A Worthy Prize
_Author's Notes and disclaimer-like-thing: Right. If you're under eighteen, I'm going to tell you not to read this, but what I really mean is don't get caught. If you don't like yiff, then how'd you even get this far? If you have a problem with furs playing in a bathtub, leave now. Also, if you have a problem with a bit of killing, be gone. There. That oughta cover that part...
Sidi is copywrite her player, Obsidian Artciglow. All other characters are mine. Mmm... Lessee... Yeah, I think that about covers it.
Also, I'm aware of incredible changes of pace in the story-- I did it on purpose, so don't whine. :P
Aside from all that stuff, enjoy!_
A Worthy Prize
"For you, Mistress," the kneeling wolf said, bowing his head to the lady in green robes that stood before him, "It shall be as you command. Your foes shall perish, no matter their number, by my paw."
"Good, my pet..." she answered, her voice cold, yet, somehow, tender at the same time, "You are dismissed..."
The blue wolf stood and turned, exiting the long hall. Just as he reached the door, however, the lady in green spoke again, "And Hethkar..." he paused, "Come back to me... Safe."
The wolf nodded in return, "Of course, Mistress Sidi. Don't I always?" and with that confident statement, left the hall.
She sighed, flopping down in her large, cushioned chair as she watched the door close behind him, "God, I love him for that..."
It wasn't long before Hethkar was well on his way to his destination; his Mistress had a very good intelligence network, and already had almost all of the information he could possibly need on his target. She sent him to... eliminate a small army, about a hundred large, that appeared to be marching to her home, Ebony Hall. She didn't trust them, and often wasn't one to negotiate. So she sent Hethkar. He was proud that she had the trust in his skills to do this, and he was confident that he did, as well.
Still, that didn't stop him from being cautious. He took a day to travel to the ruined castle the army was camped at, traveling at a slow, steady pace, and another observing them, verifying the information he'd been given. It was, he confirmed, about a hundred strong, and they had a smart leader, at least; they had watches posted such that it would be difficult to sneak in without being noticed. After a day's observation, though, Hethkar decided that he didn't have another to spare; they seemed to be getting ready to march out. So, he made a quick choice, walking up to them without a care to remaining hidden, his magnificent, and unique, flamberge in paw.
When he was within ten feet of the ruined gate, an arrow thudded at his feet and a voice called out, with a slight British accent, "State your bus'ness!"
Hethkar smiled, raising the black blade of his sword in salute, as he responded, "I am Hethkar Vormund. I come bearing a message from my Mistress, Lady Obsidian Articglow of Ebony Hall."
"Well, wot is it?" the voice responded.
"My Mistress has noticed that your group appears to be heading in the direction of her holdings and simply wonders at your destination?"
The voice chuckled in response, "It's your Mistress' holdings we're headin' to, mate!"
"Then my Mistress inquires as to your purpose?" he responded.
"Why, 'coz our boss wants 'er land, of course!" the guard supplied, causing Hethkar to grin wickedly, lowering his sword.
"Well," he said, his voice going deep, "Then I'm afraid you'll all have to die."
Another arrow thudded into a tree behind him, after passing right next to his head, "Tch, I missed... You an' wot army, wolf?"
Hethkar chuckled, "I am an army of my own... Just you try and stop me," then he dashed at the gate.
The guard, realizing that Hethkar was too fast for him to hit, quickly reached for the alarm bell, ringing it rapidly as he shouted, Hethkar already passing through the nearly non existent gate, "Arm yerselves, laddies! We've an intruder! All men pick oop yer weapons and prepare fer battle!"
Hethkar was impressed. By the time he reached the center of the courtyard, ten swords-, axe-, and spear men were on their way out to meet him, followed by five archers, already bringing arrows to their bows.
Hethkar stopped, grinning with excitement, "Come, then! Have at thee! Who shall be the first to taste the blade of Wolf's Tail..?"
The soldiers were smart. The spear men went in first, since they had the greatest range, as the archers began taking aim. Hethkar, however,easily deflected the first attack that reached him, impaling the ferret as he stumbled by. Then Hethkar quickly rolled to the side, dodging the six arrows that flew at him, five from the archers and one from the gate guard, still standing on the crumbling tower. As he came out of the roll, Hethkar made a long, wide reaching slash from right to left, gutting two more spear men as the swords- and axe men approached. Finding himself surrounded by the tactful soldiers, Hethkar's grinned broadened and his eyes began to turn color, going from the green of enjoyment slowly to the blue of his true battle fury, and he did a backward moonsault over another hail of arrows, one managing to graze his thigh, but then thud into an axe man's chest.
