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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 11 - Dissension
It had been two days…two days too long, if Cheetara had anything to say about it. She had heard nothing from Tygra during that time, and though it was to be expected given the circumstances, she was now more eager than ever to see him.
She needed to confront him with what Tessa had said. It bothered her still, and she felt her heart would be less burdened if she could just hear Tygra clarify what was going on.
Tessa had said nothing else after her cryptic words that day in the baths. The two females had hardly crossed paths, both avoiding each other and the awkwardness that would inevitably ensue should they speak.
Cheetara found herself bouncing from one emotion to another. She felt hurt that Tessa could be so cruel with her despite their former friendship, and that Tygra had not told her about whatever had occurred between them.
She then rationalized that it was not her place to be angry, that if indeed Tygra had involved himself with Tessa, it had been prior to his dealings with herself, and therefore not her concern.
Then there was the anger.
Aside from the situation with her fellow Cleric, Tygra had marked her, had wordlessly stated his possession on her for any cat with eyes to see.
Her relationship with him, one that should have been private, was now common knowledge. Her disgrace was likely, her awkwardness abundant.
And Tygra was to blame.
His masculine need to claim her, to keep other males from making advances on her, was both silly and unnecessary. She was a Cleric after all. Though sexual activity was not forbidden, all were in tacit agreement that such behavior within the Hall was expressly frowned upon.
Cheetara had learned that Clerics could even have relationships, so long as such affairs did not interfere with their duty to the crown. But none occurred with such impunity as to leave marks on one another!
Perhaps Tygra thought it his royal right to assert himself, she mused.
But…why? What male would Cheetara encounter when she spent the majority of her time either in the Hall or out on assignment? More importantly, what male could possibly move her to dismiss her feelings for Tygra?
She loved him, had told him so as well as shown him. Did he not trust me?
She continued to fume on this, distressed to the point that she finally took up pen to parchment. She scrawled a quick note to Tygra, sealing it before dispatching Talli, the young Initiate, to the palace to deliver it.
She then left, hoping the urgency in her words would draw the tiger out of the castle to the place she had specified. She had a request to make of a special friend.
                                                            ~~~o0o~~~
Talli hurried along, excited and honored to have been chosen for such an important task. If her Mentor’s demeanor was any indication, this was an assignment she could not afford to fail.
As she rounded the corner that would take her to the vestibule and exit, she collided hard with an object that had to have been someone. For a moment, the lynx thought she had hit a wall.
When she opened her eyes, her gaze rested on the face of none other than Tessa.
Talli admired the tigress, but was wary of her. There was always something…unpredictable about her, like something was always there, brewing beneath the surface of her smiles. It gave Talli a bad feeling, like sinister things could happen when Tessa was involved.
Tessa grabbed her elbow to keep her from falling.
“Good morning, Mentor, and apologies for my clumsiness.” Talli regained her posture, thankful when Tessa stopped touching her. She made to move around but was stopped when she spoke.
“Hello, Talli.” Tessa drawled, noting the younger Cleric’s nervousness. “Seeing you here is unexpected. Visiting the cheetah, I presume?”
Cleric initiates were usually allowed where their seniors resided only when accompanied by one of the residents. Talli had been told to follow Cheetara when she happened upon her out in the courtyard.
Now she was alone, and subject to chastisement from her elders.
“M-mentor, I was told to come, so I could be given something to deliver to the palace,” she stuttered, growing more uneasy under the tigress’ gaze.
The child had no idea what she was revealing and to whom.
“Is that right?” Tessa said, eyes narrowing. “Well, I have an idea. I am sure you have your own duties to attend to. Why don’t you hand that to me, and I’ll deliver it.”
She reached a hand towards Talli, obviously expecting no argument from her. Talli was at a loss, torn between her loyalty to Cheetara and her fear of Tessa.
Her Mentor had entrusted her to do this! Talli couldn’t just hand over something so important. But…standing with the tigress looming over her, her hand, her claws, still outstretched…
I am sorry, Cheetara, Talli despaired to herself as she relinquished the precious parcel to an increasingly impatient Tessa.
