On Becoming Eve

The next time I awoke, I was alone in the big bed. The same strange smells I remembered from before still filled the air but had been joined by the wonderful aroma of someone cooking something delicious. I slid out from under the covers and quickly got dressed, something tasteful but comfortable, appropriate for meeting Don Alejandro, I chose the same outfit I had worn to meet Senior Domingo, without the lacey push up bra, and with stylish pumps instead of the heels. I brushed my teeth and hair and applied modest makeup, opting for the simple version of the cat-like feature Sarah had shown me and that I had come to like so much. I put a headband in my hair and set out to find the source of those wonderful smells.

I found Victor and Sarah with a man that could have been anywhere between seventy and a hundred and seventy, it had to be Don Alejandro. They were watching something on a computer screen, I walked up behind them putting my hand on Sarah's shoulder and leaning down to kiss Victor on the cheek. It was the video of my fight with the coyotes, "Victor, you have to stop showing that to all your friends, you're going to embarrass me," Sarah and the two men turned away from the screen," Don Alejandro, I presume, I am Eve Sommers, it is so nice to meet you," I offered him my hand.

He took it in both of his and held it tight, he was very strong for a man on his deathbed," It is my pleasure, I wish I could rise as a gentleman should and greet you properly," the light in his eyes still burned bright and his scent was more powerful than Victors. The big cat agreed, something was off about this whole thing, "You are very impressive. I saw what you did to Enrique, and now this," he let go of my hand and pointed to the computer screen," I would like to see more, if the time permits."

I extended the claw from my index finger and hooked in under the feed for his oxygen drawing it slowly away from his body. I sensed a small tinge of nerves and pulled in the claw, smiling sweetly at the old man.

He laughed loudly, taking my hand again and kissing it, "I am so glad you are on our side my dear Eve. I pity your enemies," the old man's eyes sparkled, "Now I believe Margarita has our lunch ready," and we followed as Sarah wheeled Don Alejandro into the room that had been the source of all the wonderful aromas I had woken up to. It was as delicious at it had smelled, the men in the Santiago family did enjoy good food.

The rest of the afternoon was a flurry of activity that I recognized too well as the courtyard was prepared for the night's fiesta celebrating Victor and Sarah's return home after too long and absence. There would be no prostitutes this time but there would be a band and dancing and probably too much alcohol. It would be wonderful.

Victor and Sarah had run off to the stables to go for a ride. We had decided the horses might not take too kindly to the presence of a very large alpha predator, so I sat on a veranda watching the men work quickly and efficiently to finish the preparations for the party. The old man wheeled up next to me, "So, will you dance with your granddaughter tonight, Don Alejandro," I asked without looking at him," Victor has proven his worth; That is what your ruse is all about after all, is it not," I turned to look at the old man.

"How did you guess, may I know," he put his hand on my arm.

"I also have a very well-developed sense of smell, and I can sense your power. There is no weakness in you Don Alejandro, I pity your enemies as well," I nodded at the old man and placed my hand on top of his, "You and Victor feel very much the same to me; I think you are both good men in a very hard world who will do whatever is necessary to protect what is yours."

Come Alejandro nodded at me," You are also very wise. Victor has chosen well. Your wisdom and strength remind me of my Angelina," he crossed himself.

"I am sorry for your loss, Sarah's Abuela?"

"Si, cancer took her many years ago. It was difficult," I could feel his sadness," but you, you are strong, you will be good for Victor, I can tell," he patted my arm gently," now come and let me show you my home," Don Alejandro pulled the oxygen from his face and stood up and offered me his hand. The old man was a good three inches taller than Victor, with broad powerful shoulders and very handsome. I took his hand and just listened as he told me his story as we wandered from room to room.

The story was full of life, love and romance, tragedy and death, hardship and victory. He shared his version of the boy that had stolen the chicken; Victor had left some very interesting details out of his version. The whipping was the same. Don Alejandro had intended it to be much shorter and to quickly break the spirit of the young boy so he could be molded into a good soldier; Victor had not broken and had become his son instead.

