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The first time Baol saw the fellow panther, he knew he had to have him.

It happened in the great hall of the marble castle, under the light of a thousand candles burning to light the stage of political, religious and economical intrigue, the room of grandiose proportions filled with representatives of the different city-states, principalities, duchies and kingdoms that made up the Greater Fourth Aloran Empire. Robed dignitaries mingled amongst uniformed, armoured soldier-princes, priests shared wine from crystal goblets with the great merchants who quenched the nobility's thirst for luxury, the politician shook paws with the bourgeois. Everyone bowed to the same direction, the Holy and Most Noble Eternal Throne of the True Dynasty, the force that kept this patchwork of a real together through ties of fealty and honour.

Baol, the Lord Ambassador of the Principality of Clear Reaches, was only one of the lesser nobles amongst the princes, but none could have mistaken him for a commoner. The black panther's fur shone under the amplified light, his eyes were blue and clear enough to sparkle when viewed from aside, and the garb he wore would have been fit for a king as much as for the one currently carrying it. His smart eyes and smooth, purring words were only supplemented by his lean physique and a tall, wiry body carried with military precision honed through the march and the drill. He carried an ornate sword on his hip as a sign of his allegiance, a symbol of his membership in the Life Guards of the Prince of the Clear Reaches, another role his noble blood gave him the right and the duty to fulfil. Here he was one of the many, a noble amongst the nobles, a part of the game of deception and promises and politics, a soldier of words as much as of sword. In his oath for his Prince, he had begged the gods that he should never need to raise his sword in battle, but equally he promised to do so with his utmost skill, and spill his blood before giving up his duty as the soldier of the realm. This he had promised with pride swelling in his heart, with a clean conscience.

Yet he was a male, well in recognition of his more earthly side that was not to be forgotten, for life was good when you were in possession of gold and estate, and Baol was not one to neglect himself.

Right now, though, his earthly side gave him trouble in the form of a fellow black panther, spotted from afar, but he might as well have been one foot away, such a strong response there was in the knight, his eyes fixed on that mysterious male across the hall, beyond a hundred bodies and a hundred scents.

Baol stood as still as one of the statues in the hall hailing the virtue of the ancestors of the Dynasty, the past kings and lords, the protectors. He stood still and stared, his eyes wide open, his soul in open admiration of the handsome, tall stranger who stood on the other side of the hall. A fine head was tilted down as he was deep in discussion with an elderly otter, who seemed to be lithe enough that he might collapse under the weight of the medals adorning the front of his green uniform. The taller male was clad in a more simple garb, a finely fitting red uniform with oversized golden epaulettes that only helped to accentuate his wide, strong shoulders. He, too, carried a sword on his side, its golden scabbard glinting in the light as much as the golden weaves in the headdress the exotic stranger wore to cover the top of his head. It did not hide his ears, that stood proudly and still despite the clattering of noise coursing through the hall. His eyes were stern and did not waver from those of the grizzled otter. His tail was still and hung between his legs, and it signalled, in its own way, that there was extreme composition in this male, whoever he was.

The panther's blood quickened as he studied the conduct of the dark male, and he found himself pressing his paws against his thighs as he watched every movement of the panther's lips, his ears that seemed frozen, everything seemed curious now in a way Baol would have found hard to try and explain. He was not a stranger to eroticism. He had bedded enough males for lust, and for power, but never had he felt the urge, the tug, the pull quite as he felt now. He hadn't even smelled the other male that he was admiring from afar, but he knew that he had to be a very powerful male, strong, masculine and full of energy that was simply utterly desirable. Baol was not one to lay with weak males, or those who emasculated themselves and enjoyed the feeling of submission, or being handled roughly to signal their role as a subservient partner in an encounter. No, he liked those with strength, with equal lust in their hearts, who knew they were in to enjoy a strong male, not a male pretending to be a female. Baol's heritage, breeding and his blood as well as the structure of his mind put him easily into the dominant place, and he had often enjoyed the subtle dance of hips upon the upturned hind of an amicably submissive partner, not held down with force, but by the mutual agreement of enjoyment of a mating, of taking and giving pleasure. This he had felt often, the desire to take and to have a body for his enjoyment, to enjoy the rush of blood and pleasure and the burn, and he had never been shy in seeking this pleasure.

Now his heart hammered and his whiskers shook with his strong breaths, and the swelling in his most private place was nothing but a clear signal that he wished for the other male, the mysterious stranger who had never even laid his eyes on Baol, the one who now craved for the other. It was not an unpleasant feeling, that arousal that warmed his skin better than any goblet full of wine ever could, or the strength of the pulse in the flesh hidden from sight by his garments, but its suddenness surprised him. He might have been a man of strong passion and desire, but also knew discipline, and he knew that letting his urges run amok was not something he wanted. And yet here he was, quite clearly lusting over that handsome stranger, even being heated by his sight, and yet there was knowledge in him that he was most likely out of reach for him, for many reasons.

Desire upon one's same sex was not something found in everyone, after all, not even the desire to explore such a relation, even if it was not a primary preference, and as such, the probability of finding a partner was diminished greatly to begin with. The confirmation of such a desire, however, brought other things about, as well. There might simply not be attraction or desire, for one still had to find the subject of one's lust comely enough to feel pull for that fur, and that was nothing to be taken for granted. Even when there was attraction, there was always a potential for clashes of passion, of conflicting desires for acts of lust, and for whatever role one might wish to play in such an encounter. Now, Baol was none to be meddled with, for he took and gave exactly what he wanted, and there was none to sway that opinion in him. He was not particularly dominant nor found enjoyment in submission of others, but he also knew that he did not desire to be in a subservient position to anyone. It was not in his personality, nor did he desire to be the subject of such acts that would put him into that position, it was simply not something that the soldier noble wished to experience.

Yet here he stared at the magnificent male on the other side of the room, and he knew that if he was ever to have that soldier for his own, he might have to be the one to submit for the other's pleasure and desire. Even afar, from every gesture, he knew that the male he observed and lusted for would not be one to enjoy submission of any kind, whether it was in spirit or in body. That radiance stroked along Baol's spine, down to his tail that twitched as he simply watched the dark male blink and how his lips moved when he spoke. He already imagined the panther's voice, strong enough to reach the pits of his being with its power, with words eloquent enough to sway even the most stubborn mind.

Baol snorted loudly, chastising himself for dwelling in such a ridiculous fantasies when he was supposed to be here representing his people, his real, his monarch and their shared interests of continued peace and co-existence in the Empire. He was supposed to be making a good impression upon anyone curious about the business of the Clear Reaches, not to seek someone to lay with! Baol considered himself impervious to folly, though of course, young man as he was, enjoyable frolicking was not out of the question when it was appropriate, when he was with trusted friends, but here he was alone save for his adjutant who was not eligible to attend the gathering, and he did not know many furs here, let alone that dark stranger who drew his eyes inexplicably. Baol even had to avert his eyes for the fear that the panther might notice the curious staring. He tried to lose himself in the patterns on the tapestry depicting a historical battle from the early ages. He traced its intricate detail of the events of years past, while letting his mind get immersed in history and not in suspicions on just how pleasant the stranger's arms could feel around his body, touching him, feeling his muscles and his skin while passionate kisses and nips landed upon his neck.

Baol's tail coiled with unease around his leg while he forced his eyes to remain fixed on the shape of a stallion raising his sword high in a call of battle while his own body fought its primal urges down. His flesh was stiff and pressed against his silky undergarments, not unpleasant in itself with the soft, smooth feeling touching against the little spines covering the smooth skin of his firm length, but having such a condition while in the middle of the assembly was most inappropriate. His paws clenched into gentle fists, enclosed in the white gloves that were part of his dress uniform, and his tail swayed behind him, creating ripples in the cloak he wore as another symbol of his own noble heritage and his mission. Usually an erection was a thing for a celebration of physicality, for either self-inflicted pleasure or with a partner of equal standing and desire, but now it was just a reminder of a lust unmet, and to a degree, unwanted. Any dalliances here would have too many potential political repercussions, something Baol knew very well , and that was just another reason to keep his belt well buckled, as the saying went around in the officer's casino at his own realm.

Baol found himself missing home all sudden. Despite his cosmopolitan bearing and his easy-going nature, sometimes on his voyages he would wish for the open beaches outside the city walls, of the breeze and the smell of salt and the dew and the sight of the small fisher's boats and their sails in the distance. There were the familiar streets of the city standing on the seafront, the buildings whose faces were as familiar as those belonging to his own brothers and sisters. There were markets where peddlers called out their wares in the familiar native tongues and dialects, something that made his ears ring with delight. Even here, his ears caught fragments of a dozen languages or a dialect variety, mostly dominated by the Common Tongue that was the official language of science and worship. None else spoke the lilting, sometimes snappy dialect that Baol knew from his home where it was spoken with pride despite the obvious prestige of the Common Tongue that was the ultimate key to his noble position here. There was his adjutant, of course, that loyal, if ambitious leopard who usually shadowed the panther wherever he went, but even he was not available now to amuse Baol with his sometimes coarse local ramble.

Perhaps, Baol decided, perhaps the longing was simply another measure of homesickness, the panther wondered. Maybe he had spent too long without proper companionship, the feeling of warm pelt and supple muscle and sensitive skin under his paws while he'd explore an attractive body to his heart's content. Perhaps all he needed was the strong embrace of a desirable male, to forget all his follies and his worries, and...

And again he caught himself turning his eyes towards the other side of the busy hall where that mysterious panther was still involved in his deep conversation with the otter. The sight did not help at all with his arousal, still deep and pulsing and driving his heart to beat rapidly in his proud chest. His skin prickled on his neck, just underneath his collar, and he almost felt sweaty, and not only because of the heavy air in the hall. It was full of scents as much as heat from the hundred bodies, the candles and the fires, and even his relatively light clothing was starting to feel too much. He would have loved to go outside to the balconies and enjoy a brush of fresh air on his nose and his furs, anything to distract himself from this heat of various kinds keeping his blood warm.

