FSE

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Hello there, my dear readers. I'm back with another story, this time feline-themed. I've been itching to write something of this sort for a while, so here you go. This one took me a while to write and edit, so I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did.

Have fun!

Oh, and a little note before you start. You may encounter some grammatical mistakes in the dialogue lines. That's ok! They're intended to make the characters more unique through their speech. These accents add some medieval flair to the story because lets face it, not everybody was a learned man back in the days.

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Noon brought with it the blistering heat of the scorch season.

"Tis' getting' uncomfortably hot 'n 'ere", Nara complained. She had little right to, with the bundle of fur warming her legs.

Tia frowned and swiped the air with his palm, "it's the cat. Look at how much fur it got. Traps the air, it does, warming us with it."

"That," Nara said, scrunching her eyebrows, "Makes little to no sense."

Her cat's throat rumbled as claws left the sheath of its front paws. Perfect. Now they made Claw uneasy. Nara calmed the cat with quick strokes and head rubs, until the rough, hoarse sound turned to a mellow purr.

"Eugh," the young boy grimaced. "It's drooling like it's in heat."

"Shut your face."

"You mean my mouth," he drawled.

"Whatever, just shut your mouth."

"Why me and not that disgusting rug? Its smeared drool all over your leggings."

"Because it's hot."

The boy giggled with a girl's glee. "Or because it's in heat and--"

"What if he is?!" Nara shot back. She couldn't take it anymore. That stupid boy has been pestering her for the last hour or so. With a rude gesture and a similarly offending word, she crawled in her usual corner. The tawny cat quickly followed. Sunlight pierced through the canvas' holes, but she had an easier time enduring the heat than that brainless child's nonsense.

Were they really a team? Nazran thought so. The man let his legs dangle outside the cart and counted the large rocks evicted by the cart's bottom. His soft mumbles stopped somewhere near five hundred. He turned, grey eyes sparkling under equally colored eyebrows.

"Behave," he growled. "I pay you to do your job, not lash at each other."

"A fair point," Enzo voiced his agreement in that deep voice of his. Nazran spared a glance. Even in this heat, the boy refused to part veil. The robe he wore was a mongrel born of silk and stronger fibers, and his cowl covered his face most of the time. Useful, but too warm for this weather. The middle aged man reached with a hand and gripped, revealing the rogue's face.

"Ei!" Enzo yelped.

"No one to see you here, boy," Nazran grunted, patting the rogue's arm. "Keep skin cool and air flowing,. You're not useful to me if the sun strikes you down."

Enzo reluctantly agreed. After wiping his sweaty face and fondling his short beard a few times, he spoke no further words.

"You're a pretty lad, Enzo. I see not why cloth should conceal you face," Nara said.

Enzo smiled, turning his gaze away from her. "Eh, yeh," he scratched his wrist. "You kind of get used to the shadows after a while."

"Mhm," Nara nodded. "You've told me before. Went through a lot more than me."

"There's never a shortage of robbery, coin or adventure," Enzo said. "I offered to train you, yet--"

"I always refuse," Nara giggled, rubbing her neck. Talking to Enzo felt different. His sharp eyes and muscular form seemed to steal the wits right out of Nara.

"I have Claw. That's why. We share our..." Nara bit her tongue. "We share much," she nodded her head. "I mean to say we're similar."

"You don't look very alike. I mean, he's a cat, and you are a pretty young girl."

Nara scratched her cat's head. Warmth traversed her body, drawing moisture out of her skin. Soon enough, her hands were damp with sweat. Compliments made her nervous, and males even more so. Nara looked over Enzo's body, struggling for words. She traced down his neck, down his chest, and all the way to--

Nara gulped. A presence hid beneath the breezy linen of the rogue's leggings. Was that his member? Nara swallowed the little moisture she had in her mouth and turned eyes to Claw. How vile! She didn't even get close to him, and he was already hard with desire. A hand sank in the cat's fur. Men. Who needed them?

After a brief respite, Nara looked at Enzo. He was looking back at her, hands held together.

"You told me that before," Nara said. "I think the same of you." She lied.

"Heh," Enzo chuckled. No words were exchanged until Tia intervened. He looked at Nara with those strident sapphire eyes and smiled.

"Women are weird," Tia's laughter burst. "My Pa always said--"

"Your Pa isn't here, kitten," Nara threw a pebble at him. She looked at Nazran, then at Claw, and finally at Tia. A mischievous scowl sharpened her leaf-green eyes. "Is not like a man of our crew anyway. Your Pa probably in the tavern, getting drunk with his whores."

Tia stood on his knees. "My Ma ain' a whore!" he protested.

"When did you last check?"

Enzo burst into laughter. His melodic voice gained weight as Nazran also joined in.

"Sharp tongue, sharp mind," the crew leader noticed. "No words can ever pin you down, girl. See it remains that way."

"Market wench," Tia spat. "You like a whore too!" When no words returned, Tia pulled his knees and got his arms around them, sulking like a child.

"Is what I am," Nara said proudly. "Been sellin' for Pa since you started playin" with the viper b'tween your legs."

That always worked. The boy's face turned cherry. Turning his head to the wall, he remained silent.

"He really your Pa?" Enzo whispered. He was looking at her, again!

Nara broke eye contact almost immediately. She picked one of Claw's paws, feeling the silky fur and the soft pads underneath. Everything was so soft and smooth. She slithered a finger between the cat's toes. So warm! Nara smiled as she gently pressed the claws out of their hiding. They curved beautifully, and the points were so sharp! Claw nibbled and licked Nara's hand.

"You want it back?"

Claw nudged her hand and flexed his paw, the motion almost trapping Nara's hand into a clawed grip. Nara winced as the needle-sharp tips poked at her skin. If Claw put more weight onto his paw...

"Feeling gentle today, eh? Well, so do I." she ruffled the fur between his ears and released his paw. She loved how that tongue felt; moist and tender, albeit a bit rough during broad licks. "There you go. Lick it often!" Nara said with a kiss on Claw's forehead.

"Hmmhm..."

Enzo! Nara shot him a glance and giggled. "Kitty games! He really loves them."

"Seems that way," Enzo smiled. He was a handsome man. Nara had to agree with that. His black half-shaved beard and mustache gave him an imposing look, yet his eyes were what truly mattered. Enzo had a kind, intense stare that made looking away difficult. Those deep emerald beads would have charmed Nara a year ago, were it not for--

"How did he end up with you?"

