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The savannah flew by, drifting along in a swirling mass of ripples stirred by the wind of the passing jeep. Caden's parents are pointing at the landscape, which is dotted by a few trees and shrubs, but defined by the constant presence of golden grass taller than a man's waist.

"Caden," the jeep tour driver says, "Are you enjoying your trip to Africa so far?" Caden looks up at the black, smiling face in the rearview mirror and gives a curt nod. After a moment, the driver continues.

"Well I can promise you that all you've seen so far will be nothing compared to what you will see today!" He gives a laugh that peters out when he doesn't receive a response. Caden's dad leans towards the driver and whispers in the driver's ear, though Caden can still hear.

"He hasn't talked since he got back from university, he hasn't told us why he's mad..." Caden wasn't mad, he just simply didn't feel like talking. He knew that this whole trip was supposed to be a grand "welcome home" after his first year away at college, but right before he left to go home his girlfriend, Jenny, had dumped him, ostensibly for not staying in town over the summer. He found out shortly later that she had actually been sleeping with his best friend, well, former best friend, and that it had been going on for a while. He and Jenny had never actually had sex either, she insisted she wanted to wait for marriage, and so he respected that and waited. After the truth had come out, and after some very nasty words were said by all parties, he decided that talking was just a thing he needed to not do for a while.

The tour driver rambled on, regaling his passengers about lions and giraffes and water buffalo, but it all drifted as nonsense into Caden's mind. The savannah had caught his attention once more, and the grass swaying calmly said nothing of the danger hidden within. With the constant roar of the engine and the serenity of the landscape, Caden drifted off to sleep.

"No...please, stop!" He moaned as a wave of intense pleasure swept over him. There was a pounding, the blood pumping in his burning red ears, coloring his blushed and sunburned cheeks, but there was another pounding, hiding somewhere out of sight though it was unbearably noticeable. He was kneeling in the grass, shuddering in the darkness. All of a sudden, his eyes flew open, and he beheld the single tree rising out of the savannah, framed by dark and swirling clouds that were punctuated by lightning, though no rumbling thunder answered the flashing lights. In the eerie silence a figure moved across the naked limb of a branch, its grace and beauty reminiscent of water flowing gently across the landscape. He sits, and his tail sways back and forth with a single lazy flick at the tip. His eyes penetrate deep into Caden's, and he whispers of eternity, but suddenly it all shatters and fractures into a thousand shards of glass...

~~~

Caden didn't hear the crash, only felt it. The rain pounded upon the roof of the jeep and lightning and thunder dominated his senses. He felt it had been hours, and the darkness attested to this fact. It was cold, and the jeep lay crumpled and slanted upon a hill. The front was wrapped around a tree, and it was illuminated by the steady beams of the headlights. The lightning illuminated the front seats of the car; and the inert figures that were slumped in their safety harnesses were too horrific to bear.

Caden began to hyperventilate, frozen in place, trapped by his seatbelt, and scared. The thunder roared in his ears, and he struggled to free himself, to fly away from the terrible image before him. The belt came free and the door banged open, though the sound was lost in the resounding cry of the storm, and his own whimpers.

The grasses gave no resistance as he fled, parting before him and disappearing into the darkness behind. He tripped and stumbled into every hole, and every rock seemed to leap out and snag him until, deafened and blinded by the lightning, he tumbled. The embankment was steep, and every roll caused him to bash his head once more until he splashed into the river, tossed and jarred by the rough current and the debris it swept along with it. After getting smacked by a log and nearly going under, Caden grabbed hold and let it carry him along; gasping for breath as the forces of nature did everything in its power to destroy him.

It seemed to carry on for hours, until he felt another jar as the log caught on something on the bank. Exhausted, disoriented, and in excruciating pain, Caden simply sat there, letting the water rush by as he clung desperately to life. Slowly he began to inch towards the shore, eyeing his salvation so close at hand. The rain had stopped but the darkness persisted, lit only by the intermittent glow of the full moon as it peeked out from behind the passing clouds. He grasped at the sandy beach, dragging his bedraggled self out of the rushing water. There appeared to be a cave of some kind, a rock overhang that went a few feet into the hill that hung over the water. He crawled to this space, his clothes feeling like they weighed a ton, and collapsed into a small hole in the overhang framed by tree roots and rocks. Shivering there, his eyes drifting closed and sleep threatened to engulf him. As he finally faded into unconsciousness, the roar of a lion pierced his skull, and he sank at last into the dark realm of his nightmares.

