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*In this chapter... * Agreements are made. Past misdeeds and present wrongdoings buried. But for how long would this fragile peace last? Read and find out...

This novel has been written for Skan Drake who owns all the puma protagonists of this story

***The Monster Lies 16: The Proveider's Path*** ** **

"Those legs won't take you very far."

Maka ignored his voice, her eyes searching for a way out. There were many paths she could take. With any luck, the vines could even trap Han.

But those were only dreams spurred from the desperation of a deluded mind. There was no way out of this nightmare. Han would just catch her again and again.

Maka dropped back on the ground. The thought of being stuck with him felt heavier than her wounds. Heavier than even the sloppiness of her pussy. Liquid continued to trickle down on the ground, annoying Maka enough to force her to lift a leg, push her head close, and snarl at the bitter mixture of blood and cum that rushed into her nostrils.

"See?"

She shuddered at the sound of his voice. Han moved next to her, settling onto his haunches so that he could point at her pussy with one of his forepaws. "Can you finally gaze into my nightmare? See what I see?"

His grey pads dabbed at the thick mixture of the vastly different life-giving fluids gathered in a small puddle under her genital opening. Thin lines of blood twisted and coiled in a frantic dance around the snow-white formations that formed within the seminal fluid. On a normal day, after a normal mating, Maka's heart would have soared at the sight, for she knew of the potential those little formations carried. It was the best part of a male's semen. Pure seed that, if spilled in the right hole, could create life.

But that promise was now tainted by the monster's touch; a touch that she still felt within the narrow passage of her aching pussy.

"This is what will become of our daughter if we allow this intruder to invade our territory."

She tensed when his large, slick pads made contact with her bare pussy. One of his fingers sunk right between her tender folds. It hurt, but no more than his cock.

"He is going to find her. He is going to take her. He is going to spill his wretched seed not just once or twice or even ten times, because he knows..." Han paused to let his gaze sink into the ground. "He knows that the only way to win my territory is to render me incapable to fight. After all, what is a scratch on the flesh compared to a laceration to the heart?"

The male let out a heavy breath as he collapsed on the ground. Head placed on his forepaws, he looked more docile than the tormentor who just inflicted himself upon her. More like her Han.

"He wants to tear my heart out, Maka. Our heart." He glanced at her with one crimson eye. "She is our daughter. Did you not vow to protect her with everything you have? At the cost of your body and soul, even against threats much greater than you? Are those not your words I remember?"

He was not completely wrong. Maka wanted to remember, yet...that seemed a different life lived in a different time with a different cougar. She opened her mouth to speak, then let it hung, the silence between them deafening until she turned her head upon her wounded backside. A tear rolled down her cheek, and with the same serene silence, Maka allowed her body to fall back on the ground.

Pain shot across her nape. With a wounded growl, the female rolled onto her side to see Han staring back at her. Admiring his work. Delighting in her suffering no doubt.

"I..." that lone, heavy word rolled out of his mouth into the cold air. "I do not enjoy marring your body, Maka."

How could he not?!

"You might be stubborn, stupid, and at times more than useless, but what I want you to learn, what I need you to acknowledge is that our daughter's future is more important than a few scratches. Wounds like that heal."

"Do they?" Maka asked weakly. "Feel what I feel...is not that what you just said to me? In all your years, have you even tasted a fragment of the pain you've inflicted upon me?"

"I had no need to, for my foresight protected me against costly mistakes." Han said. "I have eliminated my competition before any of them had the chance to strike back, just as I am trying to get rid of this blight before he slithers inside our daughter. Would it not hurt more to see Skanita's beauty defiled? Her eyes aflame with tears, her belly too large to sit upon..." Han clenched his jaws and flexed his claws. "I will do anything to prevent that, and I swear by everything I have, everything that I am...this creature's seed will not find purchase in the womb of my daughter!"

Maka sighed. How was all this suffering going to prevent that atrocity? She had so many things to say, but instead, she kept her maw shut, afraid a misspoken word could increase her pain tenfold.

