Mageslayer

Lori was annoyed. She had been wanting to sleep, but there were too many mages outside her room, their magic smelled like piss and sulfur. It was a scent she was used to, but it didn’t mean she didn’t hate it. Most magic smelled like flowers or perfume, but not the human’s arcane magic, it smelled terrible. It was all she could do to not retch up a hairball as she curled in a corner. She tried to listen if they were saying anything, but the stone walls that circled her were thickened expressly to stop her, and with a grumble she eventually gave up. Mages often came around, but not this many, and not for this long, they couldn’t be guards, she couldn’t smell any cold iron, and they had been around too long.

One also smelled stronger than the others, not a typical mage, some kind of noble? Her head and ears both perked up as a new scent violated her nostrils, heavy smoke. This finally was enough and she coughed up a slimy ball of hairs and fur. Spymaster Leric had arrived. Normally this meant her master had come either to train her, or give her an assignment, but she felt a slight prod in her consciousness. Leric’s affinity for telepathy and psionics was well know and his attempt to breach Lori’s mental barriers were almost unnoticeable, but Lori knew he was coming, and made it clear to him that she was allowing him to get through her wardings. The minor frustration it brought him, evident in his aura’s scent strengthening brought a smile to Lori’s face.

Cat, prepare yourself. Lord Eter seeks to examine you. You will not disappoint me. Do not make yourself appealing to his tastes. That explained the scent of a noble, but why would he want to see Lori? Only those who needed to know knew who, or what she was. Anyone who needed her services simply discussed it with Leric.

Eter was a quite minor lord according to all she knew about the nobility of the Magocracy, so there would only be one reason he sought the lowly neko servant of Leric. He sought a toy, pet, or slave. Leric must not have much choice in this, he wouldn’t give her up simply, she was too useful. So why was he allowing this? Lori couldn’t reply, her natural affinity for mental warding limited her ability to learn the magic of telepathy, but she didn’t need to. He knew his message got through to her, and she’d have to follow it. The latter part of his command would come naturally, luckily, Lori was appealing to the eye of most men, but between having just coughing up a hairball, her lack of grooming, and simple, dirty, clothing, she wasn’t exactly looking as good as she could. Beyond that, her mannerisms would throw away any interest the noble may have had, even with her distaste for Leric; Lori had no intention of allowing herself to be an object of sex and submission to some lowly lord.

She smelt the approach of the noble and spymaster’s approach to the single door that led into her unfurnished chambers, as the lord approached a more subtle smell became apparent within his aura. Lilac. Lori’s fur bristled for a breath, before one more flattening. It was the same scent of her collar, the scent of primordial druidic magic. He had been one of the men to slaughter the circles. His aura smelt of pride and power, but now that she could sense it more clearly, was twisting with shame and guilt. As the door swung open she saw the familiar outline of the Spymaster, ashen skin and dark grey robes, with a magicked hood that concealed his face with darkness and smoke. A pendant around his neck with the twin rune of illusion and deceit. Marking him as a member of the council, the Spymaster. The other man, dressed in fine if simple garments, shoulders adorned with his house’s cape, a simple forest green weaved of arcane cloth. He stood a head taller than the spymaster beside him, slightly muscled with little fat. His skin was a shade paler than Lori’s own olive skin, and short cut hair raven black. What drew Lori’s gaze though, was his pair of emerald-green eyes, shining with the twinkle of magic few humans possessed. She stood, straightening her posture, tilting her head a twinge up to maintain the gaze of the man before he spoke, addressing her current master. “This is the one Leric?”

He spoke in a tone that made clear he already knew the answer, a curious trait Lori still failed to understand in humans. “Yes my lord, this is my servant, and I once more assure you that if you seek a mistress, there are far better options, she refuses to even bed me, I c-” before he finished, the taller man held up a hand to silence him. Technically he did have a higher title, Leric was not noble born, but everyone was well aware the Spymaster in truth held more influence. Though by now, Lori had a small idea of what brought this all about, and didn’t restrain her smile as she realized that for this small moment, Leric had little power about the outcome of this. Her suspicions confirmed with the man’s next words.

