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Third Earth Book One

Parts 6-10

Rolling back the front of her muzzle Jessica exposed her fangs, the nails upon her paw swung down across his cheek to both rouse him from his daze and to leave several crimson lines across his cheek his skin. Raising her other paw like hand the vixen slaps him again this time bringing him back to his senses, he opens his mouth to speak but her fingers find his throat squeezing while her thumbs apply pressure around oesophagus.

"WHY?"

She screamed at him, her body towering over his seated form as she pushes down with her weight robbing his lungs of air. Grasping at her face trying desperately to push her off she bits at his palm drawing blood, James desperately tried to push to his feet but Jessica had leverage over him and was using.

“YOU BASTAD! YOU FUCKING BASTAD!"

She screeched at him with her face contorting with anger, his face was starting to turn a shade of hue as it filtered through to the humans' mind that this time, she was going to actually going to kill him, he was going to die if he didn't do something to stop her. It was more out of self-preservation than conscious choice as he brought his fist up into her side, sending her sprawling across the floor with a look of shock written about her face. This soon turned to an expression of outrage that he would dare lay a finger on her, reaching down she drew her sword breaker launching herself at him knocking both her mate along with the chair backwards onto the ground as she straddled his chest. Her other fist now clenched Jessica started punching her mate, one of the blows landing just below the eye knocking him clean out, after the sixth blow the vixen forced his head back as she brought the sharp blade of the weapon to his throat, as vulpine did so she never saw the shadowy blur of death. The first thing Jessica was aware that something was wrong, was when everything seemed to tumble and bounce before rolling across the floor, she tried to reach out to stop herself yet for some reason nothing happened, it was only when she came to a stop that she found herself looking up at her own tail. It all happened so fast she had yet to register that her head no longer connected to her shoulders, though as this realisation finally sank in her decapitated body was starting to crumple to the floor. The vixens last thoughts as darkness consumed her was just how cold and dark it had suddenly become.

“Daughter thine, why did thou strike down this most wretched creature?"

Lady Teressa spoke stepping out from behind the bed room door to look at her blooded daughter, with a rumbling growl Tanya tosses Jessica's torn out throat on to the floor with a look of distain for the now lifeless Vixen.

“While one doth commend thy noble action, one feels it would verily haft been more prudent to smit yonder wretch once the deed had been done! For it would truthly been easier t'have hidden our presence here this night"

The alpha lioness sighed slowly shaking her head as she too padded into the living room, the mother was still frowning down at the human as he began to stir though a quick back hand from her large paw swiftly sent him back to sleep while the three lions decided on their next course of action.

“Both of thou taketh the blankets from the bed, wrappeth the corpse within it, then deposit it in the river, we shalt let the current dispose of the body beyond the village for us!"

The alpha female rumbled; with a sharp nod of her head Tanya headed back to the bedroom with her mother close behind her leaving the large female looking down as James. The lioness wondered what she would do with him, logic dictated she should give him a clean painless death followed by swift disposal of his body alongside his deceased mate. Such a course of action be would have been a nice neat little solution but at the same time it would have left her with the problem of having someone come for her own throat for bringing shame to the honour of the pride, besides which the human was one of the injured parties in this whole sorry affair.

“Verily, thou art the source of thine conundrum"

The big cat whispered, the plans that had been made had been thrown to the winds leaving only the need to undergo damage control to lessen the trail of blood leading to the prides head house hold, for now she would need to isolate him to keep the events of the night a secret until a more permanent solution could be found.

James just laid there in the darkness, oblivious in his unconscious state of the decisions being made for him by the alpha female, it would not be until late morning before he started to awaken, one side of his face felt tender from the numerous cuffs of a large feline paw to keep him insensible while being transported through the night. Everything was blurred as his eyelids flickered open, his mouth felt dry as he began to narrow his eyes trying to focus on the blurred kaleidoscope of shapes in hopes of trying to make sense of the chaos. Gradually the shapes began to take shape; colour begun to filter back in into his field of vision once more, a sense of confusion and disorientation struck him as he began to heat up to an unbearable degreed, his body was entering a sense of fight or flight. Trying to sit upright James collapsed back in to a prone a prone position, his head was cushioned by a faintly perfumed soft pillow as a shadow spread over him.

“Shhhh calm thy self, thou art safe and well!"

The voice chuffed softly, a large paw like hand slid into his hand giving it a tender reassuring squeeze. Turning his head, he found himself looking up into a face of a lioness draped in a silken beige dress of a maid, her tone was soft and humble as she knelt alongside him. James began to realise he was resting upon a bed of cushions while a thin cotton sheet covered his body, all around him walls draped in velvet could be seen with the occasional sections of white marble walls either side of a oak door inlaid with gold engravings of a roses with thorn covered stems twisting and curving along the surface of the wood in an integral paten.

