The True Enemy

"The true enemy is that which lies within." - King Julian II

Kenji Takehoshu and Wakeeda are both my OCs.
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Chapter 1: Ascension
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Kenji Takehoshu's eyes darted around the walls. One hand carried a torch, it's orange glow reflecting off every surface. The other hand gripped the Tanto sword on his waist. A second Tanto was sheathed on the other side, and a third sword-a Daimyo with a foot long handle and a 5ft blade-hung on his back diagonally.

He was not sure why the witch doctor in Lapvale couldn't fetch her own materials, but at least he was getting a decent reward. Potions were pretty expensive; even if he could not use them himself, he could sell them for a decent bag of gold. She had also offered another reward if it was done quickly enough, though Kenji wasn't sure what she meant by "company".

Kenji was nervous. He had not encountered a single foe yet. These tombs were usually filled with undead, demons, giant insects and gods knew what else. But this place was as silent as... well, as a tomb. Kenji wasn't sure whether he preferred this unnatural peace to fighting through a horde of enemies.

He entered the main burial chamber, where Queen Wendolina I rested. He saw the chest in which lay his target. He walked over to it, relaxing a bit. Maybe this would be an easy job after...

all.

He heard it before he saw it-a loud rustling along the ceiling before the mass of blackness descended. He jumped out of the way, dropping the torch but unsheathing both Tantos. As he righted his balance, his head flicked up and he saw his newest opponent.

A shadow demon. Different to regular demons, these copied the fighting style and powers of their opponents. That explained the lack of other demons in this tomb-shadow demons always worked alone. Kenji was already formulating a plan as the demon finished manifesting into a blackened and blurry shadow of him.

The demon spoke in a voice similar to his own, but darker and more raspy."You dare trepass here, mortal?"

"You are the one trespassing. On our plane of existence." Kenji answered shortly. "More to the point, you are in my way."

"Then move me out of it. If you can." The demon dared him.

The swordsman charged at the demon, raising both Tantos. The demon had already unsheathed it's own Daimyo sword though, and Kenji's attack was repelled. The shadow-Daimyo sword slashed sideways and barely nicked Kenji's arm. A single drop of blood made it's way past the swordsman's elbow.

Undeterred, Kenji ran at his enemy again. His different choice of target proved fruitful: the demon's leg buckled after his attack. He attempted to stab the kneeling demon in the arm, but  his opponent forced him back with an attempted stab of the shadow-Daimyo. The demon pressed the attack, but Kenji was ready and the shadow-Daimyo sword bounced off both Tantos once each.

The shadow raised the sword upwards and Kenji crossed the Tantos above his head. The swords collided and both fighters pushed against each other, neither willing to relent. Kenji was able to put a foot forwards, and his leg swung upwards into the demon's nethers. The demon's hands clasped it's crotch and it fell to both knees.

"Copying my strengths means copying my weaknesses." Kenji taunted, backing up a measure.

The demon stood up and look at him. He saw that the eyes had turned red. He had angered his opponent. Kenji internally smirked: his plan was working. Kenji blocked another blow with both Tantos, forced the demon back and kicked it in the face. The demon staggered slightly, holding it's now broken nose.

The swordsman pressed his new advantage: rushing the demon with a barrage of wild attacks that it had trouble blocking. Exploiting an opening, he kicked his enemy in the stomach and leaped over it's back. He attempted to run the demon through but his attack was parried and he was thrown slightly off balance.

The demon charged at him, raising the sword upwards to the left side. Thinking fast, Kenji backed up to regain his balance, slipping his right Tanto into it's scabbard. He paused a moment; he needed to time this exactly right. The sword descended as if time had slowed down... Not yet... Kenji's eyes stayed locked onto it...

Now!

Raising his left Tanto, he blocked the blow and lay his right fist into the demon's face, forcing his enemy back. In one fluid motion, he sheathed his left Tanto and grabbed the handle of his own Daimyo sword, pulling it out of the scabbard with a flourish while rushing towards the still-recovering demon.

He sliced the shadow demon across the torso downwards but raised the sword upwards in a block, anticipating a counterattack. His guess was proven correct as the demon's blade crashed against his own. He kept his defensive stance and pushed hard against the force he was met with. The two locked eyes and Kenji's face hardened, telling his enemy what it already knew. The blade lock was broken a second later, with both of them forced backwards.

Kenji's instinct cried to press the attack, but he stood his ground. The demon was already rushing towards him; he blocked the attack and smashed the handle into his opponent's face. Grabbing his opening by the shorthairs, Kenji slashed the Daimyo sword upwards and the demon staggered backwards.

Instinct taking over, the swordsman used the momentum to sideways slash the demon across the chest before pulling back and thrusting the sword forwards. It plunged into the demon's torso. Kenji pushed with such force that all five feet of the blade went straight through. Before the shadow could react, the swordsman had already pulled the blade out.

The demon fell to it's hands and knees, dark crimson gushing from the hole in it's chest. "Ho...how?" It looked up, clutching the wound.

"You can copy my moves all you like. But you will never be as good as me." Kenji answered. He kicked the demon, forcing it to it's feet before raising the Daimyo to the side and delivering the final blow: slicing across the demon's throat. It gave a single twitch, choked, and fell. Kenji swiped the sword downwards forcefully, clearing it of blood.

His foe vanquished, the swordsman tapped the chest once with the top of his Daimyo. Nothing happened. Reassured it was not a mimic, he sheathed the sword, opened the chest and grabbed what he sought: a steel dagger enchanted to seal up any wound it made using fire magic. The swordsman could not help but wonder how it ended up here; it was much more recent than the tomb itself.

Another day, another job done. In honesty, Kenji was slightly thankful there had only been one opponent to face. He had been getting bored with facing hordes of identical enemies. This fight had been a relatively fresh breath of air; he made a mental note to visit Agliophilia soon. He turned around and began to walk back out of the tomb, satisfied with the day's events.

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Chapter 2: Reckless
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The witch doctor's door slowly creaked open. It felt somewhat heavier than last time. Kenji stepped through and shut it behind him tightly. He quietly walked into the main room and saw the witch doctor mixing two potions together over a small purple fire.

"Miss Wakeeda." Kenji announced his presence.

"Kenji, I told you before not to call me 'Miss'." Wakeeda gently chastised him, placing the potions down and snuffing the fire with a snap of her fingers. "I didn't expect you back so soon."

"Ah, yes. Sorry; I forgot that you do not like formality." Kenji apologized with a short bow. "I got the dagger. It's right here." He produced it from a small leather satchel.

"Brilliant." Wakeeda answered. "I assume nothing gave you much trouble?"

"Not really. There was only a shadow demon." he shrugged.

"A shadow demon? In Wedolina I's tomb? That's odd." Wakeeda frowned. "Well, you did the job quickly, so you earn the extra reward."

"Extra reward? You mean the 'company'?" Kenji asked, raising an eyebrow "I have to admit: I did not know what you meant by that."

Wakeeda paused a moment, thinking over her words. She sympathetically said "Kenji, don't take this the wrong way, but it looks from here that you're really very lonesome."

The swordsman's face hardened slightly as he answered. "I am used to it."

"Like hell you are. I can see how badly it tears you apart." Wakeeda told him.

"I said used to it. Not fine with it." Kenji replied, snappily. He sighed, realizing his outburst. "Look, I appreciate what you are trying to do. But I am not sure I can; I don't even know who is I."

"You put too much stock in finding yourself." Wakeeda stated simply. "We define who we are, Kenji. The spirits don't define me. Your swords don't define you. If you're set on finding out who you are, you're going to be searching for a damn long time. In any case, fighting has gotten your quest nowhere. Maybe doing the opposite will push it a bit forward."

Perhaps she had a point. 4 years of fighting, and he was no closer to discovering his true self than when he started. And it was not like Wakeeda was unsightly; quite the contrary. With her plump breasts and large hips fully on show for all to see, she looked quite luscious. Thinking over her offer, he found it very tempting.

Kenji gave a small nod and voiced his answer: "Okay."

He was already slipping off his dark blue shoes. The equally coloured dress fell to the ground, his loincloth quickly followed. Wakeeda pressed a finger to his forehead with a reassuring smile, and Kenji saw fragments of his past life flash before his eyes. It was like he was watching it all again at an extremely high speed. He wished his life had passed by as quickly the first time.

Wakeeda drew her finger back, though her expression was unreadable. She turned away and began searching the many potion shelves. She picked out two potions, one violet, one a pale red. She handed the violet one to the swordsman, who guessed what to do. Kenji downed the potion with some difficulty. It tasted quite pleasing but was not wholly liquid: it felt like drinking slime.

A few seconds after drinking the last drop of potion, Kenji cried out as his penis suddenly felt like it was being stretched by a torture rack. He painfully felt it grow an inch or two longer, saw it turn a deep pink colour, then came a constant and sharp prickling as it grew outward facing barbs along every inch. It was over as quickly as it had begun: Kenji's cock now looked like an enlarged feline's shaft.

He looked over at the witch doctor. Wakeeda looked no different, other than her skin had turned slightly red. She stuck her tongue out and Kenji saw that it had become much longer and thinner. She directed him to sit down and he did so, the feline cock jutting outwards in front of him. She knelt before him and took his hardening cock in hand.

