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The Gypsy Queen

By Mantrid Brizon

With a swift kick, Waleran covers the dwindling fire with a wash of dirt; the dry, light-brown mist extinguishes the flames with nary a plume of smoke. As the fire dies, he sighs and pats his toned belly. The eighteen-year-old hunter thoroughly enjoyed his breakfast, consisting of wild berries, two squirrels and half a flask of ale. He's walked the roads of Bohemia for several days, making his way toward the village of Cheb.

With the death of his father, the last of his immediate family, he was left with only two choices: remain in his hovel of a village and apprentice in whatever field he could find - assuming that any would take him in - or walk the roads and find his way toward his uncle's farm, on the outskirts of the village built along the Ohre river. Unlike his uncle, who has a long history near the lively, downright colorful town, his father never owned his lands, nor had a trade. He worked the fields of a Lord for a pittance, as do the other laborers from the dank little village of Waleran's birth.

This never sat well with the young man, who learned how to hunt and fish as a means of survival, poaching in order to supplement the poor-quality food they could afford, whenever they could afford food. The athletic young human, with a healthy tan and shaggy brown hair reaching nearly to his shoulders, slings his old, ash bow and pulls up the hood of his cheap, linen cloak as he prepares for another day of hiking. It shouldn't be much longer now, as if that troubled him. Though the unmarried and inexperienced young man was nervous and fearful of the journey at first, having never left his birthplace, he's swiftly grown accustomed to surviving off of the land.

After all, he owes his strength to the meats of the King's animals, and he'd often slept in the wilderness in order to avoid capture by the local Sheriff. Hunting and foraging have made him dependent upon only himself, and has increased his confidence. With a spring in his step, he makes his way along the road, his hand on his cheap, iron dagger as he trudges along. It's a calm and quiet day, with a blue, cloudless sky and a warm summer breeze. It ruffles the hair that hangs above his brow as he marches along the earthen road, which snakes through the dense forest.

After stopping to refill his now empty flask with water from a stream, and to relieve himself by the nearest tree, Waleran pauses to rest his legs. As he sits upon the soft grass, his emerald eyes gazing up at the sky, he rests his head against the trunk of the tree. That's when he hears a familiar noise. A deer calls out, though not for a mate or to signal its ilk; it sounds panicked. Springing to his feet and retrieving his bow, Waleran is startled as the animal, wounded by two arrows, darts from the brush. Without hesitation, he retrieves an arrow, draws his bow and fires.

The arrow finds its mark, striking the deer in the spine as it runs at full speed, zig-zagging between the brush in a feeble attempt to escape. A little smile spreads across his lips. Few could make such a shot.

“I think it went this way!” A voice calls out.

“I told you to make your shot count!” Another growls.

Realizing that he isn't alone, Waleran swiftly draws another arrow as the figuresemerge from the woods behind him. Turning slowly around and facing the pair, the human finds himself looking upon the forms of two men, both Voeldahn.

“Good day.” Waleran begins. “Was that your kill?”

The men glance beyond the young human, who keeps his bow low but holds an arrow at the ready. Nearly twenty yards away, with an arrow jutting out from its neck, the deer lies motionless in the grass. A hoof twitches. Startled by the accuracy of the shot, the two Voeldahn glance at each other before turning their attention toward the young human.

“It was.” The fox-like Voeldahn in green linens finally replies.

“You seem to have finished it off for us.” His companion remarks.

“It was suffering...” Waleran sternly replies.

“That was unfortunate.” The fox Voeldahn murmurs, bowing his head with shame.

The duo stand in silence before the human. Though the fox-like Voeldahn looks away, his companion, a feline Voeldahn with the appearance of a leopard, stares at the human with icy blue eyes. His long, black hair, with a sheen like raven's feathers, is pulled into a high ponytail, to accommodate his own bow and arrow.

“I suppose... You'll be wanting to keep the kill?” The leopard Voeldahn suddenly asks.

“Hm? Oh! No, not at all!” Waleran chirps, to both men's surprise. “I already ate, and I expect to be able to gather more food in such an abundant forest.”

“Then I must wonder, are you planning to turn us in to the Sheriff?”

“No.”

“And yet you still hold your bow.” The leopard man points out.

“I don't know you, and it's a dangerous world we live in.” Waleran replies.

“Truer words were never spoken... I'm Cedric, and this is Gamel.” The leopard Voeldahn replies.

“Waleran.” The human lowers his bow even further, now holding it at his side. “I'm just a humble traveler.”

“Really?!” Gamel's pointy ears perk.

“Indeed. I travel the road to Cheb. I have an uncle who lives there.”

“As are we. Travelers, I mean.” Cedric replies, a little smile spreading across his face.

Motioning toward his companion, the two men pass by Waleran, who watches as they approach the carcass of the deer. Gamel unsheathes a small knife as he drops to his knees, preparing to clear the deer on the spot.

“To where do you travel?” A curious Waleran asks, approaching the pair.

Gamel looks to Cedric, as if he is afraid to answer without permission. Cedric hesitates for a moment before looking back at the human. His cold, blue eyes scan the young man's form and he inhales deeply through the flared nostrils of his black, feline nose.

“I was just curious...”

“Nowhere in particular. You see, we are Romani.” Cedric finally answers.

Waleran's curiosity is piqued. He's heard the stories of the Romani, the gypsies who've begun to travel throughout Bohemia as early as one generation ago. Before them, few strangers passed through these lands.

“You look strong.” Cedric suddenly remarks.

“I like to think that I am.”

As the leopard Voeldahn suddenly approaches him, Waleran becomes nervous. Cedric reaches out a clawed hand and rests it on his bicep, giving him a squeeze. This only further unnerves the outnumbered youth.

“You have a sleek build, but the arms of a bowman. What business do you have with your uncle? Are you merely visiting? Good archers are always useful. A soldier of fortune, perhaps?”

“Only in my dreams.” Waleran sighs. “I lost my father recently and I hoped to join my Uncle's household.”

“My apologies.” Cedric takes his hand away. “Perhaps you would like to accompany us along the road? We're traveling toward Cheb and it's always safer to travel with others.”

“Oh... Well...” Waleran nervously scratches the back of his head. “I was doing well on my own these past few days, and-”

“You could help us carry the kill back to our camp!” Gamel chirps, still working on the deer's carcass.

“Yes, and we could give you some meat afterward!” Cedric adds.

As he looks over the two Voeldahn, it becomes increasingly clear to Waleran that they likely won't take 'no' for an answer. Once more, Cedric rests a hand upon Waleran. With a hand upon his shoulder and his icy eyes narrowing, his claws dig into the linen of his cloak and poke through the shirt beneath.

“Why not come with us?” He asks in an eerie tone.

Unsure about his chances if he persists, Waleran gulps as he looks up at the taller and stronger Voeldahn.

“Ah-alright.” He quietly begins. “I-I could use the company.”

“That's the spirit.” Cedric flashes a sinister smile.

Pulled along by the leopard man, Waleran is brought to Gamel's side. No sooner than he slings his bow, Gamel heaves a large, burlap sack in his direction. It's filled with the fresh cuts of meat from the slain deer. With his hands now occupied, Gamel takes a smaller satchel and leads the way. Cedric walks behind the pair, doing little to ease the human's frazzled nerves. After quite the hike, they come into a clearing, far from the road. That's when Waleran sees it. A caravan!