“Sip do not gulp"

The maid spoke in a hushed tone bringing a silver chalice to his lips, he could feel the cool metal against his lips as weak drinking wine began to slip slightly into his mouth as a soft breeze from drapes blowing into wards showed the presence of an open window. Swallowing the slither of transparent crimson liquid, he tried to speak but his throat was still sore from the harsh grasp of Jessica's fingers around his throat during the night, this realisation caused him to go pale and start to panic as he wondered where she was, why she had tried to kill him.

“shhhhhhhhh, tis okay human, calm thy self, thou art safe here shhhhhhhh!"

The maid hushed James motheringly as she put the glass to one side upon a silver tray, the female began to stroke his cheek with the back of her paw like hand, he could feel her soft fur caress his warm smooth skin sooth his panicking mind.

“tis fine human, thou shalt come unto no harm"

He could see those amber eyes looking down into his own, though still feeling disoriented James did begin to calm down his instinct for fight or flight settling as the maids' large feline paw continued to brush it fur along his cheek, it was then a cough startled him causing the maid to frown as all her hard work to calm the human down was undone. James had not heard the dominant female from that night enter nor had he herd the door open or close, this fact was not lost upon him causing his desire to flee to increase exponentially, it was only the sizeable paw pinning him down that kept him despite his condition from trying to run for it. He could feel the maid applying pressure to chest holding him down where he laid as she looked up forcing as much submission to her scent as she could so not to provoke her mistress.

*“Forgive oneself, thine ladyship, for not acknowledging thou's presence sooner" *

The maid announced her head bowing is due reverence; the alpha female waved any concerns of such things aside with a dismissively gesture of her paw, eyeing the male curiously she had seen cubs with greater physique than this human. From the performance against his vixen mate the large female could tell his combat skill were whimsical at best but then he was not of proud warrior stock. Had been born a lion she was sure as a cub he would have been killed at birth to prevent the pollution the prides gene pool with such weakness.

"Verily thou art a strange breed, your kind art weak in body; creatures of such fragile forms and yet thy kind prospers!"

The alpha female muses aloud with her paw like hands upon her strong hour glass hips, she chuffed at the maid who returned the strange sound back to her, the human though gave off such fear in his scent that she felt her base primal instinct flicker at the back of her consciousness. Taking a breath to retain control over herself the larger female addressed the maid with a firm but calm voice

“Leaveth us now! For we has't many things upon which to discuss."

The maid bowed her head and got to her feet pausing only to give the male he had been caring for one more smile before taking her leave, wait until privacy was assured the alpha female looked down sternly at the human as he props himself up the best he could. James found himself unable to look away from her piercing eyes, every fibre of his being screaming at him to avert his gaze, he could feel her rumbling chuff vibrating through his body as her large powerful fingers moved along the smooth soft skin of his cheeks.

“Now that we art alone, allow one's self to introduces thy self, one is Erillia of the house of Moon, Alpha Female of Blazing Moon Pride. Thou art James from the house of O'Dale, Master Carpenter"

The Lioness spoke with a stern but hushed voice catching his attention fully when she spoke of Jessica, the pads upon her paws cradled the sides of his face to ensure she held his complete attention.

“It doth bring no pleasure unto thee to part with this knowledge regarding thine mate, after the foiled attempt of thous mate to smite thee, she did flee to lord barbarous, upon which the heinous excuse for a noble did smite her, it was witnessed by one's own eyes as one and one's companions chased of the felonious female for her own betrayal."

She watched as James began to tremble tears forming in his eyes as his expression betrayed the array of emotions hitting him, he wanted to pull away from her, he wanted to just scream at her that she was lying, that his beloved was still alive and waiting for him at home, even with the knowledge in his mind still fresh that his dearest Jessica had tried to kill him, he wanted to will it to be a lie. Her words made sense even if he refused to accept the truth, the sadness he felt suddenly became a burning rage directed at the noble who had murdered the love of his life.

“The heinous lord hast been apprehended, even now the foul creature faces the prides alpha for his villainous deed to both the pride; his mate and the foul wrongs done unto thee!"

Erillia boomed, one of her massive paws easing down from his cheek to slide around his waist as she part lifted, part dragged him to his feet before moving towards the source of light for the room. Just behind one of the silken drapes an ornate open window was revealed in all its opulence, he could feel her fur against his skin as she held him upright, as though his weight was nothing to her. Thankfully the window itself was too high up to show anything but his upper torso as he realised the lion was naked, down below upon the long expertly maintained lawn he could see Barbarous on his knees before what could only have been the alpha male, his size boggled James's mind when it tried to accept what it was seeing.