"Are real cat penises not contained in sheaths when not excited?" he asked, curiosity overriding him.

Wakeeda smiled as she gently stroked him. "Yes, but there's only so much potions can achieve. Why do you think you haven't grown fur too?"

Before he could respond, her tongue twined around his cat-like length as her breasts were placed either side of it. She pushed her breasts against one another in rhythm, massaging him. She pulled upwards with her tongue and breasts before relaxing, then repeating it. She was slow and measured with her movements, but Kenji found himself hoping she kept this pace.

Her tongue wound down the full length of his cock and her head engulfed his tip. He felt her sucking his head as her tongue continued it's vigorous movements. This felt beyond words-his only sounds were gentle moans of bliss as her head bobbed a little lower. He already felt himself approaching climax.

"Ah!" Kenji let out a small cry of bliss as he reached his peak and his cum shot into the witch doctor's mouth. She'd clearly been ready for it; maybe having felt his cock pulsing slightly as she jerked it. 4 spurts of cum fired into her mouth, and she didn't even break eye contact with him through it. She pulled back, prompting another sigh of pleasure from the swordsman.

"Y'know, not a single man has been able to withstand that. I guess I'm just that good at it." Wakeeda joked. Already having swallowed his seed, she got up and browsed her potions. "No matter. You're not the first I've done that to, and you won't be the last. This should help pick you back up." She picked out a lime green potion that sloshed in the glass like milk.

After popping the cork out, Kenji drank the potion in two gulps, ignoring the sour taste. A few seconds later, his shaft regained it's vigour and it stood like a rock again. Wakeeda lay on her back on a nearby bed that Kenji was sure hadn't been there a few seconds before. The witch doctor spread apart her pussy lips and smiled, awaiting him.

After getting atop her and lubing his shaft with spit, Kenji pushed into the witch doctor. She let out a long, soft sigh as his meat filled her up, inch by inch. Kenji felt each of the barbs pass her entrance, each one sending a shiver through his body. He felt his hips meet Wakeeda's plump backside and pulled back without hesitation.

He pushed back inside slowly, still getting used to his new shaft. Wakeeda clearly enjoyed his new meat-each ring of barbs that passed into her nethers drew a small squeal of pleasure from her. He kept up the slow pace even as he became less sensitive to her inner walls. Her tight wetness.

Kenji felt beads of sweat beginning to run down his back. He had never before realized how similar sex was to fighting. It had him sweating and it felt amazing to be doing it. He could even feel the same rush of primal aggression charging through his veins.

The swordsman began thrusting slightly faster, the pleasure beginning to overtake him. His change in pace came as a surprise to Wakeeda, who wrapped her legs around his waist. He noticed a few bead sof sweat forming on the witch doctor's skin too. The smell was intoxicating, as if it urged him to go faster still.

He obliged, thrusting into the sexy witch doctor with speed even he was surprised he had. Wakeeda's piercing cries of rapture sounded as beautiful as any sonnet in the realm. He began to feel the familiar sensation of building pressure; suddenly became aware of his heavier breathing and the many more sweat drops covering his body as he quickly built his way to orgasm.

He panted "Uh!-I'm goin-ah!-ing to-ah!"

"Yes,-ah!-inside me-oh!-please!" The witch doctor requested, through her bliss.

Kenji felt his second orgasm hit and pushed into the witch doctor fully. Two large shots of cum fired into Wakeeda, joining the cum she'd swallowed earlier. Still sensitive, the swordsman pulled back slowly and carefully until his deflating shaft was out of her. For a second they just remained there, breathing heavily and covered in sweat.

Once his strength returned, the swordsman stood up out of the bed, but Wakeeda's hand grabbed his own before he could do any more. "Stay. You haven't got anywhere to be-you said yourself that my request was the only job you'd gotten today." Wakeeda reminded him.

Seeing no reason to argue, Kenji rejoined her in the bed. With a wave of her hands and a whisper, she teleported a cover on the other side of the room over the both of them. Kenji felt her arms curl around his lower torso and he wrapped his own around her shoulders. She let out a sigh of contentment as she allowed herself to fall asleep.

Kenji embraced her a little tighter. Wakeeda's relaxed hold, the smell of her damp skin and pussy juices... Kenji could get used to this. This was every bit as good as the post-victory calm after a difficult fight. Maybe even better. Kenji closed his eyes and rested all of his being except his hold on the beautiful woman in his arms. His last thought before he drifted into sleep was one of inner serenity.

Sexual Healing

"Fairy nectar is known for it's incredibly restorative properties. Even after decades of research, I feel as though we have only scratched the surface of what it can accomplish." - A Veteran Alchemist's Guide to Restoration, Varie Cute.

Leon Wingrun, Amber Hawood and Levi Zathone are all my OCs.

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"Ah... Fuck..." The female voice breathed.

"Hold on, just-" A second, male voice replied.

"I... don't know if..." The woman told him.

"You've survived worse than this, and you've healed much worse than that. Just stay with me." Though the male was trying to reassure himself as much as her.

"L-Le...on..." The healer fell to the ground, clutching her side.

"Amber! No!" The demon hunter followed her to the ground, rolling her so she faced upwards. Desperately trying to remain calm, he placed a hand to her throat. She still breathed. For now. He inwardly cursed himself; he shouldn't have let her follow him into that castle. Now she'd been poisoned, and Leon couldn't tell what poison it was.

Leon heard a fluttering of tiny wings nearby. He looked towards the sound and barely noticed a fairy wearing nothing but a short skirt. He sighed slightly and returned to tending to Amber. He should have known better than to get his hopes up.

"What's wrong?" The fairy asked, in a voice too deep to be female, but still very flighty and high-pitched.

Leon answered coldly. "Nothing that concerns pranksters."

After a second of delay, the fairy swooped in front of his face and gave him a glare, hands on hips. "We may be natural pranksters, but a true fairy wouldn't just let somebody die. Not unless they deserved it. Now what the hell is wrong with her?"

Leon was a little startled at the response. "Poisoned. But I don't know what poison it is-it's nothing native to Asmana." Leon moved his eyes down to Amber again. "I don't know what to do. I don't even know if there's something I can do."

"Hmm..." The fairy pondered for a few moments. "I can get the poison out, but I need something in return. Levi Zathone, by the way." He introduced himself with a short bow.

"Er, Leon Wingrun. This is Amber Hawood. What is it you need? I'll do anything." Leon told him.

Levi looked him straight in the eyes and replied. "I need you to bend me over her and fuck me."

Leon's eyes went wide in shock. "W-what? This is no time for-"

"This is the perfect time for it." Levi interrupted him shortly, fluttering to the side of Amber. "My nectar can flush out the poison if her skin absorbs enough of it. But fairy nectar can only be gotten one way."

The fairy snapped his fingers and instantly grew in size. He was a little shorter than Leon, but was pleasantly round. His wings spread wide instead of folding behind his back. The skirt he wore had also grown in size, but Levi cast it off, revealing a shaft only a bit shorter than Leon's.

"Well, strip! I don't know how long she's got." Levi chastised the demon hunter, who realized he'd been staring blankly.

Leon quickly began stripping himself. It was a small pain to get his armour off-it seemed to shrink every time he tried. After sliding his pants down his legs, noticed the fairy slowly masturbating over Amber, one hand slowly stroking his shaft, the other pinching a nipple. After a few seconds, a single drop of gold dripped onto the healer's skin, glistening. After a second, the nectar had gone-it had seeped into Amber.

"That should keep her on this side of the veil." the fairy muttered, turning to look at Leon. "But we'd better not tarry. Looking pretty sexy, by the way."

After beckoning the demon hunter over, the fairy got onto all fours, spreading his right asscheek and giving Leon a perfect view of his opening. His cock was pointing directly over Amber's chest, where her armour exposed her skin. "Rub some of my nectar onto the hole first. Otherwise this won't be enjoyable for either of us." Levi told him. He squeezed his sack slightly and a little more of the nectar leaked out. Leon wiped some of the nectar off and quickly rubbed it on the fairy's entrance. It seemed to open up a little at his touch.

Leon didn't need to be guided through the next part, and he was already hard at the sight of Levi's waiting opening. It seemed to almost breathe with anticipation. He placed his cock between the plump asscheeks and prodded the entrance a little. The fairy squirmed slightly in answer.

He didn't deny Levi for very long; after a couple of teasing pokes, he pushed into the fairy's tightness with a soft grunt. The fairy let out a long moan as Leon pushed into him deeply. Leon felt the entrance tightening as he pushed deeper still, until his hips met the fairy's asscheeks. Leon paused for a second, shocked that Levi had taken his whole shaft without even flinching.

"D-Don't stop..." the fairy stammered, almost overcome with pleasure. "The deep-per and... faster... the-the bet-t-ter..."

Leon was happy to oblige the fairy's request. He pulled back his hips and pushed hard, slamming into the fairy's hole. The inner walls were tight as a virgin's, and the nectar served as an amazing lube-Leon had no trouble pushing inside, despite the tightness. He pushed deep and hard, but slowly at first. He didn't want to exhaust himself.

He gradually began building a faster rhythm. With each thrust, his movements became bolder. Every push into the plump fairy sent another jolt of pleasure through Leon's being. Before long he was thrusting into the fairy with barely any gap between thrusts. His tightness felt amazing, and the fairy's lewd moans sounded beautiful.

