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Adult
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12
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Day 4 - Confessions
Chapter 8 - Day 4 - Confessions
Tygra lay quietly in the dark bedchamber of the cave, Cheetara sleeping soundly in his arms. He was unable to do so himself, his mind stressed so. Now he was awake in the dim light, restless and near despair. He had known their time together in this place would end quickly, but it did nothing to make him hate it any less. His heart choked at the thought of it, his stomach twisted in knots. His dislike of the notion of returning to the palace, to court, bordered on panic. When would he see Cheetara again? When could they make time? He couldn’t bear the thought of being without her, unable to see her, hold her. He looked down at her beautiful, sleeping face, so perfect next to him, her lovely chest rising and falling evenly. Part of a breast was peaking enticingly from under the covers, reminding him of their return from the lake. He had kept her busy for hours, exhausting her. Tygra loved to watch her sleep, her hand curved across his chest. Her slender legs were entwined with his, and he found he was utterly comfortable, loathe moving from this spot to save his life. Everything about her made his soul sing and his heart pound. Would that they could stay here like this forever, just the two of them. He knew that was unrealistic, but he wished it all the same. He didn’t want to return to all the hustle and bustle of the castle, to the mundane lifestyle of royalty. He didn’t need it, no longer wanted it. All he needed was her. Not a kingdom he would never rule, always in Lion-O’s shadow, not his so-called duties--just her. He loved her. The thought echoed in his mind with a certainty clearer than anything had ever been. He had not lied when he had whispered those words to her as he had made her body sing for him. Tygra loved Cheetara so much he felt he could choke on the enormity of it all. In truth, he had fallen a little in love with her the moment they had met. Now he was connected to her, chained to her irrevocably by his heart. He had to tell her, show her how he felt, before their fairytale came to an end.He leaned down, nuzzling her neck. She stirred, but did not wake fully. Tygra thought of waking her pleasurably, as he had on other occasions, but he wanted her to hear his words clearly when she first opened her eyes. He ran a large hand over her brow, pushing her disheveled hair from her face. Still, she slept. He finally leaned down and kissed her full on the lips, calling her name. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared at him with a sleepy smile. “Good morning,” she crooned, her voice husky. “Awake already?” She turned on her side, angling her body closer to him. Seeing how serious Tygra looked, her smile wavered. “Tygra, what’s wrong?” she asked. “Are you unwell?” “I’m fine,” he responded, unsure how to begin. “Cheetara, I want you to know that I have enjoyed our time here so much. I really hate that it’s about to end.” He began caressing her along her thigh, mulling over the right words to say. He was typically confident, but before her he was reduced to an insecure fool. “I care deeply for you,” he began. “More than I’ve cared for anyone. Going back to the palace is that much harder knowing that I won’t be able to see you like this, that you won’t be by my side.” Cheetara placed her hand over his. “Let us not think of that. I will be with the Clerics, yes, but not far from the palace. We can arrange something—“ “I love you,” Tygra blurted out, stopping her cold. “And I need you, Che. The thought of being unable to see you everyday makes me—“ It was Cheetara’s turn to stop him, and she did so with a kiss, hard and full of the emotion that burst forth from her. She remembered lying awake at the lake; her mind busy with what she had thought had been wishful thinking, a figment of her heart’s desire. She had only hoped the words she thought were softly murmured in her ear had been real. Now, he had confirmed her hopes, and she was ecstatic. Her arms crushed him to her, her mouth sealing over his. She felt his arms curve around her, his mouth responding to hers. They stayed in their embrace a few moments, before ending the kiss, their foreheads pressed together. Tygra grinned at her. “And here I was nervous for what your reaction would be.” Cheetara giggled. She had no words to describe how happy he’d made her. The last few days had floated by like a dream, but now she felt like there was something lasting, something eternal between them. They could be together… “I have loved you for so long, since way back when I first became a Cleric. I’ve always loved you.” She looked at her hands. “I was afraid to say so, because so much is expected of us due to our titles; me as a Cleric, you as a prince. We both carry heavy burdens. I did not want to add to yours.” Tygra raised her chin, suddenly serious. “You are never a burden. You are the best thing to happen to me since I can remember. Having you in my life makes all the frustrations and bitterness I have…no, had, insignificant. None of that matters anymore--only this.” He clutched her hands. “Only us. I want you to be mine, Cheetara…always.” Cheetara was speechless, her heart pounding and a blush forming across her cheeks under the pressure of his gaze. They sat for a moment in companionable silence. Then she spoke up. “So…how are we going to see each other once we return? Jaga expects me to be at my best, as he should, especially in light of giving me this much time off. The festival is nearly here as well and will take plenty of preparation.” The joy she had just felt was diminished by the reality of their situation. Tygra seemed confident. “We will find a way. Yes, our stations will take up the majority of our schedules, especially in preparation for the event. But no one will keep me from you.” He snuggled her closer to him, his mood lifted. “No more worrying. Let’s just enjoy the time we have left in this place, our place. Maybe we’ll come back here to get away some time. Now, kiss me.” Cheetara beamed at him. “By your command, my prince.” She rolled herself up and over him. She was giddy at the revelation that she would still be able to see Tygra, and that had excited her. It also gave her the perfect opportunity to try something she was curious of. She took his mouth, probing, her tongue seeking his out. Passion quickly flared between them, and he gladly returned the kiss, submitting himself to her