The panther decided that there was nothing there to keep him from doing that, none in particular to talk to, for he had already mingled for two hours, the food and drink had been sampled and no great amusement was found in the tables filled with imperial goods. No, the soldier decided, he'd take his leave for now, enjoy the breeze, and let his blood calm down on its own.

This he decided with a glimpse at the tall stranger, across the crowded hall, before he headed for the glass doors separating the stuffy interior from the refreshing outside. He passed many dignitaries, greeted a few, flashing smiles, flicked ears and courteous bows here and there while navigating the room. The two uniformed lackeys wearing curled wigs bowed for him as they pulled the double doors open, allowing his passage into the deserted balcony on the outside that overlooked the geometrically arranged palatial garden. Baol purred openly as he embraced he cool night air, much cooler on these latitudes than at his home. With a snuffle and a deep breath he cleared his senses of the myriad of scents on the outside, now free to enjoy those of the garment, of the flowers and the fruit trees below, reaching into the darkness. They were mostly visible wherever vessels of fierce oil burned in stone basins, lit up to give the nightly garden a royal treatment. Baol found it something of an excess, though, for to his somewhat of pleasure, he discovered that he was alone in the marble balcony.

His steps clapped softly against the stone under his footpaws as he made his way over to the banister. The cool stone offered a comfortable rest for his paws as he stood there, tail flicking slowly while his feline eyes got used to the darkness. The breeze ruffled his cloak lightly, but it was nothing uncomfortable, only adding to the pleasure of the soft touch of the wind upon his skin that lavished under the caress of the night. Baol opened his maw wide in a yawn that was as much a pleasure as necessity. His eyes rose to the heavens, the nearly cloudless sky offering him a perfect view into the universe beyond. The familiarity of the stars was a soothing feature, more than enough to put a happy smile upon his sometimes stern face.

Clawtips rapped softly on the stone of the flat-topped banister when the soldier-panther leaned upon his arms and contemplated the world below him. He could see a guard walking along the gravelled path adorned with flowerbeds, polished, green stones, statues and fire-lit fountains spouting tall sprays of water. Baol smiled lopsidedly at the idea of how much engineering ingenuity must have been put into making that excess possible, and just how many tax coins that accomplishment required. He didn't mind luxury, but even the panther had his limits. Still he would not be able to deny that the sight was not impressive, it truly was. The way how the light flickered upon the spray of water was especially appealing, Baol decided, almost like how the light rippled off the dark furs of the stranger...

His firm flesh pulsed inside his trousers, and Baol snuffled quietly when he realized that his arousal had not yet diminished in the least. There was heat in his blood and in his flesh, and his skin was warm under the soft, black pelt of fur, and his mind was seemingly easily swayed into dwelling in sensualities that his mind kept coining up. Baol wished that he could blame the wine for his folly. Perhaps he could put the blame on his own chaste nature and the relative celibacy he had led for the past months of his great voyage from Clear Reaches to Crown City. In his mind, he also knew that this sudden randy burst of lust was most certainly accredited to the dark, tall, wide-shouldered and firm-hipped panther he had only spied from afar in a discreet glimpse. He didn't even know the other's name, nor affiliation!

The night wandered along its path while Baol studied, keeping a watchful eye on the fountains and the ripples of tree branches in the breeze and the passage of armoured guards patrolling the gardens simply because that was a wonderful way of showing off the fine quality of their apparel. They were as shiny as polished gold, and almost as decorative as the statues that lined the gardens, if but for the vicious blades they carried with them.

The wind brought scents of flowers and water and trees and recently cut glass, all pleasant agreeable for the soldier-panther who wanted nothing more than a soothing flow of air over his furs and a distraction from his earlier amorous thoughts and arousal. It was having the desired effect, slowly but surely, with the expression of desire slowly wilting upon him, his skin becoming less affected, as well as his ardour proper, his erection taking a downwards turn as it receded back into its warm covering. That was a relief, since Baol definitely did not want to return to the party while excreting the musk of an aroused panther, which not only was impolite, would only serve to attract possible unwanted attention. There were enough ladies in attendance, after all, and an eligible bachelor such as the young lord that was Baol was a prime target for their chaperoned approaches upon his person. While not exactly bothersome, talking with the ladies while sporting a deep-scented erection was not something that would sit well with the panther.

At least it was gone for now, Baol decided with some delight, which was something of an oxymoron for the dark-pelted creature. It was something to be enjoyed, after all, not a cause of general grief upon his person. He was a handsome and a proud creature, not shy of his erotic prowess, but even Baol knew his limits. Lusting after a stranger was one of those, especially in such a turbulent territory as the very centre of political intrigue of the whole Empire, the Emperor's personal summer palace. He was there for the sake of Clear Reaches, not for his...penis.

Yet he had allowed himself to fantasize of firm pressure and arms and nips and even laying on his belly for someone whose name he didn't even know. The very idea made him frown briefly, and his ears flicked in the night air while Baol contemplated the idea that had not even really had the chance to pass through his mind. He had never felt the presence of another male within his body, never submitted so completely to another as to welcome someone else into the very core of his being. It was something he did, not something that was done to him, the mighty soldier, ambassador and noble. He didn't consider it to be a source of shame for the person who was the subject of mating, being taken firmly, but it was not something he had wished to experience for himself. His tail jerked behind him while he stared out into the darkness and tried to force the strange feelings to pass for now. It was not something he wanted to worry about while he had so many other things in his mind as well.

Baol yawned broadly again, breathing deeply to let the coolness calm his mind down once more while his flesh rebelled. The air and its scents would serve as his distraction again, he decided, it would be good...

His tail stilled as his senses found something new in his presence, a scent, a musk, something that entered his nose and washed over his tongue while he breathed. It was feline, that was easy to disclose, it was strong and masculine and it was near, and it made the furs on the back of his neck spike in a natural response to the presence of someone powerful. His head turned to the left but found none, and then he turned to his right, and saw none, but another breath brought in more scent, and his tail swayed and his brow knit as he wondered upon its source.

"Good evening," a voice purred from behind him now, almost causing Baol to jump.

The panther turned around slowly and dignifiedly, crossing one arm over his chest in a classical posture while he finished his slow rotation. His heart must have skipped a beat when his eyes came to rest at the same time as his body did, fixed upon the sight of a dark silhouette painted against the little swathe of light that was the glass door. Reflections of light caught little patches of red appear in the shape, as well as a touch of glint from the headdress, the strange, flat piece that covered the crown of the male's head.

Baol's maw hung partially open as he simply watched the dark shape stand there, calmly, with his tail making a soft, sweeping motion behind him while slightly amused, bright eyes were fixed on the fellow panther standing in front of the banister.

"I do assume you speak Common," the same voice purred again, deep and dark and going down Baol's spine like a drop of hot water.

It almost made him shiver, that voice.

"Yes, yes, I do," Baol spoke, letting the words come slowly over his tongue. "Good evening, sir."

The tall figure bowed briefly, simply by tilting his head incrementally while holding his eyes upon Baol the whole time.

"Good evening, sir."

Baol returned the bow, lightly as the panther had done before, simply a tilt of his head to signify respect for the other. The stranger took a few steps closer and left the swathe of light, becoming part of the semi-darkness of the balcony itself, lit by the moon and the stars and drawing him into a dark shape against the backdrop of the garden. His treacherous heart was hammering again, increasing its pace with each whiff of musk coming off the skin of the confident, proud figure now sharing personal space with him. This was too surreal, he decided, perhaps it was conjured up by his addled mind, the shape now standing there, watching over the gardens with bright eyes.

"How may I address you?" he turned his head over to face Baol, tilting a little to the side for emphasis.

Baol swallowed.

"Lord Baol, of Clear Reaches," he replied as steadily as he knew, "How may I call you, sir?"

"Good evening, Lord Baol, I am at your disposal," the taller panther flashed a smile that persisted when he spoke. "I am Sharp, of the Principality of The Pale Hills."

"Sir Sharp?" Baol tested the name on his lips, and found it agreeable.

"Just Sharp," the panther flicked an ear at him, and his tail swayed, too, as if it was to be swung about by the wind and not his own volition.

"Ah...."

"May I call you...Baol, for this duration, my Lord?" the smiling panther spoke toothily.

That smile combined with the scent in the air was more than enough to sway Baol easily into favour, and unsurprisingly, he nodded, quickly.

"It is most agreeable, Sharp."

"Why, thank you."

The black panther leaned against the banister, much like Baol himself had done before, and breathed in deeply, his ears and his tail perking up while he sampled the night. His purr was low and deep, and reached Baol's ears with ease, making them flick naturally. His skin was already warming up slowly, not the least of that, his most intimate skins, within their protective covering that was soon becoming redundant with his arousal. It felt odd to be strung tight like this, even for the openly sensual male that was Baol, being so affected by someone he had not even touched before.

And here was Sharp, like a walking, living dream, a fantasy made out of flesh and breath and blood and fur, and strange epaulettes and headdresses that only added to his allure as a foreign stranger from another land, as exotic as a mysterious flower or a rare drink, or a pouch of spices.

"You don't sound much like a coastal cat, I must admit," Sharp rumbled.

Baol felt like a fool for the warmth in the insides of his ears when he replied.

"I have travelled much, my Common has...lost most of its edge," he replied in a breath.

"Yes, indeed so...," Sharp brushed his knuckles over the soft fur of his chin while he studied the nearest fountain down in the gardens. "Have you ever been to the west as far as The Pale Hills?"

The voice was as rich as the scent caressing Baol's senses, deep and cultured and obviously a practiced feature upon the conduct of the dark as soot panther. It kept the aroused panther's skin tingling in all the right places, and he hoped, he honestly hoped, that the fragrances of the nightly garden and those stuck upon his clothing from the party were enough to mask any...musk.

