"Keep questioning the king's wife and I'll make sure you'll get the chance to find out yourself," Sister Amery growled as the convoy made its way through the forest shutting the conversation down with one simple threat. The stifling air in the covered cage combined with the heat made Mhairi sweat profusely, the droplets falling from the tips of her shimmering curls to the cage's floor made it slippery. The growing warmth also did something less than appropriate to her body. Tonight, the hunter's moon would rise from behind the horizon bringing with her Mhairi's heat.
She had felt it growing inside her for a couple of days and now the uneasiness was yielding before another feeling, a more dangerous one. Mhairi was getting more aroused by the hour and even the distress she was going through wasn't going to stop that. Her slender hand found the swelling shaft and she was unable to stop herself. Gently, she began to massage the tip of her member fighting in her mind against the thought of offering herself willingly to King Arron. Begging him to mount her and make her bear his cubs. Mhairi's other hand grabbed her soft breast and she caressed her nipple, giving it a few pinches.
She hoped the lionesses surrounding her covered prison would not sense her heat or dared to remove the cover, yet some part of her knew they had decided to attack her home when they had to have known her heat was coming up.
For years she had blocked her heats with herbs to preserve her purity. In the past, she had waited a few times in secret until the very last day to take them to experience what it could feel like, but she had never dared to let herself enter the peak. Now that inevitable fate was upon her and she would lose her purity to the man she hated with a burning passion.
Mhairi's cock was harder than it had been ever before, but there was no release until her heat would take over completely, leaving her wanting. Her soft hands touched all the right places, sending shivers down her spine all the way to the tip of her tail which was no different from those walking outside the cage. Mhairi slid her hand from her member between her cheeks and began to circle her rim softly, imagining what it would feel like to be bend over by the feline king and hopefully, he would have a cock large enough to fill her hole completely. She pictured his hand pushing her head down on the bed and pummeling his fat member viciously deep into her, opening her breeding tunnel with his flared tip until the king was ready to pour his hot seed inside completing her defiling.
Mhairi could feel herself getting closer to reaching orgasm and a soft whimper almost escaped from her lips, but she was quick enough to muffle it against her hand before anyone could hear her. Embarrassed by her actions and finally finding clarity she quickly withdrew her hands. Mhairi had almost gotten lost in her desire, something she had never felt before, and even though she had not come, she had gotten herself back together, hating what she had imagined in her mind and how her body had neglected her mind. Mhairi's member was still half-chub and if the lionesses were to uncover her cage, they would immediately see her sweaty nude body and the proudly erect shaft which she could hide behind her palm only as long as the cage was on a steadier ground she she wouldn't have to steady herself inside it. Some part of her enjoyed the idea, but she quickly forced herself to discard it.
She would have to get used to her nearing future as the king's seventh wife and the possible carrier of his cubs. One day she might outlive her usefulness, maybe as soon as she gave birth to the first cub, and then King Arron would have his final revenge and end her life as he had done to the rest of her family. A thought, which made the rest of her fervor fade somewhere far enough not to meddle with her mind anymore.
The cavalcade had made a good distance as the midday sun began to slowly turn towards the west. After the group of lionesses had crossed the border of Narra and entered the rainforest separating it from their savanna they had not rested until the sun had set and the weeks' worth of travel by foot had made every one of them tired. The group was used to make long distances but the battle at the Adharcach family's summer estate had taken its toll and the constant traveling was not making it easy. They had lost a lot of good women during the fight and some, like poor Sister Adair while traveling back home. Even Sister Amery, who was known for her stamina was feeling it with every step she took, but King Arron had ordered her to finish the task at hand on a certain date and Sister Amery would never let her king down. Besides, staying in the green inferno too long was dangerous and the path they were on took them closer to another threat, which was still preferable to the certain death presented by the Veil. Here, the air was getting colder as they got further from the savanna and the desert behind it, the humid air turned dryer and the further they traveled, they would have to climb a steep mountainside delaying their journey even more. Sister Amery didn't like the idea, especially considering how that area had a new player spreading their reign with an iron fist.
