Unexpected Passion

By Drakesblood

Chapter One

The dull thumping of rain striking the overhanging rock, mingled with sound of trickling of water had permutated the air around a lone charr and raven. Basinti Umbracharm loved the rain, the way it cooled her down after a long march, the way it washed her thoughts away with the sweat and grime, and the musical sounds it makes when striking metal and stone alike. But at this particular moment she loathed the rain, especially rain in this region of the Ascalon. The rain itself was dirty with soot from the fire and volcanic activity of the region. The rain also made tracking much harder, washing out tracks and smells. She stuck a clawed hand out to catch a few drops of sooty water only to wipe it on her pants in disgust. Eggar, her playful pet raven, sat on her shoulder, occasionally pecking at her ear chain and studs.

"Enough Eggar! You have enough shinny crap to make a skritt jealous. Keep it up and I will clamp your beak down with that chain." Basinti said in a stern but mocking tone.

"Where's the beef?" replied Eggar as he cocked his head to the side staring at Basinti's ration pouch.

"Now you're hungry, hun? Well, I guess since we're waiting might as well get some food in us." she said in a her mocking tone while undoing the lace to her ration pouch.

Inside the pouch was a few dried strips of beef jerky and dehydrated venison, enough to last three days. As she poured a few strips out onto her paw Eggar swooped down from her shoulder and snagged the largest piece.

"Hey, you don't just take the biggest piece because you feel like it. Give it back you greedy little bird." said Basinti as she held out her meat covered paw.

Eggar looked at Basinti from his new perch and started to swallow the whole strip of meat.

"Oh no you don't!" she growled, lunging toward the bird.

The bird easily evaded her lunge and flapped to the other side of the overhang and finished eating the strip of meat in a few gulps.

"Fine! I am not sharing anymore with you since you had more than two days worth of food." she exclaimed as she picked out her evenings rations from the leather pouch.

Once the rations where stowed away and secured, she turned to look out into the wet smoldering haze that was the planes of Fireheart Rise. Fireheart Rise was basically home to the Flame Legion, an all male group of charr that suppress females into nothing more than slaves and for breeding with their flame magic from a false god. If there was one thing Basinti loved more than rain, it was watching the shock of surprise when she runs one of the misogynist jerks through with her "Clawtip". So of course she volunteered to do a scouting mission in Flame territory, she just had to join up with a fellow tracker and stealth master. This rocky outcropping is the rendezvous point for her to meet her partner and get to tracking some Flame Legion scum in the area. Though her partner was running late for their meeting, four hours late to precise. This was one of three things that Basinti hated the most; being late.

As Basinti was about to get up and start her scouting duties without her partner, Eggar spoke. "Footfall" and then flapped to her shoulder and stared out into the haze. Basinti quickly fell back as far as she could in the outcropping, drawing her bow and stringing it with one action. After a moment of silence and falling rain she heard the footsteps. Her lower ears could pick up the low thud of muffled footpads on wet ground. Something was trying to be silent but was having a hard time with the wet ground and mud. Slowly Basinti pulled out an arrow and knocks it ready to kill whoever was coming. Suddenly the footsteps stop near her hiding place. Then a sharp crow caw is sounded in three rapid successions, a signal. Basinti considers if she should respond or ignore and wait if they enter. The three caws are sounded again and this time she responds with the two caw response. Soon after a hidden presence enters the little overhang, and in an instant a large male charr appears completely soaked from the rain.

The second thing Basinti hated the most where males, mostly having to deal with misogynist males who think there better than anyone, especially female charr. If this was to be her partner she was about to make his life a living hell for making her wait under a rock for four hours and for being an unwanted male.

"You're late." growled Basinti to the drenched charr.

"And you're female, don't tell me your my partner for this tracking mission. I hate stuck up females that boss others around." replied the wet charr.

She had enough of the banter and fired an arrow between the feet of her partner. He jumped back drawing a pistol hidden from view and pointed it at Basinti.

"Try that again and you're going to be breathing out of a second maw." sneered the male charr.

"To bad, the next shot would be placed right though your skull." replied Basinti with a tinge of venom.

After a tense standoff, the wet charr put's his pistol away and sits down on the rock that Basinti was sitting on not too long ago. Her male charr partner for this mission was built much slender in body then most males and with what appears to be a two tone fur of orange and gray. His armor was of tight dark leather and well oiled, which made almost no sound at all as he moved about. At his side is two daggers and a pistol each, all within easy paw reach if needed.

" I have the half the mind to report you for being late to a rendezvous." said Basinti through gritted teeth.

"That any way to greet a fellow Ash Legion charr? I got kind of lost on the way here with all this rain." the rain soaked charr responded.

"That's still no reason to arrive a whole four hours late. When we get back I will see that you get three weeks of latrine duty." she replied in a curt manner, still with her bow out and pointing at the charr.

"Why don't you put that bow down and go drown yourself out in the rain, there's no point in tracking in this weather unless you want to get ambushed." said male as he pulls out a smokeless heater from a hidden pack.

Basinti has dealt with these type of males before, they love to act aloof and catch females off guard. The best way is to play into their little game and make them think they are getting what they want, then hit them where it hurts, right in the coin sack. Putting down her bow and unstringing it, she pushes a small rock by the smokeless heater.

"You have a name? Or should I call you tardy-cat for being so late." spoke Basinti as she looked at the now glowing heater.

Eggar repeated the word "Tardy-cat" three times in a sing song voice before he was silenced by Basinti.

"Names Romulas, Romulas Deftclaw of the Gray Claw Warband. And what's your name 'I-Got-A-Stick-Jammed-Up-My-Tail-Hole'?" Romulas said with a slight chuckle.

"It's Basinti Umbercharm, and there is no stick that can penetrate my hard ass. Trust me I tried." she responded with a slight grin.

Romulas looked at her with an unamused look with a cocked eye brow and then a short shrug. Basinti saw this and figured this might be a bit harder to get at this charr. Normally males responded a bit differently to such comment; this one either feinted real well or genuinely was not interested. So she changed tack, and offer a bet to Romulas.

"How about a friendly bet then, five gold to the charr that kills the most Flame in the first patrol. Deal?" said Basinti as she dropped a small pouch of coins on the floor.

"Make it ten and you got yourself a deal. I hope you're not too fond of your coins. Because you're going to lose them all." he responded with a slight smile.

"A big gambler I see?" chided Basinti.

"No, easy money." responded Romulas as he looks out into the haze of rain and setting light.

She was slightly stung by the insult but did not let it show on her face. That's the last thing she needs, to show that she can be insulted easily and lose her cool. Eggar seeing the bag of coins flew down and tried to open the bag with his beak.

"Oh no you don't you little thief, this is not for you." said Basinti as she scooped the pouch off the floor.

With the night was quickly approaching and the rain was still falling, there was no point to try and track now and get lost, or worse, ambushed. So the two set up watches every three hours till day break and then try tracking, regardless of rain or not. Romulas had first shift, and Basinti watched him for a few minutes to see if he would make any advances during his shift. After thirty minutes she gave up watching and fell asleep. When she was woke for her shift, Romulas moved away from her and slept with his back to her. A bit peeved that he has so far shown no interest in her, she takes to throwing rocks out into the wet, rainy blackness that's night. On Basinti's last shift before day break, the rain finally stopped and Eggar flew out into the moist air to stretch his wings. Once the sun rose, Basinti woke up Romulas and packed up their gear for the day ahead.

It only took Eggar a few moments to spot some tracks and relay that to Basinti. Once she got to the tracks she found them quite fresh, an hour or two old. Looks like they will be able to overtake the patrol and if they're lucky dispatch them before they reach a camp. Basinti called Eggar down in case the patrol might spot him and be alerted to their presence. Within half an hour they caught up to the patrol of five Flame Legion Blademasters and a single Igniter walking to a known outpost for the Flame Legion. She pulled out her bow, re-stringed it and knocks an arrow and looks back to where Romulas was standing.

"Watch me stick that... Hey, where you go?" said Basinti in surprise.

She quickly looked back to the patrol only to find that the Igniter was spewing out flame in all directions as two of the Blademasters start cutting into the tall grass next to them. She saw two Blademasters on the ground already bleeding to death from stab wounds. Not one to be shown up, she takes aim and fires her arrow at the panicking Igniter. Right before the arrow hits, the Igniter explodes into fire and falls dead, thus robbing Basinti of her kill.

"Kill stealing shit of a false god. He's not going to win this bet!" gritted Basinti as she knocked a second arrow and aimed at the next charr.

