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Two main races are mentioned in this Story along with several others that remain currently unnamed or are described as the plot develops:

Alberin

Bipedal beings that keep a high resemblance to fennec foxes, with prominence to dark fur colors and long ears always resting over their shoulders. A little bit shorter than the average human; alberins have a very conservative culture of patriarchal nature. They are ruled by a total monarchy.

Shauv'n

Anthropomorphic felines from all sizes and colors(Cats, tigers, lynxes, etc). Shauv'n have a primitive taste for blood that other races have sucessfuly supressed with the dawn of civilization. They are ruled by a less monarchic government consisting in a High Council preceded by the king. Religion playing a mayor part in their polítics.

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INTRODUCTION

It's a medieval time with the land segregated by races, where each kind has its own government structure and moral manners.

Magic lies in the hands of a few blessed ones who can canalize their energy through mana crystals. Each one producing a different outcome depending on the stone's type and size.

While most races try to live in peace with each other, The Reign of Mavlin, home of the Shauv'n kind, has been trying to reclaim the North Patch. They claim this cape at the East of the Alberin territory to be the Holy Land promised by their prophet Numvius.

The truth is that the Patch is an strategic point for fleet deployment and the Shauv'n are eagerly looking forward to expand their domains. As tensión grew between the Alberin and the Shauv'n, a reunion was settled.

Diplomatics delegations from both parties met in neutral lands and, as soon as the debate started, they left the manners aside, heavily deteriorating thus the already tense relationship. While still unofficial, under the table, the war was coming and both races were quietly moving their military forces to the borders.

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CHAPTER 1: Hot and Cold

In the city of Vemiria, capital of the Alberin kingdom and home of King Caylas, Verik Lathan leaded a life of honor as a member of the Royal Guard. The twenty years old male got out of bed early that morning, getting ready for a meeting the king had called in the royal court. He got on a white shirt, covering the vanilla colored stripe that vertically crosses his body, beginning like a patch in his right eye, running down his cheek, and that contained between his nipples, it keeps going down until reaching his crotch, where it covers his ass and the bottom half of his tail. A long yawn opened his snout, while his equally long ears stretched sideways, following the movement of his arms. Rubbing his green eyes with soft, brown paws, he straightened his hair in front of the silver mirror. The pants followed the shirt, and soon the brass shoulder pads where being secured over the black armor. The royal blazon engraved in brass as well, in the middle of the chest piece. Having finished dressing, Verik left his comfy palace room and went to the court with a firm step, his dark red cape waving as he did. The fact that he held such a high position at his young age had to do with his close relationship to the king. Five years ago, his situation was extremely different...

When Verik was still a teen, he lived in a village in the border of the Alberin territory. His parents worked in the local inn, where they lived as a family. They didn't had much but at least they had each other; and that was all that mattered to them. There, Verik always had something to do. Be it cutting firewood with his father, or helping his mother skin the chickens for dinner; His hands were busy all day long. The best part of working at an inn was hearing every night the stories from travelers. Thanks to them, he could build a mental map of the world that was gradually filled with every exaggerated description people tend to give when asked to talk about their journeys. It was indeed a beautiful land. He dreamed with the time he could visit all those wonderful places that for now had to imagine.

Life was good. The smell of ale, the noisy nights, and the calm mornings made every day worth the effort.

Yes, it was good... until one day a group of Wolf mercenaries came to town. They were entrusted to kill a runaway lieutenant hiding in there. The problem lies in that the contract said nothing about collateral damage, so the wolves decided to block the doors from the outside and BURN the place down with everyone inside it. They threw a couple of torches over the roof, and then, simply retired to the forest, waiting for the flames to do their grimm job.

The wood and stone structure burned, covering the sky with a column of thick black smoke that didn't dissipate until the sun rised in the horizon.

Verik was the only survivor. His father had hid him, against his will, in the small mud oven of the kitchen and locked it down. He listened with anguish, to the desperate screams and coughs the four hours the fire lasted, constantly pleading to his dad to open the door and let him be with them. But the door never opened. Two hours later the wolves returned to the place and beheaded the lieutenant to collect their reward. And for their surprise, heard the cries for help coming from the oven.

As soon as the door was opened, Verik tackled down the first wolf he saw and started hitting him in the face. -You fucking murderer! How could you?! HOW COULD YOU!? -His act of bravery lasted like fifteen seconds until the target of his rage grabbed and pinned him down to the rock floor. His face changing from that of an angry avenger to a frightened puppy, ears flattened and all, completing the pitiful scene.

-Can you believe this kid? -The black wolf said looking to his buddies forming a circle around the boy. -Let's teach him some respect! - And without time for him to even scream, the whole gang started beating him up until he lost consciousness. The last image his eyes reached to see before blacking out, was that of his parents laying on the floor beneath the oven, hugging. Their bodies covered in black soot as almost everything else inside the place.

-You know what? I think we could make some easy money with him, just look at his fur! Smooth like silk!- The black one said pulling his shirt up, and sliding the soft an thick chest fur between his fingers.

• Yeah, I know right where to take him!- the brown one said.

• But first, we must complete a formality...- he continued, and a wicked grin formed in everyones lips, as they looked eachother, nodding in mutual agreement.

And with that they tied him up and secured a rope around his muzzle.

