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In His Shoes (The Rehashed Version)	By : fuukonomiko Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 6087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In His Shoes

Part 2

Be Careful What You Wish For

by Fuuko no Miko aka kenumi

1/12/12

Author notes:

I know this should've ended back on New Year's Day, but as a couple of folks have pointed out, I didn't exactly give the story closure.

Thus the revision of part one and the addition of part two.

One particular reviewer gave me a hellish idea ergo the return, of evil Tygra.

Now that it is in my head, I salivate at the thought of making him nastier than he's ever been, I'm also thinking about dishing out some fanart based on him, though my drawings I think are not quite as fanciful as my written works, or so I think.

No less hentai either. I try, but it never works.

"Oh yes."

"Please."

"More…"

He was not deaf to her cries that was for certain.

But he decided he was going to make her wait. Make her want it more. Make her beg for it.

He had woken up this morning to sound of a running bath and humming. It was still barely breaking dawn, with little rays of sunshine beginning to filter through the window. Still rubbing his eyes, he sauntered off to the source of the sound and pushed the curtains aside to reveal his lovely spouse in the enormous marble tub that filled their bathroom. It was filled with warm water, setting off steam inside the room. She was submerged in it, the water reaching to the top of her breasts. She was seated with her legs up, parted quite a ways. He had caught her with one hand on her right breast, a pinched nipple in between her fingers, and her other hand between her thighs. She didn't notice him right away and for a minute or so he was treated to the sight of her caressing herself. She fondled one breast, rubbing the nipple to its firmest, while her other hand was flicking on her pleasure spot, rubbing up and down, and from time to time she would slide a finger into her slit.

The king felt a lump in his throat, his lips parted as his breathing got a little harder.

Gods he'd love to be where her hands were.

Her eyes were closed, her head tossed back as he noted she seemed to be getting more and more excited. She bit her lip as she moaned.

"Lion-O…."

"Oh baby…"

"Mmmmph…"

LIon-O felt his drawers getting tighter.

He didn't know how long he could stand just watching her, much as he enjoyed every second of it. He was severely tempted to jump in the tub with her and give her what she wanted.

He watched her body spasm, her mouth release a silent scream as she reached her heights with her self-stimulation. When she finally opened her eyes was when he stood in front of her direct view, his eyes dark with lust, his desire more than just evident in his underwear.

A smile found itself to her lips, her breathing still a little fast from coming down her high. "I was hoping you'd catch me," she said. She closed her legs and tucked them in under her. "Liked what you saw?"

All he could do was nod in agreement.

Inside his head he cursed out Arachnor. Get him stuck in this reality where he woke up to this beautiful temptress every morning and yet not being able to stay. Then again, that was his choice. He certainly could, but could he live with the consequences?

Those thoughts were rapidly banished from his brain when her hand came up to pull him into the tub with her.

He was quite sure he beat her speed record discarding his own clothing and jumping into the water to corner her. He cupped her face in his hands and gave her a kiss so deep he was sure he cut off her breathing. She returned it with as much passion. He felt her hand behind his head, pushing his mouth more into hers as her tongue invaded his throat. He pushed his naked chest against hers, enjoying the feel of her wet breasts against his. Her nipples rubbed against him. He pressed her against the wall, his hands sliding down to her hips and moving her legs to go around his waist. It was a little tricky with all the water splashing around them but he didn't care. All he wanted was to feel her as close to him as physically possible.

Lion-O lifted her and positioned her on his lap. His hard manhood rubbed against the surface of her crotch. She wrapped her hand around him to try to guide it inside her when he caught her wrist.

"Not yet, my love." he met her lust-filled stare. "Not just yet."

He held her wrists on her sides so as to keep them from moving. He dipped his head in the valley between her breasts, lapping at the water that dripped between them. He could tell by the sounds that she was making that she wanted his rough tongue elsewhere. He smiled as he teasingly lapped on one nipple, then the other just once before going towards her neck. He stayed there, nibbling and teasing for a while before finally letting her wrist go. She tried to push his head towards her breasts, whimpering as she did.

"Lick me."

He lifted his head. "Mmmmm, maybe." he chuckled as she protested. He lifted her breasts with his hands and pushed them together. He fondled them, rubbing his thumb across the pink peaks, teasing them to hardness. He captured it then with his teeth, nibbling, licking, sucking. She pushed his head closer as she moaned in delight. Her nipples were a shade darker by the time he had lifted his head.

Lion-O took hold of the cheetah's waist and moved her up the ledge of the tub, leaned her against the wall. He teased her thighs apart. She was quivering with desire as she watched him move his eyes throughout the length of her body as though he was taking note every inch of her. The look he shot her was one of pure hunger. It made her want him more.

"I want to devour you."

"Be my guest."

