The Price of Tragedy

Sarah had awakened early and saw that Lucas had returned to his human form. She quietly left the bed, found a lovely business suit that fitted her form like a second skin. Careful not to disturb Lucas she padded quietly out of the bedroom and began exploring the apartment.



Lucas turned onto his back and a deep sigh escaped him.



“Oh I like these.” he said in his sleep as he messaged the air, dreaming of soft breasts.



She heard Lucas mumble something and returned to the bedroom, seeing him laying there with his hands in the air looking like he was pawing something. She stifled a giggle and turned quickly to walk away trying not to laugh out loud.



“I like this too.”



His hands moved down to what could only be the butt of the woman in his dreams.



Hearing his words again she laughed out loud but quickly covered her mouth. She wondered what woman was filling his dreams. She shook her head and walked further away hoping not to hear anymore. She began concentrating on all the relics he had collected, that lined the far wall.



“SHUT UP! I AM GOING TO TAKE YOU HERE AND NOW!”



He growled and pointed out into nothingness. “I KNOW YOU LIKE IT DOGIE STYLE ”



She heard him shout and turned quickly.



"What in the world?"



She marched back to the bed.



"Lucas...Lucas wake up I do not want to hear one of your wet dreams..do you hear me?..WAKE UP!"



Out of nowhere, Lucas grabbed her, tossed her onto the bed and pinned her close. Soon after he started to stroke himself against her.



Sarah was so surprised to find herself beneath him. It had happened so quickly her mind took a while to register it. She felt his hard cock stroking against her body. She bit back a moan at the feelings it brought to her. She had to stop him, so she had to wake him. Giving a growl she bit down on his shoulder hard enough to cause pain but not enough to break the skin.



“Whoa!! No need to…”



He looked at his surroundings and at the woman beneath him. He rubbed the back of his head since it was an odd moment.



"Nice of you to awaken. Now do you mind, getting off of me. I am sorry for the rude way I awakened you but I really did not want to be part of your wet dream you were having at the moment."



He rolled over to the side of the other side of his bed. “You already were.” he said very silently.



She sat up and moved away from him.



"Excuse me? Are you saying that dream was about me?"



Again he started to rub the back of his head, this time in a more ‘panic’ kind of way. “I… ehm… Well…”



Seeing him uncomfortable, she decided to change the subject. "



I see you have a interesting collection of artifacts and relics. You have been very busy."



“Yeah, well… Being able to live for a long time, I thought it would be interesting to see the world”



He stood, the covers sliding off him as he stretched.



Her gaze slid over him, remembering how is body felt against hers for that moment.



"True.. I will let you dress."



She stood and walked back into the living area. She opened the curtains and stared out at the city scape.



“No, it’s fine.”



He walked up to the coffee machine and started it. He scratched a little on his right butt cheek.



She watched his movement and began to stare at the spot he scratched.



"So what are your plans for this day?"



“Well, we are going to have a closer look at that house right?”



The coffee machine hissed and smoked as the liquid was done.



“Want some?”



"Sure thank you. Yes. I can take you to the site. I will have the plans brought there so you can see them as well, that way if any changes need to be made we can do them.



Lucas poured a cup of hot coffee in a cup and handed it to her, his eyes flared in silver flames for a moment when he looked at her.



Taking the cup, she saw his eyes flash.



"I have always admired those silver eyes. I remember when you received that gift." She took a sip of coffee, then sighed.



“So do I. I was only a little boy back then. I still haven’t asked how you got yours though”



He took his own cup and stood looking out of the window. One of the window washing elevators came down and a man who was going to wash the widow just stared at him in his nakedness.



She giggled at the look on the mans face.



"I bet he wasn\'t expecting that view this morning. Even though it is rather nice." She pinked as she realized what she had said. "Ummm...you asked a question didn\'t you?"



“Nice?”



He asked and looked at her over his shoulder. The man outside started to work, since he recognized that it was in fact his employer.



"Hmmm? Nice? what is nice?"



She dodged his question, Turning away so he would not see her red cheeks. She looked over his collection again.



“That is what I am wondering too.”



He walked over to his collection beside her.



She glanced up at him.



"Oh alright..you have a very nice physic. Not like I could not notice."



“So do you. My research showed that we have some ‘gifts’ from our guides.”



He said as he moved close and sniffed the side of her neck. Her sent filled his nostrils and sent flames down his body.



"Yes, our eyesight, hearing, scent and taste is enhanced. Depending on what species you are you could have strength, speed..."



