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Casting a silver glance over his shoulder, the ocelot clutched at the cliff face for support as he shuffled up the rough carved walkway. A peak in the path ahead promised a view, but he could still feel eyes on him. The other Majin had kept their distance, watching him from behind other mountains, but he couldn't say if they had followed. The Majin of the Deadmile, the dreaded Narnin tribe, suffered few to trespass in their barren mountains and survive. Alex, however, was a special case.

Nude, the feline showed little concern for the chill of these dead lands. He was slender and graceful in form, belying the strength of his Majin heritage. He walked with a slouch, eyes darting around furtively as he neared the peak in the path. He had not seen that man since he'd fled the castle, but he knew he was somewhere nearby. He always was.

Finally, the path curved under his feet and swept downward before him, wrapping around the great, black mountain he clung to. Ahead, a forest of jagged, intermingled mountains of black, charred stone spread as far as he could see, peaks among peaks in the distance. He let a long breath go. He'd already been walking for three days... and running for two. Every time he escaped, he tried a new direction-- but the Deadmile seemed to be endless, and completely surrounded them. A low snarl burned in his throat.

A rock clattered down the cliff wall, careening just past his head. His eyes flicked up.

"Are you quite satisfied?" A cougar, Adonic in stature and build, stood on a bare blip of a ledge overhead, staring down at the runaway with folded arms. Gold on black regarded him from under hooded eyelids, the man appearing almost bored. He, too, stood wearing nothing more than his dark, rich coat of fur. "It's only going to take that much longer going back if you keep on." Saito didn't have anything too pressing to get back to, but he was tired of these bleak ranges.

Alex bared his teeth in a hiss as he crouched. The cougar barely had time to sigh before the smaller feline pounced, leaping the full distance between them in a single bound to pound him into the stone. Claws ravaged, teeth tore, but Saito flung him aside with one paw, unharmed. Undeterred, Alex jumped right back on him, curling his paws into rough fists and battering at the Cougar's body and face. Saito didn't flinch. Again the ocelot was sent flying. He scrabbled up the side of the cliff, claws gouging at stone for a grip, and he seized hold of a half-buried boulder, tore it from the mountainside, and heaved it at the great Majin. The stone shattered, and Alex gave a choked noise as Saito appeared, his chest bumping the smaller feline in the nose and knocking him off balance.

Saito scooped up the ocelot's waist, holding him close on the small crag jutting frmo that rocky precipice where they stood. Alex snarled, ears folded as he beat and clawed at the broad chest that was slowly crushing against him, but he was already panting with exhaustion, and his motivation was slowly dying. This was far from the first time he'd escaped, and each time, he'd tried to kill his captor... and found himself utterly powerless against him. He was compelled to try, but...

Finally, his head fell against that unmarked chest, mashing that dark gold fur to his face as he panted. One fist, barely formed, landed on the cougar's pectoral, rose, and landed again. Saito ran fingers through the ocelot's hair, flowing well down his slowly heaving back. His paw rose, and combed through it, and rose, and seized the young one's head, wrenching it back to bring those eyes up. Silver, on a field of black, and slitted, slowly widening as Alex shook in that grip. There was... confusion in those eyes. Uncertainty. He had already changed so since Saito acquired him. He had been purely feral, understanding only hunger and the whip. Now, perhaps, something was beginning to emerge. Saito smiled slowly.

The cougar, in turn, regarded his property with two brilliant gold plates on black silk. A sheen of red glimmered across those eyes depending on the light-- like gold that had never quite been washed clean of the blood that bought it. These were the eyes of the tyrant of the netherworld, the monster that had slain Alex's last master and claimed him. These were the eyes that always watched him, amused at his attempts at violence and treachery. The eyes that he always felt in the darkness of his cell, when there was no light or sound. The eyes that made his stomach twist and sink, that made him sweat and fold his ears, that seemed to see more than they should. Alex hated those eyes. He was absolutely sure of it.

"You have broken out of your cell, killed my guards, and wasted many days of my time." The crime was announced, and judgment passed. He smirked. "I do believe you owe me an apology." The ocelot hissed slowly. Of course, Alex likely hardly understood half of what the cougar was saying. Saito leaned closer. "Say 'I'm sorry.'" Gold and silver shone at each other, close enough that the colors reflected subtly in their eyes. "'I'm sorry.'" He enunciated clearly. Alex stared up at him in silence, mouth set halfway between a grim frown and a pout.

