A Curious Case of Lynera and Urzic
> “I’d rather not remember.” ~Lynera
“Who would’ve thought...?”
King Urzic massaged the frown on his forehead. He sat on a small throne made of stone displaying hints of dust and cracks of old age. What was once an abandoned keep of a dead lord, the remaining wing of this ruined building had been hastily repurposed as a dungeon of sorts. The room was lit with meiyal-crafted torches, giving light to old webbed stone walls, rotting wood, and muddy carpets.
He tore away from his reminiscing thoughts and focused more on recent events: the Visitor’s appearance. A once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. An event so sparse that generations passed without even witnessing their arrival. So segregated that some kingdoms or countries—now devoured mostly by the Nightmare Lands—wouldn’t even know one had come and gone. If it hadn’t been because of this mythological arrival, along with Lady Katherine the Seeker, they would’ve taken Central by now.
“Mmmph!”
King Urzic made a long sigh. No matter. Other successes well hidden under the enemy’s nose whispered to him during the travel home.
For the matter at hand, he would need to recuperate his forces. The losses from this failed invasion had dealt a massive blow, one too demoralizing to recover from. Not to mention losing six of his Lord Knights. He cared little for Xiv, but Dystro and the others were assets he preferred to keep.
“Mmmph!”
“Four moon cycles at the very least.” It was hours past midnight and yet he forced himself to read reports regarding the kingdom’s economic situation. He needed a miracle and fast. “Two Darks, worst case.”
Two moons orbited Brymeia. The Darkmoon and the Shinemoon. Each had their own moon cycles. The Darkmoon, reflecting blood red in the night took twice the fifty-day cycle of the Shinemoon that reflected azure blue.
Keeping these in mind, the king made sound estimates for how long his kingdom would last before the situation started to complicate. Morale would be on the deep low; he wouldn’t be surprised to see more defects like Hal and Ral in the coming days. Vyndival had fallen to its direst state in all of its history, his citizens wouldn’t even have stick nor mettle to mount an uprising.
“Mmmmmph!”
King Urzic made another sigh, longer than the last one. He massaged his blue eyes that had been strained to exhaustion.
He placed down the papers, giving up for the night for any miraculous thought to form in his mind. He had been dumping all his efforts on various strategies for national survival, and while some of them might have a chance of salvaging a hundred million or two, he would rather come up with one that would save at least ten times that amount, if not all of them.
“Perhaps venturing to new ground is the only way.” He made a soft glance to his right that led deeper into the dungeon. “Don’t you think?”
A few paces down the hallway of stone, Lynera was blindfolded and gagged, drips of drool threaded down from either side of her mouth. Her arms were tied on her back by exquisite knots that riddled throughout her body. Thick weaves of ropes wrapped around each of her breasts, just enough so that they seemed to pop out, and then circled around her knees and thighs so that they prevented any leg movement. Candle waxes stained random portions of her body and was sure not to miss the delicate parts.
The felintine sat on the most uncomfortable platform, metal shaped to a standing triangle. Her legs struggled to maintain balance on either side, forcing the tip of the structure to constantly dig between her legs. Sweat, tears, and the rest of her bodily liquids made the metal slick, causing her thighs to loosen their grip and allowing her entire weight to press right on the middle. There was a strong alluring stench of piss mixed with the rest of her juices pooling on the floor where the metallic triangular horse stood.
King Urzic circled around Lynera, his eyes absorbing the artful masterpiece she displayed. The scent of lust oozed from the felintine, proclaiming to the entire world of the intense heat bubbling inside her.
The sight of Urzic aggravated her condition and she started thrusting her hips on the triangle. Her breathing and moaning, harsh and uncontrolled, invited him to participate in the show. Lynera’s eyes shifted quickly on many things: whips, candles, a thin wooden stick, metallic balls…she even stared at his groin. She wanted him to use them, any of them.
The evening was young and he had spent the entire travel home on meetings, discussions, and meanderings on how to tackle the misfortune he had brought upon his great kingdom.
Four days, he lived without any release to his stress.
Lynera had been on the edge half that time and had spent every effort possible to seduce him. Playing with herself did very little to satiate her monstrous lust, even this pleasurable torture only ever heightened her sensitivity and never allowed her the true climactic release she desired.
Are all felintines like this?
King Urzic took her from the triangle and forced himself inside her without bothering to untie the ropes. She didn’t need to move, only serve to be his outlet for release.
Lynera’s sexual embrace convulsed almost instantly and a high-pitched moan of satisfaction echoed and bounced within the stone walls of the room. It only provoked Urzic further.
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King Urzic couldn’t tell for how long he and Lynera spent the time indulging at each other’s bodies. It could have been a couple of hours, or an entire day might have passed since.
