by Nikita King
“You killed him,” Sara stared at him.
“He touched you,” Warrick simply said.
“Touché,” Sara shrugged.
They both looked at the open cage door. Warrick swiftly grabbed Sara in his arms and ran out of the cage. He couldn’t believe that hardly any noise had been made. This was their chance. Warrick was in the center of the barn and was looking for an exit.
“Warrick.”
He looked at Sara.
“We have to let the rest of them go,” Sara whispered in his ear.
“The hell we do! I need to get you and our calf out of here. That is what I need to do.”
“Warrick, what if one of the others got free? Wouldn’t you want them to help me and the baby?”
“Fuck!” Warrick swore.
He put Sara down.
“I’ll get the keys from Pete’s belt,” Sara whispered.
“Fine,” Warrick said in a low voice, “but hurry.”
Warrick stood outside of the cage looking all around for threats like the warrior he was. Sara was so proud. Warrick looked fierce! Sara grabbed the keys and there were only four. Must be the same key to all of the cages and the additional keys for outside locks.
Sara ran back to Warrick. They moved to the cage closest to them. Warrick’s hand never left Sara’s waist. Worse come to worse, he would throw her over his shoulder and kill any threat in his way. They went down the wall unlocking all the cages. It was rather easy since it was just one key to open all the cages. Warrick thought if anything, opening all the cages would give the guards something to do rather than coming after Sara and himself.
All the beasts and women were running around trying to find an exit. Some were doing it as couples and some of the women were just running to get away from their partners. Sara and Warrick got to the last cage. The Centaur’s cage. Warrick grabbed Sara’s waist and pulled her away.
“Warrick, please don’t leave me here,” Fury pleaded.
“Ah……. so now I am Warrick. What happened to ‘Bull’?”
“Well, I’m not stupid enough to piss you off right now while my future is in your hands,” the Centaur stated with an edge of a smile.
“Listen here, Dog Food, I don’t like you. You don’t treat your females’ right. You are an outright bastard!” Warrick gritted out. “But I will let you go to save all the future women you could impregnate if you stayed here with the breeders.” Warrick went to get the key from Sara.
“No!” Sara simply stated holding the key away from him.
Warrick and Fury both looked at Sara with shocked expressions. Sara walked right up to the door.
“Hey, Don Juan, I will let your no-good ass out if you make me a promise,” Sara said.
“What, what do you want. Anything!” Fury said in a panic.
“I want you to take the keys and go free all the pregnant women, can you do that? Is there some kind of horsy promise you can make that will force you to bind yourself to your oath?” Sara questioned.
“I can’t do that. Half of the women in there are mine. What will I do with nine mates and nine colts?”
Sara turned to Warrick. “Let’s go.”
“Wait!”
Sara turned to look at him.
“I’ll do it. Please let me go. I give you my oath as an Other Worlder,” Fury stated.
“Warrick, is that a real promise?”
“It is,” Warrick nodded.
“Okay, here’s the deal. You run and free the women. You take your…….. nine, you filthy bastard, and you will take care of them. You will find some kind of doctor here and find out about C-sections. Why the stupid breeders didn’t figure that out before, I don’t know. But you will take care of your children. Do you agree to that? These women are scared and in another dimension. Respect that, do you vow it?”
“I do!”
Sara looked at Warrick and he nodded. Sara undid the lock and opened the cage. All three of them ran to the open barn exit; the other creatures must have found it before them. It was dark, and that would help their flight. Sara turned to Fury, “keep your vow!”
“I will, and thanks,” Fury kissed her cheek and Warrick’s fist hit his face. “Ow, I was trying to be nice.”
“Be nice to your own mates, dumbass. You only have nine,” Warrick had an evil grin. Fury took the keys and ran to a farmhouse on the other side of the meadow. Sara thought he was a good choice because he could run with a horse’s speed.
Sara wiped her cheek with her hand and looked at Warrick.
“He’s an asshole”
“Told you,” Warrick smiled and picked up Sara and slung her gently over his shoulder. Sara grunted with the motion.
“What do we do now?” Sara asked.
“We run!”
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Other Erotic Stories by Nikita King:
The Horny Leprechaun
The Horny Night Gaunt
Dedication:
This book is dedicated to my friend who I will call “little dude’s mom”.
You are my rock. You have been there with me through all of my books. We have grown into such wonderful friends. I wouldn’t trade you for anything. You were right there with me on the phone, when I read my first bad review. You were just as happy as I was, for my first good review. You are always there to give advice and suggestions………. You were the first person I called when I lost a friend because of my writing. What would I do without you? I guess what I am trying to say is, I love ya!