The Curse of the Tiger

by Bebe Balocca

  Behind her, she heard the whish of a zipper and the soft thud of his clothes hitting the floor. “Are you naked now, too?” she asked. “Are you stiff yet?” She closed her eyes and imagined. “Are you holding it in your hand?” Faline masturbated faster. “I bet you can feel your pulse there…”

  The door handle shook violently. “I’ll break down the door, Faline,” he warned. “I’ll do it.”

  He banged on the door again, and Faline imagined each blow as his body slamming into hers. She writhed against the wooden door and ground the base of her palm against her clit. “Are you sure you’re hard enough?” she murmured. “I don’t want you to fuck me until you’re completely ready. I’m so wet that I need you to be really thick,” she insisted, “and long,” she breathed, “and stiff.” She thrust her hips into her hand and the scent of her musk filled the humid bathroom. “Or else it just won’t feel good, I’m afraid…”

  One massive blow fell on the door between her shoulders and made her whole body quake. “Have it your way. I’ll take the fucking door off its hinges,” he snarled. Faline heard his footsteps stomp down the hallway towards the kitchen. She silently turned, unlocked the door and opened it wide. And waited.

  He returned with a screwdriver in his hand, a raging hard-on between his legs and a dangerous expression in his eyes. Hunter, clad in only a condom, dropped the tool and glared at her. Faline leant back against the rim of the pedestal sink, hoisted one foot up to the doorframe and spread her legs to him. She raised her cum-slickened fingers to her mouth, licked each slowly and drawled, “Wanna fuck?”

  He ran at her then, lifted and threw her onto her mattress. Faline didn’t have time to think or to breathe. He whipped her onto her belly and held her arms over her head, pinning each wrist down with one roughened hand, then spread her thighs and entered her in a stroke. “You’re dripping,” he panted in her ear. “You want this.” He slammed into her with all of his strength and squeezed her wrists.

  Faline arched her back and spread her thighs for him. “I do,” she gasped, her breath coming in soft grunts.

  “You were teasing me,” he growled. He brushed the hair off the back of her neck and covered her skin with his mouth. “You made me wait.” He sucked wetly and bit down on side of her throat.

  Her body stretched and filled and pinned in place, Faline contracted the muscles of her sheath against his stiff length. She felt deliciously tight, sweetly full. She squirmed and grinned slyly. “I thought you would be hard enough,” she complained, “but I can barely feel you. Are you sure you’re in all the way?”

  He laughed roughly and thrust three times before pausing and pulling out. “Too wet, my cat?” he asked. “You like it tighter? I can fix that.” He shoved his fingers into her cunt and spread her juices over the cleft of her rear. “That’s what you get for playing with yourself and making me wait.” He pushed the calloused first finger of his left hand deep into her asshole and she cried out. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered, “and push your behind up into the air for me. I want to watch you get your hole ready for me. Make it wetter, Faline.” He withdrew his hand and knelt between her knees. “I want to see.”

  Faline complied, her face aflame and her nerves singing with jittery excitement. She lifted her rear and reached between her legs to spread her wetness between the cheeks of her ass, coating the puckered hole between them.

  “Push your fingers in,” Hunter instructed. “I want it just as slick as your pussy.”

  On the bed behind her, he moved closer to her body as she complied. Her heart raced—it was a tight fit, even for her fingers. Was he really going to push his entire cock in her ass? She whimpered, fearful and excited.

  “Good,” he growled. Hunter reached beneath her chest, found one nipple and pinched it. Faline gasped and placed both palms on the mattress before her. She felt the round knob of his penis slide up her inner thigh to the centre of her rear. With a loud groan, he eased smoothly inside.

  “Oh my God,” Faline breathed. She sighed in pain and pleasure when he found her other breast with his free hand. He tugged and twisted her nipples and began a slow, steady fuck-rhythm.

  “Tell me you like it,” he said quietly.

  “Ummmm,” murmured Faline. She pushed her bottom against him. The exquisite sensations rendered her unable to speak.

  “Tell me,” he insisted, and pinched the peaks of her breasts harder.

