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Puppet Strings - Chapter 6
By Kudara
Disclaimer: All the characters appearing in Gargoyles are
copyright Buena Vista Television/The Walt Disney Company. No
infringement of these copyrights is intended, and is not
authorized by the copyright holder. All original characters are
the property of the author.
Warning: none
Rating: Adult
Feedback: Always welcome, feedback is what encourages me to keep
writing. Please let me know what you like and what you dislike
about the story.
Revision History: 02/10/08
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Kendra concentrated on covering as much ground as possible, her
thick coat helped keep her warm, but she was built for the
tropics not the arctic, and she felt the chill wind keenly. The
constant exercise helped, but she kept scanning the horizon
hoping to see indications of the forest she knew was somewhere
south of where they crashed. It might not be warmer once she
reached the forest, but at least the trees should cut the wind.
After an hour, she saw a green line emerge in the distance and
she picked up her pace. This was promising; if she were seeing a
forest this soon it meant they were in the southern area of the
oval she had marked on the map. She had been afraid that they
were in the northern part and had several hours of snow covered
terrain to travel, but thankfully that didn’t seem to be the
case.
It was another hour before she finally entered the forest and
she paused to sniff the wind as she did so. She smelt pine,
resinous and sharp, earth scents mixed with the scent of snow,
but little of the musky scents that indicated animal life. She
guessed that she needed to continue traveling south to find any.
She needed to get further away from the snow covered plain where
there was little food for large game to live upon before finding
something large enough for her to hunt.
Kendra felt Dominique stir upon her back, “A forest,” the
redhead whispered, “We’re further south then.”
It was the same conclusion Kendra had drawn, and she could hear
the same relief that she had felt in Dominique’s voice. The
redhead said nothing more and Kendra picked up her pace once
again, threading her way between the sparse trees with ease. Two
hours later, she smelt a new scent upon the wind, one she
recognized with ease. There were deer here. She needed to go
hunting; the food bars she had eaten earlier were long since
gone and her stomach was letting her know it needed meat and
lots of it if she wanted to remain in cat form for any length of
time.
The area they were in was hilly, and she could see the
occasional outcropping of what looked like limestone. With this
type of terrain, Kendra felt there was a good chance she could
find a cave for Dominique to shelter within while she went
hunting. It took some time before she spotted what she had been
searching for, a shadowed opening in a hillside underneath an
overhand of rock that turned out to indeed be the opening of a
small cave. Dominique stirred as she felt her stopping and sat
up looking around.
“Why have we stopped?” she asked and Kendra pawed at the cave
entrance and shook gently. Dominique asked, “You want me to get
down so we can go in there?”
Kendra dipped her head in a nod. Dominique climbed stiffly down
from her back and followed her into the cavern, ducking
underneath the low entrance. Kendra inhaled deeply, she could
smell nothing besides stone and dirt, there was no indication
that anything was currently living within. She padded deeper
into the short cavern and looked around verifying that it had no
inhabitants.
Dominique was looking around at the cavern, glad to be out of
the wind, “Should I gather firewood, are we staying long
enough?” she asked.
Kendra nodded and pulled at the straps, looking imploringly at
Dominique. Dominique figured out what she wanted and came over
and took off the straps. She asked, “Why don’t you just change
back?”
Kendra shook her head and laboriously dragged a paw through the
dirt and spelt out hunt. Dominique nodded, “You’re going out
hunting, be careful and let me know it’s you before you enter
the cave. I’ll keep the handgun by my side in case someone
besides you feels like joining me.”
Kendra coughed in amusement, ducked her head in acknowledgement,
then turned and left.
She lifted her muzzle scenting the deer again and started
working her way closer to the resting herd, carefully keeping
downwind of them. As she got closer, she crouched down and crept
towards the deer. They were larger than the ones at home, but
she was confident she could take one down. She picked out an
older male lying on the outside of the herd and crept up as
close as she was able then sprang onto the animal’s back. The
deer was only able to cry out once before Kendra seized its head
in her mouth and bore down, driving her incisors through the top
of its skull and killing it instantly.
The other deer lurched to their feet and scattered terrified.
Kendra ripped open the belly of the deer and instinctively
searched out the fattest organs to consume immediately. Once she
had sated her immediate hunger, she seized the carcass by the
neck and began dragging it towards the cave. It took her a good
fifteen minutes to drag it that far, but she finally dropped the
carcass near the cavern and looked around for Dominique.
