The Rise and Fall of Marcy DentonChapter 9
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Tigress
By Lynn LeFey
To say that I am a gentleman may be somewhat incorrect. Certainly by all
outward appearances, this would be the case. I wear the dress of nobles, in
an understated elegance. This does not include gaudy displays of wealth.
Only a gold ring, and those baubles of magic I choose to display.
I am of the aristocracy. My father, a landed noble, is well liked, and
manages his Barony well. Sometimes I sit and marvel at the complexity of its
machinations. All the peasants, working like ants. It really warms me to
know that even their type have a function in this world.
There is, however, a truth to the concept of bored wealth. You could most
likely not grasp the staggering power of my intellect. Few are the learned
more keen of wit than I. This is both a blessing and a curse. Others may
live an entire life, satisfied to learn the nuances of their art, where I,
vastly more clear of mind, make the same levels of mastery quickly. There
are so few things that truly challenge my mind. This has created an odd
hunger in me, one that I fill with experiences beyond the thoughts of most
lay people. The things I have done, and the experiences I have lived through
would shock the most worldly.
As you hold this journal, I assume you too have come to seek such unclean
knowledge. Spare me the airs of indignation you cast. Be not ashamed of your
lust. If you were a normal... a mundane, you would have never come looking for
such lore. The account that follows is far from the well-trodden lanes awash
with horse shit and human refuse. If you wanted such a life, you would never
have found this tome. But let me continue with the tale, as I'm sure I have
teased your demented appetite sufficiently.
The spice routes to the south are well traveled, and a man of resource such
as myself may turn a handsome profit along such lanes. Already, your mind
reels with thoughts of the danger from the highwaymen that travel such
thoroughfares. If you have no spine, you will never find the true gems of
experience. True, this way is not for the faint of heart. I have studied the
ways of arcane lore for over fifteen years, and can honestly boast the
capacity for incantations of the fifth circle. Still, it is true that even I
would not wish to wander such paths without a stout retainer.
It was along these paths, in the arid lands of Kal-Ath-Hadeen, that I and my
retainer came across the great caravans of the Kal-Kothan Sheik. In the low
pass, with sandstone cliffs on either side, there was no avoiding the
encampment. It didn't matter. It was this very camp that I had come
searching for. I had heard whispers amongst others with similar tastes, that
among these people was a shaman, who promised the ultimate experience, for
those with an eye open to possibilities.
The day was hot, even in the shade provided by the deep sandstone walls
around us. The blistering wind blew up from the south, bringing whipping
sands. I spoke to the sentries, explaining in their own tongue that I was
here to make trades with their caravans, and perhaps to speak to the sheik
and shaman, if such things could be arranged. Here, of course, I oiled the
gears of progress with the proper amount of northern trade coins. I turned
over five silver coins.
I would stop here to note for those unfamiliar with the ways of barbarians
to the south, that such pay was seen as immense wealth to a sentry. Do not
pass gold to the lesser class, even half crowns. This will only arouse
suspicion from their masters if it is found in the guard's possession. It is
well worth the weight of a few pounds of silver coins to make the little
people act as you wish. As a second point, for those of you knowledgeable in
the arcane arts... charms are never so reliable as trade coin. Save your
strength for true magic.
Here is the next truth... While they are in many ways very barbaric, the
nomadic peoples of these caravans held the most elaborate celebrations one
could imagine. In one night, if you had made the favor of the Sheik's
entourage with a prosperous trade, you might find yourself feasting with the
Sheik himself. This is what I must urge of you if you are to taste the true
fruits of life.
My dealings for the day included purchase of bundles of silk. Then came
bartering for various kinds of herbs. Some were sweet spices, some rare
specimens sought by alchemists, and some simply my own indulgences. They
grew somewhere in the south the most wonderful teas. Oh, does it surprise
you that I indulge in pleasures less bizarre? There are things both simple
and extraordinary in this world to be savored, my dear reader.
