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Third Earth Book One

Parts 11-15

R eaching across the table of a dimly lit inn, two tipsy female skunks snatched at the thick slabs of roasted meat laid out upon a large dish of rich gravy, the meaty juices running down the fur of their chins, as two females greedily gulped down chunks the cooked flesh torn free by their sharp fangs all most as though each bite might well have been their last. Between mouthfuls they would gulp down tankards of the inn's cheapest beverage, an ale most brewed form the fourth run of hops yet still ideal for drinking freely like water, it helped to force down sizable under chewed mouthfuls of meat.

“I reckon that human sired a good litter of kits, shame we couldn't keep him sister"

The first female laughed slamming her tankard down upon the table before licking the pads of her palms and finger tips clean, the second just chuckled dipping her claw like nail into the gravy as she stirred it a little until raising it to her thick black lips to suck it clean.

“We needed the money more my sister, besides too much hassle and up keep in keeping a male around anyway, we're better off as a duo"

The second female finally replied, she was tenderly rubbing her stomach as though convinced that she would soon show signs of her belly beginning swelling with her offspring, an idiotic grin spread itself from one side of her muzzle to the other. She continued to allow her paw like hand to linger her amongst the soft white fur of her front, leaning back into her chair she allowed herself the thought of raising a generation of kits, kits that would someday look after her when she became old and frail, kits that she would carrying on the family tradition. Still, despite all her day dreaming she was lucid enough to know that they both needed to lay low or at least after their celebratory feast, after all it was in honour of the recent windful of gold. Only minutes into contemplating their future, she felt the fur on the back of her neck go up on end as the scent of a lion made its presence known, a second later the inn door opened as a large heavily armoured warrior padded his way in from the chilled night air. The sound of rattling; clanking metal plate slapping against the other was quite distinct, to the point where she did not need to turn in her seat to know who or rather what had entered the tavern. Throwing her sister a glare, to stop her from staring at the lion directly, she focused on the contents of her tankard. Something most of the of the other patrons within the premises swiftly took to doing, even the resident tavern bards had stopped playing. A few awkward minuets of silence passed until an order for mead was made after which the bards continued playing as other patrons began going back to their conversation though the atmosphere remained both restrained and tense.

“Why's he here?"

The first asked only to be silenced by a facial motion signalling her to be quiet, she and her sister needed to play things smart, both of them had smelt lioness on that human they had pounced upon a few nights back, as such it would not have been a hard stretch of the intelligence to for both skunks to avoided standing out as much as they feasibly could. Both of them were fully aware how infeasible it would be to prevent themselves from eventually bump into at least one of the thrice accursed, mangy golden furred curs. For now, they just needed to play it calm, try to avoid drawing any attention to either of themselves. Listening into the large feline, the two sisters tried to gauge what they could from their conversation. The second sisters' eyes widened then narrowed at what she heard, making her blood run cold.

“What ails you this night, my lord?"

The vulpine bartender asked, the fox watched the lion's expression as he continued cleaning the inside of a wooden tankard with a relatively clean rag, from what fox could tell from both perfume accompanied by the finest silken sash that coin could buy that this lion was of noble bearing, possibly even from one of the more wealthier houses of the local pride, at least in the fox's reckoning as his eyes darted across the ornate nature of the lions sheathed sword, maybe a lower ranking noble not that it would matter much if he caused the lion offence.

“One doth seek a missing human, in truth a carpenter with the name of James O'dale, though thine hunt for this wayward carpenter has proven…fruitless."

The young warrior rumbled, tossing back his head he chucked the contents of his tankard down his gullet in one go before slamming it back down on the counter, looking down at his empty drinking vessel he let out a guttural grunt of displeasure at consuming it so quickly.

“I sense an interesting tale, please go on with it?"

The second sister mused, she had walked over slowly so as not to arouse undue suspicion. Her fingers sliding a couple of copper pieces across to the bar tender. The fox putting the tankard he had been cleaning to one side and refiling the lions' empty vessels much to the large male's delight.

“Then one doth bid thee to draw closer, one shalt regale thou with what one knows"

He boomed, a large paw clamping its digits across the female skunk's slender waist as she stepped in closer to him. She listened as the lion spoke of the human that she and her sister had sold to a black market acquaintance of theirs, how this human was under the protection of the pride. Every time the tankard became empty a few more coppers would be slide over to the barkeep to refill it, this repeated itself until the lions' words became slurred.

