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Chamorus the Cat

Chamorus the Cat

Super-Earth
Joined
Nov 1, 2010
The rain had been rather steady for a time now. Not hard, not cold, just unrelenting and wet. Sharess' cloak was heavy and wet, though the seal hide lining kept her dry. Her mount was not so lucky; the surefooted dreadsaber, a beastly huge jaguar, was soaked. They crested a ridge of lush forest floor. Finally, the Great Road, which connected most of humanity's split kingdoms, was in view. The dreadsaber shook the rain from itself, but Shar kept in the saddle like she was born to it, the way an old salt kept his feet aboard any ship, even in the harshest of storms.

"There," she said, pointing for her charge. The woman in tow was a hostage, more or less; a ward, exchanged from her kingdom to the other, to be a 'guest' at the human's table, to insure the policies set out by the peace treaty the two peoples had struck. It rankled Shar to no end to stop the fight. In the end, though, bending the knee to the humans was the only way to make sure that the forests would survive, and Sharess was a loyal knight. Bright, silvery eyes turned to the road ahead. Shar urged the mount with a squeeze, pushing her knees into the beast's ribs; it seemed to know her desires, moving into an easy gait alongside the road.

"This was supposed to be impressive," Shar said, sulking as usual. The road was nearly twenty feet wide, paved with stone and smoothed cement. It was a useless thing to the kaldorei; their siege engines could be carried in a fashion that was almost compact; their people moved over hills and through forests like shadows; no matter how she tried to hide it, imagining the structured march of the humans on this paved road was daunting. Plus, her mount didn't like it at all, save for the scent of horses.

"My lady," she said, not even bothering to make sure that her ward had come out of the forest unscathed, "about a day's ride more and we'll be at the castle," she announced.
 
"Another day of watching that ass bounce? You're too kind." Luna replied as she followed closely. She rode a particularly muscular male Panther and scratched him behind the ears, patting his side. She enjoyed the feel of it's muscles rippling and moving between her legs and beneath it's fur as it romped through the trees. She was in her adventuring outfit and would have to change when they arrived at the castle. Apparently it isn't fit for a lady to waltz about the castle in a skin tight leather leotard with thigh high leggings and long gloves. Instead she had to pick many dresses, one of which had a large wire frame to create a bell shape. She took that one because when she saw it Luna had a vision of dancing at a party as a midget stayed under her dress and pleased her.

She whipped her head, throwing her black hair about, though it didn't really help and she just got more wet hair matted to her face. She refused to wear anything but her outfit, ESPECIALLY when it's raining, "I look hot all wet." She had told them, and none of them argued. Mostly because she had slept with all the men that packed for her, and they didn't want to risk upsetting her at all, in case she ever came back. She enjoyed the rain anyway, possible consequences be damned. Nothing like a shower on her face to make her smile.

"We setting up camp, or riding through the night?" She asked, patting the Panther again she spoke into his ear, "You can go further, can't you Rose?" she scratched the fur under it's neck and rubbed her face on the top of it's head, "Can't you can't you?" She spoke as if to an infant to the massive feline that was not named Rose. She had decided to call it that.
 
The woman was full of herself, just as nobility should be. With her back to the wanton wench, she grit those sharp teeth together. It was an honor, they had told her, to look after the ward in the human's castle. She would need staunch allies, certainly, to even survive in the cutthroat world of the nobility. Still, the thought of watching her hang by a noose was a comforting thought to Shar, even if it likely meant she'd suffer a similar fate. Still, if they gave her a final request, she'd ask to go last, so that she could watch the stupid cunt dance the jig.

"I mean to go until we get there. Humans are filth and their van has yet to arrive. There will be no protection for us until we join up with them." She hawked and spit. "Imbecilic. Trusting humans to protect us from other humans." The rain had let up just enough now that she felt she could pull the cowl back from her head. She was pretty, for a hard-jawed, broke-nose bitch. Well, perhaps not pretty, but regal. The horizontal scar across her cheek gave her a dangerous look, too, if her snarling banter and sneers didn't do that already.

Around the time that the sun had properly set, they arrived. Though they saw the humans' fires from miles, it wasn't until their mounts were within a few bounds of the guards that anyone noticed them. Ignoring protocol, it was Sharess that announced them.

"I am Sharess," she said in their horrible tongue of the humans. "This is Ma-" she cleared her throat, forgetting the human customs for a moment. "I am the bond-knight of Lady Luneandra Airith, from the Court of Nur Shadneen." Two guards remained as one ran to fetch someone more important. In time, a lordly gent came about.

