3 comments/ 22542 views/ 3 favorites Strength By: culloden It happened quickly. She walked into the bedroom. There was a sound from behind, but she couldn't spin around before she was knocked off balance. Whiskers abraded the back of her neck, and a rough, working man's hand clamped her mouth tightly shut. The man's other arm wrapped around her chest, pinning her to him. She couldn't see her assailant, but she knew who it was from his strength, from his presence in her bedroom. She felt overpowered, like a trapped animal, struggling against the impossible. She twisted, tried to pull away, and he reacted by squeezing her breast until the pain made her gasp. "Stop it, woman. I can hurt you a lot more than that." She eased her struggles, trying to catch her breath. His mouth was against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You don't like it when I hurt you, do you?" This time she tried to twist, to turn to face the man, the bastard, maybe to knee him in the balls. He was ready, and simply tightened his hold. She got nowhere against his strength. The shock of his teeth closing hard on her shoulder stopped her struggles. She felt helpless and small, in the grip of a power far beyond her. He released her flesh from his teeth. "Maybe you do like it when I hurt you. I know I like it when you fight. Feel my cock? It's hard as stone. Do you want to play that game?" His cock was a force tight against her ass. He continued. "I'm going to fuck you. You won't be able to stop me. I'm going to fill your cunt with my seed. If you piss me off, I'll do your ass instead of your cunt, without so much as spit for lube. If you scream or make any noise, I'll hurt you first. Do you understand?" He emphasized his strength by squeezing her breast again. "It's your choice. I can just fuck you, like any other cock using your cunt. Or I can fuck you and hurt you, too. That would just make this more fun." She nodded, a calculus of her choices running through her head. She nodded. "Good girl. I'm going to uncover your mouth now. Keep it shut." He did, and she stayed quiet, used the freedom simply to breathe. He whispered in her ear, "Good. You're quick." She felt his hands go to her blouse. His fingers twined in between the buttons, then cool air hit her belly as he ripped open the blouse. She heard buttons hitting the floor. "You've got nice tits, woman," he said, squeezing her breasts through her bra. He pushed her face down on the bed and pulled the ruined blouse to her back. Leaving her arms in its sleeves, he wrapped the blouse's bottom around her head so it covered her eyes. It clamped down on her vision and pulled against her arms as he tied it tightly behind her head. From that position, behind her, he could have simply unclasped her bra. Instead, he wrenched it, tearing the hooks and eyes apart. "Roll over." She hesitated. "Roll over woman, unless you'd rather I fucked your ass." He grabbed her elbow and pulled it across her back, a wrestling move that forced her to her back and exposed her breasts. His hand was on her mouth again, his other at her throat, squeezing. He stayed there just long enough for her to feel the beginning of lightheadedness. "Remember what I said? I'm going to fuck you. What else happens is up to you." She nodded. He released her, slowly, then eased his weight off her. She felt his hands at the waist of her skirt, again felt the wrenching, felt his strength, as he tore it open. She lay on the bed, hooded, naked now except for her panties, blind and powerless. He tugged again, at her panties, which stretched instead of tearing. He pulled harder, jamming them into her ass, hurting her. Just as she was about to cry out, the waistband gave. He pulled what remained of her panties down just enough to expose her pussy. He stood up, and she heard the sounds of his pants being undone -- the metal to metal sound of the belt buckle, the snap, the zipper, the pants hitting the floor. She imagined his cock, hard, oozing, its one eye intent on only one thing. She clenched her legs, but his knee was there, pushing down, abrading her skin. Her cheek stung from his sudden slap. "That was my open hand. Do you need more?" She spoke for the first time as she haltingly opened her legs. "No." "Good girl." He knelt between her legs, one hand on her breast, the other roughly manipulating her sex. Perhaps it was a reaction to the inevitable, her body doing what it could to ease the coming invasion. Perhaps she was aroused by his strength. Whatever the reason, she was wet, and his calloused fingers slid inside her. He smiled. "So it's just fucking you want, then? My cum inside your cunt?" He answered for her, driving his cock into her, balls deep on the first thrust. She gasped. He fucked her like a bull, like a lion, slamming into her again and again and again, holding her shoulders as she moaned lowly, in rhythm with the impact of his pelvis on hers. He went rigid when he came, grunting, his cock emptying against the back of her cunt. He stayed inside her until he could once again breathe normally. "Good girl," he said. "Good wife." "Good husband. God, it's primal. I love how strong you are." Strength In My Submission "I will be there soon." He typed. I watched as the words appeared on the screen. Relief flooded my existence. He was coming over now. Coming because I was feeling scattered. Coming to bring some comfort to me and order into my life. I fussed around tidying up. I filled the kettle and flicked the switch, wandered into the loungeroom and hit 'play' on the stereo and the heavy beats from "Bat out of Hell" filled the air. I felt reassurance in the strength of the beats, the rhythm, the powerful voice. The scattered feeling began to shift. I felt a new feeling. One of expectant urgency. It was odd but I began to feel his presence long before he arrived like a van guard announcing his imminent arrival. I shuddered. I saw his headlights on the driveway as the auto switch on the kettle clicked off. He strode to the doorway in long certain steps. The window beside the doorway filled with his image as he approached. As I stood there with the door open, welcoming him my head was hung low. He reached out and took my face in his hands and said. "Let me look at you." I tried to smile and couldn't. "Smile for me. I want to see what you look like when you smile." His voice was commanding, comforting. I obeyed. "I