Down in the Valley (Patreon)

It was a good day or at least ‘I’ thought so. I’d never seen so many kellings in my life. I’ve been selling my outfits and fabric designs at that Pandorican Market for years and I’d never once made so much coin. It all started when this nobleman stopped in front of my cart. It wasn’t my first time seeing a foreign noble or selling to one, but it was the first time I’d met one like him. He was different. I could tell that right away. He stood alone, no entourage, no guards. That stood out right from the very start. You never see nobles walking about the common folk on their own, not even knights. This one was just standing there, looking over my outfits with an interested smile. He addressed me as ‘my lady’ and was very kind. I remember feeling myself flush beneath my fur, my hair bristling as he looked me straight in the eyes and spoke to me with that charming accent. He definitely wasn’t from anywhere around here, not just because he was a caracal and not a panda or red panda. He sounded like most Lioncourt folks sound, but with a bit of a pleasant cadence and smoothness to his voice. I’ve met kinlings from the borderlands before and they sounded a lot like he did, just not quite as... pleasant.

He did not talk down to me or order me about. He asked me interesting questions about how well one could move in my clothing and the fineness of the materials. He felt it with his paws and asked if I could tailor a few outfits. I was happy to answer him, but was kind of worried. You see I only make clothes for women; and not just any women. I make clothes for women like myself. We tend to be a little fuller than most and have a lot more going in the uh... upper area if you know what I mean.

So to have a man look so deeply into my wares, I wondered; ‘Is he... fancy?’ I was sure he wasn’t, I mean, he was handsome and well kept, but not pretty. No, he didn’t seem feminine at all. That sort of thing is common you know, so I wouldn’t have been surprised. They say a lot of nobles are ‘fancy’ and like to dress in womens clothes when no one’s looking. If he was one of those, he was browsing in the wrong place. There was no way he would fit anything I made.

I’ve made custom orders for so called ‘regular’ size women, but no here one caters exclusively to women of my body type. My wares are marginally popular down in the valley with other ‘great’ panda’s such as myself. But the competition is so fierce. I haven’t been selling long enough to have the popularity or prestige of my local peers. So most of the kellings go to more established or popular tailors and seamstresses... even if they aren’t as creative or talented. So I’ve been bringing my wares up to Pandorica proper from the valleys, to sell to the very few red pandas and foreigners who share a particular frame. As you can probably guess, it’s rather hard to find customers up here.But it’s more kellings than in the valley. I’m exotic here.

The nobleman fixed me with his beautiful blue eyes and smiled warmly. He explained that my outfits had caught his eye and a rather busty and curvaceous colleague of his was having a birthday soon. He wished to buy a few of my outfits and also order a few custom tailored creations. I was surprised at how thorough he was, he knew her measurements and details. I’m sure I seemed a bit too interested when I asked if she was a lover. I’m also sure I looked a tad too relieved when he replied that they were just friends; but I was taken just by how good it felt to be around him. Talking to him, being there with him, it was as if I’d known him for a long time. He was so casual and personable with me. I had a genuine quality about him that was rare in most people. Even rarer in nobility. I was sad to see him go, but he promised to return for his order in a month's time. He paid me three hundred kellings up front. Far more than what the transaction was worth. That was more than I ever made in a whole year. I was grateful and maybe a tad bit smitten. Sure I couldn’t say that to him, I’d die of embarrassment, but I was as happy as I’d ever been.

I was happy when I packed up. I was happy when I set out for home. My happiness kept me in good spirits through the rough valley passes and down into the forest of Lain. I was in high spirits all the way up to the time I was accosted by a group of bandits. I was not happy then. Yeah, today was a good day... but that, not so much.

Bandits had never been a regular occurrence near the valley. Not many people were foolish enough to try to mug or burgle great pandas. We’re known for our mastery of the deft hand and our fierce heylin warriors. A shame these guys managed to pick the one Pandorican in one hundred who never took any of the martial arts stuff seriously. I’m sure they could see it in my eyes. They didn’t waste any time approaching me with their knives brandished.

The leader of this trio was a panda like me. He was thinner and kind of sickly looking. I didn’t know him. I mean, I don’t know every great panda in the valley, but you tend to know most of them. We’re a pretty close considering the villages size. He had wild grey eyes and a wicked smile. His fur was missing in patches that revealed large scars. He was unnecessarily ugly, but his companion was worse. He was some kind of cat. Not one of the noble breeds, not a big cat; like a lion or a tiger. No he was a little scraggly thing, some kind of mongrel. He had unkempt white fur, with brown and orange patches all about. His face had seen better days too. His muzzle was askew, probably had it broken a few times. He was blind in one eye, it was cloudy, milky and gross. His good eye was very pretty by contrast. So at odds with his homely face. It was a piercing green that expressed everything I needed to know about him. He was a filthy pervert. He ogled me up and down.