“Thank you,” Tessa said, enfolding the letter in her hand, her face turning cold. “You’re dismissed.” Not even sparing a glance at the lynx, she left the way she came, intent on making sure the message was delivered.
The edges of her lips lifted as she walked. She had a date with a tiger.
                                                            ~~~o0o~~~
Tygra was in the kitchens, searching for a snack for the afternoon. He didn’t want to bother the cook with anything major, as she tended to go over the top for the smallest requests. All he needed was a snack to tide him over until dinner.
That was how the messenger found him, as he was leaving with his arms full of food.
“Your Highness,” said the cub. “Someone is here to speak with you.”
Tygra’s brow furrowed, annoyed with having unexpected visitors when he was hungry. “I am not expecting anyone,” he replied grumpily. “And I am busy. Tell them to make an appointment like everyone else.”
He made to continue down the hall but was stopped by the messenger’s next words. “She’s a Cleric, by the looks of her, Highness.”
Tygra spun on his heel, handing the snacks to the boy. “Where is she?” he asked eagerly, a smile lighting his features.
“She is in the library, Highness,” the boy answered, barely able to utter the words before Tygra left him. The youth watched him go, mouth full of food, an amused grin lighting his face.
He knew of his prince’s frustrations, as much as he tried to conceal them. Perhaps the visitor was a lady friend who would make him happy. The messenger boy had received nothing but kindness from Tygra, so he wished him that at least.
He deserves to be happy in something, the cub thought.
Tygra’s legs moved him quickly to the library, which was often the site of less formal visits. He was so excited Cheetara had decided to visit him! She was probably as miserable as I was.
He arrived at the door, taking a deep breath of composure as his hand clutched the door knob. As he entered, he closed and locked the door behind him, just in case privacy was in order (as it most likely would be).
Funny…he had not noticed her scent anywhere on the way here, nor was it within the library. If she was here, where was she?
As far as he could tell, the library was empty.
He walked further in, thinking maybe she was hiding from him in jest, but was still uneasy about not smelling her.
So focused was he on Cheetara’s scent, or lack thereof, that it wasn’t until the figure was right near him that Tygra noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. As he turned, he saw that, instead of the beautiful russet orange eyes of his beloved, he was met with flashing blue ones instead.
“Tessa..?” he blurted, but she was already on him, her arms slipping around the other tiger, bringing her mouth to the side of his neck. Her claws sifted through his hair, scratching along his scalp.
Her tongue made delightful circles along his throat, her lips caressing him just the way she remembered he liked.
Unwilling arousal shot through Tygra, and he grabbed her arms, ripping her from him.
“Unhand me,” he growled, his eyes piercing her with a stare full of hostility. “How dare you invite yourself here?” He walked towards one of the desks, extremely disappointed.
Placing some distance between them, he turned back to the tigress. “What is it you want, Tessa?”
Tessa smiled, loving the sound of her name on his lips, but still annoyed at his rejection. “What a cold reception from someone who used to enjoy my company so thoroughly,” she sniped.
Tygra was not moved. “The key words here being, used to,” he said. What we had is past. Now, if there is nothing else…” He motioned for her to leave.
“Oh, but there is,” Tessa remarked. “I have a little message from the cheetah.” She held the letter between two of her fingers, dangling it precariously in her claws.
“Give it to me,” Tygra commanded. He was still her prince. She would obey him.
Tessa smirked at him. “Come and get it, Highness.”
She heard the growl that emanated from him, knowing that he was tiring of her playing. She once heard him growl for other reasons, and it was not lost on her now.
“Just what is it you see in her, Tygra?” She was genuinely curious. “How can you value her so much when you could still be with me?” She awaited his answer, her questioning eyes never leaving his.
“I don’t know that that’s any of your business, Tessa. Now, do as I say and give me the message! I do not have time to fool with you.”
“Funny, that,” she sneered, her voice rising in affront. “I remember when you would always make time for me. But then you threw me away like I was trash!” She ended her words with a snarl, and Tygra was afraid they would be heard.