Her voice trailed off as he sniffed her, her body starting to respond to his closeness.



He placed his cup on a small table, his hands placed themselves on her hips and moved slowly up her sides. He gave her a lick with his large wolf tongue, that he so conveniently changed for the moment.



She groaned at the feel of his hand on her body and when she felt his tongue on her neck her body melted. Slowly she wrapped her arms around his neck,tilting her back to give him more access.



He made his K9 teeth grow and he placed them against her skin playfully, his large tongue followed from her collar bone, up her long inviting neck.



She began purr. His touch causing tingles to roam her body. She lightly scored down his back with her nails. Her body slowly began to rub against his.



He smiled then stepped away from her, picked up the cup on the way to the window. The window washer was already done and had quickly moved down a few floors.



Feeling the warmth of his body leave she shook her head. Slowly regaining her composure. She ran her hands down her clothes straiting them, she could feel her nipples had hardened and cursed under her breath. Her hands shook as she drank her coffee, not moving from where she was.



“I can smell that you want to be part of my wet dreams.”



He smiled, happy about himself.



She looked at his back.



"Well that is only because as my guardian is male but is also cat. So one of the unwanted abilities is the fact that when...I have stronger sexual appeal during certain times of the year."



“Good catch.”



He said and smiled. He finished his coffee and placed the cup beside the machine and went in to the bedroom to get dressed.



She finished her own coffee then waited for him. She then saw it. It was a relic of myth. She walked up to it and looked at it carefully. He had found one of the keys. She looked over her shoulder, then back at it.



After a few moments he came back wearing a dark blue Armani suite. He noticed what she was looking at.



“Beautiful isn’t it.”



He walked up and stopped just behind her.



"Yes. I never thought I would see one. They were hidden so well. Do you know where the weapons leads to? Where the piece is?"



“Sadly, the location of the pieces where never written down. So no one really knows their locations. But legend has it, that someone who the key itself feels is worthy will show the way”



He leaned over her side and picked up the sword, it was of an old Japanese design. Smaller then a Katana but still the same design to it.



"Interesting. Has it spoken to you?"



She watch as he touched it almost with reverence.



“Spoken?”



He looked at her, the instance he touched it a high pitched sound filled the air, energies twirled around them, feeling almost like a mini tornado.



She covered her ears, trying to keep the sound out. She bent over and tried to move away. Her hair whipped around her, her dress pulled tight against her.



He swirled the sword through the air like a master, the sword silenced itself as it felt itself being held by someone capable, but it never spoke to him. Simply allowed him to wield it.



"What was that about?" She blinked her ears still ringing.



“I don’t know, it’s like it’s not accepting me at first. But as I prove my skill by swinging it”



He stopped swinging the sword and quickly placed it back on the rack where it was before.



"Interesting. But I suppose because of what it can lead to it must protect itself somehow. So it\'s not revealed anything to you about where the part is?"



Lucas rubbed his chin.



“I suppose. I guess I am not truly worthy to wield it. But I can’t let it fall in to the wrong hands in any case. And no, it has not showed or told me anything.”



"To bad. You know if they find out you have this they will come after it. I heard a rumor that they have a piece of it already."



“He he he… that is highly unlikely.”



Just as he said that he saw ropes fall down outside the window. He knew that it was bad.



“Shit! Stay here”



He ran out of the small apartment area and slammed his palm on a button on the book case. Thick armored glass fell down and closed off the small back living area. Four masked heavily armed men crashed through the window and pointed their weapons at Lucas who held up his arms.



She saw the men and instantly called on the cat. She shifted completely into her black sleek form and dashed for cover under a desk.



“Hand it over!” one of the masked men demanded.



“Hand what over?” he asked calmly.



The man opened fire at Lucas, sending him flying up against he wall and soon collapsed, blood splattered all over the wall behind him. One of the other men started to work with a power drill to try and get inside the sealed off section.The cat snarled and charged the man who had shot Lucas. She set it completely free. In a leap she grabbed him by the throat and ripped it open, killing him instantly. Quickly darting as the others shot at her. Using furniture for hiding.



The man working the power tool had set it down and started to shoot after her as well. What they didn’t notice was that Lucas was now in full were form and very angry. Coming up from behind one of them he grabbed him around the scull with his big strong paw and crushed it like it was a orange. The last masked men turned to fire again at Lucas, only o hit his cooperative that Lucas used as a shield.She saw Lucas rise and make is move. She crept behind the last man and pounced on him from behind, her jaws once again going for the throat. He fell forward a scream dieing on his lips. Lucas growled as he threw the corpses out of the window.



