TRC - Lord of the Glass Desert Ch. 04

Looking to the sky, he saw it was about time for the midday meal. With another sigh of disappointment, he turned away and went to look for a place to eat.

After asking around for a few minutes, he was directed to a two-story building a short distance from the main thoroughfare. Shortly after, he found himself sitting at a small wooden table across from an empty chair on the eatery's roof which they had covered with a large canopy. Turning his head slightly, he opened his mouth to call Ria for some company.

His eyes caught a blur of something hurtling toward him and pain blossomed in his throat.

People around him screamed, knocking over tables and chairs as Kal sat there in shock. More people scrambled to get away from him as a shield sprung into existence next to his arm and his eyes started glowing bright blue. The healing rune on his back lit up as he reached up with his other hand to clutch the throwing knife protruding from his windpipe. The numbing effect of the rune let him think despite the pain and he drew the healing magic away from the blade where the steel was quickly absorbing it. Tapping into the mana crystals in his vest pocket, the healing rune glowed bright enough to show through his clothes and cloak as he jerked the knife free. Blood ran down into his lungs making him cough and coat the small table before him in a fine red mist. As the wound closed and healed over, his eyes darted about looking for who attacked him. A flicker of movement on the roof of a nearby building drew his attention and for a moment his gaze locked with a pair of surprised cat-like eyes staring at him from behind some linens which were hanging out to dry. Covering the cat-girl's head was a cloak the same color as the one worn by the person who scratched him. The unusual numbness in his arm made sense all of a sudden.

Kal didn't have time to be scared. Jumping up from his seat, the speed, strength and stamina runes on the underside of his vambraces all glowed moments before he leapt toward her, easily crossing the gap between the buildings.

Seeing the human stand, Kashka darted off in the opposite direction, bounding to a nearby rooftop. Peeking back, she wasn't expecting to see the human sailing through the air toward her. Shifting to feline arms and legs, she dropped to all fours, dug her claws into the roof below her, and fled. A fraction of a second later she heard the impact of feet behind her much closer than should be possible for a human. A yowl of fear escaped her lips as she darted to the side. Augmented by her natural abilities, Bozun trained her so well she had never been chased in this manner.

Kal skidded along the rooftop, unable to turn as quickly as the feline woman, before continuing the chase across Fazal's rooftops. She appeared to notice the advantage her maneuverability gave her and turned sharply when he got close again. The third time she did this the mage attempted something new with his Boots of the Traveler. When she darted off in a different direction, Kal visualized an angled wall in front of him and put a foot up as if to push off it. There was slight shimmer of the air beneath the sole of his boot and it felt like the imagined wall was actually there for a moment. With a slight smirk, he sprung after his attacker, once again hot on her heels.

Kashka fought back the panic welling up inside her as the human stayed right on her tail regardless of her attempts to shake him. Ahead was a large gap between the rooftops indicating a road. The cat girl timed a slight bound so it looked like she would land on the edge of the roof and leap to the other side. Instead, she lengthened her body out, sailing only a few finger's widths above the roof's edge and falling to the road below.

Not expecting the cat-girl to disappear like that, Kal ran straight off the edge of the building. He quickly discovered that he had depleted his boots' magic and activated the featherfall rune to keep from dropping onto the heads of the people below. The woman he was chasing had no such worries as she bounded off the shoulder of a man walking beside his young son. Kal saw the man violently knocked to the ground and heard the crack of his arm breaking from where he was floating slowly downward. A second later, the man's son started screaming as the gouges left by the cat-girl's claws began staining the sleeve of his father's shirt red.

"Ria, I need a healing potion, now," said the mage, taking advantage of the people backing away in surprise from the injured man to cut the featherfall rune and drop to the road beside the man's son. A vial appeared in his hand and he ripped the stopper out with his teeth, charging it with magic as he knelt and poured it into the man's mouth. Despite the heavy impact, the man was awake enough to swallow the liquid.

Kal planned on administering the potion then attempting to chase after the woman again, but it was clear after only a few seconds that would be impossible if he wanted to save the man's life. Activating the healing rune, he pushed the magic into the man, directing it toward the large veins in his arm the cat-girl's claws had severed. With the help of the healing potion, the flow of blood quickly stopped but not before turning most of his shirt red. As Kal laid the man's arm back down so the potion could go to work on mending his broken bone, the mage suddenly felt two small arms wrap around him from behind.