He was big and loud, wearing his gilded armor. He was in his third decade, Shar guessed, having studied the folk and their language in order to do battle with them. He was big, like a bear, almost, with similar brown hair. He wore his beard short.

"Welcome, Lady Luneandra," he said, arms open. Shar didn't want to admit it, but her grip tightened on the short sword on her hip as he came walking out past his camp guards.
 
Luna waved back, hardly look like royalty in her leather and riding a Panther. She swung a leg up and off, the animal stayed at her side as it was trained to, "Hello good sir!" Luna answered, speaking the Human Language as well, "Our mounts require care, would you be so kind to have your men serve them?" She asked politely.

Luna must have been much different than they expected. No doubt they thought a beautifully dressed maiden, meek yet strong, would come riding in. Instead a smiling woman showing off an awful lot of purple with her wardrobe choice, riding bare back on a Panther. Her hair a Raven black also, not the usual flowing white locks of royalty. Trying to keep as she spoke and not be vulgar, though all she could think about was how much stamina the bearded man would exhibit in bed.
 
Fullplate clinked and scraped as Shar slipped gracefully from the saddle. A snarl at one of the men who then had the misfortune of finding enough meat for the mounts and she was away. Shar knew that lecherous look, watching as Luna left with the bear-man.

Lord Andal, as he had called himself, was gruff company, but he had his wits. He told a good bawdy tale or two and the men around him laughed freely, rather than forced. A table and chairs were sat up in his tent. Tent, bah, she thought. It's as big as a house. First course was a cool cucumber soup; next came quail, stuffed with nuts; then venison;finally, a whipped cream for dessert, white as snow. The wine flowed in the human lands; this one, a blood red, was sharp and strong.

Shar ate little bits of each while she watched the large man flirt with the ward.
 
Luna drank like a glutton, showing little restraint and acting very free. She had not changed yet, so all the men in the room enjoyed the show as she bubbled and jiggled, enjoying the man's stories, soon other men were recounting some tales of their own. Andal showed obvious interest, and this flattered Luneandra, who did nothing to stop him from entertaining fantasies.

Honestly the wine wasn't having too much effect. She had a strong tolerance and it took a lot more to get her drunk. She had more focus on the food than the drink, taking great quantities and especially enjoying large chunks of the meat, as the visual euphemism pleased her immensely. As the night progressed, and the Lord Andal and his men became more drunk, she finally asked the man, "So tell me," She began, "The Tale of Lord Andal's greatest victory in the arena of lust." She grinned ear to ear. She knew that if her Mother heard her ask this at what was technically a formal banquet, she would have a heart attack.
 
Lord Andal laughed. "Well, methinks that's actually gonna be tonigh'," he slurred, deep in his cups already. He reached out and grabbed a breast. Sharess nearly had his hand, but something stopped her at the last moment; some signal or whisper or something. She didn't quite know what had snuffed that red lust then, but she was thankful. Killing those whom shared their food and drink with you? Even the kaldorei agreed with the humans; it was simply abominable.

Andal's hand, rough as it was, squeezed Luna's breast, his thumb working at the nipple through the leather. He made a rumbling sound, almost a growl, but both elves knew it was a pleased sound. Shar sat back down, watching the two, disgusted... but yet, when watching that breast mold to the contours of his palm and fingers, she did feel a stir.
 
Luna put her hand on his first, then took hold of his hand and removed it slowly, laughing playfully, "Oh, so sure of yourself, hmm? But first you must whet my appetite," She sucked his forefinger for a second then smiled, "Come now Andal, enchant me with a tale of your sexual prowess. And get us another round of wine!" She ended on a rousing shout, holding up her glass triumphantly. The men cheered, happy to drink as much of The Lord's supply of Wine that they could.
 
"Alright, alright," he said, to calm the masses of shouting men. Sharess' ears twitched. The loud, noisy tent was getting stuffy. Too much hot air. She didn't wait to excuse herself, merely slipping off to one corner to brood. Andal took a deep drink of his wine and laughed.

"'Twas a dark night when I met the maid 'twould be my wife," he said. A violin began to play, dark and moody. This was apparently a favorite tale, as the men shushed and hawed until everyone was quiet. Then, he continued. "I was drunk off 'a some dwarfish brew, I was. This lady fair kept sittin' her wide bottom in me lap and eventually, as any man would, I told her to find me in the woods. So I excuse meself and get up, tellin' the lads I got to drain the lizard.