“My lord, I fear the grand effort of your undertaking, may have caused much fatigue, dare that I and my sister might tend to your tired body this night?"

The second sister whispers into the tipsy big cats' ear, her paw like hand running across his cod piece. She watched his ear perk up accompanied by a lecherous smile as his large gauntleted paw took a hole of her rear end. Her sister approached swiftly towards them, only to be drawn in close by the big cat, a loud rumble of laughter left his muzzle as the second sister laid a couple of silver coins on the counter. The fox gave a curt nod pocketing the coins, his silence had been brought along with a room for the night.

“Verily one shalt show thee, just how a true, male breeds"

The lion announced, his hand like paws unable to keep away the two females as the three of them headed towards the stair case, both female skunks looked to each other with a firm nod, their fingers caressing the hilts of their daggers as they helped him upstairs. It did not take them long to find the door to their room nor to guide the drunken male inside, laying him down upon the bed the sisters begun undressing each other In front of him, teasingly as he watched on with baited breath. Taking a few deep breaths, he could not believe his luck at enjoying his first time with not one female but two at the same time. Truly his ancestors were smiling upon him, if the lioness he had been wooing would not put out for him despite all the years of attention, then he would seek his pleasure elsewhere. Already he could smell the lustful juices flowing from the two females as they disrobed so beautifully In front of him, he could feel his cod piece becoming somewhat confining now as both sisters began easing onto the bed, his breathing grew heavier as both skunks sultrily crawling on their hands and knees towards him with seemingly only one thing on their minds.

“It's your turn my lord"

The first sister cooed, leaning back against the bed he allowed the siblings to unfasten his bulky chest plate, letting it drop heavily onto the floor, they smiled mischievously as both of them began undoing and removing his gambeson leaving only the armoured codpiece though this gave little to no resistance to their eager paws. His thick barbed member was released swiftly released from its confines as the two skunks all but drooled at the girthy sight presented before them.

“Looks like it's pleased to see us sister"

The second sister giggled as the first sisters' fingers curled around the girth, it might not have been the longest either of them had opportunity to enjoy, but she was positive it would be more than capable enough to satisfy their carnal needs. The second sister watched as her sister carefully engulfed his tip, seconds later the first sister was bobbing her head back and forth leaving the second to work on removing the males' heavy boots. Slipping her thighs either side of the strong muscular legs she began pushing her feet against the floor as little by little the boot began to give way until at last it came flying off, looking back she felt a twinge in her loins as she looked at the sheer bliss playing across the warriors' face, she needed to hurry before it was all over without her. With more urgency she tugged with more effort at the other boot, still it stubbornly refused to come off, with one last ditched effort it went skidding off across the floorboards leaving her with the opportunity to finally join in on the fun as well. With a grunt the lion tossed his head back fully against pillow while the males meticulously maintained mane bristled with utter delight, this was how he felt he should be treated by females, with utmost respect rather than being sneered at or slapped across the muzzle for attempting to woo them. Still, if the lionesses would not give him what he desired and so rightly deserved, then he would seek it in the beds of those who understood his worth, indeed he doubted any pampered maiden from the pride even knew how to use their muzzles in such a glorious manner and why not he was a member of the pride, true it was to one of the lesser family branch lines but still no less a member of nobility. It was at that point during his train of thought that his ability to think straight blurred into obscurity, as a second slender muzzle went to work, suckling as well as tugging teasingly at his large seed-bearing orbs. Grasping at the sides of the bed he let out an almost cub like whimper as he surrendered himself to the skunks' ministrations.

“Mnnnnnnnnn….yessss, verily thou's muzzle truly pleasures thine soul!"

He groaned throwing what he considered to be a grand compliment to the siblings, his eyes opened as he felt the muzzle that had been nursing his sizeable testicle suddenly abandon its post; giving him a sense of annoyance until he felt the second sister draw up close to his head.

“So, thou would seeketh fully the experience; of the prides tongue? Then come hither unto thine face and let us begin"

The lion chuckled with more than an air of over inflated ego about his tone, the female moaned loudly as she was drawn astride the warriors' head, his long rasping tongue stroking against her lower lips only to moments later slip the powerful oral muscle slowly up inside of her. It sent her mind spinning as the barbs along his tongue stroked against her velvety inner walls causing her fingers to grasp at the lions mane, she was panting heavily from the rough thickness of the oral muscle inside of her.

“GHNNNNNNNNN!"