Wagons made of wood look like tiny houses, complete with doors at the rear, windows with shutters and even shingled roofs. A large fire in the center seems to beckon to his two companions, who pull the human along. A lone figure sits near the fire, a spear resting across their lap as they seem to stare at the fire. A long and pointy ear perks and the person springs to their feet.

“They're back!” The rabbit Voeldahn shouts, alerting the camp.

Within moments, more people emerge from the wagons, but to Waleran's surprise, they are all men. Every single person he sees, nearly twenty, are men, and of those men he is the only human. A strange wash of fear overcomes the human. Are they truly Romani? So many of the Voeldahn are races not common to the homelands of the Romani. Perhaps they are a gang of highwaymen? Perhaps Cedric's eagerness to keep him from leaving was out of fear that he might reach Cheb and speak of the criminals he encountered.

As they reach the centerpiece of the camp, deep within the circle of wagons, a door swings open. Turning his attention toward the door, which bangs loudly against the frame of the wagon, Waleran is awestruck. Emerging from within is a woman, a Voeldahn, and a most beautiful creature at that! She appears young, about his age, with the softest lines and vividly colored fur; it is an easy way to tell the rough age of a Voeldahn, even at a distance. Her breed is that of a leopard, like Cedric, with golden fur sprinkled with black spots. Her snout, neck and chest are covered in a lighter, off-yellow fur, brighter than the gold which covers the rest of her form.

He can only imagine that this lighter colored fur reaches down her exquisite body, over her womanhood and runs betwixt her legs. What a pleasant thought. Wearing a simple dress, it clings to the young woman's decidedly feminine figure. She is slender but shapely, with a flat belly and slim waist but broad hips and ample breasts, which appear quite perky through her emerald green blouse. Long, black hair, with a sheen like raven's feathers, reaches to her bosom and would cover her nipples, where she undressed. The warm breeze shoves her hair before her face, covering her short, cat-like snout and tickling her black, feline nose.

Reaching up with her dainty hands, she runs her ebony claws through the forest of black before pulling it aside and again revealing her beautiful face. She stares directly at Waleran, the stranger in her midst, and flashes a subtle, innocent smile. At roughly five-feet and five-inches-tall, she is a bit shorter than Waleran, who can estimate her height as she stands before Cedric, who approaches the young woman with confidence. Is she his woman? Are they lovers? As the two leopard Voeldahn share an embrace, Waleran watches on. The taller, five-foot-ten Cedric seems to whisper into her rounded, feline ear, which is golden and tipped with black fur.

Her icy blue eyes shift and her smile widens as she listens to the man. Her gaze is focused squarely on Waleran, who now feels as though he is intruding on the pair. He quickly looks away. As his gaze lands on the men of the camp, he's startled to find that everyone is staring at him. The moment the human catches them, they turn away and continue acting as though he wasn't there. He pulls back his hood and furls his brow, thoroughly confused. After a moment, he jumps when a hand slaps his shoulder.

“Thanks, Waleran!” Cedric chirps as he walks past him and toward the large fire.

Before he can say anything, another voice catches his attention.

“Yes. Thank you for helping my brother and Gamel bring back their prize.” The soft, sweet voice tickles his ears.

Looking over his shoulder, he finds himself within arm's reach of the young woman, who smiles so innocently. Her eyes, however, are as icy as Cedric's, and narrowed as she scans his facial features. The clean-shaven Waleran nervously gulps, his emerald orbs fixated on the pristine creature. He brushes the shaggy brown hair away from his brow and flashes a little smile.

“It was nothing. I-I was happy to help.” He replies.

“That was very thoughtful of you. I'm Ascilia.”

“A pleasure to meet you, m'lady!” He bows his head.

“Oh! And a gentleman!” She giggles.

Her laugh is so soft and downright infectious. Waleran's heart skips a beat. As he stands tall, he looks into Ascilia's eyes. They share a quiet moment.

“You have a strange aura about you.” She says, gently cocking her head to one side.

“I do?”

“Yes. Would you like me to read your fortune?”

“I'm afraid I... I don't have much money to pay you.”

“That's alright.” Ascilia giggles again. “For helping my brother and Gamel with their hunt, I'll do it for free.”

“Very generous of you, m'lady.”

“Please, just Ascilia.”

“As you wish.” His smile widens.

With a wave of her clawed hand, Ascilia directs Waleran toward her wagon. He can feel the eyes upon him as he heads for the wagon. Unable to resist the urge, he glances back once more, only to see the entirety of the camp's inhabitants staring at him. Ascilia quickly blocks his view of the nearly two-dozen men.

“Climb in.” She urges him.

Stepping up and into her wagon, Waleran is taken aback by the intricacy of her mobile dwelling. To his left is a china cabinet, complete with swinging glass doors and polished brass handles on all of the drawers. To his right is a small wash basin, mounted atop a small but ornate dresser made of oak. Two thin benches, one against each wall, acts as a seat, and directly across from the doorway is an elevated platform with bedding and pillows. A silken curtain divides Ascilia's bed from the rest of her wagon. A little window of red stained glass overlooks the draft horses which would pull the wagon.

However, all of these horses are in a makeshift pen, and not attached to any of the wagons. Before her bed and between the two benches is what appears to be a slide-out table, which is draped in a deep blue cloth. Golden tassels hang over the edge of the little table. The centerpiece of the table is a crystal ball, smooth and shiny and sitting atop a brass ring which holds it into place. With her dainty hands pressing against his back, Ascilia giggles as she pushes him inside.

“Have you never seen a woman's box before?” She asks, closing the door behind them.

“Uhm, no, this is my first time in such a confined space.”

Waleran's face immediately flushes as he recalls his own words.

“I-I, uhm!”

“How adorable.” She giggles. “Take a seat. Waleran, was it?”

“Yes, Ascilia.”

Unwilling to further embarrass himself, Waleran is quick to claim the left seat. Ascilia stands beside the little table, looking down at him for a moment. He tilts his head back, his softened brow framing his nervous eyes. Can she see his unease? A smile spreads across her lips and curls around the corners of her cat-like snout. After a moment of silence, she looks toward the right seat and slips in, but not before turning her back and bending forward, giving the human a good look at the curvature of her taut buttocks. As she sits, her tail slithering behind her elegant form like a snake, she leans her elbows atop the table.

Waleran finds himself staring at the young Voeldahn, and though he tries, he cannot help but give her another brief examination. His eyes scan her upper body, everything not concealed by the table or the crystalline sphere. Her dress, though of a simple design, is made of fine fabrics. Dark green in color, it does not look out of place for the typical peasant. Her blouse is one which ties at the back, and the low, square cut reveals the very tops of her ample breasts. Her furry cleavage draws Waleran's eyes like magnets, and makes his manhood swell. Ascilia narrows her sapphire eyes and leans forward, her arms pulled close to her sides and pushing up her bosom.

The increasingly nervous young man shifts his gaze, looking at anything else to ease the growing tension, and the swelling in his trousers. He notices her jewelry, several necklaces and earrings which are simple and cheaply made. Constructed of polished bronze and with some pieces made of silver, they gleam in the soft candlelight within her enclosed, wooden wagon. What gems are inset into her necklaces are tiny and common; quartz crystals, onyx and amethysts. Her dainty hands hover over the crystal ball, the centerpiece of her table. Her claws caress the artifact, making a soft tinking and scraping sound. The light makes the tips of her dark colored fur glisten, like the sun reflecting off of the surface of still water.

“Are you ready to hear your fortune, Waleran?” She asks with a strange, sultry tone.

“Yes, Ascilia”

“Mmmm... Then be a good boy and close that shutter.”

