The Warlord's Kitten (Futa on "male")

Story by Certeiss

Lin'qa is the first daughter of house Talla (no matter how much her family insists she's their son). On a diplomatic mission to the city of Lek she catches the attention of Orcish kidnappers, and her first trip to Orcish territory ends up being... not her first choice.

Futa on "male", BDSM, non-con, petplay, watersports.

NOTE: Remember kids, Q makes a hard, short "kuh" sound. Her name isn't pronounced Lin "kwah" ;D

Chapter 1 Lin’qa glowered at the city as their airship soared over the tops of the buildings on its way to the docks. She stared gloomily at what was to be her new home. Lek, the city of gateways, where species and empires from multiple different planes of existence congregated, and argued about politics and trade deals. Her mother had been assigned as a member of the Rakshasa embassy, and apparently she didn’t have any staff she trusted more than her own daughter. Lin’qa was positive that her father just wanted her out of the manor.

She wrinkled her nose. The Astral Plane stank of soot, she hated it here. She’d much rather have stayed at their family’s estate, or maybe even gone to the Prime Material plane. The PriMat had some beautiful scenery, and the last time she’d had some food from there, it had been superb.

“Bigger than you thought, huh?” her mother came up behind her and placed her hand on Lin’qa’s shoulder, making her feline ears twitch in agitation. She hated that reactive tick of hers. Made it so obvious when she was mad.

“I’m going to like it or I’m going to hate it. Stop thinking you can convince me to be fond of this place, mother,” she replied, squirming and twisting around until her mother’s hand came free from her shoulder. She gave her mother a cross look that was just subtle enough to imply her mood without being openly mean.

“Stop being such a brat, son, we’re in the public eye now,” Her mother placed her hands on her hips. “This isn’t home where people will overlook your eccentricities because you belong to a wealthy family.”

“Son…” she muttered darkly, averting her gaze and looking out over the city. They weren’t even on the same plane of existence anymore, it wouldn’t have been hard for her mother to introduce her as her daughter, but no, she couldn’t even do that. Most people thought that Rakshasa boys were girls at first glance, anyway.

“Lady Talvizsa, we’re docking soon, looks like the welcoming committee is already here to see you,” One of their attendants interrupted their conversation, oblivious to the tension in the air.

“This conversation is not over, Lin’qa,” her mother warned her, as she headed into the interior of the ship, leaving Lin’qa to watch the approach. The city’s airship docks were huge, and people from all walks of life scuttled around, moving cargo and fixing equipment. Their dock was more of an open patch of stone with some walls around it for privacy, and pieces of equipment for maintenance. The ship touched down with a thud. Lin’qa’s grasp on the handrail tightened to keep herself upright at the jolt. She’d ridden on airships before, she knew how to keep her footing. She watched her mother and the staff go out and meet the delegation, mostly humans with a few orcs and astral elves. The humans were probably residents of Lek. Representatives from the two different human empires that had presence in Lek weren’t likely to come greet a Rakshasa noblewoman. Lin’qa sighed and decided she’d better head on after her mother. She’d be in hotter water than normal if a staff member had to be sent after her.

She caught up to her mother and the staff as the welcoming party dispersed. Her gaze lingered briefly on the orc technicians. They were… big. Tall, and muscular, they were just so… PriMat. So indicative of the entire plane, at least to her. These humans and Astral elves reminded her of home. They were all attuned to magic, intellectual, aristocratic. The orcs were… quite the opposite. Her fleeting interest in them passed as soon as they passed out of sight, and she sighed and walked up beside her mother, who was chatting with an astral elf who looked terribly important.

“Your daughter is joining us at last, Lady Talvisza,” The man gave her a warm smile.

“My son. This is Adjutant Hoss, he oversees Lek’s security. Adjutant, this is my son, Lin’qa.” She corrected the man before Lin’qa could speak up and agree

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