Just before Basinti released the arrow, Romulas appears behind the two charr Blademasters and quickly dispatches them. In a fit of rage Basinti fires the arrow into the dead Igniters corpse, and about to draw her third arrow when she hears a rustling sound in her upper ears. Quickly dropping the bow she draws "Clawtip" and turns to stab whatever is behind her. She turns in time to dodge the blow from a sneaky Blademaster and holds her sword out in front as to stab him in the gut. To Basinti amazement the Bladmaster falls right onto her short sword and goes limp. Smiling, she inspects the charr only to roar out in seeing one of Romulas's daggers sticking out of the charrs neck. The final kill stolen by Romulas once again, leaving Basinti with no kills and a lost bet.

"Not so loud, or you might draw the whole Legion out here." said Romulas as he walked up to Basinti wiping his other dagger off with a blood stained cloth.

"You jerk! You broke cover and stole all my kills. Bets off for cheating!" she growled out.

"All's fair in Ash, Blood, and Iron, the bets still good. Can't help if your too slow with the bow." said Romulas holding out his paw for the sack of coins.

Basinti could barely contain the rage at the losing the bet, she was not going to pay up to a show off male of all things. This called for bring out the big guns, the ones that manage to make males like Romulas melt in her paw. So she dropped her bow and approached Romulas, swinging her hips enticingly and putting her best "pity face" on.

"I know when I been bested, so how about something else in exchange for the gold?" she said with a low voice as she slowly loosen her jerkin.

"How about no, a bet's a bet and you lost fair and square. The gold, please before I take it from you." Romulas said in a stern voice still with his paw outstretched.

Basinti approached Romulas and slipped one arm under him and use the other bring him into a tight hug. She stared into Romulass' eyes feinting a look of vulnerability. Romulas cocked an eye in puzzlement at the display before him, unsure if this was a trick. Basinti seeing an opening took her right paw and started to slide it down Romulas's pants, feeling the fur all the way.

The next thing that happen stunned Basinti, for this never happened before when she was trying to charm and seduce a fellow charr. Romulas pulled away gently pushing Basinti away shaking his head.

"I know what you're up to and it's not going to work on me, I am not interested in someone like you. Why not save your charm and seduction for someone else, because you're not my 'type'." said Romulas as he pulled open Basinti's pouch of coins.

Stunned by what happen to her, a male charr had just rejected her namesake charm and seduction in a gracefully manner. Especially one who manage to turn the tables on her and rob Basinti of her coins without her noticing. Something was different about Romulas, he was not like the other males she dealt with, even the ones from Iron, Blood and Flame. Things where starting to get interesting, and in a good way.

Before she was about to say her retort Eggar called from above with "Fire", signaling that a second patrol was headed their way. They quickly snapped into action and searched the corpses for any information and coins. By the time the reinforcement patrol got there, the two charr where long gone.

Later that night the two charr sat around the smokeless heater saying nothing for a long time. Finding the silence unbearable Basinti asked the one question that was on her mind since that mornings adventure.

"I don't understand what you said back there? You said 'Not interested' and 'Not my type', what did you mean by that?" she said while stroking her pet raven and looking right at Romulas.

"It's exactly what it means. I am not interested, that's all. Nothing special. If we could change the topic that would be great." Romulas said in a deadpan voice not once looking at Basinti.

" I think this topic is important because I haven't meet a male that shrugged me off like that. And here I was thinking that I was the hard ass with a 'stick-up-my-tail-hole', when in turn it's you." she responded smugly.

"Ha! I take it you haven't meet a charr like me before. Well, maybe I do enjoy things shoved up there once in a while. Helps to focus your senses and mind. Maybe if you tried it you'll feel much better and maybe get better at killing stuff then trying to seduce them. Or maybe your ass is so tight you can't even get a needle through it and your stuffed up with hot air." Romulas said with a grin on his face.

Normally something like would of set her off, but the way Romulas said it made it seem ok. Wanting to get a bit closer to Romulas, she shifted over and tried to put an arm around him. In reaction Romulas shifted over away from Basinti and started eyeing her with suspicion.

"What, are you afraid I will steal back my money from the bet? she said in a voice like warm honey.

"No, I just don't like being next to you. Nothing against you being female and all, I rather be by myself or other males." slipped Romulas looking once again away from Basinti.

Feeling that Romulas was hiding his true feelings, she decided to bring it up a notch and maybe she could break him like all the other males that pissed her off. She pounced onto Romulas and quickly locked his legs up so he could not run.

"Maybe a strong charr like you could help me out then. Why not shove your 'stick' up my ass and loosen me up a bit. Then maybe you can loosen my tail hole. Hmm?" Basinti said egging on Romulas.

Even Eggar joined in on the fun, saying "In da pooper" and "Kitty ass" as the two tumbled around. All the while Romulas just sighed and showed disinterest in the attempts that Basinti was trying to do in seducing him.

"You just don't get it, do you? I would have thought by now you would of given up in trying to get a raise out of me. Stop thinking I am some sex starved male that wants a female like you. I only like the company of others 'like' me, maybe you will find the Flame boy that will take up your request on getting pegged there." said Romulas as he pushed Basinti away from him in a calm and controlled manner.

Basinti sat in stunned silence as she watch Romulas get up and walk back over to his seat by the heater. Something deep inside Basinti stirred, and grew with each of his rejections. She never felt so alive with each of her failed advances. She had to ask, she needed to know what did Romulas like that she could not provide.

"Romulas, why do you so easily spur me. What is it that these 'others' have that I don't have? Tell me, I need to know!" Basinti pleadingly said to the back of Romulas.

"It's quite simple, you're not male..." Romulas said in a flat tone.

Basinti sat in silence for a moment trying to process what he just said. A silence that was short lived as an explosion ripped into their camp.

Chapter Two

Basinti saw Romulas get thrown clear across their camp, and land with a dull thud. With one quick action Basinti drew her "Clawtip" and went into a crouch. Her raven, Eggar, took flight into the air disappearing high into the night sky. The next thing she heard was her number one thing that she hated most.

"Look what we have here, two rabbits playing in the field. Maybe we should watch them breed, or better yet, we breed the female in front of him as he watches." The Flame Legion shaman laughed, walking into the light of the burning crater.

Basinti could see four more Flame Legion Blademasters behind the shaman and Romulas out cold a stone throw from her, hidden in the tall grass. She knew the shaman will be trouble if left alone but she can't let the others surround her or Romulas. She did a quick check for her bow and arrows, not seeing them she quickly pulled out "Clawtip" and made a dash to the right the four Blade Masters followed bounding through the tall grass.

"Good, keep away from Romulas, you foul smelling fur brains." she said under her breath.

Basinti put her left paw into a thick leather glove and applied a thick and sticky substance to her blade. Right as the lead Blademaster caught up with her, she tumbled to her right and slashed at his side, only to be blocked just in time as he brought his shield down to cover his right side. He brought his sword down to cleave her in two, only to miss and plant his sword into the ground. Taking advantage of the opening , she quickly stabbed him cleanly in the chest The Blade Master who roared out in pain and stumbled away from her. Dodging back she was able to evade the other two male Blademasters as they both tried to cut into her.

"Uharg! That wench is mine! I will plow her till she bleeds out my seed through her eyes!" Yelled the injured Blade Master.

"To bad for you, I rather fuck a grawl then your pitiful excuse of a prick." she said in a retort.

Just then a second explosion right next to her sent her flying across the ground and landing closer to the Flame Shaman. Basinti quickly rolled out of the way as a wave of flame blasts across the field where she was a moment ago. Hoping to her paws Basinti whistles and points at the Shaman. Right as the shaman was about to cast, Eggar comes out of the air and rakes him right in the eyes blinding him to Basinti and foiling his spell.

"Good job Eggar, keep him busy while I deal with these other brimstone fuckers." sneered Basinti turning to face the four other Blade Masters.

"You're outnumbered, why not give up and we might give you the pleasure of feeling our shafts inside of you before we slice your throat." Said the lead charr staggering with his wound.

Basinti looked him dead in the eyes and let out a loud cawing sound that echoed over the planes.

"Looks like she so scared, she started cawing like a crow. Well, I can't wait till she puts that cute maw of hers to work." laughed one the other Blade Masters.

Then suddenly a large noise of beating wings and cawing filled the air as hundreds of black crows drop onto the Blademasters. Then as a unit the crows start attacking the four Blade masters allowing Basinti to close in with her "Clawtip" and rend two of the male charrs before they had a chance to react. The third blade master was bit quicker and caught Basinti in the side of the head with his shield sending her to the ground. To her utter amazement she landed on her bow and mostly filled quiver of arrows. With a quick and smooth action she knocked an arrow and pulled back a fired point blank into the charr standing over her. The arrow knocks him back and she knocks a second arrow and starts a rapid firing of arrows till he was nothing more than a spiky corpse.

Then out of nowhere the remaining Blade Master tackles her and sends her bow once again into the darkness.

"I am going to end this now, who cares if you're dead. You're corpse will still be warm when I am finished with it." said the Blade Master, pinning Basinti to the ground.

