Legends of Belariath

Creama

Riders of Goltheene

Her forearms a matching set to the greaves. Her stomach bare, as her top a bikini elven chain, held her ample breasts in closed. A soft fringe leather collar, matching her boots, rested over the top of her bosom. A wide brim hat tilted low over her eyes, sat upon her head. She peer out from under it, with rich dark azure blue eyes. As she dig her heels into the flanks of the mare. And sable would respond entering into a easy gallop. The undertaking for her master, the venerable wolven arch mage of earth, Mountainshaker, has begun.

Sent on a quest to retrieve secrets from within Goltheene, for him. She knew, or he knew not the state of affairs of this town. If it was a town gone to the wayside of ruins, or sprawling and vibrant community. Soon the hamlet of Darinshin, came into view. A small thriving community, that sat at the entrance to the pass of Darinateen pass. She would strike quiet a figure as she pulled her mount to a halt. Give an flick of the reigns, she head into town, in a easy gait of her mount. The hamlet numbered a few dozen souls. Predominantly human, with very few of the other races numbering amongst.

Weary eyes would gaze upon the catgal astride her mare. Some with a curiosity, some with a disdain for her. She seemed unfettered by it, as her gaze direct to a urchin approaching her.

“Ma’am do you need your horse seen to. “ The urchin would ask, as he came up to the side of her.

Swinging down from her mare, she land light on her feet. Her plumpness belying her agility. She would give a nod to the street urchin. Handing him the reigns of her mare. “Awll right hun, what’s yawr name. “She would also pull out a couple of copper pieces and toss them to the urchin. With a dexterous ease, he takes the reigns and snatch the copper out of the air. The pieces of copper disappearing within his tunic. He then gives a nod to the only stables in town.

“Their ma’am, I am Thillian, and over there is the inn.” As he directed his nod to another building.

“Well Thillian, brush out me mare, see to his feeding and yaw earn yawrself a mithril. Oh, and if yaw any problems fetch me from the inn, me names Creama.” Creama would respond to the street urchin. Of course, his eyes barely stood with hers. Roving to the katana strapped across her back. And the accruements of armor that abound on her. The only personage of hers he took in was her tail lashing softly back and forth. As it appeared a cat person was indeed rare in this hamlet. With that, she would make her way over to the inn and venture on in. The sign outside was worn and marked it as the Mudslide groggery.

The inside of the inn, was small and sparse, unlike the inn outside of Nanlothian. A few long tables with benches populate the inn. A stairs leading up to the second floor off, to the back right side. A short human of non-descript appearance, stood behind the bar. He lifts his head up at her approach and call out to the catgal.And unlike the street urchin, his eyes would rivet to her behemoths held bound by her bikini top of elven chain.

“What can I get you madam, drink something to eat, a room."

Creama would venture a small wispy smile, to the ogling gaze.

The innkeeper would nod, as he pull down a mug and go over to the cask. After filling the mug, he set a frothy pint of drawfs sweat down on the bar in front of the catgal.”Well your in luck madam, today were serving a fine tasty venison stew.” He would advise her, as he turned and headed into the kitchen to fetch her a plate of it. Of course, she is in luck any day of the week.For the venison stew, seem to be a daily stable of inns. Shortly he comes back out with a heaping plateful and sets it down in front of her. “Enjoy and the cost for meal, drink and room, be 5 copper.” Creama would nod, and toss the innkeeper a mithril. Not having any more copper on hand. He catches it, and give a slow whistle. “Give me a few moments, need to head in back to get you change.”

“Naw keep it thar, I got a few questions to ask.” She would respond to the innkeeper. With a nod, he pull up a seat on his barstool behind the bar.

“What you being needing to known?”

Creama would first take a long swig of her pint. Then dig in and eat a few bites. As she chewed down her food, she look up to the innkeeper. As she formulated her questions.Then as she cleared the bite, swallowing it down.

