# Fire and Ice - Chapter Three - A Bond Is Forged

Author: Cederwyn Whitefurr
Tags: Clean, Doe, Fantasy, Human, Medieval, No-Yiff, Whitetail

#3 of Fire and Ice

Frustrated at his refusal to spend a night bringing comfort and solace, Jessica turns to her knowledge of Herbal craft, to mix a powerful drug with which to befuddle Lord Kathis' mind...

Fire and Ice III  
 Chapter III - A Bond Is Forged  
 © Cederwyn Whitefurr  
 July 2003.  
 All Rights Reserved.

Sir Kathis blinked and sat up, rubbing his bleary eyes as he spotted  
 Jessica tending the cauldron and brushing a mixture of vegetables and herbs  
 into the steaming pot.

"Good morning," She spoke, one long ear flicking backwards towards him.

"Morning? I.I did not realise that I was so tired." Sir Kathis admitted,  
 as he rose and stretched.

Jessica smiled weakly to herself, then turned and picked up a carved wooden  
 bowl and dumped some dark coloured meat into the cauldron and stirred it  
 slowly.

"There's a fresh pot of chamomile tea here if you wish of some." She spoke  
 quietly.

Sir Kathis nodded and as he took the stone mug from Jessica, her hoof-paw  
 touched his hand and he gasped as a short, sudden spark of electricity leapt  
 from her claw-tip to his outstretched hand. Even Jessica yelped, the stone  
 mug falling from her suddenly nerveless hoof-paw and exploding against the  
 floor with a soft cough. Shaking herself, she hurriedly knelt and began  
 gingerly picking up the pieces, the front of her loose smock parting at the  
 neck and revealing the finely furred creamy curves of her ample bosom. Sir  
 Kathis gasped again and hurriedly averted his eyes, but Jessica's ears  
 flattened and she rose, then turned away and clasped her hoof-paws to her  
 mouth, tears welling in her eyes.

"Milady, please - I did not mean to offend you." Sir Kathis spoke as he  
 moved up behind her and gently laid his hand on her quaking shoulder.

Sniffling, Jessica suddenly whirled about and pulled him tight, burying her  
 muzzle against his chest as she sobbed heartbrokenly. Surprised and a  
 little overcome, Sir Kathis didn't know what to make of this, but he  
 instinctively embraced her and began stroking her neck and back soothingly.

"I'm a freak - " Jessica wailed, her claws digging into his back. "A freak  
 of nature, neither human nor animal, unwelcome by humans who feared me, and  
 only finding a vague solace in the wild animals of my wood."

"No milady," Sir Kathis sighed as he ran a hand tenderly across her ears,  
 smoothing them down. "You're not. You are.beautiful."

Jessica blinked and pushed herself away from him her deep, misty eyes  
 staring into his sea green ones. He gazed back at her with a mixture of  
 respect and true concern.

"How.how can you say such a thing?" Jessica whimpered as she pulled away  
 and turned her back on him. "How can you look upon my form, and say that I  
 am beautiful? I am no fair maiden, awaiting some Knight in shining armour to  
 come carry her away for a fairytale wedding. I'm not even a maiden Doe.."

"Milady, please.speak not so." Sir Kathis whispered, as he gently turned  
 her around and stroked her wet cheek with his fingertips. "You are not a  
 maiden, by your own admission, but you are no less fair. Truly, I have  
 ridden the length and breadth of the kingdom, met thousands of young ladies,  
 both fair and not, but you are by far and away, the most.lovely.I have ever  
 met. The dewy look in your eyes, the beautiful markings of your fur, that  
 lovely black muzzle-stripe.."

As his fingers trailed down her muzzle-stripe, Jessica whimpered and  
 shivered, but did not try to pull away.

"You're lying," Jessica spoke, hanging her head.

"Milady, you and I both know your sense of smell is more sensitive than my  
 own can ever be, you have the ability to discern truth from lie by my scent  
 alone. Look into my eyes, and tell me honestly, if I am lying." Sir Kathis  
 whispered, as he gently cupped her chin in his and made her look into his  
 eyes.

"You.you're speaking the truth," Jessica tearfully admitted. "Yet how can  
 you look on me with such love and trust, and."

Her nose wrinkled as her soft, fawn-like expression slowly widened, her  
 senses registering his heightened interest in her. Sir Kathis blinked and  
 gasped, then twisted away from her and stormed out of the cottage, his face  
 flushed with blood, shame washing from him in waves. Jessica turned away  
 and clasped her paws against the mantle, leaning her head against the stone  
 and breathing deeply.

\*

Outside, Sir Kathis stood, watching the thick fog swirl to and fro, and he  
 put his fingers to his lips and whistled long and loud. Fully expecting to  
 hear the whinny of his mount, Sir Kathis paused and waited.and waited.and  
 waited, finally, he blinked and yelled out into the fog, which seemed to  
 echo his words back to him with a low, inaudible whispering. Feeling the  
 icy tendrils of the chilling fog grasping at his ankles, Sir Kathis spent a  
 few more moments out in the cold, bringing his emotions back under iron-like  
 control, ashamed he had allowed his desires to become so evident. He jumped  
 as seemingly from the fog itself, a furred hoof-paw landed on his shoulder.

"Sir Knight - please, come in out of the fog," Jessica whispered into his  
 ear. "You'll catch the death of cold out here."

Hesitating, Sir Kathis turned and took Jessica's hoof-paw in his own, and  
 allowed her to lead him back inside the cottage.

\*

Inside the cottage, Jessica turned and slipped in tight against him, then  
 pushed herself up on her hoof-tips, and lightly ran her furred cheek against  
 his.