Then the final Blade Master slumps onto Basinti lifeless as the poison finally finishes him off.

"Males, always looking to stick your stupid little twig in whatever hole pleases you. Too bad for you, the mists won't bring such pleasures." as she pushes off the dead corpse and searches for her dropped sword. Turning to face the final foe after retrieving the blade, she see the Flame Shaman blast Eggar out of the sky. "No! Eggar!" cried out Basinti as the shaman picks up the singed bird off the ground.

"I haven't had raven in a long time, too bad it's slightly burnt." as the shaman chuckles

"Let him go, I would do anything you ask. Just don't hurt him anymore, please." begged Basinti

"Ha, what don't you lay down your weapons and come be my newest breeding pet. I can tell you will bare strong offspring by the way you fought." sneered the shaman.

Basinti drops her sword to the ground slowly removing her jerkin and belt while approaching the shaman.

"That's more like it, come and accept your fate. Join me and grow large with my cubs." sneers the shaman.

Basinti nearly nude stand in front of the shaman, feeling the heat off the shamans fiery aura.

"Let the raven go, it has no part in what's to happen." replied a straight face Basinti.

The shaman tosses the bird to the side, while Eggar gives off a weak squawk as it hits the ground.

"Come let me brand you with my burning seed. Let it's life giving fire fill you with the cubs to help grow the Flame into a mighty inferno." Proclaimed the Flame Shaman.

"To bad for you, I hate misogynist smoke lickers like you and would rather die than get fucked by you." as Basinti pulls out a dagger and stabs the shaman in the sternum making him step back from the blow, while Basinti stumbles to the ground.

"That was a foolish mistake, I will make you wish for my throbbing barbed..." as he was cut off by a loud bang and a now large hole right between his horns.

"God, I got tired of him going on about his stupid dick. There is nothing special about it and I seen much better ones back at camp. You need some help up?" as Romulas steps over the fallen body of the shaman and holds out his paw to Basinti.

Basinti considers it a moment and then bats it away and gets up. Giving Romulas a dirty look with a slight growl.

"What? No gratitude for saving your life?" he said after Basinti, who walked over to the prone Eggar laying passed out in the grass.

"I getting quite tired of males tonight and you're also late in helping to kill these golden legion cubs." spat Basinti as she pulled a vial of troll unguent for Eggar.

Later that night after searching all the bodies they find a letter from a high ranking shaman for the Legion. The letter goes on about a shipment of female cubs to be taken to Gaheron Baelfire for breeding and slave work. The thing that really sets off Basinti is that this high ranking shaman transporting them is Thrius Forstfire, her sire.

"We have to go after this Shaman! I been searching for him my whole life!" exclaimed Basinti as she threw the final Flame Legion corpse into the fire that the shaman set at the start of the night.

"Why? What's he to you? Some shaman that burned your tail or something?" replied Romulas as he stoked the fire hotter that was burning the bodies of the now dead Flame Legion.

"No, well he did light my tail on fire at one point but that's not the reason." Basinti continued. "He is the sole reason why I dislike males so much and why I hate the Flame Legion. He was more a pig then a charr, he would go on about how he 'branded' every female in his warband. I had to watch as he breed each of my own sisters and mother. He would have bred me as well if I was old enough to bare him cubs.

"So you were captured and forced to be slaves for this flame shitter, right? Still does not give a good enough reason to storm a compound to just kill him." he replied still poking the flames and it's ironic fuel.

"This flame shitter is my sire, and I vowed to kill him for what he's done. Ever since then I've seen males as lust crazed lunatics, willing to quench their primal urges even in their own daughters." Basinti spat.

Romulas was taken aback by such venom from Basinti and quite confused about her pervious actions.

"So you think I am some 'lust crazed lunatic' then?" enquired Romulas.

"No, you're different. You never gave in to my namesake charm and seduction, as if you were more in control of yourself. I have to admit the fact you have rebuffed it so well makes me slightly attracted to you." she said while slightly blushing under her fur.

Romulas bursts out laughing and rolling on the grass holding his sides and continues for a bit till he calms down and sits up facing a puzzled Basinti.

"I am sorry, it's just that, I have a different interest than most male charr. Would you like to know why I am able to reject your advances and charm?" Romulas said with a large grin.

"Yes! Tell me! I must know in order to better prepare myself in case I meet a Flame Legion charr like you. Tell me!" pleaded Basinti.

"You're going to laugh, there is no way you can win over a male charr with this kind of interest." joked Romulas.

"Stop stalling and tell me!" yelled Basinti

"I am attracted and interested in other male charr. Sometimes we would get together and mate with each other as a display of trust and respect. Sometimes I am the dominant one and other times I am the submissive one. Either way a cock is going in a hole or being stroked, and let me tell, you getting a barbed rod shoved up your ass does relieve stress and tension." Romulas explained to Basinti who sat on the ground in shocked silence.

Basinti could not believe what she just heard, this male in front of her was just like her in some ways but with males. This made her heart throb and single lustful though drifted in her mind. She found someone who she can relate to that was not female. For the first time in her life she wanted to mate with a male, a male that would understand why she mated with other females and why she could not mate with any other male charr.

"Well I have a slight confession to make as well and it might come as a shock. I too am like you, I only mated with other female charr. Also out of respect and trust and because we been revolted by the idea of letting a male have his way with us as if where nothing more than breeding partners. Though we mate a bit differently then what your used to. This is especially helpful when we go in heat and need to help curb the urge." replied Basinti to a now shocked Romulas.

"But why the charming and seduction then if you distrust males so much?" enquired the puzzled Romulas.

"Because it's easier to manipulate, trick and kill if there too focused on ramming their little pecker into me. It served me well and there is no fear that I will have lustful feelings for them to cloud my judgment." she stated to Romulas.

"Well then I guess this next bomb shell of mine will have no effect on you then. I feel attracted to you because I found someone who could understand me, and my feelings for other male charrs. That, and you're not too bad at killing things if given the chance." said Romulas with a bit of embarrassment.

Basinti could not comprehend what she just heard, did Romulas say what he said. Was he now slightly attracted to her because he is like her but with different interests. The darkest fear Basinti had was a fear of falling in love with a male charr. But how could she fear this if it was something that made her feel good, happy, and special. She knew Romulas was not like all the other male charr, even though he was late sometimes. She had to seize the moment before it passed her.

"Well in the spirit of shocking each other, what happens if I told you I am also attracted to you in the same way. she said slyly.

"I... Well... Oh burn it all... what would the guys back at camp say if they found out about this." replied a nervous Romulas.

"They won't because I won't tell anyone if you don't tell anyone too." she said with her arms across her chest.

"Well why don't we cement our trust then with a bit of trail snookie then, that is if you're up for it." he replied.

"Though you never ask..." as Basinti craws into Romulas's arms.

The two charr move a fair distance from the fire and burning bodies of the Flame Legion before lying down a blanket and striping down to bare fur. The moonlight highlighting their bodies and the small breezes moving the fur over their skin.

"To be fair I never done this before with a female, so I might be a bit rough and bad at this." said Romulas in the dark.

"Well you know which hole to put it right? There's two now, not just one. How's this, why don't I be the dominant one and I guide you to what feels right to me." Basinti said pulling Romulas down on to the blanket.

"Well don't fault me for what's natural, though I still stand by my earlier comment about taking it in the tail-hole in removing stress." Romulas said in a matter of fact tone as he rested on the blanket.

"Doubt you get far in my tight ass." Basinti joked as she herself rested on top of Romulas and hugging him tight, feeling his warmth in her embrace.

" So what now? I feel rather silly laying here in the breeze completely nude and exposed." said Romulas.

"Well why don't we get warmed up a bit, let's get me flowing and you growing." Basinti said with a hushed tone while sliding her paw pads down Romulas's side, feeling his satin fur to where his rod resides.

Romulas following her lead and slides his paw pads down Basinti's body till he reaches her plump little ass and slowly pulls the two cheeks apart. Her tail twitches in anticipation as his claws creep into her nether regions. Basinti let out a slight moan as he started to probe both her tight tail hole and her slightly wet pussy. Basinti, not wanting to get behind, started to coax his "snake" out of its hole and into hers. Using one claw she scratched around his fuzzy balls and sheath, feeling the monster within stir about. After some probing he found it difficult to stick half his claw into both of her tight holes. After pushing for a bit, he was able to slide a clawed finger past her maiden head, up past his first knuckle. This lead to Basinti gasping in pleasure and a flood of fluids once he pulled his claws out of each of the holes. The fluids flow out of her and quickly cover each other with strands of slimy sweet smelling fluids.