“Is that the head of the pride?"

He asked the lioness his jaw agape as he gulped audible, the titan of a male from what he could gauge must have been at least twelve foot standing on his hind paws, the sheer muscle mass was as frightening as it was herculean. There was no doubt why he was the Alpha Male of the entire pride, insane biceps like coiled cable bulged beneath the fine silk draped across the lion's god like body. Even at this distance James felt his knee quiver as he looked upon the alpha male, he felt grateful that he was not in Lord Barbarous's fur, the air felt eerily still and charged with tension for what was to happen.

“Watch!"

Erillia rumbled not that James could do anything else as she held him next to her like some child's stuffed toy, he watched with baited breath his earlier pain momentarily dropping from him while in the presence of the alpha male's presence far below. He could not hear what was being said but he could guess as Barbarous still on his knees looked to be begging for his life, he could feel the growl of disgust at this emanating from female next to him.

“Even now, in last moments of this vile wretches life, yonder filth doth bring shame unto the pride."

She snapped as one the gathered lions' stepped forwards to strap a sword into the blubbering nobles paw like hand, it began to dawn on James what was about to happen and he began to turn his head avoid what was to happen next, only for the Erillias large paw to grasp the back of his whole neck to keep him from doing so. Her grip was a stark contradiction, for while the grip was like an iron vice it was not in the least bit painful to him or even uncomfortable, it was clear she would have him watch the scene being played out bellow.

“Being not of warrior blood, one doth understand thine resistance, but as the transgressed party thou needeth t'bare witness unto this!"

Her tone was surprisingly soft as if he was one of her cubs, with little choice he continued to watch as the blubbering male below, the obsessed male tried to struggle to remove the strap binding both paw and sword together but the alpha male had already begun to advance on the smaller out of shape male. A few steps away the larger lion roared at the smaller feline before swinging his massive blade in a sweeping arc that cleaved through Barbarous's head with little effort at all.

“The feted slugs dormouse valour, that hath brought dishonour unto his house through actions most shameful hast been righted by a warrior's death, one doth verily know that it brings little comfort."

The lioness rumbled softly while letting him go, rubbing the back of his neck the feeling of nausea at what he had just witnessed begin to well up. It was about then he felt the paw of the lioness tenderly ease around the small of his back as she led him away from the window and the grisly scene below.

_ -OOO- _

Six months had passed since the death of his mate, yet while James could still feel the absence of her in his life. Regardless of all she had done to him, he still loved her; it had been hard to accept that he would never again walk through the front door to see her waiting to demand he prepare her meal, sometimes he'd wake up expecting to see her besides him in bed only to find the empty space where she had once laid her vulpine head. The first two months had been the worst, had it not been for Erillia's support and constant vigil James would never have survived, at his lowest point it had been the lioness's own paw that had forced a blade from his hands, a blade intended for his own throat but now he was in a better place, despite the sense of emptiness that he still felt whenever he returned to an empty house each night. He found solace of mind by throwing himself into his work, completing commissions that would normally have taken him months to complete had instead taken him mere weeks.

Upon this particular day he had worked longer than even he had intended, as such he had been forced to lock up much later than he was used to before heading home, the clouds above had been full with the promise of a torrential down pour, as such it had become dark early that evening which had meant the streets where a haven for those with malicious intent upon their minds to be left unchecked as they prowl for those who were foolish or unfortunate enough to still be out and about. Being alone at such an hour, James had literally been asking to tempt fates cruel hand, he had barely made it half way to is empty home, when trouble did indeed find him in the form of two female skunks. Both whom were eager to bundled him off down a narrow alley way with a dagger pressed up against his throat. With his torch staff left to roll down the street James was in the position to resist without feeling the bite of cold steel piercing his flesh, it did not take a genius to realise that both females had been eyeing him with interest as he had locked up with no one about, they had needed only to wait for the right opportunity to strike.

"Hold still damn it!"

One the skunks growled as a well-placed stomp to the back of one of his knees dropped James to a kneeling position, in moments they were upon him dragging him fully onto his back. One swiftly clamped her legs around him to allow the other to crouch astride his struggling form trying to ease the bulbous end of his man-hood against the groove of her lower lips. The one grappling with him had her inner thighs wrapping around his throat squeezing in a deliberate act to restrict the supply of air to his lungs, the idea had been to make him more compliant to their demands but once he realised their true intentions, he began putting up a fight.

