NTR Quest (P Tier) - Kara - North

“Is this all?” Kara questioned. Her arm was curled under yours and she was clinging to you in an imitation of affection.

“Is what all?”

“This... Clinging to someone. Is this what being 'together' means to you?”

“What does it mean to you? What do you imagine it as?”

You both landed in the southernmost port on the Demonkine Continent. It was a piece of the territory that had been cut away from the huge region. Owned and administered by your home kingdom, as it was the state that carried out the conflict that made the gains. The town was preparing for winter and the structures seemed built for it with steep sloped roofs designed to stop snow from piling up. As a Beastfolk, Kara did not seem particularly cold, though you were beginning to feel it yourself.

Kara considered the question carefully. Her tone felt as though it intended to guard her answer. “To me? A relationship is contradictory. To me it means mutual enjoyment. I get enjoyment from being with various partners, so being with someone that only wants me is unfair to them.”

“And preventing you from fulfilling your own desires is unfair to you.” You reasoned sadly.

She shrugged. “The mission is more important than what I want, for now. Training you, keeping you sane. I've come to terms with that now.” You cringed. She saw and exhaled lightly.
“I guess I shouldn't have said that part out loud.” She deflected by putting on her best smile and leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.
“Mwah! Ignore that part, I just love you so much, honey!” Kara claimed convincingly.

“It's okay. You don't have to pretend.”

She tilted her head to one side quizzically. “I'm not pretending.”

“That's what you would say if you were trying to be convincing.” You complained weakly.

“Tell me what you want, then!” She shouted in frustration.
“You're depressed when I ignore you and you're depressed when I try to be with you... Such a pain.”

“I just... Kind of want you to be happy.” There was a short pause before you added while glancing away meekly.
“With me.”

Kara's demeanor softened. She leaned in and hugged you tightly. You shakily wrapped your arms around her and rested your hands on her back. She was warm.
“Is it that hard to believe that I'm really trying? You've been through a lot, Hero. You've made some good choices and some bad. You left people behind when you had to. I can't be a replacement for your mother and sister. Maybe I can try 'actually' being your lover. Sorry for being sarcastic.” She leaned back so that she was staring into your eyes. Your faces were close.

“It's okay.” You offered, entranced by just how beautiful she looked and how endearing she was.

“You're very cold.” She claimed.

“S-sorry! I didn't mean to come off as-”

She lifted a brow and stared at you with amusement. “Physically. We're not in Cheshire anymore. Let's get some clothes, okay?” You nodded, amazed by how matronly she sounded with that one concerned sentence. It felt nice. You wanted a partner, not necessarily a woman to look after you, but it was still nice. It put into perspective just how much your senior she was. Kara acted casual, but she was far more well versed in so many different things.

“Let's go shop. Do you want anything?”

“Yeah, I could use some winter clothes. Warming myself up continuously is pretty tiring. Would be good to not have to think about it.”

-

For yourself you could have simply gone to a general store, however, as Kara was interested in winter attire as well you wanted to shop for actual clothing. Luckily the port was a hub and fur was a big trade, as was clothing. The season was ramping up so winter wear was very plentiful. You thought that was all you would find, but as you entered you noticed other far more typical feminine items. Kara walked with purpose towards a rack with several coats, leaving you alone near the entrance.
“W-whatever you want.” You called after her.

You hung back and found yourself staring intently at a table with several pairs of lacy underwear laid out. In the very first layer of your mind you imagined Kara posing in the cute pink panties and brazier, or possibly the red to match her fur and hair. You felt them and how soft they were and as you did, on another deeper layer you began to wonder what it would feel like. What it would look like. You batted away those thoughts. Obviously it would not look good.

“Would you like to try anything on m-” The girl attending the story covered her mouth as you turned. She stared at you closely, then corrected herself.
“Apologies, sir. From behind...”

“Don't worry about it. Don't even mention it.” You asked. Her cheeks flushed and she conceded with a quick inclination of her head. As the woman was about to slink away Kara returned wearing a very smart-looking fur coat. The fur around the hood and collar was white, so it did not fit exactly, but it worked.

“You should get something here, too.” She commented without considering too much where they were. The coats were women's coats. They were shaped for women's bodies and they were made in the feminine style that was popular at the time.

“I'm-”

Kara did not listen. Instead she took your hand and pulled you towards the coats. As you fussed and glanced around in embarrassment you breath a sigh of relief knowing that the shop was basically empty aside from the girl attending the store. Kara very forwardly found a coat with orange-ish fur around the collar and helped you into it. The shape of the coat very much formed your slender body into a more feminine shape. Your face became bright red.
“These are-” You began to complain.

“It looks good.” Kara stated innocently. You considered that she was messing with you but you finally arrived at the conclusion that she really did not get it.
“Hmm...” She preened your hair a bit.

“These are women's clothes!” You exclaimed.

Kara leaned back and stared at you incredulously. “Does it matter?” It confirmed to you that she knew. She just did not get it.
“A coat's a coat and it fits you.”

You inhaled deeply and slowly before speaking. “Do you understand what it means to say that this women's coat 'fits' me?”