“Do you know the cost of this carpet!?!”



He cursed at them.



She laid back her ears and growled at him and his action. Slowly she padded away from the body and changed back into her human from.



Lucas too changed back to his human form.



“Don’t growl at me” he snared at her, he was in no mood to be growled at.



She grabbed her discarded closes the looked over her shoulder at him.



"Open this thing so I may get clean." She saw her clothes were ruined for the cat had shredded them during the change. Covering what she could for modesty.



He walked over to the desk and hit another button causing the protected wall to recede.



"I will lay out some clothing for you while you shower."



"Thank you. Are you alright? I mean, you were shot."



"Yes, I will be fine. A bit sore for a while but will heal."



"Alright."



She walked into the bathroom, let the ruined clothes fall to the floor, turned on the shower and stepped in. As the water hit her skin she sighed. The leopard had reacted so swiftly and violently when she had seen Lucas get shot. Its reaction had actually frightened her. She had not felt that much rage in a very long time.



Lucas waited until she had entered the bathroom and heard the shower before bending over and letting out a string of curses. He would survive but damn it still hurt like hell. Collecting himself, he stood erect and went into the bedroom to select clothing for himself and Sarah. Once dressed he selected a beautiful deep red dress he found and laid it on the bed for her. Giving a slight smile as he walked out to the living room, she would look amazing in it.



Turning off the shower, she grabbed a towel, dried quickly and returned to the bedroom. Her eyes immediately fell on the red dress. The neckline was in a low scoop and would show her cleavage. It looked like the hem would hit just above her knee. She smiled and shook her head. He was definitely male. Grabbing the dress she quickly pulled it over her head, then grabbed her hair and piled it on top of her head.



"Thank you for the dress. Its beautiful."





He turned around to look at her, the sight of her stunned him so much that he actually fell over. Hitting his head on the table hard.



She ran forward, dropped to her knees beside him.



"I knew it. You are hurt more than you said."



He turned around to look at her, the sight of her stunned him so much that he actually fell over. Hitting his head on the table hard.

She ran forward, dropped to her knees beside him. "I knew it you are hurt more than you said."



He looked up at her and got a very nice look in of her cleavage; he just smiled and stared at it.



She bent over him, checking his head for wounds. Then look down at him. She noticed where he was staring.



"Like the view?"



"I love the view” he grinned



She giggled, then sat back.



"Are you alright? Tell me true this time."



“Yes, I am fine” he kept enjoying he view



"Are you just going to lay there and stare at them? We do have a mess still to clean and explain.



“Yes I am” he grabbed her and pulled her close and burring his face in her cleavage.



She squealed, but feeling his breath on her, her body heated up quickly. Placing her hands on his shoulders, a part of her wanted to push away but another part wanted to beg for more.



Lucas pulled down the dress with his teeth and started to lick around her nipple.



She moaned. Her hands finding the back of his head, holding him to her."Lucas" she whispered softly.



“You can ask me to stop if you don’t want to.”



He made his tongue to his were kind again and licked the entire length of her breast, licking extra hard over the nipple.



"Ooo..No." She panted. "Don\'t stop." She moved to straddle his legs.



He made his K9s come out as he gently used them to apply pressure on her breast. He then started to suck on her nipple.



Her body turned to liquid heat. Her body rocked against his and whimpered. Moving her shoulders the dress slid further down her body pooling at her hips.



Even if he gave one breast attention, he didn’t forget about the other. He moved one hand closer and closer to the free breast as he carefully cupped it, signaling the fate to come.



She was lost in his touch, scent and heat. Her nails grew and became pointed, sharp. she drew them down his back, pulling his shirt up until she found his skin. Scoring it not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. A deep purr began deep in her chest.



Her ‘rough’ touch only made things more interesting, he quickly pinched her nipple hard to see how she would react.



The sting of his pinched made her cry out and arch her back. She could feel herself get more wet. She glanced down at him. Seeing him there touching and tasting seem so right. She shifted again this time wrapping her legs around his waist, snuggling closer to him. She yanked his shirt and heard it rip.



Even if she moved them around, his mouth never left her breast, he had made his nails in to claws and repaid the action, dragging his claws over her soft skin, leaving soft marks on her breast.



She brought a hand around to his front, moving it over his chest. She felt his claws move over her. A strangled. "Yes." Escaped her lips. She wanted to be marked, owned by this man. She could feel his hard length. She rubbed herself against him, grinding, rocking.



