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A Game of Cat and Mouse	By : DhaliaDuchesne Category: +G through L > Guild Wars Views: 5752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The destroyers had been rooted out, hunted down, and destroyed. The Great Destroyer was dead by the Heroes’ hands. The time had come to part ways, return to old lives, old responsibilities. The Heroes returned each to their own lands. One group in particular had a long march ahead of them. An uneasy peace rested between two groups, the human Ebon Vanguard and the Charr Fierce Warband. The two groups followed each other from the Asura’s newly retaken Central Transfer Chamber. They took their long walk up through the destructive depths of Tyria, to the former Dwarven outpost in the Battledepths.

Out in the open air the two groups looked upon the massive Eye of the North, which quite amazingly dwarfed everything in the vicinity stretching high above the earth into the night sky. The structure was the current home base to the Ebon Vanguard. As the two groups approached its entrance, they stopped for the night. The officers of the Vanguard took a meeting separate from the rest of their party. As they walked away, to a corner in the Eye, Gwen caught Pyre’s eye, as she walked away. Her young human form taunting him, though not in the same way he felt taunted by the rest of this human group. From her, a challenge, a call, from the rest of the humans, hatred, an inbred desire and knowing that they were beneath him.

“So, what do we plan to do, now?” Anton asked Captain Langmar and Gwen as they took seats facing each other.

“We cannot trust these Charr much further. Once they cross into their own lands, then they will be our enemies.” Captain Langmar said. Gwen remained silent.

“I agree. Yet I feel that slaughtering them now would be a breach of our honorable time together.” Anton said, in response.

“Indeed. I believe our best course of action would be to play the friend. We will escort our Charr companions to Longeye’s ledge; leave only the skeleton crew here in the Eye as we had in the past. Once at Longeye’s we will wait until the Charr are away, and we can gain some reconnaissance on our enemy, before we strike.” Captain Langmar ended by standing and putting her arm forward, palm down. “Call ’Vanguard’ on three, one, two, three, Vanguard!” The group chanted in unison. Before they headed back to the groups of Humans and Charr scattered across the Eye, speaking of their exploits.

Gwen was still lost in her thoughts as she passed by Pyre’s group, currently breaking out the second keg of Dwarven ale (per Charr) which they had “liberated” from the Dwarven camp. Again, as she walked by, Pyre’s eyes were captivated by her. Her form, so smooth, curved, and alien to him, it intoxicated him with feral feelings, which he quickly rejected, pouring the keg of ale down his long throat.

Gwen walked into the cold air outside of the Eye, stood on the small patch of snow that was at the base of the ramp up to the Eye. She looked over the expanse of the lake which the Eye sat in the middle of. Still melancholy, she turned to go to her secret sanctuary. A small patch of green grass, a couple of green trees, and a long Red Iris plant was all that constituted her sanctuary, but with the only remaining place which still reminded her of the only time she could remember happiness, the time before the searing, was held by her mortal enemies, the Charr, whom were now getting themselves drunk with the rest of the Vanguard in the Eye’s central chamber.

Gwen, with her memories to keep her warm, sat down at the base of one of the trees, on the cool green grass, where she could longingly stare at the Red Iris Flower, rested her head on the bark of the tree, and was asleep in a short amount of time. Her rest calmed her mind, and her nerves she could feel the cold around her, but would not let it bother her. Her dreams started to become darkened, she felt an evil presence atop her, and she fought it. She would not let a beast control her ever again. Her eyes bolted open, just as the Shadow Vaettir closed upon her hill. Their battle lasted only a few moments, and was finished, her enemy sent to die, alone in some corner of the cold, unforgiving, northern woods.

The night had turned since when Gwen had first come out. It was now still, the sounds which had followed her, and the mob of people and Charr who had accompanied her back to the Eye. The sky had darkened as the stars had set. And everything around the Eye had become silent and still. Gwen stood and made her way back to the front ramp of the Eye of the North. Walking up, she could already smell the alcohol that was strewn everywhere, around the giant chamber. She clambered over and around passed out bodies, human and Charr alike, as she made her way across the central chamber towards the Hall of Monuments.