If you have never seen the kind of caravan I speak of, I can only describe
it as a small city, able to uproot itself, and move to another location.
There was a strict order to placement of tents, such that one stayed within
one's station.
When all was concluded, I returned to my tent. I had been left word there
earlier from the Sheik that I had taken his favor, and he would invite me to
his tents this evening as an honored guest.
I changed into attire more appropriate for my evening activities and
dismissed my retainer. Anyone causing me harm would answer to the Sheik.
This fellow I have traveled with for so long is sometimes really quite
amusing, but he is a commoner, and enjoys more common things. This caravan
holds multitudes of possibilities, no matter your tastes. I doubted little
that he would enjoy his evening almost as much as I. The silver trade coins
were divided in two and he set about arranging his half into small pouches
of coins. He would be throwing money all evening. It was really a small
portion of his salary.
I will not mince words here. You may find it foolish that I spend my wealth
in such a manner. In this instance, be absolutely certain that you get what
you pay for. Your retainer should be a stout swordsman, brave enough to face
anything... for about three seconds. That is your margin, where you get to
select one incantation. Pay those people well and you may find yourself
utterly unscathed after facing marauders.
Through the late afternoon, into evening I sat, listening to the wind
whistle through our tent, and sipped tea. It was truly glorious. Our tent
was laden in various places with my acquisitions, and I rested against a
bolt of bright blue silk. The scent of the herbs I purchased was wonderful.
This expedition might turn over a profit, considering what I returned with,
but it was a slow investment. There were faster ways to make money. I had
done this simply because it was enjoyable.
As night fell, and oil lamps were lit, the thin valley between the sandstone
cliffs began ever so slightly to glow. The winds slowed and the sky was
clear of clouds. The evening cooled rapidly and soon could be considered
brisk. Music swelled from the tents of the Sheik. I made for the grand tent,
where I knew his feast would be taking place.
...
The wines and music were wonderful, as is always the case in the Sheik's
feasts. I found out that I had in fact come on a night sacred to the Sheik's
shaman. It was the eve of fertility rights. This had been my plan, but the
timing was critical, and I had worried I may have miscalculated my
astrology. It was good to know that I was exactly when and where I needed to
be for these events to coincide. The fertility rites represented a pure
carnal pleasure to me.
The feasting was soon done, and I lay tranquilly against the huge silk
pillows. The men passed pipes and made small talk. While some were so rude
to bring business matters to a feast, this land recognized a simple law,
that no matter of business was legal after sunset. This ensured that men
could not be plied with wine at dinner, and lose their head.
Yes, I am afraid to say that it was a male culture. Women were subservient,
seen only slightly greater in worth than a Bull. And while that may be true,
the women of the Sheik's harem lived more opulently than any farm worker and
some merchants of my lands. The women were thus paraded like prizes, and
sometimes shared among the powerful. Certainly, the women in these tents
were worthy of being considered prizes. Their lovely bodies had been
painted, adorned in silk veils, and perfumed. The women... the ones with any
education in this society, were taught sexual skills, alongside calligraphy
and dance. Many prided themselves in their skills of pleasure.
Soon, the Sheik himself passed near, and took note of me. With him were
perhaps half a dozen beautiful women. The Sheik offered two for the evening.
I selected the two I found most lovely, and was quickly spirited away to
another tent nearby. Inside was a bath, and several more beautiful young
ladies who quickly stripped me and began delicately washing my body. Flowery
scents wafted up from incense burners, and I simply laid back and relaxed.
The evening was young, and I needed to pace myself.
Leaving my clothing behind meant sacrificing many spells that needed some
trinket or other component. I kept only one silver earring, which looked
like a small plain cuff, but in fact held great magic. It was a receptacle
for a great deal of my magical power at the moment.
The bath lasted perhaps half an hour, with the four young ladies washing me,
drying me, massaging me, and fulfilling my sexual desires. While it was very
pleasurable, and the skill of the women was great, it was something of an
appetizer to the main course.
