Beggars Can't Be Choosers - Chapter Nine -
Story by Cederwyn Whitefurr on SoFurry
Lord Kalais is torn by his grief and suffering at what he done with Katelyn last night, his emotions overcoming him and leaving him wracked with guilt and shame. Katelyn decides on her own accord, to take matters into her own hands - and reveal a side of herself her beloved Master never knew existed...
Beggars Can't Be Choosers
Chapter Nine
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
14th March, 2020
All Rights Reserved.
Listening to Katelyn's sobbing voice, made his own bitter tears well in his eyes, as he soothingly stroked her mane and held her gently. He had no words, nothing that would ease her terror and pain – not without taking everything away from her...
*
For hours, he lay with her, until at last the Filly, now a maiden no more, cried herself to sleep. As gently as he could, he shied away from her, then placed a paw lightly on her shoulder and whispered under his breath – using only a small amount of his magicks, he put her into a deep and he prayed, a restful sleep.
Sliding a light robe over his naked body, he headed to the door and the emerald green runes vanished as he waved his paw at it, before she slipped out and moved with purpose and intent through his sprawling mansion. His servants had cleaned up, the night time candles and torches were lit, but he had no need of them as he knew his mansion inside out.
Holding himself together, his guilt, fear and shame tearing at him worse than a wolf pack, he stepped through a iron bound door and out into the luxurious garden. Here, the cold night air frosted his breath, as he wrung his paws and began to let out his suppressed emotions, in this private garden.
Great sobs were torn from his chest, as the tears ran unimpeded down his muzzle, to dip onto the ground. He sank onto a marble bench, then clutched his head in his paws and wept unashamedly.
How could he allow his more baser, primitive emotions to gain ascendancy over him?
In all his years, he'd never done such, with many of his male partners – he had prided himself on his self control, his gentleness and his genuine love and affection for them.
Yet he had done something he promised himself would never happen – now – he had no idea how to make things right again – or even if he could...
*
Katelyn awoke with a start, then winced and tenderly caressed her thighs, before she felt the sticky combination of her masters gift and her own blood. Her groin ached and she moaned softly as she rolled over then crawled on her knees and paws to the edge of the bed. Nausea roiled and curled in her stomach, fighting the almost irresistible urge from her bladder.
“Master?” Katelyn moaned, as she glanced around the quiet, dimly lit bedchamber.
Silence greeted her.
Sliding from the bed, she whimpered softly and cautiously made her way into the small but functional water closet where she quickly relieved herself and hurriedly dressed in her discarded clothing. Her hooflets drummed against the door as she fumbled with it, before the lock bolt slid home and allowed her egress from his bedchambers.
“Hello? Anyone?” Katelyn called out, eyes wide and ears flat in fear.
Should she remain in his chambers? Should she leave? Indecision seized her, before a weak scent caught her nostrils and compelled her to follow. Her cloven hooves clicked against the marble floor as she followed the meandering path until she came to the iron bound door that led to her masters private gardens.
Placing one ear against it, she heard a loud thudding sound, and her nervousness grew before she put her shoulder to the door and pushed it open. Almost instantly, the noise grew louder and she blinked, her eyes widening in fear.
Lord Kalais was beating his antlered head against a large, majestic oak, whose bark was splintering and cracking.
“Master!” Katelyn squealed, as she ran to him.
With a final savage lunge, Lord Kalais slammed his head against the oak again, this time his antlers snapped and were twisted cruelly off his head, falling to the ground with a thud as he crumpled to his knees and wept in shame and guilt.
“Master, please...don't - “ Katelyn wailed, as she ran to him and wrapped her paws around his beck and held him. “Please, stop this madness...”
He trembled from ears to ankles, before he brayed with a cry of such feral like suffering, Katelyn thought it'd surely tear his heart out and dash it into the cold, uncaring ground.
“Stupid, useless, arrogant whelp of a mis-born fawn!” Lord Kalais' choking voice come to her ears. “How could I pretend to know what I was doing...”
“Master, please...” Katelyn begged, as she slid around his font, then knelt over his thighs and gently lifted his head up to look into his tightly closed eyes. “Let me help you...”
“Stupid, selfish, arrogant...” He started again, his paws curling inwards, hooflets starting to dig into the flesh of his palms.
“No...please!” Katelyn pleaded, her own tears sliding down her muzzle, as she pulled his head against her shoulder and hugged him as tightly as she could manage. “Master, it – it wasn't...”
“I've never laid with a young woman – any – woman, before!” Lord Kalais wailed, as he crushed her tight, his grief giving him a strength that he'd never known. “I had no self control, no...understanding of what...”
Realisation spread across Katelyn's muzzle, as her eyes widened and she swallowed nervously, timidly placing her splayed out fingers on his back and trying to both comfort and draw comfort from, her masters body.
