(A series of sketches I did for Rhazzazor a few years ago. I held off from posting them til his story was completed)

Soul of the Tiger pt.1

Shereen looked at the stars painted onto the ceiling of her room. Ever since she had arrived in this harem, she had marveled at all these details and when they had given her her own room, she had received one that wasn’t as lush furnished, but still had this beautiful depiction of the night skies deep blue and white.

The jackal lay on her bed, arms crossed behind her head. So much had happened in just this short amount of time. She had gone from a prisoner, threatened to be executed for trespassing, to a harem girl to a honored guest with many privileges - and she had met a girl who adored her. Odd, she was into men right? She had always been but that was before anyone had found out that Shereen sighed. Maybe she should stop thinking too much. She looked down at her own resting body. Her bra was skimpy enough to catch any man’s attention and she was thankful that her loincloth which, while accenting her hips, covered her crotch with loose fabric.

“My so thoughtful again?” She suddenly heard Keshi’s voice as the feline hybrid slumped down next to her.

When Shereen had met Keshi for the first time, the warrior princess had been a guard at the harem. Tough, confident, distant. And yet, from the first moment on, Keshi had cared for and protected Shereen. Now, in her chambers, the feline showed a very different side of her personality. She had happily put on the revealing attire of a harem girl and there was a playful purring in her voice as she turned to Shereen.
“I was just thinking about something, hey want something to drink?” Shereen asked, sitting up.
Keshi wrapped a strong arm around Shereens waist, her other hand ended on her exposed leg: “Oh no, you’ll stay right here.” Keshi whispered into her ear.
“What are you up to?” Shereen asked, reaching around. She didn’t know why she touched Keshi’s leg, but she told herself it was for support.
“I enjoyed last night and I know you did so as well, you won’t leave this bed until we’ve done it again.”
Shereen protested weakly as Keshi already kissed her neck, eager fingers working on her top. Soon, the piece of cloth fell from her ample chest and Keshi reached around to grope both of her firm breasts, pushing her own chest into Shereens back as she did: “See, I know what you like.” She purred, playing gently with those perky nipples.

“Keshi, you - you are making me feel so - I don’t know if this is right.” Shereen whimpered, she closed her eyes, struggling with those odd, previously unknown feelings.
“What is it? We are just two girls playing, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Keshi replied. Her right hand travelled down Shereen’s chest, feeling the arch of her lowest ribs just palpable under the brown fur. Then she stroked down that flat abdomen, feeling as her muscles tensed when her left stroke the jackals cheek and turned her face towards her own. Soon, Shereen felt full lips on hers, and, giving up all her resistance, she opened her mouth as their tongues met for an inexperienced but alluring kiss.