“Don't forget I need his cum too, so don't take it all!"

The second skunk grunted as she adjusted her angle to gain more leverage, James's clothes lay shredded around him as the first female managed to finally push him up inside of her with a deep gasping intake of breath. Her eyes close in pure delight as she sank slowly down until coming to a stop with his gland touching up against the pouting entrance to her womb, giving a slow rake of her sharp inhuman nails down along his chest forcing his body to arch from the sudden sharp stinging sensation forcing his tip to penetrate her cervix where he would be trapped until she was done with him.

"UHNNNNNN...YEAH...RIGHT THERE......AHNNNNN!"

Despite their stereotype the skunk races didn't stink, it was only when they sprayed in defence or in an act of aggression that any putrid smell would be created, though they were more widely known for their sexual prowess that was considered by most to be arguably on par with that of any rabbit, something this female seemed staunchly intended on proving as she began to bounce her hips against the poor humans pelvis. His stomach felt like it was tying itself in knots he could feel as if his body started to feel weightless though this was just the illusion brought on through a sense of light headedness, he was losing the fight for air against the other skunk. Already his eyes felt so heavy and his body wanted to flail in an attempt to remove the bodies pressed so firmly against him but his body just refused to comply to the subconscious part of his brain the last thing he would be aware of as lights danced before his eyes. Everything felt so distant to him, from the sound of the skunk astride him in the throes of pleasure to the weight of her hips bouncing desperately against him. Seconds passed as darkness crept into the periphery of his vision as he passed out.

Coming too with a start James could feel his heart racing, his head turned one way then then other as his body entered into a state of extreme alertness ready to fight or to flee. His eyes where open wide as he took in his surrounding but not to examine his situation rather to scan for any possible threats like some wild feral animal it would take him much longer to calm down as he crouched in place.

His entire body felt entirely to hot to be comfortable as disorientation kept his mind in a state of confusion, gradually as his body began to establish a more comfortable internal temperature while the fog lifted from his mind he began to sway on the spot. Falling backwards onto his back he could feel soft dry straw beneath him, his chest heaved heavily as rubbed the cold sweat from his brow with a quivering hand. It would take longer for him to realise he was naked with old somewhat rusty bars all around him, the floor and ceiling was wooden but beyond his cage was darkness. He could make out the large wheels attached to his prison; he could hear the pitter patter of rain above him so he knew he was outside.

Taking a few shaky breaths, he felt material against his hand, the further he traced it the more he realised it was a blanket and drew it around himself to warm himself as the chill of the wind began to filter through to his senses. It would be minutes before James had the state of mind to wonder what had happened or more importantly where he was. The last thing he could recall was struggling for breath as he was raped by two muggers in an alleyway near his home, taking a few deep breaths he went to rub his throat only to finally notice the leather collar wrapped around it. He tugged at the collar but it didn't budge, his fingers moved around it to find some way of undoing it but only found a solid cold metal ring threaded two eyelets either side of his collar to hold both ends in place.

There was a similar restraint fitted to both his ankles and wrists each sporting a large metallic ring as big as his hand, a light came into view growing nearer and nearer until he could see a feint outline of a wolfhound wearing a waxed cape with the hood of their head for protection against the rain. A raised paw held a lantern its sheltered candle flickering contently behind the perforated casing of its metallic home.

“Awake I see?"

The voice grunted before moving away, James tried to call out to the canine to ask where he was and more importantly not to leave him in the dark but the wolfhound was all ready gone. Curling up on the straw while dragging the blanket over his head the Human tried to rationalise wat was happening to him, what had happened to him while he had been unconscious but soon sleep over took him until the first rays of morning burst through the thick cloud cover to warm the rain drenched earth below. James awoke as a shadow stooped over his body before its owner ease down to one knee, a large strong sandy furred paw grasps the sides of his jaw forcing James's mouth to open as his head was turn to one side as if the individual was looking into his mouth.

“Good!.....Good!....You survived and seem to be in good condition with all your own teeth intact, this is excellent!"

Came a charmingly charismatic male voice, gaining his bearings he looked knocked the paw away only to feel heel of a boot make contact with the side of his face knocking him back down onto his back, looking up first at the rat who had just kicked him he heard the previous male speak again though this time in angry tones.

“CONFOUND IT BORIS, DO NOT FURTHER ADD TO YOUR SHORT FALLINGS, BY DAMAGING OUR PRIZE BREEDER, BAD ENOUGH YOU LET IT ALL MOST CATCH PNEUMONIA, WITHOUT IT BECOMING BRAIN DAMAGE!"

