My heroine in Red Lioness Tamed, Sun Rocket Kahoqua of the Windgrass Clan, before being ‘tamed’ by Draxen Z of the Venture, traveled throughout the galaxy, using her kickass strength and cunning to chase down the bad cat shifters for the sake of her feline kind, and to protect the intergalactic innocent.
RED LIONESS UNTAMED
Her heightened senses devoted to capturing her prey, Sun Rocket didn’t bother counting all the rainbows in the Uquenxia sky. The blaze-stained colors gently arched, one above the other, and hung as if a permanent feature of the small planet. "Meow and heart-stopping wow," she whispered for her own benefit.
Uquenxia, the fourth in orbit around a twin suns’ solar system, was a jungle paradise with an atmosphere friendly to her kind. Even the dark-skinned, pole-tall residents were friendly to her cat shifter race, unusual for a galactic world. Which made it all the more imperative to track down BusterBalls, a cat shifter gone rogue.
Allowing the amazing display to envelop her, she sniffed for the Tiger-Himalayan hybrid, who thought he was Bast’s mating gift to every woman he found carnal delectable.
Scenting him, Sun Rocket derided, "Stinking balls ass." Sauntering lazily to avoid suspicion, she followed the tiny thread of odor through the jungle’s thick blooming fragrances surrounding her, and saturating into her skin.
The fact that the woman BusterBalls stalked to seduce, may already be mated or with another male rarely deterred the sly conceited cat. So named because his favorite method of getting rid of the competition–waiting with extreme patience, then sneaking up on the unfortunate male, and using his massive tiger-strong jaws to crunch the rival’s testicles.
Sun Rocket winced, thinking about the visuals she’d been shown, even being female. BusterBalls didn’t possess an iota of mercy, his human side lost to his mating nature.
Aware of several large creatures eyeing her as prey, Sun Rocket strolled toward an open air cantina, a chic establishment located beneath a semi-circle of giant palm trees. She waved a friendly hand in the local style at the curious seated couples, while pretending not to notice the frank over-heated stares of two men.
An instant later her nose wrinkled in reaction to the stench of BusterBalls’ rut. Meow-yowl about a bad fish market. He’d been in the cantina recently, within half of Uquenxia’s bright long day.
Staying on the hard-packed path through the edge of the tropical jungle, Sun Rocket shifted with ease into her lioness woman form, since no one observed her, and she was on the hunt. As she chased her prey, she became Kahoqua, her feline name. Her running strides silent and swift, despite her tourist-casual sandals, she closed in on the raunchy fucker.
Fierce, intent on ridding the intergalactic community of a bad cat shifter, she nearly rammed into a Uquenxian man who frantically hopped in agony, while holding onto his testicles. With primitive reflexes, Kahoqua jumped to one side, and raced on, knowing she couldn’t help him. Roar to hell! Catching the ball-chomping beast would save other males.
Hearing the rapid moans of a woman being pleasured, Kahoqua leapt upwards into a spin, then charged in that direction. In moments, BusterBall’s mating odor competed with every jungle smell, a stink up to the suns. Once she heard his caterwauling lust, Kahoqua slowed her pace. Spying a tidy domicile, shaped to shed the frequent rainshowers, she stealthily crept forward.
Flicking her ears, she searched for his exact location. His humping smell was like a heavy fog diffusing her ability to sniff him out. Stepping behind an enormous tree with smooth bark, she listened to BusterBall’s rhythmic grunts before peering around the trunk. In the filtered sunlight, his butt blatantly gleamed with striped pale tan fur. His yellow-fur balls swung like fat bulbous pouches as he plowed back and forth into the woman’s sheath. He’d only partially shifted, and was without a tail.
Kahoqua pressed against the trunk, her eyes clenched shut. Damn, the slippery trout of fate. She couldn’t bring herself to interrupt, since the woman seemed to be actually enjoying herself. And scrape hell with her claws, she wasn’t watching BusterBall’s ugly balls bounce as he fucked. She listened for the woman’s final pleasure, and prepared to pounce.
Once the woman’s cries of ecstasy joined with BusterBall’s rutting growls, Kahoqua peeked around the trunk, unsheathing her attack claws. Swinging back and forth with each vigorous thrust, the woman lay on a large hammock sideways, her dark lean limbs spread apart in a large V.
Bast, thank you. BusterBall’s testicles were hitched up tightly, ready to explode. He launched his loins forward, groaning his orgasm. Kahoqua sprang as he tiger-screamed, the TestesTaze loop in one hand. Reaching him as he fell over the woman, she snaked her hand toward the front of his throat, and sank her claws into his fur and thick flesh.
Hauling him backwards by his throat, Kahoqua used the momentum of his weight to slide his cock out of the woman. Gripping the back of his neck with her fangs, she flung her body’s much smaller weight against his back. Unprepared for the attack and sex-depleted, BusterBalls sprawled through the air, then smacked against the jungle floor while the woman shrieked with fear.
Before he could whip around and savagely claw her, Kahoqua seized the slimy flesh of his sack above his balls, her fingers squeezing into a vise. She jerked hard, sprang and straddled his back. He roared furiously as she clamped the TestesTaze loop where her fingers had been.
"Gotcha, ya bad kitty shifter," Kahoqua growled.
"No!" the woman shouted in her tongue, her desperation obvious. "Love. Love."
"Love?" Kahoqua snarled toward BusterBalls slack ear. He didn’t move a big cat muscle knowing excruciating pain would wrack his entire body from the Taze ring if he did.
"No, love," the woman continued. She rattled off a lengthy explanation of how she and BusterBalls had come to know one another, care for one another, and had finally fallen passionately in love.
"Understand, understand." Kahoqua waved a hand to halt her when she finally inhaled a large breath. "Tell me, who is the man with the crunched balls?"
"Her brother," BusterBalls croaked in a growl.
"He was here to force me to marry another."
Kahoqua rolled her eyes, and yowled a sigh. She couldn’t disbelieve. The woman was much too sincere. Plus the stars, her own lie detecting intuition didn’t wail a warning. "Holy catfish damn," she muttered.
Plopping her bottom down on the middle of BusterBalls brawny back, her tail slashing back and forth, she tried to think of a solution. "He’s been a very bad boy." Eyeing the woman, she asked, "Do you understand?"
"I told her," BusterBalls croaked again.
"Yes, he confessed his bad ways." The woman’s heart shone in her eyes, along with a ray of hope.
"Yeah, I’ll bet the shrimp farm on that one." Kahoqua growled a sigh, listening to her own heart. "Here’s my offer. I can adjust the Taze ring to be comfortable and activate only if ‘he’..." she cast her glance down at BusterBalls, "leaves your world."
The woman smiled brilliantly, nodded, then fell to her knees beside BusterBall’s head, and stroked him.
"BusterBalls?" Kahoqua let her voice drip with fur-stripping acid.
"Yes," he simply spoke, somewhere between a purr and a groan of pain.
"Yeah, love...ain’t it grand as the galaxy," Kahoqua crooned. Rising, she efficiently adjusted the TestesTaze. "You know what happens if I have to hunt you down again," she threatened with her growl.
"I know," he stated, then slowly turned over on his back. Keeping his belly exposed, he offered no challenge.
"No more happy fucking balls." Kahoqua pivoted. Gazing over her shoulder, she added, "Be happy."