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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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The Journey of Ravan (Mdom-F, fantasy)
By Kat's Master
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Ravan savored the sickening sound of his blade sliding into the
creature's stomach, watching the monstrous ogre writhe in pain. The
ogre's apish limbs fell to its sides, letting its own crudely forged
sword clatter to the ground. Ravan placed his foot on the ogre's
crotch, kicking the dying hulk to the ground. The sweat of the battle
stuck to Ravan's skin and hair. The ogre fell to the ground, its
foul, red-black blood spilling into the ground. Ravan lifted his sword
above his head, and in one motion struck the beast's head off, leaving
no chance for survival.
Ravan fell to the ground, breathing heavily. The creature had
given quite a fight. Ravan looked at the decapitated head of his opponent,
the very monster that had so recently been raiding the local villages,
taking food, murdering children, raping women. Ravan gazed into its
twisted leer in disgust.
"Ogres..." he said to himself, staring into its sickly mottled
skin. Tossing the cranium away, he stepped over the beast's body and
into its cave. Hell Fungus lit the walls, filling the room with an
eerie green light. Ravan kept his blade drawn, walking deeper into the
cavern. Eventually he came across a straw bed, and a mound of sacks and
loose coinage.
"Disgusting." He said, absent-mindedly cleaving the bed in half
with his tempered blade. Slicing one sack open, he found a mass of
chickens, their heads twisted 180 degrees backwards. The next sack held
tools, weapons, and other objects the hulking brute had stolen. Ravan
was nearly to the third sack when a ratty blanket rustled next to him.
A low whimper came from the blanket, enticing Ravan to move the cloth
away with his sword.
Slowly, Ravan uncovered the huddled form. It was a woman, young
and beautiful, lying huddled in a fetal position. Her hands and feet
were shackled, and her neck was adorned with a black collar. Her hair
was tousled about her head, soft red-brown. He lowered his hand to her
face, running his hand across it gently. She trembled in fear, flinching
away from his touch, not turning her eyes to see him.
It was then that Ravan noticed she was not human. Her ears were
triangular and located high on her head, covered in fine red-brown fur.
A long, furry tail was wrapped tightly around her body, and she trembled
in fear.
"A slave-cat?" He said, his eyes drawn to her bare breasts, her hard,
pink nipples attracting his eyes. He breathed in, inhaling her peculiar yet
alluring odor. The creature tensed more, moving away slightly, trembling in
fear.
Ravan took a step back. He had heard of Slave-Cats, a race that was
almost entirely enslaved by other races. But he had never thought he'd ever
see one. She was obviously a slave of the now-dead ogre. The thought of
taking her now made Ravan hard, but he had just rescued her, it seemed somehow
wrong to take advantage of her. Ravan went back to his rummaging. He had
been sent here for a reason, and she wasn't it. He resolved to let her go
when he found the object of his quest. Letting her go now would run the
risk of letting her flee, and he'd be unable to ask her for help later if
need be.
The slave-cat opened her eyes, taking in the image of the human
sorting through her master's treasures. She twitched her ears and nose,
trying to assess the invader. She trembled against the cold, her chains
rattling against her body.
"Can you talk?" Ravan asked, curiosity getting the better of him.
"Yes.." She stammered back, her voice meowing slightly.
"You're free to go now." Ravan said, tossing a woodcutter's ax to
the side. He caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye,
and reached down to grab it. Hefting it from under a pile of daggers and
fungus-encrusted copper coins, he smiled. The idiot priests in Lornkeep
would pay handsomely for the return of their gold encrusted talisman. He
placed the object in a small, leather pouch, smiling as he filled his pack
with the coins that were not so fungus-encrusted as to be useless. The
Slave-Cat looked over, gazing in awe.
"Slavegirl go where?" She asked in a small voice.
"The ogre Baa-nal is dead. You are free now. Go in peace." After
the words escaped his lips, he groaned at how much he sounded like some holy
crusader, and not the mercenary he was. But the beautiful female creature
stopped trying to pull against her bonds to escape him, and he figured that
was enough.