The fairy began pushing back against his cock as it entered him. Leon answered by gripping the fairy's round ass hard, pulling it onto his shaft and thrusting the shortened distance rapidly. Levi let out a sigh that was shortly interrupted by a squeal of pleasure. His face dropped to the ground and Leon noticed him gripping the grass tightly as he ravaged the fairy's tight entrance.

Leon drilled into the fairy's tight sphincter faster. Furiously. His hips smacked loudly against the plump asscheeks he'd grabbed even harder. The fairy's equally audible moans almost crossed over each other. Levi went a little bit slack and he moaned loudly "Ah-I'm-uh-gonna-ah! AH!"

Before Leon could do anything in answer, Levi announced his orgasm with a huge cry of pleasure and a huge spurt of nectar shot onto Amber's skin. Leon placed a hand on the fairy's stomach to keep him from falling on top of Amber, and pulled him back with a great effort. The fairy collapsed on the grass, exhausted.

"Umm... Nothing's happening!" Leon was getting more worried about his lover by the second. Every drop of the nectar had been absorbed, but nothing happened except Amber's breathing became less forced.

"Then... only one... option left... rub some... directly... on the wound..." The fairy panted, struggling to catch his breath. He gripped the base of his cock and pushed upward with his hand: a few more drops of the golden liquid leaked from his softening shaft. Leon took it on his finger and rubbed it into her side, where the wound was.

Upon feeling the nectar touch the wound, Amber let out a small cry of pain, gritting her teeth. After a few seconds, Amber's breathing slowed. Her eyes slowly opened. Her mouth trembled as it struggled to form a word: "Le...on...?"

"Oh, thank the gods! You're safe..." Leon embraced her and felt a single tear of relief rolling down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away. After a minute of holding Amber in his arms, he turned to Levi and grasped the fairy's hand, pulling him to his feet. "Thank you so much. If you hadn't shown up-"

"All in a day's work, my handsome friend." Levi smiled, though he returned the handshake.

"But why didn't we rub some on the wound to start with?" Leon asked.

"Fairy nectar is extremely potent, and getting it in your blood can cause any number of side effects. I'd keep a close eye on her for the next week or two." Levi explained. "Besides, you can't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

"I would have enjoyed it a lot more if Amber's life wasn't in peril. Still, thank you again." Leon smiled at him.

"Don't mention it; I got something out of today too. Even if I'm going to tire my wings out tomorrow because I'll be walking funny all day otherwise, heheh. I hope we meet again under less stressful conditions, Leon. Have fun out there, you two." He snapped his fingers and shrunk down again. He took off into the air, waving behind him.

"Leon... who was that?" Amber rubbed her eyes, looking no worse for wear than before they entered the castle. Her skin even seemed to glow. Just a little.

The hunter smiled as he answered. "Just a cute guy who healed you in return for some anal sex. Kind of wish he'd let me finish though."

Amber's eyes went wide with shock. "And I missed it?! Leon, you know that's my favourite thing to watch!"

"Then next time, let me get poisoned instead." He joked, though there was a definite edge to his voice. "Let's agree to go after some easy targets for the time being. We both got sloppy in there."

"Agreed. For now, let's just find an inn." Amber told him. "I've had enough close calls for one day, and you just said you never got to finish."

Leon's smile returned as he caught onto her thinking. Though she wasn't usually this forward about it: maybe that was a side effect? In any case, he answered. "Lead the way, my love."

Primum no Nocere

Never underestimate a healer on a mission.
Amber Hawood is my OC.
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"Wake up." The stern voice ordered.

"Wha-?" The other voice answered drowsily.

"Wake up!" The first voice repeated. An audible smack resonated through the chamber. The orc's eyes flew open at the shot of pain.

Amber Hawood observed her captive, naked except for a loincloth and restrained with tight ropes around the wrists and ankles. His legs were tied apart too. Crude, but it'd work. Amber wasn't in a position to nitpick anyway. In truth, she enjoyed seeing a man at her mercy like this. But this wasn't about pleasure; this was about something much more important to her.

"Took you long enough. Your name?" She asked him casually.

The orc just told her. "Go to hell."

Amber slashed him across the left cheek with the dagger in her right hand, barely looking at him. "I doubt that. Your name!"

"Heh... I doubt you went to the trouble of capturing me to find out my name." The orc taunted.

Amber kept herself from glaring at him, and struggled to keep her voice steady as she answered. "Fine. Leon Wingrun. Tall, blonde and handsome. Demon hunter. Came after your clan, got captured. Where is he?"

"Probably dead." Was the answer.

"Not good enough!" Amber told the orc, the dagger cutting across the other cheek. "Where's your clan's hideout?"

The captive smirked. "You don't really think it'll be that easy, do you? Go ahead-stab or slash me with that dagger as many times as you like. I won't tell you. You're wasting your time."

The orc's smugness was grating Amber's already fried nerves. "No; you are. If you want to skip to the suffering, I'm happy to oblige." Amber ran her finger along the dagger's edge. "Let's get started."

She didn't know how much time she had, so she'd use her most painful options first. She doubted it would work-orcs were known for their natural pain resistance-but she had to try. If things got really bad, she could heal him and do it again. There were some advantages to healing.

Healing... maybe she could start there. She knew firsthand what overcharging a healing spell could do. She snapped her left fingers and the familiar light green orb manifested in her palm. She channeled additional magic into it and it changed colours: first to a darker green, then to a light brown that matched her skin, then the brown went darker, then it finally changed to a deep red colour.

Amber held the spell towards the orc and the red instantly connected to a wound on his chest. The wound turned red and swelled up, sore. The burning pain was etched on the orc's face. Amber intensified the spell and he bit his lip to keep himself from crying out in pain. Amber kept up the spell, but broke it after a few seconds-channeling it for too long would kill him. The irony of dying to healing magic still tickled Amber.

Without warning or preamble, the healer plunged the dagger into the orc's left hand and he shouted his pain aloud. Amber twisted the handle and his scream reverberated around the cavern. She twisted it yet further but he gritted his teeth and glared at her, willing himself to block out the pain. She pulled the weapon out forcefully and shook the blood off.

So he knew how to ignore pain. That ability only worked against huge amounts of it-if she covered his body in cuts, it would have no effect. Amber began walking around his body, making slashes. In random places, of random lengths and random deepness at random intervals. Blood slowly trickled onto the floor of the cave, disappearing between the cracks and loose stone.

She voiced as she walked behind him. "Don't worry-I won't cut off anything important. Though I can't imagine there's anything big enough to miss anyway."

Before he could answer, she jammed the dagger into his side and pulled it out sideways, leaving a huge, gaping wound. Blood spurted out, and Amber did nothing but stop the bleeding. She did this in another two places-on the other side at a higher angle and on his left leg. She took a second to look over him. Almost every inch was covered in marks.

"Hmm..."

...

"ARGH! FUCK!"

Okay, now every inch was covered in marks. His light panting gave away his exhaustion from trying to block out all of it. Amber backed away and began thinking. Admittedly, this was very fun; to see him in such agony. But it wasn't working. She needed that location, and she needed it now. Amber internally cursed herself as she realized he was a warrior; used to pain. He might have even lived for it. The answer wasn't in pain; she had to take away what he prized.

What, then, did warriors prize? The answer came in one fell swoop.

Without a word, Amber walked to her captive and placed the dagger against his left index finger. "Talk. Or it goes." Amber threatened.

"You... you wouldn't." The orc rebutted confidently.

The dagger cut downwards and the finger fell to the floor. Red splattered the floor, but the orc only flinched in answer to the pain. Amber was slightly impressed at his tolerance. She repeated the threat and action on each of his left fingers, and each time he refused. But he was clearly cracking at the loss of his fighting ability.

"Okay, enough fucking around." Amber told both herself and the orc.

She moved to his other side, switching the dagger in her hand so she held it upside down. Studying his right arm, she picked her target. The dagger descended into the inside of the elbow and the orc shouted in pain. An ugly, jagged line was formed as Amber pulled it down the arm. She pulled it near to the wrist, savouring the orc's cries of agony, before pulling it out roughly. Before the orc could even breath out, Amber held an open left hand towards the wound. Green light shot into the gash. The skin sealed up but it also turned slightly inwards.

"Try to move your fingers." Amber challenged him, wiping the blood off the dagger.

The orc looked at his hand and made an attempt to do something. Nothing happened. He visually struggled to make his arm do...anything. All in vain. Amber internally smiled; her purposefully botched healing had worked. The orc glared at her and screeched "You witch! You've ruined my arm!"

"Good luck finding a healer who can undo that." Amber told him dryly. "I'll ruin yet more if you don't tell me what I want to know."

The orc stayed defiant "Fuck you."

"I know you'd like to do just that, preferably as painfully as possible. But let's not joke around any further: you're on your last legs, and if you still refuse to talk, I'll make them useless too!" Amber told him. It was now or never. "Where. Is. Your. Clan?"

"I would rather die than tell you." The orc answered "And if you do anything more, you'll grant that wish!" Amber nearly plunged the dagger into his eye. But a final idea shone in her head at his words. If this didn't work, nothing would.

