by Lance Wilson
“You’re leaving” he asks, a bit surprised at the whine in his own voice.
“I am only part of your gift, the others should be here soon and I am sure you will want to be alone with them.” She says and slithers off of the bed gently kissing him on the cheek
“More, I don’t have the strength for that” he says with a chuckle, his body is done; he can already feel himself drifting into sleep.
“Take a glass of water that should wake you up enough, and if you drift off, well I doubt they’ll mind” She says and makes her way to the door.
Yes, take some water, Shaharazad was already in here and the Yan-ti knows that she had put something into the water go give him extra umph.
He only nods and rolls to one side slipping under the covers of the bed. To make sure he gets his drink of water, and herbs, the Yan-ti moves over and pours some of the cold water into a goblet and set is on the table next to the bed.
“You might want to get a good drink, they will be here and the last thing you want is to drift off before they get here. Come on, take a drink.” She says now handing him the goblet.
Mellyruna takes a deep breath and sits up, he’s not really in the mood, and all he really wants to do is just take a nap. Smiling he takes the goblet and takes a deep drink of it. She is right, the cold water does start to wake him up. She only chuckles and kisses him gently once again on his cheek then leaves the room. Mellyruna only keeps sitting up until the glass of water is finished. He soon gets an odd feeling, it is like all of his strength and concentration has come back to him.
He sits there alone in his room letting the afterglow of the moment with the Yan-ti roll over him. As he closes his eyes to relax he hears the door open. Quickly he opens his eyes and is shocked at what he sees, two women have entered the room, both are about his size, slender, well toned and with bodies that would rival even the most beautiful elves. Both are dressed with silk bras, one green the other blood red, and a loin cloth, the same colors. The difference between these women and the elvish women he has seen is that these women are cat like, they are covered in a fur and there heads are like that of wild cats, with long hair like an elf, they also have tails and there feet are like that of cats, but there hands are like normal people. The two walks side by side, both of them are a golden color with a pale gold for the belly fur. Both have chestnut brown hair and tufts of hair on the tips of there tails, he has seen this kind of form in the books, they look like lionesses but with the human ability to stand and walk. The two walk to the foot of the bed and then separate once at the foot, one goes over the right, and the other moves over to the left. The two then seductively move onto the bed. The one in green moves up to Mellyruna and gives him a deep passionate kiss. As the two kisses he feels her soft silky fur press against him and her tongue explore his mouth. Her soft flat tongue moves and explores his mouth as his does the same to her. As the two kiss he wraps his arm around him and hold her close. In the middle of the kiss his eyes flash open. Her partner has decided to kiss him elsewhere; she has taken his manhood deep into her mouth. Without him even realizing it she had lowered her head and gently taken his manhood and began to suckle at it just as the Yan-ti had. He breaks the kiss with her partner and gasps, and moans as she works him in her mouth. The one that was kissing only smiles and kisses his neck and chest as the others continues to work him. It is not long before he climaxes and relives himself inside her mouth. The cat gives him a few more licks keeping him inside her mouth and then gently slides him out, not an ounce of his seed spilling from her mouth. Her partner then moves over to the other and the two pull each other into an intimate embrace and then a deep passionate kiss. Mellyruna is shocked and aroused by the kissing of two women, but even more so when he sees a bit of his seed slip down the chins of the two of them. He cannot believe what is happening right before him. The two of them hold each other and explore each other’s mouth, rubbing and moaning against each other. Mellyruna is too stunned to move but soon he doesn’t have to. Once the kissing is done the two of them move on to him. The one in red them moves up and begins to lock in a deep passionate kiss, the one in green however waists no time and mounts him. Mellyruna grabs the young cat by her ass and pulls her up to his mouth. Smiling he begins to lick and probe her womanhood with his tongue. The cat begins to yowl and moan in pleasure as his tongue explores her every crevice. There are only a few times when Mellyruna has to stop, the pleasures he himself is getting from the partner breeding him are to great and he moans in his own ecstasy. It takes almost no time before the three of them climax, Mellyruna moaning in his rush of pleasure, and the two cats letting out a roar. For a moment they all just lay there but the cats are far from finished with him and then continue using him by switching places. Mellyruna is surprised that this has not exhausted him and only does at the two wishes. Cleaning the one in green now as the one in red takes him and rides him as her partner has. Again it takes no time for the three to finish and this time all three are sweaty and just lay in the bed. Mellyruna is shocked at the gift that Shaharazad has given him, he is a man now, in the eyes of the elvish laws and gods he has become a man. Smiling he holds the cats close to him and then drifts off into a deep sleep.
