about why everyone and everything is moving so slow. It's quick, flashing across the stage and before he knew it, his hand was on the Prince's throat. His finger nails dig in through the flesh, penetrating into his throat, with one sharp tug he quickly pulls away the Prince's throat. Now the two Black Glove show signs of reacting, but their movements, slow, so very slow to him. He backs away from the Prince, letting the piece of throat he was holding onto drop to the stage. One of the Black Glove, a pure black fox is charging at him slowly, slashing forward at him with a knife. He easily backs away out of range as the knife slashes two feet in front of his midsection. The Prince falls to his knees hard. Shin-En backs away from them, pushes through the crowd, they were starting to react as well as he pushes through them, then away down an alley. Everything snaps out to normal speed. He is panting, his heart beat in his ears, and he looks to his one bloody hand, then leans down and wipes it off as best he can in the sand. It felt good, too good.

"Who did this!?"

The Sultans voice cracking as his rage pounds through his temples.

"It was a brown cloaked or robed figure sir. He was a blur, too fast. Niec tried to slash at him, and did see something but the figure was just a little too fast."

The Sultan punches one of his pillows on his seat on the stage. The Princess was neither bothered by it, nor upset, in reality she is relived. That figures saved her from a life of misery to some pig headed man she had no interest in. She stares out to the city, silently asking a question, where is Sierus? She was told he is supposed to dead, yet she didn't believe that line they fed her. He had to be out there somewhere, and someday she was going to find him. She silently sighs and looks down at the Prince's dead body, his open eyes, lifeless. Normally this sort of sight would bother her badly, but since she hated him so much it felt so good. The times he did visit her he would try and have sex with her. The thought always revolted her and she turned him down each and every time. If she was with him, they would have been expected her to have sex with him so she would have been trapped. She then smiles at some memories of Sierus, how they spent time in the court gardens, how tenderly they kissed. She turns away from the dead body and walks over to the Sultan, who is still fuming and throwing a fit. She watches him for a moment.

"I want him dead! I want to see his body nailed to the front of the palace!"

She rolls her eyes and begins to walk off the stage. She recalls back to the moment the cloaked figure struck, now that she is able to think straight, without having the prince up her ass every two seconds. His movements, his decisive strike, could it be him? It shouldn't be him. If it was then he was not smart for staying around unless... is his memory damaged?

She has intricate inner workings about how the mages deal with so called traitors, their memory is usually wiped clean should they escape, and they would be easy to snatch back up. But then why would it be so hard for them to gather Sierus? She giggles to herself a little. He has tenacity, which was one of the things she fell in love with about him. It was smart of him not to show his face. He may not know who he is, but mostly everyone else does, except most of the Freedom Fighters. She slowly hops off the stage and begins to make her way back to the palace.

"Princess, where you going!?"

That was her Father; she sighs and shakes her head, turning around to face him.

"Away from here, I'm going back to sit by the garden."

He nods and lets her go; two of the Black Hand immediately follow her. She glares back at them but they do not falter in step as she trudges back to the Palace. Oh how she wants her true prince...

Shin-En is back at his home, he is already redecorating his house a little. It wasn't much. But he got some eating supplies, a fur rug and three bean bags in which were all set carefully around his room. He flops down on one of them and let's himself unwind. It was all a bit much for him today but he managed. The clothing beneath the robes are just like what he had before his white baggy pants got blood soaked, with a black baggy shirt. He sneezes and then looks up from the bean bag. He blinks a few times then settles back into the bean bag as he ponders over today's actions, and how he was able to perform something so quickly without even really putting much thought into it. His house as others called it, he calls it a room, is starting to look very well maintained and decorated at least to his liking. He hasn't seen Sera at all for the rest of the day; he is assuming she was either off on a mission or just taking time to herself as she has done before. At this point he is pondering getting dinner, so he slips to his feet and stands up in all one smooth motion and heads for his door. He reaches to push it open and then steps out and closes the door behind him and moves off to find something to eat at the market place under ground. The lights of the underground city are numerous, keeping the place constantly lit except at dark time when they shut off all the lights. He manages to find a stand and steps up, the grilling meat enticing him more so, beef, chicken. And luck for him, there wasn't much of a line. He waits for about four minutes and then steps up to the front.

"What do you have?"

Shin-En leans up to the booth a little more, waiting for a response.

"Well, I have some flat bread, I usually wrap up the meat, I have beef and chicken, you can have both in there along with some Kava."