Waleran obeys, closing the shutter just as Ascilia closes the other, behind her. Now the only light that pierces through are from the red stained-glass windows, at the front of the wagon and in the door. With one hand hovering over the crystal ball, Ascilia reaches for a small, lit candle and an unlit torch. Lighting the little torch, a thin metal hook which bears a thick wick, she uses the glowing ember to light a pyramid of incense near her crystal ball. Lighting several more candles, she moves the torch aside, seemingly shaking the flame out of existence. Her right hand drops below the table and Waleran hears the metal hook as she sets it into a pan or bowl out of his line of sight. With one hand hovering over the ball, Ascilia closes her eyes and tilts her head back.

“Ooohhh-yes...” She coos, her chest jutting forward.

Waleran cannot help but stare.

“I can see... Through the fog of time!” She exclaims, her chest heaving as she begins to breathe quiet heavily.

Waleran stares at her gently jiggling mammaries, his emerald orbs as wide as silver coins. Suddenly, the crystal ball begins to glow, a sickly green light coming from the base of the ball. The strange sight attracts his attention even moreso than Ascilia's beauty. He leans back as the crystal ball glows brighter and brighter.

“I see your future, Waleran! I see a warm home, a wife, small children... I see the rolling hills beside your farm.”

“You do?!”

“Yes. I see your joy. You've lived a peaceful life but... Wait... What’s this?! Oh... Oh, no!”

“What?”

She gasps and jumps in her seat.

“What is it?!” Waleran raises his brow, startled by the sudden change in her demeanor.

“Oh, that’s not good! There is danger surrounding you. Your future is clouded. The wife and children are held on by a mere thread.”

Opening a pouch which hangs on a corded belt around her slender waist, she pulls out a handful of strange, purplish-red powder. Lifting her hand, she takes a deep breath through her nostrils and blows the powder in his direction. He shifts in his seat, leaning backward and pressing his back into the wooden wall as the cloud envelops him. Leaping out of her seat, Ascilia moves around the table and stands beside Waleran as he coughs on the strange substance. She blows another cloud over his head.

“This will protect you!” She insists.

He coughs and winces as he feels a sneeze coming to the surface.

“No, no!” She quickly covers his mouth and nose with her tainted hand, the powder so sweet smelling and yet so irritating. “You mustn’t expel the dust! Its magic must seep into your very bones if you are to be safe!”

After a moment, the sneeze subsides, right around the time his head begins to spin.

“What in the Lord’s name...” He murmurs.

His head slumps back as he stares at the ceiling, his pupils dilating.

“You feel it now, yes?”

“Wha... What was... What was that?” He chokes out.

“Magic dust.” She casually replies, reclaiming her seat across from him.

“Wha... Was in... In it?” He somehow manages to speak.

“Mostly sacred herbs, some aromatic spices, bonemeal... Oh! And dried chicken blood!”

“I feel... So strange...”

“Mmmm-yes. That's the magic, doing... Its thing.” She replies, whirling a hand in the air as she casually glances at her crystal ball. “How does your head feel?”

“... Heavy...” He speaks in a low, raspy voice.

Ascilia perks up. Her innocent smile returns and she calls out to him.

“Waleran.”

Hearing her sweet voice speaking his name, he shifts his eyes toward her. With her clawed hands resting flat upon the table, Ascilia stares at him with a strange, wicked gleam in her eyes. Narrowed and sharp, her icy blue sphere glint like the edge of a knife in the moonlight.

“Waleran. Do you hear me?”

“Y-yes.”

“To where do you travel?” She asks.

“T-to my Uncle's farm.”

“Do you see the crystal ball?”

She rests a hand atop the artifact, her claws repeatedly clicking against the glowing centerpiece.

“Yes, Ascilia.”

“Watch the crystal ball.”

With a firm grip on the ball, the leopard woman twists her wrist and spins the crystalline sphere. The imperfections in the orb molests the light, bending it in strange ways. Swirls of green hold his eyes in place, and even the dryness cannot force him to blink.

“To where do you travel?” Ascilia asks again.

“To... My... Uncle's... Farm.” He replies in an eerie monotone.

“Are you certain?” She asks with a sweet tone.

“Am I?”

“I don't think you are, Waleran... To where do you travel?”

“I... I don't... Remember.” He answers.

“If you have nowhere to go... Wouldn't you rather join us?”

“Join you?”

“Join us, Waleran. You want to join us, don't you?”

“Yes...” He replies. “I... Want to... Join you.”

Rising up from her seat, Ascilia moves slowly around the small table. After only a few steps, she's already traversed from one side of her living wagon to the other. With Waleran hypnotized by the still-spinning orb, leaning back and against the wall, she slithers into the seat with him. Ascilia lifts her tail and plops her perky butt atop his lap.

“Oh!”

She jumps and flushes beneath her fur. Even in this state, the human's manhood could not be tamed. Startled by the size of it, she slowly sits back down. His erect manhood runs along one cheek and bridges the gap toward the other, and feels considerably thick.

“Ooohhh...”

Slipping an arm around his neck, Ascilia places her hand behind his head, her claws and slender fingers running through the forest of his chestnut hair. She lifts up his head and blocks his view of the spinning crystal ball with her face. He turns his eyes toward hers, staring into her icy blue pools as she stares into his glistening, emerald orbs.

“I am so pleased that you will join my caravan, Waleran... Sooo pleased.” She coos as she grinds her buttocks into his erection. “Will you serve your new Queen? Will you be loyal to Ascilia?”

“Yes, my Queen...”

“Good.”

Leaning in, Ascilia uses her free hand to stroke his face. She examines his features, his boyish good looks and his thin, straight nose. The Voeldahn had always found humans to be so alluring, so exotic. Rarely did she have the chance to encounter them, and with Waleran so close and so helpless, she feels a sinister urge. As she nibbles on her bottom lip, she considers what she could do with him. It's been some time since she's enjoyed the company of a man. Despite the many men outside, they are loyal servants to her; she's never used them for more than their strength, for their skills with a bow, a sword or an ax.

Furthermore, she never found any to be so alluring as Waleran. Looking over his features once more, she leans in and nuzzles his face with her snout, fighting the urge to do more. With a nervous gulp, Ascilia plants a soft kiss upon Waleran's lips. It's electrifying. She gasps and sits upright, smooshing his manhood further into her buttocks.

“No, Ascilia. This is wrong.” She begins to speak to herself.

“This. Is. Wrong?” Waleran replies in his numbed monotone.

“He is attractive, yes, and a human.” She slithers out of his lap and stands to her paw-like feet.

“Attractive. Yes.” Waleran continues.

“But to use him? In this state? Would that not be rape?”

“Use. Me.” Waleran remarks.

“What fun could I have telling him what to do?” She continues to think aloud.

“Tell. Me. What. To. Do.”

“Please, be silent, Waleran.” She sighs.

Standing with her back toward the human, she crosses her arms before her chest and brings a hand to her face. She nibbles on a claw as she contemplates what to do, only to glance over her shoulder, her nail stuck between the teeth of her upper and lower jaws.

“Nnnn... But you're sooo attractive!” She whines and stomps a foot. “No. No, Ascilia. You are better than this.”

Just then, she has an idea. Her eyes light up and she returns to her seat, across from Waleran. She spins the now still crystal ball one more time.

“Waleran? ... You may speak now.”

“Yes. My. Queen?”

“Listen very carefully...” She coos, her lips curling into a sinister grin.

