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", "writing": "[b][u][center]Minerva’s Lessons\nChapter 7: Someone’s Noticed\nFor bigchris369\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\nMinerva slumped back against the bed in the brothel, the little gryphon panting softly as she felt the latest load of cum oozing out of her pussy. It took her some effort to collect herself this time. The stud-horse that had come by to make use of her body had been…very aggressive, to put it mildly. She took a few deep breaths, forcing her heart to slow down – something that had become easier and easier over the course of the last month – and she slowly focused her magic on her own body. \nIt was so much simpler than it used to be, and much as she hated to admit it, Florence had been right about her when she’d first arrived. She was used to using magic in flashy, powerful displays, the sort that burned through her energy, and she had never seen just how fast she was using it up until she started using it on herself. A month ago, she would have been exhausted after the first time that she put herself back together, what with the effort that came from casting a full-power spell down on her pussy to pull it all back to tightness. These days…\nShe wove the power through her lower lips, dragging them together almost as if with a magical needle and thread. It was painless, as ever, but it did mean that all that seed inside of her came rushing out in a gush. Minerva gasped, arching her back again as it came squishing and squirting out just under her clit, making her hiss with pleasure. \n“Hehehe, still not ready for that, I see…”\nFlorence. The succubus watched her from the side of the room, sitting in the chair with a finger against her lips, a smile on her face, and just a bit of wetness oozing down the side of the chair. The black-furred demon woman was always productive, and it was always something of a shock to see just how much dribbled from her pussy during the ‘shows’ that Minerva put on over the course of the day. \n“Mmmph…I keep forgetting…”\n“Or you keep wanting, dear.”\n“…Maybe.”\nShe didn’t want to admit that there was a part of her that liked the attention that she got at the brothel. As much as she hated the people that thought that this was okay, that there were those that wanted to get off using the bodies of people so young as her, she had to admit that there was something pleasurable about the size difference. None of them were as big as Jak, but it was…something. \nAnd it was all that she was getting now, considering that Jak had been distant from her for the last three weeks. For the first week or so, when they first arrived, he had spent time with her, even sparred with her. They had gotten into it a few times, had a couple of arguments, but they had still been spending time together. Even fucking a bit, though nothing like the rut that first time. \nEver since then, though, he had stopped. She didn’t know what had happened, but she knew that he had been holding himself back. And it annoyed her. \nShe managed to tighten herself up enough down there to scoot to the edge of the bed, grunting as she felt the pre-cum and cum inside of her getting trapped. It was mostly pre-cum, though, and even the latter bits of the seed were not nearly fertile enough to actually make her catch pregnant. She doubted that it could happen with this mix of species, but she was going to be careful about that. \n[i]It just keeps getting easier…[/i]\nAs the little gryphon got comfortable on the edge of the bed, stretching her legs out and popping her toes, Florence gestured at the door. It sealed shut with a shimmer, the succubus’s power locking it against intrusion for the moment. The goat-tailed, red-horned, black-furred woman sat down by her at the edge of the bed. \n“How do you feel?”\n“…I don’t know. Whore-ish.”\n“If that’s the case, then you must like being a whore more than you used to.”\n“Why do you keep asking me that?” she asked, looking down at the floor. “It’s not what I want to be.”\n“No, but it’s something that’s good to have as a back-up.”\n“Just because you get off on all this…”\n“Dear, I get off when [i]you[/i] get off. Why do you think that I taught you how to do it so easily?”\nMinerva blushed again, but didn’t answer. The last thing that she wanted to think about was the fact that it was so easy these days. She could cum without even pushing herself. She could ride a cock and get off within a minute if she had to, and that was often necessary for some of the hair-trigger clients. Pleasure…\nPleasure was nice, and it meant that she didn’t have to think about how angry she was. It was a good distraction. \nShe clenched her fists, pulling at the magic inside. She managed to create two tiny fireballs, nothing more than that, but it was still more than the average mage student could have done. Particularly without a staff. Holding the flames in her hands, she looked at them, stared at them, before closing her fists and extinguishing them. \n“I don’t want to be a whore.”\n“No, you want to be a killer.”\nThe gryphon winced. There wasn’t much judgment in Florence’s voice, but there was some, and being judged as less-than by a succubus was a hard thing to take. She turned her head again, looking at the far side of the room. \n“I deserve some revenge.”\n“Jak does, too, but he knows patience.”\n“Patience. Ha…”\n“You think you know something, girl?”\n“I’ve heard the two of you. He’s doing something.”\n“Oh?” A black-furred hand gripped her chin, forcing her to turn around again. Florence looked her in the eye, and the smile on her face was more indulgent than Minerva liked. “What do you think he’s doing?”\n“Something that you want, but he doesn’t.”\n“And why do you say that, hmm?”\n“He complained. Loudly.”\nShe’d heard the blue lizard-man last night, heard him shouting, heard him almost screaming from the upstairs part of the succubus’s house. She remembered just how angry he had been, and she had half-expected to find one or the other of them dead when she came down the next morning. \nThankfully, that hadn’t bene the case, but Jak was not happy. She could tell that much. \nThe succubus chuckled. \n“You pay attention. That’s good. That will help keep you alive.” Florence nodded. “I think that you’re almost at the end of what I can easily teach you, girl.”\n“What?” The gryphon blinked. “You…what are you talking about?”\n“My magic is of the body. You’ve already learned how to know your own body, and you’ve learned how to reach out to others. You’ve learned to control yourself, to not overspend your resources. And you’ve learned how to seduce and stay in charge, even when someone else is on top. After that, it’s more up to you, girl. More up to you how you learn your ‘voice’ of magic.”\n“But…but…”\nAll she’d done was slut it up in the brothel. While it was clear that she had made some progress with her magic, she hadn’t thought it was that much. She’d been sure that there were still months’ worth of lessons for her here. \nShe was done? She was [i]done?