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Comfort & Possession	By : Philliwolf52 Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 2808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10 - Envidia
Cheetara finished her daily practice session for the Clerical exhibition with relief. The routines were usually unchallenging for someone of her level, but they seemed to have taken a toll on her this day. She sat down exhaustedly on a bench in the shade, sipping water from her canteen.
The weather was still rather warm, even with autumn approaching. She turned her gaze across the field as Tessa went over her routines. The tigress was a wonder to watch, her acrobatic movements deceptively graceful for one so heavily muscled as she.
Her golden brown stripes gleamed against the shining white background along her arms and legs. Cheetara thought her one of the most beautiful cats she’d ever laid eyes on, though she’d never actually told her this.
Tessa completed the exercise and sat down at another bench situated a distance away from Cheetara.
She frowned. Tessa had been acting odd of late, and she wondered at what could possibly be bothering her friend. It had been over a week since she’d returned, and Tessa had hardly spoken with or associated with her at all.
They had been friends for such a long time. Surely it was not something too serious..?
She decided to find out, rising from the bench, heading in Tessa’s direction. The tigress noticed her approach and called out to another Cleric, attempting to initiate another drill with them.
Cheetara would have none of it. She was tired of the foolishness. “Hold it, Tessa. I would speak with you.” Tessa stopped, her shoulders tensing.
“How may I help you, Cheetara?” she asked in a peeved tone, turning towards her fellow Cleric. She was obviously displeased at the interruption. She leveled cerulean eyes on Cheetara’s face, waiting.
“What’s going on, Tess? Why have you been avoiding me? Have I done something to offend you?” Cheetara asked, hurt by the rejection she saw on Tessa’s face.
Tessa looked toward her feet, seemingly ashamed of herself. “It’s nothing. I just wanted some time to myself for a bit is all. I’m a little stressed with everything that’s going on.” She looked up again, her face carefully blank. “We’ll talk soon, I promise.”
Cheetara nodded resignedly, and Tessa went on about her business. Of course the excuse was complete bullshit, but she would give Tessa her space, for now. She had other things to contend with, like the fact that she hadn’t yet heard from Tygra in the time they’d been back.
She understood of course, as the days leading up to the event were drawing to a close. He probably hasn’t been able to get away. But she still missed him so.
Her dreams had been haunted by his face and the events in the cave and by the lake. She had found herself thinking about sex so much it was beginning to become a distraction from her increasingly tedious schedule.
It was unhealthy, not to mention detrimental, for a Cleric to think on these things this much. So Cheetara had tried to occupy her time so her mind would not wonder idly and cause itches that would not be scratched any time soon.
She had assisted Jaga whenever she was not practicing and had even stopped by the infirmary to visit with Ona, the healer who had helped her all that time ago.
Of course, her main reason for being on the palace grounds outside of practice was to see if she could catch a glimpse of Tygra or perchance run into him.
She was unlucky in this, of course. But Ona had been fun company, regaling her with stories of her youth and giving advice about ways to avoid certain injuries during her routines. She genuinely liked the snow leopard, and her affections were returned.
Ona doted over Cheetara like the mother she had never known, making sure all was well with her. Cheetara informed her that, aside from a little exhaustion, all was well. Her shoulder had long healed, so it had been purely a social call.
The two cats had talked for the better part of two hours, after which the Cleric had returned home, disappointed at not seeing her lover, but encouraged by her interaction with Ona. She truly saw a friend in her, which was a relief given Tessa’s behavior.
Unfortunately, her schedule was now free for the evening, and she dreaded where her mind would take her with nothing to occupy it. So she started to wander indolently around the halls, hoping she would trip and fall over an odd job or some other diversion.
Before she knew it, Cheetara found herself on the balcony where she and Tygra had planned their time in the cave. So many memories came to mind just from being here. She suddenly found herself missing him so wholly, she felt the burn of tears in her eyes.
“Ms. Cheetara,” said a soft voice from her rear. She quickly composed herself, wiping her eyes and breathing deeply before turning.
A young Cleric initiate named Talli stood at the entrance to the balcony. The young lynx had been accepted into the Order not less than three months ago, and was showing great promise.
Her uncle, Lynx-O was a revered general in the army, and had spoken very highly of his niece and her desire to join. It was refreshing to discover he had not exaggerated. In fact, Cheetara planned to make Talli her protégé someday.
