Hey guys, long time no see! Okay, so here's the sitch; I had to move out of my mother's house back in February of 2015 due to her boyfriend at the time threatening to kill me, my daughter's father and take my daughter away from me. Then, when I went to start typing on my desktop-where ALL of my other stories at-I find out that the video card has died. I decided to start over from scratch when my daughter's father-my ex boyfriend-beat me back in June of 2015 all because he was in a drunken rage and I wouldn't let him hold the baby because I was afraid that he might hurt her. Which then led to my daughter and I having to move back in with my mother and her boyfriend-who she recently got rid off because he threatened both her and my younger sister and I have damn near NO INTERNET. So, all of my other stories are now, officially, on permanent hiatus, until I can get a brand new PC, because the combined efforts of my father and my mother's ex-boyriend killed both mother board and hard drive in it. *sighs* Oh well, moving on! Also, this takes place during and after the 1985's series; it starts in the episode with the brutemen; don't remember which episode that is, but we shall find out, won't we? Now, Lion-O, if you would please read the disclaimer!

Lion-O: I would be delighted. ROSEWHIP889 DOES NOT OWN THUNDERCATS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS; SHE MERELY OWNS THE OCS AND THE NON-THUNDERCAT PLOTLINES.

That's right! If I did, then no one would be able to really see Lion-O much.

Lion-O: *blushes*

Summary: Ever since she turned 21, Emma Rossin has had weird dreams of a cat-like man on a strange planet. Then she is one day captured by mutants and taken to Third Earth to work as a slave alongside the brutemen. When the ThunderCats arrive to rescue the brutemen, she escapes but is injured in the process. When she is found, she is found by none other than the man who has been haunting her dreams! It is then she finds out why she's been dreaming of him; it is her duty to protect and keep him safe. Can she do this and keep from falling in love with the strange lion-like man, or is it already too late? Rated M for blood, adult language, innuendoes, violent scenes, and lemons. Lion-O/OC.

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"Talking"

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The Lion's Protector and Mate

Chapter One: It Begins

~STORY START~

~ENTER DREAM~

~EMMA'S P.O.V.~

Clawed hands gently cupped my face as the owner's lips met mine in a slow, gentle and lover-like way. The hands left my face and roamed down my body in an almost exploratory manner as the lips pulled away from mine and I opened my eyes to meet ginger-orange eyes, filled with love and adoration, staring down at me. Long, wavy scarlet-red hair fell over his shoulders and my eyes fell onto his thick, muscular chest and abdomen, covered in caramel fur. My eyes wandered over his build, taking in all the muscles that this man had and then locking back onto his face. The fur around his eyes and mouth was a light-cream colored and he had black tear-drop markings right below his eyes. The only thing that he was currently wearing was a loincloth, leaving nothing to the imagination; I wore only my bra and underwear.

Reaching up, I gently laid a hand on the left side of his face and rubbed the sideburns on that side, smiling softly as he closed his eyes and let out a gentle purr. My hand then traveled up to his forehead, where I entwined my fingers in the hair that formed his heart-shaped hairline. Combing my fingers through his hair, I sat up as he leaned back and met his lips again, this time of my own accord. He gently traced the claws on his right hand down my side and I inhaled sharply as pleasure swept through me. I placed my hands on his chest and played with the soft fur. I felt a growl emanate from his chest and he gently pushed me back down onto my back.

"If you don't stop teasing me, I may not be able to go slow and gentle with you." He said, his voice deep and rough with arousal, causing me to shiver.

"Who said I wanted it to be slow and gentle?" I teased softly and he roughly captured my lips, nipping my bottom lip with his fangs, drawing blood in the process.

He pulled back and I watched as he licked my blood off his fangs before he snaked his arm underneath my back and unclipped my bra. He pulled away a bit and I raised an eyebrow as I watched him grab ahold of my underwear, using his fangs, and bit through the straps one at a time. When both straps were broken, he slid them out from underneath and I gave him a glare.

"That was my favorite pair." I said and he nuzzled the right side of my neck.

"I'll get you some new ones, don't worry, love." He murmured and his voice against the side of my neck sent chills down my spine.

"You know, it's not fair that I'm completely naked and you're still wearing your loincloth." I said before kissing his right temple and he sat up, pulling me with him.

"Then... let's correct that." He stated and before I knew, he was lying on his back with me sitting on his stomach.

I blinked at him in surprise before turning to look at his loincloth. I could see his member was straining against the fabric, and I quietly gulped in sudden nervousness before reaching down and slowly undid the straps. When the straps were untied, I removed the fabric and his member sprang into the air and I couldn't help but gawk at it. It was huge! Not only was it thick, but it was a good eight inches.

"Um... you sure that's gonna fit?" I asked and I heard him laugh before feeling him sit up and he wrapped his muscular arms around me.