The mercenaries took him to the local smithy, where they forced the blacksmith to make a slave brand, and then, pressed the red hot metal on Verik's pubis. He woke up screaming, but the sound was barely hearable because of his tied muzzle. Tears runned down his cheeks as the disgusting smell of burnt hair and skin filled his nostrils.

• Who told you to wake up?!- the brown wolf yelled at him and with a strong punch to the jaw, put him to sleep again.

After five days of being dragged by the wolves (as he couldn't walk after the "teaching" they gave him), they finally reached Fangast, their hometown located on the base of a cold snowy mountain; and then, sold him to a local "pleasure house" as a sexslave.

The sale wasn't much lucrative to the mercenaries. They had to sold him cheap because, after the beating, he couldn't even stand by himself. So the Madame would have to heal him before start making any profit. She wouldn't even have considered buying an injured slave if it wasn't for the fact that he was an Alberin.

In Alberin culture nudity was only reserved for the significant other and always in private places. The selling of ones body is forbidden and punished by law. And for that reason alberins don't slave their own kind. So having him would make her some good earnings.

Before the deal was closed the Madame made them strip him and inspected his body thoroughly, to his utter humiliation. He shuddered as that middle-aged, female hyena ran her paws around his naked body. Grabbing his butt, weighting his ballsack, and lifting his tail to have a better look at his asshole. Like he was some kind of second-hand furniture.

-Fine, I'll take him. Here is your money, as agreed. - She said and threw a bag of coins to the black one. At the same time 2 slaves placed a heavy iron collar on his neck, tied his hands behind his back and pushed him to a small cell, locking the door down, after having the collar properly chained to the wall. His new home.

After the mercenaries left he began sobbing, cursing at his fate. In less than a week he was left an orphan, heavily beaten and sold as a sexslave all by those fucking wolves. Unable to wipe the tears running down his face, Verik leaned over the hay pile that was his new bed. He was too weak to keep troubling his mind with those thoughts anymore, he had not eaten again since... since the night he lost everything; in fact, he still had the rope keeping his muzzle shut.

Shortly after Verik fell asleep.

A couple of hours later, the sound of a female slave carrying food in a tray awakened him. She untied his hands, handled him the tray and closed the cell again.

• Please, l-let me go.- He said with a weak voice, clutching the bars, trying not to fall from the pain.

-I'm sorry kid, if escape was an option... I wouldn't be here. - Reaching his face she softly cleaned the tears off his cheek with her thumb. That's when she noticed his raging boner. Seeing so many naked female slaves had turned him on. Specially the milky-brown one caressing his cheek so kindly.

• At least I can lighten your suffering.- She said with a smirk, looking both sides and taking hold of his shaft. Verik gasped.

She gave him a sickening slow handjob that had him over the edge for ten minutes; massaging his tip with her thumb as she patiently stroked his pulsing member, up and down all of his length. His moans bounced, echoing around the walls and his heart pounded hard in his chest as he trembled uncontrollably. He was ready. She massaged his balls and suddenly changed to a fast pace. In just a few seconds, his back arched, his muscles tensed and he came in three waves of the most pure orgasmic pleasure. With a sensual look she licked the cum on her fingers and then, left the room in silence. That night Verik slept like a baby.

The next day the barred door was opened at sunrise. They took him to another room where two female slaves washed him down, making sure to scrub hard over every bruise and wound he had, obtaining yells in reward. The water was ice-cold and he ended up all cramped. Writhing from the pain, he unwittingly peed himself. And for his surprise, blood came out.

That afternoon a Racoon doctor was called to see him. His diagnosis: A broken rib, both kidneys damaged and a small displacement of the fourth lumbar vertebra that was causing him troubles to walk. He bandaged Verik's body and gave his kidneys an excruciating massage in which the Alberin wouldn't stop yelling and cursing the doctor.

• It is for your own good, boy. We have to make sure all the blood is out of your kidneys or you could DIE. - the racoon explained while squeezing him.

-There's one thing left, though... -The doctor said, and without notice, gave a hard stomp over Verik's back, relocating his displaced vertebra. He fainted.

When finished, the racoon left the strict recommendation to the madame of allowing him to rest for a month.

Twenty eight days later...

The Madam showed up cheerful in Verik's cell.- I wasted a lot of time and money in you, alberin. But today you will start proving your worth.- The hyena said with a big grin.

• Your first customer has arrived just moments ago. He's anxious to meet you.

• HE!? A MALE!?

• Didn't you know boy? We only serve males here. Some come for our lovely girls, others are interested in some gay action. And there are those who are willing to pay a small fortune to take a straight, unwilling, Alberin-teen's first time. - Now nothing could vanish the grin from the hyena's face. Verik's expression of despair had just made her day.

• Remove his collar and take him to room 3!- She commanded to the two male slaves following her.

Besides his struggling, the two bulky rats easily managed to drag him across the walkway and into the bedroom.

After throwing him inside they locked the door from the outside and left. It was the only way out of that room, there was no window.

The room was luxurious. Carpets and velvet covered all the surfaces. And in the center. A big four-poster bed, with purple silk sheets, and an ottoman chair against it. All was covered in a dim light that came from a chandelier hanging of the high ceiling. And kept warm by the fireplace in the right wall. In other circumstances, he would had consider it cozzy.

