He finds me as I am walking home, cutting through the alleyway that almost halves my journey.
I can feel his presence before he speaks, before I know he's seen me, and I turn. Something catches in my throat as I look at him. Vejiita is a prince through and through, his ruthless eyes wandering over my body as if deciding whether I will be a satisfactory prize.
"What do you want?" I say haughtily and he laughs. There is no warmth in his laugh - it is mocking and yet strangely tantalising. I feel my heart speed up involuntarily and lean against the wall, trying to control myself.
He raises an eyebrow and the eyes beneath dance dangerously.
"You," he says simply and in one movement he grasps my wrists.
As he holds me back against the wall, his wiry frame quivering with tension, I feel my breathing stop. I have never felt so overpowered. He may be smaller than some of the men I have been with but his presence is enormous, the power and aggression that emanates from him quite terrifying.
He pauses, looking at me with those unreadable, fiery eyes, and somewhere in the back of my consciousness I feel a caress against my leg. Captivated by his gaze, which continues to bore into me, unsmiling, I am aware of his tail snaking its way round my thigh and up, winding itself around my waist till I feel bound tightly by it. It is unnervingly comforting.
Suddenly unfrozen, I slide a hand down to grasp the soft tip, feeling the pulse that throbs through it, and wind it around my wrist. Then, without warning, the tail flips my arm back against the wall, pinning me down and Vejiita presses himself to me, taking my mouth in his. The dual effect of aggression and passion combined with my restrained helplessness makes my senses swim suddenly and I feel faint. As I slip slightly against the wall, the wonderfully warm and powerful tail tenses and catches me and I feel cushioned.
Still swimming slightly, I am aware of a well-practised hand sliding my underwear off and the tip of the tail releasing my wrist and stroking itself across my cheek. I moan slightly as I feel firm, insistent fingers enter me and rub my face against his tail, feeling the soft hairs that coat it tickle my nose. He smells sweet - sweet, clean, yet dangerous like a wild cat.
I open my eyes and meet his. The gaze is perhaps softer, but equally unrelenting, and the fire that burns behind the black eyes is in no way diminished. Even in his current, passionate state of arousal, Vejiita exudes anger and I am aware of my fear of him still sending uneasy tremors through me.
Though what he could possibly do to violate me is hard to imagine. I am his, willing to take anything he wants to inflict upon me.
Overcoming the fear now, however, comes a fierce pride. Maybe I am absorbing the aura of arrogance that hangs round him, but I am suddenly fired up with the knowledge that he desires me. I can feel his erection pressing hard against my thigh, disproportionately large against his slight build.
I crush the tip of his tail in my hand as I feel a wave of agonising desire crash through me and he flinches, pulling his tail free and wrapping it dangerously around my neck as he bites me hard. I hear myself scream and suddenly I feel the thick length of him force its way inside me, pushing me harshly against the wall. He fills me completely and I gasp, shuddering.
I feel his tail tighten around my neck, the tip delicately teasing my breasts where it dangles down, deceptively soft and relaxed. His hands grasp me, pulling my dress away with a ruthless disregard for its safety and I jump, suddenly painfully aware of my nakedness. Then I find some fire of my own and, as he pounds me hard and repetitively with immaculate rhythm and control, I rip at his shirt, straining against the binding tail.
As he feels his clothing rip, Vejiita lets out a roar, terrifying and wonderful, and flings me to the ground. I feel myself fighting him, yet desperately hoping he won't slip out of me. He pins my arms back, letting his tail tantalise my erogenous zones as he fucks me and I see his eyes close involuntarily. Before I slide off into an unreal and beautifully violent place where all I can feel is the trembling of our bodies and the pounding of our hearts, I am aware of a moment of triumph. His desire has overwhelmed him - though his body controls me in every detail, Vejiita himself is away on the same wave of all-encompassing passion that I am.
Perhaps it is moments later, perhaps it is hours, but certainly following climaxes that I have lost count of, I gradually come back to earth. I can still hear the cry of wild pleasure he released as he came, the violent throb as he peaked sending tremors through me. A second later I feel my head hit the ground and realise he has thrown me down, pulling himself up tall and wrapping his tail around his body in a grand posture.
I stare up at him, seeing him standing before me, every inch a great warrior, and know that any fusion I had with him is finished and cast aside. He looks down at me with a cold smirk, pulls his clothing around him and puts his hands on his hips. Then he laughs. A harsh, derisive laugh that communicates his possession of me and his awareness of my helplessness.
As I struggle to sit up, he bends down suddenly and kisses me hard. Then he holds my chin in one hand and I feel his tail run across my chest, cupping my breasts.
"Perhaps we will do this again," he says.
And he is gone, striding away, straight backed and entirely in control.
© 2001 Di