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Chapter IV, Dirty work

It was becoming more and more irritating for Nafusir to deal with the politics of the Realm and the growing influence of the Hatusa. So it should come as no shock that he became irritated when a tale of some furless monster in the hills bordering his land.

He only became interested when further details emerged in description of the beast. It sounded remarkably like a human. Of course it was impossible for humans to wander the hills of the land, they had been dead for centuries and even when they were alive he had only heard of a few scattered communities who lived in isolation in the dark-wastes. Most likely the boy had seen some ape from Kura who had gotten lost and exaggerated the features.

The tiger had grown more prone to gazing over the harbor from his window the to deal with the Diet. He had little time to deal with the petty squabbling of minor nobles fighting over a few acres of land. Not when the black cancer of the so called 'new faith', the converts may not see the evil which inhabited the heart of Kuhama the high priest but he did, the only reason the parasite thrived was his fool of a brothers non action when he first crawled out of the woodwork.

Now Nafusir had to tackle the problems left by an idiot who had more interests in the harem then the court. Aside from the Hatusa's poison he had left his dear brother a hornets nest of warlords and enemies.

The Kings of Altra & Seran were at each other's throats after Kana let Zikh loose its holdings in Guur and know the two thickheaded kings were fighting for the rich province, and the city of BlackHook was just one of many city-states that would burn if the two clashed.

Likewise the king of Zikh was enraged at his realm for not helping to prevent rebels from taking power, and now was threatening to withdraw troops from the border of Zok his nations greatest rival.

The fall of Zikh power in Guur had emboldened Warlords across the board to increases raids on caravans, which had cut salt trade to half its size to the inland, which was a disaster. As a result the princes of Nmar were having an even more trouble with recovery from the last war.

If the Princes of Nmar could not recover fast enough they could not aid his Realm against Zok. And he could not take the giant without at least either Nmar or Zikh.

And to add to fire war had broken on the parallel continent and countless refugees were flooding into an already volatile situation...

The only the Kings of Zikh & Rashan understood with him how if the intricate web of diplomatic ties were broken chaos would rise. And his brother had let it happen!

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"Sir the Diet is becoming more impatient! Balad has demanded an answer!" cried the prissy lion

"Sababa... You are my most trusted advisor and most beloved friend, so you should know that I have more important issues to deal with then an acre of worthless desert fought over by a minor prince who cant let A SINGLE ACRE OF DESERT LEAVE HIS HOLDINGS!" the Tiger snapped.

The lion was taken aback by the outburst "Sir, perhaps you should let just let Balad take his holdings back, and that would be the end of it,"

The tiger turned to face him "Sababa..." a smile came to his face "You are the only one who I would let make such bold comments to me, tell Balad that the land in question is now in the possession of Hulak and to stop pestering me..." he said as he turned back to the window.

Sababa chuckled softly, he had always know his master had never had good temper and if Balad had just been patient he probably would keep the small parcel of land he just lost, of course such a rash move would no doubt decrees Nafusir's already low standing with the Diet. Balad was a vary influential member and would no doubt carry a grudge

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Lord Nafusir had always been temperamental, but he had always been as enduring as possible with the Diet, something more troubled his lord. He knew normally he would have dealt more patiently with a fool like Balad if he were not bothered by something more important.

Sababa contemplated this all carefully, only a fool would ask the Prince of Whiteport what was on his mind. Of course the lifetime servant of the Prince was no fool; he had faithfully served the tiger who was two years his elder since he was ten, and had been companions with him since before they could both walk, he had been his right hand since he had taken possession of the Al-sakure estate and had been his most trusted advisor since taking the throne from his brother after his death.

If the primed and proper lion could say nothing else he could say he knew his lord better then his family. He knew well that the populace as a whole knew vary little of their Prince.. But it was painfully obvious of his being an improvement over Kana.

While Kana was not an evil or cruel man, his unfitness was painfully apparent to even the lowliest of slum dwellers. Perhaps his greatest crime was his non-action, as a result numerous problems had arisen and after his death each minor issue had grown into a full-scale crisis.

Sababa had carefully watched his master wrangle with nobles who under Kana's neglect, had been eating away at the royal families power base; the families estate had shrunken by half, sold off to pay for Kana's extravagant tastes.

After the fool had choked to death on a fig, the nobles who for four long years grown fat and bold off of Kana's foolishness had expected his brother Nafusir to be the same. It had become a nasty shock that his aloof master did not fall into his brother's mental range. Not wanting to lose their newfound powers and liberties they had quickly demanded that the Diet be formed and a noble lead it, since that point his master had kept careful check on the cities nobles.

But Nafusir would have dissolved the Diet if he truly believed it was a threat, and the tiger knew better then to chase his loses. Sababa thus continued his silent observation, hoping to deduce his lord's fears...

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The heavy scent of sex hung in the air, the tiger's fat cock stood erect like a tower carved from purple stone. A lion girl slowly rubbed her hands across his bare chest; her hands slowly massaged the larger cats pectorals. She tried her best to concentrate on her task, but she felt the vary tip of her masters dick poke her thigh.

He had just met the lioness this night and was surprised how quickly she agreed to accompany him to his chambers.

