Lineage

I came to a halt a small distance away from the entrance to the old, dilapidated fort the bandits had taken residence in. The ancient building was falling in on itself in more than a few places, with pieces of wood, rock, and rot dotted all over the once-proud construction. I took a quiet breath, looking at the different spots of damage and wear as not eyesores, but opportunities. The map I’d been given had scrawlings over it that explained what the Royal Guard thought the bandits whereabouts would be. It said that they kept so a second floor that was only accessible through the back of the fort that they kept extremely heavily guarded while keeping the ground floor, the main entrance, heavily booby trapped to either kill whoever entered or alert them to whoever had survived. With certain death being from the front door and probable death. Oh well, it’s like mom always told me:

“Sometimes it’s just more fun to go in the back door”

With that humorous thought and new item added to the checklist of “Things to do to Mom when I get home”, I made my way to the west wall of the fort, using misplaced bricks, worn walls, and jutting beams to rapidly ascend to the second floor, hearing several members of what I presumed was the bandit clan talking to each other. As I placed myself flat against the wall, I could see a large lantern hanging from a wooden beam with a joint, meaning that it would swing if I used it for such a purpose. I allowed a brief smile to come to my lips as I thought of how I’d handle the situation from here if there were more of them than I thought there were, flexing my wrist to extend my hidden blade briefly, cracking my neck, and making my move.

I leaped forwards, extending my arm towards the wooden beam. Thankfully it supported my weight and swung around, allowing me to see the four men sitting and standing in different positions around a campfire, with one of them positioned in an extremely convenient place: right in my line of descent. I released the beam, slamming the bottom of my boots into the back of his head and taking him to the ground with my full body weight, the impact alone knocking him out cold. The other men noticed the assault on their friend, swears and scrabbles for weapons erupting over the campsite as one of them rushed towards me with an axe held above his head. I jutted my wrist out and pierced through his stomach, causing him to stagger before I stood up and slammed my fist into his chin with a vicious uppercut that sent his head rocketing back. This allowed me to pull my blade out from his belly and ram it into his chin before slicing his throat with it.

I grabbed hold of his cloth shirt and threw the body at another man, drawing my sword with my right hand and moving forward again, catching an attack from a man with a short sword by stabbing my blade through his wrist and holding it in place before slamming my sword-clenching fist into his face, breaking his nose and sending him staggering back as far as he could before I brought my sword down on his impaled arm and cut it clean off, the flesh rending and the shearing with a fleshy squelch only followed by his scream of agony. I cut off the man’s pained wail by slicing through his jugular with my hidden blade, ducking to the side of the torrential torrent of blood as his bellow turned into a drowning gargle. I retracted my hidden blade and gripped my sword with both hands, swinging it with all my might to take his head clean off. Blood spurted violently from the stump as I kicked the body down, catching a low strike from the third man’s broadsword against my crossguard, headbutting him on the nose before taking a hand off my sword and repeatedly slamming it into his face. The assault caused him to stumble back before tripping over the log he’d been sitting on minutes before, allowing me to plunge my sword into his chest and twist forcefully, the sound of his ribs snapping off being right at home with the crackling of the fire.

I turned to the fourth man who stood there trembling in fear with what looked like an iron dagger in his hand before offering him a piece of advice:

“Go on in and get warm,” I said.

“Y-You’re sparing me?” he asked with a light in his eyes.

“Fuck no,” I laughed. “I just want you to be somewhat comfortable when I gut you and the rest of your friends.”

The man looked at me in pure terror, myself making sure to flash him a sinister grin before he dropped his knife and ran inside, screaming for his life and his friends to come and save him. I let a dark chuckle out and thought to myself:

“Luna was right. It is insanely fun to terrorise those that can’t defend themselves,” I smirked. “Now, to go about slaughtering the entire miserable lot of them and helping this Nekomata separate her head from her body.”

I rolled my shoulders and headed inside, hearing the sounds of frantic questions being asked and weapons being drawn. I chuckled quietly and broke into a sprint, seeing the lights of the dinner hall shine around the corner followed by a large amount of very angry, very well-armed men. I ran into the hall and leaped up onto one of the table, booting a wine barrell off the table and covering a few of them in sticky alcohol.

“You alright, lads?” I asked in an excited manner, both my heart pounding and my blood lust riling me up something fierce. “Tell me, you wouldn’t have happened to see a Nekomata ‘round here, would ya?”

“You’ve made a big mistake coming here, you little prick,” one of them snarled.