Cedric stands outside, near the fire which the other men attend. He looks back and watches them for a moment, then focuses again on Ascilia's wagon. She's spent more time than usual with the human, whom Cedric has returned to his sister to twist into another loyal drone. She's done this to all of the men, aside from her brother, who was banished from their village alongside her. It's been a part of their plan for revenge for some time. The elders of their village, fearing Ascilia's growing influence and her sinister trickery, which she'd begun using to attain all that she'd ever wanted, were certain that she would usurp them.

They managed to send the woman and her brother away, leaving them with nothing but the clothes on their backs. After stealing the appropriate supplies, Ascilia began small. Gamel was the first to fall under her spell, and others soon followed. The grew in numbers and wealth, and now the caravan belongs to her, as do the wagons her loyal drones have so painstakingly built for her. However, it was always a means to an end, and in that regard, Ascilia never spent so much time with one man before. Cedric knows his sister's proclivities all too well. As he approaches her wagon, however, the door finally swings open. An uneasy Waleran stumbles forth, moving shakily as he heads for the fire. His hair is unkempt, raised up in some parts.

“Go eat, Waleran.” Ascilia speaks sweetly and pats him on the back.

“Yes, my Queen.” He replies as he passes by Cedric.

“Pardon the question 'my Queen' but what took you so long? You've never spent so much time with a new slave before.”

“Please, don't call them that. I don't enslave. I merely influence.” She replies, visibly offended.

“Uh-huh... So... What were you influencing him with?”

“Just what are you implying, brother?” She crosses her arms before her chest and glares.

“I mean, we've been on the road for a long time... I know how much you adore humans, and he's the first one we've seen; they aren't exactly common in these parts.”

“Ugh! I have no idea what you could be suggesting!” She turns her back on Cedric and takes a few steps away.

“Don't pretend to be dense. I've heard you 'entertaining yourself', and I know you'd rather have man.”

“Cedric!” Ascilia whines.

“It's only natural! I'm merely suggesting that, if given the opportunity to... Indulge... Maybe the urge would be too difficult to resist?” He speaks rather sheepishly.

“Well...” She looks over her shoulder and into her brother's eyes. As she nibbles on her bottom lip in a feeble effort to control her smile, Cedric raises a brow. “I may have given him more instructions.”

“Such as?”

“I admit, the thought crossed my mind, but-”

“Hah! I knew it!” Cedric interrupts.

“But I simply could not bring myself to use his body in that state! So! ... I gave him the confidence to approach me.” She adds, her voice softening the more she continues. “He should make a move on me in the next couple of days. I can wait that long.”

Flabbergasted, Cedric is left with his jaw dropped and his icy blue eyes as wide as silver coins. He stares at his sister, who looks him over with a raised brow.

“What?” She asks, as if nothing were amiss.

“I just didn't think you would actually do that. Is your attraction to him that strong?”

“What can I say?” Ascilia says with an innocent smile, turning her attention toward Waleran, who now sits and eats with the other men. “He mesmerized me.”

“Well... Alright! You deserve a fine man... But I get lonely too!”

“Did you want my company?” She teases, seductively lifting a shoulder.

“Ugh...” Cedric winces.

“Hehe!”

“If we stumble across a woman, even a homely one, please consider 'telling her fortune' for me.”

“Oh, alright.”

With a pleased grin, Cedric lovingly pokes Ascilia's nose with the tip of his finger, then returns to the others without saying a word.

“Alright, Waleran... How long will you take?” She murmurs to herself.

Part Two.

After their feast of the deer, Waleran is welcomed into the fold by the other loyal drones. He pledges his undying loyalty to his Queen, before everyone. With Waleran now the newest member of their caravan, he is eager to ride atop the wagons with the others, even as they bypass Cheb. As he watches the town come and go, and they disappear into the wilderness beyond the outlying farms, the human cannot for the life of him recall why he ever wanted to go there in the first place. Several days pass, and Waleran makes it a point to speak with Ascilia every day.

By the second day he sits beside her, by the third day he touches her arm, and by the fourth day he compliments her beauty, likening her to the radiance of a full moon. However, it isn't until the sixth day that he steals a kiss from her, as they sit together beside the campfire. Ascilia is taken aback, not from the kiss or from his new-found confidence, but because of the way it makes her feel. She'd hoped for a night of carnal passion but as their lips parted ways, she felt her heart skipping a beat. Why was she so nervous, when she herself gave him the instructions and boosted his ego?

For the rest of that day, she kept herself locked away in her wagon, instructing Cedric to drive it in her stead. As they made camp for the night, she could not help but take a walk. The ride gave her time to think, but the night air might give her peace.

“Ascilia?”

She gasps and whirls around, her hair swishing through the air, as does her long, feline tail.

“Waleran! You startled me!”

“I apologize. I was hoping to see you tonight. I was thinking about you.” He says with a warm and genuine smile.

“Y-you were?” She feels herself flushing beneath her fur.

“Yes. I saw the moon in the sky and I wondered about you.” He says, his emerald eyes locked onto her sapphire orbs.

“Oh...” Her flushing grows worse.

Approaching the gypsy queen, Waleran reaches out a hand and caresses the soft fur of her wrist, his fingers inching their way towards her palm. Ascilia's heart races. She feels like a little girl sitting beside her first crush. As his fingers coil around her hand, they weave between her dainty appendages, locking their palms together.

“I've thought about you a great deal since I joined this caravan. In truth, I believe I only joined it because of you.” He remarks.

“Is that so?” She replies, a tinge of guilt overcoming her.

“Yes. Your beauty is unlike any other. Your smile is... Infectious. I miss you when I'm away from you. I just wish to know you more.”

Lifting her bowed head and looking into his eyes, she can see his unbridled passion. Her bottom lip quivers. Is this what love is like?

“I became fearful after you left, after the kiss I gave you. I don't wish to offend or upset you, but you must know that my passion for you... I'd have given you so much more.”

As he takes a step closer, his nose nearly touching hers, she can feel her heart briefly stop.

“You're the salvation I have been searching for... The respite along the road... But I won't force you to return the affection.” He says, his lips coming closer. “Just know that the fire in my heart burns only for you.”

With a soft kiss, Ascilia can no longer hold back. His attitude and his confidence, it is strong, but his words and his touch are so soothing and soft. He is the perfect combination of emotion and masculinity, and as the bowman's strong arms wrap around her slender body, pulling her in and pressing her ample breasts against his chest, she knows that there is nowhere else she'd rather be. One kiss becomes many, and as the kisses continue to increase, so too does their passion. She isn't sure who opens their jaw first, though she wonders if it was her. Soon, her tongue caresses his and their appendages wrestle for dominance.

Waleran is the victor, and as he wins the battle over her tongue, he lies her down in the cool grass. Is this truly happening?! Is this the moment?! As his hands caress her form, she feels a burning within her loins. She can hardly stand it. A moisture develops betwixt her legs and begins to control her mind. His hand slips through the top of her blouse and fondles one of her large and perky breasts, his fingers very gently pinching one of her pink nipples. Ascilia gasps and lets out a little cry. At that moment, she realizes where they are. What if the others hear her and approach?! That won't do! There is only one place where she can enjoy him without worry.

“Wait.” She rests a hand over his.

“What's wrong?”

“Not here... Come with me, to my wagon.”

“Yes, my love.” He says with a smile.

Her heart skips a beat yet again, and her desire doubles. No sooner than he lifts her from the grass, she grabs hold of his hand and darts toward her wagon, pulling him along as she races for the wooden carriage. Suddenly, she's pulled back. She stops and turns.