She snarled through clenched teeth; she was unable to hold off the intense pressure deep within her, arching her back she cried out as her climax engulfed her much to his delight. Reaching down her pulled the first sister off of his twitching lion-hood with one of his large paws, the other had already grasped the second sister by her waist and slammed her down onto the bed next to him, though she was still too far engulfed by sexual high to notice her world turning upside down let alone how her body bounced upon the blankets as he set upon her with a wide lustful grin.

“ENOUGH, Tis Time!"

The mountain of feline muscle announced as he rolled her easily on to her front before slipping his hand under her pelvis to bring her rear up into the desired mating position, her afterglow was swiftly shattered when the lion unceremoniously slammed his inhuman tip up to then though her tight opening. Forcing every last inch of his organ inside of her in one sudden violent penetration. The skunks' eyes widened, bulging as if they might pop out of there sockets at any moment, her nails gripping at the sheets tearing through the woven fabric. She could feel the exquisite agony of his barbs dragging back along her inner walls over and over again in rapid succession, the sound of his pelvis slapping up against her haunches filled the air as he wasted no time in taking his pleasure of her body, the first sister shivered feeling grateful it had not been her on her hands and knees, the look in her siblings' face as she bit into her own hand to keep from screaming out, the sight of this held the her in a complete state of shock as she watched her sister bred like some wild beast before her very eyes.

“UHNNNN *GRUNTS* TAKE IT SLUT, COME…UHNNN...ON TELL ONE THAT THOU ART THINE HARLOT, TELLETH ONE THAT THOU LIKES IT DEEP INSIDE OF THOU!"

The Lion roared grasping the back of the second sisters head and jerking it back so he could look down at her expression, the sight sent him over the edge as he bucked viciously against her once, twice then a third time as he bucked against her, his doomed seed erupting into a female it had no chance of inseminating. Crouched over her stock still his large orbs twitched as every burst of his essence flowed dominantly into her body, the lion just grinned a stupid satisfied grin before eventually pulling out forcing a cry to escape the second sisters' muzzle. She wanted to scold him, demand some recompense for how he had treated her but no words could leave her thick black, all she could do was stay there with her rear end held up in the air as her passage way ached profusely. She growled to herself as she felt the sheets move beneath her as he fell backwards onto his back with a satisfied sigh, a sense of anger started to build with in her. the first sister reaching over across the bed to her distressed sister, softly running a concerned paw across her sister's furry cheek, while the male could be heard snoring thunderously as he slept soundly after having enjoyed himself thoroughly. Getting to her feet the first sister walked alongside the bed, climbed up upon it so she was crouched astride his face and lifted her long black white striped tail before straining slightly. A split second later she sprayed him full in the face with the pungent vile fluids' renown by her kind as their ultimate means of defence.

“AROGENT BASTARD!"

She growled as some of the foul liquid entered his open muzzle, the males' eyes snapped open as some entered his nose as he snorted mid snore. Swinging one arm towards the first sister it passed through thin air as she had already jumped away, it was her turn to grin now as she watched the male froth at the mouth. Grasping at this throat at the burning stench assaulting his acute sense of smell, his struggles did not last long as fell from the bed unable to breath with his eyes stinging, he fell unconscious. Taking her time, the first sister made her way to her siblings belonging to retrieve one of the daggers, walking back to the twitching male she bent down running the sharp edge down across his throat twisting it as she listened to the sound of his unconscious body as death gradually claimed him.

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T he wagon had finally stopped bouncing and jerking James about, for the most part it was dark thanks mostly to the drapes that had been tied into place over the bars. Fortunately, there was a slight gap at the base where the material had bunched up between two of the straps, due to this oversight on his overseer's part; every now and then he could feel the breeze flow in from outside. The caress of cool air against his exposed skin as it washed over him gave a moments rest bite from the sweltering heat of his cage. Occasionally he would see the silhouettes of branches as the wagon moved under a tree, he was not entirely sure how long it had been but he soon found the silhouettes starting to become more frequent as if his cell was entering some densely packed wooded area. Suddenly a grunt left his lips as the wheels of the waggon ran over something before lurching slightly to one side throwing James heavily against the bars striking his head against them; causing everything for a few seconds to go fuzzy as the already muffled shouts from outside his cage became fainter still. He hardly registered a pair paw like hands grasping him from under his arms to start dragging him along, at this point he wanted to move deeper into the darkness and away from the waking world.

“Get him out of there now ancestors damn you!"

