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Night of the Leopards (Story commission done for DRLa )

Derek found it strange for a farmer to have two leopards as guard animals. What surprised him even more, however, was the stark difference in their personality.

Mara, a panther slightly taller than her companion, possessed the air of confidence necessary for her duty. Her male companion, a sandy colored leopard going by the name of Anton, cringed at the sight of Derek instead of snarling and snapping at him, tail curled between his legs.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm just a guest here, obviously disturbed by the commotion you two stirred outside my room," he said to the two felines. They wouldn't understand his words, but getting them accustomed to the tone of his voice helped. His host gave him leave to interact with the leopards however he deemed fit, even bringing up Mara's heat as more than just an off-handed remark.

It made sense, for the farmer to have Mara's need addressed by one of her kind, minus the risk of impregnation, but that still bothered Derek. Just because Mara happened to be a panther, it didn't mean he could just claim her right off the bat...or could he?

At first, Derek spent some time familiarizing with the two leopards, allowing them to explore his body, his scent, and his clothing. Once Mara's aggression died down and Anton stopped jumping back at every small reaction or word that he said, he gave the two leopards some much needed massage one at a time.

Or so he hoped, until Mara chased Anton away for her second time in Derek's hands. That left Derek with but one choice: ease them both onto their back, and tend to them at the same time.

He positioned himself between the two leopards, keeping Anton enraptured in the reverie created by his sensuous neck massage. Mara, on the other hand, lacked his reservation, or innocence, or perhaps both of the things. She hissed and grumbled as he attempted to knead at the fluff of her neck, wiggling her body expectantly, the wave-like motions guiding his hand toward her lower belly.

Derek's heartbeats quickened. His temples pounded with renewed vigor, the customary wave of adrenaline accompanying the taboo aspect of what he was about to do. Other people in his position might have reconsidered their course of action, but not Derek; not when presented with such gorgeous specimen at the height of her heat. The barely perceptible rosettes marring Mara's sleek coat added to her alluring beauty, as did the pinkness of her paw pads. An unusual color, more so than her aquamarine eyes.

Yet it wasn't her unblemished fur that seized Derek's breath; not her eyes that fascinated him, but her sex. He ought to have loathed himself for falling prey to such base desires, but Mara's beauty extended even to her genitals, if that was even possible. A tender pink isle, encroached by darkening fur, glistened in the pale moonlight due to the film of arousal coating it. The thinning fur receded into al almost perfect oval shape, pink as her pads, lacking any visible crease. Her pursed lips had the firm tightness specific to a virgin, the rift separating them offering Derek no view of her heat-drenched insides.

Derek closed his eyes for a split moment, inhaling a deep breath meant to subdue the throbs wracking his member. He only now noticed the soggy texture of his precum-soaked underwear, lukewarm and irritating to his sensitive barbs. It made him feel terribly selfish, to ponder on his own need while Mara practically thrashed while caught in the throes of her heat, but the weeks of travel had left him in desperate need of a female to share his load with.

Not yet, Derek reasoned. First, you have to gain her trust. After that, she is all yours.

Coincidentally, the way to Mara's heart was through her heat-drenched pussy, with Anton's lack of initiative only serving to amplify her need for sexual release. As soon as the tip of Derek's index finger landed on her slick, heated vulva, the panther's frame stiffened. Several visible shudders rippled through her frame, her tail invitingly splaying across the ground to give him full control over that heavenly spot.

Derek licked his lips in a failed attempt to catch the fragrance wafting from her sex upon his tongue. It had a potent, almost choking odor, heavy with pheromones that made his head light and his cock harden like it never did before. Were his hands not busy tending to the two leopards, Derek would have unlaced his trousers and grab himself right then and there.

No. Not like that. Not with a female like Mara, splayed on her back, her opening at the mercy of his swirling finger. She deserved better, and so did he. If only it was just the two of them...

More than once had Derek felt the temptation of chasing Anton away. His right hand was wasted on his neck, gently scratching away at the black mottled fur on his neck, keeping him frozen in a state of blissful calm. And yet, the male's presence was the only reason Derek restrained himself while he was slowly but surely winning Mara over.

He considered adding a second finger, but her vulva was so small, even the fingerpad of his forefinger covered it completely. Derek moved it in a circular pattern, gradually increasing the pressure on her entrance. Though he pulled her flesh to the side to steal a glimpse of her sunken insides every now and then, he never penetrated her. For now, he simply relished the sweltering touch of her heat-stricken flesh, along with the rivulets of arousal gushing past her lips whenever her muscles quaked in a sudden burst of euphoria.

