Alps looked out over the courtyard. It was
pretty empty. This early in the morning it usually was. Neit was
probably still asleep. Alps wondered if Nita approved of the young
lady friend he brought with him. She did not seem upset.
Then again, Alps' intent with her had been rather noble
at least. He looked up at the sky. It was still a darker, deeper
shade of blue, except over the horizon, where pink and orange
hues were spilling over it. Alps smiled warmly. Nita and Nidaja would be here soon. They came
here both to relax and, in Nidaja's case, to exercise. Also, Nita
usually brought snacks. In all his life as a slave, he had never
been given sweets or other tasty breakfast treats, and Nita shared
with Alps. He had grown a real sweet tooth.
He sat down on the bench, happy to be the first here. He looked out
over the sandy circle in the center of the courtyard. Nidaja was
the general of the letai army… The royal guard… All the power
of their people rested in her hands.
The war against the Orcish army had been a long and fruitless
one. Their numbers far exceeded those of Alps' race. But the attacks
had stepped down a bit over the last twenty years, ever since
the terrible raids ended. Almost 80% of Alps’ homeland was lost,
but they were allowed to live freely on this area of land, the
island of Amani. Alps had not even been told about the war until
he got here in Diera. He had learned so much that his mistresses
and masters thought was unneeded knowledge for a slave. Nita did
not really treat him much like a slave, more like a trusted companion.
He was already starting to forget the dark, cold nights in a little
shack outside a nice house and having been beaten. He truly felt
that he was finally in a place where no one could hurt him. Safety.
He'd never felt safety before. Education… questions being answered
without having to be terrified of asking them. His life was a
dream now, one that he never wanted to wake up from. The Letai
were losing the war, this was sad news for Alps… and a source
of great sorrow for Nita, who was the leader of this rather gentle
race. However, Alps would share this destiny with Nita now. He
had promised himself that after the first night in bed with her.
He was there for her for life, even if she got married and had
a family, and never made love to him again. His life was hers,
and he was glad it was.
"Oh, Alpsie… you beat us here!"
a beloved familiar voice piped behind him.
Alps lifted his head from his pensive thoughts and greeting
Nita with a little motioned kiss to the air between them. She
caught the kiss on her lips as it was hurled to her so adoringly.
Nidaja rolled her eyes.
"You two are like kids, you know?"
she said. She put her pack down and stretched a bit. Alps looked
up at her and beamed a smile.
"Well, hello Nidaja," he chimed.
"Are you strength, speed, or technique training this morning?"
Nidaja took off her overcoat, a leather longcoat that she wore
when she was outside. Her body, though strong, was still very
feminine. To command more respect for her strength she wore clothing
that made her look a little larger. Alps stood up and looked at
her carefully.
Nidaja had not changed since the first night really. Though his love
for her and his friendship with her had made her a very pleasant
sight to behold, even outside her physical beauty. Her gorgeous
lupine features glowed in the morning light as she placed her
coat on the bench. She wore a rather loose and flowing silken
vest of sorts and a tight cotton shirt underneath, that held her
firm, ample breasts in place. The cool morning air caused her
nipples to perk enough to attract Alps' interest and a warm smile.
On her hips, she wore a war belt. It was regular leather, but
with steel plates bolted to it, to keep her belt from being severed
in a fight. One did not want to lose a sword in fleeing or just
moving about. Especially before one got a chance to fight. Nidaja
did not have her sword on though. She was not going to practice
with a live blade. She
rarely did when she trained for speed or strength training, though
she would for technique training. She wore a pair of canvas shorts…
loose, short, and durable. Tan in color, much like his own. They
held to her lusciously wide hips comfortably and allowed her free
range of motion.
Alps patted the bench and Nita sat close beside him, her hip touching
his. Alps gave a rather
playful smile to her. Nita was wearing a short silken shirt, which
showed her midriff, buttoned along the front… also boosting her
generous breasts a bit. Though hers were not quite so large as
her sisters. She wore a suede leather skirt, which buttoned up
along the side, and a belt with a leather pouch, which contained
her personal effects, including her crest for identification.
Nita placed her gentle hand on Alps' thigh, and gave a fond squeeze.