“Lower your voice,” he said. “You know that was not what happened. Give me my letter, and leave. I have no desire to discuss past mistakes.”
“Mistakes?!” She nearly shrieked. “How can you say that?! I loved you, Tygra! And now, you…” She paused indignantly. Her features darkened, voice rising to frenzied levels. “You shove me aside for that puny, cheetah whore!”
Tygra’s glare was icy, devoid of emotions or anything he may have felt for her. “You will never refer to her as such again,” he muttered, his voice deadly quiet. “Do you understand me? What we had is done, and it was through your actions that it ended. You know that.”
He walked towards her, extending his hand. “I have moved on, Tessa. I think it’s high time you did so as well. Now, hand me my letter.” His features softened slightly. “Please,” he added. He was not without pity for Tessa, but he’d had quite enough.
Tessa looked close to tears, sensing her arguments were getting her nowhere. “But we are both tigers,” she pleaded lamely. “Why should a superior cat like you settle for such a street rat? She doesn’t even know who her parents are.”
“Your skill for observation is so astute, Tessa,” Tygra responded sarcastically. “Seeing as how I’m the only royal with stripes, I’d say Cheetara and I have something in common on that front. Now, I’m done talking. Hand me my letter and leave. I won’t ask you again.”
Tessa did as she was told. She no longer had the energy to argue with him. Moving toward the door, she turned to look at the prince one last time. He was already intent on the letter, his back turned away from her.
He dismisses me that easily, she thought, her bitterness resurfacing. She didn’t understand. How could he bear to look at Cheetara when he could have her any time he wanted?
What hold did she have on the prince? It was unbelievable. Stalking towards the palace gates, Tessa resolved to find out.
                                                                        ~~~o0o~~~
Tygra tore open the letter and began reading before it was fully unrolled. To Tessa’s credit, she at least had not broken the seal. Surely Cheetara had not sent her of all cats..?
He still couldn’t believe Tessa’s audacity in coming to the palace to meet specifically with him. She should have known her tactics would yield her nothing, especially now.
His mind snapped to the words in the letter, his eyebrows descending as he read:
Tygra:
I desperately need to see you, as soon as possible. It is an urgent matter and cannot be delayed any longer. I have something I really need to discuss with you, something that has bothered me for the last couple of days. Please meet me in the infirmary. The healer within will know where to send you. Do not worry; she can be trusted. I will be there this afternoon, after practice is over. Please come. Let me reiterate that this is very important.
Cheetara
Tygra’s brow furrowed at the coldness of the letter. He pondered what could be bothering her so. Given the scene that just occurred, he had a feeling Tessa was involved.
He sighed, resigned to the drama he knew was coming. He wanted to get all this out of the way so he could just love Cheetara. That’s all he wanted, for the rest of the world to just leave them alone.
For the first time since his adult like, Tygra regretted his former ways. He had been a ravenous, heartless pursuer of the females at court, choosing who he wanted, bedding them, and moving on.
The sex had been mutual, of course, each conquest eager for his attention. He had discovered early in his adolescence that most of the prim and prudish ladies at court were everything but. It had been all too easy to indulge his newly-discovered appetites.
Tygra had enjoyed himself immensely.
Though it had been very pleasurable, in retrospect, it had also been a very empty lifestyle. He had had more than enough chances to mate one of the females, had been encouraged to in fact, but he had never felt the need to. No female had worn his mark.
Until Cheetara.
After their first meeting, her training had taken her out of his sight for so long he had nearly given up hope of seeing her again. When she had appeared at a ball one night, a newly-made Cleric, he had been smitten by her all over again.
Now those rakish days were haunting him, threatening to unravel the only true love he’d ever had. He hoped to explain everything, if Tessa were indeed what this was about.
He left quickly, heading to the appointed place, his mind running rampant with what he would face when he arrived there.
~~~o0o~~~
Cheetara sat quietly, trying her best not to fidget. She turned to look out the infirmary window for what felt like the 100^th time. Her chagrin was palpable when she saw no one approaching.