Weren't more an fifteen minutes later, I'm in the pitch black, lookin' fer my cock and wheres I wanted to stick it, when I kicks somethin' solid on the ground a'fore my feet. That's when I hear her. She makes the sweetest call out to me. She's already naked and hot fer ol' Andal." The violin's purr became something softer and gentler, as though the lord would simply lay with a woman, instead of fucking her stupid.

"Oh, how she squealed! She squirmed neath me and bit at my neck when I'd let 'er loose, but never for long. Oh, she screamed fer my cock! When I'd finished, I fell asleep, naked, right there underneath them trees with my beloved. I woke up sore, in more than one place, right? I turn over, ready to give her a nice fuck, and I'm starin' at this wild hog!" The men laughed, throwing their heads back at the tale.

"The bites on m' neck was where she'd slammed me with her tusks! I gots the scars to prove it!" More laughter. Men were wiping the tears from their eyes and catching their breath.
 
Luna watched Sharess move away and made note. She didn't act on it at all, listening to Andal's tale, making sure to seem very intent and interested. Usual Boast Buster, she had heard better, and worse, but better told. You'd be surprised how well a troll can make even the most repulsive sexual fantasies sound appealing with some clever speech-craft.

Luneandra applauded with the rest of them, drinking plenty. She decided to call him on it, "Well then, let's see the scars!" She cheered. Leading the crowd once again the men roared in agreement, going along with whatever Luna said.
 
The men roared with laughter and Andal pulled the collar of his jerkin down to show off a pair of ragged, ugly scars that ran down the side of his neck, near the jugular, and across his collar bones. He chuckled, but it was sure to be some sort of prank or something. Shar had never seen the effects of a boar's attacks, but she'd seen dull blades deal similar cuts.

"So, now that you've had your story, does that mean I can have the pleasure of you?" he asked with a crooked, confident smile. He had the air of nobility about him, a charisma that was born from growing up with someone else cleaning your shit out of the chamber pot. Still, it was intoxicating, a large man being so unabashedly crude.
 
She smiled right back, a lovely thing, but not one that communicated any sort of consent as of yet, "I've not made it a habit of going into bed chambers blind. I would need to examine the man's tool, before I allowed him to get to work." She said, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms in a way that pushed her already protruding breasts up and out.
She had not bought the Swine bit much either, scars or no scars. Still, this amused her, and she would play along, until she gave in or decided to leave him hanging.
 
The large man was no one to trifle with. He wouldn't let a woman call his bluff easily. "Aye, lads, look at this one; cocksure as she can be. Has me strippin' off me tunic and me pants 'fore we even made it to the bed!" Another hearty laugh went up from them all, but when it came down to it when he pushed his chair back and began unlacing his breeches, everyone groaned in dismay and found somewhere else to be, save for those too drunk and eager to see her reaction. There was still a crowd by the time he'd pulled it out and let it slap against the table. Thick and long, even when flaccid, he held it proudly like a cudgel.

That had been too much, though; Shar began to stride over, hand on the shortsword. Somewhere, a boar should be thankful.

"Lookit that!" someone called out, "Even the other wench wanted a gander!" some peasant called out. No swords could be drawn at the table, but gods be damned if she'd let them make a mockery of her, too! Shar slammed her forehead into the nearest soldier's face, the forehead protector making someone's nose go crunch as it made contact. Fist-fighting several others, she made her way out of the tents.

"By the gods, your wenches fight like wildcats!" Andal said appreciatively, cock in hand.
 
The Night Elf smiled, nodding and clapping, "You would put many an Orc to shame." She declared, knowing from experience. Wasn't exactly true, but he had impressive size, to be sure. She shook her head, "I am sorry, but I am unfit and unworthy! Such a large thing could never fit into a dainty thing like me." She also claimed, which was completely untrue.

Seeing her Warden leave, she stood herself, "I am sorry, but by law I must stay with my companion. I bid you all goodnight, Gentlemen! You certainly know how to treat a lady." She winked and began walking, following Shar.
 
Shar should have been there to slap her. She'd just refused, after making him do so much. Andal's welcome smile melted away, bit by bit as realization sank in. "I see. So... You thought to mock me, this entire time?" he asked. Luna was the same height as Lord Andal; claiming something so preposterous was folly. He stood and Luna's audience melted away. The musician held his instrument in place, as if he'd frozen solid, watching with a neutral expression.

He stood, packing his impressive cock back into his breeches.

"You make a fool out of me to get me between your legs and then you close up tight. Aye, I see now. I see plain. You fucking drow are every bit as deceitful and evil as they say. I'd ask that you leave my gallery, my lady; we're done."

He'd dismissed her like that, using that awful slur.
 
