The Vanguard - Prologue - Victory
This was victory.
Her intoxicating scent hit my nose with every thrust I made between her soft, young thighs. She smiled up at me, blue eyes glistening, white fangs shining as I made a particularly deep thrust, one that sent my balls hard right against her flesh. She purred and blushed in the way I knew, the way I loved, and squirmed beneath me, making her sex tug and glide along my manhood.
Sweat dripped from my brow, from my chest, from my neck as I kept ramming into her. My arms were tense, flexed, and were I not accustomed to swinging a sword and bearing a shield I suspect they would have buckled long before. I lifted one paw up to wipe the moisture from my eyes, then reached down to stroke her cheek and caress her hair.
My little Kaza closed her legs tighter around my hips, pulling my in deep and coaxing me to lay closer against her. I lowered myself, my chest and abdomen now pressing against her modest but perky breasts and her smooth, cream colored belly. I paused for a moment, rotating my hips slightly to make my thick, bulbous knot kiss her vulva while my testicles hung right above her tail.
"What's wrong, Vyrik?" my feline lover cooed, looking up at me with those sky-blue orbs that had entranced me from the first moment. Her hair was as disheveled as mine and the fur along her thighs was matting with our sweat and her fluids. Even her claws were fully extended--she'd been digging them into my arms and shoulders for a while now, though she swore it wasn't because she wanted me to slow down.
"What's wrong is I haven't put a baby in you yet, love," I replied, my voice far deeper, stronger, older than hers. I moved down and opened my muzzle, pushing my lips against hers and coiling my thick forked tongue around hers, rubbing over it despite its roughness--I'd prefer not to but just then I wanted her to feel beautiful and adored in every way that I could.
I resumed thrusting, pumping deep into the fifteen-year old girl spread between my thighs, coming precipitously close to an overwhelming orgasm. I ran my free paw through her hair as we kissed, stroking it and pulling a few strands up to my nose to inhale such a sweet scent that I thought I must be dreaming.
I broke the kiss and rested my muzzle beside hers, my quick, heated breaths rustling her hair and warming her neck. She purred again--oh how she reminded me of my wife when she purred--and put her paws on my chest, kneading my thick muscles and thankfully retracting her claws. She had orgasmed once already, though that was more due to my knot rubbing against her clitoris than anything else. I knew from experience that she'd have a rough time taking my knot but it was nothing new to her.
"V-vyrik..." she gasped, rolling her head back against my bedroll, her delicate little body barely protected from the hard ground by the pad and thick blanket. I shifted my muzzle and closed my jaws over her neck, nibbling gently at her throat and then moving my fangs to the veins on her side. She twitched and extended her claws but didn't actually stop me--she knew what was coming.
My thrusts slowed. I ground my knot against her vulva. Her petals began to spread, but it wasn't wide enough. Her moans became heavier. Her voice turned a little deeper, but began to break into higher pitches. I bit into her neck, carefully avoiding any major veins as I sunk my fangs in deep, breaking the skin.
My balls pulled up. My shaft throbbed, and I knew I was going to release even if I didn't tie. In frustration I grabbed at the youth's hips and pushed her down while simultaneously shoving myself in as hard as I could, pushing her sweet pussy to the edge and pushing past her cervix and directly into her womb. Kaza squirmed beneath me, yowling in pain as I forced my knot inside her.
Her nether lips shut closed around my male flesh. My balls slapped against her rump. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes went wide. I closed mine and kept biting it, leaving my mark on her neck while I reached over and grasped her paw, letting her squeeze as hard and cut as deep as she needed while I bred her.
The first burst of my seed shot straight into her body and splashed against the walls of her uterus, painting them white. She seized up beneath me, arching her back and closing her legs tight against me. The muscles all along my body rippled as I pulled my fangs out of her and groaned, a deep, husky plosive leaving my mouth again and again. I made small thrusts against her, pumping out more and more of my life-giving seed into her fertile womb every time.
This was victory.
My lover pushed her muzzle into my chest and curled up as tight as she could, her loins tugging on my knot as I filled her, making her stomach swell slightly from the sheer volume of my seed. I whispered sweet nothings into her ears, licking them and kissing her cheek while I collapsed atop her, weary, covered in sweat, and shaking slightly from my orgasm.
We lay there together for some time, my little feline squirming beneath my weight until I finally rolled over so she could lay across my chest. Within moments she was unconscious, her paw still clasped to mine. I lay my head back and sighed, flicking my tongue out to taste the air--sweat, seed, heat, fertility, blood, the iron of my sword beside the bed.
Looking down at my partner, I couldn't help but notice how small she was against my frame. Tall as any dragon male, I towered over her people by some feet, and was also heavier of build than any of their men. Kaza's age did little to hide her shapely body--she had curved in all the right places and her breasts were filling out quite nicely. I flexed my muscles along my body and gently shook out my legs and arms, not wanting them to fall asleep before I did. The kitty on my cock shifted slightly and unconsciously moaned--I'd wiggled my knot inside her pussy--but she stayed dormant.
I rested my muzzle atop her head and breathed in deeply. My lungs were full of the village's clean nighttime air, my shaft was nestled inside a female's warm body, I'd had my fill of a fine feast earlier this night, and victory was ours. At that moment I didn't care about the deaths, about the difficulty of fighting this war, nor even about the sword beside me. My lover was tied to me, I'd just sired a child in her belly, and somewhere back home my wife was waiting for me--but if this was victory then I could do with another conquest.