see. It is a hug you need." I nodded my head. He slid his strong arms around me and drew me to him. Stroking my hair he cooed softly in my ear. "There! You feeling a bit better?" He looked into my eyes and smiled. I nodded. "Yes. Thank you." My body shivered. His strength and power filled the air around me. I led the way to the kitchen. "Would you like a coffee now? Or would you prefer a beer?" "I have to drive so a coffee will be good." He watched as I worked. With our coffees in hand we moved to the loungeroom. Meatloaf was still belting out his songs and I turned the volume low so we could talk. He didnt need to be offered a seat he took one. "Here. Sit at my feet and I will rub your shoulders." I obeyed. His masculine hands kneaded my shoulders, neck and upper back. I melted under his ministrations. He leant forward and kissed my neck and chewed on the top of my spine. Electricity shot through my body. I felt my pussy fill with moisture. "You like that?" He cooed. "Yes." "Unwind your body. Let it go." I found myself doing as he instructed. It felt good to have him take control. He slid his hand around and cupped my breast, squeezing my nipples between his finger and thumb while he again bit on my neck. "Oh God!" The words escaped me. "You do like this don’t you?" "Yes very much." My body opened up to him. he slid around in front of me and ran his hands over my body. I could feel the strength in his fingers as he circled my nipples and again squeezed them. I knew I could resist. Stop. Send him home. And he would go, knowing that to stay could be problematic. A member of the local Chamber of Commerce, and a Rotarian, he could not risk trouble. His solid reputation in the community gave him power. His construction business too, this town was his. He had built it. The local councilors all consulted with him. He carried the town in his pocket. I wanted him to have me. Wanted him to take what he wanted. I leaned back against the lounge. His hands sought my wet pussy and he flicked my clit with his thumb. Electricity shot through me again. My legs opened wide for him. "You are quite the sub aren't you?" He enquired. I nodded. "You like submitting to men?" He urged. "No!" I said. "I like submitting to you." He slid two fingers into my steaming cunt and sucked on my left breast. "Good answer." "Please. Please take me." "Not yet. First I want you to do some things for me." His fingers were pumping in and out of me and he bit into my shoulder. I could feel his teeth in my flesh. Bruising. Not quite breaking the skin. "What do you want." My body slid to the floor as he continued fucking me with his fingers. I felt his fingers withdraw. He slid his clothes off and I could see his huge cock, rock hard and dripping with precum. "Suck me!" I leant towards him and took his cock in my mouth. The head of his cock barely fit in my mouth. "Suck me!" I sucked at the head of his cock. "Swallow. Let it slide right into your mouth." I sucked hard at his cock and swallowed; as I did he pressed his cock into my mouth. I felt it hit the back of my throat. "Swallow again. Let it slide into your throat." I swallowed again. His cock slid into my throat. I gagged. He held still. "The gagging will pass. It is just a response. Just swallow again. I want my whole cock in your mouth." He took my nipples between his fingers. I swallowed again. His huge cock slid down my throat. I could feel his cock filling my throat. Slowly he began to pump at my mouth. I felt his cock sliding in and out of my throat. I gagged. “Let your breathing happen in rhythm to my movements. It will be easier for you.” He continued pumping. His fingers kept working at my nipples. I felt his cock harden in my mouth, filling with his fluid. My tongue worked at his shaft as he fucked my mouth. “You are a good girl aren’t you!” He said. I felt my body soften even more. I liked being a good girl. His good girl. He withdrew his cock from my mouth. “Hmm. You do that well. I can see I am going to enjoy teaching you how to please me. Do you want to please me?” I moved to take his cock in my mouth again. He held my head in his hands. “No. I decide what we are going to do. And now you are going to give me a full body massage. Do you have massage oil?” I nodded. “Yes. I will get it for you.” “Good. And you can get me two clothes pegs too!” He commanded. “Okay.” I rose to fetch the massage oil and clothes pegs. “They are for your nipples. I want to clamp your nipples.” I felt my shudder and my cunt flow with juices. “Okay.” The massage oil was beside my bed. The clothes pegs were on the clothesline. I fetched them quickly and brought them back. He took my offerings and reached for my nipples one at a time he squeezed them tight then clipped the peg on them. The squeezing sensation on my nipples woke my whole body. He leant back and stretched out on the floor n my Persian rug. “You can start with my back and shoulders!” I massaged his solid body, molding and kneading the flesh and muscles with my fingers. He allowed me to continue until I had massaged his whole body. Then he lay there staring at me. “Lay down beside me and suck my cock again. You’re good at that!” His voice sounded almost cajoling. I hesitated. “Come on you’ve been a good girl up to now.” He pressed. I went to speak and he swung around and spanked my arse hard with his hand. My body arched and shook with excitement as the stinging red spread across my skin. “Hm. So you want to be spanked.” He enquired. “Yes please.” I whispered. “Later! You can suck me now and I will spank you later. Now lay down here so I can play with your pussy while you suck me good.” He stretched back out and placed his fingers on my clit. As he worked my clit I sucked his cock. This time it slid down my throat easier. He slid a finger into my tight arse as he continued rubbing my clit. My head spun. He rolled to his side and watched his fingers working at my arse and clit as he slid two fingers into my pussy. My body responded and I sucked harder on his cock feeling it swell in my throat. He still had not cum. His cock throbbed in my throat and my clit throbbed. “Are you going to cum for me like a good little girl?” He asked a he drew his cock out of my mouth. “I cccan’t!” I responded. “Why not?” he enquired. “I cccan’t ccccum until you do! I have always been that way.” He slid his cock back in my mouth as he reached with his other hand and slapped my arse again. “That will change. You will learn to cum when I tell you too. You will learn control.”