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It's Good to be the King	By : The_God_Mandalord Category: +S through Z > Thundercats Views: 7194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Thundercats, or its characters, or make any prophit from it. That is all own by WB.I do, however, own this universe. Not for Tygra lovers.

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"What do you mean they're swapping parts?" Tygra asked in his usual snarky manner. Even though he was addressing his king, and future emperor, he still enjoyed teasing his little brother... even if that meant doing it in his own office.
Lion-O's office was built for a king... and had the mess of one. Mahogany desk covered in useless paperwork and whatever new bill the senate wanted to pass. Leather chairs and sofas that were rarely used. High tech computer. Wall-to-wall book cases filled with books that had to be reorganized. An artisan-crafted marble fireplace that had very little ash at the base. Even the treasure he took from the Great Marsh found a home as a decorations or more simply as spoils.
Tygra sat on the far end of Lion-O's desk. Looking at, and admiring, the fabled Sword of Omens.
"Our newest tanks are falling apart before they even make it to the front," Lion-O said as he chewed on his thumbnail. "Joshuanoticed it last week. He traced it to a small chop-shop business here in the main city. Apparently, they are taking the high-grade parts, replacing them with cheap crap, and selling the reals to the Dominion or black market. He saved our asses on this one."
"But Lion-O, he and his other engineers are humans. They're just a bunch of brown-nosing, patronizing bastards. Have them rubbed out, and you'll look like a hero."
"Tygra. Go to the Vandike's auto plant. That's where the parts are being swapped... But, just... just have a word or two with them, okay. Nothing to get the military involved."
Tygra leaned over the desk, "You mean you're gonna let me handle this?"
"Just go and have a word with them." Lion-O said as he spat the nail sliver out. He could clearly see the pent up predator nature in his eyes. And this might be enough to get him sent back to the front.
"But, brother, that means the same thing as why don't you go down there and kill everybody until your heart can take." While he said that, he twirled and slashed at enemies who were not there with the Sword of Omens. "So are you sure about that? Oh - bro - ther - !"
"I haven't said anything except to have a word with them." Lion said.
Tygra started to laugh hysterically as he ran out of the room. "I love you brother! Really."
"Crazy bastard." Lion-O mumbled.
"What was that?" Tygra popped his head back in.
"The sword stays here!" Lion pounded his hand on the desk. "Now get the hell out of here!"
"Fine. Fine." Tygra dropped the dormant sword on the ground, "I better see you at the party tonight! I have a huge surprise for yah!"
Lion-O let out a long deep sigh after his brother left. Hard to believe there was actually a time when they spoke on the same level, and that he used to ask Tygra for advice. Not just the simple older-brother-younger-brother talk like how to stand while fighting or impress girls, but rather sage-like advice. Lion-O used to admire and look up to Tygra, but now...
"Ow!" he snapped as he felt asharp scraping sensation on his groin. He looked down and said, "Tara, do you think you could be a little more gentle?"
Cheetara pulled herself off and gently licked the tip.
"Sorry, my king," Cheetara looked up at him with fire in her eyes and a sexy smile. "But you were just so hot bossing Tygra around, I couldn't help it."
She got up from under his desk. She wore a bright red kimono, like the color of firework sparks. She allowed her robe to hang loosely, showing a glimpse of her ample bosom. Cheetara wiped her mouth and sat next to Lion-O, exposing one beautiful leg. She knew his weakness.
"You just love tempting me, don't you." Lion-O pulled her close and started to kiss her neck. She moaned and purred as Lion-O moved from the soft, sensitive area around her neck to her collar bone. He slipped a hand under her robe and started to grope her ample breasts, kneading them. Pinching the nipples. Anything to make her cry and beg for more.
She did something surprising this time. Cheetara actually stopped it before it got too heated.
"What was that for?" Lion-O asked.
"We have to put this on halt... just for a little while." she said. "Just wait until Tygra gets sent back to the front."