"It will get easier. After you learn this vital lesson...things will be better."

Maka didn't know if it was the care-free sound of his voice or his disposition that pressed her frayed nerves. With his belly facing the sky, Han was the perfect picture of relaxation, almost mocking her for her inability to do the same. Warm, seething anger filled her, and all of a sudden, she felt like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

"You speak of the future with such certainty, when it is you that gives me nightmares. You changed, Han. Two days ago, I would have never believed my mate can put me through such a torturing trial."

"Really now? Have you heard nothing of what I said?"

"Lies spoken from the same maw that bit me? How can I trust you ever again?" Maka hissed, backing away from the monster. "The stranger is not the problem here. He never has been until you allowed your own fears to turn you into...into this creature. Look. Just look what you did to me," Maka swiped her paw over the drops of blood and cum that impregnated the ground. "You are the terror, Han, and standing anywhere near you makes me fear for my life more than I ever did before!"

The male was stunned at what he just heard. Eyes wide, tail frozen, he stared at her with his big, crimson eyes until the anger she had come to know flared within his body.

"Are you so thick to disobey me right now, when my seed still drips from your pussy?"

"I'd pee it all away if I could!" Maka snarled.

Yet that was the wrong thing to say to a vengeful beast. Within a second Han was upon her. Maka rolled on the ground, striking back with her claws, but like before, he proved to be too fast, too powerful for her. A choked breath left her frightened maw as Han's jaws clenched around her throat, his powerful limbs holding her down. Maka froze when she felt his weight press upon her.

"I am starting to believe I am truly wasting my time on you, Maka. I try to make you strong...but your weakness constantly gets in my way, filling your head with dreams, preventing me from protecting my daughter!"

Maka squirmed and whimpered as a cold presence pressed upon her folds. It wasn't his cock. She knew the shape of his cock by heart, and right now the monster was limp and soft. Too soft to wound her again. Too powerless to violate her body.

"You believe yourself better than me, yet it is you who never watches or cares about our children. Why let them wander alone? Is that it? You think they can fend for themselves? Or is it that your parched cunt thirsts for the seed of another?"

Han doubled his efforts, his flaccid cock poking its head out of the sheath with every sloppy slam he unleashed upon Maka's flooded pussy.

"Want to breed, mrrrrrh? To squirt your progeny into my territory, feed them milk from your fat, useless body? I'll soil your cunt. If it's cubs you want, I'll fill your disloyal belly with hundreds of them!"

"What..." Maka croaked. "Would they think... of you.... if they saw this?"

Han froze. His grip pulled back, jaws too stunned to even form words.

"What would our cubs think of their father?" Maka pressed on.

"Enough! I will not hear another word from that disobedient mouth!"

He said that. Even doubled his efforts. But the result was just the same.

"You can't," Maka said, almost amused by the sudden shift in the situation. Han, the monster she learned to fear, was no more powerful than the nub of meat he poked her with.

"What?" he growled. "Think you can defy me, female?"

"Fill me." Maka dared him. "Go on, my provider. Pour your seed in me. Give me that heavy belly you threatened me with. Stand up to your words, just like your cock stands now."

She expected his fangs to find her throat again, but even with her throat contorting for air under the pressure of his rage, Maka smiled and thrust against him to further mock his lack of erection.

Han jumped off her, a look of disbelief replacing the anger in his eyes. He paced around, awestruck by the sudden turn of events. "You...you made me like this, female. Infected me with...with your weakness! YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS!"

His words went once again unanswered. From her side -the only way her injuries would not hurt- Maka watched the monster-turned-wretch pace around, conflicted, displaying signs of nervousness. Did he feel guilt, when he swished his tail around like that? Remorse for his actions? She couldn't know for sure. Part of her did not even care, as the Han she knew was gone. What stood in front of her was a different cougar that only looked and smelled like her mate.