“I have been granted rite to any of your belongings of my own choosing. I do not appreciate you trying to sway my decision. What language does she speak, so I may interview her?” He spoke with a voice that betrayed his own annoyance, dislike of the spymaster was not uncommon, but the man must have been quite slighted to be this open in his hostility. Then again, the council awarded him rite against Leric, so his grievance must be severe. Regardless, she now decided to speak.

“Lori understands high arcano fine. He can speak to her in his preferred language, though Lori would be amused to see him try to speak in Faetongue.” Of course, her easy pronunciation of the complex language came to little surprise to her keeper, but the lord took a step back in shock, before squinting at her, taking several steps, the spymaster forgotten.

“But to speak high arcano requires noble blood, how could a Neko be capable, let alone actually learn?” His aura flashed with curiosity, for once a question he could not answer on his own.

“She does have some degree of nobility in her blood…” the spymaster said hesitantly, glaring at Lori. If he thought she would lie to a lord when speaking freely would do the same, he was mistaken. To be expected of a man such as himself though, one who lived and breathed with lies.

“She comes from House Rose, second born. If not for her mutation, she would be nobility. The master often does not speak the whole truth.” Lori corrected, still with a smile she gave the barest hint of teeth, enjoying the frustration that flared in Leric’s aura. “But he does speak the truth when advising against taking Lori as a mistress, she will sooner claw out her own throat than be bedded by a false master.”

“Good that I don’t wish to force myself upon you then. I had always wondered why the Roses were expelled, I suspect you would be the reason then?” He spoke swiftly, but hesitation within his words was evident. When you saw a reminder that the bottom of society, the sub human, could come from the top, it was to be expected.

“He is correct, Lori’s house was expunged for the act of giving birth to a half-fae. Eter does not need to offer sympathy, her family was swift to abandon their second born to try to save themselves.” Leric’s face, invisible as it was, stiffened, his aura gave it away. The use of the term half-fae was forbidden, to the Magocracy, they were mutants, no different to those corrupted by dark magic or driven insane by arcane knowledge. To the circles they were demigods, which is part of why the Magocracy eradicated the circles. The Magocracy sought to subjugate magic and the natural world, the concept of a fae spirit merging with that of a mortal, let alone a human, was abominable to it.

“I suppose I will withhold my apologies then. You are intriguing to me.” He spoke after a moment’s pause, not deterred by the forbidden term.

“The lord has the blood of the circles on his aura. It smells of lilac.” she didn’t give him any warning, and her voice did not speak of acquisition or anger, simply a statement of fact. He took a half step back, glancing away for just a breath before meeting her gaze.

“A keen nose. It is true, I assisted in the cleansing of the druids.” He spoke clearly, not denying or deflecting, that minor taint of guilt in his aura flaring for but a moment. Several moments of silence followed, before finally the Spymaster broke the spell. Gesturing towards the still present hairball on the floor and Lori as a whole, he spoke.

“As you can see, not only is she sickly and disturbing, but she is also not well controlled, or mannered. She is a frankly horrendous servant, and barely even responds to discipline. Now that your curiosity is sated, I can direct you towards a more pleasant mistress.” He spoke smoothly, confident that this encounter will have dissuaded the lord from any wish to take his prized assassin.

“No, I am quite fond of her, she can make any preparations and I shall take her to my manor. I can aid you in unbinding you from her collar if needed.” He spoke with a smile, and the spymaster stiffened once more, hesitating. Lori couldn’t help but smile slightly, after meeting this man, she had a good feeling. She had always trusted her soul and instincts, and now it seemed they agreed this was perhaps for the best.

“Lori has no preparations to make Lord Eter, and she does not suggest either he or Leric attempt the unbinding. Due to her nature, the collar uses druidic magic, and Lori is much better suited to unbind herself, though of course she requires the express permission of Spymaster Leric to do so.” She spoke with a mildly pleased sounding tone, a soft purr emanating as she finished, gesturing to the robed, and extremely angry man. He was attempting to telepathically communicate with her, but she kept her mind shielding up, preventing him the chance. Eventually, he realized he had little choice, and any attempt to not abide by the council granted rite risked his position. When he spoke, his voice ended up trembling with barely contained anger. Were he a pyromancer, he very well may have burst into flames.