When Victor and Sarah returned, we were back on the veranda laughing loudly as Don Alejandro shared story after story of the defiant young Victor and all the trouble he had gotten into at school and then at University; Victor had a degree in International Business from the University of Madrid.

Victors expression was surprise that quickly faded to understanding when he saw Don Alejandro, Sarah's was elation as she ran to her grandfather and hugged him fiercely as he stood to great her.

I reached out and took Victor's hand, trying not to laugh as the stories his father had shared ran through my mind. He looked at Don Alejandro and then at me, rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss me. We both started laughing. Victor slid into my chair, lifting me into his lap and Sarah sat next to her grandfather as the old man continued with his stories, Victor would jump in and 'correct' key points when he felt he was being portrayed unfairly. We talked and laughed until the guests for the fiesta began to arrive and Margarita shooed us off the veranda to go get dressed for the party.

The party was amazing, everybody that was anybody in the town was there; I met the Mayor, Chief of Police, the entire town council, and so many business leaders I couldn't keep them all straight. They all respected Don Alejandro and many of them loved him.

Sarah and her grandfather took the first dance with Victor and me joining them in the slow waltz. When we were done and had accepted the applause of our guests, the band exploded into a cacophony of sound, regional and traditional songs filled the night, the dance floor was never empty. I found that I could easily follow Victor and eagerly accepted the offers to dance with Don Alejandro and a few very select others of whom Victor approved. Sarah had more dance partners than anyone as every eligible man at the party tried to take a place on her dance card, "if they only knew," I laughed to myself.

Victor stole me away from the party to a dark corner away from the crowd and kissed me hard, we made out like school kids at the prom, as the promise of later that night filled my head.

Their smell almost made me sick as I heard them approach; I pulled from Victors embrace, grabbed his wrist and squeezed, hard, answering the confusion in his face, "Enrique," he understood and, pushing me behind him, stepped up to confront the two men that appeared out of the darkness, evil grins on their faces and knives at the ready.

Before I knew what was happening, one of the men lay on the ground, his scrotum crushed by Victor's violent kick, the other was pinned to the wall, his feet a good foot from the ground, Victor had picked the man up with one hand,"Quien, Who" Victor hissed? The man didn't answer. Victor repeated himself and started to squeeze. The defiance in the man's face didn't falter.

I stepped up next to Victor," Por favor," I cocked my head to one side and smiled as the claws grew from my fingers and I bared my teeth? The expression on the man's face changed, showing his fear, but he still refused to answer. I used my index finger to draw a thin red line down his chest stopping briefly as each of the buttons of his shirt fell to the ground. I undid his belt, pulled his pants down and knelt, taking one of his testicles between the claws of my thumb and middle finger, "Por favor, contesta, Answer, please," I look up at the man's face and knew my meager Spanish was just enough to fully relay the consequences of refusal.

"Salazar," the man whispered," Salazar," There was no defiance left.

Victor nodded and I brought the tips of my claws together, the man screamed and fainted. I stood up and Victor let him fall to the ground as we went to find Don Alejandro.

"Salazar sent men, to this house, to my house, and tonight of all nights," The rage that flashed in the old man's eyes was quickly replaced by a calm determination as he pulled out his phone and made a single call. He smiled broadly at me and Victor and sent a few men to clean up what we had left behind, the party continued as if nothing had happened

By the time the band had left and the last of the guests were gone, I was nestled at Victor's feet with my head on his lap, listening as he serenaded me with the Guitar he had bought from someone in the band for three times what it was worth. His fingers light on the strings, his voice lifted Spanish love songs to the stars. I listened with my eyes closed, purring softly until Don Alejandro wandered by with a young woman about my age on his arm, "Victor, you better take her to bed before I do," He laughed raucously and I hissed at him. The young lady tugged at his arm, pulling him up the stairs and we all laughed. I had been right, there was nothing weak about the old man. Victor set the guitar down and offered me his hand. And I nestled close under his arm as he took me to bed.