James was not too fond of being refer to as an 'it' but he was still to shaken form the blow to speak out, all he could do was to silently through squinting eyes study the male in charge. From what he could tell the individual was a golden retriever dressed in clothing one might expect upon some well to do merchant, there was a sweet perfumed scent emanating from a silver pomander that hung around the canines' neck.

“Bring that young female we acquired a month back, she should be in season about now, if I recall I believe she was number twelve?"

The dog mused rubbing the yellow fur under his chin, the rat cocked his head for a moment before piping up.

“Ya be meaning the grey furred mouse with dat black fur on 'er muzzle boss?"

James blinked a few times as the retriever gave a nod accompanied with circular motion of his paw to gesture for the rodent to get on with it, without another word the rat scurried off eager to complete his given task leaving both canine and human alone.

“My My, I've seen plenty of humans in my time dealing with slaves, but you have to be amongst one of the most imposing specimens I've come across so far, maybe in on par to those in the tiger clans up in the north. Not that I've been unlucky enough to go anywhere near their boarders, my kind are not treated well by those oversized feline brutes."

The canine mused more to himself than James who found himself wondering what the slaver boss was talking about, he all ways thought himself to be average by human standards but then again, he had never seen another of his kind in Pride Village before.

“Oh the coin I shall make from you, my large docile gold mine!.....those foolish skunks had no idea what they had their paws on, but I do and with you I can breed top quality slaves to order!"

The male continued speaking as he rubbed his paw like hands together, a few moments later the rat had returned tugging at a chain trailing behind him where a slender mouse walked behind him. The other end of the chain linked up to her wrist worn manacles, she wore a strip of material made from hemp with a hole cut in the middle to fit over her head, it came roughly down by her knees. It was a primitive style of covering that was held in place in place by a length of cord tide around her waist, strips of the same material were wrapped around the pads on her tiny mousey feet to offer basic protection.

“Good...Good, now my dear I need you to warm him up and take his seed inside of you, by that I mean you will bare his young, if you try to refuse, I shall let my somewhat crass colleague here have his fun with you!"

The retriever chuckled in a soft smooth tone of voice that would have been more at home to a diplomate than to some criminal, the female started shaking her head as she tried to find the courage to refuse this was the when the rat pushed his face up close to hers, leering at her with a tooth smile of his unkept teeth forcing a whimper of defeat to escape her lips as her will to resist was sapped right out of her. The mouse at last capitulated by nodding slowly, an act which greatly pleased the well-dressed slaver boss.

“I am so glad you see it my way, things all ways turn out for the best when the breeding stock submit to their betters"

The canine smiled as he headed towards the cage door at the back of the wagon followed soon afterwards by the rodent who had paused only to remove the mouses restraints, the sound of a lock being turned made the terrified female flinch. Easing herself to her knees she knelt next to James her head bowed as she turns around to raise her tiny rear up toward him, she waited there trembling for him to do something. But he just looked at her puzzled unsure of what he was supposed to be doing or what was expected of him, a few minutes went by as a confused mouse looked round at him wondering what was taking the large furless male so long.

“th..this is where you need to mount me"

She whispered in a hushed voice, a small smile formed upon her thick black lips as she raised her rump again and this time gave it a slight waggle as if to urge him in to action, again though nothing happened which gave her a sense of uncertainty. If they didn't mate, she would be beaten, worse yet she would not be fed that day for failing to perform her duties as a breeding slave.

“please…..please do it please?"

She begged looking back with wide fearful eyes, it was only then she realised he didn't understand what was happening. Taking in a deep slow breath, she exhaled as she turns around shuffling forwards towards him upon her knees, her tiny paw like digits reach out to eases his blanket aside to see the scratches and bruises along his torso.

“you must be new?"

She asked in her hushed voice, her lithe body slides under the blanket to sit astride his hips. With a slow rocking motion, she starts to slid rocks back and forth while continuing to speak.

“they will think we are performing our duties; we can talk without fear now."

She started running her long rodent nails tracing along his large powerful chest as she leans down over him to speak into his ear.

“like me you are a slave now, if you do as they tell you they will feed you but if you don't they will beat you and let you starve until the next time you are partnered up to breed, now take a hold my hips you understand?"

A sigh of relief escapes her mouse like lips as his hands ease along her hips to grasp a firm yet gently hold upon her, James clenches his bottom lip between his teeth as she moves against him with slow deliberate gyrations. He could feel her lower lips spread either side of his shaft as her moist opening spread its juices across its swollen length, the mouses petite body could be seen slowly rising and lower as if they were mating for real.

