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Chapter 5

Consequences

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Now headed to Vemiria a question travels his mind: Is it safe to show up on the front door? I mean... the city guards, his mates, they are commanded by the same guy who set him up. Or at least that's what he wants to believe. The alternative is just disturbing. Servin, the captain, answers to one and only one alberin. The king himself. <<That cannot be, Caylas saved me from slavery. Why would he want me taken prisoner?>> Verik thought. But still, he couldn't figure out a motive for the cap. to act this way either.

His failure didn't make the decision any easier. He'd screwed it up for real. Not only he didn't handed the instructions to the informant but instead, endangered him and blew the plan, regaling the inquisitor with the keyphrase. Perhaps if it hadn't been Lucius who interrogated him, Verik wouldn't had broke. If he wasn't tempted by the idea of escaping with Katlyn and had instead embraced his duty with all his will, the outcome would've been different. But life, life had other plans for him.

• Kat, did I went too far? I mean with Lucius...- the alberin asked after a prolonged period of walking self-absorbed beside her. Long time ago they had left the high stone bridge and the black mountains behind their backs. The sun was now hiding on the horizon and the vegetation surrounding the path seemed more scattered.

• Look Ve, I don't know what he did to you in the past. But I do have seen him wreck dozens of people till madness, torture them till they beg for their lives to end. Especially males, he's even meaner with his own gender. So as I see it, you just gave him a taste of his own medicine.

• Guess you're right. I can't believe I'm actually feeling guilty for taking revenge. He showed no remorse. At all. But what bothers me most is that... - he clenched his fist.

• That fucker! He knew! He fucking knew about my tragedy and raped me anyways! How can someone get off on making people so miserable?! So. Much. Miserable.- Verik let out those words with the last of his breath. Angst crawled up his chest, filling his throat.

• I should have killed him!- he cried out.

• No! Kill him wouldn't have changed anything, and you'll be carrying with that burden too. Now, what you did, that hit him right where it hurts him the most.

• In his nuts?

• In his pride, Verik. His power lies on the fear and respect he can draw on the councilors. Tell me, how much fear you think they have after seeing him like that? I believe he wont be able to call himself Inquisitor for much longer.

• *sighs* I hadn't thought of that. -Verik said as he sat on a fallen tree. More calm now, his mind drifted back to his real concern.

• Kat, listen. I need to be honest with you. I don't really know what to expect once we get to Vemiria. As much as it hurts me, I may not be able to keep my word.

• Don't worry Ve, I didn't get you off that tower just to ditch you at the first inconvenience. If things get nasty we can still 'green-jump' back to my winter house. The crystal is turning opaque, but I think its enough for one last jump.

• Thanks. That's so kind...

• I mean, you are leaving everything behind to help me, Kat. And for that, I will ever be in your debt. But I just wonder...- he made a pause, looking away, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. Taking hold of her wrist, he softly brought her paw to his heaving chest and continued.

-...is my heart payment enough? It already beats for you. - There, he said it. And now was blushing so heavily, that it felt like two red-hot coals were burning beneath his cheeks.

• Dawww, that's so sweet!- she said smiling and immediately kissed him, her paw still resting on his payment...err heart, resting on his heart.

• Now that you mention it, I think I might want to cash in. Let me get the knife!

-Eeek!

She rolled on top of him, chuckling. They laughed, and kissed and caressed each other. The air began to get damp with the lust in their breaths as she unstrapped his armor. Night had settled in and only the moon illuminated her gracious figure.

• Are we gonna have sex?- Verik asked innocently.

• Uh, yeah?! You have a problem with that?- she arched an eyebrow, playing with his chest fur.

• No, its just that I was hoping to get some rest tonight. I've only slept three hours in the last two days. I'm exhausted.

• What about a goodnight handjob, then?

• Really?!

She licked her lips, nodding and purring.

• Oh girl, where have you been my whole life?!- Verik exclaimed as Katlyn pulled his pants down.

