Of Warlords and Pleasures: Queen Tsarmina, Daughter of Lord Verdauga Greeneyes
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Tsarmina, Daughter of Lord Verdauga Greeneyes
Tsarmina whirled around her room, purring ecstatically and kneading her claws into the wall hangings. Fortunata the vixen stood close by. The daughter of Lord Verdauga Greeneyes, ruler of Kotir and all Mossflower, Tsarmina the wildcat, stopped her revelry for a moment. "Soon, Fortunata, the throne of Kotir will be mine." The she-cat draped herself across the rich cushions that lay upon her large, long couch, beckoning for the vixen healer to come and sit beside her. Her paw moved swiftly and gracefully, pouring dark wine from a golden flask into two jewel-encrusted silver chalices. Fortunata's yellow eyes never left those of her cunning mistress's as she accepted her goblet. Tsarmina sipped daintily at her wine, her savage green eyes roving about the dim room. "So, my sly vixen, what of my father's progress toward the gates of Dark Forest?" Fortunata laughed nervously. "He's taken enough poison to lie the entire garrison low, milady. Twice, in fact." The wildcat's emerald eyes came to rest upon the vixen. "So you say." Tsarmina took another sip of the wine, the tip of her long tail curling and uncurling upon the velvet pillows. Fortunata dared to speak, her own bushy tail curled about her footpaws. "Er. . . milady, there is one matter. . . er, um. . ." Tsarmina glared at the healer. "Out with it, fox!" Fortunata averted her eyes. "Your brother, Gingivere, milady." The wildcat buffeted the vixen to the damp floor of the room. "Fool! Did you not think that I, Tsarmina, daughter of Lord Verdauga Greeneyes, Ruler of Kotir and all Mossflower, failed to include Gingivere in my plans to seize the throne!? Imbecile!"
Fortunata watched her mistress stalk about the room. Suddenly, Tsarmina set her claws against a tapestry and ripped it lengthwise into ragged tatters. "Am I surrounded by total idiots? Yes!" Just as suddenly, the angry light left the she-cat's face and she turned to Fortunata, who had risen from the floor. "My, my, vixen, you are quite the deceptive one!" Tsarmina strode across the room to where a huge oaken wardrobe stood. Flinging wide the doors, the wildcat selected a long, flowing, almost transparent green cloak. She slid elegantly behind an ornate screen, emerging within a few moments, the cloth draped across her bare, sleekly furred body. "Now," she purred, "will this not win the heart of any malebeast who sets eyes upon me?" Fortunata nodded vigourously. "Oh, yes, milady! I would like to see any male try and resist your beauty!" Tsarmina smiled wickedly. "Let us see if it works tonight."
The long, dank halls of Kotir were lined with dancing shadows from the flickering torchlight as Tsarmina passed through them. Streaks of damp moss grew between the cracks in the stonework, which smelled of wet earth. Tsarmina slid expertly down the halls, halting before the sharp spearblades that barred her way. A stoat and a weasel stood there. "Lord Gingivere Greeneyes has said that nobeast is to enter his room while he is taking his rest." Tsarmina stamped a footpaw angrily upon the damp floorstones of the hall. "Fools! Can you not see that I am Tsarmina, daughter of Lord Verdauga Greeneyes, ruler of all Mossflower? Let me pass!" The guards still blocked her way. "Lod Gingi---" The she-cat held up a paw, deciding to try a new tactic with the slow-witted hordebeasts. "Then, you must allow me to have your names, for, you see, my brother has called for me, and he will be very upset if you do not let me pass." That did it. The spears were lifted hurriedly, and Tsarmina was allowed to slip under the deadly weapons and into the room.
