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Kat Tales
Gray Mouser
BKB
the.gray.mouser@f750.n154.z1.fidonet.org
Chapter 5
Kat silently made his way through the forest back to where he had left
Rialle, his thoughts still puzzling over his new-found love for her. His
mind drifted back to Christine, his ex-wife, and their long courtship. "It
took almost a year for me to realize I was in love with her," Kat mumbled
to himself. "How could I do the same with Rialle in less than an hour?"
Recalling the pain of their divorce, he added, "And why in hell would I
want to risk *that* again?" He shook his head and quickened his pace, eager
to get back to Rialle and hopefully some answers.
As he approached the forest edge he could hear some sort of activity
ahead. His heart raced and his muscles tensed as he prepared for possible
trouble, but suddenly he heard Rialle's soft moaning punctuated with quick
gasps. "Now what?" he puzzled as he reached the clearing and peered out
towards the tree where Rialle still lay.
His eyes bulged as he caught sight of her. She was still naked and
laying on her back with her long legs spread wide. Her right hand slowly
rubbed across her pussy as her left squeezed her full breasts. Kat's cock
quickly grew to full length and slapped hard against his belly as he
watched her intently. She moaned loudly and threw her head back as she
reached both hands to her dripping slit and stroked it vigorously, her
abundant wetness coating her busy hands as she caressed herself. Lifting
one hand to her lips she slowly sucked her juices from her nimble fingers
then quickly returned it to her steaming hole. With one hand she spread her
lips and massaged her engorged clit as she plunged two fingers into her
sopping pussy. Her body thrashed about wildly and she cried out in ecstasy
as she climaxed, then she relaxed with a satisfied moan and her arms
dropped limp to her sides. Kat grinned wickedly and silently padded across
the field to her. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, he extended his
tongue and ran it quickly up through the velvety folds of her cunt.
Rialle's head popped up off the ground and her eyes flew open in
surprise. She instantly made a fist and swung viciously at Kat's head. He
jumped up off the ground, evading her blow and vaulting high over her. He
landed in a low crouch on the ground past her head and swiftly turned
around to face her. Snarling, she rolled over quickly and leaped forward,
crashing into his chest and knocking him backwards onto the ground. She sat
upon his chest and made to strike him again but Kat recovered from his
surprise and quickly snared her hands.
"Whoa!" he cried. "Take it easy, love. It's me!"
She stared at him for a moment, then growled angrily. "Don't do that!"
she cried down at him, then her frown melted into a smile as she gave a
small nervous laugh and breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry I scared you," he apologized. "I just wasn't sure how to
make an entrance, considering what I saw."
Rialle blushed a deep red. "You saw me?" she asked timidly.
Kat nodded and smiled warmly. "Possibly the most beautiful thing I've
ever seen," he whispered. "But really dear, wasn't I enough for you?" he
joked.
Her frown returned and she started to stand but Kat pulled her back
down and kissed her lips firmly. She struggled briefly then returned the
kiss passionately. Kat released his hold on her and murmured, "I'm sorry,
Rialle. I shouldn't tease you."
"You definitely should not," she agreed quietly, "especially since it
was thoughts of you that brought me to such a state."
Kat arched an eyebrow and looked back at her questioningly. "Thoughts
of me?" he asked. "Please continue," he added quickly.
Rialle shrugged and replied, "After you left so abruptly," Kat bowed
his head guiltily, "I was just sitting here thinking of you and I was
suddenly overwhelmed with feelings I've never had before. I recalled how
you had so fully pleasured me and I wanted more, much more. Not sure when
you would return, I..."
"And that's where I came in," Kat interjected, smiling fondly.
Rialle blushed again and nodded shyly. Kat pulled her to himself and
kissed her again tenderly. Peering deep into her violet eyes he murmured,
"I too have been affected deeply by you. I cannot begin to explain but I am
convinced that somehow..." He squeezed his eyes shut and a single tear
rolled down his cheek. "I am in love with you." Opening his eyes he saw her
staring back at him, an amused look painted across her face. "What?" he
asked gently.
Rialle didn't answer right away. Examining his puzzled face, she
slowly stroked her fingers across his tensed jaw. Her fingers traced across
his lips and her heavenly aroma rose from her hand to his flared nostrils.
He sniffed deeply and momentarily held the sacred scent within him, then
exhaled with a deep sigh. She grinned slightly and rubbed her soaked pussy
over his stiff prick. "So the one beneath me is a man after all," she
purred.
