Inspiration like bitch-slapped me this morning. Here's what Inspiration told me to do…

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I am finding it hard to contain my amusement. Ji'kra is more composed, but not by much. The old general that was so interested in Alex's plans before she left has already excused himself after snorting very loudly when he heard why the neighboring clan was visiting; the relic is gone, and they think we have it.

How did Alex put it? On the inside of the joke? I think that was it. I like it.

My worry for her safety has lessened due to her success. She has not made it back to the village yet, but she is on foot and the clan leader came by ship.

He insinuated that Ji'kra was lying, hiding the relic away.

Ji'kra pauses, and I recognize the gleam in his eye. Someone is about to be the 'butt of the joke'. Alex is delighted when Ji'kra does this.

"Search if you must, but I do not have it. If I did possess such a relic, it would not be hidden away; it would be in my hand."

The other clan leader is livid at the words. In fear of having the relic taken back, it is rumored that he had locked it in a chest that was buried in the floor of his manor. If so, then Alex has done the impossible.

He tactfully replies, "There will be no need to search. But being as we are here, do you mind if we stay a few days? It will be beneficial to strengthen an alliance."

Meaning he didn't want to outright search for the relic, but was willing to stay a few days to snoop around.

"It would be an honor. I will have a feast prepared."

The other clan leader can feel that we are laughing at him for something, but he doesn't have proof of anything so he nods and he and his warriors leave to go to the manor we have for dignitaries.

I smile.

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Later that evening, I am sitting at the table with a few other warriors. It is a wondrous feast. I eat slowly, savoring meats I haven't had in centuries.

A serving woman refills my wine mug on the right side. Then she shuffles around behind me to take an empty plate from the left. She bumps my elbow with her hip and I look up, ready to scold her, and find myself staring into a pair of green eyes over a large and crooked grin.

Alex turns and goes back into the kitchen.

I signal to Ji'kra and motion in her direction. Ji'kra fairly bursts into laughter when he sees her.

He apologizes to his guests, and fabricates a story to cover his breach of etiquette.

All through the evening the other clan leader bemoans the theft of the relic, while all the time the one that stole it poured his wine and took his empty dishes. I've had to excuse myself a number of times as Alex will make faces behind his back and send me into quiet laughter that rocks my shoulders.

Only towards the end of the evening does the air change. One of the slaves brought from the other village stands and accuses us of making fools of them, and claims that he knows we have the relic.

There is silence. Everyone knows what must be done now.

"Alex," Ji'kra calls. She strides smoothly out of a side room to his side and dips demurely. Ji'kra gestures to the offending slave. "Kill him."

She dips again and walks around the table and makes her way towards her target.

He sneers and says, "You think a woman could kill me?"

Before he can say anything else, Alex has her foot slammed into his face before dropping to the floor and swiping his feet out from under him. While he is stunned and wheezing for breath, she calmly grasps his head in a false embrace and twists, breaking the bone with a satisfying crunch.

She silently walks back around the table and stands at Ji'kra's feet.

"You may return to the kitchen."

She dips and leaves the room.

The warriors from the other clan wisely excuse themselves for the rest of the night.

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I have barely entered the house when Alex tackles me. Though this time, not in her usual hug. She shoves my loincloth out of the way and wraps her lips around my flaccid dick. It did not take long to harden. Pleased with her mood, I slide my hand through her hair and grip the back of her head, but I don't have to encourage her.

She stands and strides away from me – I growl – but when I see her brashly push aside the plates on the countertop, I wonder what she is doing. She strips off her dress and lays forward over it, wiggling her behind where I can see that she is glistening in anticipation.

I don't have to be told twice. In three strides I cross the kitchen and sink into her cunt. She groans with me and she trembles, on the verge of orgasm just from this first insertion. I thrust fast and hard, and I like the angle I have. She is too short to lean over the counter flat-footed, so she remains pushed up on her toes.

I purr excitedly when she tells me to rake my claws down her back. I leave large red welts on her skin, but instead of whimpering in pain, she hisses in pleasure. Her walls clamp down excruciatingly tight, and my breath catches at the size of this orgasm. She cries out as it seizes her, and by now I know not to slow down. Instead I speed up, and force her into a second and third orgasm before finally spilling my seed inside her.

When I stop thrusting, I can still feel her coming around me. I wait until she stops before I pull out slowly.

I lean over her back and nibble at that spot at the base of her neck she likes so much. Alex pants for a moment then says, "I can't feel my feet."

I laugh quietly and lift her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom, where we fall asleep as a mass of tangled limbs.