Nidaja picked up a staff that was lying by the bench. She had left
it there the previous day. No one would steal it here, of course.
She looked at Nita as she caressed Alps' thigh and laughed, shaking
her head. "Oh my goodness… you two slept together last night!
Can't you get enough?"
She moved out to the center of the sandy circle. "You should
put that energy to something useful, Alps. Given how much time
you spend with Nita, perhaps you should pick up a sword and learn
to defend her? She could use a knight in shining armor,"
the emerald Letai chided softly. She raised the staff to eye level.
It was weighted and balanced to be equal to her sword, but without
the ability to accidentally cut her in half if she made a mistake.
Alps blushed slightly, having been the victim of the woman's teasing
before. He was used to it and kind of liked it. They teased each
other like that, and being teased as well made Alps feel more
included… special… like family. It was a good feeling.
Nidaja looked back at him. "I am speed training today, of course.
Though it looks like Nita has some exercise in mind too."
she said, laughing again, before she began to spin the mock-blade
rapidly, stretching, and warming up with it in a routine Alps
had seen a dozen times now. He came out here every morning, to
help if he could. On occasion, he was allowed to carry things
for them or just to give Nidaja a rub down when she was done.
He leaned into Nita and giggled.
"Well, she expects me to behave when
she's dressed so… enticing and moving about like that? She does
have high expectations of me." Alps looked at Nita and then
back at Nidaja. "Would you teach me? Would you teach me to
defend my mistress and my friends?" he asked. He knew it
grated Nita's nerves to be called mistress, but the mood was already
teasing, so it rolled off with no more than a flick to his left
ear, which he twitched a bit to recover. Nidaja looked at Alps,
stopping her routine. She thought a bit, and then nodded softly.
"Sure, Alps. I can teach you. Step right
up." Alps looked to Nita, who quivered her bottom lip, mockingly.
She then pushed him to his feet and swatted his rump. Alps looked
at Nidaja. Was she actually going to teach him to use a weapon?
No mistress in her right mind would ever do that for a slave.
They are dangerous if they can fight. It's hard to discipline
them. Nidaja handed Alps an equal staff to her own. Alps had carried
the things dozens of times now. However, the one he was handed
seemed a LOT heavier now that he held it, for the first time,
as a weapon and not just property being carried for Nidaja. He
held it up and looked defensive, unsure of what was to come. Nidaja
smiled and looked to Nita. "He is pretty scared. See how
the tip of the staff is shaking a little?" she asked. Nita
nodded softly.
"It's okay, Alps. She won't hurt you
bad. It'll sting if she hits you, but you said your other owners
used to beat you badly. Her attacks won't be anywhere close."
Alps looked to Nidaja and nodded softly. "Then attack I guess
and I will try to defend myself," his voice wavered. Nidaja
held her staff up, slightly curved, just like her sword, and taped
the tip of Alps' staff sending it far to the side… such a small
motion and so much power. Alps nearly lost hold of the weapon.
He then recovered and held the weapon up, but when he faced forward
again, after recovering, Nidaja was gone. Then he felt a searing
hot flash of pain on the back of his shoulder. He stumbled forward
and looked behind him. Nidaja was there, tapping the weapon on her shoulder. Alps blinked,
looking at her. She was so fast! He had never really thought about
how fast she actually was if you were facing her. Speed training
was right! He looked sternly at Nidaja and moved forward. She
touched the side of Alps' staff with her own and just turned in
a very fluid circle, letting Alps' staff slide forward. She glided
around behind the wolf and brought the staff to the back of his
knee. The wolf went to
the sand and was on his back, with a dull thud and a deep release
of air. He looked up at the sky, stunned. Nidaja took the opportunity
to straddle his hips.
"Looks like I win, Alpsie." she
said laughing, placing the staff off to the side and touching
his throat in a little slicing motion, signaling that, if she
had a knife, the white furred slave would not be sucking air anymore.
Alps blinked again. He really was trying, but it was… what… twelve
seconds? Ten? Less? No time at all, and he was "dead".
He looked up at Nita who shook her head softly, smiling. She knew
of Nidaja's skill and what would happen to Alps. The places the
general had hit did not really hurt, though, so it was not too
bad. And now Nidaja was straddling him in the dirt, so it was
better! He laughed softly and rubbed the back of his head, looking
a little embarrassed.