“He will come, child,” Ona told her gently. “I am sure your message arrived, and he will come in haste.” The healer was concerned her friend would worry herself sick.
When the Cleric had come to her asking to use her storage room for a secret meeting with the prince of all cats, the old leopard had been quite beside herself. After everything was explained to her, they had sat down to wait.
Ona had sent her stock boy home and had assured Cheetara that they would have complete privacy here. She would station herself outside on one of the benches, where she would intercept anyone attempting to access her services.
Now they yet waited, and Cheetara looked no better than she had when she had come, her eyes bright with emotion and desperation.   She had never remembered herself being such an emotional type.
That’s love for you, she thought, dejected. Before all this, she was disciplined, balanced, and had peace of mind. Now, she was a wreck! She swore that if Tygra did not come, she would march to the palace herself and make him meet with her.
She wanted to know what the hell was going on, and she would know today!
“There! I told you he would come,” Ona chirped as Cheetara nearly fell over jumping to her feet.
Sure enough, Tygra was approaching, walking with quick, purposeful steps up the walkway leading to the building. He looked around, searching for her, and Ona rose from her seat.
“I will be outside, child. Please call if you need me.” With that, the snow leopard walked outside, bowing slightly to the prince and directing him inside.
Tygra nodded, opening the door and shutting it behind him. Cheetara was already in the storage room. “I am here,” she called.
He walked in, noting her tense shoulders and defensive posture. “I came as quickly as I could. What’s wrong, Che? Your letter was disturbing. I thought something had happened to you.”
“It did,” she said. “I was cornered in the baths that night we met in the gazebo. By Tessa, who not only said she had seen us part ways after the cave, but also alluded to some sort of past between you two. What is she talking about, Tygra?”
Tygra averted his eyes, trying to choose his words carefully. Damn Tessa for this! He decided to tell her the whole story. Leaning against the doorway, he began.
“Tessa and I do have a history. It happened a few years ago, back when I was…different.” He looked at Cheetara, noting her astonished expression.
“She and I met at an award ceremony for one of my father’s generals. The Clerics were in attendance, and she caught my eye. It started as flirtation, nothing serious. She didn’t even react at first. But she caught me alone that night and communicated her interest in me as well.”
He took a few steps toward her. “Che, I was young, stupid, and I didn’t expect anything more than sex from it, didn’t want anything more than that.”
Cheetara gazed steadily upon him. “But something more came of it.” It was more a statement than a question.
Tygra nodded, “Yes. The more time I spent with her, the more we seemed to connect. I felt like we had so much in common.” His stare became unfocused as he was immersed in the past.
“For the first time ever, it became more than just sexual for me. I could talk to her about anything, from my frustration about losing the monarchy, to my curiosity about my real parents. She seemed to understand…like no one else did.”
“You loved her,” Cheetara said in an odd tone.
Tygra’s eyes returned to her. “At the time, I thought I did. I even approached my father about her, asking if a Cleric was allowed to mate. He agreed with the union. She was noble born after all, and of course, we are both tigers. It just made sense.”
Tygra pressed his fingers to his eyes for a moment, thinking on how he had almost made the biggest mistake of his life.
“By thunder, I almost marked her. That’s how much I felt for Tessa. She and I would have most likely have been mated, living in the palace today had it not been…” He stopped a moment as old wounds were re-opened.
“…had it not been for her betrayal with a former friend of mine. Hadrian was my best friend who became a captain in my father’s army. We had played together as cubs, and had struck a close bond.
“He was there with me when I met Tessa, had pointed out how beautiful she was.” He scoffed, remembering how enthusiastic Hadrian had been, the lion seemingly intent on setting up his friend with the beautiful Cleric.
He shook his head. “I won’t bore you with the details, but let’s just say that, despite her beautiful and ‘heartfelt’ words, I eventually discovered that Tessa and Hadrian had been seeing each other in secret. I’m not talking short term either. They had started seeing each other not too long after she and I had gotten together. It had been a year before I discovered them.”