"I have been to Colbart and Alembe," Baol spoke slowly. "Beautiful country."

He watched the lean form of the handsome male from the west and wondered if all nobles were equally attractive over there. If that was the case, he would have to try to make sure never to be put into service around those regions for the fear of distraction, Baol decided wryly while his eyes had a hard time keeping from wandering up and down the stranger's body.

"Yes, the valley of Alembe is especially charming when the vine is flowering...," the purring edge returned to Sharp's voice as he mused. "Rolling hills and endless farms of peasant cultivating their land for the vines...Kleien and Freenwine and Severa..."

He purred again, smiling broader than was diplomatically appropriate, and then licked his lips.

"We get their wines for first pickings, " Sharp smirked. "Beautiful...the taste and the aroma and the...bouquet...absolutely charming."

Baol could only nod politely, too distracted following the swaying tip of the stranger's tail, and trying not to follow the length of that appendage to its end. That mistake he did not want to do again for the fear of an intensified feeling of stiffness inside his well-fitting slacks.

"Shame they only served East Valley wines here...it must be His Royal Highnesses' preference," Sharp flicked his ears.

"Perhaps," Baol agreed.

"It is not bad wine...just a different wine...," the wonderful-smelling panther murmured between his pearly teeth, seen as a contrast into the blackness of his fur and the depth of the night. "Do you enjoy many wines, Baol?"

The breeze ruffled his furs softly, making his skin feel even warmer than before as it fought to keep the chill away. The lapels of his cloaks shuffled against his body, even rubbing against his tail. He returned it into the safe coiled position around his ankle and tried his best to share the intense gaze of the handsome male.

"When I have the opportunity to indulge, I do sample new batches, yes," Baol replied to the earlier question, feeling distracted and too breathy for his own good.

"A fine way of thinking that, Baol...it is most...fine," Sharp smirked. "Isn't that what life is meant to be about..."

He leaned closer, just a little, and smiled.

"Fine things..." the panther rumbled with pleasure.

That familiar shiver returned, going down Baol's spine while he realized that the panther was still grinning, and watching him curiously, standing there with one paw resting against the banister. It gave him a relaxed appearance despite the pomposity of his attire that really was not fitting of clandestine small talk in a balcony overlooking the dreamy royal fantasy landscape opening beyond them.

"Are you...permanently stationed in the Crown City?" Baol attempted a distraction, both for himself and the stranger, so that he would not have the time to simply dwell in how the panther's scent seemed to caress his very being with its very presence.

Still he would not deprive himself of the chance to be there, even if the scent was all he would ever receive from the western panther.

"Just passing, actually. I was sent here for the Land Council season. And you, Baol?"

Baol had done this long enough to know exactly how to answer, and thus he did.

"I am here to represent Clear Reaches in this gathering. That is my purpose."

"Most noble!" Sharp declared, his ears flicking again.

How could he smell so good, Baol wondered as he felt his stiff flesh pulse intently within the confines of his clothing, hidden, for now, and hopefully, for good. He desired the panther, wanted to lay down with him and mate with him, and he knew, by some strange tug of sensibility in him, that he would not mind whatever his role was in that mating, as long as it happened. He still would never even dream of making a proposition such as that lightly, no, it was too heavy, too controversial, even if such relations were exactly not a taboo, but to propose and to suggest ever so boldly...that would be a scandal.

"I appreciate the sentiment," his diplomatic voice replied, bowing.

"Do you miss the ocean?" Sharp inquired, curiously, surprising Baol with his tone. "I miss my hills."

Baol couldn't help but smile, briefly, amused by the panther's broad words. It reminded of his earlier twinge of homesickness, and of the feelings involved. The want for a mate, as well. Now that he had to brush out of his mind, because something all too desirable was directly next to him, with him, and his presence was intoxicating for the panther craving for skin.

For now, he had scent, and that was fine, better than nought.

"I do, on occasion," he replied. "Memories help."

"Easy to carry around," Sharp smiled. "Beautiful sights, sounds...home...those we hold dear..."

Baol's cheeks burned when he nodded.

"Yes...that is most...most true, Sharp," he smiled, his lip curling.

Sharp's long, agile tail swayed as he peered into the dark gardens, letting his eyes rest in the sights for a moment, seemingly at rest now. The equally black-pelted panther standing next to him drank in the sight of the exotic feline, hoping to use the distraction offered by the nearby fountains as an excuse to be looking a the panther for as long as he could...to save as many memories as possible, of this strange encounter with his dream male.

Sharp spoke, then, without turning to look at the fellow male near him.

"Is there wine, dance and song in your heart, Baol?" he spoke in that low, beautiful voice that made his spy breathless. "Is there youthful joy in your blood and spirit, coast cat?"

Baol's ears flicked at the odd name for his people, enough to make him raise his brow as much as the earlier inquiry that was there, spoken for him.

"Is a male a male without all those?"

"Unless he has chosen to be of cloth, of course not!" the panther looked at him now, his ear tilted and his teeth showing. "And even then...it is a matter of denying that desire in one's self, to be alive on the physical level, as much as on the spiritual that the service of the cloth might provide."

Then he chuckled, almost a blasphemous sound passing from his lips into the empty night air. Baol's heart leaped at the ringing sound, wishing he would hear it better, preferably against his ear...deep into his ear while arms would take a hold of him and things would be beautiful.

"I do know about youthful, but yes, I like to think there is joy left in me," Baol smiled, carefully.

Sharp smirked as sharply as his name suggested.

"Good...good," he smiled. "Then I do not step over any...limits of courtesy when I note that I like how I am being looked even now, Baol, and that it compliments me, coming from one such as you."

His smile widened at the same speed as Baol's blush deepened, under his furs, while he was looked by the handsomely grinning, tall panther whose very scent was strong enough to make the large, masculine male swoon with desire for someone he could not even have.

"Ah..." a sound escaped from his lips, uncontrolled.

"I have been hoping for someone to catch my eye for a while now, I must admit...," Sharp spoke, still smiling, still as dangerous as he was before, as tall and shouldered and broad, "I must admit that you are most agreeable."

Baol sighed softly upon there words, his blood thickening with his lust again at this...agreement coming from the mysterious male he thought was only a figment of his imagination...almost, if for the unmistakable scent he was sure he could not have imagined in all of its subtle glory. His ears flattened briefly, though, as the shiver passed through his own strong body, slowly.

"You are beautiful...would you like to enjoy, with me?" the words passed in the night, over the soft, flower-scented air of the gardens, into Baol's sensitive ears.

He was fully aroused and warm in blood despite never having touched the male next to him...the male who was...speaking things to him in that slow, purring voice that made him breathless. His body ached in an unusual way, his desire was strong and it was ruthlessly teased by his mind that seemed to be more prone to fantasy than he thought he could be. In his mind, there was already more fur than clothing visible upon the body of that desirable male panther.

His silence must have lasted too long, for Sharp was already speaking again.

"Unless you do not wish it, of course..."

"I do!" Baol practically coughed, his tail swaying and hitting the marble of the banister.

His yelp was obviously appreciated by Sharp, for his next breath came out as a purr, and his own tail looped about with clear delight at the bashful reaction followed by the over-eager "I do!." The panther folded his arms over his chest and smiled, leaning against the banister still.

"Ahh...well, that is excellent...making yourself known...as I have."

"Yes," Baol replied, unsure what else to speak, or whether there indeed was anything else he could say in under such circumstances, when he was quite under the spell of the dark male standing so close to him, breathing and smelling exquisite.

"You seem to be...experienced, yes?" the panther purred, still studying the sight of the slightly jittery feline in front of him, his whole posture speaking of superior standing while he regarded Baol's blushing demeanour.

His ears felt fiercely hot against his skull while Baol did his best to hold the panther's eyes.

"I have enjoyed, yes, Sharp," came his honest reply.

There had been males, there had been musk, and there had been passion. That he could easily confess for the subject of his desires, the male who did not seem to mind being that subject in the least. Currently Sharp was watching him with keen eyes, smiling in that same manner that made warmth course through Baol's blood with each rapid beat of his heart. He was so hard, he realized he must have been leaking, soiling his underwear with the musk of his desire and his arousal. He wondered whether Sharp could smell it.

"Then you are no stranger to seduction...to the art of love...," the panther spoke with a glint to his eyes...still so...unbearable close and yet too far away to be touched...as if that might break the spell, the magic that kept his form solid, and visible, and not just a dream.

Baol only dared to nod, feeling that his voice might break or waver upon the face of that male he desired.

"I saw how you looked at me in the hall, Baol...like a hungry male...wanting something he hasn't tasted in ages...craving for just one taste...one bite...," the panther's sultry voice was beckoning for him, filling the air with lust in each syllable slipping from his lips.

Whoever had ever declared the Common Tongue to be stuck in its form and hardly useful for poetry, he should be found wrong, Baol decided when his heart leaped and his blood surged upon hearing these words purred for him, making his skin damp with desire and sweat and the heat under his furs.

"...and yet now you blush like a maiden..." the same resonant voice continued in its crooning ways.

Baol almost wanted to say that he did feel like a maiden, trapped in a desire of almost virginal quality, of the wish to be held like he had not been held before, touched in ways that he did not know from earlier experience...new things. He wasn't even sure if he liked the idea of being bedded instead of bedding someone. It also seemed that Sharp was most eager to do just that...swooning or not. The words sounded almost like a challenge, too, asking the panther to prove his masculinity. What a curious situation...asked to be the male when there was a strange urge to be...the female.

Baol shook away his notions and then snuffled, trying to hold Sharp's gaze steadily, standing as upright as he could. He was still several inches shorter than Sharp, and must have weighted less, and was generally of lesser statue, but that was only in comparison to the tall, lean male.

"And is that what you want?" he asked in as level voice as he knew. "A...a male like a maiden?"

Sharp chuckled, the sound loud and ringing.

"I don't think I see a maiden when I look at your fine, comely form, Baol...I see a male in his prime...a male not unwilling to explore his urge...his virility..."