Chapter 7
The Wolfpride
It is late in the afternoon when Mellyruna finally awakens from his slumber; still next to him are the two cats that were his gifts from that night. Both are lying on their side purring away. He smiles and strokes one on the cheek, she doesn’t even twitch. Smiling he slowly gets out of bed and begins to dress himself when there is a tap at the door. He is not sure whom he should be expecting but smiles anyway; perhaps it is Neckity checking up on him.
“Enter.” He says making sure that at least his bottom half is covered.
Once the door is open Mecmed walks in and smiles at the two cats.
“I see Shaharazad spared no expense with you, did you enjoy them” he asks smiling at the young prince.
“I did, but” Mellyruna says and turns to them. How does he tell how he feels about them? He is not in love with them by any means but he hates to see them as just something to play with when he is board, when he turns back to finish his sentence Mecmed smiles and lifts his hand, there is no reason to explain, some things are better left unsaid.
“Love and pleasure do not always go hand and hand. Now if you do not mind I would like to take your attention to something else” he says and smiles at Mellyruna.
“Oh, and what is that” He says and continues to dress.
“It seems there is a small dispute in one of my towns, unfortunately it has been blown completely out of proportion and I have had to call in the army. I would like to see how you handle such things, to test your metal so to speak” he says and smiles at Mellyruna, yes, lets test his metal and see exactly what he is up against.
Mellyruna begins to think about it. This really isn’t his country and to think that he could handle such a thing so easily, well it would be nothing more then arrogance. However also by going there he might learn what kind of things set these people off and it might make it easier for him to form relations between the Denerith and Kainith elves. Smiling he nods, yes he should go, if nothing else other then to see the forces he may end up having to face.
“Good, then I shall meet you in the courtyard when you are finished here, and please make it quick, my forces have already arrived at the castle and I would like the dispute to be settled by you, not them” he says and turns walking away.
Mellyruna quickly finishes his dressing and then glances over at the table next to his bed, there still hanging on the leather cord is the wolf’s fang, with great care he gently takes it in his hand and holds it deep in his palm. Without a second thought he puts it over his neck and lets the cold fang gently touch his soft elven flesh. In all that he does he must remember his brother, remember those that are too weak to stand up for themselves. Taking one last loo
k at himself he smiles, he is dressed in the same armor and cloths that he was during the banquet. Last thing that he grabs is the huge eastern sword; it was one of the lords that told him it was called a Shamshir. He quickly straps it to his back and makes his way out of the castle to the courtyard, at first he thinks he will have a hard time looking for it, but as soon as he is out of his room two guards flank him and quickly take him to the courtyard where Mecmed is waiting. Mecmed is mounted upon a large red brown horse and is holding the reigns of a huge white warhorse. The horse has a cloth similar to the one draped over his shoulder, pure white with golden edges and embroidery. The reigns are also golden and the saddle a light tan. Without a word Mellyruna mounted the huge white stallion and both of them take off at a full gallop.
Without words the two ride for about half a day, soon they come to a small castle, much like the one he would think to see in the Denerith elf kingdom. Mecmed pulls his horse to a stop as he sees his men standing outside the gates of the castle. He knows that the lord is inside and now he wonders what is stopping them. Then he sees it, a huge man, easily the size of any orc dressed in dinghy gray plate armor. At his feet are the bodies of at least twenty of his men. He has heard of this warrior, a mercenary and one of the best his name is Orisk the bear slayer.