Shin-En nods and motions with a hand.

"That sounds pretty good, please do?"

The Fox in the stand takes some already cooked chicken and beef and adds them over some flat bread. A sauce is then added then the Kava, a leafy vegetable that is put over the meat. Next the fox rolls it all together and adds a paper band around it to keep it closed. He hands it to Shin-En.

"Your part of the Freedom Fighters right?"

Shin-En nods.

"Yeah I am."

The Fox nods and waves his hand at Shin-En.

"Your all set, no worries about payment, what you do for us is payment enough... My young daughter was saved because of you guys."

Shin-En looks to protest, but the look on the older Fox's face was enough to put any protests aside, Shin-En just smiles and graciously takes the food. He begins to make his way back to his home to eat then go and do some more training; he wanted to get his strength back up to where he felt it used to be. But on the way there a vixen in the middle of the isle screaming and crying out.

"He is doing it again! Please someone help me! Someone please!"

Shin-En takes a bite of the meat and Kava roll and sighs for a moment. He makes his way over to the femme and stops before her, she looks up to him with imploring eyes.

"My Daughter... they took my Daughter... The Sultans Red Glove."

The name rang a heavy bell in his mind, for some reason he could remember who they were without the pain. Perhaps a memory they managed not to tie down? The Red Glove were the team that went and took women for the Sultans Harem.

"Were are they?"

Shin-En asks keeping a calm tone so as not to worry the Vixen any more.

"They are headed down the North Street; please you've got to do something!"

Shin-En snaps down the rest of the food, too bad he didn't have the time to savor it, it certainly is good!

He then nods and squats down before her.

"You live down here?"

She nods her head then in a panicked voice...

"We were on the surface; doing some shopping for things they didn't have down here and without warning just snatched her."

Shin-En nods once more and pats her head; she grabs his hand with both her hands and gives his held hand a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you oh so much..."

She was crying then. She then let go of his hand so he can be on his way. He makes his way to his house and places his hand against the door, but upon touching the door something felt wrong. He narrows his eyes and steps back away from the door. Something didn't seem right. He exhales softly and pushes the door open; it was easy to see the two dark foxes standing in the back of his room. Who were they? He wasn't sure but they had the markings of the Shadow Gloves. He narrows his eyes.

"What do you guys want?"

Shin-En's voice soft... Full of danger.

"We finally tracked you, to here actually. It took a bit to subdue you're two friends, but we managed. The bitch feline was given off to the Red Gloves; we'll have this whole place cleaned out soon enough. No one is going to escape us in this matter. The other three Black Glove that are here will make quick work of things."

Shin-En readies himself, and feels how his center of gravity is. He runs over mental checks about his well being and what he could do and then nods to himself. The two Black Glove smirk to each other, that's just how they remember him, so sure of himself, confident. This was their leader at one point before all this went down. Though they knew he would not remember them. And how did they come to the conclusion that the cloaked figure that killed the prince was him? His style was too similar to his, so they did some tracking and ended up here.

Shin-En nods and steps up closer to them.

"Tell me how to get rid of this memory block."

His voice deadly soft, his eyes narrow. It was a tell me now or else situation. They look at each other for a moment and burst out laughing.

"Oh please, even if we did know, we would not tell you anyways. We'd be breaking orders."

Shin-En nods to himself partially and looks to them for a moment, studying them. The mind could be made to forget faces, memories, even things spoken. But it can never be made to forget how a person stands, how they move and how they fight. And the two of them ring bells in his mind, as if he has seen them fight many times before. It's possible, was he a part of the Black Glove at one point?

"I'd like to ask the two of you and the others here to leave; we are only trying to make a life for ourselves."

They stare Shin-En down for a moment then burst out laughing again.

"Sorry Foxy, that's not going to happen, I think we are done talking here."

The one on the left speaks, now deciding to finally make a move.

Shin-En will need to move fast, get rid of this scourge. The one on the right makes a move, dressed in all black form fitting clothes. He darts in, fast, this wasn't good. He wasn't fully healed and didn't have time to train much before this all started. Yet all that instinct is there without him really knowing about it. The Fox moves fast, striking at his head with what appears to be a concealed dagger showing up at the last moment. He is barely able to see it, he steps to the left, lifting his arms, crossing them at the forearms palms facing outward, the strike slide right between the two hands, he is quick enough to direct the strike away from him, he quickly moves off to the right and swivels around on heel, bring a closed fist around to the Fox's exposed rib cage. This wasn't good enough. Its deflected, his hand being redirected. Yet he was able to keep his balance and jumps back quickly. They both stare at each other and begin to circle one another.

