King's Cat Part 6
Balizar laid in bed in the former commander's quarters at the fort. He smiled to himself remembering how his Master had kissed him on the head and ruffled his ears.
"I'm still going to punish you my Pet," he had chuckled. "But it's safe to say your little demonstration helped put them in the mood to take my generous surrender provisions."
"I'm happy Master", Balizar grinned.
"Yes, and so am I. By the time King Tuttle realizes we've taken this fort and stolen a march on him, I'll have cut off a quarter of his country. Now you rest here like the healer said, Zhinatao or not, understand?"
Balizar had nodded and gone to sleep, his shoulder had already stopped hurting, and with the help of the healer he'd be fine by tomorrow. Everyone was pleased with the surrender of the troops inside the fort. Though once the numbers of furs manning it were known, it wasn't too big a surprise. There were less than a hundred soldiers holding the fort, not nearly enough to protect it, another major mistake on the part of the now dead prince who had been leading the war party.
And Rassnor's terms had been generous. There would be no recriminations, all would be released at the end of the war (excepting any royal's or high nobility of course, not that there were any in the fort), and all would be treated well provided they gave their parole and honored it.
Much better terms than the rumors spread by Scharr had caused them to think they would get. Especially from a King who apparently had a demon or two on his side.
Balizar especially liked the fear he saw in Scharr's eyes afterwards. The fox was sure he was some denizen of one of the hells. After all, no normal leopard could ever outsmart the wily fox, right? Balizar had no plans to let on about the help he'd had from Luten, a far craftier fox, in that outsmarting.
Two weeks later, and King Rassnor was as good as his word. The eastern quarter of Gundor had been totally cut off from the rest of the kingdom, and even another fort had fallen.
"The fools never considered the possibility that they might be counterattacked," Balizar chuckled.
Rassnor grinned evilly, "Well my corrupt and decadent kingdom was supposed to fall with hardly a fight remember? From that massive surprise attack."
"So what happens next? Do we pacify the east or move on to the capitol in the west?"
"West," Rassnor growled. "Most of the troops we dealt with were from the eastern provinces, which is why we've encountered so little resistance. Any attacks from that area will be weak and poorly organized. With the two forts we now control it shouldn't be difficult to hang on to it. Plus that land is all prime farming land. Once we have conquered the capitol, they'll most likely capitulate without much of a fight. I'd hate to destroy the crops and those farms. Feeding Gundor this winter after we finish this campaign will be difficult without the crops on those lands. I don't want these people to starve. Starving brings revolts. Well fed people are easier to pacify."
Balizar nodded at the wisdom of that.
"Now as for the Capitol, the other half of their heavy cavalry is still there protecting it, having been held in reserve to guard the King. He's not so popular that he can afford to leave his city and throne unprotected. Then of course they'll call up all the levy that they can get their hands on."
"So how many troops do you think we'll be facing?"
"Well estimates on the remaining heavy cavalry is around one thousand, though I won't be surprised it there are a few more. Then say somewhere between three thousand to five thousand foot..."
"That many?" Balizar look surprised.
"Yes, but the good news is that only a thousand of those foot are regular troops. So I'm still betting on our people."
Balizar nodded, "So how much of our troops do you think we'll be able to bring to bear?"
"Well I'm planning on nearly all of the regulars, I'm going to use the levy to take care of the rear areas mainly, with a few veterans in the mix to stiffen the ranks. But I'm still expecting to take about four thousand levy."
Balizar looked impressed. "So nine thousand then?"
Rassnor sighed, "Probably be more like seven by the time we get there. Don't forget we have supply lines to cover and territory to cross. I suspect we'll be facing some resistance along the way."
"So anywhere from four to six thousand defenders when we get to the Capitol." Balizar pondered that and smiled, "Well it will be a great battle I'm sure Milord and Master. But we both know who will win it, don't we?"
Rassnor snickered, "I would never have launched this campaign if the ending was in any doubt. Gundor's troops are good, especially their heavy cavalry. But mine are better. King Tuttle will regret this decision, right up until I hang him."
"Yeah but you don't really, do you Master?" Balizar purred and smiled at his Master.
"Hell no! This conquest will increase my Kingdom's borders by almost a third. And open a route to the mineral and magic rich mountains to Gundor's north. A resource they were never keen to share with us when we were allies."
"Speaking of Allies, how do you think the others along your borders will feel?"
Rassnor leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his mead. "I've told Halronde to send a trade delegation to each of them, let them know that once things have settled we'd open up the old trading routes from before King Tuttle's reign. That they'd be able to send their caravans through to the north, and that I would extend all of our existing trade agreements to cover the new territory with no extra taxes or tariffs on their caravans."
"Sure you aren't giving away too much Milord?" Balizar asked moving over to rub his Master's strong shoulders.