He got on his knees and started on her knee. He traced a path with his lips down from there to the insides of her thighs. He skipped her aching center and moved to her other thigh moving upward. His fingers traced that same path, following his mouth. Cheetara tensed her back, annoyed that he wouldn't touch the place she wanted him to.

Damned tease.

She thrusted her hips forward to invite him, to which the lion smirked. Truth be told he himself could not wait, but he wanted to savor this encounter. He didn't know how much more time he had in this reality before returning to his.

He slid his hands towards her midsection, his fingers touching her nether lips. He rubbed on the slick folds, up and down, parting them slightly to reveal her pleasure points. Her breathing got more ragged as she became more excited. She clenched her muscles when he slid two fingers inside her. A squeal escaped from her lips when he moved his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing her swollen nub. He went about this for a while as she moved restlessly. When he finally took his fingers out, he quickly replaced it with his mouth much to her delight.

"Eat me."

He was more than happy to do so.

The lion nibbled at her slick, wet folds, inserting his tongue inside her and thrusting, simulating the act itself. She squirmed under his touch, stiffened when he bit at her swollen spot, shuddered when he swirled his tongue around her orifice. She cried as wave upon wave of pleasure invaded her being with his intimate intrusion. She could never get enough of this. Never.

"I want you, my king. Please."

"You can have all of me my love."

He lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her against the wall. He thrusted his eager manhood inside her, hard, fast and without hesitation. She yelped at his sudden movement, then followed it with a fast paced panting as he slid in and out of her tight warmth. Lion-O clenched his teeth as he excitedly slammed her with his hardness. It took ungodly restraint not to explode right away, but he wanted to wait for her. With a feral growl he climaxed, sinking his teeth into his queen's shoulder while she buried her claws on the muscles of his back.

"Lion-O…."

He had marked the junction of her neck and shoulder with his fang marks, as though branding her as his own. He felt his body go limp as he came down from his lofty trip of ecstasy. He smiled as he let them both down into the warm water, the steam had now dissipated and all that was left was a clear view of the two of them submerged in the tub.

They were silent for a while, the cheetah scooted over to the lion, while he wrapped his arms around her waist, buried his face in her soft hair.

"It makes you wonder why we only have two children." she spoke up first, laughing a little, "The way you are, we should probably have 12 by now."

He chuckled, "If we had 12 I don't think I can pull this off without one of them trying to interrupt us."

They rinsed off after and got dressed. Lion-O made arrangements to venture out to the spider kingdom to hunt down Arachnor and get this matter settled. He's still not entirely sure he wanted to return to his kingdom and his timeline, especially after experiencing what he just had. But there was always this hovering thought of the prisoner in his dungeon.

Tygra.

Not big brother Tygra, but Commander Tygra.

That they were distinctly different was a fact, but he can't seem to separate them in his head.

This world's Tygra lacked a conscience. He was ruthless, maligned and had not a drop of remorse in his body. Should he have been someone else Lion-O wouldn't even bat an eyelash in carrying out his execution.

But for one reason or another, he couldn't. When he looked at their prisoner, what he saw was his brother. He who despite their rivalry and differences, had proven his loyalty time and again. He had his back throughout their lives, not always obviously. He sighed and rubbed his eyes with the base of his palm.

Gods help me.

Tygra's execution was set for tomorrow at sunrise.

He hoped he could be back to his world before that happened, let this world's Lion-O deal with it. He truly didn't want to.

But then he looked back at the lovely wife and the adorable children who bid him goodbye as he galloped out of the gates of their kingdom towards Arachnor's palace.

"Have a good trip, Daddy."

"I wuv you, Daddy."

"Be safe, my love."

His heart wrenched. He's only known them for a short time, but he had grown greatly fond of them. Leoric and Leonidas were sweet, polite children. Mischievous, but not completely out of control. His wife of course…well that goes without saying. He'd spend every breathing minute with her if he could.

He groaned inwardly. Gods why was this so hard?

Arachnor's kingdom wasn't more than a few hours journey. Lion-O had sent a messenger in advance to notify the spider of his visit. The spider king's kingdom was a replica of the one in his world so it had been relatively easy to find. The spider king, other than a long beard, looked just the way Lion-O knew him. He received a big hug upon his arrival.

"A surprise to see you my friend." welcomed Arachnor, "A very pleasant one, of course. How may I be of service to third earth's mightiest king?"

Lion-O laughed. He wasn't sure how true that distinction was but he accepted the compliment none the less. "I wish to discuss something with you in private, if I may."

This signaled both set of bodyguards away. Arachnor led Lion-O to his study off one wing of the throne room.

When the door closed, the lion took a wrapped package from his cloak. He opened it and presented the magical ball to the other monarch.