The voice was like a caress upon the molten surface of Baol's soul, reaching deep into him and pulling on those strange strings of submission within his core, making him feel small and insignificant in a way that he could not explain with proper words.

"That is how I feel," the proud male replied, his whiskers waving with the flow of warm air from his lungs.

"Excellent...most agreeable."

He was upon him faster than he could comprehend, a paw had been held out and had cupped his chin, a warm paw, no gloves, softly holding his jaw in its protective grip without almost any real pressure at all. He smiled as he felt the fellow panther's muzzle, its shape and size and proportion, and he found it most pleasant, if one went by the purr rising from him.

"You are agreeable...and I desire you..."

Baol almost gasped from the feeling of the fingers upon him, of the warmth...no...heat that touch brought, even if it was simple and anywhere near his most intimate skin at all. It was personal, though, entering his personal space, his physical body, he was being touched without given the permission, and he found out that he didn't mind.

"Follow me...I think we have a negotiation to handle in some more private quarters, Baol."

He could but nod in agreement, and then the paw was gone, only leaving a feeling of heat, and an out of breath panther standing there, watching the confident stride of the panther who only needed to be there to dominate his senses with his scent and his sight. That was even without mentioning his voice that was as fine in tone as the most beautiful music Baol had ever heard coined up by a string or a flute.

The rush of scents and warmth as they entered the hall was but momentary as he trailed Sharp, the taller male's tail swaying behind him leisurely as he passed through the throng of furs enjoying themselves, soon making their way into the halls beyond. There was the Hall of Mirrors and the Small Gallery, all places of great importance for the intricate play of the politics, though now empty as all the action was centred on the mail hall. Galleries and hallways opened into annexes, corridors circulated rooms that were closed even for the nobility, and there were candles in ornate holders and footmen standing stiff as statues, waiting to be needed. All this Baol took in with the slightly bored air of someone who had chased his brother between the spread legs of an immobile footman when he was but a kitten, none of it was new or especially noticeably in its splendour.

A winding staircase was agreeable for Sharp for that is where he took Baol, up the stairs, the carpet thick enough that it almost felt one could sink one's paws into it, as if it was tall grass. They only climbed one flight of stairs into the first floor above ground, Baol obediently in tow of the larger panther whose every other breath was a purr that rumbled deep from his chest, resonating in the air and within Baol's desire-muddled soul. His body thrummed with energy and with his desire, filling him as much as the blood was keeping him aroused, hard, aching...for whatever was to happen, he wanted it to happen with the male he followed.

The lackeys opened the doors into yet another wide corridor, typical for this wing of the palace, familiar for Baol from his stay. His own quarters were in the third floor of another wing standing opposite to the one they had entered, where a similar deserted corridor surely lead into his own rooms. Here it was just the two of them, their steps echoing lightly from the panelled walls and the arched stone ceiling of the palace. The air smelled of herbs, probably from someone's personal prayer altar where incense was burnt to evoke the air spirits to mediate the worship. Now the air was heavy with something else, too, desire, masculine energy wanting to be unleashed in a powerful burst of eroticism that both of them expected to be only moments away.

"My chambers," Sharp smirked and opened the door, waiting and signalling with a gesture that Baol should enter first.

"Thank you," the panther whispered as he did as he was coaxed to do by the sensual voice, his steps leading into the dimly lit room beyond the doorway.

The darkness intensified when the door was closed behind him, leaving him there in silence but for his and the other male's hot breaths, a breath he felt...gods he felt...a second before arms were around him, the taller male pulling his lithe counterpart close with arms wound around his chest and waist while he purred.

"Handsome prince...," Sharp's voice whispered against his ear that was immediately took between his lips and tugged, lightly, playfully, while paws splayed over Baol's broad chest, holding him close against the tall male's own front.

Baol gasped. The arms held him firmly, took him to rest against Sharp's belly and chest, warm, firm skin and fur and muscle pressing onto his own silk-clad back. His body was warm, making his breath escape as a purr as soon as he had the time to draw another deep breath while being held in the arms of the erotic stranger caressing his body with his breaths, his skin and his paws. His arousal pulsed with his ardour, a reaction that was not sole to him, for Baol could feel a similar hardness press onto the small of his back, just to the side from the base of his tail that hung down between them, flicking rapidly while his body moulded into contour of the male holding him in his protective embrace. The top of his head was being kissed, a soft trail, over the soft furs, down the side of his head, below his ear, where a wet lap landed, feeling like a touch of fire on the surface of dark water.

"Ohhh...Sharp..."

The base of his ear was nipped with those same lips, with a hint of teeth put into the touch from the purring feline caressing the body he held close to him.

"Yes..." came the simple reply, his lips soon pressed against Baol's skull, trailing along the side of his tilted head with his lips and his breath, leaving heat and a hint of moisture over the skin his muzzle explored.

He breathed the softly purring, trembling male in, deeply, enjoying his musk, grown strong by his prolonged arousal and only strengthened by the presence of such a magnificent young male as Sharp, who was holding the only marginally smaller panther close to himself. He made love to Baol's energetic, firm body with gentle precision and desire born out of a deep craving for companionship, on this day when both of them felt the urge of loneliness and found a way to fix it from an unexpected place.

The newly exposed neck invited more attention from Sharp, his lips moving over that skin as much as he could without colliding with the collar of the cloaked figure he held onto himself, touching with his nose, kissing and lapping over the smooth, sweet-smelling fur he found there. Baol groaned when he felt a slight suction against his skin, coming from the intently purring panther's lips as he tasted his skin deeply.

"Ahhhhh...."

Paws stroked over his belly and his chest. He encountered firm muscle wherever he went, hidden under the layers of clothing both of them wanted to deal with very soon. Baol tilted his head even further to better expose his neck, and that was conductive of another act to happen, for Sharp to wound his arm about Baol's upper body before he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the fellow panther's.

They purred into each other maws, lost deep in the kiss as soon as it began, taste exploding over their lips and tongues when they softly began to explore each other's muzzles. Sharp was definitely in the lead, Baol found out as his maw was invaded by a tongue rubbing against his own, hotly, he was being made love to, not the other way around, just as he had imagined how it would be with his fantasy partner, the panther who was here in flesh, holding him, touching him warmly. Their bodies fit together perfectly, his hips pressed into the curve of the panther's belly, and the long, smooth arms held him close, beautifully close to the body that smelled of lust and eroticism. The soft furs tickled on his neck where their pelts mixed together, his maw fell open when the exploring tongue teased the warm flesh that surrounded his teeth, and he gasped, and purred.

Sharp's purr was deep and resonant, warm especially when his spare paw moved down along Baol's slowly heaving belly and pressed lower. He easily found the warmth mound of the panther's arousal, cupping it under his palm with firm pressure and receiving a moan into his muzzle in return from the hot male's lips, filling them both with renewed pleasure.

"You're not small...you're strong in all senses...," Sharp's paw squeezed over the firm flesh he had discovered, taking joy in inflicting simple pleasure in his willing victim of desire. "Do you enjoy having it tasted, Baol?"

The stroked panther could but groan in agreement, his hips pushing naturally against the warmth and pressure offered by Sharp's grip.

"Y...yes..." he whispered, already imagining the feeling of Sharp's lips and tongue over his flesh, tasting him and taking him deep in his muzzle.

Sharp pulled his new lover close to him, pressing his hips slowly and firmly unto the small of Baol's back, his firm flesh pushing against his rippling back intently, clearly felt by the strongly held panther nearly delirious with his desire as he swum along the sensual river that was Sharp.

"Do you feel how I desire you, Baol?" the panther purred over his ears before his lips ravaged the other male's neck once more, seeking its scent and warmth earnestly.

"Yes...ahhh...yes!" the solider gasped when he felt teeth brush his skin, making his neck almost swell from the slightly rough caress of the maw over his sensitive furry skin.

Sharp's paw stroked up and down the shape of the arousal he found within the panther's dress pants, feeling how he pulsed under his touch, signifying his desire with the strength of his need. Baol purred helplessly under the caress, unable to resist...even if he would have wanted to.

"Do you want me?" Sharp husked into the nearest ear he could find after another hot pass over Baol's skin.

"Yes..." Baol's whispered into the charged darkness of the room.

"Good," the panther breathed into the same ear he had earlier mauled with his play bites and kisses. "Come..."

It took little urging to get both of them into the adjoining bedroom. Their embrace was broken only long enough for Sharp to light some candles on the oversized chandelier overlooking the bed. While he worked with the long, thick tallow candles, Baol found himself staring the other male's every movement, how he worked in a subtle, soft way to nurse the fire and then light the candles each in turn. His tail swayed slowly, although the tip flicked rapidly as a sign of his surely deeply aroused state, as deeply as Baol himself, practically panting with desire. He contemplated undressing just there and there and laying down on the bed, as much invitation as Sharp would ever need, most certainly, but something kept him from moving where he was. It was almost as if he was waiting for something...a permission, perhaps, from the panther working with his candles , filling the panelled room with soft firelight. He did remove his sword, though, out of courtesy, and saw that Sharp did the same as soon as he had a few of the candles burning, a little bit of soldier etiquette being imposed without having to speak about it at all. It was bad manners to bring arms to the bed, after all.

Sharp put down his fire tools and turned around, flicking an ear as he studied the male watching him curiously, and the panther then raised his brow, smirking at the sight of the heavily breathing Baol.

"Aren't you a sight..." he purred, his lips tugging into a deep smile. "Do you mind if I call you beautiful?"

"Ohh...no, I don't think so," Baol hated that he almost stammered.

"Come...," Sharp took the necessary steps to plant himself sitting on the bed, settling down comfortable. "You might want to loose the cloak first, though..."

"Uhh...yes...," Baol's ears flattened meekly as he unlocked the clasp over his chest and let the dark dress cloak fall unto the floor, pooling about his booted footpaws.