Kat nudged his cock forward until it rested firmly against her tight
opening. "Exactly what had you expected?" he asked with a small grin.
"Until now I had no real proof," she breathed. "First you rescue me,
slaying four men without receiving so much as a scratch. Then you withstand
my attacks, both magical and sexual. You make passionate love to me and
then run off into the woods like a scared rabbit. When you return, you're
suddenly in love with me and I with you." Tracing her finger teasingly
across his chest, she cocked her head and asked, "So tell me, Kat. Exactly
who or what are you?"
Kat sat up and hugged her tightly. Releasing her and sitting her next
to him, he reached for their clothes. "Let's dress. This may take a while
and I'd prefer not to be caught naked again."
"Agreed," Rialle nodded as she pulled on her smock. She pulled its
ripped front closed and Kat cast a spell over it. The cloth mended
immediately and she laughed and shook her head slowly. "You had a story to
tell, magician?" she asked impatiently.
His story poured forth, from his recruitment and training until his
race across the field to save Rialle. He carefully omitted his true name
and any reference to his 'other' life, along with the identity of his
mentor. Wide- eyed she drank in his tale, regarding the man before her with
increasing awe. "So here I am," he said upon finishing, spreading his arms
wide. "A simple man thrust into an insane situation, wielding magicks I
shouldn't be able to, loving incredible women at every turn, and possessing
an awesome power that's supposedly a natural part of me. All with the final
objective of saving this world from a power-mad wizard." He laughed at her
amazed look and asked lightly, "So, anything else you'd like to know?"
"How can we be in love?" she asked softly.
"Still bothered by that, hmm?" he asked, grinning. "Rest easy, dear.
It's probably that infernal power within me. It's already melded my
thoughts into the sprite mind-link. Perhaps its bonded me to you as well."
"Perhaps," Rialle replied. "But why? Why would it suddenly tell you
that you love me, and further, why would it thrust the same feelings upon
me?"
Kat shrugged. "I've no idea. Perhaps I'll figure it out once you tell
me your story." She arched an eyebrow at him and he laughed heartily. "It's
only fair, love" he chuckled. He stood and offered his hand to her. She
took it readily and stood up. "You can tell me as we walk. You were heading
south, correct?" he asked.
She nodded, belting on her sword and clipping on her bandolier of
throwing knives. Kat kissed her quickly and pulled her towards the road.
"Then we're off!" he cried as they strode quickly across the field
together.
* * *
"I was born Kintarialle Veldek, only child of a simple couple living
in the western town of Teroh. Father was a weaponsmith, mother a
seamstress. Life was good for the most part. I helped my mother in her work
when I was young and moved into the smithy to help father when I was old
enough. My father was a highly regarded weapons maker, crafting blades of
incredible sharpness and durability. His throwing knives," she touched her
bandolier of knives, "were precisely balanced and wickedly accurate. His
craft was legendary all across the western provinces. As I grew older I
took an interest in swordplay and through practice I mastered the use of
his weapons, sparring on occasion with the men of the town.
About three weeks ago, a man entered my father's shop. He was a beast,
that one, huge and very evil-looking. He had heard of my father's work and
demanded that he make a sword for him. My father complied, working
throughout the day and night to finish it. Upon completion the next day the
huge man returned to town accompanied by nearly a full battalion of men. He
entered the smithy followed by six of them and demanded his sword. Father
handed it to him and requested payment. The huge man smiled cruelly and
said, 'Of course,' then he swung the new sword over his head and brought it
down upon my father's head, cleaving it in half. He motioned to his men and
they quickly slaughtered my mother. I picked up a sword to defend myself
but there were too many of them and I was quickly subdued. The huge man
laughed as I struggled against the men holding me down, then he looked over
my father's corpse. He ran his hand through the rift in father's head,
coating his fingers with blood. Almost ritualistically he raised his hand
to his armored chest and smeared the blood across it, then he turned and
walked through the door. He instructed the men outside to kill everyone in
town and burn every structure, then he glanced back inside at me and said
slowly and deliberately, 'Kill her, after you are done with her.' Then he
laughed again and left.