“Oi, I asked you a question, you cheeky cunt,” I growled. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to greet your guests?”

“My mother died,” the same guy spat.

“Probably out of embarrassment because you can’t be fucking civil,” I shrugged. The man roared in rage, sprinting up to the front and attempting to flip the table I was on, only to receive a leather boot to the mouth that knocked him flat on his back before I picked up a heavy clay bowl and threw it down at him, the bowl smashing both itself and most of his face on impact, being finished off when I leaped down and plunged my sword into his forehead, splitting it like a ripe watermelon with a sickening crack.

“Ooh…” I grinned. “That was a good one.”

“Kill the fucker!” somebody else yelled. The men I’d covered in the alcohol were the first to rush me… and the first to die. A mix of off-setting jabs to joints, eyes, and throats were enough to stumble them before I lopped off body parts and heads like a farmer lopped the head off a barley stalk. One of them attempted to throw a silver plate at me that I managed to deflect with my shield, only now remembering I had that for some reason, before I parried a blow from a heavy axe with the aforementioned shield and booted the man back into two of his friends, killing the three of them with a series of quick, precise slashes designed to slice through arteries. Though I thought that was slightly inhumane, so as they stumbled around with their wrists and ankles slit and gushing blood everywhere, I just beheaded them to make their passage to hell quick and relatively painless.

I was quite impressed at the quality of the Kairosteel blade I was wielding, the edge of the blade being almost as sharp as both my wit and looks (*snort*) as I diced through the helpless, amateur fighters with as much thought and effort as tying a simple knot, fountains of blood and organs spilling onto the floor as the amount of life in the room decreased as I became the best and sole “Life in the party.” After removing the skull of yet another helpless bandit, I realised I’d run out of cannon fodder to entertain myself with, a disappointed tut echoing in the quiet, blood-filled halls as I wiped my sword clean of blood on a clean rag and sliding it back into its scabbard on my back, not wanting the blood to dry and cause the blade to stick the next time I used it. I placed my hands on my hips, taking a deep, calming breath as I admired my handiwork of bodies, blood, and brutality.

“I can’t wait to go back to Luna and rub this in her smug, prick face,” I said. “Now, since our darling little thief isn’t in the pile, I’ve still got work to do. Now… I wonder where she-”

“F-Fuck!”

I blinked for a long moment, looking up at the sounds of violent purring and a headboard knocking against a wall.

“Is now really the time for that?” I asked, closing my eyes and using the super hearing mutation I’d gotten from Grael to listen to the sounds from the room upstairs to see what the situation was.

“Well… I can only hear one person’s breath and one person’s grunts,” I began. “So either she’s fighting a ghost on the bed… or she’s really giving it to herself right now…” I looked around the hall for a set of stairs, following Zane’s advice as I did so and rooting through all the pockets, pouches, and wallets these guys had on them to take their gold and valuables to sell at a later date. Being the honourable prince that I am, I was raised on a policy of “Waste not, want not.” Once my own wallet was sufficiently heavy, I decided to go look for the hot pussy upstairs, finding the old, rickety stairs that lead up to what I assumed would be the boss’s room. As I came up the stairs and leaned against the wall and looked into the doorway, I saw an enormous pile of gold, jewels, clothing, armour, and weapons that had presumably been “acquired” by the bandit troupe in their time here.

My attention was then drawn to the Nekomata that was furiously fingering herself on the bed on the other side of the room. As I examined her, it was clear she didn’t care about either subtlety or dignity in her life, as her enormous, pearl-smooth ass was held high in the air, her furry, blue tail lashing back and forth fast enough to make a whizzing noise as her soft, delicate fingers violently mashed in and out of her sopping wet, red-from-impact cunt. Her other hand was not visible, but I gathered that she was probably trying to squeeze her tits into a new shape if the treatment she was giving her vagina was any indication. I could smell her wet pussy from the other side of the room as he used her sharp fangs to gnaw through the bed sheets and grunts, whimpers, and purrs spilled out of her very fuckable mouth. I could feel my cock beginning to swell from the pleasant sights, sounds, and smells coming from the delicious-looking kitty and I decided that if she was going to die tonight, I’d make sure she went to heaven in some stretch of the imagination (vagina).

I pursed my lips and gave a loud whistle, easily heard over her furious fingering session, the blue-haired cat girl turning to look at me with a heavy blush, keeping eye contact as she fingered herself before screeching:

“Well!? Are you gonna stand there and gawk or are you gonna come over here and fuck me!?”