His heartbeat went to the roof and shivers ran down his spine as he heard the door opening behind him. He turned back to face a big, black-furred, Shauv'n panther in a crimson robe. Immediately, he ran to the door but the panther closed it too fast, grinning at him as he hanged the key on his neck.

-You ain't going anywhere, lad. Not until i'm done with you.- the panther said in a deep voice as he let the robe fall on the floor, holding the belt in his hand.

Verik moved backwards all he could until he tripped with the ottoman. Lying on the floor, a gasp escaped his lips and his green eyes widened as they met with the massive cock pointing at his face. Just five steps away. Back on his feet, he looked in terror as the Shauv'n came closer, forcing him to press his back against the bottom wall.

• Please don't do this. -He begged in vain, lighting the flame in the sadist eyes of the panther. It took a lot of courage from him; but when the dark mass of muscle was about to reach him, with all his strength, Verik pushed the feline's chest away, and using the same hand ripped off the keychain on his neck. He made a quick run to the door, but because of the nerves he was having trouble aiming the lock. In just one long jump the panther crossed the entire room and landed his long, and sharp claws over Verik's upper arms and shoulders. They both fell to the carpeted floor. It took a moment for his body to register the pain; but when it did it was quite intense. As Verik was trashing, the panther kneeled over his lower back and tied his hands with the robe belt. Then, crossed both arms underneath Verik's chest and raised his torso pressing it against his.

  • I told you, green eyes. You're not going ANYWHERE. Wanna play hard? More fun for me.- He whispered to the Alberin's right ear and then bit hard on it. Almost piercing it.
  • Mmm, fluffy, soft and vulnerable. I like it.- He said purring and, as Verik moaned, he retrieved the key from his tied hands and resumed the nibbling on the right ear until it was all drenched in a mix of blood and slime.

The panther pulled hard from Verik's hair forcing him to stand. Unable to move his arms, he began throwing random kicks behind him, accomplishing nothing.

• Enough struggling!- the Shauv'n said and strongly kneed both of his legs from behind, rendering him temporarily paralytic. Next, he slammed Verik's body high against the wall, where he kept him, holding him tight from his neck.

The panther took a deep breath next to Verik's crotch. - Hmm, I love the scent emanating from your cock. It smells of fear. There's not a single trace of lust in it. So it was true; You're straight.- And an evil smile formed in his lips as he stroked Verik's soft chest fur, slowly sliding his fingers down his abdomen till he reached his sheet. He took a moment to feel his little, fluffy balls, playing with them in his hand. Purring, he lifted his head to look directly at the alberin's emerald eyes, while giving his own cock a few strokes.

• THIS is how it should smell. - the feline said as he pressed his paw against the alberin's muzzle, making sure he inhaled all of his strong stench.

• Ungh. You sick bastard!- Tilting his head in disgust, Verik managed to say with the little air that the hard grip of the panther allowed into his lungs.

• Still fighting?- the feline asked and threw one, two, three fast blows to the alberin's stomach; and dropped him to the floor. Given that his legs were asleep and his hands tied behind his back, Verik landed on his face. He was breathless, with blank eyes wide open, as was his now blood-soaked snout. His body just had too much.

He showed no resistance while the panther placed him over the bed in a 90 degrees position, with his knees resting over the carpeted floor, and then lifted his tail. The pain in his injured shoulders, ear, and snout had defeated his will to fight back. Verik started sobbing as he knew what was coming next.

The hot and horny meat-pole was poking at his rear, teasing him ruthlessly. Rubbing between his asscheeks.

-Looks tight, why don't I loosen it up a bit?- the panther said and licked one of his thick index fingers to brutally shove it up his ass, right after. A long howl came of Verik's mouth as the finger spinned inside him.

• Oh Goood! Stop spinning it! It HUUURTS!- he demanded, his body spasming at the sudden intrusion.

• No need to call me god, Lucius is just fine- the panther said mockingly.

• Besides, I'm looking for something... Oh, wait! I think I found it! Its here isn't it, green eyes?- the feline inquired rubbing with the tip of his finger an specific spot in the alberin's insides. Waiting to see his reaction to the stimulus.

Verik blushed as the tingling sensation hardened his cock. He buried his face in the bed covers, trying to hide his soft moans.

Lucius slid a hand under Verik's crotch and felt his dick coming out of its sheet. He gave it a few strokes.

-Well, well, lets see how straight you really are.- the panther said and shoved his massive cock inside the alberin's little asshole.

-STOOOP! YOU'RE GONNA TEAR IT! - Verik pleaded, unsuccessfully.

-You think THAT'S PAINFUL? Let me give you some perspective.- Lucius said and ran his left hand claws against one of Verik's ass cheeks, leaving deep red furrows on his brown fur, as they passed. He screamed with a high pitch,his gluteus deliciously squeezing Lucius cock as his back arched, forcing his belly against the bed.

-WHY!? WHY YOU KEEP HURTING ME!?- Verik shouted, as he looked back in pure hate and indignation to the panther. Fresh tears running down his cheeks.

• WHY? Isn't it obvious? Because I CAN. - The panther said purring with self satisfaction.

• Now, beg me to fuck you harder.- He commanded.

• Harder!? My ass is fucking bleeding, YOU MONSTER!- The last emphasis caused by the panther blowing at his fresh wound, just to keep the pain flowing.

