When Siraki Roared...
A spirits roar
The small mountain village of Kein was a isolated from the rest of the world, its mass of wooden huts and sloping rock faces covered in light fluffy snow and the deep caves carved with ancient prophecies and drawings from the age before the ice. In the village there was a common trait among the inhabitants called the orascin which was that all off them had the most startling white fur. Most of the population had sheared all of it till only an inch long to come closer to the gods of the realms that they dwelled in.
But for all the gods and prophecies that the caves told of, there was one girl, one girl who did not care for the mystical side and was not interested in the dozens of temples and the ramblings of the priests. Her name was Siraki (impure) she was called this because even though she had two pure white parents her back was dark red but to her thighs up to her perfect long muzzle she was a dense pale red that gleamed out of any of the white clothing she wore. She was forced to wear a black hood and thick black long skirts and robes with long cuffs that drooped to her knees. And sewn in a into the arms of the robes was curse saying
On one arm
"All who look upon this face shall know how hell
Burns and how hate ravages the heart.
On the other
As all who practise
The dark and twisted arts burn in this mortal face of utmost
Pain and utter disgrace."
She was locked in a unnamed temple and only let out on the most holy day of ora to be laughed at in several trials of humiliation. This is were I would like to begin my story, just before the event in the locked room were Siraki discovered something in the piles of bibles and paintings of the caves, a scroll that she had never come across in the two years she had been locked in the dark room a scroll that told of fire and how a chosen one would be able to whiled its great power Against a spirit so powerful and evil that hell itself follows it.
Siraki looked longingly at the filthy window longing for release from this dark damp prison . as she walked from side to side of the large room filled with shelves of the unholy scriptures and drawings of horrid images of females being raped for being unholy and the past accounts of the escapades into the caves. She looked at all the Piles of old tattered scrolls and bibles with words missed out and unholy curses from the deeper caverns. Then she stopped at a wall she hadn't explored before as she searched through the piles of books and scrolls she wondered what she was to be put through this year, last time she was forced to her knees and made to paint her head white and chant the prayers of the people over and over. And worse she had to cut herself and shout that her tainted fur would mask her evil blood. She stopped at a tightly bound scroll in red thread. Her whiskers twitched in interest, this was a scroll that went against the gods written in ages past by demonic worshippers. But when she opened the scroll she found that it was not a demonic scroll, it looked like it but it had only four words.
The scroll of fire
All the other pages were blank except for the edges that had miniscule runes written on them. She pocketed the scroll without thinking and at that moment the door burst open and three large males forced their way towards her. She fell to the floor wide eyed and panting, the males gathered round her and pulled the black hood over her eyes and gripped her heels and arms and carried her out into the main temple.
The males walked for some time, a gradual roaring came through the tight hood and drifted slowly into Siraki's flattened ears. She felt a bump as a large door was opened and a massive roar came from the crowd outside the darkness. She was laid on a cold stone table and released. The hood flew back and her red fur gleamed out like the sun. A huge boo resounded from the mass of people below the raised platform. She daren't move less the guards came back so she just lay there waiting for whatever they had to throw at her.
A priest came up to the platform and ran a finger down the side of Siraki's face, she shuddered at his cold touch and she longed to run right off the platform and into the wild, were she was supposed to be, not here with the pures. The priest gave a quick look of disgust and turned to the crowd and shouted. "this our holiest day of our great religion, should be honoured! Do you all agree!" the crowd roared in approval and Siraki shrivelled on her stone alter As the priest spoke again. "This as you all know, is the first of the impure! And she will be part of this cleansing of our great temple! For only the smoke of her flesh... can the gods be rewarded!" Siraki immediately sat up but was pushed back down by a male who was obstructed from view.
let those unholy garments be burnt! The other two males returned with ropes and knives and ripped the black robes from her body exposing her supple breast to the crowd she felt so vulnerable as all the males stared incessantly at her as she desperately tried to hide her pussy, she screamed and writhed as they bound her hands and feet to the stone alter. The robes were crumpled onto a small bonfire and the scroll she had pocketed earlier fell out at the priest's feet. "what have we here?" he snarled. He opened the scroll and stormed over to the alter. "what is this?!" he shouted "is this some form or joke? Bringing a scroll of hate to this holy place!" he turned to the crowd and spitted "This scroll! Is the most unholy item ever brought into this holy place! And for this insult... this horrid thing! Shall be part of the fuel that burns this hellish creature!" he pointed to Siraki's naked form. The crowd screamed in delight as the priest lit the scroll and threw it onto the fire. Siraki watched the scroll in the flames, but something was wrong, the flames went out and a red glow flashed across it. The audience stopped cheering and all eyes were fixed on the scroll. It began to open slowly then it ignited with a bright blue flame it swirled around the sticks and then shot across the floor to the priest it curled around his robes and killed him instantly next it shot to the males, it wrapped itself around their muzzles and swirled around their hands. They fell to the ground in a stiff pose, frozen by the blue flame. Siraki's breath was shallow and her heart quick, the flame had no smell, she did not like not being able to smell something there was no heat but the waves of fear rushed through her. The flame whipped over to the alter and hung over Siraki's face. She struggled hard against her bindings but to no avail the flame burst out in long thick strands and shot in every direction one curled around her thigh and slipped into her ass and another went straight into her mouth and went extremely deep into her insides.
She felt weak and dead to the pain that she was experiencing she tried to resist the sheer force of the flame, but it was too late the last three of the thickest tentacles of flame raced across her soft fur and penetrated her vagina so deep she nearly fainted. The pain was so intense and the feeling was even more excruciating as the flames rushed into every entrance of her tight body she felt a stream of fluid seeping our of her stretched pussy. Then it all stopped the bindings had melted into ash and the flames were totally in her body and there was a slight feeling of warmth there now.
The crowd rushed out of the temple seven large males ran up the stage and gathered round the edge, one of them shuddered out "come back to us! And we will see to it that you will be back in your tower..." Siraki pressed her back to the wall and curled each clawed hand into a fist, she had the overwhelming urge to throw something at the males, there was a large stone on the ground but to large for her to throw at them, but it was her only choice she bent down and tried to lift it. It was a mistake that would cost her deeply. All of the males pounced on her as she was bent; restraining her, then another priest came into the temple. His footsteps echoed through the hall as she lay paralyzed with fear and seven males holding her down.