"I appreciate everything this has shown me, my friend." he said as he placed it back in the hands of the spider. "But now, I return in to you."

The spider king eyed Lion-O thoughtfully before taking the ball. What he said surprised the lion. "I didn't lend this to you, King Lion-O. I had given this to…that is, the Lion-O of this world."

Lion-O raised a brow, "How do you know I am not the one you lent it to?"

The other king sat back on his chair and cross his human legs, his spider legs coming together in thought, "Well, the ruler of this kingdom, for one, is just a hair more, shall we say, rougher than you are. That is, you strike me as a gentler king."

Gentle wasn't a word Lion-O associated himself with, but he just nodded. "I see, is there, any other difference?"

"Yes." he replied, "You see, the reason I gave this ball to King Lion-O, well, not you, but you know what I mean, was because he was having a hard time." he stood up and walked towards the window. "Nothing to do with his family, that is, or Thundera. Because, as you did see, he has a great wife, great children, and the kingdom is the envy of everyone else, me included." he chuckled before continuing. "It's that rogue brother of his that's giving him such a headache."

"Tygra has been captured."

"I heard!" Arachnor said, "Well that should give him a little peace. The reason I had lent him this ball was for him to go to a place where he can relax a little, if only for the day. Goodness knows what turmoil he's been through with that terrorist running amok."

Lion-O almost retorted that his brother was no terrorist, but held his tongue in check. "Do you know where he is? Lion-O I mean, the other Lion-O."

The spider king scratched his head, "Well, unfortunately all I know is that he's not in this world. The ball transports you according to what your greatest desires are. It doesn't take into account what you may not like about the place its taking you to."

For Lion-O that was the desire to have his own family, and that he did have here. The only catch was having his brother be his worst enemy.

You can't have your cake and eat it too, the lion reminded himself.

"Well, if you decide you wish to go back to your original place, how do you do that?" he asked after a long silence.

"Do you?"

He wasn't quite prepared to answer that question.

The other king spoke again when Lion-O turned silent. "I am not sure what my counterpart told you about the ball, but it will allow you to stay if you wanted to, erase your memories and reset everything. However, should you decide to return to your world, you must remember you cannot undo it. You can not change your mind and return here."

Lion-O sighed. This was going to be a very hard decision.

"That you are still here, tells me that you are torn. Your desire to return is as strong as your desire to stay. Once one desire overpowers another is when you assume that reality."

He's right.

Seeing the lion's frustration, Arachnor placed a hand on his shoulder, "Lion-O, you do realize that you have a choice?"

He nodded.

"Knowing you, as well as I do…" the spider said, "Well, as much as I know Lion-O…not that there's a very big difference between every one of your alter egos….is that you will make the correct decision. That's what brought you glory unto Thundera, and that is why your kingdom flourishes as well as it does."

The study room was quiet for a certain period of time, and the lion broke the silence. "I thought you were my friend, why did you give me this magical mess?"

Arachnor smiled, not seemingly offended by the other's comment, "Because it told me so."

Lion-O was still contemplating his friend's words on his journey back to his kingdom. Now he was faced with a very difficult decision.

To stay or to go?

As he passed by the villages leading back to the castle he noticed the intense preparation of the entire kingdom. A celebration was in order once the most wanted criminal is executed and everyone was hustling and bustling in preparation for it.

Was his brother truly that diabolic?

That his death would be cause for what appears to be the biggest celebration for a kingdom?

He shuddered at the thought.

Gods, this is awful.

What was more awful was when he found out from Panthro that a handful of other rulers would be present for the ceremony. Apparently they had wanted to see this macabre ritual first hand, as the criminal set to be executed has done them as much wrong as he did Thundera, if not worse.

Lion-O visited his brother one more time, as though that would change his opinion of him. As expected Tygra mocked him, insulted him and just about spit on him when he stepped into his cell. While he had lost his composure for the time that the tiger did these, once he stepped out and walked away, the other vision of Tygra invaded his thoughts. Try as he might, he could not separate them.

I can't kill my own brother.

Damn it Lion-O, can't you come back and do this yourself?

I wanted a family, but I didn't want to be an executioner.

When he returned back to the palace, he got ran over by his two boys, excited to show daddy the new castle they had constructed out of blocks. He spent the next few hours playing with his cubs, and he just about shed tears of joy just watching them. Their play took him back to his own childhood. Memories of Tygra again. This was certainly not helping his cause.