Her soft paws slid down his thighs as her head disappeared between them. Two warm, moist lips kissed his sheat, her tongue pushing inside its opening to meet his tip. It wasn't long before he was rocking hard, even his engorged red knot shinning at the moonlight. She started slow, stimulating his shaft from the base all the way up to his tip, using just the space between two of her fingers. She increased the pressure when descending, and licked his peehole when going up.

It was enough to make him close his eyes and keep the mouth open. But she step up the game. Using both paws, she stroked his shaft with one as she used the other to knead his balls and then his knot at regular intervals. Now he was moaning and precumming almost nonstop. Add to that a faster pace and you got a winner combination.

His body tensed, hips buckled forward and he shot his load. Verik trembled as six powerful jets of cum flew through the air and landed on his belly, chest and both of their muzzles. She licked them all clean, kissed him, and left his shrinking shaft spotless. Bathing in the after glow, Verik marveled himself looking at the night sky, so much clearer here than in the middle of the city.

• I'll make you up for this, I promise.- he said still panting, resting his snout on her shoulder.

They laid down beneath a three and left the soothing smell of their bodies to slowly drag them into the realm of dreams.

**

Having not slept at all that night, Caylas called another reunion, first hour of the morning, in the throne room. His friend should've showed up in that same room at moonrise. Something had gone wrong.

All gathered around him were his advisors, the high ranks of the Royal Guard, some generals, and other members of the court. At his right stood Servin Trask, leaning against a tall column with a calm and confident semblance.

• He may have defected, your highness.- the Guard Captain archly suggested. <<Or, if everything went as planned, he has been taken prisoner till the war ends. Maybe more, if I'm lucky enough.>> a slight smile drew on his lips as he thought of Lathan's grim future.

• I seriously doubt it Trask.

• We are all taking guesses here, your highness. You've kept this mission a secret from the rest of us. The only thing we know for sure is he was headed to Mavlin through the old military road at the Nomad Lands. From that point on, we are working blindly.

-*Sighs* I guess there's no reason to keep hiding the purpose of his mission anymore.

• Lathan was sent to meet Cyrus Fawlum, a Shauv'n erudite in theology. He would deliver him a ciphered letter containing instructions for Cyrus to hand him over a manuscript, he wrote years ago, that disproves Numvius claims over the North Patch. This would prove to be the central piece in a plan to gather the support of the neutral races.

• Now you can see the importance of keeping this a secret, for the sake of the informant's life.

-Ohh...- Servin muttered realizing the impact of his actions. Meanwhile the court kept praising the king's plan, sweetening Caylas ears more than he could bear.

• Ok, that's enough kissing my ass! Everybody out!- the king shouted clasping his hands twice. The room emptied and only his most trusted generals, along with some Guards(Trask between them), stood inside as the tall doors closed.

• Gentleman, we must trace Lathan steps back. Regardless of whether he was captured or decided to defect, there's only one place he could possibly have gone: Thedran.

• General Lancaster, I want you to prepare a small party and transport one of our high profile Shauv'n prisoners to the capital. If Lathan has been abducted by the felines then I want you to have something to negotiate with.

• But your majesty, if he has betrayed us, its most likely we come back empty handed... if we come back at all, Thedran is several days ahead, we'll be in the middle of the war.- Lancaster objected, gesturing with both hands.

• I don't care, if there's a chance of getting him back you seize it, understood?

• Yes your majesty, I'll make the necessary arrangements.- the general said bowing.

Out of the blue, the thick hall doors slammed open.

-Your Highness, Verik Lathan is at the gates accompanied by a Shauv'n noble! - Kneeling, a guard announced between pants.

Servin's blood froze.

• What are you waiting?! Bring him in!- Caylas commanded jumping out of his chair. Not able to catch a breath, the guard rushed himself out of the hall.

Some stairs later, Verik and Katlyn were walking over the red carpet that leads to the throne room.