Finally, Saito straightened, huffing a soft sigh with a wry smile. "Well. There's more than one way to apologize, if words are still too much for you." He jerked at the ocelot and forced him down to his knees, paw wrapped tight round the back of his head as he ground his swollen sheath in against that face. "I know you know how to do this much, at least." He smiled, giving a slow grind against that face, squishing a cheek up against the swell of hardening flesh as a dark, deep purple nub peeked from the fold of hide. "Now please me, before I get angry." His eyes narrowed slowly.

Alex huffed against that thick sheath, ears folding back as he tried to stop from breathing too deeply of the cougar's musk. It was pulsing against him-- he could feel that shaft through his hide, an old nemesis just a breath away. The larger feline's sack nuzzled up against his chin and mouth, the orbs warm and firm, draping around his muzzle. He grit his teeth a moment. He couldn't exactly pretend that he could fight back at this point-- he was already long exhausted, he reminded himself. Better to appease the bastard for now, and have his vengeance later. Slowly, those teeth pried open, and closed to nip firmly at the cougar's sheath.

The great Majin rumbled slowly in appreciation. The young feline was always so rough about things, but he didn't mind. Few dared to pleasure him so brashly. Teeth caught and pulled and snapped free along the fold of his sheath all the way down to his sack, and slowly back up. By the time Alex dragged himself up to come eye to eye with the cougar's creature, a few inches had swollen free. Alex leaned in, closing his eyes... and licked up that emerging shaft. His tongue was a rough, textured thing, he told himself. He could punish that tool with it. He broke into firm laps, nudging that head up as it started to lean toward him with a series of licks along either side of his cumvein. When his tongue crested over the tip at last, he coated it with licks before finally eating it up. His eyes were rather sullen, staring at the cougar's waist as he suckled firmly at that head.

Saito smirked softly. He knew what the ocelot was thinking of. The first time he'd made the little one suck him, he'd gotten the cougar nice and worked up, then tried to bite it right off. The poor thing had nearly chipped a tooth. He'd been a little intimidated around the thing ever since. Now, the young feline was slowly bobbing deeper. A few of Saito's attendants had even tried teaching him a few techniques, but Alex didn't seem very interested in learning any of it. He just dragged his head up and down that shaft, letting the head slide along that rough tongue from tip to root.

Humming slowly, the cougar smiled to himself as his grip tightened on the boy's head, fingers digging in. He supposed the kitten couldn't quite bring himself to muster proper enthusiasm for the task. So Saito would help. Alex's head slammed into the cougar's crotch, mouth plastered to that sheath just as the last throbbing inch pushed free. Almost half of that dark length was instantly buried in the young feline's tight little neck, happily tainting his deeper reaches with spurts of precum. Alex's shoulders shook, but his paws stayed bunched into fists at his side. Saito dragged his head up, and shoved it down again with a thick murr of appreciation.

A cold wind scattered the ocelot's hair, sending it into a dark, writhing mess around his middle and tickling at the cougar's thighs. The view, Saito reflected, actually seemed pretty good when he had a nice, warm ocelot gullet to keep his cock warm as he enjoyed it. He surveyed the vast ranges of mountains stretching out before him as he held his disobedient little creature's head in place and steadily humped into his face. The soft, wet noises of the ocelot struggling for air around the drooling head of that cock made for a nice accent to the distant howling of the wind around them. But with time, his eyes fell back to the creature between his feet.

He was starting to understand, Saito thought. Perhaps it was only a glimmer, but Alex had grasped some small part of the secret-- Saito's intentions. When he looked into those eyes, he could just barely see it. Something in the way his flesh yielded to the stab of his rod. Alex wouldn't admit it, even to himself, anytime soon-- perhaps he never would. But the seed was planted. Saito growled slowly, his arousal growing as he thought about it. It would take a long time, he knew. But he had all the time in the underworld. His hips slowly ground in harder, his shaft throbbing with his hunger, his anticipation.

And though his hips swung with growing force, his paw was slowly easing its hold. The ocelot was holding his own-- leaning to meet every thrust, eyes shut tight with determination to take this rough throatfucking. The cougar's hide mashed to his nose, balls slapping under his chin every time, and he held steady against the grinding force of those hips. Soon, the cougar's paw simply rested on his head, its bearer smiling down on his little cocksucker. Slowly, subtly, the ocelot's head was pushing to meet each thrust.