The golden retriever bellowed to his subordinates; the sides of his muzzle had drawn back revealing his teeth as he snarled angrily. He could not believe the idiot in charge of the wagon had failed to spot the massive root protruding from the ground. Looking towards the wagons rear half he could see it resting where the rear left wheel had been, his fury was only kept in check as he saw his prize slave being dragged out.

“How is it?"

The slaver boss bellowed, storming over there the canine could brow furrowed as he spotted the bruising along the side of the humans forehead.

“Some bruising along his head, and a dislocated shoulder; from where he collided with the bars of his cage, but he should make a full recovery"

A female calico cat purred softly, her petite paw like hand softly runny across his cheek in a slow caress. She was dressed much akin to all the other slaves in a plane rough sacking like length of material with a hole in the centre for the head to go through, while a length of cord kept it place around her waist.

“Good, very good, we'll breed him with several mice next"

The golden retriever started to say only for the female slave to interrupt him.

“forgive me master, please, I fear while the human may not be in danger of meeting his ancestors, he may require watching. If master may recall the squirrel just last spring, they too banged their head but several nights on, they went to sleep and never woke up."

The female noted flinching as the slaver boss raised his arm to strike her with the back of his paw, seconds pass but she felt no blow to her face, daring to look up she could see him deep in thought then his arm lowered much to her relief.

“Indeed, you are quite correct, very well you will attend to him for seven nights; BUT…if it dies then I'll let the boys have you!"

He mused with a soft warm tone; he enjoyed the expression of utter terror spreading across her face as his words burned themselves into her mind, the felines eyes darted from the retriever and several of the equine that were numbered amongst the present crew of slavers, a pitiful wail left her lips as she turned her gaze desperately back to James whose head was lain across her lap as she knelt there on the ground.

“please, no master, please"

The calico begged; this display of despair, desperation as well as pleading for his mercy greatly amused the slaver boss. Bending down further to get closer into the felines face he watched her start to tremble, a grin spreads across his face as he whispers quietly to her with a tender tone.

“Tell you what, if it does not die and you become fat with kittens, I may well see to freeing you, once the kittens are old enough to be sold off that is"

A cruel sense of hope filed the female slave, she had found peace in accepting her fate as breeding stock but now freedom was being dangled before her so cruelly that she felt her stomach twist itself up in knots.

“thank you master"

She forced her muzzle to push out the words with as much submissive gratitude as she could muster, though deep down she hated herself for daring to feel hope again after so many years. It had been so easy for her to surrender to reality of having no control over anything she did that now having her own fate placed with in her own paws, she felt panic start to bubble up from deep within.

“I shall leave you two alone for the time being, oh and I'll have some food brought over too, can't have either of you starving on me now, can I?"

With these last words spoken with a mirthful tone, the slaver boss stood up to take his leave a broad smile spreading across his face. Dusk had begun to fall and the humans' eyes began to flicker open into the waking world, as he did so he felt the thudding pain from his head threaten to drive any rational thought from his mind, moreover the urge to scrabble to his feet and just run in any direction flailing took hold but the moment he tried raise his head from the warm comfortable cushion a burning pain ran through his shoulder.

“Shhhhh, it okay, you're okay now shhhhh!"

A soothing voice purred to him; James blinked a few times to clear his vision to see a cute cate like face looking down at him. He began to notice other things too like the cushion was the soft warm fur of her lap along with the touch small finger tips running long the skin of his cheek, he hadn't felt anything like this, not since he had been a child. James felt his need to flee dissipate as calm started washing over him, he felt a need to introduce himself to her, the calico put a finger to his lips before he could do so.

“No names, we are property, we no longer have them"

She whispered in soft hushed voice; the female smiled faintly as she gazed down at him with her dichromatic eyes, it was her hope he would embrace the hopelessness of his situation, after all he was a slave now just like she was. The sooner he came to terms with this the sooner he would find the same peace of mind in just accepting his new role in life.

“Food will soon be here soon, but I am truly grateful you are awake"

The feline mewed, James could not help but hear a sense of genuine gratitude in her voice that puzzled him but such thoughts were pushed aside as he felt a water skin raised to his lips.

“Try to sip it, not gulp, you'll choke if you do"

she cautioned while tipping it to allow the water to pass between his lips, he wanted to disregards her warning but she had control over how much was being poured into his mouth. Puling the water skin away she put the stopper back in to resume stroking his cheek as they watched the moon rise fully into the sky, the other side of the encampment a ram was filling a bowl of what may have been an unappetising stew as a voice called out to him from the wagon mere feet away.