"Oh, but that's too long." he whined. Cheetara smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
"I'll see you tonight at the ball," She said as she fixed her kimono and hair. "Wear something nice."
She left Lion-O's office with a slight bounce in her breast and pop in her hips. Lion-O sat back in his chair, and put his manhood back in his pants.
"Nikolia." he said.
"What's up, boss?" A being appeared on the sill that opened. He was a part of a rare breed on Third Earth. A human. It was said that they were wiped out when the Thunderians first arrived. Only twenty-thousand now remain, all of whom are faithful subjects to the Empire.
The boy named Nikolia was young, barely out of his teenage years. He possessed no fur or claws or sharp teeth; the human weakness, some say. But what he did have was a certain set of skills that most human caught on to quite quickly. He, like most of his family and ancestors, is an assassin.
He wore a the lightly armored outfit of his people. A sturdy outfit made of leather and lightweight metal, built for assassins who need to move swiftly and silently. With this, Nikolia makes no noise, no matter his speed nor bearings.
Lion-O liked him. Not just because he was good at what he did, his entire family was, or that Lion-O was also his godfather, but it was that Nikolia had an act at being invisible, observant, and silent when it came to the mission.
"How long were you there?" Lion-O asked.
"How long was Cheetara sucking you off? Two hours. Maybe three. Plus that little conversation with your brother-"
"Okay, I get it. You were there for a while." Lion-O said.
"So, what will you have me do, my lord?" he bowed before Lion-O. Amazingly keeping his balance on the sill.
"As you know, Tygra is back in the capital. And, he will be returning to the front tomorrow. I want you to follow him. Report on his every movement and action, and most importantly, keep him safe."
"I can do that."
"One more thing," Lion-O sighed and then looked at Nikolia with a predator-like fire. "If he ever hurts Cheetara in any way, shape, or form. I want him taken out and made to look like a complete accident. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Good," Lion-O relaxed in his seat. "He heading to Vandike's autoplant, just north of the lower reaches. Do what you can to make it seem like an act of valor."
"Yes, my lord." And with that, Nikolia jumped off the sill.
That evening there was to take place a feast for the ages, celebrating another one of Tygra's many impressive feats, and the upcoming one happening the next day. Which one, Lion-O was not precisely sure. His brother had been so busy lately acting hero that his 'triumphs' began to run together. He was just going to go with the latter and say that it was the newest one.
Whether it involved the giantors or the Mumm-ra's demons from Hell, it made no difference to him. It was just another excuse to parade the warrior prince around and let him gloat. It was also a painful reminder for Lion-O...as if, he thought, it was ever unclear who the favorite son was.
The great hall was decked out like never before. The dome had been polarized to provide an optimum view of the clear night sky, while also keeping the art that decorated the dome clear and visible.
A massive chandelier, eight meters wide, hung in midair atop the dome, supported by state-of-the-art antigravity units guaranteed not to fail... The guarantee was that the royal family would drive the manufacturer to complete ruin if it did.
Food from all across the Empire was laid out, as expected, but they actually managed to get their hand on Ari buffalo meat and a limited supply of Sicilian pepper slices. The price for the latter two items was higher the aggregate salaries of any middle-class, or commoners by the higher classes, but it was worth it.
All the import people were there - at least three representatives from each province in the Empire, and a few from the neutral provinces. The men looking more ready for battle rather than a social gathering, with their polished armor and smoothed capes. To Lion-O, they all looked a bit ridiculous. Like metal, hairy peacocks. No offense to their peafowl subjects.
The women, on the other hand, were dressed in fine fabrics that created flowing dresses and other silly adornments they found favorable. All of the women looked just as pretentious and over-dressed, he thought. Except one.
There, among the crowd of flashy party-goers, was Cheetara.
For the occasion she decided that her usual cleric's attire was unfit, as he found her wearing a copper gown in place of her uniform. It was draped off over one shoulder as if the silk had begun to melt.
