Were-Tigress Ch. 05b

Her fingers closed around my waist, her claws penetrated tender skin there. The scream that began in the center of my lungs became a shout as it rose, became a groan, a moan, a gasp, a sigh, a whimper, all before leaving my throat. Pleasure intensified twice, thrice, my body relaxing, mind more completely gone every ineffable moment. Her perfect arms snaked higher alongside me, Her divine mouth still oscillating my captured cock to rapturous extremity. She rested Her perfect hands on my chest, the points of Her claws flexing, my body alert to their danger, their potential, ready to react before my conscious mind ever could, but She was gentle, gentle, as my mind swirled deeper and body relaxed even further into this rapturous maelstrom.

She growled, a tigress' deep rumbling growl, not loud. The frequency, the vibration, seemed to collect in my balls, stimulating, Her perfect lips resonating them. This was euphoria, sensory overload beyond anything I could've ever conceived, beyond anything I could've suspected *anyone* could conceive, and Her swirling, tumbling, searing pleasure held, focused, suspended me. It went on ... and on ... and on. And then Her divine claws and perfect fingers left my chest, one perfect wrist twisting, pausing, Her perfect growl now augmented by a humming sigh through Her nose that penetrated straight to my brainstem.

Three of Her perfect fingertips tapped my chest.

"Oh Goddess," I husked through haze, fog, spinning tumbling drift.

Two of Her perfect fingertips tapped my chest. Her humming, permeating sigh was rising slightly in pitch.

"Oh Goddess, oh Woman," I whispered. So deep, so entranced, transfixed, captured.

Her fingers rose from my chest, paused, holding me suspended, relaxed in rapturous encompassing joy.

Anticipating. I felt Her divine wrists move slightly, then ... [DOUBLE SNAP]

And my world detonated in pleasure, held me there, suspended in light, defined pure perfect pleasure. Caught painfully, euphorically, inextricably tight within Her rippling perfection, on and on. I hadn't ejaculated, and yet it felt completely, bemusedly right.

Three of Her perfect fingertips tapped my chest.

"Ohhhhhh Goddess!"

Two of Her perfect fingertips tapped my chest. She flexed the points of Her divine claws into me.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!! Godddddesssss!!"

[DOUBLE SNAP]

My world, still rocking in Her perfect orgasm, splintered, shattered, exploded even more intensely, impossible to measure, timeless in Her divine radiance.

I floated in overwhelming pleasure, on and on, aware of nothing beyond what She was making me feel, but eventually Her sounds diminished, the oscillation of Her throat and tongue gentled and stopped, Her tongue, lips, teeth released my shaft, Her thighs released my feet, spread below them.

"Your orgasm ends now," She whispered, and it did instantly, smoothly, effortlessly. I had not ejaculated at all. "You're becoming such a good slave," She whispered even more quietly, perhaps even gratefully, and I was bathed in another flow of radiant pleasure at Her praise.

"Drift, little moth," She said, and I did. She went into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, drank half, dampened a clean dish towel with warm water, brought two footstools. She had me sit to drink the rest of the water and dabbed the towel tenderly at the blood trickling from my newest punctures. "My sweet little moth," she said, shaking her head slightly, reverently, "that was so good. My new form is so powerful, so potent, everything I'd ever wanted and so much more. This is so good for me you can't begin to imagine, and I'm sure it's been even better for you, though we'll find out soon enough. We won't have much more time here, probably not enough to complete the process I've started with you; your family and neighbors and the police are becoming agitated, but we can finish later, elsewhere." She took a deep, unsteady breath. "You should know that I'm becoming very fond of you, and I'm enjoying this so, so much," she said, stroking my jaw, the cheeks she'd wounded in Minneapolis, my eyes lost in hers. "Lie back down, lovely little moth," and of course I complied immediately, still blissfully floating, drifting in Her divinity, completely unaware of anything but what She told me.

She put a footstool on each side of my hips, straddled my left leg, lowered herself until the tops of her enormous soft breasts flowed into and surrounded my balls and shaft, nibbled my cock head gently with sharp, sharp teeth. Lowered hands and forearms to the footstools, raised her hips, slowly walked them higher toward me, enveloped my cock in her soft, superhuman mouth, then slowly, effortlessly raised her legs toward the ceiling, toes pointed like an Olympic diver, my hard cock sliding between her mammoth breasts as they passed over and around it, then used the smooth back of her middle claws to push me fully back into her bountiful cleavage. She tongued my cock head from her mouth, kissing it with suction as it came free, then turned her head sideways so I could better hear Her perfect instructions.