He moved a few paces absently, fingering a few medical items as he passed. “I found out about them when I returned early from a training session with General Lynx-O. I had done well, and was given the option of having a sword forged just for me, a token for my prowess. I rushed to tell Tessa. After all, who better to celebrate my victory with than the one I loved, right?”
He laughed bitterly. “Imagine my surprise when I caught her and Hadrian in a compromising position in the gardens outside of your Hall. That was the place she would usually meet with me, and there she was…kissing him like they were old lovers reunited. Truth be told, they were in the process of disrobing each other when I startled them from their little rendezvous.
“I nearly killed Hadrian that night,” Tygra said, turning back toward Cheetara with hooded eyes. “It wasn’t about the girl. No. It wasn’t about my heart, raw and bleeding from what I had witnessed and what had apparently been going on for so long a time. No. This was about someone who had known me since cubhood, who was more a brother to me, in my eyes, than even Lion-O.
“Someone who looked me in my eyes every day knowing I trusted him, knowing he was deceiving me. This was about the principle. His betrayal hurt me more than hers ever could. So I fell on him, beating him bloody and unconscious before leaving the scene completely.”
He took a deep breath, emptying his lungs in a loud, resolute whoosh of air. His eyes were empty, as empty as they had been when he had left the two in the garden that day.
“Tessa knew better than to approach me after that. There was nothing left to say. Hadrian resigned his commission in disgrace and left Thundera. I have no idea where he is now. I had thought the matter settled and over with, until today.”
Tygra stopped talking, waiting for Cheetara’s reaction. When she was still silent he searched her face, willing her to say something, anything.
He walked over to her, grabbing her shoulders in his large hands. “I am so sorry that you had to find out this way. I would never—“
“Would never have told me? Is that what you are saying?” Cheetara was disappointed and angry. Her heart hurt for what Tygra had gone through, but she was upset that he had not warned her of this. She had been blindsided.
All this time she had been living with someone who was potentially her biggest rival. He had owed it to her to at least tell her to be wary of Tessa. Why had he kept it from her?
And then she smelled it. As Tygra pulled her into his arms, she smelled the tigress’ scent on him. Her nostrils flared, narrowing it down to his throat and the ear closest to her. How could he?!
He was explaining. “Of course that’s not what I was saying. I would never have allowed Tessa to ambush you like this, had I known how closely you worked with her. Having never seen her with you, I had figured you were in a different area from her. So I thought…”
He stopped when he felt Cheetara stiffen in his arms. He pulled back to search her face. “Che —“ His words ceased abruptly as her open hand struck his face, leaving pinpricks of pain in its wake. He let her go, stepping back as she hissed at him, her little fangs bared to him.
He’d never seen her this way, had never figured she would ever be violent with him.
“What..?” he began, but she interrupted him.
“Do you think me a fool?” Cheetara asked, her voice level and cold. “Do you think because I came to you a virgin that I would be oblivious to your games, to your lies?! You butter me up with your sweet words, with your trinkets, when it was all false!”
“What are you talking about, Cheetara?” Tygra asked incredulously. He had no idea what she was referring to. He had just told her everything to the best of his recollection, and she was accusing him of lying?
“I smell her scent all over you!” she exclaimed. “You come to meet with me, fresh from Tessa’s bed, and don’t even have the decency to wash her from you? How dare you?!”
He suddenly realized his folly, and rushed to explain himself. “Cheetara, it was Tessa who delivered your letter! She waited for me in the library and assaulted me when I entered. It was unwanted, I promise you.”
“Lies!” Cheetara screamed, blind with anger. She knew Talli would never have given her letter to Tessa! “You seem to have an affinity for Clerics, my prince.” Her tone was nasty, mocking. He had never heard her so before, and he didn’t like it.
“Come now, Che. You know it’s not like that.” He reached a placating hand toward her, but she backed further still away from him.
“Don’t call me that! I was wrong about you. I should have known, from all I had heard.” Cheetara didn’t know what she was doing. She felt herself losing control, running headlong into emotional instability, saying hateful words she knew she didn’t mean.
