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Legend of Krystal: Rough Start

Kantir

Krystal was feeling curious, and aimless. Never a good combination.

She had already been given a few tasks, but with no obvious deadline, or a set order in which to do them. On top of that, she was encouraged to explore the village and meet with everyone who was willing to talk to her.

This tribe was strange in every way she could imagine. Only yesterday, she had been strip-searched at spearpoint and passed around a table like a piece of meat. Today, they wanted to talk, and make nice. From where things stood now, Krystal couldn't quite read them. All the more reason to play along, and hope for them to let her in.

I'll be out of this holy stripper outfit in no time. I know it.

She had already introduced herself to half a dozen males in the tribe, all of whom seemed quite hospitable, though most of them let their eyes wander with impunity. There had been at least one villager in every tent so far, so that appeared to be an efficient strategy for meeting as many new faces as possible, without too many repeats.

The next tent she tried was different from the others. Close to the males' tent, and much larger than the ones surrounding it. The front flap was wide open, a universal welcome sign, according to Meiri. The Razorclaw were a very open people.

After tapping on the leather beside the doorway, and announcing her presence, Krystal let herself in, and had a look around. It was a lavish place to live, with pelts, trophies, and sturdy weaponry along every wall. If she didn't know better, Krystal would assume that the Chieftain lived here.

One particular trophy near the lone bedroll caught the vixen's eye. She approached it and bent down for a closer look. A skinned and dried skull, roughly twice the size of Krystal's head. It had two knives in it, built for throwing; one in the forehead, and one in its left eye socket. It was difficult to skin a kill without removing any foreign objects. Whoever hunted this creature must have been very proud of the kill.

Krystal found herself pulling her tail in front of her, and wringing it to alleviate the tension. Whoever lives in this tent, he's either a gifted warrior, or a crazed killer.

Perhaps both.

A voice behind her matched perfectly with the profile she had just thought up.

"You're a nosy one."

"Ahh!" Krystal nearly toppled over, but she caught her balance, stood upright, and spun about to see who stood in the door.

It was a Razorclaw male, leaning in the doorway. Tall, strong, the most imposing one she'd seen yet. His colors were dark but saturated, and his eyes shone a dangerous shade of violet. Krystal had been led to believe that she was welcome, but this stranger's demeanor clearly begged to differ.

The strange male raised his hand, an imitation of a calming gesture. "No, no. By all means. Turn around, bend over, lift that tail again. I don't mind." His tail slashed the air behind him like a saber. "Does your kind make all your first impressions ass-first? Is it how you say 'hello'?"

Krystal already felt the urge to make a biting remark, but she knew she was out of her element. She decided to act nice, this time. Slowly, clearly, the vixen spoke as she approached him. "I was told by Meiri to explore every open tent, in order to meet everyone in the village." "My name is Krystal. And you are...?"

Violet eyes glared right through her. He batted her hand away. "Not interested in names." Without warning, the stranger took a step forward and took hold of her jaw, in a gentle but controlling way.

He turned her head from side to side, watching her eyes as she glared right back at him.

Displeased, Krystal said, "I may not have right to order you around, but if you keep pushing me, I will tell you to fuck off."

The stranger's tongue slid forth, gently brushing against her cheek, then her nose, then her ear.

"Let me go, right now, or I'm going straight to the Chieftain."

He ignored her warning. "You're warm. I was told you were warm, but I didn't believe it." Then, clearly of his own volition and none of hers, he released her. "You know who told me that you were warm?"

The vixen rubbed her jaw, and snidely shot back, "Who?"

"Viruk."

Krystal's tail kinked. One of her legs leaned into the other. Something deep inside her clenched around nothing.

"He said you were warm all over."

Her next exhale came out as a shudder. She shook her head, and made for the exit. The stranger sidestepped, blocking her in. "Let me pass," she said.

Again, he ignored her words. "I've never seen a creature like you, off-worlder. Your color, your stature, your... shape. From what I can see, you're pathetic from head to toe. Soft, warm, and weak."

