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Kaliba avoided the wine. The hyena had no desire to share drinks with the royals of this kingdom, the one that enslaved her as a child. Not that the sultan and his progeny were aware of her reasons. To them, she and her allies were saviors, heroes. Sure, removing the head of a famous bandit and destroying his network was what heroes did, but Kaliba would have been fine to just let the conceited fool bother the bloated fools on the throne.

"You're being impolite," Yelwin whispered. Kaliba growled as her gaze shifted to her companion. She had seen the mouse in enough battles to know that there was considerable strength in her tiny form. It was why she found no point in trying to challenge the mouse over petty squabbles.

This wasn't a petty one. Not to her.

"You haven't seen impolite," she whispered before grabbing an apple from the assortment of fruits laid out before them and tearing through it, "You know what they've done to me."

"They've done nothing to you, Kaliba. I know it isn't satisfying to hear, but they are not responsible for everything that happened to you here. They don't even know you."

The hyena's aggressive gaze scoured the room. The noble family made her blood boil. Here they were, partying with wine and fruits as though they had accomplished something, where she knew that some slave in the streets below were having their holes pounded for a scrap of bread. She knew that many of the fine silks they wore could catch a handful of silver on those streets. Taking a peek over to Juviren, she could see the wolf had similar economic thoughts.

She decided to leave before she made her ideas a reality. Yelwin grabbed her before she could move, "Wait until the entertainment, you can slip out while everyone is distracted."

Yelwin was smarter than Kaliba. The hyena never doubted that, especially since the paladin could read whereas Kaliba had problems sounding out the words presented. She had disagreements with the leader, but generally, she trusted her judgment. And so, she grabbed some bread from the table and tore into it, waiting for whatever 'entertainment' the rich indulged themselves in.

Several dancers dressed in fine silks and seethrough garbs came with but a clap from the lion sultan. Their swaying hips and shared movements did little to keep Kaliba's attention. She had seen more from less, and she had no desire to send a courtesan crying back. As she stood up to leave, however, one dancer did catch her eye.

Was it a lioness? A feminine cat with sandy fur, wide hips, and a small chest twirled over to the hyena. With amber eyes and a smirk hidden under a green veil, the cat found themselves lying slyly into Kaliba's lap.

"Don't leave yet," they whispered, "The party is only just starting."

Kaliba's heart quickened. Her mouth dried as though she was under the desert sun, and her loins grew harder. By the shock on the dancer's face, they noticed. But the look of disgust did not follow. Instead, a predatory gaze filled the cat's eyes.

That was enough.

"I'm sorry," she whispered to Yelwin as she pushed the dancer off and headed to her room. She didn't have the stomach for tonight.

***

The bed was not comforting. Kaliba had spent a childhood sleeping on dirt or woven mats if she was lucky, and her transition to adventure did little to change that beyond a few extra blankets. The ground was firm, it reminded her that she was still there. The bed was soft, letting her sink in like quicksand.

How do the rich sleep like this?

A knock on her door kept her from pondering. Grabbing a knife, the hyena slowly crept to the door with a fruit knife behind her. She wasn't a fan of being rewarded with separate rooms, but everyone in the party wanted privacy. They had plenty of privacy outside together, so long as each minded their own business. But no, apparently Kaliba's snoring was enough for everyone to risk being killed in separate beds.

And people called her the stupid one.

She creaked the door open and peered through the crack. The dancer that humiliated her earlier stood in the doorway, smiling under their veil and hands folded in the front.

"What do you want?"

The cat spoke with a smug air, it made Kaliba's knife grip tighter, "The sultan wishes to apologize for whatever it was that caused you to leave early."

"So why does he not come?"

"He felt that proper compensation was needed. May I come in?"

"Tell him I don't want a honeypot. And it was not his fault, it was yours."

The cat leaned in closer, "Well, I do have that effect on people. Did the cute liger make you hard with just a wink?"

"What," Kaliba growled, "do you want?"

The liger put their hand on the door, "What this servant of the sultan wants is to make their guests happy. What I as a tease want, is your cock in my ass. I can imagine you'd want someone better than a few cheap whores on the streets."

Kaliba didn't feel herself breathe as he uttered those words. So many memories flooded her, so much rage that she snapped the knife in her hand. The hyena flew the door open and seized the liger by the scruff of their neck, "You know not what you speak."

The liger, still beaming with confidence, eyed the bed, "Why don't you teach me, over there?"

Kaliba grinned. Not the kind of grin that showed approval or confidence, but the kind one has when they corner someone who stole their coins and you had a blade on hand. A large and toothy smile that didn't waiver the liger's face, but she could feel his pulse quicken.

With tremendous strength she tossed the liger onto the bed, "You want to learn how it is done in the streets?" Kaliba took another knife and cut into the wall tapestry, tearing away at it to make long rags to forcefully tie the liger's arms behind their back.

The liger purred, "I wasn't away how kinky the-"

Kaliba slapped the courtesan, "Cheap whores don't speak." she tore through their pants, finding an average cock hidden beneath. Looking closer, Kaliba found no trace of hermaphroditism. This liger was not like her.

She was glad. She didn't need to hold back.

Kaliba dragged the liger off the bed and pressed his face to her crotch, where her dick had hardened to its large form, "Beg for it."