I cringed as I noticed the large gorilla behind the two. Primates were rare all over in Theria and I’d never laid eyes on a single one in my life. He was huge and imposing, all black with sunken brown eyes. What was he doing here in the valley? Well, robbing travellers I suppose. But, it seems a dangerous proposition for someone not of these lands. Each of these men were easily recognizable. I remember thinking, ‘Sure, if they robbed enough people either the Pandoricans or the panda’s of the valley’s would hunt them down.’ It didn’t make sense until I realized. They’d have to kill the travellers they robbed to keep that from happening. I didn’t think about how such disappearances would also bring unwanted attention or that it wasn’t very likely to be lucrative considering the danger. No, the only thing I could think about after that was the knives and daggers in their hands.

The panda spoke first, his gruff, sleazy voice calling out to me.

‘Lovely day isn’t young lady. Travelling back down to Shuen I see.’ His eyes fixed me. He sounded polite and confident, but he played with that dagger of his. Making sure I was aware of it. I summoned up what little courage I had and squeaked.

‘I do not recognize you, to what family do you belong kin.’ I tried to sound confident, but I’m sure I didn’t. He laughed, his shaggy fur shaking next to the patches clumped together by dirt and grime.

‘Can you not tell girl? I am one of the unwanted. I have no family, no honored name.’ he spat. I could only shiver in fright. There was a malice in that answer and I wasn’t about to press what was obviously a sensitive issue.

‘Will you let me pass? I wish to make it home before dark.’ Though I hoped otherwise, I already knew the answer. At the very least it amused the three strangers greatly. I just stood there, quietly as they laughed themselves out. Patiently waiting for what would come next.

It was the Gorilla who spoke then, applauding me for my sense of humor. He moved closer to me, but I did not step away. He walked around inspecting me and my cart. As he towered over me I tried my best not to show fear. I clenched my fist together and tried my desperately to calm my voice.

‘If this is a robbery, then fine. You may take my kellings, but do not touch my fabrics. I need them.’ I said as sternly as I could. I tried to sound confident, but I was anything but. The gorilla snickered at my demand and pushed me aside forcefully.

‘I don’t think you understand how this works girl!’ he said sternly. With his two large arms in the air he growled into the sky, scaring the birds and disturbing the trees. Then with a mighty blow, he bashed the front of my cart into splinters.

‘No!’ I cried watching as he smashed the cart again and again. I watched in horror as my fabrics were ground into the mud and dirt. All the while listening at the Gorilla’s loser friends laugh at me.

I guess I was so very distracted that I didn’t notice the other two come up from behind me. When the panda grabbed me, his arm around my neck and another on my breast; I was taken completely off guard.

“Don’t struggle, I don’t wanna have to damage the goods.’ He sneered as he reached down taking my coin pouch. It was heavy with kellings and I watched as he tossed it to his scraggly companion. The bastard gave it a toss and hefted it in his hand, whistling at the weight.

“That damn nobleman paid you well. Glad we caught up with yah.’ His words were an eye opener.

It seemed our meeting that days was anything but random. These men had probably seen me in the market. Probably watching out for their next victim. After that nobleman paid me for my wares, I guess I had been chosen. I felt stupid for not thinking to hire an escort. But this sort of thing was very rare here. Bandits didn’t just prowl the valleys. It wasn’t long before I realized why these thugs would take such a risk.

Licking the fur on my cheek the panda cooed;

‘You’re going to make a fine slave for our buyers. He specifically wanted a panda to add to his collection. I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time in the marshlands.’ I almost screamed at the revelation. Those bastards meant to sale me into slavery. The reality was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I wanted to cry out for help. I wanted to shout out for mercy, but I knew these men had no decency within them. No one would hear my cries this deep into the valley path. I felt as if my entire life was coming to an end. Visions of being bound and used like some harlot, groveling at the feet of a despot consumed me. I felt sick and hopeless, a stark contrast to how things had began. That was until something very peculiar happened. A man showed up out of nowhere.

‘Hello there, are you having a spot of trouble?’ A voice called out. All eyes turned to the east where there stood a handsome feline clad in red armor. My eyes could not believe what I was seeing. It was the nobleman from before. He just stood there, relaxed and somewhat confused. He gave the group a questioning look as he stood appraising us, one hand on his hip and the other holding the sword belt around his torso at the buckle. He seemed to be resting it there as a matter of habit, as he didn’t seem all that tense or alert to the danger before him. I wanted to say something to him, pleading him to run with my eyes. When he caught sight of me, he smiled.

