Chapter 0 - The Masquerade Thrall: Chapter One

“What do you think about visiting Ishgard for the holiday?”

It wasn't a question that B'rail expected. Especially after Kristjyn, her boyfriend became a member of the Twin Adder military. He seemed a lot happier in the more mild weather of The Black Shroud and it was certainly closer to the beaches he loved. If anything, she thought he would want to stay as far away from the more stoic and stodgy north as possible.

She didn’t answer her love immediately. And that hesitation must have betrayed her confusion. So Kristjyn’s eyes shone as he looked up and met his beloved’s curious gaze. He smiled a warm wide smile and his big fluffy Viera ears waved in that cute way he did when he was excited.

“There’s supposed to be a costume party going on at a noble’s house…” he said, “...and Gludoux and his wife, Treitiane wanted us to come. So we’re their plus ones.”

“That was kind of them.” B’rail said. “I’m surprised they remembered you. I was certain they didn’t like you.”

Gludoux and Treitiane were a pair of newlyweds who purchased a home across the street from Kristjyn's apartment. They were a pair of merchants working for one of the large noble families in Ishgard. B'rail could never remember which of the houses. Not that it ever mattered to her. But that connection to "very important people" made them feel aloof, at least as far as B'rail could tell. But Kristjyn always insisted that it wasn't the case and that they were truly good friends who simply didn't find comfort in open displays of warmth and affection. 

Perhaps, B’rail thought, he was right after all.

Kristjyn laughed and waved a hand.

“We were close. Ever since I saved his chocobo from that monster. So I kinda don’t want to miss this. We’ve got a week to find some costumes. Do you want to go?”

B'rail searched her love's face. His smile was broad and eager. His body was coiled tight with excitement. And he held his breath as he waited to hear what she would say. He reminded her of the farmer she fell in love with a few years ago, while she was traveling through the village of Tailfeather in her travels. She didn't want to deny him. But there was something that felt off…

“I don’t know…” B’rail said, “...who is hosting the party? And why would they just randomly welcome everyone in the neighborhood?”

Kristjyn rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the table. B’rail looked and found a brightly colored card that stuck out of an envelope. She couldn’t read everything on the card, but she did see “Respond, If You Please” in the fanciest lettering she had ever seen as well as Kristjyn’s full name.

“I dunno. But the address is just up the road from the old house. Maybe it’s that big house down the stairs from the public bath. Might be a noble trying to start things off on the right foot.”

“Maybe…” B’rail said while not entirely convinced.

“So, do you want to go?” Kristjyn asked.

B'rail gave him a look. She had the feeling that nothing would make his day more than if they went to the party together. And while she couldn't imagine anything bad happening to him while surrounded by several of his old friends and neighbors, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was up. 

Maybe I should go, she thought, and make sure he stays out of trouble.

“Alright, alright. I’ll go.” B’rail said.

Kristjyn threw a fist in the air and bellowed a big loud cheer. He then wrapped an arm around the half-hrothgar's waist. He pulled her soft curvy body against his chest so his muscular chest pressed down on her ample bust. His lips found hers in an intimate kiss, while his hand found its way down her trousers and grabbed hold of her soft fur-covered rump.

She purred into that kiss rested her big paws on his shoulders and swayed back and forth against him.

“Kris~,” she purred, “What are you doing? Shouldn’t we figure out our costumes?”

“Aye, we should.” Kristjyn admitted, “But, I was thinking if we could destress before we shop, we’ll avoid upsetting Ishgard by wearing something slutty you know?”

B’rail laughed at her boyfriend. It was such an obvious lie that she almost wanted to pinch him from saying it. He likely wanted to fuck before he had even uttered a word, but wanted to get the ‘business’ out of the way so he could focus on pleasure. It was something that she always found charming about him.

“Alright,” she said. She slipped her arms beneath his and curled them. She extended her claws and slid them down his back. She was careful to not bleed her love, but she wanted him to feel that pin-prick rake that made his breathing deep and heavy. “But we can’t fuck all night. If we’re going to a costume party, we have to be ready.”