"I'm positive; we'll just take it nice and slow." He said and I turned my head to face him. After a couple of seconds, I nodded and melded my lips with his before suddenly finding myself looking up at him again; he had switched out positions. He reached over to the desser next to his bed, opened the drawer, and pulled out a small bottle. He uncapped it and smeared some of it on his fingers before kneeling down between my thighs. Placing a kiss to the inside of one of my thighs, he slowly pushed one of his fingers inside my wet core and my back arched up off the bed.

A gasp escaped as he curled his finger, brushing a spot that made pleasure shoot down my spine and caused me to see stars. He paused, seeing my reaction, and then started to stimulate that spot. He added another finger and started scissoring, causing the entrance to widen to allow for something much larger than a finger to enter.

"Do you enjoy that, love?" He asked as he added a third finger, bringing about some discomfort that quickly went away as he curled all three digits, brushing that one sopt and the pleasure was more intense than it had been last time.

"Do... that... again." I panted lightly as the pleasure fled, and he leaned down to gently nip at my thigh.

"Patience, love, patience." He murmured, his hot breath hitting my leg, and I gave a small scoff.

"Speak for yourself there, buddy boy." I said, regaining my breath, and he chuckled.

"Point taken. Now..." He dwindled off as he removed his fingers, leaving me to feel empty, and I whimpered at the loss, only for the whimper to be completely cut short as I felt something stiff brush against the lips of my core. "Are you ready, my Queen?" He finished, and I moved my head, my eyes meeting his molten gaze, and I nodded.

Slowly pushing, he slid inside, briefly stopping at a barrier before pushing past, breaking it and sending a jolt of pain through me, causing tears to spring, unbidden, to my eyes, and I closed them, hoping to hide the tears before he noticed them. From the sudden stillness and then the feeling of a tongue sweeping across my eyes, I'd say that I failed. I heard a small deep-throated purr and I opened my eyes back up to see him staring down at me, adoration and love bright in them.

Catching my breath, I nodded to him and he gave a nod back before he slowly finished sliding all the way in. He paused for a couple minutes to allow me time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting at a slow pace. It was a little weird at first, being underneath this magnificent cat-man while he made love to me, but that soon went away as he sped up, he brushed against that spot again and I twitched as white-hot pleasure raced down my spine.

I let out a breathy moan, and he began angling himself so that he would hit that spot with each thrust. As his speed increased, I became emboldened and bucked upwards with my hips; that allowed him to slide in even deeper and he moaned an almost animalistic growl at the sensation. He placed his claws on either side of my head and began to pound into me. Leaning down, he placed butterfly kisses on my left shoulder, heading towards my neck and once he reached the junction of my neck and shoulder, he began to lightly nip at it.

I moaned and bucked again, this time in sync with his thrusts, and as I did, he collided with that spot inside and my vision flashed white as heat soared inside me and my insides quivered before exploding. As this happened, he threw his head back and released a loud and mighty roar as he slammed into me one more time before I felt him quiver and then I felt an extreme heat, hotter than what I had just experienced, fill me as he lowered his hed back down and his jaws clamped down on the junction, biting hard, and I felt a small trickle of blood travel down my shoulder. I gasped and that flooding feeling happened again as he continued to pulse within me. After what felt like an eternity, he finally collapsed on top of me, completely spent, as I was close to being one with the sheets, as I was spent as well. He lifted his head and examined the mark, which was still lightly bleeding, before he licked the mark clean.

"Well, if anyone doubted before, they won't be able to now; you belong to me, my Queen, and I to you." He said and I couldn't respond. "Are you okay, Emma?" He asked and I nodded.

"As well as can expected to be, dear." I said, and he gave a small tired laugh before rolling towards my right and landing on the bed next to me. I gently rolled over onto my right side and snuggled up to him, my left arm gingerly going across his midsection as his left hand began to play with my hair.

"Emma, dear, what would you think about the possibility of cubs in the future?" He asked and I looked up at him.

"Well, I think that we should be patient, my dear Lord." I replied and he rolled over onto his left side, causing me to face him and move myself from his person.

"You know that patience is not my strong suit, my dear." He said and I gave a small laugh.

"I know that all too well, my love, especially your tendency to run off into battle without making a plan first." I teased, and his caramel face turned a little darker before he raised his right hand and pushed me over onto my back, causing me to laugh at his childish actions. "Besides, why do we need cubs right now? You already act like a child!" I said, laughing as he stuck his tongue out at me before he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him so that I could lie on top of him, still covered by the blanket.

"You're so funny my love, that I forgot how to laugh." He said drily, and I merely replied by kissing his throat. "Seriously, though, cubs. What are your thoughts on them?" He asked seriously, and I placed my chin on his chest, looking him in the eyes.