. He thrust his cock harder into my mouth and I felt the surge in his shaft as his cum pumped down my throat. I drank his cum down as he slid three fingers from one hand into my arse and four from the other hand into my soaking wet pussy. My body shook and my back arched and hips shook as I felt my orgasm rising to the peak and my juices squirt onto his fingers. “Ahhh! That’s a good girl” He placed his fingers in my mouth. “Now taste your beautiful juices. Do you like the taste of woman?” I sucked at his fingers enjoying the taste of the juices from my own body then answered. “Yes. I do like the taste of women.” “Hmm well you are going to have to get a girlfriend. Not to replace you mind, just an extension of you. One who wants to please you more than anything! Then we shall have some real fun.” .”Yes.” I answered as my mind flew to memories of my friend Carol and how much she has begged to come and be with me so she can please me. “Do you know someone?” He asked. “Yes! I think I do. “Good. It will be good for you to have company. Now I see you have been a very good girl for me tonight. What do you want as a reward?” “I don’t need a reward.” He looked at me. “Yes you do and you need to tell me what your reward will be.” I lowered my head as I whispered. “Will you just hold me? Please?” He smiled at me and said “Yes you do like your cuddles. Okay I will hold you. But, first. I need to relieve myself. I was going to piss in your mouth, but I wont do that yet. Where’s your bathroom?” I pointed towards the bathroom and then leaned back and closed my eyes. My whole body more alive than it had ever been. I imagined him standing in the bathroom holding that glorious cock of his and wished I was there watching. My legs opened and I reached for my clit with one hand and my nipple with the other and as I imagined that hot flow of piss splashing into the toilet I smiled. I felt the warmth on my stomach and then my breast and neck. I opened my eyes and he was kneeling over me his cock in hand and his hot yellow piss was splashing onto my body. He guided his cock so that the flow of piss splashed all the way down my body and onto my cunt. “You really are mine? Aren’t you?” He said. I opened my mouth to respond and the flow of hot piss splashed into my mouth and I orgasmed for the second time. “Yes!” I spluttered. “I am yours.” He shook his cock and the last few drops of piss splashed down on my body and he then took his seat on the lounge. “Now come here and get that cuddle.” Strength of a Woman There is a legend many centuries old that tells of a legendary warrior. A woman of great courage and power who helped the men and women of her land and left an unforgettable mark on the world she lived in. She was known as Kaleva. Legend will call her She-Who-Rends. The sun rose over the land of Chalcis. It was a day like any other. The men and women of the land woke up and went about their daily business. Today, deals would be made. Marriages will be done and children will be born. People will fall in love. People will die. Today was a different day only in one regard. A woman was visited by a man last night. Nightly visits are nothing unusual. The only unusual thing was the nature of the man who visited the woman. He was not a man at all. Rather, he was one of those things that take human form to walk the earth. One of those things that are older than humanity itself. That thing took the form of a man named Morbius. Morbius was a man well-known to the woman. The woman's name was Kala and she was betrothed to the real Morbius. The thing that assumed Morbius's form and seduced her left her pregnant with its child. Kala would give birth to a child nine months later. The child was named Kaleva. Kaleva would be raised as the daughter of Morbius, one of the princes of the Chalcian kingdom and Kala, his beloved wife. She was different than all other people on the planet in that her father was not human. She was half human and half something else. Something unknown. Something old and powerful. Kaleva grew up as would any human being. She did not look any different from any other ordinary person in the land of Chalcis. Her supernatural origin was not something that people could see. She was the first child of Kala. Two years after the birth of Kaleva, Kala and Morbius had another child. A male child named Teucros. Teucros stood to inherit all the wealth and power of the House of Morbius when he reached adulthood. He was the son of a wealthy and powerful man. In those days, daughters were not given the power of a House. Female children were married off to so-called suitable matches. This was not fair. Not fair at all. Kaleva knew this as she grew up in Chalcis. Kaleva never knew that she was not exactly ordinary until she was twelve years old. Someone set fire to the palace in which the Morbius family resided. Kaleva was asleep in her chambers that she shared with her little brother Teucros. The flames had reached far into the palace and all exits were blocked. The young girl woke up and saw the smoke and flames. She looked about and saw that there were no other adults around. She looked at her little brother and saw that he was sleeping. She reached out and woke him up. Upon seeing the flames, he panicked and shouted for his mother and father. He started crying. Kaleva tried to calm him down but he ran and hit his head against a wall. She looked at her unconscious little brother. There he was, just lying there. Exposed. Dangerously close to the flames. She took him into her small arms and was able to carry him through the chambers. She looked for the exits but there were flames everywhere. She looked outside a window. It was a long way down. Kaleva ran down the stairs with her precious burden in her arms and made it down. Kaleva made it down many flights of stairs. One thing that the young girl noticed as she walked down was that the flames could not hurt her. Several times flames jutted out in front of her and yet she remained unharmed. She was unhurt. Her little brother didn't suffer any harm because he was shielded by her body. Kaleva told no one about this incident. When she handed her little brother safe and sound to her parents, they looked at her strangely. Kaleva thought it strange that her parents had made it