Basinti taking advantage of the fresh slime grinds her slit up and down his sheath in hopes of speeding up the process of the getting him hard and ready. Romulas taking a moment to enjoy the blissful feeling of having his scrotum fondled and the grinding of soft flesh on his exposed sheath. For him this was something new and yet strangely satisfying, nothing like the times before with his male warband mates. Soon his prick started crowning out the sheath glistening with both his and her fluids. Basinti having felt the tip, starts rubbing it with her slippery fluids while still scratching his nuts. Romulas lets out a deep sigh of relief and resumes his advances deeper into her tight wet slit. With a bit of effort he manages to slide his second knuckle and fully insert his clawed finger into her warm oozy passage. Sending a wave of pleasure through her, releasing more of her honey to prepare the passage way for a much larger object.

Each moan and rub from Basinit slowly pulls the barbed beast from it home, ready to make its way into the hole of a female he only just meet a day before. Basinti charged with anticipation of being filled with the barbed cock starts to grind a bit faster, something she swore to never do. "You ready?" stated Basinti to Romulas. "Ready." he responded, pulling her cheeks farther apart exposing her glistening and wet crotch to the outside air. She shivered as the cool air blew past sending her deeper into the pit of lust that opened before her. With a sudden thrust, Romulas push as hard as he could encountering a stiff resistance to his barbed member. Then pushing past it into the rather dry hole of Basinti.

"Uhg! You missed your mark! That's not where it's suppose to go!" Basinti gasped out.

"Sorry, just used to going into that kind of hole. The next one won't miss." Smirked Romulas.

"You... You did that on purpose!" grunted out Basinti.

"I bet it felt good? Giggled Romulas.

"Yah, now put it in the correct hole before I crush you rod in my ass." she replied with a menacing growl, tightening her ass to prove her point.

With a dry pop Romulas removes the member from Basinti's tail hole and lines it up with the correct one, the one leaking fluids. Not trusting him to get it in, she maneuvers and thrusts down upon the barbed cock, pushing its way into her tight passage and breaking past her maiden head. The feeling of each of the barbs tugging at her folds sends her into a fit of purring and clamps down hard upon his rod. Slowly she moves her hips up and down causing the barbs to pull out of the flesh and then dig in causing her untold pleasure and a bit of pain with each movement. After a few good pumps, both start working and with each to thrust his rod deeper till it is swallowed whole, occasionally bumping the tip against something soft deep inside.

Suddenly Eggar lands upon Basinti's horns and pecks at her chain and piercings of her ears. Basinti knew this as a sign of annoyance, probably because he was jealous of Romulas hogging her to himself. She ignored Eggar till he managed to pull out a piercing and fly off into a nearby tree. Pausing the grinding a brief moment she turned to shout at the bird and how immature he was. He responded with a call "In the pooper!" and fell silent, enjoying his new prize. With a sigh she resume the thrusting and was once again submerged into the ecstasy of being fucked.

For five minutes the two continue the deep thrusting, each time bringing them closer and closer to climaxing. Each thrust getting faster and harder, trying to push deeper maybe even into the inner sanctum. Feeling a pressure building up and his balls tightening for release, he wonders if he should pull out of stay in, leaving it to chance that Basinti could bare him a cub even if she's not in heat.

"I am about to explode, how you want this load handled? Inside or outside?" grunted Romulas.

"Oh by the Khan-Ur's tail I don't know... It feels so good..." as she tried to finish her though, she climaxed.

"Too late! Here it comes!" Punctuating his thrust as hard and as deep as he could, burying his tip into the soft wall, shooting his seed deep.

She could feel the seed pulse though his barbed shaft, and into her tighten passage. The warmth of the seed felt great as it blossomed out from his tip and down her passage way. He weakly thrusted with each new wave of delivery, feeling his dick throb inside the tighten passage way. Both charr tightly embracing, covered with sweat and matted fur and a mixture of juice and ooze. She could feel the warm seed ooze out of her tight hole and drip on to the blanket below, wasted chances of bearing his cub. This feeling she dreaded has come to pass and it was not as bad as she first though, at least with a person she want to be with more than anything. The two stay plugged up for the rest of the night feeling each other inside and the dripping of fluids. Once the sun rose did they pull apart, cleaning up the mess they made with each other.

"That was enjoyable, maybe we should do it again some time when where not on active duty." said Romulas as he struggled to put his pants on over his shrinking bulge.

"I agree, hopefully there won't be any surprises in a few months... Now about that outpost and the charr cubs we need to save from my sire." Basinti said with a smirk.

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Chapter Three

Looking through a spyglass, Basinti could see the outpost and the occupants moving about. She was able to locate the captured cubs and presumably her sire Thrius Frostfire sitting on a flame shaped stone chair.

"I don't think this is a good idea, we should just report back and let a band of Blood and Iron wipe them out." Romulas said nervously.

"Don't be such a scaredy cat, I spent an hour counting and there is only ten Flame plus my sire. We can lure out few and then ambush the rest. Also I got this trick I been training with to use on my jerk of sire." Replied Basinti in a calm tone.

"All it takes is one screw up, and I am dead and you're captured or killed. I know I can handle five but ten is a bit much. Also I don't know what tricks your sire has, he could summon a giant flaming cock and fuck us both over." he sarcastically finished with an eye roll.

"Leave him to me once we thin out their numbers a bit. I bet you could stab five of the flame kissers while they are 'occupied' by me. I've done this before and had a hundred percent success, well I had hundred till I meet you..." she said with a slight frown.

"Sorry to ruin your perfect record." he said back with a cheesy grin.

Turning to the sky, Basinti whistled and called Eggar to her. Eggar swooped down landing on Romulas's horns looking at Basinti for his orders. She gave a few commands and pointed out a few of the Flame troops to Eggar and gave him a small pouch. Eggar took the pouch in his beak and lifted his tail and wings as to get ready to fly off. Without warning Eggar relieved himself on top of Romulas's head and flew off in the direction of the outpost.

"What the? Your bird just pooped on my head! You know how much scrubbing I would have to do now to get the smell out?" he fumed to Basinti.

"That only means he has accepted you, or clamed you as property." she said with a snicker.

"Very funny, bet you told him to do it..." as he angrily wiped off the birds droppings from his mane.

The two make a plan to lure the guards behind an out cropping of rocks and both dispatch the five before they give away their position. Basinti dons her "Slave" disguise, a tattered outfit that shows off more fur then it covers and hides her "Clawtip" within its ragged folds. All the while, Romulas sharpens his twin daggers with a small whet stone that gives the daggers a sharper, more deadlier shine with each stroke. Once set, she gives a slight nod to him and both slip away from each other in silence.

Carefully Basinti makes her way to the outpost wall, remaining hidden till she feels he got into position and ready to "seduce the pants off" the guards. After a few moments she steels herself up and puts her best paw forward and into the sight of the outpost guards at the gate. Almost immediately the guards notice her and tense up for action. They take a moment to study her, their eyes peeling away what little clothing she has on and forming a lecherous grin. Seeing her unarmed they lower their weapons and all five walk slowly to her, each grinning like a charr cub with their first weapon.

"Look what we have here, a lost kitty. Why don't we offer some Flame hospitality." chuckled on the guards advancing toward her.

"Don't come any closer! I got some sharp claws." she said in a shaky voice.

"Pain only stokes my 'Inner' fire, you can claw me all day long kitten." responded a second one who was trying to flank her.

"I... I don't want any trouble. I was just looking for some food and clean water..." she continued swishing her tail in a seductive manner.

"Why don't you be a nice kitten and come with us and we promise to fill 'Both' of your mouths till your full." The lead guard said with a slight snicker.

Seeing that they are now totally interested in her and thinking she was an easy "prey", she backs up slowly. The guards seeing her about to bolt start running for her and catch her before she runs. Basinti turns and gets on all fours, running to the rock out cropping where the ambush is set up. The guards take to all fours and kick up chunks of soil as they pursue her. She manages to get behind the rock formation when the lead guard tackles her to the ground and throwing her against the rock. She quickly sits up facing the charr with her paws out in front as if to push him away.

"Please! I will do anything! Just don't kill me!" she cries out.

"Oh don't worry we won't kill you, unless your some Ash trash spy. Then we will kill you and then fuck your warm bloodless corpse." the lead guard sneered.

"I am willing to bear your cub, and make it worth your while if you leave me be..." she said in a seductive manner and adjusting the tattered rags to show a bit more fur.

"Only if you go enough room for all my bandmates cubs." as the lead charr slowly walks up to her with the rest boxing her in.

"Then I offer myself to you and your bandmates." she says in a definitive tone as she stands up to embrace the lead guard.

The lead guard comes in close smelling of burnt fur and brimstone and rips the tattered rags off Basinti's waist and pulls her in close.

"I can smell that you have already mated, but no matter I will destroy that welps cub and plant my own." the lead guard said breathing heavily on her as he uses one paw to remove his belt and the other to hold her close.