Pyre also had had too much to drink, Gwen saw as she came into the smaller, warmer inner chamber. It was now ringed with monuments, trophies, victories, and glory markers of all kinds, much different from when the Vanguard had found it, so long before. Pyre was on the ground behind the scrying pool, his orange fur, haphazardly poking out behind the giant mass of his body. She took her time walking around the Hall, trying to avoid him, and trying to see if he was actually asleep. She circled counter-clockwise until she passed the “Honor” monument, when she turned to the scrying pool, and reversed direction. On the Opposite side of the “Honor” monument she descended down to the lowest level, equal with the scrying pool and right beside Pyre Fierceshot.

She went to the lip of the pool and looked over, only seeing her reflection in the magnificently clear water. As she stared, she listened to the silence of the room, and to the sounds of Pyre’s chest rising and falling behind her. She turned and looked at the massive beast. His form inspired so much anger in her, so much rage, and so much passion. She came to his side and bent over to touch his face, to feel the fur on his long nose. She had spent much time amongst the Charr, as a slave, and fighting them, both along and with the Ebon Vanguard. With all that time, she couldn’t remember feeling the fur of a single Charr. She had felt their palms and their claws when they had hit her, she had felt their swords and their magic, but their fur had eluded her.

Her hand reached out tentatively, slowly, cautiously, and moved down to the Charr’s orange and grey nose. His long fangs pointed out of his mouth at their bizarre angles, sharp and pointed, they looked menacing. Still, Gwen reached down, and patted the long, sleeping snout. His fur was stiff and dry, like a bale of soft hay. Her hand ran lithely across Pyre's nose, over the small patch of fur between his eyes and to the top of his head. Gwen was just about to give herself a small smile when shock rocked through her body. A strong, rough, but soft paw had wrapped around her arm, and gripped tight.

Pyre pushed and Gwen twisted and fell over him. Pyre released her arm only to take them both in his paws, a split second later. Then time froze for a moment, two hearts faced each other, one above the other, both strong, passionate, inflamed. In the moment, two pairs of eyes met, and one relented to the melancholy and emotion in her heart, and the other fell to instinct and the desire for power in his.

Gwen's head and face fell into Pyre's neck, she buried her face in his fur, she petted, she kissed his buried skin. Pyre was more aggressive, with one clawed finger he tore and separated Gwen's leggings from her now bare, pale, smooth, and soft thighs. After destroying Gwen's leggings, Pyre's paw dropped. His claw now unlatched his armor's codpiece, it uncurled and fell to the floor, revealing the Charr's large pink member, engorged with blood.

A draft of icy cold, northern air met Gwen's exposed rear end after Pyre assaulted her leggings, she brought her hips down, instinctively, to protect he exposed rear from it. Pyre's erect member was positioned just below Gwen when she brought her hips down in response to the cold. Her sleeping folds came awake in an instant as they rubbed down the Charr's penis, and her small clitoris came to rest pressed tightly against it. With a deep throbbing lust that threatened to overtake her mind, she looked up and into the fiery eyes of Pyre Fierceshot, when they connected, something inside her snapped, and she began grinding her small woman hood against the Charr's exposed erection.

Pyre's head rolled back in ecstasy as the small form above him caressed his most intimate place with her own, but for Gwen it was soon too much, she lost the battle in her mind, her hips rose from their teasing, and slid right on top of the Pyre's, cock. She let her thighs come to the floor slowly, as Pyre's penis became enveloped by the folds of her vagina. First she let out a soundless squeak as the intruder made its way inside her, before eventually moving to high pitched moans that showed the pain and the confusion that her body was making her feel. As the Charr's penis came to a rest inside her, Pyre felt a warm trickling sensation running through the fur around his loins, and the scent of human blood filled his nostrils.