The redhead stepped out of the cavern and approached cautiously
asking, “Is it alright if I take some of the meat?”
Kendra moved away from the deer, understanding that the other
woman thought she might be possessive of her kill.
Kendra waited till Dominique had cut several strips from the
animals flank and wrapped them in a square of hide from the
animal before she returned and began feeding on the carcass. She
gorged herself eating as much as she could as Dominique gathered
wood for a fire. Once her stomach was full, she seized the
carcass once again by the neck and awkwardly pulled it after her
as she climbed a nearby tree and slung it over a branch out of
the reach of other predators.
Then she leapt back down and noticed Dominique watching her. She
padded over and started trying to spell water with her paw, but
Dominique looked at the W and said, “Water?”
Kendra nodded and Dominique said, “Wait for me, I could use some
water as well and we should fill up the canteens.”
Kendra waited; when Dominique came back, she was carrying the
two canteens they had found on the plane. Kendra led the way to
where she had found a stream while tracking the herd of deer.
The stream was small but deep and Kendra plunged in her muzzle
and drank deeply. Then she walked out into the stream and ducked
her head underneath the water letting the swiftly flowing water
wash away the blood from her kill. She lifted her head again;
snorting to clear her nostrils of water then sat down and rolled
over one way and then back again before standing. She padded
back out of the stream. Dominique was staring at her warily.
Kendra coughed in amusement and moved away from the redhead
before vigorously shaking the water out of her fur. If it had
been warmer she would have considered it, but it was too cold to
get the woman wet.
When they got back to the cave, Dominique knelt beside the fire
she had started earlier and checked the venison strips she had
placed upon a rock in the coals. They were finally cooked enough
to eat. Kendra laid down by the fire with a deep sigh as
Dominique began eating. The redhead stared at her dozing
companion thoughtfully; exactly how Kendra had killed the deer
had not escaped her notice. One sharp powerful bite though the
skull, that along with the color and body shape made her certain
that Kendra’s cat form was that of a jaguar.
Dominique was still confused, however, as to what exactly what
her companion could be. She had initially assumed that Kendra
was a human appearing mutate, but that was obviously not true.
Above human strength while human, rapid healing and immortality,
and the ability to change into a larger than normal jaguar, even
with these three pieces of information Dominique had no clear
idea how these things fit together. Nor did she have an idea how
Kendra had changed into a cat while using neither magic nor
sorcery.
Dominique finished eating and moved over to sit next to Kendra,
wrapping herself in the blankets for warmth. She tentatively
rested a hand on Kendra’s back and when huge cat didn’t object
Dominique began running her fingers through the thick fur.
Kendra stretched and started purring contentedly. Dominique
smiled at this and continued running her hand along Kendra’s
back. No, she had no idea what Kendra was so she would simply
have to ask when she next had the opportunity she resolved. The
redhead didn’t realize when she fell asleep, but she woke near
nightfall surprised to find that she had been using Kendra as a
pillow while she slept.
When Dominique woke, Kendra woke as well. As soon as the redhead
moved from where she had been lying upon her, Kendra padded to
the mouth of the cave and looked out smelling the air
inquisitively. A muffled painful cry had her rushing back into
the cavern before realizing that what she had heard was Demona’s
form change. Demona was wrapping her wings around herself when
Kendra entered the cavern. The gargoyle stared at the cat
curiously as Kendra moved nearer the fire and then began her
painful return to her human shape.
Demona came over and rested a taloned hand on Kendra’s shoulder
once the woman was fully human again, “Your shape change is more
painful than mine I believe,” she said softly.
Kendra gasped, “It’s much more painful from jaguar to human than
from human to jaguar. I think it has something to do with it
being easier to increase mass than decrease it though I can’t
figure out why that would be, it seems as if it would be more
logical the other way around.” In another few seconds, the pain
went away and Kendra was able to roll over and stand.
She paused to examine herself and Demona asked, “Checking to see
if you missed anything?”
Kendra grinned at her, “Yes actually, I always think I’m going
to forget something.” Kendra sighed, “I’m still tired, do you
mind if I nap a few hours. I’m not really used to napping in
jaguar form, but I didn’t want to change back until after sunset
just in case something decided to attack us.”