"To bad for you then, that welp has destroyed your friends and now I destroy your life." she whispers in his lower ear as she plunges her "Clawtip" into him.

The guard sputters and blood foams at his maw and then falls back lifeless, along with the rest of his patrol with each of their throats slit. Romulas looks over at Basinti whipping the blood off his daggers chuckling.

"So that's how you do it, get them horney enough to drop their guard and you gut them through the lungs. Good thing that kind of stuff does not work on me." Romulas said with a wink.

"Oh stuff it up your tail hole, if there was not so many I would of made him wish to never look at a female again." Basinti wiping her blade off with the now ruined rags that covered her waist.

"So five down six more to go, what's the plan now? We don't have much time before there missed and the outpost goes on high alert." he responds as he pulls out a small clay jar.

"You think you can handle the five others while I distract my sire and dispatch of him?" she exclaims while she replaces "Clawtip" back in the hidden folds of her rags.

"Sure as long as I can get close, this cloaking unguent only works until I am a few paw lengths away from a person. So keep their focus, or else they might attack both of us and we will be is some hot water." he answers while covering his fur with a thick smoky grease.

Basinti looks up to the sky and sees Eggar soaring above with his "little" package and gives him the signal to hold position. She looks at the dead charr and drags them into cover behind the large rock outcropping. Once done she spits on the pile of corpses and mutters "Fucking lechers..." and stealthily approaches the gate of the outpost.

Once at the gate she cracks it open and looks inside, she see the cubs in a obsidian cage floating in the back ready for transport. Three rather large charr are busy fixing some weapons while the one sits by the cage keeping an eye out for any trouble. She can see her sire sitting up high looking rather bored and looking off into space. He appears to be ignoring the chained female at his foot paws stroking his legs. The final charr she spotted earlier could not be accounted for and might be deeper in the outpost, hopefully napping.

She silently slips in and leaves the door open for Romulas to slip in without breaking his stealth magic. She goes on all fours and ducks behind some crates and barrels as the cage guard looks around the open outpost. He is the first to go since he is in far back and happens to be the most alert one here. So she crawls and ducks her way to the cage and creeps up on the guard. Right as she is about to slide "Clawtip" into the guards back, a whip comes out of nowhere and rips the sword right out of her paw. The guard quickly tumbles forward and faces Basinti with a drawn dagger of molten stone.

"Think you're so clever in luring out our lazy guards? I watched the whole thing up to you vanishing with them behind the outcropping. So how did it feel fucking them to death?" The whip wielding Flame Legion charr said pointing at her.

"I can smell that she did indeed fuck something and it looks like it was recent." The dagger wielding charr sneered at her.

Basinti was silent and held her paws up to show she was unarmed. She needed all the flamers to be watching her. She let out a loud roar and got the three large charr to stop working and look over at her. They picked up their weapons and walked over to Basinti, grinning with lust. She looked up at the chair where her sire was sitting and could not see if he was even looking or just ignoring the commotion.

"Bet she would make a fine mate. After we break her will and breed her a few times." the whip welding charr chuckled as he coiled up his whip walking toward Basinti.

"Oh she will make a fine breeder all right." said the dagger wielding guard as he walked up to Basinti sticking the dagger tip into her nose.

She brought her paw palm pad right under the charrs chin knocking him back and onto his tail, while the dagger tumbled in the air. Basinti caught the dagger and made to jump on the downed guard. Right as she jumped a second crack of the whip was heard and she fell snout first in the dirt. The whip wielding charr manage to trip her mid-leap and now dragging her prone body to him by the whip. Two of the large charr run over and pick her up and restrain her as the third one helps up the other guard on the ground.

"I am going to break both your arms for that you dumb wench." the former dagger wielding guard said to Basinti.

"Nobody touches her, bring her before me and I will see fit who gets to keep her." boomed a voice from the molten chair of stone.

The two charr haul her out in front of the chair and force her to her knees in front of her sire. He still looked bored but his flaming eyes where focused right on her. She could see that he was much older then she last remembered and much of his fur was removed. The patches of fur he still had where mostly white with a little of some gold tuffs still hanging in there. Most of his body was hairless and scared, his horns where black with years of grease and soot , and his teeth where cracked or chipped.

"Hmmm, why does your face look familiar. Have we mated before? " the shaman inquired.

"I demand first breeding rights to this bag of fur, she broke a few of my fangs." demanded the guard she punch earlier.

"I will deiced who has first breeding rights, she might make a fine breeder for my own cubs." the flame shaman said in a bored tone.

"But..." stuttered the guard.

"Keep your trap shut or I will close it for you, for good." threatened the shaman, his eyes flaring up in anger.

Basinti watched as her sire gets up and walks on down to Basinti. His tattered ceremonial garb hardly hides his large swollen balls and what looks like a cock made from still cooling obsidian. The chained female charr pulls away from the shaman exposing a rather gravid belly and swollen teats, along with scars from being burned. Basinti sneers at her sire as he gets closer, locking her eyes with his. Once he gets right next her, she spits at him and hears the sizzle of water boiling away once the spit reaches his skin.

"Tsk, tsk. That's no way to great your sire. Now it comes back to me, your face and that smell. Yes, your one of my daughters who were freed a long time ago. I can see they fatten you up some, and made you into a proper spitfire." He chuckled taking a clawed hand and holding her chin up forcing her to look into his eyes.

"I will take great pleasure in ridding this world of a scumbag like you." snarled Basinti.

"We will see about that, if you are anything like your breeder whore of a mother. You will melt like ice after the first ride." Thrius said with a smile.

Right at that moment the guard holding Basinti right arm slumps over dead, his back laid open as if his spine was trying to escape. Thrius pushes her aside and fires a fireball right next to whip wielding charr. Romulas appears from the explosion on fire. He tumbles forward putting out the fire and draws his pistol and fires at the other large charr holding Basinti. The shot blows a bloody chunk from his arm, releasing her.

She see Thrius chant and was about to complete his spell, not wasting a moment she tackles him right as he finishes casting, sending his spell wild. Her face catches him right in the crotch, smelling of burnt oil and singed fur. He doubles over from the impact and falls to the ground on his tail, but not before erupting in flame. Basinti tumbles out of the way to avoid the flames and faces Thrius ready to pounce on him if he starts to cast again. He stands up and starts to cast when Eggar flies down and slams the small pouch right into his snout.

"Arg! What is this stuff! It's blinding!" roars Thrius.

Basinti catches from the corner of her eye the dagger wielding guard charging her. She whistles and large flock of crows descend on him and start ripping his face apart. Now with both charr occupied she focuses on recovering "Clawtip" and help Romulas dispatch the Flame Legion. She spots her sword a little ways away and starts to move toward it when she gets blindsided by the large charr with a large chunk missing from his arm.

"Your boyfriend will pay for what he did, that was my favorite arm." as he slam his good arm fist into Basinti's side.

"Why don't you go play in the mud." she says calmly as the ground under the charr turns into a liquid mud from a bit of ranger magic.

Now free to retrieve her sword, she dashes over and picks it up. Turning to see what's going on, she sees Romulas clutching his side as both of large charr and the whip wielding charr back him up against a wall. Her sire is still blinded and Eggar is making sure that he want cast any time soon. She spots the dagger wielding charr curled up as the birds she summoned keep attacking him. She dashes over and leaps at the whip welding charr and slices him across the back. He turns around tries to slice her back with one of Romulas's daggers and misses.

Romulas tumbles past the large charr dropping a bunch of caltrops on the ground. The large charr howl in pain as they step on a few trying to swing at him. Romulas steps forward and plunges his dagger right into the large charrs heart and kicks him down on top of the caltrops. He then dashes over to help Basinti take out the whip carrying charr.

She nimbly evades his slashes and makes sure not to get disarmed by his whip. While backing up she trips over an anvil and the charr descends upon her. Right as he was about to plunge the dagger into her, it disappears and reappears in Romulas's paws and lays a fatal blow to the charr. As she gets up off the ground he yells "Duck" and she drops to the floor as his dagger flies over her horns and into the last of the large charr. He falls to the ground dead with the dagger in his skull with a loud thud.

A loud screech is heard as Eggar's smoking form flies across the outpost and into a wall. Basinti calls out for Eggar but has her attention pulled to her sire.

"Enough of this! Your all going to BURN!" as Thrius conjures a large ball of molten stone above him.

"I hope you have something to counter that or elsewhere toast." Romulas shouts.

Basinti concentrates and goes over the recited phrases in her head. This was the moment she was waiting for to use her secret weapon she worked on to kill her sire. Frost starts to swirl around her and form into a spirit. The spirit of frost charges Thrius and rams right into him, freezing him and the large molten ball above him. For a brief moment both objects are frozen in time, and then the harden stone falls and lands on Thrius , shattering into many pieces.