The dress was relatively simple, accented by hints of clear-blue that matched her jewelry. The simplicity of the gown allowed the cheetah's features to shine instead. They were always gorgeous, regardless of whether she was covered with robes or completely naked . The sight of his cleric, beaming with laughter while a young, brash, naive, acquaintance attempted to amuse her with some tale about his heroism on the field, delighted Lion-O.
He began to weave his way through the throng of glowing Thunderians, toward Cheetara, when suddenly, like a shark slicing through a school of silver fish, Tygra appeared at her side. The mere sight of his brother caused a twinge of disgust to erupt inside of him. But he swallowed his feeling, put a good-natured smile on his face and approached the pair of them. Lion-O was determined not to let his personal sentiments get the better of him. Not tonight, at least. Not in front of his father.
Just as he reached the two, he saw Tygra say something to Cheetara, but he couldn't hear what. She smiled politely and her glance flickered away from her future husband long enough to spot Lion-O's parting the crowd.
Cheetara's accommodating grin blossomed into a very genuine smile, her rounded cheeks flushing a delicious pink, and her fur stood on end. It was then, seeing Cheetara's attention diverted so drastically, that Tygra finally noticed his brother, who was now standing almost directly in front of him. As if he completely forgot the slaughter he commited that day, he clapped Lion-O on the shoulder with a heavy, cheerful hand, and laughed.
"Brother! I'm glad you could make it. I was worried you'd find yourself preoccupied with work again," Tygra said, a hearty roar just above the ambient white noise of the festivities around them.
It was true, Lion-O had conveniently found himself preoccupied with work during many of Tygra's celebrations. Nothing personal, he was just very busy.
Why he had made a point to show up tonight, he wasn't really sure. Although jealousy reared its ugly head on many occasions, and they quarreled like rivals, they were still kin. Lion-O reminded himself of that as he felt Tygra's heavy paw slide off his shoulder.
He smiled amiably and said, "I wouldn't dare miss it, brother, but I do have my reasons for being here."
He gave a quick wink to Cheetara, to say that it was for her, but he turned back to Tygra. "Father is making me do this. He feels like I should know my future subjects. Honestly, I find these events insufferable. I already know most of the families don't like me. I don't need to know this in my own home."
Tygra gave a neutral nod, and said no more, instead turning his attention to the cleric between them then looking briefly back at Lion-O.
"I was just telling Cheetara how lovely she looks tonight. Wouldn't you agree?" Tygra asked. Lion-O's eyes met Cheetara's for a moment as he finally got a better look at her.
"'Lovely' would not begin to accurately describe her. I fear you might stir some jealousy in the crowd tonight, and they would have every right to be envious. No matter how hard they try, you will always outshine them," As he spoke, at first to Tygra, then directly to Cheetara. Speaking to her as if they were alone. He took her hand in his and raised them to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of her hand after he concluded his thought. He watched fondly as her cheeks grew rubescent and she tried to hide a bashful smile. He realized he had never really said anything like it before. He tried to make himself remember to do it more often.
"Well said!" Tygra roared, "It would be difficult to argue that anyone here looked more beautifully tonight. Perhaps I should return home more often, just as an excuse to see you looking stunning in an evening dress!" He laughed again, completely unaware of the words that were coming out of his mouth.
Lion-O chuckled mirthlessly. He couldn't discern whether his brother's suggestion was a poor attempt at humor, or a horribly misguided attempt at wooing Cheetara. Or perhaps a bit of both.
"And the both of you are looking quite well yourselves," Cheetara said at last, admiring the brothers in their respective decorations. Although the vibrant rainbow or ribbons and multitude of medals that adorned Tygra's armor were striking, Cheetara was drawn to the way Lion-O wore the standard dark grey outfit had a certain swagger and class to him.
"Though I'm hardly a stand-out in thiscrowd," she added, glancing around at the other guests, adorned in shining metal and rich fabrics.