"Slavegirl is free?" She said, blinking in disbelief. "What is free?"
"That means you don't have a master." Ravan said absentmindedly,
tossing a semi-precious gem into his pack. The Cat-Slave rose to her feet,
watching him curiously.
"Master is dead?" She said, dumbfounded.
"Yes, I killed him."
"New Master kill old Master, Slavegirl now belong to new Master.
New Master is you." She said, sinking to her knees and averting her eyes. In
her kneeling position Ravan could see her tail, long and covered in smooth,
red-brown fur, curling behind her enticingly.
"Get up, I'm not a slaver. You're free now." Ravan said, turning
his back, hoping leather pants were concealing his erection.
"You Slavegirl's master now." She said, moving as close to him as
her chains allowed, extending her tail to wrap it around his leg.
"No..." Ravan said, withdrawing his sword and raising it above his
head. The beautiful slave trembled and turned her face away, fully expecting
the sword to be cleaved into her. He began the downswing, bringing the blade
towards her.
"No master! PLEASE!" She screamed as the blade swung downward. She
shut her eyes tightly, still trembling after the loud clang of the blade
against the chains signaled their destruction. Ravan put his sword away,
examining the four chains, sliced in half. She crawled back, curling into
a tight, trembling ball.
"Now, go on... Go, lead your life..." Ravan stammered, pointing
towards the cave entrance.
"Slavegirl sorry..."
Ravan took a step back, trying to avoid appearing imposing, panicking
in the unfamiliar series of events. "No, no! Please, you're free now, go
on! I don't want to be your master."
"Master not be angry at Slavegirl .. She sorry .. What can Slavegirl
do to make you not mad?" The beautiful girl's voice sounded terrified as she
crawled slowly towards him, tears welling in her eyes. She began to sob,
kneeling on the floor.
Ravan stood there, listening to her cry. She didn't understand. He
just wanted to let her go. No, that wasn't what he really wanted. He wanted
her, he wanted that tail curling around his back. He wanted to lay with her,
to feel that beautiful skin against him.
"No.. No, I'm not mad, I just want to let you go... Why won't you
go?" He said, his resolve breaking.
The Slavegirl crawled forward, wrapping her arms around his leg,
clinging to him desperately. "Please master not send slave cat away." She
trembled at the thought of her Master leaving her.
Ravan came down on one knee, withdrawing the lockpicks he had learned
to use back in his home village. He began picking the lock of her left
wrist cuff, suddenly grateful for the training as a locksmith and metalworker
that had been forced upon him by his traditionalist parents. "Oh, don't cry.
I'm sorry." The lock snapped open, the cuff clattering to the floor.
The Slavegirl's mostly human features stared up at him. Her collar
contrasted her smooth features so much, the metallic studs and black leather
completely dissimilar to her smooth skin. The second cuff fell from her
wrist, and she opened her mouth in a whisper. "Please master."
Looking down into those beautiful, ash gray feline eyes, Ravan's
desire overwhelmed him for a moment. His face slid closer to hers, and his
lips met hers in a gentle kiss. He thought it strange that a kiss from a
Slavegirl should feel so pure and wonderful, his thoughts interrupted by
the click of the third cuff, the one on her right ankle. As the kiss ended
she moaned, still half-kissing him.
"Slavegirl make Master happy."
A realization swept over Ravan. "You don't have anywhere to go, do
you?"
"Slavegirl have place to go. Slavegirl go where you go."
Another realization swept over him as he stared first into her eyes,
and then into the vast beauty of her bosom. She'd die on her own. She wasn't
ready to survive on her own. "I guess, I'll have to, eh... I can take you
with me." Correcting himself in mid-sentance, unwilling to cause her any
more pain.
"Thank you master." She said, bouncing up, causing her breasts, and
therefore Ravan's eyes, to bob up and down. "Slavegirl be good, I promise."
