Rid of Me
By Purrsia Kat
Lion-O sat alone in the Council Room of the Lair,
his head in his hands. On what should be a joyous day for the ThunderCats, and
indeed, all of New Thundera, turned into a day of unpleasant surprises that
culminated in the total upheaval of the ThunderCat dynasty.
"Father?" Lion-O lifted his weary head
to see his son, Leonus, approaching the council table. Leonus was a fine figure
of a ThunderCat, in many ways resembling Lion-O when he was in his prime as the
young and fearless leader Lord of the nobles. The shocking yellow mane and a
few stray spots were the only indications that Leonus was also Cheetara's son.
"I think you should speak with mother....she's--she's still quite
upset."
Lion-O ran his hands through his long, graying
mane and sighed sorrowfully. "I'm likely the last person she wants to talk
to, son." In fact, Lion-O was surprised Leonus wasn't just as angry,
though that was probably because the shock of it all was so new to him. Anger
would most definitely come later. And Lion-O wouldn't blame him in the least;
how else was one expected to react when robbed of his birthright? That
considered, Lion-O figured he should state his apologies now, before the wall
of anger that was sure to rise up prevented him from being heard.
"Leonus...I'm sorry," Lion-O began. He averted his eyes from Leonus
as he searched for the right words. "I had no idea, I mean, it happened a
long time ago and to be honest, I never gave it another thought until today."
Leonus paced over to the window, gazing down upon
the crowd of Thunderians who'd gathered to witness the crowning ceremony, but
who were now standing about, mystified. "Isn't there a way out of
this?"
Lion-O shook his head sadly. "Even though
you successfully passed all your trials, the way of our people is that the
firstborn takes on the role of ThunderCat Lord. In light of today's events,
that is no longer you."
Leonus whirled around, his golden eyes flashing
with anger. "Then why? Why did you do it? You had to know this could
happen!"
There it was, the anger Lion-O knew would
surface. "I was under a spell, Leonus. I had no control over what I
did."
"That's not what mother said. She said if
you were truly under the spell you wouldn't remember what happened at
all," Leonus declared, his voice rising as he continued on. "You knew
what you were doing and now look....look at what you've done."
As Leonus stormed out of the room, Lion-O sat and
pondered that fateful night from long ago. Back to the days when the
ThunderCats were marooned on Third Earth, back when he wasn't much older than
Leonus is now. And he did remember. He remembered it all. The truth was, he
worked to force himself to forget over the years...out of guilt? He wasn't
sure. For one of the first times in many years, he allowed his mind to drift
back to that hot summer night....
Lion-O lay sleeping soundly, until his cat sense
roused him from his slumber. Groggy, he scanned the moonlit room until his eyes
fell upon the silhouette of a female figure. His mind raced. It could be
Cheetara, but she was supposed to be on watch tonight. "Cheetara?" he
asked, sitting up and struggling to free himself from the tangle of coverlets.
The figure came closer, and as his eyes adjusted
to the dim light, he caught the glint from a pair of striking violet eyes.
"No, not Cheetara. Tashe,"
came her husky reply. She bent over the side of the bed, resting her weight on
her palms so she could stare directly into the ThunderCat's eyes. A mere hint
of a smile graced her fiery red lips.
Oh, Lion-O knew she was bad news. He learned that
from his first meeting with her, when Mumm-Ra tried to free her from her time
warp prison. He stared at her, wide eyed and mouth agape for a long moment,
captivated by her beauty. Eventually, he managed to pull his eyes away from her
intense gaze, but instead of averting his eyes from her altogether, he found
them dropping to take in her ample bosom. Her position gave him a unobstructed
view of her cleavage, which strained against the tight, low-cut bodice of her
dress. Finally, he found his voice. "What are you doing here? I thought we
were rid of you forever."
"It doesn't matter," she purred,
crawling onto the bed until she was nose to nose with Lion-O. He flinched
slightly as she ran her pristinely manicured nails lightly across his bare
chest. "But the time warp prison was a very lonely place..." she
trailed off seductively, a grin on her face that was nearly a sneer.
