10 comments/ 172723 views/ 10 favorites Tiger's Eye By: Maquinna The flight back to Boston was only half full that night. We filed into the cabin and went through the usual routines of cramming more luggage than was technically permitted into the overhead compartments and under the seats. With so few people, however, there was plenty of space for everyone as well as all their belongings. I moved towards the back of the plane, away from most everyone else, and took a seat in the last aisle, by the window. I like to watch the nightlights of the cities below me. I find it's hard to sleep in planes, no matter the hour or how tired I am. Rest, I do, but sleep never really comes. The passengers spread out over the plane, taking up all the available space, most everyone finding a row to themselves so they could curl up across the seats and sleep through the flight. I envied them, knowing I would arrive at Logan with red-rimmed eyes. Shortly after I took my seat and began pulling out my laptop to look over some project specs I had been working on, a young couple settled into the seats across the aisle. I'd noticed them briefly in the waiting area, her especially. She had an easy, confident air about her - the way she carried herself as she moved between the fastened-down rows of chrome and vinyl airport chairs, casually pulling her suitcase behind her. Her wheat-coloured hair hung in soft waves just over her lightly tanned shoulders, and she had a broad, full smile, its spread matched only by the natural swell of her hips. Her body was full and lush, and she exuded a carefree sensuality you couldn't help but admire. Making love to a woman like that would be like rocking in the belly of a small boat over salty ocean waves. Her eyes were nearly golden, with darker flecks; I'd noticed them when we stood near to one another at the check-in counter. A tiger's eye hung about her throat on a narrow leather cord, and I remember thinking how much that suited her - a tiger's eye, for a tigress of a woman. Her companion maintained a close distance to her, and I could hardly blame him. Her fingers would touch his dark tousled hair occasionally, and he would nestle his rough chin into the back of her neck from time to time, speaking softly to her and making her smile. Watching her full, pouty lips sent waves of electricity through my core. I thought I could make a meal out of just her lower lip. His shoulders were an axe handle across, but his body hung leanly from them. She rarely stopped touching him, and he looked at her like he hadn't eaten in weeks. I didn't know if seeing them snuggled in the next seats was going to be a blessing or torment. I knew I would be awake all night, watching those barely parted lips, as each sigh of her sleepy breath escaped, her breasts heaving in unison under the soft fabric of her dress. I felt myself stiffen in my pants, imagining how sweet it would be to release just one of those globes and clamp my mouth around its nipple, sucking and teasing it to a hard, trembling bud. He crawled in towards the window seat, and she cuddled in next to him. As we prepared for take-off, the cabin lights were dimmed and they began to arrange the small airplane blankets around them. Nothing seemed untoward; everyone was preparing to bed down as best as they could for the six hour flight. We were launched into the night sky and I watched, as I usually do, as a chessboard of winking lights framed the city below. The flight attendants brought around a light repast and beverages. I sipped on vodka and tonic until I felt the warmth spread through my body. When I wasn't looking out the window, I noticed the couple across from me whispering and laughing quietly to themselves. His hand ran slowly over her thigh, under the blanket. She seemed to protest half-heartedly, but I also noticed her legs parting across the seat. I watched from the corner of my eye as I was sure I saw his hand slip down over her knee, then move up the inside of her thigh. I knew I was right when I saw the twin bullets of her hardened nipples protruding through the fabric covering them. Her hand caught his underneath and she motioned to him to cease his daring public attack. The lights below had long since given way to the formless oblivion of a cloudy night, and the thought of watching the two of them groping nearby sent a kind of thrill through me. I decided to feign sleep and see what developed. I pulled my blanket over me and turned off the reading light. If I was careful, I could watch them without discovery, keeping my head low enough to obscure my gaze. After about fifteen minutes, they rewarded my subterfuge, renewing their caresses under the blankets. She turned in her seat, facing me, and he spooned her from behind. His hand slid over that great wide curve of her hip and then slipped over her backside, between them. I watched, transfixed, as I saw her sweetly exhale, relaxing into the seat cushions. I couldn't see it, but I knew from watching her body that his hand had found its way into the cleft of her sex, and barely perceptible, her hips ground back onto his fingers. I found my own breath was already coming more ragged, and I could feel those initial jewels of fluid leaking from my hardness. I quietly unzipped my trousers and pulled my cock out of my boxers, grasping and stroking it silently under my blanket while I watched him touching her. With little to do, the flight attendants stayed out of the darkened cabin, only appearing when someone pressed the button for them. The two of them seemed to realize this, and his boldness increased. I watched through the slits of my eyelids as I saw him push her dress up over her bottom, keeping the blankets over them all the while. He made motions in front of his own crotch that told me he was planning to use more than his hand on that beautiful creature before me. Her eyes were closed, but she grinned happily as he moved up to her. She adjusted her posture, then moved her hand around and behind her. I could see she was separating the round cheeks of her ass to give him easier access. It was nearly more than I could bear; my cock was seeping, the head bulging under my fist like it had been inflated. I didn't dare risk moving too much, in case I startled them, so I simply held my rod and squeezed it, picturing her lover's cock nudging her moist nether lips. There was no doubt when he entered her. His eyes were shut as he shifted his hips towards her with a quiet thrust, but I could see the satisfaction on his face as plainly as I heard the tiny whimper that came out of her