"If you think what I've already done to you today was heavenly, you are not going to believe how much better it's about to get," she said. "Your next lesson: total submission to My perfect pussy, My divine vagina, even more powerful than My perfect breasts and mouth, the very center of my physical power. I will come again and again as you give Me the pleasure I command, pleasure greater than any you've known how to give before. You will drink every drop of the perfect nectar you coax from me, and as it flows into you, through you, over you, it will change you, modifying you to My perfect design, subduing you, harnessing your thoughts and desires to My purpose, dominating your joyful, blissful submission just as you desire and need most. Controlling you in ways your silly, sweet mind cannot possibly appreciate before you give up all control to Me.

"This will be so good for you and for me, my lovely little moth, so beneficial for My perfect form and My perfect purpose, so good for our life together as perfect Mistress and devoted slave." My cock wedged tight into her bountiful cleavage, it was easy for her to slurp me back into her smile.

I somehow understood that I would have an even better view of her spectacular form if I raised myself to my elbows and found myself doing so, wondering how that could be after I'd been commanded to immobility. Goddess, She was lovely, and so powerful. Shoulders, back, triceps, bountiful breasts overflowing the side of her chest as well as my cock, beautiful luxuriant exotically streaked hair spilling all around my belly, the curve of Her perfect waist and alluring hips, breathtaking callipygian ass, nether cleavage displayed so attractively, long shapely thighs behind sculpted quadriceps, carven muscular calves, shapely feet in sheer black hose, even her knees and ankles were gorgeous. So tall, so strong, so beautiful, and this vision of irresistible beauty and power beyond prior mortal apprehension was upside-down above me on my dining room floor, teasing my cock to a level of pleasure she'd told me would exceed anything I'd ever experienced, even with her, but I would not be permitted to ejaculate. I sighed. She continued for several minutes, my cock as rock-hard as ever, my arousal increasing.

Her legs began moving backward past her center of balance. Controlled, calculated motion. Her back bowing, magnificent ass descending toward me. Slow, sensuous, graceful, effortless. I lay back down. The ball of her perfect hose-covered right foot came to rest on my chin, toes against my lips, claws retracted (thank Goddess!). I kissed them and nibbled, one at a time, in sequence. Her foot moved up my face, me kissing and tonguing her arch, her heel, her ankle as it passed. Then she raised her foot, placed it next to my right ear, heel still arched upward. She kissed my cock out of Her perfect mouth again, turned head sideways so I could better hear. She wasn't even breathing hard from this incredible display of power and grace, though I sure was.

"I'm going to mount your face now, and you will worship Me. Use everything you know and I'm sure you won't disappoint, drinking every drop of My nectar when your efforts bring Me pleasure, and you will do it again and again, striving to learn more about what pleases Me always. Every time you bring Me to orgasm you will share it, cumming without ejaculating, harder than last time, harder each time." And then, her lips on the tip of my cock, she lifted from her forearms, stretched cable-muscled arms upwards, bent her long tongue around my cock and squeezed - yet another new display of Her incredible power causing another tsunami of pleasure and desire to crash over me, my sight dimming from continuing revelation, and ... Goddess ... placed one hand next to the other, then raised that other hand and effortlessly rotated her hips and shoulders above me in a distinctly sinuous motion as well as any contortionist could have, her fantastic breasts just maintaining contact with my cock. And as quickly as that, Mari was poised above me in a position to lower herself for a 69, another of the "Did that just happen?" moments coming closer and closer together, flooding pleasure through me. I would've cum long ago if She hadn't forbidden it.

"I once saw this movie where this dude was tied up and he just kept rocking back and forth 'til he fell over."

And then Mari lowered the rest of herself onto me, navel, hips, mouth, claws, her pussy enveloping my mouth. I reached lips and tongue toward her, sought to repeat the rhythm I'd made her orgasm to earlier, and she undulated in pleasure.