Ravan looked down, half ashamed that she considered him to be her
owner. His gaze brought his eyes to her clit, with its perfect, triangular
patch of red-brown hair and perfectly formed lips. He felt his member grow
harder and strain against his pants. The slave rose slowly, rubbing her
body against his, exciting his every pore.
"Master want Slavegirl to please master?"
Ravan looked up, his eyes widening at the sight of her breasts rubbing
into his shoulder. He felt his mouth open, and he managed to stammer out a
single word. "Y-yes.."
In response the slave's tail swung up, flicking against the front of
his pants. He squirmed a little, looking at her tail. It was so close to him,
separated from his shaft by a mere layer of leather. Her tail continued to
press and massage against him. "Master want Slavegirl to suck master, or does
Master want to fuck Slavegirl?"
Ravan shirked. He had only become a master a few seconds ago. Now
he was being offered sex, any way he wanted it. He wasn't a virgin, he had
laid with his share of wenches, and even a few grateful damsels he had rescued
from the jaws of certain doom. But this was different. She was giving herself
to him, not for one night, but forever. His thoughts were broken by her
purring voice.
"Would Master wish Slavegirl on her belly or her back?"
"On your back... Please..." He gulped, swallowing hard. The lump in
his throat grew larger when he saw her lie on the remains of the straw bed,
spreading her legs wide, exposing her clit.
"Slavegirl ready." She purred.
Ravan leaned down, kissing the cat on the lips gently, unhooking his
pants. She purred, her lithe hands forcing his pants downward. His shaft
lowered as he did, sliding ever closer to her pussy's parted lips. He slid
in, hearing her moan, matching her utterance with one of his own. Her moan
melted into a purr, her hands dancing across his back, claws bared slightly.
They thrust into each other, moaning in tandem. Ravan looked into her
soft gray feline eyes, and all his regrets and hesitation faded, scattered
like so much dust in the wind. He found his hands cupping her breasts, his
lips kissing her neck and jaw, then her lips. She nipped lightly at his lower
lip, speaking as she drew back, arching her back as he thrust into her.
"Master... Faster master, Pleasure yourself, use Slavegirl's body."
Her words drove Ravan forward, his pace increasing, his hard shaft sliding
in and out of her like a piston. "Slavegirl want you to fuck her, Master...
Fuck Slavegirl until you have enough..." Her voice half-purred, half moaned
from her throat, only to be silenced with her Master's probing tongue. She
lifted her legs around him, the cool metal of the forgotten fourth cuff
pressing into his flank as she matched his thrusts. Ravan pumped harder,
unable to stop even if he had wanted to. His pants fell from his waist his
sword clattering onto the ground.
"Make Slavegirl..." She growled, passion driving her wild. She gripped
him tighter with both arms and legs. "Your pet... Master."
Unable to reply, Ravan let out a howl, exploding within her. He
continued thrusting as he slowly tired, expending every ounce of energy. She
moaned in response, their bodies slapping together in one final, orgasmic
convulsion. The two spent lovers rolled to their side, facing each other.
Ravan gazed into her eyes, seeing their satisfaction.
"My name is Ravan." He said weakly.
"My name Slavegirl. You Master." She spoke quietly, looking down
self conciously.
"Don't you have another name?"
"No master, Slavegirl only."
Ravan paused. "Do you... Want another name?"
"Master want Slavegirl to have another name?" She asked, blinking.
"Yes." He nodded, staring into her beautiful gray orbs. "And call me
Ravan. Please."
"Yes Master Ravan."
Ravan considered pressing the matter, but he stopped himself, merely
rolling his eyes. "Lets see, Nobi, Katrina, Abu... What is a nice name?"
The Slavegirl curled, resting her hand on his chest. "Master is going
to rename Slavegirl?"
Ravan smiled. "Khara. That is a nice name. Do you like it?"
"If Master like it, Slavegirl likes it." She purred, stroking his
chest absentmindedly.
"No, no no. Its `If Ravan likes it, Khara likes it.'"