down without concerning themselves much for the welfare of their children. Still, she was a young girl who had just survived what could only be called a terrifying ordeal and as such, she did not give the matter much thought. Kaleva did not know what to think of her ability to survive the flames unscathed. She grew curious but did not really give the matter a lot of thought. She had been raised to think that people of royal blood were better than ordinary people and those were tales that she half believed herself. It occured to her that she might be really different from those around her but what the difference might be was something she could not figure out. Six years later.... Kaleva is now eighteen years old. She is a rather ordinary-looking young woman. She is no great beauty but is set apart from other people because of her height. She stands six feet two inches tall. Her hair is long and black. Her eyes are a pale blue. Her skin is light bronze. She has a hard, athletic body from the activities that she enjoyed in her earlier years. She did not enjoy knitting or making quilts or painting like many women did but she liked riding horses and guarding the sheep in the hills. This was a young woman whose days were spent at the beach. She liked swimming and loved the water very much. She liked hanging out with an equally wild friend. Her best friend was Nikita, a young woman her own age. Nikita was the daughter of Patricius, a Chalcian general. The general's daughter was a wild young woman. She was almost as tall as Kaleva, but had blonde hair and green eyes. Like Kaleva, Nikita enjoyed riding horses, guarding goats and sheep and of course, swimming in the sea. The two had been best friends since they were in their early teens. Presently, they were at the beach...... Kaleva lay on a blanket that she had thrown on the hot sand. She lay there, under a tree. She was resting a bit. She had just climbed a tree and chugged down two coconuts. She just lay there. She could hear the sound of the waves and the strange sounds made by her friend Nikita as Nikita attempted to imitate the cries of various marine animals. "Would you stop it?" Kaleva called out. "What?" came Nikita's reply. Kaleva got up and looked at Nikita. The girl was standing in knee-deep water. She was acting like a fool, as usual. Kaleva walked up to her and grabbed the beautiful blonde girl by the shoulders. "Quit making noises, I'm trying to sleep." Nikita looked at Kaleva. She smiled naughtily and nodded. Kaleva turned and headed back to the beach. Nikita suddenly jumped on her back. Nikita's attack caught Kaleva by surprise. The blonde girl put her arms around Kaleva's neck and tackled her by twisting her foot between Kaleva's legs. Kaleva cried out as Nikita sent her falling in the water. The two young women struggled in the water and for a moment their two athletic bodies enlaced and embraced in a strange fight. Kaleva pushed Nikita back but Nikita held on. "Let go of me." Kaleva cried out. "Not a chance in hell." Nikita laughed. Kaleva struggled against her opponent. They were roughly the same size but Nikita was a bit stockier and had more upper body strength. Nikita knew this and she smirked as Kaleva attempted to push her off. Kaleva glared at the young woman and the sight of that smirk pissed her off. She closed her eyes....and then....she pushed. When Kaleva opened her eyes, she heard a surprise scream. Nikita was thrown back across almost twenty feet. She landed in the deeper water....and screamed. Kaleva looked at her friend, surprised that she was so far away. The brunette looked at her two hands in disbelief. She was surprised at the strength that she was able to find there. Nikita stood in the water, looking at Kaleva with disbelief... "What the hell was that?" she asked. Kaleva said nothing, and the two of them walked out of the water in silence. They went to their blankets under the tree. They didn't talk about what happened for the remainder of the day, although Kaleva apologized extensively. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Nikita. I love you." Kaleva and Nikita went back home that day. It was one of those interesting summer days. They promised to see each other the next day. It so happened that they didn't see each other for a week. Kaleva missed Nikita sorely. Finally, she saw Nikita a week later. They went deep into the woods where Nikita told Kaleva something tragic and unexpected. " I'm getting married." The two young women looked at each other and nothing was said for a long time. Kaleva just looked at her friend. Nikita smiled sadly. Kaleva opened her mouth to speak but the roar of a nearby tiger covered whatever she was about to say. The beast was near and had come after prey. Vaguely Kaleva remembered talk in the city about a man-eating tiger roaming the woods... Kaleva looked at the charging tiger. The beast looked quite formidable. A blur of animal savagery and power rushing at her. She stood her ground, feeling a strange sense of calm. She waited until the snarling beast was dangerously close to her, close enough to tear her limb from limb before striking with one swift and decisive motion. The young woman's hand struck the tiger's head. The beast fell as if struck by an unimaginable force. It lay still. Nikita came out of her hiding place and looked at the tiger which her best friend had killed. The beast was dead. Its skull was split in half. Nikita looked at Kaleva, who stood as if frozen. The young woman stood motionless, staring at her hands and at the slain beast's carcass. "How did you do that?" Nikita asked. Kaleva looked at her. " I don't know." Nikita looked at her best friend. She couldn't believe what Kaleva had just done. She knew that Kaleva was a strong girl but no one was strong enough to split a man-eating tiger's skull open with their bare hands. No one was that strong. She looked at Kaleva and saw the young woman looking at her with a bewildered expression on her face. "What just happened here?" Nikita asked. Kaleva looked at her friend. She had been carrying her secret for a long time. Should she take a risk and tell her best friend? Would Nikita understand or would she think that Kaleva was a freak? Perhaps the people of the city would find out and try to persecute her. She had seen what happened to people accused of being witches or servants of evil. They were often driven