“as long as I bare your pups they will look after me, if I should fail, they may well kill me or worse leave out in the forest to die, please I don't want to die, please impregnate me please"

The mouse begged her eyes wide with fear at her possible fate if he did not fill her with his child bearing seed, James looked into those eyes feeling his stomach lurch at the thought of how people could do such things to other intelligent beings.

“Brace yourself!"

He whispered at last lifting her slightly with one of his large powerful hands while the other directed his thick muscle tip first up against her moist hot entrance before drawing her down, at first her orifice seemed to resist his bulbous head. Then with a whimpering squeak from the female she started to stretch around his tip, the tight inferno of velvety soft muscle surrounding his sensitive end as it finally began to delve up into her depths was all most to much for his senses to handle.

The poor mouse was quivering against him her body resting over his as she focused on just trying to breath as he stretched her more than she had thought possible, he paused a mere quarter of the way in to let her poor tiny body become accustomed to what was already inside of her. With soft coo's and hushes he stroked the fur on her slender back until she began to relax a little more. Only then did he push a few more inches up inside of her so that he brushed up against her tight pouting cervix.

“shhhhhhhhhh…it's okay…shhhhhh!"

James whispers rolling her over so he was upon her, he remembered to be mindful so as to hold up his own weight, since he did wish to hurt the lithe female beneath him. Watching the expression of sheer sexual delight spreading across her small rodent face, he began easing himself free a couple of inches from her incredibly tight entrance way before gradually re-entering her once more. The feel of her small nails raking against his back only urged him on to start grinding with a slow wave like rhythm that had her squeaking loudly in utter delight. The mouse felt so tight as she clamped around his thick intruding girth, he could feel the building pleasure filled release of the imminent child siring seed swiftly approaching after only just a short time mating with the petite female. In turn she was gripping James closely, her body wracked with the orgasmic promise of carnal sensations that began to engulfing her very being.

Gritting his teeth, he adjusts his position inorder to apply yet more leverage, her cervix seemed to protest at first against the sizable tip and its straining attempting to gain entrance, until at the last possible moment she bared down firmly with a twisting motion forcing the pouting sphincter to dilate around the large bulbous end, granting it access to the cavity beyond.

“UHGHNNNNNNNNN!"

James groaned, a torrent of thick sticky virile seed was ejected inside of her womb just as her cervical opening clamped down behind the invading head, trapping him firmly inside of her. Rolling onto his side he felt her slender body swing around with him causing her to moan softly while her limbs griped closer to him as they basked in their shared sexual high, both panting heavily from the effort with wide grins pasted across their face as for a brief while James forgot about the gaping abyss in his heart.

_ -OOO- _

The soft golden back fur of a lioness shimmered in the light as the chest of a young adult heaved heavily in rapid succession, she had finally come in to her first season which would lead to a number of responsibilities. She gives out a growling cry of pain with her face pushes down amongst a number of cushions, her small haunches raised up high as a varnished wooden replica of a males reproductive organ was pushed down through her vaginal opening, it delved down deep with a firm twisting motion as it stretched her in ways she had not expect. Her torn hymen bled as the implement repetitively draws back out leaving only the tip inside of her, then it began its twisting decent once more forcing her to issue another bellowing cry. With a mothering look upon her features the larger older female looks down sympathetically to the smaller lioness, she gently chuffs to her trying to reassure the young female.

“Verily one doth knowest the pain thou art feeling but truthfully tis better thou body experiences by thine paw than upon the night thy chosen mate doth sire thy cubs!"

Erillia spoke as softly as she could, the young female. She was the daughter to one of her sisters, of a lesser house. It was the first day of preparing her niece and while the younger female would be allowed to recover, the process would once again be repeated until she was ready to be presented before the mate chosen for her by the head of her house hold as was the way with every prides across the empire. It was something she herself had undergone when she first came of breeding age, she had watched how the feral species of her kind went about mating and had felt revulsion at what she was sure must have been traumatic experience the feral female must have endured.

The alpha female turned her head towards the door as a loud knocking came from the vast imposing double doors, she waited a few moments before bellowing out in a firm unamused tone.

“ENTER!"

The two doors opened to reveal one of the male warriors that stood guard outside her chambers, his head was bowed in reverence while he knelt there upon one knee in a display of submission to one whose status in the prides hierarchy greatly surpassed his own.

“ONE LEFT ORDER NOT TO BE DISTURBED!"

She growled irritably at the warrior who squeezed his large gauntlet covered paws into a fist but kept his composure so as not to cause offence the alpha female before him.

“Forgive one's impertinence thy ladyship, tis news most dire regarding the human that thou hast taken as thous vessel the human hast gone missing whilst the lioness tasked with watching over thine vessel hast been found slain."