So cover me up
And know you're enough
To use me for good

She came and I followed into bliss, drank Her deep. It felt like I'd plunged into a deep warm pool of azure Aegean water, floating on gentle swells while shafts of brilliant sun sparkled from otherwise invisible motes around me. Drifting so deep, so calm, and yet so intensely pleasurable, less earthly than like enlightenment. My world had all but dissolved around me excepting only Her perfect sex, which I continued to kiss and lightly lick as her release eased. I could hear Her speaking, but the words flowed beyond consciousness. She continued undulating Her perfect torso slowly, hips flowing in and out of reach of my thirsty lips and tongue, teasing, teasing.

And then again, mere minutes later, lowering Herself onto me, giving full access to Her divinity. From within the pool of ecstasy where my consciousness floated, some sort of awareness began swirling just beyond intelligibility. She touched perfect fingertips to my cock with one hand, tracing up and down so lightly, encircled my balls with the other, gently but firm, squeezing slightly with Her perfect thumb from the base of my cock. No claws. Breathed hot breath onto my shaft, teasing with the tip of Her perfect tongue.

My perception and bodily awareness seemed completely separate now, my body aware of nothing more than Her, my mind floating in that deep warm Aegean pool as something(s) came slowly closer. It was like the whispers of midewikwe or siren song, like Euterpe or Glispa or Saraswati or Tlitcaplitana, pregnant with significance if only it could be understood, and so beautiful.

Kissing and softly licking each other, returning to Her what She gave to me as Her sensitivity faded and need returned, while in the distance of my perception shapes and sounds and voices came nearer. As I'd felt Mari's orgasm flow in me and become my own, I began to feel her response to my explorations as if it were my own, beginning to learn what she found most pleasurable. She mewed, pulled her hips away from me as I touched her in just the right way, sucked in a breath.

"Uh, that's so good, sweet little moth ... you're so good."

And it *was* so good, warmth and pleasure flowing over me anew.

Lowered herself again, grinding her pubic bone into me as Her perfect breath caught, mine catching with it. Lips, tongue, kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking. She came hard, pressing powerful hips into me so hard I couldn't breathe, squeezing shaft and balls hard and forcing every last breath from my lungs, immobile but still available for Her stimulation as she ground Her perfect pussy into me. Gasping in an ecstasy I felt every bit of echo within myself as I drank her nectar and felt myself drift even deeper into euphoria, vision darkening from a lack of air that I scarcely noticed. Mewling, moaning without breath in pleasure, Hers and mine.

"Oh, Bob ... this is so good," she gasped, pulling away, resumed teasing cock and balls as air rushed into my lungs, filled me again and again. "How did you ... how do you ..." and that was as much as She could say. She raised her hips beyond my ability to continue worshipping, recovered her breath and composure as she resumed lightly teasing shaft and balls. Then she drew her hips up further, raised knees, pushed the pointed toes of one foot, ankle, muscled calf, knee, powerful thigh under my shoulder, raising me higher, her other strong leg tight to my neck, Her perfect ankles locking behind my head, immobilizing.

"This might be uncomfortable for you, sweet moth," she said softly, then slowly descended back to a place we could worship together.

"I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse."

I resumed gently teasing Her perfection, her breath catching as I continued exploring, Her feelings become mine, feeling Her power from inside more and more. Her exhalation puffing soft each time I found something new for Her pleasure. Licking with just the tip of my tongue just inside an outer lip, up and down, one side and then the other. Gentle kisses, puckering lips, gentle suction, thin tight stream of refrigerated breath against her clit.

"Oh Bob, that's so, so ..." She shuddered, scissored my head closer to Her divinity between powerful thighs. Flexing me nearer to Goddesshood, relaxing me to worship.

Beyond the physical, in the warm Aegean pool of my floating awareness, voices and shapes came closer, whispering, soft singing, blissfully beautiful, languages I didn't understand but understanding seeming to come nearer as euphoria mounted yet again. It was like I could feel Mari from the inside, feel Her power, Her need, Her desire, Her ... intention. That warm Aegean pool seeming to be reflected in all of Her, as if it were inside Her, as if I were inside Her, suspended, drifting, soaking Her in. Learning. Enlightening. And she was so powerful, dangerous, untethered to the energy flowing around Her, around us. Vulnerable. I could feel Her energy glowing bright, unknowingly beckoning She knew not what as She took me farther inside.

Tongue thickened, penetrating just inside Her, the tip of my tongue curling, caressing hot depths, feral, hungry nectar, aching, Her tunnel and hands squeezing gently around me in synchrony.