Lion-O cleared his throat and grabbed her wrist.
He did his best to sound authoritative. "Tashe, your heart is a wicked
one. You were imprisoned in the time warp for..." Lion-O found himself
staring deeply into the violet irises of her eyes, and suddenly had trouble
thinking straight. "....a....reason," he finished, though merely
muttering at this point. He slowly released his grip on her wrist. She was just
so beautiful, his mind seemed numbed with her beauty. So much so, there was no
room for logic, or reason, or noble intentions. Nor was there ever another
thought about Cheetara, faithful ThunderCat as well as his mate.
He sat captivated as Tashe sat back and took off
her headdress. Her dark hair shimmered like a raven's wings as it spilled
forth, finally settling around her shoulders. She eyed him under the veil of a
few errant tresses, while slowly licking her lips. Lion-O thought he heard
himself grunt, but the sound seemed distant and foreign to his ears.
It was only when she leaned in once again, that
Lion-O spoke. "No, Tashe, n--" The brush of her lips across his
muffled his rather weak spirited protests. A little part of him felt -- no,
demanded -- he resist and so he pushed away from her kiss.
Undeterred, she reached down and pulled back the
coverlet. Glancing down, she was delighted not only to see that Lion-O was
nude, but also that his engorged manhood contradicted his words.
"Your lips say no," she whispered,
"but your body says yes."
He felt helpless to do anything but watch in a
wondrous awe, as Tashe gathered her dress at the hem and proceeded to straddle
him. Her legs were bared to the upper thighs, and Lion-O found himself
caressing the silky length of them. His breathing was fast and shallow as she
leaned back, and with a simple twist of its fastener, freed her flowing cape.
Tashe's shoulders were now exposed, and Lion- O moved one of his hands from her
thighs, up her body until he reached her long, graceful neck. He traced her
neck with delicate fingers, finding her jaw line and finally, resting his index
finger on her full lips. He gasped when she parted her lips and took his finger
into her mouth, suggestively sucking upon it and teasing the tip with her
tongue. His other hand wandered up under her dress and gripped her by the hip.
Removing his finger from her mouth, she guided
his hand down over her heaving breasts. The urgency that had started like a hot
bed of coals deep in the pit of his stomach was sinking lower, into his loins.
He pawed at the front of her dress, ripping the material in his eagerness.
Tashe merely laughed softly. One of her breasts spilled from the torn garment,
and Lion-O didn't hesitate to take it into his mouth, teasing and nibbling the
nipple until it became taut. Tashe arched her back and ran her fingers through
the lion's ample mane, gasping in pleasure.
When finally he came up for air, Tashe grinned at
her conquest. "You want me."
Though it was more a statement than a question,
Lion-O answered in a voice thick with lust. "Yes."
"I have wanted you since we first met, Lord
of the ThunderCats." A wry smile played on her lips.
How could he not want her? She had him under the
power of the Doomgaze. He was powerless against such an evil beauty. Yes, he
had no choice. Or so he told himself.
While they were having this
"conversation", Tashe reached behind her back and quickly undid the
buttons on her dress. She then gracefully slid each arm free. Her upper body no
longer in the confines of the garment, she quickly slid out of it altogether.
Lion- O had only a moment to marvel at the nude beauty in front of him before
she pushed him onto his back. Bending over him, she moved in for a passionate
kiss. Lion-O offered no resistance, hungrily returning the kiss. He emitted a
muffled growl as her tongue aggressively explored his mouth. Placing a hand on
her firm behind, he attempted to ease her down onto him.
Tashe pulled back from their kiss and gave a
throaty laugh. "Not quite yet, my eager lover."
Lion-O groaned softly; he was becoming impatient.
His body tensed briefly, relaxing as Tashe trailed kisses in a path from his
chest down his torso. He tensed once again when her mouth took in his rigid
member. Instinctively thrusting his hips upward, he reveled in how exquisite
the warm, wet confines of her mouth felt as she took in the length of him. She
quickly established a rhythm which nearly brought him to the brink of climax.