"I see you've lost your touch Foxy, it's a bit too late though, for you that is."

The one Fox in black's voice is ice cold.

"There is no way you will remove us."

On cue, one of the underground residents runs by screaming, this bothers Shin-En but he ignores it, his life is on the line. He inhales softly through his nose and calms his nerves and thudding heart. He could already feel the weariness setting in, why could he not access his one power? He feels something dripping down his fingers of his left hand; he narrows his eyes, blood.

The Black fox comes in again, another aim for Shin-En's neck, his throat directly. That same dagger, and this time it was faster, he could see it, barely but his reaction is slow, was he going to die?

Blinding movement, he turns to the side, the strike glancing his throat and slicing it, but not too bad. Shin-En winces, pain, you would figure he would be used to it by now. Shin-En stumbles back a little, how was he able to dodge that strike? It was instinct of course; his body took over where his mind failed him. The other Fox wasn't open for a strike back; Shin-En had to find a way to break his balance and stance. They circle each other again, Shin-En knew if the other just joins in this would be it.

Shin-En just wasn't listening to his body, to his instinct, he wasn't paying attention to his balance and gravity, the way it tugs and moves him. That is his key in all of this, but his concerns lay with the other, too worried about taking a deadly hit. Would it be too late for him to realize this?

The Fox came in, delivering one strike after another alternating between head and neck on Shin-En, each strike slicing him a little bit, able to dodge out of the way each time, however he is slowing down, and the cuts are getting deeper each time, each new cut. He narrows his eyes again in concentration. Too focused on the dagger hand! The other hand comes around with a bone jarring strike to Shin-En's chest; he stumbles back, as he does so he could feel how his body is reacting with gravity. He comes to realize that was instinct that saved him the last time he thought that was it. He leaps back away from the Fox, nearly stumbling, he was bleeding from multiple cuts, and his legs are now tired as is his body. He should have trained more. He needs to stay alive, or Sera will become the Sultans sex slave, and Clays will more than likely have his head removed. He could feel the desire to continue well up in his body, even if it's tired, in a lot of pain as if it were coming apart, he raises onto the balls of his feet, lifting up his body a little. Right leg bent at the knee and brought close to his left leg. The Black Fox's eyes widen this stance. He has seen it many times, and usually those against him die.

Shin-En could barely hold the stance. He is faltering a little but refuses to go down. It was the chest impact, causing a new fracture from an old wound. It was making him dizzy, but he had no time to dwell on it as the Fox charges in, delivering a flurry of strikes, he brings up his arms and deflects each strike, directing them away from his throat, which was the area he is concentrating on. He didn't know how long he could keep this up, but he could not give in. He shifts his weight a little, setting him slightly off balance, and setting up a weak point, a target, throat well protected. The Fox didn't see this as a trap and darts in to plunge the dagger into his rib cage, except it was caught, Shin-En brings the grappled arm up in a circle round and round until there was enough force to jerk forward from the stance and locking the arm up causing a bone wrenching snap, elbow broken, shoulder dislocated in the one movement. More and more thoughts come to him slowly as he relearns what his instinct already knew. Another dagger, this time bigger is unsheathed, the hand dagger dropped, it's held reverse style, blade pointing down.

The one standing by smirks, knowing it was over for Sierus, they were instructed to kill him after all. the other Fox rushes in, the one who drew the dagger, as he charges in aiming for a broad slash up to one of Shin-En's armpits, he sees things slow down to a crawl, then pick back up to normal speed again. What was going on? Well for one it was the stance, as it is meant to focus ones power, Shin-En was a master at this stance, but much is forgotten. The knife slows down again; Shin-En uses it to bring both arms down on top of the Fox's wrist, snapping it in one strike, causing the dagger to fling out end over end, and Shin-En catches it. He knew this wasn't his favorite weapon, but he could feel the balance and how to move it. The Fox darts back, wrist broken on arm, the other arm, elbow broken and shoulder dislocated.

Is he starting to remember things now? The Fox stares at Shin-En. This wasn't good.

