Ciarra The Cold

[WARNING - IF YOU LAST READ THIS STORY BEFORE SEPTEMBER 29, PLEASE GO BACK TO CHAPTER ONE - EVERYTHING HAS BEEN REWRITTEN]

Flushed with embarrassment, I forced myself to cooperate as Ciarra scratched my ears, humming happily to herself. Overwhelmed and exhausted, both physically and emotionally, I cuddled into her arms, as she carried me along the abandoned road between the fort and Gravestead. I was so weary of fighting the fates. Surrendering had granted peace that I hadn't felt since childhood.

I was happy back then. Protected by my parents, free to run and play when I finished my chores. Father and mother sometimes went hungry, but I never did. Back then, I felt caged, and longed for my freedom. So I ran away, and spent years cursing myself for not knowing real freedom when I lived it.

My life turned into a nightmare. I fought, when the adventurers that I thought were my friends betrayed me. I killed them all, even though I was only a 13-year-old runaway. I thought I had become an adventurer, that's how it worked in the stories, but my class didn't match my stats, and they rejected me. I fought, but they beat me, and left me broken and bleeding on the streets. I fought, attempting to join the thieves guild, and they held me down and sliced open my face for daring to waste their time with stats like mine.

Starving on the streets, I learned the harsh truth. Don't fight battles you can't win. Swallow your pride. I fought. For scraps found in trash tossed on the street. For a corner to beg on. For a ragged blanket to sleep in. I had learned to avoid fights I couldn't win. When the first city guard cornered me, I swallowed my pride, and let him take what he wanted. It was a fight I wouldn't have won. A year later, I ran when it became to much to bear. Then I fought to prove my worth to the bandits, not with daggers, but by taking the worse jobs and spreading my legs for their leader.

Ciarra changed everything.

She's the ultimate example of a fight I can't win.

The oathbinding stops me from running away, deceiving her, or betraying her. Now it gives me what I needed most.

Hope.

When I swore the oathbinding, it granted understanding of how Ciarra interpreted my oath. I had hope because I felt the complete contempt she had for anyone who misleads someone in an honor bound agreement. That belief had infused her interpretation of my oath.

Ciarra wouldn't deceive me about anything that touched my oathbinding, and she promised more than I dared hope for, all for the price of willingly submitting to what I couldn't stop anyway.

I tried to ignore the quiet part of me that longed for her touch, but it still reminded me that their were other benefits to serving her. I shivered again, this time from memories of mindless p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e where nothing existed but her touch and pure ecstasy, it had lasted for an eternity. Part of me wanted to experience it again, but I didn't think my mind would survive.

Without breaking stride, Ciarra flipped me onto my back, and I looked up from her arms into the eyes of an apex predator focused on her prey. Heart suddenly thumping in my c.h.e.s.t, I froze. One button at a time, she opened my shirt, and stroked fingers through my exposed fur. She kneaded my b.r.e.a.s.ts, and teased my n.i.p.p.l.es.

I m.o.a.n.e.d with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

Embarrassed, I turned my head to watch the passing trees. Her pace hadn't slowed down at all. Firm fingers wrapped around my muzzle and forced me to face her again, then resumed playing with a n.i.p.p.l.e. Unable to meet her eyes, I stared at her mouth instead. Aching with need that I didn't understand, I panted and m.o.a.n.e.d quietly. Red lips curved sensually, parting slightly, and her forked tongue sn.a.k.e.d out and licked her lips. Exploring fingers slid down my stomach and reached between my legs.

I welcomed them.

My entire being was focused on her hand. Fingers slid inside, curling and stroking, while her thumb rubbed against me. Every step drove her fingers a little deeper. P.l.e.a.s.u.r.e pulsed from her touch, increasing moment by moment until I couldn't b.a.r.e anymore. Ecstasy exploded, and I screamed wordlessly, writhing in her arms.

"I never knew s.e.x could be like that," I whispered. Before her, I just spread and waited for them to finish. Other than trying to become pregnant, I never understood why any woman would willingly choose to have s.e.x. It was uncomfortable at the best of times, and painful at the worse. At least I know better now.

Her answering smile was predatory. She stroked the fingers still buried deep inside me. I m.o.a.n.e.d and squirmed, my center still painfully s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e. "My little pet, I love the way you respond to p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e." Her expression didn't change as she continued, "Just as I enjoy the way you respond to pain." Without warning, her fingers twisted, and pain exploded where p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e had just been. Curling up instinctively, trying to protect myself, I let out an entirely different kind of m.o.a.n. Every step jerked her pinched fingers mercilessly, causing another spike of pain.

Releasing her painful pinch, she pulled her fingers out, and forced them inside my mouth.

"Lick them clean," she said. Flushing with shame, I complied, and licked the thick liquid from her fingers. As I finished, and before I could get the strange taste out of my mouth, she kissed my muzzle, her forked tongue wrapping around mine for a few moments.

She pulled back, and licked her lips again. "Divine." Her fingers slid back inside, and I couldn't help writhing with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e as she moved inside me. She pulled back out, and licked them clean. "Exquisite. I'm not sure which tastes better. Directly from my fingers, or from your tongue. Fortunately, both are available anytime I d.e.s.i.r.e."

"It's dinner time." Ciarra announced, stopping without warning. She sat on the ground with her back to a tree, and plopped me down on her l.a.p. From inside [Magic Storage] a plate appeared in her hand, followed by the still steaming drake steak we cooked earlier today. I held out my hand, hardly daring to hope, and she dropped a second plate and steak for me.

I can't believe I'm eating the Greater Forest Drake that forced them to abandon the fort. Such a statement of power. She headed out for provisions, and came back with the Greater Forest Drake that caused the king to abandoned this fort in the first place. Killing it would have cost more lives than the fort was worth.