Basinti approached the broken form of her sire, noting that he was still breathing. She stood over him watching him gasp for air.

"My only regret, was not fucking you full of cubs." he sneered, as the enraged Basinti ended his life with a single thrust through his cold black heart.

"So what now? There all dead and you got your revenge I suppose." Romulas said while bandaging up his wounds.

"We gather whatever intel they had, and free the slaves and cubs." she said shaking her head.

"I will go free the cubs and slaves then, and you locate the intel. Then lets meet up here to discuss the next step. That sound good?" as Romulas puts a bandaged arm around Basinti and she put an arm around his waist.

"Yes." she replied.

Once they parted, Basinti ran over to Eggar and checked on him. He was still alive but suffered a broken wing and some light charring. Scooping him up Basinti put him in a makeshift sling out of the last bit of clothing she had. The two then set about to their tasks in freeing the captives and finding any form of intel that this outpost had. Her search turned up some top secret plans for a ritual to make a charr ascend to godhood, along with plans to build a powerful shearing effigies out of charr iron. Romulas freed all the cubs from the stone cage and broke the collar that held the pregnant charr to Thrius's throne. Once all were gathered in the center of the outpost they decided on that Basinti should rush to headquarters and deliver the intel and Romulas help the freed charr get to safety.

"After all this is over, why don't we have a few pints of fire whiskey. My treat." winked Romulas.

"Deal, just don't go dying on me before then." She smiled back at Romulas.

The two set fire to the outpost and parted ways, each with a critical task to complete.

Chapter Four

Two months has passed since Basinti and Romulas worked together, each busy with a separate task in preparation for a possible treaty with the humans after the tragedy that was The Brand. Basinti tried to meet up with Romulas but he was always out scouting when she had any free time to spend. At first she was fine but as time moved on she was starting to get more and more depressed. The things she used to enjoy with her female bandmates where starting to feel empty. Her bandmates questioned if it was about the slaying of her sire, but she knew that was not it. She felt what it could be, but would not admit it or at least talk about it with her female companions. This only made it worse when she went into heat, this time she knew that there was someone out there that could fulfill this desire.

After a session of helping the other females take the edge off their heat, she rested in there embrace feeling her warmth and desire build within. A desire to experience the same kind of passion she had that one night with Romulas. Her heat still burned within, and it showed. She constantly was leaking out the thick fluids, having a thick smell of sweetness and musk. Inserting a clawed paw deep into her needy folds, she tried to pleasure herself but could not bring herself to a climax. With a sigh she stopped and decided to try once again to find Romulas.

She tried cleaned herself up as best she could but knew that any male would know she's in heat. She would have to spend the whole night looking for Romulas, and fending off any would be cub-sires. Once she was ready, she would head off to the Ash Legion deployment tent and check if he was deployed on a mission. As she left Eggar sleepily looked up from his perch and flew on top of Basinti's horn. He cried out "Sleep thief" a few times making her bandmates stir from there slumber.

"Shhh, sorry I woke you. Stay here and watch over my mates and try not to steal their sleep, ok?" she whispered to Eggar.

He took a look at her and flew back to his perch and watch Basinti slip into the night.

Upon arriving at the tent she got a few lustful looks from the males working but thankfully they resumed their work, leaving her alone. After a few moments of talking to the Tribune she found that Romulas was not currently deployed and should be at his quarters on leave. She took a moment to thank her Tribune and hurried off to Romulas's tent.

Once she reached the tent, two male charr where chatting and talking about Romulas.

"Yah, he been all sorts of 'cold' and 'spaced out'. It's like he does not care anymore." said a distinctly male voice.

"I know, ever since he came back from that scouting mission with all those cubs, he's been less and less into being with us." replied a second male.

"Can't believe you kicked him out to get some whiskey from the Serrated Blade Tavern because he refused to 'play'. You think some whiskey will make him more into it?" returned the first charr.

"Who knows, hopefully when he gets back with our whisky and he can finish pawing me off some more." Said the second charr.

"Wait? You smell that? It's like one of those dirty Gladium breeders is right outside our tent . And it reeks like she's in heat. Go out and tell her where not interested." Replied the first charr.

Basinti not wanting to meet any of Romulas's mates, quickly scampers away to the Serrated Blade Tavern in search of Romulas.

The tavern was not as crowed at this time of night but there were still a fair number of charrs sitting around tables talking and drinking. She was about to head out the door till she saw him sitting between two rather large male charr, looking rather depressed. She walked over to him earning lecherous looks and lewd remarks along the way. The two large charr turn to look at her and grunt, then turn back to their drinks. Romulas sits with his head on the bar top with his paws folder under it, leaving a untouched whisky bottle next to him. She reaches over and snags the bottle drawing his attention.

"Hey! That was... Basinti?" he said in shock and surprise.

She took a good look at Romulas, who was just in a simple loincloth and slightly matted fur from long dried sweat. Then she took a deep swig of the whiskey and grabs him by the arm and leads him to an empty table.

"Hey watch it! Not in the mood tonight for drunkards!" he said while being led to a table.

"Well I am, you and me need to have a talk." she responded plopping him down at the tables chair.

"Look it's my first night off in a long while and I was in the 'middle' of something." he said in a normal tone.

"And you owed me a drink. So this my drink and we need to talk." she growled.

"Talk about what? The drink I can understand but what else was there?" he replied puzzled.

"Talk about us, it's been two months and we haven't talked since that day. I might know why your depressed and we need to talk about." she added as she took a second swig of the whiskey.

"What makes you think that you know what I am going through. Are you now some kind of mesmer with mind reading abilities? I am perfectly ..." as he was interrupted by two drunk female charrs.

"Hey there tall and furry, why don't all three of us... *Hick*all three... *Hick*oh burn it, let's just fuck." as the charr falls right into Romulas, using him as support.

"Sorry you're not my type, your lacking the right equipment and gear. Plus your drunk and I know drunk charr make the worst partners." as he slides the two female charr off him and points to the two charr at the bar that he was next too.

"I think they would be willing to help you two hellraisers have a bit of fun. Why not ask them?" he said with a small smile.

Both Basinti and Romulas looked on as the two female stumbled over to the two charr and propose there "fun" to them. The two looked over and laughed and picked the two females up and left out the door.

"Bet you they would be feeling it in the morning, those two don't like to mate for cubs. There really nice but man can they really rip you open from the backdoor." he said with a slight smile and turning to Basinti.

"Thanks for reminding me why I want to do this. You are the only one who can help me, and I am the only one who can help you. So let's talk about us." she replied with a small smile.

"This talking again, why are we having to talk about us? What is so special that I have to be at the center of your world?" he said with a puzzled look.

"Why did you mate with me that one night?" she put bluntly

"Well, you could understand why I like to be with other males for comfort and release. You where like me but into females, you saw me for who I was and not what I do." looking a bit crestfallen and trying to not look Basinti in the eye.

"That is the same reason why I am attracted to you. I dislike all other males but you, you are why I want this. I am ready to accept if you are willing to give the gift of life. I want to bare you a cub Romulas." she said with a serious look to Romulas.

"I... I... am honored by your offer. But what would my bandmates say? What would YOUR bandmates say? I don't think I can be a sire of a cub, I don't think I am worthy of having a cub." he said with tone of respect.

"I am asking you because I want too. Your bandmates don't need to know and I will handle mine when it comes time. Please accept my offer and afterword I bet you and I will feel much better." she said while offering an outstretched paw to Romulas.

"Then I will offer my seed in the efforts to help make both of us happy then. So where do you have in mind? Because all the places I know are filled with male friends who would not take to kindly to you being there." he responded and grabbing the outstretched paw.

"I happen to have the keys to a trapper's fur storage, she won't mind a few 'stains' on some of the furs and pelts." she said with a slight smile.

The two headed off into the warm night air, ducking into and out of alley ways till they arrived as small door set inside of a large building. She fumbled through a ring of keys till she singled out a small silver key and used it to unlock the door into the storage room. Inside furs and pelts piled up on the floor in stacks ready to be picked up and sold. The two found a short stack that they were able to climb onto and embrace each other for a bit, feeling the warmth of each other.

"I can smell that you're in heat, and it smells wonderful. I can tell this will get Mr. Pinky up and going." he said in the complete dark.

"You call it Mr. Pinky? Why would you name it? What is the reason to call it that? It's a dick and you know it, so why name it something else?" she said while slowly removing his loincloth.

"Well each of my mates names there's and I am not very creative with names. It's pink, male and it's the best I could come up with. The others are better, like one mate calls his 'Trouser Titan' and the other calls his 'The Hammer'." he finishes up as he removes Basinti's light shirt.

"Well then you can have Mr. Pinky feed my Ms. Hole and fill her right up." as she takes his hardening charrhood in her paw and rubbing his fluids up and down Mr. Pinky.