A voice in the back of her mind was begging her to stop, but she was unrelenting. What is wrong with me?!
“Yes. I heard all the tales of the tiger prince who couldn’t care less who he bedded. Many a female have fallen to your charms, Tygra. It would appear I am just one of a long list. I wonder how many more of my Sisters can say they’ve had you.”
Now he was becoming angry. How could she believe the gossip from all the simpering, pretentious, empty-headed cats of the court? Did their days together mean nothing to her?
His words had meant nothing to her? How could she ever believe he had lied about his devotion to her, about his love?
He rushed forward, grabbing her arms just as they came up to hit him again. Using one hand, he pinned her delicate limbs behind her back. As he pressed her against a stock table, his other hand came up to her face, creased in anger, and forced her turbulent eyes to meet his.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he asked, his voice agitated. “How could you ever doubt how I feel about you? I love you, Cheetara!”
Cheetara scoffed despite the vulnerable position she was in. “Love? Whatever, Tygra. More like lust. Why don’t you take your ‘love’ and go find Tessa with it. I don’t think she rubbed enough scent on you!”
Tygra had had enough. “Tessa?! Is that what you think, that I want her? I keep telling you to the contrary, but obviously my words are falling on deaf ears. Maybe I should show you instead, hmm?” Before she could sneer an answer, his mouth crashed down on hers, totally catching her off guard.
Her surprised gasp afforded him the opportunity to slip his tongue between her teeth, swirling around her mouth and capturing her surprised yelp. He craved the taste of her, even in her defiance, her body beginning to struggle against him.
He broke the kiss as her teeth bit down on his lip, and he tasted blood on his tongue when he drew back to look at her. It was so arousing, the pain, the blood, the female he held captive.
She was breathing hard, her pupils dilated as she glared angrily at him. The scent of her arousal filled the air, and even in the face of her denial, he could tell she still wanted him.
For him, it was no question. He had been partially erect from the moment he had seen her and saw that she had been unharmed. His body knew what it craved, and so did hers. Why deny it?
He held her fast, bringing his head down, avoiding those sharp little teeth to nip at her throat. She began to struggle in earnest, but his strength far outmatched hers, especially in this position.
He began to lick and suck on her neck, knowing it was one of her most erogenous areas. He heard her draw a shaky breath, trying to resist, and he pressed his hips forward against her.
She still made a play at resisting, trying to turn her head to thwart his access to her throat. Grasping her chin, he jerked her head to the side, exposing her to him. He took his time, teasing and nipping her, settling between her legs as he focused on the tender area just under her ear.
A moan was dragged from her throat. She did not want to react to him. She was angry with him, wanted him to leave her alone. Didn’t she?
Her body’s reaction contradicted her thoughts and would-be wishes however. She felt a tingle start between her legs, her body becoming more excited by the minute. And he knew it.
Damn you, she thought despairingly. She tried one last time to sway him to unhand her.
“Leave me alone, Tygra!” she said half-heartedly. “I don’t want to see you anymore! This was a mistake!”
With a growl, Tygra turned her around so her front was pressed to the table. He pressed himself against her backside, showing her just how aroused this exchange was making him.
Cheetara rolled her eyes, closing them in ecstasy. She could conceal her reaction now that he could not see her face. He felt so hard and thick against her, even through their garments, and she was taken with the urgent need to have him inside her.
She could feel moisture soaking her core, readying herself for him. She wished so much that he didn’t have this hold on her, that she could just cut him from her heart and mind like a cancer and be done with him.
But she was beyond that now, couldn’t help it. So it was that she submitted, going lax. Tygra took advantage, sensing the danger of being struck was over, and released her arms. Setting them on the table, Cheetara arched her back, rubbing herself along Tygra’s erection, encouraging him.
A rumble sounded low in his throat, his body instantly reacting to the contact. He was beginning to lose himself to his lustful self, and tried to be as gentle as he could. He leaned forward, running his hands along her thighs.