Gwen gave a light yelp of pain now, as she came to a rest closer to the Charr's body, his member filling fully, her vagina, she could for the moment only feel the tightness in her stomach muscles, could only gasp for air at the surprising mix of pain and pleasure she was feeling. Pyre took the initiative back, with his two clawed paws he reached up and cupped both of Gwen's pale, bare buttocks with his padded palms, he felt the softness and fragility in them, and it filled him with ideas of anger, of rage, he wanted to break her. He used his strength to lift her, off of his cock, then used his pelvis to meet her, as he lowered her back down onto himself. Pyre quickened his pace with each passing thrust. Sometimes, letting his arms do all the work, other times just his pelvis.

Pyre was drunk, but not oblivious to what was going on, to himself he thought of the feelings that this mouse was making him feel. Her tight vagina was unlike anything the Charr had experienced before. Small, slick, and wet, it stank of human blood, the smell of which was awakening more base instincts in him, and he had to focus to not be overcome. Luckily the amount was minimal so that he could still derive some pleasure out of watching his little Mouse's face contorted with pleasure, pain, and shame, in front of him, as she bounced up and down on his cock.

This was the escape Gwen had been looking for since the defeat of the Great Destroyer, she had needed an escape after the battle, the last in a war that had seen so much destruction. She could hardly face going back to it, the other war which had been being fought, tooth and nail, both in Ascalon and in her heart. It mattered not that the one who gave her this escape was one she hated above all else, she was just happy to have it, for this short time she could lay down all other responsibilities, and escape into a world that was made only of base pleasures, and natural ecstasies. But, she didn't come to these conclusions right then and there, no, she was too busy reveling in those pleasures, and absorbing that ecstasy to be bothered.

The faster and more aggressively Pyre thrusts into Gwen, the more pleasurably and less painfully she feels, the pleasure came over her in waves, as she felt herself be violated by the beast, this wild animal who was as much a part of her desires as it was her passion, her obsession. Gwen felt these feelings growing in her, as the couple's wild time began to come to an end. Pyre's smooth, wet cock was feeling near its limit as Gwen rose and fell on it. Pyre could feel it knotting at its base, the natural instinct to ensure pregnancy, in its mate. Pyre, with his paws still gripping Gwent taught, supple ass, tightened his grip as he felt his climax rising. When Pyre's grip tightened, the points of his jaggedly curved claws poked into the smooth flesh of the human riding above him, those feelings of little pinpricks helped to catapult Gwen up to the peak of her climax. With high, breathy moans, she could feel her orgasm hit her with the force of ocean tidal waves, against a rough cliff edge, she began to lose feeling in her hands and legs, and let them fall limp at her sides.

Pyre acknowledged her orgasm with his own, a half moment later. He felt his member spasm, and knew that next he would come. Dropping Gwen harshly down on his upraised cock, he let loose a load of his seed into her, then lifted her off his cock. Thrusting his pelvis into the air, he loosed a second, then a third load, onto the body of the little girl. The first covered Gwen's brilliant blue green tunic in the smelly, wet, seed of the Charr, the second connected with Gwen's face, the semen, hit on the bridge of her nose, and rolled to one side, and down her cheek.

Gwen, still in the throes of passion, her crotch, warm, and wet from the sex, her chest heaving, out of breath, lolled over onto the floor of the Hall. As she laid there, staring up at the ceiling and the great fire that lit the room, the majority of the semen on her face rolled down her chin, onto her neck and began dripping onto the floor, one small stream however, came and rolled onto her lips, teasing them. Her tongue came out and she tasted Pyre's seed. Warm, and soft, it had a rather over powering armor, and a hard, burnt, taste. Between her legs, in conjunction with her labored breathing, rolls of Pyre's ejaculate came rolling onto her legs from her enflamed vagina, and pooled on the floor. Gwen soon found herself dizzy in the tall room, aided by the feeling of her head still spinning after the orgasm. She fell fast asleep in a moment.