~~~

The night was still at last, and the rain had ceased. The sleek form pawed its way across the hill, led by an intuitive sense that his prey was close. The river flowed below, and the leopard stared at it, sitting in a quiet meditation as he considered his surroundings. Finally he climbed down the bank, making use of the many rocks and pawholds. He saw the disturbed sand, the marks where his prey had pulled himself along, and he followed them towards the rock overhang. His amber eyes took in the teen, lying as still as death in the hole in the dark. The young man's lips were blue and his hands were white, and he didn't even shiver. The leopard leaned closer, his whiskers pulling backwards as his mouth opened and breathed a single hot breath into the unresponsive face. The color returned, the heat flowing back into the body of the youth near death. His form, clenched tightly into a ball, visibly relaxed and softened. The leopard padded away once more, and his passing was as silent as a morning mist.

~~~

When Caden awoke, it was dark. He was still wet and his clothes were ruined. His body shrieked in protest as he tried to sit up and the world spun rapidly. Sure enough it was night, though the river was much smaller and calmer than he remembered, and its rapids had disappeared. He wondered how long he had been unconscious and, ultimately, decided that he didn't want to know. Images of the bodies in the car intruded on his mind, and he forced himself to move, to distract himself with the physical pain of his exertion. He crawled out of the overhang and looked around. The stars blinked at him, brilliant in the cloudless night sky and only outshone by the moon, which was obviously beginning to wane.

The beach was framed by a small cliff, and he realized he had to climb the twelve or so feet to get out. The only other open way out was the river, and he was certainly not going that way. Thankfully, the dirt cliff was covered in roots and stones, and he slowly began pulling himself up, stopping often to rest.

What he saw caused tears to roll down his cheeks. The savannah spread before him in every direction without a single road or man-made structure in sight, dotted only by trees off in the distance. He was truly alone on the shore of eternity, and he sank to the ground and curled up, sobbing loudly at his predicament.

Finally he recovered and stood, turning around to once again to take in his surroundings, but he froze. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he was overcome with a sense of dread, a sense of being watched. He peered towards the closest tree, turning his head slowly, and saw the eyes; those deep amber eyes that held in their depths all of the wilds of Africa. The leopard leapt out of the tree, blending almost perfectly into the grass as he stalked ever closer. Caden stared into those eyes as they came to a stop almost a dozen feet away.

"You know me," came the voice in his mind, and Caden shivered. The dream came rushing back, and his cheeks flushed red at an inexplicable sense of embarrassment he got from it.

"I-I do..." He didn't even mean to say it, his words just slipped right out of his mouth. He got the feeling of a feline smile as the leopard thrust his whiskers forward.

"You seemed so cold," the voice purred softly, gently. Caden saw the image of his frigid body lying in the hole and the leopard restoring his heat to him. He was confused, and this talking leopard certainly wasn't helping things, especially not as he broke into his mind once more.

"A life for a life, you owe me, kitten." Before he could even comprehend what this could mean, the leopard darted forth with uncanny speed, crashing into Caden and knocking him to the ground. Before he could even say "oof", the leopard was licking him, crouched over his frame and purring loudly. Caden struggled, but was met with a snarl and a sudden bite to the neck. Needless to say, he ceased his struggles immediately, and after a few seconds the purring resumed and the bite turned into a severe licking with that heavily rasped tongue. Caden moaned, the sensation far too intense, and squirmed involuntarily. His clothes grated against his skin, coated with the muck from the river and the mud and sand from his crawling.

