thick waves that any woman would envy. Real pretty, but it's his eyes, in combination with that incredible skin, that pushes him over into the able-to-seduce-straight-guys territory. They're almond-shaped, like cat eyes, and a glittering emerald color. Currently, they were staring at me as if I were something tasty to hunt and eat.
“Where are you off to, Captain?” the Leopard Lord tapped the head in his lap and the man sucked off him with a loud pop, leaving the Leopard Lord's massive, glistening, black dick on display.
The Leopard Lord took his time tucking his cock back into his pants, and I kept my gaze firmly locked on his face. And yes, I was still able to see that cock without looking directly at it; it was that big. His lips twitched.
“Back to the human side of camp, my lord,” I said.
“So soon?” the Leopard Lord drawled. “You've only just . . . come.”
Yeah, I was going to ignore that shit. “I was delivering a message to—”
A strange screeching cut me off. I went still, all of us did, and peered around warily. I looked to the sky, instinct telling me that danger was coming from that direction. Spots of green burst across the star-spotted dark, then arced downward.
I frowned as I heard the sharp whistles of approaching projectiles, then shouted, “Take cover!”
The Leopard Lord's boy-toys came alert instantly, shifting into giant Leopards as what little clothes they had on tore into ribbons. Our warlord stood up and stared at the sky like I had, basically doing the opposite of what I said. Leopard faeries screeched and roared as flames spread across the camp. Soldiers shouted and then, in the distance, came the sound we all dreaded—chittering.
Farungal don't laugh like normal people, they chitter. It's a sort of clicking sound, like insect bodies rustling together, blended with an old woman's cackling. Pretty much the most creepy fucking sound ever, and it always accompanied their attacks. Yep, they laughed while they slaughtered people. Another roaring came next, followed by bursts of light. The camp exploded under some kind of magical attack. It couldn't be magic like the Fae use; the Farungal don't have the ability to wave their hands and make shit happen. They had to cast spells, using tools and chants to call magic forth with serious effort. Which meant that they'd been crafting a lot of spells lately. And Farungal only craft one kind of spell—death.
“Get to the south side of camp,” the Leopard Lord growled at his knights—the Leopard Guard, not his playthings.
The Leopard Guard answered to no one but their warlord, and none of them held a rank in the army. They were simply his knights, charged with doing whatever the fuck he told him to, but their main purpose was to protect him. And they didn't like the idea of leaving him during an attack.
“Go!” the Leopard Lord shouted and pointed. “Help our soldiers! Gather the others and get them there; that's the human section of camp! They won't be able to hold them off alone. Go!”
I'd give him this much, for all his hedonism, when it came down to battle, the Leopard Lord had honor and skill.
The Leopards ran toward the worst of the fires. Screams carried over to us, and I was pretty sure they were human. I was about to head in the same direction, my hand already going to my sword hilt, when I saw an incoming light. It glowed sickly green, and I knew it was more than a fireball.
Of course, it was headed right for the Leopard Lord, and that damn nympho was too busy giving orders to notice it. I shouted and dove for him, knocking him out of the way just in time. Except I hadn't expected to land directly in the path of that falling Farungal spell. It hit my back, and I screamed. Green fire raced over my body. I rolled to put it out, but it only seemed to get worse, sinking into my flesh. Into my bones. I heard a deep voice cry out in denial. Movement in the corner of my eye. Then water gathered on my skin, summoned from the very air. The fire continued to burn. I whimpered as I opened my eyes. The Leopard Lord was leaning over me, his stare full of horror.
“Kill me,” I groaned.
The horror in his eyes grew. “No, Captain, I will not.”
My warlord's hand swept over my body, just above my skin. I looked down, shocked