Landing behind and facing the group that had just been surrounding him, he lashed out as the rest of the army began flooding out as he felled three more.
Hethkar was smiling broadly now. This was going to be fun.
Soon, he found himself ducking, weaving, slashing, blocking, striking, parrying, hacking, deflecting, and stabbing in an intricate, deadly dance, his foes falling to his own blade as often as the skillfully manipulated weapons of their allies. By now, his eyes were literally glowing blue and his breath came out in a thin mist as he fought on, taking only a few small wounds.
Shortly, though, he found himself bored of the slaughter and leapt from the fray, a landing several feet away from the closest of what remained. Nearly half the army was already on the ground, dead or dieing.
Both sides took a moment to rest, but Hethkar recovered first. With a slanted grin, he said, "I grow tired of this..." then the black blade of his sword began glowing faintly blue and he called out, "Ice Winds!" and swung.
Hundreds of sharp, frozen daggers appeared in the wake of his blade, flying quickly out at his foes, striking them fast and hard. Most of those remaining fell to the ground, wounded or killed. Just as those who remained were ready to charge him in anger, a voice rang out, "Hold!"
Everfur stopped as a massive form appeared in the gateway of the dilapidated citadel, holding a massive war axe, which he dwarfed. Hethkar smiled approvingly as the badger, wearing only a kilt, stepped into the courtyard, continuing, "Ye've killed a'most all me men, wolf. Ah'll fight ye noo, ye ken? If ye win, de rest a' me men will head back tae were dey came froom. If'n ye loose, 'owever, we'll carry on oor march agains' yer Mistress. Agreed?"
Hethkar nodded, "Agreed, warrior. The rules of the duel?"
The badger grunted as he walked forward and the remaining soldiers made a wide circle around them, "Tae th' death, any'ting goos. Unless ye 'ave objections?"
Hethkar shook his head, "None at all," then he stood confidently, his sword down at his side, "If you're ready?"
In response, the badger lifted his axe easily in front of him and began circling Hethkar. The blue wolf didn't move. With an insulted growl, the badger charged him, axe held for a horizontal slash as he ran up behind Hethkar.
Just as he came within reach, though, and Hethkar seemed ready to duck, the badger swiftly changed angles, making his attack a downward vertical, instead. Hethkar, however, had actually been anticipating the attack and rolled, then, kneeling, slammed the blade of his sword point first into the ground, "Ice Spines!" he called, and the ground erupted in miniature glaciers, forming and rushing toward the badger like a river.
The badger struck out at the ice with his axe, destroying some of the glaciers, but more formed, knocking the axe from his grasp as they impaled his wrists, and then his thighs. The badger roared in pain and struggled, but found himself unable to move.
In one motion, Hethkar stood, pulled his flamberge out of the ground, leapt at the badger, and ran his sword through the massive creature's chest all the way to the hilt, leaning up to whisper, "I win."
"I'm.. Not done... yet... Wolf..." the badger gasped, then bit down hard on Hethkar's neck, puncturing it with his massive fangs. Hethkar cried out, lifting his blade upward and cutting through the badger's chest and out his shoulder, then turned his blade and decapitated the beast, grasping his massively bleeding neck with a paw as the head, then body, fell to the ground.
Glaring at the few who remained, Hethkar growled, "I hope for your sakes... that you're good on his word..." then stumbled from the ruins.
It had been nearly three and a half days since she'd sent Hethkar out and the pantheress, Obsidian Articglow, was beginning to worry. Pacing her hall, she muttered to herself, "Maybe I shouldn't have sent him alone... I know he's stronger than nearly any other, but still... One hundred...? Was I foolish to send him without help...? I hope he's okay-" then she stopped suddenly, hearing the door to her hall creak open.
What she saw caused her first to sigh with relief, then gasp. Hethkar stood in the doorway, smiling, but he had patches of frozen blood covering parts of his body, the largest covering half his neck and left shoulder, "Hethkar! You're wounded..."