She saw in Talli the young urchin she once was, and the strength she had that fateful day she climbed the steps to the Hall and met Jaga for the first time. It was also the day she had met him.
“Why hello, Talli,” Cheetara said, smiling. “It’s a pleasure to see you, young one. How may I help?”
“Sorry to interrupt you, Mentor,” said Talli. “I have a message that was given to me by a courier from the palace. It is for you.”
The palace?! Cheetara’s legs were moving before she could register Talli’s words. She took the rolled up parchment and broke the seal bearing the royal insignia on it with barely contained excitement.
Glancing at Talli, she stopped just long enough to dismiss her. “Thank you Talli. I will speak with you again later.”
Talli bowed her head in acknowledgement. “Have a good evening, Mentor.”   The Cleric departed, leaving Cheetara in solitude. Her heart pounding, she unrolled the letter:
My love,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. I am doing fine, just helping to make sure everything with this festival goes smoothly. It’s kept me quite busy, and I honestly cannot WAIT for it all to be over. At least then, we may spend more time together.
I miss you so much! I can scarcely go a moment without thinking of you. It’s been quite a distraction, and my father has been a little frustrated with what he calls my “spacey, misty-eyed” moments.
That being said, I don’t think I can deal with not seeing you for much longer. Every time I turn around, my mind dwells on the softness of your skin, the smell of your hair. It’s driving me insane. So, I propose a meeting.
Turns out things will be finishing up a little earlier this evening, so I will be free. I wrote this letter as soon as I knew. I know you are busy too, but if you are able, meet me at the 8^th hour in the orchard near the infirmary. You remember?
There’s a gazebo there that is secluded enough to afford us some privacy. The healers would have closed down for the night, so we’ll be all alone. I just want to see your face, hold you. Just for a little while.
If you are unable to come, I will understand. I know how busy it has been. We can always see each other should more time be freed up during these hectic days. I will await you there with hopes that you are free as well.
Regardless of if I see you tonight or not (please come!), my mind will steadily be on you.
I love you, Cheetara.
Yours always,
Tygra
Cheetara kept staring at the letter, her stomach turning somersaults and cheeks burning. He wants to see me! She was glad at not being the only one suffering and now felt fortunate that her time was free for the evening. Walking to the mirror, she checked her appearance.
She left her room in excitement, uncaring of the fact that it was only the 7^th hour. She was going to see her love, and she couldn’t get there early enough.
                                                            ~~~o0o~~~
Tygra paced in the gazebo, pessimistically hopeful that Cheetara would make an appearance. It was short notice, and it would come as no surprise to him if she was unable to make it, if she had gotten the missive at all.
The messenger boy had delivered parcels and other correspondence to the Hall of Clerics before, but he had been young. Maybe he had lost it?
What if Cheetara had not been present to receive the letter? Tygra was unsure what had happened or if she’d be able to get away. But he hoped from the bottom of his heart that he was lucky this night, and she would.
He had not lied when he said she had been a distraction. He found his mind wandering to her at the most inopportune moments, but he didn’t mind. He loved thinking of her and remembering their moments together.
Aside from having to excuse himself when his body actually reacted to his thoughts, Tygra had no problems with it at all. The thought of her improved his mood, quickened the blood in his veins.
She made him glad to be alive. Hopefully tonight, he would see her in person.
He had come early, making sure they would truly have solitude. He had already seen the healers leave, and the guards could not see him as they patrolled. All seemed to be well.
Now, he just needed her. He wandered around the gazebo, looking for her along the entrance path. Please come.
When the breeze brought a familiar scent to his nostrils, he was overjoyed. She had made it! Jubilant, and not a little mischievous, he stood behind the gazebo where flowering vines were hanging along the edge, concealing him.
Cheetara walked up the path leading to the gazebo. Her position with the Clerics gave her special clearance onto the palace grounds, but she had made sure to get past the guards unseen, just to be safe.
The location was not far from the bench where Tygra had patched her up that day. The healers were gone, if the darkness in the infirmary was any indication.
She crept toward her destination, her stomach still dancing in her belly, hoping that Tygra had not gotten sidetracked. She would not do well with disappointment tonight. Not when she was looking so forward to seeing him.
At least coming early would give her a chance to calm herself. She was so excited!
She stole up to the decorative bench within, impressed with the beauty of the area. The moon cast just enough of a ghostly light over the scene to make it that much more romantic. He’d chosen their meeting place well. Now she really hoped he would be here.
