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Feline Hunted

"Nobody on this land is free, Gleam. Not even me."

She listened from where she stood, his words, hurt, to say the very least. She knew of the horrors that befell many of the captured. But to hear those horrors put into words, to hear him speak of it, because he had seen it, she knew than that he had seen it. That was at least some of the darkness she had seen in his eyes. He has witnessed the horror first hand. Had that been what tipped his hand? What drove him to begin freeing the very ferals he captured? But... Did he not deliver them first to that hell, before rescuing them from it?

She shook her head. His words, her mind, all were a jumble now. And it was not a good jumble.

And she too, knew that they were not alone. Jakob was quite close by. And still moving. He was not advancing tho. It was obvious he was waiting to see who would win this little confrontation.

"All you humans want do do is fuck. That's what you said right? You think Jakob just came out here to say hello? Pretty sure if there wasn't more than fucking to me, I'd have taken you by now and done it in your own bed."

God DAMN he was confusing her. He was right, why had she not thought of that?

"I can handle Jakob" she spat back. She was brave, there was no discounting that. Could she handle Jakob, that was another matter. But, there was another, male, feline, also in the area. The Panther? She was not sure. She could not devote the senses needed to determine that, not right now.

"There are 8 ferals currently living on my land. I hope to add more. I know all their names. I know all their stories. I remember because its important that I do so. Its important that I never forget what I saved them from. That's what fuels me to keep doing what I do."

"Were you not the one who delivered them to hell in the first place, only to rescue them?" The question was more directed at the fact that Lucian was a Hunter at all, not that he had personally captured the 8 he spoke about. Maybe not those 8, but another 8. He had been hunting and trapping for a very very long time.

"Do you know why they're here, Gleam? Because you ARE a possession, and a prized one at that. One that will be hunted until the day she is captured or killed. And in the event that I lose today, our watcher intends to claim what I could not. And in the event that you kill me today......the word will spread."

"The "lord" of the land is dead. And hunters will be free to hunt here again. So tell me who is really free?"

That gave her pause, before she stepped out into the open to face him.

Did she have the right to change so many lives? She certainly did not want that particular responsibility.

"There is a difference between killing you and beating you, Lucian. I will not take the responsibility for so many lives. Our deal was that I beat you in this challenge. When the deal was made, I wanted you dead. I do not wish to see that now. But I want my freedom. NO, I have not been hung upside down and tortured, NO, I have not been made to mate a brother, NO, I have not had to fight to the death my own kinsman. But that does not make my freedom any less priceless to me. No, you did not rape me on site, and for that I respect you. But, Lucian, I am NOT a possession, I am Gleam. And if I beat you and one of the watcher's approaches, I will fight that one as well. That one, may die."

Again, she was not going to cower away, that was for sure.

"Now either put that fucking collar back on, or come at me. I've not got all night, let's get this over with."

"The time for words is done Lucian."

"If you intend to collar me again, it had best be in steel"

That, was a direct challenge.

She crouched down, she had no weapon, but neither did he. He was about to find out that despite her lithe, sleek form, she was a strong as the tiger that had fathered her.

She moved then, as his name slipped past her lips, low, into his midsection, using momentum, and her own strength, to knock him down, or at least try, to knock him off balance. Her fangs bared, she managed to rake along his jawline, drawing blood, and most likely, leaving a nasty scar. She was working on pure adrenelin, that and the deep seated fear that he would beat her, and this was just another bad mistake she had just made. Seemed when it came to Lucian, she kept making those mistakes, of course other than when she killed that band of hunters. There was no mistake in that. But that was with a weapon, and even tho she was sleek, and quite strong, Gleam was not a fighter. She never had been.
 
"If you intend to collar me again, it had best be in steel."

Lucian grimaced as her fangs grazed him, cutting deep. From the sting and the sudden wetness, he knew the blood now flowed down the left side of his face, could feel a shoulder spatter lightly with wetness......

He had been so preoccupied with her hands, that he had forgotten that her bite was her real weapon. Careless, but still......

She had rushed him, snarling, before he could even utter her name. It was that same momentum that he now used, his own actions having opened him up for the nasty slash he had taken. A thick hand closed around a slender, striped wrist as the palm of the other rose up to slam against her hardened midriff. The force of her rush easily carried him to the ground, but it carried her much further as he flipped her up and over........

He rolled as soon as his shoulder struck earth, rising with a snarl of his own.

"The next collar I give you will be my spend spattering your neck after I've finished with you!"

Of course it had been in vain. Of course she had landed on her feet, and was even now coming at him again. She was part cat after all. He couldn't treat this fight like he was battling Carl and the others. Hell....that bastard would have taken all afternoon to get up from a throw like that.

But at least this time he could remember where her attack was coming from. And when Gleam finally sprang......

Lucian threw up a forearm.....not in the least defensively......cramming his meaty appendage deep into her mouth, then doing his best to not scream as she bit down. Only her fangs tore at him and worried his flesh as again he used her own momentum to throw her, only this time straight down......his own ponderous weight following her to the ground. She had been so focused on causing him injury, the tigress-woman barely had time to think that releasing him might have been a far better thing to do.

Just like that first day back in her forest.....when she had snapped at him then twice.....he drove her downward hard. Only this time he could feel her teeth grate against the bone of his already scarred left arm as the impact carried into him as well. He was atop her with nothing but a thin scrap of cloth remaining between her and his maleness, her own shift having ridden dangerously high up her body during her sudden abrupt dual collision.

"Does it taste good?"

His voice was low.....a soft growl as he watched his blood pour into her mouth, felt it streaming down his neck.

"I think its about time I had a taste of you, Gleam."

A rough hand drove up and under her shift then.....touching her for the very first time. There was no doubt, no hesitation,......

And no way to retreat for her.
 
The first time he threw her, she had almost anticipated it, and easily turned mid air to land on her feet, well, actually it was more like all fours for that particular moment. The blood coated his jaw, throat, shoulder. The sweet scent filled the air.

But the second time, she had thought he would indeed go down and NOT take her with him. She was wrong, and when she hit the ground, and she hit it hard, the air was knocked out of her lungs. Given that she had her fangs sunk deeply into the flesh of his arm, blood spilling into her mouth, throat and over her own jawline, she could not even take that desperately needed deep breath to regain any sense of being able to breathe and function.

"Does it taste good?"

She had to let go, just in order to breathe, she had to. She had no choice, her own snarl gurgling slightly as she fought to fill her lungs.

"I think its about time I had a taste of you, Gleam."

She was fully pinned beneath the weight of him, he had the upper hand, and he knew it, no matter that he was still bleeding from his jaw and even moreso from his arm.

She was still gasping for air, when his hand pushed upwards, between her legs, the shift of a dress she had been wearing, torn and nearly falling off her at this point. Her gasp turned into a loud yowl as she struggled beneath him, her body writhing. "NO DON"T LUCIAN..DON'T" She thought she heard another growl, but then realized it was her own, low, deep gutteral. Desperate to throw him off her, she tried to arch her back upwards, tried to lift her hips to buck him off her, but it seemed he was ready for that, and it only served to open her legs even more to his assault, to his.... touch. It was almost electric when his fingers brushed the most intimate part of her. She went completely still at that second.

"DON'T" her voice was low, rasping. She was trembling, she could not still the quivering motion of her body. She could not get him off her, unless he shifted his weight somehow. Her body was wound, tight, ready to throw him as soon as she sensed he may even be the slightest bit off balance.

Meeting his gaze, her golden eyes were alight with the fire inside her. The tip of her tongue slowly licking the traces of his blood from her lips. It did not taste sweet to her. It was disgusting as far as she was concerned. But she was fighting for her freedom, she would do what she had to. Even if it meant maiming him.

"Your wounded, Lucian, badly. Get off me, NOW"
 
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The cry she made when he touched her was delicious music to him, though it was not the music he truly wanted to hear, that he craved. Still....she was so close, quivering and shaking beneath him, begging him, trying to dissuade him by reminding him of how injured he was.

Like he would forget who it was who had injured him. Who had challenged him at a place of her choosing, no doubt feeling too threatened to continue on to his cabin.

He continued to stroke her, his fingers having already moved past the point where a mere clenching of her thighs could deny him.....he made her feel every single rough thrill as he traced her delicate nether lips. The more she clenched around him, the rougher he got with her......he was not about to be denied. It was time Gleam was shown her place. She had challenged him again, and she had failed.

He'd be damned if he allowed it again.

The fact that she bucked and arched against him was thrilling as well. He could hardly wait to see her use her muscles in just such a manner as he claimed her.....or better yet, as she willingly surrendered herself to him with an intent to please......

Yes, she would require much training.

For a moment, he wondered what their watcher must think. He, she, or it, had yet to act. Not that he cared. This was his land, and everyone on it not only knew who he was, but had known his intention of finding and bringing back the fabled ghost of the southern forest. He highly doubted there would be any interference.

She had finally released him at least, enough to speak. The pain in his arm was intolerable. She had done some considerable damage, he was fully aware of that. But that in turn, only added to the fire that inflamed him, stripped away his usual consideration for compromise. She had done this, and would do so again.....and again.....and again.....until she escaped.....killed him......or was tamed.

He rose slightly, feeling her squirm beneath him, not surprised to find every single muscle in her body coiled to spring. She was fighting for her dignity as well as her vaunted freedom after all. So when she sprang, he let her move with impunity.....knowing she wasn't going to get far.

As soon as he'd been "thrown off", Gleam scrambled to regain her feet once more. It was at this point that he returned to her, brutally forceful as thick fingers tangled in her silky auburn tresses and forced her head back down. She was driven back to her knees as fast as she had tried to rise from them......a feral snarl of his own rippling through his throat, not once forgetting the shockwaves of pain that radiated from his torn forearm.

Lucian gave her bare ass a sharp slap, watching her reaction.....knowing she was now completely exposed to him despite her best intentions. Exposed and pinned, her face almost level to the ground as he leaned his weight into her just enough to ensure it stayed that way.

"Familiar with a position like this, Gleam? It suits you."

If she could hear anything with one ear pressed harshly to the ground......it would be the sound of his thin shorts pooling around his ankles.

She was moist and ready thanks to her heat......and now.....so was he.
 
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"STOP LUCIAN"

But Gleam knew he was not about to stop. The feel of his fingers, stroking, only served to stoke the fire of her heat. The scorching flames licking at the very depths of her. The tight slit that was her sex, dripping, slick, the warmth was radiating from within her, inviting. She yowled again, the sound melding into a growling that rumbled from the back of her throat. Panting, she knew that reasoning with him was over. Well past over.

When she felt his weight shift, she threw him, her body shuddering as she forced him off her and to the ground. She thought she had gained some sort of advantage, thought she had.

She was wrong.

Again, Gleam was not a fighter, even tho she was fighting at this very moment for her freedom.

She rolled and fought to get to her feet, but he was on her in an instant, fingers wrapping into her long crimson mane. She was forced forward and down, coming down hard on her knees, head hitting the ground. For a moment, the world swam, but she gained her equalibrium quickly once more. With her head to the ground, and her hips and ass in the air, it took Gleam only a second, a split second to realize just the position she was in.

The strike to her ass brought forth a snarling hiss of a moan. She clawed her fingers into the soft dirt beneath her, trying to gain purchase, but she could not. He held her easily. His words taunting, humiliating, stinging.

"Familiar with a position like this, Gleam? It suits you."

"Lucian.... LUCIAN... " But he paid her no heed. She used all the strength she had to try and push back and up against him, but she could not get the purchase or momentum she needed.

Not to mention, her own body and heat were working against her. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she went silent for the moment, the only sound her ragged breathing. Her sex, fully in view now, the lips swollen and pinked, warm to the touch. The dark, tight entrance to her inner most being, dripping with slick lubrication, as if beckoning him inside. She could feel the throbbing of her clit, pulsing with every panting breath she took.

The scent of her, intoxicating, sweet, permeated the entire clearing. If Lucian listened, it was sure that he would hear at least Jakob's deepened breathing. Truth be told, there were more than one watching, and actually considering intervening. The effect of her scent and her cries, the sound of her voice, the sight of her pussy, were close to driving them to at least try.

Gleam was panting, her entire form tense. She knew what was about to happen and was powerless to stop it. Closing her eyes, she bit into her bottom lip in frustration... and honestly, fear.

"Just do it, Lucian" she moaned low. "Just get it over with" She was ripping the ground beneath her to shreds, shaking, trembling. She was in no way giving up, she just knew she could not stop it from happening.
 
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"STOP, LUCIAN."

Defiance. Even now. Unintentional did not make it forgivable.

"Lucian.... LUCIAN... "

Defiance. Defiance. Could she see how hard her pleading was making him? And yet she continued to defy the most simple of orders he had given her from day one. She had lost. She had no right to defy him anymore.

The smell of her heat was even affecting him.....and he knew Gleam was ripe for the taking.....had been for days. She had been living on borrowed time, and now that time had run out. With a snarl, a shadow that had been creeping just a bit to close retreated just as quickly as he had noticed it. If the dared take him on, the prize beneath him now would escape in the melee no matter who killed who. Some of them were smart enough to see that, others refrained due to debts owed, others struggled harder with their lusts......and yet others weren't even hybrid, yet were an observer of a different kind.

"Just do it, Lucian. Just get it over with."

The hunter didn't let up on her for a second....she had already displayed her eagerness to run. And while her panting and soft whimpers were slowly driving him insane, Lucian had no doubt she would try again if given the chance......especially given her reaction when he came close enough for her to FEEL the full length of his manhood as it slid smoothly over her innermost thigh, just a fraction of an inch away from her dripping sex.

"I told you once before, you will refer to me as Master, Gleam. Every time you forget, you make things harder on yourself."

There was no gentleness in his voice. The usual softness had been killed by the pain that raged through him even now. Still, Gleam would experience a different kind of pain shortly......

