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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 5 – Day 1 – Escape
Cheetara knocked on the door to Jaga’s quarters, her nervousness palpable. This was the moment. This was when she would either secure free time to be with Tygra, or forever shame herself in Jaga’s eyes. Her heart was pounding, and her head was light to the point of near faintness.
“Enter,” rang his voice, calm as ever. Cheetara inhaled deeply before turning the handle on the door and entering.
“Good afternoon, Jaga,” she uttered as she entered, closing the door behind her.   She shuffled over to where he was seated, her usual feline grace corrupted by her anxiety. She finally came to stand before him, as he raised his head from the scrolls he was examining.
“Cheetara. It is good to see you, young one. How may I be of help?” He eyed her expectantly, smiling until he noticed the slight tremors in her hands, the nervous shifting in her seat. “You seem unnerved about something, child. All is well, I trust?”
Cheetara took a seat in front of Jaga, unable to meet his eyes. “Well, I…” How am I supposed to do this?! How do I go about asking the closest cat I have to a father for permission to dodge my sworn duties, just so I can have a tryst with Tygra? And for THREE DAYS?! He’ll think me selfish…
“Jaga,” she continued. “I am going to ask you something that will probably make you disappointed in me, if not angry.” She decided to get straight to the point.
“I need private time to myself…” she finally looked at Jaga’s face. “…for three days.”
She saw Jaga’s eyes go wide briefly before regaining their pristine demeanor, blinking. “Three days, child? Whatever for? As I am sure you are aware, the day of the festival is approaching. Now is certainly not the time for spontaneous indulgences.”
Cheetara flinched at the word. “It is a very private affair, Jaga, but something of great importance to me. I promise it will only be three days.” Her eyes implored him.
Jaga stared at her. “You can give me no explanation on this matter? What is so important that you need to leave at such a crucial time and for such a long duration? You will need to give me something, Cheetara. You are a valued member of the Order, but such secrecy is unnecessary. I trust that your reasons are sound, to be sure. You need to trust me as well.”
Cheetara was silent, searching for the right way to express her feelings. I cannot tell him the absolute truth, but I don’t want to lie either. Ugh! WHY didn’t I think of my responses more before I came?
“Jaga, I do trust the Clerics. I trust you, implicitly. But I cannot go into detail about this.” She raised her gaze to his face again. “I will tell you that it’s something essential for me to focus on my purpose here, including the events for the festival. Please, I beg you to trust me and accept this, Jaga, and let me go. Please?”
Jaga searched the orange depths of Cheetara’s eyes, ones that had weakened him on rare occasions ever since she was an initiate. He’d never seen her like this before, so incensed and desperate to make him understand. “Just tell me one thing,” he said, suddenly concerned. “You are not in any danger?”
“No, I assure you,” she replied.
“Well, as a demonstration of the trust and love I have for you, Cheetara, I give you leave to do what you must.” He paused. “Three days you say?” At her nod he continued. “Take four. We have two weeks until the festival. I trust you will be more motivated to resume your training when you return?”
“YES!” Cheetara squeaked, momentarily shocking Jaga. He was even more so when she rounded his desk to embrace him. “Thank you so much, Jaga! I’ll never forget this!” she cried.
He still held an astonished look on his face, watching as his pupil all but flounced from the room, as jubilant as a cub with candy. He scratched his head as he retook his seat. Tch, I wonder.
Cheetara hurried to her room, almost utilizing her cheetah speed in her excitement. She was so relieved that she was able to get the time she wanted without lying to Jaga.
Now, it was just a matter of containing her excitement long enough to pack all the things she would need for the next few days. Make that four days, she recalled with glee.
She happened upon Tessa as she approached the residential wing, nearly colliding with the tigress.
“Hello, Cheetara. Hey! Where are you heading off to so fast?”
Cheetara slowed long enough to call over her shoulder. “I’m leaving for a few days! Jaga has cleared me to take care of something. I’ll be back soon!” With that, she reached her room and promptly closed the door behind her.
Tessa tilted her head, confused and suspicious. With a dismissive gesture, she continued down the hall.
Cheetara threw her clothing into a traveling bag, hardly able to keep her thoughts together. She packed several changes of her usual wear, sleep clothes, and her staff. Her hair brush followed, along with lavender water she used as a perfume of sorts, when the mood struck her.