"Trade benefits all, and if they're making money they won't be thinking about a war. I'm pretty happy with most of my other neighbors anyway. Sure I wouldn't mind taking over Taresh to the south, their rich farmlands would be a nice addition for the kingdom, and it would let me cut down on the brigands that always seem to lurk in their forests. But their Kings have always made an effort to appease us, and I'd hate to do anything that looks like punishing them for that."
Balizar grinned and worked his paws farther down his Master's strong chest, enjoying the way the Tiger's dark stripes cut through the even darker fur of his body. "Yes, you don't want people to think you won't take their bribes to leave them alone, they might stop paying!"
Rassnor laughed out loud at that and setting his drink down pulled his toy around and into his lap kissing him on the muzzle. "Oh so true, but I can postpone what to do about them for now. Gundor and the points north I'm sure will hold our attention for a while."
Balizar snickered and squirmed a bit in his Master's lap, rubbing his nicely rounded ass over the Tiger's heavy sheath. "I have a few points north I think I can keep occupied for tonight at least."
Rassnor purred and nibbled lightly on Balizar's neck, "I'm sure you do Pet, I'm sure you do..."
Balizar turned to face Rassnor, letting his paws run up and down the strong heavily muscled chest as he moved his legs to straddle either side of the tiger's thick waist. Grinding his hips slowly against Rassnor so that his furry balls and sheath tickled along his Master's much larger sheath, teasing him. He surrendered happily to his Master's kiss as the King pressed his muzzle to Balizar's and sent his long tongue inside the leopard's muzzle, exploring familiar ground once more.
Rassnor held his pet close, letting his fingers explore the well muscled back of his leopard. He lingered in the kiss a long time, tomorrow would be busy and they'd likely not have such nice surroundings again for sometime. He rumbled happily at the grinding against his sheath, already grown hard from the thought of fucking this hot little bundle of feline lust once more. The tip of his ebon cockhead started to poke out of his now stiff sheath as he slid his paws down to cup the strong ass sitting in his lap. Spreading his legs a little he pulled Balizar closer against him, letting his fingers tease under the cat's tail.
Balizar wiggled in his Master's lap as he got pulled in close, stroking the tiger's cheek ruffs with his paws. He hiked his tail up high as he felt the thick fingers start to play under there, wiggling some more as he felt a thick cock head starting to nudge at his perineum. Then it moved back between his ass cheeks as the cock grew longer and stiffer, finally nudging up along the base of his tail as it grew to its full size.
Reaching back to grab it Balizar purred, his Master's thick cock hot and slick in his paw. "Let's put this where it belongs!" he rumbled deep in his chest.
"Oh definitely my Pet" Rassnor snickered as Balizar raised his ass up in the air, and aiming the head of the cock in his paw at his assring he slowly settled back down. Rassnor rumbled loudly in pleasure as his cockhead popped inside of the tight heat of his pet, smiling as he watched Balizar, eyes closed and mouth open in a silent moan of pleasure slowly shimmying down the big thick black cock opening his ass up fully once more. The leopard's own cock had come fully erect already, its own dark tip dripping precum.
Balizar's eyes were almost rolled back up into his skull, the feeling of his Master's cock as it climbed back up inside him once more, sending thrills up and down his spine. He shivered with pleasure as his butt landed in the tiger's lap, squirming around on the fat shaft, listening to the grunts of pleasure coming from both his and his Master's muzzles as he clenched and unclenched his strong ass muscles, massaging the monster in his bowels. Placing his paws on Rassnor's strong shoulders he planted his feet flat on the floor. Then digging his claws into the rug beneath he began to move up and down, stroking the cock with his ass, letting his tail curl down along it, the fur rubbing the shaft each time it was exposed and tickling at the heavy creme filled balls beneath.
Rassnor leaned back in the chair and grabbed Balizar's hips in his strong paws. Guiding the panther as he moved up and down, he dug his own foot claws into the floor, shifting his hips from time to time, enjoying the gasps and moans it elicited from the sexy dark cat bouncing on his cock. He let Balizar set the pace for now, his pet had earned a nice long fuck, and so obviously enjoyed getting skewered by his cock. Plus he was getting more and more turned on by his Pet's dance, riding his pole, twisting and turning, bucking and squeezing, running his paws all over Rassnor's body and head. The King was enjoying the salacious nature of his Pet's motions easily as much as his pet did.
Balizar was in seventh heaven once again. Rassnor's thick shaft moved in and out of his tight assring easily now, well lubed from the precum that was leaking heavily from its head. Serving his Master with his body never failed to thrill him, taking his Master's cock, his sex, his lust, and finally his seed, excited him to no end. His Master's cock fit him like it was made for his ass now, and the exquisite feelings it sent through his body every time it entered him were almost too much to bear.