Shin-En drops out of the stance, Shin-En notices both Fox's visibly relax when he does so. This raises some questions he would need answers to later, but now Shin-En had to end this, he darts in to the Fox, raises the dagger, also held reverse, Shin-En slashes the dagger upward to The Fox's stomach, not quick enough, the Fox back steps away at the last second, it appears to the Fox that Shin-En is open, and steps forward to deliver another strike with another of those hand Daggers, since when did he manage to put another one on? Success, the hand dagger plunges into Shin-En's side, Shin-En grunts and steps back, placing a hand over the painful wound.

"You are seriously off your game."

The Fox on the side laughingly remarks. Perhaps he was right, Shin-En had a lot more to do it seems, if he makes it out of this. The Fox drops the dagger, it was too painful for him to hold it, in that attack he had not held it right and broke his fingers, since his wrist is messed up, and he could barely use it.

"Nnng... you're lucky you sunuva bitch."

This remark, ignored as Shin-En slashes across to the Fox's chest, he manages to bite the blade into his flesh, a long deep cut. However not deep enough to be fatal, the Fox stumbles back wincing. With one arm totally messed up and one hand ruined he couldn't do anymore.

"I'm outta here."

With that he turns and jumps out the window, the other attacker steps up drawing a large scimitar.

"My friends free to go, you however stand dead."

Shin-En narrows his eyes, that stab wound is bleeding pretty bad. He draws back into the stance again, it's known as the Shinakami stance. Yet with his body in such bad condition he couldn't maintain it. The new attacker smirks a little and goes in for a horizontal across the body slash. Shin-En barely dodges it, another slash comes down, Shin-En brings up the dagger and deflects the blow away from him, he brings the blade around again, raining down slashes of many directions on Shin-En, he manages to deflect each blow away from him, except two, shoulder is nicked badly, his right hip took a deep cut. They were both directed to vital spots, Shin-En was barely able to stop them. This is getting bad.

Shin-En would need to do something drastic, but he has to keep himself strong enough to drive out the other attackers, he could hear screaming, and many other Foxes rush past his house, they all wore the colors of the Resistance, No! They would all be slaughtered, this was all his fault, and he could not let the others die!

Shin-En darts forward, a direct stab is pressed on from the Fox aiming to his throat, he twists his body away and brings up the dagger at the same time, keeping it away from his throat. He slams his body into the Fox with such force it Jars both the dagger and Scimitar from their owners, they both go scattering to the ground. Shin-En on top, as they fall Shin-En manages to slam the Fox on the ground hard. The air gets knocked out of him. Before he has a chance to recover Shin-En rolls away to his feet, he stumbles, a pained expression flickers over his face, yet he stays composed. He grits his teeth, this one had to die, Shin-En picks up both the Scimitar and the Dagger and drops down into a low stance as the Fox stands up, Shin-En darts in first bringing the lighter dagger to bare, the Fox is still dazed, he barely manages to dodge the Dagger, taking a slash against his stomach, Shin-En aims a stab at the Fox's stomach, the Fox rolls away, Shin-En will need to disguise the attack. Shin-En moves after him, bringing around both blades to try and slash and cut in a flurry, waiting for the moment when the Fox will trip up, he lands a few slashes across the chest and stomach, yet he could not seem to land any fatal blows. He was too agile and flexible and seems to minimize everything to just cuts.

These two that he had faced had to be their best, he then decides killing him isn't an option, just disable him. He flings the Dagger at the Fox, this caught him off guard, it sinks into his left Shoulder, a yelp ensues and within that moment Shin-En tosses aside the Scimitar, it clatters to the ground and Shin-En darts in after the Fox, now that the blades were set aside he seems more bold, he turns on heel and aims strikes to Shin-En's injured points, he assumes if they knew him, they would of also known of his injuries, they must've been there when this was done to him. He is getting slower, he shifts down to a lower to the ground stance, he uses sweeping circles with his arms, deflecting the attackers strikes down and away, or up and away. The Fox recovers quickly, normally this would leave someone open, but not someone who knows this style. The next two strikes are caught up in a more vicious sweeping circle and wrists are grappled, with that Shin-En continues the motion, the Fox's eyes go wide at this, how was he trapped, as he brings both his arms around he brings them down sharp, and breaks both the Fox's wrists, a sharp yelp.

He darts back and narrows his eyes at Shin-En who returns to ready stance.

"Damn, now I can't help anyone like this, I would be lucky to hold a blade, you will see me again."

Shin-En stands upright, smirking a little.

"I don't doubt it."

The Fox runs out the door. Shin-En moves over to the wall and slumps against it. The bleeding on his stab wound had stopped; it wasn't all that deep then. He'll be ok, but he needs medical attention within the day.