All the time the other panther watched, his tail flicking, his paws resting on either side of him on the bed.

"Come on," he spoke in a low voice, full of wish, but very little of the dominant depth that Baol had been partially expecting to hear.

He did not need more to be tugged along, pulled by the words and the sweet scent of the aroused male. Nothing smelled better for Baol, he had decided a long time ago, than the skin of a male, preferably a feline, although he had sampled here and there. That thought crossed his mind briefly just as he sat down and was again taken into an embrace by the fellow panther, their lips seeking each other and meeting in the middle when they finally kissed. Purrs rumbled from their chests when the kiss deepened, their bodies fitting together once more while the lovemaking was resumed, as passionate as earlier, and with an even deeper purpose now.

It took only a little nudge from Sharp and Baol found himself on his back, sprawled over the bed with his arms and legs entwined with those of the fellow panther, their bodies pressing together firmly while their hearts raced and their bodies moved slowly in a dance of eroticism. Sharp attacked Baol's neck with kisses while his paws slowly eased away buttons on the fine dress jacket. Baol's own fingers fumbled on Sharp's collar, trying to reveal more of his body for view. The continuous trembling of his paws was something of a hindrance on his attempt to undress the bold male on top of him, especially when Baol tilted his hips to meet Sharp's own loins as he sought more firm contact between their most sensitive skin.

"Let me...," Sharp's eyes were warm upon Baol's all sudden, open wide after the long moment of simply being lost in the sensations and feelings of the kiss they had shared throughout.

Baol looked up with his own pleasure-hazed eyes and watched how Sharp sat back, propped on his knees on either side of his own body, and first removed the exotic headdress covering his scalp. He put it down with clear reference for the ornate piece of pawcraft before he quickly finished what Baol had tried to start, and soon his shirt joined the headdress on the side. Baol's eyes could only feast in the shape of that body, the wide shoulders, the narrow hips, not to forget their roundness that was most appealing, and the ripples of muscle visible underneath the coat of black pelt. Baol's paws sought that body as well as he could reach, and for a moment Sharp simply sat still, poised for the soldier-ambassador's enjoyment. He purred softly when fingers stroked over his belly and his side, and he let it continue for a moment before the bold male caught both of those wandering paws and treated them to his kisses and licks.

"Hmmm...let me now...," he whispered, and moved Baol's paws down on either side of his head. "Here...stay..."

His words was a command, not a particularly rough one, but a command, and Baol obeyed without a word, letting his paws stay where they had been directed.

"And now..."

Nimble swordsman's fingers unbuttoned his jacket and the waistcoat he wore underneath, and he only lost sight of Sharp only for the short moments it took to pull the articles of clothing fully away from his torso. Sharp took his own turn in admiration as he gazed down at the soft fur and muscle that shaped Baol's body. It took only moments before paws were invited upon that body, stroking over the purring chest, feeling its shape and form while he purred. Baol's words were already gone and he too could only purr when his chest was treated to a thorough teasing by those paws, firm fingers finding equally solid muscle under the soft coat.

"Is this just sword's doing?" Sharp whispered when he leaned over the body of his prone lover to whisper near his lips, to feel him closer against his own bare skin, bracing himself on each side of Baol's neck, near where the pinned panther's own paws rested.

"Callisthenics," Baol laughed breathily, receiving a broad smile from Sharp in return just before his lips were claimed in a heated kiss by Sharp.

They both purred into the kiss, and Sharp must have chuckled as well, if deduced from the increased number of rumbles associated with his kiss, as well as the motion of his slippery tongue against Baol's own. Tails flicked and batted while they kissed over and over again, bodies finding warmth from one another. Sharp stretched himself comfortably over the prone form of the panther and rested there, letting their bodies meet properly while their kiss continued, passionate yet unhurried. Their bodies rocked slowly back and forth, increasing the warmth with each stroking motion of their aroused flesh against each other over the meagre layers of cloth between them. It felt good, but hardly enough to bring forth just the amount of pleasure these two sought from each other.

Sharp stroked his chin against Baol's and smiled, showing his teeth.

"Let me show you some...callisthenics of my own," the panther purred," and keep your paws where they are...that's how you want them to be."

His back arched broadly when he began to move, kissing down along the panther's chest, treating Baol's breastbone to a trail of wet kisses and laps that set his skin alight whenever hot breath would fall over the saliva-slickened skin and fur. Baol could only purr and try to stay still, although his swishing tail did betray him when those kisses moved aside and sought out the hard little nub of his right nipple. Lips and tongue lavished over the hot little spot of flesh on his pectoral, making the whole side of his body prickle as little surges of pleasures entered his system.

"Ahhhh!"

Sharp simply purred, holding the nipple between his lips and letting his rumbling purr resonate and vibrate with the hard little nub, only serving to increase the heat of the touch from his eager maw.

"Oh, Shhhaaa...."

"Hush," the panther purred, silencing his lover with a brief tongue-twisting kiss before he was down again, this time teasing and nipping on the left nipple, neglected before then.

"...rrrppp...." Baol purred, his chest heaving under the lavish caresses of the eager, dominant panther seemingly intent on giving him the best treatment possible without forgetting his own pleasures.

Sharp's body contorted even further when he travelled further down, replacing his lips upon Baol's nipples with his paws. He pinched each little nub between warm fingerpads and continued the caress even when his lips and tongue sought the occluded belly button and began to lick. That drew a deep, wavery moan from the panther whose lithe body was being teased from many directions, kept aroused by the promise of even further pleasure as much as the delicious touches that fell upon his skin in a constant barrage of sensuality.

Sharp's purring lips reached the apex of thighs now, where the arousal of Baol's flesh made for a mound to appear in the soft cloth of his garments. Sharp simply smiled across Baol's rumbling chest and rubbed his chin over the musky bulge, blowing hot air over it for extra emphasis. Baol bit his teeth together and almost whimpered.

"Yes...I did promise you a taste...," Sharp licked his black lips with the pink, slight length of his tongue, wetting the thin lips with a layer of his own saliva.

Baol watched - or more like felt - how the panther's paws slipped over his waistband to release the hidden hooks holding his pants together before a firm tug was given by the still-smirking Sharp to relief him fully of them. Baol gasped when his heated flesh slapped against his groin, meeting fur stained with the clear fluid leaking out of his pulsing tip. The musk in the air only intensified now that its source was out in the open, admired by Sharp's eyes that roamed the panther's thighs and belly and what was once hidden and was now visible.

"impressive...but...so that you won't be feel let out...," the kneeling panther grinned just before moving his paws to his own waistband.

"Sharp..."

Baol watched how the well-fitting uniform slacks were opened, resulting in springy flesh making a hasty escape as soon as it was possible. He couldn't help but swallow at the sight of the endowment possessed by the panther, impressive for someone of his species without being gargantuan, but it was a mighty member, a clear object of desire for anyone wishing to bed the handsome panther. Its barbed length raised the possibility of pain, though, and Baol felt a sudden twinge of hesitation over his unspoken agreement, his submission of his body for the pleasure of the panther currently taking the lead in their lovemaking. He knew that it would be a sure killer of passion if he should suddenly decide that mating was not something he desired, that he had been in err of his wishes, and that they ought to stop. For a little moment Baol wondered whether Sharp would react especially ill to such a declaration...but all thoughts were wiped out of his mind as he watched the feline finish with his undressing and kneel down again, displaying all of his arousal for Baol without any bashfulness to his posture.

"You are..."

"Yes?" Sharp grinned, running fingertips over his breastbone and his belly in a gesture that only served to highlight the peak physical condition he was in.

"You're...magnificent," Baol husked, his cheeks heating up at the compliment he had just given.

Thank you, beautiful," Sharp purred, his paw landing over Baol's left hip just before its twin took a hold of the prone panther's erection and held it away from his body, squeezing the tender flesh into his palm.

"Ahhhhggg..."

"Hmmm...oh yes...it has been quite the while since I enjoyed a fellow panther...has it been long for you, Baol?" the panther asked almost too casually while his paw held the captive male's length in his closed palm, enjoying how it pulsed and leaked a small trickle of that clear substance all over his fingers.

Baol gasped and fought to keep his hips still, only succeeding partially for he felt his hips buck minutely into the firm grip of that paw holding him. Sharp smiled and squeezed the hip that too was under his hold, and a devious thumb was brushed over the pointed tip of that leaky malehood, bringing another gasp and a hiss.

"Is that a yes," the thumb moved again, slowly, "or a no, Baol?"

Baol's tail trashed from side to side and his flesh pulsed, his breaths breaking into purrs with the intensity of the pleasure he was experiencing.

"A...yes!" he huffed. "A yes, yes!"

"Yes...," Sharp agreed, "about time to fix that...surplus..."

With his final smile, the panther leaned down, not letting go of Baol's trapped length even when he opened his maw and lapped over the hard flesh that was the pointed tip of that firm penis covered with the slightly ticklish barbs. His tongue rubbed the concentrated rings of those little spiny nubs, teasing them ruthlessly while Baol's body could do little but jump and shake from being subjected to such a sensual teasing. More musky fluid spilled from him, only to be licked away by that agile, long, slick tongue. The slick sounds filled the two feline's ears, causing Sharp's own length to throb pleasantly against its resting place upon his flat belly. A dark, glistening stain of fluid ran along the fur there, making a little trail of muskiness on his skin, providing an extra source for the arousing scent that filled that permeated the air of the bedchamber.

Sharp licked his lips again to make them moist and sensual just before he seemed to lean down to actually kiss the tip of Baol's flesh. He took it between his lips, enjoying the contact of salty flesh upon his own before his maw opened and he pressed his lips against his forefinger and thumb, still wrapped in a ring around the length of that shaft he held in his grasp. His deep purr sent vibrations through the flesh, causing Baol to moan and gasp as he felt his flesh stimulated in such an unusual manner. A tilt of the panther's dark head and a downwards stroke led in several inches of panther flesh sliding into the warmth of Sharp's maw. The barbed tip was surrounded from all sides by the raspy tongue curling around that curiously tasty flesh.