"Mmm?"

"The cat," Enzo pointed.

"I saved him a while ago from...."

Something touched her shoulder. "From who?"

Nara looked at Enzo, then quickly switched to Claw. "Doesn't matter," she said, busying herself with the cat's luxurious coat.

"Alright, I won't prod further. Nazran though," Enzo said. "Is he really your Pa?"

"Nay. Hired my aid few years back. I had no family besides Claw, so join 'im I did."

"He's quite something, isn't he?" The rogue reached tentatively. Nara caught his hand just as the cat lashed with its paw.

"Gah!" Enzo yelped. "Why he doin' that? We've been around each other since last winter's frost!"

"Don' think he likes males much," Nara said.

"You could have said so!"

"I did now."

Claw's honey eyes were fixed on Enzo. The rogue started retreating.

"You can stay. He won't harm you," Nara scratched his cheek. The cat leaned into her hand, purring in delight.

"If you say so..." Enzo said, his gaze weary. "He doesn't look that dangerous. I mean, he's quite handsome. Like you. For a cat, I mean."

"He's prettier than both of us," Nara stated, quite aware that she ruined the first praise that graced her ears in several months.

"Eh. He's still a cat."

"A plainstalker," Nara corrected. "Y'see, plainstalkers used to roam the Northvalley until..."

The sun traveled half the sky before turning ripe. The air was heavy with dust and words. Nazran went again over the upcoming week, explaining whats and hows. The crew listened eagerly, throwing a joke here and there. Heat saw morale plummet, and joked turned thoughts from pressing concerns. Water was among them.

"How long?" Nazran demanded.

"A slice, mayb' quarter," the cart's master words were hard and pressed close to each other like rocks. Scarce intellect, scarce words.

"We'll survive," Nazran said to his crew. "You should save energy though. Tomorrow will be quite busy."

Each crew member nodded. They took to their usual corners to rest. Nara had the cloth goods in hers. The cushy sacks balmed aching back and soothed sore bottom. Claw was on her lap, like always, covering her, a living, affectionate blanket. Nara's hand half-way disappeared between Claw's ears. They twitched, and Nara fondled them with a smile. "Always restless," Nara whispered. "Musta been the most playful cub of the lot."

Claw purred and pushed into her hand. "Am always right, aye?"

No answer, but Nara still leaned to kiss him. The scent of dust and herbs clung to Claw's tawny fur, along with his own, pungent one. Nara found it quite pleasant as she buried her face in that fluffy neck.

"So warm," she giggled as claw rolled on his back. His front paws were fast, but soft pads did not make a great weapon. Nara buried her hands in Claw's sides, feeling the toned muscles of his shoulders and flanks. "Strong limbs make for a strong hunter," Nara said. She went down Claw's milky belly. A sliver of pink emerged from his sheath. Nara bit her lip at the sight of the emerging member. She rubbed each flank briefly, going lower and lower until...

"Do you ever ache?" Nara whispered. Her lithe fingers surrounded the sheath. "Down here?"

A short growl, then three quick licks on her elbow made Nara giggle.

"I know. No mate to take up the burden you carry..." She hovered her fingers over his swollen orbs. "No mate to welcome this inside."

Claw's member tensed against her touch. It pulsed once, twice, thrice. With each stroke, it became harder, bigger, more--

"Oh, he likes it!"

Nara's jaw tightened as she switched from hard member to soft, hind paws. Enzo was already crawling towards her. And smiling. Did he see her? The rogue always made her nervous, and Nara never bothered to know why. A single male was enough, and she already--

"Wish I could run my hand through that fur. Looks so silky."

"It's warm and smells," Nara lied, wrinkling her nose. "I'd stay away, but we're kind of tied, so I can't!"

"What you did, with your fingers..."

Nara gulped emptiness and smiled. "Eh, just stroking his pawsies. Calms him down, you see. His feet are more sensitive to the touch than ours."

"Curious, indeed, these plainstalkers. Never knew much about them. Didn't even know they existed until you came."

"Can tell you more, everything, if you wish," Nara said, rushing her words breathlessly.

Enzo laughed, and Nara didn't care. She played with Claw's paws and rubbed his belly over and over again as she answered to the rogue's stupid questions. Where do plainstalkers live? How did she tame Claw? How? Why? Why again? Even Claw lost interest by the time Enzo retreated back to his corner to rest.

But Nara didn't. She felt warm. Anger sizzled inside her, but there was something else too. Sneaking two fingers past Claw's tail, she gently touched his sex.

"Shh, calm," Nara whispered to a curious Claw. She grabbed the cat's small sheath between two fingers and pressed, revealing the whole extent of the crimson member. The cat didn't seem to mind it. He growled softly, rubbing his muzzle on Nara's neck.

"What is you doin'?"

Nara barely bit down a whimper. Warmth and lust enveloped her. Sweat poured from every pore of her heated body. Focused on the task, she barely registered the gale of words flowing around her. Her needy lips contracted, begging for a presence to pierce them. Nara craved for nothing more than Claw. Though small in size, the plainstalker's member was all she desired. That, and the soft belly above her back as Claw thrust his hips, pushing his member inside her sensitive clit.

A gentle bite brought back to the present.

"Are you touchin' his....?"

"Turn eyes and thoughts," she said to the boy. Claw's member flexed, moistening her skin, Nara caged it between fingers and rubbed. Claw's paws twitched and flexed. With a slight shiver jolting through his flanks and a long, soft growl, Claw released. Several lines of seed offered drink to the parched wood. Nara gasped, feeling her own fulfillment wash across her. The surge of pleasure forced her on the knees, and she had to use a hand to steady herself.

Enzo muttered something, and Tia yelped as if struck.

"Ghh. Didn't have to look," Nara said drily, waving a hand dismissively. "Not your concern what I do with my cat."

No answer came, yet every pair of eyes was upon her, except Nazran's. The old man's only interest was trade, but that couldn't be said about the other two. What were they thinking? The shiver of embarrassment coursed through her spine. Such things weren't for others to see.

"Or you can stare at me like two oafs." A sigh escaped her. Not the right approach. Males were more straight-forward than that.

"You are males too. Don' tell me you haven' done it!"