• Lathan you are alive! I feared the worst! What happened, who is this shauv'n you brought?- the king greeted him as they vowed.

• She's a magic bearer!- Lancaster pointed at her as he checked his glowing quartz necklace. A circle of swords formed around the two of them.

Quartz has the peculiarity to absorb magic, producing light as an outcome. It can even absorb magic that has been canalized through other crystals, rendering their output useless. This makes it the best and most common defence against mages.

• Lady, please deliver us any gemstones in your possession.- Caylas spoke to her.

Verik nodded calming her, and so she surrendered her holster. Everybody sheathed their swords back.

• My king, you did well in fearing the worst, I was ambushed in the Nomad Lands and taken prisoner to Thedran's tower where they tortured me for several hours! I failed you, the letter fell into enemy hands!- Verik explained with a hand over his heart.

• You say you have been tortured but I see no scars or mobility impairments whatsoever Lathan, and Thedran is two days away. How did you got back so fast? How did you even escape the tower? Your story doesn't make sense, guard.- Lancaster inquired distrustful. Servin was glad somebody else did these questions.

• Your doubts are understandable, General. Gentleman, I want you to meet Lady Katlyn Heimlyn , daughter of Councillor Heimlyn. She was the inquisitor's assistant and treated my wounds while I was on captivity. If she hadn't taken pity of me I would still be chained to a wall. As for the time, we 'green-jumped' from Thedran, that's why I got back so fast and that's how they got me there in the first place. Does that calm your curiosity?

Lancaster remained silence.

• Don't interrupt him again general.- Caylas said frowning.

• I would like to take the audacity of asking asylum for her, my king, she risked her life to get me here.

• I'll see she gets all the treatment someone of her status deserve. But for now we have more important matters to address.

• So what happened, how did the Shauv'n found you? That path is a dead communication line, patrols have not been there in decades!

• I was set up... by my superior, Servin Trask!- <<FUCK.>> Was the captain's only thought. All the heads turned in one direction, his.

• How you dare pulling such an accusation, you insolent piece of shit! Where did you got that crazy idea?!- Outraged Trask yelled at him.

• You should back your sayings Lathan, it's my right hand who you are accusing.

• Just ask him where is his Royal Insignia, the one that every Guard must carry!- Verik pointed out as the king tilted his head to examine with scrutiny the sweating Captain, waiting for his reply.

• I-I must have left it on my chamber!

• Bullshit! The inquisitor of Thedran had it in his possession!- Verik shouted, throwing the emblem he recovered from the panther for the king to catch.

Caylas examined the shiny metal insignia and raised his now angry eyes to look straight to the captain.

• You purposely sabotaged your subordinate's mission?! You have endangered the life of all the city's soldiers, your own kind, for what?! Huh?! Speak Trask!- the king inquired.

The captain began recoiling, approaching a nearby door. Like he could sneak out of the room with all those gazes resting upon him.

• Oh no, you're not going anywhere, guards grab him!

Servin drew his sword to try and keep them away. They drew theirs as well. Lots of clangs, swooshes and clashes rumbled inside the tall hall. But only one stab. The fight did not lasted long, having him injured and disarmed as its outcome. He trained them well, after all.

• Find this miserable being a place in the dungeon! And make sure he gets 'the whole tour', after all our army will walk alone to the North Patch because of him!

• No, your highness please! Forgive this foolish servant, my acts were guided by blinding envy! I didn't measure the impact of my doings!- he begged dropping to the floor.

• Envy?! What can draw envy on a guy in your position?! Fucking greedy moron!

• Lathan, my king, everybody inside the court knows he has your favor. L-Last week I overheard you speaking about making changes in the Guard and f-feared for my charge. His performance has been impeccable, he clearly outstands his companions, so he seemed the most likely c-ca..candidate to replace me. I selfishly decided to take him out of the picture.- the forty y/o captain mumbled, not daring to rise his look beyond the King's ankles.