Demona nodded, “The nights are longer this far north. We have
enough time for you to sleep for a few hours.” Demona grinned at
Kendra as she lay back down and snuggled into the blankets,
never seeming to notice that she had been nude the entire time.
Unlike most humans Kendra didn’t seem to have much of a nudity
taboo, at least not around the gargoyle she didn’t, not that
Demona minded the woman’s body was all sleek muscle and feminine
curves. Demona didn’t choose to admit the fact that she perhaps
appreciated Kendra’s body far more than someone who hated humans
was supposed to.
The redheaded gargoyle sighed, wondering what the fools at her
company were doing. With any luck they assumed that the two of
them had been kidnapped instead of killed, and were being
properly careful with her company thinking of her wrath if they
should bungle things too badly. She sat down beside Kendra’s
sleeping form and slipped under the blankets with her. The air
in the cave was not as cold as it had been on the plane, but it
was still very cold. Kendra sighed in her sleep and snuggled
against the gargoyles side. Demona tensed then slowly relaxed as
Kendra settled back into a deep sleep. The redhead gazed at
Kendra’s sleeping form and thought of the woman’s words to her
cousin on the plane.
The entire episode had a surreal quality that had begun with
Kendra demanding that someone come and amuse her because Demona
didn’t want to chat. The gargoyle had to chuckle as the
remembered some of the odd things Kendra had said and done while
playing with her cousin. Of course, some of the things Kendra
had said were not so amusing, such as her questions about the
virus and Demona’s plan to exterminate the humans.
Demona frowned to herself, thinking, Kendra was right, why
did I ever make that tape, and having made it, why make it so
easy for Robyn Canmore to find? I knew who she was all along and
hired her anyway, and then I took her to meet Dr. Sevarius and
opened the vault right in front of her making sure she saw all
the pieces of my plan including the disk. A disk that was not
even lying flat on the shelf, but which I put into a holder
almost as if I wanted it to draw attention to itself. I don’t
think that I knew Robyn was stealing the disk when I spoke with
her, but I did know she was there and that she had no reason to
be in the laboratory at that time. I should have came in and
checked, I should have been suspicious, but it didn’t cross my
mind and It really should have. Kendra was right, why didn’t I
just deliver a map and directions to Robyn Canmore, it would
have been easier. Demona looked down at the woman curled up
at her side, “Perhaps you are right, I am insane and just
haven’t realized it,” she whispered.
The immortal gargoyle’s thoughts drifted to what Kendra had said
to her when Jon had left, that she could not have lived with
herself if she had accepted her cousin’s offer that she cared
for Demona. Kendra may have suspected she could survive dying,
but she had not known for certain, yet she had been willing to
risk it to stay by Demona’s side. Demona wasn’t certain what she
felt about that, she should probably feel angry or scornful, but
with the failure of her most recent plan the thought that Kendra
was willing to risk dying to stay with her was… well she wasn’t
sure what she was feeling, but it definitely wasn’t anger and it
certainly wasn’t scorn.
Demona leaned back against the cave wall absorbed in her
thoughts; most recent in her mind was the recent plan that could
have gone even more horribly wrong than it had. Why had she ever
trusted that Assassin, she could have gotten her daughter
killed. What type of a mother was she that she had led her
daughter into such a dangerous situation? She sighed and stared
unseeing at the sky visible outside the cavern and absently
began to stroke Kendra’s back.
Demona was half dozing still slowly running a taloned hand up
and down Kendra’s back when she froze and then removed her hand
guiltily. Kendra’s breathing had changed and she had moaned
softly. Demona frowned to herself thinking that she really
shouldn’t have been touching Kendra like that knowing that the
woman was attracted to her. Hopefully the dark-haired woman
would go back to sleep.
However, such was not to be; Kendra began writhing slowly
obviously deep in the throws of a sensual dream. Demona blushed,
but fascinated couldn’t help but watch. She was amazed to hear
Kendra moan “Demona, yes… oh… yes…oh… please.” The last come out
in a begging tone. The gargoyle tore her eyes away realized she
really should wake the woman, but she didn’t and her eyes
returned to Kendra’s form realizing what she was dreaming from
the crossed arms over her head. Demona couldn’t seem to stop her
gaze from taking in the soft wanting look on Kendra’s face, the
dusky skin that covered smooth strong muscles along the now
bared shoulders and arms, the way her hair spread… Demona tore
her gaze away once again her own breathing becoming ragged and
shook her head, what was wrong with her she was actually
becoming aroused watching and thinking of Kendra’s plea.