Instantly my clothes were torn from my body and every inch of me was
poked and prodded by the men's filthy members. Cocks were brutally forced
into every hole at once and my body was roughly fondled by their vicious
hands. I forced my eyes closed and prayed, my mind whirling about me. I
heard the screams outside of the townspeople being slaughtered and I cried
in agony. I knew I was to die with them, but not before I suffered this
humiliation fully. Intense fury blazed inside me as I wished a thousand
horrors inflicted upon my torturers. Suddenly a calm spread across my mind
and a sweet feminine voice called out, 'It is so.' My eyes popped open and
I saw the faces of the men surrounding me, their eyes suddenly wide and
fearful. As one they were dragged by an unseen force to the far end of the
room. I sat up and grabbed my ripped clothes, quickly covering myself but
never removing my gaze from the horrified men. A small *swish* sounded and
suddenly the penises of all the gathered men exploded in a crimson shower.
They screamed in agony and dropped to the floor, clutching their bloody
groins and howling in pain as one by one they died.
As the last scream faded a bright light flashed beside me. I wheeled
around and saw a beautiful lady standing next to me clad in gleaming chain
mail armor and holding a bloodied long sword. She smiled as she looked down
at me and she asked, 'Do you know me, child?' 'I do not, milady,' I
replied. 'I am Kel, goddess of the Warrior Maidens. I have heard your
prayers and have answered them thus,' she said, pointing her sword at the
men's corpses. I threw myself at her feet and burst into tears. She reached
down to me and helped me to stand. Handing me her sword she said, 'Take
this. It will help you on your way.' 'Milady?' I asked. 'East, child, to
Behlar, then south along the merchant's road. East at the fork to the
Shrine of the Warrior Maidens. They shall help you.' She kissed my
trembling lips firmly and the horrors of the rape were wiped from my mind.
The memory remained, but without the pain. That was replaced by the
knowledge of the powers Kel had granted me. She released me and bade me,
'Farewell, Rialle,' disappearing in a bright flash. I dressed quickly and
found a silver chain fastened around my neck with a charm bearing the seal
of Kel. The din outside had died down, the attacking horde leaving with a
thunder of hoofbeats. I gathered some supplies and a belt of my father's
finest throwing knives and walked out the door. All around me I saw the
ruined town, it's buildings burned to the ground and the streets littered
with corpses. I swore a great oath to Kel that day that I would avenge the
deaths of my parents and my town, then I set out for the Shrine. And today
I met you."
Kat nodded and thought over her tale. "A terrible story," he remarked.
Suddenly he stopped walking and held Rialle's arm to stop her as well.
"This huge man," he asked. "He was clad in plate armor the color of dried
blood?"
Rialle nodded.
"All this occurred three weeks ago?" Kat continued excitedly.
Once again Rialle nodded, inquiring, "What are you thinking?"
"Please, dear. One more question," Kat implored. "Think back to
growing up and then living in Teroh. Did you ever feel that you were
destined for much greater things, that you were more than what you were?"
"Sometimes," Rialle stammered, "but that was just daydreaming."
"No!" Kat cried. "You *are* destined for a greater purpose, as am I!"
"But how do you know that?" Rialle asked.
"Rialle, have you ever heard of one named 'Shalka'?" Kat asked. "Or
'Jar'nell'?"
"Jar'nell is a wizard, I've heard," she replied. "He's the one who's
been attacking the southern towns. Shalka is a children's fable, a
sorceress who travels between worlds or something."
"Or something," Kat laughed. "She's no fable, she's real! Shalka is
the one who brought me here to destroy Jar'nell - exactly three weeks ago."
Rialle shrugged and offered, "A coincidence?" "I don't think so," Kat
answered. "I too was convinced that I was more than I seemed and I was
attacked, almost killed, by a huge man in blackened armor, Gor by name."
Upon hearing his name, Rialle gritted her teeth. "Gor," she growled.
"I remember hearing that name shouted outside as I was raped. He's the one
responsible?"
Kat shook his head. "No, Jar'nell is the true threat. It may please
you to know, however, that I think I may have killed Gor."
Rialle's eyes widened. "How? And when?"
"Right before he would have killed me, about a week ago. A blast of
power shot from me and hit Gor in the face. I'm not sure if he still lives
or not, but I know I hit him," Kat grinned.
"Good to hear, but I won't be satisfied until I know for sure," she
grumbled. "Now then, why isn't your Shalka here with you to help fight
Jar'nell?"
The smile melted from Kat's face. He bowed his head and muttered,
"She's dead. She was killed by Jar'nell and now it's my job to avenge her
death. Then I might return home."
"You never did say where you were from," Rialle pondered.
"No, I didn't," Kat said flatly, "and I cannot, even to a kindred soul
such as yourself."
"Why not?" she asked.
