Fire and Ice – Reforged -

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

11^th August, 2019

All Rights Reserved.

Sir Kathis woke the next morning, in his bedding, then as he groggily crawled out of bed, dressed in his simple nightclothes, the stumbled and sat down heavily on a nearby stool and rubbed at his head.

"Good morning," Jessica whispered, as she chopped up something on a crude cutting board then dumped it into the cauldron that bubbled over a low fire.

"I...morning, forgive me my lady, I did not realise I was so weary from my lengthy travels!" He grunted, as he stumbled over and splashed some water over his face from the bucket.

"Indeed, I had worried you were taken with some virulent pox, so deep did you sleep!" Come Jessica's quite reply, but a smile curled the edges of her lips, unseen to the human.

Jessica added some dark coloured meat to the cauldron, then began stirring it with an iron ladle before sniffing it and nodding to herself, satisfied.

"Sir Knight, there's a fresh pot of Chamomile tea on the table, if you wish of some."

Sir Kathis stumbled over there, shaking his head and sat heavily, bracing his head in one palm as he shook his head wearily. "This isn't like me, I should be alert and awake and..."

Jessica come over, then poured him some tea, placing it before him as she dug through her meagre pantry for some salt and other herbs.

"Maybe it's just that you feel at peace - " Jessica suggested, as she took a bowl over to the stew and pinched some salt, dribbling it into the strew. "From what you have told me, you have been on the road and riving roughly for many months..."

'That must be it – Sir Kathis muttered.

"Maybe so - " Jessica answered simply, setting her bowl aside and continuing to stare down at the stew as if divining some great wisdom from its bubbling depths.

"Will you not join me for a morning cup of tea?" Sir Kathis asked, as he rose then walked over to her, before placing a hand lightly on her left shoulder.

Jessica involuntarily flinched beneath him before she gripped the iron ladle hard enough so that her finger bones creaked in protest.

"My lady?" Sir Kathis asked, as he slowly turned her to look at her.

Jessica's resolve shattered, then she dropped the ladle into the stew, clutching him in a crushing embrace as her self control shattered like crystal and she started wailing inconsolably.

"I'm a freak!" She wept bitterly, her voice choked by her sobs. "Neither human nor animal – unwelcome by the humans who would drive me out and kill me for what I am! I can not find solace or respite even here in the deepest of the dark woods!"

"I - " Sir Kathis began, as he pulled back, placing one hand on her hip, and the other he used to gently lift her muzzle, until she was looking into his eyes. "do not think you a beast my lady. You're beautiful, a Noble-born, of class and distinction, despite what was done to you and yours..."

"Forgive me Sir Knight, but I can smell a lie a mile off - " Jessica shook her head softly, then began to turn away.

"Forgive me for saying so my lady, but you are sorely mistaken. Look into my eyes, for they say the eyes are the window to the soul. I know your kind have heightened senses that we humans lack, much to our chagrin. Please, do this one thing for me – you will see my heart is pure, that I speak from the heart and its words are but truth!"

Staring into his eyes, Jessica's eyes widened and her ears flattened, as her nostrils flared as she bent her head a little closer and smelt his scent.

"Forgive my words brave Knight, I spoke out of malice and ill-intent, I am sad that I ..."

Her eyes widened even further, as she gasped and stepped back from him, a paw flying to her muzzle as she smelt the underlying scent of his body. She had been oblivious to the growing smell of his arousal, until it hit her like a gauntlet clad fist to the nostrils.

Sir Kathis, noting this change in her, blushed to the roots of his head, before he spun about and stormed from her cottage, ashamed and feeling horrified he had allowed himself to become sexually aroused so easily.

After he left, his masculine scent still permeating the air, Jessica turned around and rested her forehead against the fireplace's stone mantle, gripping the timber shelf with one paw as she panted and shuddered helplessly, her own arousal flaring within her.

*

He spent an hour and a half wandering near her cottage, searching for his destrier – to no avail.

"Gods curse you, you stupid, impudent stallion!" Sir Kathis raged, as he turned back to the cottage.

Jessica stood outside, tying her heavily patch-worked apron around her waist, as she looked up at him.

"Sir Knight? Is there something wrong..." Gazing around, she looked concerned. "Wherefore is your proud and noble destrier?"

"Stupid stallion," Sir Kathis grunted. "Probably wandered off into the woods somewhere, I'm sure he'll turn up again sometime or another! My Lady, forgive my...unbecoming nature and I humbly beg your forgiveness. I know not of what come over me!"

"It is...natural, Sir Kathis, I am not offended, but please, come inside – there may be dangers lurking in the woods that neither of us are currently prepared to face!"

Gently, she took him by the arm and led him back inside, sitting him down as she straddled his thighs, resting her forearms over his shoulders as she gazed into his eyes.

"My Lady!" He stammered.

"Shush, please..." Jasmine whispered, as she lightly licked his forehead. "Here, alone, in my cottage – there is no need for such formality! I am not a Noble Born, you are not a brave and virtuous knight!"

"You know not of what you ask... It...would not be... right!"

"I do.., and it is... " Jessica murmured, as she pressed her furred lips against his fur-less ones, then began kissing him deeply and affectionately.

He lost his self-control, and his fumbling fingers splayed out over her thin night gown as he groped at her furred breasts. Jessica broke the kiss, then leaned back, her spine crackling from neck to hips, as she sighed in longing and pleasure – feeling the firming length strain against his garments between her thighs.

Standing, he almost stumbled over his sword belt, which he angrily kicked the scabbard away. He grunted as he lifted her off her hooves, gripping her under the furred thighs.

Jessica squealed in breathless pleasure and surprise, as she slid her paws around his neck and her long, coltish legs folded over themselves behind his back as she was held in his arms.

He grunted, the scent was one almost like a rutting stag – the musk strong and powerful, the urge undeniable and the pleasures that were to come, Jasmine knew, would be most pleasurable.

He strode purposefully across the room, nibbling and kissing at her throat and shoved open her bedroom door, that creaked closed as she began tearing at his nightgown with her fingers – the lustful emotions and scent driving away her own control...

*

Jessica employed her magicks in new and subtle ways – for he was a virgin, she knew that – so their first lovemaking would be a frustrating and frenetic affair. Using only the smallest of magicks, she ensured their lovemaking would be lengthy, pleasurable and memorable for them both...

*

"I've never..." He grunted, as he slid his leggings down his thighs, his desperation visible as Jasmine's eyes widened.

"I know..." She smiled, then licked his cheek. "Let me teach you..."

*

Lying near his bedding where he'd kicked it, Sir Kathis' sword was partially slid from its ornate scabbard. Brilliant runes burned a bright cerulean on the etched blade and the edge itself likewise shone with eldritch blue flames.

If Sir Kathis had been aware - he would have realised what this cerulean flame meant for he'd seen it a dozen times before, The magicks of the enchanted sword only glowed and burned like this, when it was in the close proximity of its sworn enemy – the ones for whom it was made to destroy...

To Be Continued.