Luna halted, "Perhaps I could appease you some other way, My Lordship?" She offered, sounding as humble and regretful as possible, "but I cannot be without my companion, if you wish to come with me, I pray I might please you in my own tent." She looked in him the eyes, hoping he would accept.
 
"You and yours have ate and drank at my table! You would call us honorless! This will not stand! I will not have you mock me and mine!" he roared after her. Andal seemed a tad... upset. It was, after all, a rather cruel cockblock.
 
She rubbed her hands together in apprehension. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to lead on those who had power and not deliver. Luna figured it would not help her standing if the Nobleman bringing her to the Castle had his ego hurt by her, she'd have to make it up, and make it up big. She returned to his feet on her knees, "You speak truth, my lordship, this was wrong of me. I enjoyed a jest at your expense and this was the act of a foolish girl. I am will accept your price for my actions, but I must say again. I cannot be without my companion!"
 
It didn't take long for Shar to have "her presence requested by his lord". When she walked into the tent, he found both of them; her ward and the human. What was going on? Shar looked between the two of them. This certainly... didn't seem to be about the trouble she'd caused earlier.

"Might I ask what this is about?" Shar asked. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

"Alright, she's here," he said, gruffly, to the kaldorei who had so faithfully promised herself to the lord. His face was still set in a stony scowl, but it'd take only moments for that to change...

"Beg pardon, but what is going on?" Shar asked again, with more demand. It seemed more pointed at Luna this time, since Lord Andal seemed in no mood to answer.
 
"Thank you, My Lord, what might I do to smooth our relationship now? I submit myself to your service." She didn't answer Shar either, keeping her attention on Andal. Luna was hoping that if she was probably going to have to have sex with the human, maybe Shar would join in or be roped in some how. Slim chance, but it would be zero chance if she was not around. A couple days of riding behind her has had Luna lusting over that body something terrible.
But first things first, and she awaited an answer from Andal, wondering what it is he would demand of her.
 
Andal looked at the elf, back on her knees in his own tent. The carpet was soft beneath her knees. "You get to unlace my breeches this time, wench," he said, that gruff voice still angry. "And you'll fuck me with your mouth, since you work so well with it." Spiteful, he looked up to Shar, those dangerous eyes narrowed. They twitched and relaxed some as he thought of how she had fought against the men for sullying her honor. "I'll not ask you, maid; your head costs a man too much blood!" he said.

"If our maidens fought for their hymen the way yours do, we'd have far fewer rapists," he growled down at Luna. Shar looked lost as to what she should do. "Might as well find yourself a place to sit and get comfortable." With a confused stare, Shar moved to one of the comfortable cushioned chairs in the tent and took her seat.
 
Luneandra on her knees did as she was told. She undid the knot and unlaced them, pulling them down and wrapping her mouth around the head of his flaccid dick. She began sucking the tip, needing him hard for her to give a proper blow job. She put her hands on his hips, holding onto him as she began using her mouth to please the man.
 
That length grew thicker and longer with each soft touch of lips and tongue. He grunted appreciatively, running his hands through her dark hair. "Aye, that's much better... Much happier with something between those lips, are you?" he asked with a chuckle. As big as he'd been flaccid, he should be proud when he was hard, knitted with veins. That meaty shaft throbbed for attention, hot and hard in her mouth.

Shar averted her eyes, turning her head away from their act. Neither of them had any shame! She felt her face heat up as she blushed, hot steam rising up to her ears whenever she looked over there. She squeezed her thighs together, watching the shaft become slick with spit.
 
The Elf focused with single minded dedication. She began bobbing her head, taking in much of his length as she sucked and ran her tongue all around the shaft. She would let her bottom teeth glide along his shaft whenever she pulled back and go a little bit further whenever she moved her head forward. She never halted the sucking. Gripping his waist she began going faster.
 
Andal bellowed like a bear as she began to work him. That hard cock continued to throb in her mouth, beads of spit trailing down his length and collecting on his fuzzy balls. He continued to stroke his hand through her hair, his fingertips lazily trailing over her scalp. "That's it," he whispered out and Sharess nearly lost her meal. The man was no lord; he was scum like the rest. Like Luna. She turned away, wishing she'd been allowed another knight. The two of them could play on the elaborate chess table the man had dragged with him.

No wonder they were so far behind. She tried to tune out the sounds of Luna busy with the cock in her mouth. The sound of Andal grunting in pleasure. Andal's cock jerked, depositing a thick, clear glob of precum into her mouth. "Watch those teeth," he grunted.
 
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