She walked around to the back of the bench and again looked herself over to make sure she was presentable, suddenly excited and nervous at the same time. She had not had time to bathe, only being able to wash up with a basin of water. She hoped she did not smell.
It was then that she felt a presence behind her just before a pair of strong arms wrapped around her midsection.
With a surprised squeak, she automatically raised one of her arms, bringing it back to elbow her assailant in the stomach. He grunted, but hung on, bringing her closer against his chest. She was about to put a heel to his unguarded toes when she caught his scent.
Cheetara stopped struggling for a moment to look down, seeing the striped arms clutching her firmly. Oops!
Thoroughly embarrassed, she relaxed in Tygra’s grasp. What a way to start a tryst, and after missing each other for so long. She tipped her head back against his shoulder as she felt him chuckle quietly against her and placed her arms atop his, suddenly content for the first time in days.
“A warrior through and through, I see,” Tygra laughed. He placed his chin over her shoulder, bringing his face into her neck. “I’ve missed you,” he sighed, suddenly serious. Nothing could have made him release her, not after he had waited so long to have her in his arms again.
Cheetara closed her eyes in pleasure, so happy to be enveloped by him again. “You are sneaky,” she said. “I had no idea you were here until the last minute. That doesn’t happen often, so savor the moment.”
“I’d rather savor you,” Tygra responded against her, breathing deeply of her scent, that of lavender with a hint of sweat. “Mmmm…you smell so good.”
Then his lips were replaced with his tongue and teeth, causing her to inhale sharply. “You taste even better.”
An arm loosened from around her waist to travel upward, his hand caressing her breast as his lips continued up her neck. He grasped her face, turning it towards his waiting mouth.
As they kissed, she was turned around so her backside was pressed against the bench and Tygra could have better access to her. His hand caressed the side of her face as his tongue worked, tasting deep of her.
His other arm wound around the small of her back, keeping her in his embrace and pressing her hips into him. Cheetara’s head was spinning as she felt his hardness through their clothing. A steady burn began to build in her core.
So many emotions and sensations pulsed through her. With a moan she wrapped her arms around him, running her hands over his back and shoulders, up into his hair.
When his hands went to her uniform, pulling at her top, his intent was clear. She opened her eyes and broke the kiss. “Tygra, we can’t do this here. Someone will see us!”
Tygra leveled half-lidded eyes at her. “Who? No one is around. The healers are gone for the night, and the guards are posted at the entrances. Even the roving guards won’t see us while we’re here.
“Everyone in the castle has retired, and the grounds are emptied of visitors. We are alone and out of sight.” He grasped her tighter, hungry eyes searching her own. “I want you.”
His voice was little more than a growl. She found it quite stimulating. He was right. They were alone, at least for now.
Reassured and emboldened, Cheetara relaxed as Tygra’s hands continued their pursuit. “We’ll have to be quiet,” she whispered. She held him close, kissing him from his ears down to his neck, feeling his skin prickle at her touch.
Her top was pushed up enough to reveal her breasts to him, and Tygra wasted no time in grasping them in his large hands, moving his head down to gingerly lick a nipple before engulfing it in his mouth, suckling heartily.
Cheetara moaned as she moved her hands down to his breeches, rubbing along his swelling erection. He growled against her breast, excited by her boldness. It always amazed him how she could go from shy to bold without warning. It kept him guessing, and he liked it.
Tygra took her from the back of the bench, traversing around it to sit with her on his lap. He continued fondling her breasts, using his hands and mouth to drive her mad.
When she was panting and breathless in his arms, he moved his hand down to her uniform bottoms. He ran his fingers past the waistband into the crotch, pressing into her vulva and the wetness therein. She could feel herself coating the fabric and his fingers with moisture.
He moved his fingers, tickling a sweet spot within her, causing her sheath to clench around them. It was almost too good, too much pleasure for her brain to process. And still, she wanted more.
It was Cheetara who broke away. She stepped back to hook her fingers into the waistband of her bottoms, pulling them down and off. She was revealed completely from the waist down, and Tygra felt his mouth water as he looked upon her.
He reached for her. “Come here,” he said harshly. His eyes were black, pupils dilated with desire and fixated on her. She found herself almost afraid of that look, of him.
She approached him slowly. When she was within arm’s reach, Tygra palmed her buttocks in his hands, bringing her forward quickly so that the apex of her thighs was level with his face.
