Trials of the Assassin
Warning! Warning! Warning! This story contains all those things your mom and dad said they'd tell you about when you grew up, in hopes you'd never ask again. Avert your eyes, lest this missage burns itself into your retinas, for I can't be held accountable for your marred purity! And all the rest. You know the deal. 18 blah blah don't read blah blah legal blah blah... Okay, enough on with the story. Warning! Warning! Warning! __________________ Trials of the Assassin - By Kandrel
- * * "Rrrrnft!" This was my only warning before a thick gout of bitter liquid coated my mouth, then my whiskers and striped muzzle fur as I pulled my head back. Keeping my maw wide open, I caught the last spurts of Harem Master Saud's exuberance on my tongue as the leathery pads of my fingers rubbed the base of his thick (but otherwise unimpressive) shaft through the bunched sheath. I looked up to gauge his reaction, secure in the knowledge I'd performed my role admirably, his length still twitching and throbbing as I aimed it away from my garbed front. He panted in long gusts, whiskers twitching and ears laid back along his feline skull. "Oh, yes, I'm sure his eminence Lord Eren will be all too eager to try your charms, lady. We haven't had a ferret of your skills in years, and our lord is well taken with your kind." I smiled sweetly, drips of his spunk still dripping from the short fur of my face, shifting my hips so the bulge in my own crotch wouldn't contradict his last statement. With the hand not on his cock, I slowly slid my curved and sharp jambiya back home in its sheath. Right answer, Harem Master, I thought to myself. The smile wasn't only for the dazed and huffing tiger standing over me, but for the fact that I wouldn't have to hide his rather amply sized body. You may live. With ease born of countless hours tumbling from rooftop to rooftop, rather than from bed to bed, I rose to my feet in a subservient bow. My tongue licked over my mask-patterned head, and my well toned ferret form uncurled like a spring, silently and smoothly. If this simpleton knew that he'd just adopted into his lord's precious harem the famed assassin Kamran, he'd probably have given birth to his own kittens. He wouldn't have known, though. What's the point of being a famed assassin if you can't even fool the fat harem master? I adjusted my deceptively thick raiment across my front and licked my lips, cleaning the slowly drying mess from my fur. As Saud recovered and started to list the responsibilities of a proper harem girl out loud, I started to count the coin reward for this contract in my head. Behind him, the double doors opened into the palace proper, and the sumptuous room where I'd spent the last minutes on my knees seemed a bare hovel compared to the lush extravagance of Lord Eren's little paradise. Little fountains with towering palms scattered between broad marble walkways like oases adorning a desert of stone. The palace itself raised its domed crown above the green fronds of the foliage, the gold embossed surface reflecting the hot sun down upon the miniature desert, so its inhabitants sought haven in the shade. And what inhabitants they were! Here, two rabbits so white their fur appeared almost blue stood together, quiet conversation stalled by my appearance. At the next oasis, a vixen (full of chest and round of hips) shared a rather peculiarly coloured drink with a mink with fur so lush she looked like a cloud. Just beyond the pair, three mice huddled together on the wall surrounding a fountain, splashing each other with the water under the passive gaze of an armed and armoured lupine guard. Such a display of feminine flesh caused my well-disguised pride to strain for freedom. With harsh mental discipline (and intentionally digging a claw into my palm) I fought the urge, following Harem Master Saud with all appearance of grace and docility. We strayed from sparkling pool to bubbling font, and I was introduced to Hamiyet (whose dancing would have a man standing at attention within the first few steps) and Sabite (whose figure had caused men to fight to the death) and Kader (whose tongue could coax a eunuch to orgasm.) I was shown the front entrance and the rear, and the servant's entrance through which I should pass each day. I was instructed that our Lord is a man with many needs, and that serving him whenever and wherever his needs struck him was our duty, nay, our only reason for existing. In my mind, all I heard and saw was how poorly this Lord's feeble defences would serve him when I was ready to strike. So through the long day's sun, I basked in the shade, cooled myself by the fountains, and paraded my tantalizing (if fraudulent) feminine charms. Watered down drinks were pressed into my paws, conversations of visiting lords and their limited prowess passed my ears, and scents of the virile mistresses surrounding me drove my nose to distraction. Not long past mid-day, as the sun beat down mercilessly into the little courtyard, the Lord Eren finally made his appearance. Long of body and short of leg, the noble otter and his coterie of personal bodyguards strode blithely out into the sun. Now, I must confess that my tastes laid more with the toothsome beauties than their stalwart (and male) guardians, but if I were to define my taste in the masculine gender, his name would be Lord Eren. Given my new title as a member of the harem, I had no