Derek lifted his finger off Mara's lips to avoid bringing her to climax. Such pleasure should be kept for the main course. Besides, he needed to confirm a nagging suspicion regarding Anton, and the only way to do that was to bring his soggy finger to the male's nose.

Anton's eyes snapped open. His tongue lashed out of his mouth, hungrily lapping the liquid heat off Derek's finger, member blooming into a full erection in the blink of an eye. The moment he gazed upon Mara, however, his panic got the better of him, forcing the male to get onto his fours and accept Derek's claim on his female.

Wonderful. Whatever history these two shared, it seemed to play in Derek's favor.

With his competition out of the way, Derek unclothed himself, his heart beginning to flutter once Mara's eyes caught sight of his member. Her lips wrinkled, a distrustful hiss freezing Derek in place. To help pacify the female, he reached out for her pussy a second time, but Mara rolled on her fours before he had the chance to touch her.

"Mrrrrr....." a low growl simmered in her throat. She paced around, her austere gaze dancing between him and his cock, until she simply...stopped, back facing Derek.

The anthro panther quirked an eyebrow at her tail which flicked invitingly from side to side, curling across her back every now and then in open invitation. Why was she standing, however? Wasn't she supposed to lie down on her belly?

Why does it even matter? She extended her offer, yet you are as stiff and undecided as Anton.

Pushed forth by equal parts lust and fear of being rejected, Derek shuffled toward Mara, lowering himself onto his knees before her pussy.

"Rrrah!" The panthress grumbled at him, chiding his indecision through a smack across his chest with her tail.

Derek caught it mid-swing, pulling it upward, challenging Mara's growl with his rougher, deeper one.

"You extended offer, which means you are mine."

His hands locked around her flanks, claws pricking her ribs to hold her in place. Then, with a sudden jerk of his hips, Derek plunged himself into the panthress' moist, heated tunnel, her sharp hiss dwarfing his muffled groan of pleasure.

Derek soothed her discomfort by rubbing away at her flanks and back, whispering calming words to his mate while he gently rocked his loins against her haunches. Two thrusts, and her arousal already encased the entirety of his member, making the subsequent strokes all the more enjoyable.

"You're so...tight and wet," Derek said out loud, his mind still reeling in disbelief at how hot and humid the feral panther was down there. He had never known a feral to be so eager, so receptive for the touch of another, yet Mara's pussy squelched and dribbled gooey strands down their nethers with every thrust.

The female's snarl deepened, while her vocalization raised in pitch. It unnerved Derek, to be scrutinized throughout the entirety of their copulation, but at the same time, it also felt like a challenge, one that he planned to overcome.

Instead of quickening his pace, Derek added more might to his thrusts, sinking the entirety of his girth into her through sudden, quaking motions. Mara's frame trembled every time their legs slammed together, eyes growing dimmer, hazier, until they finally shuttered.

The panthress whipped her head back, a feral yowl erupting from her chest in unison with a tide of hot, rich, potent female cum. It bathed Derek's cock, lathering every barb in that slippery lubrification, urging him to abandon himself to the thrill of pleasure.

Her repeated, clenching motions already sending spikes of pleasure through Derek's loins, the anthro panther had no choice but to oblige. The claws of his fingers sank further into Mara's sides, the quick, terse motion of his hips building that unfathomable pressure at the base of his member bit by bit. When he felt himself slipping away, Derek plunged himself into Mara as deep as he could, roaring his claim on her to the very skies as his seed poured out of him in thick, sudden bursts.

Mara's muscles tightened around him just after the first wave, contracting sporadically to help ease the flow of cum out of his throbbing shaft. To a male who hadn't mated in weeks, that felt absolutely divine, every ounce of Derek's concentration poured into that blissful moment of utter abandon.

"You...are the best lay...I've ever had," Derek said while he tapered off inside Mara, rubbing her sides affectionately, relishing every second spent inside her trembling canal.

Mara, however, had other plans. Now filled to the brim with his seed, she disengaged from her mate to perform the customary roll on her back.

Derek stumbled back a few steps, crumpling onto the grass, panting in exhilaration. Mara's soft, melodious growls were as subtle as her lips, now painted a stark white by the copious amount of seed he had ejaculated into her. A strange, illusive sense of guilt crept into his mind, chiding him for interfering in what ought to had been Anton's duty.