After taking care of the preparations for the execution to be carried out the following day, Lion-O retired to his quarters. It was late and he had a long day. Pumyra and Verolena were both waiting for him in his bed, treating him to a soothing massage for his aching muscles. He had to turn the girls down when they hinted they were going to give him more than a rubdown. His wife, however, would not take no for an answer. She did most of the work by letting him relax and just lay there. He marveled at the things the cheetah could do with her mouth and her tongue. He felt a rush when she got on top of him and slid his stimulated member inside of her. He gritted his teeth as he reached his orgasm with her ministrations. She got off of him towards the end of his ejaculation and positioned her face by his manhood, catching the last of his seed with her tongue. She cleaned him up with her mouth and watching her do that almost gave him a second coming.

He was beginning to hate this world's Lion-O, as he watched his spouse cuddle up next to him and tell him how much she loved him. He gets this kind of treatment every day? More than once too!

He called his alter ego every foul name that he could think of before his lids were too heavy to keep open.

The day he came to dread greeted him with a sense of foreboding. The sun was nowhere to be found, as clouds began to hover over Thundera. Dark, storm clouds. The arena where the execution was to be carried out was packed with villagers, as well as visitors from neighboring kingdoms. Lion-O remembered going through a flurry of royalty from other kingdoms, congratulating him on his capture and looking forward to the upcoming event.

Lion-O felt like he was going to be sick, thinking how these people wanted to make a spectacle of his brother's death. He had the most difficult time trying to keep his face straight, managing a rehearsed smile as he greeted visitors. Arachnor was one of them.

"Are you going to be alright?"

Cheetara saw beyond the facade the lion had placed before him. She knew that he didn't like executions to begin with. That it was someone who used to be near and dear to him made it even more difficult. He acknowledged her with a nod, but she knew that something was brewing beyond that poker face.

When the moment came, Lion-O found himself facing an audience of several thousands in a circular arena. In the middle of it was a pit with a guillotine where their prisoner was to meet his end. He made a welcome address, acknowledging everyone and praising his army for the capture. At the end of his speech he mentioned the wheels of justice and how third earth's most wanted was going to meet his. He was greeted with resounding jubilation.

"Release the prisoner!"

The whole arena was silent with the entry of Tygra. He was wearing a black hood, as with all prisoners destined for death. He didn't crouch or try to pull away when they took him to the center of the arena. He walked with a royal air to him, proud and unshaken. Lion-O remembered that stance. Tygra was always one for regal behavior, even with the simplest of things. When he reached the wooden structure, they pulled his hood down, this was greeted a loud wave of booing and catcalls from the audience. The walls of the building shook from the anger and hostility the angry crowd bestowed upon the tiger. To all of which the tiger replied with a smirk.

"This is what I think of your stupid Thundera." Tygra bellowed, spitting on the ground and at the guillotine. This was greeted with an even louder hiss.

Defiant to the very end, Lion-O thought. That streak of pride and stubbornness seemed to carry on, regardless of what timeline he existed in.

Lion-O stepped down from the balcony going down towards the middle of the arena. Normally they had an executioner to carry out the dirty deed, but because of the importance of the prisoner, Lion-O was tasked to do this himself.

The lion was given a long black cloak himself so he didn't need to soil his regal clothing. He stepped aside and watched as they placed Tygra's hands behind his back and made him kneel on the wooden board.

He still couldn't believe he was going to do this.

Where are you Lion-O?

You can do this, I cannot.

He's my brother.

As though reading his mind, Tygra threw a stare his way. A smirk crossed his features once more.

"You look pale there, mighty king." he taunted. "The thought of killing your brother make you queasy?"

"Be silent!" Panthro who stood at the other side of the tiger, barked. "In a minute you will lose use of your vile tongue!"

Lion-O swallowed. This was proving more difficult than he had thought. He couldn't back out of this now.

"You know, you're mighty brave just standing there while I'm chained all the way up to here." Tygra challenged him. "I bet you would piss in your royal pants if it ever came down to a one on one with me."

"Shut up!" Panthro slapped the tiger with the backside of his hand. "You will not disrespect our king!"

"I disrespect anyone who doesn't earn his title!" Tygra hissed. His gaze turned to Lion-O again, "Just because you're a lion means nothing! For under all that prissy outfit of yours is one scared little kitty cat hiding behind his soldiers' coattails!" his angry voice got even louder. "I worked all my life to get what I wanted while you got everything handed to you on a silver platter you spoiled brat!"

Lion-O was silent this whole time. His gaze didn't move, didn't waver. They met the eyes of the furious tiger, as though responding to his accusations. He slowly shrugged off the black cloak and drew the sword of Omens.

"Release him, General."

Panthro's head snapped towards the lion, "Your highness?"

"I accept your challenge, Commander Tygra." Lion-O responded in a stern, matter-of-fact tone. "One on one, just you and me."

"But, your majesty!"

"If you don't release him, I will." Lion-O shot the panther a sharp gaze. "And give him a sword. We can't leave him defenseless now, can we?"