Gingivere, oldest offspring and only son of Lord Verdauga, lay across his bed, bare-chested and with his paws behind his head, gazing up in a half-doze at the damp woodtimbers high above him. The handsome male wildcat did not hear his sister's stealthy entrance into his room. Six Ratguards lined the walls at attention beside the guttering torches. Tsarmina dismissed them with a wave of her paw, nodding at their silent requests to return to their barracks. When the last guard had filed out of the room and down the hall, the wildcat dismissed the two doorguards and then shut the heavy oaken doors, and barred them as well. Gingivere came fully awake then. His gentle green eyes widened in suprise at the sight of his sister, then narrowed in anger. "I thought I told those guards to allow nobeast into my room, Tsarmina." His sister slid over to his side before he could rise and pressed a firm paw against his bare, strong, furred chest. "Lie down, Gingivere." The malecat lay back, but his eyes never left his sister's face. "Why have you come?" Tsarmina let her eyelids drop, and let the gauzy green material she wore to slide down off one shoulder. "I bring a gift." Her paw was warm against his chest, and she left it there. Gingivere watched her carefully. "A gift?" Tsarmina leaned in close enough to her brother so that he could smell the sweet rosewater upon her breath. "I bring you the gift of pleasure, Gingivere." His eyes widened in shock. Although he was a strong, robust wildcat, and very physically handsome, Gingivere had never taken any femalebeast to his bed. True, the kitchens were full of them, all ready to serve and pleasure the soldiers of Kotir, but he had never eyed one of them before. Tsarmina smiled seductively, her paw sliding across his flat pectoral muscles. Her brother stared up at her, his green eyes even wider. "Tsarmina. . . no. . . I. . ." The she-cat brushed her lips against his own, sending a hot jolt through his body. "Come, my brother. The night is young, your guards have departed to their barracks, and we alone are left in this part of the castle." She rose, and strode over to the wall. Using her paw, she methodically extinguished each one. As the last flame hissed, flickered once more, and died, the room was suddenly plunged into darkness. Gingivere lay tensely in the dark, his eyes flicking around the room, trying to pinpoint his sister, his shaft painfully hard and oozing preseed, his body ready for Tsarmina to slide onto him. Suddenly, the heavy velvet drapes that covered the colossal window were pulled back. The moon shone, pure, full, and white, at its peak in the sky. Thick shafts of moonlight bathed the bed and Gingivere in their creamy light. Tsarmina stood beside the window, the huge moon behind her, turning the fur that surrounded her body into a halo. Gingivere could see every curve of his sister's full, slender body through the thin fabric of the green cloak, but could not tear his eyes from her beauty as, slowly, the mantle slipped from her body to the cold stones. Tsarmina slid silently into his bed, between the silken sheets and velvet comforters, feeling the heat from Gingivere's body warm her own bare skin. The malecat, shocked by his mounting lust for his sister, felt her arms encircle his neck, and made no effort to push her away. Her soft lips pressed against his, and Gingivere pulled her close to him, one paw behind her head, pressing her mouth to his own. Her tongue probed his mouth, seeking urgently. Gingivere met her tongue with his own, moaning as her paws stroked downwards. Tsarmina caressed the back of his neck gently, controlling her raging passions. Gingivere pulled his mouth from hers, kissing and blowing breath along her neck, and then caressed the tops of her breasts with his lips.
Tsarmina groaned pleasurably, enjoying the sensations his inexperience brought to her. The malecat ran his tongue along the dark circle around her right nipple, and then took it in his mouth, sucking and licking eagerly, his paws around her slender waist. Tsarmina closed her eyes and leaned back, reveling in the waves of pleasure that rippled through her body to her pulsing loins, her paws gently kneading Gingivere's ears. Gingivere felt the nipple harden in his mouth and took the other, feeling its soft texture roll along his tongue. The malecat pulled his mouth from Tsarmina's breast and sought her lips urgently, with bruising force. The she-cat ran her paws across his face and down his chest as she lay in his embrace, seeking his place of pleasure beneath the silken sheets. Gingivere jerked, his eyes flying open in suprise. Tsarmina rose up on one elbow, her green eyes boring into his. "You have pleasured me, my brother. Now it is time to let me bring pleasure to you." Gingivere allowed himself to be pressed back down upon the pillows, but every muscle in his body was tense. Tsarmina slipped the sheets from both their bodies, revealing her brother's hardened uprightness. The she-cat lay half across the male wildcat, her eyes gazing into his. "Relax." Gingivere let the tautness drain from his muscles and settled himself with a sigh, gazing up at the feline beauty who knelt above him. Tsarmina nuzzled his neck, flicking her tongue out at his ear, then moved lower, working her way with warm lips across the flat planes of muscle that formed his chest, over the dark nipples, lower, toward his even stomach.
Gingivere's breath came in short pants and he shuddered, closing his eyes as his sister reached his large cathood and the satisfactory jewels that lay beneath. Tsarmina gasped with pleasure as she saw what she was after in the moonlight, running a soft paw across its long length. Gingivere clenched pawfuls of the silk sheet, gritting his teeth, fighting to control himself as a warm wetness encompassed his erect member. Tsarmina explored her brother, slowly running her tongue along the top, nibbling with gentle teeth down the sides, blowing warm breath at the base of Gingivere's firm cathood, over his large pouch. Gingivere groaned aloud, panting now, his claws digging into his palms through the thin fabric. Tsarmina licked one last final time at it, then, taking it in her paw, drew her brother down to her. Gingivere pushed aside the last thought of guilt, heated passion and lust throbbing in his head unmercifully, circling his body, pulsing almost uncontrollably in his long shaft. With a savage yowl, he spread Tsarmina's thighs and thrust inside her moistness. Tsarmina arched her back, pressing her hips to Gingivere's as he took her, wild and rampant in the loss of his virginity. The malecat bit into the side of her neck, drawing blood and adding to Tsarmina's lust and his own. Her claws scored the flesh of his shoulders, tearing shallow, jagged wounds in them.
