A Warrior's Heart
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This is my first time writing anything but poetry, so please be kind. I'd really love any feedback I can get, though. I'm thinking of turning this into a series, if people like it. Feel free to e-mail me with your comments ([email protected]).
This story is mine, and all characters are mine, so don't use them without contacting me first. All characters and events portrayed are original, and any resemblance to real people or events past, present, or future, is purely coincidence, honest.
Anyway, this text contains explicit scenes of a sexual nature. If you're under age or offended by that, please don't continue from here.
The sun was setting over the mountains when Sunja finally reached the enclosure of the dark woods. Looking over his shoulders one last time, he could still see the smoke rising from the far off cave where he'd left his companions bodies. Four brave furs, and he was all that was left of the party sent to destroy that dark place. His companions, his comrades, his friends, were gone forever.
He was a tall, strong lion, well trained for combat, but exhausted from questing. Not slim, but fast and agile for his size, something many enemies had found out the hard way. His tawny mane curled from the sweat in his dark and battered helm, and his ice blue eyes were haunted with the pain of loss.
Shivering with memories that would haunt his dreams for a long time to come, he turned to plunge himself into the new darkness of the forest.
It wasn't long before he found a small clearing where he could camp safely. Protected by a huge rock jutting up from the ground, it afforded some security, and after scouting a perimeter, he was able to allow himself to relax and build a camp for the night. In no time he had a small fire crackling to keep out the cold, and the rock at his back broke the chill wind that whistled through the trees around him.
Whether it was exhaustion or the deep depression he felt, he couldn't be sure, but he found himself staring into the fire, entranced by it, not even bothering with food tonight. He could still hear their voices. His companions for so long, so excited, so ...alive. So sure that they could handle anything, yet here he was, alone, and they were gone. He was the only one to escape that terrible pit.
Sunja had no idea when his exhaustion had finally taken him, but the sound of rustling in the camp woke him. He lay there, quietly, trying to ascertain the nature of the intrusion, not wanting to alert anyone before he was ready. He steadied his breathing and relaxed, letting the sounds come closer to him. When he felt the warmth of another body close to him, he reached out and opened his eyes at the same time.
There, leaning carefully over him, reaching for his belt pouch, was a small vixen with large green eyes. He caught her by the wrist, and she stared back, startled. She cocked her head and smiled at him as she easily broke free and hopped back away.
Silhouetted by the fire, he could see her small curvaceous figure with waist length head fur, in high leather boots and a belted long tunic. Then, with a giggle and blown kiss, she was gone, disappearing into the darkness of the forest.
Before he knew what he was doing, he was up and crashing through the forest after her. The branches cut at him as he swept them out of his way.
He could see the flash of white fur from the tip of her thick tail flicking through the trees ahead. He was gaining ground on the little thief, and she looked over her shoulder to see him. Suddenly she dropped out of sight with a yelp. He stopped himself barely in time as he came upon the hidden drop. Lying in the mud some fifteen feet down, the little fox looked disheveled and was whimpering in distress.
Concerned, Sunja climbed down the embankment to her side.
"Graceful," he smirked. "You alright?"
For answer, she flung a handful of mud at his face and tried to scramble out of his reach, but he grabbed her ankle. She screamed in pain.
"Hold on," he growled, pulling her boot off carefully to inspect her ankle.
Accepting the situation at last, she leaned back, allowing him a better look at her injuries.
"So, do you have a name?" Sunja smiled at her, trying to ease the tension.
"Brassie"
"Sunja," he said, laying her leg down carefully. He turned to look at her. "Well, Brassie, it doesn't look like you broke anything, but your ankle's getting pretty swollen. I don't think you'll be running anywhere anytime soon."
Brassie sighed, "So, you're gonna turn me in."
"I don't know. Why were you trying to rob me?"
She looked up with a lopsided smile, "A girl's gotta eat. Figured you might have something worth a little gold." She laughed uncomfortably.
"Not really, but I might be able to help with some food. For now, though, I think we need to find a way to get cleaned up. Is there some water around here?"