"Fascinating. I'll be leaving now--"

"But I doubt that you're useless. I can think of many good uses for the likes of you. Soft, warm..." He raised his claws to his mouth, and wrapped his tongue around his middle finger, quickly rendering it slick with his saliva. "... and weak."

"Let me pass right now, or I'll call for the Chief--"

"One more word, and I'll gut you, bitch!"

Krystal froze, dead silent. Her eyes darted toward the door, hoping to spot a passerby, someone who could help. She saw no one. She would have to wait for her chance.

"That's better." The stranger stepped back. "Now, you have a choice to make." He stepped aside, granting her a straight line to the door. "If you leave, right now, then that's the wrong choice."

The vixen stayed put. This wasn't her chance. Not now.

He kept walking, out to the edge of the tent, where he sat back on a pile of furs and watched her. "There are only two types of people: friend, or enemy. You want to be a friend."

This was getting worse by the second. As soon as Krystal knew she could get out that door safely, she'd run for it.

"If you walk out that door, right now, then you're an enemy, and you won't like that. If you want to be a friend, then your choice is simple."

Krystal remained bolt upright, trembling, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Give me a taste of what Viruk had."

No...

"Take off those skimpy little whore's clothes and come sit with me." He put his hand out on his knee, palm up, and curled it into a fist, save for the middle finger, which he pointed upward. "Slide all the way down my finger in one go, and we'll call ourselves friends."

The vixen stared at the finger, still slick and glistening. She looked out the door.

"Now, how do I get you to take your tits out? Does that open in the front?"

Her instincts told her, just a little longer.

"Well?"

Krystal bolted for the door.

The Razorclaw laughed.

The vixen stumbled out into the sunlight, and sprinted right through the crossroads, straight for the Chieftain's tent. Her right breast slipped free as she ran. She would worry about that later.

Krystal only learned that stranger's name later, when she told the other females about it that night.

Kantir.

His name was Kantir.

---

"Turn around and leave right now, mammal."

"One of the villagers wanted to hurt me, and I'd like for the Chieftain to know."

The guard sneered, and kept his spear barred across the entrance to Jakuul's tent. It wasn't the same guard as last night, the one who had saved her. This one had a meaner look to him, with amber eyes that pierced her. "It is not the place of the Chieftain to allay every single concern of every single villager. You ask Meiri first, and if she sees fit, _she_will call for the Chieftain. Why do you cover your breast with your hand? Are you injured?"

"What? No, I..." Krystal hurriedly tried to adjust her top, to get it back in its decent place. It didn't work. It was on too tight, bunched up underneath. She would need another set of hands fix it.

"Need help?"

Two more attempts, and Krystal let out a groan of frustration. "Please."

The guard jammed the butt of his spear into the ground, with enough force to make it stand on its own. "Step forward, arms raised."

The vixen did so, granting him total access to her chest. It took some tugging, some squeezing, and some probing--mostly of just the fabric--but thanks to him, he had her set, good as new. He even gave her breast one last testing squeeze before she could protest.

"There. That should do it. Now, come closer, so I may test the fit of your hips."

"No. That's not necessary. I'm fairly certain my ass isn't hanging out."

"That wasn't a request, mammal." The guard grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a rough hug. She grunted and tried to pull away, but as per usual, it was no use. She could only stand and wait as the guard's hands wandered down and got an inexcusable, strong, double-handed squeeze, one on each cheek. "We may do as we please with you, short of mating, which requires your permission. Remember that. As long as I'm not sticking anything in you, it's not a crime."

He tested his profound advantage by plying her pert, round ass to his heart's content. Up and down. Rolling together, then apart. At one point, he starting patting each cheek, at a regular interval, until it felt like they were jiggling on their own.

Pat! Pat! Pat!

Krystal started growling. She couldn't help herself. The guard didn't seem to care. Maybe he didn't even notice. He just kept on savoring the moment.

At some point, the growling subsided on its own, and Krystal stayed put, taking it, with her hands pinned between her chest and the guard's abdomen. Something started rising up and pressing against her, just below her belly button. She didn't need to look down to know what it was.

