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The deep growl was locked in the panther's throat where his path had been changed before his very eyes. Where he'd thought he was supposed to be heading towards the volcano in order to take on the main forces defending the King of Death, this feline now found himself on the path towards the town with no way to go back the way he'd come. As a martial artist Max could handle the rough terrain, and increased temperatures, his body conditioned to handle such things where Claude was far more of a people person thanks to his fencing training. This removed the two from their elements, put them at a distinct disadvantage that these guardians would have to overcome. An inconvenience to say the least, but not one that they shouldn't have foreseen coming, especially on an island controlled by Hades.

Even where those yellow eyes stared down the length of the path he was now forced to walk, he knew that it wasn't going to simply be easy to get to the town, and even once there he would need to try his best to rally support, if there was any support at all. Such a job would be much better for Claude where he knew how to handle people, this martial artist having disconnected himself from people for the sake of improving his skills. It left him with far less of a personality than his swordsman friend. At this point it was looking like splitting up had been a major mistake, but even if they had stayed together, it wouldn't have stopped the King of Death from doing this exact tactic on them anyway.

It wasn't like Max believed this route would be any safer than the other. He was walking towards a town that, for all he knew, was completely under the influence of Hades. He'd have to adapt to this, the idea that he could possibly be taking on an entire town didn't strike him in any form of a positive way. That was if he could even get to the town. First had to make his way up this path, the destiny was to be the village, but if he couldn't get there because of attacks on the road, it wouldn't matter at all. At no point did this feline believe that they were simply going to allow him to stroll into their only established civilization and start recruiting people to his cause. Thinking anything different would be bare foolishness. Already he was expecting to be attacked, he was expecting for someone to charge out at him in his route towards the town. Nothing about this island was safe, it was important to expect and attack at any moment the entire time that they were here.

What this panther had learned a while back was that it was best to spend your down time analyzing. Allowing yourself to prepare mentally for the next encounter while studying the memories of the moves used against you. So far on this island he'd met only two races. The first race he'd met was the lizard people. These were somewhat short compared to him, but intelligent enough to use weapons and group tactics. This panther knew that in a large enough force they could be a true threat, but when it came down to one on one the race was rather weak. That didn't mean that he would underestimate them, it only took one to finish him off and then his part in this adventure would be over. The second race he'd seen was a smaller group of pigs. They're smell was stronger than the unwashed lizards, and they seemed to favor weapons more than their scaled comrades, but without larger numbers they weren't as much of a threat to him. It would take something with a bit more strength to challenge Max, and he knew that such a foe would be coming in eventually, especially after having fought that demon goat.

There was no reason to analyze the goat, Max had no believe that he was going to be meeting another like him, instead that seemed to be a one shot attack tactic by the lizards. This meant that they were smart enough to understand magic, at least some of them were anyway. This feline pressed on his path, knowing that it would eventually bend around towards the town. With no plan of what he was going to do once he got to the town, this feline was taking this one step at a time. Those steps soon came to an abrupt stop where lizards quickly burst from the woods to charge at him. Hissing, calling out to him, and ready to take on this panther just as many others had before. The thought occurred that many if he aimed to kill, maybe if he took their lives, he could pass further. The training he'd endured to reach his level had long since taught him that such thoughts were evil. He should honor all life, even the life of his enemies. If he was powerful enough to kill them then he was powerful enough not to kill them. A fast lift of his defense came where he looked around himself to take in his chances.

"Mmm, look what we have here," One would say to the others, "We came here expecting to get a bit of wolf, but instead get treated to kitty cat."

Another speaks up, "I don't know about eating, but I wouldn't mind taking a taste of this hunk."

The talk amongst the lizard bothered the canine, their believing that they had him already just because of numbers. He's been fighting lizards sense he arrived and these small creatures thought that numbers gave them the advantage. A shake of his head and a smirk on his lips drew their attention back towards him and away from their little comments. He wasn't about to simply allow them to talk poorly of him, as if he would be easy to defeat. With his experience, these overconfident types could only be treated in one way. And that was to reply with his own comments.