He hooked his thumbs at the waist of her trousers then chuckled as his eyes met hers. There was a heat there in that smoldering gaze he couldn’t deny. It made him seem much larger than he was with a presence that made her knees shake and her nethers hot and wet. She lowered her eyes and demurely fluttered her lashes. He then jerked her trousers down with a heavy grunt until they reached her thighs. He then released her clothes and clapped his palms over her ass.

“OOuuh” B’rail moaned as she moved her paws to his shoulders, “I love when you get rough like this.”

Kristjyn licked his lips. He hummed a response then dove in and bit at her neck and shoulders, while his fingers roamed. She sighed as he caressed her thighs, dug his fingers into her ass, then slapped hard over her hips.

She threw her head back and purred as he manhandled her, with the smile on her face illustrating the pleasure she felt. Her muzzle parted open so she could pant and breathe, while the smell of his woodsy cologne and musky sweat swirled around her senses.

“Please…stop teasing me.” She pleaded as she felt that warm tingle between her thighs. She closed her legs as tight as she could and rubbed them together to slake her greedy need for sensation. “...You know Hnnghh~I want you so bad.”

“You want it that bad?” he said in a velvety tone.

“More than anything,” she confessed. “Please…”

Kristjyn never responded to her. At least not in voice. While he was never taciturn by any stretch, he always preferred to speak with actions rather than words. 

He grabbed her hips and jerked her off her feet. She squealed with delight and kicked her legs until he slammed her lap against his. He held her in place and undid his belt with a single hand, then unsnapped the buttons to his trousers. He rolled his hips back and forth coaxing his trousers to fall down his strong muscular legs with the motions. He then tugged his loincloth to the side and slapped her tummy with his hot dick. She then folded her legs behind his back and locked them by her ankles, just before he could thrust inside.

“If you want me…” she hissed as her paws rested on his chest. “..You’re going to have to work harder than that.”

Kristjyn smirked and slapped a palm on her thigh. His nails scratched her through her striped soft fur.

“Knowing you, I won’t have to work THAT hard.”

He spun her around towards the nearest counter, then slammed her down atop it. She squeaked as her legs lost their grip releasing him from her captivity. He pressed an arm down atop her chest to pin her in place, then rolled his hips until he found the angle to spear deep inside. He groaned as his cock pushed past her folds and shivered when sack swung and slapped down on the curves of her butt.

“Oohhh You got me!” she hissed.

“I always do,” he taunted in a breathy sigh.

His hips punctuated his words with a steady thrust. Their lewd bodies crashed together with a soft rhythmic plap. Every thrust made her soft curves jiggle and quake, as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. And every moan she gave coaxed him to push a little deeper and fuck her that much faster. Her pussy was soaked in short order, leaving sweet juices and stains on that poor countertop.

“Mnngh Nnghh NMnnghh Kristjynnn”

He grunted an almost brutish grunt, while his hands explored her body. Caressing her thigh, fondling her ass, and mauling one of her wobbly jiggling breasts. He then wrapped a hand around her throat and tightened it into a firmly relaxed grip. She smiled in between ragged sighs and bobbed her head in wordless consent. He then squeezed her throat while rocking into her with fervent need.

She shut her eyes and embraced her lover's rough treatment. From the slaps and scratches across her body to the dizzy feeling that crept in as she gasped for breaths in between his hard deep thrusts. She felt like he would break her in two as her body tried to stretch to accommodate his lust. Her thighs were impossibly sticky with fur matted down by her lust. And she could smell the arousal in the air, like a tangy cloying musk.

And as overwhelming as the sensations were, the lovers still found it in themselves to smile. And somehow they felt and sensed their mutual grins, even as their eyes slammed shut to give in to their needs. It was the kind of connection that bards often wrote about. The kind of adoration and affection that made B'rail feel safe and sound in her lover's care.

And that feeling drew her to wrap her arms behind his back and pull his chest against her breasts. She whimpered in response to his insistent rhythm and swore deep within her heart to protect him, no matter what. Because she had never before felt so devoted to another in all of her years.