‘Ahh, if it isn’t the lovely seamstress. Heading home from market are we? Seems you’ve had some troubles with your cart. Are these men giving you a hand?’ he asked. I was dumbfounded by his question and casual manner. Could he not see? Could he not tell? These men were thieves and cutthroats. None looked like they’d help a passer by. More likely they’d kick them down and knife them in the back before stealing their wallet. I wanted to speak, but the panda whispered for me to be silent. I felt him squeeze on my wind pipe as he did.

‘I’ll gut you bitch.’ he warned. I could do nothing but comply.

‘What do we have here,’ the gorilla mused as he approached the nobleman. I wanted to scream. To help him. But I was paralyzed by fear. Though he looked to be fit and strong, I was sure that the caracal from Lioncourt could handle this. Was he a warrior? No, he looked too... well groomed. He was definitely out of his element. Again I wondered, where was his entourage? Did he not have body guards? I’d thought about it a little in the market, but here in the forest it was obvious that he was travelling alone for some reason. Why? It seemed incredibly foolish. The arrogance of nobility I guessed. I thought that arrogance would be his undoing. Boy was I wrong.

Smiling at the gorilla the nobleman asked what was going on. The gorilla ignored him and began to brandish his weapon at the red headed feline.

‘You better get out of her pretty boy or I’m going to smash your head in like a melon.’ The gorilla snarled. The nobleman did not move. He just blinked in disbelief. He scratched his head laughing as he carefully tried to talk the gorilla down. He looked like a big child who was caught in way over his head, but he did not take his other hand off his sword belt. He was holding it in clenched fist now. Somehow, without anyone noticing, he’d unbuckled it. His clenched fist was the only thing keeping it in place. He turned to me then and asked,

‘Are you alright?’ his words sounded serious and full of concern. He turned his attention away from the gorilla, which I thought was a fatal mistake. Again, I was wrong.

It happened in an instant, he’d spun as the gorilla tried to smash him with a cheap shot. His movements were quick like red lightning and he was under the gorilla in a flash. He smashed his elbow into the hulking brute before turning away and beside him. The belt for his sword flung away as he gripped the handle in one hand and pushed the gorilla off balance with the other. He swung awkwardly, sending the sheath flying forward like a missile. It caught the panda square in the face, wiping his head back. He released his grip on me instantly. I fell forward, but couldn’t take my eyes off the nobleman as his blade struck the gorilla through the abdomen and then across his upper back. The hulking primate hit the ground like a sack of rocks.

The cat behind me let out a odd scream as he dropped my coins and tried to run. I turned in time to see the panda grip his foot and bring him to the ground.

‘Where are you going coward! He’s just one man.’ But the feline fought hard, kicking his compatriots hand and scrambling away.

‘Fool, look at his armor!’ he cried.

‘The crest!’ he added. Both the panda and I turned to take in what the frightened feline was on about and there I saw it clearly, an emblem on the chest of his armor, just under his red scarf. It had been mostly covered before by the cloth and I hadn’t paid it any attention. Now as he walked forward calmly and sternly, I could see it clearly. A bird of some kind, a raven. The emblem meant nothing to me, but apparently everything to those who had accosted me.

The ugly panda’s eyes betrayed his inner feelings. You could smell the stink of fear on him. The nobleman was passed me and upon him in an instant. He begged for his life, throwing down his blade and groveling on the ground. The caracal kicked him and he rolled back into a tree behind me. The cat tried to get up and run away, but the nobleman fixed him with a stare. His beautiful blue eyes becoming stern and steely.

‘If I have to chase you, you will die tired.’ the nobleman warned. The scraggly cat stopped, putting his hands up.

‘Of course, sorry my lord.’ he replied. I couldn’t believe it, I had been saved. As he turned to regard me , the same disarming smile drew itself across his face.

‘Who are you my lord?’ I asked. The red knight smiled as he walked over and grabbed the feline by the back of his collar, before dragging him to a tree.

‘Noone of consequence,’ he shouted back in a bemused voice. I watched him then as he pushed the cat against the tree and held him there next to his accomplice. Then he spoke in the ancient tongue. I don’t know why I knew that, it was language that I had never heard, yet I understood what it was. He said;

‘Source of all life, mother of us all... reach out your hands and hold them fast. Wrap them in your warm embrace.’ as he did, a curious light shined as the ground painted itself in a magic seal beneath them. Suddenly vines sprouted from the ground binding the scoundrel to the tree. At this point I knew the lord was no mere man. He wasn’t a mage, but he knew magic. I recalled the words of the frightened feline and then it clicked for me. A raven emblem on the chest of the armor of a swordsman who can use magic. A swordsman and noble from Lioncourt.