Kendra suddenly arched and lowered her head baring the back of
her neck and drawing Demona’s gaze again and whimpered, “oh…
yes… so good. Yes… harder…oh please… yes,” the black haired
woman’s tone lowered into a demanding hiss, “bite me…”
Demona realized she had to leave the cavern, the smell of
Kendra’s arousal was strong in the air and she was beginning to
seriously consider what might happen if she turned the woman’s
dream into reality. The gargoyle managed to slide out of the
blankets, stealing one as she left. Standing just outside the
cavern mouth, she tried to persuade herself that she didn’t want
to go back inside, press Kendra down into the blankets, and
claim the woman as she was so sweetly begging. From within the
cavern she heard Kendra cry out, “Oh yes, oh,” There was pause
as if Kendra had drawn in a breath, then, “Demona,” the last
carried such tones of pleasure that it was obvious to the
gargoyle what had occurred. Demona closed her eyes, her mind
replaying that last passionate cry, and then opened them on a
shaky breath.
What was wrong with her, she knew it was normal for some humans
to be attracted to their own gender and it certainly didn’t
bothered her, but she had never been attracted to a female
before and definitely never to a human. She lashed her tail,
feeling the unmistakable tension within her body, there was no
denying it, she was aroused, aroused by the thought of claiming
a human woman. She already knew part of what was affecting her,
she had identified it days ago, Demona smirked remembering,
though then she had hardly know exactly how wild Kendra could
be. She could easily admit to herself that the thought of such
an obviously powerful and strong woman wanting to be dominated
by her was very arousing in and of itself. The second reason
though was less easy to admit to, she was lonely and feeling
unlovable and here was this beautiful woman dreaming passionate
dreams about her…
Suddenly she heard, “Oh shit, you stupid idiot, damn what have I
done.”
Demona stepped back into the cavern saying, “Kendra it’s
alright, I’m here.” Kendra blushed deeply at the sight of her
and Demona said, “You didn’t offend me, I just needed to step
outside for a moment.”
Kendra looked unsure, “You’re not mad at me.”
Demona shook her head, “I’m not mad at you.” Demona said, “I’m
going to pull the rest of that deer down from where you hung it
earlier and see what meat is left on it. We should probably take
everything we can strip off of it with us.” With that, she left.
Kendra stared after the gargoyle amazed that Demona hadn’t
appeared to be even slightly angry with her for daring to dream
about her the way she had. The flame-haired gargoyle had been
unsettled perhaps, but not angry. Kendra cocked her head to the
side as she considered Demona's reaction and allowed herself to
wonder if the attraction she felt was not entirely one sided.
She sighed, right now though wasn’t the time, they needed to
cover as many miles as they could tonight before dawn changed
Demona to her human form. Kendra changed into her jaguar form
and shook herself, relieved to feel the mental turmoil and
sexual tension drain away with the transformation. As a jaguar
she was less emotional, and without hesitation she exited the
cave to watch while Demona striped the rest of the meat from the
carcass and wrapped it in one of the survival blankets.
Demona asked, “Do you mind carrying the backpack and meat?”
Kendra shook her head and led the way back into the cavern.
There Demona fastened the harness to her and lashed down the
backpack and meat firmly to make sure they would not shift.
Demona unfolded the topographical map and laid it on the floor
of the cavern, “I believe we are in this area,” she pointed at
the map with a taloned finger, then trailed it south to the
nearest marked water, “We will head south and hopefully in a few
hours find this river. We can follow it downstream and cross
here before morning if I am correct about our current location.”
Kendra nodded and loped out of the cavern, with one last look
Demona left as well and climbed up the cliff to get some height
then glided away with Kendra following. They made good time to
the river and started following it downstream. Demona stopped
occasionally and stared at the map intently. Finally, they found
the ford marked on the map and Demona smiled, it was the correct
river, they knew where they were. Of course, where they were was
out in the middle of nowhere and with no human habitation marked
on the map for hundreds of miles, but at least now they knew
where in the middle of nowhere they were.