Gingivere pulled out of her pulsing wetness, then sank back in with a snarl, biting Tsarmina's nipples and thrusting hard into her. His sister was not a virgin, but through the haze of blind, sweaty lust, Gingivere cared not. Tsarmina, amazed at her brother's virility, rose to meet his next hard thrust, lowering her head and sinking her teeth into the side of his neck, though not deep enough to kill him. Blood stained the rich sheets as the two tumbled and rolled, snarling and yowling in their unchained passions. Gingivere lay on his back, his sister straddling him. With deliberate slowness, Tsarmina lowered herself down upon the regal shaft. With the moon behind her, Gingivere realized that she looked like a catgoddess come down from the heavens, her head thrown back, nipples jutting outwards, eyes closed. Sweat glistened on her furred skin in the moonlight, on his as well. Gingivere growled, flipping his sister over so that she lay under his again, this time on her stomach. Tsarmina cried out with pleasure as he gripped her thighs and entered her from the back, his paws sliding along her wet skin. She felt a bite on the back of her neck, and assumed the feline postion: kneeling, with her legs spread. Gingivere kept a tight hold on the back of his sister's neck as he thrust into her, his long hot erection probing her wet insides. Tsarmina snarled, her claws shredding a bedsheet as the hot, lustful urge to couple surged through her body. Gingivere growled in answer, his tail caressing her breasts as he pulled out and plunged into her again. The she-cat twisted underneath him so that she lay on her back again, breathing hard, her green eyes gazing up at him. Gingivere watched her for a moment, panting, blood from his back dripping down to mingle with his sweat, and then grabbed her again, his lips and teeth grazing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, lower, toward her stomach. His paws slid downward to cup her slender rump in them as his seeking mouth drew closer to her roiling loins.
Tsarmina shrieked in agonized pleasure as Gingivere's tongue penetrated her hotness, rolling her hips toward his lips. Her brother groaned as well, licking her sweet salt, exploring her gullies and valleys with a probing mouth. Tsarmina panted and moaned, her eyes clenched shut, her claws locked in the sheets. "Gingi. . . oh. . . Gingiveeeeeerrrrrrrreeeeeeeee!" The malecat let the flood of fresh warmness surge over his tongue, his paws kneading her rump. Their tails entwined in the moonlight, circling and rearing like snakes. Suddenly, Gingivere snarled and reared up. Tsarmina met his challenge, arching her back and twisting gracefully as he thrust into her. Claws slashed flesh, teeth gashed necks, blood colored the sheets red, sweat dripped from the two wildcats' lunging bodies onto the pillows. Gingivere snarled and yowled as Tsarmina's claws rent his shoulders again. His sister growled as his teeth found her neck, sinking into her flesh. His hot uprightness rubbed along her stomach, searching for her damp opening as Tsarmina arched her back, reaching for his jewels. Gingivere writhed and shoved into her, pinning his wild sister to the bed by her shoulders. With one snarling, triumphant roar, Gingivere thrust into Tsarmina and came. A stream of clear, hot seed shot from the top of his member into her loins. Tsarmina yowled in pleasure, thrusting ecstatically against her brother's hips. "Power. . . will. . . be. . . mine!"
Gingivere collapsed upon the bloody sheets, exhausted. Tsarmina lay across his chest, licking at the wounds her claws had made upon his skin. Her brother stroked her ears, panting. The two said no words. Tsarmina's eyes narrowed in a victorious smile. Gingivere's paw slid from her head onto her back as the malecat drifted off to sleep. Tsarmina's claws fondled his face as she breathed, "I alone am the conqueror, Gingivere."
The next thing Gingivere knew, he was being hauled down to the dungeons of Kotir by a mob of yelling guards. A flailing stave caught him high on the brow and he staggered as another slapped him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. As he was hustled past, Gingivere's eyes met those of a Warriormouse, imprisoned in a cell beside the hall he was being dragged down. The last thing that the malecat heard before he blacked out were the shouted words of the soldiers: "Long live Queen Tsarmina!"
Tsarmina lay across her bed, remembering the things she and Gingivere had done. The wildcat laughed to herself, rolling over onto her back onto a pile of richly colored cushions. Perhaps she would call for him again one day, to do those things again. Tsarmina rose, and looked out of the window. She could still smell the musky aroma of Gingivere's skin, and sighed pleasurably. It was all too bad that she had had to imprison him forever. But, for now, she was content to rule Kotir and all of Mossflower by herself. The beautiful, bare wildcat heard a tap at her door. Rising, she swung it open and embraced her new lover; a handsome, strong, virile young malefox called Ringtail. Why he was called that, she didn't know, and probably never would. As she drew the young malefox down onto her richly colored and cushioned bed, Tsarmina gasped as he took a nipple in his mouth, and responded by grasping his erect foxhood. Who ever said that foxes were not lovers? The wildcat moaned, and arched her body into Ringtail's hard and muscled one as his paws slid downwards. . . What pleasure.
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