‘You’re a Raven Knight!’ I announced with more enthusiasm than I intended. The caracal smiled and replied,

‘That I am my lady, one second’. His attention was drawn away as the dirty panda tried to scramble. He focused for a second, still communing with the flow I figured. The ground sprouted more vines which struck out at the panda like living things. They coiled about his arms and legs, bringing him him to his knees. He didn’t even have enough fight left him to squeal after he was caught. He just cried silently. It was pathetic.

The red haired noble had walked around the clearing, casually gathering up his sheath and his belt before strapping them back over his shoulder and sheathing his sword. I watched him, more than a little fascinated by how calm and collected he was. He was handsome and he was dashing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. When he caught me staring I turned, blushing under my fur. I hoped that he’d not noticed or taken offense. When I dared to look again he was right next to me. I startle easily, so I yelped and he grinned disarmingly, placing a hand on my shoulder.

‘It’s alright seamstress... you’ll be fine.’ he said. I nodded. I knew that. He was there and I was certain he wasn’t going to let anything happen to me. He then licked his maw and pressed his lips together. I thought he was going to kiss me. I’m embarrassed to say that I closed my eyes and puckered my lips wanting him too. But he merely whistled a strange tune. I opened my eyes to see him looking up. He had not noticed me and my silly face as I waited to be kissed. I looked away bashfully, almost unable to contain my embarrassment. He looked around in the sky for a moment, then I saw what he was waiting on.

‘Aiyyah!’ I screamed as a large black bird swooped down from above. The nobleman was expecting this and did not flinch as he lifted his hand and allowed the massive bird to perch on his forearm. It made a chittering sound at him, it’s head turning this way and that. It settled down slightly when the knight reached up and began scratching it around it’s neck.

The bird was the biggest crow I’d ever seen. It was easily about a foot and a half tall and that wing span was easily four feet. It had an aggressive black beak that hooked a bit on the end, not like an eagle or a falcon. But very close. It’s eyes were an eerie blue just like the nobleman's and it’s feathers on its head jutted out a bit in the back giving it an aggressive profile. The raven knight regarded the bird as one might a small baby. Cooing and clicking at it with his tongue. It seemed the two were talking. After a moment the red knight pulled a parchment from his satchel and wrote something on the small paper. He then affixed an odd leather strap to the bird. The bird allowed this without much commotion and then parchment was placed into a compartment on the strap. It all took about three minutes. He then turned to me and asked,

‘Pandorica in still doing the policing in the valleys, yes?’ I nodded. Though our deft hand warriors were mighty, we panda’s of the valley haven’t the heart for police work. So the Queen of Pandorica has had her knights policing the valley for some time. They tended only to send older warriors, as not much crime actually happened in the valleys. I looked at the scraggly panda all tied up in vines when I thought that. I’ll admit it was unsettling to see one of us so twisted. The foreign noble chittered back at the bird for a moment and it took flight heading north toward Pandorica. I looked a question at him and he simply shrugged.

‘They’ll be fine til the proper authorities come for them.’ He looked over toward the feline who now stared daggers at the nobleman.

‘Well that is if araneae don’t show up.’ he said loud enough for the feline to hear. I shivered, spiders of unusual size stalked these places at night. They hardly bothered kinlings, but bound like that... they’d make a meal for sure. It seemed a grim fate for anyone, even these thugs. Before I could ask the question, the nobleman assured me they’d be fine. The magic he used would ward away most predators, but not the guards coming to apprehend them.

After helping me gather my things and get moving, the nobleman asked if I would like him to escort me back home. Of course I did. I mean. Yeah, I was sure I wouldn’t encounter anymore bandits. They aren’t common in the valley at all. But I wanted to know more about him. I at least want to know his name. After some poking and prodding, he finally answered me. He was Adolyn Valenrow. The name meant nothing to me. I asked if he was a nobleman. He replied that he was. I knew that, I could tell by his well crafted armor and the amount of kellings he’d paid for my work. I tried to find a less clumsy way to ask about his titles and station. He asked me if it mattered. I was just curious and told him so. I had never really spoken personally with a nobleman before then. I told him that too. He told me that he was count and that he was from some place in the east called Evandale. When I asked about his travelling alone, he replied by telling me that he wasn’t that sort of nobleman. I inquired further, but he was vague. I asked him about the Raven Knights. I had heard they fought monsters, elderian creatures and the like. He was modest, he said they simply protected the realm from odd occurrences. That often times they just safeguarded the lands from dangerous magical artifacts from the past or rogue mages causing disruptions in the flow. To be honest, I didn’t really care all that much about his job or his order. I just enjoyed listening to him talk. His voice was sexy. I could listen to him talk for hours and I did. I got to hear him talk all the way home.