He moved his hands around to the front of her thighs, using his thumbs to encourage her to spread her legs a bit. He took a moment to look at her, the moisture glistening on and around her swollen sex right in front of him. The musky scent of her was intoxicating.
He moved his head forward, putting his face right into her heat. Cheetara looked down, soaking up the sight of him inhaling her scent. Then he started licking her in earnest, his tongue licking a path from the bottom of her folds to the top several times before stopping to suck on her clit.
She could feel the vibration of his pleased purring against her, intensifying the sensation.
Cheetara’s mind was blown. She felt like she would fall backwards at the sensation of Tygra’s skilled mouth. Her thighs were quaking. She needed to sit soon. If she climaxed like this, she would fall to the ground in an embarrassing heap. She probably still would not care, but all the same.
Tygra seemed to sense the need that echoed his own, and stopped his assault to pull down his own pants, freeing himself. He then regained his seat and placed his hands once again on her buttocks, pulling her forward and on top of him.
He guided her over his thick shaft, stretching her as he pulled her down onto him as gently as he could manage. Cheetara moaned loudly, gasping, unable to control herself; it felt so good.
“Shhhh…” Tygra quietly shushed her. They still needed to beware of the roving guards. He wanted this to last, not be interrupted like misbehaving youths caught in the act.
She was finally seated down on him completely. They sat like that for a moment, giving her body a chance to adjust to him. Both were breathing heavily, and control was hard to come by. She could feel him throbbing within her, and knew he needed to move soon.
His hand rose to the back of her neck, leaning her forward and touching her forehead to his. “I love being inside you,” he sighed against her face. He gave a small thrust, holding her in place as she gasped. “You feel so hot, so tight and wet, so perfect for me.”
His words aroused her all the more. She shifted herself forward slightly, and Tygra gritted his teeth, trying to restrain his urge to pummel her from below.
Finally, he moved his hands lower, taking control of her hips and slowly moving her up and down. He repeated the motions, thrusting his hips upward, his movements fluid and deep.
Cheetara fastened her arms around his neck, embracing him as he worked her over his length repeatedly, his thrusts becoming more insistent and slightly faster. She tried hard to stay as quiet as she could, though her breaths were coming hard.
His mouth dipped to her breasts, suckling the pert nipples deeply. She could hardly contain herself, the pleasure hit so abruptly. Was he trying to make her cry out?
His arms wound up behind her back to grasp her shoulders, shoving her down into each thrust, and she found herself moaning despite herself. When her cries began again to rise in volume, he relinquished her breast to kiss her, stabbing his tongue deep within her eager mouth.
She moaned against him, grasping his head as his movements intensified. She felt her walls clenching around him as he plunged still deeper; her end was near. She heard him grunting and growling against her mouth, signaling his own approaching climax.
Tygra drove himself into her a few more times before he exploded, filling her with his seed. Cheetara was not far behind, her own orgasm gripping her tight, propelling her over wave after wave of pleasure.
She freed her mouth from Tygra’s, throwing her head back in a ragged gasp, her arms constricting around his head as he kissed and nipped her exposed neck. Both lovers groaned softly in the afterglow, wallowing in their mutual ecstasy.
“I love you so much,” Cheetara purred euphorically against the side of his face, kissing his cheeks and caressing his head. “And I you,” Tygra responded, his hands holding her still over him as the tremors subsided. “Forever.”
Afterward, they redressed quickly, checking to make sure they were not heard. All was clear, so they once again sat down on the bench, this time to talk quietly.
They spoke of the days since their return, and how everything was progressing on both their ends in preparation for the much-awaited festival. Tygra continued to speak with her of his plans to formally announce his intentions to mate with her to his father.
Though Cheetara was elated, she still held some apprehension about Jaga’s reaction. Tygra assured her he would speak with him as well. He had no real worries about Jaga, though he knew that the jaguar’s opinion mattered greatly to her.
To Tygra, the resolution of the issue was most dependent on the reaction and authorization of the king. That would be the challenging part.
They passed the time holding each other and talking of little things, but it was not to last. It was getting late, and they finally had to separate, lest their absences arouse suspicion.
Tygra promised to be in touch soon so they could meet again. Then, after sharing a tender kiss of farewell, neither wanting to be the first to let loose their embrace, they parted ways.