"Fool is the one who doesn't," Nazran sighed. "Mind your own business, crew."

"Done what?" Tia whispered to Enzo. The rogue chuckled and lifted his breeches suggestively. Tia looked elsewhere, hands cupped in embarrassment.

At last they did their thing. Nara shifted her position to dissipate heat. Most of her clothes were drenched! Claw was too in a certain place. With a hind leg awkwardly lifted, the cat cleaned his gender with quick laps of his tongue. Nara stroke the fur of its chin. "So clean. So beautiful, yes, yes," she chirped. Nara allowed Claw to finish before hugging and dragging him towards her. "So dear!" Her lips kissed here and there. Claw sniffed her ear and started licking.

"What, it's my turn now?" Nara's heart fluttered with affection. Her dexterous hands ruffled Claw's fur from neck to flanks. Claw took that for something else as he rolled on his back, front paws wrapping around Nara's neck.

The girl yelped. That rough tongue washed across her lips, then nose, and finally eyes. Nara squeezed them shut. The caress felt like nothing else, and Nara couldn't help but giggle in contentment. When Claw finished grooming her, Nara lay on the tough wood, oblivious to the heat and discomfort, and cuddled with her cat.

They arrived in Eldre'Thalas under moon's light. The brightguards asked about whereabouts and goods. Nazran completed the formalities, much to the crew's relief. The guards moved in to open the night gate when Nazran placed an arm on one's shoulder.

Nara approached just enough to be in hearing distance.

"Was there another carrying the same goods?"

"Depends on what you carry."

"Cloth, potions, other small objects, all enchanted."

"Hmm, I dunno. Nobody came on my watch," the guard replied. He grabbed the merchant's hand and drew a symbol. "Good fortune to you and your wares."

Nazran thanked him and paid the cart master. Each crew member got one sack. Nothing was heavy. Most of the goods were either cloth, enchanted jewelry or potions.

The gates parted and the group traded road dust for city dust. Magic lamps blazed in the darkness, offering little solace. The city's outskirts were bare of large houses and comfort in equal measure.

"It looks...?"

"Deserted?" Nara finished what Tia began.

"For good reason. These grounds will be swarmed with buyers as soon as light breaks."

"I s'pose men need their space. The smell would be hard to bear oth'wise."

'Like your dirty cat."

Nara almost slapped the boy, were it not for Nazran's proximity. "Blind child. He cleans himself daily. You carry a week worth of dirt and sour--"

"End it," the crew leader barked. "These goods will not carry nor sell by themselves. Put mind to purpose and see crude japes banished."

"Sour old man," Nara whispered. Claw agreed with two licks, pressing his moist nose between Nara's fingers.

They walked in silence on the deserted street. With such important days ahead, no elf or human thought about spending their night traveling between taverns. Nazran looked left and right, scrutinizing for the signs that said. "For visitors".

"Look for booths and stalls. Those houses are what we're after." After an hour of fruitless search, the crew leader selected a modest dwelling to settle for the night. He bargained with the owner, paid the money, and the house was theirs.

"Small and dirty," Nara complained. "This booth will not hold even a quarter of our wares."

"It will do," Nazran grumbled. He opened the door and showed his crew inside. There wasn't much to this establishment. The main door led straight to a dusty room. Two worn paintings decorated the wooden walls. In the center was a table with five chairs, and crates were all around. Nazran moved in to inspect.

"Think the owner forgot his crates," Enzo looked around, frowning.

"Or left them," Nazran said. He threw off the punctured cloth covering one of the crates. "Either way, they're useless."

"Like the booth," Nara added. There wasn't much to this room apart from a minuscule table, some junk piled in a corner, and other useless objects. "And these," Nara gestured around "items."

"Can be scavenged," Tia said, holding a broken clay plate. "This can fetch--"

"Half a coin?" Nara chuckled. Claw went past a rummaging Tia. Approaching a wall, he rubbed his cheek on the wood before turning around, tail up.

"No, No, don' tell me..." Enzo's words slowly faded from his mouth as a spray of urine wet the dusty wood.

"Tell you what?" Nara leaned herself against a table.

"Why is he doing this inside," the rogue sighed. "He can go out and--"

"You can do the same," Nara snarled. She was tired enough without Enzo's complains. Walking over to Claw, she crouched and rubbed the animal's chest.

"Whatever."

"Don't argue," Nazran intervened. "We're tired enough as it is. The beds are upstairs, and the mess hall to the right. Go where you want, do what you want. "

The wood creaked under the crew leader's steps. With a burly hand, he rubbed the back of his head. "I'm going to bed. I advise you do the same."

"Too hungry to sleep," Enzo crashed in a chair. It wobbled and creaked too loud. In a heartbeat, Enzo was back on his feet.

"Tha' chair wouldn' mind if you skip a few meals."

"My head does. Can't do my job if I'm slow as a peasant," Enzo frowned.

Nara fondled one of Claw's ears. She was hungry too. And snappy. Lack of food and sleep had that effect on her.

"Tia!"

The boy looked over his shoulder, but only for a moment. Scraps and junk made for better company.

"Tia, get some food. You carried the supplies."

"Aha, near the door. Get 'em yourself."

Nara and Enzo shared a look. Stupid boy, she wanted to say. Enzo got up, walked to the entrance, and returned with a small sack. The cloth opened its mouth, belching bread, tough cheese and dried meat on the table.

"Still got meat!" Nara exclaimed.

"Few bits though."

"Tis enough." Nara looked at Tia, but the boy was already at the table. The sneaky runt! How fast he was when food was involved.

"Don't pick!" Tia yelped, retracting his hand from Nara's slap. "I'll see these divided equally."

"Why you?" Tia barked. "always you!"

"Shush."

Nara paired bread with cheese and meat, giving each crew member equal portions. Both males grumbled and argued when Claw got his share, but Nara was quick to put them into place. Cat or not, he was a member of the crew.

Few words were shared as they ate. Tia munched on his cheese in silence. Enzo simply eyed his surroundings, though his green eyes set on Nara several times. Now was such a time. Nara fed Claw a piece of her cheese from her hand. The cat licked her fingers, purring with obvious delight.

"Quite lot of dust around." Enzo's voice was calm and calculated. It seems that food did put some sense into his head.

"No time to clean now though," Nara said. "Feel like I ran all day, that tired I am."