"Sorry everyone. I'm going to make you work for that." He said in an almost apologetic tone as if to tease with a slight shrug of his shoulders, "But don't worry, after I'm done smashing your heads in, I'll make sure to tell the next group of lizards that you were just as weak as the first group."

They didn't seem amused by this, the lizard group starting to approach to test his words against his actions. Max had forced them to take this fight seriously, had shown them that he wasn't going to be intimidated just because they had numbers on their side. The feline kept his eyes open, watching and waiting to see who was going to be the first to try and take him on. His guard still up and his techniques polished and ready to show off. The panther kept his attention on them, their sounds, their movements, waiting for that first indication of who would be rushing in at him first so that he could make sure that he wasn't going to be caught off guard. An attack that could come from any direction didn't require eyes, eyes could lie. It was his other heightened senses that were going to tell him where this attack came from first.

His ear twitched quickly, and in a fast turn he'd twist himself, delivering a hard punch straight into the sternum of the lizard that had been rushing in. This single act prompted the charge from the rest of them. A straight kick back knocking another backwards away from him in order to allow him to twist his flexible feline body into a barrel roll before his other leg came down in a hard hammer kick to the top of another lizard's skull forcing the face directly into the ground itself. The perfect landing spinning this feline before he picked up his defense again just in time to block two claw swipes at him, slapping them downward in order to grip the reptile and deliver a well placed knee to the stomach.

This flow of momentum was never destined to last forever. A pair of scaled hands finally gripping his back where he turned to reach behind him, but soon felt the others pushing against his black furred body until he felt a tree at his spine. He hadn't been expecting to be trapped so easily and while he lifted his guard a fist came in to strike at her the side of his muzzle in order to daze him a bit. It was only a second after that he felt the teeth sink into the side of his neck, hips grinding against his own, bulge against bulge where he was held tightly against the large tree.

A fast lift of his knee would connect to that bulge on the lizard sending him tumbling away, but that only allowed another reptile to grip that knee and place it over her shoulder, nuzzling her snout into his crotch just to try and build him up for her own pleasure. Just as her hand was about to grip the pants and liberate that thickening member he'd scoop his leg around her chest to kick her away from him. Without even putting that foot down the feline would thrust that leg to the side, breaking the grip on his one hand that allowed him to spin himself around, swinging to wrap his arms around the lizard holding his other hand against the tree, but continuing the spin with more force in order to throw the small reptile further into the woods.

A roar from the panther lungs startled the approach of the other lizards, giving him time to send a few more to the ground with well placed strikes from his fists. A fury of kicks soon followed with a few more and just when the others remaining started to flee, this feline finally allowed himself to relax. His eyes looking around the ground in order to view each person he'd attacked. The smile creeping to his lips when he came to the simple realization that he'd killed none of them. An easy stretch of his back would help him to loosen his muscles, making his way back towards the rode so that he could once again continue in his journey. He never felt good about having to use his martial skills, but this quest that they'd been sent on by the great goddess herself was far too important for him to be delayed for too long. With Max heading on his way towards the town once again he had to hope that there wouldn't be any other stalls, but sometimes things don't always go as expected, and sometimes disappointment was inevitable.

The hope that no other creatures would attack him was a pipe dream at best. Of course he was going to be attacked again, the real question was how soon, and if he would be able to avoid it when it happened. For now the feline raced his way towards the length of the road, taking its bends and praying each time that there was nothing around the corner. Max wasn't afraid of fights, but didn't openly look for them either. The wise man was the one that faced a fight with the intent to avoid it. This was precisely what the feline was doing, hoping that he could get out of other conflict rather than having to stall himself in taking down more people, despite his masterful skill in his craft. This didn't mean that he simply wouldn't fight anymore. Max was no monk, but he simply didn't want to invest the time in putting up a defense again, especially after being delayed so much from that last fight.

The scent of the ocean caught his muzzle easily, reminding him of the beauty that this island once held and could hold again with the King of Death defeated. It was motivating to think that he might be able to return this island to what it once was instead of what it was now. The feline took in a deep breath from it, continuing his path, but soon coughed at the smell when it suddenly changed. The stench of body sweat and drenched fur immediately impacted his nose like a jack hammer, eyes watering at the scent before he finally was able to push forward again. Soon he came into view of the cause of such a terrible offense, the very display almost as devastating as the scent itself. He'd watch them for only a second; studying them and doing everything he could in order to remain upright from the dizzying odor.