Derek considered it for a moment before dismissing it outright. Though the civilized world might frown upon what transpired here, today, his instinct had been true. Anton failed to lay claim upon a receptive female, so Derek, a fellow panther, stepped in to correct the error.

Besides, he had done an excellent job, all things considered. Two weeks spent on the road absent a willing female to relieve his load into were bound to lessen the endurance of any male, yet he still succeeded in giving Mara not one, but two quick, successive orgasms.

The picture of perfection, that of a female basking in her afterglow, was quickly ruined by Anton's amusing desperation. The male paced back and forth, tail tip flicking nervously, ruddy member rock-hard and dripping. At first, the timid male was content with simply sniffing Mara's fragrance twined with Derek's musky seed wafting from the female's pussy, but that cocktail of pheromones quickly had him enraptured. Mara's heat was a familiarity to him, but to smell the seed of an alpha splattered all over her vulva? Now that was bound to trigger a reaction from him.

Derek leaned forward, knees tucked to his chest, his bare toes kneading at the grass in anticipation. Would he take offense at the outsider who spilled his seed into his female? Or accept his superiority?

Derek quirked an eyebrow when Anton's black nose connected with Mara's soppy pussy, and a light chuckle escaped him as the male began to hungrily lap their combined juices off her vulva. The barbs littering his tongue earned him a hiss of reprimand from Mara, who lashed out with her claws at the base creature who dared interrupt her relaxation.

Anton darted back faster than expected, swirling tongue catching the small gobs of seed marring his muzzle and rolling them into his mouth. The sheer lewdness of watching a submissive male take such interest in his juice sparked a tingle within Derek's groin, toes curling along the grassy bedding.

"Come to me," Derek beckoned at the African leopard who paused to regard him suspiciously. Submissive as he might be, Anton's instinct still painted Derek as an unwanted intruder into his life, dreary as it was.

"You rogue. You're making me work for it, eh? Lucky for you, I feel in a generous mood."

Derek pushed himself up, approaching the wary male slowly, carefully. A stride would have seen Anton onto his back in no time, male goods presented for Derek's pleasure.

He didn't want mere obedience from Anton, however, but trust, and in order to develop this bond, Derek had to consider the male's emotions as well. He started by stretching his hand toward him, crouching to his level when the leopard still refused to make his approach. By eliminating the size discrepancy, Anton's reluctance lessened, and before Derek knew it, the male was already nuzzling the soft pads of his palm.

"That's it," he whispered, rolling his fingers through the lush fur of his cheeks and neck. "I'm your friend. I only want what's best for you."

The leopard responded with a satisfied growl, leaning into Derek's touch, practically begging for more of his attention. It became obvious to Derek that the male was a late bloomer; it might take him a while to accept somebody, but once that connection formed, all of Anton's apprehension would drift away like clouds scattering before the sun.

Derek, of course, held onto his patience, still intent on easing the male into what was about to happen. First, he familiarized himself with the rest of Anton's lean but strong body, starting with his shoulders. He gave those a thorough massage, undoing the tension present in the muscles before moving down his back and along his flanks. The long, sluggish strokes applied to the length of his spine helped relax Anton so much that the male began to stretch before Derek's very eyes.

"That's the reaction I like to see," Derek said, patting Anton's back, using the caress across his haunches to slowly turn Anton around until his behind greeted Derek's face.

For such a stiff, fearful specimen, Anton sure had a beautiful equipment. His full, plump sack had the satisfying firmness of youth, the orbs encased in a pouch lined with a thin layer of sandy colored fur. His tiny sheath was taut and stretched to its limits by the pink, engorged member jutting out of it, every barb prominent and visible due to Anton's heightened state of arousal.

The musk--if it could even be called such due to its tamer touch--had smooth, sweet undertones, specific to a young, inexperienced, hesitant specimen who hadn't yet unlocked his full potential. Derek licked his chops at the sight of that delicious rod, Anton's enticing smell deep within his nostrils. It nurtured Derek's desire like oil poured over a fire, feeding that part of him which had always craved to initiate a male into the world of pleasure.

He could wait no longer. He had to get a taste of Anton's virgin cock, to feel the delightful texture of barbs upon his tongue, to nose that cute, perky pouch of his.

Without any warning to poor Anton, Derek's tongue wrapped around the male's cock from behind and dragged it into moist, wet confines of his mouth.