Hethkar chuckled as he walked into the hall, "The task is done, Mistress..." he said, kneeling before her, "And my wounds are taken care of. I will be perfectly healed within a week, with the exception of my neck, which will take close to a month to be fully healed. The attack missed anything vital."
She sighed again, "Rise, my brave Knight... And help me decide on a prize worthy of your accomplishment."
Hethkar stood, "If I may make a suggestion, Mistress?" he asked, looking her in the eyes.
"I just told you to help me, didn't I?" she responded, chuckling lightly.
Hethkar smiled, his eyes now happily green, "Would you allow me to share your bed with you tonight, Mistress?"
Sidi actually blushed at his request, but thought about it, "I hadn't thought about that..." she responded, then nodded, "Yes, my pet... In fact, why don't we enjoy the rest of the day in my chambers...?"
Hethkar's smile broadened and a few flecks of gold appeared in his eyes, "I would like that, Mistress..."
Sidi giggled and nodded, then turned, "Come with me, then, my brave Knight..." she said, wiggling her rump seductively as she walked, Hethkar following closely behind her.
Shortly, they entered Sidi's private chambers and she quickly dismissed her maids, who'd been cleaning the orderly room. Hethkar looked around, this being the first time he'd been allowed into his Mistress' chambers, and saw that the room was just as structured as her mind, everything having a purpose and nothing solely for decoration.
In the corner to his left, a large, wooden chest sat on the dark wood floor, most likely for her hunting gear, he decided, since there was a large wardrobe against the same wall. Opposite the wardrobe and against the other wall was what appeared to be a work desk, probably for her smaller magical experiments and her own studies, judging by the stack of books on the corner of it. Next to the desk was an archway that appeared to lead into a rather spacious water closet. The feature Hethkar was most focused on, however, was the large, soft-looking bed in the center of the back wall, covered in silk, lavender colored sheets.
Sidi locked the door, then giggled as she saw the direction of Hethkar's gaze, but said, "Why don't we start with a bath, Hethkar, and get you cleaned up...?"
Hethkar looked as if he were about to argue, but decided against it, nodding and following her to the water closet.
Sidi smiled as she lead him into her large water closet, a spacious bathing tub in one corner, even with an attached floor drain, and against the opposing wall, a toilet. Sidi walked over to the tub and, with a short incantation, it was quickly filled with steaming, soapy water. Turning to Hethkar with a smile, she said, "Now, help me out of this robe, would you...?"
Hethkar licked his lips slowly, nodding as he stepped closer to her, placing his paws gently on her shoulders, "Anything, Mistress..." then he pushed the neck of her robe over her shoulders and lowered it slowly, bringing himself down with it, coming to his knees in front of her as it dropped to the ground at her feet, gazing with obvious infatuation at her now nude, fine, black fur covered body, his head dangerously close to the sweet spot between her legs.
Sidi blushed, her tail twitching furiously as she took a step back and spoke, "Stand, Hethkar... And allow me to remove your own damaged clothing..."
"Of course, Mistress..." Hethkar answered, his lupine voice as close to a purr as it could be as he rose to allow Sidi to remove his clothing.
She first slipped off his outer shirt, a thin, black shirt with short sleeves, that he always had unbuttoned, and threw the bloodstained thing out of the window opening; they were in the highest part of the castle, so there was little worry of privacy. Surprised by the act, Hethkar rose an eyebrow as she began working at his dark blue shorts, and asked, "M-Mistress...?"
Sidi giggled, purring now, "You're not going to need them... mmmm... For quite some time... Besides, they're ruined... I'll have my maids get you new ones when we're done..." then she slid his shorts down his muscular legs and threw those, too, out the window, leaving him only in his white, cotton undergarments, an a-shirt and shorts, both stained with blood and torn in places.
She then stood and nuzzled him, giving him a gentle, teasing kiss as she fondled his sack through his undershorts, her long, gray-with-black-streaks hair falling over his face and shoulders. Hethkar moaned, and she felt his sheath get firmer under her feline paw, "Mistress teases..." he said as she slid her paw up under his undershirt, scritching his chest fur gently.
She purred as she licked up the uninjured side of his throat and kissed him again, then said, "And you like it..."