  “I like it,” she whispered with difficulty. The delicious contrast of his feathery pubic hair and the almost-too-painful stretching from his cock made her dizzy.

  “Tell me it’s hard enough,” Hunter went on.

  Faline grunted when he shoved the full length of his shaft inside her. “Oh, it is,” she assured him. “It’s hard enough and long enough and, oh fuck, it’s definitely thick enough.”

  He gave her nipples one last twist then relocated his hands to her shoulders.

  “Tell me you’re going to come,” said Hunter, fucking her faster. “Tell me, then do it.” Faline glanced out of the window and saw the last rays of light filter through the pines. She narrowed her eyes wickedly.

  “I’m going to come,” she told him, “so damn hard, Hunter. I want you to move slower, though, so it lasts longer.” She found her swollen clit with one hand and rubbed it in tight circles. The blood rushed to her head and she licked her lips. “Slower, Hunter, please. Don’t come just yet—I want you to wait until after I do.”

  As the climax swept down on her, she clawed her sheets and tore ragged strips through the top of the mattress. “Ah, hell yeah,” Faline growled in triumph as the shudders ran through her body. She jumped from the bed and landed lightly on her four feet. In a matter of seconds, night had fallen and her transformation was complete. Faline noted with delight that her change was faster than Hunter’s. After all, she reasoned, my end product weighs a good two hundred pounds less than his. She sprinted from the room while his body was still growing and shifting on the bed.

  Hunter, all five hundred furred pounds of him, gave an ear-splitting roar as his tiger form became whole. Faline raced down the hallway, past a spread of food and wine on her kitchen table, and out of the back door. She paused to slam the door shut with one paw then sprinted across the backyard.

  Sabrina waited at the gate of the perimeter with the keys in hand. She stood calmly as Faline streaked past in a blur of orange and black.

  A furious snarl erupted from the interior of the house. The back door shook on its hinges, assaulted by blows from within, then splintered beneath the weight of a full-grown male tiger. Hunter tore across the lawn and into the sanctuary in hot pursuit.

  Sabrina placed two folded blankets just inside the fence and locked the gate.

  “Animals,” she muttered, shaking her head.

  Chapter Twelve

  One year later…

  Faline and Hunter stood at the doorway of Kat’s Crest Lodge and waved as the rented town car drove away. “I really liked your parents,” Faline said. “They were sweet.”

  “Well, they really liked you,” Hunter told her. He brushed her golden hair back from her face and gave her a gentle, lingering kiss. “They thought I was crazy to move out here, but they see now how happy I am.” He quirked his mouth and added, “Of course, my mother didn’t mind the hot stone massage and body wrap at Kat’s Comfort Spa one bit, and Dad was pretty impressed by our wine cellar.”

  “I’m sure your parents were thrilled to learn about the great return on your investment, too,” Faline noted as she shut the ornate door behind her. “After all, we are the top-rated eco-resort in the whole world. Where else can you eat a five-star meal while you look out over a free-range tiger reserve?” As always, she admired the lush East Indian-themed décor of the lodge as she walked through it. Wine red and spicy orange raw silk upholstery, richly carved woods and scented candles made the interior decadently luxuriant.

  Sabrina swept down the curved staircase bearing a tray. “Mr and Mrs Cartwright are gone alrea
dy?” she asked. “That’s a shame,” she told Hunter. “I was hoping they’d join us for dessert. They brought you something special, Faline, all the way from Birmingham.”

  “Yeah, they needed to catch their flight, Sabrina,” Hunter replied. “They’ll be back soon, though.” He squeezed Faline’s hand. “They’re as in love with Faline as I am, and they won’t be able to stay away.”

  Faline walked with him towards the back viewing deck. Since its construction, Kat’s Crest Lodge had been her dream house and dream occupation rolled into one. Mick and Paul together managed the tiger tours, viewing platforms and fleet of Jeeps, while Sabrina oversaw the team of employees in the spa, bar and restaurant. Faline and Hunter kept busy with their monthly online magazine, Kat’s Confidential. The publication had become wildly popular owing to its impressive feline insights and astonishing photography. Of course, researching the tigers and catching them on film required Faline and Hunter to spend a good deal of time in the grounds of the sanctuary—every other day, it turned out.

