4 comments/ 9803 views/ 4 favorites Shadow-Cat Ch. 02 By: kailab Night- Crawler or Samuel has he was more commonly referred to when Lykens weren't in battle; emerged from the shadows and stared directly at the Prince. It hadn't been difficult getting into the cell that the Prince had been placed. The Lykens that had been guarding the Prince only took their orders so far as to mean that the Prince should not die in their care. However if anything should happen to the Prince so long as there was no evidence of unsavory treatment then they had executed their duties to the best of their ability. In fact when they had seen Samuel descend the stairs to the dungeon shortly after the Prince had been dumped within its decrepit walls they had kindly taken a break from their arduous task. Cocking his head to one side as though in deep thought Samuel had determined that since the time that he had come into the cell and they had left to the time the Prince had awoken the two Lykens Karl and Max had not returned to their posts. Samuel had no doubt that once his business (whatever it was) had been concluded the two Lykens would materialize and be back at their posts as though his presence had been unnoticed. Rousing himself from his thoughts Samuel had become aware that the Prince had been staring at him warily his eyes constantly dancing from his face to his leg. Resignation was etched into every delicate feature on his face. "Shit" he mused "delicate features where the fuck did that come from?!" "Well" a voice within his subconscious reflected "the Prince could quite easily be referred to as delicate, effeminate even. Only a closer look which went beyond the full pouting mouth, the wide emerald eyes that could turn acidic in times of anger, you would see a strong jaw a mans jaw. You would see determination and a stubbornness which bordered on stupidity that contrasted with the still chubby cheeks. A kitten that thinks it's a tiger indeed! Upon remembering the statement that he had originally been spoken by way of insult, which now resonated with more affection than Samuel was comfortable with, he almost smiled when he recalled how the Princes eyes had turned toxic. A dark glower swept across the Lyken's face giving him a preternaturally chilling look as he recovered his senses. This boy - man was the enemy, he was no more than a bargaining chip. Samuel chastised himself for allowing his mind to draw him into such dangerous and foolish delusions. How could he be so weak? Delicate indeed he scoffed inwardly. Hastening his resolve Samuels eyes snapped from the Princes lips to his eyes upon hearing an almost inaudible gasp, no doubt the product of his glare. The Princes eyes reflected a torrent of emotion: recognition, confusion and fear. Samuel felt sadistically pleased to see the latter etched throughout the Princes body. "Yes" he thought "let him be afraid. Let him fear me" this time Samuel did smile which manifested into more or a leer as he advanced towards the Prince. To say that the Lyken was pissed would have been a major understatement. Livid, furious contemplating retribution would have been better assessments. In fact I'm pretty sure with the way he is advancing towards me with this sneer across his face retribution isn't too far from his mind. Yelling for help is without a doubt out of the question, considering the fact that I am behind enemy lines, have killed two Lykens and broken this ones leg I am no ones favorite were-cat right now. Not to mention I would rather die (becoming more and more of a possibility as time progresses) than give this beast the satisfaction of seeing me scream for help exposing my fear of him at this particular moment. Regardless of the fact that he can hear my frantic heart beat as it thunders in my chest and smell my fear from across the cell. Now let me just reiterate that I'm no fool, I know a losing battle when I see one (this definitely classifies as one) and it is by no means cowardice to retreat from a situation that will without a doubt bring about more unnecessary pain, injury and or death to my person. What's that saying again live to fight another day. Those couldn't be more truer words. For every advance that he made I retreated. It seemed like a cleaver idea at the time I lost no ground thus he gained no advantage over me. I would just like to point out the operative word seemed. Everything was going well until my back came into contact with one of the walls. I've never heard a more ominous sound than the gentle thud of my back connecting with the brickwork. The Lyken continued to advance towards me until his body was against mine. I could feel his warm breath as it washed over me as he braced his large muscular arms on either side of my shoulders securing me in my place. As if I could go any where. I never realized how big he was he exuded strength as a were-cat we are naturally slender it just isn't necessary to be so big our strength lies in our skill and speed. Needless to say I've