She stared at you blankly, then her eyes widened with recognition. “Oh! Oooh. You care about that stuff.” It did not seem to occur to her that you would.

“Why would it not!”

“From my perspective, clothes don't say much. You wear whatever fits. I would not suggest this for that Sam guy.” She laughed.
“Too fat. But, you're kind of...”

“Small?”

“Right!” She points. She did her best not to make it insulting, so you could not complain.
“Small. Whatever fits and whatever's comfortable.” She walked you in your form-fitting coat over to the table.
“Saw you looking at these. Dunno why men don't wear them. They're nicer. Feel better on the skin.”

“What are you trying to convince me of?” You questioned indignantly.

Kara leaned close, embraced you and whispered in your ear. “I think it's charming. I don't see it as male or female. What looks good looks good. Right? What feels good feels good.”

“R-right. But I'm not a girl.” You stated.

“Never said you were. Not that it matters.” She thought for a second.
“I do tend to treat girls differently, though.”

“How?”

“I've been with men and women. I'm more dominant with women. I can't take their Aura by being moved on, so I have to be the mover and the chaser.” She rolled her eyes.
“It's harder.”

“Would you...” You trailed off, then added.
“With me? More...”

“Hmm?” She realized what you were asking and smirked.
“You wanna experiment?” She asked with a bright expression. You had never seen her so interested in you, so you had no chance of refusing. You still sounded uncertain as you agreed, not that she minded at all.
“Alright! It's been a while since I've tried this method on a guy.”

“What method?” You asked nervously.

“You trust me?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” She pulled you into the change room. Before disappearing inside with you she got the attention of the attendant and made a number of requests. Kara then returned and shut the door to the archaic wooden change room. It had a small circular mirror on one wall and a stool.
“Bend over.” She asked.

“W-what? Why?”

Kara clicked her tongue. “Just do it, okay? You said you wanted to experiment.” With that you reluctantly bent over. She slid your pants down below your hips. Your whole body shuddered as she gave your hole a lick.

“W-what is th-” She stuffed two fingers into your mouth suddenly.

“Get them wet, okay?” You nodded, relaxing a bit as you sucked on her fingers. She pulled them back, allowing you to speak again.

“What are you doing?”

“Some people call this a curse, but I don't get it.” Before you could completely comprehend what she just said your back arched. You gasped, feeling her two wet fingers entering your asshole. While her one hand performed that act, her other reached up from between your legs and covered your member. It was beginning to get hard, but slowly as she rubbed a very maddening spot inside of your rear the swelling in your cock went down, down, then dissipated completely. As it did, the feeling in your behind grew. As quickly as she pushed in, kara pulled her fingers free. You turned around and stared harshly at her.

“What was that!?”

“Chastity.” She shrugged.
“It's a curse that's kinda hard to pull off, because the subject's gotta fulfill a few conditions. But! It's pretty good, right?” She smiled widely.

“N-not good! What did you actually do?”

Kara poked your member casually. You noted the lack of sensation, then noticed the amount that your balls were sore. Your member had shriveled and become very flat against your body while your balls both felt swollen while also looking to be half-sucked up into your abdomen. It hurt, but it was a dull, cloying pain.
“Your front is completely dead while the curse is active. It's just a conduit for pleasure that you can achieve through the rear.” She tilted her head to one side in thought.
“It's the only way for you to cum, and it's hard for you to masturbate like that so you'll be pretty reliant on me.”

“How long?”

“Until I make it stop or someone else does.” Kara admitted.

“It's permanent.”

“P-permanent?” Your hole throbbed and your heart raced at the thought.

“Down boy.” She points to the ground as she takes a seat on the bench.

“Why?” you asked, more as a general question while sitting down on the floor in front of her.

“I thought this way of being together might be more interesting. You are pretty desperate to make it work so I'm just trying different stuff.”

You looked up. “Is it working?”

She smiled genuinely. “Kinda gets me going, honestly.” You felt a rush of satisfaction.
“You aren't into being a girl, right? We kinda tread that path.” You nodded in the affirmative. She gave your head of dark, messy hair a pat.
“Well, you can stay a boy, but maybe just... A different kind of boy?”

Your eyes widened in confusion. “A different-” As you spoke a few different warm winter skirts and stockings were tossed over the door.

-

You felt self-conscious as you left the store in a short white skirt, complimented by a white and red puff-ball coat that Kara suggested. Luckily your legs were not bare and they were decorated from toe to thigh in warm red stockings. Your nethers were guarded by a comfy pair of red panties that warmed you just by wearing them. It did not matter that the skirt was breezy.
“Come here.” She motioned beside her. You hurried up, allowing her to pull you under her arm. You hung off of her as she had you earlier.
“So... You kinda failed the test, but that's okay.”

“E-eh?”

She stared at you with both brows raised. “Really? You LET me render your cock useless and dress you up in this stuff.”

“I-I thought it didn't matter!?”

Kara rolled her eyes. “If you're aiming to be a little femmy cuckold, it probably doesn't matter. But you're aiming to be my partner, right?” She questioned harshly.

“Yeah...” You looked down.