The bovine smirked to one another as they approached, mostly female where their breasts bobbed and sways to and fro while taking their heavy steps towards him. The matted fur showed their constantly display of sweat that had locked their musk onto their bodies. Max continued to try standing his ground, the scent becoming more and more powerful every step that they took, almost like they were aiming their stink directly at him. The leading female licked her lips viewing over the feline that stood before her. Even swaying her hips a bit to shake that front belly a bit, and that udder that hand just off of her stomach, letting him see just how full it really was.

"You look a bit tired, kitty. Wanna have a drink of my warm milk? Might help you relax." She said softly, seductively while slowly stepping towards him while the others stayed back.

Her hand moved to the swollen udders, gripping her teets and with a fast squeeze she'd shook out a quick stream of milk over the ground. Her hand even coming up to her mouth as if embarrassed for what she had just done, but it was obviously all part of the same ploy. The smell of the milk that had escaped boosted the scent in this area, making her hot musky smell even more forceful. It went to show just where most of that putrid stench was coming from. With a step back he'd try to keep his stomach out of his throat, wondering how he could possibly defend himself if he couldn't even breath. The scent didn't seem to bother the bovine at all. Of course it wouldn't, it's their stench.

Max did his best to lift his guard, but it failed instantly when her hands wrapped around his body, even lifting him off of his footing while she hugged close to him. The feeling of his fur dampening around his stomach showed that she was crushing her udder against his body, forcing that smell onto him. The wreaking scent filled the air instantly, forcing this feline from being able to defend himself at all where he felt like he was more likely to pass out than fight back. His limbs hanging easily at his side under her grip, his head rolling to the side with his eyes half closed. He needed to fight back, but every second he was around her sapped his strength from his body. Those large muscles were nothing if he couldn't get over this daze enough to actually use them.

What snapped him out of the dizzy spell cast by the terrible smell of these creatures was the feeling of her bovine lips press against his muzzle where she even used her fat tongue to part his lips and forcing him to gag on her taste. The flavor of the tongue wasn't something even this martial artist wanted to ever reflect on, but the shock had gotten to him to the point where he was pushing against her finally. More of that milk spurting out over his body, even covering his chest in her terrible scent. With a fast palm strike he'd force her to let go and the feline dropped to his knees before springing away from her, only to land on one knee.

"Sorry," he said trying to catch his breath, "Not today."

The bovine seemed less than impressed, rolling her eyes at his words while moving back towards him. It was no effort before to get him locked up, it wasn't going to be a challenge now. She underestimated this feline, she felt that she had the skill and talent to take him on, especially in this weakened state. What she hadn't considered was his recovery time and what the panther was willing to do to keep himself from letting that happen. She felt that she had this in the bag, her techniques, her seduction would be more than enough to trap him again, and force him into surrendering. The king might even allow her to keep this kitty as a personal pet if she did well enough. The smirk from the idea appearing easily on her lips while she prepared herself.

"Come on kitty. Even if you beat me, you have others right behind me that will get you. Be a good cat and just give in. Let me show you what these big titties can do." She replied to his statement. Max hadn't noticed before, and her udder was rather large, but her large breasts were way bigger. The very view of them almost made him want to do just what she said.

He gasped at the realization that he was actually thinking of giving in to this cow's calls. A fast shake of his head released him from these thoughts. Smell or no smell this quest was important and he needed to get himself focused, get himself into the game so that he can overcome these bovine. There had to be a way to take them down. If he could just get over the scent, get his senses used to them, something, then he would be able to get close enough to actually attack them. That focus again locked on the cow in front of him, her hands seductively moving over her large lifted breasts, even playing with her nipples while giving him a few winks and a blown kiss or two. It was then that it came to him, a soft smirk appearing and then fading over his lips as he simply nodded to her.

"Ok... I'll give in to you." Steps took this feline closer, slowly, fighting the smell, but it was helped that she took the steps to come to him.

