Deadly Heat: chapter one - Fiery Challenge
The night edged along, and Zena's patience waned with it. The heat returned twice already, and each time Alec took her with increasing force. She was painfully sore, bruised in more places than she could count, and he had reopened the lacerations on the flesh between her shoulders.
She wanted to scream, wanted to roar out her misery and frustration as the Heat once again tore through her mind and body. She was determined to ignore it this time, her eyes fixing Alec with a dangerous stare as he tried to come to her side once again. Her fangs bared in warning, the rasping hiss that tore itself from her throat made him pause and watch her warily.
Alec knew this would happen eventually as the night progressed. Sometimes females in heat slip into a wild state of mind, their rational thought stolen from them in the burning fever that wracked her body. A male had to be extra careful at this stage. It not only signaled the final heat that the female would enter for this turning, but also the female could easily kill the male that tried to copulate with her. Things were crucial now... he could leave her be, but the torture of the heat would be all the worse if he did.
He watched her as she paced restlessly, her gaze never leaving his reclining form. If she didn't come to him, he would eventually have to go to her, and take her by force if he had to. He winced at the thought not only knowing what she could do to him... but finally realizing what he could do to her. Unlike most of the big cats, The Males were bigger than the females when it came to the Feline races. He easily outweighed her in full cat form by about a hundred pounds.
He looked up when he noticed that Zena had stopped pacing. She was sitting on her haunches, her head hanging abjectly so that her nose nearly touched the earth under her paws. Even in the dark he could see she was trembling.
"You promised it would go away...." She cried, the misery in her voice was almost too much to bear.
"I'm sorry... I hadn't realized you had just started into the Heat when I found you. But in all pure honesty, this should be the last of the fever; it will break once and for all this last time. Till next turning that is..." He purred softly, trying to ease her anger. She made a small desperate sound then half protest, half plea.
"A fever..." she murmured. "Yes...that's quite astute... if I wait, it will break and go away... I need only wait." She ranted as she resumed her pacing.
"If you wait and ride it out, the heat will only get worse through the night, till you finally collapse with exhaustion. We can end it now." He said, still making no move.
Her head snapped up, teeth bared in warning. But this time he wasn't going to heed that warning, he had waited long enough. He pushed himself to his feet, and walked over to her.
"Change...." He growled his hand reaching down to rub his cock, already hard. She hissed at him, and backed up a pace.
"I said, change." He hissed back, as he dropped to his hands and knees, to become level with her, to prove to her that he needn't be in such a dominating position that he could take her with little effort.
"I can take you in that form if you insist, but it will only be worse for you." He growled, his face contorting, becoming more bulky, his shoulders and arms reforming a bit, becoming more muscular, the claws lengthening into deadly daggers. The fear in her gaze peaked, and her ears lay flat against her skull. He backed her up till she had no where to go, a sheer drop-off to the right, the rock shelf behind her, and him blocking her escape.
"Make this easier on both of us. Change...." He growled as he advanced. She cowered, trembling as the fever reached a new pitch. "Change form before I decide you have no choice...." He was growing frustrated now... the scent of her heat was driving him as wild as she was.
She finally lowered her head, and changed as he had ordered. She was shaking, trembling with fear. He changed with some effort, and walked towards her.
"Come on Zena... I am not trying to harm you. You know that. The heat does things to our minds, drives us wild, and turns us into them. Once this is over, everything will become clear again." The harshness was gone from his voice, and he reached out. When she looked up at him, there were tears in her eyes.
He moved to her side, murmuring soft nonsense and her gently wiped the tears away. He was about to kiss her when a sound made him turn. Another feline stood in the shadows. A male, a little younger than Alec himself was. This was as dark in color as Zena was his eyes were a bright, burning gold. His gaze at first was all for Zena, his head obviously filled with her scent. Then he seemed to become aware of Alec.