I took my time undressing Victor as he lay on the large bed, studying his body in the moonlight, memorizing every inch, tracing his scars with my fingers and then caressing them with my lips. I ran my fingers lightly over his chest and stomach before I slowly unbuckled his belt, I could sense the bulge in his crotch begging for release just as I could feel my own hunger and lust raging within me. His linen trousers slid softly down his dark muscular legs; I slid my hands slowly from his ankles to his thighs, tracing the outline of his massive quads and salivating as my fingers followed the lines, venturing under his boxers, I felt him shudder as I slowly stroked his manhood before I pulled his boxers down as I had his pants. I sat back and admired him as if it was the first time, I had ever seen him naked, slowly running my hands from his toes to his chest and then using my hair to softly caress the very same places. Victor had started to moan softly, "Oh Eve, Eve, Eve..." he repeated over and over as I continued to tease him.

I sat back and took his hand and using his own fingers, began to trace delicate lines up and down his cock. When he understood, I slipped off the bed and slowly undressed myself, admonishing him if he stopped fondling himself or started to get to aggressive with his task. When I was naked, I slid my own fingers between my legs and began massaging my wetness, thrusting them deep inside me before I climbed back onto the bed, offering them to Victor to suck and lick clean. I could sense the growing tension in Victors body and slid down his body placing my mouth just above his throbbing erection, blowing my hot breath on him, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue just in time to catch his eruption, and slowly slid him deep in my mouth.

Pulling my hair back behind my ear, I smiled up ay Victor, opening my mouth slightly, showing him my prize before I swallowed and licked my lips letting him know how much I appreciated the precious gift he had given me, "Oh fuck, Eve," he moaned again.

"Not just yet, my dear," I smiled at him again and took him back in my mouth, this time all the way down my throat. I took my time enjoying the feeling of him in my mouth as he quickly got hard again, my lips and tongue engaged in an intricate dance up and down his shaft, sucking at his balls and retracing their path to once again take him beep in my throat. His second orgasm was more intense than the first and I smiled as I slid up his body and lay my head on his chest, letting him know it was his turn to play.

Victor had taken a note from Sarah's book and produced two velvet ropes with fur cuffs from beside the bed, he fastened one end of each to the headboard and we wrestled and laughed as I pretended to object to being tied down again, when he finally attached the second cuff to my wrist, I was dripping with anticipation and he was sitting on my chest his erection in full force, gently nestled between my rising breasts. When he slipped the blindfold over my eyes, the slight trepidation I felt was quickly quashed by my excitement. As I had done to him, Victor spent long minutes tracing the lines of my body with his fingers and his lips and tongue, following the lines of my muscles and taking note of the small cuts and scars I had earned in my fights with the coyotes and wolves. He suckled on my fingers and then my toes, giving each an attention indicating they were the most sensuous part of my body and, at that moment, they were. My moans began to turn to purrs. He kissed me softly and began moving slowly down my body, his tongue leaving a trail of intense tingling sensations that radiated to my crotch, By the time he slid his tongue into my wetness, I has trembling, when he began to suck my clit, the spasms shook my whole body and I let out a soft scream.

Victor continued caressing, licking and sucking, drawing out the orgasm, tremor after tremor surging through my body, until I begged him to stop; I was drenched in sweat and my body ached as he lay down next to me, licking the salty sweat from my breasts and moaning softly. I felt his hardness against my thigh and knew we were not done; Victor entered me, thrusting slowly searching to find the spot he had found before, my body arched uncontrollably when he found it and he began moving into me more and more vigorously. My claws were spasming in and out of my fingers and my purring had become a mixture of purrs a, growls and hisses as the intensity built, when Víctor thrust deep inside me, filling me with his seed, my body tensed and the headboard cracked. I am sure the entire compound heard me roar.

Victor was already up when I awoke, which didn't surprise me; a single rose and a note, "I love you," was on his pillow next to me. I smiled as I got up and got dressed, noting the subtle soreness in my body and smiling at the reason, I put the rose behind my left ear and folded the note slipping it into my bra close to my heart. The bed had not collapsed, but it would need some attention. I had lost track of Sarah last night; when I checked her room, I found her snuggly in the embrace of a beautiful young woman I had seen her chatting with at the party. They began to shift and move as soft moans indicate the morning would soon be theirs as well, I smiled left them to the joy of waking up in each other's arms and went downstairs to see what wonderful surprises Margarita had for us.