...
I was wrapped in only silk robes, and led through small adjoining tents,
finally leading to one huge open tent. Within were only dim lights. Torches
bracketed onto tent poles sent a shiver of fear through me momentarily. It
only took a second to realize the flames of the torches were really only
illusions, made to provide illumination without heat. Within the great tent
were five beds, of a sort, spaced perfectly as points of a star.
Three of the beds were occupied. I was escorted to the edge of a circle that
had been drawn on the sandstone beneath our feet. There, the shaman of their
people greeted me. He had a sprig of some herb and passed it over my left
shoulder and then my right. I had not been aware that I was to be part of a
ritual. This did make sense however. I was then led to the fourth bed, and
my hands and feet were lashed in. In my right hand was placed a bell. I was
instructed that the... experience... would continue until I rang the bell. I
felt my heart jump, anticipating what may lie in wait for me.
At some length, I noticed a spot of light on the floor. It must have been
cast by the moon. I noticed then that this tent had a portion of the top
open to the sky. The spot crossed the reddish sandstone, moving to the line
inscribed on the floor. As it neared, another man was brought in to the
circle. His silk robes were drawn away, and he was placed in the last of the
beds. In moments, the light of the moon touched the edge of the circle. A
powder in the sand began to fully glow. My guess was that the circle had
been traced with silver. The illumination shone against the tent walls,
which slowly moved in the cool night winds.
When the circle had illuminated, I felt a most peculiar hum through me, a
near palpable charge of sexual energies. I stood fully erect, and began to
sweat heavily. The priest began incantations, calling forth the spirit of
their goddess, the great Tigress Mal-Ath-Na-Quain. From outside the circle,
the form of another person was led in. This figure was in the same white
robes we'd all been brought here wearing. As the person crossed into the
circle, it became clear that it was a woman, by the shape and the movements
it made. Here the holy man anointed her and spoke a flowing rhythmic chant.
The words became louder and faster, but the meaning and exact sounds seemed
stolen from my mind as soon as they were heard.
Finally, she was led to the center of the circle, where four young women
waited. The robes were stripped away, revealing the lean, feminine form
beneath. She was now manifesting their Goddess. Her lovely dark skin was
covered in a fine fur. Her belly and throat were white, fading to orange on
her sides. Bold black stripes fell across her back, and the backs of her
arms. Her eyes were emerald green, and open wide. Her body moved with an
inhuman grace, which made me nearly climax at the mere thought of her. She
was in every aspect, perfect. She leisurely sashayed to the first bed,
climbing erotically over the foot of the bed, straddling the participant. I
could hear mild moans escaping his lips. The manifestation of the goddess
flicked her nimble tongue across the head of his phallus. He moaned again,
and released. He did not lose his potency, however. The tigress straddled
him. I thought that watching this beast woman was quite painful... a torture
of anticipation. For perhaps ten minutes, they thrashed and writhed against
each other. Finally, the soft chimes of a bell could be heard, and the
tigress slid slowly off of the man. His body was covered in gashes from her
claws, and while he was obviously injured, he appeared in to be in spent
rapture.
The tigress wandered back to the center of the circle. There, she was washed
by the four handmaidens. As sensual as it had been watching her in the state
of intercourse, it was every bit as exhilarating to see the feline
mannerisms portrayed in bathing. Tigers were well known for loving water.
The manifestation was certainly no different. Still, the bath was simply
another tease, before she continued her ravenous lust. She came toward the
second man, slowly creeping up. She had a short tail that twitched at the
tip. Again, for a painfully long time, she used the man to fulfill some
bestial urge. This then was followed by a second bath.
The third man the tigress took lasted perhaps only four minutes. I could
smell them. They reeked of sexual desire. I could hear her soft husky
breathing and his yelps of pleasure/pain. Like the others, he looked nearly
brutalized before he sounded the bell. She slid again from the male form,
and turned to her bath.
