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A Promise

Sacrahlicous

Sacrahlicous

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Oct 25, 2010
Kivah Could still here the raging war around them. Bombs exploding, the earth trembling beneath them from the impact. Her heart raced through her chest. But still nothing would take her mind off the news of the death of her Fiance, her beloved. She looked up at the messenger her eyes, a deep Amber lost within a sea of tears. Her breathing erratic as she fought the urge to break down completely. Her Lynx Like feline ears were pinned back against her feline dome. Her eyes closing, sending a roll of tears along her soft furred cheeks.

"Thank you.For telling me" She said in a soft hushed voice, her battle with her emotion losing. One could tell by the small tremor of her voice.

She heard the messenger apologies as he took his leave from her. Though there was that silence. Pain stricken silence. Slowly she went to her feet, her leather pants tight against her slender legs. Her tail normally lively hung still, even as she turned. She wore a tight fitting top. Which accented her curves, and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. A whole year she prayed. A whole year with no word from him. Nothing.

In the silence she turned, the weight of it heavy upon her as she took to her bed. Flinging herself on the semi plush mattress, the barrier keeping her from breaking down coming undo as she spilt out the pain of the loss. She cried for what seemed like hours. Her eyes drained, and burned. She didn't want to feel anything again, nothing ever again. And with that last thought she drifted into a sleep. weary and emotionally drained.


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Days Passed and still nothing changed for her. War still brewed heavily as the canine forces pushed at the boundaries. She kept to herself, in the dark of the house as she turned away every visitor. Alone, thats what she truly was now. She thought as she gazed to the fire which burned within her hands. Cold, yet warm against the soft furs of her pawed hands.She Had been, and still was a well respected mage of the village. Still young, and rather petite yet every inch feminine. many underestimated her. And that was their down fall.

Kivah cursed to herself. She should of been there with him. She could of helped him and he would still be alive. But no. They wouldn't allow it. Saying she wasn't ready. Even then she was strong, sure still new to the arts. But her gift was natural, she merely needed to learn to control the elements that danced within her herself. She would of still been able to save him. In her mind she was set on that.
 
Iblis was not new to the martial arts. He carried an axe and swung at easily as a child would throw a stick. Born second in line he was a fiercce warrior, second only to his brother Durandel. The news arrived as he trained several recruits. He had opted to stay behind to help defend the small village promising his brother to watch over thier home. While both had lost thier parents young the two had carved out thier own home here. Not an easy feat for a pair of tiger refugees. Durandel had even found a prospective wife. A lynx mage. Iblis did not begrudge his brother, even though they both had become fond of her she had chosen and Iblis respected his brother far too much to let his jealousy ruin his brother's joy.

Iblis stood tall and well muscled covered in an assortment of scale and platemail cobbled together to fit his large frame. It had been a year since he had heard from his brother and while he was busy training new recruits he had written often seeking his brother's advice on many occasions. However when the soldiers arrived carrying Durandel's sword Iblis was shocked. His brother had been a mountian, an immovable object of strenght and support. His mind flashed to Kivah and for a second an ocean of rage swelled within in him. War had taken his only remaining family. First his sister, then mother, and now his brother. He accepted the massive blade asking only a single question,
"Did he die well?"
The soldiers bowed thier heads in respect,
"He was killed holding off an advance from the other side. He saved a dozen men." Iblis held back all of his fury and sorrow, instead honing it deep into his mind, concentrating on how to best use it for later.
He dismissed them and looked at the blade. It was a masterpiece crafted from iron and steel, forged by the best lynx smiths and blessed by Kivah herself. He realized it was a much as hers as it was his. He sheathed it and began the long walk to her home, his own heart a lodestone in his chest.

Arriving midday he gently knocked on the door, trying his best to smother the malestorm of emotions. He needed to be strong, if not for himself but for Kivah as well.
 
When he came she lifted her head to gaze over to the closed door. Staring at it. She didn't know whether she should answer. to call out to allow them in. She went to lower her head as she gazed at a 12 point buck trophy. She remembered when he had brought it home, her and her love, as well his his younger brother. The night was full of laughter, and cheer. They feasted and drank.