The roar of challenge was unmistakable as the stranger paced forward, changing to his full cat form. Alec pushed Zena behind him, wary of this new competitor. He was definitely feline, not your run of the mill cat. The scream of challenge was issued again, if Alec didn't respond he'd repudiate any claim he had on Zena. Finally he turned from her, Changing as he did. He roared his own claim, watching the newcomer with trepidation.
The newcomer had traveled far once he caught scent of the female, and found she was already with another. But he was young, arrogant and too confident that he could take this golden jaguar with little repercussions. Without warning he sprang at Alec, catching the larger jaguar off guard, and sending them both tumbling head over tail, biting and clawing for domination.
Zena cowered against the shelf of rock, feeling the cold stone against her back and felt the heat within her raise to a fevered pitch. She desperately wanted it to end, but as she watched Alec and the stranger fight, she felt the heat grow even hotter, as if their fights triggered something else in her genetic make-up. She watched with dismay as the smaller black dealt Alec a powerful blow to the jaw, sending the golden jaguar flying, to land in an unconscious heap near the ledge.
The younger male was panting, blood oozing from the dozen or so lacerations around his neck and shoulders. It was then that the gravity of the situation came clear to Zena, as she watched this strange male approach her. His nature and the way he held himself told her he was like them, and would force her into submission. Her gaze flitted to Alec as panic again welled in her stomach, making her feel ill. All the same the heat welled so that her body betrayed her heart.
He growled, and changed. He was beautiful in a cold way. His golden eyes the color of the metal, cold and unyielding. She found herself unable to move of her own accord as he reached her side. It was when he reached out to tease one nipple that her paralyzed mind was shocked into action. A sharp hiss was the only warning that precluded the strike of her claws across his arm.
He barely flinched, but his growl of anger was enough. She tried to scramble away, but he caught her ankle in one powerful hand. He dragged her towards him and forced her onto her back. Using his weight to pin her down, he forced his throbbing penis into her mouth. She coughed and gagged, but he didn't relent. She gasped as her body once again betrayed her as his tongue rasped along her clitoris. The Heat only burned stronger as he did this, teasing her without mercy. She was tempted to bite down on his cock, but his constant ministrations made it hard to think.
As Alec had done, he forced her to her hands and knees, pinning her with his weight, his hands resting on her shoulders as he entered her. Her cheekbone was bruised as her head was pinned to the ground. She gasped, as he was bigger than Alec had been. His claws bit into her back as he began to move, at first slow and deliberate, then increasing in speed. She tried to pull away, swearing to herself when this was over he would regret every motion. Her claws dug furrows into the earth with each thrust, all the time imagining she was tearing into his gut.
Abruptly he was gone, dragged away from her. She scrambled forward, her icy gaze turned towards the younger male. Alec was there, his claws tearing into the male's back, his teeth biting deeply into the male's neck. It is said that a jaguar can bite through the spine of a deer, and Alec proved it, by severing the spinal cord of the impudent male, killing him instantly.
Alec staggered a handful of steps towards her as he dropped the body of the male, before collapsing to his knees. Without thinking, Zena moved to his side. Her hands lightly traced each laceration, then carefully she licked the dirt and half-dried blood away, cleaning each scratch and cut. He relaxed slowly under her ministrations, as she forgot temporarily of her own discomfort. It was only when she met his eyes that the she was uncomfortably reminded of the fever that raged her body. Her gaze dropped to stare at his sill-evident erection. She seemed fascinated by it, memorized by the single drop of wetness on it.
He reached forward and kissed her, his hand cupping around the back of her head. Zena relaxed into the kiss, even while her body burned with the need that grew all the more intense. She leaned down and took him into her mouth, her touch making Alec groan. Zena pulled away and lapped again at the worst of the claw marks on his chest, and then reached up, taking his throat in her jaw. He froze, but didn't pull away, proving to her that he trusted her explicitly. Her teeth closed lightly against his flesh, an act that would have inspired terror in a sensible being.