There was a moment of silence, the dull roar enveloping the trio. Of course it was Tygra who volunteered to shatter it.
"You should join me on the front sometime, my dear. It seems like ages since you've last put your skills to use. You don't want to lose your touch, do you?" Another ill-fated attempt at humor, Lion-O thought. Cheetara's responded good-naturedly, regaling the two with a tale of warfare long past, when she came to the princes' rescue more than once. Although it was a harmless, friendly story, it still pleased Lion-O to hear Tygra put in his place.
As Cheetara carried on, Lion-O watched with growing interest as Tygra's gaze began to shed its innocent façade and don a more lecherous manifestation. The hulking tiger's eyes roamed aimlessly until now, as they rested on Cheetara's glowing complexion, undoubtedly transfixed by her disarming smile. But they didn't stay there long. Slowly, his gaze crept down her elegant neck, followed the modest plunge of her dress, ghosted over her hips, and seemed to drift off somewhere along her thighs, hugged intimately by the clinging silk.
Cheetara had not seemed to notice the older prince staring at her so intently, as she kept speaking, uninterrupted. And Tygra…well, clearly, he wasn't listening anymore.
A faint smile, a subtle, insinuating, nearly sinister grin, touched the corners of his lips as his eyes began to retrace their path along Cheetara's body, taking time to lavish every part of her. It was in that moment that Lion-O felt his blood begin to boil like a furnace inside of him. He knew what Tygra was thinking. And it caused that furnace to burn out with white hot, seething fury. Nothing less.
Cheetara finally came to the conclusion of her tale, and Tygra, realizing she had stopped talking, was quick to offer a hearty laugh so she would think he had been paying attention. But Lion-O saw the look in her eyes that suggested quite clearly that she knew he hadn't listened to a word she said. Tygra was not exactly subtle about mentally undressing her.
Just then, someone called out across the room to Tygra, who shouted back and gestured to the voice.
"I'm afraid I must excuse myself. I'm sure you can imagine there are others dying to have a word with the hero of Thundera! Brother," he turned and clasped Lion-O's arm, "it was good to see you. And Cheetara," he stole one last unabashed glance, "If you ever need a training partner…I don't mind getting a little rough."
With a casanova grin and a less-than-subtle wink, he took her hand, and just as Lion-O had done, touched his lips to her smooth fur. Then, just as quickly as he had arrived in their presence, he left, disappearing into the crowd like an apparition.
Once he had surely dissolved into the throng of glowing Thunderians, they both seemed to heave a sigh…a long-held breath. But even after Tygra had gone, Lion-O could still feel the heat of his temper surge to every point in his body. His last comment to Cheetara tipped him over the edge, and if he didn't do something to quell the raging storm inside of him, he could no longer be held accountable for whatever terrible deed he was about to commit.
He had to get out of there. In a quiet fury, he closed his hand around Cheetara's wrist and motioned for her to follow him, which she did so willingly. He led them through the crowd and out of the great hall.
He then noticed Nikolia hiding in the shadows. He was wearing a different set of armor this time. Keeping him in the shadows, but still had the appearance of class if he was ever seen. The metal portions of the armor appeared to have a gold tint, while the leather portions were black or dark brown. The chest plate of his appeared to be made up of several overlapping metal guards. A black cloak accompanied his suit, and was made up of three layers. Each layer was longer than the one above it, and the longest, lower layer was segmented, giving the whole piece a look resembling an eagle's wings.
Nikolia gave Lion-O a small nod, as heheavedthe doors closed behind them, subduing the raucous noise to a faint roars. It also gave Lion-O some extrainsurance that no matter how much sound they would make, they would never get caught.
He pulled her into an off-shoot corridor just beside the doors to the hall and let go of her at last.
He exhaled noisily, angrily, running his hands over his face in an attempt to calm himself down. It wasn't doing much. Cheetara watched him silently in the dark, not sure of what to say.