  In addition to the roomy apartment that she and Hunter shared, the lodge featured twenty luxury suites, and it was usually fully booked. Tonight was no exception. Faline heard laughter and the tinkle of glassware from the Kat’s Claw bar and smelt gourmet meals from the Kat’s Cave dining room. She and Hunter had taken an early dinner with his parents, and now the rich colours of the Colorado late afternoon drenched the horizon.

  “I suppose we’ve got time for a quick taste, wouldn’t you say, Hunter?” Faline asked. They walked out onto the observation deck and sat in cushioned wrought aluminium chairs. Sabrina placed her tray on the table and opened a carton.

  “It’s a brand new flavour of Bama Belle,” Hunter told Faline. Sabrina scooped the ice cream into a bowl for each of them. Stripes of deep brown and gooey caramel traced across a field of light brown. “Kat’s Cream,” he grinned. “Coffee ice cream with bands of dark chocolate and caramel. Dad loved it,” he continued, “and proceeds go to benefit great cat preservation worldwide.”

  Faline tasted the rich ice cream and licked her lips. “It’s fabulous, Hunter,” she told him. She and Hunter ate a few bites, then dabbed their mouths and lowered their napkins. Shadows stretched across the manicured lawn behind the lodge. They exchanged a knowing glance.

  “It’s time,” Hunter said. He took Faline’s hand and led her across the wide, wood-panelled library to the elevator at the centre of the lodge.

  “Bye, guys,” said Sabrina. “See you tomorrow night.” She gathered the bowls of ice cream on the tray and waved at them. “Happy hunting.”

  Hunter keyed in their private code and the elevator dropped smoothly to the basement floor. As they rode, Faline wordlessly stripped off her clothing and folded it. With a cheery ding, the elevator doors slid open and revealed a small brick room. She exited and placed her clothes alongside Hunter’s on a table, then began to walk with him down a dim tunnel.

  “Weather’s nice tonight,” Faline noted. “Clear and not too cold. Mick said there’s a group of boars in the northeast of the refuge right now.” She stroked Hunter’s bare back and cupped the curve of his ass briefly. “That might be worth checking out.”

  When she reached the far end of the passageway, Faline pushed a button on the wall. The tunnel door slid open smoothly. She exited with Hunter at her side and the door immediately slid shut behind them.

  “My love,” Hunter pulled her to him. “I can’t wait to fuck like animals tonight.” Faline relished the warm bulk of his muscles against her nude body and opened her mouth to his. He kissed her deeply and pressed his erection into her belly.

  Faline smiled as the tips of his teeth lengthened against her lower lip. Her senses grew more acute and she knew that the shift was imminent. Hunter’s scent filled her nostrils like a promise. She ran her hands over Hunter’s shoulders, already growing bulkier and stronger beneath her palms. “Perhaps we should work up an appetite together before we go after the boars,” she murmured, feeling the blood quicken in her veins. Faline flicked her tongue over his throat and purred. “We could even go back and give the lodge visitors a show they’d never forget beneath the deck,” she chuckled. “What do you say?”

  “Why wait?” he growled softly. His stiffened shaft ground against her stomach. “I’m ready now.”

  Suddenly, she froze. “Holy shit, what’s that!” she shouted and pointed behind his back. “I’ve never seen anything like it!” Her eyes widened in shock.

  “Huh?” Hunter released her and wheeled about. “What is it, Faline?” he growled.

  Faline didn’t wait to watch his transformation. Instead, she leapt away as soon as she fell on her front feet and darted through the waving grasses. She knew that all he saw was the tip of her tail twisting over the top of the hill before she disappeared from his sight.

  Just a stone’s throw away at Kat’s Claw bar, the enraged, ear-splitting roar of a male tiger shocked the elegant patrons. “Good heavens,” a white-haired spa client clutched her pearl necklace. “That sounded close. Is there trouble in the sanctuary? Is it all quite safe?”