The priest was holding an elaborate bottle decorated with females standing in a solid pose, he dipped a finger into the bottle and withdrew a shining purple substance. "let her go..." he said. All the males got up and walked away leaving Siraki pressed up against a wall with the priest. "heaven knows what lies in your soul girl... would you like to be free of these demons that haunt you?" he held the purple fluid to her mouth on his finger. "well answer me, simply lick the holy water off my finger and you may return to your tower and have no fear." She hesitated and screwed up her eyes while turning her head away. "I want... nothing from you!" she screamed. The priest got angry; grabbing her by one of her ears he forced her up raising the bottle to her lips. "I offer you salvation and you deny it? By shorg! Ill rip your guts out girl! One las..." he stopped a faint whispering could he heard from the temple. It got louder... soon it was speaking then a thousand black shadows ripped through the doors and cut through the priests flesh and robes he fell to the floor in a shower of blood. The bottle shattered leaving a large steaming purple puddle. The shadows gathered into a ebony black mass then dropped to the floor with a soft thud. "what?" Siraki breathed at the black material.
Before she could run over to the shining black substance the priest grabbed her ankle and said through a mouthful of blood "this is the day of him..." she was horrified at what she saw he was dead, she was sure but he spoke as a living soul. It was cold in the temple and Siraki was naked, the black shadows had made some form of clothing when the fell it did not seem too useful, It was extremely revealing and the material was so tight it dug into her fur covered body. Then she heard the whispering again. Not from the temple but from the ashes of her old clothes. She scraped back the ash revealing the scroll this time it was not blank it said
Now the flames have a body you may now call upon the flames to your will, your armour will protect the flesh but the flames can only be ignited fully. During flaming passion,
Siraki said in a breath. "why me?" She walked to the door but was snatched back by the shoulders from a bookcase next to the door. She screamed but soon fell silent at the hulking figures words. "im not here to hurt you, what has happened here is wrong. Please come with to the back gate we can escape from there." Siraki flung off his hands and turned sharply. She was immediately embarrassed because her clothes were too tight and she had not been able to fully get her breasts into it, so they bulged out like badly packed meat. She started to back away to one of the pillars while the male advanced slowly, his long mane of white fur was pilled back in a ponytail and his sharp fangs clicked as he spoke. "Please... I can help you, I am not one of them." He gestured towards the sliced up priests. "Just come with me..." she ran full force to the door to find it was locked and then proceeded to jump onto one the roughly carved pillars. Her tight armour made it hard to move and the pillar was jagged and poked holes through the material.
"come on!" he yelled after her as she leapt from pillar to pillar stretching and ripping the armour in places she did not want torn. As she got the back gate of the temple she was confronted with two of the largest heavily armoured males she had ever seen, By this time she was hanging on a pillar with one hand and one of her breasts can come out of its confined space. Siraki smelt arousal from the males and refused to come down in fear of rape. The one on the left of the door held a long wooden blowpipe; the cat like reactions of Siraki forced her from the pillar without thinking. The dart hit a roughly carved angel in the neck and shattered it into a thousand diamond bright pieces which cascaded to the floor as Siraki leapt at thin air.
Because of her sudden jump she had forgotten to aim for anything, the result was she simply fell to the floor with a crash, she lay spread eagled on the marble floor with a throbbing head from were she fell as she got up a white clawed paw stamped down in front of her, the male that she had ran from stood between her and the guards saying "please just trust me. We will make it out of here." She had not got a good look at him before, he was large and muscular with two pale green eyes (Siraki's favourite) and a simple white toga around his large body. She managed painfully to get up holding her head and limping from one foot to the other. The two males at the door grunted something to each other; noticeably large bulges had appeared in their groins and they looked straight at Siraki's legs. Apart from one of her breasts falling out and into plain view. Her inner thigh was totally exposed to the males and the torn black material reached up to the left side of her clit exposing that too. The large green eyed male pounced on one of the guards slitting his throat with a razor sharp claw and then throwing a devastating punch to the other knocking him out on his clawed feet. "Why did you help me?" she asked looking hopelessly at him. He stood with a bloody arm and said calmly "I am here to help you escape and nothing more" Siraki leapt onto the stage out of his reach, she could smell arousal from him and it was extremely strong.
"so your sure you don't want to fuck me?" she said flicking her tail from one side to the other in a fluster. The male stood a foot away from the stage shaking his head and muttering "seven years of training and I still can control my emotions." He sighed and then looked up at her "I am sorry you don't trust me... it will probably cost you your life, and if you want to, the door is behind that wall. But if you go out there... there are five hundred or so pilgrims waiting to give the unholy a good old fashioned thrashing." Siraki ripped the remainder of her useless armour off her body leaving ripples of fur unsmoothed around her abdomen. The bright white-gold embroidered sheets that covered up the stage were just enough to cover her nakedness, as she did this the smell of arousal was so intense she nearly choked on it, she was in the midst of heat but normally she was repulsed by the pures this one was different he was kind of cute and he looked like one of the many kings she had read about in her tower room.
"Well?" He asked for the fourth time. Siraki looked around the room and saw no other exits. "How do we get out?" she asked carefully. The male looked away a little and said "in order for you to get out of here alive is for you to be dead." Siraki recoiled at this point nearly losing her grip on the silk sheet over her. "Don't worry... you only have to pretend but the one thing you may not like..." Siraki looked suspiciously at him for a second till he regained the power of speech. "ill have to carry you out naked..." he gasped trying not to look at Siraki. "so you expect me to believe your trained for seven years to carry a impure girl you never met to through a crowd of people who want me dead?" the male sighed again and said very plainly "I am on a mission to return you to Kortu palace. I can't fail. The fate of all our lives depends on you and that scroll." He pointed to the paper in her hand. You know of this?" she exclaimed waving it in her hands. She could smell fear as she did this, it was a thick stench that flowed around her for an instant. "why are you scared?" She asked quietly.