"Yes, you did win, General Razelle.
What is it you will take in your victory?" he asked, touching
her tummy softly. "You and your sister own me after all.
What conquest is there in defeating lil old me?" he asked.
The morning sun was darkened as Nita's form moved between his
head and the horizon, shading him from it. He looked up at the
queen. Nita was smiling and… undoing the buttons on her silken
blouse. Alps gritted his teeth. She could not possibly be after
that so early in the morning. She had just taken a shower an hour
ago. Alps looked to Nidaja, who was blushing slightly.
"Oh Nita, don’t tell me you liked seeing
that," she said, hugging her own chest, realizing that she
was, indeed, very perky from the activity and the cool morning
air.
"Oh yes… I did!" she said, sliding
off the blouse, and placing it on the bench. She was not wearing
anything underneath. Alps' eyes widened a bit. Sure, they did
it outside at night. A very open and intense night indeed… but
it was at NIGHT. It was not in the morning when the general public
was often visiting the castle. The courtyard was visible from
the back of the castle. Alps knew it was uncommon for the general
public to be granted admittance until noon, but still, there were
others here, such as guards, nobles and friends of said individuals
who would stand a chance to see. Nidaja looked at the rising sun
and giggled softly.
"Well… I’m not gonna let you get into
trouble," she said. "You know how protective Anubis
is. He would probably lecture you about lowering your guard to
someone who was raised as anything but a noble." Nidaja removed
the flowing silk vest thing and tossed it before peeling off her
shirt. If she was warning Nita about getting into trouble why
on earth was she undressing? Alps inhaled deeply and felt that
warm rise of heat between his thighs. His canvas shorts suddenly
seemed a lot tighter than when he put them on this morning. He
swallowed softly and wriggled a bit, wondering if Nidaja and Nita
were only teasing him here and would take him someplace private.
He did not want to get them in trouble with Anubis.
Anubis was a general under Nidaja. Being an older uncle, he had a
little more sway as a family member, and could chastise the girls
if he needed to. For it was a task left to him in their mothers
will and was now his responsibility to look after their well being.
He would until the death. Alps had only seen him a handful of
times, as he handled a lot of the military obligations outside
the castle walls while Nidaja handled a lot inside.
Alps looked up at Nidaja as she tossed the shirt to the side and
her firm, large breasts bounced in his vision. They were covered
in velvety fine, short fur, so soft, and so warm and smooth. His
paws gravitated toward them. She had him pinned so he had to give
her some kind of contact.
Alps gasped as Nita, completely nude now… as he had not seen her
wriggle out of the skirt, moved alongside Nidaja. No, they were
not teasing him. He swallowed again and wriggled just a bit. Nidaja's
hips were right over his so her crotch would apply pressure to
his already swelling member as she moved slowly, back and forth,
to further tease him. To Alps' shock, Nita straddled his chest,
giggling softly. He had not expected her to get in between him
and Nidaja, as it placed her rather intimately close to her own
sister. He had been blindfolded when they were together last time,
so he did not know if they had been intimately close then. But
now they pressed their chests together in a rather playful and
fun-loving embrace, as Nita pressed her already warm and humid
sex against his chest, streaking his fur with her tangy, elicit
scent. Alps crooned softly,
unable to move now, as the two emerald lupine females held him
rather firmly to the ground with their weight… and their authority.
Alps could not allow himself to forget that he was their slave,
and if he wanted to protest it would not do any good. However,
he had no intention of protesting as he watched them kiss. It
was slightly curious when he saw Misha and Uri do it, but just…
shocking to watch Nita and Nidaja do it. But as they kissed he
looked over Nita's shoulder at their faces, turned enough to the
side for him to see as they kissed passionately, and he knew.
Their love was a family love… something bonding deeper than sex,
sisterhood, or even lovers.
Nita was very limited in who she could trust since she was the queen,
and Nidaja was likely the friend and companion that, for all these
years, she had trusted the most. Alps caresses over Nita’s rump
and lower back as he lets them seal their friendship and family
bonds with that romantic and adoring kiss.