When we reached the valley just beyond my village it was almost late afternoon. If I squinted I could see my house. Adolyn turned his head and asked if I could handle it from there. I could, but I shook my head no. He gave me a mock sigh and then smiled his smile. I smiled back as he offered to walk me to my house. I shook my head again. No, I didn’t want that either. Not yet anyway. I wasn’t trying to confuse him, I just needed to stall him. I didn’t want the time we were sharing to end. I had there with me a dashing knight, like the kind you hear about in stories and legends. If I let him walk away now, nothing would become of the moment. If I walked him near the village, all my nosey kin would swarm him. I’d lose any chance of doing anything. That was when I realized what I was planning. I had been planning it in the back of my mind the entire time we walked, but that was the first time my intentions made their way to the forefront of my thoughts. I looked up into his blue eyes and said to myself, ‘I’m going to make love to me a nobleman!’

My face must have betrayed how conflicted I was, because he asked if I was okay and if I was feeling well. I took him by the hand and summoned up all my courage and assured him that I was fine. I asked him to come with me, taking one of his hands into mine. I grabbed the end of my cart and pulled it off the path, one handed. He offered to help, but I refused. I had the silly notion that if I let go of him now, he would run off. I needed to hide my cart so no one would see it from afar. He didn’t know what I was doing yet and I wanted to be ready when he figured it out. The cart was the biggest obstacle to any privacy. People recognized it before they recognized me. Someone would come to greet me if they saw it.

As I hid my burden and looked around to make sure none of the villagers happened to be out for a walk or anything, the Count grew more curious. He began to ask me a battery of questions, chief among them is what was I doing. He was no fool. He knew I was up to something, but was too polite to call me out on it. I held his hand tightly and tried desperately not to tremble. I gave him my most seductive smile and looked him in his eyes cooing the words , ‘I’m going to reward your kindness.’ I felt silly. I’m no seducer and I’m even less confident when it comes to men like the Count. But I had to try, you know. He was who he was. You hardly ever get a chance at guy like him. A dumb ol’ valley girl like me rarely ever gets to see a noble. So I wanted him. I wanted him to want me. I’m pretty, I think. I mean... people say I am, but you never know. I mean, we pandas are a little curvier than the everyone else. I hoped he didn’t think me fat or would turn me down because I wasn’t all thin and petite like the red panda’s up on the mountains. I was sure he wouldn’t, but you never know.

My first big obstacle though had to be his damn nobility. His attraction to me wouldn’t matter if was too polite to take advantage. He tried to be humble and modest at first, telling me how I didn’t owe him anything. He tried to talk me out of my decision, but I was ready for that. I’ve read books, I know how chivalry works. He has to try to talk me out of it, to preserve my modesty and innocence. I was so scared I almost let him. But then I looked into those eyes of his again. He was just so damn handsome and he’d been so charming in the market earlier. If I was being honest, I had fantasized about him throwing me down right on top of my fabrics and taking me like a feral in heat. I could barely make the sale I was so flustered. Now I had him alone and I wanted just that to happen. I wasn’t about to let him talk me down. If this wasn’t going to happen, he’d have to refuse me outright. He’d have to tell me to my face I wasn’t good enough. I didn’t think he could do that. Hurt my feelings that way. Break my heart like that. It’s a little underhanded to use someone's kindness against them, but I’m not as innocent as one might think. I shook my head left to right as he tried again to dissuade me. ‘No Count Valenrow,’ I thought. ‘This is happening’.

I prayed to my ancestors for courage as I wrapped my arms around him. I would be heartbroken and more than a little embarrassed if he had turned me away, but I had to take a chance. Be bold as my mother always said. As I leaned forward I feared he would recoil, pulling his head away and I would be made to feel inadequate. Luckily, he did not. He allowed me to kiss him and it was electric. As his muzzle met mine I felt the soft fur around his lips. His wet nose brushed against me as my mouth parted his. I tasted his tongue as he passed my teeth and let it dance around mine. I gripped him tightly, afraid to let him go.

He didn’t fuss with me after that. He just kissed me. It was long and passionate. Like a lovers kiss. We barely knew one another and he could kiss me like that? I shuddered in his arms. He took charge then like I hoped he would. I was at the very end of my experience in trying to seduce another. He wasn’t rough, but he wasn’t gentle either. His strong arms wrapped around me as he continued to push his tongue into my mouth. I cooed as hands traced down my body, appraising my form. With a small tug of my sash, he loosened my robe and my breast spilled out against his chest. He cupped one in hand as his mouth left mine. He spoke to me in heavy breaths off an on as his mouth kissed and sucked on my neck. He asked me if I was sure. I cried ‘yes!’, holding his head. He continued to wander down my body with his warm tongue and wet nose. Placing kisses and licks as he made his way to my breast. He told me that I was beautiful and that he loved my curves. As he hefted one of my breast in hand, he remarked that they were almost too much for one man to handle. I giggled, I had been told that before. I was proud of my breast, though they were often cumbersome and it took exercise, massage and great posture to keep them from killing my back. Right then though, they were nothing more than mounds of pleasure, as he ran his tongue around them. Licking and sucking on my nipples. My moans echoed. Though I tried to stifle them, I feared they would carry down to the valley. Adolyn seemed not to care, so focused on pleasing me as he was. I had barely noticed his other hand slipping down until it ran gingerly against my belly. It didn’t take him long to get those fingers of his next to my warm womanhood. He pushed ever so softly against my clit, his reward was an embarrassing yelp as the sensation took me by surprise. It was like someone had sent a jolt of pleasure up my body.