The male stood watching the scroll and said "that... is our salvation from the evil that snatches all our hope and dreams... that very scroll is what will save us from him..." Siraki jumped down from the stage and grabbed the male by the shoulder. "who is he?" the male nearly fell over as he said these words. "he was the first... the first one ever to walk this earth... and he still remains but he no longer rules... he is now a tormented soul... with abilities that could make people shatter into dust... and a sword that if given a chance, would slice a god in two... and worse of all... his name, the name that is howled by all the caverns of hell, that utters the sounds that shudder the senses and wring the death out of a grave... his name is... Once..." the temple went deathly silent... then a roar came from out side the front doors, then a massive bang of wood on wood. "Come hurry!" he said grabbing the silk sheet and prizing it from her grip. revealing all to the male. He picked her up with one hand on her buttock the other on her neck. Another massive bang came from the door but the male kept of walking calmly forward "remember your dead..." he breathed. Siraki nodded letting her long tail relax itself. With each step the male took, his thumb went ever so slightly deeper into her ass, she never said anything, and she kind of liked it. As the male reached the door it was forced open. And the hundreds of people in white robes cheered at the sight of him carrying the lifeless form of Siraki out of the temple. They chanted and cheered for ages while the male was walking slowly through the crowd every so often she would be prodded and poked sometimes scratched my the crowds many hands but all the while she remained still allowing the feeling of the males thumb to really get to her. After about half an hour they were out of the village and in the wilderness beyond. The pure white wasteland of ice and snow was endless the dead trees hung gloomily over a mass of caves that were pitch black inside. Strange shapes in the snow began to form and Siraki grew intensely cold. The male carried her into a low hung cave and set her down by a cold stone wall.
After an hour or so Siraki awoke a little to find a small fire with roasting meat on it. Also she found a large animal skin over her she was still naked but she was warm. As far as she could see the male was not there and it was now that she usually got up to her books. There was one in particular that she found most exiting called the pleasures. It told of all the ways to mate with the utmost feeling, and it describes and illustrated what a perfect anatomy should look like and the genitals for both female... and male. She focused her mind on her favourite image, called the screaming cat. It was of a very large well endowed wolf and a tall slender female kitsune when was preparing for him. Taking her right forefinger and placing it on her thigh as the book instructed. She then looked down at her breasts and used her left hand to fondle her left nipple. She had practised it exactly the way the book said over and over. After a while she felt some heat be pumped down from her stomach to her clit in several quick waves. Then her right hand instinctively moved towards her beautiful slit and she began to caress it slowly up and down the soft pink flesh. Her body writhed in delight from the wonderful pulsing feeling in her vagina. Then she felt a little of her juices ooze out of her pussy making the walls of her hole soft and slippery, letting out a slight moan she moved her left hand down to her fractionally open vagina and rubbed a little of the liquid onto her finger. She then moved it up to her beautiful face and tasted a little of the sweet nectar. Tangy she thought to herself as it gracefully slipped down her gullet to her stomach. Then placing two fingers of her left hand on her flaps she spread her pussy open and slid two fingers of her right hand in and started ramming them viciously up herself over and over till her nectar ran freely and she was so close to her climax.
"Hello?" came the male's deep voice from afar; the Siraki quickly licked her paws clean and stuffed her hands down the animal skin. "Oooooh!" she murmured in disappointment. But she still couldn't stop herself purring a little at the feeling still inside her. The male entered sniffing the fragrant air. "Is that how you always smell?" he asked in intrigue at the flushed catgirl. She nodded then turned over in the thick fur to face the wall. She then asked to change the subject "what is your name? I suppose I should know that much." The male stared and the ceiling of the cave and his pale green eyes glimmered in the dimming fire light he opened his mouth and then closed it. If trying to remember a distant memory. "you don't know your own name?" she chuckled and turned over again to face him, her thighs slipped past each other very easily as they were still wet with her cum. She winced a little and then spoke. "if you did not already know my name... its Siraki" she said through the unbroken silence. "Yeah I know... I just thought it I called you it, you might take it as an insult..." he withdrew a large cloth sack from behind a rock and clawed out two clean togas one was huge and one was about the same size as Siraki "here." He said "put this on." She obliged and got out from under the fur carefully hiding her sparkling thighs from him. The toga was white and warm its folds went all the way down her clawed feet and the thick material was surprisingly light.
"so... can you tell me anything about were your taking me?" Siraki asked impatiently. "Well... If I did you would probably want to go back to your tower..." The cat looked at him wide eyed and said "it cant possibly be that bad if I had been there before." She stammered. The male got up and paced around the flames casting giant shadows over the damp walls. "its not that its bad... its just so strict, and no freedom for anyone at all. And you have to do things... that you wouldn't normally do..." he sat down next to her and sat silently waiting for her to ask the inevitable. Siraki then shut her eyes and spoke softly. "I have to have sex don't I..." after the male merely nodded slowly. "How did you know?" he breathed at the flames. "its in the scroll of fire..." Siraki jumped at what the male did next. He jumped up and grabbed the scroll from the sack. Then unravelled it and stared at the paper.
"You can read the scrolls?" he raced through the pages but dropped them to his side hopelessly. Siraki got up and took the scroll and found the same writing on them as in the temple talking about manipulating flames and how to unlock this power. "And how do you unlock this awesome power?" the male asked breathlessly. Siraki rolled up the paper and then lay belly down on the warm fur "apparently I can ignite the flames through burning passion" she yawned as she stretched out into the rocky floor. Ill see you in the morning she said as she nestled herself into the thick fur.