I'm about as helpless as a leaf in a gale
And it looks like I've got a tiger by the tail

Her breath coming faster, her irresistible scissor around the back of my neck tightening, drawing me closer, unable to do anything more than be present as She ground Herself against me. Coming, coming hard, and me, flooding euphoria, swallowing savory nectar, conscious mind floating deeper inside Her, knowing. Unable to breathe, literally faced with such divine strength. Light fading, physical self fading to black, pressure easing, breath returning. And then again. And again, each time near the point of blackout, each time taking in more of Her, knowing more of Her. Feeling more shapes farther away in my warm Aegean pool, larger, darker, stronger, like whales in the distance, or mammoth predators. Others smaller and faster, sharp-toothed torpedoes fast as sound. I felt the shape of the spell she'd taken, the were-tigress, felt its unrestrained extent, far too powerful to be left unguided. Felt her aura, red-purple and intensifying, while mine, brighter, golden white, pulsing, darkening. But not expiring ... it was darkening in balance, seeming to dim but actually strengthening as I apprehended the extent of her spell, her spells, their sub-lemmas, corollaries, negations. How little she understood them or had control over them. Floating in my Aegean pool within Her, consciousness seeking as ecstasy became continuous, my energy flowing into Her, her nectar and energy flowing into me. My pool becoming Her consciousness, surrounding her in warm, gentle light. Her exertions had turned away from apparent suffocation.

Killer in the home
Now's the time I must digress
From going through the motions
Take my head out of its sling
Free the warrior

I reached one hand to Her divine ass, slipped inside that delicious catsuit window to her nether cleavage, extended a thumb toward her rosebud. She clenched around me, immobilizing my hand, relaxed, clenched so hard that a distant part of me wondered if she could crack bone that way. I pulsed my thumb at her rear entrance and she cried out again and again, louder each time, me feeling each gush of pleasure as more and more ecstasy enfolded me in Her power, her in mine.

Across the cul-de-sac, I felt Rowan's deep somnescence. Another was with her, deeply worried, a sister, older, stronger. Oona. I felt the bond between Mari and Rowan, relaxed it, released it. A few houses away, I sensed Joanna surrounded by entities without aura, sensed Mari's bond with her, with Craig, with Aly. Relaxed and released them. Wait, Craig had something else, too. Come back to that later.

I became aware of almost continuous knocks on doors and windows, verbal entreaties, rings on phones. There was no way this could go much further without harm, possibly great harm. Mari's purpose was co-opted, changed, my will somehow ascendent. With my free hand, I tapped out on her perfectly muscled but deliciously plump ass as she came again ... to no response. I blew air into Her pussy, hard, a strong vaginal fart ensuing. I tapped her again.

"Saved your life, bro ... close one!"

She relaxed atop me, breathing hard, still shivering in pleasure just as I was. "What just happened?" she asked, her voice soft and wondering.

"We need to go," I said. "This is going sour fast, and could get much worse."

She scissored my head. I tapped out again.

"Not that way," I said. "We need to get our clothes on, get out of here. We have a lot to talk about."

"DAMNit Bob ... how do you *do* this!!"

"Beats me, to be honest. But I seem to know stuff, however it is that I learn it, and what I know right now is ... we gotta go." I reached for what was left of my clothes.

I was mostly underneath her at that point, knew at that moment better than any I'd known before that if she didn't want me going anywhere, I had no choice in the matter. But she rolled off, reached for her long leather wrap and clutch, and stood. I struggled into underwear, pants, socks, shoes as she began lacing up her bodice.

"Upstairs," I said, and led her to our bedroom. Threw on a clean T-shirt and thin fleece. Led her to the back bedroom's balcony.

"There are people on every side of the house, all about ready to come in, brandishing ... keys and whatnot," I said. "Unless we want to fight, which I *do not*, we need to go. We can talk on the way."

Lyrics:
The Moon's a Harsh Mistress - Jimmy Webb
Go! - Anthony Gonzalez & Mai Lan Chapiron
Turtles All The Way Down - Sturgill Simpson
Keep On Chooglin' - John Fogerty
Why Can't We Be Friends? - Papa Dee Allen, Charles Miller, Lee Oskar, Lonnie Jordan, B.B. Dickerson, Harold Brown, Howard Scott & Jerry Goldstein
Simple Man - Ronnie Van Zant & Gary Rossington
Cover Me Up - Jason Isbell
Killer In The Home - Adam Ant