Her packing complete, now came the waiting. It was only a little while past high noon. Time was already dragging along.
She dabbed some of the lavender water behind her ears and waited another few minutes before the idea came to her to leave early. The fresh air would help clear her mind and stomach of the nervousness.
It was yet another beautiful day, after all.
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Tygra finished running the errands he had for the day, including retrieving a special gift for Cheetara. He really hoped she would like it. His stomach turned as she crossed his mind.
Nervousness was not something he was accustomed to, but this was a special occasion with a very special female.
Getting the three days of free time had been relatively easy for him. The King was held up with a planning committee in order to go over the events for the festival, a meeting Tygra was more than happy to miss.
He had suggested Lion-O attend in his stead. It would be a good learning experience, he had explained to Claudus, who had agreed. Anything Tygra needed to know could be relayed to him when he returned from his trip.
Let him do his princely duty and sit through that, he thought with a laugh.
Tygra frequently took opportunities to get away on his own, so it was of no surprise to Claudus and the palace staff when he calmly stated he would be away for a few days to “work on a project privately.”
He had done so before when he developed weapons, defense maneuvers and structures for the kingdom and the Thunderian army.
He had assured the king that he wasn’t actually leaving the kingdom, just the palace, which was increasingly abuzz with early festival preparations. He needed to concentrate on his work, he said, and the environment here was too distracting of late.
Thankfully Tygra wasn’t asked to elaborate on his “work.” He really didn’t think he could make up much more. It had taken enough ingenuity to justify all those hours readying the cave.
Maybe that was why it was so easy to go away this time. Everyone probably just assumed he was continuing with that project.
Hey, whatever, as long as I can get away.
His heart pulsed with anticipation when he pictured Cheetara in his head. Finally, he would have her to himself. Finally, they could finish what had begun in his room over a month ago.
And it could not come fast enough. His frustration at not being able to have her was taking a toll on his patience, temper, and ability to concentrate. He needed her now.
Back in his chambers, Tygra looked at the time. It was nearly 5 now, nearing sunset. He gathered all he would need and made his way to his favorite side exit.
The walk to the rendezvous site was quick enough, even more so with his excitement to quicken his steps. He arrived at the appointed place, a heavily wooded area to the West of the palace, as he and Cheetara had agreed.
The sky was darkening, and Tygra grew concerned when he didn’t see Cheetara. He hoped she hadn’t been tied up or otherwise prevented from meeting him. He didn’t think he could handle such a disappointment.
Then he felt her hands from behind, sliding around his torso and up his chest, momentarily startling him. How is she able to do that? Tygra was always proud of his stealth in sneaking up on others. He wasn’t used to others doing so to him.
“I thought you’d never come,” Cheetara crooned, rubbing her face along his back. She had enjoyed the peace and quiet of the forest, even dosing off for a bit while she had waited on him.
When she’d caught his scent, she was instantly revived and excited. He hadn’t noticed her immediately, so she had taken the opportunity to playfully sneak up on him.
Tygra grabbed her hand and pulled her around to face him, and the two embraced.
“I almost went to look for you,” Tygra said, smiling. Tipping her chin, he went in for a long, slow kiss, using his other hand to bring her hips in contact with his.
Cheetara wrapped her arms around his neck, melting into the kiss. Being in Tygra’s arms just felt right, like this was where she needed to be. She had never felt so content. Her arms tightened, pulling him close to her heart.
When they parted, their arms remained around each other for a moment longer, as though they were both reluctant to end their hold on one another.
Finally, Tygra eased away. He motioned to the bag sitting near the tree. “Are those your things?”
She nodded, walking over and picking it up. Tygra grabbed it from her, hoisting it over his shoulder with his own things. “Let’s go,” he said.
The walk was pleasant, both cats fading into companionable silence, their minds on the events to come. The stars had begun to appear one by one, dotting the brilliance of the shifting sky.
Cheetara marveled at how beautiful it was, the night reflecting how special this night would be for her and her lover. My lover, she thought with an excited shiver.
Soon the cave was in sight. Tygra ushered her over to the entrance, which was partially obscured by a large shrub providing natural camouflage. Cheetara preceded him in, noting the lit lanterns mounted at the entrance.
They walked on, following the twists and turns further in. Cheetara was surprised when it opened up into a large, spacious cavern, illuminated by torches along the walls and candles set throughout. One area appeared to house a water source.