Without saying a word Lucius, smiling viciously, scratched Verik's other buttock. Waiting amused, to see his reaction. The alberin shrieked and his face contorted in a grimace of pain. He laid for a few seconds sobbing with his face buried against the sheets. Lucius leaned forward over Verik's back, with both hands at his sides, his breathing waving the alberin's neck hair. Verik took a deep breath, tilting his head to a side.

• Ff..fuck me... ha..harder.- He mumbled with a broken voice, and an equally broken spirit.

• What, boy!? I can't hear you!- the panther said and slapped his hurt ass.

-Oww! PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER!- He shouted as loud as he could. His body trembling.

-GOOD BOY!- Lucius whispered to his ear and resumed the thrusting, vigorously.

An hour later...

The, back then, Prince Caylas of Vemiria showed up at the pleasure house to celebrate his recent 18 birthday with one of the madam's famous girls, or maybe... with her whole harem.

When he was deciding if he was going to start with the lovely kathy (a skinny brunette leopard with small breast) or jump right to Amanda (the redheaded tigress with a generous rack), an injured male alberin came out of one the back rooms, escorted by two muscular rats. He was having problems to walk, supporting his body against the walls, trying not to fall while the rats pushed him forward. Dry blood just everywhere over him, in his snout, shoulders, ears, even between his legs. And an awful spectacle of cum-drenched fur covered his chest, abdomen, and lower back. However, his mouth never tasted it, he never gave the panther that last pleasure. Even when Lucius started punching his balls, he threw up but never sucked his filthy, rapist cock.

The sight made Caylas sick. The boy was only a few years younger than himself.

-WHAT IS THIS!? The prince shouted to the hyena while pointing at Verik.

• How you dare having an alberin SEXSLAVE! After all the years my family have come to this place. You know well our culture.- he protested.

• I want to buy his freedom, IMMEDIATELY!- Furiously, the prince demanded.

-It's not my intention to offend you, but I'm afraid he is not for sale, your majesty. I paid him too much and I expect a good profit out of him. - the hyena replied.

• Save the bullshit, I'll give you twice the amount you paid for him.- he stated.

• Thrice and he is yours.- she said smiling.

-Thrice and tonight girls are on the house. And better be that I don't find you with alberin slaves again.- Caylas dribbled.

• Deal. I'll send him to your carriage after my girls finish cleaning him. In the meanwhile, accept my apologies and enjoy your stay.- the madam said and left with a reverence.

The prince retired to one of the rooms. He took both girls.

Verik couldn't believe what he was seeing, was that the prince? He only had seen him in an outdated portrait of the royal family they had on the town's church. He wasn't able to hear the conversation because the rats hold him still. But he clearly saw him pointing at their direction. - God, please tell me he is not another pervert rapist- he mumbled to himself. The rats dragged him to the washroom where the madam was awaiting for him.

-You're a lucky bastard! The prince himself has just paid for your freedom. Its a shame I don't get to keep you, you would have been a rare gem to offer to my most sadist clients. Damn alberins and their moral! Heh, at least I got to get you started in the profession!- she winked at him.

Verik stood in complete silence, looking with hatred at that awful being, while the slaves washed the blood and cum out of him. Again, they gave his wounds a deep and thoroughly brushing. It seems like they enjoyed seeing him writhing in pain. Heartless; all of them. Well, except maybe that sexy slave that visited him some weeks before. She was kind.

After two hours, Caylas left the room happy and satisfied. He got in his carriage and was received by his servant and the recently freed slave who was now wearing some clothes the servant had lend him.

• Tell me boy, how did you end up here?- Caylas broke the ice.

Verik told him his whole story.

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• Damn mercenaries! For now, you will work with the palace staff until I find you a more useful position. I payed a lot for your freedom, I hope you prove worthy.- The prince spoke.

• Thank you, your highness, my life is yours and I shall not disappoint you. - Verik said with a reverence.

• Oh, and I'm really sorry for your clothes.- he said looking at the servant while holding one of his still bleeding shoulders that had stained the shirt.

• Don't worry, I'll get him new ones, and a doctor for you when we get back to Vemiria, now rest. You've gone through a lot.- The prince replied.

Verik made the whole trip lying on his side on the floor. Sitting was just unbearable, after what the panther had made to his butt.

-Lucius. - he wouldn't forget that name.

For the next three years Verik worked in the palace as a servant. The prince visited him frequently. They chatted and fooled around, while there were no judgy eyes condemning them for not respecting the subordination of their contrasting social classes, especially those of his father. Caylas treated him like a younger brother. When Verik was 18, Caylas father died mysteriously poisoned. That year, the now king made him part of the royal guard, where Verik learned to fight and behave in high society. Every winter since the fire he travels to his hometown and leaves a flower on his parents tombs.

He was the most sober alberin in all Vemiria. He couldn't even stand being in a tavern. The smell of ale, it just made him too sad.

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CHAPTER TWO: Parallel Lines

• With such a background it was no surprise that when the king needed someone to carry a letter, with instructions for a secret informant hiding beyond the Shauv'n frontier, Verik was the first one to volunteer. The path was supposed to be empty but the mission was risky nonetheless. He had to part that same night, alone. To ensure the letter was not to be read by the enemy eyes it needed a keyword to be deciphered, which the king himself whispered at Verik's ears. They were the only ones who knew it.