Panthro obeyed orders reluctantly and took Tygra off his chains. He took a sword from one of the other guards and threw it to the tiger who was rubbing his wrists from being released.

"Lion-O, no!"

The lion turned towards the voice of his protesting wife. He flashed a smile at her and winked, as though allaying her fears with that gesture.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Idiot then, idiot now." Tygra mocked as he picked up the sword and started charging towards Lion-O.

Lion-O ducked at the violent swing the tiger threw at him. He quickly followed this with a kick to his opponent's legs. This sent Tygra to the dirt. He rapidly got back up and jumped the king, his full weight on the sword that he held, the raw force of this pushed Lion-O to the ground, landing on his back. He was able to deflect a blow the tiger swung at him by blocking it with the sword of Omens. He rolled over to avoid another hit by his brother. Lion-O jumped to his feet and took his turn being on the offensive, charging and using his sword against that of Tygra's. His blows were effectively counteracted by his opponent, much to his chagrin.

Looks like this world's Tygra was just as good at sword fight as his brother was.

They circled each other, waiting for the other's move, breathing hard as they sized up each other.

"Kill. Kill. Kill."

The crowd started chanting, Tygra flashed a knowing smile at him before raising his sword above his head and charging full-force towards him. Lion-O sidestepped to avoid his brother but what he didn't see was that the tiger put on the brakes a foot after he passed him, made a quick turnaround and threw his body against the lion, knocking him off his feet and making him lose his sword. The sword of omens flew about five feet away. Lion-O scrambled to get on his feet but the tiger was quicker and had taken hold of it.

Tygra paused to eye the sword of omens. He raised it to his eye level while keeping an eye on the lion who didn't have a weapon in his hands.

"Ah my beauty." the tiger spoke to the sword. "Like everything else, you should've been mine." He held on to both swords, twirling them on each hand. "Well, well, guess it's not my blood that's shedding in the arena today." with that he attacked with the two swords, swinging them as he charged. Lion-O narrowly avoided his brother's attacks, and at one point one of the swords sliced his arm, making it bleed and spray all over the place.

The crowd was getting hostile, making nasty calls and comments about Tygra as the latter ignored them. His eyes were blazoned with fury as he appeared to have but one thought in his head.

Kill Lion-O.

Lion-O had never seen this darkness within his brother. Not even when they crossed swords at the astral plane. Then again he had to remind himself, this wasn't the Tygra he knew. This was this world's version of his brother. They were not the same person.

With this thought in mind, the lion blocked Tygra's attack with his arms. The blade of the crossed swords against his arms again drew blood from him, the sight of which made the tiger laugh maniacally. The latter pushed harder, and Lion-O felt the blades slowly sink into his skin.

"Ready to die, King Lion-O?" his adversary taunted.

"Die? No way. I've got a hot wife waiting in bed for me. I don't know what you've got to come home to."

Tygra squinted. A corner of his lip twitched.

The momentary change in the tiger's expression didn't miss the monarch's eye. The thought had crossed Lion-O's mind but a few seconds ago. He had wondered if this world's Tygra carried a torch for Cheetara too, and judging by the way he reacted, he most certainly did.

He had found the one thing that would faze his adversary.

With all his might, Lion-O pushed against the swords, despite the fact that they were making him bleed more, and when he got enough distance, he planted a kick against the tiger's abdomen, sending him a few feet away, dropping both swords. The lion seized the moment and made for the sword of Omens. Tygra made a grab for his own sword. The two combatants faced each other again, circling their opponent like predators on their prey.

As though on cue, the sky had gotten darker, the clouds coalescing towards the center of the arena, thunderclaps started to rumble, and the rain began to fall. The pelting of the rain didn't seem to bother the awestruck crowd as they continued to cheer on their king and jeer his opponent. The dirt that had covered the arena floor had now morphed into sticky, slippery mud.

Lion-O took the offensive on this turn, lunging at his brother with the sword of Omens. Tygra avoided the swing but had slipped at the last second and had the sword of omens graze his unscarred cheek.

"Now you've got matching scars." Lion-O commented.

Tygra wiped the blood off with the back of his paw. "I still look better than you."

They were both bleeding now, though the lion's wounds had begun to slow down trickling blood. They continued to exchange blows, the clash of metal overpowering everything else that sounded off. They took turns gaining the edge and for a while it seemed like this battle was not going to end.

"He should've just let him die on the guillotine!" One of the other kings protested. He turned to Cheetara, "Your highness why is the king risking himself for this terrorist? It is not worth it!"

Cheetara wasn't sure how to answer him. She herself was puzzled at the turn of events. She herself felt her gut wrench at the battle transpiring before her. Much as she knew how good in battle her spouse was, she did not know the extent of his adversary's repertoire.