Her arms reached out to him, the bright smile on her lips where she moved to try and pull him in towards her, wanting his face right between her breasts where he could lose himself fully to her very scent. Those arms never had the chance to wrap around him though. Her eyes widen in pain as she felt his knee move up hard, connecting directly into her udder with her putrid milk spraying out in all direction from the shifting teets of the impacted blow. He'd connected as hard as possible, doubling her over in pain while he continued again and again to knee her hard directly in her milk container. Finally Max ended it with a toss to his side, throwing the cow to the ground where she sprawled around trying to regain herself. The long black leg of the panther lifting before coming down in an axe kick just to send that heel of his foot into her large tits. This bovine finding herself passed out from the pain.

The other cows and bulls were rushing in now, their own stench not much better than the first, but if he kept moving he might be able to keep up his momentum rather than being affected by the scent of these filth covered creatures. A swing of a long axe tore through the air at this feline, giving him just enough time to lean to the side and avoid the strike. Where the blade connected to the ground he'd step on the back of it, jumping into range and with a fast spin of his hips he'd deliver a hard kick to the side of the bull's head. Though the bull felt himself forced to the side, his hand didn't release the shaft of the axe and he wasn't out yet. The huff from the nose sent the dust clear out of it before he'd pull the axe clear out of the ground with one mighty pull. Lifting the bladed hacking weapon above his head this feline moved fast, striking upward above himself and as the weapon came down he'd connect to the base of the blade, breaking the shaft of the axe just as it was about to make contact.

Bovine, especially bulls, had very thick skulls and head strikes wouldn't do the kind of damage he was used to doing, but where he disarmed the bull that had attacked him, Max moved a hard kick to impact the bull directly in the stomach. The force of the strike leaned him forward, allowing the feline to bring his knee up and connect straight into the creature's face. This combo finally dropped him, before he turned to the other few that were left. A female gripped her teets while another bull with an axe came in quickly. Max prepared himself again, this time going straight for the weapon from the beginning. Milk sprayed about, aimed at the feline, but even the spurts that missed still filled the air with that horrendous smell. His hand breaking the shaft right between the grips that the bull had on it. Grabbing the bull's vest he'd knee him hard to the stomach not once, not twice, but three times before turning to shoulder throw the beast onto the ground, a strong kick to the face would ensure that he didn't get up for some time. This allowed his attention to be on the two remaining cows.

A fast rush a streams of white zipped by him in his approach. Finally a leap into the air would allow him to plant the base of his foot into the face of the cow shooting at him, and using her head as a spring board would give him the opportunity to flip over the swing of a club that was coming his way. He didn't see what happened, but a loud thud sounded out during his jump and when he landed only the one with the club seemed to still be standing. This cow charging the panther quickly, her club swinging hard at him, but to no avail when his hand gripped the very end of the club in mid swing and pushed it hard directly into the throat of the bovine to send her backward coughing. This feline then moved quickly, his fists landing in her sides and finished with a hard side swinging kick that connected his tempered shin directly into her jiggling udder. More milk slashing out of her before she collapsed, but the scent was still strong, and worse it was all over him.

Still feeling naucious from the smell, Max continued down the path, feeling himself stumbling once in a while as the dizziness came and went. He needed to get this scent off of him, find some place that he could wash it off. This panther knew that he would be no good in a fight if he couldn't focus on the opponent, and breaking his focus was just what these scents did. His stomach starting to churn again, feeling the bile rising up his throat he fought against himself to keep things down. Finally as he walked he came to a place where the trees opened into sand, the sand opening into ocean. He'd prefer not to bath in salt water, because the smell of the beach wasn't the best of scents to take on, but it had to be better than the smell of this heated milk that had curdled against his black fur. With his feet digging into the sand this feline made his way towards the water, finally flopping down into it in order to allow the waves to wash over his body. A soft gasp of air came when the smell of the salty wind tore away the smell of the milk from his body. Finally, he was able to breathe again. The dizziness faded, the feeling of sickness leaving him, and everything returning to normal.