out of their homes and publicly tried, humiliated and executed. An awful thing to happen to anyone. Kaleva took a long look at her best friend of so many years, and took a chance. " I am not exactly normal." Kaleva began. She began to tell her story to Nikita. Nikita listened very carefully. She listened as Kaleva described her childhood in the land of Chalcis. She talked about her father Morbius, her mother Kala and her brother Teucros. She told her friend the tale of how she braved the flames of the palace to save herself and her younger brother. She talked about how frightened she had been when she discovered that she was very different from other people. She had a strength that was so great that she had to take great care to hide it from those around her. She also could not get hurt, for some reason. Kaleva's body could not be burned, pierced, stabbed or crushed. Some force resided deep inside her that rendered any attempts to physically harm her simply useless. When Kaleva finished telling her story, she looked at Nikita. "So this is why you're so secretive all the time?" Nikita said. "Yeah, I don't know how people would react." said Kaleva. " I thought they might hurt me." Nikita looked at Kaleva. For a young woman endowed with such awesome powers, Kaleva looked so vulnerable. Nikita felt something in her stir. She went to Kaleva and held the young woman in her arms. Kaleva hesitated, then let herself go. She was so relieved that she had been able to tell her best friend her biggest secret and that her friend had been understanding as opposed to rejecting her. The emotional intensity of it all made her weep. She sobbed in Nikita's arms. Nikita just held Kaleva in her arms. She just wanted to hold her best friend in her arms and be there for her no matter what. Yet she felt something in her stir. Something familiar and disturbing. She felt aroused by the presence of a beautiful young woman in her arms. She held Kaleva's face in her hands. Kaleva looked at Nikita through tear-filled eyes. "I love you, Kaleva." she said. Kaleva just smiled and held onto her friend tightly. She felt safe in Nikita's arms. Nikita just held her and rocked her gently. Not long after, Nikita realized that Kaleva had fallen asleep. She gently put Kaleva to sleep on a blanket on the floor of their favorite clearing. They hadn't discussed the fact that Nikita's family was pressuring her to marry some young man. Nikita didn't want to be married. The life of a married woman and future mother was not appealing to her. At all. She didn't want to be some man's wife. She didn't want to go through the hard, repressed condition of being married. She didn't want to be a housewife. She wanted to be wild and free....with Kaleva. She thought about Kaleva and the thought of not being with her was terrifying. Nikita looked at Kaleva's sleeping form. God, she was beautiful. She looked so damn good. Kaleva just lay there, her face peac eful and her beautiful body at rest. Nikita reached out and tentatively touched the girl's face. Kaleva moved in her sleep and for a moment, Nikita feared that she had woken her up. She gently caressed Kaleva's face and stroked her hair. Her heart beat faster in her chest and she took Kaleva's hand in hers. She held the hand for a minute and slowly put the fingers into her mouth. She licked them one by one and then sucked them. Again Kaleva moved in her sleep and Nikita withdrew her mouth from the fingers. Nikita looked at her beautiful friend. Kaleva was so beautiful and strong and yet so naive. She had entrusted her greatest secret to someone she thought was her best friend. Nikita had a secret of her own. She was one of those women who were a bit different from other women. She lusted after members of her own gender. Other females. She had been attracted to them for a long time and known about that attraction for a long time. This was a secret she kept from even those closest to her. She had lost her virginity to a man named Kurtis a few months after she turned eighteen. She had been curious about sex with men, just a little bit. The experience sent her back to women. She met a forty-something woman named Tecmessa. Tecmessa was the wife of a Chalcian prince named Althoros and also the mother of two young men, Othos and Aephialtes. Nikita's affair with Tecmessa lasted three months. Tecmessa ended their affair because she feared being found out as a lesbian. Homosexuality and lesbianism were taboo in Chalcian society. After the end of the affair with Tecmessa, Nikita met a young woman named Thalia. Thalia was twenty five years old and a devoted mother of three. Their relationship was brief. Thalia's husband found out and almost killed her. Nikita started to hang out with her best friend Kaleva more and more and fell in love with her. Nikita wasn't sure if Kaleva was a lesbian or even bisexual. Kaleva had never had a lover but a long time ago she used to be in love with a young Chalcian prince named Alexandros. Alexandros married a woman named Calpurnia and Kaleva was devastated. Looking at Kaleva, Nikita couldn't help but wonder. A young woman with extraordinary powers....no great beauty or intellect but a tenderness that touched your heart, and a strength that could rend a tiger limb from limb. She never thought there was that much more than meets the eye about Kaleva, and now apparently there was. Kaleva stirred in her sleep and Nikita came closer and planted a brief, soft kiss on the sleeping young woman's lips. "Sleep well, my love." Nikita smiled to herself as she watched Kaleva sleep. Such tenderness sheathing such power and passion...she was gonna enjoy unraveling Kaleva's mysteries, and ravishing her too. Kaleva slept with a content look on her face and Nikita found herself in awe of the innocence and purety emanating from the sleeping young woman. She knew right then and there that she had fallen in love, not just for now but forever. What had she gotten herself into? To be continued. Strength Within Reader's Warning: This story has a ton of sex in it, some reluctance, and some questionable sexual decisions. This story is an original work of my own. Any similarities to real life people or events is unintentional. I didn't have an editor so judge lightly the mistakes/errors are mine I apologize in advance. I hope you guys enjoy, feel free to vote and comment. Thanks for reading. T Prologue: Cheetahs