"Be safe, my love." She mumbled. On her side, she clutched at her staff. She carried it wherever she went, even if she hasn't used it in battle in years. One never knows when one needed it. She was ready to intervene in case there was an insurmountable threat.

"This is beginning to be a bore." Tygra snarled as they clashed swords again. They were standing in the middle of the muddy arena, both covered in blood and dirt, the rain pounding mercilessly. Tygra then ran forward, taking to the air and raising his sword above his head. Lion-O posed to block it with the sword of Omens but at the last second Tygra moved his sword towards his left, striking the king's wrist and making him drop the sword of Omens. The tiger landed on the lion's chest, rapidly discarding his own sword and catching Lion-O in a stranglehold.

The crowd gasped as the king fell backward with Tygra's hands on him in a tight noose on his neck.

This was starting to be like his nightmare.

The tiger looked ominous with the stormy sky as his backdrop, his gaze was murderous, his hands closing in on his airway tightly like a vise. Tygra was straddling him with his full weight and pressing on his chest. Lion-O struggled to breathe as he felt his vision begin to darken.

"You deserve nothing!" Tygra screamed at him, "Not the kingdom! Not the sword! Not your wife!"

Lion-O struggled to reach for his sword. He felt through the mud, turning his gaze to look for it. It was but inches from his reach. He tried to scoot over but his brother's weight on him was making it difficult.

Seeing where his gaze was at, Tygra reached out for the sword of omens himself, keeping one hand on Lion-O's neck and pressing his weight more. He drew the sword upwards, aiming for the king's chest.

"Goodbye, brother."

The eye of Thundera gleamed.

A bolt of lightning. From the sky.

Lion-O couldn't have believed it had he not seen it happen before his eyes. From the heavens shot of bolt of lightning, hitting his sword and striking his brother.

The grip on his throat loosened. A ear-piercing roar. A bright flash of light.

In a heartbeat, the tiger fell off the king. Falling to the side. He wasn't moving.

The whole arena was still.

Then a thunderous roar of jubilation.

Lion-O slowly sat up, his ears deafened by the sound of joy surrounding him. He felt like he was in a haze, the rain still pounding mercilessly on his form. His gaze fixed on his brother who appeared still, his one hand still curled in the strangle hold he had him in, his other hand open with the sword of omens a few inches away from it.

The lion picked up the sword, his eyes still trained on his brother. He was in a state of shock, not realizing that his court had descended upon the arena and celebrated around him. Panthro and a few other soldiers took the tiger's unmoving form back to the gates leading to the cellblock.

"The criminal is dead!" one of the other royal guests yelled. "Long live King Lion-O! Long live Thundera!"

His chant was answered by the loud response of the arena. The cries of happiness were deafening, overpowering even the sounds of rain and thunder that surrounded them.

Only Lion-O stood still.

Cheetara was at his side, embracing him and cupping his bruised cheek with the palm of her hand.

"It's over, my love." she told him under her breath. "It's over."

The storm wasn't enough to dampen the spirits of everyone who witnessed the battle. They celebrated, even under the rain. Inside the palace the maids scurried about, helping the guests dry off and wiping the floors. There was drinking and partying and the sounds of laughter everywhere.

Only he was not celebrating with everyone else.

Lion-O had to excuse himself from the merrymaking, choosing instead to think in an isolated balcony on the other side of the castle. The medics have dressed his wounds and he had washed himself clean. His figure remained sullen, and his guests have concluded it was merely from exhaustion of his physical battle, not because of the inner turmoil that brewed inside him.

I killed my brother.

No, you didn't, he reminded himself, the sword of Omens did.

Whether it was coincidence or powers that be that enabled that bolt of lightning to hit his brother was beyond explanation. All he knew was that his brother was gone.

It's because of me.

Had he not accepted Tygra's challenge then maybe he wouldn't have gotten hit…but alternatively he could've had his life ended sooner with the guillotine.

Lion-O was reminded time and again that it wasn't his fault and that he shouldn't feel guilty. Tygra did not die by his hand.

And yet he did.

It gnawed on him endlessly.

He buried his face in his hands.

What have I gotten myself into?

Be careful of what you wish for.

He wondered if it was too late to go back. Go back to his old kingdom, where he may have been a bachelor, but at least he didn't have to face this complication. Just because he didn't have anyone there whispering sweet nothings in his ear on a daily basis didn't mean he can't have in the future, right?

He's also still young, still virile, still very capable of producing heirs even if it wasn't with the woman he wanted to be with.

No wonder the Lion-O of this world wanted an escape, even if only for a while, he needed a break.

"Are you alright?

Lion-O turned to see the cheetah but a few feet away from him, a worried look crossing her features. He nodded unconvincingly, "Just tired my love. Tired and sore."

"Would you like to retire to our quarters?"