reason to hide my long appraising gaze as it swept across his features. The otter basked in the sun as he strolled, obviously enjoying himself. The light glistened off of his tawny fur, groomed and manicured to perfection. His ears sat lazy sentry atop his rounded head, as his eyes drank in the sight of his luscious harem, who in turn, were drinking in the sight of him. No taller than five lengths high (pleasingly close to my own four and a half) he stood with a straight posture that somehow exuded alertness and laziness both. Seemingly having arrived at his destination, the otter stopped, and blithely began to disrobe. First his robe, which revealed the broad expanse of lighter fur, covering a toned swimmer's chest and stomach, then his trews, which uncovered tan thighs and the Lord's ample endowment, sheath pulled to his lower stomach, and sac dangling juicily between his short legs. He handed his clothes gingerly to one bodyguard, then with characteristic lutrine flair, slid into the nearby knee-deep fountain with barely a splash. Perhaps I hadn't done my research well enough, but I was well and truly surprised when the two harem girls (the two white rabbits) next to the fountain stepped delicately over the low wall, heedless of their concealing attire. With a smile and a look that could only be defined as "Bedroom Eyes," they converged on the floating Lord, and without a command, direction, or even a word, their hands and mouths started to work over the otter's form. Their expert fingers traced through his sleek fur, and pink tongues flicked out to tease at the noble's ears and neck. Without skipping a beat, one of the two rabbits (I had trouble pinning one down; they looked like twins to me) ran fingers over the otter's sheath, pulling at the fuzzy tube until a hint of pink arousal peeked out from the tawny thighs. Not to be outdone, the other rabbit pinched the spongy tip, then covered the exposed flesh with her leathery pawpads. All I could see from my vantage was a thin squirt of liquid from her cupped hand as she started to stroke slowly. None of this passed unnoticed among the rest of the harem. All eyes were on the trio, and the scent of female in my nose doubled as a wash of excitement passed through the crowd. As the smell hit me, a moment of thought passed the otter's features. He glanced around, then lifted one hand, placing it on the back of one of the rabbits. With an intense smile, she climbed atop his waist, kneeling over him in the shallow water. As she fingered at her waist, pulling free the ribbons and veils concealing her treasure, the other rabbit gave a defeated grin, then climbed out of the fountain, joining the watching crowd in eager anticipation. The harem girl atop the Lord smiled and leaned back, trapping the otter's growing excitement between her rump cheeks, tip squelching against her puff of a tail. I watched in awe as she displayed her talents. Lord Eren's hands went to support his head, letting the expert harem girl go to work above him. Without a glance or help from her paws, she lifted her hips, and the straining shaft slipped slickly between her nether lips, then disappeared from sight as she dropped her hips in one smooth, confident stroke. Tail up and rump to me, I could see her squeeze, and the thickening shaft spearing between her thighs gave a throb in response. Now's my opportunity I instructed myself, and gathering my courage (and no small amount of lust) I strode confidently towards the fountain. The dejected rabbit watching her twin ride the Lord turned and put a hand on my shoulder. "You're not supposed to..." "I wasn't brought here to watch, my lady" I responded in a convincing falsetto, stepping over the wall into the fountain. The otter's attention was drawn by my approach, but with a lick of my lips and a lusty wink, he grinned widely, showing me a mouthful of sharp teeth as he gave a rutting buck up into the rabbit astride his hips. Can't do the deed here. Gotta get him alone. The eyes of both bodyguards, assiduously avoiding their coupling lord, settled on me, watching every action for any sign of aggression. Thinking for a moment, I settled on a plan. Wading behind the rabbit, whose ears followed me as I moved, I ducked, kneeling in the water. Now, if you were to ask me about my relevant skills, I would recount to you my prowess with a sword, or my knowledge of all 100 poisons taught by the Master Serhat. But though those are all quite true, I must claim no small amount of skill in the bedroom (or fountain, as it may be) with my tongue. Putting my hands on the insides of Lord Eren's thighs, I spread his legs and darted my muzzle under the bouncing rabbit's tail. A groan and a throb rewarded my actions as my soft tongue washed over what little I could reach of the shaft as it plunged into the rabbit's depths. The otter's hips slapped the surface and I got a facefull of water as he grunted, and started his own thrusting, using his thick tail as a lever. Smiling to myself as my plan slowly crystallized, I kept my hips held high above the water. I wouldn't want wet and clinging fabric to give away my identity, especially since there was no way I could hide my own excitement as I licked at the stiff shaft. The rabbit herself was doing some groaning, and with my nose against her tail, she ground her hips down against my tongue. I felt her convulse, shivering and squealing above both the Lord and