Realisation..
#6 of Lunar
© All characters and storylines surrounding these characters belong to me, Eben Black..
The Police had turned up within half an hour of phoning them. To be sure we weren't harassed while we waited for the police to show we'd locked up the apartment and turned off the phones too. The investigator that had come round had already been warned of Ethan's arrival it seemed and had even brought a photograph of him considering I did not know what looked like. The photograph had been one of those prison photos, a profile shot and a front shot too. He looked like he had done years ago, except he looked older and more exhausted. His jet-black fur had strands of white here and there, a true sign of stress. His narrowed eyes were that same pale blue as my own, that glimmer of sanity was devoid though. He frowned hard and glared up out of the photograph. One ear looked torn as if he'd ripped a piercing out at some point. He looked poised to snarl for the photograph. His eyes were wild as he looked up at me. He truly was insane. Some small part of me had hoped the things I'd heard from Bishop had been a lie, but now it seemed real somehow.
I'd explained what Bishop had told me and had filed for protection from the London PD.
An hour later we'd packed up and Snow and I were in the Raddison Hotel in downtown London, overlooking Hyde Park. Night had darkened the skies, a blend of black, dark red and dark blue. It looked beautiful.
I was lying down on the bed. Listening to the gentle rush of water from the bathroom. Snow was taking a shower. The radio on the bedside table had been turned on too, the volume lowered and the music drifting through that whole hotel room. We were high up, extremely high up, almost at Penthouse level. The hotel room was like a small apartment all on its own. A bedroom with queen-sized bed like the one we had a home. A wardrobe that had all our things inside. An en suite bathroom with bath tub, shower and toilet. Two sliding doors on the opposite side of the hotel room lead to a sunken lounge area, a three-seater couch done in a plush material that moulded around you as you sat down. A plasma television mounted on the wall and a stereo system underneath it. Snow had driven us here on the Davidson. He'd learned to drive when he was younger thanks to his father.
I rolled onto one side. I'd showered before Snow and was lying there in a pair of silk blue pyjama bottoms. I glanced at the bedside table where the keys for the Davidson sat beside the ominous mobile phone.
Was I frightened Ethan would call again? Yeah. That was why I'd turned the damn thing off and had left it off until I knew he was locked up back in Alabama.
The rush of water stopped suddenly. I rolled back onto my back, and leaned on my elbows as the bathroom door opened. Snow stepped out, naked and dripping wet. He'd been rubbing a towel over his head fur. He walked out, blind and in turn whacked his head against the door frame. He stopped dead and leaned back against the door, he yanked the towel free and his hair flew like a tousled wet mass above his head. He winced as he touched a hand to the small cut that had blossomed just above his eyebrow. He groaned and I chuckled.
He looked down at me and grinned.
"Something amusing?" he asked with a cheerful smile.
"Come here. Sit down and I'll sort you out." I hopped up off the bed and traded places with him. He sat down on the edge of the bed while I went into the fogged bathroom and opened the cabinet above the ceramic sink. I reached inside and took out the first aid kit. I opened it one-handed and looked inside. I found what I needed, antiseptic spray and a bandaid. I put the kit back and carried the things back into the bedroom. Snow's muscular form was now naked, damp from the shower and now sat on the edge of the bed, his legs crossed as he continued to wince at the pain above his eyebrow. I stepped up in front of him, and noticed his striped tail draped over the edge of the bed, swaying gently. I smiled at the image and stepped closer to him. He looked up at me and playfully rested his chin against my stomach, gazing up me, one eye closed, the other sparkled like a bright blue dream.
I licked the small cut and then sprayed it with a haze of antiseptic. He hissed but stayed where he was. I placed the bandaid down and pressed gently.
"There, done!" I said.
"Thank you, Nurse Eben."
I grinned and said, "Your welcome."
He swung his legs around and spread them around me. "You feeling better? Safer?" he asked as his fingers trailed along my lower back.
I nodded.
He rested his face against my stomach again, and ran his hands down the back of my legs. "I meant what I said back in the apartment."
"What do you mean?" I asked as I ran fingers through his head fur and caressed the arch of his ear.
"That I'd make sure no harm came to you. I meant that. If Ethan gets out of hand, I'll kill him." He looked up and added, "I mean it." His eyes held a seriousness and determination I'd never seen before.