There was another knock as she released a small sigh. So desperately wanting to be left to her grief. She stood to her small soft padded feet and went to the door. Pulling it open to find herself staring up at Iblis. He held the sword her father had made., and her lips had placed a kiss of blessing from herself. Nears swelled further more into her eyes which close as she fought with herself to keep strong.

"Come in" She said softly "Can I get you anything" She was trying to be strong. And her walls were quickly crumbling down. She had turned away from him. As she allowed him in.

Flash backs burned brightly within her memory of when she first met the brothers a few years back. orphans, with no place to go. She had to beg the chief to allow them safe haven, to allow them refuge. She was happy that he allowed them to stay.

"You've heard of course"She said in a soft whisper turning to gaze up at Iblis with her Tear filled Amber eyes
 
When she answered Iblis felt the same rush of emotions he felt since they day they had met. However seeing her like this, sad, broken, made a small portion of him wilt. He wanted to hold her, comfort her as much for his greif as well as her own but he held back. Whatever he felt she must have expieranced worse. Walking in he had to crouch a bit, the structure built for her petite body. Even among the two Iblis had always been built bigger. Durandel couldve passed for a big lynx but Iblis was the apex of his kind. Placing the sword by the door he smiled,
"I'm fine." He then scanned the room noticing the desheveled look and her own body shaking. He shrugged. Durandel had always been the one to comfort people, to reassure them. In fact it was one of the reasons he assumed Kivah had chosen him. He was the kind brother, Iblis was simply the brute. However he had respected Durandel greatly and spokein a gruff voice,
"I heard...I know this is a bit hollow coming from me, but he died a hero. I'm sorry it was him, not me." He said. In his own way Iblis meant it. If he had died no one would have cried for him. Besides he had left no one behind, certianly not a future bride. He suddenly felt the crushing weight of it all slam into him and he turned to leave. He was angry at Durandel for dying. If it had been him he wouldnt have had to feel this...this sick pain mixed with hope. He loathed himself and moved to the door.
"He would've wanted you to have it," he said as he glanced at the sword. In all honesty Iblis wanted to forget it all but the village needed a vangaurd and he was to train them. He almost didnt registar the explosion that ripped open a house across from hers.
 
Kivah sometimes forgot how much large Iblis was compared to his brother, who was more built like a large lynx then the tiger he was/ Then again some would of question her for her markings. Some though she was a cross breed. Between tiger and lynx. But she was pure lynx. maybe a smidgen smaller. Her eyes shifted to the sword he placed next to the door before wrapping her arms around herself.

All she really wanted at the moment was to be held, to be whispered sweet nothings. To be told things will be alright and that they would win this war. But no this wasn't the case. She knew Iblis wasn't much the one to express himself, or much to console one. Had that been why she choose his brother over him? No not entirely. It was due to the vast size difference. If she were to bare young, she doubted she would be able to take the parts within herself to begin with. But there was that emotional part. something all women craved. Strong yet soft hearted.

She knew his brother well enough to know he would give anything to protect those who couldn't. Was she angry he died. No. Sad yes but no she was not angry. He went down a hero, in honor, as a great warrior and she was proud in that at least. 'No Iblis Keep it,"She went to the sword lifting it. It was heavy. He could tell she had troubles lifting it. She was a caster, handling duel daggers over large bulky things like staves, or large swords or axes.

She walked to him with sword in hand kissing the blade and hilt before offering it up to him. It is what was done in her tribe. to show respect and blessings. Her muscle toned yet petite arms trembled slightly as she held it up to him. As the after shock of a bomb shook through the village. Making her drop the sword and stumble against him.

Her amber eyes grew wide as death and fire burned at her nose. She shook her head in disbelief as she stepped back looking around as she opened the door to her home. Her heart was racing as she looked at the destroyed home so close to her own. Screaming and crying rang through the village as people scattered.

Another missile launched and came to contact against another home. Trembling her house. Her hands gripped the door frame.

"No this can't be happening..How did they find us. We must go Iblis " She cried in protest as she ran inside taking up her duel daggers before racing out the door. Her hands began to glow. One red another blue. It wrapped around her weapons, twisting and pulsing as she sent her power to her daggers. Only problem. She never really been in true combat, other then practice, and on hunts. And this was the first time she allowed Iblis to see her like this. Wind rushed up through her body, ruffling her short blond and black hair. Her tail alive as it flared behind her.
 