She fought a smug smirk as she asked "Is that so?" and channeled her healing magic around his body. After a few seconds, the wounds from the torture sealed back up. Even the fingers she'd cut off  began to grow back. Amber was slightly surprised-it turned out sheer rage amplified healing magic too. It didn't heal the sabotaged arm though. The orc's eyes went wide as the healing process finished and Amber spoke, arms crossed. "I'm a healer. I can bring you all the way to Messorem's door, then pull you back before you can knock. Just how long do you think you can hold out against that?!" Her voice became louder with every word.

He stammered. "You wouldn't."

She stepped up to him, locking eyes. He flinched slightly at the sight of her face. "You have no idea what healers are capable of." Her voice was deadly and full of malice. "You have even less idea of what I can do."

The orc was shocked. "I... I swore, on my ho-"

"Is preserving your honour worth feeling your life slip away so many times you're literally begging me to just let you die by the end?" Amber interrupted him. "Or should I start cutting off your fingers one by one again? Maybe your whole hand? An eye? There is no limit to what I can take away from you."

"You... You'd just get bored eventually..." The orc was clearly running out of arguments.

"Wrong again." Amber replied, smiling maliciously. "I get off on watching people suffer. I already had two orgasms with the first torture session." To illustrate her point, her left hand moved downwards and wiped some of her slick juices from her otherwise untouched pussy. She pushed the covered fingers into his mouth forcefully.

The orc's eyes went wide at the taste as the fingers retracted. Amber internally smiled: she'd put fear into him. "You... you're an animal. A fucking animal!" The orc cried out, realizing how deep in it he really was.

"An animal who will do whatever it takes to get her lover back." Amber didn't miss a step in her answer. "Now tell me where he is, or we go to round two!"

The orc clearly underwent an internal battle between his fear and his sense of honour. Finally, at long last, he sighed resignedly. "...The Lost Vale. Our clan makes camp... at the Lost Vale."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Amber asked, already slinging her bag over her shoulders. "Now you earn yourself a rest." One final snap of her fingers and the orc was out colder than the northern snowstorms.

Amber untied his good arm and set off; out of the cave and into the sunset. She had her location. All she could do now was head to the Lost Vale and hope... hope that Leon was still alive. "Hold on, my love... I'm on my way." she whispered to the wind, before running down the dirt path.

Solely Learning

 A panda helps a workaholic dragon relax.
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The knob turned without trouble and I stepped into the classroom. A folder under my arm and a coffee in my hand, I was ready to start marking down the week's attendence records. I heard the sound of typing to my immediately left and I turned to see a familiar sight in the corner of the class. Dark blue scaly skin, 4-inch long horns in place of hair, and an impossible-to-miss bright orange t-shirt teamed with equally coloured earphones.

I quietly sighed and walked over to him. I plucked out his right earphone and asked "William, what are you still doing here?"

The young dragon gave a start and his head flicked towards me. He hastily explained "Oh, Miss Daymu, I was just-"

"Working on your login database?" I smirked. One quick look at the coding was all I needed. "Is your nose ever off that grindstone?" He gave a small chuckle and returned to the work.

William was always cramming in extra knowledge. He barely passed his IT GCSE and now he was paranoid he'd fail this college course. I didn't know why: he was more than keeping up with the merit-level work, let alone the pass. He'd also joined the Technology club, (though we more studied taking PCs apart and putting them together in those sessions). Yet he could still be found here during breaks and lunchtimes making sure his coding was perfect.

But I worried about him. Dark circles regularly appeared under his eyes, yesterweek his eyeballs had been bloodshot and he'd been stifling a lot of yawns. Added to that, he'd become jumpier and slightly panicky. It was pretty concerning to see him like this, and I could tell it wasn't going to get better on it's own. It was a teacher's job to look after their students. My job to look after William.

"William, is everything alright?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "Um...yeah. Why?"

"Because you haven't been looking so good for the past two months." I told him bluntly. "I can tell something's stressing you out."

Something inside him seemed to break. "S-sorry Miss. I just... I'm so worried about failing the course. I want to be a web developer, but if I screw up this course I'm sunk. I don't know what else I'd do."

I answered up, measuring my words. "William, I'll be honest. You're a smart kid. You're blitzing the merit level work with no issues. But you need help in other departments."

"What...what do you mean?" He asked, taking out the other earphone. He seemed confused at my compliment.

I chose my words carefully. "I mean you need someone to help you relax. To vent whatever stress you're feeling. Someone like a... a girlfriend."

He gulped, eyes wide. He'd caught on to what I meant. Tentatively, he asked "Wh-what did you have in m-mind?"

So he was interested? Curious.

"I thought we'd start with something simple." I answered, already unbuttoning my top and slipping my shoes off. In truth, I'd wanted to do this-or something like it-for a while, but I was hoping this would help him blow off more steam than me. "Just to clarify: we're not taking things beyond outercourse. You're not handsome enough to get fired or pregnant over."

He smiled slightly at the joke but nodded in affirmation. "I... I want to save my first time for my first girlfriend anyway." he admitted.

I was a little taken aback at this. Handsome and cute as he was, I figured he'd have lost his virginity in secondary school. "Whoever she is, she's going to be a very lucky woman." I commented, now pushing my skirt down my shapely legs. "I should tell you, William: I've got a love for feet-related sex. Specifically, getting my feet worshipped and giving footjobs."

He didn't show much reaction, which surprised me. Usually men showed some form of disgust or regret when I told them of that. William gave a small smile and replied "Okay... I don't know much about it but... I'll try..."

"Don't worry about it. You're still a virgin, so I don't except you to be perfect or even great." I told him sympathetically. "Just don't be terrible." I added as a joke. He flustered slightly in answer.

I unclipped my bra and my boobs dropped out, jutting forwards. My shoulders and back felt slightly relieved without the straps cutting in. I decided to leave my polka-dot panties on: I didn't want to be tempted to break the outercourse limit. William sat, looking my body up and down, as if it were an all-you-can-eat-buffet for his eyes.

I crossed my arms and raised and eyebrow. For a second he was confused, then realized with a short gasp. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs without much difficulty. He didn't wear shoes-dragon soles were very tough by nature-so he didn't have to do anything else. He didn't even take his shirt off, but I could forgive that little lapse in memory.

His hardening cock was the most interesting sight. I'd never seen a dragon penis before. It was pointed at the tip like a pen, but after a centimeter or two it quickly expanded into a thick shaft that I knew even I'd have trouble taking fully, despite it's relatively short length. What caught my eyes were that there were smooth little barbs jutting outwards on either side of it.

After walking to him, I licked the palm of my hand and began to stroke it, quickly getting used to the odd shape. The barbs moved up and down as if on hinges, but I knew that upon climax they'd lock downward to prevent pulling out, like a canine knot. I could very slightly feel his pulse through it-it was much faster than I'd expected. It wasn't much of a surprise when I thought about it from his point of view, though.

"M-Miss Daymu?" he asked cautiously.

"Hm?" I replied, looking down into his face. The top of his head only just came level with the bottom of my neck.

"I... I-I really like how..." he paused, but mustered his courage "how your th-thighs rub to-together... wh-when you walk... Could I... please...?"

My thighs? Well, I supposed that wasn't much weirder than my love for feet. I spread my legs apart slightly, still standing. He hesitantly moved closer and placed his cock between them. I pressed my thighs together and felt the barbs of his cock digging into them slightly. He looked up at me and I nodded, smiling.

He began to gently thrust, vocalizing his satisfaction into my chest. I pressed his head deeper between my tits and his moans were muffled. I reached around his back and pushed him a little every time he thrust. He extricated himself from my tits and took the left nipple into his mouth. Now it was my turn to moan.

His tongue circled the nipple as he gently suckled on it. His right hand moved up my stomach and gently groped my other breast. His thumb ran over it, moving it in circles in time with his thrusts. His left hand reached around and gently squeezed my asscheek. His thrusts became slightly slower and his breathing became a little heavier.

"I think that's enough. We have time; we don't need to rush." I told him, glancing at the clock on the wall. We still had 30 minutes before the next class started. He pulled back a little, precum glistening on the tip of his shaft. I gently scooped it up with my nail and popped my finger in my mouth. "Mmm... Tasty." I commented.

"Do... do you want me to... uhm..." He pointed at my feet. In reply, I hopped up onto the huge table in the centre of the classroom. He got onto his knees below it, using his jeans as a cushion.

He tentatively took my right foot in his hand. He rubbed the ball with his thumb while running his finger down the outer side. Almost on instinct, I lifted the foot up to his mouth. He looked up at me and gulped very slightly. After hesitating for a few seconds, he lifted the sole to his mouth and planted a kiss on it. It tickled enough to make me giggle, and he smiled at his small achievement.

He gave the sole another kiss, and allowed his tongue to brush against it ever so slightly. "Ah... yeah, between the toes... Oh..." I exaggerated my moans a little to motivate him, and it paid off well; he became bolder with his tongue, pressing harder against my soles, licking in broader strokes. He didn't even need my gentle pushing now. I was a little taken aback by how quickly he'd gotten this far.

His tongue snaked between my toes on both feet, tickling slightly. He took each toe into his mouth, sucking it for a second or two before moving to the next one. When he reached the end, he doubled back and began to suck on two toes at once for twice as long. Then three for even longer. He couldn't quite manage four, but it felt nice to watch him try; to see him push his boundaries a little further.