“What's wrong, Waleran?!” She asks with a hint of disappointment.

“Nothing.”

The human then abruptly scoops Ascilia into his arms, making her giggle as she's carried like a bride by her soon-to-be lover. Returning to the camp, none are outside to witness as Waleran carries her toward her wagon. Ascilia pulls open the door and he gently sets her down over the threshold; the door is too thin for him to carry her inside. With a wave of her clawed hand, she lures him inside, closing and locking the door behind him. She moves past Waleran to hastily close and latch her windows and shutters, pausing only when she looks upon the table bearing her crystal ball. She turns to him, rests her hands upon his chest and gives him a kiss.

“Wait just a moment.”

Returning her attention toward her crystal ball, she tries to block his view with her body, presenting her buttocks and hopefully diverting his attention. She peeks over her shoulder and swishes her tail, hypnotizing Waleran in a far more natural manner. With his attention diverted, she begins her work. Removing the crystal ball reveals a hole in the table, with a pane of stained-glass, green in color, placed underneath the ball. She moves the small lantern away, mounted beneath her table and shrouded by the blue cloth with golden tassels, and places everything in a cabinet beneath the right seat, then shoves the table backward. It slides underneath her sleeping area.

Just then, Waleran cannot help himself. He steps forward and grabs hold of her hips before pressing his groin against her perfect buttocks. She gasps, feeling his swollen manhood against her body. It's so firm, so warm. Her willpower melts away, but she still desires another moment of control. Straightening her back and standing tall, she turns around, throws her arms around Waleran's neck and gives him several passionate kisses. As they kiss, she turns him, moving slowly and methodically, as if they were dancing, until his back faces the bunk.

She takes a step forward, pushing him back. They stand between the seats, where her table once was. With a clawed hand, Ascilia pushes the thin, see-through curtain aside, the soft fabric as light as a feather. His buttocks bumps the edge of her bunk as they take another step.

“I've wanted you for so long.” He says between kisses, his breathing heavy. “You have no idea how badly I desire you.”

“Show me.” She whispers into his ear.

“Oh, I will.”

“Wait!”

Once again, Waleran stops. What is it this time? He looks down at Ascilia, who's eyes shift toward his groin. As they slowly rise to meet his gaze, she wears a strange smile. Is it innocent or is it sinister?

“After me.” She coos.

Flashing a toothy grin, Waleran places his palms atop her bed and hoists himself up before leaning back on her bed. The red bedding is so soft! With her grin growing increasingly wider, Ascilia leans forward and begins to untie his belt. She gazes at the very visible bulge in his trousers, which she so eagerly unwraps. He lifts his humble tunic and removes it as she pulls away his old, leather belt and tosses it aside. With a swift but gentle pull, she draws his pants and linen undergarments toward his ankles in a single motion. With a loud 'plop', his manhood flops backward and strikes his toned belly.

“Oh, my!” She gasps, laying eyes upon his exceptionally well-endowed manhood. “Ooohhh...”

Reaching out and gently grasping onto his member, she lifts up his long and girthy organ. As her fingers wrap around his manhood, the claws of her middle finger and thumb only barely touch each other! Overwhelmed by her curiosity, she uses her other hand to grasp at the base. So long is Waleran's penis that there is a gap as wide as several of her fingers between his pelvis and her hand, between both of her hands and even between her uppermost hand and the rim of the head of his cock, which is also quite bulbous.

“By God in Heaven.” She gasps.

Her clawed hands slowly stroke his firm, throbbing flesh, her pink tongue licking her lips.

“Well, aren’t you a big and strong young man.” She giggles.

“Th-thank you, Ascilia.” The virginal Waleran chokes out, his breathing quickening.

“Have you ever felt a woman's touch before?” She asks, stroking him faster.

“No. You're my first.”

“Really?!”

“Yes. And hopefully my only.” He says, flashing her a little smile as he looks down at her.

“Aww! Even now, you are sweeter than a freshly baked cake.” She gushes, her body quivering with nervousness. “P-please, relax and enjoy my work.”

Waleran reaches for a cylindrical pillow in a red case and pulls it behind his head, using his arms to hold it into place. He watches with eager anticipation as Ascilia licks her lips once more. She pulls at his manhood, waving the heavy and bulky organ back and forth for her own amusement. She then pulls it toward her lips and gives the underside of the head a kiss. One kiss becomes two, and her lips soon caress the sides and underneath of his manhood. She kisses all the way down, taking a moment to admire Waleran's exceptionally large testicles.

Each is larger than a chicken's egg, and his scrotum, so full and plump, is only slightly wider than the shaft of his manhood. She's not only chosen a most attractive human, one of the prettiest men she's ever laid eyes upon, but one with genitals that could rival a horse Voeldahn! She gives each testicle a kiss, then a lick. Ascilia draws her tongue along the base of his penis and all the way back to the swollen, bulbous head, which she swiftly envelops with her lips. Waleran gasps as he feels the warmth of her mouth over his penis, a new experience for the young man.

After a moment of watching and enjoying her ministrations, she turns her eyes and looks up at him. Something about seeing the leopard Voeldahn's icy blue spheres gazing upon him, her head bobbing up and down on his manhood as she uses a dainty hand to brush her long, flowing hair away from her face, is utterly hypnotic. He sits upright and moves her hair aside, before collecting it into a ponytail, which he then holds onto. Ascilia feels his hand as he moves with her, helping her swallow increasingly more of his length. However, she is only a mortal woman, and her mouth can only fit so much of his penis. She coughs and he is quick to let her pull away.

“Are you alright?”

“I'm wonderful.” She coos, wiping a trickle of saliva that runs from her lips and down the fur of her chin. “Shall we continue?”

He smiles and leans back, allowing Ascilia to continue to taste his wonderful flesh. Why does she enjoy this so much?! He reaches out and slithers his fingers beneath the shoulders of her blouse, pushing them away. As he sits upright once more, he leans forward and begins untying her garment, which soon loosens and falls to the floor in a heap. She stands tall and takes a breath, her nearly nude body now revealed to him. She wears wrappings of black silk, which cover her breasts and attempt to hold her large mammaries in place. An identical piece of black silk wraps around her waist, runs betwixt her legs and around the base of her tail, before again running around her waist.

It appears like a very short skirt dangling over a skin-tight, Y-shaped undergarment. Waleran has never seen anything like it. He cocks his head with curiosity but Ascilia is in no mood to teach him how to handle these foreign clothes. She reaches back and unties her breast wrap, which drops to the floor. She then pulls out one end of the single, long strip of fabric which makes up her undergarment. She teasingly unwraps herself, but the more she removes the more loose her clothing becomes and it soon falls away from her body. It too lands in a pile at her ankles. Her feminine splendor is now on full display.

“Oh, my...” He chokes out.

Waleran moves from the bed, sliding over the edge to stand before her. Ascilia seems surprised, watching to see what he will do next. His hands rest upon her shoulders before gliding down her arms, over her wrists and onto her hips, then sliding right back up but along her sides. She shivers from his electrifying touch. His hands move over the sides of her ample breasts, covering her feminine orbs and giving them a gentle squeeze. She gasps. Waleran very carefully, even teasingly, pinches her nipples.