Demona estimated that they could easily travel 40 or maybe 50
miles a day with the long winter nights. If they could both hold
that pace, they would reach a sizable town within five days. She
decided to continue following the river, which ran due south and
motioned to Kendra to come over. When Kendra padded over next to
her and was looked at the map curiously, Demona pointed to where
they were, “This is where we are now, and this is where I would
like to get to before morning. Do you think we can travel that
far?” Kendra looked at the map and shrugged. Demona said, “Well
let’s see how far we can get.” Kendra nodded and waited for
Demona to find a tree to climb and become airborne then followed
the gargoyle.
A few hours before dawn, they passed the point that Demona had
wanted to achieve. An hour later the gargoyle started looking
for a suitable place for them to rest during the day. She
spotted a likely looking deadfall and waited for Kendra to
arrive then asked in a low voice, “Smell anything?”
Kendra sniffed, there was something here, but she wasn’t certain
what it might be, as she couldn’t get enough of a scent. She
cautiously approached the deadfall, and getting a better scent
stopped and hissed, the hair along her back and tail
instinctively rising. She moved to block Demona and shook her
head.
Demona asked, “I don’t see anything what are you smelling?”
Kendra pawed out a clear patch of ground and started spelling
snake out. Demona caught on as she was starting on the k and
said “Snakes, I understand, no I guess I don’t want to share a
deadfall with snakes. Do you have any suggestions?
Kendra nodded, and led the way to a spot in the forest that she
had noticed earlier. A large tree had died years earlier
creating the opportunity for younger trees to take its place.
Now the area had several seven and eight foot saplings growing
within it. Kendra began to rip the ones in the center out of the
ground. Demona moved to help her looking at her curiously as
they cleared a small circle out of the middle of the saplings.
Kendra glanced around and sniffed to make sure there were no
enemies near and changed to human. Shivering she got her clothes
out of the backpack and began putting them on while explaining
to Demona, “Bend down the remaining saplings and tie them at the
top to form the supports for a shelter, I’ll help as soon as I
get dressed. We can use the pine branches to insulate the sides
and block the wind.” They prepared the shelter and then laid out
the survival blankets on the inside. Demona used her claws to
dig a deep hole in the cold ground for a fire pit while Kendra
gathered wood and started a fire going.
It was almost dawn when Demona crawled into the shelter to
transform; she dressed and emerged as Dominique. She grumbled at
Kendra, “Go warm up you’re shivering in those clothes, I’ll
finish putting something together for us to eat.” Kendra nodded
gratefully and went into the shelter and huddled under the
survival blankets until she warmed up and fell asleep. Dominique
entered the shelter an hour later with a bowl of warm plain
stewed venison and woke her up long enough to eat. The redhead
then slipped under the blankets with her and did not protest
when Kendra pulled her into a loose embrace sharing her body
heat.
They both slept into the afternoon, when Kendra woke and
stretched, being careful not to waken the red headed woman
sleeping peacefully in her arms. Kendra pulled Dominique closer
and savored the feeling of the woman in her arms, feeling very
protective of her. It was amazing to Kendra how she felt
different about each of Demona’s forms, she wanted to be
dominated by Demona, and she wanted to make tender gentle love
to Dominique. Though she suspected she would have no objections
to either of Demona’s forms wanting to dominate her, she thought
with a small grin.
After the two dreams she was finally willing to admit that maybe
it would be nice to not always be the strong one in a
relationship. Maybe it would be nice to let someone else… ok who
was she kidding… let Demona take control of the relationship…
and of her… at least occasionally. Demona aroused her so very
powerfully because Demona was stronger than she was and was
physically able to dominate her. That was something her human
ex-lovers had not been capable of doing, and now she wondered if
perhaps that was one of the things she had been missing in her
past relationships.
Suddenly she noticed Dominique was awake and looking at her with
an arched eyebrow. The redhead asked, “Do you ever think of
anything besides sex?”
Kendra flushed, “Food?”
Dominique began laughing, “Are you sure you’re not a male in
disguise?”
Kendra sat up and whipped up her shirt and looked down at her
breasts and then back at Dominique, “Yep, I’m sure I’m not a
guy.”
Dominique looked at Kendra’s exposed breasts and said in a
breathless voice, “No I guess you’re not.” She tore her eyes
away from the dusky swells tipped with rose colored nipples.
“You really don’t have much of a problem with nudity do you,
that’s unusual for a human.”