are notoriously nervous, they have a knack for stressing themselves out. One of the reasons they are going extinct is that they are too nervous to find a mate. When they do manage to find a mate they are known to get overly stressed while pregnant and miscarry their cubs. To combat this characteristic captivity breeding programs issued each cheetah a service dog. The felines with a companion were able to not only find a mate, they carried full term, and raised strong and healthy cubs. Cheetah weres had the same problem, upon gaining knowledge of the breeding program's success they banded together with local packs taking in strays and orphans giving them a family. While putting the wolves optimistic and carefree nature to good use, they also found that they too had success stunting the stressful habits. The wolves were a god send to the small prides. Now they would have to prove their success with a new generation. Anyone would've been surprised by the sleek spotless cheetah prancing about the forest. The young female played with the long grass rubbing her face against the slim stalks. In the distance a twig snapped. Silence fell. Causing her to freeze, tensing up her muscles until she started to shake. Crouching low she listened to her surroundings. The wind was carrying her scent towards the intruder. An unruly black and gray wolf bolted out of the dense over growth on the forest floor. Jumping on top of the small cheetah. The feline tried to flee, her legs moving uncommonly fast shredding the leaves and vegetation under foot. The wolf was on her again using his body weight to press her flat, gently lowering her belly to the ground. He then pressed his cheek against her's, taking deep breathes, and trying to communicate a relaxing embrace. In a shimmering moment the wolf had become a young man, his voice was a low soothing hum as he spoke to the cheetah,"Breathe. You're fine." Rubbing his face up against her cheek again he reached his hand up to stroke the downy fur at the base of her ears. That hand snaked down to her rump massaging the muscles leading up to her cheetah's sex. "Let me help you relax baby." She purred her concurrence. Rolling off of her he slowly made his way back through the foliage. She perked up and scampered to his side, walking awkwardly so that her body was almost completely curved around his side. They made their way through the forest a quiet that only came from contentedness enshrouded the two companions. Stepping onto a well worn path the two wound their way through the forest. The sun was blazing over head, being trapped by the thick canopy only shafts of light could be seen on the forest floor. Birds sang over head, calling out happy tunes to their loved ones. A squirrel skittered across their path, around the base of a tree, and up to a small hole chittering down at the cheetah. The cheetah snorted in annoyance. They came to a clearing that enveloped a large house. It was disguised well with vines growing up two sides of the house the very tips barely tickling the rain gutters. The three story home housed a small group of twelve people. All a tight knit family the only exception to actual blood relations were the seven wolves who lived along side the cheetahs but they'd earned the term of honorary family members do to the length of time they'd all lived together. As they came to the back door the cheetah shifted into a young woman. Her short athletic body still held a touch of anxiousness waiting for the relief his skilled fingers would bring her. The two walked in side grabbing the clothes they had left behind before heading out for their run. "You did really well. Soon you'll be able to go out on you own." The young man optimistically told the young woman. "Really Chase? I practically shit myself when I heard you coming, you said you were going to stay close to me. I couldn't see you! I didn't know it was you until after I saw you. Can we stay here for a few days?" Eyes conveying what she'd rather be doing, her hands were twisting against each other fiercely. Chase gave her a disapproving grin and shook his head in the negative. She walked with her head down, and sticking close to her companion. "Becks you were fine. You didn't run away and you didn't attack me, that's progress! You deserve a reward tonight." He grabbed her ass, squeezing it before continuing."How about we try some sparring tomorrow? You can do that easy!" "I hate fighting. How about I watch you spar?" Beck hated any interaction with anyone else, feeling multiple pairs of eyes on her made her skin crawl. "I know! We could go read in the library tomorrow..." "Really?!" "No. You need to try something new. Anything new just something."Chase was at a lose with what to do. He'd had been trying for months to get Becks to interact more fully with her pride. She was the oldest which meant she'd be expected to find a mate soon. Her parents would be taking her around to all the other prides in the spring. Chase now had roughly six months to get Becks ready. She hadn't made his job easy; procrastinating on group appointments, avoiding going out to town, she even hid up in a tree when they had visitors from his pack. Chase loved Becks as a sex partner and his best friend, he'd push her past her limits to do what was best for her. Becks on the other hand felt like Chase pushed her enough. She agreed to most new adventures as long as it was just the two of them. She couldn't bare to be alone or in a crowd. At night, the only time she spent alone, she locked her door with a heavy bolt. Whenever she was forced into a crowd she hugged the farthest corners or sat on the floor in a tight cranny, making herself invisible to those closest. No matter where she went or how she hid Chase was always close by, standing guard. And when she was very good he'd tease her pussy until she came all over his hand. It was late afternoon, the two had spent the lunch hour outside in order to avoid the others. Now they'd eat lunch while everyone else went back to work, school, or out to run errands. Becks kept their schedule off just enough to keep her anxiety at bay. Years before they had lived an exact opposite schedule than everyone else, literally waking up when everyone else fell asleep. In their home they had one large family made up of two cheetah families. The Sharon family who consisted of the parents Gabriel and Megan and the children