                                                                        ~~~o0o~~~
Tygra snuck back into the palace with ease, the guards nodding to him as usual. No one really troubled him about his comings and goings, thankfully. Even Lion-O had retired for the night, probably drained from all the meetings and outings he had to endure.
That was just fine with Tygra. He didn’t need his nosy younger brother in his business any more than necessary.
As he entered his room, he considered having a bath drawn, but decided against it. He wanted to sleep with the scent of Cheetara and their union around him for the night. As grungy as it seemed, it was very comforting. After all, they had made that scent together.
Someday, she would sleep by his side every night as his mate--someday soon if Tygra had any say in the matter.
He disrobed, climbing into bed wearing only a smile. He had to have Cheetara. Never in his years of sexual activity had he been so captivated with a female. Never had he been so completely satisfied.
She was perfect for him in every way, and he would have her, regardless of others’ opinions on the matter. She was made to be mine. With this thought securely in mind, Tygra drifted off to sleep.
                                                                        ~~~o0o~~~
Cheetara rushed back to the Hall of Clerics, hoping no one would take notice of her absence. Senior Clerics generally had freedom to come and go as they pleased, but were encouraged not to keep too late of hours.
She arrived without a fuss, entering the vestibule and greeting the Clerics on guard duty. She entered the baths, hoping to wash discreetly. She certainly could not roam these halls smelling of sex.
She smiled to herself as she disrobed, recalling the evening’s events. She was amazed at how Tygra’s scent still managed to stir her, even without his presence. She felt their combined fluids coating her blissfully sore thighs. Her eyes closed in recollection.
Tygra…wow.
She never thought she could feel this way for anyone. She had always imagined herself a little infatuated with him since their first meeting. Now, she was completely besotted, plagued with thoughts of them and their intimate moments more often than not.
She was really concerned at her ability to be a Cleric. She pondered this, entering the water silently. With such impure thoughts, and acts, how could she do her duty?
Surely, when she and Tygra had been together for long enough, her mind would calm. She could certainly still be a Cleric, even with a mate. Couldn’t she?
Cheetara dunked her head under the water, willing Tygra from her mind. She stayed submerged, holding her breath until her lungs burned. As she rose to the surface for a breath, she was startled to see she was no longer alone.
Tessa lounged along the edge of the bath. The tigress looked almost bored, just barely testing the surface of the scented water.
“I see you made it back,” she said with a smirk. “It was a wonder you did at all, it was getting so late. I trust you enjoyed yourself?”

Cheetera’s brow furrowed at Tessa’s words. “Not that it’s any concern of yours, but what makes you think I was not away on business?” she sputtered, annoyed at Tessa’s prying.
Tessa sneered, gesturing to her neck. “Well, judging from your mating mark, I would say it was definitely a pleasurable outing.”
Cheetara’s eyes went wide, her hands dumbly reaching up to her neck. She had no idea! Having had no experience with mating rituals, no prior lovers before, she was not aware that Tygra’s bites were of any meaning or that others would take notice.
She was suddenly very embarrassed, and very angry with Tygra. How could he expose her this way? She had another, more sobering thought. What if Jaga had noticed? She was suddenly very light-headed.
She took a deep, calming breath. Regaining her composure, she slipped from the water, heading to the towel room, and a change of clothes. Tessa followed.
“You and the prince seem very close,” she drawled, smirking at Cheetara.
The cheetah stopped in her tracks, wheeling around to pin Tessa with a glare. “How would you even know..?” She stopped speaking, knowing it was too late to lie about her relationship. The damage was already done.
Tessa smiled, and it was more a bearing of teeth than anything.
“I saw your little farewell with Prince Tygra on the day you came home.” Tessa paused, observing Cheetara’s shock with relish.
“Imagine my surprise as I was hunting in the West woods to come upon such a scene. I’m sure Jaga would be happy to know how his favorite Cleric was so happily engaged in the days he granted you leave.”
Cheetara drew back, surprised at the cat she had called friend for so long. She had no idea why she was acting this way.
If she didn’t know better, Cheetara would say Tessa sounded jealous. Why?
“What are you about, Tessa? Even if you saw what you think you saw, why would that be your concern?”
The tigress simply turned away, dismissing Cheetara as she left the room. “Why don’t you ask your lover?” she said. And then she was gone.
Cheetara was left to stare incredulously at the door through which Tessa had left. She hoped more fervently that she would see Tygra again soon.
Apparently, they had much to discuss.
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