After breakfast, Don Alejandro asked Victor and me to join him in his office; after 'further discussion' with Don Alejandro's men, the man I had convinced to talk the night before had admitted that Salazar had sent the man to our home, as well as himself and one other here, to take care of Domingo and then Victor, the only two serious contenders to take over Don Alejandro's business. The empty space left by the chaos when the old man died would be easy to fill. Already broken, it had not been difficult to get the information. I was convinced the man died anyway.

The television was on an American channel, the news was all about how a late night raid on a powerful Mexican cartel had been executed by Mexican officials and the DEA, taking down the huge Salazar crime family, netting thousands of pounds of cocaine and methamphetamine, and a couple billion dollars in cash, exposing a child trafficking and prostitution operation in the process. Mexican authorities talked about the blow the drug trade it represented. The old man laughed as they swore the money was going to be used to continue the fight against drugs and corruption. I strongly suspected that a significant 'reward' was going to make its way to Don Alejandro's pocket.

"Thank you for your assistance last night, and welcome to the family," the old man never looked away from the screen. Victor wrapped his arms around my waist, kissed me on the cheek and squeezed lightly. I pulled his arms tight around me as the reports showed the carnage wrought on those who had tried to harm us. With a single phone call and without ever leaving his home, Senior Don Alejandro Santiago had laid waste a powerful enemy; I played with the ring on my finger, for the first time understanding the full measure of what it had meant when I accepted it. I leaned back against Victor's chest as the big cat purred loudly in my head. I had never felt safer.

The remainder of our stay was as wonderful as it was uneventful. The large black stallion at the stables and I had come to an understanding, accepting each other as equals, if not entirely allies, a few carrots and an apple and I was able to join Victor and Sarah on rides into the beautiful countryside.

I spent a few nights hunting, sharing the energy of the kill with Victor when I returned. He, Sarah, and I, spent several days exploring the small town near the compound enjoying the incredible hospitality of our neighbors with the understanding that the police were watching closely, as much to protect us as they were the people of the town. Sarah wandered off on her own a few times returning with the unmistakable scent and glow of an encounter with her new friend. Don Alejandro had asked for a more involved display of my abilities and I obliged, giving him a demonstration like the one I had given Sarah, this time a large boar. It had been a good fight and the carnitas the next day were delicious. To say he was impressed would not do justice to his reaction. I'm pretty sure he enjoyed seeing me naked, too.

I found that the prospect of our flight home didn't bother me as much as the flight down had and drifted off into a peaceful sleep not long after we took to the air, using Victor as a pillow.

"Eve, Eve, wake up, we're home," It was Victor's voice and I could feel his warm body beneath me, but something was off, he smelled different. I opened my eyes and looked around confused about where I was, "come on, 'girlfriend', everybody else is already off the plane and I can't move until you do," he laughed, his kind eyes and welcome smile brought me to my senses. For some reason, I thought the plane would be different. Frances, or the 'old lady', as we had called her, smiled sweetly at me, giving me a knowing nod, as she moved past us down the aisle to the planes exit; she was an anthropology professor at The University and had joined us for the last leg of our trek. It hit me how much she reminded me of a big cat, with her large almost yellow eyes and sharp features. I thought for a minute about all the stories she had shared with us around the collection of flashlights and lanterns we had called a campfire, about her studies into Native American culture and especially its mythologies. Memories of my dreams, a different world, a different life, ran through my mind.

Victor was tall and strong, his dark features and deep brown eyes made for a very attractive package. He was as gay as he was handsome and had saved me by sharing a tent and agreeing to be my 'boyfriend' during our trek over the Pacific Crest Trail, protecting me from any unwanted advances from the others; I was the only girl in a group of twelve. Joe and his brothers Alex, and Hank; especially Hank, had been a bit of a problem, but Victor had helped me keep them at bay. Hank had tried to force himself on me once and Victor had immediately made him regret it.