...
I knew her bathing ritual well. I'd seen it enough times to know when she
would return for me. I ran through the spells I had stored in the cuff on my
ear. It was a small selection designed to keep me alive in most situations.
However, tonight it would serve to give me stamina not known to mortals. As
she finished her washing, I concentrated for a moment, willing the release
of magics. I was flooded with a potent sense of vigor.
Finally the Goddess manifestation drew near. I could hear the low nearly
sub-vocal purr she emitted. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed
deeply. She circled to my right, unlike her tactic with the others. She came
up behind me, softly taking in my scent, and moving to beside my head, on
the right. She pressed her nose into my hair over my temple and breathed my
scent. Surely it could not have been by accident that her breast lay in my
bound hand. I ran my fingers delicately over the petal-soft flesh of her
nipple. She ran the tip of her tongue across the edge of my ear. She nuzzled
against me, purring.
Her scent was strong, and drove me insane with passion. Finally, she slid
her body against mine and pressed her breasts against me. Her soft fur
caressed my body, as she straddled me. Slowly, she slid back, pressing my
rock hard organ inside her. There was a flush of warmth in me. I was awash
with sexual energies, and only barely aware that the tigress was already
grinding her hips against mine.
The sounds she made were not like those of a woman. They were more
animalistic, growls and occasional high yowls. She dug her claws into my
shoulders, and somehow the pain was utterly trivial at that moment. Her
belly lightly brushed against mine as she thrust and bucked over me. Her
breasts brushed against my bare chest.
I do not know how long this continued, but eventually, I realized I had not
released, nor honestly could I. The tigress controlled this encounter, and I
laid, being whipped into new levels of ecstasy, craving release. Through
waves of bliss, I was vaguely aware that my fragile mortal form could not
likely stand the stresses much longer. With great regret, I shook the bell
tethered to my hand.
At that moment, as if trained, the muscles in her contracted. I was squeezed
so hard that when I finally did orgasm, nothing could find release, and for
a second, it was as if my testicles threatened to explode. Then her body
again relaxed, and I convulsed as a sexual flood like nothing I've ever
experienced before exploded through me. By the time it ended, it hurt. The
intensity of the experience left me dazed.
She pulled away, and walked back toward the bath. I was left flooded with an
ecstasy that no human words could convey. Waves of pleasure masked the
injuries she'd inflicted. I was certainly spent, and began to understand why
there was more than one man present. If her sexual appetites were not sated,
she might kill her lover in the throws of her passion.
I laid there, staring at the ceiling, and finally came to sufficient
presence of mind to release the healing powers in my ear ring. Afterward, I
simply laid in a nearly visible sexual afterglow. I was snapped out of my
trance by the high priest, who was untying me. Apparently, the ritual had
ended, and I was being escorted back to the bath tent I'd been in before so
that my wounds might be tended.
I finally spoke to the shaman, saying that for certain, there could be no
sexual encounter greater than what I'd just experienced. He actually smiled
at this, and told me that what I said was nearly true, but there was one
experience which made this one pale.
I pleaded to feel this greater encounter. He seemed reluctant. Apparently we
had only finished the rising moon portion of the ceremony. The apex of the
moon was the height of the ritual. I offered everything I had with me. He
told me it was not a matter of money. He doubted that I would be able to
handle the rigors of the ceremony. I offered the ear cuff I wore, explaining
its power. He pondered the matter for a moment, then relented. I would be in
the apex ritual.
...
So it was that my wounds were treated. They were truly minor, and my own
magics had healed them well already. Still, the perfumed water they used was
intoxicating, and my body seemed to melt as they washed me, massaged my
muscles, and occasionally teased me sexually.