For a second everything slowed down. Her body against his made his heart leap, for a split second he wrapped his arms around her shielding her from the balst and lingering for a second tenderly. He then let go grasping the sword easily. He then felt a chill run down him. Unlike Durandel his rage was searing frost, cold to the bone focused and honed by years of concentration. Durabdel was a fire, passionate and wild but Iblis was calculating and precise. Without a second thought he grasped both waraxe and sword and thrust into battle. The Canim were unprepared for someone his size, used to combating the agile lynxes, the tiger was an unstoppable force. Whirling like a dervish he cut into flesh and bone alike,ribbons of blood danced around him as he fought, killing any that stood before him. Off to the side he could see Kivah begging to cast but ignored it. His mind was gone, replaced by instict and muscle memory. He fought for aeons, at least thats what it felt like. He stopped only when he heard her voice calling him. Snapping back he looked to see his body butchered and arrows and bullet wounds littering his body. He almost collapsed but sheer will made his body move to hers. He staggered to her and gave a savage grin.
"Damn...always forget to feel the pain." He then rembered things in a haze, moving through a forest, a river red with his blood, then a cave and suddenly drakness as he passed into sleep his body finally collapsing from exhaustion and damage.
 
Kivah's mind was frantic, the noises the screams, the smell of fire,gun powder and death. Blood filled the air and she knew it was mostly her peoples. Many here were citizens,children, and the elderly. Rage filled her as she dance a magical dance. waving frost before her creating a brief shield as she sent an incinerating blast of fire at the enemies. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw hm take damage, his body like a tank as he fought. Taking much damage. Yet his mind and adrenalin was keeping him moving.

"Ibilus, fall back." Kivah yelled to him just as a bullet took her. Catching her shoulder. spinning her slight as she pushed out an ice field backing off. They had to get out of there before they were killed.

They ran she stayed close to him. Her father she knew was gone. Deep within she knew it, and Iblis was all she had. and she wont let him die, no without trying to save him first. She led him to a hidden cave seconds before he collapsed. making her try to drag him into the cave. She knew very little healing but what she did know,would stop the bleeding of many of his wounds. She extended one claw fire burned brightly as she cut away his shirt. She Inhaled, trying to ignore the stinging of her shoulder and the minor scraps and grazes caused by near misses of arrows and bullets.


she pressed her fingers to each wound. Whispering soft words, a incantation and soon the bleeding stopped. Her ears gave a twitch, her tail a flicker as she listened as she focused of stopping any bleeding. Once dne she sagged, exhausted and spent. She was not used to having to work so hard. Sure magic came more naturally to her. but it tired her out as well. Gritting her teeth she placed a hand to her should applying pressure to it she had no energy to just heal herself.
 
Iblis awoke slowly, his body unaccustomed to being healed. He sat up cringing, expecting a wave of pain, but nothing happened. He then heard Kivah give a small gasp as she applied pressure to her shoulder. A lifetime of confrontation had made Iblis learn first aid very quickly. He gently removed her paw, relisheing the feel of her fur on his own, and frowned. A bullet had bore a hole into her shoulder and by the state of himself he assumed she had opted to heale him over herslef.

Gingerly he moved closer to the wound and began to lick, the coppery taste of blood all to familiar in his mouth. He was gentle despite his fangs and mouth of teeth. Making sure to get both the entry and exit wound, he then stood and said,
"I will be right back. Stay here and try not to move." He then stepped out into the cool night, wind rustling his own matted fur. He searched around the area and swiftly returned with two plants. One an ugly flower, russet red and covered in thorns. The second a thick vine covered in orange buds.

He then plucked the red flowers petals and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing and grinding them into a thick paste. The bitter taste was familiar as he had done this several times before. Spitting it out into his paw he then slathered it on both sides of her wound, knowing it was powerful local anethesia. He could handle pain, and in fact had come to expect it but her tiny frame was not used to a slow burn of a bullet. He then chewed the vine, this time stuffing it deep into her wound.

Tearing a strip from her shirt he then bandaged the shoulder professionally.
When he looked at her he gave a sad smile,
"Not all of us can or need to heal with magic. The wound should close in a day and the salves will dull the pain for a day or two. However I'd be careful not to exert yourself."