He grinned, "Oh glorious hero, might you bless this-"

She slapped her cock in his face, "Beg for it."

Flustered, the liger tried again, "May I suck your-"

The hardened rod slapped his face again, "Beg like your life is on the line, whore."

Before the courtesan tried, Kaliba brought a knife to his face, "If I paid for you, then it wouldn't matter. But I didn't pay, so beg me not to cut you as I ram it down, filth."

A scar on her face ached as she saw the fear in his eyes. She rammed her cock down his throat the moment he tried to speak again. His gags and cries went unanswered as she routinely forced him down to her base. No one ever cared for the complaints of a street harlot. They never cared for her.

"I bet the royal brats and their father let you do all the work. They want to enjoy your skill at the craft. Down below, we don't care. A hole is a hole, and we just want to use it.."

A strand of saliva followed as she pulled him off. Gasps for air were followed by the sobbing wet slaps of her drool covered cock across his face, "Just. A. Hole." she repeated. Pulling him by the scruff of his neck, she forced him face down into the bed with his ass up. The pert hole quivered as her hand made its way to his cheeks.

A bound hand pointed across the bed, "T-there are oils that you could use to-"

Kaliba slapped his behind, turning his comment to a squeal as she pressed her head against the hole, "Oils? Cheap whores are lucky if they get to use their spit. Patrons won't stop even if your hole bleeds on them, and they'll beat you for it."

"So, I'm lucky?" he quipped. A growl bellowed from Kaliba's gut as she forced the liger's face into the pillow, "Shut up." she said, forcing her saliva covered cock into his hole. Instead of the sudden screams of forced entry, the courtesan moaned blissfully as she hit her base inside him.

Kaliba pulled his head back, "Stop enjoying this," she ordered. The liger only flashed back an arrogant gaze that made the hyena grind her teeth.

"Make me."

Claws dug into his flesh as she fucked him. Each thrust harder than the last, every piston with the intent to make him beg for mercy, to plead for her to stop like she had so many times. The liger took it in stride, even following with her thrusts as she pushed in as deep as she could.

"So you like this?" she asked, pulling him up with an arm around his neck as she made him bounce on her cock. Kaliba's hold tightened when he nodded, "Maybe I should take you there. Lead you by rope like feral cattle as I look for lustful eyes with heavy pockets."

Her arm prevented him from commenting as she continued, "Give you to laborers who will use you like their wives won't. Scoundrels who will carve you up for fun. Or maybe I'll pass you around the town guard as a gift while they break your mind with forbidden spices."

So many memories burned in her mind as she fucked him, "Then I'll sell you to a whorehouse, where your holes will be on call all day and night. Drugs will be forced down your throat to keep you from resting, and soon you'll forget your friends, your name, even basic words. Is that what you want you ignorant fuCK!"

Kaliba roared as her seed filled him. Her arms found themselves around his waist as each pump of cum flowed from her cock into his ass, so much that it began to leak out with her dick still inside. Tiny spurts of cum stained the sheets as the rocketed from the liger's hardened cock, twitching aimlessly as she held him in her arms.

She let him go when her cock was empty, letting it slip out of his tight hole as he fell face first into the bed. White and soggy rivers poured from his ass as he regained his breath. If he said something, Kaliba didn't listen while she took a blanket and walked over towards the other end of the room.

Finding an empty spot on the floor, she laid her blanket against it and rested. Memories of her childhood still flush in her mind, but slowly they died away as she let sleep take her.

***

Kaliba awoke to the rushing a heavy boots across the hall and a familiar hand over her face.

"Kaliba, wake up," her rodent leader demanded, "The sultan has declared an emergency and wishes to see us."

"What?" Kaliba blinked as she slowly sat up. Scanning the room, the liger who had gained her ire was nowhere to be seen. She assumed he left the room when she slept. How, she wasn't so sure. Given that she tied her knots well.

"The bandit, he's alive."

It wasn't before long until the full party stood before the sultan and his children. Five seats on each side of him, the left filled with the princesses, and the right filled with the princes aside from one empty chair. Kaliba caught Juviren catching the eye of one maiden, to which the wolf seemed to shudder. The fool was too loyal to be out adventuring away from his beloved.

"I apologize for asking you this, but it seems that we have celebrated too quickly." The sultan said as he laid back into his cushion, "One of my sons has received a threat from the bandit, claiming that he very well lives and will come for revenge."

"Whatever the threat is," Yelwin said, stepping forward between the party and the sultan, "My allies are more than willing to put the deed to rest. Which one of your sons was threatened?"

"Fasadeen, though he is running late. I have asked the guards to make sure he arrives carefully."

The doors across the hall opened as the sultan finished. Kaliba looked over with disinterest, only for her eyes to widened at the liger surrounded by armed guards. No longer dressed in dancer silks, he wore white robes of extravagance and swayed as if he owned the palace itself.

Rage, fear, and confusion all flooded the hyena as the liger passed her. A single smirk was all she received from the prince as he reached his seat of power.

"I apologize for my lateness, father. While the threat on my life is worrisome, I had to take care of things before hand. I am of no use if I let a long night get in the way of my duties," he winked over to Kaliba.

Kaliba clenched her fists. If that bandit was truly still alive, she was going to make him wish he pretended to stay dead. Then she was going to show that prince why you don't toy with others.