5. Were-Tigress (part 1)
Mari opened her long leather wrap, shrugged it off with one leg forward, and what lay beneath was like something from a fantasy world because surely it couldn't exist in this one, a vision of powerful seduction barely contained in a scanty leather catsuit and high-heeled boots. My jaw would've dropped if I could've moved it; in just the three days since I'd last seen her, Mari had somehow grown taller with broader shoulders and was dramatically more muscular and almost impossibly voluptuous. Her lustrous long dark hair was now shot with streaks of honey blonde, white, and dun orange, and her fingernails, which had been long before, were even longer now, narrower, rounder, deep purple, and curved to wicked points. They looked like talons. I think my heart skipped a beat.
"Cat got your tongue?" she purred. "Appropriate, considering my form is now truly part feline. Look closely, at all of me, and see how much more has changed." And she did a slow, slow turn.
The tattoos on her upper arms were gone ... all the skin showing through her incredible outfit looked soft, firm, and clear over a powerfully muscled frame. Her breasts, formerly high and smallish on a taut gymgoer's torso, were now enormous, round, beautifully formed and soft, overshadowing the muscle beneath and swelling over the top of her bustier. Before I'd thought she might have looked like she was in her late 30s, but now her face looked more like she was in the flower of beautiful modern maidenhood, just out of college in full expectation the world would fall into line behind, her own personal oyster.
Her catsuit was breathtaking, thin soft black leather with purple accents, underarm cutouts showing generous swelling side-boob, thin strips of leather looped across partway down to keep those astounding breasts from going solo, more up the side of her powerful thighs, sumptuous calves, and above her plump but heavily muscled ass where a different sort of woman might have a stamp. A sensuous oval window further down showcased deep nether cleavage. The leather was so tight and supple, Mari's figure so powerful, that each window displayed little more than the leather would have otherwise concealed. The leather was gathered into something like pleats outside seams that framed her breasts to her shoulders, that ran up the back of her boots and legs from heels to ass, right down the middle of her back from shoulders to ...
Crotchless. I caught myself hyperventilating.
Rich purple lipstick and then her eyes, larger than I remembered and ... purple. Even from halfway across the room I could see motion within them.
"Mmmmmmm," Mari crooned as she raised one powerful leg, heel above knee, then stretched that leg straight above eye level with exquisite balance and control, rose to her toes on the other foot and raised arms high above her head, substantial triceps rippling, hands and long fingers posing as easily and gracefully as any prima ballerina. Then she dropped her foot and spun a neat pirouette ending in exactly the same place she began, her magnificent legs tightly crossed. And again with her other leg, but slower. I had no choice but to see everything, and every single thing was spectacular.
"Look upon my mighty form, ye mortals, and despair!" she exulted, sharp-looking teeth glinting behind predatory smile, and lowered her arms.
"I have a new name for you ... little moth," she said. "I went to a lot of trouble for this new form, designed by me for your benefit alone since none of my other slaves has ever been able to resist me, so ... time to raise my game. I paid a visit to my favorite witch, paid dearly, in fact. Called in favors, pulled strings, spent long hours thinking about exactly what I wanted. She gave me two new spells ... I'm now a were-tigress, this is my animal form, and we are about to consecrate it, with you the first to fully lose yourself in worship. You should know there are costs for me to change into and maintain this form, and more to safely transform back, but fortunately you're the purrfect person to make those payments. The cost is sex. Lots of sex. Scorching hot, frequent, extended, multi-orgasmic sex. You will learn to separate your orgasms from your ejaculation, so you can go for hours [SNAP], satisfy me for hours [SNAP], and ... hours [SNAP]."
"You will drink my intoxicating juices deep." [SNAP]
"You will be conditioned." [SNAP]
"Dominated." [SNAP]
"Helpless to My will." [SNAP]
"And by the time I revert to my human form, nothing will change for you, because ..." [SNAP] she lowered her voice as if relating a sexy secret, "you will already be mine." [SNAP]
"But you won't cum from just my fingersnaps [SNAP], oh no. Each snap [SNAP] will send more pleasure than the last ... up [SNAP] and down [SNAP] ... your spine, flooding you [SNAP] with pleasure, overwhelming any resistance you might think you still have [SNAP], bending you to my irresistible will [SNAP], my searing heat [SNAP], my overwhelming power [DOUBLE SNAP]. And I will have your payment again and again, fueling my power [SNAP] every time I wish. My nectar will flow through you, encase you [SNAP] just as perfectly as this tight, supple leather embraces my perfect new form."
Even after an entire season's worth of sex with Joanna over the past few days, I was already shuddering in pleasure. "Come nearer, little moth," she repeated, and I couldn't help myself, coming half a step closer. "Come nearer, little moth," [SNAP] she said again, and again, and again, snapping her fingers each time, my body obeying automatically, the small size of each step its only resistance, brain fogging with desire. As terrifying as every moment of this was, she already had me close to the edge. She raised one foot above her knee again, slowly, gracefully, rose to her other toe. But this time was no pirouette, instead her foot lashed out, cat quick, straight at my groin. Even if free to move, I couldn't have avoided evisceration, but her foot stopped just short of impact, graceful, effortless. And there was the top of her arch against my balls, caressing, rocking her metal boot toe into my perineum. I gasped, whimpered. She raised her arms above her head, posing hands, fingers, claws as they twined there even as her boot continued rocking my balls, her gaze to the ceiling as the tips of her claws brushed against it, reveling in her power. The scraping sound tingled straight down my spine to tense balls and ramrod-stiffened cock and legs.