"Sure," She said, and jumped to her feet, just to come crashing down on her tail with a yelp, splattering them both in mud.
Sunja stifled a laugh as best he could, and offered his powerful arms, "I think you need to stay off that for a while."
She smiled, blushing deeply, and accepted the offer, leading him awkwardly down the valley to where the stream was flowing.
Before long, they reached the stream. Sunja carefully set Brassie on the edge. Out of one of her own pouches she produced a carefully folded bundle, which she revealed as a rough bar of soap. She immediately began taking her boots and breeches off, and Sunja turned away, to give her some privacy.
She noticed this with a smirk, and took her time with the heavy belt, and finally with her tunic, watching him closely, noticing the little glances he tried to hide. It thrilled her to watch his reactions. She knew what he saw, even covered in mud, an ample, well-built, vulpine woman. How long had it been since someone had tried to show that kind of respect instead of lunging after her, usually getting the business end of a dagger for their trouble.
Now fully undressed, Brassie slid herself carefully into the cool stream, the water coming up to her chest. Sunja couldn't help staring now, as her breasts floated up, nipples erect from the cold, and she played to it, arching her back to wash her long auburn head fur, leaning this way and that to cleaning herself.
When she was done, she swam over to him. "You could use a wash yourself, you know," she giggles up at him.
"Maybe later," he grunted over his shoulder, turning away again, causing her to laugh.
"Oh, come on."
Brassie pulled herself up onto the shore, and struggled her way up to her feet. Obviously favoring her right ankle, she hobbled up to him, and began working the straps on his heavy leather armor and dropping it piece by piece to the ground before continuing onto his clothes.
Sunja shuddered at the cold and the touch of her fingers in his fur as she undressed him, her body leaning into him for support, feeling her rubbing against him as she moved. As her hands reached for his pants, he grabbed her wrists and pulled her up to face him, staring into her eyes. Suddenly she licked his nose and laughed, causing him to chuckle as well, and set her back down at the water's edge.
She slid back into the stream while he stripped off his boots and pants, and then stepped into the water after her. The cold stung through his short fur, but it felt good all the same. The water only came up over his waist, so he had to crouch down to get it to cover him.
Brassie began scrubbing his curled mane, working her way down his back, massaging his tense shoulders, working her way down to the length of his muscular tail. He sighed deeply when he felt her breasts pressing against his back as she reached her arms around to wash his chest, gently kissing along his back, before moving around to continue with his front.
As she scrubbed his chest she began licking his nipples, and was rewarded with Sunja's low growl. Suddenly he swept her up in his strong arms and kissed her.
Shocked at first, Brassie relaxed and enjoyed the feel of his thick lips. Their passions built as the intensity of their kisses increased. They began to explore each other's mouths, tongues dancing and curling together. Sunja startled her by sucking on Brassies tongue, and snickered at her wide eyes. She smiled back at him, and continued more passionately than before.
While they kissed, Sunja moved one paw to her breast, more than a handful even for him, the other to her rear, lifting her slightly off her feet and closer to him. She gasped as his thumb flicked at her nipple. Her paw worked its way down between his legs, massaging his sack and the length of his sheath. As his shaft began to peek out, hesitantly because of the cold water, she noted the small barbs, not too sharp or long, but something to be careful of.
Groaning with pleasure and the effort to retain control, he carried her back to the embankment, still kissing intensely, and set her on the shore, breaking off to rinse himself off quickly.
"So, where are you staying tonight," Sunja tried not to sound too hopeful, still panting from the passions they'd been building.
"Wherever I can find," she sighed, "It's a big forest."
He looked at her, puzzled. "You don't have anyplace?"
Brassie turned away from him, "Not everyone has a home."
He gathered up both of their things, and knelt by her, "Look, you're still hurt, and it's cold out. I have a camp all set up with a fire, you're welcome to come and stay the night. No obligations, just someplace safe for the night."
She smiled at him and nodded.