"Shalka warned me not to when I first arrived here. I can never reveal
my true origin to anyone, lest it somehow be used against me."
Rialle frowned. "I could never harm you, Kat."
"Regardless, I...," he started, then he grabbed Rialle's shoulders and
forced her to the ground roughly as he fell with her. Instantly the air
they had just vacated was pierced by several arrows, winging in from the
forest nearby. Kat grabbed Rialle and held her close as he rolled them off
the road and into a shallow ditch as several more arrows hit the ground
behind them.
"Who was that?" she said in a hushed voice.
"More of Jar'nell's men. At least four of them, hiding in the woods,"
Kat growled.
"Did you see them?" she asked.
"Didn't need to," Kat smiled as he showed her his pack, four feathered
shafts protruding from it. "I caught the scatter of sunlight off an
arrowhead and thought it might be wise to take cover."
"Now what do we do?" she asked him.
"Game on!" he grinned. He cast a spell and slowly his body faded from
Rialle's sight until he was totally invisible. "Stay here," she heard his
voice command. "I'll be right back." She heard him stand and walk away from
her, then all was silent except for the sounds of the birds in the trees
twittering gaily. For ten slow heartbeats the silence was unbroken, then
the air was filled with loud screams of anguish. Then the silence returned.
"Kat?" Rialle whispered. Receiving no reply she called out louder,
"Kat?" Growing concerned, she raised her head slightly and peeked out over
the road. "Kat?" she cried out. Across the road a branch moved without
cause and a shimmering form approached her. As it got closer and closer it
rapidly solidified back into Kat. Crying out in joy, Rialle leaped to her
feet and ran across the road to him. He extended his arms wide to greet her
and shouted, "Miss me?" Rialle stopped dead in her tracks and quickly
snatched a dagger from her bandolier, casting it straight at Kat. He threw
himself to the ground and it passed over him, followed by a sharp cry from
behind. Kat flipped over and saw a man up in the trees clawing at the
dagger now sunk deep in his chest. Pitching forward he fell to the ground
with a loud thud. Kat quickly scanned the forest for anyone else he might
have missed and finding no one, he stood and dusted himself off. Turning
around again he was greeted by Rialle's smiling face.
"Very careless," she said, shaking her head in mock disapproval.
"I agree," he replied. "You should have stayed where I left you until
I said it was safe to come out."
"What?!" she cried in outrage. She leaped at him with all her strength
and knocked him flat, pinning him to ground. She grabbed his shirt and
shook him, shouting, "Why you crazy...!" and she started to ruthlessly
tickle him. Kat roared in laughter and struggled to get free but Rialle
held him down and continued tickling him.
"Alright! I give up!" Kat screamed, tears rolling down his face. She
stopped and kissed him hard. He broke away and gasped for air, still
laughing and twitching madly.
"I guess you've been adequately punished," she laughed as she stood
up, reaching her hand down to help Kat up. He was still laughing and
rubbing the tears from his face with the back of his hand. Opening his
eyes, he grasped her hand and stood up, then pulled her close and kissed
her lips tenderly.
"Thank you for saving me, my love," he purred. She nuzzled his neck
and whispered, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Indeed I am," he agreed, planting a wet kiss behind her ear. She
shivered slightly then shrieked as he scooped her off the ground and
carried her past the ditch they had shared to a grassy patch under some
nearby trees. Kat laid her gently upon the soft ground and cast a spell.
The ground between them and the road swelled upwards, forming a small hill.
"To partially hide us," he explained. Rialle jerked a thumb towards the
woods on the opposite side and asked, "And what about there?"
Kat's face broke into a wide smile as he was struck by an idea. "Close
your eyes," he whispered as he began to swiftly undress her. She frowned
slightly but did as he asked. When she was completely naked she felt his
outspread hand on her stomach and heard him mumble a spell. She asked, "Can
I open them now?"
"Not yet," came the reply. She heard him remove his own clothes and
murmur another spell. Intrigued, she peeked through one eye but Kat was no
longer there before her. Her eyes popped open and she called out, "Where
are you?"
A voice directly in front of her chuckled and asked in return, "Where
am I? You might care to ask where are you!"
Confused, Rialle looked down at herself and gasped. Instead of seeing
her naked chest, she saw the matted grass beneath her. Her hands flew to
her stomach and she felt her soft skin, but she could no longer see it.
"Damn you, Kat! What have you done?" she demanded.
"Hidden us from prying eyes, as you requested," he replied simply. She
felt his hand stroke across her belly then upwards until it cupped her
breast. She moaned slightly as he gently pinched her nipple, then asked,
"But how can we...?"