"Lion-O…" she murmured, not moving away from the wall. He pulled his hands away from his face, and she saw the rage burning in his pale blue eyes. He shook his head and looked a bit like a bull ready to lunge.
"Is he completely oblivious, or is he actively trying to piss me off?" He hissed, "Did you see the way he looked at you? There was no way you couldn't have. The bastard has the balls to fuck you with his eyes right in front of me, and he doesn't even have the decency to be subtle about it!"
He spat the words out like poison and laughed bitterly. A lull of quiet darkness hung for a second, then, as if struck by some sudden thought, he looked up at Cheetara, who was still motionless in stunned silence.
"I could tell it made you uncomfortable. The way he looked at you. The things he said about you."
He began to move closer to her, bridging the gap between them in the dark corridor, stopping just in front of her, nearly pinning her to the wall behind them.
"You would never let him touch you the way that I do…would you?"
Although it was a question, it verged on a command. He lifted a hand to stroke the side of her face, feeling her flushed cheek with the back of his hand.
"If I had my way, I wouldn't even let him think about it. I would bite him off if he tried." Cheetara replied quietly. She felt that the hungry lion had her trapped in a cage, and it was debating whether or not she was going to be his next meal.
Her answer pleased him, but he wanted more. As his hand caressed her neck, flowed to her collarbone, he could nearly feel her racing heartbeat and asked:
"And why is that?" he whispered.
Cheetara didn't speak right away. She knew he was looking for something specific. He wanted to hear her say just the right thing. And at last she figured out what it was.
"Because I belong to you," she said, barely above a whisper.
Lion-O bared his remarkably fang-like canines in a victorious, self-satisfied smirk. Cheetara felt him run a hand along her back, from her waist up toward her shoulder and down again, holding her quite firmly against him. His left hand came up to brush a lock of hair behind her ear, and she shivered. His touch did otherworldly things to her.
"I wonder," he began quietly, his eyes flickering over her face, down to the draping neckline of her gown, "if you say that because you truly believe it, or only because you know it's what I want to hear?"
Cheetara felt her chest seize up, and the ability to speak fled her. She hadn't thought of that before. She did whatever she thought would please her mischievous lover, and never paused to consider if she was doing it only for his benefit. In the fraction of a second before she spoke, she watched his face in the dark, his sharp, pale features bathed in a lowly golden light, his gaze penetrating her in ways she had never known.
"I know it to be an undeniable fact," she said firmly, "whether you or I like it or not. You've made your mark on me, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
As if instinctually, her hands went to his clothing, absentmindedly brushing the soft cotton that draped his lean body. She desperately wanted him to be closer.
Had her answer suited him? …What would happen if it didn't?
"Do you doubt my devotion to you?" she asked, sounding rather wounded, and lifted her eyes to look straight into him. His harsh gaze softened, as though he was finally certain of her love for him. But even Cheetara's unwavering loyalty couldn't cushion the blow Tygra had dealt him that evening.
"Don't think of what I said…I wouldn't doubt you for a second," he replied, his tone considerably more gentle than it had been a minute ago, "but the actions of my brother, I will never be sure of."
Cheetara felt his grip on her tighten protectively, the hand on her hip pressing deeply into her soft curves.
"Then you have little to worry about. Tygra's boorish attempts at flattery are embarrassing. Most of the time when he talks, I don't even listen," she added, hoping to make Lion-O smile.
It worked. He laughed a little under his breath, and studied her for a moment.
He murmured, "As long as you're mine…"—a hint of possessive aggression dripping in his whisper—and leaned forward, tilting his head down to kiss her.
She rose up to meet him, her soft lips surprisingly receptive to his advances, and it only pushed him further. He wanted there to be no doubt in his mind that Cheetara was his and his alone.
He felt her hands slide up his chest as he leaned into her. As she surrendered to his kiss, he lifted his hands above her, pressing his forearms against the wall behind them, so he towered over her.