A journey into the depths
As dawn broke over the icy wasteland, the long shadows of snowy dunes came swiftly into the light and disappeared with the frozen air that had seeped in hidden to the cave were the male wolf and the female cat slept. The male gently brushed the covers off Siraki and stroked her deep red shoulders saying. "Awaken we have a long and perilous journey to make before we reach Kortu's walls." The cat awoke grudgingly stretching the fatigue out of her slender feline form; soon she had wrapped her toga and was rearing to the mouth of the cave with the male. After a few minutes walking boredom overtook Siraki and she asked. "May I call you Giad?" she whispered to him quietly. The male looked surprised at her words and said back to her. "Green eyed? I have no objection to the name." he trudged further on through the thick squeaky snow. Siraki ran up beside him and ran a hand down his long muscular arm. "You remind me of a book I once read..." the male never looked at the female as she stroked his arm but said to the air in front of him. "I have never seen a book that resembles a wolf in anyway." He sneered in a twisted smile after he said this, but Siraki then said. "well of course you don't look like the book... but you do resemble a picturrrre a saw in one." (She couldn't help but slip a little purr into the sentence. Just the thought of it made her wild.) the male picked up a little faster with the pace and then breathed "really? What was it of?" water vapour curled around his muzzle the slid of the sides of his face, before the female could answer there was a large creak heard from the ground. "The ice is breaking!" the male said jumping to another spot on the snow drenched ground. The cat remained were she was, partly because she could see slight faults in the snow and partly because something latched onto her leg. The cat screamed as she was pulled into the ice. With a quick slash of her sharp claws the force was dislodged from her heel. A little blood turned the snow pink as the thrashing decapitated flesh shrivelled into nothing. The faults in the ice began to crack apart Siraki jumped to Giad and fell to one knee. The mass of cracks grew further up the valley of ice, deep trenches were formed in the snow and thousands of pinkish tentacles shot at the two terrified animals. Paralyzed with fear Siraki stood frozen on one knee as the hellish tendrils of flesh coursed their twisted way to her. Giad then wheeled around slashing quivering tentacles as he lashed out with razor sharp claws. The tentacles wrapped around his left side and lashed a massive cut through his toga. The male wolf roared in fury and swiped the offending tentacles away, more merely came and tore the right side of his toga off exposing a highly muscular chest, miraculously the bottom half of his clothes clung to his body.
A few hopeless seconds later and twenty or so tentacles wrapped around the male as he tried desperately to claw them away he was pulled deeper and deeper into the snow until nothing was seen or heard again.
After this the sickly tentacles slowly surrounded Siraki and slyly moved forward as if scared of something. Siraki jumped back the tentacles only followed her a few feet then slowly tried surrounding her again. "WHAT DO YOU WANT!" the terrified catgirl cried the tentacles reared up and parted leaving a massive gaunt rotten face, pinkish like the tentacles themselves, it slowly opened its mouth and spoke. "Once... our great ruler," it stopped to take a slow shuddering breath. "Has sent me to fetch you... Mistress of the blue... flame." Siraki froze at the faces words the tentacles were poring slowly out of its neck and a very deformed arm it had scruffily sewed onto it. She edged back were two tentacles were waiting for her next jump. Seeing this she jolted forward closer to the wall of thick tendrils that now smothered the ice. "W-what did you do with him?!" she stammered at the head. It opened its mouth once more and slurred. "he is in the depths... if you come now... ill see to it that you... join him in his cell..." it closed its mouth and offered a thick tendril to her. She felt sick for doing this but she had to. She let the soft flesh wrap itself around her waist and neck, as it slowly brought her down through the large crack in the ice. She slipped down into a cold lightless room and was dropped harshly to the floor. Her toga got soaked in something under her, it was like a shallow pool that she landed in but her attention was disrupted by a large groan to her left.
Giad's beaten form lay somewhere in the dark she knew it but were? It was quite distant but not too far. "Speak again Giad!" another groan resounded in response to her call. She crawled through the shallow liquid to the noise and found herself up against cold icy shafts stuck in the water. "Giad..." she whispered. "are you there?" a hand curled over hers from the darkness startling her. "Who's Giad girl..." came a gruff voice from the other side of the bars. Siraki quickly withdrew her hand and started back to an icy wall near her the voiced laughed at her reaction. "Hey..." the gruff voice sounded again. "Why don't you come over here... these bars aren't to close together for what I got in mind!" it laughed again this time she heard the sound of shifting material. Then a sort of flop came from the source of the voice. "Come on... it's the only way to pass the time in the depths... why don't you just push that tight little rear of yours up against these bars... ill show you a good time!" Siraki's eyes widened in the darkness "no..." she whispered in panic. "Were is Giad!" she asked tentively at the voice. Another voice came from her right saying in a low tone "Giad? Bet he don't have a cock like mine... come over here just a little fun..." the flopping sound then came from his side to. The cat curled up in a ball staring wide eyed at nothing, her whiskers and her cheek submerged in luke-warm fluid. Every so often another taunt came from the voices and she heard blind swipes through the bars and claws hands trying desperately to cling to her. This went for an hour or so. When a massive bang was heard straight in front of her she advanced on all fours to the sound as she watched a small crack of light appear in the dark outside the bars. "feeding time..." said the gruff voice to her left. The light was flung into the room as a large door smashed open. A large beast carrying a tray of raw meat walked in growling at the prisoners. The torches around the cells grew slowly into life as the beast turned a knob next to the door. There was a massive hoot as both the males either side of her cage looked at her ferociously. She backed away from the clear ice bars as the guard surveyed her. "Ill need your clothes for the wash..." he growled at her. The males either side of her let there tongs fall out as the beast said this. "get them off" he spat at her. The Black Panther to her left said gruffly "come on! Don't annoy Ralth! Give em up!" the terrified cat didn't move for fear. Right iv seen your type before heh heh..." the beast chuckled as he walked to the control panel turning a knob ever so slighty. The bars to her left fractionally moved up the lion on the other side scrambled under but couldn't get his shoulders through the gap. The cat ran to that back of the cage squealing. The beast laughed deeply and said with relish. "Two choices... you take em off... or he does aha ha ha!" Siraki's face streamed with tears as she fumbled with the soaked knot in her toga. "Fucking hurry!" The guard spat as she struggled with it. She slipped the white dripping marital down her sleek body as the males watched her every move. The males rampantly jerked their cocks to her naked form. Even the beast outside the glistening bars was feeling the growing bulge in his pants. "Good girl... very good girl, now come here..." he said slyly wagging a finger at her. She slowly walked forward holding her tail tightly in one hand making sure nothing grabbed it. Avoiding the males groping hands She held the white toga to the beast and fell back as he smashed a large chuck of bloody meat into her breast and snatched the toga. He walked along the cells forcing chunks of the meat through the bars he sniffed the dripping material with relish. As he left he unzipped his pants the slammed the door shut.
