BECAUSE I AM BLIND

The Tower of Omens was quiet as Pumyra stormed from Bengali's room. The two of them had had yet another fruitless and boring sexual encounter. The door opened and a confused Bengali, with the bed sheet wrapped around his waist. "Pumyra! Wait. I promise I'll bring you to orgasm next time. Please?" he cried. The woman continued on, ignoring him. Sadly, Bengali retreated to his room to think.

* * *

Later the same day the Thunderstrike was pulling back into the hangar. Bengali, Pumyra, Lynx-O and Snarfer had just finished a long gruelling battle against the Mutants and a new invention of Vultureman's that caused them all to go momentarily blind. Unfortunately, it had been a blunder of Pumyra's that had allowed them all to get hit by the weapon.

She'd been feeling incredibly horny lately, and Bengali was unable to help her. His style of loving was good, but he seemed more determined to find his own release than to find hers. Consequently her mind had been distracted when she had caught a glimpse of what lay beneath Vultureman's skirt. She'd begun wondering if he would be able to fulfill her every need. What had happened to her? There was a time when sleeping with a Mutant would have caused her to wretch all over the Thunderstrike's seats. Now it was appealing? It just didn't make any sense. How did she become like this? How had she fallen so far? She reached between her legs. As she feared, her hand came away wet.

She climbed out of the Thunderstrike with the others and retreated immediately to her room, certain that the others knew what had happened.

* * *

Once she'd had had a chance to change into drier clothing, she assembled with the others for a late meal. It figured, of course, that they would be serving turkey. A thought came unbidden to her mind as she noted which end of the turkey she was sitting facing. A fierce blush crept across her face.

"Rowl, that was amazing how you figured out where the Mutants were, Lynx-O. How did you do it?" Bengali asked, oblivious to Pumyra's plight.

"Well. You see Bengali, because I am blind my other senses have become more acute. For example: My sense of hearing allows me to hear things from further away than the rest of you, or softer things. I can hear any conversation taking part anywhere in the Tower of Omens. It's quite a fascinating experience. Incidentally, Snarfer, you really shouldn't give me those plaid boxer shorts for my birthday," Lynx-O replied with a smirk.

"Hey! That's no fair, Lynx-O, snarfer, snarfer," the little snarf protested.

"It's your fault for mentioning it out loud," Lynx-O chuckled.

Pumyra's mind began to wander again and she politely excused herself from the table to be alone.

* * *

There was a quiet spot located on a small hill surrounded by a river. This was Pumyra's absolute favourite spot to just sit and relax. There wasn't much relaxing though. The question that now came unbidden to her mind was "did Lynx-O know what she and Bengali had been doing for the last few months?" Was he maybe enjoying the show, so to speak? The easiest way to find out would be to ask him directly, but she couldn't do that. It just wouldn't feel right. She was too shy besides. "I can't just ask a friend if he gets turned on by listening to Bengali and I do the horizontal mamba, even if it isn't very exciting to me," she murmured.

So entrenched in her thoughts was Pumyra that she didn't hear Lynx-O coming up behind her. "I believe you just did," he said, startling her.

She whirled around, prepared to chastise him for sneaking up on her, but gave up almost immediately. No one could ever stay mad at Lynx-O for long. It was one of his qualities that no one could really explain. "Well then, are you going to answer it?" she asked.

There was a long pause as Lynx-O considered the question. "The answer is yes. I do find a certain perverse pleasure in listening to your feeble attempts at love making. However, more and more I find myself saddened. A woman such as yourself should not be left wanting. I believe that I can help you through this problem," he said.

"Uh, Lynx-O. No offence here, but you're not the kind of man I want to, you know, do it with," Pumyra said, eliciting another dry chuckle from the old man.

"I wouldn't dream of it. No, I'm afraid that my days of conquering beautiful young women, making them scream my name, are over. However. There is something you should know. Remember how I said my senses were improved by becoming blind?" Lynx-O asked.

"Yes," Pumyra prodded.

"Well. That includes my sense of touch. In a mere matter of moments I am able to bring myself to full orgasm. Frankly, I don't need a woman anymore to excite me and bring me off," Lynx-O said. "It would be a simple matter to apply a similar process and give you this ability."

Pumyra's eyes widened. Orgasm in seconds? She could scarcely imagine. It would make her feel good and help boost Bengali's ego. "All right, Lynx-O, I'll do it. Whatever it takes," she said.