In time, Alex was pushing in rhythm with the cougar, the two keeping perfect time to thrust in and fill that tight little throat. The ocelot's eyes were closed as though in concentration, and Saito shuddered softly as he felt slow swallows drag at his shaft as it pumped in and out, waves of tension that tantalized the barbs lining his head. Swallowing. Simple reflex, perhaps-- the ocelot had been forced to learn to suppress his gag reflex quite quickly, and his technique still needed a great deal of refining. But that was just as well, wasn't it? For now, he enjoyed the way the boy shivered and struggled around his rod, the palpable stretch of flesh unaccustomed to such intrusion. He was still being broken in, and it was a delicious feeling. Especially when the young feline opened his eyes.

Watching the little one stare at him with that base fury, like a wounded animal... a mixture of indignity, helplessness, and a condescension, as if he might ask, "well, was it worth it?" with a sneer as soon as that thick shaft dragged out of his mouth. When he saw those eyes, every single shove into that stretched little neck was an experience to relish. He could almost see the subtle glisten in his eyes of them watering just a little more each time his gag reflex was trodden over yet again. He was ever so slowly shaving away at the dignity of the beast with his cock, and it felt extraordinary. His hips bucked forward, mashing to that face and knocking him back. Finally, Saito gave a hungry growl, and abruptly shoved the ocelot on his back.

The young feline barely managed a yelp between swallows, arms wheeling in the air as he fell back, and back, and down, till he smacked into the steep cliff face beneath them, his legs unfolding and kicking out, trying to catch the little fold the cougar stood on, but he was already rolling over, tumbling down the side of the mountain. A cloud of dust and debris rose around him as he managed to settle into a slide on his chest until he finally collided with the narrow path he'd been walking before. A mess of pebbles caromed off and down the side of the mountain, and the ocelot had gone half over the edge himself, but his legs hooked onto it and his fingers clutched at it. Feet smacked to the stone on either side of him.

"Hmm..." Saito smiled slowly as he dropped into a crouch straddling the ocelot's legs, holding them snug together between his ankles as he gave the young one's rear a smack. A ragged yowl rose from the ocelot's worn throat. Saito paid him no mind, only working his fingers over that firm hind end. "Barely more than a boy, and your butt's getting fat." He smirked softly, squeezing those cheeks together with both paws and spreading them apart. "No wonder you scowl so much, you don't want to be mistaken for a girl." His hips rolled forward, and a hot, drool-greased tip pushed in between those cheeks.

Baring his teeth in a hiss, Alex whipped his head around, struggling to twist up and attack the larger feline-- only to yelp, quiver and fall on his face with a swallowed yowl as Saito punched inside him. Murring pleasurably to himself, Saito leaned down and let the swing of his body down over the ocelot's drive him in to hilt that tight rear, the two joined together half-upside down on the cliffside. Saito growled slowly, giving slow, steady throbs inside his property as his claws dug into the stone on either side of the younger feline. He ground around inside the little one for a long, savory moment, delighting in the way he strangled that rod, clenching tighter and tighter as though he might manage back there the job his teeth had failed. All he accomplished, however, was setting the fur on the back of Saito's neck on end, and kindling a low, crackling purr in his gut. The cougar dragged out laboriously, and pounded back in.

A yowl rung out across the mountains, echoing back at the ocelot as he snapped his teeth at nothing, his hair flowing down over his downturned face and running down the stone below. He instinctively wanted to crawl away, but the precipice below seemed to go on and on and on. A sheer drop, replete with jagged spikings in the distance below filled his view as the blood rushed to his head, and he was very conscious of the drop he was in for if he slipped over the ledge the greater Majin had mounted him on. It turned his guts black, but he pushed up and back, against the cougar and his deep-grinding cock. For safety. And of course, the bastard had to chuckle right over his ear.

Saito knew he hadn't been the first to claim this ass. His previous and first master had been a woman, but she had been a demon of no small insanity, and she had taken a shining to the young, savage ocelot. Meaning he'd been tormented in almost every sexual fashion for decades. But the boy was a Majin, a demon to make demons look like unweaned children. His durability extended to every part of his body-- a fact of which Saito was only too glad to take advantage. He drew, and slammed into that tight ass, bouncing off to crash in again. That exquisite, bone-crushing tightness scintillated nerves all along the shaft running the boy through, and that ring was no doubt searing already from the friction, saliva or no. The cougar's prefluids were a mercy slow in coming.

Teeth grit and grating, Alex held tight to the cliff face, claws sinking into the stone deep as they could reach. His legs flexed, struggling to hold himself up, but as the cougar started to pound in deep and steady, he couldn't even lift his hips off the stone-- the best he could do was try to keep the stone itself from cracking under the impact. His own half-swollen shaft and balls were tucked back tight under his rear, and every time the cougar ground in especially deep, that heavy sack of his slapped the ocelot's, making him flinch and snarl softly to himself. His shaft was slowly drooling on the stone, and he mentally cursed the cougar for reaming his prostate and making his body think he was enjoying this farce of an "apology."

