Gordian Knot
Half Man, Half Animal, All Dumb
- Joined
- Nov 29, 2018
His second bargain caused a vastly different reaction from the first, with her soft and cheery laugh cutting through the dreadful airs of the dungeon. "Well, if our daring escape were to succeed, I could throw in the Wulfen mating free of charge," he sweetened the deal further with a smirk of his own. While their opinions and outlooks on life differed, he felt that they could find a common ground between them and not only by the merit of being beastfolk, even if of distinct races and cultures. If only had they met under different circumstances...
He snarled at her worries. "I've had my share of encounters with Ferrotani soldiers and guards. I would manage." A bold statement, but built upon the experience of dozens battles against the empire. With element of surprise, he could claw his way out of he dungeon and through the chambers leading outside. The temptation of going after the Vizier himself was strong, but from what Myrri said, the chances of reaching his chambers were even lower than a successful escape. However, her mention of archers did sour his expression. He was neither a rock nor a hare, so he could not withstand nor outrun a hail of arrows coming his way. It would all down come down to his guts and instincts.
"Maybe you're right though — maybe it would be worth more than just a couple of lines. Perhaps even a verse or two." If he had enough luck to become a warchief, then he'd be lucky enough to tackle the gauntlet and survive to tell the tale. He had to be.
"Every scar tells a story," he agreed with her words, but couldn't continue as she sultry turned her entire body to face him, giving him a lovely view of her delicious front. With her dress still around her waist, Einhard's steely blue gaze slid down from her golden eyes to her exposed chest, as if drawn by unseen force. The exotic appearance of his captor pulled him in like a vortex. It was first in his life seeing a Felin — and Myrri — bare her breasts before him. The gentle curves formed by her chest, waist and hips made him clench his jaw, trying to rein in his excitement. A futile effort, as his manhood — given time to rest and assisted by aphrodisiac's effects — was slowly but steadily regaining its vigor, the pommel at its base back to its normal size. Saliva gathered in his mouth at the mere thoughts of his tongue running across that silky skin and his fangs nibbling at the hardening nipples.
Trying to remain unaffected by her charms, he answered her questions. He jiggled his right leg against his bonds, bringing attention to the round scar on his thigh. "My first duel after coming of age. Won, even with a spear puncturing my leg." He turned his head to the right, showing off a short but thick line plowing through his fur, right where his left shoulder met his neck. "A stray shot during my first battle with the Ferrotani. Shattered right through my shield." Turning his head back, he nodded at his left side. "That one you know. Payback for the guard's fingers."
He snarled at her worries. "I've had my share of encounters with Ferrotani soldiers and guards. I would manage." A bold statement, but built upon the experience of dozens battles against the empire. With element of surprise, he could claw his way out of he dungeon and through the chambers leading outside. The temptation of going after the Vizier himself was strong, but from what Myrri said, the chances of reaching his chambers were even lower than a successful escape. However, her mention of archers did sour his expression. He was neither a rock nor a hare, so he could not withstand nor outrun a hail of arrows coming his way. It would all down come down to his guts and instincts.
"Maybe you're right though — maybe it would be worth more than just a couple of lines. Perhaps even a verse or two." If he had enough luck to become a warchief, then he'd be lucky enough to tackle the gauntlet and survive to tell the tale. He had to be.
"Every scar tells a story," he agreed with her words, but couldn't continue as she sultry turned her entire body to face him, giving him a lovely view of her delicious front. With her dress still around her waist, Einhard's steely blue gaze slid down from her golden eyes to her exposed chest, as if drawn by unseen force. The exotic appearance of his captor pulled him in like a vortex. It was first in his life seeing a Felin — and Myrri — bare her breasts before him. The gentle curves formed by her chest, waist and hips made him clench his jaw, trying to rein in his excitement. A futile effort, as his manhood — given time to rest and assisted by aphrodisiac's effects — was slowly but steadily regaining its vigor, the pommel at its base back to its normal size. Saliva gathered in his mouth at the mere thoughts of his tongue running across that silky skin and his fangs nibbling at the hardening nipples.
Trying to remain unaffected by her charms, he answered her questions. He jiggled his right leg against his bonds, bringing attention to the round scar on his thigh. "My first duel after coming of age. Won, even with a spear puncturing my leg." He turned his head to the right, showing off a short but thick line plowing through his fur, right where his left shoulder met his neck. "A stray shot during my first battle with the Ferrotani. Shattered right through my shield." Turning his head back, he nodded at his left side. "That one you know. Payback for the guard's fingers."