“ Goltheene, a weeks travel from here right. Through the pass, then follow the trail north leading into the mountain.” She would ask, trying to verify what her map had. The innkeeper would blink for a moment, and look away. She would not catch this strange reaction, as she engaged in taking another bite of the venison stew.

“Goltheene never heard of it. “ He set the mithril piece down on the bar and slides it back to her. “ I just realized not have any rooms available. I not take your coin just for the meal or drink. Unless you are going to have more. “ As all of sudden the innkeeper demeanor see skittish, and this she would notice. The fast withdrawal of over of a room. As the inn had become, unfortunately filled up. Despite the fact she seem to be the only guest or patron about right now in the common room.

The plump feline female would nod but would not push the issue. Finished with her meal and drink, she would get up and leave out of the inn. With no place else to bed down for the night, she would head to stables. As she would bunk with her mare in the stall. As she entered the quiet stables, she is unaware of the eyes that drift over her and watch her. But seeing her enter the stall of her mount, the eyes remain unseen. Soon she is fast a sleep curled up in a corner of the stall. With troubling dreams, as her mind filter the sudden change of the innkeeper demeanor. A few hours into the night, she would be awakening with a start. As the thunderous sound of hoofs pounding through the town, would awaken her with a start. The ground trembling from the vibration, as she slides her katana from her sheath, and spring to her feet. Her mare, reacting pranced skittish to the sound thundering outside the stable. Stepping out of the stall, she creeps slowly to door. To gain a peek at what cause this. And as she goes to open the door. The voice of the watchful eyes that had watched her entry into the stables earlier would speak up.

“They will be gone quickly, they are not stopping this time.”

The voice is familiar, and then she realize it is the urchin that seen to her mare. Thrillian. She would slowly turn, her katana lowered. And softly array out to the young boy.

“They? What do you mean speak up boy? “

He would climb down from his perch in the loft of the barn. ” The riders of Goltheene” And as if to answer her next unsaid question. The young lad, son of the stable master. Would continue with his explanation. “ They are the riders of the dark lady, that has come to take up residence in the ruins of Goltheene. They raid the village for young men and women to take up to the tower of Goltheene. I am too young, but father says I should keep out of sight never the less. “ And when he mentioned the dark lady, as he knew no other name. He would look around in fear, as if she could hear his words.

Creama would slowly nod to this, as now the reaction of the innkeeper could be explained. So, the town was preyed upon, by a band of cutthroats. The dark lady a mage, who worked magic for the riders. A war band, that had no war she would surmise. This would put a different light on her task. She would have to approach with caution. If she was to succeed in her task. She sheaths her katana and nod to the boy, and return to her sleep. For she knew that in the days upcoming, she may be hard press to find any, with this development. She wished Logan was with her right now, but her mate was back at home. More then likely chasing every tail, that looked his way. Her thoughts would drift to as she went back to sleep.

Capture

In the morning, still dark the first rays of sun just peeking over the horizon. She had her mare ready to go. Her gaze would look to the still sleeping lad. As her tail swished lazily back and forth. She was done with the town, if she stayed she risk the riders finding out someone inquired on Goltheene. After the brief glance at the boy, she set a couple of mithrils down for him. And would leave on out. Soon well cleared of the town, her old ranger skills still handy. As she could tell by the tracks, the riders had not slowed. She figured they had probley ridden all night return to whence the holed up at. A light rain would start to softly cascade down upon her. As the droplets of rain would bounce off her and glisten. She rode at an easy pace, keeping Sable in a walk. As she stayed on the path. Then she had no choice; the off path could not be done with her mare. She risks the mare to breaking of a leg. However, as her old skills of a ranger had seem to come back to her. She had missed the couple of riders that lagged. In addition, like the night before, when the boy had watched her. She was unaware of being watched now. As one of them stayed to keep watch on her, and the other would make his away to the larger group that had thundered on ahead.