Kendra lowered her shirt, “I’m sorry I just feel comfortable
around you, but I shouldn’t have done that. I’m too impulsive
sometimes, a thought comes into my head that seems funny and
sometimes I just follow along without thinking.”
She looked sad and impulsively Dominique hugged her, “No it’s
alright I’m getting used to it actually, and I think I would
miss the surprises if you stopped. I’m glad you’re comfortable
enough with me to do things like that. You have a wicked sense
of humor and I quite enjoy it.”
Dominique relaxed her hold, but remained leaning against Kendra
enjoying the feel of resting against the black haired woman. She
knew she should draw away, but her own desire was rising with
the contact. The sound of Kendra crying out her name was
replaying in her head and she could no longer deny that she
wanted to hear that cry again, something inside her hungered for
it. Dominique was used to getting what she wanted, and right now
she wanted Kendra, but Kendra was human or part human and the
part of her that hated humans just couldn’t believe she would
actually consider sex with one of them.
While she was thinking, Kendra shifted position, resting her
head in the hollow of Dominique’s shoulder. The redhead’s racing
thoughts derailed at the feel of Kendra tucking her head into
her shoulder; the move was so trusting and invoked a protective
feeling in Dominique as well as causing her heart rate to
increase. The redhead growled softly, she had the overwhelming
desire to push Kendra down to the floor and… Dominique tried to
reign in her thoughts and think rationally, she wasn’t sure that
she wanted a… relationship with Kendra. She wasn’t sure that she
didn’t either, she was only sure that she wanted to stroke her
fingers over the dusky skin she had seen so much of, wanted to
test the texture and feel of all of it. She wanted Kendra to
call out her name in passion for real, not to a dream lover.
Damn it… this desire was overwhelming and it wasn’t as if Kendra
was completely human.
Dominique said trying to keep her voice from betraying her need,
“I’ve never been with a female before, but I would like to make
love to you Kendra. I’m just not sure how ready for a
relationship I am right now, and I don’t want to lose you as a
friend.”
Dominique waited and Kendra looked up at her in surprise,
“Casual is fine, I’ve never really had a serious relationship…”
Kendra trailed off looking uncertain for a moment then looked
into Dominique’s eyes and saw the raw need there.
Dominique leaned closer to Kendra and tentatively kissed her,
then deepened the kiss as she felt the black-haired woman shift
toward her. Kendra leaned at first forward expecting to take the
lead, but Dominique resisted, leaning forward and pushing Kendra
back onto the floor of their shelter instead. Dominique pulled
back and looked intently at Kendra and then started unbuttoning
the black-haired woman’s shirt baring the breasts that she had
gazed at earlier in desire. She reached out and touched the
dusky skin, noting the paleness of her hand against it, then
began stroking the soft swells pleased when Kendra’s soft moans
and the way she arched her back made it clear that she
appreciated how this felt. The dusky rose tips she had noticed
earlier were stiff with arousal, she leaned over to take the
nearest one in her mouth.
“Yes,” hissed Kendra arching into the contact.
Kendra’s fingers combed restlessly through her red mane as
Dominique teased and tormented both nipples into reddened
prominence as Kendra urged her on with her soft cries.
Eventually she kissed her way back up to Kendra’s neck claimed
the full lips in a possessive kiss while trailing one hand down
the woman’s stomach and unbuttoning and unzipping the leather
pants she wore. Kendra groaned and pulled off her own pants and
under clothes and shrugging out of her shirt leaving herself
totally nude. Dominique pulled the blankets over the both of
them and resumed her explorations of Kendra’s body.
Dominique was surprised at her own excitement and desire, she
had thought Thailog had excited her, but the thought of having
Kendra writhing under her in passion drove all thoughts of the
cloned male away. Then there was the fact that Kendra seemed to
be afflicted with a fine quiver, at first the redhead was
confused by the occasional trembling, but a look at Kendra’s
face made it clear that the trembles were definitely not caused
by fear. Dominique’s last doubts melted away at this evidence of
exactly how much Kendra desired her touch, and each
uncontrollable quiver that ran along Kendra’s body just
increased the redhead’s desire to possess the black-haired
woman.