Shaking my head in amazement, I found myself staring up at the beautiful predator.

I had been using my belt knife to cut off bite size chunks of steak, and had assumed she would do the same. I wasn't expecting her to slice the steak into quarters with her talons, then swallow them hole. She summoned another steak, and ate it just as quickly. Then the plate vanished, and she turned her attention to me.

My plate, along with everything I hadn't finished eating, vanished into storage.

"What…" I started to say, confused.

Ciarra interrupted, "Stay in sight of the road, and head towards Gravestead." Still confused, I started to ask what she was talking about, but she interrupted with one roared word, "RUN!"

I ran.

Trees blurred past. Shocked, I stumbled, and almost fell. I was far faster than I had been. About a quarter hour later, her distant shout echoed through the trees, "Ready or not, here I come!" Heart thumping, I jumped at every sound. I knew I was being hunted. Eventually, I heard something moving through the trees and spun around expecting to see her. It was just a deer. Coming out of nowhere, she slammed into me from behind, and shoved me headfirst into the ground. Her captured prey.

Trapped under her, face down in the dirt, I struggled uselessly, even though I already knew I couldn't escape. Ciarra laughed with glee. Storage magic flashed, my clothes vanished, and I shrieked when her tail drove painfully up between my legs, thrusting repeatedly. Each of her hands painfully twisted and squeezed my b.r.e.a.s.ts. She brutally ravaged my helpless body. Held against her, I couldn't help listening as her laughter turned into excited m.o.a.ns and gasps of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

I was in the middle of a terrified scream when my body suddenly exploded with an overwhelming rush of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. I now knew what a climax was, but I couldn't understand why one had happened then.

A few thrusts later she convulsed in her own climax.

Still trapped under her, my mind whirled with confusion. How can something hurt so bad… and still feel so good? It wasn't as good as her gentle touching earlier, it was better. Far better. I must be crazy. That's the only explanation.

After a few minutes she rolled off, slapped me hard on the b.u.t.t, and growled, "Run."

I ran like my life depended on it. That time it took her longer to catch me, and I tried to fight her off. Struggling, I tried to wiggle free, but she still overwhelmed me. Her assault was just as brutal as the first time.

We climaxed together.

When she rolled off and slapped my b.u.t.t, I didn't wait, I ran with everything I had.

I improved.

Often, she caught me quickly, but occasionally I managed to escape, either before she took me to the ground, or I'd squirm free before she was able to finish. I'd run again, and she'd give me a few minutes before taking off in pursuit.

Even after the sun set, we continued. My night vision was better than hers, so I lasted longer, but she always had me in the end. She caught me a dozen times or more before I realized something.

I'm being chased through the woods by a terrifying monster, who has demonstrated repeatedly that she will violently and painfully violate me. At night. In the dark. My heart jumps into my throat at every sound, and I spend most of my time shivering in fear. My body throbs and aches all over, both inside and out. Yet, I can't stop grinning.

As she rolled off my aching body, Ciarra lassoed her tail around me, leaned against a tree, and pulled me into her l.a.p. She had done this a couple other times, giving us a chance to drink some water, and eat a few bites before swatting my b.u.t.t to send me off again. Other than her growling 'runs', neither of us had said anything since dinner.

"Enough. It's morning." Ciarra said.

Feeling disappointed, but completely drained, I nodded my head. Cuddled against her, and closed my eyes. "Thank you, that was…" I didn't have the right words, so I finally just said, "You are incredible," and left it at that.

"That I am," she said as exhaustion dragged me into darkness.

***

Ciarra's fingers stroking my ears slowly woke me from my slumber. I looked up from her l.a.p and saw her smiling face. Judging from the sun, I had only slept a couple hours, but it had been enough. "Ciarra," I whispered, stroking my hands along her side. "I'm sorry, I should have let you sleep first." I felt as though I had failed. I had sworn to serve her to the best of my ability, and I had slept while she kept watch.

She looked at me, and I was abruptly staring into the eyes of an apex predator. I froze, suddenly terrified. The fingers gently stroking my ears twisted them painfully and flipped me onto my back.

Her lips still curved with the same smile she had worn while gently stroking me.

She gripped my b.r.e.a.s.t tightly, fingers spread wide and digging in painfully. Talons slowly extended themselves from her fingertips, and pierced deeply into my flesh. I screamed. Her smile widened. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, she released me, and licked my blood from her talons one at a time.

"Let me? You forget yourself. You are my pet, not my equal."

I nodded my head frantically, and said, "I'm your pet."

She is a force of nature. As unstoppable as a volcano. I shivered, remembering her other form ripping the room open, monstrous head larger than my entire body. I would never forget how helpless I was when she lunged forward and snapped me up in her jaws. I should hate her, but that's as foolish as railing against the tide.

Besides, how often does a mere mortal have a chance to lay with a goddess?

I shivered, remembering the intense pain and p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of being trapped under her. Rolling onto my hands and feet, I presented myself to her. I wasn't really sure if I wanted her to take my offer, but I wanted to offer myself to her either way.

"Good girl!" she said, scratching between my ears.

She casted [Heal], and the wounds left by her talons vanished. Storage magic flashed, and I was instantly dressed.

"I'd love to play, but we've reached the city wall"

"What?" I said surprised, "that doesn't make any sense. Gravestead is over 200 miles from the fort, we can't be there already!"

Ciarra chuckled, "Both of us have over 100 agility, and we ran through the night. I just wish I had thought about it on the first leg of my journey. I could have arrived here weeks ago."

If you had arrived weeks ago, I wouldn't have met you.

I couldn't help feeling happy that she hadn't thought of it earlier.