“That had better not be for the human, it and whatever piece of merchandise it's with, is to get the same sustenance as us, after all that human is a top tier resource and like any quality tool; it must be well looked after."

The slaver boss noted with a restrained sigh as the ram walked over to the retriever with a dumb expression painted across his face and a single word upon his lips.

“huh?"

Squeezing his finger and thumb against his canine brow, the retriever turned to his right-hand rat that stood just next to him, the rodent nodded as he piped up in a somewhat crass tone.

“Ya feed dat hoomon da good stuff, if gets sick den da boss be selling ya hide for parchment, understand…yes?"

The ram answered continued to look at retriever blankly still holding the bowl in his hands.

“huh?"

Came the same response, the golden retriever took a few deep breaths, went to try and explain to ram one last time but as slowly as possible.

“Now listen, very, very, carefully"

The slaver boss began.

“huh?"

The ram said with the same clueless expression about his features, the retriever closed his eyes for a brief moment before reopening them, drawing the rams' own knife that sat sheathed upon his belt and drove it into the male sheep's chest, giving it a slight twist for good measures.

“Why, my dear rodent, do we hire these imbecilic dolts?"

The retriever muttered; he watched as the realisation of what had just happened dawned on the ram's face as he crumpled to the ground, all but pouncing upon the still warm body the rat began looting it of anything worth taking.

“Dey be cheap, an' work for less coin"

The slaver boss's assistant noted riffling through the rams' purse, the canine took a deep breath to calm himself he casually stepped down from his wagon as smile formed across his muzzle. The warmth of several large firepits blazed happily all around the camp, with the largest at the very centre where the smell of feral pig being spit roasted filled the air. The sound of numerous individuals gathered around the camp fires playing flutes, lutes along with other simplistic musical instruments, some even improvised filled the night air with music while others sang barely in key while. Around the main camp fire several of the female slave females forced to strip naked now danced for the slavers, fearful of

the punishment should they refuse, other where being used in a more carnal way.

Striding through the undulating bodies in mid act of lust, he made his way to the largest of the fires pausing only to accept a tankard of ale. Raising his hands up and coughing loudly for silence, it took a few moments before the ruckus quietened down to allow their boss to speak.

“Settle down my lad's, Lady Luck has smiled upon us with a glorious gift beyond anything you or I could imagine!"

more heads begun to spring up as tankards were raised in praise to their leaders' words, for he had was the one who had picked them up from the gutters, provided them with wealth, food but above all, purpose. Taking a moment to breath in the captivated atmosphere the golden retriever continued his speech.

“Now some of you maybe already aware of what I speak about, we have recently acquisitioned a healthy strong human male, now we could indeed sell this recent for a king's ransom!"

He paused for a moment to let this sink in before continuing.

“Though that would be only a one-time windfall, we could however cut down on the risks we all take every time we take on new merchandise, or transport our stock from venue to venue. With this new resource we could produce our own merchandise, rather than all that unpleasant business of stealing it."

The canine again paused as he looked around, satisfied with what he saw he continued on.

“The lucrative cub market, the same one that affords us so much gold, will no longer be rare occurrences filled with desperately trying to avoid all those vengeful families! We can produce our own cubs and enter that extremely lucrative market full time, so I offer up this toast to all of you!"

He announced raising his tankard to the air.

“Gentlemen...I give you our future, our bread and butter!"

With this a rousing roar of approval went up as the music started up along with the debauchery a few of the merry makers made their way in search of the human fully intent upon inspecting him for themselves, it would be an experience he would not enjoy.

By the fifth inspection James was sick and tired of having people force his jaw open to check his teeth, the calico just knelt to one side her head bowed down so as not to attract any attention from the drunken rabble, he couldn't really blame her for being scared. Part of him was grateful when it was over, more so when the golden retriever headed over to them his rat assistant following close behind with two wooden plated with thick slabs of succulent roast pig. No forks or knives though he could understand why, after all only a fool would give a slave something sharp or pointy that could be used as a weapon against them or further yet, utilised to attempt escape. He could hear them speaking as they came closer so he listened carefully after all what else could he do he was just a carpenter; he didn't know how to fight but he could figure out what had been planned for him.

“When it be better, wot say we be a breedin' Da Hoomon with dat bitch, dem pup's be fetching a pretty bit of coin?"

Rat suggested with a sense of excitement, the canine crouched down placing the wooden plates before his two possessions. There was focused expression upon his dog like features as though deep in contemplation.

