My name is Rayne. My mother named me for the first thing in our world to touch my skin. As I grew, I realized that this was the custom amongst my people. I am of the Nightstorm Clan of the Griffonytes. I, like my father before me, will become a Knight of Tecannis; warriors dedicated to protecting the Sorcerer's Guild.
After my coronation, I will be appointed a mage to be guardian to, until I am freed or until I die. This is the way of it. This is the way of our people.
The night of my birth, my mother flew to the top of the Earth Cradle, the sacred birthing ground for our Clan for the past six thousand years. In the heart of the storm of magic that washed over us, I was born. Normally, Griffonytes like myself will grow broad and strong, to learn the ways of the dance, of battle.
We will grow tall and proud, and carry the title of warrior with honour. I am not like the rest of my people. My power does not end at my muscles, nor my sight. I can fly for days at a time, where others must stop to rest. I glory in the sensations of natural magic that I can feel flowing around me as I soar through the air.
I embrace the natural energies surrounding us; the power of the earth herself. These powers are not meant for a warrior. The wizards, should they ever learn, will take my power from me. The wizards are terrified of the natural powers, the magic of earth that bore their servants, the Griffonytes, the Draconians, and the Unicretians.
Draconians like Alyssa, Queen of the Thieves Guild, and my mentor during my younger years, when escaping the Great School meant a day of freedom on the streets, thieving and learning the tradecraft of the infamous guild. Unicretians like Kunai, the beautiful and cold Mistress of Shadows, teacher of the killing blows, and knife fighting.
We are the Magai, creatures of magic moulded into man's shape, without his emotional control. Without his will power. Natural energies flow through me like a tidal wave, tearing apart my senses with the base, primal need for release.
At times, I can barely stand to be in the same room as any other female, and my killer instincts are far more powerful than most of my brethren. As such, I lead a loner's life. I tried to keep away from my kin, until this aloofness brought down a simple meeting, which in turn destroyed my life.
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Kunai shut the door behind me, and pointed to the small chair in front of her desk. Her robe barely concealed the silken white fur that covered her entire body, and it clung to her shapely form as if daring me to look at her. The lion part of my soul roared at the female's challenge to my innate superiority, and the proud eagle chorused.
I clamped down my beak, knowing full well that my feathers were rising in anger as my lions mane ruffled in sync. Kunai's luminescent black eyes observed me coldly as I struggled with the power edging at my fingertips. I was in her school to learn to become a warrior.
Every fibre of her supernatural being thrummed with the power churning inside me, but she barely blinked. She cleared her throat, and tossed her own pitiful mane. The silken tresses flowed down her back and cascaded down her shoulders. My eyes hungrily roamed her body, as her anger flared at my lustful gaze.
"Rayne, I don't begin to understand every young, foolish creature that walks through my doors. But you truly baffle me, and I don't like it. Your teachers tell me you excel at almost everything you touch. Your hand to hand unarmed, knife skills, and bow skills are unmatched. You're the top of your class in the Griffonium Skills, Warfare, and Practical Guardsmanship."
"Yet your classmates barely speak to you, most of the females in this school tell me that you constantly give off a sense of impending danger, and you've fought with virtually all your male classmates. That's eleven hundred fights, in two years. Imprisonment fails, as you merely fight your way out. You're headed for Battle Magery, for certain."
My breathing began to quicken as I scented her skin, the soft, earthy scent filled my senses, and my tongue darted out to taste it. Kunai started, and stared. I clamped my mouth shut, and she blinked and shook her head. "Regardless, you must understand that there are more skills to learn than simply taught classes. You must develop your social skills here, in your formative years of life." She stood up, and turned away, to look out the window.
"I realize it must be hard for you. In some way, outside of my knowledge, you have obviously become far more attuned to your bestial side than to your magic birthed humanity. I know that this must be hard for you..."
She trailed off as she heard the click of the door to her office, as I locked it. Her eyes were confused, but I didn't care. I strode purposefully towards her, and she began to back up towards the window. "What are you...?" She never finished as my hands slipped inside her robe to grasp at her ribs. She pushed against my shoulders, but my lust was insatiable.
"Rayne, stop, you're not thinking clearly, something's wrong..." I bent down and ripped her robe open, my eyes fixed on her taut nipples. She exuded heat like a bonfire. My eyes flicked up to hers. She shook her head.
"It's just a phase, I..." My beak snapped down and caught one of her teats in between my sharp teeth. She gave a squeal of pleasure, then shook her head. "No, no, we can't." My tongue slithered down and caressed her nipple while I still squeezed it between the points of my beak. She sagged beneath me and began to quiver.
My cock parted our robes unassisted, and nudged her stomach. Kunai's eyes widened as she looked down, and her hands dropped to my length in wonder. Her breath hissed out between her teeth as I continued to feast on her nipple, and my claws raked her robe down to her feet.
Her three fingered hands snaked around to push my head down further, and I shifted my attention to her hip bones. Her Unicretian hips gyrated towards my beak as I nibbled at the sensitive skin. I felt a sudden tightness, and her hands were stroking my cock. My features turned hungry, and I growled low in my throat as she pushed me back to sit on her desk.
She slid one hand down to spread herself wide, and the other braced herself on my shoulder as she slid her body up onto mine. I lifted and spread her ass cheeks, and with a sudden sigh, she slid onto my length. She forced herself back up, and her mouth opened in a soundless moan as she tried to put me fully inside her.
After a moment, she stopped, and gave a sharp cry as I gave my hips a slight thrust. She bounced up to avoid my thrust, and I gave an eagle's shriek of frustration. I picked her up bodily, and she hissed in pain as I swelled inside her. She didn't move as I laid her across her desk, her hole impaled on my thick cock.
She reached up to run her fingers through her mane as I began to slide in and out of her. I gave a lion's bark as she whinnied in pleasure, then a very undignified squeak as I pulled out of her. She laid still for an instant while I ran my hand over my length, and spat on my paw.
Her eyes widened in comprehension a split second before I drove my cock up inside her asshole. She gasped and shook her head, but I didn't care. I was driving into her with great thrusts, making the whole desk move. She bit her lip and her hands shifted to the desk as I slammed into her with bruising force. She began to shake her head.
"No, no, stop, it hurts." I growled and sped up my rhythm. Kunai's whinnying became frantic as I raped her, and she shut her eyes tightly and crossed her arms over her breasts. The problem with being Unicretian, of course, she had six breasts, all as small and perky as each other.
I reached down and squeezed the nipples of her bottom two teats, and ran my thumbnail just over the tips of her supersensitized nipples. She screamed out my name and I planted my claws into her desk as I grunted in time to my thrusts. Kunai sobbed when I pulled out of her rear and plunged back into her hole.
Fear filled my nostrils and it's intoxicating scent drove me on further, as my cock began to throb, deep within her hole. I felt the tell tale signs of my orgasm race through me; the tingle at the base of my spine, the tightening of my heavy scrotum. My pink cock was slamming in and out of Kunai's pussy, streaming out the juices that began to gather there as my cock slid into her again and again.
I pulled out as my scalding cum began to explode out of my cock, and leapt onto the desk, forcing the head of my cock into Kunai's sobbing mouth. She choked as the tastes of her ass and her juices mingled with the metallic taste of my own juice. Her eyes glared at me in hatred, but my massive claws held her head as I fucked her mouth.
She gagged as my scalding hot semen hit the back of her throat, and tears formed in her equine black eyes as my thickness choked her airway. Her nostrils morphed larger, becoming more horse-like as she struggled for breath and lost even the basic concentration needed to maintain her silly human features.