"You're dirty, kitten, and I can't stand such a thing," the leopard stated, licking Caden's face and hair, cleaning the dirt and grime off of him with every swipe of his tongue. Caden was officially confused, and rather frightened of this supernatural encounter. He was distracted, however, as the leopard began to bite and claw into his wet clothes, shredding them as easily as he would a newspaper.

"H-hey!! Don't do that cat! I need those!" He yelled in protest. The feline simply looked up at him with those deep amber eyes, his claws ruthlessly tearing his clothes away.

"It's always warm here, and these things will make you sick if you insist on keeping them." The leopard said rather matter-of-factly. Caden had to concede this point. It was warm outside even at night, but he still shivered at the clammy proximity of his clothes.

"Well can't we just hang them up? Let them dry? Or -"

"Too late!" The leopard purred satisfactorily as the last of Caden's clothes, his underwear, was shredded and discarded. The leopard stared at the naked youth and thrust his whiskers forward in amusement, and Caden blushed at the invasive inspection. Once again he began to clean, licking and nibbling at his chest and arms, causing Caden to moan and squirm once more. Involuntarily, Caden began to feel a warmth as his member began to grow, multiplying his embarassment. The tongue went lower and lower, probing his navel and nibbling his hips. Caden moaned softly, and gasped as the raspy tongue took a swift lick at his swollen length. His eyes darted downwards and saw the leopard staring right back as he licked again, slower this time, dragging his tongue across the length of Caden's shaft, causing him to squirm and shudder. As he made to cover himself and push the cat away, a horrific snarl and the flashing of fangs stopped him in his tracks. He had no choice but to sit as still as he could, completely at the leopard's mercy.

The licking continued shortly thereafter, causing Caden to lay his head down once more and drape his arm over his beet-red face, panting softly at first, but slowly panting louder and heavier as the pleasure increased. The leopard was relentless, purring deeply before finally taking the head of Caden's shaft into his maw. The cat's purr reverberating through his mouth and the tongue swirling circles around his tip was almost too much to bear, and, against his better judgment, Caden began to lose himself.

Slowly he reached down, petting between the ears of the big cat, causing him to purr louder and lick and suckle harder. It was a wonderful cycle. The more Caden stroked, the more pleasure he received, which caused him to stroke more and so on and so forth. The leopard's head was bobbing up and down now, dragging his lips across the whole member, slickening it with feline saliva. His tongue was firm, yet careful and gentle with its sandpaper like rasps. The leopard's whiskers tickled Caden's hips and bare thighs, and his paws stroked and groped at Caden's rear end, causing Caden to plant his feet on the ground and spread his legs wide, giving the cat as much access as possible.

The leopard stared into the human's face, enjoying the look of pleasure immensely, knowing that he was slowly winning him over. Caden began to moan louder, writhing and twisting under the leopard's power and ministrations. The leopard knew it wouldn't be long as Caden's hands became more persistent on his head, pushing him further down on his cock. His glans began to swell, and the moaning was so desperate and needy that the leopard certainly couldn't refuse. He sucked harder and faster, causing Caden's cries to rise in a crescendo, coalescing and culminating into one peaking moment where Caden's moans hit their highest point just as the flood erupted in the leopard's mouth. It burst forth with such pressure and suddenness it caused the cat to instinctively withdraw and take the second spurt directly in the face before clamping his lips around the head once more. The waves of seed kept coming, and the leopard suckled it all down greedily as Caden continued to moan and twist in his climactic throes.

Eventually the orgasm subsided, leaving Caden to pant heavily and realize his extreme shyness. He peeked down at the leopard that was still suckling gently and blushed. The leopard continued his steady purr.

"You're mine now, kitten," he growled, causing Caden to shiver as some deep, secret part of him stirred lustily at those words.

"Alllll miiiinne..!"