“Very well. Abiding by the rite granted to Lord Eter Erenvloth by the Arcane Council of the Grand Magocracy, I, Council Member Leric Vernlich grant my servant, Lori…. Rose, the liberty to unbind herself to me, and instead fall under the direction of Lord Eter and the Erenvloth estate.” Spoken in most languages, the words were little more than that, but spoken in High Arcano, language of high magic and nobility, the words tickled Lori’s ears, and the smokey scent of the spymaster’s aura strengthened. As he finished, she felt a mild tingling sensation she often did when using magic. Her own aura, lilac and cinnamon flared, and invisible to human eyes, she saw the translucent pink of her own magic begin to surround her collar.

“Ou pa gen obligasyon e ou bay li gratis” The ancient words of primal magic, primordial, hissed through the air as her aura surged, magic flowing into the collar. She felt as the binding to the spymaster broke, an almost unnoticeable weight on her mind and spirit lifting as her aura returned to normal, and her collar now was free of the runes and etchings that had made the binding. She still couldn’t take it off, not as a servant or more accurately, slave, but she was at least partly free. A mild purr escaped her throat as she savored the sensation.

The two men had been watching, one still in annoyance, the other in surprise and uncertainty. He would undoubtedly ask about her actual role, as he certainly wouldn’t believe her to be a servant anymore, but she would answer him in time, later. The use of magic left her skin tingling, and her ears were perked up, tail pointing towards the ceiling. She allowed her eyes briefly to wander over her supposed new lord’s body and couldn’t help but grin as she let her mind wander, neko nature taking over. Besides his stench, he was handsome and well groomed. “Lori believes Leric should leave. Lori requires a moment of private time with her new Lord.”

If Leric had been fuming before, now he was downright furious, and it took all his composure to simply walk outside of the room without raising his voice in anger. He had on more than one occasion attempted to bed the catgirl and found himself wholly unsuccessful. The fact that she now made her intention to immediately allow herself to be taken be clear only further infuriated him. A fact Lori took not a small deal of enjoyment in. As for the lord, Eter seemed confused for a few moments, not yet speaking, but as Lori quickly approached him, he had no intention of declining her advance.

The room lacked a bed, the closest replacement being a poorly made clump of soft grasses and scraps of cloth, but that didn’t really matter for this. The gentle ring of the bell on her collar rang as Lori efficiently stripped herself, she could have teased the man, but had little interest in staying in this place for long. Soon her outer garments were discarded in a pile, she had a lithe build, reminiscent of an elf, though unlike one she was quite short, just barely reaching 5’6 if one counted her ears. Her underwear followed suit, leaving only a collar covering any part of her from view. Her tail perked up as she smiled, a naughty glint in her eye. “Lori gives Eter choice, because Eter give Lori choice. Does he want her? Neko creatures of passion, Lori does not want to let either be confused on what they are.” She spoke confidently, quite literally in her element as he drank in the sight of her.

Golden furred ears poke out from a rich mahogany colored head of hair falling just above her shoulders. Short bangs hang in front of her forehead and eyebrows, the hair framing her somewhat angled, small face, holding her vibrant pink colored eyes. Fine fur, invisible to the human eye and only barely sensed by touch covered her head to toe. It left her skin seeming hairless, though with a small patch of interlocking gold hairs forming a heart shaped patch over her ever so slightly glistening slit. Her skin was far from flawless however, marked by several scars and runes, both surprising for a supposed servant. There were other markings, not seeming like injuries, but still not seeming deliberate like the runes. Several small, pink, heart shaped markings were present on her body, one near her belly button, one on her inner left thigh, one of her right forearm, one on her right ankle, and finally one sitting just above her cleavage, an inch or two under her collarbone. Her breasts were perky and well sized to fit in a single hand, maybe a tad smaller than average, though proportionally they were sizable enough to be appreciated. Her nipples were small, and a claw mark seemed to form a scar just under her left breast. Her hips were small, but still distinct from her torso and thighs due to her lithe build, hinting at an hourglass figure, but just slightly too petite for it to be quite that.