Alec waited, his heart gave a painful double beat when her teeth closed momentarily on his throat, knowing very well that she could tear his throat out without much effort, but he remained still. Finally he spoke. "If it is my death you wish, you have it..." His voice was a gruff purr, and that was what she was waiting for, and she pulled away, her tongue rasping the flesh there as she pushed him back.
She pinned him with her weight and he noticed a mischievous glint in her eyes. His hands rubbed her arms, as she began to tease him, lowering her onto him slowly, barely an inch before pulling away, making him groan. This was torture for her as well, as much as she tried to hide it. She shivered in anticipation each time she lowered herself, taking a little more of him inside each time, only to nearly cry in desperation as she forced herself to pull back, gaining satisfaction as his moans grew more desperate.
"Holy Light, Zena, You possibly can't keep torturing me this way can you?" He gasped as she pulled away again. In response, she closed her teeth again on his throat, and he groaned. A rumbling purr that she could feel against her tongue. Tightening her grip just a hair, she lowered herself again, this time taking him all. He growled and rocked with her as she rode him. In effort to help her, he slipped his hand where they met, and rubbed at the nodule there, making her gasp, releasing his throat. She was purring, interrupted occasionally by soft moans.
With his ministrations, She climaxed quickly, and he groaned as her insides clenched him tightly, and he dug his claws into his palms to maintain control. He reclaimed his dominance while she was still trembling with her orgasm, lifting her off of him, and had her kneeling before him. Wanting to make it last, he lay on his back, his head between her legs, licking and nuzzling. The heat flared instantly, making her gasp in its intensity. Carefully, he sheathed his claws, and inserted a single finger into the hot, wet, tight folds.
Her cry of pleasure was instantaneous, as he slowly moved his fingers, then inserting two instead of one. She began to rock on her knees, his fingers quite wet from her arousal. His tongue still worked at her clitoris, taking her to that edge making her balance that knife-edge of pleasure. He kept his fingers inserted, as she could no longer support her weight on her arms, and collapsed to her elbows, her gasps and purrs growing in intensity. But this was the last heat for quite some time, and she wouldn't be this receptive for some time, so he was going to draw it out. He continued with the two fingers inside her, using a third on the same hand to tease her clit, while his tongue rasped against her anus. He withdrew the hand already wet, and switched hands, using the wet one to tease her anus, slowly, carefully inserting one lubricated finger inside.
Her cries became desperate, as he began to tease both openings, he moved slowly, as much as he wanted to bring the release she sought, he enjoyed her endless pleasure. He leaned forward, abandoning her clit to whisper in her ear.
"Do you want me now?" He asked.
Nothing more than a wordless plea was issued from her lips, her eyes closed in ecstasy. He smiled, but didn't move to enter her.
"Come on now... you flat out refused me before. Do you want me now?"
"Alec...please...." She gasped. He smiled, but he wasn't quite ready.
"Beg...." He growled.
"Please! Please don't torture me anymore... I'm sorry, the heat is driving me wild, I want you! End it please!" She gasped, crying now.
"Shhh. no need to cry now..." he purred, wiping her tears away, and licking them off his claw. He leaned back, and guided his full shaft into her core. Her cry of pleasure was instant, and he pushed himself till his penetration was complete, holding himself there, reveling in the feel of her around him. He pulled back slowly, then surged forward in a cadence that timed the next few moments till he came with a tremor that ran through his entire body. He held her tight to him, ensuring the final coupling would take hold.
Her second orgasm was cataclysmic in comparison to the first, and she roared as her claws tore into the earth, feeling him fill her, his seed going deep. She collapsed then, her head pillowed by her arms, as he disengaged from her, his shaft glistening wet and growing soft. He curled up behind her, and cradled her submissive form. "There's probably little doubt that you'll bear my cubs now." He murmured.
Her only response was a silken purr.