The way he repositioned himself had Cheetara pinned to the wall, between a cold stone partition and his dizzying warmth that entrapped her. Her cherubic lips parted and granted him access to that delicious taste she kept hidden. Like some exotic tea. He tasted it on his tongue and in that moment, he knew that all he wanted to do was claim her again, then and there, a room bursting with distinguished guests—and Tygra—just a few feet away.
He pressed harder into her, driven by dark intent.
His hips connected with her pelvis, and Cheetara automatically went to drape one of her legs around his in a shameless attempt to draw him closer. It wasn't until now, as the pesky fabric clung to her thighs, that they both realized her dress was getting in the way of more important matters.
Lion-O pulled back from the kiss to properly assess the situation. He glanced down at her legs then looked up at Cheetara and grinned wickedly. The tips of his fingers touched the sensitive parts just behind her left knee. A little gasp escaped her lips as she felt his hand rise, pushing the soft fabric of her gown up along her thigh and teasing her silken fur along the way.
As his touch reached her hip, she was certain the enthusiastic pounding in her chest would be audible. But in that little bit of silence, the only thing they heard was the rumble of idle chatter threatening to erupt from the doors beside them. It suddenly reminded Cheetara that they weren't exactly somewhere private enough for what they were dying to do.
"Lion-O," she moaned, "is this really the best place to…? What if someone sees us?" She didn't quite know how to phrase it. The last time they found themselves together in a darkened corridor, they were far from any other people. Now they were dangerously close. He flashed her a dark, impish smirk.
"What if they do? What would they think, seeing the Lightning Fast Cleric being ravaged by the Future Emperor?" He leaned forward again and pressed his lips to her ear, the warmth of his breath causing her to stifle a lightheaded whimper. "Maybe they wouldn't see us at all. Maybe they would only hear you screaming my name…"
Simultaneously, he gave her thigh a sharp tug upward, so his hips ground more intimately against her, his lips came down on her and she felt the sharpness of his teeth graze her there. His actions elicited a surprised cry that melted into a soaking moan, and it pleased him. He smiled against her neck then whispered into her ear:
"What if Tygrasaw us, love? What would you do?"
Cheetara came out of her daze long to enough to say the first thing that came to mind.
"I would only hope that he watches while I beg you not to stop…"
He groaned with satisfaction, a deep rumble in his throat. His manhood throbbed achingly, confined by the snug cotton of his hakama, and reminded him that if he didn't pick up the pace, things would soon be painful.
"Oh, but wouldn't it be cruel to tease the Hero of Thundera like that?" he crooned mockingly. Cheetara gave a dry laugh.
Lion-O pulled away from her, his hand sliding along her smooth thigh once more as he allowed her leg to touch the floor at last. He took a step back, just to look at her. He was quiet as his eyes made a point to visit every inch of her, and a promising grin graced his lips.
Cheetara blushed a little under his scrutiny, but considering he had seen her wearing less, far less, she felt there was little reason to feel shy.
At last, it seemed Lion-O had made up his mind.
"Turn around," he asked simply. Cheetara hesitated, stared at him in curiosity.
"Why?"
Lion-O stepped forward again, and pressed a brief, reassuring kiss to her glistening lips, his hands coming up to touch her face.
"Be a good girl and face the wall, won't you?" he murmured against her mouth, "I promise…you'll like it." He added rather deviously.
Cheetara couldn't will herself to resist his charm a second longer. He gave her some space again, and she turned, crossing her forearms against the solid mass and rested her head on them, turning her face to watch Lion-O from the corner of her vision. He disappeared behind her, and she heard the soft rustle of heavy fabric. Sounds that made her soaking with blind anticipation.
Lion-O returned to her, his hands exploring her body for a moment, pulling her hips away from the wall a bit so his pelvis connected nicely with her shapely rear. Cheetara whimpered a little as the contact was considerably restricted by a thin layer of silk that still remained.
