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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 7 - Day 3 - Lessons
Tygra and Cheetara crested the hill overlooking Lake Pantera. The light of the early morning son danced across the surface of the water, adding to its otherworldly feel.
Giant ferns, trees, and other foliage bordered the lake on nearly every side. A small beach was visible near the Eastern edge however, and this was where they headed.
They had set off before the sun crested the horizon, wanting to get to the lake early to start Tygra’s swim lesson. It was unknown whether other Thunderians frequented the area, so they figured going early would minimize chances of encountering anyone.
Tygra certainly wanted no audience to what he was increasingly sure would be an awkward, embarrassing day for him. He also did not want them harangued with questions from nosy citizens, who would no doubt wonder at his relationship with a relatively unknown cheetah.
Cheetara assured him that all would go well and that, as a tiger, he would be able to draw on his natural, if not buried, affinity for water. He remained skeptical, though he gleaned some hope from her confidence.
They reached the beach and laid down their belongings, spreading a large blanket down near the tree line.
“Well, that was a nice little walk,” Cheetara said as she reached into their basket to pull out a block of cheese and some bread. “Why don’t we have breakfast, and rest a little before we start?”
Tygra agreed. “I just hope you’re ready to have your work cut out for you. After finding that I wasn’t very good at the swimming thing, I quit. That was when I was an adolescent. I just concentrated on what I was good at, having no motivation to struggle at tasks that I wasn’t.”
Cheetara smirked at him. “So you flaked in the face of a challenge did you? That doesn’t sound like my Tygra.” She continued looking through the basket, not seeing the smile that lit Tygra’s face.
She said, my Tygra, he thought triumphantly. He tried to smother the silly grin before she could notice.
After eating, Cheetara began explaining the basics of swimming. “We have to wait a while to digest before we enter the water. Otherwise, you may cramp up while trying to swim. Being successful at swimming mostly depends on your ability to float, and stay calm. The latter is the more important of the two, I would say.”
Tygra watched her, amazed at her change in demeanor when she was in instructor mode. She was so eloquent and professional, focused and utterly beautiful. And so mine, he thought gleefully.
He watched her mouth, longing to stop her talking with a kiss, take advantage of her on the beach, and forget the lessons. He could lay her down, here on the blanket; make love to her to the sounds of a new day, the lake their only witness…
“Are you listening to me, Tygra?” Cheetara asked peevishly. He reluctantly pulled half-lidded eyes from her delectable lips to see her glowering at him. “This is important information, you know. I would think you’d take it more seriously.”
He slid over the small distance between them to sit at her side, wrapping an arm around her waist. “I’m perfectly serious, I promise. It’s just that my instructor is so distracting, I can’t seem to help myself.”
He tilted her chin up, leaning in to take her lips in a heated kiss. Cheetara responded, her hand moving up near his ear. As he tried to deepen the kiss however, she pulled back.
“Uh-uh,” she said, shaking her head and moving out of reach. “You’ll only get that when you know how to swim. Call it…extra motivation.” She laughed at Tygra’s crestfallen face. “Perhaps now you’ll take it a bit more seriously, hmm?”
Tygra pouted. How cruel of her, to torture him this way. “Then I guess we had best get this lesson started.” He grabbed a bite of bread, mulling over the possibility of making Cheetara lose her resolve.
A sidelong glance at her revealed she was quite serious, unfortunately. He accepted his fate with a sigh. Guess I’ll have to work for it.
                                                            ~~~o0o~~~
Tygra shivered as he entered the frigid water. The sun had only crept a small bit higher, so the lake was not the friendliest temperature for swim lessons. Having on a pair of light breeches did absolutely nothing to shield him, so he was sure Cheetara’s swimwear provided even less protection.
She had chosen a breast binding and Cleric practice pantaloons to swim in. Though they hugged her curves enticingly, Tygra was concerned. He didn’t want her to suffer a cold injury on his behalf.
Despite his worries, Cheetara seemed untroubled by the frigid water, quickly dunking her head under, coming up smoothly. She peered at Tygra, complete with his shaking, in amusement.
“Oh, come on. It’s not that bad!” She glided over to him, running her hand over his brow. “Dip yourself under as I did, and you’ll be instantly used to the temperature.”
Tygra glowered at her, certain she was insane. He did as she said however, and was surprised to find he was no longer cold. The lake was still cool, of course, but he was now warm enough to focus on things other than the many reasons not to learn to swim today.
“Are you ready to begin?” Cheetara asked, noting his improved disposition. When he nodded, she ushered him further out into the lake to a depth that came to their waists.