The male replied keeping his tone low and respectful as he delivered the news that he himself had only just received, he could feel the vibrating growl reverberating through the air as she eased the wooden tool out of her niece. Taking a few deep breaths to compose herself the alpha female placed the implement she had been using onto one of the cushions causing a pool of vaginal juices; lubrication and blood to soak into the material.

“Child!.....dress thyself and take ones leave, recommencement will begin upon a later date"

She rumbled trying to keep her voice calm but her scent betrayed the anger that had started to boil within her, the younger lioness swiftly if not painfully gathered up her gown, dressing herself hurriedly as she took her leave with underwear and footwear in each paw.

“Continue, but choose thy words carefully!"

Erillia spoke with a stern restrained voice once they were alone, the male took a few seconds to gather his words before continuing his report .

"Alas the sentinel dutybound with the task guardianship from afar wast found visage down, bolt of crossbow origins lodged firmly with in her back, tis a cowardly end that was so fouly perpetrated unto one of honour.

One seeks forgiveness for one's importance but this warrior took the liberty of requesting scouts be dispatched in pursuit t'track the villainous rouges, t'seek recompense of blood for actions most foul and recovering thou ladyships stolen vessel"

He stayed stock still upon one knee as the alpha female rose to her feet walking purposefully towards him, he kept his head bowed as he dutifully accepted the blow from the back of her paw against his down turned face. He knew in taking the initiative he had overstepped his bounds and this was his punishment for doing so, this was followed be a gentle caress along his fur covered cheek as she rumbled tenderly to her subordinate as she spoke to him with a more favourable voice.

“Thou chose most wisely in acting so swiftly, had thoust delayed t'seeketh permission the tracking these villains would most verily become the work of folly. Now sally forth from this place with two brothers in arms t'render aid upon thine scouts and bring safely back until safety our wayward human!"

Erillia rumbled, the large imposing warrior gave a sharp pound upon his chest plate with a massive gauntleted fist as he got to his feet, with head still bowed he exited to carry out his given task. The alpha female waited until the male had left, alone at last she let out a roar of pure frustration at the turn of events, she had put too much time and resources into the human male, just as her efforts had begun to bare fruit in the form of his seed having succeeded in the fertilisation Lady Teressa womb; the human is stolen right out from under her nose. To say she was livid would have been a complete understatement.

What irked the alpha female the most was having had an extremely valuable resource taken before she could put it to use in solving a most dire problem that afflicted the virility of the pride's alpha male, her male was still undeniably capable of seeing off any who would seek to take his position in the upper most echelons of power as head of the main house hold.

There were those who would through dishonourable subterfuge usurp his position in the pride's hierarchy through archaic laws of the pride, that if he could not discharge his duties in the bed chambers as the alpha then he could be declared sterile and infirm. As such his position would be stripped from him followed by being cast out in disgrace. However, those same laws of the pride also stated that a human male could be used as substitute should the alpha still be able to hold his own in fending off challengers in single combat, these rules where from the days of their fore fathers when things had been much more barbaric and less civilised

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Opening his eyes to darkness James felt nice and warm, in fact the very air around him in his cage like wagon felt considerably comfortable, though he didn't remember having a furry blanket over him, stretching his stiff body he could not help but feel extremely good about himself as he twiddled his toes. It was then his fluffy blanket began to move against hm making soft adorable sounds, at which point it all came back to him with. So, while he was indeed beneath a blanket he was not alone, his new lithe female mouse acquaintance laid over him her tiny chest heaving rapidly, she appeared from what he could tell to be sleeping most contentedly. Her body full of his highly fertile seed, most likely it was the start of new life that would soon start the slow progress into existence.

It was strange though James didn't feel quite as depressed now as he had earlier, if anything he felt a clarity of mind he had never felt before, while indeed there still lingered the spector of loss deep within his heart, there was also a sense liberation welling up with in him as he laid there with the small bundle of mousey fur snuggled up close to him. He found himself as he laid in the darkness running over all those moments though out the years with Jessica where she had deliberately humiliated him in public demanding him to put out for her, all those incidents where she would beat him only to later tell him that she did it out of love for him. All those times when she had both repeatedly as well as blatantly slept with Lord Barbarous to further her own station in life, he had made some excuse up in his mind to excuse her actions, how she must have laughed at him and thought him the fool to which he had to admit he was for not seeing all this sooner. So why did he still miss her; why did he wish he could turn back the hands of time to be with her once more, it was then he felt the small warm furry cheek nuzzle against the smooth skin of his chests, the sensation soothing his mind while pushing such thoughts from his mind.