It wasn't long before they were both drying themselves at the fire. Sunja coaxed the embers back to a full blaze, and offered Brassie his bedroll, before busying himself with his rations pack while she brushed out her soft fur. They sat and ate quietly. He watched her sitting there, still nude from bathing, but unashamed, with her legs pulled up, tail curled around her, eating gracefully, but gratefully all the same.
When Brassie finished, she stretched out luxuriously, enjoying the heat against her fur. Rolling onto her stomach, she watched the big feline, shaking her head slightly. He was a giant of a male, sitting there, staring into the fire like he was lost. She could still smell his musk on her fur, and longed to feel his body against hers again.
Taking a deep breath, she crawled over to where he sat under the rock, startling him a little with her closeness before he wrapped an arm around her. Snuggling against him, she began to nuzzle his neck, eliciting a soft purr of pleasure from the big lion. With her tongue she traced the lines of his jaw. Then working her way down, she massaged and nuzzled his chest again, giving attention to his nipples. She could feel him squirm beneath her and moan softly. She continued down his belly, and finally to lick at his sheath, coaxing his shaft free. She took it in her paws, teasing it with her tongue, first around the head, then down the shaft, and finally taking it in her muzzle as far as she was able, careful of the barbs, while one paw worked to massage his sack. He gasped and leaned back, allowing her easier access.
Sunja moved his paw down the length of her back, past the base of her luxurious tail, to her soft round rear, and gave it a little squeeze, eliciting a soft sigh from the vixen, before moving down between her legs. With his strong, agile fingers he massaged her labia and clit, making her writhe and moan with pleasure while she continued her exquisite torture. Carefully he slid one finger into her moist sex, feeling the tightness of her. Brassie murred wantonly, pushing against his hand, and redoubled her efforts. His head was swimming, both from the scent of her desire, and from her ministrations.
He growled softly, "Gods, Vixen, what are you doing to me?"
She pulled away a little, and looked up at him, with mock concern and innocence. "What? You don't like??"
"Come here you!" he growled with a smile, suddenly grabbing her, swinging her onto his lap, kissing her passionately. He brought her in line with his shaft, but carefully, trying not to hurt her.
Painfully slowly, he lowered her onto himself. She threw her head back, gasping.
"Am I hurting you, Hon?" he stopped, looking very concerned up at her. As answer, she kissed him savagely, shaking as his girth penetrated her. When their hips met, she began to move, gently at first, but steadily intensifying the pace, very aware of his barbs.
He took her breasts in his paws, licking and suckling her nipples, carefully at first, but her moans of pleasure encouraged him to rougher attentions, sometimes both at once.
Sunja didn't want to release too quickly, but he could feel himself losing control. He pulled up his knees and clutched her hips to stop her movement. "Lean back," he moaned softly, and she obliged hesitantly.
Brassie lay stretched out and exposed before him. Still inside her, he licked his thumb, and brought it across her sensitive clit. She jumped a little with shock, then moaned with pleasure as he began to massage steadily. Her moans and pants grew into excited yipping, until finally he could feel her body clamp down around his shaft as her climax washed over her.
As her ecstatic yips receded into deep sighs, he lowered his knees and pulled her closer to him. "You want more?" he purred. A feral kiss was all the answer he received, as she gripped his hair to pull his muzzle to hers. She began moving her hips again with abandon, clenching and releasing her muscles around his shaft. He could feel his own climax building as she continued this, nipping at his neck and shoulder.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he released his seed deep inside of her. The pulse of his release sent her over the edge, and he held her tightly as she reached a second climax.
Both now drenched in sweat and their mingled juices. She collapsed, still shaking, into his chest. They lay there quietly together for some time before she rolled off of him, with a moan of both pleasure and pain from both of them.
"You're incredible, Beautiful. You know that?" he whispered into her ear, stroking her hair. She gave a tired little chuckle of disbelief, and then snuggled into his chest, her breathing calmed and steadied as she fell into satisfied sleep, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Sunja sighed, holding her close, his melancholy lost for the moment, at least. He closed his eyes to sleep.