Alps looked at the horizon, the slowly rising morning sun.
He was intimately involved with these two and they did not seem
to really fear others finding out a whole lot. Was he really that
valuable as a companion that they would let others know they had
such a relationship with him? Or was it generally accepted in
high society that Alps' intimacy was common with his mistress.
He thought a little about these things, before his mind was snapped
back into the reality of the moment.
Nidaja's hand had slid down between herself and Nita, and she had
scooted back some. Nita was working the ties to Nidaja’s shorts
and Nidaja was working the ties to Alps' shorts… making sure to
stroke over his already firm shaft with her thumb through the
fabric. Alps arched his hips a little to show his interest in
the lovely female. As if the feel of his already swollen length
would not be enough to tell her he was interested. Nita scooted
back a little as well, to make it easier for her to remove Nidaja's
shorts.
Nidaja slid back and turned around just a bit as Nita worked her
clothing the rest of the way off, and she helped Alps out of his
on the soft sand of the fighting ring. Nita's scooting back placed
her in a position for Alps to do something that had began to come
naturally to him. His eyes drawn forward by her powerful musky
scent, he saw her slit parted slightly from her leaning forward
the way she was, her legs spread. He could not resist the temptation
and touched the silken length of his hot tongue between those
dewy folds, tasting the tart flavor of her sex, freshly showered,
and yet, as always, tasting no less of Nita. Alps giggled softly
to himself as Nita gasped, and jumped a bit, having not expected
him to touch so soon. She slid back a little and placed her arms
on Nidaja's shoulders, giving a soft, pleasured sound.
Nidaja laughed softly, taking her place back on Alps' hips, her moist
sex pressing his now exposed shaft against his belly. She began
to slowly roll her hips, teasing him a little bit with her wetness
and her muscles, which would contract softly on his length. Her
hips would hold him tighter letting him realize he was not able
to get away. His voice raised enough for her to hear from between
Nita's now possessive thighs, as she pressed her sex to Alps'
generous muzzle…
"A little friendly with that tongue,
isn't he?” she asked her sister, who continued to hug the lupine
general. Nita jerked her hips again as Alps flicked her clit with
the tip of his tongue, experimenting, always eager to find what
pleasured his mistress. Nidaja and Nita were very different for
what they liked. He was
learning this over time. Alps had already learned that Nita liked
deep penetration, whereas Nidaja liked rapid motion over her clit
more. Nearly everything seemed to pleasure Uri, though. Alps smiled
as he pressed the length of his tongue into Nita, tasting her
all over his tongue. The slight salt on the tip… the tangy bitterness
along the side… the warm taste of her flesh on the back of his
tongue, which touched tentatively over her clit, brushing against
it lovingly. If this was fighting practice, the wolf would definitely
train hard and become Nita's strongest guard. He closed his eyes,
letting himself feel more than see now, though he could still
hear, as Nita released a lightly breathless answer.
"Y… yeah. He does like to do that. It's
something I am finding I especially enjoy. And when I am in season…
when he can't actually have sex, I know he will be able to do
that… and he knows that I will reward him like last night,"
she said, gasping again as Alps' tongue penetrated as deep as
he would let it. Alps spread his legs a little, and braced his
feet in the sand, holding his knees up. This cradles Nidaja's
rump a little, and pressed her forward on his body, holding Nita
close still. Nidaja sighs happily, and reached down, letting her
fingers slide under Alps' cock and pressing him tighter against
her wet folds, almost penetrating, but not quite, teasing herself
over his length, playing with him as she might a sex toy. For
now, Alps actually was her living sex toy, but he felt a degree
of trust and friendship and kindness from her that warmed his
heart and never left him feeling used, even if he was used pretty
heavily for her own pleasure. He did not mind, certainly.
Alps began to pant softly himself, as the pleasure Nidaja
was stealing for herself was not wasted on him either. Alps' tail
jerked every time she would let the tip of his rock hard member
pass over her entrance and seem to want to let it slip in. Alps
wanted so badly to just feel her tight body around him, even if
she was not actively making love to him. Just to feel those muscular
walls inside her closed around his shaft… pulsing, throbbing.