"Women always tire easily," Tia intervened, lips widening in a smile below two glowing sapphire spheres.

"Pff," Nara munched on some dried meat. "If you feel so capable, start cleaning. Will do the whole crew a favor."

"Nay. Pa told us to rise early."

"That he did," Enzo said. "An' that's a man who knows what's he sayin'."

"I'm too stinky to sleep."

"We all are, Nara." Enzo left his chair.

"I will talk tomorrow. Bargain with buyers!" Nara said. "Can't do that stinking like a horse."

Tia burst into laughter. Nara gripped his arm, but the runt was too fast. He bolted upstairs on nimble feet. Claw would've chased him if not for the remnants he chewed on.

"I hate that runt," Nara complained, hand scratching through mangy hair. When was the last time she washed it? The girl cleaned the table with one swipe of her hand, placing all the crumbs in the sack.

"We both were like him," Enzo said. "Don't be too harsh on the boy."

"Do something instead of speaking words."

"Was about to. You coming to bed?"

Nara sighed. "Have to clean myself first. Did Pa mention water?"

"Yeh," Enzo pointed towards a door on the left. "Seen some barrels there. Should be enough, I say."

"Gratitude," Nara turned around. Claw immediately followed.

"No need," Enzo's reply came.

The door opened into a small room. An enchanted lamp dangled from the ceiling, casting its orange light on the surroundings. Nara saw two large barrels and some dirty cloth piled in a mound in the corner.

"Everything's simple about this place," Nara closed the door. Claw sniffed the barrels, tail brushing against wood. An audible spray followed. Nara couldn't stop herself from laughing. "Make sure you won't miss anything."

He came towards her, purring and brushing his cheeks against her legs. Nara crouched, hands going all over her beloved cat. "And that should be enough, you fluffy bastard."

Standing up, she removed her shirt. The air felt cold on her exposed breasts. Nara licked her lips. Lithe hands worked the lace of the leather breeches. She barely resisted touching herself down there. Need flared inside her thighs, spreading through her whole form. Lone time with Claw always got her excited. The lace fell. Nara took a deeper breath. Suddenly, the cold did not seem that bothersome.

And for good reason. Claw already had his muzzle between her legs, sniffing and pawing at the obstacle.

"Just wait," Nara said. Her breeches fell on the ground. The cat pushed into her inner garments, sniffing and licking. That felt so good, even through the somewhat thin material.

"Ghh, wait," Nara grabbed the cat's neck. Claw licked his whiskers, fiery eyes sparkling with excitement. Sneaking one hand below her waist, Nara freed herself from the cloth prison.

She freed Claw...

...and gasped as his rough tongue washed across her wet folds. A jolt of pleasure rushed through her. "Ackh, too fast!" A couple of licks and she already struggled against pleasure's fetters. Claw paid no attention to words. He licked with abandon, tongue slithering between Nara's folds. Nara gritted her teeth and dropped on the ground. Her legs parted, exposing her moist sanctuary. The mere thought of having another part of the cat's body inside her made Nara writhe with delight.

"Ghhhaah," she groaned as release threatened to overcome her. "N--No!" Claw pawed at her legs as Nara kicked him away. She was no match for the cat's slender grace, but she did manage to turn on her belly. The wood was warm and damp with her sweat.

"Mount me," Nara said, crawling back towards the cat. Claw sniffed her rear and licked several times. "Not that," Nara said. She pushed herself back until her skin met the cat's fur. How lovely that felt against her naked form. Nara worked her foot up Claw's belly and gently pushed his flanks towards her.

"Ack, you silly--oh!" Nara gasped as Claw arched his back. She breathed quickly, waiting for the familiar presence to pierce her folds and quench her fire. It didn't come. Nara looked back at a concentrated Claw. His member completely left its sheath, thrusting against mere air.

"Ghhh," Nara's throat rumbled. Her hands went around Claw's body, then under, until she felt the warm shape of his sex. A swallow brought moisture to her dried throat. "There," she guided the cat's thrusts towards her needy lips. Claw needed no more encouragement. Pushing his flanks, he poked his member through anything he found. Nara felt the moist flesh touching her fingers as her hand still assumed the role of a guide.

"There," she yelped, removing her hand. Her lips quivered under the member's assault. He was so close now. So--

"Ghhhahh," Nara whimpered and bit on her lower lip. A warm presence pierced her folds, plunging deep inside her. Claw's release came without warning. Spurts of seed shot inside Nara like blazing arrows of delight. They reached into her most sensitive of places, unleashing waves of paralyzing pleasure. Nara yelped and whimpered, her mellow voice mixing with Claw's growls. This feeling. The fire, the blaze. It overwhelmed her. Nara pressed her teeth against each other. Tears fell from her eyes as release washed over both woman and cat.

When Claw withdrew, Nara was already spent. She swallowed the air hungrily, her body recovering from the intense delight. She could feel the cat's tongue upon her back, licking her sweat. Nara rolled on her back, meeting the animal's eyes. They sparkled like living amber as they looked into her. "Claw, my dearest. My mate," she grabbed him by both front paws. Her breasts met his fur as Nara pushed the cat against her. She ruffled his fur from the top of his neck down to his belly.

"I love you," she whispered, warm tears streaking across her face. Claw looked at her, then pushed his muzzle forward, licking her. Nara closed her eyes and kissed his nose, whiskers, and everything. "Love you so much."

Claw growled and rolled on his back. Nara smiled. She lowered her head past his paws and into that warm, tawny fur.

"You do me," Nara said, pressing her forehead on Claw's chest. "The greatest of gifts," her hands caressed his head. "By sharing your seed with me."

Purring filled the surroundings. Nara closed her eyes. The mating stole the little resources she had inside her depleted body. Nara closed her eyes. She imagined herself as a black cat. Claw was chasing her! They were on a grassy field, and everything felt so perfect. They pawed and tackled each other until Claw stood on top of her. Long strokes of his tongue licked the crouching Nara's neck, preparing her for what followed. Nara growled with longing and snapped at the male. Claw growled. Threats were far less important than mating. Within a couple of thrusts, he was inside Nara, filling her with his seed and the promise of offspring.