mouth. As soon as he was buried in her, however, all motion ceased. There they lay, seemingly sleeping under the blankets, I alone knowing how intimately they were connected. I wondered - were they just planning to fall asleep like that? Then I heard him moaning in a husky whisper,"Oh yeah, baby...milk it, yes..." I realized then that she was using her own muscles around his cock, balls-deep in her, tightening and releasing and squeezing with nothing more than her secret velvet tunnel. I'd never been so envious in my life, watching his flushed face as this golden goddess pleasured him. His passion got the better of him, as I saw his hand move up under her dress, under the blanket to her breast. They must have believed I was completely asleep, since he made no pretense now about his actions. His fingers were pulling at the cup of her bra, fondling her as she wriggled her hips back into him, slowly rocking. The tiger's eye at her throat swayed with each movement. The little stone seemed to wave to me, its motion a mirror of the undulating movement below. I guess it was inevitable. I lost my concentration, and had unwittingly begun stroking my cock in earnest, unable to watch them without feeling my own heat demanding attention. I suddenly realized that those golden eyes were looking directly at my crotch, or rather, at my hand bobbing underneath my blanket down there. I froze, and she turned her gaze towards my face. It was obvious I was not asleep, and slowly I raised my eyes to meet hers. I didn't know how she'd react. Her lover continued to press into her from behind, but his eyes were still shut. We regarded one another for a long moment, the tension hanging thick in the air between us. Her face then broke open into a sly, sexy smile. Instead of stopping, she began rotating her hips in a more exaggerated fashion, pushing back onto the cock that had invaded her, with a quiet fervor. Her eyes were locked on mine, and as we stared at one another, I gradually began rubbing my throbbing cock once more. I could see her breath coming in short gasps now while tiny beads of perspiration glistened along her lover's forehead. It was unbelievable—not only was her boyfriend daringly taking her there in the plane seat, but she was actually putting on a bit of a show for me too! She raised one hand out of her blanket and pulled it down a little, revealing his hand encircling her exposed breast. He didn't seem to notice, and continued to pump her while he pulled her nipple until it stood out a full half inch; his mouth buried in the flesh of her neck. The sight of her naked breast made me groan inwardly - her aureole was nearly two inches across, a rosy brown island perched on that sea of her golden skin. I saw his breath quicken, and then he thrust into her so keenly and with such finality that I knew he had just deposited a load of his seed deep into her belly. His movements slowed, then stopped altogether, and he licked at her neck and ears like a puppy, sighing. I hadn't yet come, but my cock was begging for release. She turned her head and whispered back at him, "shhhh, shhhh…”. He grinned silently as he pulled his hands down to put his cock back into his pants. A few rows up someone had summoned one of the flight attendants, and I was forced to abort my own pleasure-seeking. Frustrated, I zipped up my cock and decided I would head into the lavatory to finish the job. The overhead light, however, indicated that it was occupied. I was forced to wait several minutes anyway while my very obvious bulge subsided enough for me to walk the length of the aisle. I tried not to think about what I had just witnessed, but it was impossible. The sight of her partially exposed body, her soft lips moaning in pleasure had made me impossibly stiff, especially knowing what was happening under that blanket as she watched me, certain I was unable to take my eyes off her. It was going to take all of my willpower to make it into the bathroom without attracting too much attention. The two of them had curled up under individual blankets by then, and her boyfriend had apparently rolled over to sleep. We still had over half the flight left at that point. She seemed to be looking for sleep herself as she tried to find a comfortable position, eventually turning towards the aisle again, her knees drawn up towards her ample chest. I made my way out of my seat and into the lavatory, drawing the lock behind me. I wasn't in there ten seconds before a soft rap came at the door. "It's me," came a low female voice, "the one you just watched. Please, let me in." I hadn't yet had a chance to even unzip my trousers, but even so the natural instinct of being alone in the bathroom made me hesitate. What was I thinking? It was her! Getting a grip, I quickly unbolted the door and opened it. Her flecked eyes looked right into mine. "Let me in." I wasn’t about to say no. Of course, airplane bathrooms are extremely compact. I sat down onto the toilet to give her room to come in and close the door behind her. She threw the lock, and put her index finger to my lips. "Very quietly. You came in here to rub your cock, didn't you? Do you want me instead?" "God, yes," I said. It seemed like slow motion as I watched her pull her dress up over her head and toss it onto the tiny counter beside the toilet. The lace on the edges of her bra strained to contain her lush, generous breasts. She reached behind her to unhook it, and let it slide off her shoulders, giving me an intoxicating eye-level view. They hung down heavily onto her torso, the nipples pointing slightly outward. I leaned forward to take one in my mouth. As soon as my tongue made contact, her nipple turned into a tight fleshy diamond. She stood with her legs on either side of my own and pressed my head into her as I sucked and licked her beautiful breasts like an infant. My hands fell to her waist, and as I ran my tongue down to her navel I could easily smell the musky scent of her boyfriend's come, mixed with her own fragrance. Her thin panties were sodden at the crotch, holding in the evidence. I hooked my thumbs into the strings of her panties and lowered them over her generous rump. She was completely bare, not a whisker in sight, only more of that sweet pale gold flesh, blossoming into a deep pink gash between her thighs. She parted her legs even wider as I probed the slick edges of her mound. Her breath caught and her knees buckled slightly. "We won't have much time," she whispered. "I got so heated up, knowing you were watching me, but I still need to come. I know you do too.” Was this