His smell...she could not rid herself of it easily, yet there was a way to remove part of his stain from her body. Maka moved her head under an upraised hind leg to reach towards her pussy...

"Wait."

She paused. Why, she did not yet know.

"Let me," Han padded over to her, easing her on her back, then spreading her legs apart to reveal the pinky mixture of cum and blood that his anger unleashed upon her.

"Will you bite me?" Maka asked. His exposed fangs still made her shudder.

"No," Han answer simply. "Not now. Not unless you give me a reason. Stand still, and keep your legs spread."

Maka obeyed him, only because it seemed fit, ironic even for Han to eat his own, precious cum. When his tongue fell upon her battered gates, Maka tensed with apprehension, expecting the fiery sensation of barbs. What she received however was much smoother. Comforting. Strange. As if she lost herself in a better dream. The silky feel of the barb-less tip of his tongue felt like rejuvenating oil inside her pussy. Instinctively, she spread her legs apart, finding herself purring to the wet flicks of the male's tongue. After he cleaned her entrance, Han pressed his fangs harder and harder against her backside not to hurt, but to squeeze his tongue deeper inside a place that thirsted for such a gentle touch.

"It's done."

Maka blinked her eyes, almost confused that her pleasant dream ended so abruptly.

"Stay here, and if the vines approach, spray them with urine."

Just like that, he was gone.

Maka sniffed through her wet fur. There was no trace of seed anywhere near her privates. Closing her eyes, she resumed licking, her purr flaring back within the depths of her throat.

A soft thump made her ears flick. There was nobody else that could sneak up on her apart from the owner of the land. Jumping onto her legs, Maka turned to the stern face of the male carrying a large bundle of herbs in his mouth.

"Herbs, to help with the wounds," Han explained as he settled down on the ground. He spread the bundle apart with his paws, sorting the herbs by type in smaller piles.

"What's this?" Maka approached him slowly. She knew the look and scent of healing herbs, but her mind refused to make the necessary connection. "Why?" she asked, bemused by the strange return of the male.

"Why what?" Han paused to look up at her. "I am still your provider, am I not? That's what I'm doing. I provide."

"I know, but..." Maka paused. How could she say this in a convincing way? Here it was. The opportunity to slink back to her home. Or maybe even escape Han's grip altogether. Her thoughts jumped to her children, specifically to how they would fare after their mother was gone, but Han never showed any inclinations to harm them. Everything he did was for his family. Or so he said.

"I am just wondering if there not a better place for-"

"This grove is the safest place you can find. Hear anything?"

Maka perked her ears to hear...nothing. There were a few insects in the hollows of the vine-infested trees. Apart from that, there was no small life. Curious, how even the birds avoided nesting in the canopy of these trees.

"The vines. They're afraid of them. Afraid to die." Maka said.

"That is a possibility, yes, but I have not seen this outcome ever since I discovered this grove," Han said. "The trees have not developed a taste of meat. What you experienced was a defense mechanism. Nothing else."

Right. As if those accursed snakes would have let go if he hadn't sprayed his acidic urine on them. Maka made a mental note to remember that as she settled on the ground, still looking at Han apprehensively, as if he was planning something dark. He kept working though, giving little indication of his thoughts, and after he finished with the first step, the cougar started chewing his way from pile to pile, depositing the sludgy mess of broken stems, shattered leaves and drooping saliva in a pile of broad leaves.

"Come to me."

She stood up, slowly.

"Still weary of my intentions?"

"As any cougar must." Maka said.

He sighed. "You know as well as I what this mixture does. Now come before I change my mind."

Somehow, she worked up the courage to approach him, her eyes focused on the ground, away from his eyes, his feet, away from even his tail, least succumb to the panic that boiled within her belly. She sat down nervously, kneading the little vines while she waited for him to put his plan into action.

"Mrrraaafff," Maka tensed as his tongue fell upon her wounded nape.

"Tell me if I'm going too fast or feel any discomfort."