[/i]\nFlorence patted her back. \n“It’s going to be alright, girl.”\n“You…I thought…”\n“You and Jak can keep staying with me, but I don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to. There’s things afoot in the kingdom, and while Jak is patient…heh…life has a way of twisting things around.”\n“Florence…what did you do?”\n“Me? Nothing.” The succubus smiled. “But all actions have consequences, Minerva. All actions…have consequences.”\n#\nThey’d barely set foot in the house when Jak came barreling down from the upstairs. The blue lizard-man had a pair of swords jammed over his shoulders, a pack against his back, and had another pack and Minerva’s staff in hand. \n“Time to go,” he said. \n“What? Now?” she asked, catching the gear as he tossed them to her. “We just got back.”\n“And the army’s going to be here in less than an hour. We need to go. [i]Now.[/i]”\n“Ah, someone finally got caught,” Florence said, back in her mundane, brown-furred feline shape. “Which one?”\n“Lady Mallin’s cousin,” Jak said as he darted through the house, gathering one thing after another from different stands, drawers, and more. “I’m borrowing these.”\n“Take them. They’ll be better with you, and less suspicious than with me.”\n“You’ll hide, then?”\n“I’ll be fine, Jak. I’ve gathered enough to live through the next year, if I have to.”\nMinerva was at sea, and her head was swimming in confusion. She barely had the presence of mind to take off her little slut-dress and put on the robe that she’d carried away from her old life. She had barely gotten it on when Jak was running past her to the door, grabbing her by the scruff of the robe. Yelping, she was dragged out the door and onto the street, stumbling along. \nBarely getting the chance to wave goodbye to Florence, she ran behind the lizard-man, struggling to keep up with his long strides. \n“Where are we going?”\n“Out of the city.”\n“But why?”\n“Because one of my ‘contacts’ ratted me out.”\n“What the hell were you doing?”\n“…”\n“Jak?”\n“Later.”\nThey moved faster than they had ever done before, and Minerva was more grateful than ever that she had learned the body-magic from Florence. If she hadn’t, she would have collapsed in minutes, but with the enhancements that she had learned, she was able to keep up. Not just keep up, but exceed Jak from time to time, moving in a blur of feathers and fur as they went from the street to the rooftops. \nFrom there, it was easy to leave the city. They followed the route of the main road, avoiding the few guards that patrolled it during the day time, and leaped over the wall at the far end. Minerva was half-sure that there would be someone to see them leaping over the walls, but if they did, the guards were likely paid to keep people out rather than in. She spread her small wings, using what little lift they offered to not fall too hard. \nJak hit the ground with all the force that one could, of course, but he showed no injury. They ran together along the road, moving to the forest and the hills that overlooked the city from the north. \nIt wasn’t until they reached one of the taller, more jagged hills, and the summit of it, no less, that Jak allowed them to stop and rest. Minerva panted for breath, shaking from head to toe as she finally released the spells that had kept her going for that long. \n“Ah…ah…ah…”\nShe fell over, flat on her ass, and she groaned as she looked up at the sky. How long had they been running? Twenty minutes? Yes, something like that. A flat-out sprint for twenty minutes. Most soldiers couldn’t do that. \n[i]I don’t want to be a soldier…[/i]\nAll that the little gryphon wanted was the chance to get her revenge on all those that had killed her people, who had threatened her. Jak had killed some, and had done more to take down others, but she knew for a fact that there were some of them still in the world. There were many evil people out there. \nAn assassin? A magical assassin? Yes, that wouldn’t be the worst thing to be. Someone that would hurt the bad people, someone that would stop the bad people from doing bad things. Someone that would take all the power of magic and…and rip them apart before they could do the things that had been done to her. \nThe anger felt good, and it soothed some of the aches in her ribs and elsewhere as she caught her breath. \nJak had already moved to the edge of the jagged hilltop, looking back at the city. The gryphon groaned, dragging herself across the hilltop to join him. \n“Why…would an army…chase after you?” she managed to ask through her panting, gasping attempts to calm herself down. \n“Because a noblewoman has not been herself.”\n“One person? Just one?”\n“They’re noble. It means more to the kingdom.”\n“That’s…not…fair…”\n“Nor is the kingdom.”\nHe pointed to the city, and she just make out the procession of flags that were entering the settlement from the other side. The flags themselves were bright blue and gold, though the patterns on them were a bit hard to make out at this distance. Here and there, armor reflected light, but she was pretty sure that there were dozens of people in armor down there, perhaps hundreds. \n“That’s a lot…a lot of soldiers.”\n“That’s why we had to run.”\n“What would have happened if…”\n“If we were caught?” Jak shook his head. “They’d try to execute me, and they’d take you into custody.”\n“…Custody being…’service’?”\nThe lizard-man nodded, and she nodded back. It didn’t have the same ring of horror to it that it once had. Working in the brothel for a month had made her more…aware…of her body in a way that was different from just casting magic on it. She had a way of feeling comfortable with it, and the idea of someone else ‘using’ it that way didn’t make her shiver the way that it would have done before she met Jak. \nThat didn’t mean that she wanted to go back to that, but it was no longer hopeless. She was…dangerous, now, she realized. If someone did try and rape her, as long as she was conscious, she was the one that would have the last laugh. She could do more than just remove someone’s ability to impregnate her. \nWith enough focus, she could make someone explode as soon as their cock was inside of her. \n[i]I could…[/i]\nThe mental image of being a child whore that killed those that would prey on children was…interesting, to put it mildly. She could very easily find those that were willing to hurt children and draw them in for that, and then kill them. One more way to spend her anger. But would it work, long-term?\nShe looked at the army that was pouring into the city, and shivered. As soon as word got out of a ‘monster’ like that, they would send a force like this to deal with her. And she didn’t have the magic to fight an army. \nThe lizard-man at her side was almost like a statue as he watched the army, his eyes flicking this way and that among the people coming into the city. Minerva wondered if he could actually see them, or if he was just watching for threats. He didn’t move as the wind caught his loincloth and blew it around, nor did he take his eyes off the city. \nThey sat there, watching in silence, for almost an hour. It wasn’t until the army’s flag was placed in one of the manors that Jak showed any reaction, and even then, it wasn’t at the flag. It was at the man that put it there. \n“Garvis…”\nThe word was more of a growl than anything else, and it was a loud growl at that. The lizard-man clenched from head to toe, his thighs bursting with muscle, his neck popping with veins through his scales. The gryphon stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide. \n“Who is…Garvis?”