I moved my foot downwards and brushed his cock, making my intent clear. I placed his cock between my toes and pivoted my foot with the ankle. He moaned at the toejob, and I placed my other foot to his open mouth. He sucked on the three toes that entered as I deepened the strokes-stroking the whole cock using my leg as the pivot now.

"Okay, now move your chair over here. Then just sit back and relax." I told him. "Let me take you on a journey of pleasure few men can say they've had."

Being on wheels, his chair was easy to manuvre as I got onto all fours, knees balancing on the edge. I felt behind me for the barbs of his shaft. He guided it in-between my two big toes and I took a moment to appreciate how hard he'd gotten. I could very slightly feel the blood pulsing through his shaft-it felt strangely satisfying.

My toes curled around his meat and I felt him jerk a little, a gasp accompanying it. I began stroking his shaft slowly, using my knees to pivot my feet (as my ankles were already bent as far back as they could go). His hands explored the outer toes and tickled my feet slightly, making me shake a little.

I started to stroke slightly faster, and although his meat slipped from between my feet, he quickly placed it between the soles. His soft moans sounded amazing. I wanted to tell him to moan louder, but I knew that might get us caught. I kept up my pace, his barbs tickling my arches slightly.

I felt William's hands firmly squeezing my ass as my feet massaged his cock. He spread my cheeks apart and pressed them together. He didn't move my panties to either side though; he still had some measure of restraint. I felt a measure of pride that I still knew how to pick decent guys.

"Miss Daymu, you have such a nice ass... So full." He told me.

I smiled to myself as I answered. "Don't be shy now. Give it a smack or two."

I heard a small gulp. I felt his right hand lift away before the slap landed with surprising force. I felt my right buttcheek jiggle slightly while he continued to grope and massage the other. He raised his hand and gave my ass another sharp smack. It had been ages since I'd been spanked-I'd forgotten how relievingly painful it felt.

"Ah... Miss Daymu..." His strained voice and panted breathing spoke for him. I was surprised he'd lasted this long, in honesty.

"Let it out." I told him flexing my soles. "All over my feet. Decorate them with your seed."

I heard the dragon's pleasant cry of release, felt the barbs lock downwards, the meaty cock pulse between my soles less than a second before his cum landed on them, blending into the white pads. I counted three spurts of cum. Afterwards, William leaned back in relief. His words came out as a sigh. "I... th-thank you, Miss Dayum. Oh, I mean-"

But I didn't hear the rest, such was my laughter. "You're welcome. Just make sure to come to me again if you're having stress troubles." I winked at him, already cleaning his cum off my soles with a tissue. I would have liked to lick it off, but a look at the clock told me there wasn't time.

"Well, seeing as you told me I'm blitzing the merit work, I've given some thought to trying the distinction level stuff." the dragon answered, pulling up his trousers and sitting back down at his computer. "So I think there's going to be a lot of stress in my near future."

"That's my star student." I answered as the bell rang, signalling the end of lunchbreak. I quickly dropped the cum-filled tissue into the bin and pulled my skirt up my legs, rebuttoning my top as I slipped my stockings on. I was barely at my desk as the other students began filing in.

Not a word was exchanged between the two of us for the whole class, but every time I caught his eye, he flustered a little and looked away. William said his near future was going to involve a lot of stress. Mine was going to become a lot more fun.

Trust Me

A sub agrees to try pegging for the first time.
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"Puppy! I'm home!" The unmistakable voice rang through the house.

I sprinted toward the front door and straight into my Mistress' open arms. She wrapped them tightly around me and I nuzzled her chest. Whatever else I'd been told, there were a few advantages to being short. I looked upwards; into her bright blue eyes, slightly magnified by her glasses.

"How was work, Mistress?" I asked, though I could tell she was excited about something; she was teeming with it.

"Same old, same old. But I brought home some more toys for us to play with." She brushed her shoulder-length blonde hair out of her eyes and picked up the bag she'd dropped on the floor. "Come on Puppy. Upstairs."

She practically bounded up the staircase, her fair ass swaying to and fro. I followed enthusiastically; as fun as it had been up to now, I was getting a little bored with her handcuffing and blindfolding me and riding me cowgirl with little change. It felt strange to think that, when 3 or 4 years ago I wouldn't let either the blindfold or handcuffs anywhere near me.

Mistress crashed through the bedroom door and jumped onto the bed. I followed suit, infected by her eagerness. She began taking things out of the bag at random. I picked them up and examined them in turn before replacing them next to her:

Black furry handcuffs, a short crop, lacy pink lingerie, a telescopic spreader bar, boob-shaped cola sweets (yes! my favourite!), wax strips-wait, wax strips? I raised an eyebrow at Mistress and she snickered "They had a buy two get one free offer, and I'm getting tired of cutting my legs shaving." Breathing a slight sigh of relief, I went back to the now finished-pile. Lemon-scented lube, another wax strip pack and...my face fell as I picked it up: a realistically-sculpted strap-on dildo.
My mind was racing. Mistress had talked about trying anal before. I'd always laughed it off as a joke. Now she'd bought this strap-on, I knew she was serious about it. I just stared at it, speechless. The temperature of the room seemed to drop several degrees as Mistress noticed my reaction to the dildo.
She reached over and took it from me; I looked at her face. The trembling of her lips betrayed her emotions, even if her tone of voice didn't. "Pu-" but she stopped herself. "Nathan, do you trust me?"

The use of my real name acted like a stimulant; my head slow down enough to think. I loved her, and I'd trust her with anything, but this... Was I really ready to do this? I'd seen videos online of pegging, and I could tell how enjoyable they were for the guy in them. But what if this wasn't something I liked? I wasn't worried by the idea of being assfucked nearly as much as at the prospect of disappointing the woman I loved most.

"Mistress-" I began, but she cut me off.

"No. We're equals tonight, Nathan." Her eyes looked directly into my own as she said it.

"Okay... Hayleigh, I'm just worried... I know you've looked forward to this, but... what if I don't like it? I... I'd hate myself if I let you down." I explained.

"I'd be even more let down if we never tried it." Hayleigh replied. "When I was in college, I tried dating a lesbian who had a crush on me, but I found that it wasn't for me. I look back on that and I'm glad I tried it, because otherwise I wouldn't know I wasn't into girls."

I was still uneasy. It clearly showed as I tried to think about what to say. How to convey my thoughts. Hayleigh spoke up again: "Nathan, if you still don't want to do this, I won't hold it against you. We agreed when we began this relationship that sex wasn't a priority. I just... I genuinely think you'd enjoy it. A chance is all I ask for you to give this."

A chance... I knew a thing or two about chances. Chances to stand up to bullies. Chances to pick up your grades because they dropped because you lost a family pet. Chances to... to find a loving mistress who cared for you and made sure any welts and bruises were covered in lipstick before you drifted into sleep when your last relationship could be described as "abusive" at best.

I made my choice; I wasn't the kind of person to let fear dictate my actions, and I wasn't going to start now. "Okay, I'll do it but..." I paused for a second. "No blindfolding, no tying me up or anything else. Just... just you, me and..." I couldn't bring myself to finish.

Hayleigh leaned over and gently kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, Nathan. Now, just strip off and lie down like so many times before, but spread your legs apart. Let me do the rest." I obliged, my heart racing nearly as fast as my mind. Was...was I really about to do this?

Yes. For her.

I kept an eye on her stripping herself off as I did that same. She wasn't large or plump by any means, but she wasn't scrawny or thin either. In looks, she was commonplace-like any other woman. But her personality, her motherly and kind nature and her sheer untempered kinkiness made her one of the most beautiful women I'd known. I still felt lucky to have her.

She poured a measured cup of the lube onto the tip (filling the room with the scent of citrus fruit) and rubbed it down the shaft. It glistened slightly in the afternoon sunlight, looking a lot less menacing. Hayleigh bent over me, placing a hand on the covers to the right of me while guiding the strap-on to it's destination with her right hand.

My nerves overcame me for a moment. "Hayleigh..." I whimpered. She looked up at me, her hands ceasing their movements. I could feel myself shaking. "I'm sc-scared..."

She pressed her torso against me, put her lips to mine and whispered "Just remember to use your safeword if it's too much. You may not be my Puppy tonight, but you're still a good boy."

Hearing those two words in my ear... I suddenly felt like I could walk through Hell itself. I felt my resolve bolster and gave a jerked nod. She raised herself up and I felt the plastic brush against my opening. She moved the dildo up and down, teasing my hole, testing it. She began to push against my hole, and despite the internal screams of protest at the intrusion, I opened up.

I felt the strap-on break into my ass and winced slightly. I gripped the covers hard as Hayleigh slowly, inch by inch, pushed inside. I bit my lip to stop myself crying out as the dildo penetrated me. As my anal virginity faded into nothingness. But it was more uncomfortable than painful. I felt her hips press against my ass and knew the dildo was fully inside.

I looked up from the sight of her belly into her face. I gave a small nod that Hayleigh returned. She pulled herself back as slowly as she'd entered. It felt slighty relieving, feeling the void in my ass return. But as slowly, the void was refilled with the plastic invader. I could only thank whatever gods may be for the lube. Hayleigh repeated her slow and deep thrusting, but didn't go in all the way. Maybe something of my discomfort showed on my face.