She trailed a hand across Kendra’s inner thigh and felt Kendra
open her legs wider inviting Dominique to touch her. The redhead
accepted the invitation and groaned as she felt how wet Kendra
was for her, a groan matched as Kendra cried out her name as she
felt her touch. Dominique found it interesting that Kendra
called her Demona in both forms when she was crying out in
passion. She always called her human form by her human name
otherwise.
Dominique continued her wandering touch tormenting Kendra by
almost giving her what she wanted, but never stopping long
enough to allow Kendra release. Dominique watched Kendra
intently, she knew from her explorations of her human form what
should arouse Kendra, but putting it into practice on another
woman was slightly different. She was running on instinct and
memories of watching the other two women make love. Thankfully
Kendra made it clearly known when she really liked what
Dominique was doing to her.
Finally Dominique thrust her fingers into Kendra feeling the
warm flesh immediately clench around her fingers as if to hold
them there and watched the results, admiring the trembling
tensing of her stomach and neck, the deep flush on her face, the
glazed passionate eyes and the deep groan the action elicited.
It took a few minutes to figure out how to do what she desired,
but finally she figured out how to angle her hand so that she
could both thrust inside Kendra’s warm soft depths and circle
the sensitive nub outside with her thumb. She smiled as Kendra
moaned her name pleadingly and timed the movement of her thumb
and thrusting fingers together until Kendra was writhing wildly.
“Demona,” Kendra cried out her name in the same tone as she had
during her dream, a rush of possessive satisfaction surged
through the redheaded woman at the sound, and then she had to
hold onto the black-haired woman tightly as she arched and
shuddered in her pleasure. Several more followed, as Dominique
did not ceasing her tormenting touch until she felt Kendra was
finally exhausted. Dominique gazed into the sapphire blue eyes
and was satisfied with the almost drugged look the woman had as
well as the obvious total relaxation in her body.
She pulled the blankets over both of them and rested Kendra’s
head on her shoulder, watching as Kendra fell into a doze, her
face relaxed and a smile upon her lips. Dominique still felt her
own arousal, but hearing Kendra cry out her name as she came,
feeling the woman’s innermost depths spasm in release around her
fingers had filled some deep need in her, leaving her feeling
relaxed and satisfied despite her arousal. She could wait for
Kendra to recover.
She smiled down at the relaxed woman in her arms, then as a
thought surfaced she shook her head, she still had not asked
Kendra how she was able to change into a jaguar. Dominique
smirked; there would be time later after more important things
were taken care of to ask her questions. Relaxing into the warm
body of the woman in her arms, the redhead’s eyes closed dozed
as well.
Kendra stirred a short time later still feeling languorous in
the afterglow of their first lovemaking. For someone who said
she had never made love to a woman before Dominique had been
amazing. She shifted until the dozing redhead was lying on the
silver blanket and carefully removed the halter top Dominique
was wearing exposing pale coral tipped breasts. Kendra lowered
her lips and set about gently waking her lover. She could tell
exactly when Dominique woke from the change in her breathing and
from the arms that came up and wrapped around her.
“Kendra,” said Dominique softly then, “that feels so good.”
Dominique arched slightly pressing her breast harder against
Kendra’s mouth and Kendra stroked her free hand down Dominique’s
body snagging her one remaining piece of clothing and removing
it. Then teasing her by drifting across the wetness she had
exposed and playing with the soft curls, but keeping her touches
light and teasing. Dominique groaned and opened her legs wider
and bucked slightly trying to get her to touch where she wanted.
Kendra grinned and capitulated, knowing that Dominique was
likely still aroused from earlier and it would be cruel to tease
her too much. She stroked deeply into the redhead, enjoying how
the yielding tender flesh parted at her entrance and then
gripped her fingers greedily. She withdrew her fingers from the
warm depths and then glided along the tender flesh to stroke the
engorged muscle there on either side while her thumb just barely
grazed across the crest. She continued her slow patient strokes
as she suckled and nipped at Dominique’s breasts.
Feeling the increased tension in the redhead’s body and how
forcefully Dominique was rising to meet every inward stroke
Kendra quickened her tempo knowing that the redhead was close.
She held Dominique to her as the redhead jerked in sudden
release and cried out her name. Leaving her hand temporarily
still, she waited a few minutes then began gently stroking
inside her lover once again. Dominique drew in a breath and
Kendra saw the redhead realize that she was going to become
aroused all over again. Dominique began moving to match her
rhythm twisting beneath her then crying out once again in her
pleasure. Kendra enfolded the redhead in her arms, holding her
shuddering form through the aftershocks while stroking her back
to calm her.