“My dear wormwood, in spite of your crass and filth ridden nature, you can at times be quite a most insightful fellow, yes indeed a most splendid idea my good rat"

The golden retriever noted turning to cupping Wormwood's shoulder with an amused chuckle, turning back to calico and with a soft tender tone spoke to them.

“Hurry up and eat up now, oh and do try to remember my offer?"

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T he sounds of loud guttural moans accompanied by the moans of ecstasy filled the marble hallway leading to the chambers of Pride village's alpha female, a maid waited outside of the heavily engraved double wooden doors. The floor and walls took on a shine of their own under the chandeliers spread evenly along the coffered ceiling, the decorative gold cornice and skirting only further accentuated the sheer exorbitance of wealth the main house of the pride possessed. Vast portraits of the pride's most noteworthy ancestors decorated the high walls as if to pay homage to the great warriors whose likenesses had forever been immortalised. Quietly the maid stood in readiness should her mistress have need of her, a wide grin was spread across her lioness features as she listened in to going on beyond the chamber doors.

Inside two lions locked in the throes of sexual combat could been seen splayed across the multitude if luxurious cushions, as Erillia the alpha female of pride of the blazing mane held a young male lion noble at the very brink of releasing his essence inside of her. Yet she refused to let him experience his climax, for she had barely reached her ninth orgasm and was far from impressed. The young male had come of age only a few days ago, she had taken it upon herself as a favour to one of her sisters, to teach him the bedroom duties he would be expected to perform come the time of his arranged marriage.

“Thine prowess grows daily, but thy stamina still requires much work"

Erillia announced, her body beneath his in the typical mating stance of her people. The male's paws held on to her shoulders firmly while he gripped at her hips with his thighs for all his worth, the poor youth hammered his lion-hood back'n'forth in the desperate attempt to make her climax but was losing steam rapidly. So, when an interruption in the form of a knock from the chamber doors sounded out, he was most relieved.

"Enter and by thine ancestors, thou hast best good cause for bringing disturbance unto oneself!"

The Lioness growled irritably, she did not enjoy such disturbance when providing tutelage of such nature, keeping her student's attention on the task at hand; would often be hard enough at the initial start of their training those with such having to worry about such distractions.

“Continue Nephew"

She snapped firmly; this caused the poor male to redouble his efforts as the grand doors opened to reveal her maid. Straight away the maid had dropped down to one knee with her head bowed submissively before starting to speak.

“Forgive ones most unwanted intrusion thy lady ship, One hast word of ill tidings in regards unto the human carpenter.

The maid waited until she was bidden to speak further. With a frustrated sigh Erillia placed a hand behind her so it would rest upon the young males' head, silently commanding him to stop.

“Pray continue?"

She rumbled; her eyes focused fully on the maid now to give the servant all of her attention.

"Thy lady, thine Carpenter that thou hast name ward of the pride, has not been seen since his journey home from the tavern, the watch given the duty of the carpenters safety, was treacherously slain whilst the scent of skunk was located around the body."

The maid replied in a calm, clear and respectful tone.

“HOW LONG AGO DID THIS TAKE PLACE?"

The alpha female bellowed; she winced as she got to her feet forcing the barbed shaft of the young noble to pull free from within her.

“Several days thy lady! Verily such knowledge was kept from the pride; by young lord basilisk himself, it would seem the young lord sought to earn the honour of locating the ward of the pride for himself."

Came the maid's response much to ire of her mistress, with a restrained sigh and a muttered curse under her breath the alpha female took a dep breath, held it before letting it out slowly so as to calm her voice as she spoke.

“Tell unto oneself, has that fool of a lord at least successful in his labours?"

The scent of nervousness in her servant spoke volumes but awaited to hear the words for herself.

“It is unknown thy lady, for alas the young lord was found dead this very night, face down in back allies, with throat slit and the repugnant scent of skunk spray upon his lordships corpse."

The maid flinched as Erillia issued a roar of utter rage, the plans she had been cultivating, the plans she had been putting into place to guide the human out from his mourning and bring solution to a grievous issue that plagued the upper most echelons of the pride, it was ruined all ruined. To make matters worse great shame had been brought to the name of the Blazing Mane, it was an unforgivable insult that the perpetrators would rue, of this she silently vowed. Taking a few deep breaths, the lioness forced herself to calm down as she realised much to her absolute horror, she was holding her maid by the throat her claws unsheathed as if ready to rend her servant apart. She could smell the terror on the made scent while the poor frightened lioness trembled uncontrollably, a feeling of guilt bubbled up from the very pit of Erillia's stomach.