• You were right on your suspicions, I was totally gonna get your ass fired. You and the rest of the old Guard seem more interested in chatting with maids and parading around the city than actually protecting me and the court! Now you'll get it fired sooner, and LITERALLY this time! To the dungeon I said, he will sit on hot embers for the rest of the day!

• Your Majesty PLEASE have mercy! Take my life now if you must!

• Oh no, you will spend your days in our vast dungeon till the war gets to an end. You will suffer for every soldier that dies because we didn't get back up. Only then I will let Lathan himself take your life. You are not worthy of an execution by my hand.

• Now, out of my sight!- he yelled pointing to the door were shortly after the limp body of Servin was dragged through. With that matter solved the king made himself comfortable again in the throne.

• So Lady Heimlyn, what made you betray your kind? Why did you save Lathan?

• Oh, I uhm.... its complicated your majesty, I...- << I can't just say "because he has a stunning pair of eyes and some strong, addictive musk that makes me want to stick my muzzle under his balls.">>

As she was still trying to find the right words, their tails accidentally entwined. They both shared a guilty look and blushed.

• Oh, I see...

• Well this mission has been a total failure, the war will claim more lives than I would've liked. But at least the informant's identity is safe!

-Uhhh, actually no... I couldn't stand the torture. I talked.- Verik admitted, letting his head drop.

• YOU DID WHAT?! You doomed Fawlum to save your ass?!

• Well, put in that words... I guess I did.

-Argh! -Caylas growled keeping his eyes tight shut. He didn't opened them for a while, holding his head with a hand as he calmed himself. Finally, his gray eyes showed and he spoke harshly:

-Take him to the main square, he's getting a public whipping, fifty lashes!

-Whaaat?! B-But I just came back from being tortured!- Verik's ears perked up in disbelief as he fighted the two guards holding him back. The ruler of Vemiria made them a gesture to stop dragging him and leaned forward in his intimidating chair.

• A king has to keep his people entertained Lathan, and that loose tongue of yours has just cost me the support of the neutral races! I'm being indulgent enough!- Caylas shouted, frowning and slamming his fist against the throne's armrest.

-You should suffer the same fate as Servin and be hanged for treason because of this! Instead, from this very moment you are expelled of the Royal Guard and will resume to do chores in the castle! Consider yourself one lucky bastard for having me on your behalf!- with another gesture of his gloved hand, the guards drew him out of the hall.

• The hell is your problem, guys? Stop pushing me over!- he yelled to his former fellows, two black and brown furred twins with whom he had shared his first months of training.

-Shut up, commoner! - The left one said giving a flick to his ear and was answered with a growl and a threatening look from Verik. They both chuckled, looking at eachother, and kept bothering him all three floors down that spiral stair till they finally reached the outside of the keep.

He squinted at the blinding sun of the morning, walking with as much proud as he got left in front of the already gathering crowd. <<How the hell got all this people here in the time it took me to reach the plaza? Bunch of assholes, finding joy in the suffering of others!>> he thought. The wooden steps of the platform creaked while he climbed to meet the simple layout of the stage:

In the middle rose a gallows with it's rope, to the left an always blood stained beheading stone stood besides a sinister basket, and to the right was a stretching rack for the punisher to work on his "chiropractic skills ".

They led him under the gallows, where he was unceremoniously stripped of his armor, his hands tied together at his front to then be pulled up his shoulders until he was painfully hanging from them, his toes barely touching the ground as he swung slightly around like a pendulum. A guard stood in front of him creating a cone of shadow as he cut his shirt open, ultimately tossing it to the crowd.

He took a deep breath hearing the heavy steps of the black hooded alberin that was going to carry away his torment, the thick whip already gripped within his big fist. Verik's tail tucked between his legs as his long ears dropped.