Nara sighed. Images flashed back and forth in inconsistent patterns. In a second, she had a litter of three beautiful cubs, and in the next she stood at the booth as Nara the human. A blink settled everything back into place. Thoughts of tomorrow swarmed Nara's head. She couldn't remain here, sleeping on the floor like a homeless urchin. Nazran saved her from this fate. She couldn't let the old man down. With a sigh, Nara pushed herself off the ground, gently pushing Claw's front paws aside. They were persistent and had the habit of latching on everything.

"Later," Nara said, scratching the cat's chin. Claw's grip receded as the cat purred with contentment. Nara got up. She approached a barrel and lifted the lid. Two fingers dipped inside. Nara hissed. It was so cold! Nara picked a strip of cloth from a suspended shelf, dipped it in the water, and ran it along her arm.

"Cfff," she pressed her teeth together and continued with the rest of her body. Claw walked around, paws barely making a sound on the ground. He often snuck his muzzle between Nara's legs. The cat's interest gave Nara the warmth she needed to go through this ordeal.

When she finished, Nara exited the room and closed the door. Claw rubbed himself on Nara's legs and bolted for the stairs.

"Selfish," Nara whispered. Her steps were far from quiet. The wood was old, and creaks disturbed the serene silence. Nara climbed each stair until she reached the top corridor. Flaming lamps burned weakly on either side, revealing Claw's shuddering tail. Nara hoped that wasn't Enzo's door.

"Claw!" she called. He was by her side in an instant. Nara cracked each door open until she found an empty room. She soon knew why.

"Bastards," Nara hissed. There was barely any room to move, and it wasn't due to the furniture. The bed was small, the nightstand was tiny, and a leather-bound stool stood in the corner instead of a chair. Claw jumped on the bed, sniffing the new environment. Nara leaped, pinning the cat with one arm.

"Don't mark that."

Claw growled, bit and pawed. Nara responded in kind. They were both a mixture of yelps and growls until the dispute finally settled. Nara stood on her back, with half a cat on top of her chest.

"Rest well," she kissed Claw's muzzle and closed her eyes. Sleep came almost immediately.

Morning came with the unpacking, the cleaning and the clash of moods. It was worse than a week on the roads. Nazran took charge, organizing everything down to the last detail. He hated to play overseer, but this occasion came once in a year. Elves of all ages took part in the yearly trials, testing wits, brawn or agility. They frequented merchants for potions and equipment.

And Nazran was here to provide.

The booth was in pristine condition...apart from the worn look. And the holes. There were also ruptures forking like snakes. And bits of rotten wood in this and that place. Nara washed it with water and solvent several times before trusting it with the robes. A dirty cloth made for a silly purchase, Nazran often said.

After the robes came the charms. Nara and Tia salvaged two boxes for this purpose. Clean and polished, they held an impressive array of size, color and crafts. Potions and poultices came last. Enzo placed them on a bench propped on several boulders. Buyers rarely saw what was below their waist.

With everything settled for display, Nazran only had to reap the bounties of labor. With Nara beside him, there was no doubt everything was going to flow like coin from the king's coffers.

The first buyer came before noon. He was a fair elf seeking magic-laden garments. He left with a robe and the smile of a good trade on his face.

The second followed not long after. He tested several charms and chugged down a revitalizing potion. The worth of five jeweled rings, a necklace and several potions weighted Nara's pouch.

The third just passed by. The fourth also took a look and grinned.

"Bad trade to buy from woman, "he said before leaving. Nara almost lost her temper. If it weren't for Nazran, she would have strangled that elf with a necklace.

The fifth had yet to come, as did the ones to follow. Dusk threatened to arrive, and not a single elf could be swayed. They all found excuse, lies, or disinterest to keep their coin.

"You shouldn't have bought this," Nara said as they feasted on spice-infused pork. It tasted of sacrifice and sour mood. And for good reason! Half the day passed, and a quarter of the earnings went to food. Nazran suffered, even if he didn't show it. He talked so much of this day and the good fortune he was blessed with. Very few merchants brought foreign goods of such quality. Nazran paid good coin for the information, and got none in return. Only words.

"Why?" Nazran asked.

"Cost a fortune, it did," Nara took another bite. "And our booth stands as full as these plates."

"A man has to eat."

"And sell," Nara intervened. "Something smells here, and it's not my cat."

"Tis because you're a woman. You heard what bearded elf said."

Nara scowled. That whelp munched on his meat like nothing happened, yet laugh threatened to spill from his guts.

"Not even close, limp cock. I counted at least eight hundred eyes on our wares."

"Saw them too," Nazran broke in. "Contemplating looks, straining eyes and mouth. They were interested, yet..."

"Competition?" Enzo asked.

"Most likely. Need to trace this snake back to its den," Nazran said.

Enzo took a sip from his cup and stood up. "When do I move?"

"Now. The swifter, the better."

"What about me?" Nara inquired, exchanging looks with the handsome rogue.

He said nothing. It was Nazran who spoke. "Hold position for now. You know your way with words, girl. Some honest buyers may yet fall into your trap."

"Boy," Nazran pointed towards Tia. "You'll assist the girl and keep eyes sharp for thieves and informants. Any questions?"

"None," the crew members said one after another.

Nazran licked his lips, nibbling on his graying beard. "Good then. See to your tasks."

He opened the door and almost stepped out. Nara jumped over and grabbed a burly arm between her petite ones.

"An' where are you goin', Pa?"

Nazran frowned. Weight pressed harder on his forehead, creating furrows and paths across the leathery skin. His eyes though...they were warm and kind, and Nara noticed the start of a smile hiding under a graying mustache.

"Swipin'. Have to see who else sells the same goods, and take appropriate measures," he pushed the door open and nodded to Nara. "Fortune be with you, lass."

"And with me," Enzo said, joining the crew leader. Nazran patted his back. "With all of us, eh?"

"Yeh," Nara said, watching the two men depart. What could she do now? Look at anxious elves rushing along the streets? Nazran and Enzo had their tasks, elves had their trials, and she had nothing to do.

"They gone?" Tia asked from the doorway.

Nara nodded. "Get the goods out. Still have a few hours before sun turns red."

Late evening arrived in a fiery display of heat and color. The blue hue of the sky turned to a slight purple when Nara slipped some coins in her pouch.

"Come again!" Nara said. She knew he wouldn't, but a merchant had to be polite. Nara stroke her cat's fur as she eyed the crowd of elves. They walked quickly across the cobbled road, shooting fugitive glances at the merchant's booths. Very few looked alike. The trials summoned elves from across the whole continent.