She bit back her rising ire and made a polite reply. "I'd like to go now."

"No."

One of those hands slipped down under her panties, groping at her naked ass. It started to make her shiver. She might start getting wet from this. "When can I go?"

"When I get bored."

The guard had his fun for a few more minutes, then sent her away with another pat on the ass. "Lift that tail nice and high as you walk away. Give me something to think about tonight."

"Go fuck yourself, pervert!"

Krystal stormed away with her tail hanging as low as she could muster. With nowhere else to go, the vixen went straight to the female's tent, and told Meiri what she had told the guard.

Meiri didn't believe her either.

Just a scared, exaggerating off-worlder.

---

Days Later...

---

Kantir walked alone in the jungle, ready to tackle a Krantor and sever its brain stem. In fact, that's exactly what he had been promised.

Damn that bitch, Eri. No doubt she's using me, as usual.

He knew this path. Any further, and he'd come upon the waterfall pond used for bathing and cleaning.

Clearly a fool's errand. He started to turn around, to leave. A Krantor? This close to the village? Ridiculous. Once I get back to the village, I'll cut that old bitch so bad, she'll--

He stopped, mid-thought. He smelled something. A tender smell. A warm smell.

Kantir turned again, and hurried toward the waterfall. It couldn't be. No, it was too good to be true.

As he rounded the last tree, he saw her. Too good, but still true.

That little blue off-worlder female was bathing in the pond, alone, and stark naked. Her back was turned, humming some alien melody to herself. Just above the waterline, her ass was swaying. Either she was expecting a male to come along and rape her senseless, or she was always sauntering around like a licentious little whore, even when by herself. That meant she was either asking for a rough encounter, or she needed to be taught a lesson.

No matter, Kantir thought. I can do both.

Silently, so as not to alert her, he slipped out of his armor, and began stepping out of his loincloth.

---

Better.

Krystal was getting better. She could feel it.

As she bathed in the pond, waiting for the communal cookpot to clean itself out under the waterfall, she finally had some time to think. On that terrible first night, in the males' tent, she feared that she had lost something, a part of herself, forever. Her shame. Her resilience.

Only a few rounds in, she had lost track herself, letting it all blur together, letting them all have their way. For almost that entire day, she had been completely naked, and by the end of that day, she had no longer cared. That Krystal, from that first night, scared and disgusted her now.

And yet, only a few days later, she was starting to feel like herself again. She was rediscovering her sense of inhibition, one scruple at a time.

She started humming to herself, that silly love song that was stuck in her head, well before she had even started the mission. That one melody in the chorus was so nice, and the pulsing rhythm always made her want to move.

Only because no one was watching, Krystal let her hips sway to the imaginary rhythm. Left and right. A bit of a twist, then a flick of the tail. Any male on this planet who could see this would no doubt consider it quite a show.

Those Razorclaw loved the sight of her ass. Always staring. She felt the heat of their glare, whenever she turned her back. One of the guards at the edge of town had asked for a quick squeeze, but she exercised her newfound authority, and said no.

The rank was working. She could deny them now.

Maybe I'll make it work. Maybe I'll get to wear full-on, actual clothes before any of those perverts get another peek at me.

A comforting thought. And with that, Krystal finished her little song, and turned to leave.

Kantir was right there, on the water's edge.

Just as naked as she, he tossed his loincloth aside, where it landed on top of her own clothes.

Krystal gasped, and covered herself with her hands. Her sense of modesty was back in full force.

With an evil grin, Kantir took one step forward, and dropped straight into the water, plunging beneath the surface without making a splash. Not even a sound.

For the next few seconds, it was like he was never there. Nothing to see, nothing to hear. The only proof of his presence was his abandoned clothes.

Krystal kept an arm around her breasts, and a hand over her pussy, as she tried to spot Kantir from her perspective, above the water.

There was nothing. The ripples from the waterfall disrupted every shape on the pond floor. All of the dark stones wavered as if alive. There was no contrast for the vixen to alert on.

