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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 2 - Frustration
King Claudus raised his head from speaking with one of his advisors. The festivities seemed to be going well, considering the rough start. Lion-O had finally stumbled in, out of breath and full of his usual excuses. After some awkward mumblings from the nobles in attendance everything had returned to normal. He would speak to his son about his behavior later.
Claudus sighed. Would that Lion-O could be as disciplined and dedicated as Tygra. Tygra… the king perused the dining hall. As a matter of fact, Claudus hadn’t seen him since Lion-O had made his appearance. The king faltered in his drinking as he pondered his other son’s absence. Where is he? He scanned the room with sharp eyes, but saw no sign of him. Finally, he beckoned to one of the guards standing near the throne...
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Cheetara watched Tygra as he strained to remain gentle with her. She saw his jaw tense, and his hands were now fisted at his sides. So disciplined, she thought. She wondered if the rumors that his ferocity on the battlefield extended to the bedroom were true. She felt herself shiver with anticipation as she thought of how the tiger would behave with her. Never had she felt so aroused and eager for someone. She had no real experience with males, having devoted her life to the clerics since she was very young.
But Cheetara had always felt drawn to Tygra ever since they were cubs all that time ago, when he had supported her as she had waited long hours to be accepted into the clerics by Jaga. He had buried himself inside her heart ever since, and she had secretly watched him as he grew from gangly trainee playing guard in front of the palace into the magnificent cat he was today. He was a pinnacle of control, but that side of him was already familiar to her. Now, she wanted to see his other side. She wanted to see him lose himself. And he won’t if I just stand here.
Raising herself on her toes, Cheetara closed the miniscule distance between their bodies, bringing her lips to Tygra’s neck. His eyes snapped open, then closed again in pleasure as her lips and tongue caressed him. She brought her hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him into her body. She felt a growl start to rumble up from his chest, and his hands came up to grasp her hips.
Tygra let Cheetara lead the way, for the moment. Her ministrations were inexperienced, but still caused him so much enjoyment. He could feel that his control, already tenuous, would not last long at this rate. Her lips and tongue were working on his neck, and he could feel himself growing hard and uncomfortable in his garments. Her hands slipped up behind his ears, moving his head lower still. Then she followed with her lips, sucking and licking the pointed tips. Tygra grimaced as tingles rushed down his spine. The woman was driving him mad. Enough!
Tygra seized her face and caught her with a searing kiss while switching their positions so that he was pressed against the foot of the bed. He sat down, bringing Cheetara to straddle his lap. As he continued to devour her mouth, his hands left a burning trail from her back down to her backside as he pushed her hips against his, allowing her to feel just how she was affecting him.
Moving his lips to her neck, he brought his hands up to the fancy lacings of the formal garment she had selected for the festivities, a tunic dress in copper tones that accented her firm body and coloring.
Tygra remembered being unable to take his eyes off of her when she had first appeared that night. She had been a vision, her golden hair swept into an upsweep to keep it from obscuring her face. Only Lion-O’s long-awaited appearance had finally diverted his attention from Cheetara. Her elegant hairstyle was all but ruined now, Tygra having raked his claws through the strands. Neither seemed to care however, too lost in each other to worry with it.
As he parted her dress, marveling that he hadn’t torn it altogether, Tygra gently began working it from her shoulders, revealing Cheetara’s ample breasts. The dress had been form fitting enough that she had felt no need to wear a binder beneath it. He was most thankful for the convenience, and took in the sight of her large globes complimented by tips the color of gingerbread.
Her nipples were hard as pebbles, and he felt his mouth water as admiration was once more taken over by lust. “You…are so beautiful…” he murmured darkly as he brought his mouth to her lips, kissing them briefly as his hands fondled her breasts, causing her to moan into his mouth. He kissed a trail down her neck, his tongue gliding roughly along the hollow between her collar bones, and he felt her heart begin to race and breathing pick up.
Reaching his goal, Tygra swiped a nipple with his tongue, nipping at the hard bead before taking the whole thing into his mouth, sucking Cheetara with great pulls. The sensation was so intense, she almost pulled away, but he tightened an arm around her, holding her fast, forcing her to feel the tortuous pleasure he was bringing her.   A shuddering moan escaped her, and she brought her hands to his head as he continued to work his mouth over her, switching to give the same treatment to her other breast.
Tygra suckled like a starving man, so lost in the feel and taste of Cheetara on his tongue that he hardly registered the muffled pounding at his chamber door. It sounded as though he were under water; the sound was so faint to him. He barely registered anything around him through the fog in his mind as he continued to pleasure her.
The distant pounding seemed to have stopped, so Tygra disregarded it. Cheetara heard nothing, dead to the world around her as she purred and rained kisses onto Tygra’s head. His mouth and hands were so skilled, and she felt as though her head were spinning. Her breath was rough and uneven, and her hips began to undulate against Tygra on their own. She thought she would burst if she didn’t have him soon.
Tygra sensed that Cheetara’s control was slipping, that she was ready for him. He brought his hands to the hem of her dress, pushing it up past her hips. His fingers brushed against the folds of her sex, finding her slick and hot. His breath caught as he buried his fingers inside of her wetness, working them in and out as Cheetara groaned and rested her face against the top of his head. She’s so tight… The sounds she was making drove him to insanity; that beautiful voice moaning, breaths shuddering…all for him. She gasped as his fingers found a particularly sensitive area. “Tygra…please,” she begged, her tone imploring him. It was exhilarating, this feeling, hearing the breathy sound of his name on her tongue.
