Felidae 5: Navin's Master

The Felidae 5: Navin's Master
Jade Buchanan
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Copyright ©2007 Jade Buchanan

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“Who are you?” Isha’s voice was a deep, vibrating growl. The man stepped out from the foliage, stalking forward.

He was an imposing figure, large and muscular. His fur was a pale orange, with gray-black stripes running along his body, broken by the cream cloth he had wrapped around his hips. It gave him a soft look, but one would never accuse Isha of being soft. His coat was thick and shaggy, different from Navin’s own sleek fur. Isha’s head was down, his black ears tipped forward, displaying the white spots on the backs of them. Great, just what Navin needed, a display of obvious threat. Apparently Isha wasn’t too happy to see him.

He cleared his throat, balancing back on the pads of his feet. “I’m Navin Citrakaya.”

“Is that supposed to mean something to me, cub?” Isha hissed, lifting his upper lip and displaying his glistening canines.

Navin shifted in place. “I’m Agni and Avani Citrakaya’s son. Rajiv’s brother.” His voice got quieter and more hesitant the more he spoke.

Isha stared back at him, flicking his tail idly.

“I-I wanted to ask you for help.”

“And I should give it to you, because…”

Navin stepped nervously forward. “Because I’ll die if you don’t.”

“So?”

“So?” Navin repeated, incredulously. “I’m talking about my life here!”

Isha lashed out, grabbing him around the neck with a powerful grip. “Don’t tempt me or I might just save Pran the trouble of killing you,” he growled.

Navin gasped, drawn to his toes by the crushing grip. Isha released him carelessly, his point made clear. He watched while Navin struggled to take in air. “How did you know it was Pran?” he managed to gasp out.

“Everyone’s heard of your troubles, cub. It’s not exactly a secret.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Navin considered the big man in front of him. “What do I need to do to convince you to help me?”

Isha stared at him, his golden eyes piercing. He turned, giving Navin his back. “You have nothing I need.”

Navin couldn’t believe it. He was going to leave! Isha couldn’t leave, not after he’d come all this way to get him. He had to find something to make Isha want to help.

“Please, I’ll do anything,” Navin implored, grabbing on to Isha’s arm. The muscles jerked under his fingers. He could barely wrap his hand around the big biceps. Isha was simply massive.

Stepping around to face the larger man, he blinked up at him. “Please, just tell me what to do. I need your help.”

Isha purred, a deep rumbling coming up from his chest. “Is that right? You’ll do anything for me? What exactly are you willing to do?”

Pacing forward, forcing Navin to back up, Isha towered over him. Navin was suddenly nervous, his tail quivering. This sudden change of interest had him confused. What exactly was Isha getting at?

“Well, I-I… yeah. I’ll do anything. I’ll end up dead if I don’t do something. This is serious.”

“Mmm, yes, it is very serious. You see, I have something that needs to be tended to, and I do believe you may be the best person for the job. Are you willing to go through a little… test… to see if you suit?”

Navin swallowed. “Uh, yeah, I could go through a test. Right now?”

He didn’t quite like the look on Isha’s face. Just minutes ago Isha had looked as if he couldn’t care less about Navin. He’d been bored with the entire discussion, and now there was a particularly crafty gleam in his eye. Navin didn’t trust it. What would Isha ask him to do?

Navin bumped against something behind him. Swiveling his head, he realized Isha had backed him into a tree. He was trapped between the hard wood at his back and the large bulk of Isha at his front. He widened his eyes, studying the other man. “Ummm… Do you want to know the details about Pran? I should probably tell you what you’re up against.”

“Does it look as if I care about the details? I don’t give a shit about you or your problems. I’ll keep you safe as long as you please me. Disappoint me at any step and you’ll be out on your ass finding another protector. Now, I don’t have time to waste. This is your choice. Do you consent to be mine?”

Navin swallowed hard. “If you’re talking about what I think you are, then yes, I consent.”

Isha purred. His fingers went to the cloth at his hips, untying the knot at the side holding it in place. With deft movements, he had the cloth undone, falling to the ground. Navin couldn’t take his gaze off the cream fabric. He was afraid of looking higher. He hadn’t exactly expected this.

That didn’t mean he was particularly upset by this turn of events, but he hadn’t allow himself more than a faint hope Isha would want him sexually. Wait -- this was sexual, right? Wow, he’d be embarrassed if he went down to his knees only to find out that Isha removed his loincloth for some other reason.

Navin raised his eyes, following the muscular calves and thighs in front of him, studying the pattern of Isha’s stripes. He tore his gaze away before he looked at his groin, quickly studying the other man’s stomach. The orange fur gave way to soft white strands on his belly. He wanted to curl his fingers in that thick mat, see if it was as silky as it looked.

“What will it take to please you?” Navin was proud that his voice didn’t shake. It wasn’t easy keeping his tone nonchalant, but he thought he managed to pull it off.

“Oh, I think you know,” Isha purred. “On your knees.”