“I never - “ Lord Kalais began, then his breath caught in his throat as he bit down on his tongue. “Forgive me, if you can, my dearest servant – for what I promised you it would be like, I broke that promise to you, and for this, I am eternally sorry for my own lack of discipline and self control.”
Katelyn leaned back, resting her paws on his shoulders, before she sniffled and tenderly touched her nose against his, holding his tear filled eyes fixated with her own.
“I - “ Katelyn began, as she struggled to find the words, knowing just how badly her Master was hurting for what he'd done to her. “I forgive you, master. I know your personal desires, lay not with one such as I. You...hurt me, and frightened me – yet I know you acted out of love and gentleness for me, it is for this reason, I absolve you of your guilt – for it was an act of love and you can not be blamed for your accidental lack of self control.”
“You don't - “ Lord Kalais began, but she placed a paw lightly on his muzzle.
“I do not pretend to understand that which you experience, Master, for we are not even of the same kind. I can not begin to imagine, how it must feel to you, nor can I imagine how your mind must perceive it felt to me. I know your taste in partners does not include one's such as I, it is not my place to judge you, for you are my Lord and Master, in this, I am content.”
Sniffling, he blinked away his tears, before he licked lightly at her palm that was held over his muzzle and nose. Katelyn removed her paw, placing it back on his shoulder, but she kept her gaze fixated on him, and held him transfixed by it. Gently, she licked his forehead, then locked eyes on him again, as she whispered softly and touched him between his ears with her ivory horn.
He felt something wash over him, that left him paralysed, as his eyes widened in shock and disbelief. He couldn't even speak, as she touched him again, then as she closed her eyes and seemed to concentrate, the intense wash of magicks flooded him.
“You've forgotten Master - “ Katelyn murmured as a weak smile spread over her muzzle. “We Unicorn's have our own magicks...now...”
She touched him a third time – and consciousness fled from his mortal shell...
*
Lord Kalais woke late the following day, lying in his wide, goose-down filled bed. He moaned softly and touched his head, shaking it slowly from side to side as he struggled back to full consciousness. He cast his mind back, trying to remember something but it was gone, only the faintest suggestion of a memory lingered and he sat up and shook his head again.
“What...” He mumbled, his hooflets clacking against his antlers.
Fragmented memories flew past his inner eye, as he tried to grasp them, but they come and went faster than even his mental grasp could catch. He remembered the scent of flowers and incense and...even that fragmented and vanished as he mentally groped for it.
Sliding his legs off the edge of the bed, his cloven hooves sank into the soft rug and he stood up, grasping one of the banister posts of the bed a his legs trembled like those of a newborn fawn. Sitting back down, he felt a strange sensation wash over him as he took several moments to gather the strength to stand.
As naked as the day he'd been fawned, he stood back up and leaned heavily against the banister, before he shuddered and hobbled over to the basin of water and quickly splashed his face in its cold embrace.
Even this failed to fully awaken him, as he slipped on a light robe and stepped from the bedroom and into the main hallway. Servants busied themselves with various jobs and tasks, bowing deferentially to the Stag who paused every half dozen paces to place a paw against the wall, his hooflets quivering.
“What...happened to me...” Lord Kalais murmured.
“Milord?” Squeaked a young human girl, who was sweeping the hall with a crude broom.
Glancing at her, Lord Kalais' eyes were wide and confused, before he waved a paw negligently and she nodded and returned to her task. He made his way to the main hall, where he crumpled into his chair and rested his elbows on the table, his head clutched in his paws.
For several moments, he sat in silence, confused, bewildered and almost feeling like he didn't know who or even where he was. His thoughts were scrambled and confusing, nothing felt like he had control over himself and his environment. As a bowl was placed before him, he squealed and visibly jumped.
“Master, I did not mean to startle you so!” Katelyn moaned, as she dropped her gaze and stepped back six paces.
He blinked at her, his eyes narrowing in confusion, before he shuddered and smiled weakly.
“Katelyn, forgive me young one – I'm not myself this morning” Lord Kalais murmured, as he looked down at the bowl of fresh vegetables and assorted fruits.
Frowning, Katelyn shook her head gently. “Master, I mean no disrespect, but it is in fact mid-afternoon.”
“It...I never sleep past dawn...” Lord Kalais grunted, as he picked through the bowl for his favourite fruit. “What...happened?”
“My lord?” Katelyn asked, her eyes narrowing in a frown. “You retired well past the evening meal, I asked if there was anything you desired, then left you in your bed.”
Lord Kalais rubbed his head softly, then frowned in confusion. He never picked up through scent or word, that Katelyn, for the first time in her life, had lied to him...
To Be Continued...