David and Becks. The Locks; Jackie, Kylie, Tommy, Bradley, and Aubrie. They were all siblings. Then of course there were the companions; Chase, Laura, Devante, Frederick, Alisa, Ember, and Shay who were all wolves hand picked from packs all over the north. Each cheetah had a companion of the opposite sex in order to help them get used to being around that gender, it would help with the transition into mated pairs later. The two older adults also had their companions who visited at regular intervals in order to keep a routine atmosphere. Chase and Becks were just settling down for lunch when Shay and Aubrie could be heard coming through the front door yelling about something. The end snippets of their conversation could be heard through the whole house, "...skanky whore who dresses like that to get your attention! You honestly think SHE'S a girl you can bring home to the family?" Aubrie's usually soft voice rose and into a sharp soprano showing how truly upset she was. "I never said I'd bring her home, but I'd definitely let her take me home." An audible thwack came next. Shay walked into the kitchen rubbing the back of his head. Aubrie had the decency to look sheepish as she walked to the pantry, grabbing a box of wheat thins. "Who's taking you home?" Chase asked with a mouth full of chicken. "No one. We saw a sexy piece of ass in town. Aubrie is mad because I got her number." Shay flashed his palm, black sharpies numbers scrawled across his wide hand. "I'm mad because you saved her number as "legs for days". "They'll be legs for days once they're wrapped around my head!" Shay barely had a moment to laugh at his joke before a yellow blur crashed into his face. Wheat thins now covered the island Chase and Becks sat at. Chase proceeded to snack on the crackers within arms reach watching the two continue to bicker. Becks stretched her head up whispering into Chase's ear,"What's gotten into them?" Never letting his eyes leave the duo Chase turned his mouth back to her,"They're mates!" "No?! How do you know?" "Watch them." For the next few minutes Chase and Becks sat enraptured watching two gorgeous people fight. First it was the girl from town, then it was Aubrie's habit of leaving her room TV on all night, Shay's inability to chew food quietly, Aubrie never left the house without makeup on, Shay could never decide on what to eat... On it went until Aubrie caught the two watching them, elbows on the counter, chins cradled in their hands, and theirs eyes bouncing back and forth like a ball at a tennis match. "What are you looking at?" "Nothing." While Becks flamed up with a blush Chase made a "shoo shoo" motion with his hands. Effectively moving the argument up stairs. "How can you tell they are mates?" Becks couldn't keep the awe out of her voice. "They've been acting that way since Aubrie went into heat two weeks ago, her womanly scent came in right after and her first spots. Plus any time Shay mentions a girl Aubrie freaks out." "Do you think they know?" "I think they know something is off, I doubt they know just what yet." After finishing lunch Chase and Becks made their way to Chase's bedroom, Becks had a mountain of homework and Chase had studying to do. Turning on Handel's water music as background noise the two hunkered down for the next few hours. Becks was distracted and continuously day dreamt of receiving her first spots, were cheetahs didn't officially get their spots until they went into heat for the first time, males received theirs after fully maturing in age. Right now Becks looked like a fluorescent cougar. Chase saw her over thinking. Reaching down he stroked her upper thighs just under her plump buttocks. An oral distraction would do them both wonders. Rolling onto her back Becks raised her hips so that Chase's fingers brushed her sex. "I want my reward." She purred at him. His fingers wormed under the waist band of both her sweats and her lacy boy shorts, they came to a stop at her shaved lips collecting some slick juice then working back up to her clit. He was skilled in making her come, she buried her face in his hair smelling the forest all over him. His masculine fingers softly pinched her clit then frigged it like a tiny cock. With in minutes Becks was Cummings hard on his long fingers soaking them in her slimy appreciation. He lifted those fingers to her lips to taste then he cleaned then thoroughly with his own mouth. He climbed between her legs and dry humped her to his completion. Saving her virginity for her mate. The two made their way to the shower to clean up. Later when dinner rolled around Chase's cell phone became a major annoyance, pinging every few minutes. He stuck to his rule of no answering phone calls or texts at the table, Becks on the other hand was desperate for some piece and quiet. Ripping the phone off the table she called the number that had sent the most recent text. After two clipped rings a husky male voice answered the phone,"There's my favorite nephew! I thought I had the wrong number when you didn't text back." "Look old man, your nephew and I are trying to enjoy dinner usually when someone doesn't text you back right away it means they are busy." The man's confused chuckle tickled Becks' ear,"If I had known he was feasting on his mate I wouldn't have texted at all. Tell him to be sure to pay special attention to the little man in the boat." Becks gasped at his crude remark. "That's right, just like that." His voice purred in her ear. Her pussy tingled at his encouraging sentence. "No I, he's not." Becks stammered into the phone. "If he's not doing it right, I'm sure I can show him how when I come down in a few days." Flustered and a bit embarrassed at becoming turned on by his dirty words Becks hit the end call button then slid the phone across the table to Chase. "Your Uncle is coming." Becks bit into the side of one of her flaming cheeks. "When? Which one?" "A few days, I didn't get his name but he was very rude." She angrily stabbed at the steak on her plate. "That doesn't sound right, none of my uncle's are rude..." "He was." Chase's brow furrowed in concentration. As they climbed the stair case to their rooms that night Chase was still puzzled. "What exactly did he say?" "Nothing worth repeating." "You aren't helping me here." "Ugh!" Becks stomped to her door,"He said to pay special attention to the little man in the boat." Chase's face lit