Stopping once to break for a midday meal, she otherwise would continue along the trail, oblivious to her watcher. She comes upon a clearing off the road. That was suitable for a camp. As she leap off her mare, and would then walk her off the path. She would fore go a campfire, as she would eat some of her cold jerky and hard bread. After seeing to her mare, she would retire. Setting up sleep watch spell to give her warning of anyone approaching. She felt confident thou, for the riders had seem to have ridden on rather quickly. And as she had not made a campfire. So soon, she would drift off into a sleep.

The rider looked down at the cat slut. A fat one he mused in his own thoughts. With large tits, which he liked. She had noticed him all day, as he had shadowed her. A long a path hidden from the main one. And when the bitch had not made a fire. He had thought perhaps she was onto him. But with no other reaction from the cat slut. He would dismiss it; she probley had heard the riders going through town. Of course, they had done that to drawn her out. For the innkeeper had been quite informative, of her inquiring on the ruins of Goltheene. The main group had thundered on ahead, to give the impression had left. While he and Nartik had stayed to see if she would follow. And of course, the stupid bitch did. He would have sport with this one, before taking her to the lady. He would chuckle silently to himself. And his eyes would hold a depravity of mind with in.

The spell of alarm would go off. So silent are these raiders and skilled. They are upon the sleeping form of the catgirl. Before she can react and spring up. She would struggle within their grasp. And despite her strength, born of the earth. The numbers and sheer weight of them, and the sap hitting the back of her head. Sending her plunging into a darkness. After she had put up quite tussle, breaking a few limbs in the process. That once she was subdued, she would be kicked a few times in her gut. Creama unconscious her body would only jerk in reaction.

The return figure of Nartik would look down at the hellcat. And then to his friend Boran. “A real fighter this one, she will be fun to break.” With that, he gives another vicious kick. Then would motion to his companion. As he leaned down and with Boran’s help, so could tie the catgirl over the back of her mare. Soon the two dozen riders are off, making their way back to the tower.

Past comes full circle. The breaking.

She had not woken up the journey, returning to the tower. Nor had she seen the one that is called the dark lady. However, as she had gaze upon the catgirl and recognition had come to the woman. In addition, she would sense the element of earth around the girl. She would surmise the girl had come not for her, but for the secrets of the tower. Nevertheless, never the less, fate had served her good and delivered this one to her.

Creama awakens she is suspended in the air, her arms and legs restrained by unseen shackles. Her clothing and armor are gone, and some one is in the process of fucking her. Her nether lips are sore, and as is the walls of her vaginal passage. And the stench of cum is strong on her. She almost gags. But it is then she realizes she is gagged. As she is being taken, her assailant would thrust hard and release his cum into her. Moreover, no sooner does he pull out, and then another takes his position, and rams another cock into her tight swollen passage. She would strain to lift her head with a defianant look. Still she was woozy from the knock on the head. And in the back of her mind, she knew she was in the grasp of this dark lady. The witch had seen she was one with the element of earth. For she had taken steps to keep her from touching the earth. In addition, gagged from arraying out any spells. Now she had to endure the rape, the breaking of her spirit. For her body screamed in pain, and it would take all her indomitable will to not submit.

No light shows in the room she is kept. Under ground she most be. Has it be an hour or days, she knows not only the grunting of her partners the only sound. Nor would she know if day or night. Some males rough, like warriors, some not as such. Nevertheless, they all kept at it, multiple times. She had lost feeling in her vaginal depths. Dulled by the searing pain that coursed through her. The hunger in the pit of her stomach gone unheeded or acknowledged even by her. But the parching of her lips and throat. Would burn her, and she wished for a drop of water. But she could not, as she was gagged. It has been nearly three days of this constant fucking. When the gagged would be removed. She could barely keep her eyes open. She feels the press against her parched lips. The pre cum, on the cock thrust against her lips. So in need of something to quench the thirst. Her dry cracked lips would open to take in the bulbous head pushed against them. And she would begin eagerly sucking, trying to get more of the cum.

The dark lady watch the fat cat slut, now eagerly take in the cock. Seeking to drink from it. The bitch was breaking, as she watched her slaves and men come and go, taking the fat cat bitch. The stench of cum was appalling, as she held the catgirl suspended in the air. She had seen the damage wrought on some of her riders by this one. And knew she would be long in breaking, but ever so sweet when accomplished.