Until one of the larger stones got too close, silently gliding towards her.

Before she could even think to run, Kantir erupted up from the water, grabbing her by the arms before putting her back against the boulder behind her.

---

Krystal squealed, looked away, closed her eyes, and kept covering herself.

"Well, well," Kantir mused as he towered over her. "All undressed and ready for me? How considerate."

The waterfall was just too far away to drown anything out. Krystal could hear every word. "N-n-no."

"My eyes don't deceive me, off-worlder. I see a little bitch, traipsing about naked, looking for a playmate! You know, I was told there was a wild animal out by the waterfall. And it turns out, so there is."

"Step back right now, or I'll kill you!"

"Kill me? With what?" He slid a hand up under the arm she was using to protect her breast. She tried forcing him away, but he ignored it, and grabbed her by her soft, cute little curves. His other hand reached around her back and grabbed her ass. He couldn't decide which one he liked more. "Enough of your words, whore."

With her defenses down, Krystal struck back at him, swinging her fists against his chest, hitting him with all her strength. It didn't even hurt. Kantir was done taunting. Now, he laughed.

"No!"

Kantir grabbed the vixen by the hair, and proceeded to drag her out of the water.

"Let's play, bitch!"

---

Krystal had been trained for this. Hand-to-hand combat, assault, dealing with an attacker far greater in size. All of those things had been covered during training.

None of that was of any help now. No weapons, no armor, no leverage, no advantage. Just two naked bodies, one far larger and hopelessly stronger than the other.

Kantir pulled her along by her hair, at his pace, too fast for her to keep her footing. She tripped, and he just kept dragging her behind him.

"Ow! Ow-ow-ow! Stop!"

He didn't stop. Krystal had to hang on to Kantir's wrist, just to pull herself up and take some of the weight off her hair. This wasn't about escape or self-defense anymore. This was only about avoiding pain.

At that point, pain was the only thing that could still be avoided.

Kantir didn't drag her very far. Less than ten paces from the water's edge, he tossed her headlong into massive rock. The vixen only barely managed put her hands up before impact, catching herself, if not exactly graceful.

Before she could regain her balance, she received a quick, harsh slap on the ass. She yelped. Her head pitched back. Her tail flicked up. She was too caught up reacting to his every action, too busy to pull away when his hand slid down around the curve of her rump, then forward, between her legs.

"AIIIYEEE! STOP! STOP THAT!"

His middle finger was already sliding up inside her, a steady, uncaring probe. All she could do was pull up off of it, while raising a leg away from him, trying to twist away, maybe give herself some breathing room. It didn't work; he just kept probing.

"Hahhh... Viruk was right. Turns out, you are warm in there."

Without a rational defensive idea left in her head, she kept twisting away, until her left foot was on tiptoes, and her right leg was raised up all the way, knee pointed toward the sky. All she had managed to do was give him easier access, with him taking a full, open grip of her ass as he fingered her, all with the same hand.

His other hand was much less busy. It simply went under, found a hanging, swaying tit, and started playing with it.

"P-please..." She was shaking, and breathing too hard to voice a full shout.

"Please, what?"

"Please pull your finger out!"

"I will." Kantir started thrusting, making Krystal push against the rock with both hands to keep from bumping her head. "Once you're ready for the real thing."

"Ooohhh...!" Krystal bowed her head, and tried to ride out the storm. Kantir kept probing, kept squeezing. His tongue descended onto her, licking her neck, delving inside her ear. "Mmm! Mmph!" She tried to bite back anything even resembling a moan, but the motion of that finger, as cruel and terrible as it was... was sort of exciting. In a mindless, carnal way, this was pleasuring her.

Krystal bucked along, a few more thrusts, before she noticed that Kantir had paused, still more than two knuckles deep. She felt herself trembling up inside, pulsating around the entire length of the finger.

"Are you getting off from this?"

"No!"

Kantir yanked out of her, turned her around, then pushed her back against the rock and showed her his finger. "Then how are you so wet, bitch?"

