I. The Capture
#1 of The Kiroth Wars
Looking at all the fresh comments for the old discontinued series, I finally sat my ass down and started reworking it as I had planned, trying to apply all the advice that has been given to me by readers through comments, messages and email. The chapters have new names now and you will find much of the content shifted anyway. I hope both old fans and new readers will like the series. I decided to make it a fixture in my weekly schedule now to spend at least two hours on each saturday and sunday with writing - today (saturday) it will be alot more then that. The first part is an only slightly altered version of the first two original chapters. Later in the story I intend to make more drastic changes. Enjoy and keep commenting/voting please :) * * *
The Kiroth Wars I. The Capture With a groan Kor lifted himself from the ground and into a sitting position. He quickly took in his sourroundings and wasn't surprised when he found them to be a Kiroth prison cell - a mere rectangular hole in the ground with clay walls and metal bars above at little more then 3 feet height, making it impossible to stand up. In these times of war many humans were randomly captured and incarcerated to spread fear among those that remained. Kor had heard many different rumors of what happened to them, ranging from them being eaten alive to them having to serve in harsh slavery where they would soon find their death. What he knew was that nobody ever came back. Well, he thought bitterly, at least he was going to find out for sure. His mind wandered back to how this misfortune had seized him. Only a few days past he had been so full of hope for a better future. He was far away from the war front and heading north to Sigil Nu'khral which was known far as a safe haven from Kiroth incursion, because its climate was too rough for the cold-blooded reptile nemesis. He was already in sight of the mountain snow line when he had been captured by what must have been a reconnaissance troop of the enemy. He had barely had time to start running when a blunt weapon hit his head and he lost consciousness. Before he could further ponder his fate or any means of escape the grate above was suddenly pushed aside and he was grabbed by the powerful paws of two Kiroth soldiers who carried him unresistingly to a medium sized wooden building which turned out to be stables. The Kiroth did not use horses to ride to battle, but rather captured hooruks as they called these large quadruped canines. The hooruks, that were known to humans as "the great wolves", were about half again as high as usual gray wolves and were naturally untameable to anybody. How the Kiroth had managed it was beyond the knowledge of even the wisest beastmasters of the human realms. Maybe he, Kor, was about to find out. Without any word, gesture or other means of explanation he was thrown into a large stall and the door locked behind him immediately. Inside it was dark and damp, but it did not take long for him to adapt and soon he could see a multitude of eyes transfixing him. He swallowed, trying to hide his rising fear, thinking that he was put here to be dinner for the wolves, but none of the creatures moved for a long time and he relaxed a little bit. Then suddenly one of them stepped forward until it stood only a foot away and began to sniff at him carefully. At the same time it kept its eyes locked to his - or her eyes rather, because he suddenly knew the creature was female. Another surprise was his fading anxiety. It seemed like his very instinct told him that he was safe and among friends - or even more then friends, which again fazed him abit. The eyes seemed to grow in size and seemed to change into the eyes of somebody he had known long ago, but also long forgotten. He tried to remember, but the memory eluded him. Then, without warning, the image melted away and was replaced by deep black darkness, that swallowed him up entirely. He felt a cold nose poke him repeatedly. He twitched and noticed that he was laying on his back, seemingly having blacked out. The concussion of his head must have been worse then expected, he thought as he rubbed his head and groaned abit. Above him, with what he could have sworn was a concerned look on her face, stood the same female wolf. Again her stare transfixed him and seemed to penetrate deep into his mind and soul. It seemed like she was searching for something in his eyes, too. Suddenly her eyes left his and her ears perked up in alarm. Then he also heard the approaching steps and his mind returned to his grim fate. He tried to struggle to his feet but failed when the door was opened and a massive Kirath entered. He summed up the scene with an experienced glance and before Kor could even think of resistance he was pulled off the ground and his clothing shred from his body. Then he felt something tight and cold around his neck and was dropped to the ground, the guard leaving without a word. While he slowly relaxed abit from the shock, Kor noticed how cold it was without his clothes. Soon he was shivering, his body curled to a ball, trying to keep warm enough. He couldnt help it, he thought, either he would find a way to get warm or he would not survive very long in his prison. He slowly raised his eyes and met those of the wolf who had never taken hers off him for long. He sensed a stange mixture of compassion and need in her eyes, but he also knew that he was expected to make a move if he wanted warmth. He decided to approach on all four and slowly while keeping his eyes on her. With every foot he came closer he drew more of the attention of the other wolves as well - it seemed like he could smell their interest in him. Soon a few of them and only a little later all of them slowly padded closer as well and before he knew it he was the center of a sniffing and wagging croud. He tried to relax as he felt canine tongues flick over his face, his sides, his stomach and his thighs. Muzzles seemed to poke him everywhere, taking in his scent while the odor of the creatures around him unmistakingly grew in strength as well - a distinctly female scent that enveloped him like a cloud. Once satisfied with their scrutiny of their new cellmate, the wolves settled down around him. He felt their warm fur on his skin and the gentle movement of their breething. Soon his exhaustion got the better of him and he quickly fell asleep. In his dreams he saw a strange woman - half human, half wolf - who approached him and spoke to him in a strange voice he could not understand. Then she reached out with her paw and touched his forehead. He could feel something change inside of him. When he turned towards her she just smiled and his vision blurred and before he knew it he was back to his usual dreams. Just now they were more peaceful then they had been for a long time. Kor felt warm and comfortable. Pleasant dreams flashed over the inside of his eyelids. A beautiful naked woman gently lowered herself on him and he was filled