FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(a gift to a damn silly friend)

_ _ "Looks like we're evenly matched." Mirage whispered audibly, her voice almost a delighted purr as she witnessed the destruction and chaos their duel had wrought upon her temple. Columns had been shattered, walls collapsed, fixtures and decorations obliterated by stray spells and curses. Such wonderful destruction. She panted a little, her breasts heaving up and down slowly. With good reason: no one before had presented himself as her exactly equal. Power and skill, he had both in almost precisely the amounts as Mirage.

Her adversary grinned from his post a few meters away. Akule the Black Jackal concealed it better, but his breathing was also ragged. The entire bout had lasted less than a quarter of an hour, but it was clear neither would win. Even their dirty tricks and secret techniques found their equivalents in the other contender, resulting in a fight that was a spectacle of misdirection, feints, counter-attacks and last-second escapes.

"So it does." Akule replied, stabbing his metal staff into the ruined stone ground and fixing his long sleeves. Both their clothes were casualties in the affair. His desert traveler garb was ripped and torn in places, and even Mirage's body-hugging slitted dress missed so many pieces it only clung to her body through sheer force of will. "What shall we do, what shall we do?"

"Well... if we cannot defeat each other..." Mirage grinned sultrily and walked with slow steps towards her adversary, letting her words hang in the air. A hand reached towards his chest. "Perhaps we can pleasure each other?"

"Interesting change of heart." Akule replied, bemused. Mirage's hand slipped down until it was met by a stiff volume growing within his loose cotton trousers. "What brought it on?"

"I'm an evil goddess of darkness and chaos." Mirage replied slowly. "And I'm also a cat. Do I need any explanation?" She laughed, pulling loose the wide cloth belt that held his pants in place. There was no point in waiting or feigning innocence: the battle and its many close escapes had made her heart beat more powerfully than it had in centuries, she wanted that male, and the excitement made her fingers tremble.

His trousers fell easily, revealing a black-furred sheath with a pink member that glistened in the light of the few torches that remained on the walls. She licked her lips at the sight of the jackal's swelling malehood, stroking it with her long-fingered hands.

"I concede that point." He nodded, a quiet murr escaping his throat. Even without any outward magic, the sorceress knew what she was doing. He put a hand on her forehead, pushing her a few inches back firmly. "But I know that cats like to play with their food. How will I know this is not another ruse?"

"Keep your guard up, if you must..." Her hand grasped the stiff shaft. It had reached its peak, and now a large drop of precum balanced precariously upon the almost vertical tip. She stroked him carefully, making sure the pre would not waste itself upon her fingers or on the ground. "This cat goddess will simply enjoy herself..."

"Is that so? Very well, then." A gust of magical wind ripped what was left of his clothes off, revealing a well-muscled black-furred body with a slightly lighter underbelly. Her hand was pushed away and with a gesture of his hand her damaged dress fell apart as if cut by a precise swordsman. Mirage purred in pleasant surprise as she felt the cold air of her ruined temple coiling around her voluptuous form now naked. Akule lowered himself, hands firmly placed on her wide hips and squeezing. "I kneel before the cat goddess."

Before Mirage could formulate a retort, she found herself closing her eyes and gasping. Her legs instantly weakened as she felt his canine tongue flicking and lapping at her slit and between her lithe, strong thighs. She held on to his strong shoulders by instinct, a loud purr vibrating the air. It felt so good! And it had been just so long! She needed more!

Akule licked with gusto, drinking Mirage's sweet, slightly sticky honey. Befitting a seductress of Mirage's caliber, the slightly sweet flavor of her juices could by itself entice even the most powerful mind. He suckled on that tender spot, the tiny fleshy nub poking out of its own little fold, and the feline enchantress yowled with pleasure. A brief but powerful orgasm rocked her body, and her claws dug deep into his shoulder. As Mirage panted and purred to herself Akule licked his lips and looked up, grinning in triumph, his chin dripping with her honey.

"To the main course?" He whispered.

Mirage merely nodded, a relaxed smile in her lips. A flourish and they were surrounded by a multitude of pillows and veils, all a deep crimson. The veils filtered the lights of floating lanterns, bathing them in a soft red glow. Akule glanced around as the cat sorceress wriggled herself free from his grasp and sat on a large cushion, leaning back until she was almost laying down. Her legs were spread wide, her nether lips also slightly spread apart and revealing her most inviting intimacy. The jackal grinned wide and stood up, drinking the view like wine as he towered over her.

Mirage's back arched up by instinct as the pointed tip parted her slit and pushed into her wet core almost effortlessly. It was a tight, almost virginal fit after so many centuries of solitude, but it mattered little to such a powerful male as the black jackal. His meat, enviable in both length and girth, pushed until his stretched sheath was being kissed by her nether lips, her cervix kissing the head. She yowled and meowed in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure as he thrust and pushed to make himself comfortable inside her snug walls.

Finally, he started to thrust. Mirage lost herself to the pleasure, caring little for the thought of her rival's precum now oozing against her walls. She reached around his sides, dragging her clawed fingers against his back for support against his mighty lunges. Her sensitive core could feel every throb of that veiny shaft as it punished her without mercy. In ecstasy, she threw her head back, her headpiece flying somewhere into the darkness, and let the chain of pleasure overtake her. The last shreds of conscious thought were directed to casting a sly spell. The magic coiled around his family jewels almost imperceptibly as they smacked themselves against her rear. Certain she would be given what she deserved after so long, she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as another wave of bliss washed over her.

Akule paid little mind to the feline's passions. His eyes were hypnotized by the sight of Mirage's breasts bounding and jerking in sync with his hips. Her large nipples deserved to be used. He clenched his teeth and held back, a mischievous little strand of arcane energy flickering between his fingers as he kneaded on her chest with both hands. The squirming femme under him could do nothing but gasp and moan as the sensitive skin became even more so, making her shiver with every touch. His work done, the jackal pulled back until the tip was nearly completely out, then slammed back inside hard!

Mirage gasped and meowed loudly, spreading her legs wide as a last powerful climax was triggered by the feeling of his thick, fertile seed splashing against her inner sanctum, and the large knot stretching her entrance almost to its breaking point. Realizing they were tied, her body accepted his offering gladly, the barrier inside her spreading just enough for the tip to gush its load directly into her aching womb. She squeezed her chest as pleasure rocked her body, and a jolt ran up her spine. She mewled in surprise, but enjoyed the new feeling. The jackal growled and grunted, grinding his hips as a volume far greater than the norm pumped out in thick white bursts.

She grinned evilly as she felt her walls throb under that pressure, the air-tight seal around his knot keeping everything inside. Her breasts, stroked by her deft fingers, hurt slightly in a most enjoyable way. She looked at Akule, who was panting hard as his shaft delivered its last drops into her tensed body.

"Evenly matched?" He finally panted, looking at her flushed face.

"Evenly matched." Mirage replied, shifting a little in place and causing the spent jackal to grunt and move a little himself. She knew his knot would remain in place for at least half an hour, and she would enjoy every second of it. She purred: with some luck, she would bear a large litter of powerful little sorcerer cubs.