Without waiting for a response, he picked her up by the hips and sat her down on top of the stone. It was almost chest-height for her, but a perfect hip-height for him. Rough as ever, Kantir put his hands between her knees and pulled them apart.

With a gasp, Krystal covered her pussy with both hands, which only prompted a sharp, annoyed glare from him.

"Take those puny blue hands of yours and put them on something that actually belongs to you."

Krystal tried to close her knees, but couldn't. His arms were stronger than her legs. Other than that, she didn't move, especially her hands.

Kantir bent over her and screamed, "NOW!"

She surrendered with a silent, full-body flinch, with her hands darting up to cover her tits instead.

Another silent, judging glare. "Those aren't yours either. Try again."

Slow, hesitant, she tried crossing her forearms over her abdomen.

"Wrong again! Last chance, bitch! Find a place for your hands, or I'll bite them off!"

Krystal tucked her arms up, with her hands balled into fists just under her chin. With every idea of what he was planning to do, and no idea how he was planning to do it, Krystal put her hands over her eyes, hoping it was enough. She bit her lip.

Kantir chuckled under his breath. "Oh, good answer. Another good choice would have been your mouth. At least, until I decided I wanted to fuck it."

Krystal didn't reply. She didn't move. She just waited in the dark, as the sun bore down on her. She could feel his hands, still on her knees. She could feel his breath, brushing up against the inside of her thighs. She knew what was coming.

His tongue landed right on target and started rubbing at her, one cunt lip at a time. Each lick was long and torturous. Up one side, down the other. Then, he pulled her pussy lips open with his claws, and started licking at the inside. At, not into. Up and down, smooth and unbroken. His tongue filled only her vulva, maintaining full contact with the clitoris all the while.

Kantir moaned as he salivated over her. She only kept her eyes covered and tried not to squeak. He wasn't making it easy.

Eventually, he won out, and she did squeak.

It must have been what he was waiting for, because right after that, he dragged his tongue up against her, one last time, before slurping it back into his mouth. "You taste good, mammal. I think I've found a new pastime."

Krystal kept quiet. She knew he wasn't looking for a response.

"I like being able to see where the all the blue ends and the white begins. I'll definitely remember this image of you, bitch, even when you've got all your clothes back on."

"Shut up..."

With no further taunt, Kantir pulled one of his hands off her knees.

"Alright. Look at me."

She lifted her hands, and opened her eyes.

He was doing exactly what she was expecting. Hand on his cock, bringing his hips to bear with hers. Lining up. This was happening.

She started scrambling, pulling away from him. It didn't work. "You stay away from me, you fucking--AAHHH!"

Kantir set his hips forward and buried half his cock in her like it was nothing. To him, it probably was. To her, it almost hurt. The son of a bitch wasn't just long, he was wide. Why are all these Razorclaw so well-endowed?

He didn't start by thrusting into her. Instead, he tugged her straight into him, onto him. It got her gasping and squeaking, right from the outset. Her back and arms bumped and scraped against the stone as she was dragged and shoved, back and forth.

"Hmm! Oh! Ah! Stop!"

He stopped, but it didn't seem to be for her sake. Still very much inside her, Kantir hunched over, grabbed her by the back of the back of her neck, and made her look straight into his eyes.

With his free hand, he grabbed her breast and angled his thumb, so that the claw pressed right into the center of her nipple. He put on some pressure, more and more, bit by bit, until it just started to hurt.

"I'm going to put something in your mouth, and you're going to let it in. If you don't, if you bite down, well..." Kantir pinched her breast from both sides. "I'll make my claws find each other, regardless of what's in their way. Got it?"

Krystal bared her teeth, and braced herself. "You won't get away with this."

"Still, got my cock in you." Kantir licked her, right between the breasts, then up her neck, and over her cheek. All Krystal could express was a silent shiver. "Now, open your mouth."

With his thumb at her lower lip for guidance, he pulled the vixen's mouth open. Then, he kissed her, tongue first. It descended into her mouth, slithering around past her teeth, like a serpent all its own. Krystal's eyes squeezed shut, her lips sealed around Kantir's tongue, but she didn't bite down. She didn't try and spit it out. She let him have his way.