a dream? If so, I never wanted to wake. She reached down and unzipped my trousers, and I raised my hips until she had my pants around my knees. My cock bounced out eagerly, searching for her like a divining rod. The confines of the lavatory gave us few options for positions. She couldn't sit on my lap facing me, but clearly a sitting posture was the only choice. She turned 180 degrees and that fantastic wide bottom was staring me in the face. I placed my hands on either cheek and leaned into that flesh, kissing and nibbling on it, making her yelp, barely audible. She began to lower herself onto me, and grasped hold of my cock to guide it into her wet nest. The thought of plunging into her where she had only recently been soaked only increased my desire. I felt my cock harden more than it ever had before. It must have been the craziness of the situation, the danger of it, the mystery of her, the show she had just given me; I lusted for her beyond any craving I had ever known. She sat down on my cock and in one motion was entirely impaled. It was all I could do not to cry out in pleasure. I was enveloped in her exquisite fire. With my hands fondling her hips, she moved up and down on my shaft, deliberately, each down stroke angled to push the tortured head of my cock precisely where she needed it. I could feel those muscles I had only imagined a short while ago, rippling up and down me. Her boyfriend's load was spilling out between us and raining down on my balls. She leaned forward in the tiny cubicle and placed her hands against the bathroom door for balance; then, using her knees, began to pump rapidly, my glans ramming her g-spot until she began quivering uncontrollably. I wet my finger and reached for the puckered star of her rear; brushing against it, I knew I had found her Achilles' heel. Taking my cue wordlessly, I inserted my middle finger swiftly up to the knuckle and began stroking her back hole while she rode me. It didn't take long: her bottom blushed crimson as her orgasm took her, and I felt her spasm for close to a minute before she began to calm down. I was heady with excitement, but even with her exquisite contractions, I had not yet managed to come. Fingering her rear had given me another idea, though. I pulled her gently up off my cock, so slick with her own spunk as well as her lover's, and pointed it at the other hole I had opened. She needed no instructions, and let her full weight down on my rod, taking my cock deep into her ass all at once. The fingering I had given her ensured there would be no resistance. Her luscious ass gripped me like a vise. I had enough lube on my rod to slide in her easily, but I knew that the heat of her bottom and the grasp her anal muscles had on me would make this a quick trip. I reached around into her bare muff and scooped cream from her, running a trail up her voluptuous body. While she bounced on my cock in her ass, I watched the reflection of her face in the lavatory mirror. Her jaw was slack and she moaned silently. Each stroke was deep and deliberate; my cockhead swelled with anticipation and my balls churned with the need of release. The tiger's eye about her neck was a pendulum, keeping time with each stroke. I ran my sticky fingers around her nipples, which she then took in her own hands, rubbing the juices into her golden skin. I returned my hand to her quivering snatch to cover more of her breasts in the cream, but with all our motion, her tiger's eye swung right into it. She raised the little stone up by its cord, its variegations luminous under the glistening come dripping off its end, and held it up to her mouth. Her tongue took one single drop, gingerly, and the rest she rolled over her fleshy lips. That was it for me. Watching her licking the come off that stone, I exploded deep into her ass. She leaned back onto me and I kissed her spine, pressing my cheek against her as my arms encircled her soft waist. I felt her ass muscles clench at my cock, siphoning every last drop of come from my aching balls. She sighed deeply, and I felt her whole body exhale with the relief of one who has finally had her heart’s desire. She rose and began dressing in silence, turning to me as I sat back against the toilet with my now flaccid cock shining in the fluorescent light of the bathroom. Pulling her dress over her head, she kissed my face. "Thank you," was all she said. I hurriedly pulled up my trousers as she carefully opened up the lavatory door and slipped out. I spent a few more minutes collecting myself before I also left and walked down the aisle. When I sat back down, she was curled back up on her seat, snuggled into her snoozing boyfriend. Her face was pure contentment, and soon her slow, rhythmic breathing told me that she was also sleeping. I lay there for awhile, watching her, the swaying of her tiger's eye and the memory of what we had just done hypnotizing me. I woke to the feeling of the plane's wheels hitting the runway. Jolting me out of slumber, I sat there momentarily disoriented, rubbing sand out of my eyes. The morning sun over Boston Harbor was streaming into the cabin windows. I smiled, and laughed to myself. Maybe this would never happen again, but at least now I knew of a surefire way to find sleep on a plane... Tiger's Eye Cherry came home early from work. Mr. Seligman, the "Big Man" at her ad agency, had given her the week off, worried that she was working to hard. Cherry would have protested, but she realized she had been neglecting her husband lately, and she wanted to spend some time with him. Okay, honestly, she wanted a good boning. "Wafers?" She called out, after dropping her keys and purse on the kitchen table. " I'm home early! Where's my Vanilla Flava?" Early in their relationship, they had made a joke out of having different skin colors. Since Cherry was black, Derrick called her Cocoa Puffs, and since Derrick was white, she called him Vanilla Wafers. Cherry found Derrick in his workshop, a small building not attached to the house, out back. Derrick was in the process of shaping the legs on an arm chair with a small chisel. Cherry walked up quietly behind him, hoping to get a better view of what he was doing. "Cherry? Home from work early?" Asked Derrick, not turning around. His wife froze, then stomped her feet in frustration. "How do you always know when I'm in the room?" she asked. "I swear you are some kind of psychic!" "Do you need me to fix something? I already know the sink in the kitchen is leaky, I'll get to that later." Derrick replied. "This is what our relationship has come to? You're just