Tygra watched her face as she took it all in. All his efforts appeared to be paying off. In one corner, a table with two chairs had been assembled along with food items set upon it.
Provisions for the next few days were preserved in containers conveniently situated near the table. Cheetara was delighted to find that the water source was in fact a small pool large enough for one to bathe in.
She turned to Tygra, eyes wide. “Wow!”
He beamed at her. “You like?”
“Like?” she exclaimed, “That’s putting it lightly! I never imagined you would have done so much!” She walked towards the table, running her hands over the smooth surface. “It’s beautiful here!”
Tygra set their things to the side. “There’s more.” At her inquiring look, he motioned to a small outcropping from the main cavern. Cheetara moved in that direction, seeing light coming from around the bend.
She gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth in amazement at the sight before her.
This cavern was as elaborately decorated as one of the rooms in the palace! The walls were adorned with colored lengths of fabric in reds, purples, browns, and gold.
A beautiful chaise lounge sat near one wall of the chamber, another small table and chairs set on the other. Torches on the walls created a wonderful ambiance in the room that would serve as their bedchamber.
A large rug with an intricate pattern in similar colors to the wall décor covered most of the floor, which brought the eye to the centerpiece of the room.
The large, canopy bed was covered with a soft golden cream comforter accented with pillows of the same shades of red, purple, and brown that seemed to be the theme of the chamber. A sheer curtain hung along the sides, adding a luminescent appearance. A bedside table sat to one side.
Cheetara was both taken aback and touched that Tygra would go to such lengths to make this so special for her. For them both.
She turned to him, tears gleaming in her eyes. Running her hands up his chest to fit her arms around his neck, she hugged him close, her head against his chest, listening to his heart as it sped up.
“Thank you, Tygra. You have made this night perfect.”
Tygra embraced her in return, relieved that Cheetara was so pleased by his efforts. She felt so soft in his arms. Laying a quick kiss to the top of her head, Tygra grabbed one of her hands, coaxing her to follow him back into the main chamber.
“How about we get situated and grab a bite to eat, hmm?” he asked. He led her back to the table, where the food was waiting. Helping themselves to the breads, meats, fruits and cheeses, they ate in companionable silence for a time until Tygra finally spoke.
“So, how did you get old Jaga to let you off the hook?” he inquired playfully. “I was afraid to hope when I remembered you had to clear everything through him.”
Cheetara laughed. “It really wasn’t that difficult. I essentially told him that I needed this trip to help me center myself so I could be at my best. He recognized that I needed to do this otherwise, I would be a wreck. I was nervous enough just asking him. With the festival coming up, he honored my request...after seeing I was in no danger of course.”
Tygra raised an eyebrow, his eyes momentarily taking on a predatory gleam as he watched her. “Who says you’re not?” He smirked.
Cheetara lowered her eyes. As eager as she was to be with Tygra, she found herself suddenly nervous now that it was about to become a reality. She’d never done anything like this before, and was concerned with many things, not least of all if she would please Tygra or make an absolute fool of herself.
Eating completed, Tygra went over to their things and began rummaging through his bag. Cheetara stayed seated, afraid to rise for fear she would collapse from nerves. Her mind was lost in what she would do if Tygra found her lacking.
I don’t want to disappoint him, she thought despondently. She had heard rumors of his other conquests, females who were worldly and schooled in mating rituals, whatever that entailed.
How would she, a sheltered, virgin Cleric, ever measure up? Her heart pounded in her ears as she wrung her fingers nervously.
Then Tygra laid his hand on her shoulder and a box with an orange ribbon on it seemed to appear in front of her as if by magic.
“What is this?” Cheetara asked. She ran her hands along the beautifully-wrapped parcel. “A gift…for me?”
“Just a little something I found in the market,” Tygra stated his voice husky. “I really hope you like it.” Cheetara’s hands gently unraveled the little orange ribbon. She opened the box, and for the second time she was amazed by Tygra’s generosity.
Within the box was a beautiful golden necklace, with a crystal pendant fashioned into the shape of a miniature Day Astrid, a replica of the very same flower Tygra had given her long ago during her trial to become a Cleric.
All she had left now was the heart of that particular flower, but she remembered it well. The artisan who had crafted the pendant had captured the ragged beauty perfectly.