The lion girl was quite lovely; large buxom breasts, a nice hourglass figure, good ass and nice soft fur. But what her master liked most about this courtesan were her sparkling emerald green eyes, they were almost mesmerizing, but something he could not place his hand on bothered him about this girl.

He laid back and enjoyed the gentle rub. He could hardly be blamed for his arousal, from his vantage he saw the large tits dangling only a few inches from his face, and her moist cunt radiated intense heat only a mere inch from his throbbing tigerhood.

What amazed him most was her willingness to give him a good rub, in the nude no less

He slid his paws across her waist and pulled her into a powerful embrace; his rock hard prick rubbed across her swollen lips, she gasped when she felt hot pre squirt onto her entrance.

"Mmmmm... my dear girl... you please me greatly" Nafusir sighed.

"Yes my prince," the lioness moaned as she felt his warm prick against her sex. Her warm cunt grew moister by the moment, her tits pressed alongside her master's powerful chest.

"The choice is yours my dear..." the tiger whispered in the lioness ear "I can make you a proper harem girl... if you would like," he hissed suddenly into her ear as he reached down and pushed the side of his member against her wet slip.

"Yes my prince," the girl purred, her voice was charged with energy, her eyes watered in pleasure.

Nafusir smiled, he loved when women submitted to him, he would make this girl his and add her to his harem. His left paw drifted to back of her head; he pulled her to his face and drew her into a passionate kiss.

He began to grind his cock which at this point was leaking clear ooze like a fountain against her moist cunt, and with no warning he made a mighty thrust into her depths! She let out a sharp cry.

"Uhh!!" Nafusir grunted as he jammed his meat into her, at his vary tip he felt the end of her moist tunnel, Standing as her last barrier to womanhood. He began to slowly withdraw, the nerves in his dick burned with pleasure. And again without warning he made a mighty thrust into her warm passage, electing another sharp cry. This time he pulled out to the vary tip.

"Shhh... this will hurt, just a little," the tiger whispered softly almost affectionately into her ear.

Nafusir shifted his weight slightly, to position himself better. And with a final gentle caress on the panting girls face he made a savage plunge into her now hot tunnel.

The lioness let out a load cry as the sharp pain of being plunged into shot through her; Nafusir felt himself shoot a large amount of pre into her. He withdrew his cock halfway out.

He thrust back in, firing a little more of his lubricant into her wet cavity. He pulled out again before pumping back in, he did this again and again until he had developed a steady rhythm.

His balls were beginning to expand with his thick seed, he grunted each time his hips met hers. The lioness shifted position so it looked as though she was sitting atop of him. Nafusir grinned as he was given an unhindered view of her lovely tits.

The tiger took advantage of this new position and cupped both of her ample breasts and gave them both a soft squeeze.

"Ohhaaaohhh!!" the lioness screamed in pleasure as she rapidly approached her orgasm.

Nafusir was deeply locked in the moment; he began to snarl as he felt the impending ecstasy come closer. Both cats could feel each others approaching orgasm. He began to increases his speed until he was going as fast as possible.

And with one final hilt he pushed until his balls were up to he slit. Both cats screamed as a powerful orgasm hit them like a tidal wave; Nafusir blasted his searing hot cum into her freshly ravaged cunt, the lioness threw her head back and felt her girl cum wet he inner thighs and the tigers abdomen.

They both froze in that position for roughly a minuet moaning in unison.

"Huh... huh... huh... that was amazing," Nafusir panted as he collapsed back.

The lioness stayed in her position, her brilliant eyes gleamed "It will be more amazing in a moment," her hands were behind her back.

Nafusir looked up groggily "...What?" even in the dim light he saw the slight gleam of metal.

And with a terrible shriek she drew a wicked blade above her and prepared to plunge it into his beating heart. But before she could deliver her strike he rammed his palms up on her ribs knocking her to the floor, but before he could even sit up she was on her feet again with the keen dagger in her hands!

She slashed wildly at him; he ducked out of the bed, still warm. He made a dash to door... Where the hell are my guards?! Nafusir thought. But before he could reach the door she kicked his Achilles heel sending him tumbling down to the polished floor.

He rolled onto his back, but before he could rise to his feet she was on him like an eagle on its prey, she made single slash across his chest leaving a deep crimson gash.

"AH!! BITCH!" the tiger roared in anger.

The assassiness had raised the blade above her head ready to give the coup d'etat. She let forth a powerful shriek.

The prince punched forth with all the energy left in his body and hit her squarely in the face. She tumbled backwards dropping the blade; she hit the edge of the windowsill and fell backwards through the opening.

Nafusir lay there panting, his hand clutched over bleeding gash in his chest. Five large guard burst through the door, weapons drawn and ready, the wounded tiger glared angrily at them "A little late?" he spat sarcastically.

"Sir, we found two of the other guards dead," a large hyena said.

Nafusir glared at his late sentry "lean over the edge, make sure the whore is dead," he spat struggling to his feet.

One of his men peered out the window "sir, there is no one there,"

"SIR, I found this," one of the men handed the wounding blade to him.

The tiger studied the metal for a moment, his face contorted into a snarl of rage, the word came out low and filled with hate "find me a healer and fetch the captain of the guard," he let the blade fall too the ground, the moon glinted off the stamped in symbol of the Hatusa...