"I know you do." I ran fingers down the sides of maw and then kissed him. It was a chaste touch of lips and then a more probing brush of tongue. His hands smoothed up the backs of my legs and cradled me in those strong forearms. He squeezed me as his forearms pressed against my rump and I moaned into his mouth. He took that as a green light and slowly his fingers kneaded their way over the waistband and slowly pulled the blue silk bottoms down. He licked and kissed along my stomach and moved downward while I shuddered at his touch. The bottoms pooled at the floor and I stepped out of them, he moved back along the bed and I followed, crawling over him. I watched him lie there gazing up at me and I wanted him. I was frightened and anxious about Ethan, but this one feline would protect me. He wanted to look out for me and he'd even sworn death on Ethan if anything happened.
I stradled him, feeling his warm length rub up against my rump. That large, thick heat tore a whimper from me, my ears slipped back as I gazed down at him. His hands caressed my rump, kneading, squeezing the mounds whilst he touched his lips to my cheek and licked down my neck and along the collarbone. He sat up and raked nails along my rump. He dragged himself up from under me, and moved to kneel in front of, bringing that throbbing heat into view. I rested on my elbows, both fingers and tongue caressing and touching that length while he leaned back and gazed down at me, his eyes full of lust and his moans growling from deep inside his chest.
"F-Fuck!" he growled as his hands kneaded along the arch in my back and along my backside again. I shuddered when he stroked my tail from base to tip. I sucked him slow and hard, savouring and filling my mouth with the bitter-sweet taste of him. He prized open my buttocks and rubbed a finger over my bare opening. His other hand stroked along my waist and then began caressing my own member as it ached with the need to be touched. I shuddered at both touches, he squeezed and stroked me slowly, while his other hand probed and fixated on opening me up. He moaned and shivered with pleasure while he gazed down at me slowly sucking on his tigerhood.
He shivered again and gently pulled me up off of him. I looked a question at him as he pushed me back gently until I was lying on my back gazing up at him. He kneeled between my spread legs and lifted them up so that they were resting on those hulking shoulders. He sank his knees into the bedding and without warning ran a tongue over my sensitive orbs. He lapped at them, rolling his tongue over them again and again, sucking on them one at a time, his eyes gazing up the line of my body at me while he pleasured me. I raked fingers through his head fur and moaned his name as our eyes locked and we were lost in the immense pleasure, lust and compassion that we shared. Those beautiful blue eyes filled with such love, that alone made me moan with the first shadowed orgasm. I wasn't there yet but that look had started a chain reaction. My stomach tightened and in that moment I forgot what we had fled here for. I forgot all my problems and worries, and focused on the feline before me.
Sometimes doing something like this, at a time like this was just what someone needed. I know that deep down I'd have been pleased if we'd just cuddled and slept, but I wasn't about to say no to this white tiger whom I loved.
He licked along my testicles again and trailed that wonderful piece of flesh up the shaft of my member, and flicked it off the tip. I gasped from that simple act and shuddered. He altered his position and soon he rolled me onto my knees, he arched my back so that my chest and arms were pressed to the bed underneath us. He prized open my buttocks again and without hesitation wrapped his lips around my opening, he proceeded to lick and suck hard and fast, glistening that small, tight hole with saliva and lust. I moaned out, pulling at the bedding and crying out his name as his tongue invaded and penetrated me. I shivered as I felt his eyes bearing down on me. I glanced back over my shoulder and gasped at the look there. So dominant and so powerful. Snow was in command, there was no doubt. He released me from his mouth roughly and I sagged under his hold.
There was movement behind me as he now proceeded to kneel over my raised backside and rub his most sensitive organ between my buttocks. His hands found the groves of my hips and he kneaded that flesh and fur while he dry humped against me. His member throbbed and oozed with delicious, bitter-sweetness that I could still taste on my tongue. His thrusts became hard and fast, an almost desperate movement. He pulled off me and buried two fingers inside me, he had made me loose. I had moaned and shuddered at the sudden penetration of his thick digits. He took his organ in hand and rubbed it against my opening.
"I love you," he breathed as his whole body seemed to shudder with excitement and lust.
"I love you too."
He pressed the tip of his member against me and pushed, he'd loosened me enough that the first few inches slipped in and out. Then his thick girth caught me and started stretching me, forcing me to accommodate that heat. He grasped me by my backside and began pumping in and out of me, allowing his thick, hard member to do all the work. I groaned and gasped with each inch that entered me until I felt his testicles touch mine.