Suddenly taking control, he slips an arm around her waist and pulls her close, jamming his saliva-drenched penis between the small gap of her toned legs. His rock-hard and burning hot flesh grinds forcefully against her dripping wet nether lips, rubbing her clitoris the entire way. She crumbles, falling against him and gripping feebly to his shoulders. He does not fail her and swiftly spins them around. With a hand around her back and resting on her side, the other grips firmly to one of her plump yet perky cheeks. He hoists her up and sits her upon the edge of her bunk, then gently lies her down, onto her back.

Now as she lay in the same position he was in only moments ago, Waleran stands between Ascilia's legs. He leans forward and kisses her lips so tenderly and yet so forcefully. His lips move from away from hers and along her snout, over her cheek, down her neck and toward her breasts. Each breast receives many kisses, with his tongue gently lapping at her now firm, pink nipples.

“Ahh! Ooohhh, Waleran!” She coos, her chest heaving as her breathing quickens.

His hands glide over her thighs and soon she can feel his fingers teasing her womanhood. He slips a finger inside. Ascilia gasps. Are his fingers really so much larger than her own? She looks up. The window above her bunk is still open! She reaches out and hastily closes the red, stained-glass window, just in time to feel Waleran inserting a second finger. He wiggles them about within her loins, causing her toes to curl and her legs to shake. How much more pleasure will he bring her when he actually inserts his manhood?! Suddenly, and to her surprise, Waleran leans forward, placing his head between her legs.

“W-Waleran?!”

“Yes, my love?” He looks up, his lips inches away from her vagina.

“Wh-what are you doing?!”

“I'm returning the favor.” He says with an innocent smile.

Returning his attention toward her loins, Waleran gives her little pussy a sniff, making Ascilia flush until her face burns. He then leans in and gives her clitoris a little kiss. With each kiss, he becomes emboldened. His tongue begins to caress her already dripping wet flesh, making her desire explode. Why won't he just take her?! Her hand shoots down and her fingers weave through his hair, her entire body wriggling as she moans. Her other hand squeezes a breast. He pleasures her in a way that no man has ever thought to pleasure her before, not that she's had very many men to begin with. Still, Waleran already surpasses them all.

“Ahh! Ahh! Mmmm-yes! Ahh-please! Please, Waleran! Don't tease me anymore!” She cries out.

“Is that what I'm doing? I thought I was pleasuring you.” He replies, looking up at her with a smug grin.

“You know what I want. Please. Hhff-hhff! Climb up here and give it to me!”

Without saying another word, Waleran stands tall and stares down at Ascilia's quivering pussy. With a clawed hand gripping firmly to a breast and the other resting so neatly on her inner thigh, she tilts her head forward and watches the human with a lusty gaze. He holds the base of his manhood and taps his organ against her flesh, but as the bunk is so high, to accommodate the slide-out table and bench seats beyond it, only the tip of his manhood, which stretches just above his bellybutton, can even touch her flesh. He rubs the underside of his bulbous cock-head against her dripping wet, pink nether lips.

“Please! Ahh! Don't tease me!”

“As you wish, my love.” He replies.

True to his word, Waleran climbs atop the bunk, shifting his lover as he does so. Now lying longways, the red tinted window toward their side, Waleran lies on his back and reaches out for Ascilia. She knows what he desires without him ever having to speak. She rolls over, onto one side, then throws a long, slender leg over his body. She sits upon his lap, her womanhood pressing into the long and fat shaft of his rock-hard cock. The bulge running throughout the center of his shaft presses into her nether lips, spreading them apart ever so slightly.

With a rock of her hips, she moves along his shaft, smearing her vaginal juices all over his manhood. Up and down, over and over, she prepares herself for the ultimate pleasure. Never before has she had a man like Waleran, though he would only be her third. She rests her hands atop his chest and begins to rise, her paw-like, digitigrade feet planted firmly atop the red bedding of her bunk. For reasons unknown to her, Ascilia feels a wash of nervousness that is almost overwhelming. Rising higher and higher, Waleran keeps one hand upon her hip while the other reaches down and grasps onto his manhood, which he lifts up and presents to her.

Ascilia tilts her head forward and gazes down upon the spear of a penis that awaits her. It's so thick, and even now it looks so close! She bites her bottom lip as she prepares herself. Moving her loins upward, she places herself directly over Waleran's manhood as she squats above him.

“Are you ready, my love?” He abruptly asks.

“Y-yes...” She sheepishly replies.

“Take your time.”

He is so gentle and so considerate. Her heart warms as she realizes that even now, with the control that he has, he relinquishes it to her. With a subtle nod of her head, she takes a deep breath and readies herself. She slowly lowers her body and feels the bulbous head of his cock pressing into her nether lips. The air catches in her throat as she feels the spreading of her loins. It’s further than anyone or anything has ever spread them before. A bit more force and she moves a little lower. With an audible 'pop', Waleran's manhood penetrates her loins. She gasps.

“AHHGHAAHH!” She cries out. “RRRR-YES! NNNnnnn!”

Ascilia shivers as she finally sits upon his manhood, her tail outstretched as she holds herself above her lover.

“Oooohhhh-yes... Oh, by the Heavens.” Waleran gasps.

Opening her eyes, Ascilia looks upon his face, seeing the raw pleasure overcoming him. They've hardly begun, and already he seems poised to surrender. It boosts her feminine ego and she finds herself desiring to push him to his limits, as well as herself. However, with a lover so well-endowed, that is easier said than done. Slowly pushing the long and fat organ into her taut pussy, her vaginal canal stretches wider than it ever has before. Her lubricating fluids slosh from her quivering loins, while puffs of air are pushed forth, causing her to perpetually flush beneath her fur.

With the bulbous head firmly embedded and the shaft driving deeper and deeper, she begins to move very slowly and methodically. Up and down, over and over, she gently bounces atop her lover's gargantuan manhood. With each bounce, she moves further and further down, taking more and more of his girthy shaft inside of her loins. After a long while, she glances down to see how much of Waleran she has conquered, only for her sapphire eyes to bulge nearly out of her head. With just about half of his manhood stowed inside of her stretched and quivering vaginal canal, she holds herself still.

“Hhff-hhff... You are, hhff, certainly quite a, hhff-hhff, big and strong young man, hhff, Waleran.” She says, gazing longingly into his emerald eyes.

“Th-thank you, Ascilia.” The panting human replies, his eyelids fluttering with his exponentially growing pleasure.

“Nnnn-yeah! Oooohhhh!”

She groans, wiggling her hips as she takes even more of his big cock within her dripping wet womanhood. After what feels like ages, her plump, furry buttocks plops softly against the tanned flesh of his thighs. Waleran's large and full testicles press firmly against her ass. She's finally done it. She looks down to marvel at her own magnificence, having enveloped the whole of his manhood into her taut, little pussy. Is that a faint bulge in her belly?! The though makes her giggle as she rocks her hips, wiggling his penis back and forth within her stretched womanhood.

“Mmmmmmm...”

With his hands placed gently upon her hips, he rests his head back, feeling every last millimeter of his lover’s tight, hot and soaking wet vagina caressing the entirety of his considerable phallus. Never before has he felt anything so incredible. Ascilia begins to bounce, her buttocks plopping against his balls as she moves up and down, up and down. Plop, plop, plop, plop. Her cries of pleasure grow louder and more animalistic, the pleasure overwhelming her.

“NNGH-YEAH! RRRR-RRRR-RRAHH! Ooohhh... Hhff-hhff! Y-you j-just, nngf-rrrr, might be, nngf-nngf, the one, hhff, Waleran.” She says, her eyes closed and her voice quivering as she pants and growls.