“The first thing you must learn is how to float.” She began to speak about how the lungs were a natural life preserver, how an individual whose lungs were filled with air usually would not sink.
She demonstrated this by inhaling and gently laying back in the water, letting it hold her up while she blissfully closed her eyes.
“You see,” Cheetara continued. “All you have to do is work with the water, not against it. If you are in harmony with the water, it will hold you gently. If you are not however, it will give, and you will fall beneath the surface. Most drowning takes place when a swimmer panics, fighting the water, sinks, and is unable to re-emerge to breathe.”
She spread her arms, pulling them back along her body, propelling herself gently across the surface. “But if one relaxes, swimming can be a perfectly safe, fun experience, as you see.”
Tygra observed her, genuinely interested. She made it look so easy. Surely swimming was not as difficult as it had seemed all these years. Determined to try, he held his arms loosely at his sides, filled his lungs with air, lay back…and promptly sank like a stone.
He came back up, sputtering, and Cheetara’s hands grabbed him under his arms to assist him to his feet. “What happened?” Tygra coughed. “I inhaled, relaxed…?”
“You have to remember that you are a large cat, with more muscle mass than fat. Your build is therefore not very buoyant. So you have to move in a way that works with the makeup of the water.”
Tygra stared at her, utterly confused. “What in thunder does that mean?”
“It means you can’t force the water to hold you. If you behave like a stone, carelessly crashing into the water, you will sink like one. Let us move to a deeper depth.”
They moved further still out from the bank. Tygra began to feel uncomfortable again as the water now came to his chest.
“Now, with more water to hold you, gently leaning back should prove less counter-productive,” Cheetara cruised up behind him, running her hands up along his back and shoulders. “You have such a broad back the water didn’t have a chance,” she giggled.
Easing away before her hands could roam, she moved back around to his front, the water nearly too deep for her to touch the bottom. “Okay now, try again.”
Tygra obeyed, filling his lungs and relaxing his tense shoulders before lowering himself a bit further down and leaning back. This time he was caught up by the water, and found himself staring at the peace of the lightening sky.
He was floating! He experimentally moved his arms, finding that the movements determined which direction he would turn. A smile broke on his face as he realized he was swimming, sort of, for the first time.
Cheetara watched the wonder bloom on Tygra’s face. This was something she always loved about instruction, whether it was meditation, martial arts, or even swimming. The excitement and triumph expressed by her “students” when they mastered a skill was what made it all worth it.
Tygra’s handsome face was relaxed and confident. She was happy for him, but also extremely relieved. When they had gone out to deeper water, Cheetara had wondered how difficult it would be to rescue a drowning, distressed cat of his size.
Thankfully, he was taking to the floating well, being a quick learner. Now it was time to teach him actual swimming. She reached over and clutched one of his hands. Tygra opened an eye, smile still in place.
“Very good! Now that we’ve mastered floating, it’s time to learn how to actively swim. You are able to swim along the surface or under if you like.”
With that, she submerged herself as Tygra placed his feet back on the lakes bottom. The water was undisturbed afterwards, pristine even. He wondered if she had begun to swim to the beach.   Looking in that direction, he was startled when Cheetara surfaced behind him.
She laughed when he started, finding it amusing to sneak up on him. “Ready?” He nodded, no longer bothered by her ability to catch him off guard. He trusted her at his back.
For the next few hours, with intermittent breaks, Cheetara schooled Tygra on surface swimming, both on his stomach and back, diving and swimming underwater, and various techniques.
Tygra was embarrassed that he had not tried harder to master swimming, seeing how he enjoyed it as much as he did. But she reassured him that his reaction to something he feared he would fail at was common. It was conquering that fear that was not.
They retired to the bank, both admittedly exhausted. The sun was only just past the center of the sky, giving them plenty of daylight left. Tygra was extremely grateful Cheetara had taken the time to instruct him.
He was especially so, because not once had she made any remarks about his shortcomings. Her patience and expertise at instructing others had made learning an easy, positive experience. Swimming was actually fun!
Cheetara was impressed by how quickly Tygra had learned. He was a fine student, attentive and inquisitive. He watched her intently when she would demonstrate and was not afraid to ask questions, no matter how simple he thought them.   Today had been a productive day.
It had also been exhausting. Swimming was an excellent exercise judging by the soreness already setting into his muscles, and Tygra looked forward to more practice.
As they lay on the blanket, soaking up the midday sun and letting themselves dry, he glanced sideways toward Cheetara. She was laying back, her eyes closed, unaware of the vision she made. She was so beautiful.