Lynera had made her way out of her bonds somewhere during the raunchy back and forth, now resting exhausted beside him.
“Still can’t remember anything?” were the first words he said to her.
“No,” she replied. “At this point, maybe I don’t think I want to remember.”
Urzic started idly picking at the waxes around her body. Lynera was beautiful. An art made alive. Her curves, sublime; her ears covered with fur, exquisite; her tail, delectable. Even the burns, the bruises, the scratches, the whip wounds, and even the rope marks around her body were strokes of love on a canvas made specifically to accept them.
She was made perfect.
It made Urzic want to start over. Wipe the canvas clean and start painting on it again.
Without a word, he covered her with a blanket he produced from one of his Forged containers and carried her outside of the dungeons.
Lynera accepted the gesture and allowed herself to be carried like a princess. The hour-long stroll eventually led them back to the palace proper, entering an enormous gate guarded by a single knight.
The knight on duty made a firm salute and opened the gates, but otherwise said nothing.
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In silence, Urzic carried on and entered the Royal Garden.
It was the only garden left in Vyndival able to resonate the moonlight, absorbing the purple harmony from both the Darkmoon and the Shinemoon’s full bloom and performing a dazzle pleasing to the eye. Flowers made a prism of colors, playing from different shades of red and blue and purple. Other plants glowed in contrast, while a few glimmered in different twinkling shimmers.
The King walked amidst the light show, reminiscing how the garden used to be. It was sadder now, lacking in its usual color despite the brilliance they showed. Perhaps it was because of the kingdom’s condition. Perhaps it was simply because his memories only remembered the garden when the people tending to them were fulfilled, compared to these dire times when everything was accompanied by hardship.
He glanced at Lynera, silent and eyes glued at the illuminating spectacle of flowers and leaves displaying the musical of lights. They went deeper into the garden. They were the only two there, and the formation of plants made the path narrower.
Lynera pressed her hands closer to her chest. A sign of anticipation, perhaps?
King Urzic said nothing, continuing on further into the starry tunnel of hedgerows. They opened to a pond that reflected the astronomical lights. Glowing flowers and insects played around the shore. The water glimmered under the moonlights, expressing a subtle purple hue.
King Urzic settled Lynera on the ground, then began to undress. The felintine braced herself even further. She smiled, oblivious to his intent. The surprise on her face when he carried her again was too refreshing to not treasure.
The water was clear, cold, and shallow. He placed Lynera over the water and began to wash her. His hands were gentle, cleaning each portion of her body and removing the stench and stickiness from her long, brown hair and cat-ears. He cautiously washed her brown tail, then poured water over her face before moving on to the rest of her body.
Lynera kept silent. Her face displaying continued surprise and a hint of confusion. This was the literally the first other act Urzic did for her aside from the endless sex.
After a while, King Urzic lifted Lynera once again and went further into the pond. The water was deeper, right above the waist. He stared at her without a word while pouring more water over her hair.
He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t tell the truth, not after what he had done.
King Urzic grew up as a fully-fledged royalty and Blessed with the Monarch’s Law before he even learned to utter common words. His father, King Menoris, passed away with the discovery of Vyndival’s doom. He didn’t know the first thing about ruling a city, more so a whole kingdom.
But the Monarch’s Law carried his commands, and so he was deemed worthy enough to rule. Each subject was forced to obey his words to the letter. But the Blessing had its own limits and its own side-effects.
No command could force them to commit suicide, and no command could force them to fall in love. Everything else was upon the discretions of both the wielder of the Blessing and the poor soul subjected to the commands.
This led to Urzic Lasterfol’s life to be one forged by fake bonds and forced friendships, surrounded by powerful people wearing masks both in social gatherings and private meetings. A life too convoluted by lies for one as young as his.
Lynera was his first real subject. The felintine had heard his commands, had obeyed them, and had exceeded them beyond expectations. Despite her missing memories, she had recognized the press of his Blessing and had endeavored to please him rather than spite him for it.
He didn’t know why, Lynera only said she’d fallen in love. To him that was unreasonable, but it didn’t take him long to recognize that she was hiding something more than just simple infatuation.
Truthfully, he hoped that she cared. He held on to fact that the restriction of the Blessing held water despite the scarcity in its research. Once, just out of curiosity, he had told a random peasant girl to fall in love with him. The whole ordeal quickly turned awkward and they never met again. And the abrupt end of that was the sole evidence that carried along this entire relationship…
A shower ran through his hair, bringing King Urzic back to his senses. Lynera cupped water over two trembling hands, placing it over the King’s head. She smiled as her hands eventually held both his cheeks, pulling him close.
“I think I like this treatment, too,” she said as their lips closed for an intimate kiss.