the fix-it man that I sleep with?!" Cherry exclaimed. Derrick didn't look up from his chisel. "You're busy. I understand that. You've been working hard on your client's accounts after you got that promotion." Cherry sighed. Derrick would not be baited into an argument. "I didn't come up here to ask you to fix a leaky faucet." she put her arms around him and kissed his neck, running her tongue along the side of his stubbly cheek. "It could be a plumbing problem though, depending on how you look at it..." she murmured into his ear. Derrick stopped what he was doing. "Are you asking me to lay pipe?" "You bet your ass, I am Wafers." she whispered. "Now what are you going to do about it?" Derrick stared at her for several seconds, his gray-green eyes showing little emotion. He looked like he had never seen her before. "I'm going to finish this chair." He started hammering his chisel again. Cherry released him roughly, pushing him a little. She wanted to call him a jackass, but that would be childish. The woman walked back into her house heavily, feeling the first drops of a downpour bounce off her hair. Normally, she would have called Derrick, and warn him about the weather, but when he was in a weird mood like this, she left him alone. The woman went into their bedroom and turned off the lights. It was an old house, and had been struck by lightning before. She didn't want all of the appliances to blow. Cherry lit candles, hoping half-heartedly that her husband would come in from the rain and give her some physical comfort. She waited 5 minutes, then gave up and blew out all the candles. Derrick could be such an asshole! The room darkened. Storm clouds were moving in quickly. Cherry kicked off her shoes and stripped down to her bra and panty set. "What a waste!" her exclamation was accompanied by a clap of thunder. She jumped right into her husband's arms. "Oh my god!" She hit him hard on the chest. "Derrick, what the fuck is wrong with you, sneaking in here like a criminal?" Derrick cut her off with his tongue, stroking her mouth in all the right places. Cherry's knees weakened, but Derrick steadied her. "Does that count as an apology?" "Almost." Cherry pulled her bra up over head and pressed her breasts against his naked chest. The cold rain had soaked him, and was having an immediate effect on her nipples turning them into hard little kernels. Derrick eagerly ripped her thong apart. Now Cherry could tell Derrick was very naked, and very ready. He rubbed his condom encased erection against stomach lingeringly before picking her up and setting her on the bed. "Derrick?" she asked as he made a trail of hot wet kisses down her body. "I want to feel all of you tonight." Derrick's face looked absolutely wicked as it was illuminated by lightning flashes. "Getting impatient? I'll fix that..." He started to enter her. Cherry placed a hand on his chest to stop him. "No that's not what I meant. I want you to make love to me without a condom." She felt him grow completely still. "We talked about this, Cherry. We've only been together a year. A baby changes everything. Can't we at least wait another year?" "It's just that...I don't know. I'm not getting younger, and we have financial stability right now." Derrick laughed out loud. "You're twenty-six." "And you're thirty-two. What are we going to do, wait until we're in our forties? Come on, can't you let go for once?" "You're just being impatient. I'm just trying to make sure you don't have any regrets." "I wouldn't regret having a baby for you Derrick. I know how much responsibility it takes-" Derrick cut her off with his mouth, almost making her forgot what the conversation was about. "Ssh, Puffs. Let me take care of you, right now. Will you let me do that?" Cherry nodded, and her kiss told him she accepted his terms...for now. * * * * * Cherry was in the middle of having sex when she noticed that her husband's teeth were growing longer. She could only see his face in flashes of light from the storm, so at first she thought it was a trick of light. Another flash of light revealed that it wasn't. His face...it was changing into something furry and definitely predatory. Cherry could feel the fur erupt from his back under her hands, could feel the muscles of his body contract from something that had nothing to do with his making love to her. Cherry screamed when another lightning flash lit up his face again. He was completely transformed, his lips could barely contain the large canines that were obviously made for ripping and tearing flesh. His nose looked like it came from an animal. Cherry looked at his eyes, and she knew her man was gone for good, for in place of his dark green eyes, there were dark slitted irises in a sea of orange. * * * Cherry woke up from the dream screaming, kicking and clawing under her sheets so wildly, her husband thought she was having a seizure. "Cherry? Wake up! What's wrong with you?" He asked shaking her. "Oh my god, Derrick!" She said gasping for air. She hugged him immediately, running her hands down his back just to make sure. Of course, it was hairless. She looked at his eyes. They were the same green eyes he had always had, though this morning they held more bewilderment than normal. "Are you alright?" he asked. Cherry squeezed him hard enough to choke off any man's air supply, then she kissed him again. "I had the worst dream of my life! I thought that you were-" she stopped herself. It would be best if she kept this to herself. "I'll get over it. I'm going to make breakfast. Do you want anything baby?" "Well... I have been missing those little sausages you make with that sweet sauce. and I have been in the mood for some spinach lately." Cherry shook her head. Only her husband would want spinach for breakfast and not something normal like oatmeal. She kissed him. "Whatever you say baby. It's all about you today." Her words were followed by a loud clap of thunder. She glanced out of the window. The trees were swaying wildly, and forest debris were flying all over the place. "It hasn't stopped raining yet? Is this a hurricane so late in the year?" Derrick shrugged." Everything's crazy. It's a wonder it doesn't snow here." The couple lived in a remote part of Florida. Cherry didn't mind the hour long commute to work each day. Derrick's privacy was very important to him. He said he couldn't concentrate on his work without it. Cherry put on her robe and turned on the stove to heat it up for the sausages. Nothing happened. "Derrick?" Derrick walked into the kitchen. "The power's out again?" "Yes. Would you mind-" "I'm already ahead of you." He put on a rain jacket. "I'll go check on the generator. Chances are lightning struck it and it overheated. This will probably take a while." He went to the back door. Cherry kissed him. "Be careful. I don't want you to get struck by lightning either." Derrick kissed her back. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Start a fire in the fireplace just in case the generator doesn't start back up." He opened the door, letting in all kind of debris thrown around by the wind. Cherry had to struggle a bit with the door just to get it to close. When she looked up afterwards, Derrick was gone. * * * * * Cherry sat by the fireplace for two hours before deciding to go out looking for her husband. She put on a heavy raincoat, boots, and hat and ran out into the storm. It was very hard to see with all the tree limbs and leaves whirling in the air around her, and the blackish gray clouds blocking out the sun didn't help either. She would have been grateful for the intermittent lightning flashes providing visibility if they hadn't been accompanied by thunder. Cherry stumbled her way to the generator, using her memory more than her vision. Derrick wasn't there. At first Cherry thought he was playing a joke on her, that maybe he was hiding on the other side of the groaning boxlike device. He wasn't. She checked the garage to see if he went there for tools or spare parts, but he wasn't inside. Cherry went back into her house again, thinking that maybe he'd gone there, but he hadn't. Cherry was scared. Where was he? All of their cars were there, so he hadn't driven off somewhere. Why would he leave her alone like this, in this weather? Had something happened to him? With that thought, Cherry bit her lip and went out into the storm again. She called out his name, screaming it, but she couldn't even hear herself with all the wind. Cherry didn't want to go into the woods, but she didn't see what choice she had. There was no other place her husband could be. She walked only a few feet before discovering a pile of clothes. She recognized everything, Derrick's raincoat, sweatshirt, jeans and boots. There was even a pair of underwear! Why would Derrick strip completely naked out in this storm? If he was hurt that badly there would be blood on the clothing, even if it was raining. And why not try to make it to the house instead of the woods? Now Cherry was confused instead of worried. Was her husband some kind of freak? Was he watching her right now, getting a kick out of all this? Derrick did have a kinky side, but this was out there. Cherry hid herself behind a tree, guessing that if this was a kinky sex game he'd be near his clothes, just in case she didn't come looking for him. It seemed she waited forever, being miserably soaked by the rain and deafened by the wind and thunder, until she saw what appeared to be a large animal. It looked in her direction, and Cherry immediately knew it was a cat. She could tell by the shape of the eyes. Even though she figured it must be a cougar, Cherry remained absolutely still. There was no telling if it had rabies or something like that. The cat sniffed the pile of clothes, and for a second, Cherry came up with a plausible reason for Derrick's discarding them. Maybe the cougar had been tracking him, and he took off his clothing to trick it. It was a perfectly logical explanation to her, until the cat lay down, and started to writhe. The cat convulsed violently, shaking and quivering. It rolled closer to her, and she could see that it was no cougar. It was a very large tiger, probably 7 feet from tail to nose. Now she could see that something was happening to it. It's striped orange fur was flying off into the wind, and it's backbone was taking on a new shape. It's paws were shrinking, and it's claws were shrinking, becoming less pointed. Cherry thought of her dream and she almost screamed. What the fuck is this? She thought as she saw the tiger change form. It was like watching a scary movie. She closed her eyes for a few seconds hoping that it would stop, or that in reality, she was dreaming again. When she looked again, there was only Derrick lying naked on the ground breathing hard like a marathon runner. Cherry started shaking. "I have to get out of here!" she thought. "What if he finds out I know? Will he kill me?" Just then, Derrick raised his head and looked right at her. "Cherry?" he asked weakly. Cherry, startled, backed away from him and tripped over a tree root. She fell on her butt, and made the mistake of looking her husband in the eye. They were too big for his face, making him appear almost ghostlike. They looked like two black orbs ringed with orange. Then he started dragging himself towards her on his arms, as if he was still too weak to pull himself up. Cherry got on her feet and ran. This time she didn't fall down. She had to get away. Cherry didn't want to go back to her house. Derrick knew many ways of getting in, so she wouldn't be safe. She got the spare key for the Volkswagen Beetle from the garage, and got in the car. Cherry jammed the key into the ignition, not worrying about her seatbelt. After breaking through the shed door, she got onto the dirt road that led to the small town of Ridgemond. All she could think about was getting away. "What the hell is he?!" She screamed to herself as her little Beetle roared down the road. "Never mind, I don't want to know, and I'm not letting that...that thing close enough to me to find out. He'll probably try to kill me now that I know the truth." She accelerated, trying to go as fast as possible. Going over 80 miles an hour, in the middle of a freak storm, in a little VW Beetle, wasn't very smart, but neither was staying in the same place as some monster who was obviously trying to keep a secret. Cherry probably would have made it to Ridgemond, if the road ahead of her hadn't been washed out. One second she was on a muddy but drivable road, the next she was trying to drive through a flash flood. Even though she was going fast, her little VW was no SUV. Her car got stuck. Cherry tried backing up. All she ending up doing was spinning her wheels. She spent several minutes trying to get her car unstuck, but nothing worked. She didn't want to get out of her car, but there was no other way. Cherry wasn't about to let Derrick catch up to her. She stepped outside and realized that she was in a hurricane. She immediately pulled her rain jacket hood down over her face to shield her from the stinging rain and debris that seemed to attack her. She stood in about three feet of water that