never seen a man so huge before. My heart stuttered when he leaned in and growled in my ear "What is there no more fight left in you Kitten?" I felt his words rumbling against my chest as he spoke and his breath warmed my ear and raised the hair on my neck. And for the first time since I realized he was in my cell my heart pounded with something other than fear. All I could think about was his body so warm so strong against mine. All I could think about was the strength radiating from him. His smell easily swept passed my well constructed barriers and infiltrated my senses, it was unlike anything I'd ever smelt before it was feral it was masculine. My breathing hitched in my chest when he spoke again running the tip of his nose against my neck "Your purring" the joyful satisfaction evident in his words instantly tore my from my stupor working better than a douse of cold water. My eyes snapped open- Exactly when the fuck did they close?! Before I continue I would just like to add a disclaimer notice: Do you remember when I spoke about educated retreats and not doing anything stupid to warrant unnecessary pain, injury and or death? Oh you do- yeah well there comes a time when stupidity rears its ugly head and all that Confucius shit goes out the window! Okay here is what happened next: I don't know what it is but embarrassment like the one that I was just subjected to can really send a major rush of adrenaline pumping, I punched him in the chest (mistake number 1). The force of the blow landed his flat on his ass at the other end of the cell. Cue triumphant joy! Shadow-Cat Ch. 03 hey here is the third chapter i am working on the fourth right now as i type- bear with me. i am also almost finished with the third chapter of the vampire alastair so you know fingers crossed you guys like it!!! love kailab (Disclaimer: all stories are fictional and entirely my own works) Now I would like just take a minute to inform you that stupidity is a disease that I experience from time to time. At that moment I had absolutely no idea what I was going to do when he got up. What I do know is that I am hopelessly and unequivocally rendered incapable of a single rational thought or behavior when he is close to me (yeah I know no shit!). My skin is still tingling where he touched me, well breathed against me oh gods I shudder to think what would have happened if he actually touched me! "That's it Kitt, I knew you had some fight left in you!" Okay first of all this son of a bitch really needs to stop mocking me. Secondly he also needs to stop interrupting me when I'm trying to conduct and argument with myself, its just plain damned rude! "First of all you hideously foul beast you will not speak to me in such a formal manner we are not equals!" He got up from the floor and graced me with a sarcastic bow. "Forgive me your Highness for my candidness. But if I may be so bold as to point out that if your earlier behavior is anything to go by, then you don't consider me to be such a ..What was it you said? Oh yes a hideously foul beast. In fact i'd be willing to bet that you wouldn't have objected if had gone a little further." "Begging your forgiveness you majesty" he continued "but if your earlier purring and panting where any indication as to go by dare I say you would have enjoyed it". "By the way aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves but I never actually touched you, although that could easily be rectified just say the word my Prince I'll be happy to oblige" By the end of his little speech my face was aflame. No one and I mean no one has ever spoken to me in such a manner. I wanted to say something, deliver a scathing remark anything. But his words cut to the quick and I suddenly felt out of my depth. Unable to meet his eyes and with little or no conviction I spoke again "Come near me again, and I don't care how strong you are I will kill you". I turned away from him and walked to the far corner of the cell and collapsed in a corner. Out of my depth doesn't even begin to cover it. I stared at the floor, as the gravity of the whole situation came crashing down upon me like storm waves breaking against a beach. Did Shadow- Fang and the others make it to the boats? Did they survive? Did they make it to my father? Will the Lyken leader Marcus negotiate or does he have a more sinister plan in mind? I am so far from home and so alone. A torrent of emotions weighed down upon my chest making it difficult to breathe, and the last thing I need are the desires of a sadistic Lyken on top of the problems that I already have. I don't even want to even give voice to the one thought that has been circulating in my head: Would my father really negotiate with Marcus? Would he sacrifice his son rather than concede to the terms set by Marcus? Goddess give me strength I feel so small and... afraid. Lost within the world wind of my thoughts I was shocked to hear the whispered voice of the Lyken "Forgive me your Highness". I stared at him my surprise