"Well, you are most fortunate indeed. I have been anticipating this and discovered a means of enhancing your senses without losing your sight. It's quite painless too. A single drop of chemical XXX, as I call it, will do the trick. There have been no adverse side effects to any of my lab rats," Lynx-O said, handing her a vial. Gently she reached up and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Then she merrily skipped off back to the Tower of Omens to give it a try.

* * *

Pumyra gave one last long look at her bedroom. She wanted this to be the perfect evening. She was about to have an experience unlike any other with Bengali. A bottle of fine Berbil wine sat in a bucket of ice, white silk sheets adorned the bed, rose petals created a trail from the doorway over to the bed, a fire burned in the fireplace and she had picked out her sexiest lingerie. It was a white one piece outfit that was low cut and quite see through in places. A quick readjustment of a pillow and everything was just right. All she needed now was Bengali.

* * *

"Bengali. There you are. I've been thinking. You've been working too hard today. Why don't you take the rest of the day off and let me man the controls?" Lynx-O said, fully anticipating Pumyra's needs.

"Rowr! That'd be great, Lynx-O. Thanks," Bengali said.

"The pleasure is all yours. Trust me," Lynx-O chuckled.

* * *

The white tiger padded gently down the hall. He was still somewhat disappointed in himself for being unable to satisfy Pumyra and figured that he might as well go to his quarters to try and come up with some way to apologize. He didn't make it that far. A distinctly feminine arm snaked out of a doorway and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him into Pumyra's room. "Rowl! Pumyra, what have you done to your room?" he asked, taking in all the extravagant decorations.

"I wanted tonight to be a special night. I wanted everything to be perfect for when I make you mine," she replied, placing him on the bed.

"Aren't you upset about last night?" he stammered, as she opened the bottle of wine.

"Not at all. Anymore."

"Oh. That's good."

"That's more than good, or it will be," she chuckled, downing her glass in one long gulp.

Bengali backed up on the bed until his back hit the wall. Slowly Pumyra stalked towards him, like a bitch in heat. All things considered, that probably wasn't far from the truth. She grabbed his boots and yanked them off. Next she crawled up to his waist, her hands massaging his thighs roughly. Deep within he could feel himself getting aroused. Here was a beautiful, and normally reserved, woman showing him a side of her he'd never seen before. They'd made love before but there had always been something lacking. He couldn't place what was different this time around though. "Mmm, let's see if that's your Hammer of Thundera or something even better," she moaned, even as her fingers hooked under the waistband of his tights. In next to no time they were being tossed to the floor at the foot of Pumyra's bed. "The Hammer may be excellent for capturing Mutants, but this particular tool has done you even better. It's caught you me," she grinned wickedly, teasing the shaft with her fingers.

"Oh yes, Pumyra. Don't stop!" the muscled tiger groaned, hands clutching the bed and his head thrown back.

"It gets better, darling," Pumyra replied, deftly removing her lover's bandoliers and shirt.

"How can it get better than having you with me?" Bengali asked.

"By having me with you, naked," she replied, easily stripping off the piece of fabric that claimed to be clothing.

Bengali's eyes widened, despite the fact he'd seen her naked before. This time she was highly aroused. Her nipples stuck out more firmly than before and her vagina was virtually dripping whenever she moved. He licked his lips and continued to stare.

"Do you like it?" she asked, straddling his chest.

"Very much so," he replied, reaching up to verify the hardness of her nipples. They were like holding on to miniature rocks, contrasted with the softness of the surrounding breast. He caressed and squeezed gently in amazement, causing Pumyra to cry out audibly and brace herself against his shoulders.

Pumyra could scarcely believe it. Lynx-O hadn't been kidding around when he said that her senses would be heightened. Already she'd had two orgasms and that was barely with him touching her. She wondered what it would be like to have him inside. Exquisite, she decided, something she could not wait for.

"Bengali. I want you inside me. Now," she begged, rubbing herself against the coarse fur of his body.

"Sure thing, Pumyra. You don't have to ask me twice," Bengali replied. His hands went to her buttocks as he guided her onto his member. In no time at all he was thrusting powerfully into her lean body.

At the same time, Pumyra found herself bouncing rather viciously up and down, each stroke bringing on an orgasm more powerful than the last. Her voice screamed Bengali's name, over and over again.

All good things, though, had to come to an end. Bengali could feel the tightness growing inside him and knew that soon he would be coming. He let out a mighty roar as he poured his seed into Pumyra's vagina.

Pumyra collapsed onto Bengali, thoroughly exhausted, barely able to move. She kissed his chin and whispered "Now that was mind-blowing sex" and fell asleep.

* * *

Up in the control room Lynx-O smiled, satisfied himself, and suspected that this wouldn't be the last time he got to listen in on a show.

The end

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