Iblis then began to make a fire, glad that survival was keeping his mind off of the recent battle.
 
Kivah watched as he slowly came to. One could see the wounds upon his chest. But they looked days old. Their had been to many to clean using the natural ability of their race. But non the less she was pleased that she was able to save him. The stinging burn reminded her that she to was injured. but with her spending as much energy as she had she couldn't mend herself. Her eyes were closed. She was exhausted and when he said he'd return she simply nodded.

"Your all I have now, I couldn't let you just bleed out. I know very little healing magic, though magic comes to me like walking. I am still learning to hone my skills, to properly direct it. So I takes more energy from me." Her voice was weary, her vision blurring as she spoke. His tongue felt good agaisnt her wound. It stung but there was something more gentle to it. 'Thank you" She said through a small hiss as he began applying the salve and treat her wound.

Her soft amber eyes looked to him. They were tired, her body drained "You will have to teach me the remedies that dont require magic."She smiled up at him. She was still young, she had been one of the best casters in her village, but it meant nothing if she had no energy to supply the magic, hat burned within. It still could break out, and wreck havoc. But her will was far stronger to allow it.

She watched him leave to gather wood for a fire, and by the time he would return, he would find that she had curled into a small ball on her good side and had slipped into sleep. Fatigue finally winning.
 
Silently he stoked the fire, feeding it slowly until it roared to life, a small light in the dark. He glanced over to see her asleep and sighed. It had begun to rain and the white noise made it difficult for him to stay awake, but he fought it, knowing that if any other survivors or enemies saw the fire they'd make thier way here.

All night he watched vigilant, until sunrise, when he sat down and closed his eyes. Resting his back against the cave's wall he sat and slept. In his dream he was younger. He and Kivah were by a stream each covered in water as the two played. Suddenly she moved in close and straddled him whispering in his ear,
"We're not always dead, ya know. Sometimes the sun makes it harder." it was nonsense but he smiled anyway until she shifted, changing from herself to a more canine apperance. She was a wolf now with a blade in his chest. Instead of blood there was a thick black sludge and looking down he saw his brother's body.

He sat up hand reaching for his axe and sword but stopped when he realized his nap had only been for a few hours. He calmed himself and made his way to a nearby river hoping to not only clean himself but to at least not fall asleep again.
 
The rain was her lullaby as she slept, Her ears pinned back, a worried expression on her face as she dreamt. It was when Durabdel brought her news of him going to the war. He said he would protect them, her and his brother. To give them a chance. A chance? He didn't say that. No not in that way. He told her he had to leave to go to war that he'd be back. A frown tugged at her Feline lips. then something changed. A large dog. A brute. A Mastiff, she knew what he was. A tank of their species, a warrior. he grinned largely as he stood before her.

He was covered in blood. He lifted his right arm, there dangled bloodied and lidless body of Durabdel. Was this who brought him down? Was this a vision of what happen? In her dream she shrieked, throwing her body at the tank. claws out, glowing with he fire of anger of hate. Things were changing as she found herself staring up at the sky. Eyes wide, body trembling things where cold and warm. she heard yelling. the voice so familiar. She rolled her head to find herself staring at Iblis. His large frame, bound by chains and hands, anger,rage and fear mixed on his face.

Her head swirled around her as she looked up. a dull sting flooding through her as she gazed up at a large Mastiff, Larger then she has ever seen before. her thighs spread wide by ropes. she was bound, and naked laying on a large bed her hips raised. The canine was going to rape her. That stinging pain was him stealing her innocence, the very thing she had been saving for her husband. Her thighs coated in blood. Pain burn hotly through out her body. Forcing her to snap awake. Finding herself alone and sweat coating her fur.

Fear, worry flooded through her body when she didn't see Iblis. But met only by silence. Frantically she stood. Her heart racing within her chest as she took to the outside. She could see the sun slowly begin to creep over the mountains. Rain washed over her body. She didn't dare call out. If Iblis was in trouble then her voice would draw attention, or cause further pain to him. She crept through the shadowed trees. Heading in the direction of the river. where she was met by the Sight of Iblis mountainous figure. He was fine. And she sighed in relief as she carefully crept further down the river. Making she each step was quite.