Hethkar murred happily, his eyes now mostly gold with pleasure and lust, but only nodded in response.
Sidi smiled at him, then, and slowly lifted his undershirt over his head and off his body, casting it out the window as well, as she licked at a nipple on his chest.
"Oooooohhhh..." he moaned, the lump in his undershorts growing to show that his shaft was leaving its sheath, "Mistress... P-please..."
"Mmm...?" she purred questioningly, "You want something done with... this," she reached her paw down his undershorts suddenly, wrapping it around his thick member and stroking gently, "my pet...?"
Hethkar moaned loudly as Sidi stroked him, "Y-Yes... Mistress..." he managed to answer between gasps and moans.
She smiled, then lowered her body down along his and, when she was kneeling in front of him, slid his undershorts down his legs, inhaling the scent of his musk deeply as she gazed at his inch and a half thick, eight inch long, hard, black meet, licking it gently, then giggling as she stood again, "Well," she answered, "That's going to have to wait until we're done bathing... Now, get in..."
Hethkar groaned, but did as he was told, climbing into the tub, murring at the water's warmth, then moving so that Sidi could follow after.
Sidi smiled and climbed into the tub, moving to reveal every curve of her body to its fullest to Hethkar as she sank into the warm, soapy water, then moved over to him, drawing him into her lap and massaging his shoulders, working the dirt, sweat, and blood from his fur at the same time. Purring, she licked his ear before saying, "So tense... My pet needs to relax more often..."
Hethkar murred, arching against the pantheress' skilled paws, not even flinching as they worked over the bite wound on his neck and shoulder, asking, "Mistress....? D-do you mean...?"
"I mean, my pet..." she answered, nipping his ear as she began working her paws down his back, "That you may find yourself in my bath more often than just this day... And look at all this dirt! I need to keep you clean..."
Hethkar murred louder as Sidi worked with his back, then blushed when he looked down and saw how much grime was coming off his body; actually turning the water and soap suds brown as it lifted. But, then Sidi muttered a few words under her breath and the water was clean again, and stayed that way. Again murring, Hethkar said, "I... would enjoy that, Mistress..." as he began to massage her thighs, which were laying right alongside his.
Sidi's paws slowly worked their way down his back and arms, making sure to get up all the dirt and grime that clung to his fur and she purred loudly as she traced his jagged, black stripe of fur that interrupted the perfect sea of deep, royal blue down the center of his back and to his tail base, scritching it gently, "And such a beautiful tail you have..." she said softly, beginning to clean that, as well.
Hethkar blushed again, "I-It's not that great... is it?" he asked as the object in question twitched under the pantheress' claws.
Sidi nodded, nibbling on the dangling tip of her wolf's ear as she answered, "It is... It's just so... striking... And your fur pattern, too... So defining. I've not known any like you."
Hethkar chuckled, "You're forgetting my sister, Mistress..."
Sidi chuckled, moving her paws below his tail, now, to his rump and giggling at the surprised yip it drew from her pet, then answered, "Ah, yes... The lovely Sapphire... Her fur has its own definitive features, Hethkar, that yours does not possess..."
Hethkar murred at her touch again, his meat throbbing with need under the water, but he did not demand of his Mistress, instead responding, "True, Mistress..." then he shivered as her claws ran along the division of his rump, cleaning the fur in the sensitive crevice, as well.
"Now, then, my brave Knight, my pet..." Sidi purred seductively, beginning to work on the backside of his thighs now, "Why don't you just remain silent and enjoy your Mistress' administrations...?"
Hethkar murred in response, turning around and moving so that Sidi could work his legs easier, her paws not disturbing any wound they touched; in fact, her touch seemed to make them feel better...
Sidi continued to work over his entire body, paying special attention to his sensitive areas; his foot paws, belly, the back of his hand paws, jawline, and ears, as she went, purposely avoiding his crotch, but kissing him gently as she worked her cleansing claws through his fur.
By the time she finally finished cleaning him, his cock was raging, so aroused that he felt like it was going to explode, but he still did not demand of his Mistress, fearing to make her mad and cancel the rest of the day and the night with him. Sidi giggled lightly, then turned around, settling in his lap, rubbing her rump against his shaft, but not wanting it in her just yet. Looking over her shoulder, she purred at her wolf, "Your turn, Heth..."