"By touch, of course," he interrupted as his head lowered to her chest
and rested against her. His tongue flicked out and ran across the side of
her nipple, then his head raised and his lips surrounded it. He sucked it
passionately and her moaning increased. She ran her hands through his hair
as he ministered to her breast. Suddenly she grasped his shoulders firmly
and flipped him onto his back. She jumped on top of him and tried to kiss
him, but she missed his mouth and kissed him hard upon his nose.
"Yeow!" Kat cried as she pulled back.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked in embarrassment.
"Rialle, dearest," he asked, rubbing his battered nose, "why must you
keep tackling me? And now try to break my nose?"
"I *like* tackling you, silly one," she laughed. "As for your nose,
serves you right. I'm not the one who made us invisible." Tracing her
fingers across his hairy chest, she cooed, "I bet I can find something else
without difficulty." She spun about on his chest and grasped his throbbing
cock firmly, as if her hand was drawn straight to it. Instantly she plunged
it into her mouth and took his length deep into her throat. Kat gasped in
shock and sudden pleasure as she rapidly pumped her mouth up and down his
thick shaft.
His hands found her arse cheeks and spread them gently. He stuck out
his tongue until it rested between her pouting pussy lips then trailed it
downward, finding her erect clit and rubbing it with small circular
strokes. Rialle moaned around his prick, sending waves of pleasure through
Kat's sex. Her juices flowed down her thighs as he licked her, dripping
onto Kat's face and rolling down his cheeks. She found his sac with her
hands and pet it carefully, then she buried his stiff prick in her mouth
and sucked it hard, running her tongue over his shaft. Her nimble fingers
trailed down his balls to his anus and she tickled it gently with her
pinky. Kat bellowed and his cock erupted in Rialle's throat, sending his
first jet of sperm straight into her stomach. She pulled back off him until
just the head was inside her mouth then pursed her lips around it firmly.
His steaming load continued to gush forth and Rialle swallowed rapidly, not
missing a drop. Kat thrashed his tongue wildly upon her creaming pussy and
Rialle moaned loudly around Kat's twitching member. Still busily gulping
his load she came with a loud groan, thrusting her pinky into Kat's
puckered hole. Kat's head popped up off the ground and his face ground hard
into her pussy. His head dropped back to the ground and he whimpered,
"Enough! Please!"
Rialle slowly and carefully lowered her mouth over Kat's penis, still
rock-hard despite his orgasm. She hit bottom, nudging his balls with her
nose and nuzzling them playfully. Applying the slightest suction she rose
back up until his cock popped out of her mouth. She removed her finger from
his anus and ran her fingernails gently up his hard member, remarking,
"Amazing what that does to a man, hmmm?"
Kat let out a long groan and replied "Amazing what *you* do to a man!
You've had a touch of prior experience, yes?"
Rialle gently kissed the tip of his steely member and tickled it
lightly with the tip of her tongue. "Just a touch," she giggled. She spun
around atop Kat and kissed his lips, snaking her tongue into his mouth and
wrapping it around his own. She raised her head and reached her hand down,
gripping his cock. "C'mere you," she said seductively, pulling him to her
juicy slit. She rubbed his member over her wetness, coating it with her
ample juices. She ran the tip firmly over her clit in small circles and
shuddered as she was rocked by another orgasm, then she quickly placed it
against her tight opening and pushed herself backwards. It met with slight
resistance but soon slipped inside and buried itself in her to the hilt.
Rialle gasped, drawing a sharp breath. Kat moaned as her warmth surrounded
his rod and he started to pump his hips upward, but Rialle grabbed two
handfuls of his chest hair and pushed him down firmly. "No!" she cried.
"Wait until I'm used to it!"
"Used to it?" he replied in confusion. "But..."
"Just give me a second, you," she asked in a loving but concerned
tone.
Bewildered, he reached his hand down to stroke her clit. Instead of
finding himself embedded there, however, his fingers slipped into her
sopping pussy unimpeded. She shrieked slightly then moaned in delight, "Oh,
you wonderful man!" as she began to slowly rise and fall on his throbbing
meat.
"Rialle, I...," Kat stuttered helplessly.
She slowed her pumping and reached for his face. She found it and
stroked his cheek gently. "What's wrong, my love?" she asked.
Kat gasped as she clenched her buttocks around his cock and he
stammered, "It's just... I've never..." He reached his hand upwards and
tapped her stuffed anus with his finger.