  “Ah, no trouble at all, ma’am,” Sabrina assured her smoothly as she refilled her glass of wine. “Our perimeter is completely secure. That’s just one of the sounds we’ve grown used to at Kat’s Crest. It means that all is well and the tigers are active.”

  Sabrina gazed out of the wide picture window that overlooked the moonlit refuge.

  “It means that the night’s hunt is on.”

  Epilogue

  Her scent has been making me crazy and she knows it, too. When she hides and calls out to me, I can hear the amusement in her voice. Of course, it’s mingled with her own desire. She wants me just as much as I want her.

  I stalk her through the grasslands. She’s close. I hear her laboured breathing and I can see the plants part around her body as she runs. Why does she resist me? My lust is tinged with anger. I’ll have her. I’m tired of this stupid game. I’ll have her tonight, here in the wild outdoors. I’ll take her like the animal I am.

  I catch sight of her back as she races through the tall grasses. She looks over her shoulder and calls to me. She’s so beautiful. My lips pull back into a snarl and my fingers curl into claws. She’s still running, damn her. Running faster. Trying to get away.

  I’m bigger, though, and my legs are longer. I gain on her. The thorns tear at my skin and pull holes in my coat, but I don’t feel them. My nostrils flare, full of her honey-musk perfume. She’s mere feet from me, panting. She looks frightened. She looks fierce. She’s at the base of the cliff, backing into an indentation and casting her amber eyes from side to side, searching for an escape route.

  She’s trapped.

  I know, of course, that she engineered this encounter. She wants to be fucked, and fucked by me, damn her, but she makes me chase her down, each and every time. She insists that we play this cat-and-mouse game, although we both know that I’m the only one capable of satisfying her.

  I move closer, circling her. She has the gall to turn her back to me and face the wall. “Bitch.” I grip her ribs and scream in her ear. “You’re mine!”

  She turns to me then, her eyes wild with fury. “Take me then, damn you!” she screams back. “What are you waiting for?”

  I throw her to the hard floor and feel a dark satisfaction when I hear her belly slap against the dusty ground. Purring, she arches her back and lifts her ass in the air. She smells like fire, sex and blood. Her back twitches expectantly. She’s ready.

  I hold her still. She squirms a bit in my grip, but it’s not a sincere effort to escape. She looks back at me and smiles. Her white teeth flash.

  I’m harder than I’ve ever been. She’s right—the search, the chase and the capture excite me and make our joining that much better. I spread her legs with my knees and prod her slit with the tip of my cock. She exhales loudly—a joyful, breathy groan. She’s wet and swollen. Just as excited as I am.

  I shove my way inside her, stretching
her tender flesh brutally. She cries out and stiffens beneath me. I know it hurts. I nestle my face into her neck and lick her skin gently. It’s okay, I tell her. We’ll do it when you’re ready.

  I wait.

  She relaxes.

  I slide deeper, growling with satisfaction. She’s tight, but we both know that I can fit inside her. She grinds her chest into the earth, arches her supple spine and spreads her legs wider for me. She wants to have all of me inside her, stretching her, filling her. “Do it”’ she begs me. “Come on,” she purrs.

  She loves it.

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  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  He was tall, lean, and corded with muscle. He slipped through the shadows like mist. Carmen chased him, frustrated, and called out. He’d disappeared into the rustling leaves, and she felt utterly bereft. Would she never feel his touch again?

  She whimpered in the silence of the woods, lonely and cold. He was gone, and she was alone.

  Then he was at her back once more, solid and warm, towering over her. Carmen leaned into him, overwhelmed with relief and longing.

  “You’re back,” she breathed. “You came back for me. I hoped so much that you would.”

  He cupped her breast with his right hand and slid his other down her belly. The skin of her abdomen warmed and moulded to the shape of his fingers and palm.

  His erection pressed into the small of her back and he moved his left hand lower, yanking down her skirt and panties. Carmen’s breaths quickened. She reached behind her and drew him closer, gripping the clenched cheeks of his bare ass with her hand. “Yes,” she whispered.