The beam of light falling from the upper hole painted a golden stripe across the furs. Sylva remained seated, legs spread, the male cat kneeling between them, tongue moving with clumsy desperation.
Her face was a poem of frustration: brows furrowed, lips pressed tight, thick tail whipping the ground as if wanting to strike something. The male whimpered against her clit, but she barely reacted. She only thrust her hips with restrained violence, chasing something he could never give her.
I stepped out of the shadows without hurry.
The crunch of my boots on the dry stone was the first sound that alerted her.
Sylva's head snapped up. Violet eyes dilated, pupils turning into thin slits. Her tail froze mid-swing, ears fully erect. The scent she gave off changed instantly: from wet frustration to raw arousal, alpha on full alert.
"You…" she whispered hoarsely.
The male cat tensed, tried to lift his head. Sylva shoved him back with a rough hand on his forehead, tossing him away like a dirty rag.
"Out," she ordered without looking at him.
The male crawled to a corner, ears low, tail between his legs, trembling. He curled against the wall, eyes wide, not daring to move.
Sylva stood slowly, tall, lethal. Heavy breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. Pussy still glistening with saliva and her own juices. She didn't cover herself. She had no reason to. She was the alpha. Or she had been until that moment.
"So you came," she said, voice deep and vibrant. "The man who smells of victory and other females' cum. The one who makes my warriors purr like chained whores."
I took a step forward.
"Sylva," I said simply.
She smiled. Fangs gleaming. But the smile didn't reach her eyes. There was hunger there. Hunger the weakling in the corner had never satisfied.
"I imagined you… smaller," she lied, taking a step toward me. "Like all the males in this world."
Lie. I could smell it. Her pussy visibly clenched when my scent hit her full force.
She lunged.
It wasn't a clumsy charge. It was a feline storm. Claws extended, tail like a whip, body curving through the air to strike from above. She wanted to sink her claws into me, mark me, dominate me before mounting me.
I dodged by centimeters. Her paw grazed my shoulder, leaving four red furrows that burned deliciously. I grabbed her wrist mid-flight, twisted her body with brute force and slammed her against the cave wall.
The stone cracked.
Sylva growled, spun on herself, tail coiling around my forearm to yank. She tried to bite my neck. Her fangs grazed skin, but my other hand was already on her throat. I squeezed just enough. Not to choke. To remind her who was stronger.
She raked my chest. Deep furrows. Hot blood ran down my abdomen. The pain only made me harder.
"Is that all?" I growled against her ear.
Sylva pushed with her legs, trying to throw me down. I let her advance a second, only to spin her in the air and hurl her onto the furs. She landed on her back, legs splayed from the impact. She tried to rise fast. I planted a boot on her chest, pinning her to the ground.
Her breathing was ragged. Breasts heaving violently. Pussy exposed, dripping, swollen clit visibly throbbing. Her pupils were no longer slits. They were dilated hearts, pulsing wildly.
"Already?" she panted, voice hoarse with defeat and desire. "I thought you would be… harder."
I smiled.
I lifted my foot. She sprang up in one desperate last charge. Claws aimed at my face. I caught her wrists, crossed her arms behind her back and shoved her against me. Her body plastered to mine, heavy breasts crushed against my scratched chest, pussy grinding against my hard cock through the fabric.
She struggled. Hard. Wild. But every movement only rubbed her sex harder against me. Made her scent grow stronger. Turned her purrs into moans.
I threw her down again. This time face-down. Knee on her lower back, hand on her nape. Her tail thrashed uselessly. She tried to arch. I let her. Only to grab the sensitive base and yank hard.
"Ahhn…!" she cried, ass lifting on instinct.
"Still fighting?" I asked hoarsely, leaning over her. My cock pressing between her cheeks through the fabric. "Or do you already know you lost?"
Sylva trembled. Her whole body. Ears flattened. Tail rigid in my fist.
"I'll fight… until you break me…" she gasped.
I smiled against her nape.
"Good. Because this is just beginning."
The male cat stayed in the corner, eyes wide, small flaccid cock between his legs, watching how the legendary alpha started to surrender without me even having to undress yet.
(To be continued…)