Leon's Work (A Short Story)
Leon stared across the sun streaked land, the world painted bright hues of red, orange and yellow. Pink showed up here and there, but not often. It was still a beautiful sunset anyway. The desert like scenery before him wasn't what interested him, not really. What did interest him was the camp of bandits who'd been hired by a wealthy man to rob travelers and keep them away, so that the land owners who ran an Inn would be forced to declare bankruptcy and sell their land.
Not that he cared.
His only goal was to beat the living hell out of the bandits. Apparently, they'd started keeping all the profits and not turning them into their boss. There were forty of them, and not a damn one would be any fun, he was certain. At almost two hundred years old, Leon Leoparde (Leo-par-dey) was the best fist fighter in the world. He'd fought and beaten anyone and anything he'd ever come up against.
And this wouldn't be any different.
Taking a deep breath, he started strolling down the dune he'd situated himself on and towards the camp. The sentry's called out, trying to get him to stop. He yawned widely, displaying a set of fangs. Not canine fangs, but feline ones. Dainty but sharp. His eyes were the golden yellow of a leopard, pupils sharp slits and just as cold as the hunting cats. As the first sentry approached with his blade in hand, Leon ducked and lashed out with his fist, ramming it into the man's chin. He heard a nasty crack and the man was down for the count. More rushed him, hoping to over power him.
Needless to say, it didn't work.
He only smirked and then he moved. He was here, there, everywhere, to fast for the human eye to see. He grabbed them, ripping them apart---figuratively, of course. He wasn't a killer, just a fighter-for-hire. Within minutes, the entire camp was full of unconscious, or barely conscious, men. He snorted and padded his way through the camp, making sure he'd gotten them all. As he opened one of the tents, he found a surprise.
A beautiful woman lay tied up, naked. She whimpered as she saw him, fear on her features. He sniffed the air, but caught no scent of sex. So, she hadn't been violated yet. He padded over and knelt down, gently untying her. "There, there, don't worry. I'll take you away from this place." he soothed, his voice a deep, rumbling growl. To much time in leopard form would leave you with attributes from the creature. His eyes, fangs and voice were proof of that.
She blinked in surprise, wide green eyes wary. "W-what? You mean...you...you aren't one of them?" she breathed, swallowing.
"No. I was hired to teach them a lesson. They're all...sleeping it off." he smirked, fangs flashing. The brunette gave a tentative smile as she was released. She looked around, trying to cover herself with her hands. He chuckled and took off his jacket, offering it to her. She stared at his bare torso, which was rippled with muscle, and covered in scars. Once she was dressed, somewhat, at least, he lead her outside.
"How...are we getting to town? My husband will be very worried..." she said quietly.
"Walking, of course." he drawled. "Its only about five or six hours east. Come on, doll, I'll even let you piggy back if you want."
She blushed, holding her head up. "I'll walk, thank you." she said curtly, turning and heading in the eastern direction. He laughed and followed, his golden eyes traveling her slender, muscular body. It was pitch black that night, and she finally got to tired to go on. They stopped for the night and he piled together some dried tumble weeds. He lazily pointed his finger at them and a fire flamed to life. She gasped, drawing his attention to her.
"You can do magic?" she breathed, eagerness in her gaze.
"Yeah, what about it, doll?"
"I've always wanted to learn magic. Could you show me how?" she asked, scooting closer to him. He smirked, seeing an opportunity.
"Maybe. But maybe you could thank me for saving you first, hm?" he purred, leaning down and kissing her suddenly. She whimpered and tried to pull back but his powerful arms went around her. He pushed her to the ground, mouth hungrily working against hers. She moaned, slowly giving in to his demands. He gripped her legs, pushing them up and apart so his hips could settle against her naked pussy. "You want it." he rumbled, tongue flicking across her lips.
"Y-Yes...." she panted. "I....please...."
He gave a small growl of feral delight and stripped her of his jacket, leaving it beneath her so that she wouldn't get too dirty. He jerked his jeans open and removed his hardened cock. She gasped, swallowing the saliva that suddenly pooled in her mouth. His cock was curved so that he actually rested in the dip of his hip. And big, so big. She shifted, feeling another juice pool in her nether regions. She wanted to taste him first, though. As he moved to mount her, she moved to her knees, stopping him in mid-motion. He watched as she gave him a sultry smile and lowered her mouth to his cock. Her soft tongue teased over the soft skin of his shaft, teasing around the head. He growled, his hand going to the back of her head. She played over him slowly, tasting every inch of him before finally taking him into her mouth.
He snarled, head tipping back as he thrust himself into her mouth and throat. She made small choking sounds, but didn't try to pull away. In fact, she began sucking hungrily as he pumped himself into her hard and fast. He panted softly, enjoying the feeling of her soft, hungry mouth, the slightest graze of her teeth and her lashing tongue. He shuddered, and gripped her hair hard, earning a whimper from her. He jerked his hips, forcing himself as deep as he could go, and poured his scalding seed down her throat. She drank him down, but ended up coughing a little as he pulled out. She licked her lips, wiping away spittle and thicker things from her chin. His cock was at half mast, still, but it didn't take but a thought to get him fully hard again.
"Turn around." he growled, skin shivering with energy. He didn't think he'd be able to control himself this time. He was so close to shifting that he could feel his beast, his animal shape, trying to push out of his skin. She turned obediently, pressing her ass back towards him invitingly. He leaned over her, pressing the head of his cock against her dripping pussy, and rammed into her. She screamed, the curve nature of his cock meaning he instantly hit her g-spot, without ever even trying. An orgasm rushed over her body, but he didn't stop. He began pounding into her, pushing her over the edge again and again, even as his nails turned into claws and his body began to shift. Her screams were a lovely thing, pushing his beast, his body, over the edge of reason.
Without warning, his head went back as he roared his release. Fur flowed over his back, his arms, and body. His bones shifted and he actually grew about two feet taller. Both of them collapsed, her from pleasure and he from exhaustion. Both were satisfied. She turned in his arms and looked at him, eyes glazed with please. "Y-You're...a....s-shift..-er..." she panted, unable to catch her breath. He nodded, not even going to try and talk. She smiled and snuggled up to him, falling asleep almost instantly.
He couldn't help but smile. He got paid twice. Once in cash, and the second time in flesh. Good deal.
The next day, they got back to town, him back in human form and her wrapped firmly in his jacket. The wealthy man that paid him thanked him graciously for his work and the return of his wife.
If only he knew.