The shaman came in at one point asking if the tigress was prepared. The
girls seemed all in agreement. I remember realizing at that point that they
were speaking of me. I felt heavy in my mind and could not quite think
clearly. Had they drugged me? No... somehow I believed this to be part of the
ritual. The stunning sharpness of intellect would do me no good where I was
going.
The four handmaidens wrapped me in soft silk robes. They felt so very nice...
the cool, soft fabric against my ever hardening nipples. I had a most
peculiar sensation as my hips and the bones in my legs seemed to waiver,
changing more than imperceptibly. My body was like mist around me. My form
shifted as subtly as smoke and the chanting of the shaman had come to an
end. I stood in the center of the circle I had seen before. The scene was
both familiar and eerily new.
The light was brighter, the scents more intense, and I burned to fulfill a
desire which maddened me nearly to frenzy. The first scent fell upon my keen
nostrils. I felt an immediate reaction, I opened my mouth now, letting the
scent roll off the back of my tongue like a succulent flavor. I turned to
move toward my prey, when I first truly felt the liquid grace of this form.
A perfect, glossy coat of short cat hair covered my naked body. I looked
down, seeing my beautiful form. My perfect breasts with their sharply erect
nipples.... My wet, waiting vagina. Perhaps at any other moment in my life,
such a sight might make me give pause. Not then. At that point, I cannot
truly say that I was in control of my actions.
I stalked with purpose toward the delicious smell that commanded my
attention. It was the smell of man. It was a sharp smell, thick with musk.
Before me was a beautiful morsel of a man. He lay on a bed, his legs tied
together, and his arms tied individually, by the wrists. Other than the
binding chords, he was naked. I pressed near... my breath nearly catching as I
inhaled his wonderful fragrance. I slowly moved my head, barely touching my
nose to his belly. My long, wild hair brushed against his chest, and he
gasped. Slowly I moved my head down to his waiting penis and gently suckled
the tip of it. Immediately he released, sending an impressive fountain of
fluids into the air. The smell of his seed only drove me into a higher state
of frenzied passion. Quickly I slid over his body, now wet with his own
sweat. I could feel the heat from my own body radiating from his. Slowly I
slid my hips back until the head of his manhood pressed against me. I
pressed slowly, I could hear the man groan. I pressed again, sliding in
completely. I was filled with a man. It fulfilled some desire raging in my
form.
Try as I might, I could not fulfill some burning desire within me. I found
that I had dragged my claws over the man's chest, kneading his muscles. This
left furrows in his body, but he did not relent. I heaved and thrust against
him, gyrating my pelvis, trying to hit some spot in me. Finally, the small
sound of the bell rang, and then it struck me. I was washed over with a wave
of euphoria, and deep in me, I felt muscles contract. A flood of warmth
bathed me, and I felt for a moment as though I might know what heaven was.
Only a moment later, I slid off my spent lover, and slipped sinuously to the
waiting bath.
There, I was washed by the four handmaidens. The cooling waters with their
gentle fragrances served to some degree to calm my lust. The soft caresses
of the beautiful young women against my fur was in its own way very sensual.
Finally, they dried me, and brushed my coat with soft bristled brushes.
Already, the scent of the water was losing it's potency, and my mind was
again flooded with man-scent.
...
The ceremony became something of a blur, with the mortal lovers always
falling somewhat short of the true ecstasy. Finally, when the five were all
spent, I was bathed one last time, and bid to leave the tent. I was
instructed to find the God, and to pass blessings on the way. I was
bewildered, and failed to understand the meaning of the shaman's words.
As a wandered from the tent, I was nearly shocked by the throng of people
waiting outside. Hundreds of women crowded about, all seeming to press for
just a caress of my silky coat. I understood that my mere touch was a boon
to fertility. I lovingly touched the women as I passed. Somehow this was as
much a pleasure as the carnal act. Some women I would simply brush against.
Some I touched with my hands. Those who seemed particularly infertile, I
would nuzzle and kiss. Many women bowed at my feet in tears.