"Thank you for saving my papa!" the boy cried.

Still looking in the direction his would-be killer had disappeared, Kal reached over his shoulder and patted the boy on his head. "You're welcome."

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"Please, don't do this," begged Kashka as Bozun secured the slave collar around her neck.

"Is your mark still alive?" he asked.

"My aim was true! My knife went straight into his throat! He should be d—"

The back of Bozun's hand across her face silenced her. Taking her head in both of his hands he pressed his fingers into her flesh until she shrieked in pain. "'SHOULD BE' DOES NOT MEAN 'IS!'" he screamed, his face twisted with rage. "YOU FAILED KASHKA! TWICE!" He tossed her away from him, making her stumble into the wall where she collapsed, sobbing and rubbing her head. "You were warned," he continued in a calmer voice, "you will spend tonight with the Bull. Get up."

The command activated the collar and Kashka howled in pain even as she sprung to her feet. This was not like most slave collars which gave the slave a chance to comply before administering punishment. Bozun's punished until the slave did as instructed. Her master led her down a thin hallway designed to keep the Bull trapped. Even if he managed to open the heavy iron door to his room, the creature was so large it still couldn't escape. There was no need for locks since there was no handle on the other side and the door was more to keep those being punished inside than the Bull.

The assassin stepped inside. The Bull was chained to the wall off to one side grunting and huffing, his eyes full of hatred toward the human male until Kashka walked in. Seeing a female, he began struggling against his bonds, the assassin forgotten in the presence of a female he could fuck.

"I'll be back for you in the morning. You are not allowed to kill the Bull," said Bozun as he closed the door behind him. That single order was the reason for the slave collar. She and the other two cat-girls working under the assassin all had more than enough skill to kill the lust-crazed creature despite the difference in size.

Once she heard the human walking away, she ran over to a corner. After a couple of undulations of her stomach, she made a gagging noise and a small clear pouch covered in spit dropped into her hand. Knowing she didn't have much time, she squeezed the pouch until it burst, spewing its contents into her other hand.

Trotting over to the bull, she smeared the long-lasting lubricant all over his cock then used the rest of it to make sure her sex and rear were thoroughly slicked down as well. She blushed with shame at the wetness that was already there. Yes, the Bull would be more than she could handle, and she would be a bruised and battered mess by morning. But for these first few hours she was going to enjoy the feel of the minotaur-like creature's massive cock plowing into her.

The chains of the bull's shackles fed into holes in the wall where they were attached to wrist-thick ropes. Kashka watched as each of his legs were freed followed by his wrists. The Bull started moving toward her and the cat-girl turned and bent over to wait for him, her expression a mixture of anticipation and dread.

Kashka grunted as the Bull grabbed her hips and sank into her in one stroke. Deep inside her pussy she felt a small pop as another one of the packets burst, coating her insides with more of the slippery liquid. As he pounded into her, she squeezed as hard as she could with her sex and bottom until she felt a third and final pop inside her ass. The material the pouches were made of dissolved after a few hours in water and the Bull produced such copious amounts of seed that the thumb-sized dollop of lube would never be noticed.

Understanding it was going to be an exceedingly long night, she reached down and started playing with her clit, wondering how many orgasms she could have before things began getting unpleasant.

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Kashka was awakened by Bozun grabbing her by her hair and pulling her head back. The Bull fell asleep hours ago after rolling onto its back and mounting her on his cock. Its desire to mate was so strong that even in sleep its hands held her in place as he continued to fuck her, the strokes were shallow and gentle compared to when the creature was awake and eventually exhaustion overcame her discomfort, allowing her to drift off. Because of the lubricant, her tits and waist felt far more abused from the Bull's rough treatment than her pussy.

A hand came around to the front of her throat and undid the latch on the slave collar. The assassin then stepped out of the room to wait for her. "There's a healing potion," he said, putting a vial in her hand once she finally extricated herself from the Bull. "Fail me again and I'll kill you myself, I don't need broken blades."

As the potion mended her bruised and battered flesh she was filled with a sense of resolve. The next time it was either the mage's life or hers; there wasn't an option as to how this would end.

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