evident on my face, but failed to meet his eyes as he had his staring at the space between his feet. Odd how everything about him could be so sure, so powerful and imposing definitely a man used to being obeyed; and yet at this moment he wasn't any of those things. In fact he resembled a boy who had just disappointed his parents or his teacher as he toed the dirt with a bowed head. Clearly mistaking my stunned silence to imply that I hadn't heard he spoke again in the same gravelly masculine voice, that caressed my skin making it flush as though his words were again spoken against my neck. "Forg-" "I heard what you said" I interrupted "Why are you apologizing to me?" I asked my suspicion rising. What can I say I'm not ready to trust him after all he is a Lyken and a dangerous one at that. And I don't just mean the fact that he could eviscerate me with one swipe of his talons. Not that that should be in any way overlooked! He exudes a raw sexuality that hints at untamed primal desires- a beast indeed! Once again distracted by such a fine male specimen (hey I can look but not touch without any ramifications. At least that's what I argued to shut my rational side up. Yeah stupidity is back in the drivers seat.) I completely miss what he said and find him looking at me expectantly almost pleadingly in fact. Shit! I clear my throat which has become very dry and stammer "Wh.. What did you say?" "I said your Highness" his deep voice rumbled and traveled across the cell to settle in the pit of my stomach. Pay attention damn it! "I was inappropriate and should never have taken advantage like that." Okay hang on one second notice he didn't say he was wrong to do what he did just that it was inappropriate. Yeah me too. Now with stupidity at the helm operating my motor functions, the ability to think before speaking valve had been disengaged. In other words this really wasn't the time to be catching on. You'll understand what I mean. "But apparently you don't think that you were wrong to do what you did." I accused - stupidly. A wicked gleam flashed in his dark eyes, he walked towards the cell door before leaving he turned and said "You're right I don't think I'm wrong and neither do you" (presumptuous bastard) he paused before he continued momentarily lost in thought "I'll ensure that you have better accommodations and ill be back with something for you to eat- Okay?" Again the unsure Lyken presents himself. "What's your name?" It seemed silly that with the sudden familiarity that had been erected between us (not my doing) that I didn't know his name. "It's Samuel" he replied "Okay Samuel umm thanks". After an awkward silence the Lyken - no Samuel left and boy did the cell seem empty. I mean really empty and colder, Samuel certainly does know fill up a room. I have no doubt that no matter where he goes or whose company he's in he is the center of attention, and all eyes are on him. Samuel left with the Prince on his mind and his body alive with all that had just taken place. Dangerous business he was undertaking of that there was no doubt. What was he thinking? His mind drifted back to when he had the Prince's compliant body against him, close enough to touch but never going that extra distance. His stomach tightened as he recalled how responsive the Prince had been purring deep within his chest, when Samuel had spoken in his ear. He remembered that almost inaudible whimper that escaped unknowingly from the Prince, his arousal had seeped into Samuel's brain clouding his thoughts and egging on the beast within him that had been restless ever since laying eyes on the Prince. Restless doesn't even begin to explain how he had felt, waking up exhausted every morning because each night he awoke drenched in sweat, writhing against his sheets sometimes as hard as steel as he dreamt of the Prince. The dreams were so intense and unrelenting that often when he dreamt of making love to the Prince, he swore he could feel the soft firmness of the Prince's back as he caressed it. He'd swear he could feel the Prince clawing his back urging him on as he slowly thrust into the Prince torturing them both. He was convinced that he could hear the Prince cry out every time Samuel mercilessly massaged his prostate with his penis. He was certain that he could feel the inner walls of the Prince tighten as he reached his climax the climax that Samuel gave to him. And it would be at these points that Samuel awoke with his chest heaving; eyes clamped shut, toes curled, teeth gritted, hands clutching at his sheets, and back arched towards the ceiling as he rode out the final stretch of one of the most intense orgasms he had ever experience. The operative word being orgasms even after falling exhausted against the sheets with his sweat and semen cooling on his skin, he managed only an hour or two before it all happened again. With these dreams continuing well into the early hours of the morning. Samuel allowed his feet to carry his body out of the dungeon; with unseeing