She could have used magic to cover her scars, from fights and discipline both, but she wanted her new lord to see her fully, and see her he did, not speaking for several moments as he freely allowed his eyes to wander, Lori smelling a hint of his arousal, causing his aura to flare up, which in turn led to her almost gagging, breaking the spell of her seduction as she lurched forwards. “If he does want her, must let Lori disable his aura though. Smells terrible, makes Lori want to cough up hairball.” she spoke after raising her head, pinching her nose as her tail fell, bringing a short laugh for the man before he raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I do want to take you, but I doubt you could disable an aura, let alone mine. You…. Can try though.” he spoke with a hint of doubt. He really didn’t know what she was then, interesting. He’d figure out soon, but first, they’d play. Lori quickly advanced, long but slender claws appearing from between her fingers in just an instant as she curled her hands into fists. She swung towards him, and to his credit, he did not flinch, recognizing the strike would not meet his flesh. It did connect with his aura though, and he likely felt a brief flash of pain through his entire body, pulling a grunt. Lori retracted her claws, enjoying the now cleaner scent. Without arcane magic tainting his aura, he smelled faintly of fish, a hint of rosemary as well, and of course, traces of Lilac. The surprise on his face was evident as he quickly realized his aura was indeed gone, his connection to the magical energies assigned to him by blood and knowledge absent.

“Lord should know Lori only offer what she can do. He smells much better now, even if confused. Do not ask yet, only few minutes will his aura be gone.” she quickly explains, falling to her knees and with nimble hands pulling down his trousers, not letting him reply before running her rough tongue against his slightly stiffened member, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him. Her tongue wasn’t quite as rough as a true cat’s, but it still ever so slightly tugged on the sensitive flesh of his phallus, teasing it better than any human’s could. Lori had no true experience with this, but as a neko, she had her instincts, and her instincts served better than almost any experience served a human. She could smell the lust of Eter mingling with her own, the smell coaxing a drop of fluid from her own entrance. This seemed to be his first time, it served Lori well regardless, as she took his now mostly hardened member into the folds of her mouth.

It drew another grunt of pleasure from him, a purr attempting to escape Lori’s throat, adding to the sensations of her lips and tongue, gently sucking and swirling as she bobbed her head. Despite his scent, he didn’t taste like fish, to the mild disappointment of Lori, still she didn’t mind his taste, and worked her mouth with a rigor granted to her by her heritage of spirits of passion. The same spirits that made a succubus a master of the craft. He reached his hands to gently grip the sides of her head, before slowly moving them to her ears. As he reached them, Lori made her disapproval clear, glaring up at him and allowing one of her fangs to press slightly into his member. He quickly moved his hands back. “Message clear.” he spoke with a note of submission that pleased Lori. This was not just for fun, this was to make it clear what they would be. Lori would not be owned by a false master again, and she would make her will clear to him. The acceptance here made her optimistic for the future. She wouldn’t let him finish from this though, and soon after pulled her mouth back, looking up towards him.

“He want more from Lori? Want to fuck Lori?” she asks with a mischievous teasing tone, rising to her feet with expected grace. She took a half step forwards, pressing her chest against his shirt and placing a hand against his chest, granting a brief kiss to his neck.

“Yes,,,” he spoke with a mild tremble, his hard erection already confirmation enough though. Lori wrapped her arms around his neck and gave it a second kiss, raising herself before wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her thighs, Lori assuming correctly that he would have little trouble supporting her weight.

“Then Lori will give herself. He better enjoy.” she once more teased, flexing her legs and hips to rub her sex against his tip, drawing a mild sigh of pleasure from both, Then she pushed forwards, pressing herself entirely against him and plunging him into her depths. Gasping as she felt her slit spread and canal filled, wincing for a moment in the pain of being first taken suddenly in a single plunge, before it left her and allowed her to once more savor the pleasure. She let him rest fully inside her for a few moments, his breathing growing a swifter and more shallow as he clutched her thighs, fine fur feeling as soft as silk.

“Sh-shit… You feel…. Great, Lori.” he announced as if she didn’t already know, rolling her eyes once as she slowly shifted herself back, wiggling her hips to feel him push against all of her walls, making sure he slid against her most sensitive spots as she continued to coo and purr, not quite moaning. She moved slowly, allowing them both to savor this, meeting his gaze for a few moments before pushing her head forwards, meeting his lips in a kiss.