Hethkar nodded, placing his paws on her gleaming black shoulders, giving her the same treatment she'd given him, nibbling on her earlobes gently and grinning mischievously at the response he got from her.
He paid special attention to the back of her neck, since it seemed to elicit a highly positive response from her, and continued nibbling her earlobes gently, then massaged his way down her back, scritching her tailbase for a bit before moving on to her tail, which he found highly attractive, himself, then gradually worked to her rump, doing the same for her with it as she'd done for him. As he moved onto her thighs, she turned around and stretched out to make it easier for him to work her legs, and she had been purring loudly, mewing, and moaning with pleasure the entire time.
He worked his way back up her legs, looking at her curiously as he massaged close to her mound. Purring, she nodded, and his paw slid over it, massaging her mound gently, his claws stritching the fur to draw any dirt or other grime out. He did that for a long while, wishing he could have something else in that particular area, but, again, did not push the matter, before finally moving up to her belly, and then her chest, his eyes again asking permission before he touched her breasts, which she granted with a nod, so he took them, one in each paw, and massaged them affectionately, rubbing around her nipples gently, for several moments before moving up again, cleaning her throat and then her head, smiling as he found sensitive spots behind her ears.
Finally, Sidi sighed, "Enough, my pet... We're torturing eachother... And it's already been three hours. This bath is officially over," and with that, the water in the tub started draining as Sidi climbed out, followed by Hethkar.
Sidi looked over Hethkar, grinning when she saw that his shaft had actually grown a bit bigger due to his arousal. Rubbing up against him, she purred softly in his ear, "Now... Why don't you come to my bed... and help me dry off...?"
Hethkar smiled, murring as she rubbed against him, "Gladly, my Mistress... Just say the word..." he answered, finding himself strangely aroused by the thought of having sex while still being wet from the bath.
"Then, come..." she said, walking quickly out of the water closet and practically leaping onto her bed, laying in a seductively submissive pose as she looked at Hethkar, who was still standing in the doorway, with lustful, pleading eyes, "Make love to me, pet... And do it hard."
Hethkar bowed to her, then walked up to the bed as he spoke, "As you wish, Mistress..." he then crawled onto the bed, positioning himself on top of her, kissing her.
"Give it to me all at once..." she purred, kissing him back, pressing her rough tongue into his muzzle.
Murring happily, he nodded into the kiss, not wanting to break it as his tongue played with hers and he pressed his thick cock head against her mound, hesitating only a moment, before feeling the intense heat rising from her and slamming down, burying himself completely inside her, his balls slapping against her entrance, and they both moaned loudly into the kiss.
"So.. So tight..." Hethkar gasped, finally breaking the kiss, quickly lapping up the string of saliva that connected their muzzles, and began thrusting in and out, hard and fast, as she had asked, feeling his knot beginning to swell.
The pantheress yowled with each thrust of her wolf's thick, black cock, though from pleasure as she felt him constantly rubbing against her clitoris, driving her body wild as she grasped madly at his back, feeling her own climax approaching, probably inspired so soon by their earlier play in the wash tub. Gasping for breath, she breathed out, "Give me... your knot... my brave... Knight... Tie with... me..."
Hethkar groaned with pleasure as he continued slamming into her, his knot almost to its full size, pressing hard against her mound with each thrust, and breathed back, "As Mistress... desires..." and then, just as his knot reached full size, slammed it inside of her tight feline slit, pushing him to climax, causing him to howl with pleasure as his cum shot forcefully from his rod, quickly filling Sidi and flowing freely from her slit.
Sidi yowled loudly as she felt herself filled so completely, pushing her to orgasm, her hot slit clamping around Hethkar's cock, locking in the fluids still inside her, along with the extra now being produced by her body and the bursts still firing from Hethkar's shaft. She moaned happily when she looked down at where they were connected, her belly slightly swollen from the amount of juices currently held within her and both their crotches covered in white, sticky cream.
Placing a paw behind his neck, Sidi drew her lupine lover down for another kiss before whispering, "Wonderful, pet... Let us do this all night long..."
And so they did, making love deep into the night, sometimes wildly passionate like it had been in her bed, and sometimes slow and teasing, as it had been in the wash tub. Either way, they both enjoyed themselves immensely.
_End: A Worthy Prize
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