\n“One of the commanders responsible for [i]my[/i] misery.”\n“You know him? You can see him?”\n“The fox on the balcony…”\nShe couldn’t make out the species of the officer, despite the fact that the manor was above the wall proper of the city. She could only see that there was someone there. Yet, if Jak said it was a fox, she had no reason to doubt him. \n“Is he…”\n“He ordered it.”\n“…”\n“And he was the one that supplied it. He’s one of the [i]big[/i] ones. And he needs to die.”\nThere was a rage to his voice that she had not heard before, and Minerva was surprised to find herself afraid. She wanted to take a step back from the man as he almost vibrated with anger, and it was will alone that kept her close. \nSlowly, she reached out, resting a hand on his arm, feeling the heat that was coming off his scales. There was something more there, something…different…from pure rage, but it was worse than that. It was like she was on the verge of touching fire. \n“Jak…”\nHe didn’t move, didn’t shift. All he did was stare, his mouth peeling back in a snarl that showed more teeth than she was used to. He clenched his hands into fists that were already creating little red lines running down his palms. \nHe was obsessed, fixated. And he needed a distraction. \n[i]…Florence…you planned this…[/i]\nThe damn succubus had known something was about to happen, and she had been sure that they were going to leave soon. Maybe not this soon, but she’d known. Maybe she had pushed Jak into doing things that he shouldn’t, or maybe this was something that Jak had done to himself, but either way, he was on the verge of exploding. And if he did, if he lost control, then they were going to be in trouble. Deep trouble. \nThere was only one thing that she could think of that would distract him now, and she hoped that she was right. \nReaching down between his legs, she rested her small fingers against his slit. He huffed softly, but his eyes didn’t shift from the fox on the balcony. \n[i]Please work…[/i]\nMinerva didn’t have much power left, but she had some. Enough to call out to his body, and for his body to respond. It wasn’t the power of a succubus, but rather, the power of her magic, the power of the body to call to another body. \nAnd as she curled her fingers, curling them as a lady might curl them to a lover across the ballroom, Jak’s cocks rose and came to her. \nThey slid free of his slit, coming to her as she kept stroking them, and the more that she channeled into him, the harder he got. She knelt down between his legs, then slid down on her back, her tiny wings splayed out on either side. Her beak made it difficult, but she started working her tongue along his twin dicks. \nShe had forgotten the thick taste that he had, the heavy musk that came from his cocks being locked in a slit all the time. As the first foot of his length came free and his balls followed, she watched as the other half started to emerge. Even with all her experience at the brothel, she doubted that she could take them in her jaws, so she kept to the work of hands and tongue, keeping him stimulated. \nOne lick, two, three, and he was soon dripping pre-cum on the hilltop. Not much, but enough to see, enough to smell, enough to taste. She had her skills, now, and she used her small hands, soft hands, soft fingers, to remind him what sort of taboo he was enjoying. \nHe started to shift his position, no longer so rigid, starting to grind his cocks against her hands and her face. The tip left pre-cum along her cheeks, marking her, shining her, showing off what he wanted and what he needed. She started to pull on his cocks all the harder, jerking them good and tight. \n“That’s it…you know what you really want…”\nShe was talking, saying things that she remembered from the brothel, even as she felt that thick musk making her…parts…feel rather needy. The size of him, the difference between the two of them, was awakening feelings that nobody in the brothel had been able to imitate. She wanted this. \nNo, she wanted [i]him[/i] again. \nRemembering how they had stretched her before, to feel one in each hole, or both in her pussy…\nShe groaned, kissing the tip of each cock, feeling them give slightly against her beak, knowing that they wanted more, that he wanted more…\nMinerva used the last of her magics for the day to pull herself up, to give herself the strength to hold out against that. She knew that there was every chance that the lizard-man could dominate her, but…\nShe rolled onto her belly, sliding forward. As she dragged his cocks between her ass cheeks, one stayed there and the other flopped between her thighs. She pushed back, keeping them grinding on her, and Jak groaned. \nFinally, he reached down and grabbed her hips, holding her there, panting hard. She expected him to start hammering away, fucking her, using her the way that he had done that first time…\nAnd he didn’t. \nInstead, he just held there, his fingers curling tighter and tighter, the claws at the tips digging into her skin. She felt the scratches even through all the fluff that would have normally protected her, but didn’t complain. She could feel his cocks throbbing, dripping, but didn’t have the strength to push back and take him. \nAnd then, she felt him pull away. \n“No,” he muttered. \n“No?” \n“Not…now…”\n“Why not?”\n“Not…now.”\nThat was all he said, but at least he was no longer burning up at the touch. At least, now, he wasn’t about to explode and leave her alone. \nMinerva wasn’t sure if she could take being alone again. Not after finally finding something that reminded her that she didn’t have to be. She slowly pulled her robe back down, shaking her head as Jak pulled himself back from her. \n#\nThe lizard-man shook his head as he sat at the edge of the hill, doing his best to calm himself down as he felt his cocks throbbing with the urge to dominate the little gryphon. She had been so insistent just then, and surprisingly talented with her hands and beak compared to the near-useless talents she’d had over a month ago. A part of him wondered if she would be able to take his cocks better this time, and he decided not to pursue that line of thought. \nThe dragon’s blood, as Florence had called it, had only gotten stronger in the month that they’d been here. The succubus had constantly pushed him to experiment with it, to see what else it could do besides overwhelming the females that he was with. The way that it had affected Lady Mallin, it turned out, was only one of many things that might happen to his