Taydahy looked down with sadness at the catgirl in his eyes. He a catman would recognize Creama from his village. He knew the sprit she processed. And the fact her escapade had led to much hardship for the clan. As the riders of the seductress had time and time again swooped down to wreck vengeance on the clan, looking for her. He hold no grudge, his only thoughts was in hope she not fight. As he would the shudder and spill his seed into her mouth. As she eagerly would slurp it, down. Her eyes barely focusing or keeping open. As he knew the only time she would catch, any sleep would be when she passed out with utter exhaustion. For the dark mistress, had order her to be fucked into submission. The mistress would nod to him with a smirk smile of delight. As the catgirl seemed to be broken thoroughly continuing to stand there, as his cock remained hard. Creama would instinctively continue to suckle on it. As another had spent his load into her, and was replaced by yet another. Finally, with his cock beginning to soften, he would step away to let the next step up. And release his load into her mouth.

Broken

Moving with the flagon of ale, Taydahy would pour into the wanting goblets.His gaze would sweep subtly at the figure of the mistress. And then drifting to the figure on the floor. Nude, the plump catgirl sat, her legs spread open. A collar sits around her neck, as a leash extends from it. She had broken and it showed in her eyes. Devoid of all the fire and spirit, he had known. Inwardly he would shudder in response to this realization. Slavers are the guests; the eyes go over Creama with lewdness. He observes, as she was endowed with very large breasts. The dark mistress would flick the leash, and Creama would lean back. The mistress would unclasp the leash from the collar. Would then motion wordlessly to a slaver. With out hesitation the catgirl would go over. Working to free the male’s cock. She would begin to suck him off. This would keep him standing there on moving. Enough to have the mistress have to yell at him to leave. With a bow, he would depart quickly before he incurred his mistress displeasure fully.

Freed from the leash, she would crawl over to the human male. She would work quickly to free the semi hard member. Pursing and sliding her lush full lips over the head. She swirls her tongue tantalizingly over. Then would descend the length of growing cock. As she would begin to suck him off. To the point, she would get him to spill his seed. As she would take it, all in slurping down the hot seed spilled into her waiting mouth. For it is the only thing, she is allowed to quench her thirst with. Once finished Creama would crawl back over to her mistress and the leash would be reattached. Her mistress would get up now and leave the gathering. A tug of the leash would tell her she was to come. She would not get up, but crawled behind her mistress. As she was not allowed to walk as free person. To always, be in position to use, as is her place.

A few days later, Boran is making his way through the tower. When he would spot a familiar sight. It is the plump cat girl they had captured a few weeks back. She is up ahead making her way along the hallway. Crawling as is her station, a mere seed receptacle. Moving up rather quickly he would slide a leg in front of her path. As he towered over her, and gaze down at her. The stench of cum and sex is strong on her. He would smirk at her with derisiveness.

“Prop you ass in the air slut, I need to relieve myself “ He would command to her. He would smile, as she pushed her ample spread of ass in the air. Her tail curling over her backside. As she dropped to her elbows and presented her self. He would then work the clasp of his belt, and drop his leggings. His cock growing with anticipation. As he straddled over her, but would line up pressing against her tight pucker bun hole. And with a quick hard push, he would impale her anal canal. This fit taught and tight around his now full-engorged cock. He would fuck her in the hallway, like a piece of meat. Taking her in the ass, and she readily accepted her wont in and position in life now with in the tower. But as he stroked long and deep in her willing ass. A frown would come over his features. For a sense of guilt would creep in. He had dreams of this one, she had been so spirited. The fight she had put up had been furious. And to the surprise of all who had captured her. She was the same cat girl; the mistress had been obsessed in finding and catching. Over a sleight that had happened years ago. He would cum hard into her ass and when finished, pull out.

