Untold Chronicles Cheetara and Lion-O: First Time By Knight Writer Author's Chapter Notes: This occurs when Lion-O first rescues Sho from the Lunattaks. Takes place within One Last War to Fight. "I... I've never done this before," Lion-O said as the door to Cheetara's quarters in the Tower of Omens slid shut behind them. His heart thundered at the thought of what was to happen, his breathing short and quick. Anticipation tingled over every inch of his skin as she sauntered up to him. For the first time, he let his eyes feast openly on her curves. The swell of her breasts beneath the leotard he wanted to rip from her. The gentle lines of her hips... "Trust me," she said in reply, "it'll come naturally." She embraced him, drinking in his warmth as her hands slowly mapped the massive muscles of his back. The fear of losing him was gone, Sho having thankfully snapped out of Alluro's mind control before he could attack and likely kill the ThunderCats who had accompanied Lion-O on their rescue mission. Cheetara briefly thought of what Bengali and Pumyra were likely up to before her lips sealed onto his. They parted reluctantly before her hands traced over his shoulders to the clasps of his tunic. They parted with a clear snap and she stepped back to allow it to fall. "Moons of Thundera," she gasped. For the first time, she let those words free. She could read the nervousness on his face, warring with desire. This time, she would lead. Despite her tough and capable exterior, she preferred a man who could take charge, let her escape the image of a battle- hardened warrior. But, he wasn't ready for that just yet. Cougrix had been much the same way way back when. She reached out to his chest, carressing the rock-hard pectorals, then his abdomen. His hands slowly traced up her arms, trembling only slightly as they reached the straps of her leotard where they paused. "It's okay," she said with a throaty giggle, "one thing to remember is that clothes tend to get in the way." "Right," he said, "I knew that..." She cut off his words by way of planting a kiss on his chest, the first of several she rained down upon his torso. She felt her top begin to slide off of her shoulders, the breast supports in the front falling away from her nipples which the cool air made positively tingle. Cheetara once more stepped back from him as the top half of her leotard fell to her waist. His eyes on her breasts were a near physical presence and made her wish that his hands would take over. She was not dissappointed. They're so... soft! Lion-O thought while his hands inexpertly explored her chest. Firm, too, and so warm! He felt her stiff nipples beneath his palms and wondered how they'd taste. New thoughts and ideas were rushing into his mind in the manner of a flood, washing away at his trepidation. Each time he'd snuck a look at her replayed in his memory, each imagined touch of her incredible curves, and the wonder of what other parts of her must feel like. All of those, here in the heat of the moment, were mere boyish fantasies compared to the real thing. He recalled Tygra's limited advice on this very thing - Has he ever done this? he thought - and tried his damnedest not to rush ahead, to plow into her. She was ready, and oh so willing, but he would not let himself... go to town, so to speak. With tentative motions, he eased his thumbs and forefingers to her nipples. The gasp which sounded from her encouraged him, emboldened him slightly. "I guess I'm doing this right," he said, more a question than a statement of fact. "When a woman makes that sound," Cheetara began, her breathing becoming a trifle hoarse, "you are indeed doing it right." She smiled at him, then, and he took it as invitation for another kiss. "Don't be nervous," she said afterward. "I don't want to rush this." Not a large lie, a goodly chunk of him wanted to throw her onto the bed and experience her in all her glory. "Do I detect the distinct aroma of bovine fecal matter?" "Huh?" "Bullshit," she said with another smile which became a pleasureful clenching of teeth due to his gentle attention to her nipples. "Am I that transparent?" The banter was calming his nerves, bolstering his confidence. She's talking like that for my sake, he realized. Such banter had never passed her lips. At least, so far as he knew. His grin mischevious, he leaned forward to replace his left hand with his mouth. He felt a shiver pass through her as he sucked in her nipple, careful to avoid scraping the sensitive flesh with his teeth as his other hand continued as before. Cheetara felt the delicious heat slowly building in her core. She knew about the times he'd looked at her - At least he never tried to peek when I bathed in a lake, she thought - and at times had wondered precisely what fantasies had played in his head. Very likely, they had been typical boyish dreams of the me king, you subject variety. Or, so she'd thought. This night was about far more than finally being able to love him the way she'd wanted to ever since he'd passed her Annointment Trial, about more than finally having someone again in her life to see her softer and more intimate side. This was a vital step in his maturation, another step to him becoming a man in mind and heart that he already was in body... Even her musings were coming in groans of delight as his mouth and hand switched duties. She wanted him to never stop, to cover every inch of her with his wonderful kisses, yet she knew she had to guide him this time. She let him nuzzle her breast a few moments longer before grasping each side of his face and pulling him up for another kiss. "Why don't we take things a little further?" she asked. "What do you have in mind?" In response, she ducked down and trailed her tongue along the valleys of his abdominal muscles. The taste of him, so manly it nearly hurt, drove her further to the very top of his brief pants. It was something she'd imagined doing with him, something so intimate and visceral. She pushed him backward gently so his back fell onto his bed, his legs hanging off of the soft mattress. She looked up at him as she continued her delightful work. He was so ready, she noticed. I wonder why he hasn't ripped this thing yet, she thought as his bulge stretched the material to near-bursting. She eased this final barrier down, and his length emerged. She was briefly reminded of a flag pole and had to stifle a laugh. "Let me get comfortable first," she said. Cheetara stood before first removing her boots and then pushing the leotard down as slowly as she could. Naked, they faced one another and the honey flowing down her thighs was warm and redolent with her distinct fragrance. She felt her nether regions aching for what she saw, and told them not yet. Soon, but not yet. She eased onto the bed perpendicular to him, eyes locked on his throbbing manhood. Feeling more than a touch frisky, she slowly eased two fingers into herself teasing both him and herself and her honey began to coat her palm. Cheetara removed her digits with a soft sigh, already feeling him inside her. Her hand slowly encircled him, and Lion-O only kept himself through a supreme effort of will. Her loosely-gripping hand eased up and down in the same manner his own had some nights when thinking of her. Has she done the same while thinking of me? he wondered, and that thought was blasted clear out of his head as her hand continued its motions. His hips bucked in time to her and strange noises escaped his throat. This... this was ENTIRELY different from the times he'd done it himself! The slick friction caused by her wet palm excited him further (I can't believe she did that!), and delaying his release demanded all of his willpower. Virtually the only useful thing Tygra had told him about the act itself was to make it last as long as he could. Given what Cheetara was doing down there, he doubted he could make it last long at all. That thought galvanized him. He WOULD ensure her pleasure, the other thing Tygra had told him about sex. Lion-O almost wished he'd gone to Panthro for such advice, or perhaps Lynx-O. He very nearly asked her about how she did such things when she lightly kissed the tip of his manhood. The power of speech, at that precise moment, jauntily flipped him the bird before running away while laughing like a madman. A long, low moan passed his lips in place of the question, in place of the very thought as her lips slowly descended upon him. By Jaga, YES! she crowed as she filled her mouth with him. The taste of him and herself, the scent of his musk, awakened her in ways only Cougrix had before, and washed the memory into the rear of her thoughts as her own desire mounted to unprecedented heights.