Primal, Part Two
Ahkiri didn't stop running until she hit exhaustion. Her movements turned from adrenalised quick, graceful leaps and strides to an exhausted and sluggish stumble through the undergrowth, the ache of fatigue and pain from being whipped by the forest starting to wear her down. So focused on just moving away from there, she nearly walked straight into a pool. The pebbled edge collapsed a little as she put her first step on it, the ground slipping out from under her paw. Shocked, her arms flailed out and tail struck straight, and with a degree of panic, the tigress just about managed to move herself backwards and avoid falling in, instead dropping back onto her ass.
Breathing a sigh of both annoyance and relief, she stayed on the floor for a moment, to catch her breath and take in the surroundings; she'd moved far enough away now, it was time to rest or she would drive her body over its limit . The tigress turned her weary gaze to the pool. It wasn't very big, but the water looked somewhat deep. Crawling over to the edge, she looked down at the surface. It was still and clear, and she could see her reflection, fur a little messy and a worn look in her violet eyes. Reaching down, she dipped her paw under the surface, the water cool but not cold. It looked deep, enough that it would maybe come up to the neck. I could do with a bath.
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She untied the straps that clung to her chest, winding them into a bundle. Her breasts were rounded and firm, with white fur curling up through the cleavage, while golden fur merged in from the sides, dark stripes reaching over them to connect with her burnt-tan nipples. She'd not gone through the ordeal of raising a child, like she would have if she'd not become a huntress. Ahikri was, while counted as an adult, still young, her body matured but not deep into adulthood, still in its prime: a strong, flexible form with a good measure of muscle, but still holding a soft, feminine shape. It was a trait of feline females, strength and beauty in their younger years, and an often difficult but playful curiosity.
The shape of her body was a sleek hourglass, her shoulders wide to support her bust and her hips broad as they merged into strong thighs. As she dropped her loincloth away, the so-far untouched slit of her womanhood was clearly visible, the fuzz around it a lighter, yellow-gold, and a black stripe running straight down the middle of the lips. Her species didn't have an abundance of folds as others might have, instead, if it was to be opened, she had a clear split, like an orange missing a segment, neat and simple.
As she crouched and bent forward to untie her footwraps, raising her tail a little for balance, it opened a little, revealing an interior that sharply blended from tan to pink. She hadn't noticed, but it glistened slightly with wetness, her body's reaction to the thoughts that had came back to her an hours ago. The few possessions she carried; a spear, made of a straight stick polished smooth and tipped with a sharp flint, a set of other flint tools and a hide parcel of dwindling supplies, she set down by her clothes, not too far away from the waters edge.
The tigress climbed down to sit on the pebbled rim of the pool, which was dotted with ferns, thin reeds and flowers that crept up between the stones. Paws resting on the edge, she gently lowered herself towards, her feet slipping slowly under the surface. The water was cool, but not cold, probably warmed a little by the sunlight breaking through the gap in tree cover. Gracefully, her body followed her feet, doing very little to disturb the stillness. It wasn't as deep as she thought, the water only coming up to just below her breasts, at standing. Luckily, there was a ledge of rock a bit further in, that she could sit on, lean against the side of the pool, and relax for a while.
Rising back out of the water, the waterproof outer-layer of her fur shedding thousands of droplets as she climbed up the edge, Ahkiri gave a contented sigh. It had been a rough and strenuous past few days, and the weeks leading up to it had been more than stressful, but a little time to herself in some clear water had soothed her nerves and rejuvenated her body. She gently padded over to her belongings, swishing her tail to dispel any excess water, before shaking off the rest of her body and squeezing out her hair, until she was ready to redress.
As she bent down to retrieve her clothing and relaxed from her time in the pool, Ahkiri was paying no attention to her surroundings. It was common to bathe around others in her tribe, and while being spotted naked by someone might be a little embarrassing, her lack of a real consciousness of sex had made her tolerant of others, often not even giving a glance around as she'd wash, unaware that voyeuristic eyes would sometimes be watching - As they were now. It was easy enough for him to creep up on her, his steps near silent, but the distracted tigress paying no attention anyway. By the time she knew something was wrong, he was right behind her, and it was already too late.
A sharp jab just below her armpit quickly knocked the wind out of her, as an arm curled around her stomach and yanked her back, almost lifting her off of the ground. Her feet weren't in any stance to hold a resistance, instead stumbling across the floor as her balance was taken away. It didn't take much to sweep her footing out from beneath her - a simple sweep of the attackers leg dropping her to her knees, and from there holding her down was easy - a paw gripping the back of her neck, an arm wrapped around her abdomen, squeezing, and the bulky mass of a larger male pinning her to the floor.
