[SNEAK PEEK]The Quest's Climax
Clayton's torture comes to an end.
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The Quest’s Climax By Limewah Subscriber Reward for Flarfenarfle (Sep + Oct 2024) 18+ SNEAK PEEK
The full moon shone down through the massive hole in the top of the temple - the one Clayton had created during his meteoric entrance.
The moonlight made the snow leopard’s violet eyes glisten and shine. Everything about Clayton’s most evil, wicked form radiated terror and power. He’d left a trail of broken, drained bodies in his wake. They’d be cleaning the remnants of his rampage through Citrine the witch-cat’s manor (not to mention the greater Forencia area) for weeks on end.
It was a little bit unsatisfying, of course… but that was the purpose of this particular journey.
The priestess he’d come to see kept her guard up, the arctic fox’s face implacable behind a white, crimson-flecked fox mask. The wind was blowing Delilah’s pink robes, but she showed no signs of shivering, even though her chest was partially bared.
“To what do I owe the honour of having you grace me with your presence?” she said, with equal parts deference and sarcastic defiance.
“I’m not here to cause much trouble,” Clayton said with a devil-may-care shrug. His rosette-speckled tail slowly swung back and forth - a sign of his own readiness to strike. “As much as it pains me to say it… I need your help.”
“Go on.” there was something in Delilah’s eyes that suggested she knew where this was going. But Clayton continued.
“You see… for the last year, I’ve had a very… unpleasant affliction. As has every other aspect of myself. An inability to cum. Not to mention, no memory of the source of this curse.”
He studied Delilah’s face. She was doing a good job hiding her knowledge. But not good enough.
“Now, for me, this has been a minor annoyance. Being aroused all the time doesn’t debilitate me. Though it’s been a while since I’ve impregnated someone with my essence, and I could use a few more spare vessels for my soul.
“The others, though… they’re pathetic messes. Every other Clay has thrown himself at anyone who’ll so much as breathe warmly in his direction, and none of them have been able to satisfy him. He’s going to keep trying, even though it’s not going to change the outcome.
“Every time I regain control, I’ve spent most of my time researching. Figuring out who the other ‘Me’s have crossed paths with, what they did to him. Narrowing things down, as it were. Trying to figure out who might have put this curse upon him, and why.”
Delilah’s right foot slowly slid backwards and her left hand clenched. She was bristling, braced to defend against an assault, physical or magical.. Clayton noticed this, and grinned like a shark smelling blood in the water.
“I think you and I both know the answer to who. The question that remains, though… is why.”
He let the statement hang in the air. Delilah remained still.
“Well?” Clayton opened his arms wide, his paw-pads beginning to ooze wisps of milky smoke. He wasn’t above disintegrating her, though that would defeat the purpose and ensure the curse was locked in. “Care to enlighten me? Or will I have to pull it out of your mind?”
Clayton caught Delilah’s shoulders slumping slightly. She’d been debating with herself what to do this whole time, and she’d finally figured out an answer.
“I can explain,” She said. “But perhaps it would be better if I show it to you. If you trust me enough to let you into your mind.”
The leopard chuckle-purred darkly. It wasn’t a question of trust. If she tried anything, it would spell her end.
“Go on. I’m dying to find out.”
Delilah gestured to the centre of the temple-space, where a wicker mat was laid out. The cone of moonlight from the hole framed it perfectly.
“Ah, lovely.” Clayton approached it, brushing some rubble out of the way with his paw, before sitting criss-crossed on the floor. He looked up at Delilah, expectantly. He very pointedly stared at her chest, rather than her masked face. He wanted her to know that was where he was looking.
She didn’t take the bait or react. She slowly stepped behind him.
Clayton knew he didn’t need to remind her of the risk she was taking.
“Breathe, and clear your mind,” she commanded.
“Careful about the tone you take with me, darling.” Clayton chuckled.