"Like you care." Maka blurted out without thinking. She almost expected Han to strike back at her insolence.

But the cougar said nothing, allowing his tongue to wash over the hardened blood that gathered around the entrance of her wounds. What was once a familiar sensation drove whispers of fear under her fur, keeping her on the edge. Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened. After a dozen or so licks -enough to get the fur soaked- Han placed the mixture upon the back of her neck and spread it around with his paw.

"You know...this could have gone much better, but we both have to admit pain is the greatest teacher. The lessons it imparts...they stay with you forever. I remember the-"

"Stop." Maka's voice shook. "Do what you must, but do not try to justify cruelness. What you did to me-"

"Was wrong," Han said.

Maka almost swallowed her tongue. Did she hear that right? Was it not just a figment of her imagination?

"I wanted to impart knowledge, yet instead, all that stuck was unnecessary pain, for which I am sorry. I am proud. You knew this ever since you took me, but I am telling this to you right now, or at least, trying to. I almost..." he shook his head. "My cautiousness, my fear, my anger, it turned me into something I'm not, and...I lost myself. I am sorry for what I've done, and while I cannot take back the wounds I inflicted, let me at least heal them."

So he was sorry, after all. Looking down, focusing on her kneading, Maka whispered to him. "A few herbs will not win my heart back, nor will they wash away the memories that will haunt my nights."

"I know that, but I hope this can be a start to make things right again."

Maka gave him only a nod of her head as she relaxed the best she could under the ministrations of his paws. Han spread the paste over her fur, then started to knead, pushing the mixture harder and harder into her wounds. He warned her about the pain, but Maka gave no sign she even heard the advice, her stern jaws not letting out as much as a wisp of weakness.

"Done," Han placed his paw back on the ground. "Avoid deep water for the following days, and sleep on your belly."

"No need to play the role of a mother with me. Are we done?"

"Almost," Han waved his paw around.

"What is that supposed to mean."

"That means we are not finished yet. I am going to be gentle. There is nothing to fear from now on."

Though a sliver of fear crept up her spine, Maka dropped on her side and pushed her tail far back to allow him full access to her aching pussy. "No claws, no tongue. Only pads. And be quick about it."

The male gave a nod, settled on his haunches, and began tonguing his paw. He did it slow, allowing only the tip of his tongue to roll over the pads. This way plenty of saliva built up before each stroke, turning his grey pads darker. With that done, he flexed his fingers and licked between them enough times to soak the small strands of fur.

Maka thought he was done. Hind leg lifted, she expected his touch upon her folds, but instead of that Han pushed his paw inside his maw to suckle on it for a long annoying minute.

"I think you missed a spot."

Her dry remark stirred no reaction from the cougar. Focused as ever, Han hovered his paw over to her genital opening. He paused.

Maka gave him a nod, then gasped lightly when his warm, silky pads connected with the wounded surface of her lips. He held his paw there for a few seconds, then started moving it around slowly to get her accustomed to the feel of his pads. "If you are in pain, tell me, and I'll stop."

With another dip of her head, Maka settled comfortably on her side and waited for Han to finish his massage. His slick pads slid softly across the surface of her lips, comforting her with every stroke. After two minutes of rubbing, Han took his paw back in order to place the mixture of herbs upon her pussy. Maka gasped, making the male freeze in the process.

"Did I-"

"Cold. The mixture, it's colder than your paw."

He seemed relieved to hear that. Han moistened the mixture with a few more drops of saliva, using his tongue to spread it evenly over her opening before his paw replaced it.

"Try to relax now. Find something that brings you peace. Think of better times."

Maka closed her eyes, picturing the days after their first mating as he began rubbing her vulva with one of his pads. It felt warm and soft, like the kisses he used to give her after his seed found purchase within her belly. The promise of becoming a father brought the best qualities out of the cougar. That Han had forsaken his patrol duty to spend his entire time with her. Maka remembered those cold days of winter so fondly. How she went looking for small animals in the puffy snow, the cold rays of the winter sun cascading down through the snow-leaden branches of the evergreen fir trees. She had no care in the world. No worries apart from the tiny life growing inside her belly. Late at night when the forest became encased in ice, in the warm embrace of her mate, she listened to Han's tales of bravery; stories he would pass down upon his own children when they grew old enough to listen.