myself. Hidden behind the rabbit's form, I couldn't see the otter's response, but I could gauge it well enough a few seconds later, as the length I'd been lapping suddenly pulsed. The liquids dripping from the rabbit's lips and running in little rivulets down the exposed and oily otter flesh gained taste and texture as Lord Eren's essence flowed from her depths. She stood shakily, rump dripping and sodden from the water, and I took the chance to fully engulf the otter's shaft in my muzzle, gazing up at him in what I hope was an enticing glance. With one last lick, I stood gracefully and bowed, following the rabbit from the fountain, leaving his Lordship floating in post-orgasmic bliss. From beneath hooded lashes, I saw him gazing after me, and I knew the first part of my plan had succeeded. ***** ***** ***** Safe in my new private quarters within the palace not half an hour later, I slowly stripped out of the expensive and revealing veils and ribbons (stolen.) On the bathside table I piled the scroll listing my skills and tutors (forged) along with the signature of my previous Lord (deceased.) Finally, I unlatched my harness and hid it behind a cushion near the bath and smiled. Now naked in front of the mirror, I picked over my reflection meticulously. White bands covered my muzzle and head, breaking up the monotony of the black. Even though I'd mussed the fur earlier, I could still see little patches where the Harem Master's spunk had crusted. I combed through my fur lightly, brining some semblance of lustre back to the glossy black. Finishing, I posed, admiring my form. Lithe and supple, I bent, and years of practice at my subtle arts (combined with my rather flexible spine) gave me a rather feminine form. If I didn't look at the sheath dangling from a thin flap of skin from my belly, I could almost convince myself that I was a flat-chested young ferret lady. Longing for hot water and a chance to plan the next part of my diabolical scheme, I bent, testing the water with a few fingers. The bath was set down into the marble floor, circular, with a waist-height ledge running halfway around. The water was just this side of tepid, which would make a nice way to cool from the sun. Running my hand through the water, my mind wandered for a critical second. "What a fine view to greet me with my new toy." The voice had the sly timbre of another mustilid, without the rolling growl of a feline or the sharp yap of the canines. A quick glance around my slender legs confirmed my fears. Silhouetted in the afternoon sun at the entrance to my chamber was Lord Eren. Fuck. I'd just finished making sure his Lordship was sated and drained, and he's already making a private call? I wasn't ready yet! Luckily, my legs were crossed, or else he'd be getting a nice view of my dangling equipment, in addition to a glimpse under my tail. Right, how to salvage this? I stood straight up, gathering my wits, and took a step down into the bath, making sure to keep my legs close together. "Care to join me for a bath, my Lord?" I hope my voice was convincingly female. Was that a hint of suspicion I saw? No, just a passing thought, probably. Regardless, the smile that broke across his face spoke volumes. He hadn't bothered to clothe himself again. In fact, did he still look wet? He must have just recovered in the fountain, and come straight here. I leaned forward against the side of the bath, water coming up to my waist. As I leaned forward across the floor, cold dread hit me. My jambiya was too far out of reach. I might have to improvise. "And where did you come from, my little lady?" I felt the water swirl behind me as he stepped down into the bath. "Harem Master Saud purchased me this morning, my lord." I forced the tranquil response through gritted teeth. How could I be so careless? He was getting too close! "Then I shall have to have a word with my Harem Master. He is growing lax." "I'm sorry, I don't understand, my LoOH!" The last forced it's way from beneath my lips as he pressed himself flat to my back, hand around my front hugging me tightly. I could feel his endowment squished between my rump cheeks, and teeth nipped my ears. His other paw gripped my front, encircling my sheath in an velvety grip that caused the hairs on my back to tingle. "Ah, my nose didn't fail me. You truly are a special 'lady,' aren't you?" His voice, as silky as his paw on my privies, whispered into my ears. He pushed his hips against mine, raising ripples around us that danced away from the edges of the bath in ever more complex patterns. I shivered in a slow, languid wave, leaning my head back against his shoulder. Oh, this was nice. Maybe I'd have my fun, then I'd finish the job. Thinking quickly through the haze, I responded, "I'm sorry to surprise, my Lord, but I heard of your prowess and vigour, and I simply could not help but try to gain your favour. And perhaps your attention." My body arched back against his almost of its own accord, my rather stubby tail lifting up and around his thick waist. My fingers gripped the marble edges of the bath, and claws scrabbled futilely against the stone. His paw on my sheath pulled and squeezed at the same time, and I felt the cool water caress my bared length in a rush. "How could I turn down such a supple young lady? Even if the 'lady' part is over-stated." His hips rocked again, and this time, I felt exposed flesh against my own. The blunt tip of my Lord's