Rassnor noticed when Balizar finally started to pick up the pace, and using his hold on the leopard's hips he started to help the cat move faster and faster. Rassnor knew what his pet wanted, and he wanted to give it to him as well. Exerting a little more of his strength, Rassnor started to hunch his hips up in counter point to the bouncing of the panther in his lap as the cat started to grab even tighter with his ass at Rassnor's cock, twisting and plunging faster and harder. His balls were heavy with his seed, starting to ache with the pressure of his load, and his desire to empty them. Baring his teeth, Rassnor growled and started to move Balizar up and down faster still, feeling his sac tighten and his cock stiffening as he drew near.
Balizar purred louder between his panting breaths as he felt Rassnor start to take control, helping him to move faster. Running his paws up and down the tiger's chest he started to rake his claws over the skin underneath, twisting his hips and grabbing down as tightly as he could with his ass muscles, now well trained at getting a tight grip on the fat tiger cock plowing his bowels. His own cock was taunt as a bowstring at this point, driving up and down through the short fur over Rassnor's well defined belly leaving a slick trail of precum in its wake. He heard the shortening of his Master's gasps, felt the swelling of the member buried deep inside him. Grabbing his lord's nipples and giving them a squeeze he was rewarded as Rassnor tipped his head back and roared loudly, falling over the edge into his orgasm. Balizar's own followed moments afterwards as he relaxed his own efforts to withhold his own release, the bucking cock in his ass and the hot copious flow of tigercum making any further control of his own orgasm impossible anyway.
Rassnor shook and bucked, firing shot after shot of his seed up into the tight clasping heat that was the panther writhing on his cock. He wondered once more at the talents of his pet, which in bed where better than any sex slave he'd ever owned, while being nearly his equal on the field of combat. He smiled as he heard his pet's answering roar of lust and felt the hot stream of panthercum spray over his belly, matting the fur. Releasing Balizar's hips he wrapped the panther in a tight hug and pulled him against his chest, holding on as the smaller cat bucked and convulsed with his own orgasm, the motions adding to Rassnor's own pleasure, sending electric thrills down through his still spurting cock.
Holding on to each other, they kissed deeply and long once more as they slowly regained their senses, slowly coming down from their orgasms as each pumping shaft slowed to a dribble, tiger and panther balls both well drained.
"I think the whole camp heard that one," Rassnor chuckled.
"I overheard one of the soldiers saying to another that the louder I made you roar, the better we both seemed to fight the next day," Balizar snickered.
Rassnor laughed at that one, "Too bad there's no fighting expected until we get on the road to the Capitol. After that one I suspect we'd kill a division just between the two of us."
Balizar purred and rubbed his head along his Master's chin, "I guess tomorrow night I'll have to try and just make you roar all the louder."
"Damn cat, you'll leave me hoarse!" Rassnor snickered.
"But happy!" Balizar laughed.
"I'm already happy," Rassnor purred licking his Pet's ears, "I'm already very happy."
The march north was not an easy one, King Tuttle had decided to use some of his heavy calvery in the role of skirmishers, sending small groups of fifty to one hundred to ride down and make an attack on different sections of Rassnor's invading army. After the first attack the King's troops were much more wary of their surroundings which slowed the advance down. However it allowed them to inflict much more damage against the defenders.
A messenger approached Rassnor as he and Balizor surveyed what lie ahead one evening.
"Sire, word from the advance scouts, they've come across another contingent riding down from the north."
Rassnor turned, "Really?"
"Yes, apparently they're encamped only a few hours ride from here."
"Are they now?" Rassnor grinned. "Balizar, get your horse I have a little job for you. Captain Schorky, ready a detachment of my guard to go with him."
"Yes Sire!" Schorky saluted and left
"Orders Master?" Balizar asked curious.
"Don't let any of them escape, make sure you get all their mounts and gear. I have an idea."
Balizar nodded, "Yes Master," and turned and followed Captain Schorky.
Balizar crept up on the encamped soldiers. The counted a hundred and two of them, and they were well organized with a ring of guards picketing the camp. The mounts were all on a line to the east side of the camp, up against a natural cliff wall, while the tents circled the horses. There were no fires lit, and the weapons all sat racked and ready for a quick turn out.
“Well sir?” Captain Schorky asked him quietly, they’d brought the cream of Rassnor’s personal guard, eighty tigers, the smallest was well over two hundred and fifty pounds and nearly all of them were as black as the King.
Balizar smiled. “Well give them a little while longer to fall asleep,” He whispered. “These may be seasoned troops and veterans to the last equine, but they’re cavalry. We’ll attack in three groups, with me leading the center one, detail a fourth group of about ten to form a skirmish line behind us encircling the camp as we attack. No one is to escape this attack, understand? King’s orders, no one.”