partners. \nAnd none of them made him feel good about himself. \n[i]The dragon’s blood…[/i] He could still feel it burning through him, roaring through his head, begging him to take and claim the little gryphon. It was a power that craved to lord over the world around him, to take and use and just…rut…\nTo ruin, if it was let loose. The dragon was not gentle, and it would not be if it was allowed to do what it wished. It would just run wild, and few would be able to take that. \nThe ‘victims’ that he had created during his time in the city continued to roll through his head. Lady Mallin, the doe marked with his sign and broken to service, her mind empty save for the commands that he’d give her. Lady Roni, a badger woman that had been turned into a breeder, willing to take his cock and…and able to take his eggs. Lady Turil, an eagle that had been turned into little more than a drone, waiting for commands, and otherwise doing nothing. \nAnd they had been the most normal, the least changed. Some had started to take on the scales of a lizard themselves, showing themselves submitting to the dragon’s blood in a way that he had never imagined possible. They were claimed, marked, and more eager than any to follow him. He could have turned the entire city to his will, if he had been interested in using his powers that way. \nBut he would have been a ruler over a city of slaves, and for all that he wished to enjoy it, he did not know what was him and what was the dragon’s blood. \nJak took a deep breath, pulling himself together in a small ball, his knees against his chest and his arms folded over them to give him a place to rest his chin. He looked down in the city, watching as the soldiers moved through the streets. They were kicking in doors, shouting, pushing, interrogating people. The marks on the nobles would have been found already, and he was sure that they were looking for him. \nAt the very least, Garvis would have. \nHis fingers clenched again, but not so hard as they had the first time, when he had recognized the fox. That, at least, Minerva had saved him from. The dragon’s blood had been seething in his veins, pushing him to take charge, to run back to the city, to impale that fox on his sword. \nAnd he could have done it. Garvis was not the best fighter. Good, yes, but not as good as him. They had clashed before, and it had always been the fox’s minions that had kept him at bay. This time, alone on the balcony…\n[i]No. He wouldn’t be alone. And if he thinks I’m around, then he’s going to take precautions.[/i]\nThe dragon’s blood was powerful, but it was stupid. It didn’t know how to handle things the way that a person would, was more bestial than it was intelligent. He had to be the one to guide it, or it would put him into a situation from which there would be no escape. Like running into the city and trying to take that man down without an escape plan. \nThe more that he focused on control, the more that the hatred filtered down into something more akin to a campfire rather than a blazing inferno. Within a few minutes he was, if not calm, then once more in control of himself. \nHe leaned his head back, took a deep breath of the wind, and then blew it out. \n“We’ll follow them,” he said. \n“You think we can find an opening?”\n“We’ll make one, if we have to.”\n“…How long do you think he’ll stay in town?”\n“Just long enough to be sure that I’m not there anymore.” Jak shook his head. “Then, he’ll travel back home.”\n“Home?”\n“The capital.” He smiled slightly. “And once he gets there…we might have a chance.”\nThe gryphon girl sat down beside him, her robe once more closed, her body once more covered. She cocked her head to the side as she looked up at him, a slight smile on her beak as she did. \n“We?”\n“…I’m going to need help,” he admitted. “Garvis knows me, just like I know him. He’s going to expect some of my old tricks.”\n“You mean like your full-frontal assaults?”\n“…It is a strategy, I suppose, more than a trick.”\nShe looked at him with a raised eyebrow that he dismissed. For all that she might have a point, he did not need to feed the ego of the gryphon right at that point in time. She had already grown much in the care of Florence, and he had little doubt that she would grow further the more that she did in life. The problem was keeping her from overreaching, as she had been about to do beneath him. \nIf he had ended up marking her with the dragon’s claim…\nThe dragon’s blood seethed again, surprisingly strong as it felt the urge for the smaller female. It wanted her under him, moaning, screaming, gasping, begging for the attention that only one with the dragon’s blood could give. He squelched the desire, for the most part, though it was still pushing at him in the back of his mind. \n“We will see if an opportunity opens up on the road, but I do not expect that it will,” the lizard-man said as he pushed himself to his feet. “They will be on their guard.”\n“Did you two…”\n“We met before.”\nIt had been rather a difficult fight, too. The fox had been a colonel then, rather than the general that he had obviously become in the meantime. Less men, but strong bodyguards, and mages that had tested his resistance quite hard. By the time that he’d reached the fox, the difference in their skill had been narrowed by his own exhaustion, but he’d still managed to put a few good cuts on the bastard before he’d been driven away by fresh reinforcements. \nGarvis had always counted it as a win in public, but he wondered if the fox was afraid now. \n[i]We will see on the trip north…[/i]\n“Make camp out of sight, and hide the campfire smoke,” he said. “I’ll go hunt for some dinner.”\n“You don’t think he’ll leave today?”\n“He’ll be conducting a very thorough search. We’ll be out here for at least two days. Possibly four. Once that’s done, he’ll be in a hurry, so we’ll need to be ready to move quickly. But until then, we rest, and we prepare.”\nThey were going to need it. Garvis, for all his many faults, was a surprisingly able administrator. He could lead men and he could keep all the different variables of supply in his head like few others that the lizard-man had met. He would know how to run a caravan of soldiers, and he would know just how hard he could push them in a given day for maximum speed and distance. He and Minerva were going to have to run to keep up. \nHe hoped that Florence had taught her well enough to handle that. \n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Minerva’s Lessons
Chapter 7: Someone’s Noticed
For bigchris369
By Draconicon






Minerva slumped back against the bed in the brothel, the little gryphon panting softly as she felt the latest load of cum oozing out of her pussy. It took her some effort to collect herself this time. The stud-horse that had come by to make use of her body had been…very aggressive, to put it mildly. She took a few deep breaths, forcing her heart to slow down – something that had become easier and easier over the course of the last month – and she slowly focused her magic on her own body.
