Chapter-2
Hey there peeps, I'm back with your second chap full of asskicking action and a little bit of humor but before that, THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH for such an overwhelming response to my fiction and a big thanks to KyloRen'sgirl213, Ariana, Kathalla, Sabertooth Girl, angel897, Wanda Maximoff and a couple of fabulous guests for their awesome reviews, you're all awesome, peeps :D!
Last, but not the least- For all the readers who haven't read my previous stories, the lines in bold down there is the Hindi conversation.
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A pack of some dangerous looking dudes with hunting rifles was standing outside of the wood.
"To kaha rehta hai wo budha tendua?"- So where does that old Snow Leopard live?; the leader of the hunting team who kind of looked like the human version of Yondu from Guardians of the Galaxy, asked one of locals who was ready to show them the cave of one of rarest and endangered species of big cats on a high cash.
The small man pointed his finger towards a small mountain. "Wo, waha pe, wahi pe uski gufa hai."- Up there, on that hill, that's where its cave is."
They all prepared their guns. "Taiyaar ho saathiyon? Chalo chalein." - Ready, boys? C'mon, let's go.
They all advanced toward the thick woods but the regional man didn't follow them. The skipper halted and turned around. He glared at the scared man. "Tujhe kya hua be? Tu kyu nahi aa raha?"- What happened? You ain't coming along?"
The man shook his head in mild horror. "H-Hum nahi aayenge, saab, ye jangal shapit hai."- I-I'm not coming sir, this jungle is cursed."
"Kya? Shapit?"- "What? Did you say 'cursed'?" the entire bunch burst out laughing as they heard the trembling man.
He shook his head. "Haso mat saab, sab jaante hain ki iss jangal pe Vandevi ka prakop hai."- You can laugh all you want, but it's true sir, this place is cursed by Vandevi.
"Vandevi? Ab ye kaun hai yaar?"- Vandevi? Who's this Vandevi?
The old man's fearful eyes looked straight towards the wood. "Wo iss jangal ki pehredar hai, saab. Kehte hain, Jo bhi iss jangal me jaakar isse aur iske jaanwaron ko nuksaan pahuchata hai, wo usse zinda nahi chhodti."- She's the protector of this jungle. Anyone who enters it and tried to damnify it and its animals is killed by Vandevi.
"Bakwaas hai ye sab, ye shaap-waap kuch nahi hota. Hum yaha uss budhe tendue ko pakadne aaye hain aur usse leke hi jayenge, zinda ya murda."- That's all pure bullshit, old man. We're here to catch that old Leopard and we're taking it with us tonight. Dead or alive.; the figurehead threw a bundle of cash at the villager and signaled his buttboys to follow him.
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Victor's feet instinctively turned in the direction of that intoxicating scent. He needed to find her as soon as he could. She was his. Only his! Female ferals were history now and he was fortunate enough to get one. He wasn't letting this one go. Ever.
His quest finally came to an end as his eyes found the face he was so eagerly searching for. She was in front of him, sitting on a small boulder, warming herself up before a bonfire. He hastily got down on one knee to hide behind the high, thick shrub standing before him to watch her enjoy her peaceful silence.
His sharp night vision was giving him every fine detail of his future Mate. She had a young, measured face with big, almond-shaped eyes that were glowing like his in the dark, something he'd never seen in any female feral of the world before. The tips of her white canines were gracing her predacious face. Even her finger claws and toeclaws were just like his, hooked and razor-sharp. Her slim but firm limbs and torso reminded him of a Leopardess, the fastest predator of the jungle who could finish her prey in just one lightning fast pounce but that's all Victor Sabertooth Creed's mind was thinking. What was his cock thinking?
DAYUMMM!
She's one fuckable thing, man!
She had everything Creed liked on HIS woman. Slender wheat-skinned body but with 'grabbable' curves, big and firm breasts making peaks behind that old, cheap piece of fabric wrapped around her chest, flat stomach, brawny thighs and gawd, that shape of her ass... Even her sitting position or her loincloth also made out of a 'human' cloth couldn't hide the form of those two perfectly round cheeks.