She could feel him thrusting softly against her.....his human cock gently tracing along her velvet slit as her juices moistened it. It wasn't intentional, but it was effective.....at least until he could adjust enough to......

And then he felt it.....the swollen head of his desire catch softly on her carnal tunnel. The glade they were in fell silent......as if every soul were bearing witness.

Lucian started slow, he wanted to make this defiant bitch feel herself being taken, spread slowly apart until the barrier she was born with dared to stop his advance. And so he did, relishing every quiver, every soft whimper and dirty little moan as it slipped from her throat.

"You moan well, Gleam......I'm going to enjoy earning more of those from you."

And then he was there.....he could go no further, her natural resistance rising up to meet his invasion. And there he held himself, pressed against her last defense.

"You are mine, Gleam."

She felt wonderful just this deep, shivering around his cock, the ranger could feel her fear. It didn't matter anymore if she begged him, called him Master while she did so, made empty promises he knew she had no intention of keeping. Right now.....all Lucian wanted was to pierce her right now, to claim her prized innocence......and let the training begin.

"Bad pets must be punished."

With a grunt, he lunged forward hard, finally releasing his hold on her hair as he moved to grasp her hips instead though the action brought an agonized hiss of pain from him. It was pain forgotten instantly as he felt her wrap around his full length......she had him deeply......and he wasn't about to waste this opportunity.

Pulling back took little time and effort, but when he returned to her, it was with jarring force that sent his cock careening against her inner walls, burying himself deeper than he had with his initial penetration by far. The next, and he was pulling on her, forcing her hips back to meet his brutal lunge.......he could almost swear he touched an intimate spot inside her.

It only spurred him on......

He would hear her moan and growl for him as he forced her from child to woman. He would hear her whimper and cry as feelings unexplained swept over her. The hands on her hips relinquished suddenly as he leaned forward heavily, cupping her gorgeous breasts as he ground himself hard against her, rutting her dripping pussy with wild abandon, kneading her firm globes and tugging on her nipples as he continued to pull her against every turgid lunge.

He would show her who she was. Until there was nothing left to resist him.
 
The feel of his arousal... sliding slowly along her inner thigh... Gleam's breath caught. She was shaking now, beneath him, in utter fury, as well as that deep seated fear that had been swirling around inside her since the very beginning, the fear she had desperately tried to hide, from him as well as from herself. But, truth be told, his touch had ignited that fire deep within her and her quivering was her sheer desire flickering to the surface. All these emotions melded together and shook their way to the surface, bringing forth the shuddering of her entire form.

"I told you once before, you will refer to me as Master, Gleam. Every time you forget, you make things harder on yourself."

She could say nothing to his words, nothing would come out at this point, her voice lost to her, lost in the lust that surrounded both her and him. Her heat was so powerful at this point that even if she dared to try and speak, all that would make it past her lips would be her begging him to take her, and she was not going to do that... she hoped..

He sliding his length, tantalizing close to that most intimate of places on her, the one place none, save him now, had ever touched. And he made it all the worse, by ever so slowly entering her. It would have been better if he had just plunged within, tearing her, claiming her, raping her, instead of slowly, so agonizingly slowly, gliding within. The tightness that was her sex began to part, the muscles opening, grasping, the warmth enveloping him. Silken, spasming, grasping, around his shaft as he pushed his hips forward, her body accepting, embracing.

She was moaning, the sound nearly continuous, even tho she was trying to keep silent, it was not working. It would never work with her, if she did not cry out, she thought she would literally explode. But she managed, at least at this one moment, to keep those cries to that low, gutteral, growling moan.

"Ohhhhh godddddd" it slipped past her trembling lips as he penetrated just a little further. She had found her voice, he was enticing that from her as well, let alone enticing her body, her sex, her very soul. To her, it felt as if he were splitting her in two, the tightness fighting to part for the invasion of his long, thick member. The muscles gripping him, pulling, relaxing, pulling, relaxing, in time with her ragged, raspy breathing.

"You moan well, Gleam......I'm going to enjoy earning more of those from you."

Her snarl was his answer, but that snarl melted into yet another low, gasping cry of pleasure.

Gleam stiffened even more when he came against her virginal barrier. She was flush, the heat radiating off her in waves, along with the scent of their mating.

"You are mine, Gleam."

"Bad pets must be punished."

When he thrust forward, Gleam lifted her head and let loose a howl that sounded almost canine. The sound of her being claimed split the sky, reverberating, before slowly fading. Yes, it was the he searing hot pain that tore thru her, exploding at every nerve ending, that brought forth that sound, but even more so, it was his words, as he possessed he, her body, her sex, her pleasure, HER. All of HER. With that keening cry, she came alive again, with him buried to the hilt inside her.

Her entire body quivered, jerked, and began to move, back arching, the sound of her voice, screaming out, her sex smothering his hard length with a flood of searing wetness, slippery, dripping, the blood of her virginity coating the surface of his shaft and head as he pulled back, the silken grasp of her sex so tight that to pull back was nearly as difficult as first pushing inside her.

She was rocking wildly with him now, crying out with every plunge of his cock, every motion his hips. Her head thrown back, long waves of red splayed over her back, obscuring the striped fur for a moment, before she dropped her head forward again, snarling, gasping, and still that keening sound of her voice, never ceasing as he took her, laid claim to her. Her face was flush red, matching the lips of her pussy where they molded to his cock. In and out he moved, her hips meeting his every thrust, she riding his cock thru the pain and into the pleasure that only a mating such as this could bring. Her body drew him in now, glove tight, heated satin that caressed, kissed, the sound was wet, skin on skin, even thru the soft fur that coated her right up to the open lips of her pussy. Skin and fur damp in her heat, she shaking her head to send droplets of that dampness spraying out. She grasped the ground tightly with her fingers, seeking purchase, anchoring her body further for him, so that every mighty thrust of his hips were easily met with the reaction back from her own.

When he leaned forward, hands finding, caressing, laying claim to her breasts, his body pressing even more into hers, she felt the head of him brushing the inner most of her being, the very entrance to her womb. Surely he could feel the beat of her very heart thru that particular muscle, buried so deep inside her. The sensation sent waves of pleasure mingled with a deep convulsive pain thru her, tingling claws of electricity that touched every nerve ending, she trembling so violently against him that she could have almost shaken him off.

It was enough, that feeling of him, she impaled so deeply upon him, to send her careening over the edge, her climax coming so fast, and so hard, that she collapsed beneath him, gasping, panting, crying out again and again, as her sex released a pouring of moist scalding heat over his still moving cock, the muscles convulsing around his length, seeming to milk him, seeming to beg him to fill her, her voice adding to that carnal pleading....

"PLease... Ohhhh goddddsss... Pleaseeeeee........................................ Master....."

Begging for him to fill her, to mark her with his seed, deep in the inner most crevices of her body...

Shuddering beneath him, unable to control the sensations she was feeling, or the quaking of her body, she begged again... "Pleaseeeee"
 
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She accepted his teasing, his scolding, with no reply. Truth be told, he was enjoying her trembling beneath him, powerless save but to accept his lust and his dominance over her. More than once, she cried out into the evening air as he mated her hard. It hadn't escaped him that she had begun to move on her own, coaxing him ever deeper inside her, in search of all the sensitive spots hidden away in her clutching pussy that she didn't even know existed before now.

The night was filled with the scent of sex and coppery blood, more his than hers, to the point where he could smell it too. Just as he was certain those who watched them could as well......

A strangled cry, as Gleam suddenly sagged beneath him, shivering and trembling uncontrollably as she gasped for air. He was relentless, plundering her gripping pussy like the lust crazed man she had made him tonight, never once stopping to let her catch her breath. He could swear he had bottomed out in her once, and with every raging thrust, Lucian was determined to do so again.......her reaction had been priceless, as if she'd been struck down by lightning while she was still attached to his cock. The wild orgasm that rippled through her moments later had nearly cost him his self control as well......

But he wasn't done yet.

With a gentleness belying the rate he still pounded in to her, he leaned over her......his good arm wrapping gently around from behind.

"PLease... Ohhhh goddddsss... Pleaseeeeee........................................ Master....."

Could she feel him swell gently inside her tight folds as he heard her call him that? Could she hear his heart race just a little faster? She was his now.

She just needed to realize that fact too.

"Pleaseeeee."

He had been planning to stop. Had been planning to leave her hanging there before she had called out to him. It was a suitable torture for the ruining of his arm. But just as bad pets need to be punished.....the hunter knew that good pets needed to be rewarded. Just how good she was going to be remained to be seen however. Perhaps it was time for a simple test.

"They're waiting, Gleam......"

He cradled her now in his good arm, the other hanging limply as he continued to rock his hips against her, hissing softly as he drove deeply. If this was a test of stamina, he was going to lose, and lose very soon. Sooner than planned if she truly had submitted to him.

"Tell them who you belong to."

He waited, as if his entire world rested on this one moment. A moment that could blossom into something beautiful, or shatter like dropped glass. All he could do was torment her body, stroke her inner fire just a little more. His bad arm moved slightly, it was all he could do to just drag his thumb across the sensitive little button of her clit as she bounced along his thick shaft. Yet from her reaction.....the pain and awkwardness was worth it.

His lips found her throat then.....kissing, licking her soft fur, running his teeth gently across her soft, vulnerable flesh but not marking her....simply giving the impression that he had that power.

A soft growl heralded his patience coming to an end, a growl that echoed across the glade as a low moan of complete and total desire.

He pressed her into the ground hard.....spearing up into her with increased fanaticism as for the first time she felt him shudder. Not a tiny tremor, but a full body shudder that seemed to start at the base of his neck and run all the way down to his tailbone and the thick, heavy balls that dangled just inches away......

His racing breath came hot across her furred body, his face lifting just enough to murmur directly into an orange ear.....

"It's good that you like children, Gleam......because I'm about to make you carry mine....."

There it was again.....that forbidden little bump he had felt what seemed so long ago......

"I'm going to fill you full of my seed, pet.....until it drips from you......and if it doesn't take this time, I will continue to fill you until it does. Because you're mine.....and because I can."

His thrusts had become frantic, a soft growling could be heard from all around them, testament that their audience had stayed until the very end.

"Take my seed, Gleam.....and conceive!"

Lucian slammed himself with a hysterical cry one last time into her, pressing as deeply as her hybrid body would allow.....relishing her reaction.....as thick, virile jets of molten cream rushed from the end of his cock to coat her inner walls with yet another foreign sensation. It seemed forever before his climax came to a halt, pulse after creamy pulse forcefully planted in his new pet.......his mate......
 
Her body quivered with every hard, deep breath that she took as she lay there under him, his cock still deep within the now soaking, dripping slit of her pussy. She had closed her eyes for that moment, when she gave in and let the climax command her, let the orgasm roll thru her like the storm that it was. Before she could even open her golden gaze, she felt the tears, tears of pain, tears of pleasure, and tears of utter shame. He had bested her, he had won, had she even been able to give him a fight she wondered, in her haze??? Her mind had yet to grasp the damage she had actually done to him. She had been acting on pure instinct at that moment.

She would NOT let him see that she were crying, that there were any tears at all. It was with all the strength that she had left, as she lay there beneath him, to halt those tears for now.

He was still moving inside her, his hips still keeping that carnal rhythm when he leaned down over her prone form. She felt his arm encircle her and her eyes slowly opened. She had won the battle with her tears for now, and only if he looked closely would he see the wet streaks in her soft fur, but he was too busy with others things to see that, thank the gods.

She had begged him.... she had BEGGED... she could still hear her own voice, as she was climaxing, as he was ripping her orgasm from the very depths of her... her own voice begged him ....

"PLease... Ohhhh goddddsss... Pleaseeeeee........................................ Master....."
"Pleaseeeee."

Begging him to take her? Begging him to fill her with his seed, his cum, his climax? Begging him to collar her once more? Begging him to stop? Begging him for some word of compassion? What the hell was she begging him for? All those things???

Not even Gleam knew in that moment. She only knew that somewhere, deep inside her, she was begging him. She wanted him. Maybe... she needed him.

He now cradled her against him, their bodies nearly one they were so close. It was hard to tell where Lucian ended and Gleam began, save for the fact that she had striped fur. He was still within the grip of her sex, and as he held her, her damp fur covered back to his chest, her head resting to his shoulder, she was riding him, her hips rolling slightly forward and up, then down, as her pussy slid upon his length. The wetness of her orgasm soaking down over his balls to the grass below their bodies, pooling there. Each time she moved on him, she gasped. She would have cried out, but her voice was nothing more than a whisper at the moment.

"They're waiting, Gleam......"

He cradled her now in his good arm, the other hanging limply as he continued to rock his hips against her, hissing softly as he drove deeply. The angle they were both in allowed him to thrust into depths he had not gotten to before, filling her so completely, that if he pushed any deeper, her womb would open for him. She was staring upwards with her golden eyes, and when his words tickled her ear, his breath as searing hot as her own cum had been, she let a whimper escape her lips... She had never thought he would take her like this, do this to her.

"Tell them who you belong to."

Just as his commanding whisper faded, she caught her breath, her voice found again in full force as he found, and manipulated her swollen clit. "Ohhhhhh .. MMMMMMmmmmm.... Lucian...... MMMMASTER LUCIAN...".. the words came tumbling forth rapidly as he pressed that smallest of pleasure points. Her heart thundering in the chest, her breathing quickened back to a near frenzied panting. When she felt his lips along the now bared curve of her throat, she reached back, arching her spine as she did so, the sheath of her pussy around him actually tightening once more, her fingers finding and curling into his blonde hair, raking thru as she leaned back into him, riding the immense pleasure that he coaxed out of her. She was moving now, up and down upon his cock, bouncing as her body trembled.