He placed a hand under her uniform top, palming a breast and squeezing gently. His other hand was also busy, slipping into the hem of her bottoms, eliciting a hiss from him as he felt the wetness there.
Having a new objective, he used both hands to grasp her bottoms and pull them down. She obediently stepped out of them, leaving herself open to his ravenous gaze. He knelt behind her, using his thumbs to spread her nether lips to his questing tongue.
A loud moan erupted from her as he proceeded to taste her as deeply as he could, probing her, churning his tongue inside her, turning her mind to mush. He was there for some time, tasting of her, purring his pleasure.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she sensed him moving, heard the shifting of fabric as he freed himself from his own lower garment. Then she felt the tip of him at her quivering, moist opening.
He brought his mouth to her ear, his hand grasping her hip. “I would never force you, Che,” he said, breathing heavily. “If you do not want this, tell me.”
She was silent a moment, their heated breaths comingling in the quiet of the infirmary stockroom. But Tygra was impatient. He needed clarification, now. “If you don’t want me, say it!” he ground out through clenched teeth.
“I want you,” Cheetara said softly. Of this, she could never lie.
Tygra reveled in the satisfaction of hearing her desire for him. He feigned ignorance of her saying it the first time. “Louder,” he breathed. She could hear a smile in his voice.
“I said, I want you,” Cheetara answered, irritated. “Now stop teasing me!” A second later, she felt his thick length enter her inch by inch, until he was seated completely. Both cats sucked in sharp breaths as they joined.
He had never taken her in this position before, and it was…different. He filled her from another angle this way, striking different areas inside her, causing sensations she had yet to be familiar with.
It was wonderful.
She let out a shuddering moan from his slow, deep thrusts. His arm wrapped around her torso, holding her still as he made her feel every inch of him as he surged forward over and over, pulling her into each thrust. She felt her claws digging into the table, her teeth biting her lip as she tried not to cry out.
She knew Ona was still outside, and she was embarrassed enough at it was without the healer knowing exactly how far their conversation had degenerated. She only hoped they didn’t ruin the stockroom. Already several objects had fallen off the table as the force and speed of Tygra’s thrusting increased.
Oh, God…yes…
It felt incredible. She could feel him nearly bumping her womb, his girth stroking a spot that brought exquisite pleasure all the way from her nerve endings to the tips of her toes. It was amazing.
When he reached around her thigh to tickle her swollen nub, she nearly screamed. The pleasure was so intense! And then she was coming, her vaginal walls tightening around Tygra as the waves started.
Cheetara threw her head back, screaming brokenly between gasps as her body jerked. He groaned, feeling her grow tighter still. She was yet coming when he pulled out, turned her back around to face him, and perched her on the edge of the table, re-entering her roughly.
                                                                        ~~~o0o~~~
Ona was sitting outside, relieved that there had been no patients to see her while Cheetara was there when she heard the Cleric scream. The healer stood up, alarmed, and made her way to the infirmary.
Surely the prince wouldn’t hurt her..? She had never heard that Tygra was cruel. In fact, he was a favorite among the people. She opened the door and started to step through, when she realized Cheetara’s screams weren’t of the type that warranted concern.
In fact, they were quite the opposite.
Her face the same shade as freshly cut beets, Ona shut the door as softly as possible. I need a vacation, she thought.
                                                                        ~~~o0o~~~
Cheetara lay back atop the table, her hands holding the edge to steady herself against Tygra's heavy pushes. Lusty breaths drawn through clenched teeth filled the room as they bathed in each other.
He had changed positions, because he wanted to see her face, see her eyes clouded and fluttering closed, her body jolting with each thrust, see the pink flush that always appeared across her chest and cheeks, and feel her legs grasp his hips tightly as he plunged into her again and again.
He looked down and watched himself disappear into her sweet cavern over, and over, and over…watched her drenching his length each time…
Mine…
He bent forward, his head alongside her neck as he kept thrusting, grunting words into her ear. He spoke while he was still able to utter coherent words.