“Trillin, forgive one's stupidity unto thine's person, tis not your fault, yet one wrongfully acted so shamefully unto thou"

The alpha female announced slowly releasing her servants throat and drawing the maid in close to her exposed body, it would take the maid some time to stop trembling before she could gather her wits and speak to her mistress.

“Please, worry thine self not thy lady, thou's wrath is justified if only misplaced"

Trillin whimpered, she could feel the large heavy paw of her mistress against the back of her head and around the small of her back, she knew the alpha had not intended target such a display of wrath against her personally.

“Thank you trillin, please, one bid's thee, send another to take upon thy duties, then as recompense for one's actions, thou shalt take this very night off with pay."

Erillia whispered resting her brow to Trillins in a show of affection.

"With all respect, thine place is here with thy lady, if thou would permit one, one would prefer to continue one's duties"

The servant replied nervously smiling, the alpha lioness smiled faintly as she released the maid saying softly.

“Verily well met, oneself is indeed blessed by one's ancestors to have thou as thy servant, mayhap thou can help give yonder whelp pointers unto best pleasure a female?"** **

Erillia chuckled before turning to her nephew.

"Now ones nephew, tis time to continue thine lesson!"

She announced as the maid began to undress with a broad smile about her muzzle, the male issued an audible squeak as he scrambled back along the cushions, he gave a whimper as he tried to flee but there would be no escape for him as both females pounced upon him.

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J ames slowly opened his eyes; his wagon had been fixed with new straw having been laid, the night had been restful despite the calico nuzzling and licking at his face. He could feel something warm over top of him, the feline was sprawled face down across him with his man-hood though flaccid was still deep inside of her. He muffled a gasp as his now conscious mind felt the calico's inner walls spasm around his organ causing it to swell slightly, stretching her opening as it did so. She mewed pitifully as the sensation of his member growing inside of her caused her to wake up with a start.

“soooo biiig"

She whimpered; she could feel him trying to pull out to ease her distress but she had other ideas, bearing down her vaginal walls began clamping down on as much of his length as her body could accommodate. Even if she couldn't take him all the way in, she still ground her hips against him, she adored how his gland would rub along her overly stretched passageway. The feline was by no means a novice in the ways of making litters of kittens, but James still stretching her enough to make her take notice, panting heavily she clenched tightly around his girth, pushing herself as close to him as she could pressing her lithe body against his.

“dooooo iiiit"

The calico begged, she purred loudly at the knowledge she held the bulb like tip trapped inside of her now, neither of them could free themselves until his seed fertilised her. The touch of his large furless hands moving up along her haunches sent quivers of utter delight through her body, she loved how his fingers void of fur; pad or claw moved down through her fur to grasp firmly at her hips. It took her breath away for the briefest of moments she had in the past been forced to endure the size of far larger males, their girth and flared ends or knot like muscular bases causing her no end to pain until she had grown more accustomed to such things, this though, oh how she wished she was still untouched by the lust of males, the calico was sure she would have enjoyed this sensation even more than she was now.

“it..it feels like…mnnnn…like, your tip it was made for pleasure!"

She purred, the sound of which vibrated though her body, she found herself having to will herself not to go any deeper, she didn't want him tied with her womb at least not yet, no she wanted to savour this for a bit more first. James blushed brightly at her words as he finally remembered his role in all this, after all if either of them wished to be fed later, then they would need to copulate. Slowly he began to move his hips intime to hers, he was amazed with how easily he was able to move through her body. With the previous females he had been paired with, they had been so tight it had proven somewhat uncomfortable if not sometime painful when the partner for that season, had amorously picked up the pace. Yet here he found himself able to thrust more freely much to the felines delight, even as she sat back up with her paws upon his chest her hips were rocking with far more vigour than just seconds earlier.