"Oh don't worry, I got plenty to feed Ms. Hole. I been pent up for a week, waiting for something like this. You about ready for this?" as he slips her pants off, exposing her wet nether to the fur below.

"Give me a life that we can be proud of. Give me your seed so I can grow a cub to call our own." as she slowly grinds on his exposed rod, feeling the barbs pull at her folds.

Slowly he pushes his rod into her folds and into the awaiting valley that will guide his seed. Basinti lets out a sigh as she feels his barbed cock push its way into her, wanting it to fill her more and more. He slowly hammers away at the tight passageway trying to push as far as he can into her hot and slick hole. After a few moments she could feel the tip tickle a part of her that almost sends he right into an orgasm. Sensing that he does not have much time before she goes off, he starts to pound into her working on his climax so the two can both go off at the same time. The heat inside Basinti grows and fills her, she tries to have his rods tip push past and into her womb but with little success. The two keep at it for a while till he starts to pant and thrust slower and deeper.

"Here it comes, a week's worth of seed looking for a fertile place to take hold." and with that he thrusts hard, harder than ever before and pushes his way deep into her.

An explosion of warmth emanates from deep inside Basinti filling her with a feeling of deep bliss as she orgasms. She clamps down onto his rod preventing as much fluids from escaping. Soon the warmth gives way to a thick knot of cooling seed, that releases her from the heat she endured for the last few days. She can feel the thick seed move around inside of her with each spurt from Romulas, knowing that the seed will give way to a cub. The two embrace for a short time before they both separate and spilling a bit of fluids onto the furs below.

"Now I think I owe you a drink." she said to Romulas as she touches her crotch and licks the fluids off her claw.

"That I gladly accept and I know just the place." he said helping her up off the furs.

Much later that night, after a few more drinks of whiskey she stumbled back to her warbands living quarters. She could still feel the semi-solid knot of seed inside as she walked, knowing that it was her new life she help create with Romulas. She felt that she was the luckiest charr in all of Tyria in having meet a person such as Romulas. She came out of her daze once she reached her warbands living quarters hoping that her luck holds out and there all asleep from there night of pleasure.

Carefully she crept into the warbands sleeping room trying to not make a sound and wake her bandmates. In the dim light of the room she stepped around the forms of her sleeping bandmates as she made her way to the cot. About halfway across the room to her cot, Eggar called out "Your back" and flew over to her shoulder and pecked at her neck as sign of happiness and contentment. Basinti froze in place checking to see if anyone woke up. Seeing that none of her bandmates get up she pinched Eggar's beak and shushed him. She finished the walking the rest of the way to her cot without incident.

Upon arriving at her cot she place Eggar on its edge and started to undress to bare fur. She looked over to her bandmates sleeping in a heap on the floor, most partially nude after their night of fun. Then with a heavy thump she sat on the cot's edge rubbing her belly with the seed still trapped with-in thinking of the how is she going to keep this a secret. Her warband was comprised only of females, some were former Flame Legion slaves like Basinti and others who happen to enjoy the company of other females of a very deep intimacy level. They all took a vow to never mate with any male, no matter how hot there heat burns or how desperate they become. A vow that Basinti now broke and will have at some point explain why she broke it to her bandmates. If her pregnancy was like any other pregnancy, she will be hard press to hid it after a few months. Tired she left the thoughts for a later day when she was more sober and rested.

The next day she woke to the chatter of her bandmates as they prepared for the days drills and missions. As she sat up from her cot she felt a hard crust of harden seed that was expelled over the length of the night around her crotch. She nearly gagged at the smell that emanated from her cot and crotch. The smell of seed and feminine honey was overwhelming to her now hung-over senses, wishing she took a shower before she slept for the night. Using part of her fur covers she wiped as much of the spent seed from her crotch and slipped into her standard clothing. As she was buckling up and strapping on her belt, Theo Umbrashot her legionnaire walked over.

"So where did you take off last night? You missed the second half of our 'cool down' exercise we had." Theo said in a calm and collected voice.

"I had to get a stiff drink and while drinking ran into an old friend at the bar. We talked most of the night and got a bit drunk. My friend really helped get me straightened out and now I feel much more energized and focused than ever before." Basinti replied with a bit of cheerfulness.

"Fair enough, you seem much more chipper today then you have in weeks. Maybe this time you can join us on a new mission to help clear out a settlement of ogres in some Iron territory." Theo said with a grin on her muzzle.

"You bet! Haven't done a mission in a long while with warband. Just need to get cleaned up quick and feed Eggar before he pecks my ears off." she replied while gathering her show kit from under her cot.

She showered quickly only to pause for a moment to look at the mirror at the entrance of the shower and visualize her thin frame and flat belly heavy with the life now taken root inside of her. With haste she got all her gear set up and feed Eggar for the day. She meet up with her warband who where outside stretching and just finishing up there pre-march warm up.

"Ok listen up Umberband! Our mission is to cross the Brand and up into the Blazeridge Mountains and help two Blood warbands push back the ogres trying to settle on our land. We are to provide reconnaissance and intel and provide night support. This is a month long deployment so make sure you have everything packed away that needs to be. We move out in five minutes, and if any of you are late I will see that you carry all the supplies. Band dismissed!" roared Theo.

Five minutes later Basinti and her warband where moving out from the Black Citadel and to the Brand. The first few days where easy for Basinti before they got to the Brand. After a day of crossing the Brand she started waking slightly sick and nauseated but clear up by after breakfast. By the end of the week her warband's medic was worried she caught something and gave her some herbs to help with the nausea. At the foot of the Blazeridge Mountains they meet up with the two Blood warbands and formed a plan of attack for the few settlements of the ogres. To Basinti's relief the herbs for her nausea helped and she was able to focus on the mission.

By the third week of the mission Basinti started to feel the toll of combat and long nights of scouting. Her foot paws where sore and swelling as well as back cramps from the many nights watching from trees and over hangs on the ogre settlements. At the end of the third week there mission was completed and it was time to head back to the Black Citadel. The final week of trekking back was a whole new hell for Basinti as the nausea herbs where now depleted, her foot paws where raw and swollen, her back ached, and she was almost always hungry. After crossing the Brand she could see the Black Citadel and the end of the mission.

Once she and her warband got outside their living quarters, Theo called them in for a quick debriefing.

"Umber Warband form up! That means you too Basinti!" yelled Theo.

"I know this was a long and tough mission for our warband, but we did it and on top of that we really showed Blood the power of Ash. So as a reward you will get three days leave before we gather for any new missions. Enjoy your short break, band dismissed!" Theo barked.

"Basinti! A word please." called Theo as Basinti turned to leave to the comfort of her cot.

"How are you feeling? Ever since we crossed the Brand in the first week you been sick, and I could not help noticing the pain you been in since our first raid. I think you need to check in with the Ash Legion field medic and rest for the next three days. I can't have one of my sisters injured and sick while on active duty. I love you and would be devastated if something would happen to my little Basinti." Theo said in a motherly tone.

"Don't worry, I think I just ate some bad rations and worn out from the month of deployment. I will get checked out first thing in the morning, right after a shower and a nice nap." Basinti replied with a pained grin.

"Please Basinti, first thing in the morning. I will know if you tried to played 'tough' and skip out. I know your strong but that is not a battle you need to fight alone." as Theo grabbed Basinti and hugged her tight and then waved good bye as she headed out to give her report of the mission.

Without much delay she changed and headed into the showers with the rest of her warband. As she was showering one of her bandmates snuck up from behind and wrapped her arms around her. Surprised she looked to see who it was. It was her good friend, bandmate, and current female love interest Merria Umberfur.

"Oh Basinti, I love how your wet fur glistens' in the light of the dying sun. It's been far too long since we had a little alone time. I bet your all pent up, because I know I am." as Merria uses her right paw to stroke her belly, while her left paw slips down to Basinti's tender nethers.

"I find this highly unfair, you know I hate being pleasured from behind. You know I love seeing your bright blue eyes and your sexy black fur." Basinti giggled.

"But you have the best reactions from behind, plus it's easier to get you off from behind. You had plenty of time to look at me these last four weeks, and now it's time for action. My Basinti it seems you put on a bit of belly, maybe you should eat less of Gina's cooking." as she rubs the small harden lump of a belly on Basinti.

"Can't belive you called me fat, maybe I should leave now and deny you any more fun. Plus how can you say no to Gin'as cooking? If you don't ask for thirds then something is wrong with you." Basinti said with a slight laugh.

"Yah so is asking for fifths and sixths, you ate more than any Blood there. Even that idiot of a Blood Titaus Marrowbreaker, would not shut up about his many whelps that he sired. Still I would hate to see you get to large for me to hug and do this..." as she plunged two claws into Basinti's wet passageway, sending her into a shiver of pleasure.