Adolyn asked again if I was alright, muffled as his voice was pressed against my breast. I had him in a hard embrace by the neck. I didn’t trust my legs to stay under me. It had been a while since I had touched myself or let another touch me. But, I hadn’t expected to feel so much with just one touch. I breathed into his ear as I leaned forward, trying to regain my composure. I manage to blurt out a request for him to keep going. I didn’t bother telling him I was fine. The next time he caressed my clit, I handled it much better. I had stood with my legs slightly apart so I could have better balance. The textured firmness of his paw pads traced circles around my clit and I just stood there, holding him, drooling like a dullard. It felt so good. I trilled at bit as his efforts continued. I had enough presence of mind to ask him to keep sucking on my tits. He complied much to my enjoyment. We went on like that for a while, I had never felt so good... so alive! It felt terrible to tear myself away from him, but I couldn’t steal all the fun. I’m better than that.

He didn’t question me when I released my embrace and stepped back a little. He knew what I was up to because my hands immediately went down between his legs and began to caress the bulge I found there. It didn’t take much to coax his cock out of its hiding place. I may not be a deft hand warrior, but I do have deft hands. His belt was unbuckled and his trousers were down in an instant. The only barrier between me and his dick was a very finely made pair of briefs. I was almost distracted by the craftsmanship of the stitching on the garment as I removed them. I heard him say something then. Sounded like, ‘Are you sure,’. I loved his voice, but I had stopped listening to anything he said that sounded like apprehension about what we were doing. My course was set. I wasn’t going to stop. I appreciated it though. That he still tried to be sensible. Most men I know in the valley or up on the mountains would have shoved their cock deep in my mouth and started thrusting the second I went down on my knees. The count was patient with me and a bit unsure of what we were doing. I suspected this kind of thing happened to him often and he’s always reacted in the same way. A special man that doesn’t know he’s special. Pretty rare, but very enjoyable.

I took him in my mouth then. I wanted to silence any future protests. I could feel another of his mood breaking questions coming up. I figured it would be hard to talk coherently when someone was sucking on his penis. He still tried to speak mind you, but it was only in fits and starts. I felt his body jerk as he planted a foot behind him for balance. Apparently I was doing a great job. I closed my muzzle tightly around his shaft, pushing my tongue up to apply a bit of pressure, as I moved back and forth. His cock wasn’t ridiculously long, but was bigger than average. For all their size and girth, the valley panda cock’s I’d seen weren’t all that long. Length didn’t impress me anyway. The boys in the valley had girth and thickness always felt good. Adolyn was pretty thick himself. Not the thickest I’d ever had, of course, but impressive nonetheless. I ran my tongue up his shaft and traced it around the mushroom of his cock. He grunted, trying his best not to make any unflattering sounds. He failed. As I cupped his balls in one pawed hand and took his length to the back of my throat, I could hear him barely stifle a squeal that sounded like a child’s cry. I’d have laughed if it hadn’t been so satisfying to hear.

After making my mighty knight coo and purr like a little kitten, I decided to give him a little treat for his honesty. I imagine most men cannot properly enjoy a blowjob, because they’re too busy trying to look and sound like men. Adolyn was breathing heavily and his bristling fur betrayed flushed flesh underneath. Where his fur was thin; his inner ears and the little bits below his nose, I could see an easily identifiable redness. He was blushing profusely. I smiled at him warmly. Giving him the kind of smile he so favored. He tried to return the gesture, but I was stroking his cock between my finger and thumb. Caressing the sensitive head for effect.. His reaction was precious. He tried very hard to keep his composure, but his hands opened and closed at his sides. I knew he wanted me to continue bobbing on his penis and soon he’d wouldn’t be able to stop himself from gripping the sides of my head to fuck my throat. That eventuality took a lot less time than I thought. As I sucked and teased on the head of his cock, I could hear him chitter and huff. His hips moving of their own accord, trying to push himself deeper into my mouth. I don’t know why I enjoyed teasing him, but I did. He didn’t say anything about it. He tried to be patient. I give him full credit for lasting as long as he had, but soon I felt his mighty hands grip firmly just below my ears. I puckered my lips and prepared for a powerful thrust. He did not disappoint.