soaked through her denim jeans and made her very cold very quickly. It was a struggle trying to get to the back of the car. Twice she was almost hit by jagged tree logs floating down the flashflood, and her boots felt like iron. Finally, she got behind the car and pushed. The car moved a little. Cherry pushed harder, digging her feet into the mire. The car moved more. Cherry stopped for a break, catching her breath. This was like a workout for her. While she was resting, Cherry saw two bright lights off into the distance down the way she had just come. She went right back to on the car, cursing, putting all her power into pushing it out of the water. She looked back several times at the headlights to keep herself going, using panic and fear as fuel. It took her less than a minute to push the car out. Cherry didn't look back again as she jumped into the driver's seat and took off again. Fear got the best of her and she looked back in her rearview mirror. Derrick's pickup truck crossed the flash flood as if it was a little stream. Cherry pushed the accelerator down to the floor. She wasn't going to let him catch her. Not when she so close to getting away. The road that she knew so well was completely different now. Parts of it was washed away, and she continually ran over small logs and pieces of trees. It was like it was all a dream. The only thing that kept her driving down that road, at close to 100 miles an hour, was the pair of high beam pickup headlights in her rearview mirror. Suddenly up ahead, Cherry saw that a large tree had fallen down onto the road. She instinctively put on her brakes, but they failed. She pumped the brakes, looking at her feet. The next time she looked up, she was hitting it. Cherry's body was pushed back into her seat, then against the windshield with tremendous force. She crashed through the windshield, not unlike a superhero, and landed some 25 feet away. Cherry was knocked unconscious, but when she came to, Derrick was standing over her, as dark as a shadow. She screamed, trying to backpedal on her hands and knees, but couldn't. Cherry couldn't move her legs. Looking at them, she realized she had broken both her legs just below the knee. She looked back up at Derrick, who was looking at her with an emotion she couldn't understand. "Stay still so I can stop the bleeding." He told her calmly, bending down to her. "Get the hell away! You're trying to kill me!" she screamed. "Someone! Help! He's a monster! He's a -" Her words were cut short by a powerful slap across the face that knocked her out again. When Cherry came to, she felt like she had the worse than ever. Her throat was raw from screaming, her head ached from being hit by a log and her husband's hand, and she still couldn't move her legs. Upon further inspection of herself, she realized she couldn't move her arms either. She was back in her home tied securely to her bed. When she began struggling against the ropes, Derrick came into view. "Good. You're awake. I didn't hit you too hard." He caressed her head lovingly. She pulled her head away from him. "You bastard! What are you going to do to me? What are you going to do?" Cherry started to sob. "I'm not going to do anything to you." He pulled up the blanket covering her legs. They were splinted with scraps of wood from his workshop, and cloth from clothing ripped apart hurriedly. "Is this supposed to make me feel better? I don't even know what you are anymore!" she screamed at him. His face took on a dark expression. "I'm the same man you married! What's any different?" Cherry laughed bitterly. " Besides the shape changing into a gigantic fucking tiger? Nothing!" Derrick growled deep in his throat, in warning. Cherry gasped. "Why don't you get it over with?" Derrick bent down over her and looked her in the eye. "I don't want to kill you!" He rasped in an catlike hiss. " If I did, you would already be dead! I could have left you there on the road, and the storm would have finished you off. " "So why do you want me alive? Are you going to eat me? That's it! This is the storm of the century! You're going to need something to tide you over!" she tugged at her ropes, wildly. Derrick got out of her face and watched her struggle. " You don't want to come to the obvious conclusion. It scares you more than me wanting to eat you." "And what conclusion could that be after you knocked me out and tied me up? " Derrick sighed. " How else was I supposed to save you without you hurting yourself? You lost a lot of blood, and you had two broken legs, Puffs." He touched her face. "Tell me that's not love. Tell me that's the cold, calculating instinct of a tiger stalking food." "Wha-aat?" sputtered Cherry. "How can you love me, being what you are? Tigers don't love!" "I do love you Cherry. That's why I'm giving you a choice now." "Oh great. Are you going to ask me if I want to live through your mauling or not?" Derrick growled again. " I'm giving you the choice of dying a human, or living as I am." "Like that's a fucking choice!" screamed Cherry through her tears. "You've lost too much blood. I stopped it, but you lost too much." He showed her the jagged wounds she had on her thighs, exposing bone. "I'm sorry. I can't do anything else." Tiger's Eye "Shit." said Cherry simply, trying to take it all in. Now that she had stopped moving, she was starting to feel dizzy from the pain. The shock was wearing off, and she could feel the pain in her lower limbs. It was the most painful thing she had ever experienced. She cried out, and Derrick went to her. "There isn't much time left. You have to tell me now." He told her. For all his face's blandness, Cherry could see tears welling up in his eyes. "You've got to tell me now." he repeated. "How is it? " asked Cherry, trying to smile through the pain. " Is it something I would want if I wasn't about to die?" "I'm not going to lie to you, Cherry. You won't be able to live without being near some kind of forestry, you won't trust as many people, and you'll have an unquenchable urge to mate once a month." Cherry's eyes widened at the thought of sex in a situation like that. " Changing won't be easy. You might find it uncomfortable, even painful, and you might be stuck in an in-between form until you get used to it. You'll have to kill living creatures for your food, or else eat raw meat every few days. If you can live with all that, you'll live through it." Cherry was quiet for a long time. " I'm going to live like you then. " She told him. "I'm not going to die here like this." Derrick pulled out his hunting knife and cut the rope off