
From: The Gray Mouser
Subj: Kat4b  mf/fantasy

    After a space, she woke with a small moan. Kat heard this and turned to
face her. He had been gathering the girl's possessions, as well as relieving
the brigands of their gold and belongings.

    She slowly sat up and her smock opened wide, revealing her naked chest.
She gasped and covered herself, tucking the loose end into her skirt. Kat
gave a small friendly smile. She gazed at him, her face questioning, and
then at her belongings which he had piled behind him neatly.

    Suddenly, her face darkened and she shot him a look of pure venom.
Springing to her feet, she raced to the spot where her sword still lay.
Gripping the hilt, she spun around and ran to attack him. Kat, not wishing
to further frighten the girl, deduced her attack and deftly ducked below her
wildly slashing blade.

    "Now that's not very neighbourly, young miss", he started.

    She paid no attention to his jesting, but continued her onslaught. "Die,
scum!", she screamed at him. She struck once more at his head, whereupon he
simply ducked the blade again.

    "Come now, let's talk a space", he started again, still trying to be
friendly. He quickly dodged another poorly executed attempt.

    He readied himself for her fourth attempt, still bemused by her behaviour.
Her blade once again whisked over his ducked head, but this time it spun
around and swung straight under his chin, aimed at his chest. He twisted
himself to the side so that the blade tore at his cloak instead of embedding
itself in his heart.

    "That tears it!" he shouted, almost wincing at his unintended pun. He
cast off his cloak and drew his sword. She seemed cheered by this move and
started to beat mercilessly upon his blade. The first few strokes again were
ineffectual, but as time wore on they took on a more directed and deadly
attitude.

    Kat fended off this attack easily, but was puzzled by the fact that her
blows were becoming much more accurate. He looked at her, amazed that one so
young could fight so well.

    At least, she was young when they started. Where once was a plain peasant
girl now stood a full-grown woman! He gazed in amazement at the sudden
appearance of this Amazon goddess. She had grown at least three inches taller
and four years older from when they had started. Her hair was longer too,
spilling in raven waves over her shoulders. Her lips had widened slightly,
and her green eyes flashed like fire. Her smock came open with her exertions
and her now full breasts tumbled out. Her nipples had become erect, sticking
out a full inch from the puffy areola. He became instantly erect at the sight,
then struggled to focus his mind on the fight at hand. His mind wavered,
however, as he suddenly longed to capture her lovely orbs between his lips,
to kiss and caress the luscious nipples until she cried out in ecstasy.

    She had noticed his attentions and gave a small, seductive smile. With
her free hand, she captured one of the mounds and gave it a gentle squeeze.
His eyes and crotch bulged as one. She smiled again and suddenly engaged his
blade forcefully and gave a twist, meaning to disarm him.

    Kat recognized the move and, despite his erotic longing, acted quickly.
He disengaged his blade and leapt back. He then shot forward, locking blades
with her and pressing her close. They struggled and stared at each other, then
she bent her head forward and swiftly licked his right earlobe. His nostrils
were filled with the scent of her sweat, erotic perfume for his now lust-
soaked brain. He smelled something else, a sweet musky fragrance that he was
sure had wafted up from between her shapely legs. His longing for her
redoubled, as he wished to bury his face between those muscular legs and
lick at her sex until time itself came to an end.

    She whispered low in his ear, "Now you die".

    Leaping back, she stood poised for the kill. An instant later she lunged
forward, her blade aimed at his throbbing manhood. He stood, unable to raise
his sword to defend against her oncoming attack. His body was completely at
her mercy, but suddenly a deafening screech shot through his brain which
released the paralysis. He turned with as much speed as he could muster, the
blade missing his cock, but ripping painfully through the front of his right
thigh. Howling with pain, he raised his sword and brought the hilt crashing
down on her outstretched hand, sending her sword flying. He then pushed her
to the ground with his free hand and put the tip of his sword to her throat.

    She growled low and then spat at him. "You will not take me! Kill me
now!" she screamed at him.

    "I've no intention of doing either, miss", Kat growled at her from
between gritted teeth. "I'd just like a bit of explanation as to why you're
trying to skewer me." He attempted another smile, then grimaced as the pain
shot through his leg. He looked down at the blood pouring from the wound,
then at the woman.