For the past few years, the Mornscorched had conquered the previously inhabited mountain and made it their home, spreading terror and growing its territory ever since. Sister Amery had clashed with them once and it had been enough for her to know they were a formidable enemy and now she had led the group into their lands. Staying near the border might keep them relatively safe, but they still had to be careful. That's why she had chosen Sister Alys to scout for her. She might have been indifferent towards the job, but that's how she had always been. Sister Alys was her best scout and could move so quietly even those bitchy falรฉna folk could not hear her coming or so Sister Amery hoped. Still, she knew they would make a lot of noise, and hiding a pack of 30 warriors wasn't going to be an easy feat to pull, yet she had survived worse, back when she had still been unmarried, she had led a much larger group consisting mainly of young cubs silently through two warring armies and endured, saving them which had led to her marriage with King Arron. Back then such marriage required great deeds to accomplish and now she was bringing his king a new bride, someone who had not earned her place beside him and who would never be deserving of such honor.
The weakling had cried and whimpered almost the whole journey, not even picking a weapon when her family was slain right before her. The unicorn disgusted Sister Amery and she was disappointed with her king, choosing to hide her disdain as any good wife should. She knew the pony wouldn't last long under King Arron's court and when she would perish for good, the king would see reason as well as end such nonsense for good, giving Sister Amery finally the title of the high queen and giving her a chance to dethrone king Arron. The thought made her grin. The other wives might have their little schemes, clawing desperately at small pieces of power, but she had always been the smart one, willing to do anything for her king and show her true loyalty to the crown that belonged to her. The king had been unable to fill his part of the bargain, he had never given her living cubs, and the harlot she was taking to him was not going to give him any either.
She would make sure of that.
The convoy was crossing a small stream when a loud bang echoed through the forest, alerting everyone to get to a shelter. Mhairi could feel her cage rattle as the lionesses ran to take her to a cover. The forest air was filled with loud shouts and the firing of muskets. Mhairi couldn't see anything, but she could feel the rising frenzy. Something heavy swung over the small gorge, creaking loudly and as it hit someone, there was a loud screech. The sounds got so loud Mhairi had to cover her ears yet even then she could hear the clinks of the swords and the screams of the wounded. Two lionesses who had carried Mhairi had been forced to join the battle and one of them already laid dead over the small stream.
Someone fell over Mhairi's covered cage, stabbed by a long sword that impaled its victim so hard it almost gashed the unicorn before it was pulled out and the body slumped to the ground leaving behind a fingerbreadth long bloody rip into the canvas. Through it some of the daylight shone in and Mhairi could see the unfolding chaos outside. There were a lot of dead bodies lying outside, mostly covered by the red and gold decorated armor of the Golden Mane, but some belonged to the attackers wearing unknown colors. Sister Amery was pierced through her throat by a bolt, but it didn't kill her, the Golden Mane's rapidly vanishing numbers forced her to order a retreat and her guttural screech almost reminded Mhairi of Sister Adair who had been left to unceremoniously die in a ditch.
The retreating lionesses didn't even try to pick up Mhairi's cage with them. The attackers had the upper hand and their only hope for survival was a quick escape. The battle ended almost as soon as it had started and Mhairi trembled in fear, she didn't know what the attackers would do to her. Her vulnerable state might give them some awful ideas or she might meet her deceased family members sooner than she had thought, which truthfully was something she looked forward to.
The thaunon outside cheered as their victory was confirmed and Mhairi saw something large getting closer to her cage. It grabbed the blood-stained canvas with one hand and tore it off. The large almost brightly white-furred boar looked surprised when his eyes met with Mhairi's whose eyes had not yet gotten used to sudden sunlight, stunned he looked at her for a long while as an embarrassed unicorn tried to hide her nude body with her slender hands. The boar towering over her had long braided hair and a beard with imposing tusks decorated with shiny jewelry protruding underneath. His black and gray hair contrasted his white coat that was only covered by leather armor with a bear pelt covering his lower parts as well as goatskin straps going across his bulky chest underneath which there was extensive scarring some won from various battles and others carved by someone as symbols. Mhairi couldn't help but stare at the two curled horns on the man's head. He was no ordinary boar, but Mhairi didn't dare to ask out loud any questions.