This felt strangely nice. Hayleigh pushed inside deeply enough for the dildo to press against my prostate, (which she knew the location of through lots of experimental fingering), but not so deep that her hips pressed against my ass. At a guess, she was only pushing halfway inside. Hayleigh also kept her eyes locked on my face, looking for any signs of tenderness as she gently thrust.

"Deeper..." I whispered, reassuring her.

"You sure?" She asked. Her voice was halfway between surprise and concern.

"Positive." I nodded. "But you owe me another pack of cola boobs for this..."

Hayleigh laughed, leaned up straight and took the underside of my knees in her hands. I only now realized my legs were feeling numb; she began to thrust slightly harder, using them as handles. She drilled into my ass almost recklessly, but the dildo pressed against my soft spot with every push.

To my shock, I found myself quietly moaning every time she pushed into my opening. I couldn't deny it... I liked this. Judging from Hayleigh's smirk, she could hear my little squeals of pleasure. Indulging her, I began to moan louder for her, letting out an audible sigh everytime she filled my ass with the plastic dick.

Hayleigh let go of my left leg and began to stroke my cock in time with her thrusts instead. The familiar feeling of her hand wrapped around my shaft awakened me to another familiar feeling; one of building pressure. To say I was surprised would be an understatement: was I really going to come from being anally reamed?

"I'm... close..." I breathed.

Knowing how to push me over, Hayleigh's met her lips to mine and pushed inside me fully, jerking my cock with such speed her hand might have been a blur. A second later, I felt my restraint shatter and my cum shot over my torso in two large spurts, causing me to moan into the kiss. After a pause, Hayleigh slowly pulled out of me. She lay down at my side and I rolled over her, my face pressing in-between her modest breasts.

"Mistress?" I asked.

Her hand ran through my hair. "Hmm?"

"I love you." I muttered into her chest, turning my head to the side.

"I can tell." she smirked. I felt her lips kiss my forehead. "I love you too, Puppy."

Moving On

A femboy fox offers a heartbroken dog consolation.
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The radio clicked off and the sound of Roxette was stifled. Normally, I'd consider such a thing akin to a crime. But this was different. After reading the damning text on my phone, "It Must Have Been Love" was the absolute last thing I wanted to hear. I opened my messages and read it again, making sure I wasn't hallucinating:

"James.

I need to be clear and honest. It isn't working between us. It's been almost a year since we began this relationship and yet I feel no closer to you than I did when you first asked me out on a date. We've gone nowhere, and I feel it is for the best that we call it off while we're still able to. I am sorry this happened, and that I wasted your time by accepting in the first place. Undoubtedly, there were and are other girls you could have chased after in that time. I pray that you can move on from me quickly.

-Michelle Holcomb"

My heart felt like it was somewhere near my ankles. I felt the first of many tears rolling down my cheeks. So this... this was what they called heartbreak. I'd read countless stories, played countless games and watched countless movies about it. But actually feeling like my heart had split into two... I could almost drown in the feeling of sinking. All the dates to fancy restaurants, all the awful rom-com movies we watched, all the walks to the park... All rendered meaningless with a single text message.

A series of knocks at the door broke my reverie. I wiped the tears away and walked to the door. Through the white net curtain I thought I could see the figure of Michelle standing outside my door, but I knew it couldn't be her. Hadn't she just made clear her feelings, or lack thereof?

I opened the door and a voice slightly deeper and louder than hers rang out. "Hey James."

"Huh? Micheal?" My eyebrows raised. What could Michelle's twin brother want?

The fox sighed slightly. "Yes. Micheal. Are you really that shocked to see me?"

"Hey, I'm just surprised, is all. I'd have thought your whole family hates my guts." I gestured him inside and he followed me onto the sofa as he spoke.

"Fuck no." Micheal answered. "In fact, she's grounded for breaking up via text instead of telling you face-to-face. Especially since we only live a couple of streets away." he unnecessarily gestured towards his house. "I've never seen mum and dad both so angry about the same thing before."

"They send you here to apologize on their behalf?" I half-joked, fidgeting.

Mr and Mrs Holcomb were the prim and proper types. Those traits had passed onto Michelle completely, but had also fully skipped Micheal. While Michelle wore elegant and formal clothes, Micheal wore a vest and jean shorts. She drank herbal tea, he drank black coffee. She appreciated high class meals, he was satisfied with a fry-up. She rarely laughed at anything, he enjoyed telling dirty jokes. They did have some similarities beyond looks though. Both were honest, they were equal on school grades, and both had a love of hot chocolate.

"No, but seeing as I was on my way here anyway, they told me to say they're sorry she's done this." Micheal answered.

I smiled wistfully. "So, what were you coming here for then?"

I could tell this wasn't how he wanted to breach the subject but he sighed and answered anyway. "I know it might be a bit difficult to move on so quickly, but..." he hesitated "Well, I was thinking... could you love a guy?"

I instantly clicked onto what this joke's punchline was. "Oh, ha ha. Very funny." The monotone deadpan voice that came from my mouth wasn't anything like my normal one. "I know you're a big lover of jokes but this really isn't a good time for your humour."

"I wasn't joking." He stated, with complete sincerity.

My head flicked up, eyes wide. One look at his expression told me he meant it. "You-you're serious?"

Micheal gave a slightly exasperated sigh. "James, you were wasted on my sister. Fucking frigid little ice queen that she is, I'd be surprised if in this past year she let you so much as take your shirt off around her."

I was surprised at his comment. I'd never heard him criticize his sister for her prudish nature before now. I always thought it was just a fact of life around her. "Well, she did seem a bit iffy about me taking my shirt off last summer. There's prudishness, then there's that." I shrugged.

"Knowing her, she would have been jealous. She was worried some other girl would take a look at you and come straight after you." Micheal chuckled. "But back to my point: would you be able to date me?"

I couldn't help but ask two questions: "Before I answer: what brought this on, and how long have you had this...crush?"

"I've had it...quite a while." He blushed a little bit. "And...I'm not sure what started it. I was just... y'know... fapping, one lonely night. Never actually had a boyfriend so I've had plenty of those... Anyway, instead of Davey Devil or some other guy, you appeared in my head. And my subsequent fantasies. You've been stuck in them since; however much I tried to get you out or replace you with others." He was blushing hard now. It made him look-and there was no other word for it-cute.

I felt surprised, and a little prideful. So something about me, and only me, had caused Micheal to fantasize about me. I had to admit I'd doubted I was fully straight before now. I'd looked up "femboys" online quite a few times when the usual stuff didn't quite work, and Micheal fitted the title perfectly.

I chose to answer his blunt honesty with my own version of it: "Well, what's say we turn them into more than fantasies?"

Micheal's amber eyes lit up at my tone, and his mouth curved into a wide smile at my words. What did I have to lose? It wasn't like we were total strangers. Hell, I vaguely recalled kissing him during a Truth or Dare game during his birthday the year before.

The fox was already unbuckling my belt, having lost the fight to pull my jeans down my legs. Meanwhile, I hoisted my shirt up and over my head. Once it was on the floor, I lifted my waist up, letting Micheal slip my jeans off. I unbuttoned my boxers as he stripped off his shirt, emitting a gasp as he noticed my hardening dick.

"Oh, wow..." he smiled, teasingly rubbing his finger along it "If Michelle saw this she'd throw all the prudishness straight out the window."

"Micheal, don't mention her. I want to focus on just you." I told him gently. He smiled understandingly.

Seeking to distract me from thoughts about his twin, the fox stood up and took his shoes off, followed by his shorts and pants. He twirled around once, giving me a full view of his bareness. His slender body was slightly shorter than most foxes, but he made up for it by being plumper than others. He made it a point to walk at least 5 miles every day; as a result, everything below the waist seemed better developed than any other fox, even if his torso seemed lacking in comparison. His modest foxhood already stood at attention.

He stood there, awaiting some kind of comment. He even looked a little nervous. I smiled and answered the unspoken question: "10/10. Would ask to twirl again."

He gave another twirl in answer before walking over to me and clambering onto the sofa. He took my cock in hand and began stroking my dick, his tongue already teasing the pointed tip. I sighed in pleasure. I'd never received oral before now, and it felt beyond what I could imagine. Micheal's tongue, the soft moans, the grip around the base... It felt amazing.

With a sudden hunger, the fox's mouth engulfed my cock whole. His tongue continued to tease the tip but his lips wrapped around almost everything except the bulbous knot. I jerked at the spike of pleasure and felt his lips curl into a small smile. His tongue moved downward and began to circle everything that fit in his mouth.

"Ah fuck... You sure you haven't-ah-done this before?" I gasped.

He gagged slightly after an attempted chuckle and took out my cock. "You know dildos exist, right? You have to practice somehow. No dildo can match up this taste though." He gave a long lick from the bottom of the knot to the very tip. The sensation made me arch my back in response.

"Okay, enough of that. I think I'm as hard as I'm getting." I told him, lightly pushing him away. In answer, he turned over and got on all fours before reaching back and spreading his asscheeks apart with one hand.

I inched closer, but I could smell his musk. His ass looked so inviting. So delicious. I bent over and met my lips to his opening. My tongue slipped out and licked. He gave a short shudder in answer, whether from pleasure or surprise at my tongue I didn't know. I pressed my nose to his opening and sniffed deeply. His scent was nothing short of intoxicating. I could have happily taken entire lungfuls of it.