“Ascilia?” He speaks softly, his breathing shallow but heavy.

“Of my little horde, nngf-nngf-rrrr, none have claimed my loins. Nngf-hhff! Or my womb. Nngf-nngf!”

She begins to bounce much harder and faster, her hands gripping tightly to his shoulders, her claws pressing into his soft flesh as she rocks her hips.

“You're, nngf, the only one, nngf-hhff, I've enjoyed, ooohhh-yes, but you, Waleran, nngf-nngf-nngf, you’re, nngf, special. Ahh-yeah! So big, nngf-nngf, and so strong, hhff-hhff, but so tender! Nngf-nngf-rrrrrrr! I want your seed! Nngf! Give it to me!”

She becomes increasingly more aggressive as she works, her butt now plopping loudly against his thighs and bouncing scrotum. Plop, plop, plop, plop! She leans forward and smooshes her breasts against his chest, her fur already growing damp from her sweat. Waleran wraps his arms around her body and plants his feet firmly atop her bedding, bending his knees and spreading his legs. This forces Ascilia to slow her pace, but that only increases her pleasure. Now rocking back and forth, her breasts and firm nipples grinding against his soft, supple flesh, Ascilia meets her lover's thrusts.

With firm, hard thrusts, he drives his manhood into her quivering pussy, feeding her hungry loins with every last millimeter of his oversized manhood. She feels him bottoming out, reaching her limit with every push. Thankfully, this occurs just as the last of his penis sheaths itself within her. The sensation of being filled is unlike any other, and the tender kisses her gives her, even after they've both tasted each other’s genitalia, increases their passion and her pleasure. A swelling within her turns into a wave, and Ascilia gasps and squeals. She sits back, her breasts jiggling as she arches her back and shivers, straddling her lover.

“Ahh-yes! Rrrrrrr! OHH-LORD! MMMM-MMMMNNNYYAAAAHHH!!!”

For the first time in years, Ascilia enjoys a true orgasm. This isn't like the pleasure she brings herself with her fingers, or even the pleasure her previous two lovers gave her in her developing years. This is something else. This is true pleasure, true passion. As her back arches even further and her legs tremor uncontrollably, Waleran holds her hips and keeps her from leaping off of his manhood. Her clawed hands grasp for anything to hold onto, scratching his pristine chest as she does so. Soon, she latches on to his biceps and squeezes, digging her claws into his flesh and leaving her marks.

“AHHGHAHHD, WALERAN!” She exclaims.

“Ooohhh, Ascilia! You've become tighter!”

“AHH-AHH-NNNN!” She shivers.

“What's that? Are you growing more wet?!”

With a few gentle thrusts, he teases her spasming pussy with his manhood.

“N-n-no! D-d-don't m-move! AHH-YAAAAHH!”

Ascilia's body convulses and a wash of clear fluid spurts out of her vagina, soaking Waleran's penis and scrotum, as well as her bedding. Her icy blue eyes roll back in her head as she stares at the oaken ceiling of her living wagon. What pleasure! She's never orgasmed so intensely before! She turns her head down and gazes upon the wondrous human who pleasures her so thoroughly. The trickles of light from the red tinted glass land on his chest and face, and a handful of candles in the wagon give the interior a soft glow. Unable to control herself, Ascilia leans forward and steals a kiss, revealing her passion for her lover.

“Oh, Waleran.” She coos, nuzzling his neck. “In His name, I swear I have never felt like this before. I love you.”

Her eyes shoot open as she realizes what she's just said. How did those words form without her even thinking?!

“I love you, too, Ascilia.” He replies, wrapping his arms around her trembling body. “But we're not done yet.”

“Wha?”

“You asked for something of mine. I intend to give it to you...”

Suddenly, Waleran rolls and Ascilia finds herself on her back, her legs in the air and knees alongside his hips. He leans in, taking kiss after passionate kiss, all while his manhood remains fully sheathed within her loins. His body is supported by his forearms and knees. Their passion is unending as Waleran begins to work on his own, rocking his hips and driving the bulk of his manhood into and out of Ascilia's still-spasming pussy. Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! His scrotum slaps against her ass, his flesh tickling her anus with each thrust. She wraps her arms around her lover and claws at his back, unable to control her volume as she shrieks with pleasure.

“AHH-AHH-YES! BY GOD IN HEAVEN, WALERAN! AHH-NNGF-AAAHHH-YEAH!”

“RRR-RRR-RRR-YES!” He growls.

In and out, over and over again. Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! He continues to drive more than half of his manhood into Ascilia's loins, even as she endures a second, even more powerful orgasm. The wash of her fluids doesn't phase him in the least, and they continue their carnal passion, their lips locked and tongues entwined. Ascilia cants her body, raising up her pelvis as Waleran drives himself down into her. Moving slower and with shorter strokes, he draws his knees closer, allowing her to use his thighs as an impromptu bench. He keeps his manhood more or less stowed within her body as he works, making sure that she feels as much of him as possible.

Again, the feeling of fullness is overwhelming and Ascilia can hardly contain her squeals of pleasure. Her claws rake his back, and though she's certain it does not feel pleasant, she cannot help herself. Likewise, Waleran does not complain, nor does his cease. Ever the attentive lover, he gives her all of the pleasure she can stand and more. Soon, however, his grunts grow louder and his breathing more intense. It's a familiar progression, and with her body shifted in just the right way, she's certain that this union will bear fruit. At this point, however, Ascilia doesn't care. If Waleran's seed gives her a child, then so be it.

“Nngf-nngf-rrrr-yeah!” He growls, his hands gripping tightly to her plump buttocks.

“Nngf! Ahh-yeah! Don't, ahh, stop!”

“Nngf-nngf-rrrr-rrrr-rrrRRRRR!!! HHHNNNnnnnnnnn!”

She looks up and stares at her lover's face, drinking in his features. Wincing from his pleasure, she knows it's about to happen. Without delay, she finally feels it. A spurt of hot, gooey cum shoots into her body. With Waleran's exceptional penis sheathed into her womanhood, his full balls pressing firmly into her ass cheeks, he is poised to plant his seed. A much more powerful blast of cum, as hot as boiling oil, splashes her cervix and oozes beyond it. Another jet, and then another. Four, five, six, seven. By the fourth jet, his cum barrels through her cervix and invades her uterus like a barbarian horde, with each following spurt filling her uterus like a hide flask.

“AHH-YES! OH GOD!” She cries out with pleasure.

“RRRRRRHHHHH!!!!!” He growls.

For the third time, Ascilia's pussy showers her lover with her clear fluid, thoroughly marking him as hers. By the eighth jet of cum, Waleran's seed has filled her uterus to overflowing. The potent ooze races through her fallopian tubes, eager to assault her fertile eggs. Ascilia wraps her legs around Waleran, holding him in place. She does not know why she does this. He's already filled her to completion. For a moment, she wonders if, in his state, would he have pulled out had she asked. The ninth and final blast of his cum ends to torrential flow. After taking a moment to calm themselves, their genitals still fused together, Ascilia nuzzles his face with her snout and gives him many loving kisses.

“Waleran?” She finally asks.

“Yes, my love?” He nuzzles her back.

“If, while we were in the throes of passion, I had changed my mind and asked you to remove yourself... Had I asked you to spill your seed outside of my body... Would you have listened to me?”

He pulls his head back and looks deeply into her eyes. She sees a strange expression come over him. Is it shame? Fear?

“... No.” He eventually replies, flashing a smug grin.

“Oh... Good.” She giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck.