It was so much simpler than it used to be, and much as she hated to admit it, Florence had been right about her when she’d first arrived. She was used to using magic in flashy, powerful displays, the sort that burned through her energy, and she had never seen just how fast she was using it up until she started using it on herself. A month ago, she would have been exhausted after the first time that she put herself back together, what with the effort that came from casting a full-power spell down on her pussy to pull it all back to tightness. These days…
She wove the power through her lower lips, dragging them together almost as if with a magical needle and thread. It was painless, as ever, but it did mean that all that seed inside of her came rushing out in a gush. Minerva gasped, arching her back again as it came squishing and squirting out just under her clit, making her hiss with pleasure.
“Hehehe, still not ready for that, I see…”
Florence. The succubus watched her from the side of the room, sitting in the chair with a finger against her lips, a smile on her face, and just a bit of wetness oozing down the side of the chair. The black-furred demon woman was always productive, and it was always something of a shock to see just how much dribbled from her pussy during the ‘shows’ that Minerva put on over the course of the day.
“Mmmph…I keep forgetting…”
“Or you keep wanting, dear.”
“…Maybe.”
She didn’t want to admit that there was a part of her that liked the attention that she got at the brothel. As much as she hated the people that thought that this was okay, that there were those that wanted to get off using the bodies of people so young as her, she had to admit that there was something pleasurable about the size difference. None of them were as big as Jak, but it was…something.
And it was all that she was getting now, considering that Jak had been distant from her for the last three weeks. For the first week or so, when they first arrived, he had spent time with her, even sparred with her. They had gotten into it a few times, had a couple of arguments, but they had still been spending time together. Even fucking a bit, though nothing like the rut that first time.
Ever since then, though, he had stopped. She didn’t know what had happened, but she knew that he had been holding himself back. And it annoyed her.
She managed to tighten herself up enough down there to scoot to the edge of the bed, grunting as she felt the pre-cum and cum inside of her getting trapped. It was mostly pre-cum, though, and even the latter bits of the seed were not nearly fertile enough to actually make her catch pregnant. She doubted that it could happen with this mix of species, but she was going to be careful about that.
It just keeps getting easier…
As the little gryphon got comfortable on the edge of the bed, stretching her legs out and popping her toes, Florence gestured at the door. It sealed shut with a shimmer, the succubus’s power locking it against intrusion for the moment. The goat-tailed, red-horned, black-furred woman sat down by her at the edge of the bed.
“How do you feel?”
“…I don’t know. Whore-ish.”
“If that’s the case, then you must like being a whore more than you used to.”
“Why do you keep asking me that?” she asked, looking down at the floor. “It’s not what I want to be.”
“No, but it’s something that’s good to have as a back-up.”
“Just because you get off on all this…”
“Dear, I get off when you get off. Why do you think that I taught you how to do it so easily?”
Minerva blushed again, but didn’t answer. The last thing that she wanted to think about was the fact that it was so easy these days. She could cum without even pushing herself. She could ride a cock and get off within a minute if she had to, and that was often necessary for some of the hair-trigger clients. Pleasure…
Pleasure was nice, and it meant that she didn’t have to think about how angry she was. It was a good distraction.
She clenched her fists, pulling at the magic inside. She managed to create two tiny fireballs, nothing more than that, but it was still more than the average mage student could have done. Particularly without a staff. Holding the flames in her hands, she looked at them, stared at them, before closing her fists and extinguishing them.
“I don’t want to be a whore.”
“No, you want to be a killer.”
The gryphon winced. There wasn’t much judgment in Florence’s voice, but there was some, and being judged as less-than by a succubus was a hard thing to take. She turned her head again, looking at the far side of the room.
“I deserve some revenge.”
“Jak does, too, but he knows patience.”
“Patience. Ha…”
“You think you know something, girl?”
“I’ve heard the two of you. He’s doing something.”
“Oh?” A black-furred hand gripped her chin, forcing her to turn around again. Florence looked her in the eye, and the smile on her face was more indulgent than Minerva liked. “What do you think he’s doing?”
“Something that you want, but he doesn’t.”
“And why do you say that, hmm?”
“He complained. Loudly.”
She’d heard the blue lizard-man last night, heard him shouting, heard him almost screaming from the upstairs part of the succubus’s house. She remembered just how angry he had been, and she had half-expected to find one or the other of them dead when she came down the next morning.
Thankfully, that hadn’t bene the case, but Jak was not happy. She could tell that much.
The succubus chuckled.
“You pay attention. That’s good. That will help keep you alive.” Florence nodded. “I think that you’re almost at the end of what I can easily teach you, girl.”
“What?” The gryphon blinked. “You…what are you talking about?”