Lion-O chuckled in the dark and went about solving this crisis. He pulled the slippery fabric up from her knee towards her waist, his hands on either thigh performing their handiwork. Once the troublesome dress was out of the way, just enough that he could sneak underneath it and it wouldn't hinder his performance, he realized she hadn't been wearing anything beneath the gown. His fingers sought out warm soft flesh, expecting another obstacle to be removed, and he found himself a little surprised when they found their prize with very little effort.
"The silk felt so nice," Cheetara hummed, her head tipped over her shoulder, as though she knew was he was thinking, "I thought any undergarments would be…bothersome."
She smiled, looking like a minx, and Lion-O ached. He moved to free himself further, wanting nothing to be between them where it mattered most. A little gasp forced itself from Cheetara's throat when she felt him at last, the warm, solid length of him sliding effortlessly between her thighs, under her welcoming, pliable bottom. She heard him groan in her ear.
Lion-O placed his left hand on her thigh, grasping it just so and pulling it back around his hip, just enough to give him the leverage he needed so they were both comfortably situated. And more importantly to Lion-O, he had better access…
He pressed forward, their bodies meshed together perfectly, and with just the right tilt of his hips, he entered her from behind. Caught off guard, Cheetara couldn't stifle the moan that poured from her lips. Her whole body tightened for a moment, trying desperately to adjust as Lion-O's impressive girth filled her from the new angle.
As he drew out of her, slow and torturously, he brushed the mass of her wavy hair over her shoulder with his free hand, lowered his head and pressed his lips to the top of her spine. His name fell from her lips in a strangled moan and it threatened to undo him much faster than he anticipated. As he thrust back into her, long and deep, he continued to tease her with kisses, moving over her right shoulder toward her neck.
"Say it, Cheetara…tell me you're mine," his rough whisper caressed her ear. Before she could answer, she felt his right hand slip under her gown, over the front of her leg to that dripping apex between her thighs. Just as she opened her lips to speak, his long graceful fingers dove into her with expert precision, and she cried out.
She managed to choke out, "I'm only yours, Lion-O…only yours-!" before she completely lost the ability to form coherent sentences.
His fingers teased her aimlessly for a moment, before he found what he was looking for at last. His hips pressed into her firmly as she felt his thumb brush her hypersensitive clit. It sent a shock through her system, and caused her muscles to tighten around his buried shaft, eliciting a growl from her prince.
As he felt his release become increasingly imminent, his actions picked up their pace. However, his thrusts were still agonizingly slow, making sure he found his purchase within her as deep as physically possible. Cheetara bit back another whimper as Lion-O's fingers continued their assault on her delicate flesh, pinching and stroking until she was certain she would be entirely consumed by pleasure and she would black out completely.
Lion-O released her thigh and lifted his hand to the nape of her neck, knotting his fingers tightly her hair and tugging her head back, forcefully yet not intending to cause her pain. He tilted his head to the side and leaned down to capture her lips in a lust-fueled frenzy.
He continued the relentless rhythm, sheathing himself within her, until his need for breath caused him to draw back from her at last, releasing her plump lips. He was very nearly finished, and judging by the trembling he could feel inside of her, Cheetara was, too.
"Cum for me," he growled in her ear, the heat trapped between them driving him insane. He gave her clit a persuasive flick and she was done for. She moaned his name shamelessly, as if begging for permission, and her entire body shuddered like a dam ready to break. Lion-O bit down, where her shoulder met her pale neck, and she came hard, pulling him with her.
Lion-O felt darkness explode behind his eyes, and sensations began to run together. He heard his cleric cry out his name and the king's breath hitched in his elegant throat. He fought to keep composure as he spilled himself inside of her fluttering warmth, his fingers digging into whatever soft flesh they could find. A nearly primal, animalistic roar ripped itself from his chest and they collapsed into an intertwined heap on the ground.