After ten minutes of lying on the shallow pool of water Siraki arose to find the males still masturbating willing her on to uncover her breasts and pussy that she had been hiding with her hands. She simply sat up hugging her legs rocking back and forth listening to males groan as they twisted themselves to try and look between her legs and at perfect tear shaped her breasts. The lion was the first to cum, it dribbled all over his hand and then he looked evilly at Siraki as he flung it towards her. she winced and the long ropey strand of semen hit her ankle. She felt sick, the smell of the foul substance was too much she just kept looking straight ahead at the door as the black panther said "fuck, that's a good idea..." he stood up at the bars and jerked more vigorously on his 8.5 inch cock. Without emotion Siraki just curled her lip as spooge was fired out of the panther's dick at the left side of her face hitting her cheek and slashing her lips as it spiralled down to her shoulder. Were it stayed until Siraki threw up into the shallow pool of water. Vomit swirled in the thin liquid. Just before she passed out she looked at herself in the brown tinted water, seeing her face covered in spunk she fell into darkness and lay unconscious, face down and reeking of thick semen.
The guard heard a ring on the bell next to his table, Setting Siraki's toga beside him he walked out of his room and down into the prison depths. The icy draft blew through the stairs as the doors opened and then were chained shut by the massive beast. He was in fact a komodo dragon but years down here had frost bitten his large wing-like ears away leaving long bent pointy spines coming out of the sides of his head. He massaged his bald scaly scalp while he slipped a hand into the lock turning a complex combination into the knob under the pile of stones hidden from the prisoners. The door slammed open when he finished. He looked directly at the fainted form of Siraki then to the lion and the panther. "holy fuck... what the hell due do to er?" he said grabbing a icy bar of Siraki's cell, looking at the cum vomit and water all over her body. "Just a bit of fun Ralth..." said the lion. "Yeah, guess she just couldn't take it!" said the panther as the dragon slung a switch next to Siraki's cell. The water flowed out and then pumped back taking the cum and vomit with it slowly but surely. He tossed a bar of soap into the cell that fell neatly in front of her face. The dragon walked along the rows of cells and saw a white wolf in a torn toga knocked out in the water. Opening the cell he took him and then threw him into a cell next to the lion. The sudden smash into the back of the bars snapped him out of his sleep. "he looked at his surroundings and the large dragon. "Were... w-were am I?" he said weakly. "The depths" said the panther As the dragon left slamming the door. "Hey buddy..." the lion rasped through the bars "look what we got..." he pointed to Siraki lying there cum still clinging to her face and shoulder. "Siraki..." he breathed "What the fuck did you do!" he said grabbing the lions arm and twisting it around the bar hearing several cracks as the fur stretched. "Hey! Hey... come on dude... Arrrghh... she was there you would have done the sa- AAAAAAAH!" The lion's arm fully broke snapping the ice bar as blood pored out over it. He fainted. the panther backed away two cells in front of the male. Giad punched the remainder of the ice and it fell out of its socket as he stepped over the swirling red water into the lions cell. He tried furiously to break the ice bars that separated Siraki and himself but these were much tougher and stronger. "Siraki!" he yelled at her but she still lay there unconscious not even stirring" he punched and kicked the bars over and over until one cracked a little. He went all out bending and twisting the ice but the bar remained strong. The panther chuckled at the wolf and said "if they were all that easy we would all be breaking out..." the wolf stopped his mane poring over his face. "You!" he said pointing through the bars "Are next..." as he said the final words he clenched a fist tightly and dragged it back to his side sliding his clawed feet into a broad stance his fist sparked lightning in all different directions most hitting the lion who jerked and shuddered whenever he was struck. The cells grew darker as the male opened his fist into wide spread fingers and flung his now glowing claws at the bars leaving a trail of white light that slowly faded away. The male smiled as the bars slid out of their position and clattered and splashed into the floor. the bars in front of the panther did the same thing but the panther did not move, instead the crown of his head slid off along with his torso and groin, blood splattered the walls of his cell as the body parts splashed into the water juddering about. The male wolf rushed in and picked up the dripping wet form of Siraki. "come on Siraki wake up! Its me! Please wake!" he shook her vigorously. She stirred a little, he took some of the water and drizzled it over her cum stained face and shoulders. She awoke with a gasp looking desperately around at the cell and the dark blue walls.
After ten minutes of a deep hug and lots of tears Siraki got up shaking from the experience. "Come on..." he whispered. "lets get out of this place..." at that moment the large dragon came bursting through the door saying. "Ya might find dat arder than ya may fink!" the giant reptile twirled two elegant blades in his large hands. Raising the bars he stepped into the cell holding the fine swords to their throats. Siraki whined as a small amount of blood dripped down her slender neck, in response the lizard raised a scaly eyebrow. "so... you like to hurt do ya?" he said scraping the blade down to her fur to her light red breast. It was then when the male kicked out at the blade in front of him if flew to the other cell splashing in the water. The lizard grabbed Siraki and held her painfully by her left breast very close to his body putting the sword across her deep red neck. "she screamed and struggled but a little pressure on the sword stopped her movement but not her crying. "let her go..." the male hissed said to the immense lizard. "now you and I no dats ni gonna appen!" he said tightening the grip on Siraki's boobs. Siraki closed her eyes and winced at the pain. The male darted to the open door leaving the lizard stunned, he dropped Siraki and ran to the door were a massive clawed foot knocked the other blade from his hand and a volley of white fur and fists came darting from the other side of the doorway. The lizard was knocked back but unhurt, he made a furious retaliation with giant punches and devastating kicks before finally grabbing the white wolf by the mane and lifting off his feet. "first im gonna kill yer... then im gonna fuck yer little kitty friend heh heh..." the wolf raised his head in the lizards hands. "you will do no such thing..." he breathed kicking the lizard in the face and dropping to one knee when the monster released him. The lizard slowly got up bleeding cold blood from three large gashes on his wide reptilian face. "That hurt... but ill still fuck your girl!" with this he kicked the wolf sending him flying into the door then smashing into the wall outside the cells. The lizard ran to the door slamming a scaly hand onto the large button closing the door with a loud slam. Then he tuned with an evil grin to Siraki who was on the floor gasping for breath cupping her breast. When she saw him she got up painfully and as fast as she could she ran down the corridor of cells to the dead end. The lizard approached her licking the blood from his scared face with a long forked tongue. The cat pressed her back against the cold blue wall screwing up her eyes not wanting to watch the lizard approach. She cringed at his cold scales brushing against her face then an even colder touch gently fiddling a nipple. "no! aaaah... no please! I be- I beg you!" the lizard smiled as he watched her slowly sink down with the gentle force he applied to her head. He undid his belt and pulled out a massive wad of flesh from his pants "do it..." he said slowly. Siraki opened her eyes and recoiled at the sight of what was in front of her. He pushed against the back of her head towards his erection her small mouth tightening up with the increased pressure. "DO IT!" he yelled at her she had no choice. Her lungs laboured hard at what she was about to do she opened a little wider and his cock slid in, just an inch but it was enough to make Siraki choke on his girth. Her breath quickened still as his cock still went further into her throat. Her eyes streamed at what he was doing to her she really wished he would stop but there was no hope. To think she was going to lose her virginity to a fat ugly lizard with a massive cock.