"If Master Ravan likes it Khara likes it." She said, closing her eyes
a little. Her tail softly caressed his body as they lay there, arousing him
even in his exhausted state.
Ravan stood up slowly, pulling his pants up. He opened his mouth,
fully intending to tell her not to call him master anymore. Something stopped
him, however. He tried to tell himself it would be wrong to reprimand her for
acting in the way nature had made her. The truth burned in him though, and
the truth was he liked it. "We need to get going."
Khara stood up slowly, lifting his pants all the way up to his waist,
looping his belt through each slit in the leather. "Yes Master." She sighed.
Ravan turned to survey the cavern, making sure nothing of real value was left.
Seeing that the cave was as worthless as its former owner, he turned to see
Khara putting on his booty-laiden pack, her legs trembling a little under the
weight.
"No!" He said, reaching out to take the pack from her. "You don't have
to carry that."
Khara took a few steps back, shrinking against the wall. "I'm sorry
Master Ravan, Khara sorry." She said, covering her head with her arms.
Ravan looked down, walking over and offering her his hand. She
lifted her own into his, and he grasped it gently. He helped her to her feet,
smiling. "There, there, I'm not going to hit you." Holding her hand all the
way, he lead her out of the cave, past the decapitated head of her former
master. She stepped carefully around it, trembling at the sight. The sun
was beginning to dip above the horizon, the shape of Zaral Keep visible just
above the treeline, a mass of tiny towers silhouetting the sun. The two walked
through a grove of trees to a stream, where a horse was tied near the water.
The horse was a proud beast, brown with black patches and a white
mane and tail. His eyes flashed at the sight of his owner, and he stood at
military attention, awaiting his rider. His saddle was simple, yet well kept,
as were his bit and his reigns. Khara walked behind her master, keeping him
between her and the strange beast at the water. Her eyes stared around Ravan
with feline curiosity, looking at the creature in wonder.
"Look Master Ravan, monster.." She gasped, pointing at the horse.
"That's not a monster, that's Thunder, my horse. We're going to ride
him to Zaral Keep." Ravan chuckled unconsciously at her naivete'.
"Please Master. Khara walk." She said nervously, stepping back
slightly.
"Khara, Thunder is a gentle horse." Ravan said patting his steed on
the nose and neck. "Aren't you boy?" The horse neighed slightly, enjoying
the attention, staring at Khara with a large, brown eye. Khara stepped closer,
keeping Ravan between her and Thunder. Ravan took Khara's hand gently and
moved it to Thunder's nose. The guided it slowly, stroking Thunder's nose
and forehead with Khara's hand. After sniffing the new being curiously,
Thunder lifted his nose up into the petting fingers playfully. Ravan removed
his hand, and Khara kept petting. Ravan untied Thunder from a nearby bush,
placing the bag with the talisman in a saddlebag.
"It's soft Master." She laughed, filling the air with soft, sweet
laughter. "Khara like Thunder."
"He likes you." Ravan said, smiling. As Khara pet his steed, Ravan
took her blanket, draping it over her shoulder and wrapping her in it as
though it were a toga. The makeshift dress was ratty and small, but it
would do for now. Ravan glanced his handiwork over once, making sure she
was not revealing anything that was his alone. He placed his foot in the
stirrup, climbing into the saddle. He then mounted his pack on a pair of
clasps on the back of the saddle. He lowered his hand to his new companion,
offering it to her. "Come on Khara."
Raising her hand into his, Khara let him raise her into the saddle
just behind him. Her forgotten foot-cuff clicked quietly against the remains
of its chain, reflecting the sunlight like an oversized anklet. She wrapped
her arms around his chest hugging herself close, purring into his back.
"Hold on close Khara." Ravan said, making a mental note to remove her
ankle cuff when they arrived at Zaral Keep.
"Yes Master." She sighed quietly, wrapping her tail around him, sighing
quietly. Ravan spurred the horse into motion, and they began the long trek
to Zaral Keep.