Shin-En runs out the door, he could see the Fox retreating, he glances around for the other Black Gloves, they are standing in the market, many Furs have their hands tied behind him, and only a few resistance members were killed. Shin-En scowls, takes a few steps then stops. He could not face them in his condition; he looks at all of them then frowns, tears welling in his eyes. He could not let fate befall them, even if it killed him; he had an obligation to them. Rushing in would do nothing; only make matters worse, there were five of them. He felt something itching on his right palm, he looks down and could see the formation of something, markings, but they were in all kanji, in a seal of sort, he blinks, they were starting to make sense to him but he could barely read them. What was going on?

He would need to move somewhere to try and formulate his plan. He runs around a small stand and crouches; he feels these markings are important. He begins to concentrate; the markings start to glow as he completely forms them. He flicks his ears and breaks the seals, the marking begin to form into something like ink snakes from his right palm over his hand into something akin to a black glove. He stares down at his hand, and then flexes it into a fist, like smoke it curls into lines, into shapes and forms into a seven foot bow staff, lines of archaic design etch over its surface, it is as black as the night, the lines glow an emerald color, in his mind it whispers. "Vengeance"

"Let them all go!"

All five of the black gloves look at him, they look to his weapons, fear shows in their eyes, one of them, a female darts in to strike at him with her scimitar, and he simply raises the bow staff and deflects the blow. The scimitar breaks on the staff, shattering it apart. Shin-En ducks low and at the same time brings one of ends up to her throat, crushing her throat in one single strike. She falls over choking and dying. The strike made him feel pain throughout his body, almost making him gasp out. He is near his limits.

He sees two of the Black Gloves rush at him, drawing their scimitars, they reach him at the same time, both slashing for different parts of his body, he blocks both of them and pushes his staff forward, they try to block but it shatters their swords. One strike, crushes in the side of one man's face, he brings the end of the staff up delivering another throat strike, both fall to the ground dead.

Shin-En takes a step forward, they take a step back.

"What's the matter? Aren't all Black Glove till death?"

They balk at him a little; they turn tail then run away as fast as possible. Shin-En decides to let them be. The Staff turns a pure white glow, and when that glow fades off, it is no more, but markings upon his right palm

He begins to untie all the Furs.

A few hours later he finishes helping out, moving the dead. What little there were and getting something to eat from the same gentleman who gave him food before. Everything was back in place for now. Shin-En sighs and turns, weary to go start on rescuing his two friends, but are stopped by the Resistance Captain.

"You need rest; you can't do anything in the state you are in, go see a healer."

He blinks, were there any Healer Mages still alive? He goes to find out; looking for the hut number he was given.

Upon walking for about thirty minutes he manages to find the place, it had herbs growing along the edges of the mud building that was partially carved into the wall, apparently the leftovers of the carving out was used to add a little. Above the herbs are grow lights, he looks over them, then finds one particularly odd one he has never seen before, it raises his curiosity and he moves over to it, each leaf of the plant grew along seven. Each were elongated and had jagged edges. Giving a sniff to the plant yields him scrunching up his nose. It was not a disgusting scent, but it was over powering. It was hard to describe yet he likes it.

"Do you like that plant?"

A soft singsong voice makes him jump a little. He turns to see a tiny vixen, not much for curves or appearance but soft, gentle. She wears glasses on the bridge of her muzzle, and yet she seems to squint through them as if she still could not see.

She is dressed in soft white robes, her hair neat, well kept.

Altogether her appearance is relaxing, pleasing.

"Its, interesting."

"Oh yes it is, it's from Earth, but more on that later, why are you here?"

"I am here because the resistance leader sent me for my injuries that just won't heal. And when one does its weak and I get re injured too easy."

She nods her head and looks him over.

"I need you to strip for me, can you do that?"

He stares at her for a moment, a little shocked.

"Out here? And aren't you a little too forward?"

She grabs his arm and leads him inside.

"Stop being a pup and just do it."

He sighs and strips down, exposing every inch of his body. She looks over him, pressing and poking him in random places with nods, hmms, and scowls as she examines him. She even has the audacity to squeeze and manipulate his thick plump sheath in a very rude manner without even asking him!

He sighs and just waits. She narrows her eyes in concentration, it's been awhile since she has had any sort of sexual contact, and what is worse she knows who he is. She used to be the royal healer, and has healed him on many occasions. Yet when he was removed she escaped to this place, she had a second home here anyways and had done many experiments off on the side that the Sultan didn't know about. She continues to fondle his sheath, squeezing the tip of his cock head inside the sheath and fondling his balls, however she evokes nothing from him. She sighs inwardly; perhaps he just saw this as nothing but a medical exam?