A deep breath allowed him to relax finally, able to clean himself off, to refocus on his quest and take down the King of Death once and for all. His clothing managing to be removed one article at a time until he felt the waves crash against his bare feline body. The sigh of relief didn't last long where he kept his yellow eyes closed for only a second, and by the time he opened them again he saw a bull standing over him. This wasn't one of the bovine from before, but this massive beast was far more built, his horns adorned with golden chains and imbedded jewels. It was easily noticeable that this must have been the leader to the people he fought earlier. He had thought the leader was the female that approached him, but Max should have known that things are number that simple.

He'd move fast to try and sit up, but the water had made the sand below him very loose and this bull quickly descended over the panther in order to pick him up by his shoulders where he no longer had any clothing on. The martial artist tried to fight back, but where he had no footing his attacks had no sustainable power, and he merely found himself flailing about while he was carried. The beast found a nearby tree to slam the feline against, smirking as he pinned the kitty there with his own muscular body, even gripping the back side of the tree just to make sure he couldn't escape.

Max felt the grinding, his feline member already starting to rise and thicken from its sheath. The bovine hips rubbing over his own, that thick member towering the panther's by quite some bit. Even those strong chests seemed to come together, pressing one toned body to another while this feline was left panting, feeling his need growing rapidly against the dominating force of this larger creature. It didn't actually feel all bad, he might even be able to get used to the feeling here. Heart throbbed in his chest, finding that he was starting to enjoy the feeling of the bull's erect member pressed against his own. A bite of his lips, but Max found his hands sliding up the sides of this bull, even moving to wrap around his back to hold him closer against him. Ears folding back and eyes half closed leaned the head forward with his lips turning perk. The bovine's lips were just inches, and he couldn't wait to taste them, but suddenly felt his body slide against the tree until he hit the ground on his side.

Why did he drop him? He was.... Enjoying that? No.. something is wrong. Eye's turned when he saw the form of the bull drop to the ground at his side, the creature knocked out cold for some reason. The reason didn't present itself until he moved to try and get back up, a scaled foot stepping on his chest to force him back down into the sand. The feline eyes turning up to see who was now above him, but the brightness of the sun shaded out her body and face, a problem that soon solved itself where she moved to lower her foot down the length of his body. Soon feeling the ridges of his already thick and throbbing member in order to catch the shadow between her toes and slowly work that common motion easily. A lick passing her lips before finally that body turned to move as well.

Before Max could even react he felt her hips sink down onto his own. That tight lizard depths wrapping easily around his feline member drawing a loud moan from both of them where she dropped all the way down to his hips in the very first movement. Her hand coming to grip his chest, holding him in the sand while her hips bobbed on top of his, drawing him up as far as she could before dropping back down hard with each motion. Those massive tits shaking with her efforts and distracting him from something tapping his stomach. A look down would tell that she was both male and female, the gasp escaping when he realized it was the herm lizard that they had fought together back in the ruins.

Motions worked to struggle against her, hands gripping her wrists, but already it was too late, he could feel himself far too gone under her motions thanks to the efforts of the bovine earlier. His hands fell limp while he just took it from her, feeling her working his length like an expert and staring up at her waiting for it all to be over. This lizard moving down slowly, hovering her face over his before finally connecting her lips to his own, that tongue even passing into his mouth. It wasn't a dominating kiss, but something of passions, of romance, tricking his arms to wrap around her body and pull her closer, crushing those nicely rounded breasts against his strong chest and even feeling her amazing rump while it curved up and down over and over to ride out that thickness.

Without his control the hips started bucking into her body, feeling meeting her half way as he felt himself getting so close to the end of his rope. The very feeling of the pressure building at his tip had quicky become too much and she could tell where he was at with her. This lizard was relentless, merciless in her efforts. Where his hips became spuratic in their efforts to match her display she'd take full control and slam her hips down on his, forcing him down into the sand and ripping that hot bubbling fluid from his body. The kiss breaking and him calling out loudly into the salty air over him. Those yellow eyes turning back towards this lizard female, face still hidden by the sun, but the last thing he was able to see was her toothy grin smiling back down at him. Everything after that was blackness where his body collapsed and the feline felt himself pass out.