"you... " the word came forth. "YOU... Master Lucian.... I.... Gleam... belong to YOU" the orgasm grabbed her and shook her as her emotions burst forth, once more tears slid from her eyes, down her cheeks as she came, crying out his name in a keening, lust filled cry...

"LUCIANNNNNNNN"

He pushed her forward again, her cries muffled back into the ground, he coming forth with her, still molded against her back. She felt his breath along her spine, sending shivers, actual shivers, racing thru her her fingers back to tearing at the grass and earth beneath her writhing body. She exploded forth yet another wash of her inner juices, the scent sweet, intoxicating, pouring around his still thrusting cock, slick, slippery, allowing him to move freely even more so, her body was made for him, it was that simple.

"It's good that you like children, Gleam......because I'm about to make you carry mine....."

"I'm going to fill you full of my seed, pet.....until it drips from you......and if it doesn't take this time, I will continue to fill you until it does. Because you're mine.....and because I can."

"Take my seed, Gleam.....and conceive!"

The words assaulted her. NO, NO NO, she did not want to bring a child, or a litter of children into this world. NO matter what he said about stealing and that it would not happen. Ferals, mingled species, were hunted. How could she bring a child into that???

But those thoughts were quickly forgotten as she felt him climax, she lifting her head to scream out once more as his seed, burning hot, flooded the very inside of her body. She shuddered against him, as he pumped his pleasure into her, her sex drinking him in as he did so, her own orgasm having just waning when he let loose his.

Once more she found herself back on the ground beneath him, unable to keep her head or body for that matter, up. Total exhaustion, so completely spent, that she lay there, the weight of him upon her, breathing deeply, trying to gain some kind of control, any kind, if there any control left to be gained. He too was panting, she could hear his labored breathing.

Labored...

Very labored actually.

It was then that she scented the blood. Too much, too sweet, to just be her own. It was then that she realized, he was injured, far worse than she had thought.

Slowly, still weakened, Gleam managed to extracate herself from beneath him. His shuddering climax had taken as much out of him as her own 2 orgasms had taken out of her. But that was because he had lost so much blood. His jaw was raked open, she remembered doing that. That wound, tho bad, had stopped bleeding for the moment, she had missed any vital veins or arteries.

His arm, was torn down to the bone. There was blood and flesh, and it was still actively bleeding. And it hung useless at his side. Gleam could not remember doing this to him, it had been in the heat of battle. But truth be told, she had badly hurt him, very badly.

Looking away... her voice was soft. "I'm.... sorry" she had not meant to tear open his arm that way. She had only wanted her freedom, not his blood.

"I will take care of him" a voice came from the surrounding darkness. When had the sun gone down? Gleam thought to herself. And who was that?

From the shadows emerged a doe, a pretty woman, a deer/human feral. Older, more than likely somewhere near the age of Gleam's mother perhaps. She was tall, as tall as Gleam, a long mane of chestnut brown, with a few streaks of white, her body covered with the tawny brown of a deer, but it was her eyes, deep, large, and filled with a softness, a compassion, and wise. Very wise.

"I am Suru" she bowed her head lightly to Gleam. About her throat, a leather collar, much like the one that Gleam had once worn "I am the healer here" She saw the look Gleam gave her, and again nodded with a slight smile. "I serve Master Lucian as a healer, and I do so by mutual consent"

Suru was not about to explain any further, Lucian needed tending to.

"It is too far to get him back to his home, I will treat him here, we will move him in the morning" It was clear that there was no arguing with the healer.

Suru turned to Lucian.

"Well, you sure made a mess of yourself, Master Lucian....." she shook her head "again... And I thought the bear had done some damage. This girl got you right to the bone. Don't piss her off again, ok" It was clear that there was a level of respect and maybe even love that Suru held for Lucian. Gleam wondered just what their relationship was.

That was answered a moment later.

A Male Stag/Human appeared. Gleam, had not scented him, she had been too busy trying to wrap her mind around everything that had just happened, including Suru.

"Jakob, and Harlan have left" the Stag grinned. "Not that they wanted to, and hells bells, I had to keep them from attacking each other, they were both so worked up over......" he glanced at Gleam and smiled big ..."well, now I see why... cougars and panthers don't get along as it is, add a female, in heat, and mating, and things get, well volatile... to say the least.. but nothing I can't handle" He turned and looked at Lucian. "What.. again? What a mess, you need to keep your arms out of the mouths of others, Master Lucian"

"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners. I am Dakar. Mate to Suru" He bowed deeply, and he wore the same leather collar.

"I will keep you safe from Jakob and Harlan. And any of the others that decide to come sniffing by." he grinned. "They know better than to mess with me"

It was then that Gleam noted the crossbow slung across the Stag's back.

Lucian did have friends, that was for sure, she thought to herself.

"Now, Master Lucian, let's get you cleaned up" Suru took no notice that the human was naked, or that Gleam was about as naked. She and Dakar had witnessed the entire event, having been sent for by another of the witnesses, tho they did not name whom. It took them much less time to get to where Lucian was at a full out run, then it would take him getting back to his keep on the horse at a trot. They were part deer after all, and deer were incredibly fast.

Gleam, sore both inside and out, exhausted, still in her sex filled haze, curled up, covering herself as best she could, until Dakar, seeing that she was uncomfortable, offered his vest for coverage, which Gleam gratefully accepted with a nod, but she hesitated for a moment, remembering words he had uttered, several days back, "you will clothe yourself only when I permit and only what I give you"... She turned toward him, watching Suru as she tended to the very injured Lucian. He was quite preoccupied with his injury, and perhaps the mating, the all out rutting he had just taken part in, that Gleam took the vest gratefully, slipping it about her naked form, but a moment later, his words ringing in her ears, she actually took it off, and handed it back to Dakar. Instead, she moved to the shadows, where she could feel a bit more...covered...and it was from there that she watched.
 
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The adrenaline was gone, and with it, the limiter blocking his pain and exhaustion from both fighting and ravishing his lovely tigress. Try as he might.....he couldn't move.....could hardly breath. He was still conscious, but his vision swam at odd times. He could feel Gleam extricate herself finally from beneath him......could smell the aroma of her well fucked pussy as she took her feet, though he couldn't even be sure if it was in fear or defense. If she tried to run now......he would never catch her. Hell, he might not even get up again. Deep down, Lucian knew he'd lost far too much blood.

But she had done it. Cried it out into the night. Just who her master was, who she belonged to now. In all his years, he'd never experienced a thrill quite like he did hearing that......

"I will take care of him."

The hunter's eyes closed for a moment as the two women talked, the introductions quick and formal. A soft nudge of a sandaled foot brought him back to semi awarness again.

"Suru....."

"Well, you sure made a mess of yourself, Master Lucian.....", she shook her head, "again... And I thought the bear had done some damage. This girl got you right to the bone. Don't piss her off again, ok?"

He wanted to talk more, to say something, but right now it seemed all he could do to just lay there and breathe. He was tired......he wanted to sleep.....

He lay there, silent as death itself save for the gentle stirring of his chest as he drew breath. He was only partially aware that another had arrived on the scene.....Sulu's mate, from the sound of his voice. Yet the recognition seemed so detached. He could feel shame, letting them find him like this.....naked and completely defenseless. Had they been amongst the audience watching? Had they heard Gleam's cry?

A soft smile. He hoped they had. While they had found each other in the wake of their sudden freedom at his hands, Lucian had always been alone. The ranger's eyes closed again briefly as he thought of all the women and hybrid females that had offered themselves to him......but none had been what he had been looking for. A few had been good enough for a lone night of debauchery and wine, but they had all woken up to find him long gone come morning.

A soft whisper....

"You're not sorry."

If only he could have seen all the eyes turn towards him. His tired smile would have only widened further. Perhaps when he was of a more clear mind, they could one day ask him the meaning of his words. But there was no mistaking the good humor in his growing delirium. The healer frowned softly as she traded looks with her mate, the impressive rack upon his brow nodding sternly against the evening wind as he kept watch.

"Now, Master Lucian, let's get you cleaned up."

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Almond shaped eyes narrowed into fine slits as they watched nervously. The idiot human had actually done it. And though she would never admit it......she had become terribly aroused watching the two of them. Such things were never permitted so publicly in her society......and this had been the first time she had witnessed a feral coupling. If she hadn't been so ridiculously far away, perhaps one of them would have scented her arousal.

Harlan certainly had as he had slunk away, his fur blending right in with the night sky to render him almost invisible to even her eyes. They hybrids were few yet, and so far, they had integrated well into the forest. Especially the two that tended to the ranger lord now. The one known as Sulu had learned exceptionally quickly.......for a moment, she thanked her god that she had been right to send the two of them. What had initially started as a welcoming party, had turned into something much more meaningful.

Sharp hazel eyes roamed over the newest of their number, and for a second, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she took in the tigress' firm curvature. Her kind rarely presented breasts that large, and though she knew that their size did nothing for their fundamental use......she couldn't help but feel somewhat inadequate as a hand drifted across her own, more petite, leather clad chest.

All this was taken in from a staggering distance. Her people had lived among animals and nature all their lives. Staying out of the range of ones rutting so openly was something she'd learned as soon as she was able to move from tree to tree. Not even the ferals bothered to give chase to her, whether she was "in heat" according to them, or not. They couldn't catch her.....or any of her kind.....at least they'd yet to meet one who could.

When she spoke in whisper, the syllables came out in singsong fashion, melodic in nature....and almost arcane in power.....silently, she noted her brother detach from another tree and retreat the way they had come. Her father would be expecting a report, which in turn would no doubt be passed along to their chieftain.

The elves would want to know about these changes around them.

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Suru muttered something softly under her breath as she reached up to tenderly caress the underside of the mare's long muzzle. The creature in turned leaned forward to gently lip at her neck and snort softly as the cloth of her gown tickled its nose.

"Yes, love.....you've served him well. You'll find a stream where you can drink without predator just in that direction. But you've been there before haven't you? You know where it is."

A warm smile as the horse whickered softly.

"Yes, he'll be alright. And though, she's a little uncertain, I'm sure our tigress friend will be as well. Go and drink, I'm sure you're tired, just return to us tonight so we don't worry, ok?"

A gentle bobbing of its long shaggy mane, and the mare slowly ambled off in the direction it had been pointed, Suru turning finally to regard the now peacefully sleeping Lucian.

"Really. Jamming his arm in your mouth like that? Effective I suppose, but how reckless can a man get? Humans can be so impulsive sometimes. Dakar?"

The stag nodded in response, "There are no further threats. We are safe for now."

The druidess kneeled gently beside the stricken hunter, "Let's just hope it stays that way. Jakob and Harlan won't get involved now. She's been mated properly. If either of them disgraced Lucian like that now, I'm pretty sure the other would be outraged enough to kill them for the slight."

The mighty stag simply nodded in stoic silence. The bandages in place, the spells she did know having been cast, the doe-girl could finally turn her attention to the woman who waited so anxiously in the shadows. Suru hadn't missed her eventual rejection of the clothing she had been offered, though she hadn't the foggiest reason why. She had accepted them initially......

"It's safe here. Come. Sit with friends."

Suru patted the ground right next to her, next to her bedside vigil of the injured.

A soft bob of her head, and a kind smile.

"I've heard much of you through Lucian. But not a name. Never a name. Could you help me fill in that important blank?"

Her attention turned back to her patient as she listened, her mate no doubt doing the same. Neither would forget this day for as long as they lived. To them both, it was second in importance only to the day they had found the locks on their prison cells open, no guards in sight.......

"He will live. My magic has stabilized him, though he will need much more if he ever plans to use that hand again. He's lucky he didn't give you his wrist to destroy, Gleam. The nerve center there would have been unrepairable. As things stand, it will heal. His jaw will scar.....his arm will scar terribly, but if he's lucky, it will heal and will be usable again one day."

The soft spoken doe took a small chance, reaching out slowly, letting the tigress see her intent to touch as she sought to stroke a soft-furred cheek.

"All this for a dream. Its too bad his dream had to clash so violently with your own tonight. But I think you will both be stronger for it. Do you suffer? Are you left in need of healing as well? Please tell me."
 
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It was funny, but it never crossed her mind to run at this particular juncture in time. It just did not. One reason was, she was quite sore from what she had just endured, and secondly, more than exhausted, both physically and mentally. If she had run, more than likely she would have been captured again very quickly, and perhaps not by Lucian.

Did she still want her freedom? Hell yes. But the stakes had changed, and gaining her real freedom now, was going to me much more difficult than just running away... He had bested her, he had claimed her, claimed her inside and out. Even now, as she sat there in the darkness of the shadows that obscured her from view, she could feel his seed, his spent seed, still inside her, mingling with her own.

When Suru so gently patted the ground next to her, Gleam felt confident enough to finally emerge. Lucian slept close by, she glancing at him with a worried, and sad, golden stare. She had not meant to hurt him, really... had she?

Had it been her way of proving that even tho he bested her, he won, she was not weak, that she had put up a hell of a fight and deserved respect???

"It's safe here. Come. Sit with friends."

"I've heard much of you through Lucian. But not a name. Never a name. Could you help me fill in that important blank?"

Gleam nodded in return to the beautiful Doe-woman. She was truely a beauty, Gleam thought to herself, so poised and calm.

"I am called Gleam. My mother named me such because of the gleam of mischief she often saw in my eyes." She smiled at that. Thoughts of her mother always made her smile.

"He will live. My magic has stabilized him, though he will need much more if he ever plans to use that hand again. He's lucky he didn't give you his wrist to destroy, Gleam. The nerve center there would have been unrepairable. As things stand, it will heal. His jaw will scar.....his arm will scar terribly, but if he's lucky, it will heal and will be usable again one day."

Gleam followed Suru's eyes back to Lucian.

" I did not mean to maim him like that." she said softly, shaking her head slowly. "Instinct, I am thinking I clamped down on pure instinct, I do not remember tearing into him like that, down to the bone"

When she turned back, Suru was reaching toward her. For a moment, a growl started in her throat that she quieted almost as fast. Suru meant her no harm. When the Doe's hand touched her, Gleam actually leaned into the caress, letting her eyes close...