Adolyn hilted his cock in my mouth. He pushed it all the way back and it went down my throat easily. I decided to put all of my effort into suppressing my gag reflex and breathing out of my nose. Panic, surprise or too much focus would heighten the minor discomforts of the act and cause me to choke or cough. I was keenly aware of this and didn’t want to go through another bout of the nobleman’s concerned questions. That would really kill the mood. Instead, I focused on breathing through my nose and positioning my maw to take him down as deep as possible. I pressed my lips and then widened them, moving forward. Using my slick tongue to keep motion on his cock. His cry was gratifying, he was loving it and so was I. I wanted him to remember this moment, to remember me. I wanted every other blow job he got for the rest of his life to pale in comparison to what he was receiving now. I gripped his thighs with my paws and braced myself. I knew he was going to begin bucking and I was ready for it. He fucked my mouth with quick, enthusiastic thrusts. I kept my lips pressed now, moaning into his cock and encouraging him to keep going. It wasn’t long before he was doubled over, hugging my head and thrusting madly. His body quivering all over as he reached his climax. As he tried to pull back, to cum somewhere else, I held him fast. His cock plopped out of my mouth, much to chagrin and he began to spew his load. I opened my maw wide and licked out my tongue, trying to get a taste of his spent seed. He came everywhere. In my hair, on my muzzle, almost in my eye. Still, he did get a good deal of it in my mouth and on my tongue. As I had not let go of him yet, I pulled forward clamping down on his member with my lips. I’m sure he meant well, some girls don’t like the taste of cum. It’s an acquired taste y’know. But I find that nothing excites a man more than sight of me with his semen dripping off my lips and rolling over my tongue. The look on their faces, the quiver of their cock, the sheer lust it inspires in them... well that’s what excites me. I looked up at him as I cleaned his penis, my face splattered with his man milk. I could tell he was excited by the sight, his manhood got more rigid as he stared. I was sure to coo and moan a little to add symphony to the chorus of licks and sucks. My efforts did not go unnoticed.

I don’t know if it was the sight of me licking the cum off my fingers and my chops or the fact that I was still deftly stroking his cock. Whatever it was, I had broken completely past the honorable knight’s sensibility. The lust for me was evident in his eyes and even more so when he pounced on me. He was careful not to harm me, we hit the ground softly in a tangle. But I barely got a word of encouragement in before he had my legs up and his dick inside my pussy. Now it was my turn to cry out in ecstasy and I did. Loud enough to carry down into the valley. His shaft felt amazing inside of me. It’s thickness was immediately evident as he pushed down deep. ‘Oh my lord,’ I cried out. To him, not to the gods. Though at the moment I couldn’t honestly tell the difference. He had wrapped one of his arms around me. He wasn’t big... he was fit; but he was incredibly strong. I’m no fool, I’m a healthy girl. It had to take a lot of strength to lift the entirety of my upper body with just one hand so he could stare into my eyes while he pounded my pussy. His gaze was intense and sensual. Meeting his eyes under those circumstance, with his cock so expertly hitting every pleasurable spot inside me... I came.

It was almost embarrassing really. He’d only been fucking me for about two or three minutes and I was already cumming. And it was big one. I gripped my arms around his neck as he pushed deeper, actually speeding up his thrust in response to my climax. I tried to say something, tried to explain, but my voice did not want to work. All I could do is cry out, over and over. My body was sensitive now, I could feel my clit as if it were throbbing and his body brushed against it with every thrust. I looked up into his eyes, vaguely aware that he was staring at me still, but his smile was no longer warm. This time it had a hint of smug triumph. He must have felt awfully accomplished for bringing me to ecstasy so quickly. I narrowed my eyes at him and his smile became a snicker. Before I could say much he leaned down and kissed me again. It was another passionate kiss. How he could focus on both keeping his pace and rhythm, while kissing me so deeply I don’t know. But it was like someone dumped water on my brain and washed away every other thought I had. I giggled like a little girl to myself and could only think, ‘Yes, keep going you beautiful bastard!’

He pulled me up then. I was made to sit in his lap. I’m a big girl, so it was strange to have someone demonstrably smaller than I was effortlessly moving me about. I mean, I’m awfully short compared to Adolyn. But I’m by no means little. Still he had no trouble in leading me where he wanted me to go or just pulling me this way or that. I bounced up and down on his cock a bit, unable to enjoy the full explosion of pleasure as his dick speared me. I worried about his back, his legs and his body. Was he really strong enough to handle this effort for long? As if reading my thoughts, he pulled me close and whispered, ‘I’m good, don’t worry.’ I blushed embarrassed, but had no time to respond. He’d used the closeness to continue his oral assault on my body, kissing my neck and working his way down to my sensitive breast. I cooed as he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked it. I could only hug his head to me as I rode him. It took an extreme effort not to just melt and cum again. But I held out for quite a long while. Much to my surprise, this time, he came with me.