Schorky nodded and crawled backwards out of the brush Balizar was watching from. He spent another half hour watching, noting the way the guards were stationed and fixed the locations of all the tents and banners in his mind. Then he crawled out himself.
“Lieutenants, circle here,” Balizar said quietly as he walked into the group of soldiers, enjoying the way the parted for him in respect. He’d fought with these tigers before, they were well familiar with his capabilities.
He drew the camp on the dirt with a stick, moving a few pebbles around to show points of interest and the layout of the land.
“First platoon, this is your attack line. Third, you’re over here. Second you’re following me in this way, Forth I’m taking half your numbers with me in second. The rest of forth has clean up duty.”
He looked up as he heard a soft curse, “Don’t worry, I’ll see to it you get to be in the thick next time.” He laughed softly. “But it’s vital to our Master’s plans to not let anyone escape. I can’t afford to trust to chance, but I do feel I can trust my King’s Tigers.”
“We’ll not let you down Sir,” came a whispered response from the direction of the fourth.
“I know,” Balizar smiled.
“Now the signal will be when I attack the guard here,” he pointed to the map. “No battle cries or shouts until we’re well in among them. I want it to be like we just appeared in their midst.” Balizar looked up at them, “Understood?”
They all nodded silently.
“To your positions. We attack in half an hour.”
Balizar watched as they all moved off, he once again appreciated the skill of his Master’s guards. They were big, they were tough, and they moved almost as quietly as he did. Such skill in fighting was always to be admired.
Thirty or so minutes later he was waiting in position, confident that all the others were ready as well. Drawing his swords he moved forward cautiously, then as he broke from cover he sprinted the last thirty feet towards the equine sentry who opened his muzzle to cry out a warning. Balizar took his head off just as he started to shout, and moved into the camp, the sounds of seventy large tigers breaking through the brush behind him an ominous warning.
Two of the guards in the camp saw him and started to shout as they moved to attack, and Balizar heard several other sentries along the perimeter gave abruptly shortened warnings. He charged the two equine morphs keeping them before him as he engaged. The soldiers who made up the heavy cavalry were big, bigger than he was, almost as big as the tigers he’d brought with him. That size brought them over confidence as they attacked him, they let him move in close and he disemboweled the first guard, blocking the second guard’s attack before running him through the neck with his other sword.
Soldiers where boiling out of the tents now, taking up weapons and turning to attack. Balizar’s tigers were in among them now however, and while outnumbered, were the better swordsmen. Balizar pressed the attack towards the commander’s tent hard, dispatching three more Equine soldiers before running into a wall of them that stopped his advance. With Schorky and the second platoon at his back he wasn’t worried about being encircled, and noted absently that the tigers around him were giving good account of themselves. There were a lot of dead Gundorians on the ground, but the layout of the camp favored the defenders at this point and it was going to be a slog as the defenders pulled back to try and limit their exposure. Some he saw were making for their horses, to try and regain the advantage.
With a shout and a lunge Balizar threw himself into the thick of the opposing line, kicking the Equinemorph to his right in the balls as he side slashed the one to the left. Someone among the tigers started to sing the Sarajat anthem, and with a smile Balizar joined in, singing loudly as he hamstrung another defender and blocked a heavy blow from an axeman that had gotten way too close. He dispatched another as he heard the clash of a renewed charge by the tigers and cut down another after using a foot sweep to knock him off balance. He kept his swords moving fast and furious dealing a slash here, a stab there. The defenders were better armored this far back, and better fighters as well. He was spinning and dodging in the midst of four of them as they tried to pin him down, laughing at them as he sang and slashed one across the throat making it three. One charge in at him and drove his sword up under the breast plate, swearing as he lost his grip on it as the soldier jerked to the right with the surprised of being spitted before collapsing and dying.
Drawing a dagger Balizar turned to face the remaining two, laughing and dancing forward, watching how they moved back now, fear starting to show in their eyes. One turned to run and Balizar threw the dagger, catching him in the back of the head. The other threw up his hands and surrendered.
Looking around he saw that the ones left were all doing the same, and the few that had gotten to their mounts were encircled and being hacked down as he watched. Recovering his weapons he wiped them off on a tent flap and sheathed them.
“Platoons, Report!” He called out.
“First Platoon, 1 dead, 3 wounded, 7 prisoners.”
“Second Platoon, 2 dead, 8 wounded, 5 prisoners.”
“Third Platoon, none dead, 4 wounded, no prisoners.”
“Forth Platoon, none dead, none wounded, none escaped.”
Balizar
nodded, “Okay, lets get what we came for,
“Yessir!”
Schorky and Balizar spent the next several hours helping to strike the enemy camp and packing it up to move all the gear back to the main camp.
“So what do you think Rassnor has up in his devious mind this time?” Schorky asked Balizar as they finally started to move out.
“Oh I’m sure it’s a good one, whatever it is,” Balizar laughed.