She moves over his legs then an idea comes to mind. She slips to her knees and nuzzles his sheath's entrance. Shin-En gasps and looks down to her.

"Ah, hey just what are you doing?"

She giggles and pushes some of the sheath back, giving his tip a nice lick. He moans when her wet warm tongue slides along his tip.

"Mmn, I have people to save and I want to be healed!"

"Patience, I must first have you relaxed."

He sighs and nods might as well just enjoy it. She licks again, his cock already starting to push from the sheath, it wasn't long, as she laps and kisses along the head and shaft until he was fully aroused, cock throbbing a little. She stares up at him and winks and gives it another long lick before she slides it into her muzzle, taking the whole thing down her throat some too. She buries her muzzle into his crotch, inhaling his heady masculine scent. She works her throat muscles over his entire cock, swallowing and squeezing. He raises his head panting out heavily.

"Oh primes... "

He murmurs out with a shudder down his body as his fur stands on end. He begins to pant.

She slowly bobs her head, his cock now moving in and out of her throat just a little bit, she still wanted to savor that scent of his, making her wet. She fondles his balls with one hand and slides another hand into her robes and into the thong she wore, she slides two fingers up into herself and uses her palm to push and knead her clit as she rapidly fingers herself. She bobs her head on his cock a little faster, in time to her finger fucking herself, her body gives a little quiver, her wetness sopping her fingers inside of her. Her saliva coating Shin-En's cock, he is panting now. She pulls her muzzle off Shin-En's cock.

"I want you to do something for me Shin-En, please... Give me pups... You won't need to be responsible for them, no one... will know."

Shin-En regards her for a moment then nods his head.

"Alright, but I don't know your name."

She giggles, blushing.

"It's Laura."

He nods.

"Alright Laura."

She pulls her fingers out and licks them clean then slides out of her robes. She walks into another room, giving her ass a little wiggle enticing him to follow, like he needed enticement. He follows her; she lies down on her bed and spreads her legs wide, bending them at the knees a little. He slips to his knees on the bed and crawls forward stopping before her. He looks down to her pussy, even in this dim light he can tell she is soaking wet. He grabs the shaft of his cock and pushes the tip right up against her entrance. She squirms and moans just at that. With one quick sharp thrust he hilts himself, she screams out a little and raises her hips up, arching her back in reaction. He mms feeling her tight tunnel stretching around his cock and caressing around his cocks contours. He is slow at first, just rocking his hips forward, grinding his cock into her depths, not pulling out. A thought occurs, why is she able to take him all and Sera weren't able to the first time? This was a mystery he would never learn, however this Foxy Femme, even though wasn't much of a looker, is able to modify herself with her magic's. She slides her arms loosely around his back as he rocks into her depths, each movement sent small shivers over her, and even though she made herself a little looser he is still much of a tight fit. She tries to buck up against him but her hips are heavily pinned by his hips, and this only set her libido on fire even more. All she can do is squirm and writhe as Shin-En breeds her.

After five minutes he brings his hips back, sliding out of her, almost all the way, keeping his tip in before be brings his hips back down, slow thrusts with enough force to make even her modest breasts bounce. She squeaks out when he does so and moans, grabbing handfuls of his back fur and writhing in pleasure all the more.

"Oooh..."

A soft moan of pleasure escapes her lips as he barrels his cock into her with increased power, not adding much speed to it. Her juices leak from where they are joined; dribbling off his shaft each time he brings his cock almost all the way out. She whines with pleasure as he continues to pound his cock into her depths, she squirms and writhes a bit more, spreading her legs a little wider to try and feel more of it at once.

"Oooh, mmnn..."

She murmurs softly into his left ear.

He bares forward a little bit more with his weight, bearing down on her crotch now with his own, causing his cock to push in much deeper. This causes her to buck against him hard again. Instead of lifting his hips away he just jerks his cock hard into her every other second, panting out. He was close to cuming, and in order for it to take he needs to make sure the knot is sealed in tight to her depths. He could sense she is right on edge herself, and if he timed things perfectly it would increase the chance of a proper breeding. He keeps himself buried in nice and deep as his knot forms, she gasps and squirms hard feeling the knot stretching her walls and locking them together. A few more sharp jerks of his hips slamming the knot deeper and his cock in further he cums, spurting his thick seed into her pussy, coating her pussy with the seed, at the same time she hits her orgasm and bucks wildly against him as she cums all over his cock. He mms and hugs her to him, already feeling relived himself, and content that he could help out someone that needed this. He rests against her and they both fall asleep together, embraced in each other's arms.