with the sensations of sex, getting wilder by the minute. Just when he thought he was about to reach his limits the scene changed. The woman seemed to grow fur, her panting breath hit him in a quite unhuman way until he noticed she now had a muzzle as well. He awoke with a start, sweat covering his body. He breathlessly gazed about while reality returned to him slowly. Still it seemed like the dream was not all over yet - he still had a hot and wet feeling between his legs. He had slept closely cuddled to the back of the female that had been the first to welcome him. His eyes ran down her form towards her lower back. she had cocked her tail to the side abit and had a slightly labored breath just like him. In wide-eyed surprise he noticed that his erect manhood was rubbing to her below her tail, teasing her nethers which had leaked quite abit of fluids on him there. It hit him that he must have been really close to mating her in their sleep and for a moment he was unsure whether to be shocked or disappointed to have woken up. She stirred slowly with a little displeased moan, feeling him take away his body that had felt so good against her. But, being a wolf, she was unbothered by the doubts and ponderings of men and turned her head to him, licking first his face and hands before moving to his crotch, where she quickly began to clean him up as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The soft licks felt wonderful and a few suppressed moans of pleasure left his mouth, but she stopped as soon as he was thoroughly clean. Then she laid on her side and raised one hind leg into the air, giving him a requesting stare. It was clear what she wanted - after her cleaning him it was his turn to do the same. He was abit perplexed at this. While he had definitely enjoyed the warmth at night, this was totally beyond what he expected in many ways. The idea of licking a wolf made him shudder, even more if it was licking its private parts - his human mind convincing him it was "dirty" and "insanitary" to do such a thing, while screaming at the part of his being that began to have less of a problem with the idea with every moment. Finally he gathered up some soft hay from the ground and as gently as possible began to rub the sweat and the juices off the body of the female. She flattened her ears at the feel of the grass, but let him proceed with a sigh of slight discontent. Just like him she had had vivid dreams, but they had been dreams about him from the start and when waking up she had already been hopeful they might actually have come true so soon. Oh well, she would make another move soon enough. * * * The following days were spent in the always same routine of sleeping, waking and eating. The Kiroth were actually quite generous with the meals and left them alone the rest of the time. Especially Kor appreciated to get alot of rest while he recovered from his injuries and a week after he had been captured he knew that he was almost as strong as he had been before. He could move swiftly again without the world turning into a blur in front of his eyes and he could use his full strength without straining or faltering. Being a man who had seen alot of this war, he knew that his recovery would soon end this period of respite. In the evening of the same day his forebodings seemed verified when the same Kiroth that had shred off his clothes and put a collar around his neck stepped into the room. He held a strange device in his right and his lips seemed to form a smile when he actually spoke to Kor: "You - mate - females", the Kiroth uttered slowly while waving a paw towards him and the canines in the room. He still had the same strange smile on his face which was very hard for Kor to interprete. It wasn't malicious nor was it pleased. It seemed like the creature forced itself to raise the edges of its mouth like it had seen humans do. The gaze of the Kiroth became more demanding as Kor realized that he was supposed to do it. Here and now. In front of that lizard. His face flushed with uneasiness and surprise, but he managed to stutter: "We.. we humans.. are quite..", he sought for words for a few moments, "unable.. to do this.. in front of.. spectators!" The Kiroth seemed to think about this for awhile, his face solid with his eyes unfocused, but then he seemed to have come to a decision: "You - mate - females - alone", and he added with a piercing glare: "no - mate - you - coal - mines" At that he turned around and left the room, leaving Kor in a state of great bewilderment. The Kiroth hadn't talked much, but at the same time two questions had been answered. He now knew why he was kept together with the wolves and fed so well. And he knew what happened to the less "lucky" prisoners and what would befall if he failed in his "task". Why the Kiroth had gone to the trouble of trying the closest to nice he could manage towards him was another mystery to him. Deep in thought he laid down on his back among what seemed to be intended as his harem now and soon the soft fur of seven large wolves was around closely, warming him and caressing him. He relaxed slowly and a smile widened on his face. He didn't even know what exactly he was smiling about and how he was supposed to mate these, admittedly gorgeous, canines, but his instinct was at ease and took control, his mind soon giving up its feeble resistance. Fur and warmth filled his senses as he drifted slowly into blissfull slumber once again. His dreams brought back distant memories of his youth. It had been a happy time and seemed forever gone now. When he was only 14 years old the Kiroth had invaded his home and only few had survived their killing rage as they had left behind nothing but a trail of blood and flames. A young lieutenant of the army had taken him in and been like a father to him from that time. By the age of 16 he had entered the army himself and had been part of a campaign that saw the Kiroth successfully driven out of Nay'ruven and the neighboring countries. The price of blood had been dire, but their enemy was scattered all over their desert homeland. Little did the humans know that they had dealt only with a single tribe and only few years later the Kiroth returned in full force and there was little chance of stopping them that time. Throughout his dreams those eyes were always there, no matter if it was in sweet memories or terrible nightmares. They watched, they waited and they kept him safe, he could feel it. So familiar were these eyes, now even more then ever before, yet it eluded him from where he knew them. Maybe he would know one day. There were other dreams in which he saw himself in wolf shape running through the forest together with the others. Scenes of hunting, fighting and rather explicit scenes of mating. In the darkness the eyes of a wolf kept watch over him. You will be ready soon, she thought, and then I can reveal myself to you and to the others. A soft glow appeared around her for a brief moment, before she, too, laid down to sleep.