Both felines purred and Baol, free to express himself a bit more than the feline with a mawful, groaned, and moaned the once stranger's name with delight while his flesh pulsed and jumped and expelled his clear fluid directly over the hungry lover's tongue. The quantity of the sweet liquid only increased when Sharp's free paw closed around the smooth, silky sac containing twin orbs that was positioned between Baol's parted thighs. The gentle paw cupped the whole sac against his palm and gave it a small tug and a squeeze, just when simultaneously another inch of flesh slipped past the ring of the panther's lips and into his awaiting maw.

Baol could but groan and fight to keep his paws still, the way Sharp had told him to do, but despite clenching them into fists, they remained as they were, tense and positioned on either side of his head that trashed from one side to another, his ears flicking rapidly.

Sharp's head moved up and down on the warm length on his maw, the motion slow and steady and satisfying when the loudly purring panther suckled over the hot flesh of his lover, barely tasting him for the first time but already knowing that it was one of the sweetest male nectars he ever had to joy of partaking in. Baol's body tensed and relaxed, his tail batting against Sharp's calf whenever those lips caressed over his flesh slowly, flicking spines aside and sending another wave of pleasure through his body. His breath was deepened into heated huffs, coming with irregular intervals while his body rode out the pleasure slowly building in him from the incessant motion of that maw upon his most sensitive flesh. This was in addition to the stroke of fingertips along his twin orbs, the soft spheres being carefully manipulated by raspy fingerpads with as much case as the lips that sometimes kissed the very skin of Baol's groin.

"Ahhh...ahh...," Baol explained softly when he felt his flesh contract, the pleasure threatening to grow into full blown orgasm very soon.

Sharp smiled around the flesh inside his muzzle and simply held it there despite the panther's brief complaints, opting to take everything that was offered rather then letting it go to waste. Baol's breaths were reduced into gasps when his body contracted, his flesh burned under the caress of paws and lips on his most sensitive skin, and little pinpricks of light appeared behind his closed lids, touting the imminence of his orgasm.

"Sharp...."

"Hhmhmhmhmhmmhhmm!"

"Ahhh..."

A sharp hiss escaped from his lips when his spine arched and his belly exploded with heat, the warmth building into unbearable levels before his pleasure was upon him. Baol's flesh was sent into a continuous quiver, the most sensitive of it still held between warm lips, immobile for now but for the swallowing motion conducted by Sharp's throat. Scent and taste exploded through his senses as he kept the flesh buried deep in his muzzle, allowing Baol to spill all of his seed over the panther's awaiting tongue. Fingertips pressed onto the patch of skin between the fuzzy sac and the root of that firm, pulsing, twisting shaft, helping to increase the heat of the peak of a climax being experience by the curly-toed panther caught in the throes of his pleasure.

All too soon the moment was past and he lay in a panting heap, his flesh still held within a warm maw for a few moments more before he allowed it to slip from his lips with exaggerated slowness. Sharp smirked, a little drop of fluid spilling over his lip when the hot length left from his muzzle and slapped over Baol's belly with an audible sound.

"Ah..." the male huffed, content purrs rumbling from his heaving chest.

"Good so far?" Sharp's mischievous fingers tugged on the fleshy sac in his palm.

Baol maowled something incomprehensible, much to the fellow panther's pleasure, for he grinned and licked his lips, and stroked a paw over Baol's softly-furred belly.

"Ahhh..."

Sharp simply smiled.

"Are you ready to give me pleasure now, Baol?" the male purred toothily, teasing his partner with a flexing of his considerable length of reddish skinned pantherhood that jutted out from the soft fold of skin on the pit of his belly.

Baol's tongue felt dry as he studied the sight in front of him, the aroused male showing his ardour openly for his intended with such a bold gesture. His tail flexed slowly, his body heaved, his heart leaped, and his own arousal had lost none of its proud stiffness even after his solid, musky orgasm. Sharp's paws stroked his thighs slowly, feeling the shape and firmness of his muscles there, making the prone panther purr softly. His words caused extra rapid beats of Baol's heart as he realized that this was the time where he would have to submit, to give himself for the fellow panther in body and spirit.

And he knew that he wanted to.

There were no words he could decide on, nothing to speak his desire, which was a strange situation for someone whose whole business was to be as eloquent as possible. His sensibilities failed him, his words, usually numerous and beautiful, were now useless as he contemplated his submission to the desirable panther.

Instead of that, he could only shift on the bed with all the feline grace bestowed upon him and move to lie flat on his belly on the wide bed. Baol gasped upon feeling the silky sheets stroke over his slick length, now pressed between the mattress and his own fluttering belly. He knew that this posture exposed him more than ever before, showing away his vulnerable tail and the roundness of his muscular hips.

Sharp let out a little chuckle as he observed the motion of the panther sprawling onto his belly, head resting against the sheets, his rear fully exposed and in perfect display of male beauty. Sharp stroked his fingers over the muscular backs of the resting male's thighs, feeling how they flexed slowly under his touch. The tail hanging over the curve of Baol's rear twitched a little but remained in place to protect whatever little modesty remained for now. Sharp purred throatily and moved his paws slowly to cup the halves of the invitingly firm hips, feeling the muscle under his palms and giving that feline rump a playful squeeze. Baol hissed between his teeth, the feeling neither unpleasant nor new, but with more...important implications now. The panther behind him was exploring him with the intention to mate, to take his body for pleasure, for a rut between two males. That was new.

Sharp held onto Baol's hips and leaned slowly over that prone form, kissing his lips and maw over the lower end of his spine before he tilted his head and caught the thick base of that immobile tail between his jaws for a little nip that sent Baol hissing and rumbling from the curious stimulation. His tail flicked, batting against the panther's chest with a quick, sudden motion. Sharp chuckled and licked the smooth bundle of muscle, putting his saliva and scent there while purring loudly.

"Hmmmmmm....you're very responsive...and the view...extraordinary..."

The feline's fingers took a firm hold of the black, agile tail and gave it a small tug, eliciting a groan from his lover. A little tilt of his wrist lifted that tail away from its earlier position, revealing the parting of the two halves of his rear for the glinting eyes of the curious panther.

"You smell wonderful..." loud snuffling sounds filled the air as the panther sampled his new lover's scent, leaning close to inhale the soft furs covering the underside of Baol's tail.

Sharp's pink tongue slipped out of his mischievous maw and stroked over the thin, warm furs in the crevice of the panther rear, his hot breath caressing the sensitive skin as much as the slow motion of that wet flesh moving along the musky skin and fur. Baol gasped loudly, the touch not unusual but especially strong with its newest implication, preparation for a mating that was to come soon, he knew, the panther was as needy as he was, aroused and had his lips and tongue moving in such an intimate part of his body where not many had even touched him before.

The large cat purred, his motion reaching the silky skin of the round sac now resting against the sheets of the bed, its warmth only increasing when a thin layer of saliva covered the sensitive skin and made it glisten and burn under the panther's breaths. Sharp took his time to enjoy there as well, tugging on the smooth skin with his lips, slowly, mouthing over the shape of the twin roundness within and making his partner purr and groan from the sensations coursing through him.

"Ahhhhh..."

"Hush...this is only a beginning," Sharp husked over the skin of the soft sac, giving it a kiss and a lick before he moved again, going upwards while his paws caressed the round muscle that was Baol's shapely rear.

His exploration continued, kissing slowly over each side of the parting between the beautiful muscles, feeling skin, feeling how the flesh was alive under the touch of his tongue and lips. The scent and the slightly sweaty taste were more than enough to set Sharp's sensualities even further aflame, creating hot tension in his belly while he explored and made love to the handsome solider from a far away land. He soon reached the end of the warm trail, finding dusky skin and a speckling of thin hair, protecting entry into the panther's warm body, closed for now.

"Hmmmmrrrrrrrrrrr..." purred the panther, his lips caressing the smooth patch of skin he had discovered hidden deep in the root of Baol's tail, kissing him there as if he was kissing his maw, making the newly found flesh quiver under the warmth breath and touch.

Baol mewled and purred, the sounds not exactly fitting for someone of his statue and the usual depth of his voice, but he was beyond caring now that Sharp was exploring him so intimately, tasting his flesh and his skin. The wet, hot tongue moved in slow circles, tracing his muscle, covering everything with a warm film of saliva that made the movement even smoother than before, even more powerful and intense. Baol could but groan and hiss and the fellow panther only purred, enjoying the taste and the musk upon his lips and tongue making sensual things over Baol's heated flesh.

The gnawing motion of his jaws kept his lips and tongue in erotic motion against the spot of warmth hidden in the warm crevice of the purring and rumbling panther being touched deeply over his sensitive skin. Baol was not a stranger to such a pleasure, but the dark-furred feline kneeling between his outreached legs was very skilful in the sexual arts he expressed with subtle movements of raspy skin over slick, warm heat. Small trickles of saliva wetted both Sharp's chin and Baol's silky skins while the panther worked over his lover's flesh, doing his best to tease him into relaxation for what would follow next. His virgin flesh quivered upon the bold attentions bestowed on his skin. He could barely do anything except clench his paws over the sheets and let out sounds of pleasure while Sharp dwelled into him, tasting, probing, enjoying the male to the fullest with the languid movements of his tongue.

After a few particularly deep swipes of his tongue, Sharp tilted his head and rested it against the base of Baol's tail for a moment, letting his hot breath brush over the sensitive skins and furs there. The air flowed in and out of his chest in a slightly ragged manner. His ears flicked as he studied the warm rump he had just finished playing with, and he smiled.

"I think I will mount you now, Baol...and I must admit that I wish it greatly..."

