Kate Fenin
She had lied to Will. Sort of. She really didn’t remember any of the fight or where they were. She did however remember what happened after she met with Queen al’Mira.
——-10 Hours Before——-
It was a blurry haze but she clearly remembered being escorted down into the dungeon. It was hidden by a secret passage on the same spiraling staircase it just led downwards beneath the building instead of climbing up to the throne room. It was there that she was trapped in a small stone room for hours as her head gradually cleared from having fallen under the strange pokeGirl’s spell.
Kate had spent her several hours pacing back and forth in nervousness, trying to figure out what they might want from her. Thankfully Jenna had shown up outside her cell to break off her increasingly bad train of thought before it got too far out of hand. Standing next to her was a guard with two black feathers sticking out of his helmet, and Jenna had introduced him as Johnathan, her personal guard.
He had returned to the Royal Chambers slightly hung over in the afternoon, but upon learning of their situation, snuck down to free Jenna. By that time most the guards loyal to those Pale Robed fuckers had disappeared to god knows where, so Johnathan jail bust was unhindered.
A loud click in the steel bars separating her from the pair and the door swung open. The door let out a little screech as its un-oiled hinges had to work, and before the door could stop complaining Jenna had flung herself into Kate’s arms.
She had gotten quite attached to Kate ever since they had met, and Kate had to admit that she quite liked the small woman. Kate gave her a loving pat on the head to calm her before muttering, “Well this isn’t right at all. The Mistress should really be the one to do the saving.”
Johnathan gave her a confused look at overhearing her light joke but Jenna just peeked up and smiled wryly.
“Don’t think we are even yet, I’ve got a lot more saving to do before you can get rid of me,” Jenna whispered into her shirt.
“Okay Okay, that’s half a saving repaid. We should get out of here before that creepy bastard realizes we got out.” Kate replied.
“We-we can’t! My mom is still down here somewhere! Gythaden l-locked her up on the lowest floor, I heard him order his men to throw in the pit!”
“Besides, Gythaden cleared out of here earlier with most of his crew. We won’t have to worry about anyone stopping us outside a few stragglers.” Johnathan added.
‘Shit, well at least that explains why they were able to free me so easily,’ Kate sighed. She hoped that they would have left the Queen unguarded like she was, but a large part of herself doubted that would be the case.
“Very well then. Lead the way,” Kate gestured at Johnathan to show them the way to the pit. Whatever that was.
With Johnathan at the head of their little band, they traversed the eerily quiet halls of the dungeon. Scattered torches were the only source of light underground, casting a gloomy glow as they walked. Jenna stayed close to Kate while the two of them followed in Johnathan’s footsteps, and she would jump at the slightest sound of a rat skittering nearby.
They reached the staircase that could either take them down into the depths or up into the light of day for their escape. Johnathan headed downwards with no hesitation, clearly he knew where he was going, and the two women were forced to follow behind.
The further down the spiral staircase they went the more the feeling of unease grew in Kate’s gut. It wasn’t until they passed the third floor below ground she started to hear the faint sound of battle beneath them. Her two companions seemed to hear it too, pausing briefly to share a look to confirm that what they were hearing wasn’t their imagination.
“Wait!” Kate hissed before Johnathan had the chance to rush down and see the fray that was sounding out below them.
“Give me you dragger,” She pointed at the long knife strapped to his hip. Really she wanted to ask him for the sword in his hand, but that might be a little too much. Even if she was probably better with it than that slacker.
Jenna shifted nervously behind her, not quite sure what to do. Kate turned to her and gave her a confident smile, “Stay close behind me, I’ll make sure that we get through this.” Jenna gave her a little nod before a little squeak when Kate slapped her ass softly to knock her out of her stupor.
Turning her attention back to Johnathan, she gave him a nod and they descended the last section of the stairs as silently as they could. With each step they took downwards the louder the sounds of swords became until they finally reached the bottom and hit the crescendo of battle. Johnathan pushed open the wooden door that separated them from the noise just enough to peek through.
Sliding up behind Johnathan, Kate joined him in looking out at the fight. Closest to them was a mostly naked blonde man swinging a massive sword with his back to them. A familiar black tattoo of a dragon stretched across his back, and Kate’s jaw hung open in shock.