"All this for a dream. Its too bad his dream had to clash so violently with your own tonight. But I think you will both be stronger for it. Do you suffer? Are you left in need of healing as well? Please tell me."

"A .... dream.... ??" Gleam blinked, looking at Suru. "To possess me was his dream?" She still found that very hard to believe.

"me? No... I am ok. Bruised a bit, and ... well.... " she blushed, looking down for the moment... "sore. Very very sore, but I am ok" She looked back at him, again shaking her head. In reality, Gleam had not realized just how agile and strong she was, or that she could do such to a human, what she had done to him. Shooting Carl, and the other hunters with the crossbow was entirely different.

Then, another thought suddenly crossed her mind.. His last words to her...

"It's good that you like children, Gleam......because I'm about to make you carry mine....."

"I'm going to fill you full of my seed, pet.....until it drips from you......and if it doesn't take this time, I will continue to fill you until it does. Because you're mine.....and because I can."

"Take my seed, Gleam.....and conceive!"

She was still in heat. What if.... what if his seed took hold?? The idea made her own belly tumble. Again, all because she worried about the fate of any child she may bear, whether that child was Lucian's or another Feral. Yes, she wanted children. She always had. But what Lucian had spoke of, the torture, the torment, the enslavement of ferals, that had convinced her that children for her would never happen.

Could she trust Suru?? Could she trust the Doe to end a pregnancy if one should occur??? At the moment, Gleam had no idea if his seed had or would take hold, she would have to wait, wait and hope it did not, or hope that the calm, caring Doe and her Stag would understand and help her if it did.
 
"To possess me was his dream?"

The massive stag behind her snorted softly. If the tigress turned, she'd find that the initially offensive sound was actually the creature's soft laughter.

"No, Gleam. His dream was to find a worthy mate."

The night's silence claimed them both then.....broken only by the soft sound of the evening's crickets in the grass around them. Their dry wings singing softly to the hybrids as they stirred unseen.

"We may owe him much, Gleam. But do not think we would watch and let him rape another of our kind without consequence."

A soft frown and she adjusted the damp cloth on the man's forehead. She had traveled herself to the spring to soak it in its chill waters, nodding greeting once more to the mare whom had begun to forage among the juicy reeds and riverbank plants.

"But a mating. That is part of our lives. This we can allow."

Her lightly colored brow furrowed softly as she considered the two of them for a moment before speaking.

"He calls you a pet, and in truth, you might be. But are you his only pet?"

The doe's hand reached upward, short fingers tracing the leather of her collar gently. She knew full well that the tigress noted the movement.....

"This....this is not his."

The rumbling sound of her mate behind her calmed her nerves. Dakar had not spoken for a while now, and she had begun to worry that something might be distracting him.

"That was the cost of her training, miss. Suru gladly accepted a master's collar again in exchange for knowledge of healing magics and herbal lore. I accepted the collar....well....because I'm her mate. And where she goes, I will follow."

Another soft snort from the husky stag.

"You no doubt wonder then why we call Lucian master? Its because he's most likely one of the few humans we've met who just might be worthy of the title. We both offered to serve him when he brought us here. Suru was broken, and badly in need of someone to serve. I in turn, knew that if she served Lucian, he would never claim her body. And as such, I would never be disgraced as her mate."

The stag stared into the night....taking a deep and heavy breath.

"He refused. I wanted to kill him."

He turned then, his dark eyes boring into her own as his majestic antlers turned her way.

"He showed us the way to the druids here. Did he mention the glorious elven city that exists in the forest here? Its all up in the trees! But the druids tend to these trees, so they can usually be found down on the ground......if they want to be found, that is. It was there that we found our new Master.....and Suru has slowly been regaining her strength ever since. She's not wild anymore, Gleam......but perhaps she's become stronger as a result."

"Dakar....."

The doe girl blushed softly beneath her light fur. Perhaps it was time to change the topic.

"I'm glad you are well. It confirms my suspicion that Master Lucian wishes to take good care of you."

A wry smile, and a strangely naughty wink suddenly, as one who understood.

"And that soreness.....isn't exactly unwelcome, is it? Your heat should already be subsiding. It will pass within the next day or so. Such is the natural cycle of things."

"You are his. Be glad you found yourself a human who respects that."

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Lucian stirred slowly. He was cold, but not uncomfortably so. He hurt terribly, and the day's events slowly unfolded before his waking mind once more. It was no wonder he had morning wood.....at least.....he would have if it were morning yet. The sound of Gleam's frantic cry had replayed in his mind for what seemed like hours as he ripped yet another orgasm from her shaking, needy body.

"Master Lucian.... I.... Gleam... belong to YOU."

It had played on in his mind over and over like an epiphany, a breakthrough that must never be forgotten now that it had been achieved. Every single muscle in her body had drawn tight.....had cloaked him like a glove and demanded his lust every bit as much as it accepted it.

He had seeded her. Deeply. During her heat. The thought made him shiver slightly, a shiver that had nothing to do with the evening air.

"You shouldn't think naughty thoughts, Master Lucian. Not in the condition you're in."

"Suru...."

The doe girl nodded, stepping into view where he could see her. And where the druidess was, her mate was no doubt close by.

A concerned frown colored her otherwise docile features as she regarded him.

"Gleam...."

"Asleep. You wore her out with that mating. You're lucky I'm not in heat or you'd be dead right now from blood loss. After watching that, Dakar wanted a piece of me as is....."

A glance to her left and a soft smile.

"I'll be tending to him later. But first, we have a wounded man to deal with."

She kept her voice low, so as not to disturb the finally slumbering tigress.....

"She stayed with you right up until she fell asleep. She's to your left, if you're worried."

Lucian rolled his head in that direction. She was close. Close enough to reach out and touch......he wanted to touch her......

Searing pain in his left arm stopped the motion almost as soon as it had begun, and he flinched, his teeth grinding to keep from crying out. It earned him another reproachful look from the druidess.

"I'm nowhere near done with that healing, Lucian. You know I'm not as strong as Master yet. I've yet to master the spells he's taught me so that I can move to the next tier."

She knelt then....brushing a stray lock of dirty blonde hair from his eyes, the much larger shadow of her mate falling across him as he gazed on in concern.

"We'll try getting you home in a few hours when she wakes, ok? You've both had a rough night......and no doubt both of you need your rest. I'm sure your return has been noticed across your land. We should get you back in time to meet any emissaries that are sent."
 
"No, Gleam. His dream was to find a worthy mate."

That made more sense, and actually made Gleam feel better. Now, a human woman may have been insulted or put out by that remark. For Gleam, it made her feel better. It had made no sense to her that he had fixated on her like that, fixating on finding a mate, that made sense to her.

But then again, a worthy mate? What made her, of all things, a tiger feral, a worthy mate for a Human???? There was a question...

Gleam quietly listened as Suru spoke.

"We may owe him much, Gleam. But do not think we would watch and let him rape another of our kind without consequence."

"But a mating. That is part of our lives. This we can allow."

She nodded ascent. Gleam could not watch such a thing either, that was true. She had seen it, from afar, when she could do nothing to help or intervene, because of distance and the number of Hunters. It sickened her, as it sickened Suru and her mate. No, what had happened between her and Lucian, may have looked like rape, and it certainly was forced, but it was a mating, and Gleam knew that.

"He calls you a pet, and in truth, you might be. But are you his only pet?"

Gleam blinked at that. Did he have others in collar? To be honest, she had not considered that. And she was not sure how to even feel about that. Others outside of Suru and her mate that is....

The doe's hand reached upward, short fingers tracing the leather of her collar gently. She knew full well that the tigress noted the movement.....

"This....this is not his."

"I... I thought it was" Gleam said. "I am sorry for misunderstanding" She hated it when she made the wrong assumptions. When she was nervous, or tired, she tended to do that.

"That was the cost of her training, miss. Suru gladly accepted a master's collar again in exchange for knowledge of healing magics and herbal lore. I accepted the collar....well....because I'm her mate. And where she goes, I will follow."

Gleam glanced from Suru to Dakar... The love that flowed between the two was thick in the air.

"You no doubt wonder then why we call Lucian master? Its because he's most likely one of the few humans we've met who just might be worthy of the title. We both offered to serve him when he brought us here. Suru was broken, and badly in need of someone to serve. I in turn, knew that if she served Lucian, he would never claim her body. And as such, I would never be disgraced as her mate."

"He refused. I wanted to kill him."

Again, Gleam could see the love that flowed between the 2. It was something that she herself, had always wanted to feel, but never thought she would. Tiger ferals were so rare, and she had never entertained the idea of loving anyone or anything else. She didn't even know if she would ever find or love a Tiger.

It was not until Lucian, had that thought of loving a human, of all things, entered her mind. The thought surprised her. Had he sensed that in her? Was that what made her... worthy???

"And that soreness.....isn't exactly unwelcome, is it? Your heat should already be subsiding. It will pass within the next day or so. Such is the natural cycle of things."

"exhausting, Suru, it is more exhausting than anything."

"You are his. Be glad you found yourself a human who respects that."

Gleam left that comment unanswered. She was not even sure how she felt, other than tired. There was a shadow of shame that colored her thoughts, shame that she had succumbed, but was it so bad? She had nearly torn his arm off, yet she was unmarked, save for the few bruises she encountered, not much more than that. She was sure, as she lay down close to where he slept, that he had purposefully NOT hurt her. Surely he could have. She had seen him fight. She had seen the scars.

And Suru's comment, about finding a human who respects what is his. Gleam knew full well that many humans shared their ferals with others, it gave them pleasure to watch them mate another, whether the feral wanted to or not... He had more than emphatically stated that no other would touch her.

Gleam actually stayed awake for some hours after, quietly contemplating, thinking, and speaking with Suru and Dakar. It wasn't til well after midnight that she drifted off into that exhausted sleep, just to his left, within touching distance. She felt the Stag lay his vest over her before turning to murmur softly to Suru.

Later during the night, she thought she heard them making love, mating, but she could not be sure, she could have easily been replaying her own version of her and Lucian...

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The sun was well up when she finally roused from her needed sleep. For a moment, she forgot where she was, and sprung up, eyes wide, alert, wary, the vest that had been covering her falling away. Why would she be sleeping in the open?? She would never sleep in the open. Never.

But she heard voices, and smelled food, and the rumbling of her own belly told her she was downright starved. It took only a moment for her to realize where she was, and why she had fallen asleep in the open. The Stag, he had stood guard. He was the first one she saw when her just barely awake eyes focused. But it was Lucian she heard, his voice was so familiar to her, even after only a couple of days. Her golden gaze found him a moment later. He looked better, rested, but she knew he was far from back to normal. She had really done a number on him, she just wished she could remember doing it, but nope, nothing.

"<yawn> ... Morning.." she said, yawning and stretching, her back arching, head laying back to splay her long red mane down the curve of her spine, her breasts, full, pink nipples just a bit ripe, pointing skywards as she languidly let her body stretch out. She had not even realized the little display she had just put on. It was just her... stretching. The look on the Stag's face, near priceless, told her that perhaps she had gone a bit too far.

Suru was holding back the slightest giggle at the little display, she had seen the look on her Mate's face too. Gleam was female after all and her heat had not ceased as of yet.
 
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The remaining trip back to his cabin seemed to take forever in the awkward silence that hung about them. Lucian wasn't used to being escorted anywhere, but this time he had a feral on either side of him.....with another to come.

His sigh was soft but audible, especially as it rippled across Gleam's fur. At least he still had her close......

"Relax....."

Dakar had lowered his antlers once more, his large eyes wide and fixated as he positioned himself between the mare that carried Lucian and Gleam. A few steps carried the quiet druidess around to the source of the problem as well.

"Harlan....."

A shadow rose up from the tall grass, though it was as clear as day. The panther hybrid's fur was inky black and well cared for, shining with a glossy look as he nodded.

"You know you shouldn't be here."

Sky blue eyes focused on Suru before an aggressive shake of his head brought it back to Dakar and the deadly barbs he presented him with.

"Why? We both know its over. And you both know me better than to think I would take a claimed female."

As he rose, the panther lacked the signs of arousal that had been so prevalent with Jakob the afternoon before. Even the stag hesitated slightly.

"Poor Dakar. Has Suru not taken care of you yet? Only what....an hour or so to go and the two of you can go have your fun."

There was no kindness in the panther's tone, just a simply stated observation. Still, it had an effect on the stag who seemed to flush just a little and lower his impressive rack just a little more.

Intelligent eyes swept over them both then, held for just a second by the human who gazed dauntlessly back at him, and then again, by a tigress female who did just the same. It was unnerving. He was used to being feared. It was what kept him alive. Those who feared him stayed away from him. At least....that was how it had been before he'd been captured......

Unlike Suru and Dakar, there was no collar on the panther hybrid. Nor would he ever allow one to be placed there again. Slowly, he crept forward.....until Dakar's angry snort halted him.

"That's enough, Dakar. I only came to congratulate them."

The stag's eyes widened slightly, softening just a little, yet he refused to raise his natural weaponry.

"They've found each other. It's cause for celebration, not more bloodshed, you dumb deer. I realize you're overprotective, but when have I been less than congenial to you?"

Another soft snort......and the stag slowly began raising his bulky head.

Harlan sighed softly, glancing at Suru who looked visibly upset.

"Aw...now look at what I've done. He sees you like that, and he's gonna get mad at me again. I'm sorry, Dakar....I didn't mean to call you dumb, I was just.....frustrated. I mean....we've lived here together for how long now? Finding you treating me like that was well.....kind of offensive. Now last night.....yeah, I'd understand last night....."