Pyre had come out of his orgasm into a feeling of complete lucidity, he sat up, and saw Gwen fall asleep on his left. He listened to her measured breathing for only a moment. He then latched up his codpiece around his messy and flaccid Charrhood, and stood silently. In ten quick, soundless strides he was out of the Hall of Monuments, and in the Eye of The North proper. With his catlike grace he rounded the room waking each of his war band separately, silently. They began their long sprint to home, to war with the Shaman caste. Together, in the light before dawn they ran through the still sleeping wilderness of the North, to their verdant homeland.

Pyre was to be the last Charr out of the Eye, when he saw the last of his war band go, he turned back, into the Eye. Silently grabbing a blanket off of a sleeping human, Pyre dashed into the Hall of Monuments, the only sounds being made were the rushing of the air as he passed, and the soft "tink tink" as the claws on feet crossed the metal floor. Dropping the blanket atop Gwen's messy, sleeping form, the Charr finally turned to leave. Sprinting out across the Eye, down its entrance ramp and out across the Ice lake, Pyre ran, relishing the brisk, cold air, he climbed to the top of a hill, which looked down on the entrance to the eye. He gathered his strength, and made the loudest roar he could muster. The roar was for his conquest, his victory, as well as his defeat, his loss. it crossed the Ice lake, and entered the Eye of the North. All of the soldiers of the Ebon Vanguard, shivered in fear, as they lay sleeping when they heard the sound, all but one.

Gwen, fast asleep and warm in the Hall of Monuments smiled when she heard the sound. A smile she hadn't worn for a long time, and wouldn't again for a long time. For her mind knew that it could not be allowed to remember the truth of that night, and so blocked it out, created a story for it. She had gotten to the Hall of Monuments with the other Vanguard, she met with Captain Langmar, then began partying with the rest of the Vanguard, gotten drunk, and fell asleep, she had gotten cold in the Eye, however, had woken up, and gone into the warmer Hall of Monuments, where she found herself the next morning.

In the coming days, the world would continue down it's winding path, humanity and Charr would continue their epic fight to its conclusion, many would lay dead in its wake, Pyre and Gwen would become enemies again. Pyre's legacy would live on in his daughter, the first to bring female Charr back to the battlefields, and out of their roles deigned by the shamans, and to a world where Charr would become masters of war. Gwen's womb did not take to Pyre's seeds, so no young kittens were to be found stirring in the Eye, in the next several months, and during that time, Gwen would not take a suitor either, for while many would kill to have her be theirs, it took someone very special to finally win her heart, and help her settle down, as much as she ever could.

The End.

P.S.

A draft of icy cold, northern air met Gwen's exposed rear end after Pyre assaulted her leggings, she brought her hips down, instinctively, to protect he exposed rear from it. Pyre's erect member was positioned just below Gwen when she brought her hips down in response to the cold. Her sleeping folds came awake in an instant as they rubbed down the Charr's penis and her small clitoris came to rest pressed tightly against the it. With a deep throbbing lust that threatened to overtake her mind, she looked up and into the fiery eyes of Pyre Fierceshot, when they connected, something inside her snapped, and she drew her wand and spilt his blood all across the sacred scrying pool of the Hall of Monuments.

... (j/k) ...

P.P.S.
Gwen, still in the throes of passion, her crotch, warm, and wet from the sex, her chest heaving, out of breath, lolled over onto the floor of the Hall. As she laid there, staring up at the ceiling and the great fire that lit the room, the majority of the semen on her face rolled down her chin, onto her neck and began dripping onto the floor, between her legs, in conjunctions with her labored breathing, rolls of Pyre's ejaculate came rolling onto her legs, and pooled on the floor. Gwen soon found herself dizzy in the tall room, aided by the feeling of her head still spinning after the orgasm. She promptly threw up all over Pyre.

...(j/k)...
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