"More..please..more."



His mouth moved from her breast up, over her collar bone, up her neck to her chin. His tongue following every inch he came across. He then shifted the shape of his face, giving him his wolf snout so he could place her neck inside his open mouth, filled with sharp teeth.



MMmmmm..." the feel of his tongue sent shivers down her spine. She saw him shift. felt his mouth wrap around her neck. She tilted her head back giving him full access. She trusted him. Her claws dug into his shoulders, her breath rapid.





He winced from her sharp claws digging into his skin. But he only took it as confirmation that she was enjoying it. In one swift move, he moved himself around on top of her back, pinning her, chest down against the carpet. Placing his entire weight on top of her, moving his hands under her to enjoy her breasts.



Finding herself under him. His breath on her neck, turned her on more. She arched back against him. A long growl came from her then a hiss. Her claws dug into the carpet as she tried to move him from his dominate stance.





He growled back at her as he bit down on her neck, trying to prove his worthiness to actually engage in mating. Hoping that his resistance would go well with her.



He wanted her, this was more than just sex or dominance. He wanted her for himself. Her mind quickly thought about it all. His teeth bit into her neck, not breaking skin but enough to hold her still. She relaxed, moving her hips upward in invitation. She wanted him as well, no other had made her feel as she did.



He released his neck grip and started to lick her shoulders in an affectionate way. He also let his pressure on her go a little, it was a test to see if she truly wanted to be his.



She purred loudly and arched more. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled.



“What do you want to do? I am quite satisfied for now”



He started to message her breast softly. She had accepted him and that made him feel great. He smiled back and started to lick her face in affection.



She giggled, her cat eyes full of mischief. She laid a long lick along his cheek.



She turned and looked at him. "You aren\'t going to?" She reached up and touched her neck. "You marked me didn\'t you? This wasn\'t just for sex you own me. Have you always wanted to own me or was this just a opportunity thing?"



He looked at her. “I have had many women over the years, all human, all died of old age. With you, I will be living for the rest of my long life. That was a commitment to you from me, signing you will make me stay with you forever. And I don’t want to have sex on the first date, I respect you more then that”





She smiled and grabbed her dress pulling it back over her head.



"I suppose that is true. I don\'t want to be alone anymore either." Reaching out she touched his face.



“I am sorry for that archaic mark, I just don’t want you to think I see you as property. See it as a mark that you are now mine… If you want to be mine”



"It is part of who we are Lucas. To be honest, I\'ve been having feelings since we met again. When I saw you shot, its was...my heart almost stopped. I realized I really didn\'t want to lose you. It was so intense of a feeling. I don\'t mind being yours. My heart is content."



“I’m glad, I give you my heart in return.”



He leaned towards her and gave her a kiss.





She returned his kiss, then slowly pulled back. Looking around the room. "We still have a mess to clean up."





“I have staff to deal with that.”



He looked her over again in the nice dress. She looked extremely appealing and his animal side flared up and it was showed in his eyes. He wanted to mate, but he wanted it to be done right too.





She saw the passion in his eyes and gave him a coy smile. Smoothing a hand over her dress.



"I can see what you want in your eyes. They speak more than words ever could."





“Yeah, I want to fuck your brains out, but I want to do it right.”



He started to lick her neck again



Her body shivered and a moan escaped.



"And what is the right way?" she panted



“I donno. Take things slow I guess” he embraced her and he kept on licking her.





Mmmm.." Was all she could say. Her body was tingling from his wicked tongue. She could smell her own arousal.





He stopped for a moment.



“I think we should see if we can find this piece."



"Piece?"

Her mind was muddled, her eyes dazed as she tried to focus on him and what he had said.



“Yes, one of the pieces to the sphere of all magic”



"Oh, right. Umm..yes, you are probably right." She moved away from him, finding it was easier to think with distance between them. "We have to figure out how to find it."



“Yeah, sadly. This key doesn’t want to give me it’s secrets.”



He moved in towards the area with all the archaic items where located and looked at the sword.



She bent down to take a closer look. "When the sphere was broken and the pieces sent out to be hidden. Clues were made to help find them. But why do such a thing. When you know the sphere itself can destroy so much as it did in the past."



He walked up to an old cabinet with old scrolls in it. He brought out one that was tightly sealed by magic sealing spells only being opened by him.



He made the scroll show it content.