White crystal, with translucent portions that glimmered in the light, made up the upper petals. The smaller under petals were constructed of sheer crystal in a rose hue, the short stem that of green.
She stared at the gift as Tygra gently set her hair aside and lifted the necklace from the box, dwarfing it in his large hands, placing it about her neck and fastening the clasp. She touched it with reverence, struck speechless.
Tygra placed a hand over hers, and Cheetara raised her eyes to peer into his face.
“I gave you this flower, because it always reminded me of you, even when we were cubs on Jaga’s doorstep.” He took her hands, bringing her to her feet. “But now that I have you in front of me, like this, I can’t imagine a flower ever competing with your beauty.”
Cheetara smiled up at him before grasping his face in her hands and bringing his mouth to hers. Tygra wrapped her in his arms, patience abandoned for passion. It had been so long since he had held her, too long. No more.
He had tried to wait. He had wanted to tell her more about all the preparations, how the pool in this cave was fed by a hot spring, to let her bathe, perhaps let them bathe together.
He had wanted to hear about her day, about all the days since they’d seen each other last. But he couldn’t wait any longer.
He’d waited long enough. It was time for him to claim this female for his own.
Tygra deepened the kiss, his tongue mingling with hers as he brought her to lean against the table. His hands caressed her back, one moving up to his favorite spot on the back of her neck.
Cheetara clung to Tygra, reveling in his kiss and letting him lead her. Her breasts were crushed to his chest, and she could feel his heart pounding. If he was as nervous as she, it wasn’t conveyed in the way he touched her.
His hands were confident, applying just the right amount of pressure for the perfect amount of time. As her arms wound around his neck, Tygra leaned forward, placing both palms on the table to either side of her, moving his mouth from her lips to her neck.
She tilted her head back, giving him better access, and he planted kisses and small nips from the column of her throat to the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder. She ran her fingers up through his hair, her claws running tantalizingly along his scalp.
He growled low in his throat as his arms pulled her from the table to him, and he guided her towards the smaller chamber to the bed, his hands on her hips. He continued nipping and sucking on her neck, which was quickly becoming a fixation of his. It was so long and graceful and begged to be kissed.
Reaching the bed, Tygra maneuvered Cheetara around so that he sat on the bed and brought her to straddle his lap. His fingers were at her top thumbs hooking under the garment, working it upward and over her head. She extended her arms to help him.
Her breasts fell loose, and Tygra took a moment to admire them, palming their weight in his hands before dipping his head to capture a nipple in his mouth. Cheetara gasped, leaning back to give him more of herself.
Her arms wrapped about his neck and head and her eyes fluttered closed as she let herself stop thinking and just feel. Tygra drew her into his mouth, tongue and lips caressing and sucking. His arms encircled her lower back, holding her a prisoner to the pleasure he was providing.
Cheetara could feel moisture gathering at her core, gathering at the apex of her things, soiling her clothing. Her scent filled the space between them, and she could tell when Tygra scented her, his nostrils flaring and a rumble escaping him as he continued to suckle her.
She was unable to keep herself from moaning when he bit down gently on her nipple, arousing her still further. He picked her up, shifting their position as he laid her on her back on the plush comforter of the bed.
His hands burned a path up her legs to her thighs and higher, to the waistband of her shorts. He eased them down over her hips and down her legs, taking her ankle discs and foot bindings with them.
Her body was finally revealed to him completely. All she wore now was his gift, glittering in the light of the torches. He watched her with eyes that had turned predatory, the orange all but obscured by the size of his pupils.
Cheetara lay there, shivering in her excitement, wondering what was next. She was surprised when Tygra abruptly turned and walked away.
He went to the little table, retrieving a chair and returning to the bedside, where he set it down facing the bed. Cheetara was confused. “What are you…”
Her sentence was interrupted as Tygra jerked her legs to the side, shifting her whole body towards the edge of the bed, and him.
Then he took his seat, smirking at her as he hooked his hands under her knees to pull her forward, draping her legs over his shoulders.
She saw his nostrils flair, scenting her arousal, his hot breath blowing against her center. “I’ve been waiting so long for this,” he rasped.
She watched, enthralled as he bent his head, finally bringing his mouth to her, the first tentative swipes of his tongue making her breath hiss through her teeth. She’d never imagined such an act, let alone engaging in it with someone. It felt…weird.