Dominique buried her face in Kendra’s shoulder, “That felt
wonderful,” she sighed.
Kendra smiled, “Your welcome, and thank you for earlier, for
someone who hadn’t been with a woman before you were quite
amazing.”
Dominique smirked, “I’ve always been a quick learner.”
“Lucky me,” Kendra commented sincerely.
The redhead chuckled, sniffing the air she commented, “It smells
like an orgy in here, and we stink.”
Kendra smiled and stretched lazily, “Well there is a reason for
that,” she commented smugly as she sat up and moved toward the
loose pine branches that covered what functioned as the door of
their makeshift shelter. She pushed the branches aside and poked
her head cautiously outside glancing around to make sure nothing
had decided to be curious about the noises emanating from the
shelter. The air had gotten quite a lot warmer than it had been
she noticed, no wonder the cold hadn’t been that bothersome
while they made love. Kendra leaned forward and grabbed one of
the pots from the backpack. She filled it with water and set to
heating on the coals from the fire, then she scooted back into
the shelter and snuggled beside Dominique, “Ten minutes or so
till we have lukewarm water.”
The redhead turned and rested her head upon Kendra’s chest
sighing contentedly; a passing thought had her green eyes
narrowing. She pulled away, supporting herself on her elbow,
“This seems like a good time to ask you how exactly you
transform into a jaguar, you don’t use any magic or sorcery, or
if you do you don’t use a kind that I recognize,” she commented
curious.
“Ah,” Kendra murmured, “That is a bit of a tale, and to be
honest with you I don’t really have a good understanding of
exactly why it works.”
Dominique could see the bafflement in Kendra’s blue eyes,
“Perhaps if you explain it to me I might have an idea, I’ve
studied sorcery for almost a thousand years now, and I’ve
searched for knowledge about every other type of magic as well.
There is a good chance I might know something, or have an idea
where we could find more information,” she offered.
The black-haired woman looked at her hopefully, “That would be
nice. I guess the place to start is at the very beginning…”
Kendra related how she had come upon the jaguar in the temple;
how she had climbed down to free it only to have it free itself.
How she had lost consciousness and had woken up covered in
blood, but unhurt and the jaguar gone. “Does that mean something
to you?” Kendra asked seeing the thoughtful frowning look on
Dominique’s face.
The redhead shook her head slowly, “I’m not certain, perhaps…you
were able to turn into a jaguar after that?” she asked.
“No, not immediately,” Kendra responded, “First there were the
dreams…” she described how she had dreamed of becoming a jaguar,
how in her dreams she learned how to submerge her human form
within the body of the jaguar and how to submerge the jaguar
within her human form. “The night of the full moon when I first
transformed for real…was terrifying for me, but it was also
exhilarating. The night, the scents, the world was so much more
than I ever could have imagined,” Kendra finished wonderingly.
“Shamanism?” Dominique offered hesitantly, “I was never able to
find a practitioner, and there is very little written about it
that is more than hypothesis and conjecture. What little
information I found mentioned animal spirit guides and the
shamanic practitioner’s ability to transform into the shape of
their spirit guide.” Those were not the only two pieces of
information she knew, but those were the two characteristics
that applied right now.
Kendra frowned, “But I’ve never met any animal spirit guide,”
she said, disappointed.
Dominique laid a comforting hand on her chest, “As I said what I
found was mostly conjecture, that part might not be correct.
When we get home I will show you what books I have, and we can
look for more information. I’m sure that between the two of us
we can figure out how you got your abilities.”
“Thank you,” Kendra’s blue eyes warmed at Dominique’s promise of
help. She leaned forward and tenderly kissed the redhead,
reluctantly pulling back from temptation she said, “The water
should be warm now and I know we need to get ready to go soon.”
They washed the essential parts, dressed and Dominique fixed
more warm food for the both of them. It was almost nightfall;
Kendra sighed and looked with fondness at the shelter where they
had made love. They hoped to make 50 mile or so traveling due
south before stopping two hours before sunrise. Demona didn’t
like stopping so early, but there was no meat left and they
would need the time to hunt. She turned and waited for Demona to
glide off it was time to leave this place.
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