"Look at me," she commanded, and my eyes, already locked on her, attended. She lowered leg, arms, eyes, and stepped nearer. In her boots and augmented form she now stood two inches taller than I. Her eyes, noticeably purple and in motion from farther away, were a universe unto themselves up close, and I didn't need reading glasses to see details, it was like they sucked me in whole. There were fucking spirals, delicate key-lime-green, almost fluorescent spirals around her pupils, round with just a hint of vertical slit at the top and bottom, like a tiny artistic liberty. The spirals rotated slowly. Spinning. I moaned. The whole world seemed to be spinning.
"So good," she purred. "Look deeper. I command, you obey. Deeper. Deeper down." I lost track of flowing time, words, finger snaps, jolts of pleasure increasing, increasing.
"Yes," I heard myself repeating again and again as if from far away, the first words I'd been able to speak since Joanna had silenced me. I felt so lost.
She put the claws of one hand to my throat, gently touching their points to dimple tender skin. Moved her lips to my ear. "These are real claws now," she whispered, flexing those fingers against me. "So strong I need a knife sharpener to hone them, and sharp, so sharp. They could rip your throat out as easily as ..." she reversed her hand against my neck, "As I'm caressing you now." Gentle brushes from the back of her fingers and claws, continuing for long breaths.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" [SNAP] she asked.
"Yes Mistress," I said without thinking. Wait, where had that come from?
"Good boy," she said, then placed her hand around my neck and tightened, tightened, her fingers like steel. I couldn't breathe past them.
"I was strong before, but I'm so much stronger now, so much stronger than you," she whispered. "I could crush your throat as easily as rip it out. She held me there until my vision dimmed. I still couldn't even try to move away. She finally released her grip and my breath gushed in, out, in again. She smiled. Her hand slid to the back of my neck, claws coming all the way around it to nearly meet on either side of my windpipe, gently tapping. Her fingers tightened again and she lifted me from the neck until I wondered if my feet might leave the ground, then her hand twisted slightly up on one side. It felt like my neck was caught in a machine. Remorseless. Yellow-orange streaks flashing across my darkening vision.
"I could snap your neck jusssst as easily, even with just ... this ... one ... hand," she whispered, then after a few seconds of me gasping in increasing pain, sight dimming again and the beginnings of squirming despite her orders not to move, my heart seeming ready to burst from my chest, she slowly relaxed her grip, lowered the weight she'd been suspending, and began lightly massaging, soothing, tapping the tips of her claws against my throat.
"Shhhhhhh. Slow your breathing, pet," she said. [SNAP] "Shhhhhh."
I did as she commanded. Several more breaths. My heart began slowing.
"You like this," [SNAP] she said. It was more like a command. Each snap brought me closer to an edge I knew I would not cross, but I still jerked with pleasure every time. I felt like my conscious mind was at the bottom of a deep well, a tiny circle of light and freedom above, so far out of reach, every snap eclipsing that tiny light longer and longer.
"Yes, Mistress," I said without thinking. Her hand massaging my neck felt so good.
"All of it." [SNAP]
"Yes, Mistress." Uhnh. Pleasure jolting.
"Goooood," she crooned. "I'm not angry with you any more, little moth. I can't stay angry at a good slave [SNAP] like you, not when I already own you so completely. You aren't even the same person you were at the hotel, and just as I'm so much more powerful now, you're completely helpless to resist the way you thought you could then. Tell Me you're My good slave [SNAP]."
"I'm your good slave, Mistress," the words tumbled out.
"Mmmmmmmm," she crooned again, removing her hand from my neck, then "On your knees, slave." [DOUBLE SNAP]
My knees instantly buckled, dropping me before her, my mouth just outside her sex through her crotchless catsuit.
"Worship Me, little moth," she commanded. [SNAP] "No hands." [SNAP] She put a leg over one of my shoulders and leaned in, her eyes on me as I focused on her pleasure. Her hands, fingers, claws made soothing flowing motions in my peripheral vision. I feather-kissed inner thighs, gently lapped outer lips with my tongue, thickened and hardened it to tease and penetrate inner lips, flattened it and pushed its center against the bottom of her clit, keeping tongue in place while moving my head between her bulging quadriceps, side to side. This used to drive Joanna crazy: tease inner thighs and outer lips, penetrate and tease inner lips, pulse tongue against clitoris. Repeat.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she crooned, her pussy noticeably heating. She'd been lubricated before, but I could feel more trickling over my tongue now, her smell as feral and savory as her taste. She ground herself into me, her bootheel over my shoulder jabbing into the middle of my back.