His tormentor teased him rubbing the handle of the whip on his back, making him shiver, and occasionally swinging it against the floor, startling the frightened alberin. He sure knew how to amuse his public that laughed loudly at Verik's reactions, adding a shade of red to his cheeks.

• You girl, come and join me!- Caylas said extending a gloved hand to katlyn while getting up from his throne.

With no other choice but to follow him, Katlyn walked out to the wide balcony that offered a panoramic view of the city. A truly privileged sight, though their eyes were now resting on the shirtless guy, three floors down, hanging from his wrists.

The blood-thirsty crowd cheered at the apparition of the king. He raised his hands and weaved to them, the mass hailing his name was usually music to his ears, but today he was just playing his part. Leaning over the balcony his face regained a contemplative expression as he pondered the despicable things a king has to do in order to avoid looking weak in front of his people. <<Poor Verik, but at least I don't have to kill him this way. What was he thinking? I can't overlook every mistake he makes. There's enough hate growing against him between the castle walls. This should calm that down for a while.>> he thought sighing, his long red cape weaving with the wind as the first lash cracked, leaving its mark on Verik's back.

A lonely and harsh scream echoed in the square, soon overshadowed by the yells of dozens of alberins encouraging the punisher to do indescribable things to Verik.

Katlyn hugged herself and turned her back to the square, looking at the tiled floor of the balcony like it could bring, somehow, strength to her weakening legs.

• I didn't brought you here to contemplate our exquisite tiling, he's alone there receiving a hell of a whipping, and happens to have an excellent view of us as we have of him. So get a hold of yourself, come closer and let him SEE YOU, let him focus on the good things that are still going on in his life!- Caylas advised her, resting a hand on her shoulder.

It made him look a tiny little bit less of a jerk to Katlyn eyes but he still was far from earning her forgiveness.

• Thats so kind of you, your majesty, considering its you who put him down there in the first place.

Caylas was going to remember her who she was talking to, but another strike of the whip interrupted him. It was not the right time to held a conversation he decided, and went back to lean over the railing. Katlyn soon stood by his side after some moments of gathering courage enough to look down.

Verik's tearing green eyes were fixed in the figure of his king as he endured the ordeal, vainly arching his back to avoid the whip. The exalted mass awed with every scream he gave like they were seeing some kind of fireworks show. Well... in a certain way HE was seeing one, each time the hellish treads of the cat o' nine ripped open his skin.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of Katlyn's figure appearing next to Caylas, from that moment on he destined all his efforts to muffle his screams as much as it was physically possible, biting his lip until it bled, and far beyond. He didn't wanted her to suffer, even if it was merely a fraction of what he was going through. He began thinking self motivational phrases to not break, but 'hang in there' was too inappropriate.

After twenty three more lashes had stung his back, his tormentor made a halt. A guard climbed the platform and placed a glass of cold water on his dry, trembling lips, the liquid helping to ease the pain in his sore throat. He screamed once more as the guard poured salt water on his back, to allegedly sanitize his wounds... And this was just halfway his punishment.

The guard went down the platform and the flogging continued. Verik couldn't contain himself anymore, not even for Katlyn that was crying on the balcony. He screamed with all his strength during the next five lashes until it was too much for him to handle.

-STOOOP! I c..c..can't take it anymore! P..P..Please, no more!- he yelled quivering and keeping his eyes tight shut as he threw his head back.

<<Uhhh, bad idea Ve...>> Caylas thought, closing his eyes and tilting the head away.

• So you can't take your punishment like an adult?! Then I'll give you the punishment of a child!- black hood said, taking a dramatic stance to face the crowd(he was all an artist, no doubt of it). He let go of the 'cat' and grabbed a thick birch instead. Getting close to Verik from behind, he rubbed the birch on his stomach to make him realize what was coming next.

• Oh no, nooo!- Verik whined.

• Too late.- black hood whispered to his flattened ear and in a swift movement dropped Verik's pants to the floor, leaving him stark naked. His tail was pulled up and tied to his lacerated back with a rope, keeping it out of the way, his ass would be receiving all the attention now.