“Come follow me” With the command he would lead her to his room. As she without question would follow. Reaching his room, he would strip and set down on the end of the bed. She had follow as directed and sat on the floor before him. He looks down at her, searching over her. Taking in the lush full voluptuous figure, she has. Her tits are large, and very pleasing. As he keeps his gaze on them, when begins speaking.

“Creama right? Well I am Boran.”

Creama looked to the human male, she would see his gaze go to her large behemoths and stay there, as he would begin to question her. She sit as been taught, properly displayed to be pleasing. Her swollen puffy velvet petals glistened. The dark perky nipples always in a state of being engorged. Milk would seep out from them. As two spells were in constant effect on her. The milk spell, keeping her laden with milk. And arousal, keeping her wet and need always.

“Yes master Boran, I am called Creama”

Boran; “ Ah good, so how are you today Creama. I wish to watch you eat yourself out”

Creama hearing the command would do this, as commanded. The plump cat girl proving to be quite flexible. As her roughen tongue would tease against her own folds. And swirl in her tight swollen cunny passage. She would do this in an angle that would give a full view for his pleasure.

Shaking his head softly, he had given the command to see her reaction. There was no rebuke or hesitation. For she went right to the task, and would begin eating herself out. He lounges back on the bed and watch her. Musing over his thoughts on her. When Nartik his friend would come into the room.

Nartik; “Greetings Boran, oh you have the cat slut. Mmmm she is quite good at licking herself. “ He would smirk and look down at Creama. ” You know she probley has a mate. I hear while she was being trained. She would often call out to a Logan.”

Hmmm Boran would muse in his mind. As this he would realize could bring someone looking. He would bare this in mind. She had not stopped with the entry of Nartik. Only adjusting her angle to allow him a view also of her endeavor.

For Creama the name spoken of Logan, would send a twinge that gripped her chest. A longing that was in seed within. She would continue to lick and plunge her tongue into her own vaginal depths, slurping up the juices. She would even venture a few licks and laps to claim the cum seeping out of her tight anal bun hole. And delving in to swirl around, before returning to her velvet petals.

For those she had left behind, when she set out in her mission of her master. The days had turned in weeks and now over a month. The bodacious plump catgirl had not returned. None that knew her have seen her about.

Flicker

Taldahy watched quietly at the sleeping catgirl. She was chained to her post. She whimpers in her sleep as if troubled by dreams. Her state of arousal evident even in her sleep. As her puffy bruised folds, glistened with her arousal. Squatting down not far, on his heels to sit. He would continue to just watch and study her. Sadness would gleam in his eyes. She had been venerated as heroine of the tribe. One that one day would lead her people from the bonds of slavery. A people a clan that lived in freedom. Despite she had not been back. As it had been claimed by those with seer sight. The dream had apparently come to an end. For she had fallen as is, seem the way of their people, into submission. Not the fierce spirit she was famous for.

So use to the constant state of arousal, she squirmed and writhe in her sleep. Not from the state of arousal, instead from the soft caress of the earth beckoning to her. For her link to the earth had not been broken but merely hidden and suppressed. It would fill her with a soothing caress of familiarity. For the tower sat on a spot strongly connected to the womb of the earth. And the plump catgirl despite her status a sex toy slave. Was still bound to the earth, as she was a earth mage. She waked up, sensing some one near. Her eyelids blinking a bit, as she focused the sleep out. She sees it was the male kitten, he was familiar. She would crawl over to him, thirsty. Needing to quench the thirst. She would descend upon his cock. Licking over the semi hard member. With her rough texture tongue. Until she brought it to full erectness. With accomplishing this, her saucy lips would sweep over and descend around. As she began to suck the kitten off. Gathering something to clench the parchness of her throat. For she was only allowed this to satisfy her thirsts, with the cum.

Watching her, she stirred to awakeness, her eyelashes fluttering open. He is caught by surprise when she slides crawling over to him. And starts licking his member, bringing him to full engorged state. Then she would slide her lips over, and begin sucking him, wordlessly. Reaching down, he run his hands, fingers through her wavy curls of chestnut brown hair. As he mused thoughtfully. But he would not remain quiet.