As Ahkiri collapsed to the ground, she saw her attacker reflected in the pool before her, the still surface acting as a mirror. He too, was a feline, but the midnight-black of his fur was a stark contrast to the gold of hers, slightly iridescent rings replacing stripes. Everything about him was black, fur, whiskers, nose, all apart from his eyes: a bright yellow-green with slit pupils, the sun on the water almost making them glow amongst his dark silhouette.
His strong body against naked fur, his paws gripping tight and firm on her flanks as he held her down. His hot breath on the back of her neck. It immediately affected her mind, thoughts of both the wolf and doe, and her previous memories surfacing once again. The huntress was oddly conscious of just how close his hips so close to hers, and as she pushed back against them in her struggle, suddenly aware he was completely naked, just as she was. The cheek of her backside made contact with his equipment, what would no doubt be a thick fuzzy sheathe, and a pair of walnut-sized balls in a lightly furred sack. What she wasn't expecting was that manhood was at full mast, its rigid length pressing against her fur. She seemed to be able to feel it with utmost clarity, every ridge and bump of the thick shaft, every one of the downwards facing triangular spines that caught her fur, and just how broad the rounded, slightly arrow-shaped head that tipped it was, as it rubbed something that felt wet and sticky wherever it touched.
She was taken aback by the feeling, and readily aware of the consequence of this; a male only became like this when he'd got one thing on his mind, whether it was lustful thoughts or as in this case, he held a woman in his grip. He fully intended to mate her, to hold her down and press his stiff organ into the naked slot that lay just within its reach, her consent obviously not being something he had an interest in. This was something she had been warned about - while the custom of her tribe and many others was of mutual consent, there was no law that spanned all of the wilds - instead it was the rule of might.
In her mind's eye, the tigress could see it going inside, parting her womanhood like a tent door, and entering as deep as he cared to push it. Held down and ravaged, completely unable to do anything but writhe below him, the sex forced upon her unwilling body. He'd probably have no concern getting her pregnant, and unload his seed as deep as he could, groaning with each pump of the thick, milky fluid, just as other all males did, eyes glazed and mouths drawn circular as they lost themselves in a moment of complete bliss, this time courtesy of her delicate body. This was exactly what was about to happen.
Desperately reaching forwards with her paws, she gripped the grass as hard as she could and pulled herself forwards, until the clumps tore free from the ground. She only moved a few inches , his weight easily pinning her down - struggling free was impossible, her position too subdued to be any real resistance. His one paw pushed her down hard between her shoulder blades, sprawling her out further across the ground, while the other arm still hooked around firmly above her hips, keeping her body in place. His knees pushed her knees, knocking them apart to spread out her thighs, no doubt to give better access to what was between them - her virgin womanhood, the stretching of her legs causing its slit to part slightly, revealing a trace of wet pink.
His hips pushed the shaft against the crack of her butt, the rounded head of his cock touching the base of her tail. Then he began to drag it downwards, pathfinding over the first hole it touched, until the thick rod pressed against her slit, opening it a little further as it dragged across. He then pulled h is hips back, like drawing a bow, until his cock wasn't flat against her but pointing out towards her; The blunted head of his cock pressed against her womanhood, now pushing her split apart so-slightly, his cock encircled by a slight circle of her pink pussy - one that he was about to take for his own. Ahkiri had watched it many times, as the tigress lay ready, the male would draw back and then slowly press forwards, her face changing with each inch that slowly eased into her body.
With a soft thwack, resounding loudly around the forest, the shaft of the spear cracked against the male's head. He reeled backwards slightly, dazed by the sudden impact. It was plenty of opportunity for the tigress to switch to a sudden violent struggle, lashing out with her legs, curling and rolling. Taken aback by the sudden pain, he was unable to restrain her any further, and she rolled free of his clutches, her spear in hand. As sprawled out as she'd been, it had given her just the extra reach to get to her weapon, as swing it back at her captor. Just in time.
The tables had turned now, the male struggling to his feet, holding the side of his head where a bloody split had opened above one eye. She hadn't caught him with the tip, but the strike had been enough to split the skin. Quickly, she twisted the haft into an aggressive position, lashing out with a jab that the cat only narrowly avoided, stumbling on the pebbles and plants of the pools edge. Her second attack rolled nearly seamlessly from the first, the hardwood making impact with his exposed flank. All it took was to firmly pull it back, drawing the sharp edge of the head across his side, to open a neat gash across his skin. It wasn't a serious wound, but it was enough to make her assailant reconsider her as a target, instead backing away, turning tail and running away into the trees.
She considered throwing her spear, or chasing him, but the tigress didn't really want to kill him, or have to fight any longer. It would be best for her to just save her energy for moving on, to keep her weapons close, and not lower her guard so freely. She had been careless after the past few uneventful days, but it looked like there was plenty of danger out in the wild, away from the tribe.
And plenty for her to think about now, too.