Finally, Saito could feel the slow stirrings of proper, full-bodied pleasure beginning to roil in his gut, extracted savagely from that fine posterior. He let the feelings build almost sluggishly inside him as his strokes pounded in all the harder, taking advantage of every hint of lubrication his own juices managed to work in between them. And in some delicious irony, the harder he pounded in, the more tightly the young ocelot tensed, his entire body flexing taut. His hole only drew tighter. And to Saito's bottomless masculinity, that felt like a challenge-- as though Alex might have thought he could stop or even slow the brutal pounding of those hips, somehow abate that ravaging cock. Saito slammed in, and the mountain cracked. Debris tumbled down over them in the wake of the clap of stone splitting. He slammed in again, and a great, visible crack split and ran down the mountain before them. Saito's lustful energies were nearing critical mass, and he was savoring every stroke now.

Alex was glad that he was facing away. It took the summation of his body's strength now to contain himself-- as the cougar's rutting had grown more and more powerful, he'd been on the verge of crying out again. He'd only just seized control of himself in time, and now holding the sound in was all that he could do. It was the sole focus of his concentration. He had cried out before, but this cry he absolutely could not utter-- he dared not let the greater Majin hear it. He knew, if he cried out now, as his cheeks flushed, his tongue languishing against the back of his teeth, his eyes hooded... he knew if he cried out, there would be something that was not pain or rage in his voice. There would be something very different, a sound that no demon with even a shred of pride in himself would ever utter, least of all in these circumstances. So his mouth contorted with pleasure and pain, and his throat squeezed tightly shut as he was ravaged.

Neither of them quite noticed when the mountainside finally shattered. The rumbling of sundered stone finally gave way to the thunder of a terrific avalanche. The stone under them broke in half and fell away, leaving the little one clawing blindly at the air as the cougar's arms seeped around his middle to hold Alex's hips tight against each devastating thrust. They skidded and struck the sheer mountainside and finally bounced free-- hurtling freely downward, into the dark, rocky crevices left between the mountains. Neither paid any mind. Saito shoved and shoved into his delicious slave, too absorbed in his nigh-orgasmic ecstasy and the tantalizingly thin thread of restraint he shaved away at in himself with each stroke. They were slowly wheeling head over heel over head in relative weightlessness, and Alex managed to draw a single rasping breath before sealing his throat again, his tongue hanging out from his mouth soundlessly as the landscape flew down and away and back again before his unseeing eyes. He was flinging droplets of prefluid now, his dust-smeared dick throbbing indignantly.

A single needle of stone stood alone, perhaps a foot wide at the base, stretching a few dozen feet into the sky before tapering off at an infinitesimal tip. Wind occasionally blew past this solitary, miniature mountain, creating an odd, hollow whistle. Harsh, pointed stone features like this bristled all over the mountain ranges of the Deadmile. In an instant, however, the tip of it shattered, as did the length, and the base, all obliterated by the impact of an ocelot's tender, heaving belly. The two collided with the ground in a cataclysmic impact, throwing up great clouds of dust and impressing a visible crater in the rock underneath. Alex was vaguely aware of the impact, but it was immediately drowned out by what came next.

The cougar, snarling out to put any monstrous engine of man or demon design to shame, drew his hips back, the lust of his mating searing over his hide. He knew this was the end-- he felt the whole of his instincts, his hungers, aligning in this moment. The image in his eyes was his slave's back, sweaty and sooty, chased with the boy's disarrayed hair, carpeted in dark spots and contorting with the tension of every defined muscle below. What he saw was his most precious possession, finally coming into his grasp. So close, he could just brush it with his fingertips. He saw that which was his. His hips fell, and the mountains shook in every direction. He roared, drowning out the thunder of the impact, and his seed flowed. Alex' belly was warm, and his head heavy.

Slowly, the dust settled around them, as did the mountains, occasionally rumbling and depositing a clattering cloud of stones at their respective feet. The mountain they had fallen from was now missing a great chunk, its side concave in a large portion. The Narnin would have to carve a new path. And below, in the crater pressed into place between the mountains, the two Majin breathed together. The little one underneath was gasping for air desperately, though his throat scratched and he kept having to stop to cough up dust and even bits of gravel. The big one drew slow, deep breaths through his nose, his belly pressing steadily to the little one's back. The air had been cold, but they were both slick with sweat now, their fur matted down and coated in turn with dust sticking to the moisture. They were utterly filthy. But as long as they were joined, the cougar's rod still giving slow, thick throbs in that hole, neither cared. There was only the warmth of the flesh against flesh, and...