“Creama, why did you come?”

She could hear the question, and resounded through her mind. Echoing as it repeated over and over. Flashes of two different wolven in her life. Her mate and master would come into her mind. As she could feel the tenseness and nearing eruption of the kittens seed. And she redoubles her efforts of sucking him off. Until finally she claim his seed. Pulling up, she sweeps her tongue over the bulbous head of his. As she claimed any wayward drops of cum. Her dark rich azure blue eyes would peer up to him.

“ I came, seeking the scrolls of hidden secrets of the earth.”

Taladhy would nod slowly to her reply. Still savoring the sucking off his cock, by this catgirl. But he knew she was more then that, she been broken, but not totally claimed. For the flicker of fire that was her indomitable spirit. Sparkled within her gaze at him. Hidden away, for she had endured days and days of torture of both body and mind, to drive it back into her sub conscious depths. Then the thought would come to him. He takes her to the room, which had been closed off. Down in the cellars of the tower. Rising up he beckon for her to follow. She looked at him with a curious look, but would follow as commanded to do. For her station granted was lower then even the slave before her. Crawling on her fours, she would follow him on out of the room. He would lead her through the hallways and down the stairs descending past the dungeon level, into the depths of the cellar. Fortunately, the tower was quite with the dead of night. As the riders slept off there drunken stupor. And slaves rested, before called upon to the next days tasks and chores.

The farther she descended into the lower levels of the tower. The more the familiar energy would caress and beckon her. In a soft caress of nurturing strength given. Until finally they are outside a room, that has been barred. She looks up to the male cat, as he paused and reached into his leggings. Producing a small piece of thin metal. He is beginning to work at the lock. In an eerie, silence that pervaded around them and through out the tower. For the spirits of the element of the earth, had sense one of their own had come. From the moment the catgirl of the heddontha, tribe had entered the tower. And as she neared now the node that linked directly to the womb of the earth. They would hold the sounds trapped with in the stonewalls of the tower, catching any.

He could feel the first click of the tumbler, as he worked his lock pick to open the room forbidden to go in. The tower was strangely quiet; even they seem not to be making any noise. And Creama had sat up, with an expectancy in her posture. As if something behind the door called to her. Finally, the lock tumblers would all click to become open. Pushing the door open, a soft stale breath of air would greet them. But Creama, was not waiting she would crawl; almost rise up to stagger into the room. And she collapses in the stone circle of the room. With the ancient runes that were set in the stone circle. Stepping in after her, he closes the door behind them. His heart racing as he felt the tingle of elemental power in the room. And he looks to the plump catgirl and watch.

Strength

Like a flood of tranquil relief, the womb would open and embrace the geomancer kitten. As she collapsed in the center of the elder runes of power. The strength of the earth healing her, of both mind and body. As it would slowly begin to creep through her being. As she became one with it. Her skin turning an ashen color. As she loose all conscious thought. The earth womb claiming one it’s own.

She had become shallow in breath, and taken on a ashen hue. As he dropped to, his knees and cradled her head in his lap with care. Feeling the tinged of arcane elemental energy of the earth engulfing her. Would send a perphial tingle to array throughout himself. He knows not how long they stay there like that, but many hours would past in this setting. Until she finally stirred back to a consciousness. And as her eyes, blinked open and she stared up at him. The spirit long suppressed, was returned. And strength showed within, in vibrant display. She sits up and looks to him. The bruises and all that her body had displayed were gone. Even the parch ness of her lips had left.

“Creama”

Taladhy ~~ the cat male held her in his lap, cradling her. She knew not how long she had been there. But she remembered everything, the capture, torture, and her breaking. Rising up to sit up, she leans forward and set soft tender full lips upon his in a peck of thank you. As the earth had healed and given her strength back.

“They will be looking for me and you.”