I allowed my tongue to run over his sphincter again. This time, my tongue pushed against it a bit. I pushed again and he opened up to me. The taste was as potent as his smell, if not more. My tongue practically moved by itself: circling the inside of his ass, experiencing more of his taste. He could only squirm and lightly moan in enjoyment of the feeling. I pulled back, satisfied that his opening was ready.

After getting behind the fox, I teased his sphincter: rubbing my cock over it and prodding a little with the tip. Upon noticing him squirm with need however, I decided to deny him no longer. I slowly pushed myself, inch by inch, into him. His long, drawn out sigh of pleasure was a joy to hear. Almost as joyous was the feeling of his starfish accepting my meat with so little reluctance. I gave a minor thrust to push the rest inside; the sexy fox gave a grunt in answer.

His ass felt tight and warm around my cock. I could even have called it snug. I pulled back but pushed back into him at only halfway: my tip was still sensitive from the treatment of his tongue. I began slowly building up a tempo; pulling back halfway only to forcefully push back in. I also started pulling back a little further with each thrust. I never went right back to the tip though.

I sped up my rhythm a little, and Micheal gripped the sofa tightly. I started thrusting back into his starfish at random, surprising him whenever I didn't pull back very far before entering him again. He could only breathe out cuss words in the short gaps between his gasps and moans. He began breathing a little heavier and his shaky voice rang out: "Ah fuck... James-Oh yes!-I'm gonna... uh!"

In response, I began drilling into his ass deeply and at a faster pace. He loudly grunted with each thrust, each grunt becoming higher pitched until, with one final thrust, he let out a shout through gritted teeth: "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I pushed hard into his tightening hole and he let out a long moan as he came onto the sofa. I felt his cock shoot 5 bursts of cum through his ass tightening and paused.

"You okay, Micheal?" I asked, unable to keep a tone of concern out of my voice.

He nodded, but one of his arms had given way and he spoke half-into the sofa. "Yeah... ju... just keep going. D-don't stop until... until you've painted the inside of my ass white."

I was more than happy to oblige. I began a paced and slow rhythm to keep from causing him harm, but the inside of Micheal's sphincter had tightened a lot, and I felt my peak quickly approaching. I felt the climax hit and thrusted my knot into the fox. I felt it expand and Micheal let out a prolonged moan as my cum shot into his tightness in 1, 2, 3 large spurts.

Once I felt my knot contract slightly, I pulled out with a grunt, prompting a squeal from him. I fell back onto the sofa, out of breath, my knot already disappearing back into it's sheath. Micheal's hand pushed against me as he crawled to my torso and rested his head on my chest. For a while we just lay there, recovering our strength.

Eventually, Micheal piped up. "So... are you still upset that ice queen dumped your sexy self?" His finger ran slowly down my chest as he spoke. It tickled slightly.

My arm curled around him and he nuzzled into my chest. "Not even slightly."

"So, what shall we do for our second date?" he asked.

I smiled. "Let's just watch a few films for now. You okay with that, lover?" I gave emphasis to the last word.

I felt his whole body relax a little. His voice was almost dreamlike as he answered "I'm okay with anything you want, baby." He lifted himself up and kissed my cheek before retreating to the warm comfort of my torso. I could only grin like an idiot as I picked up the remote and flicked the TV back on. My heart even felt like it was in my chest where it belonged. For the first time in a long time, everything was alright.

Wolfish Training

Kyran Wolf gives Ilyse some fighting tips, in addition to just more than a tip.
Kyran Wolf is my OC.
Ilyse Arvernus and Devany belong to DarkShadow777.
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The early light of dawn shone across the field. Dandelions swayed to and fro with the light breeze. Two figures stood alone. One was tall and fur-covered, wearing form-fitting leather armour. A brush-like tail jutted from the lower back and two dog-like ears twitched at the sound of the second figure, causing the first to turn around.

The other figure was female, and quite plump, wearing a dress that accentuated her curves as much as it hid them. A pair of braided orange pigtails swung from her head as she walked to the first figure. Her eyes were like emeralds, which complimented her dress well.

"'Morning Ilyse. Are you ready for training?" The male figure asked the woman.

"Good morning Mr Wolf. I'm ready but...I don't know why we had to start so early." the elf barely stifled a yawn. "Devany gets to sleep in; why not me too?"

Mr Wolf smirked. "Because legally, we're trespassing here. This dandelion field isn't mine, but anywhere else is too dangerous or too far away. I hate getting up this early, too. And for the last damn time, call me Kyran."

"B-But won't the landowner understand if you're training me?" Ilyse queried.

"You know nothing about Asmanan morality, do you?" The elf shook her head silently and Kyran chuckled before continuing. "Let me put it this way: it would be easier to explain that we were meeting here for sex than for training."

Ilyse turned a little red at this. "Oh...Okay."

"Now, first order of business; strip off your dress and shoes." The wolf told her, stretching his legs out.

"Wh-What?" Ilyse asked flatly, as if she couldn't believe what she'd just heard.

Kyran raised an eyebrow as he stood up straight again. "Well, what if you get captured and stripped of all your clothes?" Kyran gestured at her dress on the last word. "It's happened to me before now, more than once. If that happens to you, you're going to be very grateful that I trained you how to fight in the nude."

"I...I don't know..." Ilyse stammered.

Kyran sighed and, in one fluid motion, hoisted his armour over his head and dropped it on the ground. Ilyse gasped at the sight of the wolf's naked body, save his boots, which he removed as he spoke. "Is this better? If you'd prefer that we train in the nude, that's fine by me. But your enemies aren't going to be so generous. Besides, if you're nude I'll be able to pinpoint any flaws."

"You...you really take fighting seriously, don't you?" Ilyse asked, her emerald eyes looking into his own.

Kyran chuckled a little at her naivety. "In Asmana, survival is victory. How you attain that victory doesn't matter a bit. Now come on; strip."

The elf hesitated, but began stripping off her dress after a moment. Kyran took a moment to appreciate her plump breasts, curvy waist and voluptuous thighs. She shook a little from the cold, but Kyran unfortunately couldn't help her with that.

The wolf told her. "Okay now, just take a swing or two so I can see how you are already. Don't worry: I can take it."

"O-okay..." The elf clenched a fist and pulled it back, but Kyran held a hand up.

"Woah, hold it. I'm seeing an issue already. Give me your fist." Kyran paused her. He took her hand and took on a stern tone. "Never clench a fist around your thumb. The impact will go right into your thumb and likely break it." He spoke as he moved her thumb to the right position. "Only giants can get away with clenching fists like that because their bones are so strong."

Ilyse nodded and murmured a thank you. She drew her fist back and landed a blow directly on Kyran's torso. She seemed shocked by the wolf's lack of reaction to the punch. She landed another, then another, and in a few seconds she was pummeling his torso with many strikes. But there was almost no power behind them.

Kyran held up a hand and the elf stopped instantly. "Ilyse, tell me: what the purpose of a fight? You're in there giving everything you've got, and what is it you're actually trying to do?"

The elf gave this some thought before answering. "To...knock my opponent out?"

The wolf answered bluntly. "Wrong."

"Umm...to put them in a lot of pain?" She guessed.

Kyran smiled and crossed his arms, stroking his chin fur. "Your first answer was closer. The idea of a fight is merely to be the last one standing. That's all the goal is. So, don't be scared to fight dirty if you find yourself losing. There's no room for rules or codes of honour when your life is on the line. Now, before you attack again, take a moment to think about where you should attack me."

The elf paused for a second or two, looking him up and down to find her target. After deciding, she nodded once. Kyran closed his eyes and held out a hand to her before closing his fist twice. After a second of pause, he heard a brief running startup, a rush of wind as Ilyse swung her fist, followed by an immense pain in his crotch that forced his eyes open.

Doubled over and with tears in his eyes, he gave a painful thumbs up to the elf using the hand not gripping his sack. "Very...good... Ow..." his strained voice cracked slightly as he spoke. It took quite a few seconds for the pain to subside.

Ilyse looked a bit worried. "Are...are you okay?"

"Yeah, but I think that's enough to warrant a food break." Kyran told her, struggling to stand up straight again. She hit a lot harder than he expected. "I've already brought some, so no worries there."

He walked to a spot some feet away and picked up a medium-sized sack. Inside was a selection of fruits he'd hastily bought at the Bluegrass market. Apples, carrots, oranges, a melon and...a potato? How had he ended up buying that? Shaking the thought from his head, he opened the bag between the two of them and took out an apple. After a thank you from Ilyse, the two sat down and began eating. Kyran wasn't usually much of a fruit eater, but he'd skipped his breakfast to get here early so now he was ravenous.

Kyran heard a tiny fluttering of wings and something rapidly brushed his ear. "Well now, I thought you were training her to fight, not stuffing your faces and sneaking glances at her. Not that I'm blaming you." A familiar sing-song voice teased.

"Hello Devany." Kyran answered, without turning his head. "You know it tickles when you fly that close, right?"

Devany pouted and put on an mock-innocent voice "Aw, you're telling me you don't like it?"

"There are a lot of things I find sexy." Kyran chuckled, raising his hand to take another bite. "Tickling isn't one of them."

"Kyran, there's something I've been meaning to ask for a while." Ilyse told him suddenly. He nodded as his mouth was full. The elf continued: "Why is it you fight? From how it looks to me, you just fight just for the sake of it."