“My magic is of the body. You’ve already learned how to know your own body, and you’ve learned how to reach out to others. You’ve learned to control yourself, to not overspend your resources. And you’ve learned how to seduce and stay in charge, even when someone else is on top. After that, it’s more up to you, girl. More up to you how you learn your ‘voice’ of magic.”
“But…but…”
All she’d done was slut it up in the brothel. While it was clear that she had made some progress with her magic, she hadn’t thought it was that much. She’d been sure that there were still months’ worth of lessons for her here.
She was done? She was done?
Florence patted her back.
“It’s going to be alright, girl.”
“You…I thought…”
“You and Jak can keep staying with me, but I don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to. There’s things afoot in the kingdom, and while Jak is patient…heh…life has a way of twisting things around.”
“Florence…what did you do?”
“Me? Nothing.” The succubus smiled. “But all actions have consequences, Minerva. All actions…have consequences.”
#
They’d barely set foot in the house when Jak came barreling down from the upstairs. The blue lizard-man had a pair of swords jammed over his shoulders, a pack against his back, and had another pack and Minerva’s staff in hand.
“Time to go,” he said.
“What? Now?” she asked, catching the gear as he tossed them to her. “We just got back.”
“And the army’s going to be here in less than an hour. We need to go. Now.”
“Ah, someone finally got caught,” Florence said, back in her mundane, brown-furred feline shape. “Which one?”
“Lady Mallin’s cousin,” Jak said as he darted through the house, gathering one thing after another from different stands, drawers, and more. “I’m borrowing these.”
“Take them. They’ll be better with you, and less suspicious than with me.”
“You’ll hide, then?”
“I’ll be fine, Jak. I’ve gathered enough to live through the next year, if I have to.”
Minerva was at sea, and her head was swimming in confusion. She barely had the presence of mind to take off her little slut-dress and put on the robe that she’d carried away from her old life. She had barely gotten it on when Jak was running past her to the door, grabbing her by the scruff of the robe. Yelping, she was dragged out the door and onto the street, stumbling along.
Barely getting the chance to wave goodbye to Florence, she ran behind the lizard-man, struggling to keep up with his long strides.
“Where are we going?”
“Out of the city.”
“But why?”
“Because one of my ‘contacts’ ratted me out.”
“What the hell were you doing?”
“…”
“Jak?”
“Later.”
They moved faster than they had ever done before, and Minerva was more grateful than ever that she had learned the body-magic from Florence. If she hadn’t, she would have collapsed in minutes, but with the enhancements that she had learned, she was able to keep up. Not just keep up, but exceed Jak from time to time, moving in a blur of feathers and fur as they went from the street to the rooftops.
From there, it was easy to leave the city. They followed the route of the main road, avoiding the few guards that patrolled it during the day time, and leaped over the wall at the far end. Minerva was half-sure that there would be someone to see them leaping over the walls, but if they did, the guards were likely paid to keep people out rather than in. She spread her small wings, using what little lift they offered to not fall too hard.
Jak hit the ground with all the force that one could, of course, but he showed no injury. They ran together along the road, moving to the forest and the hills that overlooked the city from the north.
It wasn’t until they reached one of the taller, more jagged hills, and the summit of it, no less, that Jak allowed them to stop and rest. Minerva panted for breath, shaking from head to toe as she finally released the spells that had kept her going for that long.
“Ah…ah…ah…”
She fell over, flat on her ass, and she groaned as she looked up at the sky. How long had they been running? Twenty minutes? Yes, something like that. A flat-out sprint for twenty minutes. Most soldiers couldn’t do that.
I don’t want to be a soldier…
All that the little gryphon wanted was the chance to get her revenge on all those that had killed her people, who had threatened her. Jak had killed some, and had done more to take down others, but she knew for a fact that there were some of them still in the world. There were many evil people out there.
An assassin? A magical assassin? Yes, that wouldn’t be the worst thing to be. Someone that would hurt the bad people, someone that would stop the bad people from doing bad things. Someone that would take all the power of magic and…and rip them apart before they could do the things that had been done to her.
The anger felt good, and it soothed some of the aches in her ribs and elsewhere as she caught her breath.
Jak had already moved to the edge of the jagged hilltop, looking back at the city. The gryphon groaned, dragging herself across the hilltop to join him.
“Why…would an army…chase after you?” she managed to ask through her panting, gasping attempts to calm herself down.
“Because a noblewoman has not been herself.”
“One person? Just one?”
“They’re noble. It means more to the kingdom.”
“That’s…not…fair…”
“Nor is the kingdom.”
He pointed to the city, and she just make out the procession of flags that were entering the settlement from the other side. The flags themselves were bright blue and gold, though the patterns on them were a bit hard to make out at this distance. Here and there, armor reflected light, but she was pretty sure that there were dozens of people in armor down there, perhaps hundreds.
“That’s a lot…a lot of soldiers.”
“That’s why we had to run.”
“What would have happened if…”
“If we were caught?” Jak shook his head. “They’d try to execute me, and they’d take you into custody.”
“…Custody being…’service’?”
The lizard-man nodded, and she nodded back. It didn’t have the same ring of horror to it that it once had. Working in the brothel for a month had made her more…aware…of her body in a way that was different from just casting magic on it. She had a way of feeling comfortable with it, and the idea of someone else ‘using’ it that way didn’t make her shiver the way that it would have done before she met Jak.
That didn’t mean that she wanted to go back to that, but it was no longer hopeless. She was…dangerous, now, she realized. If someone did try and rape her, as long as she was conscious, she was the one that would have the last laugh. She could do more than just remove someone’s ability to impregnate her.
With enough focus, she could make someone explode as soon as their cock was inside of her.
I could…
The mental image of being a child whore that killed those that would prey on children was…interesting, to put it mildly. She could very easily find those that were willing to hurt children and draw them in for that, and then kill them. One more way to spend her anger. But would it work, long-term?