"Sir Knight," Jessica breathed into his ear. "I know this may seem  
 impudent of me, but I know your desire, and I.what I mean is I would.with  
 your consent."

"Milady, please, you know not of what you ask of me!" Sir Kathis gasped.  
 "I, I could not.it would not be right."

Jessica blinked, then turned away, hanging her head and crying bitterly.  
 "It's because I'm an animal.isn't it?"

Fighting his churning emotions, Sir Kathis embraced her and turned her back  
 around, once again raising her muzzle to gaze into her eyes.

"No milady, it.it would not be right, for me, a mere Knight, to bed a woman  
 of high-born status." He spoke, tenderly stroking her cheek.

"What is status here Sir Knight? I am a female you are a male.and quite a  
 handsome male. Who need know of our joining? I would not breath a word of  
 it, as you have seen, I am a loner.who preferred her solitude. However,  
 since you have come.my own, long suppressed longings for a male's caress,  
 even for a single night.has returned to haunt me. I have not lain with a  
 male.since my beloved was murdered."

"I.milady, please, you do not know what you ask of me. I.I will not deny  
 that I find you attractive, and." Sir Kathis stammered.

Jessica smiled shyly, and then her hoof-paw stroked his rough stubbled  
 cheek, sending ripples of pleasure surging through his body.

"Sir Kathis, please - " Jessica breathed, sliding a hoof-paw suggestively  
 across his armoured chest.

"Milady, I.I can not do as you ask of me. Please, you must understand, I  
 am honour bound by my oath of chastity and obligations."

Jessica sighed, her ears folding down as she nodded and turned away,  
 retrieving two wooden bowls into which she ladled some of the delicious  
 smelling stew. Placing one before him, she smiled shyly and broke a loaf of  
 fresh, coarse bread and handed half of it to him. He gratefully accepted  
 the bread and trying to remain dignified and self-controlled, he smelt the  
 aroma from the stew and fell too with a voraciousness that made Jessica's  
 eyes widen in surprise. With a shy, nervous giggle, she began scooping her  
 own stew out with her fingers, licking each wet, sticky finger clean with  
 slow, sensuous movements of her surprisingly long tongue. This fact was not  
 lost on Sir Kathis, who coughed and flushed crimson, the high colour  
 crawling into his cheeks.

After their breakfast, during which Sir Kathis had three helpings of the  
 stew, Jessica rose and turned away, as she picked up a small corked clay jug  
 and poured its contents into two shallow wooden bowls. Whilst Sir Kathis  
 was distracted, Jessica smiled to herself and retrieved a small pinch of a  
 fine, snow-white powder, which she sprinkled into his bowl before turning  
 back around and placing them both on the table. Sir Kathis leant back in  
 his chair and belched loudly, and Jessica stared at him in surprise, before  
 he blinked and coughed, once again the colour rising in his cheeks as he  
 mumbled an apology. Jessica shook her long eared head slowly, her ears  
 flopping from side to side as she raised her bowl in her hoof-paws and  
 carefully sipped the honey-mead. Trying to remember his manners and  
 decorum, Sir Kathis did the same, but he spilt some of his onto his vest and  
 Jessica giggled.

"Sorry," Sir Kathis mumbled. "I'm not.used to drinking such beautiful mead  
 from a bowl. Tell me, did you make this yourself?"

"So tell me, my brave, honour-bound knight." Jessica responded, smoothly  
 changing the subject, as she sipped her honey-mead. "What is this grand and  
 noble quest that you are on?"

Sir Kathis blinked, then the room swirled and spun around him, as he  
 staggered to his feet and stumbled back against the wall.

"What's happening to me? It.it's got to be the mead, it's stronger than I'  
 m used too.."

Jessica's eyes widened in surprise and pleasure, as she smoothly rose and  
 slowly ran her paws down her smock, intentionally rubbing her hoof-paws over  
 her breasts suggestively, and down her tight stomach and slender thighs, her  
 hoof-paws rubbing slightly inwards and up. Sir Kathis' eyes were like a  
 pair of boiled turnips, as they watched her hoof-paws, his scent changing as  
 the endorphins began surging through his blood. Sensuously, Jessica sidled  
 up close to him and pressed her warm, furred body against his, and nuzzled  
 his neck, murring deep in the back of her throat, her teardrop shaped tail  
 flicking swiftly to and fro.

His resolve melted like a spring-thawed icicle, and he grabbed her roughly  
 around the shoulders and pressed his body against hers, his lips forcing  
 themselves against her furred ones, as he groaned in almost bestial-like  
 lust, then began clawing at her stained smock. Jessica gasped and pushed  
 herself out of his grasp, then giggled like a maiden doe on her wedding  
 night and almost as if she were an ethereal ghost, she slipped through his  
 clumsy grasp he made for her, and moved gracefully behind him, her sharp  
 claw tips caressing his throat, raising red welts. He spun about, just as  
 she giggled again and her slender, teardrop shaped tail flicked at him and  
 she disappeared into the bedchambers. He stumbled like a man drunk on  
 honey-mead, his mind and body enflamed with the thoughts and sensations that  
 flooded in on him, his body electrified with the burning lust that fuelled  
 him.

As he stumbled after her, he tripped and fell over his sword-belt,  
 partially dislodging his sword from its scabbard. Angrily kicking it away,  
 he nearly broke down the bedroom door in his lustful advance.

\*

Lying discarded, his sword partly unsheathed, it cast its brilliant blue  
 glow, and the artic-cold flames rippled and ran along the exposed blade. If  
 Sir Kathis had been more conscious of his surroundings, he would have  
 realised what this cerulean flame meant.for he'd seen it a dozen times  
 before, for there was only one time that his sword burned with such fire.and  
 that was when it was within close proximity to its sworn enemy..

To Be Continued.

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