Outside the room the wolf woke up rubbing his head a throbbing pain in the back of it crushed a memory back to his eyes a flash of a kick and the lizard's voice promising to make love to Siraki. He bolted to the door hearing muffled groans and whimpers he smashed into it, But the door was more solid that a rhinos backside. He concentrated hard on the slash of fire, the mystical energy rushing into his hand sparking the wooden chairs he had smashed into. Then slashing upwards the light trailing from his claws cut straight through the door it fell to pieces
The lizard whipped his cock out of Siraki's mouth as he heard the door fall. Tucking his dick away back in his pants he stepped to the male wolf waiting with rage flooding through him. "So..." the reptile breathed drawing himself up to full height "a little interruption eh? You were real lucky to have such a fine piece of ass right there you know..." his voice changed as he said this. The male ran towards him the thoughts of ripping him to shreds caressing his mind, and then he stopped. A red flash had appeared running vertically up the wall behind the lizard. Acrobatic grace flooding through her Siraki jumped off the wall landing on the monsters shoulders a long hissing laugh escaped her as she spun round squatted and dug her claws into his thick neck sending blood poring out into one of the cells pools of water to her great delight so it appeared. It was only then she opened her eyes wide and ripped her claws out of his neck and licked them incessantly before jumping off his back and writhing on the floor that the male wolf saw that her eyes were flaming with a blue shimmering fire. He ran over to her gripping the writhing body of Siraki. "What's wrong Siraki? What's happening?" she merely continued to pulse her hips and open her flaming eyes wide and clench her fists. The male held her writhing head and turned her to look at him. "What's happened?" he repeated. She stopped writhing and clenched his torn toga with a strong grip. Her eyes flaming wildly she whispered to him in a distant echoing voice. "o-ooh Mortal flesh... release me and feel true..." she shuddered and fell to her back, "pleasure..." her echoing voice trailed away as she licked the blood from her claws longing for him. "he looked deep into her eyes, "Siraki... that's not you..." the flames died as Siraki breathed out a long breath. "were... what happened" she asked the wolf. "I don't know only my mast..." Siraki drew him to her in a tight hug "o-ooh wolf... I love you... please take me..." the male pushed her away and backed up. "Who are you? I command you to cease possessing her!" Siraki drew herself up anger rising with the bright blue flames in her eyes. "you... command me? I disagree" her eyes flashed in fury as she put a hand on the males chest. "The... ancient flame deems you worthy to unlock its power... but you! You command me to cease?!" she narrowed her eyes as she focused on her hand the male gripped it was he felt a sensation stronger that any other in his whole life... "Why try... to command a god? When a god... can contro-ooh ahhhh!" she fell to the ground leaving two burning orbs of flame were her eyes were that narrowed at the male before slipping back into Siraki's mouth.
After a minute of recovering from the overwhelming feeling that Giad had just felt, he arose to find Siraki sitting up looking at her blood covered claws. "Are... are you ok Siraki?" Giad asked cautiously. "I-I'm... sorry I couldn't stop her..." the female ran a hand over the lizard's scared face. "When I killed him... I saw all his feelings... Giad... I..." she broke into uncontrollable tears. He rushed over to comfort her. "I saw death..." she shuddered out through the tears. Giad saw that her tears were glowing blue. He almost backed up thinking it was another trick, but then she kissed his cheek and thanked him for resisting the flames. "well that's all in the past now... the exit should be up the stairs, lets go..." he took Siraki's clean paw and tried to pull her up buy she flopped back limply with a bloody claw clenching the dead dragons filthy clothes, and again broke into a fit of tears as she screamed "I killed him Giad! I killed... now I really am impure..." she sobbed over him for a while then Giad finally said. "what was to happen if you had not have killed him?" she rose her head a little scanning the cells"he would have raped you Siraki... please don't blame yourself." Then without even a note of sadness in her voice she said. "Perhaps your right... and it was quite satisfying to see him suffer..." she walked to one of the cells, not her usual walk either it was slow and sleek, her hips moving in a rhythmic fashion almost hypnotic to Giad who watched as she bent low down and picked up the two swords and studied them intently. "W-what are you doing Siraki?" he asked as she flipped the long blade over in her hands and ran a finger along the blunt edge. "I think I need these to protect myself... as I am naked..." it was then he noticed the slight blue shimmer that shot across her eyes as she looked at the swords. "Fine... let's go." She twirled the swords around in her hands while writhing her sleek red body around the flowing blades while she was walking to the door. She then snapped the curved blades behind her arms and walked her silky walk, seductively moving her hips and her arms now shining with metal and gold trimmed blades.