He was going to turn her down had she been suggesting they engage in intimacies but that was not the case. She reached her open arms out to him and welcomed him in her embrace. Lion-O held her tight, allowing her to absorb his pain, if only for that time.

She felt a tear fall on her shoulder. She held him close, running her fingers through his hair. "It's okay…everything will be alright." she pulled away to look in his tear filled eyes. "Come and rest, my king. Your body and your heart need it."

They lay in their marital bed for a while, Lion O staring at the ceiling, his wife beside him, her comforting arms around him. He quietly shed tears and was glad she wasn't questioning him why he would cry over a dead terrorist. He figured somehow she understood that for all his wrongdoing, Tygra was still his brother and having him lose his life before his eyes was no easy thing to accept. Especially because he thought it was because of him.

He wondered, if his alter ego would have felt the same way.

Perhaps in a way he would. Although Lion-O thinks that the other lion would have known the extent of Tygra's crimes. He would have been a little more emotionally detached. A little less sympathetic. This world's king would probably have let him get the guillotine in the first place, not give him a chance to live by accepting a challenge and dueling.

Well, you do have everything you want now, he thought.

A kingdom and a family.

He should be making his decision to stay. After all, wasn't Tygra's presence the only thing that kept him from wanting to be here?

He's dead now.

No more guilt trips.

Right?

Wrong.

Lion-O released himself from his wife's embrace. He got up and walked over to the balcony, his vision moving to the night sky. He crossed his arms, wincing as a shot of pain went through his body. His wounds were still raw and stinging. Another reminder of the ordeal he had to go through today. He hoped they would heal soon, so as not to remind him of how he got them in the first place.

"Are you going back?"

The voice of Cheetara startled him. He thought she was asleep.

"What do you mean?"

"To your world." she replied, "Or are you staying?"

He shot her a questioning look. How did she know?

She seemed to have read his mind. "I had my doubts." she said before smiling. "After being married for seven years you would think I know my husband." She turned to the heavens before continuing. "I wondered at first because there is very little difference with you and my king, physically, emotionally. Even your scent is the same." Cheetara blushed. "You even make love the same way."

Lion-O felt his cheeks turn crimson.

Her demeanor then changed. "It was the way to reacted to Tygra that made me wonder." she paused thoughtfully. "My king would not have hesitated putting his brother to the guillotine, after…." she began to choke, "After what he's done.…"

She wiped a tear with the back of her hand. Lion-O turned to her and held her face, drying the flowing tears with his thumb.

"I'm not going to taint the memories of the brother you know by elaborating on this Tygra's deeds." She said. "Suffice it to say he got what he deserved."

The lion turned speechless. She knew that he wasn't her actual spouse, knew that he was crossing realities. Would she accept it had he decided to stay?

"If I stay, would you accept me?"

"How can I not?" she managed to smile. "You're still Lion-O, and I will always love you and stay true to you."

He drew her into his arms, holding her, and comforting her. He ran his hands through her hair, rubbed her back, planted a kiss on her forehead.

This world's Tygra apparently traumatized more than him. He didn't want to think what else he had done to his family.

Lion-O pulled back, his gaze fixated on his wife. She looked ethereal under the moonlight, the tears now ceased flowing. She smiled warmly at him.

He put his lips to hers, kissing gently, as though testing if she would still welcome him even if he wasn't her mate in this world. The parting of her lips told him yes.

As the kiss progressed, it became more wanton, more urgent. Lion-O felt a little choked knowing that she accepted him regardless. He kissed her more passionately than he previously had, pressed her body closer to his, savoring her body's warmth. She returned this with just as much enthusiasm and passion as he did.

He pulled back, sensing that if he went any further that he was going to get to the point of no return, he wanted to know if she was willing to go with him there.

She took his hand and placed above her heart, making him touch her breast. Her nipple poked through the thin layer of her dress and he felt it harden against his palm.

"What are you waiting for?" she smiled at him coyly, "An invitation?"

Lion-O picked her up and carried her through the balcony doors, gently laying her on their bed. He discarded his clothing slowly, then proceeded to peel her layers little by little, kissing every part of her body that became exposed. She lay there, unmoving, although her breathing became more ragged as he slowly undressed her. He took in all of her, as though he was seeing her for the first time, even though he was sure he knew every nook and cranny of her beautiful body. He took his time, exploring, kissing, touching her. She had her fingers through his hair as he began from the top of her head, moving slowly down her body, his lips and tongue tracing a path downwards. Cheetara moved her hands across his muscular back, taking care to be gentle on his wounds. She would feel him flinch when she grazed them and she apologized. He didn't seem to mind as much and let her touch him anyway.