Giving some distance but not to far. just enough to keep from sight. she listened. they were alone. The Canine army leaving the general area.or so she hoped. She was sure they were safe for now. At least. She stripped away her torn wears till she stood in the glow of the setting moonlight and caught with the slow rise of the sun. the perfect harmony of lighting that play upon the soft furs of her body. She was coated with sweat, and blood despite the comforting fall of the rain.

She slipped to the waist into the water. Rain trickled down along her body. Rolling over her full,firm breasts. Adorn with perky pink nipples. She began to wash herself. Her hands running long her petite form.
 
Iblis sighed heavily. The water ripping all forms of tiredness from his breath and body. However the cool water did not relieve his mind. His dream of Kivah had sparked his desire for her and for the first time in years he began to wish for her. Even though Durandel's death hurt somethinng pushed him to tell her, to at least let her know about his feelings. However he tempered this with the sobering fact that in doing so he ran the risk of pushing her away.

He finished bathing quickly and returned to the cave naked, knowing his clothes would dry while he grabbed a few supplies. He felt the air against every inch of fur and skin and purred. It was very seldom he got to bathe as such. However his exposed body showed a tapestry of scars. He had accumalated them since a young age and it only added to his menace.

He sighed as he felt his urges retrun and decided sleeping away from Kivah was a good idea to preserve thier already fragile alliance. He gave a small smile as he pictured her face finding his hastily scarwled note,
Need to investigate something be back tommorow. Also don't panic, might attract bears...
 
Sure the bath was relaxing enough, but at the moment all she wished for was to be held. Much like a child did, after a bad dream. She finally had enough of the bath. she gave a small shake. that flowed through her to the tip of her tail. it did little in drying since the rain still fell.But it was done out of habit.

She was slowly heading back to the cave. Her mind twisting with thoughts on the events that have unraveled around her through out her life. Her mother dying at a young age during child birth. She lost them both. Then she lost Durabdel. And then her village and her father. Many she knew were slaughtered. Many she knew all her life. Gone. All that remained was Iblis.

What would Durabdel want for them. Would he hate them for seeking the comfort needed. She really just wanted to feel safe and comforted. Would he hate her for that? No. No he wouldn't she was sure. He'd understand. He'd want her to live her life. To move on.He'd want them both to be happy. Or so that's what she though anyways. He was a kid man, respected by all. And she will always love him. And she will seek revenge for the death of her love, and of her village.

She slipped on her undergarments, though they were wet she couldn't bring herself to strut before Iblis. It wouldn't be proper. Sighing softly she hung her head walking back to cave. her clothing balled her her arms, her bra and panties black stood out against the pale whites, and blond off yellow fur.

when she returned she found herself alone saved for the note he left behind. Her heart race. Fear of being alone pumped through her as she sat next to the fire. her eyes wide as she stared to the entrance of the cave. What if he got hurt what if the canines came here. Her hart raced through her chest. as she drew her knees close to her chest. He said not to panic, that it would draw bears. She wasn't scared of some wild bears. what she did fear at the moment was being alone. She gave a small whimper as curled in. looking so tiny in the cave. Much like a small child.
 
He had made it halfway back when he realized he had left not only his axe but the sword as well. Neither were really nesscary but if something were to happen, he'd rather have them and not need them. Sighing he doubled back hoping Kivah was still gone. Silently he moved through the forest, his eyes glowing embers of pale blue.

Arriving at the cave he saw her huddled and scared. Something inside him burned and he slowly moved behind her silent as a grave. Placing his arms around her he lifted her up easily and sat down, letting her stradle his waist. It was not meant as a romantic geture but as one of comfort. He then embraced her holding her tight.
"It's okay Kivah," he whisepered. Somehow he knew Durandel would have done the same thing.

It was only after this did he remember he was still naked and her onw body was covered by her undergarments. He felt his skin beneath his fur flush and he gave a weak apology,
"Im sorry...it just seemed that you..." He gave a shrug and tried to untangled himself from her but stopped after a few seconds. Then he gave a second shrug as if to say 'why the hell not?' and he then gave her lips a quick kiss. Nothing seroius but a sign of affection.
 