Then his arms encircled her thighs, pulling them further apart, giving him better access. He tilted his head, angling it so his tongue could reach her slit easier. He tunneled it between her nether lips, reaching his goal, licking her with long, heavy strokes.
His tongue churned around and inside her heat, evoking feelings she had never felt before. Tygra…what are you…DOING to me?   It was wonderful and scary at the same time.
The pleasure started tentatively at first, as he started to pick up a steady rhythm and pressure. But then he discovered the swollen little bud at the top of her sex.
He pulled her nether lips apart, fixing his questing lips on the ball of nerves, sucking and licking, making her hips buck and her breath hitch in her throat. She moaned low in her throat.
Tygra made a pleased sound at the noises she was making. Her hands were clenching the comforter, her head thrown back as she started to rock her hips against his mouth. He could tell her climax was mounting as her breaths became ragged, her moans growing in volume, her scent changing.
He felt little tremors in her legs, her hips pulsing, her cries echoing off the cavern. She tasted so good he thought he became drunk with it, the sweet tang on his tongue driving him to madness, making him nearly lose control.
He needed more. He buried his tongue deeper within her, extracting as much of her nectar as he could. He could never get enough. Mine.
He was hard now, so hard it hurt. He had to have her soon. But first, he would make her burn for him.
Cheetara was losing herself, her head spinning as waves of sensation rolled from between her legs up through her entire being. She’d never felt anything so intense, so wonderful.
She could hear his mouth making wet, sinful noises against her. She chanced a look at him. Tygra’s eyes were closed, his expression blissful as though he were savoring the taste of her.
It was the single most erotic sight she’d ever seen. She tried to keep watching him, but it was too much, her eyes fluttered closed and she sank back against the bed. So good.
The sensations were almost overwhelming, and she tried to move away to relieve the pressure that was starting to build. Tygra was relentless however, grasping her tighter against him as his mouth continuing its relentless assault. There was no escaping him.
Then she felt it; from between her legs to her womb--a feeling that was building and swelling outward. It grew in intensity until she felt choked by it, her body taken over with the need to let it out, let it free, let it go.
Finally, she exploded, her back arching, hips and thighs quaking with a powerful orgasm. Her voice rang out, gasping and high and sweet to Tygra’s ears.
He continued on, matching her hips’ movements as she came in his mouth. He never slowed or stopped, just let the waves carry her back to him. His head swam with the flavor and smell of her. He savored it, devoured it. He needed it.
Finally, Cheetara came down from her high, gasping and trembling, a fine sheen of sweat over her body. Tygra licked her hypersensitive opening one last time before rising, shifting her body back onto the bed, shoving the chair out of the way as his hands went to the fastenings on his shirt.
She heard the rustle of clothing and opened her eyes to see him disrobing. The wide expanse of his chest had her once again admiring how beautiful he was. He discarded his trousers and foot coverings as well.
His length sprang free, rigid and throbbing. He watched her reaction with hooded, lust-filled eyes.
He climbed onto the bed, coming to lie alongside her, his eyes never leaving hers. He took her mouth in a slow, passionate kiss, and she could taste herself on his swirling tongue.
His hand fondled her breast squeezing a nipple before moving lower to play with her sex as his other hand held the back of her neck, keeping her still for his plundering mouth.
His fingers began to probe her opening, drawing out the wet evidence of her arousal. She gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss and she stifled a moan, her eyes squeezed shut.
She felt rather than saw Tygra lift himself over her, caressing a thigh before moving his hand under her knee and lifting, spreading her wide. Bringing her leg up by his hip, he settled himself in the cradle of her thighs, his thick length prodding her moist entrance.
For that one moment time seemed to stop as their eyes met the two oblivious of anything but each other. Tygra searched her face, a question in his rusty eyes. Are you sure?
Cheetara recognized it for what it was. She knew from the muscle pulsing in his jaw that he was holding tight to his control, but he still put her welfare first. She nodded, just once, her hands coming up to caress his face. He turned his head to place a kiss to the center of her palm.
And then he moved his hips forward slowly, burying himself within her. He felt her tense, her beautiful face contorting in a painful grimace as he began to rupture the barrier that marked her innocence. She turned her head to the side gasping, making small whimpering noises.