The tongue didn't go for her throat. No, it coiled and folded in on itself, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth. Under her own tongue, along the gumline on both sides, it left a healthy trail of slimy reptilian drool in its wake. Before long, Krystal was swallowing down saliva that wasn't hers. After the third time or so, she wasn't gagging at the mere thought of it.

She felt herself slipping, like she had on that first night, looking at everything in past tense, accepting everything by default. How long until she started letting Kantir use her like that, no questions asked?

Never, she thought. She hoped.

He stopped, at around her fifth or sixth swallow, and started sliding his tongue up, back into his mouth. It slurped back into place with a light pop, leaving a long string of drool between his mouth and hers. The Razorclaw let out a long, refreshed sigh. "That was good. You're quite a bit of fun once you know your place."

"My what--? _AH-_hah!"

Kantir thrust into her again, making her scream. With his own unique brand of experienced sadism, the warrior unceremoniously proceeded to rape his victim. Her soft, wet sex gave way around him, unable to resist against his disarming, intruding size. The cock's head demanded the most attention, pushing along her, into her, spreading her at every angle from inside.

His rhythm was slow, but sharp and brutal. Each thrust made her tense up and shake, more and more. As they both hit their stride, she felt a wave of tension forming inside her, that she--dare she even think it--somewhat enjoyed.

Kantir scooped her up and held her against his chest. Something resembling an embrace, but he was probably just holding her at an angle that felt better for him. It was less comfortable for her, but that didn't help Krystal's fear any. She was still certain that she'd be getting off from this.

"You'll be doing this yourself, next time," he said, with barely a hint of strain in his voice. "You'll sit down and rape yourself on my cock, simply because I asked you to." He moaned through a closed mouth and pounded his way through a short burst of quickened thrusts. "Oooh, wouldn't that be fun?"

Fuck you, Krystal would have said, if she believed that she could even utter anything without moaning. She grabbed onto Kantir's arms, and adjusted her legs' position around his hips as she felt the climax close in.

Much like the man who brought it on, it wasn't gentle. The orgasm crashed through Krystal like a hammer blow, causing a full body spasm to reverberate out from her core, through all her limbs, before making her head curl forward and tilt to the side.

"I just made you cum, didn't I, bitch?"

Again, no answer. Krystal just kept on riding it out, gasping for air that never seemed to sate the burning in her lungs.

"When it's my turn, you'll look into my eyes as it happens. I want to watch you feel it."

"Mmmmrrrr..." the vixen groaned, growled, and grunted, all at once, accomplishing nothing. She opened her thighs, just a little wider, to give him some more room with each thrust. Maybe he'd be done faster that way.

As it turned out, she was probably right. Not long after her own climax, Kantir's thrusting grew more and more ragged. His breathing finally started to hitch and hold. They both knew what was coming.

Kantir ended the embrace. With one hand, he grabbed her by the jaw and forced her nose-to-nose with him. With his other hand, he grabbed her ass, to help keep her hips at a good angle.

Krystal's eyes wandered. To the side, down low, anywhere but the two violet eyes burning holes through her. Kantir would have none of that.

"LOOK AT ME!"

She obeyed, and locked eyes with him, just as the first shot of his seed spilled into her womb. As he watched her, her every subtle hint of confused emotions, she felt herself starting to well up. A tear rolled down her cheek, then pooled where it met Kantir's fingers.

The uncaring bastard just kept on rutting, indifferent even to his own pleasure. His cum came out in spurts entirely different from his own thrusting rhythm. It seemed every time Krystal caught another shot of cum, she shuddered again.

Before Krystal could accustom herself with the strange new pace, it was already over. Kantir tugged out of her, rough and clumsy, leaving her gaping and leaking cum. With a squeak, the vixen cupped over her vulva with both hands, feeling as the semen dribbled out between her fingers.