• Be careful, Lathan- Caylas said resting a hand over Verik's left shoulder. He was one, if not the only true friend the king had inside the court. Everyone else just tried to gain his favor for their own benefit. Especially his advisors, inherited from his father. So having him go away didn't quite pleased him. But he knew the other old knights from the guard would never risk their skin outside the castle. And slaying his whole guard corps would probably have a negative effect on the opinion the people had of him.

• I will, your majesty. I appreciate your concern.- and with that said Verik bowed and went packing to leave.

After four hours of travelling through the woods, Verik finally reached a clearing with a bridge on its end. Under it a flowing river that delimited the frontier between the reign of Mavlin and the nomad lands. A long time unused military road. He took a deep breath admiring the big black mountains in the background and moved forward. The clock was ticking, in three days the armies would inevitably met and the war would be declared. The informant he had to reach was an erudite in theology and was there retrieving information to disprove the weak Shauv'n argument on the legitimacy of their rights to the North Patch. That would help Caylas to gather allies between the neutral races. But they just had three days. No kind would interfere in a declared war. It was pressuring his adversary what interested Caylas. -If you come to steal my land with false pretenses, you'll have to deal with my friends too.- A simple but effective tactic. And now the success of it depends on Verik.

The night was stormy over the high stone bridge. The splashing of thick raindrops over his black cape and brass shoulder pads was the only sound he could hear; occasionally followed by a thunder hitting the ground in the horizon.

• Slowly, Verik started crossing the bridge. When he was halfway through, a slender shadow jumped from a tree in the other side of the path.

It started coming towards him. A tall, Purple-Hooded, slim figure and a pair of glowing blue eyes were all he reached to see in the dark of the night. When they were 12 feet away from each other, the flash of a lighting revealed the face of the female lynx standing in front of him.

• You shouldn't be here, Alberin. This path is restricted to Shauv'n Army. But I think you already knew that. - The lynx said slowly approaching him with a hand placed over her sword handle.

He spared the fake argument, and drew his sword right way. That path was supposed to be empty, long time ago. Someone in the king court had sold him out.

• Get out of my way! I don't want to hurt you! - Verik shouted holding his sword horizontally next to his head, the tip pointing at her menacingly.

• Sorry, no can do. Surrender peacefully, cooperate, and no harm will be done to you!- She replied already taking a fighting stance.

-So be it!- He said and ran at her encounter.

The sharp sound of swords clanging, the swings, and the heavy breathing. It seemed like time went slow, yet it happened so fast. Now they both were sword against sword over their shoulders. Her sapphire eyes fixed in his, almost like she could see into his perturbed soul.

• You know, it surprises me that with such long ears you don't wear a helmet- the lynx pointed out, and with a quick drawback she made a cut an inch deep into his right ear.

Verik shrieked and instinctively shielded his hurt ear, receding. Then, in an outburst of anger, he began throwing blow after blow, each stronger than the last. Until he finally disarmed her, her sword falling to the wet stone floor along with her as he shoved her down.

Something kept him from killing her, he just didn't wanted to see the light in those pretty eyes fade away.

• Tell me who told you where to find me and I'll spare your life.- Verik said in a very serious voice, his sword lifting her chin. She remained silent as the rain hit her face. Just looking at him, puzzled, trying to figure him out.

• Answer to me!- He demanded. But still not a single word came out of her. She just layed there, stabbing him with those pleading eyes.

• Dammit! You leave me no choice...- he said grimly, and raised his sword. Just what she was waiting for. As soon as the sword left her chin, she pulled a small green crystal from under her cape and, in the flick of an eye, she was gone.

• Oh fuck, you got...

-MAGIC. - Her voice whispered behind him as she kicked him hard on his lower back, making Verik fall to the ground and drop his sword. He quickly turned on his back and was reaching out for his sword when she stabbed him in the chest(now literally), directly under his right shoulder, with her own.

• Gahhh! Fuuuck!- he exclaimed as she lightly twisted it inside his fresh wound.

She secured his other arm with her foot and kneeled over him, using the stabbed sword as a club.

• Sorry, I can't risk you escaping. If you had surrendered, I could've gone easy on you. Now, things are gonna get ugly. - she said taking a red crystal from a leather holster and then, pressing it over Verik's forehead. Her eyes shining with a reddish aura as she did. He fainted immediately.

Still over him, she grabbed the emerald crystal and they banished from the stone bridge to reappear with a green flash in front of a crystal engraved pillar, inside a room with thick stone walls and a high ceiling. Two guards were waiting for her arrival.

• Search him and tie him down for interrogation.- She commanded while taking her cape off, her pointy ears flicking.

They quickly found the concealed letter as they stripped his armor off. One of the guards handed it to her, and then both dragged him between two thick wooden posts supported over a scaffold. They tied him spread eagled and later, left the room under her command.

• Hm, nice fur...and body.- she said, circling around him. He still being unconscious and now only on his underwear.

Moments later, Verik woke up to find himself stretched above the floor, unable to move.

• Oh crap, I'm naked!?... They must have found the letter.- he realised, shocked.

He took a look at his surroundings. - Stone walls, stone floor, high ceiling, iron door, strong wind current, the moonlight coming from a window I can't see. Shit, I'm on a tower! But theres not a single building at least 10 km away from the bridge. How did they got me here so fast.- he thought.