Kyran thought about his answer as he chewed. In truth, nobody had asked him that question before. He swallowed. "Do you want to know why I fight or why I adventure so much?"

"Both." Ilyse answered, after a pause.

"Well, when I was growing up in Oglapis, a lot of adventurers would come through and tell stories. I tried to settle in the village but my heart yearned to explore the world. So I began training to fight once I was able to. I didn't get much choice in the matter once I was exiled." Kyran shrugged.

The elf's eyes went wide. "Exiled? What happened?"

The wolf's voice took on a slightly bitter tone. "It was during a heat season, and one of the village elders decided that a young traveler was particularly ravishing. He forced himself on her." Kyran swallowed the lump in his throat and continued. "Ending a life is one thing, but ruining one? Destroying it? Making it almost unworth living? I snapped; I couldn't save her, but I could ensure it didn't happen to anyone else. I beat him to a bloody pulp before unsheathing my claws, grabbing his neck and ripping his throat out. The other elders tried to convince me that what I did was wrong, but I wasn't hearing it. I left before they could decide my fate."

"Oh...I..." Ilyse was lost for words. "If I brought up any bad memories-"

"You didn't." Kyran reassured her, then his own voice took on a curious tone. "But what about you? You just told me you needed training. You never said what for."

Ilyse turned a little red, and her face became dark-just for a moment or two. "I...My home city of Luxas was destroyed by evil forces. A dark sorceress. I...want to get revenge on her. For my people, for my family...for the sake of knowing it won't happen again."

Devany interjected. "So you both know what it's like to take revenge for someone else and you're both perverts. You're more alike than you'd think at a first glance." Kyran noticed Ilyse blush slightly at the word "perverts" but said nothing.

Kyran noticed that most of the morning had passed as they chatted. He bolted the rest of his food and jumped to his feet once Ilyse had finished her share.

"Okay, this has taken longer than I thought, so let's speed up the training." Kyran told her. "You just start throwing punches-preferably not at my sack-and I'll point out any flaws you have. I'll also counterattack at some points, so be ready to block or dodge them." Ilyse nodded and they began.

As the hours passed, Ilyse began slowly but surely improving her technique. Whereas her stance before was shaky at best, she could now take a good punch and stay standing. Kyran also noticed how quickly her footwork was improving-how quickly she could strafe from side to side. Her main issue was still her lack of physical strength, but Kyran found a way around that by showing her how to channel Ki energy into her fists like him.

Kyran found himself prideful at how quickly Ilyse had advanced. Not in himself, but in her. Whereas before she couldn't seem to get started at all, now she seemed to be getting better with every strike. Normally, training like this took weeks to make real progress, but Ilyse had taken to it like a white wolf to snow. As the sun touched the tip of Mount Yomfall, Kyran held up a hand again.

"Okay, that should be enough for today. If nothing else, you should know how to counter someone coming straight at-AAH!" Kyran leapt at Ilyse, fist pulled back, but the elf raised her arm just in time to block his blow. He aimed a punch at her stomach but Ilyse caught his fist and kicked the side of his leg, forcing him to one knee while twisting his arm. He back-flipped and maneuvered behind Ilyse, wrapping an arm lightly around her neck in a harmless choke hold. "Ah...not bad. You could almost take on a cave full of bandits." he commented as she struggled.

He took note of how Ilyse's curvy ass pressed tightly against his crotch. It felt strangely similar to Ellie's, but without the extra fur. He could feel the excitement getting to him, his meat already beginning to unsheathe. This didn't go unnoticed by the elf, who ceased attempting to wriggle free from his light grip.

"Kyran...is that..." Ilyse stammered.

"Why yes, yes it is." The wolf pressed his growing cock harder between the elf's asscheeks for a second before releasing her.

The elf's eyes instantly darted down to his member for a second. "K-Kyran, I ho-hope you're not thinking of..."

"Why? Not in the mood for love?" The wolf asked half-jokingly.

The elf blushed a little. "I do-don't..." but her voice trailed off.

"Ilyse, you told him you'd do anything for good training." Devany smirked, winking at Kyran. The wolf got the message. "It's certainly been good training, and he even gave you food."

"This wasn't what I meant when I-!" Ilyse cut herself off, abashed. "Why do so many people want lewd things from me?!"

Kyran simply answered "Because you're an exceptionally beautiful elf." He took note of how much more flustered Ilyse's cheeks got at his words. "And since you've been unable to keep your eyes off my crotch since I stripped off, I can only draw the conclusion that you want this too."

"N-NO!" Ilyse answered, but her tone of voice betrayed her. Even her eyes flicked downwards again.
 "Didn't you say you hated rapists?"

"That I do." Kyran answered "But the difference between sex and rape is one word. A 'Y' word that your body is practically screaming."

"W-What do you m-mean?" Ilyse answered.

"My sense of smell rivals a pure-blood wolf's, and all I'm getting right now is the excited aroma of a wet pussy." Kyran smiled smugly.

"Tha-that's Devany!" But Ilyse pressed her legs together tightly as she said it.

"Liar, liar, pussy's on fire!" Devany sang, laughing at the elf's blush.

Kyran added. "Ilyse, aren't you even curious? Just a little bit?"

"Well...I..." Her eyes moved down again, and this time they stayed looking as his member "I am...kind of...curious..." her voice was tiny, in heavy contrast to Devany's laughter.

Kyran smirked. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Unlike you." the fairy giggled, looking at his knot with a face he'd seen before.

Kyran laughed at her hungry expression. "You've had it once, you pervert. Don't push your luck."

"She has? When?" Ilyse's eyebrows raised.

"When your back was turned." Devany answered, smiling mischievously before turning to the wolf. "But to the point: Ilyse wants it, and you want it. What are you waiting for?"

"You have no sense of drama, do you?" Kyran chuckled. "Besides, I'd never do it unless Ilyse gave me permission to." he turned to the elf, who seemed a little relieved.

"I... you have..." She blushed a little and her eyes drifted to his member again. Her next words seemed ripped from her by her carnal desire: "Oh, p-please just d-do it. Don't m-m-make me wait." Almost expectantly, she lay down on the ground and spread her legs, but looked away, still ashamed of her transparent lewdness. She seemed to have realized that she couldn't hide her lust from Kyran.

The wolf obliged her: he placed himself between her legs and began rubbing his meat against her slit. As he did so, he gripped one of her breasts, teasing the inverted nipple with his thumb. (He would have liked to do so for both breasts, but he'd likely fall on top of her.) He bent over her and the tip of his cock was pushed inside her cunny. The two looked into each other's eyes and she gulped before giving a single nod.

Kyran teased Ilyse's bead as he slowly pushed into her. Her eyes were shut tightly to block out the pain of his cock entering her. "Uh...so tight..." Kyran muttered, teeth gritted. He'd never had this much trouble pushing into anyone before. Just how long had it been for the elf? He gave a final thrust and the elf's eyes were forced open with the spike of pain and pleasure.

"P-please...go sl-slowly..." the elf whispered. In truth, Kyran didn't think he could go fast if he wanted to. Despite Ilyse's wetness at the penetration, it was difficult to push into her with any measure of haste.

The wolf pulled back to his tip before pushing back in with a more measured force than he would employ normally. He repeated the action. And again. He felt the elf's tightness loosen up a little with every push. Ilyse's hands, placed on his back, tightened with every push, her fingers digging in.

"Careful. You keep gripping me like that and you'll break a nail." he joked. The elf gave a small chuckle that turned into a moan as he entered her again. This time, Kyran felt Ilyse's legs wrap around his waist as he drilled into her. "See? You enjoy this as much as me." he smirked and gently licked her cheek.

"So...big...ah..." Ilyse panted.

Kyran continued his slow, deep rhythm. In truth, he found going fast to be impersonal. This way, he could experience so much more of Ilyse: her long moans as he pushed inside, her heavy breathing and quick heartbeat as he pulled back, the smell of her sweat and pussy juices, and the feeling of her warm, plump breast as he played with the nipple. This was so much more intimate than simply pushing inside as fast as he could.

Ilyse kept her eyes locked on Kyran's as he pushed in an out of her. It was as if she could stare into his sapphires as long as he could stare into her emeralds. Maybe longer. The wolf got the strange feeling that this was more than just sex to her. That she had a reason for doing this. What more from him could she want? Maybe a-

His train of thought was interrupted by a familiar feeling of building pressure. With every thrust, he slowly felt himself reaching the end of his tether. As the wolf hit his peak, he stammered out "I-Ilyse, I'm cl-close."

In answer, the elf wrapped her legs around him tighter, forcing his knot fully inside her as it rapidly grew. The whiteness blanketed Kyran's vision as he hit his climax. Three large spurts of cum shot inside Ilyse's tightness, and he faintly felt her legs wrap around him even tighter, as if welcoming the entry of his cum. The thought only widened his grin.

The wolf's strength was gone, but he somehow stopped himself from falling onto Ilyse. As his knot deflated, he was able to pull out and roll to the side of her. His breath came in pants and he felt Ilyse's head on his chest. He imagined it was a little bit like a pillow, but not as soft.

Kyran just grinned and rested his head back as he asked "So, same time tomorrow?"

He faintly heard the elf sigh "You pervert." and smiled as he drifted off to sleep.