That heat which he had learned so well and could now feel in dreams,
so familiar he is with it. Alps placed both his paws on Nita's
hips, holding her steady as he allowed his tongue to dig deeply
into her, his nose pressed on the short span of flesh between
her anus and sex. Slowly
massaging her with his nose and licking deeply, he could only
think to cause pleasure, just as she had last night. The mouth
was so capable, and he had not really thought as much about just
how much until last night. Nita’s hot muzzle… so searing and so
gentle… So powerful, yet so caring.
Alps arched his back and softly cried out
as he felt his length slip into Nidaja. By the loud sound of intense
passion from the general it was obvious she had not intended that
just yet, but when it happened she was not disappointed.
Her paws went up to Nita's chest where they began to play
happily, just as Nita's warm, clever paws already played upon
her breasts, teasing touching, flicking pert nipples, tugging,
caressing, hefting, holding, grasping, anything her hands could
do to give Nidaja's chest pleasure, to send shivers down her spine,
she did. Alps presses his tongue deeper inside Nita's sex, feeling
her walls clenching on it, reacting wonderful to the oral fixation
the wolf had. He was breathing heavily now, driven wild by the
sensation of Nidaja’s tight, searing body grasping his cock deep
inside her, pulsing wetly. She held still for a moment, kissing
Nita again, reminding her that they were sharing him and each
other. Alps did not feel funny about it at all now. There were
too many other things for him to feel. Alps began to roll his
hips heatedly as Nidaja started her slow up and down and back
and forth motions, enjoying the feel of the wolf inside her. Alps'
white fur bristled and he cried out softly. The evenings of doing
this had raised his stamina and endurance, but he still could
not last long under this kind of stimulation. Just giving Nita
oral alone was enough to make him almost climax. Nidaja’s tight
sex wrapped around his length, suckling on him, nursing him toward
his climax, was more than enough to complete the circuit. It would
not take long. The passion between them was rising too, so perhaps
they were not just going to play around as much as usual, for
real fear of someone disturbing them. Alps followed their lead
with the growing passion, placing his paws on Nita’s hips, letting
his tongue slide back and forth between her swollen cunny-lips
faster, more desperately, the pace of the general now almost feverish,
as one of her paws dropped to Alps' tummy to give her more leverage
for the motion she enjoyed. Nita’s muzzle dipped and she was using
her tongue to flick at Nidaja's nipples, which bounced heavily
as she slammed herself up and down harder on Alps' body, moaning
deeper, more desperately, each sound she made seeming to change
slowly in pitch, the lady lupine slowly working toward climax,
her fur bristling, her breasts wet with sweat and with Nita’s
saliva as she licked, nipped and teased her sister's nipples,
eager to make sure she had enough pleasure from this.
Nita's sex suddenly seized on Alps' tongue
with a surge of heat and wetness on his muzzle and face. Nita
cried out and shuddered, bucking into Nidaja who slammed down
almost painfully on Alps' hips. Nidaja cried out gleefully to
the queen and held her, as Alps almost choked on her warm nectar
as it poured from her and spattered on his chest with her eager
thrusting, humping motions. There really had not been any warning.
Alps pondered, as he held firm and ridged for Nidaja, if he had
hit just he right spot or something. Alps leaned his head back,
letting Nita's sex cool a bit, watching as his mistress held Nidaja,
who was now very franticly rising and falling on him. Nita cried
out happily, but weakly to her sister.
"Oh… oh yes… oh god yes, Nidaja. Go
for it… cum too. Feels so good… together… hhmmm… oh… again… I
can cum again… I want it to be together!" she cried, pressing
her sex back on Alps' muzzle. Confused slightly, but obedient,
Alps began to eagerly and rapidly lick Nita. Her sultry and perverse
words to Nidaja were even more effective than the lady general's
heated thrusting, as Alps whimpered softly into Nita's sex, feeling
himself close. He was going to cum soon. He did not know if he
could outlast these two, but he would try to let them enjoy theirs
with his own. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sisters'
pleasure. Nidaja was hammering him pretty hard now, her sex slick
and hot, still tight enough to tug at his cock as she would rise
and press it, as she would fall. Her muscles were so strong, inside
and out. Nidaja cried out now, her breath coming in bursts when
she would descend, their bodies now making a soft impacting sound
from the force with which she took him. Never had he been ridden
so furiously before.
