Prophesy

Time stood still, three centuries away in silent jungle glade in Northern Xhindavia and a gutted white war horse thrashed in dying agony and the Princess Sufra gasped for breath and turned to look into the eyes of her killer. Here as she looked death in the face, instead of the world around her paling in comparison, suddenly it throbbed in more vivid lustful waves, in tune with her thumping heart. The sky seemed impossibly blue, her dying horse was a screaming pattern of crimson on white and around her the jungle bulged and thrummed in a thousand shades of emerald. The air around her was thick with sweet fruity smells almost too rich to bear mixing to an evil cocktail with the smell of fresh blood. She was pinned under this beast, he seemed to weigh at least three logs and his breath was hot and alcoholic against her throat. He had ridden her horse to exhaustion, over stones and through brambles, for miles without giving in, killed it with one vicious arc of his greatblade and thrown her to the ground in grip that sent the very breath out of her. Like a henacanda , the giant constrictor of yore he seemed to be intent on killing her by simply pressing the air out of her body. Sufra needed to stare at the light merciless eyes of this lione and curse him with the last breath she had. Yet as she stared and their eyes locked, and slowly imperceptibly, a shift began in the veins of time.

It was what happened to men when they looked at her. She knew about this thing she caused.

The terrible lione of Tambrapane was not an exception, he was flesh and bone like the rest of them, blood, heat and lust. Almost in a trance Sufra felt the monster shift and change and slowly grow different on top of her , its powerful grip letting go of her throat as the tawny light eyes with pin point pupils raked her with questioning which turned to fascination and then seemed entranced. Was he merely reaching for a better weapon?. Sufra moved slightly and found that she could, found that he had allowed her to breath, although their eyes were locked he was moving away slowly. Sufra did not want to die, she came forward with him now clutching softly to his clothes, slowly cunningly caressing remaining pressed against him and feeling Tambrapanas carnivore until she found that hot secret part of him she needed to feel. She knew it was there on men this part, knew it made men do strange things and made women suffer and scream, and she wanted to feel its sinful fascination. She would die anyway so the secret shame didn’t matter. She would caress this beautiful hard male creature if it were the last thing she did. She would take control of his lust and play it in her tiny cool hands, kiss it and lick it, if he let her before he savaged her - She heard rather than saw , his breath leave him in a heavy gasp. … he could not move to defend himself from this sly sensuous female attack . He groaned in surrender and this time it was his unmoving cats eyes that knew their fate. In that glade under the blazing equatorial sun of Tambrapane , Sufra knew she had found a beast as wild as she was, a creature who could tame her inner torments , a lione she would ride.