“uhnnnnn"

Was all he could gasp as he looked up into her dichromatic eyes, a gasp followed by a slight jerk was all the warning she gave him of her imminent climax. That and the feel of her nails pricking against his skin, the female slave closed her eyes tightly as she collapsed over him gripping at his body as tightly as she could. She was lost to the throes of pleasure that she had never felt with such intensity, even after all the years of baring merchandise to be sold off, it had never felt even in the slightest bit close to this sensation. A sensation that was suddenly becoming just too much for her to handle any more, let alone understand. Mercifully such concerns where soon washed away as another wave of euphoria washed over her soon to be followed by a third then a fourth, before at last slowly easing into a warm sense of well-being. Laying there she could feel his powerful chest rising and falling slowly as he held her tenderly in his large strong hands, one of which had slowly started to caress the fur on her back, she liked that, she liked that a lot.Her own chest was heaving heavily as she realised, he had stopped breeding with her, she was sure he hadn't released inside of her yet. The calico could only wonder if he had stopped so she might experience this new sensation to its fullest first, this train of thought made her giggle like a kitten as she gently groom him her tongue out of gratitude.

“It's okay, shhhh, it's okay"

She hushed James softly; he could feel the rough texture brushing against his skin as the barbs upon her tongue scraped against him. He smiled softly to her as he reflected on how tiny she seemed trembling against him, her dainty little paws only just reached below his knees, eventually he felt her stirring as she started to move with a tender purr, her dilated eyes looking up at him as she propped herself up on her elbows. The human smiled warmly to her then squeaked cutely as his man-hood still erect and unsated twitched, a broad mischievous smile spread itself across her muzzle as she liked her mouth flaps from one side to the other.

“Awww, poor thing must be feeling left out?"

She teased, with a groan she eased herself up off of him only to wobble and nearly fall as her quivering legs all but gave out from under her.

“It's okay…just..just let me get in to position for you"

The feline giggled, her paws shoo his large mitt's away when he had reached out to steady her, taking her time she got down onto her hands and knees before raising her hind quarters towards him.

“What are you waiting for? Let's do this!"

She mewled longingly to him, biting his bottom lip the human crawled over to her positioning himself behind her. He could feel her body tense up as he started guiding his thick swollen end against her still winking entrance, carefully James began easing himself back up inside of her. the sudden popping motion of his bulbous end entering her extracted a deep intake of breath from him and a deep happy moan from her, then he eased himself slowly down into the convulsing passage way as it spasmed all around his sensitive gland.

“ANCESTORS"

He grunted through gritted teeth; her only response was an increased level of purring, having reached half way his bulb like head was nestled itself contentedly against her cervix.

“Don't stop this time, no matter what happens, keep going!"

The calico announced, bracing herself she pushed back against him as his hands took a hold of her just above her hips. With a gasp he started drawing himself back only to drive back down into her; eliciting a deep lustful moan from his feline lover. Her tight feline opening having grown used to his sheer girth accepted him with its tight warm embrace that elicited a deep appreciative groan from his lips. Something that drew out a wide grin to spread across her muzzle while a playful growl escaped her thick black lips as she enjoyed feeling the humans breeding muscle start to punch its way through her passage way with such delicious passion that stars flashed before her eyes.

“Yes!.....ANCESTORS YES….FUCKING BREEEED MEEEE!"

The calico mewled in absolute ecstasy; her mind felt as if it was drifting away upon the tides of pleasure whilst laid out on raft of raw unfiltered sensations. The way his bulbous gland dragged against her inner walls as he drew back only to drive back into her of the ability to form any rational thought, for the feline her mind could only grasp one thing, its need to have the male sire her young and from the way he ploughed into her depths it seemed as if that was exactly what he intended to do. His strong thick fingers dug into her hips in away that mewl and growl all at the same time, the calico lost count of how many times she had been sent over the edge from one climax to enough yet still he kept going.

“I...I'm...UHHHN!"

James grunted, he could feel her tight passage way clamping down on him again, squeezing him so tightly that it robbed him of his sexual release. He wondered if she was doing this deliberately to make him last longer inside of her. If that was the case then he truly wished she would not bare down quite so much, it took every ounce of his strength in conjunction with the leverage he had in this position just to push down into her with his swollen breeding muscle. Though pulling back up took even more effort than that as at one point he had to pause in fear he might have ripped either his own organ or the felines vaginal walls, after a few more moments the calico slumped down exhausted a glazed expression upon her face as at last he with a loud cry he finally buried himself deep into her body, the sensation of her cervix giving way to allow him entrance into her inhuman womb where his thick creamy essence splattered unceremoniously against its insides. A slight tug revealed her cervix was not about ready to allow him to escape its hold just yet, not while he was still erect inside of her. Easing himself down onto his side he laid with her, feeling the sleeping feline snuggle up close to him, his hand gently running along the fur upon her side to illicit a contented purr from her as he drifted to sleep with a happy smile playing across his lips.