Author's note: Sorry about the long wait for the chapter, had to rework some parts and I've been busy with life and things. Anyway, hopefully y'all enjoy the chapter. Feedback is always welcome, and on another note, do y'all prefer the longer chapters with a complete story bit or would y'all prefer me to upload them in shorter bits?
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~Prologue
The moon hung full and heavy in the starlit sky, the air was blissfully cool, and Amelie prowled. The earth was damp beneath her paws and her muscles bristled with enough power to take down an elephant bull. Her claws and teeth could rend flesh from bone in a single stroke, her golden eyes turned night to day, and every five of her being never felt more alive than when she was out. There was something intoxicatingly primal and liberating about being in this form, and she knew of no better way to indulge in its visceral embrace than to hunt.
It probably wasn't the best use of her abilities and time, but it was far better than spending innumerable hours in mind-numbing boredom going over rite, ritual, and scripture, like Mother Agnes and Sister Adelaide. She was a goddess's damned Panthera, just because she also happened to be a princess as well didn't mean she couldn't have any fun. All work and no play would drive her insane, no matter how much she valued her responsibilities... besides what was the point of having a dozen other sisters if you couldn't shovel your chores onto them from time to time. It was the only responsible thing to do, after all that's what her older sisters had done, save Adelaide. That woman would drink fire if it meant access to more esoteric and archaic rituals.
Whatever the case, tonight there would be no prayers or incense laced conversations on this or that tidbit of arcane scripture. Tonight, she was out, and she had prey to catch.
Raising her black-furred head to the sky, she inhaled, letting the cool Kantack air fill her flared nostrils and tickle her overly sensitive whiskers. It flooded her, telling her of all the skittering and scampering creatures sulking about in the late hour. It was near maddening, but just as her body had been shaped into a predator's visage, the bestial portion of her mind parsed through the torrent of information and locked onto what she sought. And in that moment, the feline equivalent of a grin split her predatory face.
Muscles tensed and she bolted. She bounded through the thick jungle foliage, her steps silent, her breath steady, and her presence a frightening shadow for every creature with any sense of self-preservation. It was exhilarating, feeling the rush of air through her fur, the beat of her heart, and the scent of prey titillate her anticipation. And, before long she'd reached her target.
She slowed, prowling through the underbrush till she perched, crouching at the edge of a cliff.
Her prey stood, glistening in a pool of pristine water, surrounded by the sound of a gentle waterfall, untouched foliage, and the light of the moon. He was a glorious sight, like a wet dream made manifest. He stood tall, skin like polished mahogany, muscles like corded rope, and stark-naked.
It was a sight and one she'd been yearning for since the bald soldier sauntered into the village. He was the 2
nd
in command of a panther scouting party and a shoo-in for a captaincy, when he returned to the capital, if half of the gossip around the village was of any consequence. He was truly something and a prize any goddess loving woman would want, which made his refusals all the more titillating. .
He'd rebuffed every one of her advances on account of some nonsense about honor and duty, but there was no mistaking the smoldering nigh lecherous looks he kept giving her whenever he thought she wasn't looking, nor did it help his case any that he kept fucking every shrine maiden in the temple, that looked remotely like her.
She grinned, licking her chops as he stretched, glistening in the moonlight, accentuating the jagged scars running down his chest from pectoral to naval and putting his more than sizable phallus on full display. She'd have him and there would be no stopping her.
She tensed and vaulted. She sored through the air, and like the well-trained soldier he was, he reacted, shifting in an attempt to dodge. However, she was goddess-blessed, and no amount of training would make a mere man a match for her gifts.
She pounced, slamming him into the shallow pool.
He grunted, stunned.
She hissed, baring her fangs as her claws dug into his iron-hard pectorals.
He gasped as the pain lanced through his body as the hints of fear flashed in his dark eyes. It turned to shock and confusion as she leaned forward and licked his face.
She grinned, the expression looking more monstrous than playful on her bestial face," well, aren't you tasty," she purred as her feline features rippled away and her human visage took form. Her body was slick, slender, and taut like her feline form. Her hair was silken, black, and straight. Her skin was the color of milk-chocolate, her features sharp and angular, her lips full, and her eyes almond-shaped and golden.
"Prin..."
"Sssshhh," she cooed, silencing him with a finger as she pressed her pert breasts into his chest. "We will do this," she added, lashing her tail around his flaccid member.
He tensed.
She stroked.
He groaned and she smirked.
"And you will like it."
And he did, taking her fast and hard. He pummeled her pussy, stretching and leaving her wanting more. Amelie wasn't one for foreplay and with the soldier's savage rutting, he too didn't seem like one for it.