“In this scroll, it is said that his son wanted the power and because of this, the sphere of all magic was hidden. But the son managed to magically embed the weapon of each of the guardians that would hide them. This one is those weapons”



"So the son would have known the clue to getting it to tell its secret. Tricky. Does it tell anything else we can use to figure it out? There has got to be a key or a word, something."



“No, no clue or anything. It simply tells the story, not the secrets of the story” He resealed the scroll and placed it in the cabinet. “Grab the sword and lets get out of here”



She grabbed the sword and winced waiting for it to make that awful noise but it was silent this time. Pain shot through her head creating the worse headache she ever had experience. She gasped and bent over. Flashes of images traveled through her mind rapidly, blurry but there. She dropped the sword and gasped for breath as the images faided.



He rushed over to her and grabbed her in case she was going to fall. “Are you alright?”



She felt his strength grab her. She leaned into him. "Yes, I think I am alright." The pain in her head eased. She sighed. "I think it was trying to show me its secrets, but things were fuzzy."



“What?” He looked over towards the sword. He reached for it, but he could heard the faint screams of the sword as he approached it.



She brought her hands to her temples and messaged them. "Please do make it do that. My head still hurts from its assault." She sat down. "We need to think about this. Why show me and not you?"





He left it where it was. “I don’t know” he sat down beside her.



She sat there and stared at it. Her mind was racing, the blurry images and questions. Standing she walked down to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and came back. Bending over she grabbed the sword with it, Wrapping it tightly.



"We will figure it out later, we need to get out of here."





He reached for her arm as he headed outside, he accidentally touched the swords handle and blurry images came to him. It made him stagger a few steps as he held his hand over his head.



She grabbed him. "You see it don\'t you."



She looked at the sword, then at him, an idea formed. Taking his hand she wrapped both of their hands around the handle of the sword. There was little pain and the images sharper.



The images was crystal clear, it showed them great sea of sand. The Sahara desert. He looked at her. “Well, that is something new.”



She smiled. "Well we know where we need to go. And I hate the heat."



“Not at night. It can be pretty damn cold out there.”



He grabbed her hand and headed out the door. His secretary was standing outside waiting patiently to see what had happened. His orders were very clear. And now she had access to see inside the office.



“Please call the clean up crew and have my private jet fueled and ready to go.”



“Will you need a limousine sir?”



Lucas stopped and grinned. “No, I’ll drive myself”



She walked quickly with him, down the hall and to the elevators.



"It is true they are cold at night. I was there once but a long time ago. Didn\'t care for it so my stay was short."





“Well, I am sure that we can make the stay there very pleasant” he winked at her as he interlaced his fingers with hers.





She smiled and held is hand tight. "I\'m sure you can make it very interesting and warm up the cold nights."





Any requests?” he gave back her coy smile from earlier.





She blushed slightly. "You keep looking at me like that and we wont make it to our destination."





“Why is that?”





She turned to face him and pushed her body closer to his.



"Because this kitty has a bad itch that she wants scratched. I want to feel you naked against me again."



“What kind of an itch is that?” he teased as he grinned, he looked down at her cleavage.



Her eyes changed and she slowly reached for the hard lump in his pants to show him what she wanted but the elevator stopped and the door open.



"Guess you will just have to wait for that answer."



Before she got out of his reach, he gave her a playful spank on her ass. The garage was pretty much empty of life, only the cars themselves was in this dark cold place. Lucas reached into his pocket and pulled out the car keys. He pressed a button and a deep came from far down the row. The car started up itself and opened the driver side door.





She jumped at the swat she got and looked at him over her shoulder, with a I\'ll get you for that look. Then turned and headed for the car. Climbing into the passenger side, she buckled in and shut the door.



“Good morning sir.” the car spoke in a ‘butler’ kind of voice. “Would you like some music sir?” it asked calmly.



“Yes James, that would be swell” Lucas turned the ignition and the car rumbled to a start. Even for a Ford GT 500, this baby had a massive roar.



Her lips quirked. "James? you named the car James.How could you name a Shelby GT 500 with over 400 hp James." She shook her head. "It sound like you expect it to take your coat and hat too."





“Yeah. You have a problem with that?” he looked at her as he gunned the engine a little.



"No, Its your car. Do you know how to drive it?"



He grinned at her, pushed down the clutch, then put it in gear then gunned the engine to max revs. “You’ll see.” he released the clutch, the car started to spin its rear tires as smoke and the smell of burned rubber filled the area. The car fishtailed out of he parking spot and practically shoot out on to the street.



She tilted her head back and laughed. Her hands gripped her seat as her body was forced back into her seat.