And so the punishment continued, with every strike now aimed to his bare buttocks. Naked, helpless and with an audience watching him, his twisted libido kicked in. The crowd began to laugh frantically at his raging red erection. The twenty remaining lashes happened rather quickly and hurt as much to his pride as they hurt in his rear, his hardened member bobbing with every hit. Tears wouldn't stop falling from his cheeks, more from shame than for pain, though some of the hits had purposely landed on his tailhole, those REALLY HURT.

When the guards were getting the wobbly figure of the alberin down the stage, Caylas spoke to his people:

• Vemirians! What you have just seen, that's what I do to my friends! Tomorrow, you'll witness what I do to my ENEMIES!- euphoric, the crowd exploded in cheers. Caylas continued with his long motivational speech for some more minutes and when done, he sent a guard to escort Katlyn back to Verik's room.

**

Back on his chamber and laying naked, face down on his bed, Verik hissed as Katlyn treated every single one of the four hundred and fifty little cuts marking his back and ass. She was devoted to her task, licking the blood on the wound first(more to her pleasure than for his benefit) and then applying it the slime of freshly cut aloe vera leaves that she held on a plate, the cold sensation making him shiver from time to time. Verik breathed deep and slow, knowing it was going to be a long afternoon with that sharp tongue rubbing his lacerations, but in the bottom of his heart, he certainly loved that painful caress.

• Oh my god! Your poor tailhole!- she exclaimed having lifted his fuzzy tail and staring at his swollen anus.

A purring sound came from the feline and Verik's eyes went suddenly wide.

-K-Kat, wait don't-AAAHHH! - feeling her warm breathing on his bleeding pucker he realized her intentions and tried to dissuade her, with no success.

After the first wail-inducing licks, the pain gradually morphed into a stimulating sensation that had him moaning in no time. Verik feared what Katlyn may think of his moans and tried to pretend like he wasn't keen to it.

• Stop licking my tailhole!- he whined.

• But you like it, don't you? Even without hearing your moans I can tell, your arched ears give you away. - she remarked giving his hole a kiss with a loud *smooch*, feeling it twitch against her lips as he gasped.

• I bet you never thought it could feel so good back here!

-I uhmm... It could feel better if my ass didn't look like that of a scalie! Please Kat, stop teasing me, i'm not really in the mood right now.

• I know, I just... just wanted to distract you from this rough day.- she said leaning forward and kindly kissing his forehead.

-Thanks.- he looked up to her eyes and smiled for the first time that day. Bringing her paw to his lips Verik returned the kiss and was answered with a soft caress on his cheek.

• I better hurry and finish treating your wounds.

• Yes, please. You know, this time you could skip the licking p...- he was saying when Katlyn abruptly interrupted him.

• Oh no, if you want me to heal you then stick to the treatment as it is!

• I'm finally on your firm mounds of meat and you want to deprive me from this culinary experience?!

• Hey! I'm not food! Now I'm afraid you may bite my butt!- he chuckled.

• Don't be afraid Ve... BE CERTAIN!- Katlyn rushed to his back and softly dug her fangs on his left buttock.

• Ooow!- he began throwing slaps back, to try and make her stop, as his ass wriggled.

• Tasty indeed!- Katlyn said licking her lips.

• Dammit Kat, that hurt!- he whined wincing.

• Can't help it, I'm a pred Verik, its in my nature to jump at squeezable little rumps like yours!- they both giggled.

• You really have a fixation with my ass.

• Not with your ass Verik, with you.- that made him blush heavily.

The lynx returned to her duty, using her tongue regardless of the alberin's complains.

• This could've been much more easier if your king hadn't taken my crystals away. - she remarked, making a pause in her repetitive task.

• *Sighs* I know... it would have also been unnecessary if he hadn't sent me to be whipped.