“I kinda craved it, was the rough part.” Kara mused.
“I was wondering if maybe you would be up to it. I got kinda intrigued by the idea of being with someone and maybe it could be you.”

“It can still be me.” You whined.

“Of course it can, sweetie.” She smiled sweetly and spoke patronizingly.
“I love you so much, just the way you are.” Kara turned and hugged you. You felt so, so confused.

“I don't understand. Am I-”

“You're mine.” She stated frankly.

“And you're mine, right?” She did not answer.
“Right?”

Kara hummed happily and pulled you along with her. “Be a good boy and keep on the lookout for a good enough guy. I wanna lay with someone tonight before we go.” That sentence elicited a weak whimper from you. Kara noticed and stopped to pull you into another warm, affectionate hug. It felt far more real than any she had offered before, as did the kiss that followed. She invaded your mouth dominantly with her tongue and rolled it around inside. When she pulled back, her golden eyes stared deeply into yours.
“Relax. This is a new kind of training.”

“I want to be with you...” You complained.

Kara smiled. “You are. I've decided. We're together. We're a couple. But I just need you to adapt and learn a bit, okay?” You nodded reluctantly as she stroked your hair gently.
“We're gonna change the way you think, okay? Change the way your brain works. You get to have this.” She kissed you again.
“Love, affection. Real. From me. But then I get-” She smiled widely and slowly turned your head until your eyes rested on a bulky northern human male. You shook.

“But-”

“Shh shh...” Kara said soothingly.
“I love you, Hero. You trust me, right? You know that I do?”

You nodded while barely registering that it was her hand on your chin moving it up and down. You were a lump of loose, warm flesh in her arms. It was impossible to deny her.

-

“Hope this's okay.” Kara said, speaking over your head. Your tongue gently stroked between her bare, shaven folds, wetting them, getting them ready. Her hand rested on your head and wove into your hair encouragingly. Your nose was rubbing a very small, cute tuft of red hair that she kept just above her mons.
“Little strange, but alright.” The man chuckled.
“My turn?”

You were on your knees. Like a mentor, Kara dropped down to your level and smiled warmly, meeting your confused, far-off gaze. Your heart was beating quickly. You were not sure what to do, or how. She rested both hands on either shoulder and spoke very kindly.
“You know what's important?”

You held back a gag. “Your pleasure. Your feelings...”

“Good.” She cooed.
“I want you to get his cock nice and wet okay?”

“S-so it feels good going in.”

“That's perfect. While it's happening?”

“I watch and a-appreciate what he's doing for you. Doing what I can't do.” Your hands folded timidly in your lap as she spoke to you.

Kara added convincingly. “Then after, when he is passed out we'll cuddle and you will get all of my love and affection.”

“After he f-fucks-” Kara saw you getting worked up and pulled you in for another manipulative embrace.

“Shh... It's not love to fuck. Right?” She looked to you.

“Right.” You relented.

“Get me nice and hard so I can fuck your girl real good, okay?” The man ordered. You offered him a nod and turned around to meet his intimidatingly big cock. You nearly passed out from the scent of it. It was so hot in the cold weather of the back room that steam was coming off of it. You held it firmly at the base, then circled it with your tongue, gagging from the taste of it. The unclean nature. A thought crossed your mind, however. If you cleaned this dirty thing it would spare Kara from the mess. If you whetted it and made it slick it would make it far easier for it to fit into her tiny cunt. Finally, if you made it nice and hard, throbbingly hard, it would all be over so much faster. With that in mind you felt a vague sense of satisfaction as, from your stroking and licking, his member rose and began to provide the appearance of a powerful muscle within your small hand. You gasped, worried that you were getting used to the smell and the taste so quickly after finding them disgusting. You were getting aroused, but it did not show in your useless member. Instead your hole twitched needily and a dull ache began to form in your stomach.

Once it was hard he tore his cock from your hands and practically jumped on top of Kara as she lay splayed out on her back. You watched from behind as, with her legs raised and spread their bodies connected with a slap and his long, muscular member pushed into her wet, ready cunt. She whimpered and gasped as he hammered into her like an animal. You covered your mouth at the sight to stifle whimpers and tried to ignore the sounds of Kara pleading for more, the big man's body slapping against her toned form, and his cock squelching as it forced it's way into her tight pussy like a foot trying to force its way into and undersized sock. You tried to find fulfillment in that, like she asked. In the knowledge that she was getting what she wanted. But it still hurt. To numb the pain you crawled beside her and held her hand weakly as she moaned. To your surprise her elegant hand closed around yours. It helped you drown it out far easier to feel that small connection.

You coped and thought. 'Maybe this is going to be okay?' As a wet sound erupted from behind. His cum bursting from the tight seal his cock made inside of her pussy. He pulled it out and like a cork coming off a bottle his seed oozed out of her. You whispered.
“Y-you're not going to get pregnant, are you?”

She shook her head. “Not unless I want to. This guy? Not worth it.”

“What about me?”

She smiled and caressed your cheek as the man slumped over. “Sweetie... You should want me to have strong babies, right?” She teased.

“S-sorry. You're right.”