The Sultan again was furious, again another failure, rooting out Sierus was supposed to be quick and easy, but it didn't happen. He badly injured both of his top Black Gloves and killed three of some lower ranking Black Gloves, managing to chase out the other two. The entrance they found had been destroyed, the stairs and whole area caved in. There was no way his men could dig the area out quick enough. He wants to pull his hair out now, frustration building quickly. He stares into the city, standing on his bedroom balcony in his palace once more, both his fists clenched in the anger that flows through. How could things have gotten out of hand this quick?

He places his hands on the railing, the rings clacking when he does so and leans against it. He ponders for a moment then turns away; his newest harem addition needs some tending to. He places his arms behind him, hands crossed above his wrist as he makes his way down the hallway, walking at a slow pace, heading to a room on the right where there is yelling and deep growls. Sera's voice echoing out in the hallway, the Sultan stops before the room and enters it, a little chuckle from his throat.

Dusk, the sun slowly slips under the horizon, casting beautiful shades of violet and purple, lighting the clouds with the breath taking colors. But deep underground, within the underground city Shin-En and Laura lay cuddling, Shin-En slowly unknotting. Until finally the knot shrinks away fully, Shin-En slowly comes to wake and shifts his hips, sliding out of her nice and slow. He sits up letting her go and rubs his eyes, brushing away the sleep. Cum drools out of her entrance, leaking a little onto the bed. Laura sighs and stirs away slowly.

"Mm thank you so much Shin-En."

She murmurs softly. Back at the Palace that was honestly his code name, and that's all she knew him as, she had saved him and helped him numerous times. The reason she did not remind him of any of this, is she knew it would cause mental damage, and she didn't want to be the cause of any such thing.

Shin-En smiles softly.

"You are welcome Laura."

She gives a content sigh and looks him in the eyes.

"I promise, you will not need be responsible for these pups, as far as I am concerned someone else did this, not you."

Shin-En shifts his weight then watches her for a moment, pondering over something.

"Alright, but if you ever need help please do not hesitate to ask, I won't hesitate in helping you with something."

Laura smiles broadly, and then leans up giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Thank you Shin-En, that means a lot to me."

Shin-En nods and then stands up, his cock covered in a mixture of both their juices.

She leads him to a little bathroom with running well water, she was going to clean him up but she didn't want to get her libido going wild again. She waits outside the door as he finishes cleaning himself up, he comes out.

"Alright Shin-En, now I can begin healing you. Please lay down on the bed again."

Shin-En does so and Laura stands over him. She begins to summon the magic she needed to try and help out Shin-En recover fully.

"Where is he!?"

The princess slaps the fox across the face with the broken elbow, shoulder and torn shoulder ligaments. He winces, he was locked into chains in the palace dungeon, and so wincing was all he could do.

"The Sultan told me not to tell you."

He spits out a tooth, damn she has a wicked hit. He watches her for a moment, with respect of course, he was supposed to defend her and the Sultan and the royal family at all costs. Another impact rattles his brains, this time a punch, and his nose broke sideways, he issues a yelp.

"I don't care!"

Her voice is desperate, she wanted him back, and her soul is slowly withering away without him.

He looks into her eyes, compassion, a woman that truly loves her man, no matter the cost. Should he tell her?

He could not bear the look in her eyes, the tears, and the desperation.

"Kill me after telling you this, please. He is in the underground city, but don't go near him, please. It will cause him pain; he does not remember you due to spells woven around him to forget his past or who he is."

The princess falls to her knees crying, it couldn't be true! She weeps placing her hands over her face.

"H-how do I fix it?"

She would not give up on him this easily. She stands up drying her eyes, staring down the Fox. He could feel his soul burn to a crisp under that glare of hers.

"What the mages told me... there is no cure."

The Princess balls her fists at her sides and turns sharply, walking out the room. Mages, she could never trust them that are who she is going to see next. She would snap all their necks if she had to. She didn't care anymore about disgusting sights, dead bodies and gore. She had it with this whole world and only wanted her Sierus back.