The lion felt that his inner fire slowly burning, coming to a peak in his loins. As he went down on her his erection grazed her body, to which she responded with a purr of excitement. He decided he was going to savor this one with her. Enjoy every second that he could. He showered her feet and legs with tiny bites and kisses as he made his way back up. He claimed her mouth again when he got there, kissing her with such intensity, as though wanting to devour her very soul. He slid down again, this time pausing by her breasts, taking them in his hands and gently fondling them before taking the nipple in his mouth. He lapped at them hungrily before biting gently. She arched her back when he did, pushing his head to allow him to take in more of her. He slowly nibbled his way down her navel as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She pushed him away before he got to her aching center, much to the king's surprise. He knew how much she enjoyed his tongue on her and that she stopped him made him wonder. When he felt her reposition herself to take him in her mouth, he realized why. The king tensed up as he allowed his queen to take him all in, savoring the feel of her rough tongue and tight mouth around his manhood. His hands were buried in her hair, encouraging the movements her tongue were making. She released him when she sensed he was coming close and positioned herself on top of him. She gently slid him inside her aching center, squeezing with her muscles as she did. Lion-O gasped. His gaze shifted to the beautiful cat on top of him, watching her gyrate her hips, wiggle her bottom, eyes following the movement of her breasts. Her eyes were closed, her mouth partly open, her chest heaving as she whispered his name in pure bliss.

She then started rocking back and forth on top of him, holding on to his strong chest for support. Lion-O stiffened, as excited as he was watching her enjoy herself up there. Her spot of pleasure rubbed against his hardness and she was in obvious ecstasy. She gasped as he reached out to feel her bounding breasts in his hands.

"Come for me, my love." she whispered as she sensed he was trying to hold back from exploding. She gave him a strong squeeze with her muscles and he let himself go. Lion-O let out a mighty roar as he came inside her. He felt as though he was at the brink of death, reaching the highest of highs with his pleasure. He thought he might've left claw marks on her breasts when he squeezed them as he came. He felt himself sink into the mattress as he came down from his momentary trip to the heavens. His wife affectionately licked the tip of his nose when she finally got off of him to lay by his side.

"You looked so hot coming like that." she giggled in his ear as she snuggled next to him. "I love watching you have an orgasm."

Lion-O then realized she probably hasn't gotten hers.

"Sit on me."

Her eyes widened, "Say what now, my love?"

His free hand grabbed her lower cheek, "Sit on my face, my queen." he ordered. "Now."

"My, my, aren't we getting all bossy." she laughed as she crawled on top of him, crouching above his face and putting her still moist center directly above his mouth.

Lion-O could sense the excitement she was having. Her womanhood was directly above his mouth and nostrils, still swollen from his thick member being in there. He can still smell his scent on them, mixed with hers. He stuck out his tongue and tentatively dragged it across her orifice. He felt her quiver, heard her squeal. He smiled, moved his hands to cup her butt cheeks and pushed her crotch closer to his mouth. He started moving his tongue across her womanhood, as though licking leftovers from his dinner plate. He felt her move restlessly above him as he tasted her, up and down, sideways, moving in circles, from time to time inserting his tongue inside her folds. He would pause at her clitoris and nibble on it, much to her delight. It didn't take long for her to clench her muscles and explode on his face. He thought he heard her scream when she did. He happily cleaned her wetness with his tongue before letting her slide off of him and attempt to catch her breath.

He was smiling like the cat that got the canary after that episode. He was almost tempted to ask her who the better lion was but he held back. He wasn't about to compete with his other self. Lion-O is Lion-O is Lion-O. He simply turned to his wife, held her close before going to dreamland.

A loud rapping at the door made him bolt from his bed. Lion-O muttered a curse as he slid out of his bed. He grabbed a robe off the dresser before opening the door, still rubbing his eyes, trying to get focus on the figure that stood there.

Panthro.

"I apologize for the intrusion, my king." he said as he took a bow, "But something very important has transpired that you should know about."

He knew the panther wasn't going to wake him up for no reason. This rather snapped him into full consciousness. "What is it?"

"It's about Commander Tygra."

A strange, foreboding sensation found its way into Lion-O's chest. "Is he still alive?"

Panthro met his gaze, the look in them not very comforting, "Worse than that, your highness." he paused before continuing, "He has escaped."

Whiskers.

Seriously, this wasn't supposed to have a part 3.

But it will.

Damn my indecisiveness.

And damn Lion-O for making me to insert more hentai in there.

Lion *blinks*: Me? You're the one writing!

Tygra: You know I've got to admit, those scenes were hot. What would make them hotter is if I were in them.

Lion: I don't think I'd be comfortable with a menage-a-trois with you.

Tygra: Ewww…that wasn't what I was implying. Though I'm sorry I intimidate you with my manliness.

Lion: *facefault* Sure you do….

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