"We can't really plan right now, not with Mumm-Ra and the mutants running amok, but anything can happen, my dear L-"

~END DREAM~

My eyes snapped open and I shot into a sitting position, my sheets soaked with sweat and other bodily fluids that I will not talk about; what the fuck was that?! That was, like, the 8th or 9th freaking dream that I have had since I turned 21 two weeks ago, and in every single one, I'm with that lion man, whether it be in a... sexual position, taking a walk through a garden with me appearing heavily pregnant, hanging out, or fighting mutants and protecting the other inhabitants on some distant planet, and it was really starting to get aggravating. Not to mention, in every dream, whenever I was either getting ready to speak his name, he would, or someone else was going to announce his name, I would wake up; all I know is that the first letter of his name is L.

Groaning out loud, I grabbed my face with my right hand and rubbed my eyes furiously; this was getting ridiculous! Giving a low growl, I threw my covers off of me, got off the bed, and stalked towards my bathroom. Flipping the switch, light filled the bathroom and I looked at myself in the mirror.

I didn't really see anything special about myself, not with my plae blonde-almost white-hair with natural black highlights, my light skin, and my amber-colored eyes. Hanging around my neck on a gold chain was a pendant with a red center that had a black cat head that was roaring. It was a gift from my great-grandmother, the person who raised me after my parents were killed by mutants; mutants liked to raid planets and kidnap people to keep and use or sell on other planets as slaves, and we would never know when they would strike.

Groaning in exasperation, I walked back into my room and grabbed some clothes so that I could take a shower. Climbing in, I scrubbed myself almost raw while trying to forget my dream, but I could still feel his hands-or claws-still on me, and it was almost as if no matter how much I would scrub, the feeling of his hands on me would never fade. Giving up, I finished showering, turned the water off, and dried off before pulling on my underclothes and then adorning a blank red t-shirt, a pair of blue Capri's, and a pair of hiking boots. Grabbing my keys, and making sure that my necklace was still around my neck, I headed out, making sure to lock my door behind me.

Heading off down the road, I didn't really have a destination in mind, but I needed to get moving to hopefully help to get my mind off of that godforsaken dream. With no real destination in mind, I tucked my hands in my pockets, enjoying the slight breeze blowing through my hair when, suddenly, it turned into a huge gust of wind, causing leaves to blow into my face. I brought my arms up to cover my face, wondering exactly what was going on.

"Run! It's the mutants!" I heard screams of terror fill the air, and my head snapped up in horror.

Sure enough, landing about a hundred yards away from me, was the ugliest ship that I had ever seen. It almost looked reptillian in design, with the ship being a reptile green color. Suddenly, I watched as a door slid open, and mutants came pouring out. There were giant lizards, monkeys, vultures, and jackals, all walking on two legs, and they towered over my five foot and four inches. Suddenly, one of them pointed at me, and I turned to run.

I had taken maybe ten steps when something wrapped around my ankles and I slammed, face first, against the ground, and the ground shook as something ran up to me. I tried to crawl away as fast as I could, but when something grabbed the back of my shirt, I quickly tucked my amulet down into my bra so that they hopefully wouldn't see it.

"Look, Commander, this one looks strong!" I looked over my shoulder to see one of the jackals holding onto my shirt; I squirmed and tried to grab ahold of its wrist.

"Let me go, you poor pathetic excuse of a dog!" I yelled as mutants swarmed past me, chasing after the other people, before the police showed up and began to open fire upon the mutants.

"Looks like we're only getting the one slave this time around. Jackal, hurry up and let's go!" A lizard shouted and the jackal started dragging me towards the ship.

Desperation filled me, and I reached out and slammed my fist right between his ribs; he dropped me with a yelp and I quickly tried to untangle whatever it was that was wrapped around my shins. It looked like a bolo, but before I could even get it unwrapped halfway, I felt a searing heat shoot past my right arm, and I jerked; they had just fired around me, grazing me in the process. Ignoring the pain, I continued to untangle the bolo, and when it was finally undone, I stood up, and took off running.

I was a couple yards away when, suddenly, I felt white-hot pain as something pierced my right leg and my left arm; they had just shot me, and I was now defenseless. I hit the ground, hard, and my blood started to stain the normally green grass red.

"Monkian, grab the human girl, and let's go! Knock her out if you have to!" I peered over my right shoulder in time to see a monkey walk up. Raising his fist, he brought it into play against the back of my head, and I fell into instant darkness.

Whoo, holy crap! I hope that this chapter can make up for lost time! However, please do not blame me if I don't hold my breath; I was gone for a good while, which I profusely apologize for. Please let me know what you guys thought about this chapter/story, and what I can do to improve it!

Remember, no flames, because all flames will be fed to the demons of hell.