"What'ya think of 'em?" She asked the cat. "Fancy creatures, are they not? Walking around with clean clothes and ostentatious necklaces. I hate every last one of them, but you..." she took a paw. The pad was soft and warm to the touch.

"You don't care about them," Nara fondled the animal's paw briefly, then squeezed. Claws came out of their sheath, curved and pointy. Claw shook his tawny head and nipped her fingers.

"Aagh," Nara growled and threw herself at the animal. They wrestled in a heap of yelps and growls.

"You only care about playing and," Nara brushed the cat's tail out of the way and rubbed his member. "And mating."

"Nara!"

The girl flushed and quickly released the cat's male parts from between her fingers. Pretending she stroke the animal's tail, she rose on her feet, eyes scanning for nearby watchers. Tia was there, with a fully matured elven woman.

Nara shook the dust and fur off her dress and walked towards the raven haired woman. Her piercing blue eyes made Nara nervous. She had one of those gazes that appeared to read a person like an unfolded scroll.

"What moves your purse?" Nara casually said.

"A certain need, spoken only in the presence of kin," the woman leaned her head, azure nails scratching an azurite necklace.

"That?" Nara pointed.

"Not the necklace, dear," she waved her hand. Nara waved Tia away and stretched her neck towards the woman's ear. "Tell me."

"Monthly bleeds," the woman whimpered. "They returned with a vengeance absent husband's touch."

Nara pressed her lips."Try a physician. I only offer charms and potions to boost vitality."

"Exactly what I seek!" The woman yipped in excitement. She bought and paid for three. Nara glanced at Claw. The two had unfinished business to settle, and--

"Ow!"

Nara rolled her eyes. "What now? Is your whelp on the way?"

"N...nghh. Pain!"

"Tia, take over!" Nara shouted. "Come inside," she said to the elf.

"I would, but," her words trailed off. Nara looked over her shoulder.

"My cat? No worries. He's cute and friendly."

"Yes, but...just help me," the elf waved desperately. "I don't want to be mauled, and this pain. Rips me apart, it does."

"Ghh," Nara grumbled. She dragged a chair and helped the woman into it.

"Gratitude," she smiled. "You are very kind."

"Sure, when coin is involved."

"Ah," the elf waved her hand. "Have plenty of that. Grab a cloth please. Blood's starting to trickle."

Nara looked around. The cloth. She used one the night before. "Should've been prepared," Nara said. She picked up the cloth from the barrel, dipped it in water a few times, then squeezed the water out."Shouldn't be walking through the city during red days."

"I know, dear. My sister is celebrating her name day tomorrow, and I had to buy her something!"

"Could've sent another," Nara said.

"Can't trust them with this," the woman smiled and lifted her dress. "Coin has a way of moving faster than a rat. Place it in the wrong hands, and...you know."

"I know," Nara crouched. She wanted to snap and claw this woman to pieces. Pampered wretch. Few creatures were more vile than this breed.

"Lift it higher."

"It could stain. It's one of my best dresses, dear."

Nara remained silent. She couldn't trust her rebellious tongue with any word. Swallowing her anger, Nara ran the cloth along each of the woman's thighs, then between them.

"Oh," the woman leaned on her back and moaned softly. "I...I missed my husband since he became a...ack, a trainer at the academy."

Nara pursed her lips. The woman's enjoyment was vile and disgusting, same as the perfumed scent oozing from between her lower lips. Did she actually scent herself down there?

"Ah, deeper, oh," her legs parted. "Clean, oh, all that blood, oh."

Nara cringed. She poked two cloth wrapped fingers inside. A moan escaped her, but that wasn't what caught Nara's attention. She chanced a look over her shoulder, but she couldn't see anything. Something bolted past her. Nara fell on her side with a grunt.

"Claw!"

The feline darted his head under the woman's dress, assaulting her sanctuary with rapid strokes of his moist tongue.

"Aagh!" The woman screamed like a sword pierced her guts. Nara gasped.

"Get it, oh! Get it off!"

"Stop, Claw!" Nara lunged and grabbed him by his hindquarters. The cat growled and spat as Nara pulled him back. The woman shot the two an incredulous look.

"Apologies."

"Vile beast!" the elf said, kicking at Claw. She missed, yet the gesture angered Nara beyond control. She was about to unleash Claw upon her, but the woman already and stormed out, cursing all the way.

"What's with you?!"

The cat panted and licked his fangs. Nara wanted to slap some sense into him, but she couldn't bring herself to harm him. Instead, arms wrapped around the animal's fluffy neck. "Do that with me, you crazed male. Only with me." Tears fell down from the corners of her eyes.

"Naaaraaa!"

"Chh," she sniffled. "What now?"

"Fast!"

She kissed Claw's whiskers and let the cat roam free as she ran towards the booth. A scream left her throat. Shiny fish danced around the booth. They looked like fish, if it were not for the violet aura swirling around them. Realization dawned in an instant. Nara hurled herself forward, arms flailing.

"Nether wyrms!" She cried. "Shoo them off!"

It was too late. Within moments, the creatures vanished with a horrible screech.

"Meldor's cock," Nara swore. "The Skylord had his way with us."

"Wh--what happen?" Tia's eyes were wide as he touched the silky robes.

"Really need to ask?" Nara growled. "Be useful and help me."

Claw purred and leaned into caressing fingers. Nara and Tia retreated inside, bringing everything with them. Robes were piled up on dirty crates, and the potions and necklaces scattered all around. Tia sat in a chair. Nara didn't even think of joining him. She sat on the dirty floor, cuddling her cat. She was too angry to be upset. All their merchandise, the necklaces, the rings, the robes! All were...

"Useless," Nara said to Claw. "I turn eyes for a moment, and he wets himself like a boy."

"I watched it!" Tia screamed. "Like you said. Eyes forth, smile upon lips." That turned into a sob until the child broke into tears.

"Still stupid. One must've sneaked past your...vigilant stare."

"What'f your lady laid the wyrms?"

Nara bit her lip. She feared as much. That whining whore probably lied about everything just to get close to the goods. A cheap, yet effective trick. And Nara fell for it!

"She probably did."

"Then why?" Tia sniffled. "Why help her?"

"Cause...Gah! I hate kindness," the girl yelled, temper flaring. "Never get anything out of it."