"N… Nita… I dunno. I'm real close… I
can't stop… can't hold back… Oh my god…" She closed her eyes
tightly, and held Nita’s shoulders.
"I want to… but… can’t… stop. Feels so good… so close…
so close. Oh… ohh…" Nidaja's voice was becoming uncharacteristically
high pitched. Alps knew she got like that right before she came.
This made Nidaja a LOT more of a woman than the tomboy she was
otherwise. It was hard not to feel like a female with nine inches
of lupine flesh buried inside her. Alps lashed at Nita's sex with
his eager tongue, feeling himself teetering on the edge. Ever
cell in his body was begging for the girls to climax so he could
too, his legs trembling. Nita cried out again, her voice also
higher pitched, her body shaking a little.
"I'm… right there. Oh Nidaja… Alps'
legs… He’s gonna pop too! Come on… cum Nidaja! Cum with us… Alps…
cum in Nidaja. Let her feel your hot seed inside her. That’ll
make her cum. Oh… oh let me know when you cum. Gimme a sign. I'll
come too. Oh I'm already… so… close…” Alps just couldn’t take
it anymore. Nita's pleading voice, those words. Nidaja's powerful
stroking, panting, her moans of pleasure. No amount of sexual
training could stop his orgasm from happening. He let Nita know
in the most intense way he knew how to give her an idea of just
how powerful his orgasm was. He howled. Right into her sex, he
howled… a very feral lupine howl. As he did so, the vibrations
from his explosive howl, his rich voice, send a shockwave of powerful
vibrations as deep as Nita's chest cavity. The howl was stifled
just a bit by the introduction of Nita's dense, warm nectar to
his open muzzle. Gurgling just a bit, Alps swallowed, and shut
his muzzle, dragging in a deep breath though his nose, and taking
a heavy face full of Nita's fluids, scent-marked sexually to the
ears. As he pulled in that powerful breath, he yelped again softly
as he felt the second powerful wave of his orgasm not just flow
from him, but get violently dragged out of him by Nidaja’s convulsing
body, the general crying out in a rage-pleasure growl and stifled
scream, holding Nita tight as she quivered over Alps' face, and
the male slave pulsed seed helplessly into Nidaja's tight, suckling,
convulsing sex, which coated his inner thighs and tummy with its
nectar as it drew in his warm life essence deeper into her uncaring
body. Alps' toes curled a bit, and gripped sand, as he felt himself
shuddering as more and more of that thick fluid pulsed from him
into Nidaja. She held Nita, both of them panting so hard, as they
twitched and spasmed over him. Alps could not get used to just
how unusual it was… a slave, being so intimately involved. He
felt he would never get over it, but then again, maybe he would.
How long had it been? Not terribly long, but this was a fairly
regular occurrence. Intimacy. Perhaps it was just fun for Nita
and Nidaja and Uri, but Alps felt himself very emotionally bonding
to them, and felt that, anymore, he would not want to live a life
without them in it. He was serious about what he said to Nidaja.
He would protect Nita. No one would be able to hurt her while
he was still alive. Alps shivered just a bit as he thought about
that. Was he… falling in love? With Nita? With Nita Arcana Razelle?
The queen? A lowly slave loving her? Alps closed his eyes and
sighed a long and happy sigh. Yeah, so what? He could love her,
even if she did not love him the same way back. Nita was easy
to love. So was Nidaja. Alps' life was happy now and it was because
of them. Alps' mellow mood and relaxation were shattered by a
male voice, close by, and Nita and Nidaja's simultaneous lunge
for their clothing leaving Alps rather lewdly exposed. Alps scrambled
and sat up indian style, weakly swaying, with his hands over his
soaked lap looking up at the source of the voice.
"Had to be the most… interesting thing
I have seen in a very long time," he said. Alps looked at
him. A tall, black furred wolf, seeming to be rather heavily muscled
and wearing leather armor that was not merely black… it seemed
to have a finish that did not shine or reflect ANYTHING. Not light…
not shadow… not sheen… nothing. And it covered him completely,
except for his head. He had cloves made of the stuff and boots…
and pants and a coat. Nita and Nidaja scrambled to get their clothes
on. Nita growled rather savagely to him.
