I feel a strange warm breeze brush against my right ear before a wet pressure wraps itself around my ear as it begins gently chewing on me.
I open my eyes to just barely see that M'rissi is contently chewing on my ear… And I'm afraid I may be having a similar reaction as her when I would rub her ears, as my 'front tail' begins to involuntarily wag.
"Kitten, stop it!" I try to whisper to her but I am completely ignored as the chewing continues unabated.
I shift my arm around M'rissi to try and pull her head off of me, but trailing my hand up her back makes her jolt in shock as her back arches, though she seems to sleep through it and begins assaulting my ear, this time using her tongue, whose odd sandpaper-like texture along with her body pressing firmly against mine is doing nothing to quell the rising inferno in my loins.
"Ngh... M'rissi… Unh... You need to… *Huff*… Stop." I say fighting down the pleasurable grunts to wrap my hand around M'rissi's tail which causes her to stop licking me and moan deeply with her mouth still wrapped around my ear as I feel her hair stand on end.
"I… Warned… You…" I whisper into her ears between pants as that voice from earlier seems to shout, 'Make her ours!'
My mind starts to go blank as a deep burning lust fills the emptiness that was my mind as I use my right hand to stroke M'rissi's tail from base to tip, ever so slowly causing her to quiver and whimper quietly with each stroke.
M'rissi begins to grind her hips against my leg, almost begging me to shift my hips so she can feel my throbbing shaft between her thighs, but Kasia has a firm grip on my left arm and leg severely limiting my options.
I begin twirling her tail between my fingers as I stroke it more rapidly causing her to shake so much she almost seems to be vibrating as her panting becomes even more intense and erratic until she sinks her canines deeply into my shoulder as her body spasms for several seconds before a content sigh escapes her lips and she nuzzles deeper into my chest.
Though the pain from the bite pierces through the fog clouding my mind and like a bucket of icy arctic water being poured on me the reality of what I've done sinks in… How could I do that to her?! She trusts me and I-I… What have I done?!
A deep feeling of guilt and self-disgust fills my stomach as I shout at Udan in my head 'What did you do?! You can't just-!'
(It was not me…) Udan replies slowly.
'What?… But I would never…' I think while in shock.
(Nor was it you…) Udan continues.
'Fucking lead with that! What's going on!?' I shout in mental exhaustion.
(It was both of us… And neither… Our beast demands to feed… And it craves carnal satisfaction…) Udan explains.
'How do I control it or stop these urges from overwhelming my rationality?' I ask in desperation.
(Cold baths or dead pets…) Udan says in a deadpan, monotonous tone, though I can feel the sarcasm.
'That's it, you've got nothing else?' I ask mentally rolling my eyes.
(Castrate yourself or get laid…) Udan suggests with a similar tone as before.
'Go fuck yourself!' I shout enraged at his first suggestion.
(Not possible if you choose the first option, I must rest… Control yourself… Or I will…) Udan says for a final time, leaving a not-so-veiled threat as his last word on the subject.
And with that, I'm left to ponder my thoughts and actions alone while I await the morning to come… Tortured by my lack of control and how I took advantage of M'rissi.
Hours pass before the first rays of light peek into the camp and rouse the girls from their sleep.
*Yawn* "Good morning Silvantus, you were right it was very warm and comforting last night." Kasia says with a smile and barely any hint of embarrassed flush on her cheeks.
M'rissi stretches and preens, "Good morning, Fluffy! She had a most wonderful dream last night but she cannot recall what it was about. She just knows it made her very happy." M'rissi says with a smile that stabs right into my guilt-ridden heart.
"Look, M'rissi, I-" I start to say before a voice calls out from the distance.
"Thank the gods that I found you!" A man in nicer than normal peasant clothing shouts as they run up to the camp.
"I have news of Jonestead. Marcus was right! Those two men you faced outside? They were scouts. Now Jonestead is under attack. I was able to slip through their blockade the moment they infiltrated the town." The 'Courier' as he seems to be identified as when I firmly grip his arm as he finally pauses to catch his breath.
"Before I left, Marcus asked me to tell the both-… Er all three of you to come back, You 'must' save Jonestead before it is too late!" The 'Courier pleads.
"Are there any casualties? How many of my tribesmen got there to hold the line?" I ask probing him.
"Only one. They're taking hostages. I saw them drag Bosska out of the warehouse as they brought Zun-Za's kid, John, out in front of him. They demanded to know the whereabouts of some of Marcus's 'friends' since the old man wasn't spilling any details. Bosska refused and insisted that they take his life instead of the kid's. So they did. Poor Argonian. He died a hero." The 'Courier' says wiping away a tear before continuing.
"And I think I did see a band of orcs marching towards the town but I don't know their fate I'm sorry." The 'Courier' says apologetically.
"I see… You said Marcus was alive though?" I ask fishing for more information as I walk around the campsite, angling myself so my back is to the mountainside so the cliff edge is before us.
"Yeah! But they have him tied up inside his house. Probably torturing him into revealing his valuable secrets. He kept calling out for 'Kasia', but... Damn... The disgusting sounds of flesh being pummeled by fists drowned out his screams." The 'Courier' says with a look of disgust.