Rialle burst into gales of laughter. "You've never done it like this
before?" she guffawed. "Oh Kat, you crazy *adorable* man!" She rose up his
prick slowly and then just as slowly sank back down onto it. She squeezed
his cock forcefully with her anus and he whimpered softly. Falling onto
him, she covered his face and neck with hot wet kisses. "Oh Kat!" she
cried. "I do love you!" She resumed her pumping on him, rising and falling
with long rapid strokes. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he buried two
fingers into her pussy, sending her into an orgasmic frenzy. His cock
pounded deep into her buttery arse and she whimpered into his ear. Kat
groaned loudly and his prick erupted within her, coating her tunnel with
his creamy load. Rialle screamed in ecstasy as he came inside her, falling
hard against his chest. Kat wrapped his arms around her and hugged her
tight as his prick twitched a final time.
"The power be damned," he whispered in her ear. "I love you, Rialle."
She purred gently against his chest and suddenly his mind was filled with a
flurry of images - a burned-out town, Jar'nell laughing, an odd wooden
framework, a pair of smoldering boots. Finally, he saw Shalka's face in his
mind, as he had seen her right before she died. Every detail was crystal
clear - her slight grin, her twinkling green eyes winking at him, a lock of
blonde hair cascading across her forehead. "Wait," he thought. "Blonde
hair?" He pondered it for a moment then sat up, throwing Rialle off his
chest, much to her surprise.
"Hey!" she cried as she hit the ground beside him. "What's the
matter?"
Kat made no response but raised his hand and snapped his fingers with
a loud *crack*. Both he and Rialle instantly became visible, along with
their carefully piled clothes. Kat quickly grabbed his and started
dressing. Rialle grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to face her.
"Kat!" she shouted. "What's wrong?"
He stared at her, a wild expression on his face. A low growl escaped
his lips and his eyes crackled with raw power. Rialle gasped as he seemed
to look right through her, then the angry light in his eyes faded and his
trance lifted. He shook his head violently and looked at her, reading the
fear in her face. Forcing a thin smile, he said, "I'm alright, dear. I was
beset by another vision."
"Thank Kel!" Rialle sighed in relief. "What did you see?"
"Another confusing jumble of images," Kat said, shaking his head. "I
saw Jar'nell again, along with a couple objects I didn't recognize and a
destroyed town."
"And something else?" Rialle asked, carefully studying his face.
"Very observant," Kat answered with a humourless smile. "I saw Shalka,
just before she died. One detail stood out, though - a lock of blonde hair.
But she was in her natural form. How could that lock be blonde?" he asked
himself. He shook his head slowly as he pondered his question, but then
suddenly looked up as if struck by a thought. "You!" he whispered at
Rialle. "You were the girl I saw in my first vision!"
"What?" Rialle asked.
"The first time this happened to me, right before Shalka died. I had a
vision of several different people, and you were one of them! I saw you in
your younger form. These visions must be brief flashes of the future."
Seeing the confusion in his face, Rialle pulled Kat to her and held him
tight. His strong body trembled against her and she stroked his hair to
calm him.
"Easy, love," she said in soothing tones.
"No!" Kat shouted suddenly, breaking from her grasp and bolting
upright. "I pondered my last vision for too long and it cost me Shalka. I
shall not lose you the same way!" He reached down and grabbed Rialle's
clothes, tossing them to her and commanding, "Dress quickly! I'll stand
watch." Turning toward the road and bounding over the small hill he created
he shouted, "Hurry!"
Rialle dressed swiftly, watching Kat nervously pace along the
roadside. Casting glances up and down the road, he made to draw his sword a
half-dozen times but never actually pulled it from its sheath. She finished
dressing and belted on her weapons as she ran to retrieve her dagger from
the man she had killed. Cleaning and sheathing it quickly she ran back to
Kat's side. He eyed her quickly and nodded once in approval, then took off
down the road with long strides.
She scrambled to keep pace with him and mumbled, "I enjoyed our time
back there, Kat."
His sensitive ears pricked up and he stopped, turning to face her.
Caressing her cheek with his hand he whispered, "I too enjoyed it greatly,
my love." His face hardened and he continued, "I know now that I do love
you, but unfortunately I've no time to contemplate it. Now is the time for
action!" he cried, grasping her hand and pulling her along down the road.
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"Kat Tales, Chapter 5"
Kat Tales is copyright (c) 1995 BKB. This story may be freely
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