"G-God!" Snow shivered. He cursed under his breath and held me there. He released my ass from his hands and leaned over me, hunching all that tall frame over me, he leaned one elbow on the bedding as his other hand caressed the line of my hips and torso. He growled deep in his chest as he began moving, moving in and out of me. He picked up the pace, his strokes long and deep, finding that sweet spot inside me. He found it as I moaned his name and arched my back, I bundled the bedding in either hand while he licked along my shoulder and watched me shudder and tremble with each thrust. His testicles slapped mine harder and sharper with each ram of that throbbing heat inside me. He touched a hand to my backside, and he raked his nails there. I gasped from the pleasure and miniscule amount of pain that now filled me. The world was a blur as the bed underneath had begun rocking back and forth. His thrusts became poundings, hard slapping sounds echoed as he thrust deep inside me. His own juices lubed me enough for him to move freely. His tail swished behind him as he stroked mine, tip to base and back again. His thrusts became radical, harsh movements, a subtle desperation that let me know he was growing close.
His poundings had brought on my own orgasm too as it built up deep inside me, warming me like some burning flame that Snow had coaxed alive with his penetrations.
"I'm close!" he shuddered as his hand found mine and we laced fingers, "I want to cum, Eben!"
He thrust once, twice, three more times and then pushed as deep as he could get, his testicles moulded to mine with the slick sweat and other body fluids as he held himself there, he shuddered and a second later there was an immense rush of warmth inside me. It made me throw my head back and howl out with pleasure, my own orgasm hit me and I erupted, splaying the bedding with thick ooze while we both shivered and trembled with the intense pressure that filled us both. Snow gasped and sank his teeth into my shoulder where he'd licked me, his moans turned to growls as he continued filling me. He held me there and then moaned one last time, he released me from his maw and I could feel his tiger seed spilling out of me around his member. He licked where he'd marked my shoulder and I murred at the touch. Our hands mottled together as we both took deep breaths. He pushed himself. Pushed himself to lean on knees and hands over me, he slowly dragged his member from inside me and I groaned as a wash of seed spilled out and over my hanging orbs. I shivered and looked at the hulking feline over me. His eyes full of passion for what he'd done with me. I smiled and touched a hand to his chest fur. He leaned down, his member oozed still as he touched lips to mine and moaned at that alone.
"Thank you."
"What for?" he asked.
"For enabling me to forget what's happening, even if it was for a heartbeat in time."
He looked at me, those true-blues serious and anxious and caring and worried all at once. I touched a hand to his face and he snuggled against my palm.
I smiled again and could feel sleep swimming around, looming over me.
"Tired?" he asked in a deep voice, full of sex and love and compassion.
I nodded.
"Then I did a good job," he grinned, he licked my nose and then spilled off of the bed.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"A quick wash, then I'll come back. I think we need to put that bedding in the wash, though," he added as he pointed at the mess I was lying in and alongside.
I nodded. "I'll put the top sheet in the washing shute and then we'll sleep. This place is warm enough that we won't needed a big duvet."
Snow nodded and said, "I'm just in here if you need me. Alright?"
I smiled, "Thank you."
He bowed, a gracious almost liquid movement before looking up and saying, "I am but a humble knight, m'lord."
I grinned and clambered up off the seed-strewn duvet. I looked down at the mess in my own fur. I needed a wash too.
"Share a shower?" Snow suggested.
"Sounds ideal." I padded barefoot toward him and made to move into the bathroom. His muscled arm propped against the door frame barred me from entering.
"You look beautiful, covered in my spunk." He grinned as he leaned down and kissed me again, a gentle touch of lips. I smiled and ducked under the arm. He followed and closed the door behind me.
I stood under the shower, hot water bathed us, my back pressed to the cool tiled walls, Snow loomed over me, a muscled arm leaned on the tiles behind me as we kissed, sweet, tender brushes of the lips, the odd flourish of our tongues caressing one another. Nothing heated, just a chaste exchanged as we showered. He washed me down, lathered up my chest fur as he held me from behind. He even leaned down and let me wash his hair. He held his head under the rush of hot water and his head fur was flattened and streaked down over his eyes. He peered at me between the strands of white and black. I smiled and had the same thought I'd had earlier. I forgot my issues, I'd forgotten Ethan and the problems that I was now faced with.
In that moment I also realised that I'd put this wonderful, adorable, strong tiger in danger.
My worries about November returned in a rush of white noise in my mind. Please! Please don't take him from me like you took everyone else! Snow looked at me as the thoughts crossed my mind. He tilted my chin and looked into my eyes.
"You have nothing to be worried about. Ethan cannot harm you, I promised remember?" he assured me with a smile. I looked back and smiled, while one thought ran through my mind.
What if it wasn't me he wanted to harm?