*knock*

*knock*

*knock* Speak of the devil...

Katlyn opened the door and found king Caylas accompanied by two guards.

• Your Majesty.- Katlyn said in a cold tone, slightly bowing and keeping a menacing eye contact.

She leaned against the door frame and invited him in. Caylas signaled the guards to wait outside.

-Katlyn, I would like to have a moment alone with the king.- Verik spoke to her after seeing Caylas enter the room in a much simpler attire, with no cape, jewelry or fancy fabrics. Just his crown differentiating him from the servants.

Katlyn nodded and closed the door on her way out.

-Damn...- Caylas muttered rubbing his neck as he watched Verik's lacerations.

• Am I speaking to my friend or am I speaking to my king?- Verik inquired.

• To your friend of course.

• Good, then... FUCK YOU CAYLAS, FUCK YOU! I risk my skin out there in a mission nobody wants to take, stand a brutal interrogatory and when I come back you get me whipped and removed from my charge?! The hell is your problem?! - Verik shouted outraged.

• I was pissed off, okay?! I cant blame you for not getting the support of the neutral races. That's on Trask and I'll make sure he pays for it, very slowly. But you, you sent Cyrus to a certain death! He is... was an old friend of mine, far before I met you, and now he's gone because you couldn't keep your mouth shut. The world lost a great mind, and that's on you Verik!

-How easy it's to go pointing out others mistakes! What about you Cay? That fucking keyphrase you gave me... I had endured more pain on my genitals than anyone should ever endure. I had lost my will to fight, just wanted it to stop and when I finally told them the keyphrase, THEY THOUGHT I WAS CURSING THEM, they kept torturing me Cay! You know how desperating that is?!

• Whoa, your genitals?! That's... *sighs* I'm sorry Ve. It was catchy and intended to discourage you from saying it. I never thought you would actually get captured. It probably never happened if it wasn't for that asshole of Trask!

• You're right, you were there for me and I only saw the negative side. I was, am, so pressed by this war Verik. This crown is heavier than it looks.

• That's no excuse, you whipped me for a cheesy speech! Everyone in Vemiria saw me naked, I won't be able to walk on the streets for months without people laughing at my face!

• Yes, I whipped you for the sake of a speech! I rather do that than go out that balcony and tell all the mothers, children, and wives that most of their males won't return home after the war!

• Well it seems you gave me a hit for every soldier in our lines!

• Okay, I may have overreacted in the heat of the moment. Sometimes power blinds my judgment. So the least I can do is help you. Here, let me.- he said, grabbing the plate and continuing Katlyn's work where she left it.

• Oh, this is not weird at all...- Verik spoke feeling the cold leaf touch his butt. At least there was no licking, that would have been awkward.

-... Just one friend helping another recover from his wounds. Wounds that happen to be the first's fault, and happen to be on the later's butt. Plain normal situation.- Caylas continued, they both chuckled at his remarks.

• Oh, I almost forgot! I brought this back to your shauv'n girlfriend!- Caylas said dropping the aloe and taking a red crystal from his pocket.

• She's not my...! How did you...?!

• Hmm, though subject I see. I was going to give it to her personally but after the way she looked at me when entering the room, I think she may had hit me with it.- they both laughed, mainly because it was more than probable.

• Anyways, I still don't trust her enough to return all of her possessions, but I think it can be of no harm to give her this, and you surely need it.

• I trust her as much as I trust you. She saved me from that tower. Which reminds me: The inquisitor, Cay... he was the same panther that raped me five years ago! I'm sorry if I couldn't keep Fawlum's identity a secret, the whole situation just overwhelmed me.

• Wow, that must've been tough. I just hope he gets a clean and quick death. You didn't do anything to piss off that panther right?

• Uhmmm... last time I saw him he had his balls nailed to a table in the middle of the High Council.

• Dammit Verik! And you didn't kill him?! That was foolish, now he will take revenge on Cyrus!- Caylas slapped his ass, making him squeal.