"Rrrarrr!" Anton growled in sudden euphoria, his hindquarters immediately squatting into the customary mating position, cock slipping out of Derek's grasp as Anton began to hump the air. Hilarious as that looked, Derek had no time to waste. He lowered himself flat on the ground, sneaking his head under Anton and turning his neck sideway to receive his taut meat straight into his mouth. As soon as that happened, Derek molded his tongue into a makeshift cylinder, granting Anton the closest thing that could come to a pussy.

His cock wrapped from three sides by the humid, warm, textured surface of Derek's tongue, Anton's instinct kicked into high gear, driving the leopard into a frenzy of erratic thrusts meant to stoke the incredible pleasure building into his body. Strand after strand of precum lanced into Derek's throat, lukewarm and tinged with the musk of the young male. Each sudden, jerky motion of Anton's hips drove his balls straight into the anthro panther's face, his eyes shuttering to cope with those quite arousing swings of the leopard's equipment.

Would that Anton could have lasted longer. Alas, the male's fortitude waned after only a couple of thrusts, after which he shoved his cock surprisingly deep into Derek's throat. The panther's eyes bulged as Anton's cock tip connected with the back of his throat, the scraping sensation of Anton's barbs more pleasant that Derek had expected.

What he didn't expect, however, was the might of Anton's first jet. It burst out of his member and splattered against Derek's throat without as much as a warning throb. He swallowed it almost instinctively, the sensation to gag only kept in check by the several other spurts that landed against the back of Derek's tongue.

Anton's first seed was thicker, creamier, and with a flavor far stronger than Derek could have guessed. Though he didn't have much trouble gulping it all down, Anton's final gushes still deposited between the crevices of his teeth, the panther unable to cope with the leopard's spurts in such timely fashion.

The burden of his balls unleashed, Anton dismounted Derek's head as he would a female, flopping onto the ground, eyes half-closed, mesmerized by this whole experience.

Derek rolled his tongue through his mouth to collect the remaining residues of Anton's seed, savoring the leopard's juices for as long as he could before he finally swallowed.

"I wish that you could return the favor," he said to the distracted leopard, eying his erection. "But you're not really known for taking the lead in such matters, so I guess we're about to surprise us both with what I next have in mind."

With Mara still enjoying her post coital siesta, Derek didn't have much of an option. Sure, it was a risk to expose Anton to something he might not enjoy, especially when a panther in heat lounged only a few dozen feet away from him. The mere thought of her arousal-drenched pussy stretching to accommodate his girth made Derek's member stand on end, a droplet of precum building on the tip and falling to the ground a few seconds after.

She was a high risk, high reward compared to Anton, her personality a striking carbon copy of a regular female leopard. She took what she wanted, whenever she wanted, and punished those who refused to oblige. The scratches marring Anton's coat here and there proved as much.

Anton, on the other hand, was far more accepting of the new. His reluctance--which bordered on the ridiculous side if Derek was honest with himself--played a great deal in this, certainly, but did the catalyst really matter? Anton had not only mounted for the first time in his young life, but he also pumped an anthro panther's willing mouth full of his seed. Mara could have lashed out at any given moment during the intercourse, while Derek offered him the safest, most fulfilling ejaculation he could ever hope for.

"Don't mind me too much," Derek whispered, lifting Anton's tail to expose the dainty pucker sitting above his ripe spheres. "You just sit down and relax while I moisturize the area of interest."

As expected, Anton wasn't one to listen to instruction. The moment Derek tested the male's receptiveness through a light touch with his fingertip, Anton jolted onto his fours as if thunderstruck, growling in panicked reluctance.

"It's fine. See?" Derek's hands alighted on his haunches, massaging the supple muscles strewn underneath his beautiful coat. "I'm taking it slow and nice. Just the way you like it."

He kept his hands hard at work in distracting Anton while his nose inched closer to its target, until Anton's wrinkled flesh filled his vision. His musk was barely perceptible, the feline meticulous in its grooming sessions. That made Derek's task all the more pleasant and easier, his tongue gently rolling along the male's opening, not too dissimilar from his own.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Derek added between licks, grinning at how Anton's pink rod grew to full mast before his very eyes. "It could have been even better if you just relaxed. Then again, apprehension got me during my first time as well."

