Distraction Amidst the War
> “Times were desperate. Sacrifices had to be made. I take responsibility for what I’ve done. I would rather that my men hate me; that all those I rule detest who I am. If that’s how it’s going to be, then let it, but a king I shall remain. I will save this kingdom, no matter the cost.” ~King Urzic Lasterfol
“Please, stop!”
Inside the sturdy walls of the moving castle, above the spiral stairs behind the throne room, where the war cries and clashing of metal echoed in subdued tones settled King Urzic’s private quarters.
“I beg you, please!”
He remained to his personal entertainment, drowning the cacophony of war with sounds more pleasing to his ear. His focus directed solely into this piece of meat, ripened to a disgusting sweetest so that he could savor its slow rotting process.
“No!”
“Lynera!” King Urzic allowed himself to drown under the overwhelming sense of superiority as he continued to violate his masterpiece.
Young, aggressive, and dangerous. There atop his bed, he shoved himself inside the meat without care for her cries. He savored every aching moan, every exquisite scream, every rhythmic beat of flesh upon flesh squelching through sticky liquids.
Drown in this joy, Lynera, for there may be no tomorrow!
Lynera—a felintine without memories—responded with musical moans and suppressed screams as her breasts bounced in rhythm to the king’s movements. He dug his fingers into the pair of luscious mounds. The felintine’s sexual embrace gripped him; juices flowed down her legs. The King stopped and pulled Lynera by the neck.
“You’re one perverted cat, aren’t you?”
Lynera breathed heavily as her brown feline ears folded in fatigue. “No more,” she pleaded, her eyes in between defiant glares and drowned pleasure.
Urzic slammed her down the bed, their musical union intensified in both strength and tempo.
“You’re lucky to even be alive. You would’ve ended a whore either way. Better to be my whore than bed different men every night.”
He further increased his pace and Lynera’s moaning and screaming filled the room once more. Music to his ears. He grabbed her brown tail and she responded as expected, like pressing buttons of a toy.
“I’m learning all your weak spots, Lynera. You’ll beg me to punish you every day for the rest of your life.”
Lynera couldn’t respond, her entirety focused on staying conscious amidst the intensity. She gripped the bedsheets, threatening to tear apart the expensive fabric as she struggled to maintain control.
The felintine’s retaliation was ecstasy to Urzic. Soon it will be replaced by voluntary seductions; might as well savor the moment. He reached his peak. With each thrust he made, erupting sounds of colliding flesh accompanied by the helpless cries of his partner brought him to a high as he released every ounce of his essence inside her.
He didn’t care for her cries. The moment was electrifying.
The King fell on his bed as he released the felintine. He etched the beautiful art in front of him into his mind.
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Beautiful, elegant, uncontrolled.
Lynera rolled beside him, her sigh as satisfied as his.
“Can’t believe you talked me into this while we’re in the middle of a war,” she said in between exhausted breaths. Simply hearing her breath, her words, gave King Urzic thoughts of ravaging her again.
No time for that.
“How’s your head?” he asked, caressing her soft furred ears.
“Dizzy.”
“Still nothing?”
Lynera shook her head once. “Still nothing.” Her ears perked up and she quickly jumped out of bed to look out the window just across their bed. She had a leg over the windowsill, her naked hips pointed at Urzic.
This woman…He wanted to press her onto the glass and violate her. Everything she did, whether intentional or not, had done nothing but tear away at his conscience and self-control.
“If we survive this, you can have me anytime you want, Urzic.” Lynera was staring at him, eyes too confident for a woman without memories. “You can do anything you want with me, but you have more important matters to address to right now.”
How did he end up with such a complicated and mysterious woman? All Urzic knew was that she came from the Nightmare Lands, retrieved by one of Xiv’s expeditions when the former Lord Knight was still respectful enough and knew his place.
Somehow, someway, she ended up in his hands. He tried to find ways to cure her amnesia, but it seemed as though Lynera herself didn’t care if she could retrieve her memories or not.
She was more interested in sex, the pleasure of it, resisting it, drowning in it, succumbing to it. A felintine always in heat. And whether one could consider it a stroke of luck or a curse, she had somehow imprinted on him.
Her kind had always been this way, this much Urzic knew, but to experience their voraciousness for intimacy first hand was mindboggling. Everyday, she would invite him, and she would never decline any of his requests. Even today—
“King Urzic,” called out a man’s voice from behind a meticulously designed metal door.
War didn’t have time for appreciation.
“Enter,” the King responded. He got out of his bed and donned some clothes.
The door opened and a soldier revealed himself with a salute, only taking a single step inside. Urzic looked directly into the soldier’s eyes, studying him. He could sense the soldier’s desire to glance towards the window where Lynera still stood, who made no effort to even try and cover herself.
“Steady, Yodir. Eyes on me.”
The soldier, Yodir, closed his eyes for a long second and reaffirmed his remarkable discipline, keeping his eyes directly towards his King as he explained the situation. “The Forest Jaws stopped, My King.”
“By what?”
“Five renegades. The troops surrounding the castle were injured or blown away, and the rest are hesitant. Even our giants cannot stop them. It seems one of them is the Iristan Princess, My King.”
Urzic sighed at the mention of Kristel. “Very well. Summon the Lord Knights and wait by the gates.”
“With all due respect, My King, Lord Knight Xiv and Lord Knight Dystro are already in the front—”
“Xiv relinquished his status of Lord long before this war began. Do not address him again as such, he’s nothing more now than an ordinary soldier. Dystro was sent out with another task. Gather whoever is available. Do I make myself clear?” As one in-command, Urzic excelled in delivering his words with just enough intimidation. Only those who were accustomed to his manner of speaking were allowed to deliver messages to him. Otherwise, they would end up too afraid to do their jobs properly.
“Understood.” The soldier gave an esteemed salute and turned around.
King Urzic approached a marble table littered with plans and documents. He began to Don. A ring on his left pointing finger flashed a red light as it transformed into pieces of his golden armor settled over the table. He picked them up one by one starting with the bracers. He was old-fashioned this way.
“I’ll be here when you come back.” Lynera had the mind to wear a silken robe but didn’t bother to tie them up as she busied herself assisting him.
Before her, he had never trusted anyone to prepare his protection for him. He stared at her, appreciating the view and her gesture. After the last piece of armor was set in place, he gave her a kiss. She took it with sudden aggression, wrapping her arms around his head as they both savored the wetness of their tongues.
A minute passed before Lynera decided to let go.
Urzic, slightly stricken, nodded once. He regained composure a second right after.
The atmosphere outside his quarters were cold and damp, the cacophony of war now in full force as their echoes bounced off the stone walls.
His mind set on to work, a grievous one worth more lives than he was willing to pay. Reality was never lenient. It pressed harder on the desperate. And King Urzic and his kingdom were well beyond what passed for desperate.
“This better be worth it,” he said as made his way down the spiral steps. “Damn faunel...”
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