The heavy silence was replaced by their laboring breathing, and the faint rumbling from the great hall behind them. When at last they caught their breath, Lion-O pulled Cheetara into his arms on the floor and pressed a series of affectionate kisses to her sweat-dampened forehead. The darkness draped itself around them comfortingly, and they were in no hurry to come out from underneath it.
At last, Lion-O murmured, his face buried in the soft waves of her hair, "As long as you're mine…"

Back in the great hall, a series of fanfares blared and Emperor Claudius appeared before his subjects. He stood atop a marble and onyx podium with his own cleric bodyguards stood behind him.
Even though the aging emperor rarely showed up for these social get togethers nowadays, no thanks to his health, he still had the roar and feeling of a king. Everyone, even down to the youngest of children, fell silent as the Emperor began to speak.
"Highest members of Thunderian society and everyone of the Senate, it is an honor to have you in my most humble establishment this evening." Claudus put weight in each word, and even though it was just his welcoming speech, he knew that the crowd hung on every word. "With the largest military force ever called upon in history of the Empire we are arriving at the turning-point of the war tomorrow. Each province and every family shares the same enthusiasm and vigor for this event."
Tygra looked around the crowd, trying to find Lion-O or Cheetara. He then noticed Lion-O and pushed his way to his brother's side. His all around appearance looked disheveled and messy for a future Emperor.
"What happened to you? You look terrible." Tygra said, keeping his voice barely above a whisper.
"Ran into this fine feline who wouldn't stop rubbing on me."
"Oh, so you finely found someone interesting. Do I know her?"
"You might."
"Well if you see her again, be sure to introduce me to her. I think it will be proper for her to meet the better brother."
"I will never understand your thirst for women, brother."
"You'll find out after father's speech." he gave is classic snarky smile.
"But this is our lastceremonybefore we send the troops to battle, so let's not discuss anything so inelegant this evening." Claudius lift a goblet filled with wine. "A toast, to victory!"
"Come on," Tygra pulled Lion-O through the mob of cheering aristocrats.
He followed his older brother around a maze of hallways. Lion-O looked out of the corners of his eyes, seeing shadows within shadows. Nikolia was not far behind.
Tygra finally stopped at one of the smaller ballrooms, one made for family gatherings then any social event. It was purposely set up to look like a midnight scenariomixed with some kind of dream setting.
A woman, a Puma, stood in the center of the room's domed space, wearing a beautiful pink dress that had a ruffled neck, the white ruffles opening like a flower beneath her chin, a formatting top that showed off her ample bust, and a huge hoopskirt that extended outward half a meter in all directions and came to the floor. She had very little paint on her face, simply enough to highlight her dark yellow eyes. Her brown and white hair had been curled for the occasion and piled atop her head elegantly.
Lion-O then noticed that there were chains that ran up from the floor and connected to cuffs around her wrists. And from the glazed look in her eyes, it seemed like this poor girl was just swimming in drugs.
"Tygra," Lion said, trying his best not to lash out at him. "Who is this?"
"This, dear brother, is your own personal concubine." he said, leaving out any detail on where she came from, how she got her or where Tygra found her. "I figure you need a... stress reliever now and again, and she seemed perfect. Be careful though, we had to drug her up a lot in order to make her presentable, so she'll more than likely be extremely feisty when she eventually snaps out of it. Have fun."
Lion-O just stood there with his jaw slightly ajar. All he thought was, "I'm screwed."

Author's Notes:
Hello everybody, I'm back for the time being. And.... what the hell is wrong with you?
Nikolia: Fuuko has put me in so many smut fics, I through out my back again!
How long can I give you?
Nikolia: Three... Four... Five chapters. I'll be good in five.
Maybe I can give you to Fuuko. Bet she's missing you.
Nikolia: Do that and I'll kill you.
Or maybe Tygra can sort out your back.
Nikolia: I hate you.
I hate you....?
Nikolia: God Mandalord...
At ease, Nik. At ease.
Later.
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