When they reached the top of the stairs they found a large locked and chained door in their way. Giad's clawed hand curled into a fist just about to unleash his fire slash when Siraki twisted her swords around her luscious body and leaped at the door slashing the chains and the wood clean off the hinges ever so gracefully as well. She walked out of the door into a large chamber lit with tens of candles generously put in every corner of the room. Giad entered the door quietly looking up at the ceiling then from the rafters dropped 3 sleek figures dressed in tight red and black clothing with a long dagger in one hand each moving silently around Siraki. The catgirl watched as the hooded figures surrounded her. In total unison the pulled down their hoods to reveal a ninja mask and pale faces each with long silky rabbit ears tied back to stop them flapping around. "Siraki's ears pricked as the ninja behind her raced in with an impaling blow, with her breasts jumping around more than herself, Siraki jumped out of the way and circled the room, each ninja attempting a kick or a punch that she dodged easily. Giad was watching from the doorway waiting for a rabbit to come a little closer so he could pounce. Using the wall she propelled herself twisting the metal around her and slashing the shortest ninjas feet clean off then kneeling beside her she flipped a sword around her hand and drove it into the rabbits chest then ripped it out and unleashed a fury of slashes to both of the remaining ninjas who used skilful blocks to sweep each devastating blow away from their tight clothing but it proved no use Siraki took advantage of a stunned ninja and forced their dagger into the others head and then slashed the last ones head off, flinging a long silver dagger Giad's way she continued to pull off the clothing of the shorter ninja except the mask and boots and gloves she slipped the tight clothing on with a sigh. "how..." Giad began. Siraki collapsed on the floor shivering. "what? No... I killed again... please Giad! Make me stop..." again a blue shimmer crossed her eyes and Giad spoke calmly to her "this is not you..." he reassured her. "it's the spirit inside you." At these words she dropped the swords and backed away from him "oh... what if I kill you? Please... take me back to my village. I yearned for freedom. And now..." her eyes sent out a few embers as she said "almost free..." her eyes widened as she watched the blue embers trail away. "G-Giad... will you hold me? Please... just this once..." Giad held her as she surveyed the destruction she had caused, she very nearly fell asleep in his arms, to tired to carry on after all that had happened. "come on ill carry you..." Giad said Siraki obliged and let him carry her over his shoulder and through the next room.
The next room was small round and stone with a long ladder going up to a small gap of light that was gleaming down onto the two anthros "I'm sorry but was going have to climb this." Giad whispered to Siraki's back. The catgirl sighed as she slipped off his back and onto the ladder. Slow and steady progress was made during the climbing the sudden rush of fresh air was immense when the reached the surface. Each took several deep reinvigorating breaths the sun was just setting casting a deep red glow over the ice as they trudged forward relentlessly trying to find a place to rest.
Totally free
After half a day of walking they reached a tall building just outside a large tangled mass of dead trees, tower-like in structure but the top was larger, windows shining out in every possible way, with an open door and a fragrant inviting air oozing out of it. The male turned to Siraki and deeply said "We can rest here, the monks will take good care of you I promise." Siraki looked up at the building with holy stars going all the way around it. "How will I be let in a monastery? I'm impure and..." she clenched her right paw, "I have killed..." Giad put a large hand on Siraki's shoulder "nothing will come of your actions in the depths... but here all is forgiven and the monks are forbidden to look at females, so your red fur won't matter at all here." Then a large voice boomed from the door of the monastery "Strangers! Come in from the snow! You must be tired." A fat monk donned with the traditional white hooded robes stepped out to greet them. Totally ignoring Siraki he walked up to Giad and threw an arm around him, "so... we meet again eh! What's it been now... four days since you were here last?" the male smiled at the monk before walking inside with him leaving Siraki in the snow to contemplate what had happened in the last day. Fatigue took her as she stepped into the beautifully lit room, the candles span as she walked to the stairs stumbling onto the banister gripping it tightly to hold herself steady. She found it too hard to climb the stairs so she took to sitting on the bottom of them, her tight clothes stretching over her buttocks as she leaned forward holding her face in her hands. Over and over she played it in her mind, watching as the lizards blood spurted up her arm, how the ninjas fell one by one to her hand, and at last how the panther and the lion... she sobbed in her clawed paws. She became aware of someone at the top of the stairs she looked up and saw a monk with tightly closed eyes walking down. "Forgive my intrusion...but your room and food is ready." Teary eyed and sniffing, Siraki nodded and walked slowly up the stairs following the monk to her room. There was a plate of hot beef mixed with herbs from the dead forest outside and a jug of water with a silver cup next to it all lain on a wooden tray on her bed; the mattress did seem a little thin before she sat on it but the thick sheets that covered it were small but very warm. Ravenous from the amount of walking she had done she ate the plate of beef in an instant and then looked at the water, a flash of the cell jumped back to her as she did so, she just would have to go thirsty. The instant she hit the pillow she fell asleep drifting into an uneasy dream.
Siraki awoke in her room. The bed sheets clinging to her soaked clothes that were drenched in cold sweat, forcing her way up she looked around the small room taking in the handsome stonework and the carved wood beams that coated the ceiling. She became distinctly aware of an unnatural blue tint to the world as she looked through the window. What happened next made Siraki nearly jump out of her clothes, a temptation to touch her self so strong that she actually screamed in pleasure at the heated waves emanating from her clit. She sank to her knees with a new found energy. Without thinking her hands slipped down to her tight trousers trying to rip them off as fast as she could, then she heard a voice from her bed. Wheeling round to see who could have gotten through the locked door and watched as she tried to undress herself. "So... the little cat has some claws..." Siraki blinked in disbelief as she saw her own naked form lying on the bed touching her slit, her echoing voice ran along Siraki's deep red ears sending shivers down her spine. "W-who are yoooou... how are you dooooing thisssss..." Siraki moaned softly as the double stroked her clit again racing the feeling to Siraki. The perfect double opened her eyes showing bright flames swirling within them. "I? I'm you, cant you see that?" her soft echoing voice bounced off the walls and into Siraki's velvet ears once more sending a chill so strong she sank down panting to the floor in total ecstasy. "you see..." came the echoing voice from the bed as Siraki writhed on the floor. "There's fire inside you... that fire is me ahh ha ha ha..." seductively showering Siraki in these slow soft words pushing her to the limit. "Your male wants you... and you want him don't you?" Siraki felt herself scream out "YES! Yes... I do ooooh-oh I doooo!" the double swept to the edge of the bed stopping the voodoo like magic that was flowing through Siraki. Leaning over looking at Siraki's panting body she whispered in her drawn out echoing voice. "Release your fire pretty one... you know what to do..."