Sharp disappeared from the bed for a brief moment, and Baol could look at him meekly over his shoulder, watching how the tall male walked over to a large travel chest which he then opened to produce a decorative glass bottle of honey-coloured substance. The panther held it into his palm as he walked back, his arousal bobbing in front of him, glistening with his sweet fluids that covered the silky, barbed skin, soon to be put into the warmth of Baol's backside, the panther on his belly thought and felt his inmost muscles squeeze upon themselves at the idea. At least he seemed to be a considerate lover, providing what must have been a precious oil to ease their mating when it would take place.

He kept his current position, watching how Sharp climbed back into the wide bed and settled himself between the panther's thighs, comfortable for the next stage of the preparations for a strong mating. Sharp smirked and help up his crystal bottle for the view.

"You make me wonder, Baol...," he whispered, rolling the bottle between his palms, perhaps to warm it minutely before the substance would be used to cover extra sensitive skin.

"What is it?" Baol whispered between dry lips, through a raspy throat, ardour and nerves in his voice.

"The rumours about coast cats...," Baol's smile did not waver as he opened the bottle and let a trickle fall over his palm, rubbing it onto his own skin briefly.

"What...rumours?" Baol huffed, his ears flattening out of curiosity and his continued nerves.

"Your affinity for buggery," Sharp's tongue formed the unusually obscene Common word with obviously trained ease, something that made Baol both chuckle and feel especially nervous in his belly at the idea of what his virgin rear might soon be subjected to.

He also spoke as much, tilting his head a little for better eye contact with the male preparing to take his exposed, tail-raised rear in pleasure.

"A rough name for a pleasant act of sensuality, Sharp," he spoke, feeling slightly more like himself for the wit he expressed in his comment, something that made Baol feel more confident with the whole situation.

If he could speak such a thing, perhaps he was not as deeply under the spell of the dominant male as he had been before, something that could ease his nerves considering the whole act of...buggery that was obviously being planned even now that the sensual thief Sharp was coating his pulsing need with a copious film of sweet-smelling oil. It was a familiar act, something Baol had performed upon himself countless times, or had had the pleasure of being touched in that manner by an eagerly helpful paw. The panther currently lathering himself with the oil hissed at the feeling of the stroke over his hot skin, but once it passed and he was free again, he smirked and rubbed a slick paw over Baol's hip, giving it a squeeze.

"Some find such talk arousing," Sharp mused, stroking his oily paw over the roundness of the panther rear that beckoned for his flesh.

Baol's breath came in a purr for the sake of the warm touch, even if it wasn't too near to core of his sensuality at the moment.

"I'm not one of those..." he rumbled softly, enjoying the pleasant feeling brought by the simple caress.

"I must admit that the sight of you like this would be conductive for such eloquence, should one wish for it," the aroused cat smirked and winked with both his eye and his ear, his thumb stroking over the silky side of the crevice leading into the subject of his desire.

"But I don't need that...to enjoy...," his thumb traced the curve and covered it with the sweet oil, slickening the way.

Baol hissed and purred and snuffled and felt his toes curl instinctively, his own trapped arousal pulsing against his belly, leaking even so shortly after his burst of pleasure.

"Tell me...ahhh...about the rumours," Baol's ears flattened as he felt the slick fingers now move properly along the parting of his rear, covering all of his silky skin with oil, the fingers stroking over him with slight pressure.

Sharp chuckled, using two fingers held slightly apart to trace the sides of the warm, musky crevice while he caressed the panther's backside while keeping his eyes intently in the target of his desires.

"Didn't you just tell me that rough speech does nothing to your ardour?" the panther smiled.

"You...ahhh...roused my curiosity...," Baol breated upon feeling the fingers circling over the bare skin found from the very base of his tail.

Sharp's smile widened as he felt the flesh contract against his fingertips, and he pressed lightly, intent on teasing the muscles some more with his touches while preparing the panther to be mated.

"Oh, many rumours...," the mischievous panther purred, twisting his fingers from side to side while his caress continued. "Must have something to do with the fact that you southern coast cats are often of naval persuasion...and what goes on during those long sea voyages..."

Baol laughed deeply despite the strange circumstances where he was positioned, on his belly and being prodded under his tail by a handsome male with a sizeable...ardour visible as a jutting length of malehood against his belly.

"I am sure that...nhhhh...that you recognized my apparel not belonging to ahhhhh...a naval officer," the fingers pressed more firmly into his slick flesh, causing the hidden muscle to pulse and squeeze against the fingertip held at the centre of the secret spot of heat.

Sharp chuckled upon listening to his fellow panther's mirth and returned it with his own purred laughter, enjoying himself in more ways than just the simple act of pleasure he was inflicting upon the male sprawled on his belly in front of the amorous feline.

"Fine apparel it was...even serving to accentuate this lovely piece of your body...," his spare paw wandered over Baol's rear and felt the smooth flow of fur and muscle against his palm, rippling muscle that was soon to be felt even more intimately.

"Thank....hhhhh....you..."

Baol's flesh was pierced, the slick digit pushing into him, past resistance, moving into the warmth of his body, aided by the oil coating the whole of Sharp's playful paw caressing against the panther's upturned rear. The feline hissed briefly, feeling pressure within his belly when the angle of entry changed, the agile finger moving within him, slowly making its way through the hot confines of Baol's inviting body. it might have been mostly a new touch, but it was not without pleasure, the touch within was firm but gentle, serving to relax him, and to bring enjoyment, no pain.

"You're most welcome," Sharp's blunt finger turned and twisted, moving with practiced confidence until he discovered what he was looking for, the spongy little bump in the smooth, fleshy wall of the canal he was exploring.

Baol hissed between his clenched teeth at the feeling of pressure over his sensitive internal place, repeated several times in succession when Sharp confirmed his find and made the best of it with the smooth, slick movements of his single finger within the panther soldier's body.

"Hmmm...the rumours seem more true by the moment," the sensualist feline purred, tilting his fingertip to express even further pressure against the hidden spot of pleasure.

Baol's body flexed around the intruding finger, driving it more firmly into his hot place. The pressure caused his malehood to twitch and throb with renewed vigour, its pulse hastening along with every push against that hidden place so deep inside his body, currently teased by the expert attentions of the masterful lover panther intent on giving his partner the maximum amount of pleasure from their mating.

"Ahhhh....ahhhh...so you claim!" the panther rasped between his dry lips, trying his best to get used to the feeling of such an intrusion under his tail.

The pawfinger within him moved, almost fully removed from his body before it returned with the renewed pressure of a second digit probing into his depths, spreading the panther's opening more firmly than before. With another slight hiss the fingers found their way within Baol's body, unhindered by the powerful clenches of the warm, strong body around them. Sharp continued upon his erotic task slowly, slickening the passage with the oil he had anointed his paw with, preparing the way for his own burgeoning malehood that already felt like it was about to burst from the sheer sensuality of the lovemaking taking place in the candlelit chamber. Both panthers purred as they explored, Sharp concentrating on teasing the flesh into relaxation while Baol bit his lip and told himself that this was fine. He knew that he was hardly in the position to even want to resist the attentions that were making his flesh throb in unique ways that required the panther to relinquish some of his natural control for the paws of the firm male taking his body for their shared pleasure.

Then the touch was gone, replaced by the feeling of Baol's body squeezing down on itself again, taking its original shape when he was left to be on his own, briefly. It was only a moment before Baol felt renewed slickness being applied over his opening and the crevice of his rear again, making everything wet and sweet-smelling with the oil that now slowly dripped along to the silky skin of his sac and the equally smooth fabric of the sheets.

Sharp's thighs pressed against Baol's when he moved closer, simply moving until his hips pressed flush with the fellow panther's, his malehood pushed into the oiled, warm parting of the male's rear. His length was comfortably nestled there for a moment, pulsing and needful while Sharp purred and caressed the tail still held up and aside so as not to obscure the way. Baol's nerves jittered, briefly, at the feeling of that sizeable erection touching him so intimately, pressed against his hole, the place where he had never been taken before, usually only caressed from the outside, for an extra thrill.

But now, Baol realized when the hips shifted and the pointed tip kissed his skin, now he was the main course, the centre of enjoyment for the quietly dominant panther who knew exactly how to tug on Baol's strings to make him do as the strong male wished. What he wanted was to have him, and he had had the envoy soldier from the moment he had been first glimpsed in the great hall amidst the hundred scents and bodies. A connection had formed, first mental, now physical, that manifested itself in softly furred thighs and the purr-inducing, teeth-clenching friction of oiled flesh pressing against the heated muscle of that virgin opening into Baol's body. Sharp didn't seem to have any hurry to push further, for he simply stayed there, his tail swaying, one paw held over Baol's hip while he kept his pulsing flesh in contact with the slickness of the gently prepared opening, almost ready to take the panther as his mate for the night.

"Your body welcomes me, Baol...young prince...," Sharp smirked just as his paw left from his shaft where it had supported his positioning, now taking a hold of another of the panther's firm hips, bracing against his for what was to come.

The bold male's statement was not wrong, for when he brought his hips fully in line and pushed, slowly, the spine-graced tip of his malehood easily pressed past the initial resistance and made its home within the heated confines of the panther's body. Baol's tail wrapped itself around Sharp's waist, squeezing the male in something of a retaliation of the pressure exerted upon his tender flesh, now parted by the tangible presence within his body. His ringed muscles gripped Sharp's penis, unused to being stretched to such lengths. A slight twinge of discomfort passed through the prone male's body, emanating from his rear and into his belly, making him hiss.

"Ahhh...yess...," Sharp crooned, his paws moving slowly over the hips he held, his own head held high, breathing slowly to savour the feeling of the initial taking of the male underneath him, his body caressing his flesh in a manner that was more than enough to keep him purring and under the threat of an imminent climax if he wasn't careful.