She quickly walks up from the steps leading to the dungeon, all the way up to the middle floor, marching through lavished hallways until she finally reaches the stairs for the Mages Keep, right night to her Fathers Harem. Just walking past that room she could smell the sex, and the creaking of an overly worn bed, her father's piggish grunting, he was as he calls it, tending to his garden. She slams open the Mage's Keep door, a wooden door, and charges through the libraries, all the way up another flight of stairs to the head Mage's office. She slams open that door too; he was busy pounding away at a borrowed Harem girl. She stamps her foot on the ground.

"Talk to me, right NOW"

She demands of the head mage.

He looks over his shoulder at who it is. He quickly slides out and stands tall and... Naked before her, his smallish cock dripping with his own cum onto the floor, the Harem girl quickly scampers away.

"Wh-What is it Princess?"

He stammers, staring to her eyes, looking anywhere but her eyes would mean death if he was caught.

"I want to know what you did to Sierus, and how to fix it."

He stares at her as if she told the funniest joke in the world.

"You can't fix him, what is done, cannot be undone, but only in death."

She felt herself shaking with rage.

"What if I kill the mage responsible?"

She steps up close to him; he shrinks back away from her, a powerful mage that could render cities to a cinder but why not her? She has Counter Magic running through her blood, the dreaded blue magic. She didn't know it, but it would automatically protect her, they tried to make her forget him, but it only ended up killing one of his top students in the end. Sierus has it too, but only with his summon blades. It was easy to subdue him once they swarmed him with magic.

"Th-That would be one way."

"You said it could not be done!"

She is more than enraged now. This wasn't good. If she complains to the Sultan he would be killed. He cringes; he has to tell her the truth.

"There is a way then. You need to give him some of your blood. But getting close to him would only end up possibly killing him, as seeing you would trigger the defense we put inside of him, should such a situation occur. What do you want with him anyways?"

She has to think quickly; otherwise they would never help her.

"He has information I need to know. Information about another Kingdom my father has been targeting for years to take over. The west kingdom, I faked him into making him in love with me. So only he trusts me."

The head mage lets slip a vile serpent's smirk.

"You vile enchantress, alright, I will give you a cloak that will hide who you are."

He knew the magic would not be damaged by her, since it didn't target her directly. He walks over to his book case, and then slides down a rather large box. He sets it on the desk near the bed and opens it. A simple looking brown cloak is exposed in the box.

"Just wear the hood and tie it around you, no one will recognize you, especially the magic woven around him. "

She nods, and with that she was off charging down the hallway, through the libraries again and out the keep. All she could think of was him, and how much she loves him.

Upon reaching the Palace exit, she ties the cloak around her. She immediately runs into a bunch of people entering in to see the Royal Advisor, no one recognizes her as she walks past them. All they saw was some Vixen in a cloak with the hood up. She would find him, even if it took months...

Shin-En sat still as Laura works her magic on him, slowly working her way around his body. The serious injuries he sustained were all still very serious. As she concentrates she can feel the tingle on her finger tips of other magic's from the high Mage's. This did not faze her as she continues to work on the injuries, and removing the magic that kept those injuries from properly healing.

It took several hours, but she was finally done, having un wound the magic that kept him from properly reading his instincts, from healing and also sapping his strength. All that was gone now, they really did a number on him.

"I... feel amazing"

He says as she steps away from him.

"It is all in a day's work sweetie."

She giggles then pats his head. Shin-En gets up and pulls his clothing on.

"I need to be going, I have some friends that need to be saving."

She nods her head and hugs him.

"Thank you for your gift; I won't forget your promises."

Shin-En nods softly.

"I would hope you don't."

He hugs her in return and then heads out the door, feeling more refreshed than he has ever had since he first woke up in that prison. He hurriedly moves along the underground streets to find the other entrance and exit that was now in use by the city. After some searching he finds some spiral stair cases and climbs them, he stops at the door and tries to push it open. It didn't budge. This wasn't good.

"If anyone is in there I need out!"

Silence until someone on the other side of the door spoke up. A soft gentle voice.

"Who is it?"

"Shin-En of the resistance."

There was more silent, then sound of a large board being moved, shuffling, a lock being unlocked the door opens, to reveal a five foot femme mouse. She offers him a smile as she looks up at him; this is her house, looking around to see it fondly decorated with soft gentle things. She smiles at him cutely then opens up the door allowing him into the outside. Light makes him squint; he waits outside the house until his eyes adjust. He proceeds off to the palace, glancing up to it, it looms over them all.