Adolyn didn’t retreat or balk like had when he’d cum on my face. He didn’t seem worried about the possibility of impregnating me. In fact, he smiled wanly as he came, pulling me down on his cock and filling my womb with his warm sticky cum. He didn’t stop thrusting as he injected me with shot after shot of his seed. I wanted to look a question into his eyes, but I could not open my own, so intense was my climax. I have to admit the feel of a man’s semen inside of me, coating my ‘love cavern’ with its milky white is an amazing feeling. I understood the consequences and so did he. It made me hold him and kiss him, appreciative of the complement. He hardly knew me, but he was was saying that I was worthy. That if I got pregnant, so be it, he would not mind me being the mother of his child. I truly hoped that wouldn’t be the case, amazing at that would be. Though I took a second to think about it, I could do nothing else while shuttering on the end of his shaft like a skewered beast. I knew immediately I wasn’t ready to be anyone's wife or mother. I’d happily accept it if it happened, but I had a lot more livin to do. Adolyn was great and I had no doubt he was the kind to marry the mother of his child. I’m sure he’d be a loving husband. But, I’m still young y’know and we had just met. Still, it was a comforting thought. Too bad I didn’t have much more time to think about it. Despite the massive loads he just let loose inside of me, Adolyn was apparently not satisfied. Before long, we were down in the soft grass on our sides and my leg was back up in the air. His cock was still stiff and he was ready to go. I wasn’t about to complain.

Our love making went on for more than an hour. I was impressed by Adolyn’s stamina. Everything he did brought me to ecstasy and each time he came it was deep inside me. I felt like he was breeding me. Despite my earlier admission to not wanting to be pregnant, I just as vehemently didn’t want him to stop cumming inside of me. It felt warm and comforting to have so much of his semen in me. It was indescribable sensation, even as most of it began to leak out of me after his third and fourth climax. We lay there together after it was all through, huffing and panting in each others embrace. I didn’t have words to convey what I was feeling and when I tried, he shushed me with a kiss. We rested together there, naked and alone for hours to come. No words were said between us, but we kissed a lot and even got up the energy for another romp before sunset decided to come rain on my parade.

As he walked me home, I decided I wanted to be in his arms. I held his arms as he rested my head against him. He pulled the tattered remains of my cart behind him effortlessly. I ignored the sentries and their stares as we passed them. Let them gossip. I had just had a prize none of them could even understand and this man had given me an experience I’d never forget. Before he left me, he picked up one of the glittering stones from the path and put it in my hand. I asked him what it was for, but he just smiled asking me to be patient. He clasped his hand about mine and whispered more words in the ancient tongue. I could feel the mana about us swirl and become ignited. He drew it in and then my hand began to shine. When I opened them there were two stones, slightly smaller than the original and they glittered an eerie green. There was a faint glow to them and I could only ask again what they were for. He looked away blushing as he took one of the stones.

‘I was a little irresponsible with you today, but that’s not my nature. I’ll be responsible in the future. If I need to be... just, hold that stone and think of me. I’ll feel your intention with stone.’ his words were sheepish and not at all confident and self assured as he had been before. It didn’t take long for me to figure out what he meant. He was leaving me with a way to get in touch with him if I grew pregnant. He was saying that he’d take responsibility. I reached up and kissed him.

“It’s a safe day, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” I assured. I expected him to look a little relieved, but he looked almost disappointed. But that didn’t seem right.

Despite my intention to get one more passionate kiss out of him, I let him go with only a hug. My previous kiss had been unobserved, but now a crowd was forming. Nosey bitches. My mother, my father and my cousins had all come to see me and the stranger that was with me. Before they assaulted him with a battery of questions, I pushed him to leave. He did so with a gracious bow and the kiss of my hand. Even that innocent gesture got a whoop from the crowd. I could barely contain my annoyance. Adolyn left me then, holding the small stone in my hand and alone to explain what about my day I cared to explain. It took an hour to regale my friends and family of my harrowing tale. The womenfolk were more concerned about who Adolyn was and whether or not I had offered myself to him. They were always on about stuff like that. They wanted us valley pandas to expand and move out of the valleys and establish our people across Theria. I laughed it off, not many of us ever really wanted to leave home. But my experience had me strongly considering it. I considered it long into the night, alone in a hot spring bath pondering my future. I held the stone out in my hand, staring at it blankly. I then began to hope I’d one day soon have a reason to use it.

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