<span style="font-style: italic"> Before the caravan takes off... </span><br/><br/>The faint, honey-like flavor of Vendra's flesh did very, very little to sate the ravenous kitsune's appetite - only made further more unbearable by the delicious curves of her body, the seemingly perfect mixtures of muscle and fat that tantelizing form had to offer. Every few seconds, he found himself glancing idly over at Xali's rounded belly, listening to the gurgles and growls that emanated from within - damnit, his belly should have been filled as well. It had been weeks since his last squirming meal...oh, how he missed that delicious feeling. The struggles coming from inside of him, the feeling of their body breaking down, the nutrients they provided starting to course through his veins...<br/><br/>It was a feeling that normal food simply did not offer. While filling, it just didn't have the same 'oomph' to it...even now, he found himself fantasizing about Vendra's delicious body sliding down his throat, her frantic squirms creating small bulges in his body as she decended lower and lower...then, upon reaching his belly...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Damnit, snap outta it, Kahmori. She's going to be a hell of a lot more useful to you alive...besides, those lips felt marvelous...~</span><br/><br/>At least ONE of his desires had been sated that day! His new pet's soft little lips, that eager tongue...damn, how skillfully she'd worked. It was something he'd have to call upon her for frequently, in the future.<br/><br/>Giving Vendra's neck one, final, soft little kiss (also accompanied by a short, dexterous flicker of his tongue), he finally pulls back, leaning his head back casually against the side of the wagon. Well, she'd passed that little test - not only pleasuring him without the slightest bit of backtalk, but also allowing him to taste of her body as he so desired without pulling away....perhaps he could trust her to keep her word after all.<br/><br/>The arm around her shoulder remains, holding her lightly against his side - though no longer tight enough to prevent her from moving away, if she so wished. A faint little smile creases his muzzle as he notes the tiny blush on her cheeks, no doubt brought on by the attention his lips and tongue had just paid her. So...she was no above enjoying those tiny little pleasures? Not to mention...though he might be wrong, he could swear he smelled the faintest scent of arousal coming from between her thighs - thought it was quite difficult to tell, with her all bundled up in the thick, warm bedroll blanket.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Ka…Kahmori will do. It’s not my intent to sound rebellious but master has a slight demeaning affect on my character”  </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I know the feeling. I didn't wanna call others master when I was in your situation." He offers no further explaination as to his strange choice of wording, seemingly content to just relax against the side of the wagon, stretching his naked body out over the wagon flood before him. Licking his lips, gathering up every little bit of his delicious pet's aftertaste, he emits a soft little sigh, both eyes half-closing lazily "So, Kahmori will do. You're lucky. After I feel like you've repaid your debt for aiding in that little ambush.." He lifts a hand over his mouth, stifling a yawn that suddenly overtakes him. With a soft murr and a luxurious stretch, he slides down a little further against the wall, murmuring softly "...I'll likely let you go. Others, I don't think...would be so kind. Don't worry, though. While you're with me, I'll protect you. Since I think I can trust you..." He, finally, allows his eyes to sink shut "...you're not going to have it bad at all."<br/><br/>Whether or not it was a lie to ensure she remained cooperative and calm, or actual assurance that she'd, one day, be free to make her own choices again was unclear, at least for the time being. Still, he'd kept his word so far - even if it would have been amazingly easy to allow her to pleasure him, then devour her afterwards - sating both of his desires. That, in and of itself, meant something.<br/><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “New clothes and armor would appreciated. I doubt I’d last very long unarmored in these parts and I’d assume me being naked would cause more troubles with other males that we come across” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Yep. Armor and clothing is first on the list. Though..." A devious little smile creeps across the big kitsune's muzzle, though his eyes remain closed "..I'd almost welcome trouble with some other males. I missed lunch...both the cooked lunch, and during the attack. Would give me an excuse to fill my belly, trying to harm someone I've said I'd protect..." A soft chuckle escapes his lips, his tails curling slowly on the floor beside him in tune with his humor "Heck, I'd welcome it right now, I think. Well, just relax, for the moment...long ride to Lakehaven..."<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">To everyone! </span><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">I think, along the trip, we'd have plenty of opportunity to divide the spoils, as it were. After all, three hours! I say, in reguards to the magical items...