Tygra watched Cheetara’s face, fear making his hips still. He hated causing her pain. Maybe her body couldn’t take him. “I’m hurting you,” he said as he began to withdraw.
“No!” Cheetara grasped his shoulders holding him tight, her eyes still closed. “I need this. Please Tygra.” She turned her hazy gaze up to him. “Please…don’t stop.”
So be it. He would make it quick. Leaning down, he captured her mouth, his tongue mingling with hers as he thrust in one quick, hard movement, pushing himself inside her to the hilt.
She groaned into his mouth, squeezing her eyes shut, her thighs clenching around his hips as she accepted him.
He paused, giving her body time to adjust the thick, heavy length of him. Tygra knew his size was considerable, and that he needed to be careful with Cheetara.
He never wanted to see that look of pain cross her face again. From this point, he would make sure she felt nothing but pleasure.
He moved his mouth down to her neck, nuzzling and licking her as he felt her relax around him. He looked in her face, watching her breathe, her eyes still shut.
A single tear had fallen, sliding a wet path down to the pillow. He licked it away. The pain seemed to have passed, and he needed to move soon. He could only stay still for so long.
“Are you okay?” he asked huskily.
Cheetara opened her eyes and smiled up at him. “Better than ever,” she replied. She ran her hands up Tygra’s sides, gliding past his ribs and chest to settle around his neck, bringing his face down for another kiss.
Tygra needed no further encouragement. He withdrew himself nearly completely and then thrust forward, repeating the movements slowly. It was all he could do to keep himself from pounding her into the mattress. She felt so good, so tight, her insides hot and wet, squeezing him.
Cheetara watched Tygra’s eyes roll closed, his eyebrows furrowing as his movements changed slightly, becoming a small bit faster and harder. She could feel him impaling her over and over, and soon her eyes drifted closed as well.
The two cats closed their minds off from the world around them to focus on the sublime pleasure blooming between their bodies.
She gasped as his thrusts intensified their breaths and moans filling the cave. Tygra leaned down, placing his face into Cheetara’s neck.
“Ah, Che,” he breathed against her skin, his voice little more than a growl. “I knew you were made for me. I knew it.” He could hear the wet sounds of their bodies uniting over and over. “I knew you could take me.”
His control was slipping, and Cheetara could feel it, reveled in it. It was evident in the tightness in his muscles, his breathing. “Mmm, so good…” he sighed. She felt him sucking and licking her neck, his teeth nipping her.
She cried out as he began to pound into her, the pleasure knifing up through her hips and spine. Yes…oh yes!
He hooked an arm under her knee, raising it up towards his shoulder, spreading her more, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper. The cavern echoed with slapping sounds of skin meeting skin.
She stifled a sob as she felt another orgasm boiling up, her hips rising to Tygra’s thrusts, her arms clinging to him, one around his neck, the other reaching down to clutch his ass as it flexed with each drive into her.
His other arm snaked under her neck, his claws fisting in her hair. Almost there…
Tygra’s control finally snapped, and he seized the tender skin between her neck and shoulder in his teeth, a feral growl escaping him as his movements became erratic, almost brutal.
Cheetara screamed, the combined sensations of Tygra’s pounding hips and mating grip causing her to finally go over the edge, her body shuddering and bucking as she came.
Tygra felt her convulsing around him in waves, her juices gushing out to drench them both. His mind was gone, numbed by pleasure, but he couldn’t hold it anymore. He roughly buried himself one last time inside her sweet depths.
His breath hissed through his teeth while he continued to grasp her, keeping her still. He felt his essence boil up, jetting out to coat her insides and he continued involuntarily thrusting in slow, lazy strokes.
His body spent, Tygra finally relinquished his grasp on her, noting the teeth marks oozing blood. He soothed the spot with his tongue, his purring comforting her. He hadn’t meant to lose himself like that, but she had felt so good, so perfect for him.
He lifted his gaze to her face, finding her watching him with half-lidded eyes. Her own purring resonated in his ears. There was no need for words. They just lay there, lost in each other’s eyes. Tygra leaned down and captured her mouth in a languid kiss.
He disengaged himself from Cheetara’s body and brought the covers, long forgotten and scattered, up around their bodies, lying alongside her, his arm curved across her stomach.
It was like this that they drifted off into an exhausted sleep, sated, caring nothing for anything but each other, the here and the now.
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