The lovers kiss over and over again, remaining into their mated position. It isn't until after Waleran's manhood finally begins to soften that he bothers to remove himself from her loins. By now, Ascilia would swear that she feels his seed assaulting her eggs and claiming her womb. For as large as he is, he reached deeply, and with the strength of his expulsion, she is certain he washed her uterus with his potent seed. If nothing comes of this union, she can only assuming that there is something wrong with either her womb or her lover's cum.

Lying in her bed together, Waleran is quick to cuddle with his lover, even as they are both covered in sweat. Her bristled fur smells of sweat and bodily fluids, unnerving the otherwise cleanly Ascilia. Waleran, however, could not care less. He holds her close, his chest against her back, embracing her as if she was made of pure gold. She thinks back on their passionate night, and recalls the words she'd spoken. Did she mean what she said? Did he? The pain in her chest grows, the guilt overwhelming her. How much of this was her trickery? Soon, she can bear it no longer.

“Waleran?” She rolls over in his arms and peers over her shoulder.

“Yes, my love?”

“I... I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“On that first day, I brought you into my wagon to tell your fortune.”

“Oh, that! I'm not mad.” He smiles and kisses the side of her feline snout.

“Er... What?” She cocks her head.

“You bewitched me.” He casually replies, kissing her again.

Ascilia is stunned. How does he recall that?!

“As soon as I kissed you for the first time, the spell was broken. I remembered what you did, what you told me to do. I recalled that oath I swore, calling you my Queen...”

Her heart sinks and a tiny flame of fear begins to grow.

“I think sometime between when I first touched your arm and when I called you 'as beautiful as the full moon is radiant', I began to realize what had happened, but the kiss did the trick.” He continues.

Merely hearing him repeat his romantic remark makes her heart ache for him, her body shivering with delight.

“But I came to you because... I love you, Ascilia.”

“You... You do?!” Her eyes well with tears.

“Yes. I have loved you from the moment I first saw you. That moon remark? I first thought of that when you stepped out of your wagon on the day that we met. You may have tricked me into following you, but you didn't trick me into loving or desiring you. You gave me the nerve to approach you, but my feelings are true. They always have been, and they always will be.”

“Then... You truly aren't mad?!” She rolls over more, facing her lover.

“No.” He says with a soft chuckle.

With a sniffle, Ascilia reaches up a hand. Though she intends to wipe a joyous tear from her eye, Waleran takes hold of her hand and kisses it. He then lets go of her hand only to wipe her tear away with his thumb, before gently kissing the side of her snout.

“Y-you t-t-truly love me?!”

“Of course I do! I will stay with you because I love you, and I will be by your side because you give me a reason to live.”

“Oh, Waleran! I love you, too!” She latches onto him. “I'm so sorry for what I did! You are like a Prince, so pure in your nobility and your spirit!” She gushes as her tail whips from side to side, poking out from beneath the red sheets.

“Just a Prince?”

“What's wrong with a Prince? Princes are handsome and wealthy.” She retorts.

“Yes, but so are Kings.”

“If you were a King, you would rule over the caravan, and my village.”

“Hmm... True. Then a Prince I shall be, my Queen.” He smiles.

“Oh, Waleran!” She squeezes him a little tighter.

“Just so long as the Queen is not related to her Prince.” He teases.

With a little giggle, she ruffles his hair, only to jump and laugh much louder after Waleran gives her furry buttocks a nice smack and a squeeze. With their lips locked, the lovers share a long and passionate, tongue-filled kiss. The fact that he has been willing and aware nearly the entire time he's grown close to her makes the moment that much sweeter. They snuggle almost as feverishly as they'd made love, and soon they drift off to sleep. None bat an eye as Ascilia moves Waleran into her wagon, and Cedric seems pleased that his sister managed to find love. In fact, her desire to reclaim her village now seems an afterthought, after finding Waleran.

After several more weeks of traveling aimlessly throughout Bohemia, Ascilia fails to experience her monthly cycle. Shortly after this, she begins to take ill in the mornings, though this surprises no one. They decide to head to a nearby village to collect potions from the apothecary, to aid Ascilia in her first pregnancy. Along the way, they see two figures marching along the lonely road. As they approach, they discern the pair to be a man and a woman, both of them horse Voeldahn.

With a shiny white coat and long, flowing white hair pulled into a short ponytail, the male glances over his shoulder. His female companion is shrouded in black fur, with beautiful, shimmering black hair which runs toward her mid-back. It is intricately braided, and decorated with several colorful beads.

“Hello there, travelers!” Cedric calls out, driving the first wagon.

The male turns his body toward the caravan, though he'd been watching them for some time. Wearing a thick, linen gambeson underneath a chain mail hauberk, a round shield hangs on his back and a sword dangles from his side. Even his hooves and double-ankles are covered in a form of plate armor. His shimmering armor is almost as shiny as his white fur. This towering and muscular figure is clearly quite the warrior. He eyes the caravan with icy orbs, unwilling to respond.

Beside him, the black-furred female is tall but voluptuous. Ample breasts crown her chest, and her broad hips match their size, giving her a wonderful hourglass figure. Though her garments are humble, obviously of the peasant class, she has an elegant aura about her. She brushes the bangs of her ebony hair away from her blocky snout as she gazes upon Cedric with her vibrant, amber eyes, flashing him a shy little smile.

“Hello.” She speaks first.

“Where are you two headed? Toward the nearest town, perhaps?” Cedric asks.

“Perhaps. Where are you headed?” The armored warriors asks, visibly apprehensive.

“Toward the nearest town. My sister needs medicines.”

Cedric glances back at the second wagon, driven by Waleran, with Ascilia sitting by his side, her arms wrapped around his as she rests her head upon his shoulder.

“Oh! Is she ill?!” The equine woman asks with worry in her voice.

“Oh, no!” Cedric chuckles.

“My husband had the good sense to impregnate me, and I would like sometime to ease my morning sickness.” Ascilia speaks up, glancing toward Waleran.

“Oh! Well, congratulations! My brother, Osbert, and I are headed that way as well!” She chirps.

“Lucia!” The horse man glares at her.

“Oh, relax, Osbert! Not everyone is out to get you.” She giggles.

“Indeed... Only some people.” Cedric remarks, eying Lucia's feminine beauty. “Luckily, that's not us. Would you care to travel with us? It'd be easier than walking.”

Lucia turns toward her brother, who shakes his head, but Lucia stomps a hoof.

“I'm tired of walking! Please, Osbert?!” She whines.

“I don't know about- HEY!”

Ignoring her brother, Lucia darts around Cedric's wagon and climbs aboard.

“Thanks!” She chirps, taking hold of Cedric's hand for stability.

“I didn't say 'yes'!” Osbert snarls.

“Have you ever been able to say 'no' to your lovely sister?” Lucia bats her eyelashes.

With a defeated sigh, Osbert hangs his head. After a moment of silence, he looks toward his sister, then to Cedric, who shrugs his shoulders.

“Alright... But only to the next town!” Osbert growls before heading toward another wagon.

As he passes the lovers, Ascilia and Waleran, Cedric turns around in his seat, at the front of his wagon. He pantomimes with his icy blue eyes, looking toward the unsuspecting Lucia and then toward his sister. She catches on right away.

“You know, I'm a fortune teller! Perhaps I could give you a free reading?” She speaks up.

“Oh, fun! Can I go first?!” Lucia asks, clasping her hands together, before her ample bust.

“Of course you can, my dear.” Cedric says with a little grin.