His glance swept over them both once more. Contrary to belief, he had NOT watched. He had heard more than he had wanted to, but in order to maintain any semblance of self control the panther had slipped quietly away into the night.

"Now, seeing as how my getting close is not permitted, perhaps Suru could introduce me? Then I'll get on to delivering my message."

A moment later and all introductions were made.....a sharp fang filled grin and a polite nod was the panther's response to being finally introduced to Gleam.

"Ah yes....as promised. I really didn't mean to hold the four of you up this long, but Lucian's got company at his cabin. Figured I'd let you know so they don't get the same reaction that I did."

Even Lucian reacted to that, turning in the saddle and glancing in the direction of his cabin out of reflex. It was well over an hour away yet, and there was no chance he'd actually see it from here.

"Just be glad you don't drink much, Lucian."

A soft chuckle as both his deer companions turned in askance towards him, the panther simply matching his amused smile.

"Yes....yes I should have known. I did leave that to you, didn't I, Harlan?"

A simple nod and a wider grin.

"Yes you did."

He could feel the confusion among the rest of them, so the ranger felt the urge to elaborate and put them all on the same page.

"Harlan's saying we've got one or more dwarves waiting to have a chat with us. And if I had any ale in my house, it would have been commandeered by now."

A soft throaty purr......the dark feline's chuckle.

"They brought their own this time, Lucian."

"Fuck."

Another good reaction from his friends.

"Wonder if I'll have a cabin left to return to. Let's be off. And thank you, Harlan."
 
The mare slowly moved, taking each step cautiously. She knew that Lucian was in pain, and not yet healed. She knew she had to take it slow. With the softest of whinneys, she moved along. She was well aware of the way home, no guidance needed.

Gleam sat first, astride the mare, with Lucian behind her. As it should be. She had wanted to sit behind, to be able to support him, but that was not how he wanted it. He was the Master, she was his pet, she sat before him, it was that simple. She could feel, scent, that he was still weak from loss of blood. And again, she could not believe that she had done that to him, that the fight had been so intense for her to tear into flesh that way. She knew, she knew at the very core of her being, that he had spared her, spared her a brutal beating, and probably spared her a even more brutal mating.

It was only a moment later when Gleam went tense, scenting the Panther before Dakar spoke his name.

"Harlan"

"You know you shouldn't be here."

Sky blue eyes focused on Suru before an aggressive shake of his head brought it back to Dakar and the deadly barbs he presented him with.

"Why? We both know its over. And you both know me better than to think I would take a claimed female."

Gleam was growling. She did not like that Panther, nor did she like the Cougar. She wasn't sure why. She had not liked the Cougar even before she had been mated, that had nothing to do with her dislike. Her golden eyes focused on the Panther, watching his every move. He was not aroused, that was a good thing. But that did not put her at ease, at all. Part of it was the fact that still, Gleam did not like being surrounded by so many, the Panther, Suru, Dakar, and Lucian. To her, this was a crowd, and she was beginning to get very uncomfortable.

She listened as Harlan claimed to come to offer congratulations. She still thought that was odd, but did realize that since Lucian had effectively marked her, in the very depths of her, than she was off limits to Harlan, unless Lucian permitted it. It was as if one Gladiator were congratulating the other on the conquest. Gleam was not sure she liked that all that much, but she stayed silent, but her gaze never left the panther.

"Now, seeing as how my getting close is not permitted, perhaps Suru could introduce me? Then I'll get on to delivering my message."

A moment later and all introductions were made.....a sharp fang filled grin and a polite nod was the panther's response to being finally introduced to Gleam.

She nodded in return, but when he took a step closer and she thought he was going to reach out, she snapped "Do not touch me Panther". It was a warning that she was done being touched, Lucian had done enough of that and still was. She could only tolerate so much, she just was not used to all this.

"Ah yes....as promised. I really didn't mean to hold the four of you up this long, but Lucian's got company at his cabin. Figured I'd let you know so they don't get the same reaction that I did."

Gleam did not quite understand the little exchange between Lucian and Harlan then, until he explained...

"Harlan's saying we've got one or more dwarves waiting to have a chat with us. And if I had any ale in my house, it would have been commandeered by now."

A soft throaty purr......the dark feline's chuckle.

"They brought their own this time, Lucian."

"Fuck."

"Wonder if I'll have a cabin left to return to. Let's be off. And thank you, Harlan."

Gleam watched as the Panther seemed to just disappear into the shadows. She could hear his footfalls, if she concentrated, and she still had his scent. That did not fade for more than a mile, his scent was rather potent.

"Dwarves?" Gleam had never met any dwarves. She heard about them. Knew about them. She did not know that they, along with the humans, had hunted the "ghost of the wood" the female Tigress as well.... But what did they want?

"Luc....." she stopped, taking a deep breath, biting at her lower lip. "Master Lucian, why do the dwarves seek to speak to.. us? er... You?" She wanted to ask if it was about her, but how could it be? He only just claimed her last night, and why would that even be important. She was his pet after all, not the lady of the house. Well, Gleam still hated the idea of being called or referred to as pet. But, he had bested her fair and square, and claimed her, she was too honorable to just run from that. Maybe she wanted to. She still wanted to be free, but for now, she would, well stay... She wasn't sure she really had any choice, but in her mind she still did. She could be wrong, but that was her way of ... dealing with it... for now...
 
Lucian smiled inside though he kept his face amiable enough. Gleam's reaction to the hybrid panther had not been favorable. A line had been drawn, and it was a line that Harlan knew well....

He watched her shift and squirm, even growl nervously a few times as she watched them all.

"Dwarves?"

A few eyes strayed toward her then. At least this time she wasn't openly hostile. If anything Lucian found Gleam's distinctly cat-like curiosity refreshing.

"Short folk. The men and women of the earth. I'm not surprised you've not heard of them, Gleam."

He didn't find her lack of knowledge in the slightest amusing. Instead, he reached around her then to gently run his good thumb up and under her furry chin, tilting her neck back just a little and of course, pressing her against him.

"We live outside of the mountain. The dwarves live inside it."

He leaned down and gave her collarbone a soft kiss, moving an inch upward to grace the curve of her neck with another seconds later.

"They're miners, craftsman, and heavy drinkers. Two things you should know.....never try and out drink a dwarf. You'll lose. And if fighting one? NEVER strike it in the head. Doesn't matter how hard. You're only going to royally piss it off."

"Master Lucian, why do the dwarves seek to speak to.. us? er... You?"

His heart sang as he caught her correction. She was learning, submitting.....and for a moment, he completely forgot to voice an answer to her question.

"Quite frankly, I've not the foggiest. They're very reclusive. Its odd for them to come out of their fortresses. Yes....full fortresses, battlements and everything. I can't help but think this is a bad sign."

"Sorry about that, Lucian.....we're ready to go."

The hunter nodded in acknowledgement to Suru and Dakar, the four of them continuing instantly now that the panther had gone his separate way.

His cabin was large, but simple. Each log had been carefully cut to fall into place against its brother, the cracks between sealed up tight with sticky pitch that had long ago lost its sense of smell. There was a lack of animal hides or anything else that would mark him as a "trapper." Yet the stack of cordwood that rose next to the quaint building spoke of days not spent idle.

"You will do well to continue doing the things I told you, Master Lucian. And remember that your arm is not to be let out of that sling for a full week. Understood?"

Smiling, the doe and her mate parted ways with them, headed east. Their job was done for now. The elves would be at least....slightly pleased that the worst had been averted.

And just when things seemed to be back to normal, the front door of the quiet little building exploded open in anything but quiet, rustic fashion.

"Bout time ye got here! Been waitin fer ya for three days now! By the ancient one's bloody bugbear blasted beard! Ye went and gots yerself a woman?!"

Short he was indeed, barely clearing four foot tall. Yet for his lack of stature, anyone could see that his biceps and musculature was at least time and a half what Lucian's was.

And just as he had gotten used to the fact that a tigress hybrid was in his presence, the stocky little man colored dangerously beneath a long and braided salt and pepper beard. If it weren't for that beard, Lucian might have never known what color his hair had been. He was bald as a baby's rear end.

"What's this then?!"

His noticing of Gleam, had been more than polite. It had been exuberant, in true dwarvish fashion. But even Lucian recoiled a little bit as the earth man before him spat his disgust onto the ground.

"Who did such a thing?!"

Silence. Lucian was honestly confused.

"Your arm, ya damned fool. Ye gone and busted it all up! Gonna take more than one keg now to be keepin ye from feelin THAT."

Lucian really wished he could have seen Gleam's reaction.....known what she was feeling right now. Even he thought this might be a little too much for her, too soon. And yet......the dwarves were an important ally. The fact that he just might know how to diffuse this......

Lucian pointed right at Gleam.

"She did it. What's the matter, Thurgaard? Never have a tussle with the old lady back home?"

As aggressive as he had seemed a moment ago, the dwarf staggered back a step, struggling to keep his composure as his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

"E-excuse me....."

It wasn't a question. The little man promptly turned, and stomped right back into Lucian's cabin. He emerged a moment later with a steel helmet on his stout little head, the horns of some great beast mounted on its crest. Without further ado, he marched right up to the two of them, completely ignoring any warnings they threw at him. Fortunately, he stopped short, not so curious as to actually reach out and touch, but inspecting for a good long minute or so......Lucian.....Gleam......the mare.......the saddlebags and the crossbow that hung there suggestively.

"Eh, ye could have done better."

That was bound to get a reaction. But it was Thurgaard's next words that made him wonder if Gleam would attack......or have a more......humorous reaction? The tigress had been under a lot of stress, especially from last night. At this point it was impossible to predict what she might do.

"She's got fur, aye. And a pretty head o' hair too. Good for you, Lucian. But lass....ye've NO BEARD."

To make matters even more confusing or perhaps funny, was the genuine look of sadness in those rheumy looking eyes as he said it. As for Lucian....having known the man for all these years, seen all the facial expressions he truly thought a dwarf could make......

The clearing filled with the sound of his laughter. Gods it felt good to laugh again. He only hoped Gleam wouldn't try and kill him for it.
 
Dwarves?"

A few eyes strayed toward her then. At least this time she wasn't openly hostile. If anything Lucian found Gleam's distinctly cat-like curiosity refreshing.

"Short folk. The men and women of the earth. I'm not surprised you've not heard of them, Gleam."

He didn't find her lack of knowledge in the slightest amusing. Instead, he reached around her then to gently run his good thumb up and under her furry chin, tilting her neck back just a little and of course, pressing her against him.

"We live outside of the mountain. The dwarves live inside it."

She had heard of dwarves, at least to some degree, she just knew absolutely nothing about them.

Gleam let her eyes close at the touch, letting her head fall back at his insistance. It was a light, gentle touch, and actually seemed to relax her. When his lips followed, she tensed, just slightly. She was not used to being.... touched like this. It felt good, she could not deny that, but the stimulation was beginning to wear on her. And to be honest, she was about ready to just sleep.. alone... for the next 3 days, not that he'd let her.

"They're miners, craftsman, and heavy drinkers. Two things you should know.....never try and out drink a dwarf. You'll lose. And if fighting one? NEVER strike it in the head. Doesn't matter how hard. You're only going to royally piss it off."

Now why would she even think to hit a dwarf in the head?? She found that whole scenario kinda funny, and actually chuckled. Yeah, she had been through alot, and it was showing.

It seemed he did not know why the dwarves had invaded his cabin. Strange, if she had found anyone in her den, she'd be pissed off and more than likely chasing them the hell out of there. Her den was.. well... hers... or at least it used to be.

"You will do well to continue doing the things I told you, Master Lucian. And remember that your arm is not to be let out of that sling for a full week. Understood?"

Smiling, the doe and her mate parted ways with them, headed east. Their job was done for now.

Gleam nodded to both Suru and her mate. She genuinely liked both of them, and was sad to see them go. Healing was something that had always interested her, and maybe, she could learn from Suru at some point. She also had to smile, because they were no more than 20 feet away when the Stag leaned over to whisper something to Suru and she giggled, leaning up to kiss her mate, a kiss that turned heated rather quickly. Gleam wondered how far they would get before rutting on the forest floor.

"Bout time ye got here! Been waitin fer ya for three days now! By the ancient one's bloody bugbear blasted beard! Ye went and gots yerself a woman?!"

Short he was indeed, barely clearing four foot tall. Yet for his lack of stature, anyone could see that his biceps and musculature was at least time and a half what Lucian's was.

Gleam looked down upon the little, but quite stocky man, and hell bells, he had more hair than she did. It was everywhere, and most of it was dripping with something that just smelled downright foul to her, making her blink and turn away for a moment.

"What's this then?!"

"Who did such a thing?!"

Silence. Lucian was honestly confused.

"Your arm, ya damned fool. Ye gone and busted it all up! Gonna take more than one keg now to be keepin ye from feelin THAT."

Keg? She had no idea what a keg was. But if that was what they were drinking... and what, Lucian would drink that too?? The thought was repulsive to her, but she just stayed silent. She had no clue whatsoever how to react to the little hairy man. And he talked so fast, and his words ran together. He was just hard to understand.

"She did it. What's the matter, Thurgaard? Never have a tussle with the old lady back home?"

What?? Wait....

Gleam was about to say something, but the look on the Dwarf's face was just... priceless.. and she started to laugh, her body shaking slightly against Lucian. He was cute, in a dirty sort of way. She was not really sure what to make of him, but he seemed harmless enough. Of course she had not seen all his buddies as of yet, but she could hear and..... smell them.

"E-excuse me....."

and he marched back inside... when he emerged... a moment later with a steel helmet on his stout little head, the horns of some great beast mounted on its crest, he marched right up to the mare where Gleam and Lucian were seated. Her laughter ceased, and turned quickly into a growl. She did not like being approached like that, so close, by something that smelled as he did. She did not see him as a threat, but she was still antsy from all that had happened.

"Don't....." she snarled at him, but he stopped short of touching her.