up, the exact opposite of what Becks was expecting. "Oh! You don't need to worry about him! My uncle Tom isn't really my uncle, well he is but by choice not by blood. He's one of the older betas from my pack he kinda mentored me before I came here. He's awesome! Just wait Becks you'll love him! Maybe he'll mentor you too!" Becks looked at Chase as he gushed over this Tom fellow, he was rambling on and on. Like a little boy over a new Christmas present. "You're insane." She snapped at him. "He's crude and... And I don't want anything to do with him!" "You're acting like a child Becks." Chase's stern scowl made Becks squirm. "I... He made me uncomfortable." Chase became concerned at once."What do you mean?" "I... Ummm... I kind of hurt." Becks tightened her thighs against her aching pussy, the traitorous organ hadn't stopped weeping since that awful man had spoken." "Where do you hurt honey?" Chase moved closer, smelling her arousal he was intrigued. "It's not important." Becks refused to meet his gaze keeping her eyes trained on the floor, her blush kicked up a notch when she heard Chase sniff the air noticeably. "Did he turn you on?" He asked with a predatory gleam in his eyes. Her deep blush was answer enough. Pushing her up against the wall Chase devoured her mouth. Tasting the inside of her mouth and groaning when she arched her sex up against his straining cock. "I'm going to bed." Becks edged into her room, grabbing Chase by the front of his shirt she pulled him in with her. Softly closing the door Becks stripped down along side Chase the two scurried to climb into bed. Her breathing escalated once the sheets slid over her chest and her thighs, tickling the senses as they went. She groaned spreading her legs wide open to try and ease the ache she felt. Chase reached over and patted her sex with his fingers. Her sex stuck to his fingers for a moment before sealing themselves shut again with all her excessive fluid. As worked up as Becks was she could still appreciate Chase's good looks, he had a slim body like a swimmer, dark hair that was cut short, his brown eyes were dark, almost black, and soft pink lips that would lift into a mischevious grin at all the wrong times. Like now, he was touching her in such an intimate way while grinning down at her. Chase laughed darkly,"He sure got you worked up, a little bitch in heat for a man you don't even know." It was true, Becks begged for release humping Chase's hand each time he brought it down in between her legs. Eventually he stopped removing his hand. Becka took advantage humping his palm with a vengeance. "Come on beautiful, cum for me." He hooked his fingers to push on her ass hole, at that brief touch she came all over his palm. As they snuggled Becks angled her ass away from the sticky puddle she had created. As the sun crested in the East Becks eyes slid open slowly, she felt hungover. Her limbs heavy and awkward, her mind fuzzy. She stumbled to the bathroom to relieve her full bladder. On the way back out she caught a glance at her her butt, their on her left butt cheek were two black half circles forming an unclosed circle, her first spot. "Chase!" She screamed, he came bolting in behind her. Searching all over for a threat that wasn't there. His eyes finally alighted on her spot. "Is that...?" He never made it farther, so caught up in squatting down behind her plump butt cheeks to inspect her spot he never remembered to finish his question. Becks put her hands on the counter and thrust out her ass for inspection. Reveling in the feel of his body heat and his breath washing over her skin. "It's beautiful." Chase's words gave her goosebumps. "You think so?" Becks shyly gazed over her shoulder at him. He gripped her calf then ran his hand up until he met her dripping sex, bringing his face close to the juncture of her thighs his nose was skimming her lips. Taking in a deep breath Chase moaned in delight. "You're going into heat honey, I can smell your scent coming in and it's delicious." Licking her folds Chase gulped down her thick cream. His urge to fuck her was too great grabbing her hair brush he handed it to her. The bulbous end perfectly formed as a makeshift dildo. "Fuck yourself as I watch." Grabbing her by the hips he set her up on the bathroom counter then he spread her thighs obscenely his eyes glued to her pink flesh peaking at him from her engorged pussy lips. She brought the brush handle to her mouth and sucked on the tip. "Now baby, easy it in. Don't go too deep don't break your hymen." She pushed the tip in past her second set of lips grunting at the stretching feeling. Her orgasm washed over her quickly. She became too vigorous and pushed the handle past her hymen squeaking in pain. "Fuck! Fuck ow shit!" Chase knelt in front of her lapping up the blood from her virginity. "I told you not to go too deep." His scolding took a back burner to eating her scrumptious nectar, the coppery taste of blood adding to the allure. "I didn't mean to. It felt so good! I wanted it in as deep as I could get it." Her words made Chase's cock jump and spasm in anticipation, the temptation to fuck her was too great. Fisting his large tool Chase came with a growl all over the tiled floor, kissing the place where her thighs met her womanhood Chase dismissed himself from her, officially making them start their day. They spent that day sparring. It was more pleasurable for Becks, now that she was just starting to go into heat she received much more male attention. Instead of being punched she'd get a nipple lightly twisted, in place of having her legs swept out from underneath her she'd have her ass groped. By the end of her session she was leaking through her shorts. Chase took her to shower, he had thought a cold shower would do them both wonders. Becks took the removable showerhead and aimed it between her legs, the stream hitting her clit and making her scream in ecstasy. She clung to Chase on shaky ones and begged him for sex. "I need you! I can't do it anymore." "No love you must wait." "I don't want to! Please? Help me?" She ground her sex against his naked muscular thighs. Gripping her by the upper arm Chase walked her to her bed and threw her on it none too gently. He walked out her door and refused to come back until after she had regained her senses. "I'll fuck my brush then!" Becks yelled at the shut door knowing fully that Chase could hear her.