The male stood completely still but for the shudders traversing his spine and the quick, sudden jerks of his tail whenever Derek's barbs stimulated the surface of Anton's virgin, vulnerable flesh. In order to test his willingness to proceed to the next stage, Derek pressed his nose against his tailhole every now and then, each push rewarding him with a satisfying jolt from Anton.

Although visibly uneasy, the male did little to stop Derek's ploy. And why would he? Adrenaline amplified the pleasure; it helped Anton stay in the moment, focused on the tongue drifting across his puckered flesh, as well as the demanding throbs creeping through his erection. He might not have enjoyed this method as much as a straight vaginal penetration, but even he couldn't deny their efficacy.

"Whoa, be still," Derek urged the moment Anton skipped forward, swaying in his grasp.

"Mrowr, rrrr," the leopard protested, his back arching, hindquarters bucking in a faux thrust.

I apologize, dear friend, but this time, I'm the one who does the mounting, Derek thought, mounting the male doggy style. He wrapped his arms around his belly to hold onto him, shuffled on his knees to close the gap between them, and directed his member straight at the tight, luscious entrance, breath held in his chest.

"Hrraaaaaah!" Derek growled when his tip slipped past Anton's ring of flesh and into his taut, trembling tunnel. The leopard clenched so hard and fast, that Derek had to fight the fainting sensation brought about by the immense pleasure coursing through his system.

"Nrrah!" he hissed, hilting himself balls deep into his companion, barbs scraping along Anton's dainty, untested walls.

"Mraaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrr!" Anton screamed in ecstatic surprise at being filled in such thorough fashion. The male began to thrash in Derek's grasp, head twisting about to snap and hiss at the panther's snarling muzzle and teary, shuttered eyes.

Anton didn't hurt. Or well, maybe he did a little, yet a bit of pain always played a crucial part in the mating habits of the leopards. Derek slipped a hand between Anton's legs, receiving his confirmation in the form of a rock-hard, precum-drooling member starting to ram against his palm pads. His fingers immediately molded into a makeshift whisk to help contain Anton's desperate, jerky thrusts. Every single one of his barbs stood on end, his tapered tip excitedly dancing across Derek's palm and between his fingers.

With Anton's focus poured onto those uneven strokes of his member, Derek grabbed the leopard by the scruff in a domineering fashion, his grip tightening in rhythm with the motion of his hips. Thighs slapped against feral haunches. Balls knocked against one another. Roars and growls mingled into a perfect harmony enriching the deep sensations both of the males felt.

Derek huffed through gritted teeth, his face a mask of bliss twined with deep concentration in pacing himself out. He liked to breed in the quick, thorough way of the big cats, but with Anton, Derek had to slow down to a smooth, sluggish rhythm, lest he wounded the poor leopard. The frequent clenching of his butt didn't leave him much of a choice, and neither did the familiar pressure welling within his groin, threatening to burst far quicker than he deemed possible.

It didn't help that Anton already reached that point. His cock forcefully buried between Derek's fingers, hot seed spraying against the dark pads lining his palm. At the same time, Anton's tunnel caved in around Derek, pressing down upon his barbs with everything he had.

Try as he might, Derek couldn't withstand that sort of deep, unfathomable pressure. His juice exploded out of his cock like a cannonball, stealing the panther's sense of balance. The subsequent spurts felt like liquid fire slithering through his shaft and bursting out of his tip, so satisfying all of his muscles fell limp but for the one that mattered the most.

Derek unceremoniously slumped forward, crashing upon Anton's back, holding onto him for dear life as his quaking depths milked him of the last of his essence. To his dizzy mind, these few precious seconds seemed to stretch into minutes, his senses soaring higher than they ever did.

Too bad Anton didn't feel the same. His orgasm spent, the leopard jerked forward, disentangling their joint bodies. Derek fell face-first into the grass, chuckling at Anton's cum-dripping tailhole. The male immediately rolled on his side, bringing his tongue upon his messy pucker to lick it clean.

Mara, who had recovered from her afterglow, craned her neck to take a sniff of Anton's tailhole, but the male snapped at her, driving her straight into Derek's waiting arms.

"Don't take it personal," Derek said to the lovely female, rubbing cheeks together. "He's just starting to explore his sexuality."

Mara didn't have such reservations. She turned around in a slow, elaborate fashion, brushing her entire body against Derek's naked chest until he came face to face with her sex. Her tail whipped across her back, inviting Derek under it. The anthro panther inhaled her pleasant aroma, a sly grin uncovering his fangs.

What sort of male could say no to such tempting offer?

THE END

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