He pinned her against the slick rockface of the pool's trickling waterfall, slapping his heavy scrotum against her toned and pampered bum with each thrust. He rocked her body with his calloused fingers tight on her slender waist. It was euphoric and she ground her sex in tune to each thrust as she cried out in bliss. Her clit throbbed, her cunt writhed greedily, and every part of her womanhood tensed with anticipation. She was close and he...
"I'm," he started, only to be silenced as she kissed him, and hugged him like a spider with its prey caught.
He groaned, shuddering as his orgasm overtook him and he spewed rope after rope of his seed into her starving womb. It was what she was waiting for and in the beat of a heart, she too came, drenching the both of them in her juices.
"Prin," he started, panting.
"That was," she breathed, her body tender and her skin flushed from their efforts..."
She never finished as the world rocked with the sound of a thunderclap and lit up like a summer's day.
~Chapters
~Eliza/Lisa
An ear-splitting shriek and three bladed tigers bolted out from the jungle thicket. The creatures were lean, green, vicious, and had edged bone protrusions jutting out from their limbs. They weren't a rare species in the Kantack jungle, but this far south of the Rio they were uncommon enough to be worth a pretty penny. And, given how the narwhal contract had turned out to be, Eliza and Lisa were in serious need of the money.
The tigers stalked, circling Eliza in an ever-tightening noose. The verdant-furred creatures yipped and snarled, bearing their glistening sabers and barbed tongues. Most would have collapsed in fear, but with her sword in hand and her familiar a few paces behind her, Eliza could have taken on a dragon-ogre. It also didn't hurt that Lisa was perched on the branch of one of the towering trees that surrounded the clearing with a rifle aimed at the feline mess.
Another snarl escaped from the tigers' maws and Eliza spat. The closest big cat leaped, claws out and fangs bared. The other two followed and Eliza slid under, dodging the tangle of bladed appendages just as the sound of a cannon boomed.
Eliza tumbled and the tigers collided in a bloody heap.
Righting herself a moment later Eliza strutted over to the yipping and snarling tangle. One of the tigers was dead, pinning its companions under its bloody bulk.
Inhaling, Eliza struck a heartbeat later, putting the rest of the creatures out of their misery.
Lisa strode up a few moments later with her rifle slung over her shoulder. She was as always dressed in a loose patchwork dress with a pair of work boots and her hair tied in a severe pony tail.
"So," Lisa said.
Eliza nodded," that was easy."
"Yeah."
"Is it enough though?"
"Should be," Lisa replied, looking over the corpses," we'll just have to make sure that Xin gives us a fair deal for them."
Eliza snorted," that's harder than finding water in a desert."
Lisa sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose," true," she said, looking over the pile again," can you skin them?"
Eliza's response was an incredulous look," not unless you want a jigsaw puzzle."
"Fair enough," Lisa said tiredly," there's bound to be a butcher in Shijin. It'll cost us but," she trailed off, her eyes taking on the distant look they always took when she was in the middle of what Eliza liked to call, thinking about things I'd rather not think about. "With the mark-up and accounting for..." Lisa mumbled, nodding to herself," It'll be tight, but we should have enough."
Eliza shrugged," so, dinner then?"
Lisa shook her head," is that all you can think about?"
"It's better than what you spend money on."
Lisa rolled her eyes," whatever," she said," but, yeah we can pick up something in Shijin' you're not the only one tired of hardtack and jerky."
Between lugging their kill out of the outlying jungle and buying a ride up the river from a sunbaked and lanky man, who smelled more of fish than an ocean, they made it back to Shijin by midafternoon. The port city of Shijin sat at the mouth of the Rio de la Sol, its myriad harbors reaching out like grasping tentacles while hundreds of ships in all manner of construction jockeyed for space. Thousands of buildings in varying shapes and sizes swallowed the landscape on both banks of the mighty river, while the city's thousands upon thousands of citizens and visitors ambled about its crowded thoroughfares.
Shijin was a hive of activity and to most the only decent display of civilization on an otherwise treacherous continent. And Lisa loved it. Eliza on the other hand looked like a sour grape, whenever they entered a place with more than 10 buildings and more people than she could count. However, Eliza's preference was the last thing on Lisa's mind as she stared down the scowling, bulbous-nosed, bloated whale of a man she was currently haggling with.
"1000 knuckles," Xin snarled," those pelts aren't worth the boards they're strung up on."
"1500," Lisa retorted," and, we both know they're worth more than that, Buta."
"Bah," Xin spat," on my mother's ass. 1100, take it or leave it."
"1400."
"1150."
"1200."