Tygra was stricken with the sudden need to touch her, to feel her skin against his. Fatigue forgotten, he brought himself to lie next to her, a caressing hand running along her stomach to the binding that hid her breasts from him.
Cheetara opened her eyes at his touch and raised her hand to his descending face. Their kiss was tender, yet eager on both their parts, having abstained from any such behavior for what seemed like forever (only just after waking that morning).
She ran her hands up behind Tygra’s head, scraping her claws over his nape into his scalp. She had been so tired only moments ago it had seemed. Now her body was energized, revitalized by the thought of finally laying with Tygra again in this wondrous place.
As he levered his body more over hers, Tygra’s hand went to the hem of her binding, slowly pushing it up and over her breasts. He rested his palm on her, kneading her flesh and tickling her nipple.
Small shudders shook her, and moaned into his mouth, arching more into him. She was frantic, needing the taste of him, and he opened to her questing tongue, her arms holding him tightly. She found that her passion for Tygra made her bold at times, much to his pleasure.
The situation quickly increased in fervor on both their parts. What started as caresses and fondles devolved into pure need.
He attempted to remove her swimming breeches, but they were still damp, and it proved difficult. He soon became frustrated at this, and it wasn’t long before she heard the unmistakable sound of ripping fabric.
The feel of the cool air told Cheetara that her garment had been rent asunder, revealing her sex to him. Tygra continued, undaunted, unapologetic. He was already between her thighs, spreading her, pressing his fingers into her opening, testing her readiness as she gasped into his mouth.
He began rubbing himself against her, overtaken by lust, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused. She decided to help him. Slipping her hands over his buttocks, Cheetara hooked her thumbs into his own breeches, sliding the damp cloth over him with some effort.
She was able to work them down enough to feel his hard length come free to rest between their bodies. She heard Tygra’s voice, a deep growl against her chest. “Put me in,” he entreated her roughly, his forehead resting against hers, their heavy breaths mingling.
Cheetara obliged him, reaching her small hand down to grasp him. She still was taken aback at how large he was and that she was able to receive him without difficulty. Her thumb and fingers could not fully encircle him.
She guided him to her center. When he could feel her moisture enveloping his tip, Tygra restrained himself just long enough to place a kiss on her lips and rub his nose against hers before he finally buried his face into her neck and thrust deep.
He drove himself in to the hilt, over and over again, each plunge providing an ecstasy he had never experienced with another female. Cheetara’s body was the perfect complement to his own, the one he craved beyond anything.
As their rhythm began to pick up, Tygra reached a hand between them to fondle her clit, causing her to cry out. His hands were magical, able to draw out every sensation, every reaction from her body.
She felt his mouth working at her throat, sucking and licking, nipping. Her head was spinning. This feeling was amazing, terrifying, gratifying, all at the same time. He held absolute mastery over her body, and she didn’t know if she loved or hated the fact. All she could do was hold onto him, lest she be lost.
His hips were pounding her now, fucking her deep, driving her headlong into orgasm. She wanted to hold on, to climax with him, but it was too much, too good.
Cheetara shook violently, her heels digging into Tygra’s backside with the impact of the pleasure bending her body. Oh, God. “Tygra..! I can’t…I’m gonna…I can’t!”
He did not slow. He could feel her body changing, tightening around him gloriously. He knew she was close. He brought his mouth to her ear, stretching one of her legs up by his hip. “Come for me, Che,” he breathed, quickening his pace even more. “Come.”
As though by his command, her body went up in flames, exploding into a million pieces as her orgasm crashed into her. Her hips shook, head flying back as her back arched up, her gasping moans echoing off the small beach.
Tygra followed after her, finding precious release within her, kissing the line of her jaw near her ear before gripping her neck, his grunts rough and harsh.
                                                                        ~~~o0o~~~
Cheetara laid there, a worn out, a nearly sleeping Tygra sprawled across her body, her eyes wide. She was shocked, and not only from the amazing sex. She had heard words, or thought she had--words she knew carried weight. Maybe I was hearing things…
Surely she was hearing things? Perhaps she had gotten caught up in the moment, and her wishful thinking had played tricks on her ears?
Maybe he hadn’t meant it, merely uttered them in a moment of passion. Still…that’s what she thought she had heard..? She replayed it through her head.
He had bent towards her ear, his climax still fresh on him, body sweaty. She had felt the warm heat of his release within her, his hands gripping her hips.
He had whispered the words, the words she thought she had heard--words she would never forget, if she had indeed heard them.
Cheetara closed her eyes and remembered them.
A breathy voice…a mouth, his mouth...by her ear. A sweetly muttered phrase.
I love you…
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