It seemed all too soon that she stopped, teasing the tip of his manhood with
her tongue before once again straddling the lion.
Lion-O propped himself up on his elbows and eyed
Tashe lustily. He desired nothing more than to thrust himself inside of her and
grabbed her by the waist, intent on doing just that. However, Tashe once again
thwarted his efforts by wriggling out of his grasp and pushing him back down
onto the mattress. After another deep kiss, she smiled down at her panting
lover. "Patience," she whispered.
She sat back, sitting up on her knees so that she
was hovering over the organ that lay swollen and stiff upon Lion-O's abdomen.
Tashe ran her hands over her curvaceous figure. Lion-O watched in awe as she
slid her hand between her legs and parted her feminine folds. She proceeded to
slip two fingers inside herself , using her palm to gently rub her clitoris.
Lion-O felt as though he was going to explode as she rocked her hips
rhythmically while pleasing herself. Her scent was intoxicating, and her soft
moaning surely threatened to push him over the edge.
"Tashe," he groaned, attempting to sit
up. Placing her free hand on his broad chest, Tashe stopped him. She withdrew
her fingers, her ragged breath the only sound. She eased down and gripped his
throbbing penis. Lion-O let out a small gasp, anticipating as she guided him
into her.
He lay back on his own accord, reveling in the
feel of her as she slowly slid down the length of him. She let out a soft cry
once she took him all in. Once she became acclimated to the size of him, she
rode him, slowly at first but soon increasing the pace. Gripping her waist, he
encouraged her to increase her momentum even more, eager as he was to reach his
climax.
He growled with frustration when she abruptly
stopped. She sat still for what seemed to Lion-O like an eternity, her
breathing the only thing that remained rapid and rhythmic. Releasing her waist,
he wrapped his strong hands around her upper arms, which were now clammy with
the sweat of her previous efforts, and lifted her off of him. Tashe let out a
cry of surprise, but a fiendish smile graced her face as he pushed her onto her
back. Lion-O was determined to take control of this interlude, and Tashe showed
she didn't mind by spreading her legs wide to welcome him.
Lion-O wasted little time accommodating her, once
again burying himself deep within her. As wrong as this was, as black as the
core of Tashe's heart was, hers was a beauty that held a mystery he'd wanted to
delve into since they first met. Now that he'd finally delved into her in the
most intimate of ways, it was worth whatever the cost may be. The feel of her
was exquisite. His thrusts came faster and harder as he neared his climax. He
was vaguely aware of Tashe's cries, and he wasn't sure if he was hurting her or
not. Regardless, he was too taken with the moment to stop now. With a cry of
his own, he finally released; his mind reeled with ecstasy as pleasurable
spasms sent his seed forth. He was about to collapse onto Tashe, when Tygra
spoke from the other side of his bedroom door.
"Lion-O," Tygra called, sounding a mix
between uncertain and concerned. "are you alright in there? I thought I
heard....I thought I heard something."
Lion-O pulled out of Tashe post haste, and
motioned for her to hide herself, lest Tygra enter the room. "I'm -- I'm
fine, Tygra. Had a pretty intense dream is all," he replied, still gasping
in an effort to catch his breath.
"Should I relieve Cheetara..."
"No! No, don't do that," Lion-O
blurted. He made a concerted effort to keep his voice more even, adding,
"I said I'm fine."
A tense moment passed as Lion-O watched the
shadow Tygra's legs cast lingering in the thin band of light that shone under
the door. He hadn't been aware he was holding his breath until he noted Tygra's
wordless departure and released a mighty exhale of relief.
"Tashe, I--" He stopped short when the
evil temptress was
nowhere to be found within his chamber. He stumbled out of bed, noting that
every remnant of her midnight visit had vanished, save for the lingering scent
of sweat and sex that still hung in the air. He was surprised to find himself
feeling almost disappointed that she was gone.