• Well, well, well. You finally woke up- the lynx said approaching from behind him.

• How did you know I was going to be on that bridge!? Who set me up!?- he inquired pulling from his restraints, trying to turn and face her.

• Shhh, shhh... I make the questions here.

• We found an unintelligible letter in your possession. Now, you look like a nice guy. Be a smart one too. Save yourself the suffering and tell me the keyword to unravel its message. - she continued while sliding her hands over his shoulders.

• Go to hell!- he answered with contempt.

• Oh! that's right where I'm taking you!- she said and flicked her sharp cat-tongue inside Verik's right ear wound. Shivers went down his spine as he clenched his teeth.

• Mmm, low fat. - she purred licking the dripping blood while stroking his hair.

• I wonder what else in you will be so... tasty. I don't usually have such a sexy alberin to have fun with.

• W-What!?- Verik spoke, nervous.

• We WILL get that keyword from you. But first, I'm going to enjoy your body before it ends up a wreck.- she whispered to him, softly biting the side of his neck. Her arms gently wrapping around his stomach.

The lynx then walked forward, entering his field of vision. And slowly took off her shirt, giving a small turn around for him to admire her breasts. Then, tossed it to a nearby table. Her nipples erect in the cold breeze. They weren't the only thing erect in the room.

• Hm, I'm flattered. The tent rising between your legs tells me that you are happy to see me.- she smiled and licked her lips.

Verik looked away, blushing. Damn! She had a nice pair of tits. Firm, puffy nipples, not too small, not too big, just perfect.

Approaching the table she opened a drawer from where she took a sharp dagger. By this moment Verik's heart beat increased exponentially by the second. Going back behind him she began rubbing his crotch as she pressed the sharp object against the cloth covering his manhood. Lust and fear invaded his thoughts as she kept stimulating his member.

• I think you're ready.- she said and slipped her free hand inside his undies, stretching them. The other followed it next, the blade pointing down. He could feel the cold steel pressed against his throbbing shaft and soft balls. She had already slip back her free hand and was now rubbing his left pect. He was paralized.

Next, the dagger twisted inside his underwear and with a quick pull to the front, tore it apart. She dropped the cloth to the floor and squeezed his firm butt. The dagger returned to the table and she, now focused on his cock.

• Christmas came earlier this year!- she said kneeling in front of his crotch. Verik still blushing, his body trembling in expectation.

• Hmm, a royal guard and a slave? How uncanny!- the female said, feeling his brand.

• I'm not a slave!

• No, you are a prisoner...- she said smiling.

The lynx soft paws wrapped around Verik's penis, one sliding down to take hold of his fluffy ballsack. And then he felt her tongue, that same cat-tongue that caused him so much discomfort in his wound was now giving him an undescriptible pleasure. She worked down his shaft sucking, licking, kissing. Sometimes all together, if thats even possible. Her right hand following the movements of her mouth while the left one caressed his orbs, gently massaging them.

At first he tried to suppress his moanings, but as time passed, he surrendered to the pleasure and just enjoyed the moment while it lasted.

She pulled his shaft up against his belly and was now slurping his testicles, one at a time. The vacuum was driving him crazy. Then, she moved to his tip and began sliding her tongue into his peehole, stretching it. It merely entered a few millimeters but the effect was intense, making Verik moan even louder. And in the while, she enjoyed greatly squeezing his butt.

Her tongue circled his cock head a few times before his body spasmed and he came, shooting four threads of white hot semen into her mouth. Which she savoured before gulping it. And then finished cleaning his cock, making him tremble as it had become very sensitive after the orgasm.

Verik just laid there, limp and panting. His eyes half closed as his head hung between his shoulders. Staring at those blue eyes that were fixed in his as she removed the last vestiges of cum from his member.

• Mmm.. the flavour is so strong, and the sounds you make... I could get addicted to all of it! - she said standing, winking at him.

• Then untie me and lets get a room!- he sarcastically replied.

• Ha, nice try! - she said putting her shirt back on and returning to face him.

• Now, its your last chance. Tell me the password to the letter. I sent the guards to get the inquisitor. He will be here at any second. And won't be as kind as I am. - she said in a serious tone.

Verik wouldn't give away his information. They would know he had failed tomorrow night, when he did not showed up to report before the king. And Caylas would probably trade him for a Shauv'n prisoner. And if he talk, he would be signing the death sentence of the informant. So he had to endure the interrogatory for two whole more days. And he would walk away from this with his honor intact. Probably, the only thing intact.

-I can't.- he simply said with a worried look.

• So stubborn, such a shame.- she replied, sighing in disappointment with her hand caressing his cheek.

A thunder rumbled in the background and the smell of wet soil flooded the room. The storm had finally reached Thedran, capital of Mavlin.

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CHAPTER THREE: Poor whom who gets poured.

Moments later, the inquisitor entered the room.

• Lady Katlyn, I see your little trip to the border has been a success. Congratulations, I think we could use your abilities more often in the future! - the deep voice said from the frame of the door.

• Lady Katlyn? She is a noble and a mage? - Verik thought while trying to see the male figure in the dim light.