eyes he passed the two guards who had returned to their posts now that Samuel had apparently finished his business with the Prince. With his mind consumed once again by the Prince, he recalled how regretful he had been of insinuating that the Prince was no more than a whore for acting the way he had towards him. In fact a part (okay a large part) of him had been elated that he had caused the Prince's reaction. That the Prince was just as responsive in reality as he was in his dreams. He'd felt lower than scum when the Kitt had sat so dejectedly in the corner of the cell, it was then that he'd realized how vulnerable the Prince really was. In his minds eye he saw and heard his wolf snap and snarl at him for inflicting such pain upon the Prince. He felt his wolfs desire to embrace the Prince to offer comfort as well as protection. And it had been damned near impossible to resist the urge to pick up the Prince and bury his face in those auburn tresses and leave his mark upon him. And now his wolf was pining for it's mate! Mate?! "Oh for fuck sake get a grip! You've barely been in his presence for more than an hour and he's already your mate?" Samuel barely heard the warning growl that his words had caused to erupt from his wolf. So heated was he that he ignored the bared teeth and rising hackles as he continued his rant. "Bullshit you're just horny as fuck and the Prince just happens to be the first attractive piece of ass that has appealed to you in over a year." To say Samuel was unprepared for the bone shaking snarl that erupted from within would be a gross understatement. The rage that erupted from his wolf was enough to make Samuel drop to his knees. His eyes though open could not take in its surroundings all he saw was red, a searing heat exploded from the base of his neck traveling to the back of his eyes. Samuel clutched his head in agony, his back bowed as he felt his wolf begin to claw its way to the surface. His ribs cracked rearranging themselves for the beginning of the transformation from man to Lyken. The hands that clutched his temples in a feeble attempt to keep his head from splitting open, turned into talons and drew blood. The smooth baritone voice became gravelly and rough as Samuel cried out "Back!" "Get Back!". Samuels body twisted and turned as man and beast fought within for dominance. As quickly as the assault began it ceased, leaving Samuel shaken and trembling on the ground. Before his wolf retreated into the darkness of Samuels subconscious its warning resounded clear in his mind. "That was merely a warning- Never insult, harm or bring harm to my MATE!". Too weak to do anything but lay on his back Samuel concentrated solely upon breathing and trying to slow the pounding of his heart. Shadow-Cat Ch. 04 OKAY THIS IS THE FOURTH INSTALLMENT OF SHADOW CAT THE LAST TIME WE LEFT OFF SAMUEL'S WOLF HAD JUST ATTEMPTED A HOSTILE TAKE OVER! :-) His Louis XIV sleigh bed with its unique metal carvings and intricate silver patters decorated the head and footboard of the bed depicted the story of the Lyken. it told of their constant fight for freedom against a seemingly unstoppable foe. The bed in question was adorned with red satin and black silk sheets which were rumpled on the left side clearly showing which side that he preferred to sleep on. To the left of the bed sat his three draw nightstand, like the bed the nightstand was made of a dark cherry ash with silver trimming at the bottom and side of each draw. On the nightstand was a picture of his mother and father. Samuel was blessed with his mothers olive skinned complexion and generous mouth. As a result of his mothers Gypsy heritage he had inherited her people's thick dark colored hair. In regards to his father Samuel inherited his father's quiet countenance. Like his father Samuel very rarely lost his temper, but when angered he was like a storm that raged out at sea only calming when there was no more energy to fuel its destructive powers. His parents had been a pair of opposites. Where his mother was petite barely reaching 5ft; his father was a giant of a man towering over most humans and Lyken alike at a staggering 6 ft 9 inches. Where his mother was known to be talkative and it was common to hear her laughter ringing through the air, his father was always quiet barely speaking above a whisper. To Samuel's knowledge he had never heard his father laugh although when he smiled it would reach his eyes causing them to shimmer with mirth. And for a brief moment in time his father's image was transformed from being a fierce ageing warrior, to a young man without a care in the world. And it was at these times when his father's smile would totally consume the room, that it was easy to see how his mother could fall so head over heels for such a man. Samuel turned away from the picture which had brought up such an all consuming feeling of loneliness within him and stalked towards the door that would give way to his bathroom. Barely registering the book