Without Kantir holding her up, Krystal slid down the face of the rock, and quickly landed on both feet. Now standing in the Razorclaw's shadow, clutching, trembling, an dripping with his cum, she waited, not sure what he would do next. Please go away. Just leave me alone.

"You..." Kantir said, tilting her head back with a finger under her chin. "...were a good fuck."

He then grabbed her and threw her to the ground, where she landed on hands, knees, and hips. Without skipping a beat, he crouched down in front of her, and brought his cock to bear, right in front of her nose. "Lick me clean, and then we'll both wash up."

Krystal immediately got to work, lapping at his length wherever her tongue could easily reach. More than anything, she wanted this whole ordeal to be over, and the only way out seemed to be through satisfying him.

Once all the easy reaching was done, Krystal changed her angle, and licked closer to the base. At his guidance, the vixen reluctantly opened her mouth and sucked the length clean, as far as she could fit, which wasn't much.

The sensation of the smooth, tough skin against her tongue made her gag, but she kept at it, knowing that this was the ending brunt of humiliation. She was almost free.

Without warning, Kantir shoved her back, popping free of her mouth as she rolled back into the grass.

"Good enough." Then grabbing her by the ankle, Kantir dragged her back to the water's edge. "Now, clean yourself. I'll watch."

---

The act of 'cleaning herself' was little more than getting all wet again, and groping oneself all for Kantir's sick amusement. Once all sign of him had been washed away, he guided her out of the water, and made her shake herself dry, of course without the privilege of hiding her breasts from his prying eyes. The whole thing must have been quite a show for him.

For a moment, Kantir left her alone, only to clamber back under the waterfall, and gather her cooking pot for her. "You still look wet," Kantir said. He groped her breast to prove his point. "You are still wet. All that fur must be a real bother."

"You seem to like it," Krystal spat. She couldn't possibly overstate her disgust. "Now, leave me alone. I'll come back to the village once I've dried off."

"Fair enough. I'll even carry the pot back for you. But first, allow me to make something clear."

As he explained, the warrior started to dress himself. Loincloth first, then his armor. "I've committed a very serious crime against you. If you tell the Chieftain, he'll have one of my hands. Maybe both hands. Perhaps I will face exile. Perhaps death by beheading. A good outcome for you, no doubt."

Once he pulled his straps tight, and cinched his last belt, the Razorclaw closed in on her, step by step, knowing that he could catch her easily if she tried to run. Once she was in reach, he held her by the scruff of the neck, had her look him right in the eye. "But can you afford to take that chance?"

And again, he bent down and licked her neck. It made her freeze in place, shuddering all over.

"The moment my sentence is carried out, off-worlder, so long as I still live, I will find you. I will walk straight into the females' tent and break your pretty little neck, in my teeth if I have to. I don't care what happens to me, but you have no say in who punishes me. Understand?"

Krystal listened, silent. She saw no reason for him to lie about this.

"You said something before, and I want to know if your opinion has changed."

He lifted her by her throat and watched her squirm. She held on to his wrist, just to keep herself from dangling. It still hurt, immensely.

With his free hand, he grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her in so that her legs wrapped around his torso once more. "Tell me, whore. Will I get away with this?"

Krystal watched him through squinting, pained eyes. He clearly wouldn't let her go until he had an answer that he liked.

"Y... y-y-yes," she wheezed. "You will. I'll tell no one."

He dropped her, and she landed in a crouch, coughing, eyes watering to the point of overflow.

"Good." Kantir turned his back, grabbed the giant cooking pot, and slung it over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. "So now we understand each other. I'll be seeing you."

---

Kantir left her alone, to put her clothes back on.

However, just as she suspected, she couldn't quite manage it on her own. Not yet. They always bunched up around her thighs, and under her breasts. Perhaps those damnable whore's clothes were designed for that. Her body was designated as some sort of gift, for someone else to wrap or unwrap at will.

Still, that left her in a predicament. She had no choice but to wander back to the village naked, with her useless smallclothes bundled up in her hands.

Eventually, she whispered for the guard at the east gate to help her dress, which he did.

With pleasure.