• Thanks for giving me the opportunity, lord inquisitor. It will be a pleasure to go on a mission again. Now, if its not a problem, I would like to bring another mage to assist you. I don't want to stay to this part again, not with this one.-

• Katlyn, you are already here and you know how important time is with the war coming. And 'not with this one'? What's that about? You don't want to disappoint me AND your father.- he remarked.

• No, Lord Inquisitor, I don't... I will stay.- she replied, submissive.

• Now lets see that guard you captured- Lucius said, approaching the prisoner.

• Wait a minute... Green eyes? Is that you?! Hahaha, how small the world is!- the black panther said laughing.

Verik was speechless. From all the Shauv'n in Mavlin it had to be THIS ONE whom he has to endure for the next two days?

• You know him?- Katlyn asked surprised.

• Last time I saw him, he was a sexslave in the wolves land. A very expensive and unique one, I must say. I enjoyed greatly fucking him.

• He is GAY?

• No, that was the best part!- he said grinning.

• Grrr, LUCIUUUS! I was FIFTEEN, you fucking RAPIST!- Verik growled at him, pulling hard from his restraints, only damaging more his wrists and ankles.

• Oh, I see he hasn't lost his defiant attitude. And you got him hard already! Perfect!- Lucius exclaimed taking a cock ring from his pocket (Yes he was so kinky he kept that in his pocket), and placing it tightly on Verik's dick.

• That should keep him up during the whole interrogatory.- he said pinching his tip. Verik gasped, fearing what he would do to his tender flesh, so exposed as it was.

While Katlyn took a seat near the table, away from the upcoming violence, Lucius placed himself behind the alberin's back (his favourite place to be).

• It seems Katlyn here, has already given me a start point. -The panther said, placing his paw over the wound on Verik's chest.

• Lets begin with something simple. Tell me your name.- he commanded.

• You didn't ask nicely.- the alberin replied, mockingly.

• Oh you feel funny? Well, lets see if THIS makes you LAUGH!- Lucius said and dug his claws deep on his wound. Blood oozing profusely from it as they went further into his flesh.

• AAAHHH, FUCK! OK, OK! STOOOP!- Verik pleaded, shaking his head desperately.

• I listen...

• V-Verik, m-my name is Verik... Lathan.- he finally answered with watery eyes.

• See, it wasn't that hard.- he said and smacked his ass.

• Now, where were you taking this letter, with whom did you have to meet?

Verik just remained in silence.

Lucius then ran his claws very slowly over the other side of his chest. The one that was still unharmed. Dragging them diagonally down crossing near his left niple, over his sternon and ending on his right side ribs, just under the right nipple. The once clear and soft chest fur was now all sticky and drenched in blood. Four long and deep red furrows crossing it.

Verik screamed, cried, trashed, begged him to stop. All was ignored by the panther who kept his work methodically. Looking either at Verik's chest, either to his face to confirm he was administering the desired amount of pain. Tearing the flesh as slowly as he could.

• That was just the warming up, green eyes. Anything you wanna say?- Lucius asked, walking forward and resting a hand over Verik's shoulder.

The alberin was still sobbing, his chest burned like if hot lava was coming out of it. Still he wouldn't give away his information. He just couldn't let a man die because of his weakness.

Katlyn was holding her head between her hands with the shoulders supporting on her thighs. Trying to stand Verik's screams with all her inner strength as Lucius slowly shred him. He really had gotten into her. Since the first time she saw him in that shiny armor and with that cocky attitude she felt like kissing him. And now he was being brutally tortured in her presence. Angst filled her chest and throat.

Impatient, the panther tightened his grip on Verik's shoulder. - Any last words? - he asked mockingly.

The alberin raised his head a bit to look at him in the eyes with a sad expression and a trembling lower lip. He shook it two times and dropped it again. Knowing pleading for mercy was useless.

• Good, let's step up the game then. - he said approaching the table next to the mage.

From it he took a medium grit sandpaper and a bottle of oil. He poured the oil over Verik's erect penis and rolled the abrasive around it, gripping it tight. Verik's pulse suddenly raised. Probably not as much as the bulge on the pants of the panther.

• Come on, admit your defeat. Give me the information and save your skin.- the panther whispered next to his face, his breathing heating the alberin's cheek.

Verik's conviction started to fade. Was this mission worth THIS kind of sacrifice? His manhood gruesomely abraded away? He looked at the bulge in the panther's crotch and back to his sadistic eyes and could read through his thoughts.

• You're gonna do this anyways, regardless of what I tell you. Ain't you?!- Verik asked him indignated.

  • YES.- Lucius answered smiling. Simultaneously increasing the pressure of his grip. Verik gulped at the feeling of that rough surface digging into his flesh.

The alberin prepared his body for what was coming, closed his eyes and tilted the head away from that monster.

And so it began, a slow paced stroke that was accompanied by a twisting movement. Every grain leaving its own vein on Verik's most sensitive skin. His squeals varied in volume and pitch as his manhood was gruesomly sanded down. After a minute of "jacking off" Verik, Lucius made a halt to admire his work. He crouched down and smelled his cock.

• Hmm, no fear, no lust. Just... pain.- he said and gave it a quick lick, making Verik scream.

• I'm amazed at how committed you are to your mission. What fun it will be when I finally break you, and you realize all your suffering was in vain!

• FUCK YOU!- Verik shouted in hatred, and then spitted at his face, crying.