“You were made for me, Che. Your flesh is molded to me, shaped for me.   We are mated, you and I, official or not. You can’t leave me. I won’t allow it.”
He lost himself in her, grasping her in his teeth while his hips continued to piston against her. At long last, he started to come. His orgasm hit him hard, and he thrust erratically as he uttered a harsh snarl of release, staggered by the power of it.
Cheetara felt him twitching within her, spurting his thick seed inside as he continued absently sinking himself into her. She was in a trance, feeling him pulsing, filling her with his essence.   It had been delightful, as usual. He always knew how to make her feel good, her body bending to his will and exploding with his touch.
As her wits began to come back to her, she noticed he was licking her again, cleaning the wound on her neck, the mark.
The mark! Her eyes widened when she realized what he’d done…again.
“Damn you, Tygra!” she yelled, hissing again at him, making him jump back as though he’d been burned. The mood was effectively broken.
Her hand reached to the spot, her fingers bringing back a smear of blood on them. “I can’t believe you did it again, bastard!”
Tygra was still recovering from his release. “What..? What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?!” Cheetara was livid. She gestured. “You put this on me again! Everyone will see, probably already have seen, even Jaga! Do you have any idea how humiliating this is, to have Tessa of all people point out that I now wear your mating mark?”
She stared at Tygra, upset at his silence. He looked like a child being scolded for something unfair. “Why did you do this? Did you think I would sleep with someone else, that I was like Tessa?”
More silence. His face darkened, the effects of the past few moments wearing off.
“Answer me!“ she yelled. “Why would you do this?”
When he finally spoke, it was calm and matter-of-fact. “Because, you are mine. I told you. We are mated now, and I need other males to see that you are unavailable. I won’t have another infiltrator in my midst, Cheetara. Never again.”
“Then you are saying that you don’t trust me. You think I’m like her.” She bent over, pulling her leggings back up her legs. “No matter, I won’t try to convince you if you are determined to believe otherwise.”
“I know you’re not like her, Che,” Tygra said, his tone softening. “It is others I don’t trust.”
“There have been no others, Tygra.” She was so tired. “Just leave me alone. We are not mated, regardless of what you say. There has been no ceremony, no vows, nothing. I am my own cat.”
Tygra smirked as he fixed his own garments. “I’ll let you keep believing that. You may say what you want, but your body knows who I am.”
Cheetara was infuriated with him and his possessive attitude. “Just go Tygra. I-I don’t want to see you again.”
His smile vanished, his confidence not far behind. Surely she was not serious? He approached her, laying a hand on her arm.
“I said leave me!” she shouted. “You’ve done enough.”
Tygra felt himself becoming angry again, but decided he had had enough drama for one day. They would have another chance to talk soon. And they would talk, he vowed.
He turned away, preparing to leave the infirmary. “If you want time, I will give you time,” he called over his shoulder. “Just know that I won’t wait forever. You are mine, Cheetara, always.” With that, he strode out the door.
Cheetara felt the water come to her eyes, and sat down against the table, wondering how her life could have changed so drastically in such a short amount of time. There had been peace, even when she had loved him from afar.
Now…she was sitting down in despair in a storage room where she had just succumbed yet again to a prince she loved, but knew not what future could be had with him.
Damn you, Tygra. Damn you!
She covered her face with her hands, hating and missing him all at the same time. How could she show herself at the Hall, smelling of sin, and with this fresh wound on her where all could see? How?
She felt a hand at her back and looked up to find Ona staring sympathetically at her, her gentle, gray-green shining with empathy and solace.
It was too much. Cheetara began sobbing, and the snow leopard gathered her to her bosom, stroking her hair and rocking her gently.
“What is happening, Ona?” Cheetara sobbed. “Everything is falling apart, and I have no control whatsoever. My life is spinning out of control!”
“It will be alright, my dear,” Ona said, wiping her tears. “It would not be love if it did not cause chaos. All will be fine, I promise. These things have a way of working themselves out.”
Sniffing, Cheetara clung to the healer, daring to hope her words stood true.
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