"Eh, ye could have done better."

"She's got fur, aye. And a pretty head o' hair too. Good for you, Lucian. But lass....ye've NO BEARD."

For a moment, she just blinked. She went silent and just blinked. Then she burst out laughing.

"Thurgaard, you have enough hair for all of us" she quipped back, smiling down at the Dwarf. She liked him. He pulled no punches, he was genuine, and even tho he smelled awful, Gleam knew, for some reason, that he could be trusted.

When Lucian started laughing, well, that actually relaxed Gleam even more. She had been so stressed, and the laughing helped to relieve alot of that stress. She wondered if the little guy thought they were laughing at him. She hoped not. She had seen that sad look in his eyes, sad because she had no beard. That just made her laugh all the harder.

"Sweetheart" she finally said to the Dwarf.. "I have enough fur, in all the right places, I don't need anymore." she winked at him then. Yeah, she was quite comfortable around the little guy, quite comfortable, of course, except for the smell.

"I am called Gleam, and I am very pleased to make your aquaintance, Thurgaard" then she did something that probably shocked the hell out of Lucian. Gleam slid off the horse, to her feet, standing before the Dwarf, she bowed a greeting, a show of respect. She had NOT done that with anyone else. But unlike Fynn, whom just rubbed her the wrong way for some strange reason, Thurgaard, she liked him right away. Call it, animal instinct.
 
"Thurgaard, you have enough hair for all of us."

Again the stocky little warrior sputtered, his ruddy face coloring red all the way to the tip of his bulbous nose.

"That's enough, lass. Ye'll give him a big head is what ye'll do. Specially when we both know he's balder than a bone daemon neath that skullcap."

A second dwarf stood silently in the doorway, grinning beneath her own thick blonde beard. Fortunately, it had been similarly braided, so they all could see the pouty lips split into a wide grin beneath. If not for the musical lilt to the voice, despite a curiously gravelly tint to it.......one might have mistaken this one for a male too. At least.....until the dwarf removed her own helmet and let her curls spill out.

"She says she's got plenty o' fur for ye, Thurgaard. Yer gonna be leavin me fer this one then?"

That shook the male right out of his stupor, the coloring in his face this time something other than a blush.

"I said she don't have no beard, woman!"

And just as quickly as the tempestuous rage seemed to start, it died down as he looked at her, just standing there smiling.

"Sides......nobody made better fer me than you, Glenda. Not no hooman girl, not no beast girl, and certainly NO ELF GIRL. Now ye GOT THAT?"

With a soft chuckle the newcomer swept forward, planting a moist kiss right on that big, thick nose of his.

"Got it, love. But by the ancients are ye fun ta tease!"

Again, a much softer but more sincere blush......as the suddenly timid Thurgaard ambled slowly back into the cabin, muttering something under his breath about women. In his stead, Glenda gave them both a polite nod, and a much better view of her beaming smile.

"Now then. I hope yer not upset after we borrowed yer cabin for a mite. If ye are well, I hope yer hungry. I was in the middle o' preparin some meat that nice lil elven lass dropped off here fer ye. Won't be done fer a while, but cookin boar's our specialty, so I promise it'll be worth the wait!"

The dwarf woman also took a moment to give Gleam a look over, her smile never once wavering.

"Ahhhhh.....pretty one that ye be, lass. Might ye know how ta cook? Could use a hand in the kitchen so ta speak? If not, perhaps ye know a song or two? Would help me while away the time while I prepared the eats."

Lucian chuckled softly. At least this was a welcome that Gleam seemed a little more receptive to. Still....an explanation might be in order.

"Glenda is a bard, Gleam. She travels the land when most other dwarves would rather hole up in their mountain. Wish Harlan would have told me that. I'd have been a lot less worried."

A short burst of musical laughter as the dwarf woman's head rolled back, her stocky body rocking slightly from the force of it.

"Aye, the dark one's got a sense o' humor too, ye know? I'm sure he put it in yer head that all my cousins and brothers were here tearin up the place. Nope. Its just me and Thurgaard.....oh.....and the ale. Cannae forget the ale."

It was her turn to approach, though she'd done her inspection from afar. Her eyes were clear where Thurgaard's had been cloudier.....there was no problem with her vision.

"My question is.....how do ye get by makin her ride like that, half naked as she is? Don't ye know she's gonna be so sore ye won't get anythin out of her for days? Come dear, let's help ye down. Ye gotta be tired. Know ye don't know me from any other, but Lucian and I been old friends fer a long time. He just don't get to see me often is all. So when I do come to pay visit, I damn sure stay here till he gets home!"

"AW GOTS THE ALE READY!"

The bellow from the house sent Lucian into another soft round of chuckling, as he himself slowly and carefully slid down from the mare. It was much harder to do with one arm.

But hey....if he did hurt it again.....he was sure he wouldn't feel it for much longer......
 
To say the very least, they were animated. That was for sure. And, lo and behold, the female DID have a beard. Gleam was shocked, but she managed to hide it well. The 2 of them obviously shared a deep love for each other. It was a little more... randy... than Suru and her mate had shown, a little more.. out on the table, so to speak. They were actually kinda cute, and Gleam could not help but smile at them, as they playfully bickered at each other. She could have watched them all day, they were that entertaining.

"Now then. I hope yer not upset after we borrowed yer cabin for a mite. If ye are well, I hope yer hungry. I was in the middle o' preparin some meat that nice lil elven lass dropped off here fer ye. Won't be done fer a while, but cookin boar's our specialty, so I promise it'll be worth the wait!"

The dwarf woman also took a moment to give Gleam a look over, her smile never once wavering.

"Ahhhhh.....pretty one that ye be, lass. Might ye know how ta cook? Could use a hand in the kitchen so ta speak? If not, perhaps ye know a song or two? Would help me while away the time while I prepared the eats."

Gleam had no clue about cooking, to be honest. She could roast a rabbit over an open fire, but she could eat it raw as well. Other than that, all veggies and fruits were always consumed raw and unprepared. And, Gleam was not sure how long she could stay in the enclosed place, given the stench of the ale, or whatever that foul stuff they were drinking was still in there. Just the idea of being in an enclosed building , 4 walls surrounding her, reminding her of a cage, made her a bit nervous. Her den always had the wide opening. But, again, she would trust Lucian, she had to.

"I apologize, but I do not cook. But, yes, I do know a couple of songs." She wondered if Lucian knew that about her. That she could sing. She had her mother's voice. Gleam remembered her mother singing to her as a child, her voice was angelic.

She listened as Glenda spewed and sputtered, hell she never really stopped talking, except to take a breath, and laugh, a real hardy laugh that it was.

"My question is.....how do ye get by makin her ride like that, half naked as she is? Don't ye know she's gonna be so sore ye won't get anythin out of her for days? Come dear, let's help ye down. Ye gotta be tired. Know ye don't know me from any other, but Lucian and I been old friends fer a long time. He just don't get to see me often is all. So when I do come to pay visit, I damn sure stay here till he gets home!"

Gleam had been enjoying just listening to the banter, so she was caught a bit unawares when it came back to her. She had to wonder if she had that utter look of surprise on her face. She was sure she did. She could feel her cheeks blush, that was for sure.

She slid off the horse once more, taking the same respectful bow to Glenda that she had with Thurgaard.

"AW GOTS THE ALE READY!"


The shout caught her off guard and she nearly stumbled backwards.

"Are you always this loud???" she could not help but quip, shaking her head slightly as her ears were ringing a bit. Lucian's chuckle made Gleam chuckle as well. This was quite the home coming, she was sure.


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Now is the month of maying,
When merry lads are playing, fa la,

Each with his bonny lass
Upon the greeny grass. Fa la.

The Spring, clad all in gladness,
Doth laugh at Winter's sadness, fa la,

And to the bagpipe's sound
The nymphs tread out their ground. Fa la.

Fie then! why sit we musing,
Youth's sweet delight refusing? Fa la.

Say, dainty nymphs, and speak,
Shall we play at barley-break? Fa la.


It was nothing more than a little, sweet, lyric that Gleam's mother had taught her. She had always loved singing it as a child, when she was doing chores or just chasing the butterflies out in the field. It seemed perfect for entertaining while Glenda finished with the roasting boar.

The Dwarves and Lucian for that matter all seemed to love it. Especially Thurgaard, who had taken quite the shine to Gleam.

Glenda, as she bustled about the small kitchen, took to humming the song along with Gleams singing, and that produced quite the happy sounds coming from the home.

"More.. More" Thurgaard bellowed, drinking down yet another tankard, his eyes ablaze with the ale that flowed thru his veins. He was smiling from ear to ear.

Drink... Drink was what Dwarves did really well, and Lucian was not so bad either.. The Ale, that she would not touch. And as they drank more and more, she was not sure how much longer she could stand the smell that permeated the room. Plus, she did feel very... caged... but she kept that to herself.

"Another, please" Glenda smiled

"OK, this... was a lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was really little"

She took a deep breath, and her voice softened, as the words flowed, so beautiful, they floating in the air before her.

Lullay lullow, lullay lully,
Beway bewy, lullay lullow,
Lullay lully,
Baw me bairne, sleep softly now.

I saw a sweet and seemly sight,
A blissful bird, a blossom bright,
That morning made and mirth among.

Lullay lullow, lullay lully,
Beway bewy, lullay lullow,
Lullay lully,
Baw me bairne, sleep softly now.

A maiden mother, meek and mild,
In cradle keep, a knavë child,
That softly sleep; she sat and sang.

Baw me bairne, sleep softly now.

Lullay lullow, lullay lully,
Beway bewy, lullay lullow,
Lullay lully,
Baw me bairne, sleep softly now.


As the last of the words faded, Gleam looked away. The memory of her mother fresh in her mind. She shook her head, the treasured memory fading..

"Do a love song" Glenda prodded. "You must know one" She was sitting next to Thurgaard, smiling, holding his hand.

"A..... Love song" she quietly said, thinking for a moment. She really only knew one. She had learned it as a child, from a traveling minstral, who had hidden the fact that she was a mix as well, altho she looked almost completely human. Gleam had never known her name, but she had loved the song the moment she heard it and begged the minstral to teach it to her.

No more talk of darkness
Forget these wide-eyed fears
I'm here
Nothing can harm you
My words will warm and calm you
Let me be your freedom
Let daylight dry your tears
I'm here
With you, beside you
To guard you and to guide you

Say you love me every weakening moment
Turn my head with talk to summertime
Say you need me with you now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you

Let me be your shelter
Let me be your light
You're safe
No one will find you
Your fears are far behind you

All I want is freedom
A world with no more night
And you
Always beside me
To hold me and to hide me

Then say you'll share with me one love,
One lifetime
Let me lead you from your solitude
Say you want me
And you need me
Beside you
Anywhere you go, let me go too
That's all I ask of you

Say you'll share with me one love
One lifetime
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me,
Each night, each morning
Say you love me
You know I do
Love me, that's all I ask you
Love me, that's all I ask of you



There was quiet when she ended the song, Glenda cuddling with Thurgaard and smiling warmly to Gleam.

"that... was beautiful" she quietly whispered.

The room had grown warm, with cooking, ale, and the good spirits of all. But Gleam, still being part animal, wild animal at that, began feeling, uncomfortable. Part of it may have been that very song she had just sung.

"Master Lucian... I... I need fresh air.. May I please go outside?"

She knew she had to ask. If she disrespected him in front of the dwarves, he would not be happy. Gleam would not do that. She hated the thought of having to ask for something so basic, but she knew, that was how it was going to be. She pushed that thought aside then, not wanting to consider what the coming days may bring.

It had been a good day with the Dwarves, and that was what her mind focused on. She would deal with the coming days one at a time.
 
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If Glenda had been surprised, the diminutive bard certainly didn't show it. But Lucian on the other hand.....had been completely shocked and astounded almost the second Gleam opened her mouth and burst into song. Of all the talents she could have honed in her time in the southern forest, this certainly hadn't been one he had been expecting.

Still. She kept his company happy, though he doubted she even realized how truly happy Glenda was, nodding along to the song. Her keen eyes never once left the tigress as she sang, and Lucian knew that look quite well.

She had found a new song. And it was up to her to memorize it.....and pass it along some day. The very fact that the dwarf woman didn't join in with Gleam spoke volumes to Lucian. Never had he seen her remain silent during a song.....except for when she didn't know the words.

"Nicely done, lass." The dwarf sighed softly, rising off of a sturdy couch where her mate had his arm around her, and moving to check the tenderness of the cooking meat again. The delicious smell was growing to be more than enough to push the scent of ale away. And for the first time, Lucian's stomach growled. How long had it been since he had eaten? Not since those strawberries Gleam had left him two days ago......

"Quite the lilt to those words, lass. The brogue indicates the song may have originated in Killarney Isle. O' course, it could just as easily been a dwarven lullaby. But the fact that yer not o' dwarf descent leads me ta think the former. Either way, twas nicely sung."

The meat spun on the spit over the cooking hearth, another thin sheen of sugary glaze applied.

"Master Lucian... I... I need fresh air.. May I please go outside?"

Lucian frowned softly, though he was hardly displeased. More concerned than anything. Still....it suited his purpose just fine, especially now. He had some things to discuss that he didn't care for her to hear......especially his second item of business. Gleam had already submitted partially to him, and though he could see that a part of her could still fight him, she still needed to be rewarded for her behavior up to this point towards him.

"Dinner will be ready soon.....don't be too long, ok?"

He watched her depart in silence until the door slowly closed behind her. Even then he waited, both the dwarves doing the same, not really knowing what was going on between them.....at least one of them having a guess.

"Did you bring it, Thurgaard?"

The stumpy little warrior nodded, jerking his head towards a rough leather parcel resting near the hearth where Glenda worked.

"Dagthar thanks ye fer yer business. Paid him well enough e' dinnae mind that it took him o'er a year ta complete."