Baol had to agree that it did hurt a little, nothing devastating, but his body was simply unused to such a feeling, an odd mixture of intense pressure and a hint of pain, but it was not without its pleasurable edge. The panther knew that this was meant to be pleasurable, not painful, and that gave him confidence to simple clench his paws, hiss and try to keep his body as still as possible for the initial part of the mating he was being subjected to. The presence within his body moved, slowly, brought forward and deeper into the panther's rear by the slow motion of his hips, a constant press punctuated by an occasional little push that embedded another inch into the offered warmth of Baol's virgin passage. Sharp held back a grunt and almost succeeded in it upon feeling the depths of the panther's body massaging over his flesh, taking him into its firm grip with every consequent stroke.

The panther arched his back when he felt another push upon himself. This time the pressure came directly over that hidden pleasure spot, more intense than before when it was the stroke of a fingertip against that place. Now it was something much more substantial and intense, more than enough to force a flow of warm fluid from the tip of his twitching need and onto the sheets. Sharp's paws moved over the flexing back of the panther taking him deeply into his body, his own leaning slowly over the prone form of the subservient male. Another thrust pushed him into new territory, eliciting a gasp from them both as the little spines of flesh raked through Baol's virgin depths, making the walls of his passage close about him in a feeble attempt to expel the intruder from his body. The futility of this was more than clear when Sharp's lips and breath kissed over the back of Baol's sweaty neck, just when his hips made final contact and rested over the muscular mound of the panther's rear now held open around Sharp's considerable girth and length.

"Ahhh..now we're mated, young prince...," Sharp crooned between his teeth, nuzzling against the silky furs of Baol's neck, his ragged breaths stroking his skin as much as the paws holding onto him, at the small of his back.

A sensation of fullness had replaced the earlier discomfort, his body still undulated slowly around that length of flesh imbedded within Baol's backside. There was pleasure, certainly, the fullness was not unpleasant, and that nub within his belly seemed to be pulsing, somehow, adding to the myriad of sensations coming from being taken, spread open and pressed down on the bed with the full bulk of another male's body on top of him, his weight centred on the connection between them. Sharp rested himself over Baol's body, letting his body form along to the contour of that lean, lithe body of the one he fondly referred to as the coastal cat. Whatever his name was, he was warm, alive, and he was Sharp's for the night.

That sentiment was conveyed through his purr as much as by his teeth, pressing into the skin at the side of Baol's neck, tugging on his skin and leaving a slightly pricking mark without puncturing the skin. The pointed tips of the teeth kept their pressure steady, reminding Baol of another element of submission, of being taken, which meant giving responsibility for the one in charge of their act, the male on top of him within him. His body did not felt excessively heavy upon him, but he was buried deep inside Baol's inexperienced depths, pulsing strongly in the oil-slickened confines of his backside and adding some of his own as well.

"Ahhh...prince..." Sharp slurred against the skin he felt under his maw, wetting it with his saliva, his chest firmly pressed over Baol's slowly rising back.

Their bodies fitted together perfectly, in and out, Baol found out as well, when the length inside him moved, one smooth movement of Sharp's hips stroking a couple of inches of his pulsing malehood through Baol's constricting, warm passage, withdrawing before he pushed back. The smooth spines only added to the strange feeling of being bred like that, Baol thought even through the haze of strange fullness and a definite amount of pleasure while he felt the movement repeated by the loudly purring panther on top of him.

His hips were pushed firmly against the bed by the weight of the panther on top of him, by the fact that the were joined by the hip, one feline deep inside the tight, barely touched depths of the great cat being taken by every movement of Sharp's barbed length held in the firm grip of Baol's warm body. His muscles quivered, the big male's musk intense, brought more solid by the time already spent in an unabashed erotic frolic under their mutual agreement to enjoy themselves, together. One of Sharp's arms curled across Baol's chest, holding him even closer while his very weight brought their furs into full contact, further intensifying their mating. Their bodies rocked slowly, the pace set by Sharp's joyful thrusts into Baol's backside. His hips met the panther's upturned, round rump with an audible sound whenever he moved forward, pushing through the fleshy gate of his opening and plundering the depths of that rear with his pulsing, leaking flesh.

Baol took it like the large male, the soldier that he was, not groaning but only when the spiny tip of the Sharp's penis stroked past his pleasure spot deep inside him, followed by the almost comforting pressure of the whole length inserted into him until the panther's fleshy sac made contact with Baol's own. The presence only ever lasted for a moment before he moved again, repeating his intense thrust into Baol's backside with a tumultuous purr. The natural rutting motion kept their bodies in fluid action, Sharp's seesawing length giving immense pleasure for both mating felines as they enjoyed each other in their respective places. Baol found out that he didn't mind the presence of teeth against his neck, nor the wet laps that told of possession, that Sharp wanted him for himself for this night, that he belonged to the panther for tonight, and perhaps only for tonight, but it was enough for now. Their bodies moved, their breaths filling the musky air of the bedchamber with mirrored groans and husky purrs, replacing the normal rhythm of a breath with more laboured bursts brought on by exertion.

The slap of flesh against flesh became more intense by the minute, spurned forward by the swift dance of their hips upon another, the mating intensifying to new heights of pleasure as they clung onto each other and became immersed in the waves of intricate, satisfying feelings coursing through them. Sharp's muscles burned as much as Baol's backside felt numb from being constantly compressed by the panther's continuous thrusts into his body, practically raking through his flesh and teasing every sensitive inch of his hidden skin. The musk of their rut filled their heads, making them feel light even when their bodies were heavy with lust. The erotic gaze could only be breached by the especially firm press of teeth or a particularly enjoyable thrust into the depths of Baol's not so virgin backside, causative of yet another deposit of slickness against his quivering, messy belly. The panther had never experienced this kind of pleasure, nothing that equalled to submission as much as the act of receiving another male inside him, but the thought hardly even mattered anymore as he rode out the feeling of intense fullness and pleasure.

Two panthers mated with abandon, their bodies moving in unison as they chased the ultimate climax of their union. The lightly taller male bit onto Baol's neck, holding him down as he felt the first burst of pleasure pass through him, making his body tense in preparation for the total onslaught of pure, fierce pleasure that threatened to break out of at any moment then. The pinned male's head rose, increasing the pressure on the loose skin of his neck, now held between Sharp's teeth in a mating bite. Baol gasped something in a language Sharp could not understand, but the tone was more than enough, and he purred, his own rear swaying expansively with the rapid up and down motion of his hips as he drove himself home within the warmth of the delectable male below him.

A few rough breaths later he exploded, feeling how his length twitched inside the panther, beginning to fill him with his seed now expelled in powerful spurts of masculinity flowing from his body into Baol's while his hips still continued to rock in the rhythm of his unceasing thrusts. Sharp's warmth flooded the depths he had explored during their mating, heating Baol's flesh from within. His lusty groans and the firm bite brought a groan from Baol, his ears flattening as he felt the body collapse upon his back, the hips still in motion as he was bred by the convulsing, snorting panther mating his partner with the full vigour of his masculine power as he climaxed deep within his temporary mate. He squeezed Baol close to himself, clung onto him even when his own body stopped responding and acted by a reflex, working only to drive his seed as deep as possible within the male he was mating now, his pulsing length unleashing yet more liquid heat into Baol's belly.

"Aghhh..."

The heat was too much, the submissive pleasure of being filled took Baol by surprise and triggered his own orgasm, searing through him in a burst of blinding heat that burned through his belly and reached his sensibilities only moments afterwards. His back arched and he purred as much as he roared, his body closing around the invasion of Sharp's flesh within him, pulsing kneading him from within, a strange feeling that seemed to cause the centre point of his orgasm reach deeper into his body than it usually did, within him. Was this how it was meant to feel, he wondered when the heat boiled inside his belly, spreading through him until his malehood twitched and let his ardour leak out of his body, filling the air with musk even more intense than before, the smell of rut now washing over them both when Baol's belly became streaked with white, musky seed marking his coming.

Sharp collapsed into and over Baol's prone form, still holding onto him firmly while his orgasm subsided and he was simply left to pant, clinging onto the body he had just thoroughly bred and marked with his scent. The panther underneath him was purring and huffing, trying to calm his breaths down even when his own need still twitched and oozed the final results of his orgasm into the damp furs of his belly. The tall feline nestled his chin against the warm, slick side of Baol's neck and rested there, breathing slowly, his ears flicking with pleasure.

"Ahhhh....good...hope your southern gods were as gratuitous as my western ones," Baol husked as he lapped over the flesh he had bit into, hoping to soothe any remaining discomforts that might have been brought by the intense tug of his teeth.

"Baol's muddled mind needed a moment to coin up a suitable response, whispered once he managed to regain some of his sensibilities and think about something that wasn't the full feeling of the throbbing length of malehood still lodged under his tail.

"They are...generous...yes...bless..."

Sharp squeezed the fellow panther close and purred, letting that beautiful sound resonate through his mate's body while he rested for a moment, savouring the slowly spreading afterglow to the fullest while he remained in the mount, poised on top of the sweat-slickened body of the foreign panther he had found and conquered for his pleasure.

"Good...," Sharp declared with a rumbling purr, lapping against Baol's lips after a convenient tilt of his head. "I hope you won't mind sitting on me when we mate again...that is most...alluring experience as well."

Baol flicked an exhausted ear and rumbled softly, his body flexing about the obviously still very stiff malehood lodged under his tail.

"Again wanting for more?" he whispered, catching the panther's eyes from the corner of his own.

"Of course," Sharp grinned, flashing his teeth and giving Baol's chest another minute squeeze. "You already spent yourself twice and I only once...I intend to keep the numbers even while we mate through the night."

Baol couldn't help but shiver as he heard the words, again that strong tugging somewhere deep within him pulling on him, making him feel...that same feeling he had been experiencing ever since he had encountered the tall, luxurious panther who was as exotic as the wines he had touted to be having an expert knowledge of. Despite their similar pelt and the fact that they shared each other's kinship, they were still different, and new, and the discovery was only beginning for the night, Baol decided when he pushed his hips backwards to meet Sharp's in renewed pressure, and he purred before he spoke.

"Yes, sir."

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