She state simply, as she pulled back from the light kiss. Standing now, as she rose up. She extends a hand down for him to assist in also getting up. He would notice a strength that had been absent within her grasp. She outstretch her other hand, and the circle of runes in the stone would softly glow. And earth would give up the secret hidden within. The scrolls of knowledge that lay hidden within. Spells long forgotten, from the times of the elders walking the earth. Only to be released when one bound to the womb of the earth beckon them forth. She had gotten what Mountain shaker wanted.

“You know where my gear is.”

She would ask him, as she clutched the scrolls. And as Taladhy nods in reply. The door is being banged on, as voices no can be heard. The seductress and her riders outside, trying to get in.

Vengeance

The cat man looked over to Creama. And the plump catgirl was transforming. Her skin taking on a harden stone appearance. As she summoned the earth to her. Standing there nude, she was sight to behold. The energy sending her chestnut locks whirling about her, with an unseen force. And intense hatred came across her facial expression. It was in this moment, he realize the catgirl was not leaving this room alive, unless those that worked to get in, are dead. The door would spring open, Boran is in the front, and Creama moves with quickness that belies her plump voluptuous figure. Unarmed with no weapon but her own hands. She not calls upon another spell. As her left hand punch hard into the chest of the rider. And when it finished, it held his still beating heart in its grasp, through his backside. The dark lady blinked in the moment, and hurled at the ghastly sight. Shouts arrayed throughout the hallway.

“What the hell, holy fuck.”

It was as if he was living in a dream. She pulls her hand out, and with a deftness of skill. Take the falling dead Borans sword and whirl about; taking Nartik head would roll from his shoulders. Another rider would thrust a spear into her. Have the head breaking off her harden skin before penetrating her skin. She ignores it thou, letting the sword drop with a clang to the ground. She reach out and grip the hysterical dark seductress. Ripping her tongue from the root out of her mouth in a bloody spray that arrayed out into the room. Another sword, bit into her, unheeded. She lash out and the progenitor of the slice. And punch his face back into the back of his skull. He crumbled to the floor dead and his face a ruined mess. He knew not when the blade bit him, or that he watched the scene unfolding before his cat eyes. As his life’s blood spilled out on the earth. He was to far enthralled and memorized by the drama of the moment. She would back out of the room, tossing the dark lady against the back of the wall in the room. A sickening snap can be heard, as the seductress neck would break. She was dead before she hit the floor. Redemption, revenge are claimed by the catgirl. A part of her would sag in her demeanor, for she had claimed her right. And the flood of past came into her fury. But before she could react to the now, the blade of a sword would come slicing through between her large tits from the other side. And as his life fled, he could see the ebb of life begin to leave her. She had received a killing blow. Darkness would claim him now and she fade from his sight. As death welcomed him, his last thought was one of pride she was of his clan.

Epilogue

The tower shook with the energy of the womb of the earth. And when it was said and done. Seventeen laid dead in the cellar hallway and room that had been forbidden. Two slaves, the one the fuck toy having wrecked most of the damage. Saire looked then to his lover, she had her tongue ripped out, and her neck snapped. She was one of the seventeen to die in this battle.He can come to find other riders leaving out. All told only five of his men remained. The rest scattering to the winds. With the dark lady, their patron dead, nothing kept them in truth. He orders the placement of the catgirl on a pole, spitted in her cunt, and set out in front of the tower. As a warning to all who came against his riders. He would then with the remaining head out. He collect a new group, and their name would become one of legends. He pause and look back in his saddle at the catgirl. She was quite dead, hell she would have made a great rider.

Post epilogue

A ripple in the earth would tell the wolven. An earth mage had fallen. The familiarity of resonance of the mage would tell him it was Creama. The arch mage would summon his gnarled staff, and would blink from sight as he appeared in front of the tower of Goltheene. He sees his student spitted on the pole, as warning. He cast a glance at the riders that descended down the mountain. Then turned his attention back to her. And with his great arcane mastery, he would transport her and her things back with him. She had called the scrolls as bidden to do. He had found them in a check of the tower, and the node of the womb of the earth. He leave a gate for the wolven that was her mate to follow.

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