• I better leave now. Tomorrow I'll be leading the army to the North Patch. When I come back you will be reincorporated to the guard. I want you to be my captain.

• You can do that just like that?

• Of course I can, I'm the king!- Caylas affirmed grabbing the door knob.

• Hey Cay, thanks for the royal butt rub!- he said winking.

• Haha, very funny. I'll give you another anytime, just let me soften your skin with the 'cat' first!

Verik shuddered.

• That's what I thought...- he finished and left the room.

King out, Shauv'n in.

Katlyn sit once again next to Verik. A bit surprised, perhaps, that her work had been continued in her absence.<< I better not ask. I don't think I really want to know the answer.>> she thought.

• Look, he is not that bad. See?- Verik pointed at the crystal sitting on the nearby table.

• Oh great! I'll start right now!- Katlyn said grabbing it. Her eyes shone red as she treated his wounds, making them disappear in a blink. Verik breathed relieved.

• Thanks, I can finally move.- he said getting up, when Katlyn stopped him mid-act. Leaving him sitting on the edge.

• You're not going anywhere away from this bed. You owe me for last night.- she squinted.

• Mmm, what a lusty lynx you are.- Verik said, moving her hand away from his shoulder, and walking behind her.

He began unbuttoning her shirt, kissing her neck repeatedly. Katlyn moaned as he played with her nipples, both his hands working her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, and softly rubbing them with his finger tips.

She was already wet when he kneeled in front of her to pull down her pants. The sweet smell of her sex invading his nostrils, filling him with desire. Verik licked her vulva a few times, sucking fiercely at her nub, a hand pressing his snout deeper between her shaky legs. But she wanted a proper fuck and he would deliver.

Verik got up, his hard on poking against her navel. He didnt had to say a word, Katlyn laid on the bed with her tail up, inviting him in. There was no subtlety, Verik was so hard he impaled her, making Katlyn yelp. And then moan, moan with every deep, powerful thrust he gave. They both lost their breath the moment his knot got in, making louder noises with the increasing proximity of their orgasms.

This time Verik came first but kept thrusting, he was to honor his word. Just five seconds later Katlyn climaxed, and her contraptions over his sensitized knot made him scream and tremble. Post orgasm stimulation is a no no.

He collapsed on top of her, just panting, waiting for his knot to swell down. When it eventually did, he slid his member off with a gasp and laid next to her as they looked to the ceiling.

A few minutes passed before someone uttered a word.

• Ready for round two?- Katlyn asked, turning to look at him in the eye while she stroked his shaft. Verik just moaned.

They fucked for several hours, until his balls were dry as raisins. Cuddling, and hearing the lynx snorting, Verik whispered:

• I love you. - and kissed her nape.

• I love you too.- the lynx answered, smiling. She wasn't asleep.

Verik held her tighter against his chest and kissed her when she turned to look at him. Nothing would erase the smile on his face for the next few days. The war, his destitution, the humiliation, none of that mattered. He finally had found peace.

**

Back in Mavlin, a panther looked contemplative through the window, smoke coming from his pipe. He purrs and brings down a hand within his robe, meant to play with his newly installed piercing. Lucius clenched his teeth. The slightest touch to the golden piece of jewelry skewering his nut made his whole body tremble.

He was removed from his charge that morning. For incompetence, they said. He swallowed his pride and got to a generous arrangement with Katlyn's father: Lucius didn't blamed the mage for the prisoner's escape, and in return he was even wealthier than before. He became the fifth richest noble in Mavlin. He had his own tobacco plantation. Who needs a charge in the High council with that prospect?

So there he was, playing with the hurtful reminder of the only person he underestimated. At the end, who knows what a panther can do with so much free time, money, and resentment. For now, only one thing was certain, Lucius will leave the capital and go to the countryside to take care of his business. There would be a long time before he dared to get close to a male again.

**

THE END.