Kivah looked very much like a child in size compare to him. Barely even reach his chest even. but as he lifter her to pull her closer she looked smaller. Her thighs burned with the stretch yet she managed. Her heart was racing as she leaned forward. her hips rolling against him in a small grind agaisnt his lower abdomen. Though it weren't on purpose. She clung to him. Mind fogged.

As he held her her ears perked. her face nestled against the strong,firm chest. "I was just worried,scared that I may lose someone else that is really important to me."She said in a soft whisper. Se wouldn't be surprised if he could feel the rapid patter of her heart.

But when he kissed her her eyes went wide. even just for the moment. Stunned by the suddenness but she didn't fight it. She pressed her lips against his. Her cheeks flushing as she returned his kiss. Praying that Durabdel. wouldn't think less of her for this.
 
For a moment everything was crystaline and he nearly passed out, his heart was pumping so hard he felt light headed. Feeling her close, her body moving against his was something he could not ignore. He thought about alot of things, how Durandel had spoken to him, how her tiny frame made his heart nearly stop and finally how close he was to her. He slowly let his hands got to her waist and hooked a claw around her panties.
With a skillful swipe he tore the thin fabric clean of, repeating it once more with her bra. Her small body felt so light yet her eyes weighed him down. Before he could doubt any further he kissed her again this time rougher but more passionate, and grasping her waist he let his claws trace down her thighs. Slowly he felt his arousal grow until an ebony spire jutted from his groin, throbbing and aching with need and desire.

He playfully nipped her ear and kissed her a third time, more eager and burying his tongue into her mouth, he was not gentle but he was also not cruel. He felt her body react against his own and he slowed down almost stopping.
"I am...sorry." He lifted her up and set her down beside him,
"I just...I have wanted to be with you for a very long time. It was follish of me to think you would want that." He sat there feeling ashamed he had let his body dictate his actions.
 
Though surprised kivah did not stop him. She wasn't guilty when she returned the kiss. or when her cut away her undergarments. His brother would want them together and happy. She lifted her hips up as he up away her panties, one hand pulling them away from her body. Letting her bare sex rest against his lower abdomen. She felt his cock press along her lower back. but she tried to pay no mind as it didn't feel like a normal feline member. And something far to large for her body.

Though she did feel her cheeks heat up as she allowed her bra to fall away from her body. Revealing her pale globes to the warmth of the cave. When he nibbled agaisnt her ear, she gave a small whimper, a gasp tearing from her throat. But then he pulled away. Setting her aside so easily.

Her nether lips were slightly moistening. Her virgin walls pulsing as it gave off the smell of her arousal. She stared at him confused her eyes glazed over with the need to be close, and more. "Iblis it's ok, Just please." She moved closer her hands gripping at his large shoulders nails slightly biting his shoulders as she pulled him closer. leading him over her as she fell back. her lips claiming his. "Just don't stop" She whispered inches from his lips, breathless, before nipping payfully along his jaw. With how large he was she didn't know what she was in for.
 
Iblis gave a mall nod and continued to let his hands explore her body. Before long however he decided to take her before he got nervous. He laid her down gently prodding her slit with his large head. It was'nt extreme but for the lynx's tiny frame the size was massive. He fed it in slowly seeing her face contort between pleasure and pain as he stretched her muscles. Pushing deep he felt her hymen and thrust forward breaking it in one swift stroke. Blood spilled out , matting her fuer and her own. He then whispered as he lodged himself inside her.
"This will hurt for now. I promise to carry you afterwards." He then rammed into her, thrusting in and out like an angry titan, each stroke sending him raoring in a fury and savage joy.

He would kiss her as he rammed into her, each time tears in her eyes as he held her, promising her it would get better. Not long after however he roared on last time as he realesed his hot seed into her, the amount normal for his kind a flood for her. His cock softened and he pulled it out cringing as she whimpered. Her face was streaked with tears and he held her, licking her face in apology.
"I am afriad it would have been bad with anyone." he said refering to her first night.
"Now however it will get better as time and practice makes it easier." He then laid on his back laying her on top, his body softer than any bed.
 
Kivah trembled agaisnt him as she felt the head of his member press against her small folds, eagerly wanting into the temple of her body. Her heart was racing, she wanted to tell him stop but she couldn't find the words that were needed. But eventually he was able to enter her. Inch by agonizing inch went into her. forcing her body to accommodate him.Yet her internal walls gripped at him tightly. A small pained cry fell forth from her lips as her hips squirmed against his till he paused. it was briefly. as he reached her maidens head. He tore through. Her walls clamping impossibly tight around him. she felt the blood gush from her body, and tears fell from her eyes. rolling along the gentle curves of her cheeks.