“Well here is a challenge for you young prince, the lord that is a problem is inside the keep, and this man seems to be the protection, none of my men seem to be a threat to him so, what is it you would do” Mecmed asks and looks over at the young prince.
Mellyruna thinks for a while, this is a huge man and the axe he wields is just as large, clearly he is a skilled fighter and the men are too afraid to challenge him any further. His father would tell him to use archers, skilled hunters to see if they cannot penetrate the visor of his helm. Gently he lets his right hand go to the fang under his armor. No. None of them are the right answer; he must face this man. If he is a prince and to be king of Ronin one day, he must show the men that he would never order them to do something he himself is not willing to do. Slowly he dismounts his horse and once off he tests the blade at his back, it is loose and will slide out of its sheath quickly and with ease. Putting his hand over his shoulder and on to the handle he walks up to the man. He watches as the army parts for him as he walks to the man.
“This is the best you can do now, are your men so afraid of me that they send this boy. Ha, he isn’t even enough to make a meal out of. Well come on boy and I shall make this quick” The man says and gets a good grip on his axe.
Mellyruna waists no time and quickly goes on the attack with the man. The sword rings from its sheath and quickly he is slashing and cutting at the man, the man is taken off his guard but still manages to block every blow with the axe making sure that nothing gets through. Mellyruna during the fight is calculating the man, measuring him up; yes he knows how to handle this. The man is good but cocky. Mellyruna quickly goes for a lung but it is extended too far and the man easily side steps, from the corner of his eye he watches the man raise his axe for a devastating blow. But this is exactly what Mellyruna wanted, the extended lung was just bait. Quickly he spins logging his blade deep past the armor on the man’s side and watches as blood sprays out. The man quickly drops to his knees, his axe falling to the ground. He screams in pain as his life’s blood sprays from him and onto the dirt. Mellyruna doesn’t even hesitate, and with a powerful downward strike he cleaves through the helm and deep into the man’s skull killing him. Without even a though he moves past the body down the halls, the guards see him covered in blood and know only one thing. This boy, this elf, he has defeated the great bear slayer, none of them challenge him, they only panic and run. At last he reaches the inner keep and pushes the thrown room doors open with both hands, the lord isn’t much older then him, just a boy. He is shocked to see this. The young elf has long dark hair and bright green eyes; he is dressed in clothing not much better then a commoner.
“So you’re the one he sent to silence the people, Orisk has failed me. Forgive me if I am not impressed” the young man says and steps to a window overlooking the land.
“What are you talking about, I am here for the lord, are you him” Mellyruna says shaking his head. Silence the people, what is this young man talking about, is there more that he should know.
“I am, as of a month or so ago… . well if you’ll excuse me, I shall not be going into the clutches of Mecmed” the young man says and before Mellyruna can say a word, he leaps for the window plunging himself onto the stone floors almost three floors below them. Mellyruna rushes to the window but it is far too late and as he looks down he can see the young lords body lying on the floors, his life’s blood flowing out of him like a river. The sight of it makes him wonder what could be so horrible that one would rather fling themselves out the window to there doom then face Mecmed. As he stands there staring at the at the young lords lifeless body he hears the door open. Quickly he spins around his blade ready for another attack. Once he sees that it is only another one of Mecmed’s soldiers he smiles and lowers his blade so that the tip touches the floor.
“Prince Mellyruna, Lord Mecmed is on his way to speak with you, I believe that Skorm and Neckity are with him” the guard says and with a bow leaves the room.
As he walks through the halls he smiles at what he sees. The battle has left many of the lords men dead and his men have already begun to ransack the castle. The fool lord thought that he could rally the people against him. Soon he is at the entrance of the thrown room. Smiling he opens the door and sees that Mellyruna is still looking over the balcony into the body of the once lord
“I know this must be hard on you, you have never killed before have you” Mecmed says putting his shoulder comforting the young prince. Yes he must be comforting; to wield this one he must be cunning.
“Orisk died for his loyalty to this lord, I can live with that, but… . he just threw himself off of the balcony, it makes no sense” Mellyruna says his voice confused and soft.