her wrists. " I wish it didn't have to be this way." He said softly. " I always fantasized about telling you about me. I never thought you'd find out on your own. I'm sorry about all of this." As soon as she was free, Cherry reached out for her husband. When she felt his warmth, his familiar strength around her, she knew she could trust him to do this. " Just make it quick okay? I don't want to miss Oprah at three." she said, jokingly. For the first time that day, Derrick smiled, and for Cherry, it was like the storm clouds had disappeared. "I'll try baby, but I think you'll have to settle for the re-run tomorrow." Tigers Eye She gazed at the necklace on the Kings muscular chest, mesmerized. Polished black stone with burnt orange swirls attached to a gold chain. Its beauty was alluring and magnetic to the eyes. She poured the wine into his goblet with quick short glances at the stone, then the cup. Slightly bent over she pulled her long, silken blonde hair to the side. "See something you like?" King Torto asked lowly. Her eyes shot upwards to his then slighted him a smile. "It's very pretty," she said shyly. Then stood erect after filling his silver goblet. She went to turn away and King Torto gripped her wrist lightly and pulled to get her attention. She spun back around in fear she may have upset him. "Sorry sir, I was only admiring the stone," she snapped with a hint of fear. She curtsied and lowered her head which was the custom of a servant in the presence of a King or Queen. "That is quite all right fair maiden," the King replied to ease her insecurities. What would you give me for it?" King Torto asked with a wicked smile. "I have nothing of value sir, I really should be getting to my duties," she responded in an attempt to flee. The King released her arm with a trickle of fingers along her hand sensually. "What is your name?" He asked. "Jasmine sir," she replied with another curtsey. She gazed at the stone again only as a choice not to look the King in the eyes. "Well Jasmine, perhaps we can strike a barter," he said with his mischievous grin. The backside of his hand run up the side of her leg. "Is there something wrong my King?" Asked the Queen which sat to his left. Leaning into her husband to see what was wrong. Her eyes shot to the servant with temperament. "No my love, I was just telling our new server that the proper way to serve a king was to serve from the left, not the right. Isn't that right, Jasmine?" The King smiled at both women. "Yes sir, I shall remember this," Jasmine said then whisked off to her duties of pouring wine to the guests. The Queen run her fingers along the Kings strong bare chest, then along the garnish of his tiger skin cape. The room was vast and lit by the many fires and candles. The occasion was his birthday and most of the courts council was there for the feast. The King turned and kissed his wife then drank from his goblet, with eyes that searched the room for Jasmine. She had sparked his desires and was not going to let her get to far away before the night was thru. The Queen settled back to chatting with the woman to her left. King Torto watched the crowd with a smile plastered to his face. Then it grew when he saw Jasmine come from the kitchen with more wine and began serving again. "Can I get you anything sire?" Darth asked, the Kings aid who walked up beside him, lowering slightly to be heard clearly. His tall, lanky frame towered over the muscular King, smiling. King Torto nodded towards Jasmine and smiled then cautiously looked back at his wife, the Queen. She was engrossed in her conversation so the King turned towards Darth smiling with his usual mischievous grin. "You see her?" King Torto asked. "Yes sire," Darth grinned back at the King. "The usual sire?" King Torto nodded 'Yes' and turned to be sure his wife was still occupied then took a long drink of his wine as if savoring the maidens touch to his goblet. The 'usual' meant after the guards shift change, at midnight he would be headed towards the 'room.' A room set aside where the King had many frolics, it was well known the king was a man of many desires but no one dared speak of it aloud. After the shift change meant the halls of the castle were mostly clear of guards going home, and those going to they're post were settled into a game of stones and bones or falling asleep. Which ever the case, the timing was perfect for moving about the castle unnoticed. The King slowly walked the corridor towards the 'room.' He opened the large wooden door with ease and stepped inside quickly, looking back to see who may have seen. Once inside he shut the door and turned to see Jasmine rising from her seat and apply the proper curtsy. "Sire," she said respectfully. "I wish not to--" "I have two choices to give you Jasmine," King Torto didn't give her a chance to finish, he had heard such speeches before. Walking towards her till he was standing before her. His broad chest in front of her small rosy face. "I can take what I want, or we can strike an arrangement?" King Torto said sternly. Running his hand along Jasmine's outer arm assuring her of his intentions. Jasmine looked up slightly till she was gazing at the Tigers eye stone and necklace. Its worth was great for the times. She knew she wasn't going to be able to talk the King out of his desires. She trembled a bit from fear and anxiety. "I don't know exactly what you mean, sir?" "Come now," King Torto put his hand under her chin and raised her face to make her look at him in the eyes. "You know what I want, now tell me what you want." "I want to go home, sir," Jasmine said with certainty. King Torto run his finger down her neck slowly and lightly. Toyed gently with her exposed collar bone then let his hand brush her chest as it fell even farther down her body. "I will have you my sweet," He said with a light tone in his voice. Bringing his hand back up to her chin and raising her face upwards as he slowly leaned in and began kissing her. Jasmine went to step back and the King gripped her shoulders and pulled her to him and he kissed her again. Leaned back and looked at her with a smile of delight. Licking his lips, tasting her flavor. "So, I get this precious stone for my sacred virginity?" Jasmine asked in a sarcastic tone. Looking at the tigers eye stone at King Torto's chest. "Precisely." "I don't know sir, I have no choice, do I?" She asked in hopes for an alternative. He released his tight grip and brushed her arms where he had held her tightly. He put one arm behind her and swooped with the other under and behind her legs. Picking her