She looked at the army that was pouring into the city, and shivered. As soon as word got out of a ‘monster’ like that, they would send a force like this to deal with her. And she didn’t have the magic to fight an army.
The lizard-man at her side was almost like a statue as he watched the army, his eyes flicking this way and that among the people coming into the city. Minerva wondered if he could actually see them, or if he was just watching for threats. He didn’t move as the wind caught his loincloth and blew it around, nor did he take his eyes off the city.
They sat there, watching in silence, for almost an hour. It wasn’t until the army’s flag was placed in one of the manors that Jak showed any reaction, and even then, it wasn’t at the flag. It was at the man that put it there.
“Garvis…”
The word was more of a growl than anything else, and it was a loud growl at that. The lizard-man clenched from head to toe, his thighs bursting with muscle, his neck popping with veins through his scales. The gryphon stared at him for a moment, her eyes wide.
“Who is…Garvis?”
“One of the commanders responsible for my misery.”
“You know him? You can see him?”
“The fox on the balcony…”
She couldn’t make out the species of the officer, despite the fact that the manor was above the wall proper of the city. She could only see that there was someone there. Yet, if Jak said it was a fox, she had no reason to doubt him.
“Is he…”
“He ordered it.”
“…”
“And he was the one that supplied it. He’s one of the big ones. And he needs to die.”
There was a rage to his voice that she had not heard before, and Minerva was surprised to find herself afraid. She wanted to take a step back from the man as he almost vibrated with anger, and it was will alone that kept her close.
Slowly, she reached out, resting a hand on his arm, feeling the heat that was coming off his scales. There was something more there, something…different…from pure rage, but it was worse than that. It was like she was on the verge of touching fire.
“Jak…”
He didn’t move, didn’t shift. All he did was stare, his mouth peeling back in a snarl that showed more teeth than she was used to. He clenched his hands into fists that were already creating little red lines running down his palms.
He was obsessed, fixated. And he needed a distraction.
…Florence…you planned this…
The damn succubus had known something was about to happen, and she had been sure that they were going to leave soon. Maybe not this soon, but she’d known. Maybe she had pushed Jak into doing things that he shouldn’t, or maybe this was something that Jak had done to himself, but either way, he was on the verge of exploding. And if he did, if he lost control, then they were going to be in trouble. Deep trouble.
There was only one thing that she could think of that would distract him now, and she hoped that she was right.
Reaching down between his legs, she rested her small fingers against his slit. He huffed softly, but his eyes didn’t shift from the fox on the balcony.
Please work…
Minerva didn’t have much power left, but she had some. Enough to call out to his body, and for his body to respond. It wasn’t the power of a succubus, but rather, the power of her magic, the power of the body to call to another body.
And as she curled her fingers, curling them as a lady might curl them to a lover across the ballroom, Jak’s cocks rose and came to her.
They slid free of his slit, coming to her as she kept stroking them, and the more that she channeled into him, the harder he got. She knelt down between his legs, then slid down on her back, her tiny wings splayed out on either side. Her beak made it difficult, but she started working her tongue along his twin dicks.
She had forgotten the thick taste that he had, the heavy musk that came from his cocks being locked in a slit all the time. As the first foot of his length came free and his balls followed, she watched as the other half started to emerge. Even with all her experience at the brothel, she doubted that she could take them in her jaws, so she kept to the work of hands and tongue, keeping him stimulated.
One lick, two, three, and he was soon dripping pre-cum on the hilltop. Not much, but enough to see, enough to smell, enough to taste. She had her skills, now, and she used her small hands, soft hands, soft fingers, to remind him what sort of taboo he was enjoying.
He started to shift his position, no longer so rigid, starting to grind his cocks against her hands and her face. The tip left pre-cum along her cheeks, marking her, shining her, showing off what he wanted and what he needed. She started to pull on his cocks all the harder, jerking them good and tight.
“That’s it…you know what you really want…”
She was talking, saying things that she remembered from the brothel, even as she felt that thick musk making her…parts…feel rather needy. The size of him, the difference between the two of them, was awakening feelings that nobody in the brothel had been able to imitate. She wanted this.
No, she wanted him again.
Remembering how they had stretched her before, to feel one in each hole, or both in her pussy…
She groaned, kissing the tip of each cock, feeling them give slightly against her beak, knowing that they wanted more, that he wanted more…
Minerva used the last of her magics for the day to pull herself up, to give herself the strength to hold out against that. She knew that there was every chance that the lizard-man could dominate her, but…
She rolled onto her belly, sliding forward. As she dragged his cocks between her ass cheeks, one stayed there and the other flopped between her thighs. She pushed back, keeping them grinding on her, and Jak groaned.
Finally, he reached down and grabbed her hips, holding her there, panting hard. She expected him to start hammering away, fucking her, using her the way that he had done that first time…
And he didn’t.
Instead, he just held there, his fingers curling tighter and tighter, the claws at the tips digging into her skin. She felt the scratches even through all the fluff that would have normally protected her, but didn’t complain. She could feel his cocks throbbing, dripping, but didn’t have the strength to push back and take him.
And then, she felt him pull away.
“No,” he muttered.
“No?”
“Not…now…”
“Why not?”
“Not…now.”
That was all he said, but at least he was no longer burning up at the touch. At least, now, he wasn’t about to explode and leave her alone.
Minerva wasn’t sure if she could take being alone again. Not after finally finding something that reminded her that she didn’t have to be. She slowly pulled her robe back down, shaking her head as Jak pulled himself back from her.