Lucian opened the smallish back, hearing the soft metallic clinking from the contents and smiled. He didn't have to pull it out to realize it was perfect, and made to his specifications.

"Happy was he?"

The now thoroughly relaxed dwarf lazily tilted his head back as he poured a huge swig of ale straight down his throat before coming back up for air.

"Aye. Plenty happy."

"Then perhaps he'd like to continue working for me."

A stout hand reached upward, plucking the helmet off his otherwise bare head, and setting it down on the cushion next to him.

"Let's talk business then."

By the time Gleam came back, the three of them were smiling and happy again, all transactions taken care of and food on the table. Steamed potatoes, the great boar as the centerpiece, and a myriad of fruits and vegetables that the forest provided.

Thurgaard had looked genuinely offended when Lucian instructed him to not pour any ale for Gleam, but looked incensed when instead he poured a rich red wine into her cup. To be polite and to salvage wounded feelings, Lucian held out his own glass for the dwarves to happily fill.

"S'pose it cannae be helped. Cat like her likin elfy wine."

Lucian chuckled softly, "Gleam? Have you had wine before? If not, please be careful with it as its quite strong. Tastes good though, and from the face you made first entering, I'd bet it smells better than your first whiff of dwarven spirits."

"WHASS WRONG WITH ALE."

Both dwarves chimed in simultaneously, looking back and forth between Lucian and Gleam as if demanding answer.

"Calm yourself. Honestly, I doubt she's tried either before."

The staunch Thurgaard thumped his tankard against the table and rose to his feet, grinning the whole time.

"Then by the ancient's angry axe o' annihilation.....she should try BOTH."

"Oh? Then should I be pouring you a glass of wine then as well and asking you to drink with her?"

The dwarf colored profusely, those cloudy eyes of his bugging out once more until just about everyone in the room could see the gears moving in his thick head.

"Fine. Pour me the swill. If that's what it takes ta show her the best drink dwarven master brewers have ever made. Damn sight better than that fruity garbage."

"Well said, hun." Glenda only nodded and smiled, frowning for only a split second before draining her mug in one go and offering it to Lucian.

"Yer a bit slow though."

A second later after much teasing, the rounds were poured, Lucian having taken the brunt of it....for having been the last ale on the table finished.

Dinner.....was served.
 
Gods the fresh air felt good, smelled good, hell it even tasted good. There was a coolness to the breeze here that the southern forest lacked, and Gleam found that she liked it, and liked it alot.

The sun had set, and as she stood a few feet from the door to the cabin, she looked up, spying the still familiar stars in the sky. They never really changed, her mother had told her, she could always find her favorites. Leo, the lion, of course, was her very favorite, and altho it took her a few minutes, she located it finally. "There you are" she said to herself.

"Yes, there he is, you found Leo, didn't you" Harlan blended with the night's shadows, seeming to appear from nowhere. She had missed that he was even in the area because of the simple fact that he was downwind, and there was quite a breeze.

Gleam stepped back, but sounded no alarm. She noted quickly that he was not aroused, nor was he in an offensive stance.

"Leo is most feline ferals favorite star, it is also mine. But I also favor Draco, over there." Harlan approached, but was careful not to get too close. He noted that she did not sound any alarm. That was good. "and Orion" he again pointed.

"I know Orion well, another of my personal favorites as well" she acknowledged.

"Your singing, was quite beautiful"

She had not expected to hear that. "You heard me?"

"Just the last song"

"You know you will never get away from him, don't you?" Harlan quietly growled. "I am willing to bet the Dwarves, even now, are providing him with a collar of their finest mithril. Lighter and harder than steel. I could be wrong, but I am usually right."

Gleam said nothing, but she could not help the reaction of reaching up and running her fingertips along her throat.

"I owe him. I would never cross him. You can trust me to never hurt you, nor touch you."he paused ""not that I would not want to, you are a strikingly beautiful feline, but I owe that man my life, I will not, I can not, turn my back on that. But if you seek......" he paused... "a friend, for any reason" Harlan looked her in the eye "then find me. I will not betray him, but there are others, outside his lands, that would help you."

He was gone a moment later, leaving her alone, once more, beneath the stars.

She could run. Right now. She could escape.
NO, he would hunt her again, and she knew, deep inside, he would find her. Things may not be so..... civil.... the next time. She already had the distinct feeling that betraying Lucian was not a good idea on any level.

That was when Jakob emerged from the shadows. She was beginning to wonder what was going on this night to bring the Panther and Couger to seek her out.

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She scented the food, guessed it was being served, and re-entered the cabin, but not without one more glance, first into the darkness, she was sure Harlan was still close, and then up at Leo, her guiding star.

Dinner was indeed being served. The amount of food was, generous to say the very least.

But what in the name of the gods was Lucian pouring for her?

"Gleam? Have you had wine before? If not, please be careful with it as its quite strong. Tastes good though, and from the face you made first entering, I'd bet it smells better than your first whiff of dwarven spirits."

WHASS WRONG WITH ALE."

Both dwarves chimed in simultaneously, looking back and forth between Lucian and Gleam as if demanding answer.

"gods... LOUD" she hissed, even tho she was smiling.

"Calm yourself. Honestly, I doubt she's tried either before."

"I have not" she admitted, and nothing in this world, not even Lucian, would get her to try that foul ale. But the wine, did not look so bad, at least. She picked up the goblet, sniffing the contents, before taking a sip. It was sweet, warm, and actually, she kinda liked it. "not bad" she admitted, but she would not be one to seek to drink it often. She much preferred fresh water.

"Then by the ancient's angry axe o' annihilation.....she should try BOTH."

"Oh? Then should I be pouring you a glass of wine then as well and asking you to drink with her?"

The dwarf colored profusely, those cloudy eyes of his bugging out once more until just about everyone in the room could see the gears moving in his thick head.

"Fine. Pour me the swill. If that's what it takes ta show her the best drink dwarven master brewers have ever made. Damn sight better than that fruity garbage."

"Well said, hun." Glenda only nodded and smiled, frowning for only a split second before draining her mug in one go and offering it to Lucian.

"Thurgaard" Gleam regarded the dwarf, her eyes sparking gold, the fire flickering within their depths, "No doubt my taste, coming from the southern woods, is not .... experienced enough to even remotely enjoy such a fine drink as your ale. So, why would you want to waste a drop on me? Please, enjoy. The wine suits me better and leaves more ale for you and Glenda."

She did well during dinner, even tho, again, she was not used to having so many around. Even tho there were only 2 Dwarves, they made the noise of 20, or so it seemed. She managed to steer clear of the roasted boar. First off, she did not like boar. Secondly, she preferred her meat raw, it was that simple. She was part tiger after all. The breads and fruits were more to her liking. And it was those that she enjoyed, along with the wine, and the fresh water that Lucian provided her with.

By the end of the very raucus evening, she was the only one who, first off, was still pretty wide awake, and secondly, was not even tipsy. The Dwarves could hold their own, that was for sure, but even they had consumed alot of ale.

Gleam found herself sitting near the door, again for the fresh air, her mind replaying her little chat with Harlan, over and over.
 
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"I owe him. I would never cross him. You can trust me to never hurt you, nor touch you."he paused ""not that I would not want to, you are a strikingly beautiful feline, but I owe that man my life, I will not, I can not, turn my back on that. But if you seek......" he paused... "a friend, for any reason" Harlan looked her in the eye "then find me. I will not betray him, but there are others, outside his lands, that would help you."

"Trust me, he says. I'll be your friend, he says. How touching."

The dark hybrid stiffened visibly, not even bothering to turn around before replying.

"Jakob."

"I'm kinda jealous. I didn't get to hear her sing. Though its seems I didn't miss everything, now did I?"

The feral cougar stepped silently from behind a tree, a full hundred paces from where the panther had emerged.

"I won't betray him. I'll just plant thoughts in your head and guide you along the path of running."

Sarcasm dripped like venom from the hybrid male's mouth as the slightly larger panther finally turned to face this unexpected newcomer.

"Yeah....you really have her best interests at heart don't you? You guess that the dwarves are giving him a mithril collar for her? We didn't even know what mithril was until Lucian told us about the collar he was having made."

Jakob kept his distance respectfully, more out of respect for Gleam's own sensitive hearing and last reaction to him than any real fear of the panther she was with. He'd much rather have this conversation in private for now.

"Are you looking to have your other ear chewed off?"

"I'll do more than scar your flank this time, you ladies man."

Both males growled, softly enough now that the ruckus inside the cabin had begun to die down. Neither particularly wanted the proprietor's attention at this moment.

"Why Harlan? Why would you even coax her into thinking she could run? You know she's meat once she's off this reserve. Or is that what you want? You never got to see the arenas like I did, you who just got to lay on your back with your dick up all day."

Lips curled, obvious distaste rippling between the two of them.

"Shut the fuck up, Jakob."

"You go return to your side of the mountain, Harlan.....where Lucian wants you to be. Go watch the dirty little dwarves. Because if I catch you on my side again.....I'm going to carve my initials into you far better and far deeper than I did last time."

Another soft snarl.

"And what are you going to do, Jakob? Lure her away and mount her when Lucian's not looking? At least I controlled myself when she was in heat....she didn't see me looking to steal her away."

"But Lucian did."

A slight flinch, one that prompted a sly smile from the cougar.

"You damaged your own reputation, Harlan. The tigress might have been too deep in her heat to have noticed......but Lucian caught you creeping up on him in the middle of it. I know he did, I watched the whole thing. I respected him enough to not issue a challenge.....but you.....you didn't. I wonder how long it will be before Gleam finds out."

A vicious snarl, one not even slightly hushed.

"If you say one word....."

"You'll what? You'll fight me again? That's tempting, because you know what? I'd love a second shot at you. Now you'd better run along before I start thinking you might have just challenged me. I'm not clouded by a female's heat anymore......though she's not out of it yet, its died down enough that it can be ignored. Isn't that right?"

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He wasn't surprised to see her when he emerged from the trees. The panther had made enough noise after all, and so, he supposed....did he. Still, Jakob did not try to approach her, he remembered full well the tigress' last reaction to him. Granted he had been wildly turned on at that time, but still......

"Good evening, Gleam."

The cougar bowed softly, meticulously keeping at least twenty paces between himself and the tigress. He did not want her to think he was threatening in any way.

"I was making my rounds on this side of the mountainside. I regrettably overheard your conversation a few moments ago."

He held his gaze strong, he would not feel sorry for that.....nor for what he was about to say.

"I just wanted you to know something.....or at least think about it. I once was owned by the Earl of Chesapeake. I was kept in Ellington under lock and key.....as a prized fighter for the human's sport. It was there that Lucian found and released me, and for that, I owe him my life and my freedom.....limited though it may be."

A soft smile crossed his masculine features as he watched her. He doubted she trusted him at all after their first encounter. But still, he had to try.

"Harlan wasn't guessing. Lucian does have a collar for you, I'm certain of it. He spoke of it well over a year ago when he had the dwarves commissioned to make a special collar for his "perfect mate." Now when I spent my years living with the humans in their city.....and watching my own hybrid brothers living and dying on the sands of the arena floor, I came to learn one thing."

He paused a moment, for breath, and to honestly think out what he was about to say.

"A "pet's" worth.....to its master.....is reflected in the collar they wear. I know....I know right now it probably doesn't mean anything to you, and I'm not trying to step on your personal pride....but...."

Another soft pause.....and the rest was blurted out.

"But yours is the most expensive collar I've ever heard of. I hope.....I hope to one day see it. If you and Lucian will let me, that is. I've never heard of one of our kind being so highly thought of......"

The cougar turned then.....and slowly disappeared back in the direction he came. He had to stay alert. He'd rekindled an old rivalry, and most definitely made himself an enemy this evening......

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It was more exhaustion than alcohol that prompted Lucian to his bed of furs. The fact that the two dwarves lay propped up against the walls of his cabin with their own cloaks for pillows didn't seem to cause either of them discomfort. Only Lucian stirred softly as Gleam departed once more for the outdoors. The evening had been full of food and song, of wine, ale, and laughter. It was no wonder he was tired out.

And yet a sleepy eye cracked open just as the door to his cabin did.

"Trouble sleeping? Or perhaps you don't know where to sleep?"

He let the low spoken comment hang in the air, smiling openly, though drowsily as he pushed himself with his good arm into a sitting position.

"Something's bothering you."

And that was all that needed to be said. He had things to do, discussions to discuss, and so the ranger pushed himself once more to rise to his feet. The door closed behind the two of them.

"Your training starts tomorrow, Gleam. You'll find that Thurgaard and Glenda are likely to leave with the morning sun now that they've had the chance to speak with me and revel for a night."

He let the words hang openly, the leather satchel he had been given was nowhere in sight for now, left back in the cabin.

"Is there anything you would like to talk about?"
 
She had turned to admire Leo once more when she sensed, and heard, the footfalls of another.

"Good evening, Gleam."

She recognized his voice and felt her body tense. Out of the Panther and him, she feared him just a bit more. His build was not lost on her, she was sure he had been a pit slave, used for figthing. She was not sure about the Panther, but him, she knew.

"Good evening Jakob" she allowed him a nod of greeting. She took note that he too did not show any signs of arousal, nor was he in any kind of offensive stance, so she too, relaxed once more.

"I was making my rounds on this side of the mountainside. I regrettably overheard your conversation a few moments ago."

He held his gaze strong, he would not feel sorry for that.....nor for what he was about to say.

Gleam did not lower her golden eyes either. She knew that often times, it was a game of "bluffing" with ferals, the first one to back down and look away, looses.

"I just wanted you to know something.....or at least think about it. I once was owned by the Earl of Chesapeake. I was kept in Ellington under lock and key.....as a prized fighter for the human's sport. It was there that Lucian found and released me, and for that, I owe him my life and my freedom.....limited though it may be."