Tygra removed his mouth from her breasts, slipped his fingers from her body, bringing them to his mouth. As she watched, he sucked her juices off his fingers, savoring the taste and scent of her arousal. Delicious. He needed to taste her. He brought Cheetara up and off his lap and laid her on the bed. Standing, he slid the dress the rest of the way off of her body. It was such a sight, to see her laying on his bed, waiting for him. He set to work on removing his own tunic and breeches.
As he stood before her, gloriously and finally naked, Cheetara gazed at him with admiration. He was glorious, one of the most visually stunning cats she’s ever seen. She had always thought so, from the moment she’d met him on the palace steps so long ago.
His stripes were always attractive, running the length of his arms and back all the way down his buttocks and legs. The white on his face continued down his neck and across his chest nearly all the way down to his…she paused in her perusal as her eyes settled on his erection. Oh, she thought. He is so…large. She felt a stab of fear as she wondered if her body could accommodate him.
Tygra watched Cheetara’s expression falter as she gazed upon his bare form for the first time. He felt the familiar male pride at this, but also a surge of gentleness he didn’t usually feel in this situation. He was experienced with females, knew what they liked, and he had no doubt he could please Cheetara.
But he did not want to frighten or hurt her with his need by roughly conquering her body. He would practice control and patience with her and ensure that she was satisfied before seeking his own pleasure. He felt possessiveness rush through him. He would make sure she would never look at another male, most of all Lion-O. I will make her mine. Mine alone!
He moved to join her on the bed when the pounding resumed, this time more forcefully and accompanied by a loud voice. “PRINCE TYGRA! King Claudus demands your presence at once! It is imperative that you return to the banquet hall!”
SHIT. Tygra looked to Cheetara, whose half-lidded gaze was questioning. What do I do? He could see the sex haze starting to fade from her eyes as she digested what the guard said. DAMN. He finally relented. As much as he wanted to ignore the guard, he knew well enough that the king would be the next one pounding at his door. He wouldn’t let Cheetara be disgraced like that. When he really thought on it, he also wanted his first time with her to be more than a stolen moment during a party full of nobles ending with being caught in a compromising position by his father. When the time came, he would take his time with her. No one would interrupt.
“Tell the king I will be there shortly!” He finally shouted, dejected. He looked down at Cheetara’s beautiful form, a body he would have soon, but not tonight. DAMN.
“Understood, Highness,” the bothersome guard replied. Upon hearing his retreating steps, Tygra met her gaze apologetically. From the look on her face, they would both be frustrated tonight.
“I am so sorry, Cheetara,” he began. “It looks like being second place does carry responsibilities that get in the way sometimes.”
As she rose from the bed to retrieve her dress, Tygra took her hands in his large ones, stopping her with his intense gaze. “We will continue this, very soon.” Cheetara’s eyes were disappointed, but sympathetic. “I sincerely hope so,” she said, laying a kiss on his lips. Tygra placed his hand at her jaw and began to deepen the kiss, but knew he could not risk exciting them both again. His father’s patience had its limits. With regret, he pulled away.
They gathered and re-donned their clothing, laughing as they teased each other with lingering touches and twin smirks. Cheetara did her best to fix her mussed hair, finger-combing it until it was at least presentable. Tygra went to the door, checking to make sure no prying eyes would see her leaving his room. As there was no one, he motioned to her, and she squeezed his hand as she exited, walked down the hall, and discreetly mingled with the crowd before Tygra made his entrance.
As he made his way to the king, Tygra spied Lion-O moving towards Cheetara by the buffet table, speaking quietly with her. She smiled and nodded appropriately, but her gaze found him regularly. His lips lifted in a half grin. Enjoy trying, my brother, Tygra thought, thoroughly satisfied with himself. Her heart is mine. And soon, her body will be too.
Claudus cast a disapproving glare at Tygra as he took his seat at the king’s side. “Where were you?” he asked. “A tardy son, in whose honor this party was called for in the first place, is bad enough. The absence of my other son is the last thing I need tonight. I’ve had enough of embarrassment.” Grumbling to himself, he took a large swallow from his wine glass, a scowl on his brow.
“Apologies, father,” Tygra said. “I simply needed a moment alone to…center my thoughts. You were not the only one bothered by Lion-O’s behavior.” He motioned to one of the hand maidens to bring him wine as well. He needed something to calm his mind and frustrated loins, both of which were busy with the memory of a certain cheetah.
The rest of the night went on without further drama. The music was raucous and jubilant, and all the guests seemed pleased. Females from an assortment of noble families presented themselves to the brothers, hoping to catch their interest. Tygra portrayed the perfect prince, as always, but his thoughts were full of Cheetara. He mulled over the perfect way to get her alone, running many different scenarios through his mind. Finally, it came to him.
He remembered a cave not far from the palace that bordered a beautiful wooded area. Tygra and Lion-O often played there as cubs, but the cave was all but forgotten when they came of age. He would go there again, scout out the area, and make it decent for his purposes. When all the preparations were made, he would contact Cheetara. They would have their uninterrupted night together, and discretion would be maintained. He sipped his wine, savoring the taste and concealing the grin that spread across his face. Perfect.
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