case, that dominated one whole wall that was filled with his favorite literary texts, as he made his way into the large bathroom. Large didn't even begin to cover it; grotesque would be a more astute observation. Gold trimmings lined the edging of the bathtub, the sink and the sides of the shower doors. In turn the taps, nozzles and even the handle of the toilet was plated in gold. In Samuels opinion it was too much decadence to be practical, in fact it was irrevocably unnecessary. Samuel could feel his wolfs lazy agreement with this observation clearly having decided that Samuel had learnt his lesson. "Perhaps" it mused "Perhaps Red would like it. He is a Prince after all and used to such luxuries". "Red?" Samuel questioned his wolf that had placed its head on its forepaws and closed its eyes in anticipation of a quick nap after all hostile takeovers were exhausting! Upon hearing the question his wolf raised its head slightly and cracked open one eye and replied in an almost matter- of- fact voice. "Yeah it's the color of his hair and what his temper is like" his wolf chuckled. Well as much as its possible for a dog to chuckle in essence it was more of a series of barks. "Plus" he continued "It's much better than you calling him kitt now that really seems to piss him off. Not that I don't like getting him all riled up he is damned sexy when he's mad. Hmm I love it when his nose scrunches up and his lips get all pouty, just makes me want to..." "I get it!" Samuel exclaimed that last thing he wanted to be doing in his emotionally fragile state is thinking about those lips. His wolf rolled its eyes again a feat for a four legged beast and simply stated "You wouldn't be worried about getting such a severe case of blue balls if you went down there and took what you wanted. We both know Red would have no objects to you bringing him upstairs and indulging in some hot, frenzied passionate sex. OH by the way haven't you forgotten something?" Samuel groaned as he realized that the Prince was still sitting in that rotten cell. Glancing briefly at his reflection in the mirror above the sink he turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on his face. Turning from the mirror Samuel made his way back into his bedroom and out the door. He walked at a brisk pace down the halls towards the dungeons. "Shit. Where the hell is he going to sleep?" 'Pfft' his wolf snorted "As if you don't already know! You can't exactly have passionate, frenzied sex while he is in another room. Not unless you're planning on some midnight visits?" At that his wolf began to pant eagerly, and Samuel began to feel the sex between his legs thicken with anticipation. The idea of paying the Kitt a visit in the middle of the night whilst he was asleep and slowing pulling the sheets that covered his body down to his waist. He would be surprised and extremely aroused to know that the Kitt slept nude. His body would be flushed and slightly damp with sweat for the nights were hotter in Anduslavia than they were in Eritrea. The Kitt would be lying on his stomach and Samuel would lean down tongue extended and slowly lick the kitt's back, starting from the base of his spine traveling up to the top of his neck, savoring the salty sweet taste of him. Upon feeling Samuel's tongue he would shiver in his sleep not yet rousing, he'd sigh slightly and fall deeper into sleep. Samuel however after one lick, after tasting his... mate would not be content with just one taste. No the beast within him would not be satisfied; it would demand further action and Samuel would not deny him such. He would fully remove the sheet from the Kitt exposing that ivory skin to the sliver of moonlight that shone in the room. And even as his eyes feasted on such a sight his fingers would reach out to touch, to further imprint in his memory the image and feel of the one that belonged to him. His hands would stroke skin as soft as silk. He'd circle a slim waist and cup a pert backside before it all would become too much. Then and only then would he lean on the bed supporting his weight with his knees and kiss each globe. Only when his beast was near madness would he part those perfect cheeks, and begin to delicately lap at the small furled portal that caused his sex to ache. He would curl his tongue and wet the sensitive flesh over and over again. Softly the kitt would begin to moan and sigh in his sleep as Samuel lazily flicked his tongue over his portal. Samuel in his eagerness to taste more of his mate he would stiffen his tongue and taste his mate's inner secrets. His mate would awaken and writhe on the small appendage, and Samuel would grasp his hips and shove his tongue in farther. His growls would echo through the room, the sound of his slick tongue lashing his mate's hole would be loud and crude. A soft gasp pulled Samuel from his thoughts. He was in the dungeon. The prince was in the corner of his cell his lips parted and wet, his face flushed. Neither said a word. "OH" the prince whimpered.