Lucius calmly cleaned his face with a silk cloth and proceeded to hold Verik's nuts in his right palm, looking at him with angry eyes. He then closed his fist and dug his claws, piercing the alberin's scrotum and spiking his tender orbs as they were being compressed.

Verik screamed his lungs off until he finally fainted from the pain, the exhaustion, and the blood lost. His body hung limp between the wooden posts.

• Katlyn dear, come and do your job. We don't want him to bleed to death during the night, don't we? - he said licking the warm blood from his claws with pleasure.

• Right away, Lord Inquisitor.- she replied trying to hide the sadness in her voice.

Taking a red crystal from her pouch she began softly rubbing it on Verik's wounds. And in a matter of seconds his chest was healed, although the dry blood stains remained. She was reaching his cock when Lucius stopped her.

• Not there. - he said.

• I got better plans for it.

He went to the table and came back with a glass bottle, full of a transparent liquid. He removed the cap and poured a small amount of it over the alberin's damaged penis. The alcohol brought him back to consciousness immediately. And with it, came a new wave of pain that forced a hoarse howl out of him. His vocal chords severely damaged from his prolonged screaming.

• You don't want to get an infection in there. Don't worry, we will make sure that never happens!- lucius said, shaking the bottle in front of him.

Verik simply sobbed, and observed astonished his chest that was now completely healed.

• How...?- his weak voice asked.

• Katlyn here can heal all unscarred wounds. You know what that means, right? I can torture you as hardly as I want, and the next day start from zero again. All those little nerves will be waiting for new stimulation!- Lucius explained to him, exalted.

• Well, it has been enough for today. Guard, come here! Pour this over his cock every hour. That will give him something to think until tomorrow.

Verik groaned, tired of the abuse to his manhood. Satisfied with his work, Lucius left the room to take care of his own aching boner. Pitying him, Katlyn at least healed his pierced nuts, easing the sickening pain that crawled up to his stomach. And smeared the crystal on his throat as well.

• I don't understand. You stabbed me and brought me here for this sadist to break me. Yet you gave me a blowjob and now you're easing my pain. WHY?- Verik asked confused.

• It was my mission to capture an alberin guard and bring him for interrogation. Nothing personal. And for the rest, well I...- she said, looking away, blushed. And suddenly gave him a passionate kiss, with her hands resting on his chest.

-... I let it became too personal.- she finished her sentence with a thread of slime connecting their mouths. Verik looked at her astonished and blushing heavily too.

-Oooww! Now it got even harder! - he protested, looking at his swollen cock.

• I'm really sorry. For everything. Please, give him what he wants. He will not stop until he gets it.- she said with her head lowered and turning to the door.

• If you really care about me... then help me escape. - Verik stated.

• The inquisitor can do to me as he did to you, if he finds out I let you go. Also, my father is part of the High Council, and he can do WORSE if I dare staining the family honor.- Katlyn explained.

• Set me free and I will take you to Vemiria. There, I can get you protection coming from the king himself. - he looked at her so sharply, she could tell he wasn't bluffing.

• I don't know, I... Wait a second! Is that PRE oozing out of your dick?- Katlyn interrupted herself, pointing out with a face of disbelief.

• Emm...Ummm, I-I have no idea of what you're talking about!- Verik said, blushing and breaking the eye contact.

• Could it be...? - She arched an eyebrow, left the phrase unfinished and kneeled between his legs.

• No, what are you doing?! Dont touch me in there! AH, UNGH, STOOOP!

She licked his lacerated shaft three times, using long strokes that spanned his entire length. When she was enveloping his tip in a fourth stroke, his testicles tensed and, between screams of agony, he came, shooting his seed onto her neck and cleavage.

• Just as I thought... A masochist.- she said inspecting the pink semen on her shirt with admiration. Smearing it between her fingers.

Katlyn toweled her shirt off, kissed him in the cheek and reached the door in silence.

• I will consider your offer.- she said before disappearing from his sight.

Verik didn't knew this of himself and the whole scene took him by surprise. Was he a masochist? Her tongue hurt him so much. Yet, the idea of a female manipulating his manhood against his will and pushing his senses to the limit, turned him on in excess. Her gentle touch making the pleasure fuse with the pain in an overwhelming mixture that made his whole body tremble. The result: the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.

Once in her room Katlyn giggled. The more she discovered about him, the more she wanted to make him hers. That night, in bed, she slid her fingers within her wet panties, and with soft moans, she surrendered to pleasure, smelling the shirt still stained with his seed, as she climaxed.

That night Verik did not slept at all. Not because his newfound kinkyness had his mind busy. Or because he were worried about what Lucius may do to him tomorrow. Not even the uncertainty of knowing if he was going to be rescued or not. No, he was really tired for any of this thoughts. What kept him awake was THAT FUCKING GUARD pouring alcohol over his hurt penis. And so the sun appeared in the horizon while he faded in and out of consciousness.

• Nooo, not again!- Verik exclaimed, almost powerless, at the sight of the guard entering the room for the sixth time.

• Tell me the keyword.

*Silence*

• Fine, then its time to water the plants again! -He proceeded to pour once more the alcohol over his swollen shaft.

• NNNGAAAH!- Verik shrieked, throwing his head back. The rising sun heating his forehead.

• One more day. I have to endure one. More. Day. - he thought and closed his eyes.

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