After a quick session of tension relief, Marria left to finish unpacking and restock the warbands supplies. This left Basinti to finish up showering and look at her slight bump that was her cub to be. She stroked her belly thinking of how it will soon grow much larger and much harder to hid from her bandmates, especially her lover Marria.

Early the next day she headed to the medics outpost on the other side of the Citadel. It did not take long for the medic to know that she was carrying a cub within her and that it was the cause of all the discomfort for the last few weeks.

"You know I have to report this to your Legionnaire right? I have my orders too and it's in your best interest and the cubs. They have make calls based on the health of all there bandmates and knowing your Legionnaire she would castrate me for withholding this info." said the male medic as he was putting together a small kit for Basinti.

"Please I beg of you! Don't tell! She would cast me out of the warband if she finds out!" pleaded Basinti.

"Look, I seen some tough people like you lose cubs out there because they hid their pregnancy from there Legionnaire. All it takes is slash across the sternum and it's all over..." he said poking the exposed belly of Basinti.

"Now here is a kit I like to provide to help make the carrying of a cub easier. And don't worry you're not going to get kicked out of the warband over a silly vow. Trust me, I know Theo well enough that she would just beat you to an inch of your life and bring you here for me to patch up." he said with a slight laugh.

"Thanks... I guess... let's hope she just beats me up." she responded nervously.

The three days of rest passed to quickly for Basinti and the kit that the medic provide was very helpful. It was a blend of herbs and ointments that gave her relief from the early symptoms of pregnancy. Strangely enough Theo never approached Basinti about her pregnancy and all the missions she had where all the same ones she did normally. It was not till her third month in did Theo call her to a meeting alone while the rest of her warband where doing daily drills.

"Basinti, you know why I called you for this private meeting?" replied a straight faced Theo.

"I could only guess a number of things, one of them being a private session of 'personal' training." she said in a happy but nervous way.

"You would like that no? Sadly that is not the reason, it a bit more than that and you know why. So don't play with me and tell me why you did it, or tell me who forced himself on you so I can break his neck. You can't hid it from the others for much longer, they will know you missed your heat cycle and put the two together. Can you image the wrath of Merria finding out?" Theo said with a slight growl.

"It started during that one mission I killed my sire..." she tried to explain but was cut off.

"I know who your sire was, and it would not surprise me if your bearing his cub. I would of killed him for defiling my Basinti if you didn't all ready." Theo interrupted.

"It's not his cub, trust me he tried. The one that gave me the life inside of me was a fellow Ash and we found a common interest that was unexpected. He likes other male charr and that he was the one male I could stand being with. It was not till my last heat cycle that I needed him, and let me tell you. It took eleven shots of 'Firebawl' Whiskey to get him to even agree to giving me this cub. I am sorry to break the vow but I had to have his cub and the experience was something I never had before. He was not like any of the other males we deal with." said a crestfallen Basinti.

"Well I guess you will need to be punished for breaking the vow, and in front of the whole warband. I know just the punishment, you ready to accept the punishment?" she said with a slight grin, a grin that made Basinti shiver.

"Anything as long as I get to stay with the warband..." she started to weep.

"Good, how long was it when you last met the cub sire? What was his name?" Theo said with a command of authority.

"Haven't seen Romulas Deftclaw since the night he gave me a cub." she wept.

"I am sure his warband would be happy to have you. Anyway your punishment will be given out right after drills. You have till then to get ready." she said with a slight grin again.

"I... I will go pack..." as Basinti got up and headed over to her stuff to pack, trying not to cry.

Theo shook her head at the back of Basinti, now arched from her three month belly. She knew Basini ever since she was first brought to her fahrar, and never once did she cry or show any sadness. Basinti was in for a surprise later that day. For now she had to get a message quickly so that her "Punishment" would not go to waste.

After drills Theo had Basinti stand in the center of their shared living space, completely nude. Her belly stuck out over her waist and was for all to see. She watched as all her bandmates formed a circle around her and looked on with blank looks and ignoring her completely like she was not even there. She looked at Merria and she saw no hint of emotion in her face, which made her feel depressed. Once all her bandmates where in the room, Theo pulled out a roll of parchment.

"We are gathered her to bestow punishment on Basinti Umbercharm for breaking the vow of chastity. Her punishment will be given by each of her fellow bandmates till each one is satisfied in the punishment given. Then her fate as a bandmember shall then be determined by the Legionair and her fellow bandmates." Theo read out loud from the parchment.

"Do you Basinti wish to make any last pleas before you receive your punishment?" Theo said looking at Basinti.

"I am sorry for breaking the vow, but I will never be sorry for the life he gave me." sobbed Basinti.

"Then this punishment will be all the more fitting then. Merria Umberfur! You are the first to admit the proper punishment for our sister Basinti." Theo said as a command.

"Merria, I am so sorry..." Basinti said as Marria walked up to her.

"I am sure your sorry, but you don't need to be. Just to let you know, I am going to enjoy this... and so are you." she said with a slight giggle as she disrobed before Basinti.

"You been really naughty Basinti, and I LOVE it when you do NAUGHTY things." as Marria grabbed Basinti's paw and guided it into her now wet folds.

"Wha... what kind of punishment is this?" she yelped.

"The only one that we can do to show our support for you my lovely sister Basinti. We are going to 'Punish' you by having you satisfy each and every one of us. I hope it's a fair enough punishment for breaking such a silly vow." Theo said with a wide grin while disrobing herself.

Basinti saw the rest of her warband do the same and approach her, each grinning and ready to be serviced. That night was the best night Basinti ever had, even better then both nights she had with Romulas. By the end of the night she was covered in sweat and feminine juices of her bandmates. They all took turns rubbing her swollen belly, feeling the warmth of life inside all wishing they too broke the vow and where carrying cubs of their own.

It was not till late at night they stopped giving Basinti her "Punishment" and give their verdict on if she was to be part of the warband still. It was at that time a knock came at their door, and the rest got up to greet the visitor. Basinti got up and was shocked to see the charr standing in the door way, Romulas.

Romulas stepped nervously into the room nearly gagging on the strong sent of females. He took a look at Basinti and her nude body and belly covered in all manners of fluids.

"I see, so this is what you do for punishment for breaking vows. Glad it's different with my warband, then again it's not so much." he said with a slight laugh.

"Why are you here Romulas?" Basinti questioned.

"Ask you Legionnaire, she told me to come after sundown and see you. Something about how I have to see what wrought on her poor sister." he said with a nervous laugh.

"Well you did make have a belly, and the first few weeks where awful. You know how hard it is to pleasure yourself with a gut like this?" she pointed to her swollen belly.

"Well, that's what bandmates are for. Now come here and let me feel the belly that I made." he said with a smile.

"Why don't you come here and feel it. As you can see I am kind of tied up and a bit tired from all the 'punishment' I received." she said with a smile

"Fine, as long as I don't get jumped." he said with a grin.

It was agreed that night that Basinti would have to server out the rest of her pregnancy with both her warband and with Romulas. She gladly accepted the terms and spend the last four months with her ever growing belly with both her warband and Romulas. By her final month Basinti's belly looked like she was trying to smuggle a small cannon ball and it felt like one too. She had a hard time sitting up from how stiff her belly was, and her cub's kicks where getting more powerful. This was not at all how she thought of bearing a cub, the hard work, the pain, the pleasure, the closeness of her bandmates.

It was during a visit from Romulas at her living quarters late at night that she felt a strange sensation and a sudden wetness at her crotch and a gushing of fluids. Almost immediately she doubled over in pain as she felt the cub shift lower in her belly.

"Uhg! It hurts! Why does giving life hurt so much!" she responded.

"Wait so the cub is on its way?" he replied puzzled.

"No, it the cannon ball I been lugging around for seven months. Yes, it the cub you addlebrained jerk." she bitched back.

The sound of Basinti in pain was enough to wake her bandmates and her pet Eggar, who then rushed over to help Basinti, while Eggar called out "The end is nigh!" over and over.

"Hey, you where the one that wanted this." he responded.

"I swear after this cub comes out I will make you carry him or her for the next seven months" she snipped back.

She then screamed in pain, feeling her inside contract painfully. With some help from her bandmates she was able to make it over to her cot and lay down as she went deeper into labor. After an hour of pain, sweat, tears, and threats of gutting Romulas she gave birth to a healthy female cub.

"She looks so fuzzy, so small, so like you Basinti." Romulas said with a big smile.

"No, not like me. Like us, she has your eyes and ears." she purred as the two charr embrace there new cub.

"So you up for a second cub then?" he said as a joke and then she punched him in the snout hard enough to make her point.

"You kidding, one is enough for me. This is our special cub and she will grow up as a great charr." said Basinti smiling to her new cub.