All in all, that was one hell of body he would do anything to get under him.
Creed's mesmerised observation was shortly disturbed when this beautiful feline's nose twitched as it sensed something dangerous in the air. She raised her snout in the air and took a deep sniff. Her ears momentarily twitched before she picked up her deer skin shawl from the ground and quickly wrapped it around herself. She shot up and unexpectedly turned to the direction where Victor was hidden. Uh-oh, looks like someone's gonna get caught.
With a sudden growl of defense, the feral girl bared her canines and extended her claws to their full length. She rapidly ran towards the the thick line of shrubs Creed was lurking behind but instead of lunging at Creed, as he expected, she made a high split leap through the air like an actual leopard and jumped over the feral man without noticing his presence, she landed on all fours and ran away to hunt the prey her nose was sensing in the air.
Victor was still sitting there, eyes broadened and slack-jawed. The frail could run on all fours, all her fucking FOURS! where the fuck had he seen that in a feral frail before? A ravening grin stretched the corners of his mouth. She was just so good, so perfect and he needed to follow her before she hid in some fucking cave of hers.
But where the fuck did she go? Creed pulled his mind out of the dark haze of her feral beauty and ran his senses around. His nose also caught something in the air, scent, a bunch of 'human' stenches with guns, something he couldn't catch earlier because he was busy listening to his cock. A cluster of human idiots had snuck into HER territory and if she's the Vandevi Singhs were talking about, the Goddess of the Jungle was going to make them go missing for good. He grinned at the thought.
What could be more exciting than watching his future Mate hunt down those stupid human insects?
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"Jaldi chalo ladko, jaldi se uss pahaadi pe chadh jaao."- Hurry up boys, we gotta catch that leopard by the dawn." the leader of the hunters barked at his minions to make their feet run faster. They'd reached the mountain, now only the climb was left. Just as their boss took first step towards their destination, their ears caught some light noise from behind. They all spun around and promptly pointed their guns at it.
"Unn jhaadiyon ke peeche kuch hai."-There's something behind those shrubs.; one of his butt boys whispered. They kept their gunpoints straight until whatever was behind them came out,
A small, wild piglet.
They all lowered their guns and laughed but one of them lost his laugh as Vandevi pounced at him from behind silently, clamped her hand over his mouth and slashed his throat before hastily but quietly hiding behind a tree again and his group couldn't even notice it.
"B-Boss.." The bunch's eyes widened in pure shock as they spun around to the pained whimper of their man on the ground. He was dead within next few seconds before they could understand what the fuck just happened. They once again pointed their guns in all four directions.
"Kuch hai yaha pe, unn pedon aur jhaadiyon ke peechhe, jaise hi dikhe, goli maar do saale ko!"- There's something behind those trees or shrubs, just shoot it as soon as you see it!" the leader howled out his command and his men nodded. Their eyes and ears running around, trying to sense any movement around them and suddenly the entire wood went pin-drop silent.
"Itna sannata kyu ho gaya?"- Why did everything suddenly turned so silent?; as their boss whispered it to himself, an owl pounced down at him from the tree above his head and clawed his left eye.
"Abe saalon, koi hataao iss ullu ko mere chehre se!"- Someone just get this fucking owl off my face!; Before his goons could surge forward to help their screaming boss, a Cobra wrapped around the leg of another one of them and bit him on his ankle. His writhing frame collapsed to the ground whimpering.
Roaring ferociously, Vandevi now jumped off a tree on all fours and gashed two more throats before touching the ground. The head of hunters fled away with his bleeding eye as he saw this bloody chaos caused by the little gang of that strange girl with pointed claws and teeth. Vandevi tried to go after him but as she turned, the last remaining huntsman tried to shoot her from behind but Woo-hoo! Before he could do so, Sabertooth lunged at him from his right side on all his fours and buried a whole clawed hand into his stomach.