The human knew the tiny female only laid with him out of a desire to survive but he was grateful for her presence all the same, time passed by until he had to shield his eyes as the large hemp sheet was drawn aside letting the early rays of a new day to shine through the bars of the cage like wagon. Standing there was a gleeful grin about his canine face was the golden retriever in charge, the dogs eyes focused on the naked mouse still laying naked over him.

“Ah good, good, it performed its duties well I see, best of all the modifications to the cage kept it safe from the elements, most excellent indeed!"

The male turned to face one of his employees, a peg legged badger while continuing to speak as if James wasn't even there.

“Make sure they are both well fed and rested before separating them and moving the female back with the rest of the breeding stock, we'll breed it with the wolf next when we rendezvous with the others."

The badger gave a discrete cough before interjecting his own opinion to this decision.

“Boss, you sure that's a good idea remember what she did to last couple of guys that we tried to mate her with, I mean no disrespect but is it wise to risk such a valuable breeder with such a troublesome female?"

The retriever raised an eyebrow before replying, his tone was dismissive as if talking to some mere child to be tolerated.

“Yes, Yes, it'll be fine, she's been forced into early oestrous and kept in that condition for a good week now, in her current state she'll be more than compliant for breeding with any male we put her in with, even that mangy cur boris, would be able to get lucky with that bitch."

Inside his cage James gulped quietly at what he was listening to, in his mind he was picturing some half crazed; slathering; rabid wolf that was probably kept muzzled in chains in one of the other mobile cages. His paranoia festered as the day went on, his latest companion did little to sooth his growing fear before being dragged away; her task in milking him of his child siring seed having been completed. Once again, he was alone with only his thoughts to distract him. James wasn't sure how long it had been when he heard his jailers hitching up the feral equines that would draw his wagon. There was a sudden jolt of motion then his wagon began to move, he could feel every dip and pot hole that the iron rimed wheels hit as they rolled along the road. He cursed under his breath as he bounced a few feet off of the straw a couple of times though it wouldn't be until darkness had before his waggon came to a halt, there were sounds as the waxed sheet covering his mobile cage was drawn open on one side. All he could was through the darkness where the fire pits where his captors drank; ate and made merry, James shielded his eyes as he pulled back from the bars a lantern was held up dazzling him.

“Good, good, I know you do not like me but that is of little consequence, you will make me plenty of coin, keep doing a good job and you will be taken care off but….if you dare to resist or escape, well things will go poorly for you."

The voice chuckled, with his eyes adjusting to the light he could put a face to the words, it was the golden retriever from earlier that day. James was tempted to try and reach out for the canines' throat, he really wanted to squeeze it with all his might but his body did not seem willing to do so, was it terror no he was sure that was not it even though he did feel a sense of fear in the pit of his stomach.

“I can see it with in your eyes, you would like to end me, wouldn't you, but we both know you're not that kind of creature, you treated those females with tenderness, not with brutality of some common thug."

The retriever smirked, there was a demeaning tone to his voice as if he was looking down upon the human, referring to him as a creature; like some wild feral beast. It felt like seeming was trying crawl up through his throat as the bile rising up proved hard to force back down. The canine grin only grew as lowered the lantern plunging him back into darkness once more, James herd the sound of fingers snapping followed by a number of roughly clothed weasels come scurrying up. One carried a staff torch in his paws while the others prepared a fire pit close enough to give warmth and light, yet far enough to prevent a crackling ember to rise up in the air to set the straw within his wagon ablaze.

“This is but a taste, of what good behaviour shall yield you."

The slaver boss mused walking away with a swagger to his step, James just sat there hearing what could only be the sound of a striker being struck to send a spark onto some kindling. He tried to block out the words of the weasels as eventually the warmth of an open fire began to flood in through the bars. At first, he tried to ignore it but the chill in his bones forced him to draw closer where he could not but hear the words of his captors.

"Gonna keep ya's warm an toasty like, it wouldn't do for ya ta die on us, ya is gonna make us rich, no more sneaking across no boarder; ta steal good 'ard workin' folk away anymore, now we's has ya ta make dem females good an' round, so's we's can den be sellin' dem littluns on!"

One of them laughed raising a bottle of some cheap smelling alcohol to his bestial lips, another just cackled in amusement of before adding his own thoughts on having a human captive.

“Yeah, da sex slave trade be good gold but scrag me if it can't be risky, dem oversized felines really don't be likin' our type ta much."

The rest of the group seemed to pause as if remembering past confrontations with lion warriors sent to take them and their enterprise down, this seemed to kill the mood for a while until more drink began to cheer them up as the kept the fire burning into the early hours of the morning.