Warmth flickered within her belly, and, lost in her memories, Maka allowed it to grow just like her belly did two years back. The weather turned warmer. Life replaced frost, and at the end of the summer she gave birth to her two little treasures. A male her mate named Skan, and his twin sister Skanita. From that moment on, her entire universe seemed to revolve around those two. That was another moment when Han went out of his way to make her happy. She gorged on the sweetest of fawns all day, and when night came Han crawled behind her body, giving his offspring a fond lick before flicking the same loving tongue over her pussy. He kissed her, again and again, murmuring his love for her, showering her body with a small token of his appreciation.

Part of that heat bled into the present when an enticingly soft finger pushed its way deeper into the velvet confines of her moistening pussy. Maka's breath shuddered. Her claws flexed through the air, curling to grab at the phantasms of her excited mind. Han's kisses turned into something warmer and wetter, his sloppy licks resounding through the cave. For female that abstained from any sexual intercourse for month, to be eaten out in such a ferocious way was just too much, so, with a broken, almost pathetic growl, she poured all her love into a burst that splattered upon the needy tongue of her loving mate.

That memory was so intense that even her wounded folds forgot all about pain, grasping and squelching with thick, needy noises around the dripping pad that played the role of a smoother, better cock. A long, purring moan left Maka's throat. Eyes squeezed with pleasure, she thrust into the blissful paw. The thrill felt so good it consumed her, transposing her back to a time when her mate still loved her, and Han quickened his pace, mating her entrance with that sole finger while the rest of his foot kneaded, pressed, and rounded her folds to fan the flames of her passion.

Maka felt like she lost control of her body as she rammed herself into the only good feeling she felt for the past two, miserable days. Her mind thirsted for warmth. Her pussy needed something soft after all that abuse, and her tired mind did nothing to stop the flames from ascending into an all-consuming blaze.

It was only when her muscles tensed and her breath caught into her throat that Maka realized she was about to climax. With a sharp kick, she thrust herself away from the precipice of release.

"That's enough." Maka buried her head in her paws, blinking hard to clear her head from the dizziness that almost caused her to lose control of her senses. "I can finish the rest myself."

"As you wish."

She was relieved to see him move far enough away to give her time and space for herself. The tangy smell of her mistake permeated the air around her, a weakness that could have very well led to more suffering. Maka silently cursed herself for exposing herself such. What if her scent stirred his need? She distanced herself from such thoughts by focusing on continuing what Han started, massaging her vulva with her colder pads to muffle the tingling warmth that still burned within the depths of her flushed pussy.

Once her arousal died down, Han requested her permission to approach. Maka looked at her folds again, making sure no drops of fluid were present before giving him a quick nod. The male sat down beside her. He looked at the trees, and by the sound of his silence, he needed time to put his thoughts into words.

"You need to return home," he said with a cool voice. "Find our children. Tell them that you ventured too far west and that the intruder forced himself upon you."

He tilted his head so that one of his crimson eyes stared at her. "Those herbs will not mask the scent of blood nor render your wounds invisible to the naked eye. Our children might have their heads filled with small and insignificant things, but they are not stupid."

"I agree."

Han seemed surprised.

"It is the most believable way to cover the painful truth. They can never know what happened between us."

"I am...surprised to hear that. If I am honest with myself, I expected more resistance coming from you. It's settled then," Han got onto his fours. "Warn our children to never stray from home. Make sure Skanita understands what can befall her if she ventures too far. I cannot bear the thought of seeing her harmed."

"You won't have to."

They kept eye contact for a few more seconds before Han ran into the depths of the forest.

End of Chapter 16

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