Gone. Gone and nearly forgotten, until now,
Lion-O thought bitterly. He was Lord, he should be able to just change the laws
of his people to exclude illegitimate children from hijacking the Lordship. It
wouldn't be *changing* the tradition as much as amending it. Amending it to
accommodate his unfaithfulness and carelessness. Lion-O could feel the heat of
his anger burning his face.
"Hello, father." The airy voice was not
that of Leonus, but an unfamiliar one. Looking up, Lion-O set his eyes upon who
must surely be the son he fathered that night with Tashe. His resemblance to
Lion-O wasn't as strong as Leonus', but he was similar enough in build and
facial features to make a good case for paternity. His chin- length hair was as
black as night, and he also had his mother's penetrating violet eyes. Eyes
Lion-O wished he'd never seen. He glared at the young man before him a long
moment. Finally, Lion-O rose and walked over to stand before him, a maelstrom
of emotions whirling within Lion-O.
Before a word was exchanged between the two,
Tygra and Panthro entered the Council Chamber. "Lion-O, this is, uh,
Seghen. We've ran the tests and it's confirmed," Tygra announced grimly.
"He is your son."
A hint of a satisfied smile flickered across
Seghen's lips. "My poor half-brother," Seghen began. "I'm sure
he'd make a fine Lord of the ThunderCats. Too bad the sins of his father is
the son."
Lion-O's eyes narrowed. His son or not, this boy
had no respect and he was not about to be insulted in his own Lair. "Get
out," he seethed.
"If you insist," Seghen replied
nonchalantly, chuckling a bit. "This little palace will be mine soon enough."
"You still have to pass the Trials,
Seghen," Tygra hastily interjected.
"Oh, I look forward to it," he declared
as he exited the room.
Lion-O paced to the open window and looked down
upon the crowd, which was partially veiled under the imposing shadow of an
ancient, airborne vessel. A vessel that held Tashe. Her showing up here on New
Thundera and at this crucial time reeked of Mumm-Ra's evil manipulation.
Lion-O's subjects would want an explanation and
some assurances from him. At this time, however, he just didn't have them to
give. "I want to change the law," Lion-O declared. "I want it so
that bastards like him cannot become Lord."
Glancing at his friends, he noted only Tygra
bristle slightly at the harsh words. "I -- I can't think of anytime a Lord
has changed the ancient laws, Lion-O."
Lion-O sighed. "I'm still Lord, am I
not?" Panthro's and Tygra's reaction to the rhetorical question was merely
to glance at each other. "I can...I can just change how the Lordship is
passed on. Afterall, shouldn't the Lord of the ThunderCats be the offspring of
two nobles?"
"The statute doesn't state anything about
the maternity of the child...just that the firstborn son of a reigning Lord is
to take the mantle," Tygra gently explained.
Panthro took an opportunity to speak up. "I
think you should let him go through the Trials. They're designed to prove a
Lord is fit to rule by showing his true character. If this boy is as corrupt
and shallow as he seems, then he should fail."
Tygra slowly nodded. "I like the idea. We
won't have to go through the unprecedented, and no doubt arduous, process of
changing the laws of the ancients."
"Give the kid enough rope, and hopefully,
he'll hang himself," Panthro concurred.
Lion-O shielded his eyes with his hand and
sighed. "By Jaga, what have I done?" he muttered.
TO BE CONTINUED...
beg you, my darling
Don't leave me, I'm hurting
Lick my legs I'm on fire
Lick my legs of desire
I'll tie your legs
Keep you against my chest
Oh, you're not rid of me
Yeah, you're not rid of me
I'll make you lick my injuries
I'm gonna twist your head off, see
Till you say don't you wish you never never met her?
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her?
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her?
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her?
I beg you my darling
Don't leave me, I'm hurting
Big lonely above everything
Above everyday, I'm hurting
Lick my legs, I'm on fire
Lick my legs of desire
Lick my legs, I'm on fire
Lick my legs of desire
Yeah, you're not rid of me
Yeah, you're not rid of me
I'll make you lick my injuries
I'm gonna twist your head off, see
Till you say don't you wish you never never met her
Don't you don't you wish you never never met her
--Rid of Me, PJ Harvey
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