She knew it was to be expected. There was never pleasure without first being pained. She remembered the talk that she was on her first day of adolescents. While he Roared in pleasure. her cries were mainly of pain and discomfort. But there was a hit of change that was creeping to play. something that was promising.

but that feeling, the feeling of pleasure was not to breech surface this time. Each crashing thrust into her sent her to pain, as the head of his cock bombarded her cervical entry forcing it to slowly open to allow him to the very depths of her body. But even that would have to wait as he spilt forth his see. Easily filling her womb, and spilling from their joining

"Its ok. I know it was to be expected" She panted heavily her body trembling as he pulled her close to him
 
Iblis placede a claw on her cheek and gave a weak smile. He was tired and the night was growing darker. Kissing her forehead he then placed his claws over her body protectivly feeling her breathing even out.

He slept that night roughly and his dreams made his mind cluttered and his own guilt kept assailing him. He awoke in the morning her still asleep and he sat watching her tiny frame breath in and out.
 
Kivah yawned largely, her tongue curling, her small yet extremely sharp fangs glistening in the fire light. Guilt started to eat at her. as she rested her head upon Iblis's shoulder. Part of her felt so wrong about sleeping with her beloveds brother. To had offered up her offering to him. she was now bound to Iblis,Her blood and his seed mingled within her, and matted her thighs. She felt him pull her close, holding her protectively against himself. His body so hard and firm against her more soft, and supple body.

Eventually his heavy breathing lulled her to sleep. Confronted by Iblis brother. Young tiger crossed lynx young. Her cheeks streaked with fallen tears, his words cutting her like knives "Why did you betrayed me, you promised me." Shaking her head she stared at him "I was told you were dead. Both of us were told you have fallen. I know that is no excuse. War fell around us, killing my people, I I"He disappeared before she was able to finish. her heart starting at a rapid pace as she lurched up into a sitting position. Instantly regretting the motion, as the raw burning ache in her loins throbbed reminding her of what had happened.
 
The dawn was a restfult time for Iblis. At least it had been. Kivah had awoken in a cold sweat and despite his own guilt, for a reason other than his brother, he quickly sat upt to comfort her.
"Is everything okay?" his tone had shifted slighty since last night become more gentle in a subtle fashion.

However in his own mind a battle raged. He felt a heavy guilt for only one reason. He had claimed his brother's legacy as tradition but now he had also claimed Kivah. She had been vulnerable. He should have not accepted her so easily. Her own fear and doubt may have clouded her judgement making her decision a bit hasty.

However by his iwn people's law he was now her mate and husband for this life and the next. His ears gave a small flick as he wondered how his brother fared. He had forgotten about Kivah and had began to stroke he head as he had held her to his chest. Snapping back to the current he then rembered the Canim and swiftly grabbed Kivah, picking her up easily and standing her on her paws.
"We can talk as we move but the Canim will be searching for us." and he promptly began to retrive his armor and weapons, bt also dismantle the camp.
 
Her breathing was ragged, and quick with the race of her heart. how can she tell him how guilty she felt for betray his brother so soon after the news of his death.Her eyes closed as she attempted to calm herself and the dull throbbing ache between her thighs. He was far larger then any lynx sh had saw as a young child. going to the bathes with her papa as her mother stay home to attend house duties. Never had she thought he would be over twice their size. She brought her large amber eyes to Iblis, they shimmered softly with the fight of tears. "I am alright, Just sore, and guilt ridden."She spoke her voice soft, her ears pinning back.

She released a low his as he brought her to her feet. Her naked frame more clear now with the light of the fire and the spilling of the sun into the cave. But she turned to gather her clothing. her back to him.Her tail flicking slightly as it remained in more a normal state. her hips swaying as she walked , her bottom displayed as she bent to gather up her things, and began to dress.

Each step was hard as her loins burned in a dull ach. a constant reminder of their union. she was now his no matter the reason. they mated so she was now his wife. She gave a soft prayer and apology to her first love.
 
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