I obliged, of course, by stripping down to my thermal undershirt and bracers, one of which being the hidden blade in case she tried anything that might kill the mood, and walked over to the bed. I placed my finger under her chin, feeling her entire body shaking with arousal and excitement as I guided her towards the edge of the bed. Her eyes lit up brightly as she stared longingly at my throbbing cock, licking her lips hungrily as I moved my finger to her forehead and began to taunt her.

“Stay…” I said slowly, gently stroking my cock to entice her further.

“Kitty want…” she pouted, trying to move closer to the head of my cock only to be stopped by my finger.

“Stay…” I said again.

She whined even louder.

“Ready… okay!” I said, snapping my fingers and removing my other hand from her forehead. The cat girl launched herself forward, her warm mouth violently swallowing my monster cock as she began to play with herself again. Moans of lust and hunger vibrated through my cock as she vented her carnal desire, ramming my entire length down her throat and tonguing my balls as she reached the thick base. I gently gripped her fuzzy cat ears and began to massage the insides of them as she sucked me off, her purrs of pleasure making me smirk as her eyes rolled back slightly, her red blush coming on even stronger as she began to bob her head back and forth on my cock, guttural growls and snarls from her animal nature coming through as she played with her newest toy. I continued to stroke her ears as she moistened my cock, eventually pulling her head back and allowing her to wrap a hand around my thoroughly-soaked shaft. As she jerked off the base of my cock, she kept her mouth closed firmly around the head, sucking gently while looking up at me with her gorgeous cat eyes, her pure animalistic nature being displayed in her seemingly-glowing blue eyes.

After several minutes, I pulled out of her mouth entirely, much to her disappointment before changing her position again, getting her on her feet and bending her over onto the mattress. I gently massaged her thick ass as I placed my cock in-between her cheeks, gently rubbing the thick organ against her pillow of an ass, the Neko even managing to wrap her tail around my cock and assist in the action. I began to rub her asshole with my thumb, a shiver running down her spine at the touch as I applied pressure to her tight entrance. I pulled back after several moments and pushed deep inside her sopping wet cunt, her tight insides clinging to me like a jealous lover as I took a hold of her hips, gently bucking forward as she pushed her pussy against my cock’s thrusts, more gentle purrs coming from her throat.

“Harder…” she muttered, resting her head on her arms as she looked back at me, her long tail now having wrapped itself around my waist and hugging tightly. I nodded, squaring my stance slightly and grabbing further under her body, increasing my thrusting speed considerably and receiving a hot moan from the cat girl in the process. Her body was knocked forward with each subsequent thrust, the sound of strong, sweaty muscle hitting her thick, pillowy ass being easily audible in the dead quiet of the room, her tits beginning to bounce as I picked up the pace yet again.

“Holy… fuck,” she grinned, spreading herself out wider as she began to pant from the exertion. She began grinding herself against my cock to further increase her pleasure, her tight inner walls getting wetter and wetter as I fucked her, sweat now appearing on both our bodies as the physical factor began to take its toll.

“Y’know what?” she said, looking back at me with a horny expression. “I don’t want this to be gentle. Step it up a notch and make me fucking sore.”

“You sure?” I asked.

“Positive,” she grinned. “I wanna see what you can do, big boy.”

“Very well,” I nodded, tightly grabbing hold of her upper arms and lifting her up off the bed, her exclamation of shock soon turning to a moan of pleasure as I picked up the pace even further, ramming my thick cock right as deep into her as it would go, her enormous tits bouncing with each mighty thrust of my powerful hips that slammed into her fat ass. Her attempts to speak proved futile as she could barely formulate her thoughts in a brain that was in the process of getting fucked out of her skull. I took ahold of her thigh and slid my grip down to her knee joint, the cat girl understanding the message and pushing herself up straight, pressing her back into my chest and guiding my free hand to one of her huge tits, making me squeeze the huge mound of flesh as I fucked her harder and harder. I latched my tongue onto her neck and began to suck gently, the girl clapping her hand to the back of my head and pulling me closer, mewling and whimpering as her pussy began to quiver.

“I’m… I’m gonna cum…” she whimpered. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“Too bad I’m not,” I chuckled, grabbing hold of her other leg and lifting her off the floor, a yelp of surprise followed by her wrapping both hands around the back of my head as I bucked my hips forward, my cock hitting against her cervix as she clamped up tighter and tighter. Her huge chest heaved with each breath she took, her body now slicked with sweat as I fucked her past the point of orgasm, a catty scream tearing from her throat as she came, her hot pussy squeezing tighter than ever before as her entire body locked up completely. I didn’t stop ploughing her as she came and I instead continued to fuck her through her orgasm, allowing her thick pussy juice to act as lubricant for what I was gonna do to her next. I pulled out and set her down on the bed, her chest heaving heavily as she tried to get her breath back, her juices still flowing out of her twitching snatch and a heavy blush still remained on her beautiful face.