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The lizard-man shook his head as he sat at the edge of the hill, doing his best to calm himself down as he felt his cocks throbbing with the urge to dominate the little gryphon. She had been so insistent just then, and surprisingly talented with her hands and beak compared to the near-useless talents she’d had over a month ago. A part of him wondered if she would be able to take his cocks better this time, and he decided not to pursue that line of thought.
The dragon’s blood, as Florence had called it, had only gotten stronger in the month that they’d been here. The succubus had constantly pushed him to experiment with it, to see what else it could do besides overwhelming the females that he was with. The way that it had affected Lady Mallin, it turned out, was only one of many things that might happen to his partners.
And none of them made him feel good about himself.
The dragon’s blood… He could still feel it burning through him, roaring through his head, begging him to take and claim the little gryphon. It was a power that craved to lord over the world around him, to take and use and just…rut…
To ruin, if it was let loose. The dragon was not gentle, and it would not be if it was allowed to do what it wished. It would just run wild, and few would be able to take that.
The ‘victims’ that he had created during his time in the city continued to roll through his head. Lady Mallin, the doe marked with his sign and broken to service, her mind empty save for the commands that he’d give her. Lady Roni, a badger woman that had been turned into a breeder, willing to take his cock and…and able to take his eggs. Lady Turil, an eagle that had been turned into little more than a drone, waiting for commands, and otherwise doing nothing.
And they had been the most normal, the least changed. Some had started to take on the scales of a lizard themselves, showing themselves submitting to the dragon’s blood in a way that he had never imagined possible. They were claimed, marked, and more eager than any to follow him. He could have turned the entire city to his will, if he had been interested in using his powers that way.
But he would have been a ruler over a city of slaves, and for all that he wished to enjoy it, he did not know what was him and what was the dragon’s blood.
Jak took a deep breath, pulling himself together in a small ball, his knees against his chest and his arms folded over them to give him a place to rest his chin. He looked down in the city, watching as the soldiers moved through the streets. They were kicking in doors, shouting, pushing, interrogating people. The marks on the nobles would have been found already, and he was sure that they were looking for him.
At the very least, Garvis would have.
His fingers clenched again, but not so hard as they had the first time, when he had recognized the fox. That, at least, Minerva had saved him from. The dragon’s blood had been seething in his veins, pushing him to take charge, to run back to the city, to impale that fox on his sword.
And he could have done it. Garvis was not the best fighter. Good, yes, but not as good as him. They had clashed before, and it had always been the fox’s minions that had kept him at bay. This time, alone on the balcony…
No. He wouldn’t be alone. And if he thinks I’m around, then he’s going to take precautions.
The dragon’s blood was powerful, but it was stupid. It didn’t know how to handle things the way that a person would, was more bestial than it was intelligent. He had to be the one to guide it, or it would put him into a situation from which there would be no escape. Like running into the city and trying to take that man down without an escape plan.
The more that he focused on control, the more that the hatred filtered down into something more akin to a campfire rather than a blazing inferno. Within a few minutes he was, if not calm, then once more in control of himself.
He leaned his head back, took a deep breath of the wind, and then blew it out.
“We’ll follow them,” he said.
“You think we can find an opening?”
“We’ll make one, if we have to.”
“…How long do you think he’ll stay in town?”
“Just long enough to be sure that I’m not there anymore.” Jak shook his head. “Then, he’ll travel back home.”
“Home?”
“The capital.” He smiled slightly. “And once he gets there…we might have a chance.”
The gryphon girl sat down beside him, her robe once more closed, her body once more covered. She cocked her head to the side as she looked up at him, a slight smile on her beak as she did.
“We?”
“…I’m going to need help,” he admitted. “Garvis knows me, just like I know him. He’s going to expect some of my old tricks.”
“You mean like your full-frontal assaults?”
“…It is a strategy, I suppose, more than a trick.”
She looked at him with a raised eyebrow that he dismissed. For all that she might have a point, he did not need to feed the ego of the gryphon right at that point in time. She had already grown much in the care of Florence, and he had little doubt that she would grow further the more that she did in life. The problem was keeping her from overreaching, as she had been about to do beneath him.
If he had ended up marking her with the dragon’s claim…
The dragon’s blood seethed again, surprisingly strong as it felt the urge for the smaller female. It wanted her under him, moaning, screaming, gasping, begging for the attention that only one with the dragon’s blood could give. He squelched the desire, for the most part, though it was still pushing at him in the back of his mind.
“We will see if an opportunity opens up on the road, but I do not expect that it will,” the lizard-man said as he pushed himself to his feet. “They will be on their guard.”
“Did you two…”
“We met before.”
It had been rather a difficult fight, too. The fox had been a colonel then, rather than the general that he had obviously become in the meantime. Less men, but strong bodyguards, and mages that had tested his resistance quite hard. By the time that he’d reached the fox, the difference in their skill had been narrowed by his own exhaustion, but he’d still managed to put a few good cuts on the bastard before he’d been driven away by fresh reinforcements.
Garvis had always counted it as a win in public, but he wondered if the fox was afraid now.
We will see on the trip north…
“Make camp out of sight, and hide the campfire smoke,” he said. “I’ll go hunt for some dinner.”
“You don’t think he’ll leave today?”
“He’ll be conducting a very thorough search. We’ll be out here for at least two days. Possibly four. Once that’s done, he’ll be in a hurry, so we’ll need to be ready to move quickly. But until then, we rest, and we prepare.”
They were going to need it. Garvis, for all his many faults, was a surprisingly able administrator. He could lead men and he could keep all the different variables of supply in his head like few others that the lizard-man had met. He would know how to run a caravan of soldiers, and he would know just how hard he could push them in a given day for maximum speed and distance. He and Minerva were going to have to run to keep up.
He hoped that Florence had taught her well enough to handle that.




The End


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