She too started crying, cold tears falling over her cherry red cheeks. "Kindness makes us do stupid things." Claw nuzzled her cheek, his cold nose taking in her scent. A moist tongue washed over it, making Nara's skin prickle. It was so warm. So caressing.

"Ackh!" Nara hugged the cat. "So affectionate," she dragged the feline and herself on the ground. "So dear!" Nara sniffled and kissed Claw's nose and muzzle. "If it weren't for you, I--" Nara suppressed another sniffle. She was no cub, mewling for its mother.

"Get the potions out," she said to Tia. "See what we can sell."

"You get them!" Tia shouted and rushed upstairs.

Nara did everything by herself. Several potions were sold before dusk arrived in its blazing glory. The crowds lessened, and merchants started packing their goods. Nara lingered until late dusk, when only a few stray flaming clouds sailed on the darkening sky.

That was when Nazran and Enzo returned. They all went back inside to share meal and words. Nazran didn't take the news kindly. He had the same expression on his face he often had when trading: impassive, with a short amount of kindness.

"Business risk," he said instead of the complain Nara expected. "Even the most sure-footed merchant stumbles once in a while."

Nara remained silent. Argues wouldn't change anything, even if venting made her feel better.

"Enzo," she said. "Tell us about your findings."

The rogue nodded. His lips were heavy with words. When the storm of information ceased, Nara could hardly keep her eyes open.

"Back to beds," Nazran concluded. "We resume in the morning.

"Why? We still can..." Nara yawned.

Nazran smiled. "Nay. The hour grows late, an' there's nothing we can do until light pierces darkest veil. Sleep and regain strength." He got up from his chair. "There's much work to be done in the morn."

Nara walked to her room. Everything was in the same place she left it. Claw jumped on the bed, ears perked and tail flicking gracefully from side to side. Nara undressed. The shirt fell first, followed by her breeches and inner garments. Claw's tongue touched the bottom of her thighs as soon as that happened.

"Ghh," Nara caressed his head. "wish to...to have me?" Claw's hungry licking was an answer enough. Two hands grabbed the cat's head and forced it upwards. The male snarled in annoyance, but not for long. Nara touched his nose with hers, staring in those beautiful amber eyes. "I cannot deny such request," she whispered, licking his nose. Claw replied with his own lick. Moaning in delight, Nara dropped on the ground, pressing her breasts against the hard floor.

"Do it quick," she said, parting her thighs for Claw. The cat's inquisitive sniffs were never too late. A couple of licks preceded the mounting. Three thrusts, a plunge, and he finished. Nara gritted her teeth, whimpering as hot seed triggered the peak of her pleasure.

"Ackh....aaaah." She held back a moan. She didn't want to scream like a weakling when Claw took her. Nara rolled on her back. Two arms wrapped around the cat, dragging paws, belly, and everything down. He was so warm. Nara kissed muzzle, cheek and ear. It wasn't long before the cat started grooming her, his purr and the soft tongue strokes lulling Nara to sleep.

When dawn broke, Nara allowed Claw to take her once more. Morning felt brighter with Claw's essence inside her. The cat could hardly contain his excitement. He growled and nipped at Nara as his seed burst into her. The girl gasped, inner lips tightening around Claw's member.

"Ackh...so quick," she managed to say.

Once that was done and clothes covered her nakedness, Nara opened the door. Claw shot out of the door. Breakfast always had him excited. Nara was less enthusiastic.

"Late, my dear," Nazran sipped...something. "Come. Put more life in those legs."

"Ain' got any," Nara rubbed her eyes, trudging towards the empty chair. Everyone seemed to be there, including that whelp Tia. How? He always was the last to rouse from bed.

"Here you have tea, then there's cheese and a bit of salted pork. We also have tomatoes," Nazran waved Enzo.

"I'm not hungry," Nara said.

"Your cat seems to be."

"Always is."

"Well then..." Nazran smiled. "We'll wait for you. No reason to talk plans with empty bellies."

Every pair of eyes was upon her, except Claw's. The tawny plainstalker busied himself with a large bone.

"Fine," Nara sighed. A crumb of cheese found its way between her fingers. She bit a piece, nodded, and took a tomato.

And silence still reigned.

"I'm eating now, Pa. By all means."

"Ai'ght," Nazran pounded the table. "As Enzo related last night while you two," he pointed two fingers at the youths, "fell asleep in your chairs, my brother has grown thorns. He spread his vines throughout Eldre'Thalas, choking fair merchants of buyers."

"I counted three so far," Enzo nodded. "One is within walking distance. The other two...not quite so. One lays in the shadow of the proving grounds while the other opens booth near the great Terrarium."

"A fair distance away, hmm..." Nazran scratched his beard. He rose shortly after and placed both arms on the table. "Three camps, three separate duties. I ask for no fancy plots and schemes of you. Head there, disrupt business, return. The way you work is up to your choosing."

Nara looked at her cat. Claw's eyes gleamed in the morning light. Bright and deadly, like molten fire.

"I'll burn the one near Terrarium," she offered.

"That's a crowded place--"

"I'll handle it."

Nazran nodded and looked towards Enzo.

"Acid works quicker. Is less conspicuous," the assassin smiled. "His goods will turn to rotten cheese before he knows."

Tia said nothing. Jam and bread were far more important.

"Child!" Nara screamed

"Huu?"

"Wreak havoc, boy. Break bottles, soil robes. You know what," Nazran chuckled.

"Ai'ght."

Nara's lips pursed. "Know what to do?"

"Ya!" Tia said.

She stormed from her chair and shook that little thing senseless. "Make sure you do!"

*

When the merchant house belched his crew, Nazran relaxed. His shoulders pained him. They always got angry before he did.

"Unfortunate business," he mumbled, sipping more tea. "T'was a rotten choice to come here."

A frown darkened his face. Not a single robe or accessory retained its properties. Only the potions did.

"Not a good price on those," came another mumble. Herbs had little use in a city filled with magic Buyers sought enchanted objects, and enchanters were rare. The ones aiding merchants always demanded unreasonable prices. Nazran had no coin to pay them, and no means to make coin.

"Ugly turn, this took."

He picked the herb brews and put them to display. Morning churned to noon, and not a single buyer spared a glance. Nazran watched the crowd with envy. Scores they were. Hundreds! And not a single one looked upon Nazran's wares.