shaft brushed against my sodden pucker. His muzzle closed over my shoulder, clamping my nape between his jaws as the blunt knob, slick with his own lubrication, dimpled my tailhole inwards. The water sloshed against the sides of the pool, and my mind warred with itself. Where was my flawless reputation? I should just finish the job I was sent for! Complete this contract and I'd be rich! And ooh, it feels good when he bites down like that. No, if I try now, I can reach my sword, and it'll be all over! But then, I'd have to leave the bath, and his embrace, and oh, he's thick, isn't he? As my mind failed to extricate my body from its wilful submission, all I could do was lift my hips against his and relax. With a silent exhalation of breath, my resistance failed, and the tapered length slid slowly into my depths. The silent count of gold-hued coins in my mind faded into the silent drone of pleasure as my Lord's sheath came to rest against my spread and straining pucker. He stayed hilted, letting the length I'd been so happy lapping not long ago throb and twist in my insides. As I adjusted to being filled, his paw at the water line grasped my own shaft, dipping it above and below the surface as he started to stroke. Each time his paw pulled down towards my waist, he'd flex his hips, and the length inside me would jump. When the paw traced back up my veined rod, he rolled his stance ever so slightly back. The cool water kissed my flesh as his shaft pulled back, then receded as the hot thickness slid back home. Churring softly against my neck, his flexing became sliding, and I could feel every detail of his cock as it caressed my pucker. His natural lubrication was like nothing I'd felt before, so silkily smooth that I could feel every little movement without pain. Then his sliding became thrusting, and his blunt tip bumped against my insides in the most pleasurable of ways. My length jumped in his paw, peppering the surface of the water with the evidence of my enjoyment. Then lastly, his thrusting became humping, and I was forced to lay across the cool marble as he rutted into my rump. His tail slapped the water behind us, and liquid sprayed up onto the stone floor into little pools and streams. Each prod and poke of his pride against my insides was a little burst of joy. Brought to the edge of ecstasy and left there to wallow as he slammed against my thighs, he finally tilted down, catching one of my ears in his mouth and biting. The extra stimulus was all I required to fall over the precipice. Gasping and shuddering, I emptied myself into the bathwater, each little eddy and current caressing me with silken waves. My Lord hilted himself and clawed at my sides as my entire body clenched in release, and through the haze of primal bliss, I felt his shaft throb and pulse. Once, twice, he convulsed, then I felt a hot rush against my innards, then again, and again, as he filled me with his seed. I lay across the cold marble, eyes half closed in the afterglow. Bent over like this, my hand found its way to the cushion where the jambiya was hidden. My fingers caressed its hilt like an old friend, feeling every ridge and bump in the unadorned leather. Just then, Lord Eren snuffled his way up my back, caressing my sides with both paws, and huffing under his breath. With an amazing display of stamina, he lifted himself to his toes, still waist deep in the bath, and still sunk hilt deep in my rump, and started to rub against me again. His shaft slowly hardened under my tail, and as he lifted me bodily and carried me towards the bed, humping against my rump with each step, I was left with only one thought. Maybe I'll kill him tomorrow. ***** ***** ***** It's been almost two years since I entered Lord Eren's harem, and I've never been more content. As long as I wear the harem gown and veils when foreign lords visit, the lord prefers that I not hide myself in the private courtyard. It was a surprise to the ladies of the harem, though no fair few of them have come to see me as a useful addition, as long as we save our best for the Lord when he has his needs. It was all worth the look on Harem Master Saud's face when he realized he'd admitted a male to the harem. I've heard he's very careful now, though I doubt my Lord Eren would mind if another got by once in a while, if only to add some spice to the mix. And as for me, I'm still the famed assassin Kamran, aren't I? A deadlier viper was never born in the desert! I sleep with my jambiya beneath my cushions, hidden carefully. And I know, at any time, I could choose to finish the contract, and I could retire and live off of the profits for the rest of my life. And every night that Lord Eren spends in my chamber I spend in bliss, as my body responds to his, and his responds in kind. And as I go to sleep each time, hand on the hilt, I slip into self-indulgent dreams with the thought... Maybe I'll kill him tomorrow. _________________________________________________________________ (Fin! All characters in this story are copyright J. Fox Rosenberg and any other resemblance to other characters is only incedental and unintentional. Reposting is permissable, however, all reposts must be in original form, and must contain the author's name unaltered.) Special thanks to Gren Drake for his assistance with the proofreading. Send Kandrel mail! fox at foxyonline dot com Comments and suggestions are welcome, flames can go to hell!