She quietly regarded him as he spoke.

"Harlan wasn't guessing. Lucian does have a collar for you, I'm certain of it. He spoke of it well over a year ago when he had the dwarves commissioned to make a special collar for his "perfect mate." Now when I spent my years living with the humans in their city.....and watching my own hybrid brothers living and dying on the sands of the arena floor, I came to learn one thing."

He paused a moment, for breath, and to honestly think out what he was about to say.

"A "pet's" worth.....to its master.....is reflected in the collar they wear. I know....I know right now it probably doesn't mean anything to you, and I'm not trying to step on your personal pride....but...."

"But yours is the most expensive collar I've ever heard of. I hope.....I hope to one day see it. If you and Lucian will let me, that is. I've never heard of one of our kind being so highly thought of......"

The shock in her eyes at his words must have been evident. But he did not show it. A moment later he was gone, and again, Gleam could not help but reach up and trace her fingers along her throat.

Turning once more, she looked out beyond the wood, the mountain looming. The land was beautiful. The mountain magnificent. This would be a perfect place to live out her life. So much better than the southern wood, near so many villages, where the hunters ravaged. Here, it was expansive, wild, free....

Free...

The word echoed in her mind..

Free...

Gleam realized that she had been thinking of herself as free, on this land. Perhaps like Harlan or Jakob. But she would not be allowed that. She would be not free, but instead owned, collared.... caged??? That thought made her shudder. Gleam was deathly afraid of being caged and just the thought made her shake so badly that she had to wrap her arms about herself to cease. Would he cage her? What about punishment? She had aleady had a taste of his temper. She shook her head, trying to rid her mind of these thoughts.

She could run. She could run right now.

But she knew better. And turned to enter the cabin... Dinner was being served...

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The cabin was dark, nothing more than the glow of burning embers to light the shadows.

On the far side, the 2 dwarves slept deeply, snoring quite loudly. Gleam could ignore that if she needed to, it was not that which kept her awake.

First off, she felt very enclosed, even tho the cabin had windows. When the feeling got to be too much, she would slip away, back outside, in the fresh cool air. She thought to sleep out there, but she was not comfortable doing that either. She had not checked out the area thoroughly for cover and she could not sleep in the open, that was too dangerous and there was no Stag to stand guard.

The one good thing was, he had not tried to cage her this night, and she thanked the gods for that.

That one thought had just passed her tired mind when she heard his voice from where she sat at the entrance, having just come back in.

"Trouble sleeping? Or perhaps you don't know where to sleep?"

She did not answer right away. It was both, and so much more.

"Something's bothering you."

With that, he got up, as did she. She was grateful that he stepped outside, instead of making her stay within.

"Your training starts tomorrow, Gleam. You'll find that Thurgaard and Glenda are likely to leave with the morning sun now that they've had the chance to speak with me and revel for a night."

He let the words hang openly, the leather satchel he had been given was nowhere in sight for now, left back in the cabin.

"Is there anything you would like to talk about?"

"Training" she did not like that word. Not at all. "I am not an animal Lucian, to be trained. " she paused. "Master Lucian" a self correction. Training, Punishment, Cages... to Gleam all those words meant the same thing. And it was not pleasant.

She remembered what Jakob had said, and what Harlan had said. Things could be so much worse. Gleam knew that. She was lucky, right? Lucky she was no longer free? Gods she was confused. And what confused her even more was, he spoke to her as if she were equal to him, yet she knew she were not. It made her feel as if she were, then he would say pet, or training, or force her into his collar. Dakar and Suru, stated he had been looking for the his mate, and that she, apparently was it. But mates are equal, are they not?? Yet Suru wore the collar of a slave. And was OK with it, tho she was not enslaved to Dakar.

She was tired, sore, the wine, what little she drank, was getting to her.

" You.... plan... on... collaring... me again, don't you" it slipped out, the words were deliberate, said one at a time. "collaring and training me" she repeated his words "Your training starts tomorrow"

Her eyes turned toward the mountain again.

"When I was out here earlier, I thought, what a beautiful place to live, so much nicer, better, more secluded, than the southern wood. But, I was thinking that as if I were free. And I am not, am I.... Lucian" she did not correct herself this time. "yet, sometimes, you treat me as if I am"

"I just do not know how to feel" It was a very honest statement.

"Never mind one obvious fact...." her cheeks colored a deep rosey red as the heat rose inside her.

"I.... submitted to you when you took me, when you mated me"

It was more than obvious by just the look in her eyes, and the trembling of her body, that that particular small fact shamed her to some degree.

Not the act of mating, but her act of submission. If he questioned her on the actual carnal act itself, she would not lie. Yes, it hurt, but it also aroused her to a level she had never felt, and to be honest, she wanted to feel it again... and again.... and feel it even more. And .... she wanted that with.... Him....
 
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"Training."

He had directed her thoughts towards it on purpose. The ranger doubted that was all that was on the sultry tigress' mind, but it was certainly on his.

"I am not an animal Lucian, to be trained..............Master Lucian."

He shrugged as she glanced at him from over her shoulder, wondering how her words might appear to him.

"We are all animals, Gleam. Some are just more vicious and ugly than others are. And you can, and will be trained. Your correction just now proves it."

"You.... plan... on... collaring... me again, don't you? Collaring and training me."

He could practically see the fear in her eyes this time.

"Your training starts tomorrow."

Lucian remained silent as she turned once more from him to gaze at her surroundings, her eyes much more adept at piercing the low lighting than his human eyes ever would be.

"When I was out here earlier, I thought, what a beautiful place to live, so much nicer, better, more secluded, than the southern wood. But, I was thinking that as if I were free. And I am not, am I.... Lucian. Yet, sometimes, you treat me as if I am"

He noted her defiance this time, the same defiance that had led her to being held face down in the dirt as he took her feminine treasures for himself as she squalled for the entire mountainside to hear. Silently, he frowned.

"I just do not know how to feel. Never mind one obvious fact....I.... submitted to you when you took me, when you mated me."

She blushed her shame deeply, and in doing so, made her future master completely forget about reprimanding her for her earlier failure and disobedience. Lucian let the silence hang for a moment, noting how she trembled and shook before him......wondering if she even realized that she walked the path of submission even now. A day ago, she would have lashed out, would have been aggression and indeed there was bloodshed. But she had lost......and now fear was all she had left?

"Would you prefer I began your training tonight?"

He watched her every movement. The ranger very much doubted that was the kind of response she was looking to hear.

"Yes, I plan to collar you again, Gleam. As soon as tomorrow, tonight if you want me to do it right now. I do treat you as free to an extent, Gleam.....because it is good that you are given some freedom. Even a pet should have a choice to obey or disobey. That choice cannot even come about without freedom."

He gazed off into the inky shroud that was the surrounding forest, in the direction Gleam had let her attention drift off to earlier.

He took a step towards her, watching her every move. He was non aggressive, it wouldn't do for her to think she was going to be punished just because she expressed her fears....her innermost thoughts to him. Not when such a thing pleased him as much as it did.

"You did submit to me, Gleam.....and you're going to do it again.....and again. Until your tight little tiger pussy memories every ridge and vein in my cock and craves it. Your heat will be never ending. Even when you're not fertile, you'll remember what I feel like buried deep inside you. Your first....and your last.....master."

He kept his voice low as he continued to advance, knowing full well that she heard him with her sensitive hearing. He could see it in her face, read it in her body language, as he gave her plenty to think about.

"My collar will be around your throat, and you'll be proud to be my mate. Proud to wear it. Perhaps not today, but certainly one day soon."

A soft, genuine smile.

"Just as I'll be proud to see it there, feel that pride every time you submit to me and call me Master.....I dare say you have no idea how that affects me when you do that."

He reached for her then....fingertips gently brushing against her elbow to dust lightly across her fur.....dipping down low to her slender wrist and claiming it in a firm grip. He kept his eyes on her as he pulled back just a little.....letting her hand brush against the front of his leathers and the raging bulge beneath.

"You could run, you know. I've told you what I've planned to do to you. I'm going to strip away your innocence until all that remains is a sultry, seductive pet who hungers for her master at night. Yet I think its what I'll turn you into during the day that you'll like the most. But you'll have to learn more about that tomorrow."

An arm slipped about her as he made her slowly run her captured hand up and down across his hardness.

"For now, I think your training should indeed begin tonight. I know you feel uncomfortable with my cabin, Gleam."

Again, she reacted. Not unexpected at all.

"Tomorrow night, you will sleep in my bed. But tonight......"

He gave her arm a gentle pull downwards towards the soft earth. They were only a few dozen paces away from the cabin, but they were outdoors. They were where he had noticed she seemed most relaxed......and again, he nudged her downward to the soft grass.

"Tonight, I'll sleep in yours."
 
"Would you prefer I began your training tonight?"

That caught her a bit off guard and her back went up. She tensed, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel his eyes on her, roaming over her, possessively, seeing every twitch of every muscle. She knew, he would always be watching her. And on some deep level, Gleam did not fear that.

"Yes, I plan to collar you again, Gleam. As soon as tomorrow, tonight if you want me to do it right now. I do treat you as free to an extent, Gleam.....because it is good that you are given some freedom. Even a pet should have a choice to obey or disobey. That choice cannot even come about without freedom."

She felt him slowly approach, her tense form could feel, her ears hear, his soft footfalls. She was atuned to him, she realized. His words wound slowly around her and she did not have an answer for them. What he said made sense. She had to wonder, for a moment, how many other Owners spoke to their owned this way? She guessed that Suru and her Master more than likely spoke as equals. Perhaps Jacinta and Fynn. All Gleam had seen, were the hunters, the savages that tore her kind from their homes, to use, abuse, sell, breed, rape.... and whatever else came to their depraved minds. Perhaps that was because the Southern Wood was in the Ellington township. Perhaps that was because the breeding zoo was there as well. Perhaps that was because the forest ultimately bordered the sea, and the port of call, which inevitably brought in some of the lowest of lowlifes.....

"You did submit to me, Gleam.....and you're going to do it again.....and again. Until your tight little tiger pussy memories every ridge and vein in my cock and craves it. Your heat will be never ending. Even when you're not fertile, you'll remember what I feel like buried deep inside you. Your first....and your last.....master."

He kept his voice low as he continued to advance, knowing full well that she heard him with her sensitive hearing. He could see it in her face, read it in her body language, as he gave her plenty to think about.

Each step closer her took to her, each time he spoke, her heart raced, and it was not in fear. Not in aggression. Now that they were alone again, it was obvious she was much more comfortable. Her head lowered for a moment as he got closer...

"My collar will be around your throat, and you'll be proud to be my mate. Proud to wear it. Perhaps not today, but certainly one day soon."

And she turned to look over her shoulder, her eyes lightly lidded, the gentle breeze slowly gliding thru her magnificent red mane. She was not smiling, but, she was not frowning either. It was clear that she was listening closely to everything he was saying.

When she saw his smile, she returned it, before looking away again. He was so close now, that she could feel the heat of his body in the cooling night air.

"Just as I'll be proud to see it there, feel that pride every time you submit to me and call me Master.....I dare say you have no idea how that affects me when you do that."

Her heart was thundering loudly in her chest. So loud she was beginning to think that he could hear it too. When he grasped her wrist, bringing back her hand against him, her soft palm feeling his maleness, his hardness, his arousal, she allowed the softest of moans to escape her.

"You could run, you know. I've told you what I've planned to do to you. I'm going to strip away your innocence until all that remains is a sultry, seductive pet who hungers for her master at night. Yet I think its what I'll turn you into during the day that you'll like the most. But you'll have to learn more about that tomorrow."

His arm snaked about her, pulling her back into him, her hand now pressing to his steel hard cock, beneath his leathers. Slowly, without provocation from him, she began rocking slightly, up and down, her entire body gliding against his, her hand massaging, the curve of her ass only adding to the sensation.

"I can't run" her voice was soft, but did not tremble or quiver, there was no fear in her words. " I can't " the words faded into a purring moan. Gods, she wanted him again, wanted to feel him inside her, be filled with him, let her body submit to the pleasure that she now knew he could give her. That was something she had been afraid of. Wanting him.... Needing him.... being so dependent on him. That did scare her, it left her weak and vunerable, at least in her eyes and that was what she did NOT want to be. But she would not admit that to him. She could not. That gave him all the power and she could not allow that, not yet. She wondered, tho, is that how she would end up?

"For now, I think your training should indeed begin tonight. I know you feel uncomfortable with my cabin, Gleam."

She paused, the nodded. "yes, very much so" she admitted.

"Tomorrow night, you will sleep in my bed. But tonight......"

He gave her arm a gentle pull downwards towards the soft earth. They were only a few dozen paces away from the cabin, but they were outdoors. They were where he had noticed she seemed most relaxed......and again, he nudged her downward to the soft grass.

"Tonight, I'll sleep in yours."

And it was that, those simple words, that eased her fears of him exerting too much power over her, of him seeing her weakness. He was willing to give her what she so desperately needed, sleeping outside. Did he have any idea what that meant to her???? Any idea at all??? Maybe, she would tell him her deepest fears, maybe. Maybe she would allow herself to need him... Maybe... Depend on him... maybe...

"I can not run from you...... Master" she whispered as she curled her body next to his. At least she could not at the moment. She did not want to. All she wanted was to lay there in his arms and feel safe, not scared, not owned, not enslaved, just safe.

The silence was actually comforting, at least to Gleam. But, she was sure she more than likely shocked the hell out of him a moment later, altho her back was too him, she could not see his face, when she whispered....

"Collar me tonight. Now, and..... and.... take me again, under the stars" Maybe it was the wine talking. Maybe it was just the moment. But it was what she wanted at this moment, and she was afraid that tomorrow, she may think otherwise. He had given her something she needed this night, to sleep under the stars, away from the confinement of the cabin, she would give him something in return.
 
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