ministrations as she ran her hand down his chest. He loved it when she took control, showed him how she desired him. He found her to be an enthusiastic lover, and knowing now that she loved him, as he did her, made every sensation, every brush of her skin against his, that much more intense. Her hands were followed by her mouth, her tongue and lips caressing a nipple, playfully nipping him. She was slowly, but steadily, working her way downward, running her mouth over the firm flesh over his ribs to the planes of his abs. She stopped to play her tongue around and in his navel, sending tingles up his spine. He realized what she was about to do. Tygra grasped her hand, stilling her. “You know, you don’t have to do that. I don’t expect it of you.” Cheetara smiled, emboldened. “Why ever not? You have done so for me many times over. Why should I not reciprocate?” Her face sobered. “I want to learn how to please you this way, Tygra. Please…let me.” Tygra could not deny the sincerity in her face, and so released her hand, his characteristic smile lifting his lips. “Then by all means, my lady, take me in hand and learn.” Cheetara grinned and continued. She began tentatively at first, learning how to touch him, to caress him. She was careful to watch his reactions, to gauge his breathing and expressions to see what caused the most satisfaction. Then pleasure began building within Tygra, radiating from his groin outward. It was a heady, nearly overwhelming feeling, and he laid his head back with a grunt. The sensation nearly doubled as Cheetara’s movements changed. Ahhh….. He looked down to find her happily sucking on him, her blonde head bobbing over him in increasingly faster succession. It was so good. His eyes rolled back, squeezed shut, his face grimacing as his hyper-sensitive tip struck the back of her throat, the muscles of her lips and soft palate stroking him. Her mouth was so wet, so hot. Tygra groaned as he tried to maintain control, leaning upward, watching as her sensuous lips engulfed him over and over, his length disappearing erotically. He bit his lip, tasting blood, which did nothing but whittle away at his already slipping control. He pulled a labored breath through gritted teeth. Shit. I thought she was supposed to be learning! She was driving him to ecstasy, his climax imminent. He hadn’t been this quick since adolescence! He had to stop her before she finished him. He gently grabbed a handful of her golden hair, applying a small bit of strength to pull her away. Her eyes opened, incredulous. “Why did you stop me?” Tygra shook his head, his eyes still closed as he explained. “I can’t have you ending the fun so quickly, now can I?” He tried to sound calm and collected, but his quickened breaths and shaking voice betrayed his true state. “Come here,” he purred, pulling her beneath him, taking control. His mouth covered hers as his hand grasped a breast, squeezing a nipple. He fed from her mouth eagerly, hand moving from her breast to caress her abdomen and hip. Cheetara moaned when his mouth clasped onto a breast, pulling at her roughly. The near-pain was arousing, made more so when she felt Tygra’s fingers caress the swollen lips of her sex. She writhed against him, eager for more, wanting him inside her, to end her torment. But he took his time, controlled the pace without haste. She clung to him, tried to reach for him, to wrap her hand around and pull him to her opening. But again she was thwarted when he grasped her wrist, pinning it to the bed. His domination was arousing, and her body went slack as she gave herself over to his whims. He was so good, so thorough and patient, so confident. It was such a thrill to be touched by him, loved by him. In the short time they had been here in their refuge, he had learned her body, the many ways to arouse and stimulate her. And he did so, expertly, each and every time. When he was sure he had calmed down enough to restrain himself, Tygra released Cheetara’s wrist so he could continue to play with her. His fingers traced around and then inside her wetness, causing a broken gasp to break from her. “You are so damned wet,” he growled. “You’re making it hard to go slow.” He was struggling to hold back, wanting to make this last. “Then don’t,” Cheetara said. “Please, Tygra.” She ran her hands down his back, resting them on his backside, pulling him towards her. “Fuck me. Please,” she implored. He never thought he would hear such words from her, a Cleric, so wanton and base. He grinned, realizing he liked it. He could never deny her anything, especially when she looked at him that way. So he let her guide him forward, sheathing himself deep within her warmth. She closed her eyes, her head tipping back, a long-suffering sigh escaping her lips. He brought his mouth to hers for a brief moment then moved down to her neck, nipping and teasing her. Grasping her hips in his hands, he began to thrust. Cheetara lifted to each push. Their rhythm was perfect, bringing them both the utmost pleasure. They continued on like this, Cheetara moaning, her thighs gripping Tygra ever tighter, until she felt her end looming. Tygra could feel her tightening around him, contractions beginning from deep inside her, massaging him. He changed his thrusts, making them longer, deeper, and harder as he felt himself start to come too. They rode the wave together, crashing down into rapture, but Tygra was not done. He clasped her between her neck and shoulder in his teeth, marking her as though it were their first time again, this time intentionally. Cheetara gasped, her orgasm made more intense by the pain. Her eyes shut tightly as she writhed against him. Tygra made sure to mark her well. It was foolish, but he didn’t care. She was his now, and he would make sure all of Thundera knew it. She was now visibly unavailable to all the males he had seen eyeing her so hopefully. Now, they would look upon her and know. Too late, he thought to himself, tenderly licking the blood from her wound. She’s mine. Afterward, they lay for a moment longer, wanting to draw out their last solitary moments together. Then, with reluctance, they rose to ready themselves for the journey back home. Neither looked forward to it, silent as they packed, their movements sluggish. Finally, their preparations were complete. As they moved to the entrance of the cave, she cast one last sad glance at the place that now came to be so special to the Cleric and her prince. I hope we make it here again… With that last thought, Cheetara rejoined a waiting Tygra to make their journey together back to reality.