“Y’know…” I began, wiping some of her juice off my cock and beginning to probe her asshole. “You and I have something in common…”

“What’s that?” she asked, enjoying the sensation of my finger in her ass.

“We both like rare and valuable things,” I continued.

“Yeah?” she asked, looking back at me.

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “And finding an ass this big on a white girl is a very rare thing indeed. Once in a blue moon, even. It’s worth a lot, I think. Worth more than the contract I took out for your head.” Her eyes turned down at the mention, a heavy sigh leaving her mouth as she closed her legs.

“I had a feeling that’s what you were here for,” she moped.

“It is,” I nodded, pushing another finger inside her asshole and making her groan. “Or… it was…”

“Was?”

“Was.”

“Why isn’t it anymore?”

“I’ll tell you why,” I said, spreading her fat ass cheeks out wider and trailing a large amount of spit over her asshole. “Because I think that your ass is worth more than your head. I was sent here to claim your head… but I’d much rather claim your ass.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“And why d’you want my ass more than money?” she giggled, wiggling her fat butt enticingly.

“Because I’ve got a lot of money,” I shrugged. “But what I don’t got a lot of is white women with huge asses. You girls are few and far between, and that makes you worth so much more to me than a paltry three hundred gold.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Very well then, big boy,” she said, slapping herself on the ass with a loud crack. “Fill me up.”

“Good girl,” I grinned, petting her on the head as I removed my fingers from her asshole and guided my cock to her tight entrance. I heard her suck in a breath as I placed the thick head of my cock against her hole, still trembling from excitement as she gritted her teeth and waited for it. I spread her cheeks as far apart as I could before applying pressure with my hips, my wet cock pushing past her sphincter and being swallowed by her tight ass. The pleasurable feeling was immediate, partly because of the gratification of having one of my very few fetishes met in an actual experience, and mostly because holy fucking hell she was tight. A stupid smirk spread onto my face as I hooked my arm around her waist and used my other hand to massage her tits, my hips pounding against her rear as she moaned and swore loudly into my ear.

The bed itself began to creak violently as I continued to pound her ass, my vision going blue again as it had the first time I fucked my mother in a similar fashion, the urge to pound her harder and harder until something broke coming on stronger than ever as I continued to buck into her. Hot breaths came from both of our mouths as we were equally soaked with our own and the other’s sweat, latching my mouth onto her neck and beginning to suck her tender flesh with great force, my pleasure levels beginning to build as my cock plunged deep inside the Nekomata’s hot ass, her hands practically inside her pussy as she fingered herself, screaming into the bed as I fucked her harder and harder.

“I… I think I’m gonna cum…” she moaned in both pleasure and amazement. “It’s so good!”

The blue vision clouded my sight further and further, each passing second making my carnal desires harder and harder to resist, kicking the speed I was fucking her up several notches to an almost bone-shattering level, screams of pleasure and desire getting louder and louder as my balls began to swell, tucking against my body as I got close to cumming.

“I’m gonna cum,” I groaned into her ear, squeezing and tugging her nipples as I almost tore her asshole apart.

“Fill me up!” she begged. “Pump me full of your load!”

I gritted my teeth as I gave a final few thrusts, the cat girl breaking before I did and cumming, her pussy juice dripping down onto the bedsheets before my cock seemingly exploded, blasting her insides with the torrent of cum I’d produced, her wet tongue hanging out of her mouth as her eyes rolled back into her head. I kept bucking for several seconds, wanting to get everything I had into her as they blue vision began to fade and my insanity withdrew, continuing to cum until I’d pumped nearly two pints of cum through her organs and almost into her stomach, her sweaty body seeming like the most comfortable thing in existence as she wrapped her tail around me once again, both of us dropping onto the bed in a soaking, exhausted mess.

“... thanks for not killing me,” she said with a catty grin. “It means a lot to me.”

“Thanks for letting me fuck you silly,” I responded. “It means a lot to me.”

“I’ll pay you back for this some day, I swear,” she nodded.

“If you wanna find me and let me do this again, that’ll be more than enough,” I said, kissing her on the cheek. “I’m Richter, by the way.”

“Karra…” she returned. “It’s been a pleasure.”