“Eli?!” Escaped her lips before she even had the chance to think about what she was doing.
His head snapped around at the sound of her voice, and Kate’s suspicions were confirmed. For some reason Eli had ended up down here doing god knows what, and he was naked to add to that. But something was a little off about him. She couldn’t quite place it, but he didn’t look like the boy she grew up with. The way his mouth crooked cockily as he smiled at her? His posture? Maybe it was something in the way he was wielding his sword, but she couldn’t figure it out. After a brief glance, Eli returned to the mob of guards trying to hack him down and returned their blows in a vicious fight.
Jonathan gave her a confused look and asked, “You know that psycho?”
“Yeah, he’s an old friend of mine. Although there's something about him-”
“Kate!” Eli shouted out, interrupting her sentiment, “Follow me! I’ll clear a path!”
He began shifting to the right hand side of the passageway, defending himself madly against the onslaught of blades. Despite being heavily outnumbered at least fifty to one, Eli deftly counterattacked, sweeping his blade in front of him and clearing a sizable radius around him that only a few brave soles dared to enter. In the tight corridors, only a handful of men could approach at once, and even when they did land a hit on him, Eli strangely began healing almost instantly, and only a few of the more severe wounds refused to follow his superhuman feats.
Left with little options besides sitting at the door uselessly and following Eli to wherever he wanted to lead them, Kate chose the latter. Scampering forward out of her hiding place, she followed the wake of destruction that Eli created and did her best not to draw the ire of any guards strangling on the outer edges of the one man army. Caught off guard by Kate’s sudden movement, Jonathan and Jenna took a second before following after her.
“In here!” Eli shouted out, and gestured to a nondescript door next to him. He slipped inside easily, dodging a few errant sword swings as he did so. The guards, many of them black stripped members of the Order of the White Rose, glanced nervously at each other and none had the courage to chase after him.
Their odd reaction confused Kate, but with little time to consider why they were acting so, Kate slipped into the room after Eli. Jonathan and Jenna jumped inside in tandem with her, forcing Jonathan to deflect a sword from a man that managed to recover from his indecisiveness and attack the newcomers. Huffing and puffing from their mad dash in pursuit of Eli, it took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the darkness inside the new room as the door behind them shut closed with a loud thunk.
—--Present—--
Kate shivered. She wasn’t ready to relive the horrors of Eli’s betrayal, and would much rather focus on the amazing man in front of her. As soon as he had wrapped the collar around her throat and added his blood to the gem, a heat bloomed between her legs. It was rapidly rising throughout her body, and her mind started to become hazy.
Kate had always loved Will since she was young, to the point that she was a little timid and nervous in his presence. But this new feeling that was spreading in her was something completely different. She felt the overwhelming need to serve him, a need to protect him. Along with the foreign emotions came a renewed sense of strength. Kate had always considered herself to be a good fighter, excellent even. But whenever she saw the raw strength some of the men from Colsten possessed without swinging a sword in their life, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of jealousy, and some fear if she was honest with herself.
Now though… Now she felt the raw strength that she imagined men felt every day of their lives. More even. Her blood hummed with the power to crush any who might harm her, and anyone who dared harm Will would experience something ten times worse.
Her eyes met Will’s and she realized that he had been staring at her in anticipation. His eyes were filled with worry that something had gone wrong and Kate couldn’t help but smile at that. Will was the most caring person she had ever met and she wouldn’t mind serving him for the rest of her life.
Wait…
She didn’t mind being by his side even if she was in this state, she corrected herself. Her mind was still jumbled but one thing she knew for sure right now was that she needed him. Badly. Anything else would have to wait until this heat inside her had subsided.
“Master…” She said, not really wanting to address him as such but in her current state it felt right. Will had a confused look at her use of the title, but it didn’t last as she pounced on him. She brought her face down to his as he was trapped under her and tasted his lips. Their tongues intertwined in a rough kiss that stretched for several long minutes. When they finally pulled back from each other they both wore loving smiles on their faces, and it seemed they both had the same expectations as to what was to come.
“I need it Master, please give me your cock,” She whispered as seductively as she could.
Will’s loving smile twisted into a more sadistic one, “Very well.”