Quietly, Saito leaned down and pressed his lips to the back of the ocelot's head. The boy blinked, and whipped his head around with death in his eyes, but the cougar was looking up at the mountain. "What we get for fooling around out here." He smirked, and his eyes fell back down to the ocelot. Something in those eyes made Alex's skin crawl... he turned away again quickly, his hair whipping up a bit more dust. "Ugh. You'll get this all tangled up and dirty when we'd just gotten it clean before you left. We're going to have to do something with this if you're going to be crawling around in the dirt like this all the time. Maybe a braid. Or pigtails. With ribbons."

The smaller feline whipped around again, teeth bared in a menacing hiss, but Saito was already sitting up, and the firm stirring of that shaft levering about his insides disrupted his attempt at looking threatening. The cougar was gathering his knees under him, but he paused. "Oh, and..." he slipped a paw down, cupping the ocelot's chin on one finger and giving it a little stroke with his thumb as he smiled, "apology accepted." Alex's momentary bewilderment began to melt into another snarl, but once again the cougar's shift broke his pretension-- that thick shaft firmly tugged free, a long slide dragging barbs along his inside until they tugged at his ring. By the time those jerked loose, the ocelot's cheek was mashed to the stone again, his throat seized tight again as his body melted into shivers.

It was odd, now that he had the mental capacity available to think about it. Alex had had plenty of encounters with intruders at the backdoor, loathe as he was to think of it, and while the jaguar had been the strongest, he hadn't been the largest, the most attractive, or the most devoted to Alex's own pleasure. Why, then, had it felt... so... He glanced back as he crawled up off the ground, at where he'd been lying. He'd never... done... that... while being used like that before. Maybe all it really took was brute strength. He tried to convince himself that was it. Yes. With enough force, it could be milked right out of him. That was all.

The cougar, mildly curious, tried to follow Alex's gaze. Tensing, the ocelot yowled out. He had to distract the cougar, but he was drawing a blank. The sound had drawn Saito's gaze, though. He stared curiously at the ocelot, and Alex had to fight down a blush creeping up in his cheeks. He coughed, and yowled again, working his mouth. He managed to pass it off as trying to form words. He'd seen people do it plenty, and he understood well enough, he thought, but speaking had always seemed... unnecessary to him. But if this is what it took to recover his dignity a little (and protect it from a serious blow) then he would at least attempt a little.

"Eaahh... ehh, aaaah... aaada, aadeehh... sss..." He winced slightly. "Aaaarrrreeessssss."

Saito's consternation finally broke into excitement, if only for a moment. "Alex! That's right, that's your name!" He smiled widely. "You've almost got it. Alex. Alllllekuh, kuh, kss."

"Aaarlleek-- kissss." He frowned around the word. "Aallleksss." What an ugly name, he thought. The things he had to put his mouth through to make such noises, it felt more like a curse. But then, perhaps that was what all of this language felt like. Maybe that was all language was-- a curse.

"Alex. Very good." Saito stepped up, past the ocelot and out of the small crater. "Let's head back and wash up. We can celebrate your first word!" The cheer in the great demon's smile at that moment was positively sickening. "Come on, now. It's a long way, and I'm quite ready to be out of these mountains."

It was true that Alex, while inclined to the savage life, did hate to get quite this dirty, and some kind of bath would be welcome at this moment. He stepped quietly to follow, spitting out a clod of moistened dust that had collected in a crevice in his mouth. At the lip of the crater, he glanced back. He was glad to be rid of the evidence. Each time he stepped, though, he was keenly aware of a similar substance steadily dribbling down the insides of his thighs. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't sloshing.

The journey was long and quiet, and Alex had a great deal more time to think than he cared to. He glanced around absently, rumbling and working his mouth to quietly mimic words. He supposed he had to maintain the illusion, at least for a little while, that he wanted to learn how to speak. After a time, he fell back a little. Saito didn't seem to mind-- he would notice if the little one tried to slip away, and as he'd proven at length time and again, any attempt at escape was ultimately, utterly futile. Alex practiced his words, quietly.

"Aaahhmm... sss... sssssaaaaawwwrrrr... rreh, reeeh, reeeeeee..." His eyes cast off to the side, through the mountains, into the distance.