<br/><br/>Xali gets the potion of Cure Light wounds, given she can use it in an emergency and actually get some decent benefit from it.<br/><br/>Alexei gets the Potion of bull strength. I get four attacks when I'm in melee combat, so I think he'd benefit greatly from the increased chance to hit and additional damage it would provide.<br/><br/>Anyone agree? Disagree?<br/><br/>As for the actual mundane items, If noone wants them...I say we sell them off once reaching Lakehaven, and split the remaining coinage amongst ourselves! <img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/></div></div></div><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">After reaching Lakehaven...</span><br/><br/>It was unclear if Kahmori slept the entire remainder of the journey, or...what. He didn't speak at all, and his eyes remained closed the entire time...yet, the moment the wagon rolls to a stop, he seemed to instantly come to.<br/><br/>"Here? Finally? Eesh, I don't think my poor butt could take one more bump in this uncomfortable wagon..." Once more, Kahmori's entire body goes into the throes of a massive stretch, his mouth opening in a massive yawn - this one uncovered by his hands. For just a few brief moments, those brilliant, white teeth are revealed, only to be momentarily hidden by a curling, pink tongue. Perhaps it was a part of his charm - just how clean he kept himself, and how brilliantly white those teeth were. Apparantly, hygeiene was actually pretty high on his list of 'important things'.<br/><br/>"Oy....well, onwards to the military life I suppose. Heh...how in the hell did I let myself get talked into this..." Rolling to his feet, Kahmori offers up one final little stretch, then leans down to gather up his old pack "Let's go." He says simply to Vendra, giving her a brief little smile "...Aaaand...stay close, hrm?" Shouldering his pack, he begins to step down out of the wagon....only to seem to think better of it.<br/><br/>Why bypass one final little opportunity to tease?<br/><br/>Turning back to face Xali as she begins to dress, Kahmori steps forwards...and lightly strokes his hand across her round little middle. No doubt her meal had been mostly reduced to nutrient-rich mush, and even now was being emptied into the sexy leopardess' intestines...but still, he could feel the faintest hints of bone and partially-digested bodyparts inside. He was almost envious - he loved digesting meals with such....substance "You know..." He murmurs quietly, his hands roaming along her belly, lightly squeezing, rolling around the partially-digested meal inside of her. He pauses for a moment, a brief smile creasing his lips as he listens to her belly sloshing over the sound of gurgling, before continuing "...I still say you look better without the dresses."<br/><br/>His hand wanders a bit lower across her belly, just below her navel...then a tiny bit lower still....and lower still. Within a matter of seconds, it is a scant inch above her pussy, rubbing back and forth across her lower belly with calculated, precise movements - he seemed every bit as skilled as he'd let on... "Maybe I'll be so lucky as to catch you in the throes of pleasure again. I bet I can give you a much more enjoyable ride than this wagon did....if a little more physically demanding." Chuckling softly, he leans down and scoops up his discarded pants and steps out of the wagon, leaving Xali alone so she could dress herself without his further intrusion.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Knowledge - Local. 1d20(3) + 2 = 5. <br/><br/>Hurr durr!</div></div></div><br/><br/>A brief look of surprize crosses the big kitsune's face when he first lays eyes on the recently reconstructed Lakehaven "Huh! Last I'd heard, this place was half-burned....eesh, guess that shows how much I keep up on current affairs..."<br/><br/>He had to admit - he liked the new look. Whilst he had never really been one for towns, as his personality might have suggested...it didn't look half bad. Nature allowed a sort of solitude and beauty that no city could match, yet...it seemed like they sure as hell tried to "Dwarves?" His ears perk high atop his head as he over-hears the conversation going on between Xali and Alexei "...Huh. Sheesh, been a bloody age since I've seen a Dwarf. Pity, too. Like them. Elves, too. Fey....hell, you know, there is not much I don't like."<br/><br/>Taking a few moments to pull on his leggings, the always-talkative kitsune once more intrudes on the ongoing conversation with his own views "Soldiers are not easily replaceable...but that goes for Caleb as well as us, eh? After all - you see how many he lost today, alone! And not a single one of our numbers fell - he's going to be hard-pressed to keep sending assaults at us when he's losing numbers like that...and not managing to take any of us down with them!" Finally managing to pull up his leggings, he ropes off the belt, reshoulders his pack, and heads for the forming line, ready to ensure it looked more like a Z than a straight line.<br/><br/>'Besides!" He calls over his shoulder, laughter tingeing his voice 'We have one thing the humans cannot compete with! We...have talking cows!' He made sure to call this last part loudly enough to be easily overheard by Drir. Casting the minotaur a playful grin, Kahmori steps into the forming line, looking just about as out of place as anyone could get.