He had lost track of time dwelling too much in his thoughts. And a whole lot more with the kiss. Excitement built from under his waist, and the dark thought of pushing Lynera’s head down the pond to satisfy himself at the cost of drowning her clouded every rationality he had.
He was able to stop himself, and Lynera’s knowing smile almost instantly shattered his resolve. Thankfully, it was only almost.
It was getting later than late. King Urzic lifted up Lynera once again, and this time, the felintine merrily enjoyed the ride. He made her sit on a small rock and covered her with the night cloak while he dressed himself, not minding the drench.
He carried her again past the Royal Garden that continued to display the brilliant lights. A tug on his robe caught his attention. Lynera was entranced by the dazzle, her brown ears perked as if to listen. He found a nice spot to sit on, but made it so that Lynera had to stay on his lap. The felintine didn’t mind nor cared. She was too absorbed in the light show.
They spent a good hour in silence until King Urzic decided it was time to go. The felintine kept her eyes focused at the garden until the very last second.
“…remember…” A silent whisper came from the felintine. She had withdrawn to herself before the king could even ask. “…who I am…”
The doors of the King’s Tower opened as they arrived. Sentries kept their stoic posture in the dead of night, melding as if part of the furniture.
King Urzic took the spiraling steps behind the throne room to the room at the highest point of the tower. A knight sentry opened the door for them.
“I don’t need guards for tonight,” said the King before he entered.
“Beg pardon, Your Majesty, but we cannot—”
“Do not make me repeat myself.” There was no power nor any trail of Monarch’s Law in his voice. Only a simple sentence uttered solely out of pure fatigue. “Go to sleep, all of you.”
The sentry dared not utter another word. He bowed and closed the door before him. The sound of his armor clanged as he made his way down. Then groups of resounding armor echoed behind the door in a fading march.
The King’s room was devastatingly huge; it took more than just a few steps to get to the bed chamber. Weapons, armors, trophies, and elegant threads of silk and wool intermingled with each other in a way that imposed a royal and organized ambiance. Low-lit meiyal-crafted torches were strategically placed and man-sized windows were curtained on even scales.
King Urzic placed Lynera on the huge bed and removed her cloak. He gave her a dress but the felintine merely held it in her hands. She looked distracted, completely unfocused.
King Urzic sighed, deep and tired. He removed all his clothing and sat beside Lynera. He reached over the nightstand and drew a long dagger. Lynera caught sight of it, and her hands defensively formed a fist, tugging at the dress.
“I’m giving up, Lynera,” the King finally spoke. He stared at the dagger for a while. A fine-tuned blade nestled in a firm golden grip. There were many like it scattered in the room, but this one was closest to his reach. He placed the dagger beside Lynera. “There will be no guards surrounding the tower tonight, as tired as you are, you can still get out of this place.”
The felintine took the dagger with both hands. “What’s this for?”
“Whatever purpose.” The King stared deep into her eyes, more intimate than those glares he threw during her sexual torture. “With your memories returned, I’m sure you know where to go. I’m sure this life of depravity isn’t one you really want. I’ve had fun with our time together, I really did. I’ve fallen in love with you. But the things I did to you, that was you without your memories. I can’t blame you if you hate me for indulging myself too much of you.
“So, now it’s your turn. The real you. With the war lost, my people have very little faith in me, if they ever had any in the first place. This kingdom will fall apart. If you want your revenge, I will give you no other chance aside from this one.”
King Urzic heard the sound of tightening grip. So her memories did return.
“Revenge?” Lynera’s cat-ears shot up with anger. “Are you mad? Yes, you strangled me, burned me, whipped me, bound me, imprisoned me, drugged me. Yes, you fucked me! You do it day and night. But you did it with my consent! It didn’t matter what my past was! It was still me! All I wanted was for you to break me, and keep me for your own!”
Lynera’s tears fell with her rising anger as she threw the dagger away. The echoes of metal clanging on stone faded in the distance.
“Why would you throw me away like that?” Her voice broke as she curled and dug herself on her knees.
The question pulled at Urzic's heart like a tensed string threatening to snap. His breath tightened and his own tears started to fall.
“I’m sorry,” he said, wrapping Lynera around his arms almost too quickly.
The felintine sobbed and cried.
“I won’t throw you away. I’ll cater to your every need. I’ll try and break you every night and every day.”
Her sobs subsided and she peeked with one crying eye. “Prove it.”
Urzic smiled at his adorable woman.
“We won’t be talking about your memories tonight, will we?”
Lynera curled up into a rounder ball, her voice coming out muffled at this point. “I require proof of your eternal loyalty before I can be convinced to share my secrets.”
“Fine.”
He began by finding a way to slither inside Lynera’s ball and kiss her trembling lips. The breaking of Lynera didn’t stop until she was fully asleep.
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