Downstairs the monks were gathered in the hall listening to muffled screams coming from Siraki's room. Giad walked in, drawn by the noise, pricking an ear he heard the word wolf from the moans. Racing upstairs he thrashed at the door. "Siraki!! He yelled "this neither the time nor the pla..." the door was flung open and the wolf was pulled in by the scruff of the neck kisses raining down on his face and chest, hearing the door slam shut the male was flung onto the bed were Siraki slinked over him two claws on his chest. The wolf grabbed her by the arms and tried forcing her off him, the catgirl screamed in delight as his claws dug into her fur. Slamming her hips against his knocked the males arms off her as she leaned into his face and kissed his lips repeatedly as her eyes blowing out a cold blue inferno of flames. "Siraki... don-don't give in to her... this is not yoooff." The flames subsided in her eyes as the normal voice of Siraki came pouring out over her own quickening groans and said breathlessly "no... no... this is me! Giad, I cant tell you how much I need this!" the flames returned as Siraki started to pull off the black and red skin tight ninja garment up her body letting her breasts push against the males chest. Giad felt a massive rush as she did this, her heat got more intense as she writhed faster over him kissing and rubbing every square inch of his body. The cat clawed at her trousers desperately trying to rip them off. Giad's manhood grew as he saw her struggling with her pants. Feeling this strange sensation between her thighs Siraki slipped down and yanked the remainder of his toga off, flinging it onto the purple flowers on her windowsill she watched in utter excitement his cock throb in front of her "enough!" the male shouted as he pressed a foot to her stomach and kicked out. Siraki was thrown into the far wall, her head flopped down onto her chest. The male rushed over to her panting. "im... im so sorry, please Siraki! Wake up!" relief spread through him as Siraki stirred back to life with a slight moan. "does it hurt anywhere?" Giad said cautiously." The cat raised a hand to her head. "o-ooh yes my head..." the male backed away as here eyes burst into flame once more, "and it feels... Ooh... exquisite!" she said pouncing on the male gripping his rock hard dick and wrapping her mouth around the large pink mass. Every time the male tried to resist another wave of inexplicable pleasure washed over his dick. Her mouth felt so good, her tongue licking the shaft as she slowly raised her head before sinking back down into a steady rhythm, his tip hit the back of her throat every time she let the sudden invasion of flesh slide into her mouth one more time. The cat smirked as she tasted a stream of tangy precum gushing out of the wolves penis. She backed up ripping her tight pants off of her well toned body. Eyes alight with fire and pleasure she jumped back onto him kissing her lover on the snout. "Come now... make me a real woman!" she said letting her moist netherlips tease the tip of the wolf's penis. "Siraki... I know you're in there somewhere, and I'm sure you will forgive me for doing this..." he said as he grabbed one side of her neck and slowly twisted it sending the cats flaming eyes into the back of her head. She flopped over his large shoulders, the male catching her hips as he nearly slipped into her wet vagina.
The wolf emerged from the room his ripped up toga just covering him as he held it with two hands. His hair was now in long strands from the sweat and his fur was mangled from head to foot. "any spare robes you may have! We would be grateful..." he shouted down the stairs as he walked across the corridor to his own room.
The next morning the wolf awoke with a start, the sun had risen well over the horizon and time grew for short for walking. He slipped on the long white robes of the monks before leaving the small room. He found Siraki's robes lain over her door handle which he opened silently. Siraki lay on the bed naked except for the sheets. Her face was stained with fresh tears. A good sign that Giad's grip had not killed her. "Come, come now." He said gently shaking her out of her quiet slumber. She whimpered as her neck craned from side to side. "Is everything ok? Can you move?" he asked as she sat up in the bed clinging the sheets over her chest. "I hate myself..." she sobbed into the sheets. Giad watched in silence as shining blue tears dripped down her face. Siraki felt awful, flashes of the night came pulsing through her mind. The dream and the feeling of utter helplessness as she watched herself through her own eyes try to make love to the wolf and the blue flames that wrapped around her soul binding her, taking her body for a long and twisted campaign. Seeing the male about to speak she put a long slender finger to his lips saying in a series of sobs "I don't want reason... or logic... all I want is this... thing out of me, and I don't want to hear about destiny, or any other thing that might make me feel better! Because I don't deserve you! And this thing wants you, and I won't let her get you Giad" she cried to his face, "I wont let her get you ever... Now go... ill be down in a minute." She snatched the robes and got out of bed.
Giad left and waited at the front door. The large monk came out of the snow sending a flurry of whit powder scattering the wood floor and laid a white furry paw on Giad's shoulder saying "Tis a curse to look like that... I'm sure she will be very welcome at Kortu." The wolf raised an eyebrow, "I did not think the monks of Shorg were even allowed to look at females... and you know of Kortu?" The fat wolf lifted the hood from off his head saying, "I'm no monk I'm a cook, and as for Kortu... its not the place it used to be, now everyone has heard of its... reputation" the fat wolf walked to the kitchen arms full of herbs he had collected from the forest. Giad followed him in asking "Kortu's reputation is nothing short of the most outstanding school for the gifted in the mystical arts. Are you saying there's been a mishap at the temple?" the cook chuckled at the remark Giad had made, "and who they pray to at this... temple Did you say?" Giad looked puzzled "well Shorg... who else?" the monks un-hooded face turned into a sea of grimace "Shorg is not pleased by endless rape and violent torture! Alcohol and other unspeakable poisons course through the veins of the monsters there, I should know..." the cook started bashing the roots he had with a hammer sending strong smelling juices down the side of the wooden chopping board. "Your mistaken, my master believes that to unlock your true potential you must first have sex, but that's the only talk of anything like that there. And as for the drink well! You would be struck dumb if you were caught with any. I understand this place would make you a little paranoid of sex but to say endless rape? That's a quite harsh." The cook dropped the hammer and grabbed Giad's collar drawing him very close to his face "eight days ago... my daughter was kidnapped and thrown in that place... when she came out... she wasn't the same... they do things in there, horrible things. I beg you don't go..." the wolf growled as he looked over Giad's shoulder looking at Siraki who walked in saying nervously, "What's going on?" Giad looked around to see her standing in the doorway, her deep red fur turning the white robes she wore a slight pink. Brushing the fat wolfs hand off his body he walked to the hall and through the double doors into the snow, beckoning Siraki to him as he walked.