up and started walking towards the bed. He looked at her smiling. He wasn't very patient but he was being more so with her. Perhaps because she had a beauty that sparked his likes. Jasmine gazed at the stone of black and orange while he laid her on the bed then rose up and unfastened his skins. She settled back and watched wide eye'd. His cock was swelled up a bit from anticipation as his clothes hit the floor. Her eyes fixed on his muscle that was slightly large. She had never seen such a sight and was curious as much as she was afraid. "Remove your clothes woman, prepare to receive your King." Jasmine slowly sat up and pulled her clothes down timidly and shy. Trying not to reveal her nakedness. Once she was mostly free of her clothing the King pulled them from her and tossed them to the side. Jasmine reached up with her arms trying to cover herself. Her fair skin stirred the Kings desires even more. He leaned forward and took her by the back of the head and pulled gently till she understood what he wanted. Putting his cock to her face and pressing her into it. She took it in hand and fondled with it. Checking out its shape and texture. Exploring while she moved her hand slowly across its features. The impatient King pressed her head into him and with one hand held his cock till it was fixed at her lips. Jasmine opened her mouth slightly and began to lightly lick and taste him. Putting him in her mouth and rubbing him with her slender fingers. Her other hand cupped his balls lightly as she fondled them, finding some pleasure in her exploration. The king pressed the back of her head into him even more causing her to open her mouth wider. His cock went deep into her mouth and she gagged lightly. King Torto snickered and then pressed even more. Jasmine pulled back fully coughing and licking her lips of the wetness that trailed across her chin. Wiping with her long fingers as the King pushed her backwards on the bed. She lay back and her hair fell all around covering the sheets under her. King Torto gazed at her firm perky breasts then lightly fell atop of her. Kissing her deeply while fixing himself for penetration. Jasmine opened her legs slightly, more for comfort than an invitation. Allowing the King to slide into her more easily. The sting of first time bit between her legs. The widening of her vaginal walls caused her to bite at her bottom lip as she turned her head from the King. Her light moan came from his first thrust. His arms spread out with his hands at either side of her head supporting his weight. His bodies driving insertion caused her to cry out a bit more. "Ooo," she whimpered. The Tigers eye stone bumped into her chin as he began his pumping drives. His musk scent filled her nostrils as he filled her deeply. The stretching of her inner walls made her squirm while he pushed deeper and deeper. "Aw, yes...Jasmine," he moaned out as he began to hump feverishly. His thrusts rammed into her making the sound of slapping flesh. Jasmine opened her legs even wider in hopes of some comfort. Tossing her head back and forth in quick jerks while the king took stabs at her neck with nipping bites. "Ohhh," she moaned out in discomfort. Her cunt aflame from rubbing drives. The King panted short breaths and humped vigorously while watching Jasmine's facial grits. Her eyes narrowed, her lips tight, her hair scattered, her rosy cheeks aflame and her nipples hard. Her breast bounced slightly from his motions but there firmness kept them mostly in place while her body gave way to his thrusts. "Uhh...ooo..hummm," the King moaned out as his cock stiffened fully. Filling Jasmine with warmness, deep with her while his orgasmic moan rang out. She bit at her bottom lip again while hoping he was almost through. His quick jerks of body muscle and short paced drives were her only sign he may be done. He finally came to a stop, still within her. Filling her in short squirts of warm cum. A wet sound sloshed between them as he slowly humped a couple more times then withdrew from her. He was hot and sweaty with tightened muscles. Droplets of sweat fell onto her bare flesh as he got up and stood at the bed's edge. Jasmine looked at his enormous cock that still rose high from his loins. Closing her legs slowly feeling the strain between them. Stirring slightly to find a comfortable spot to lay. "You may lay here tonight if you wish my sweet," the King said out of breath. He reached down and picked up his clothes and began to put them on. Jasmine pulled the sheets around her and settled into them. Watching his every move. Gazing at his firm muscular ass all the way till he pulled his bottom skins back on fully. The King turned towards her while fastening them. "You are sweeter than a mountain flower, Jasmine." The King turned and began to walk away. "Sire?" Jasmine spat quickly. He turned back towards her smiling. "I wondered if you would say anything." The King reached up and yanked the necklace from his neck. Looked at it a moment then tossed it next to Jasmine on the bed. It curled up naturally on the sheet. She reached and took it. "Perhaps we can deal again?" He asked with his usual mischievous grin. Jasmine thought of ways to leave the castle, never to return again. Looking at her payment, the Tiger eye necklace. Her mind swirled with thoughts as the King stood there waiting a reply. "Perhaps, you have many more stones left after all your deals?" She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. The King smiled at the first hint of fire from this maiden. "I have even better ones my sweet," with that he began to walk towards the door again, as he reached it he turned back towards her once more. "Is that a yes?" Jasmine looked at the necklace and stone, long and hard then looked up at the King with a slight smile, "Its a perhaps." She said with a mischievous smile and slight batting of her eye lashes, looking downward shyly. The King's smile grew as he opened the door and peered out into the hall then left. Jasmine laid back into the sheets and raised her hands up high with the necklace and pulled her arms out wider stringing the chain to its length. Her face cringed slightly as she could feel the soreness between her legs, slightly. Her eyes fixed on the stone and she curled up to her side and pulled the covers over her. Balled the chain up in her hand she lay there looking at her prize. Her thoughts went many places but her eyes stayed fixed on the black and burnt orange stone. Its polished shine reflected the fire in the rooms light. Slowly she slipped off into slumber gazing at, the Tigers eye.