It is fair to say that this was perhaps the most profound experience of my
life. I was manifesting a Goddess, and she bathed me in her energies. I had
come looking for a sexual encounter, and found something vastly more
powerful. I was fertility incarnate.
...
Even as I passed through the crowd of people, I could smell something new on
the wind. There was a scent, which consumed my mind. It was like the
man-scent, but more closely attuned to my desire. I thought that it might be
coming from somewhere above, and when I looked to the heavens, there on the
top of the great cliff walls above me was a creature of singular beauty.
Like me, he wore the fur of a tiger, but stood on two legs like a man. His
body was powerful, rippling with muscle.
I leapt easily from crag to ledge, bounding up the face of the wall with no
effort. His presence empowered me. The sight of him intoxicated me. His mere
scent sent quakes of passion through me.
There at the top of the sandstone wall, he waited. The tiger. In the bright
light of the moon, he came to me, first gently, with caresses, petting, and
purring. As our encounter grew more intense, we pounced upon each other,
wrestling, licking, and lightly clawing one another. Finally, with a force I
could scarcely have imagined, he pinned me, and thrust himself inside me. I
laid in a state of bliss, finally knowing the ultimate in sexual experience.
As the God manifestation reached climax, he relaxed, and lay holding me.
This gesture ignited in me some previously unknown sense of safety. I was
under his protection. I could feel a stirring in my belly.
The tiger rose from his protective embrace, and sped off into the night. I
laid watching the moon, feeling life grow inside me. It was... Here I am
afraid there is no way to describe the feeling. The moon wandered down the
sky, and as it did, my belly grew with new life. Finally, I felt the time
arrive. I could feel my body leaking fluids. Soon, I began having
contractions. I was vaguely aware that I was about to give birth to
something. I remember thinking it should seem more foreign to me, but the
manifestation of the Goddess found this nothing but completely natural.
Within minutes, I had pushed out four kittens. I was somewhat in awe to see
that they were in no way human. They appeared to me in every way to be
newborn tiger cubs. In truth, the pain in their birth was minor. Soon, I
laid on my side nursing the newborn cubs. To my surprise, I had discovered
that I actually had six nipples. Only the two farthest up my chest had
human-like breasts.
The kittens grew even as I watched them. I was vaguely aware that the God
manifestation had returned, carrying some beast of the field. He lay down
the fresh kill for the young, then came to me. As the young fed, he gathered
me in his arms and deftly leapt back down the sandstone wall to the caravan
tents below.
He carried me back into the circle, and laid me down in the bathing water. I
was once again washed and escorted to the center of the circle. Likewise, he
was washed and brought to sit next to me. The handmaidens departed, leaving
only me, the tiger, and the shaman. I saw that the moon's light was now
about to leave the circle. The shaman again waived some herb sprig over each
of us, and walked to the edge of the circle, finally breaking it, and
thereby ending the ritual. I found myself immediately taken by sleep.
...
By the light of the morning, I found myself still in the great tent where
the ceremony had taken place. Curled up with me was one of the two young
ladies I'd selected from the Sheik. She simply smiled at me and in her
native tongue called me 'Mother of Tigers'.
Upon departure from the encampment later in the morning, I noted that we
were followed. On either side of us, far above on the cliff tops, were
tigers, four in total. Their great huge muscular forms rippled as they
walked. These tigers were more reddish, like the sands around us, than the
orange color I was accustomed to seeing. My retainer, with his sharp eyes,
made mention of them, and I told him to pay them no heed. Those cats were
well known in those parts and thought to be protectors of the people.
However, their origins were now much clearer to me.
Since those days, I have taken to wearing a simple gold ring, set with a red
tiger-eye stone. I could say quite honestly with the days and months I've
had to reflect on these events, that it has changed me at a profound level.
Before that experience, sex was simply satisfying my own need for coitus.
Now, I understood the gift of fertility and the power of creating new life.
Jane
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