"This your boy?" A voice inquired.

Nazran turned around. The gleam from the elf's armor had him squint. He looked at the runt. Dark hair, dark ayes, dark clothes.

"It is," the aged merchant said.

"He was caught stealing by more able eyes," the elf snickered and shove the boy aside.

"Take this urchin and yourself to the man you robbed."

The elf took the lead before Nazran spoke.

"Wait," Nazran grabbed the guard's shoulder. "I need to see my wares inside before taking to path."

"Be quick about it." The guard didn't spare a glance. It was obvious to Nazran that the man had no love for thieves. Tia looked back, cheeks wet with tears. Nazran frowned, nipped his beard and turned eyes to the waiting bottles. The boy got himself caught. How could he, after so many successful attempts? Maybe he was getting too old and tall. Tia looked nothing like he did four years ago. All he had then was a spindly form and 7 frail years of age.

Nazran threw the bottled concoctions in a crate and shove it inside. He wanted the same with Tia. Age had a way of eroding feelings, and hatred stirred at the boy's failure. If compassion traveled the reaches of Nazran's feelings, It needed a different place to settle.

"I'm prepared," Nazran said, barring the door shut.

The guard waved a hand and started walking. As expected, the streets of Eldre'Thalas offered little in terms of space. A sinuous snake slithered across the path, each scale a different color. City men, countrymen, nomads and elves mixed in like mongrels for the upcoming trials.

Narran's guard parted the way with words and threats. Men like him had no time to bargain. In this regard, both merchant and guard were of a same mind.

The lower city greeted with with tall stone dwellings and the scent of roasted meat upon the spiced air. Nazran's tongue stirred. A chunk of meat bathed in juice and spices was much better than a skin of water. And he was very thirsty. When he questioned the guard about the remaining distance, he earned two words and a punch to the stomach.

The main roat split in a trident. The guard took left. The bosom of dwellings reeked of piss and drink. Nazran wondered about their destination now that alleys replaced roads. No merchant worth his wares traded in such places. Nazran chewed the meat of his inner cheeks. Maybe this "merchant" was no merchant at all.

He froze before a well-stocked booth.

"This is the man your whelp stole from," the guard spoke.

It was...it wa...

"Children take after their parents. Tis the way of things," the robed man strolled in front of his booth. "As is this reunion."

"You..." Nazran gathered his wits from his trembling legs. "You're not my brother."

"Astute observation. Shall I tell you how I weaved that lie?"

"i....boy," Nazran's throat felt dry, his tongue constricting. "Grown a man, you did."

"Every boy does," the man's lips widened in a smile," Pa."

Nazran grunted. "Do not call me as such. Weren't born from my seed."

"A thing I'm grateful for. You never cared for me," the man said. "And neither did I."

So little Anren turned into a man. The short-cut beard and the equally short hair were a good match for his eyes. Stark blue, like sky absent sun. Nazran forgot the color they bore until he looked upon the man's face. Could this be the same Anren? He looked nothing like the sneaky urchin Nazran knew. Years on the road dulled the sharpness of memory. All what the old merchants recalled were the discipline hours when words and fists struck a long-haired wretch.

The guard's words saw Nazran's attention returned.

"I delivered both thief and patron, fair merchant."

"And I coin," Anren threw a pouch. The guard snatched it from mid air and left.

"Where are your words, Pa? You never closed your mouth," Anren lessened the distance between them. "And neither your fists," the robbed man scowled. "Do you remember?"

"Mghm," Nazran grunted. "But past is past. What you want from me?"

"An apology," the raven haired youth said, seizing Tia. "This little wretch was looting my enchanted jewelry when Mira caught him."

Mira? The name held even less importance than that useless Tia.

"The boy is not mine," Nazran growled. "Just an useful asset I stumbled upon."

"Liar!" Tia shouted. "You was my Pa--"

Anren silenced the boisterous creature with a blow to the neck. The child dropped like a sack of rocks. Nazran's eyes squinted, but no words left his mouth.

"Unnecessary rowdy for purpose already unveiled." An unhealthy grin spread across the man's cheeks. "The boy already told me everything. I promised him more coin than you will earn in ten lifetimes. "If he lives to claim it."

Shivers rattled Nazran's limbs. He tried to think of something. Something to do. Something to say.

Nothing came.

"No words? Pah," the robbed man sighed. "Fine. I will speak them, and balm troubled mind. The cart man you took was mine."

"Wh--" Nazran coughed. "What? How could...I knew the man..."

"That's what you believe," Anren laughed. "I've had my eyes on you for a while, Nazran. And a man like me has resources."

Nazran remained silent. He only watched as the bastard son born from his whore of a wife's womb came closer and closer.

"I learned from you, Pa. Your fists taught me to endure and strike. I own the commerce in Eldre'Thalas, have henchmen, a wife, even some pets." Anren took the step that brought the two men face to face.

"While you?" Anren whispered. "What do you have? No wares to sell, no family to call your own...not even wits in that stinky head of yours."

Nazran sighed. Words hurt much worse than pain. "I have a family, you mongrel."

Anren laughed. "Family? All you have are unwashed urchins stolen from the gutters."

"Untrue. They're--"

"Convenient servants, yes. Heard that before." A hand wedged itself in Nazran's throat. "They're dead, old man. My men are upon them as we speak."

A cough erupted from Nazran's throat. What could he do? A merchant's weapons were words and charisma, not fists and steel. Even so, instinct urged Nazran to defend himself.

And instinct was never wrong. His arms were upon Anren's in an instant, but the man barely flinched. His grip tightened, and tightened. How could he muster such strength?

"They will rape the girl," he snickered, grabbing one of Nazran's arm. "And kill the rogue, just as I will kill you." A twist, and the bones snapped like twigs. Nazran howled in pain. His eyes watered, and strength left his legs.

Nazran fell. Pain erupted across his body, crisp and raw. Nazran let the pain out through a horrible yell. He vaguely saw the shape kneeling in front of him.

"I--I leave," Nazran said in a frail, dying voice. "Leave city. Just...let my family...."

"Always stubborn, Pa," Anren said. Something appeared from the depths of his robe. "But tell you again. They are not YOUR family."

The cold kiss of the blade replaced the horrendous pain. Nazran trashed, gasping for air. He blinked, horrified, as darkness veiled his vision.

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