"You had best have a DAMN good reason
to be here, stranger, or you will be dining on your tongue tonight.
What you saw here is NOT to leave this courtyard!
It's private business between just me and my sister, and
our knight. It's a right that we are given in the royal doctrines,"
she hissed. Alps gasped softly.
A knight? He was called a knight. That was oddly… embarrassing
to him. He knew that she was lying of course, as it obviously
would be frowned upon if a commoner found her so romantically
entwined with a slave. Knights. True knights were always nobles.
Alps kept his mouth shut though and let the tall wolf speak. His eyes, where Alps were violet, were crimson.
He was one of the original Amani tribe. There were very few left,
and almost nothing of their history remained to be told. His voice
was soothing, but dark, and deep, and hollow, as if he were speaking
from somewhere else, and the sound did not… *quite* match his
lips… or did they? It was hard to tell.
"I beg your forgiveness, your majesty.
I mean no harm and news of this will reach no one. It is, as you
say, private business and I count myself fortunately and blessed
to have seen the true beauty of her highness and General Nidaja,
both of who I have admired for some time. Ahh… but forgive my
impertinence. My name is Lunaris. I am… a bounty hunter."
He sat down on the bench and handed Nita her skirt. Nita hastily
put it on, as Nidaja got into her own clothes, grumbling something
about locks on the gates.
"Very well. A bounty hunter. I do not
recall granting you a morning audience. This had better still
be important," she said. "And I mean VERY important.
You screwed up my afterglow," she grumbled. The large wolf
smiled and nodded. He looked to Alps and asked softly, chuckling,
"And your knight? I have never seen him before… rather… young."
"He was just… umm… inducted." Nidaja
said, obviously trying to help Nita.
"Wow," Lunaris chuckled, "Where
do I sign up to become a knight. I wanna have an induction ceremony
too." he chuckled. Alps carefully got into his shorts and
then snapped a rather severe look to the larger wolf. How dare
he make such a comment to Nita, being a stranger as he was? Alps
stood up and growled to him.
"You come unannounced on unscheduled
business with the queen, and you dare to insult her that way?!"
Alps said, stepping forward.
"It would seem your knight has some
life in him, even after the beating he just got," he said.
"If I'd been fucked like that my legs would be unable to
move!" he said, laughing. "Stand down boy, unless you
want to get hurt. I have important business with the queen that
does not concern you." Alps lowered his brow. He did not
like this fellow at all. He was far too sure of himself. Lunaris leaned down and picked up a staff pointing
it at Nita. Alps gritted
his teeth and gasped. Nidaja was on her feet, but her legs were
obviously still shaky.
"Drop it, and state your business. You
are not going to play your stupid bounty hunter domination games
with us. You are in our kingdom and you will respect and follow
our laws, and moreover, as Sir Alps had stated, you have no right
to speak to the queen like that. Nita's eyes were round and then
narrow as the staff was pointed at her. Alps looked to the side,
where his staff had dropped when he was pounced by Nidaja. He
leaned down and picked it up. He raised the wooden shaft up shakily
to face Lunaris. Nidaja and Nita looked up with shock and fear.
Alps looked at them and realized just why. Alps just made himself
a target. Slowly, Lunaris turned. Alps heart sank, but he tried
to remain as cool and calm looking as he could.
"Well, well, well…" Lunaris said,
pointing the staff at Alps. "This will be a great chance
for me to prove my worth as a bounty hunter to the queen. I shall
test my skills against their knight. To be this close to them,
you must be a personal bodyguard or something, as I would have
seen you outside the castle walls if you were not. They looked
scared when you picked up the stick. Maybe they think you could
tear me apart, and feared for the fight they would see. Let’s
find out." He took a fighting stance. Alps lowered his brow
and glared at him threateningly. Inside, however, he felt sick.
Why? Why did he have to pick up the staff? He looked at Nita and
Nidaja. They were not moving. Alps was on his own with this one.
He gripped the stick tighter, and prepared for the attack.