Vandevi promptly twirled around and glared at this unknown 'helper' in pure shock. Who was this giant man and why did he help her?
And wait a minute, does he have...claws like hers?
With a quick change of eyes, Victor jumped back out. He got back up with a smug smirk and wiped his bloody hand on his shirt. He eyed down the gorgeous feral before him, beautiful and dangerous, he loved that combo.
Vandevi's little friends, the Cobra and Owl, hastily went to their friend and stood on both of her sides.
"So you're the Vandevi they were talkin' about, huh?" the giant feral gave the girl another once over before stepping towards her but she hissed like a real cat in defensive response, baring her impressive canines and claws again.
Creed gave a canined grin of his own at her cute attempt to look dangerous in front of the most savage beast of the world that caused the little gang of Vandevi to hide behind her. He has fangs too?
"Think yours are bigger than mine, kitten?" he wiggled his bloody claws in her face with a wide grin.
Taking it as an insult, Goddess of the jungle lunged at the giant man and tried to give his chest slash after slash while he just laughed at her futile attempts. Her little but sharp attacks only making him hard behind the zipper. Her strikes gradually slowed down and finally stopped when she saw the arrogant man was still standing tall and laughing like an idiot at her. It narrowed her eyebrows. She hastily ripped off his blood soaked shirt and glared at his naked, gory front. Her eyeballs turned into saucers as she saw those deep gashes rapidly get closed...Just like her.
She pulled back her claws before her hesitant fingers reached over to touch now healed skin. Victor's eyes rolled closed and an unconscious purr escaped his mouth as the soft fingertips traced over his rough, hairy skin. He couldn't remember when was the last time a frail had touched him like this. They were all afraid of him, hated him, called him a fucking monster but his Kitten, she wasn't like them. She was different, she was special, and her touch? It felt like...silk.
She shook her head and looked up into his eyes. A crazy mix of shock and anger in her widened eyes. her lips trembling to ask who he is but not being able to form the words of his language.
Victor suddenly snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest. The fog of shock around her mind cleared at once and her claws struggled to pull herself away from him but Victor Sabertooth Creed wasn't just ready for that.
"You're Mine, kitten." he whispered as one of his hands travelled down and grabbed her ass. Her eyes and mouth turned into three perfect Os. She struggled harder but no use. His smirked lips went close to her ear. "I'll make sure you never forget it." he whispered in her ear and bit her earlobe softly before unexpectedly releasing her. Her eyes narrowed once again. First this weird, mountainous man pulled her into his arms and now just..let her go?
Her narrowed glare dissolved as she heard a couple of human voices scream a name, Mr. Creed. Maybe that's why he let her go. She once again glared at him before giving her gang a grunting signal to follow her who stuck their tongues out at Creed before following their Goddess hastily.
She hastily spun around and ran away on all fours before those humans could see her, leaving a smirking Creed behind.
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"Mr. Creed," the Singhs let out relieved a relieved sigh as they saw Victor hastily come out of the wood. He couldn't let those humans find all those dead bodies his kitten'd left behind.
"You don't know how relieved we are to see you alive, Mr. Creed." Victor rolled his eyes at Mrs. Singh's fake concern.
"We were waiting for you to come here when we heard a gun shot and..." their eyes widened in mild horror as they noticed his blood stained shirt. "Oh my god, you're sho-"
"I'm not." he replied annoyedly. "There was a hunter in there who fired at me when I tried to stop him but don't worry, I scared the asshole away."
Mr. Singh raised an eyebrow at the feral's horribly slashed shirt. "That hunter did that to you?"
"No, it wasn't him." Creed shook his head and prepared himself to tell the biggest lie of the night. "And it wasn't your Vandevi, either."
"Then who was it?"
The gigantic feral turned his head toward the woods and smirked. "It was just...a cute kitten who had very sharp claws."
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So guys, this was your second update and I hope y'all enjoyed it. Please let me know your thoughts and suggestions in your reviews, I'm waiting.. :-}