Love in the Snow

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About time I wrote something involving big cat protagonists, am I right? This time, we also have a gorgeous piece of art to go with our two protagonists, Aryn and Shantu. Most of you are already familiar with my snowy cheetah. He's one very lucky male to get paired in this story with Shantu, a female snow leopard who is probably a better mate to him than he deserves :snickers: Hope you enjoy the story, as well as the amazing artwork that comes with it.

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Love in the Snow

Frozen needles shot through Aryn's pads from the prolonged walk, his feet still unaccustomed to such deep layers of snow. He followed Shantu's trail, carefully stepping into the hollows created by her bigger, fluffier paws. The snow leopardess kept her tail just above the snow, its bottom gathering a few errant snow particles that clung to her thick fur.

Unlike him, Shantu belonged here. She had thick enough fur to last through a blizzard and inherently knew the valleys and streams.

Or so she liked to boast.

She stopped ahead, lifting her head towards the clear sky, sniffing.

Aryn's whiskers sagged in an instant. "We're lost for the eighth time, aren't we?"

Shantu didn't answer. She sprinted up ahead, halting to a stop in front of a frozen river, staring past the barrier of snow-laden trees.

"We're not lost. Since you don't even know where your kind lives, all we can do is scouting the forests."

Scouting the forests? As in, walking around aimlessly? His temper flared, doing little to warm his body or soothe the numbness that settled over his paws

"Just admit it. You are the most clueless snow leopard in this whole wide valley."

"Clueless when it comes to your particular species." Shantu's tail dug deeper between her legs, throwing Aryn a fleeting glance. "A few days ago, I wasn't even aware snowy cheetahs actually exist."

"Of course we do," Aryn said, bumping her shoulder with his nose. "Am I not the perfect example of that?"

Shantu's tail rolled over Aryn's back to brush off the thin coat of snow that settled over his intricate patterns. "Yeah right. You're not even from these parts."

"It shouldn't matter to you." Aryn added some weight into his voice, and Shantu's head lowered an inch forward in submission. "Lead on."

Blessedly, she did as instructed, and Aryn fell in behind her. Something irritated him about Shantu. She talked too much and knew too little. The snow leopardess also had the habit of prying too much into his life like a concerned mate.

Aryn licked the snow off his whiskers, staring at the way her rump and tail swayed. She had pleasant shapes, intriguing rosettes, and a long, flexible, bushy tail that stirred Aryn's envy. Why didn't he have one of those? Snowy cheetah, humans liked to call him, but he couldn't suffer it. The ice made his paws numb, the cold stung his nose, and his muscles almost ached from the prominent shivers rippling under his thinner coat.

Aryn tried to fight them back, but his mind couldn't make up for a lifetime spent in the human settlements. Every winter, he slept on a fluffy carpet in front of a hearth within which a hearty fire roared. He didn't go out for more than a dozen minutes at a time, and whenever he did that, Aryn had kept to the cobbled roads, the snow scooped off them by the locals.

Bitterness crept into Aryn's heart, along with a deep longing for Jorn. He was a human. An old one at that. Not his kin, not even his family. But he was the only being Aryn trusted enough to call a friend, and also the one who raised him. Wouldn't things have been different, if he remained here, in the north? At least he wouldn't tremble like a kitten...

The prickly daggers poking at his pads wrestled Aryn back to the present. He began releasing short, instinctive yips, and he only realized that when Shantu changed course to lead him up a hill, inside a grove, where the snow thinned enough for dark splotches of frozen earth to peek through it.

She settled onto her side, her azure eyes suggesting Aryn to do the same.

"No," he said with a vehement shake of his head. "I can keep going. It's just a matter of getting used to it."

"Good. Then let's get on with it so that we can continue our journey, throughout which you get used to the cold."

Insufferable creature!

Aryn flopped next to her, rumbling his displeasure for these unnecessary breaks. But no, Shantu had to be stubborn! She had to feign interest for his wellbeing just to prolong her time with him. Why him, of all cats? She had plenty of snow leopard company at her disposal, if only she was brave enough to seek it.

The questioned remained without an answer as Shantu nuzzled one of his hind paws, her hot tongue following suit. The wet warmth urged a soft yelp from Aryn, his toes flaring, his paw jerking within the grip of her forepaws.

"This...is bloody ridiculous. I can...lick myself, you know," he squeaked through his high pitched chirps.

"Your tongue is too small," she said, pausing to look up at him. "And your body is so numb from the shivers you can barely bring your head around your hindquarters."

Hard to argue with that. Blissful relief surged through Aryn as soon as he sat down, and the last thing he felt like doing was tend to his feet. Besides, Shantu offered. It would have been a waste to decline an opportunity at being lazy.

"Suit yourself. Saves me the trouble."

An elegant smirk spread over Shantu's lips. Her tongue restored feeling back into Aryn's pads with each of those long, wet strokes, her touch so delicate Aryn had to resist the temptation to purr. Aryn could attest to the effectiveness of her licks, because the barbs scraping along his smooth, pink pads tickled something fierce, enough to make him squirm and yip, his tail slapping against Shantu's neck repeatedly.

She gave his paw one final lick, released it, then trapped his other one between her forepaws. Before her tongue darted out of her maw for a second onslaught, Shantu's eyes shifted towards him, steam rolling from her nostrils.

"There's barely any fur between your toes. It's a wonder your paws haven't turned into icicles yet." She ran her nose along his pads, its hot, smooth surface equally ticklish.

Aryn tried to kick her square in the nose, but she drew back with lightning fast reflexes, hissing at him. "Besides, you can tend to your other paws. That should make our break shorter."

He brought a forepaw over to his muzzle, starting with slow, elaborate licks, his amethyst eyes drifting towards Shantu.

"You're the most irritating scout I ever had the pleasure to travel with."

"And you embarked on a most ridiculous quest on your own, in a land you don't understand that is too harsh for your...your..." She began licking his toes when the proper words refused to grace her lips, snuffing out Aryn's chance at a retort.

Actually, he didn't need a retort. Shantu didn't need to know any more, other than his intention to find his kin. She wasn't a snowy cheetah, nor could she sympathize with him, a feline raised by a human without any knowledge of his parents, relatives, or their whereabouts.

This second time around, he didn't tickle so bad. Her tongue strokes felt actually pleasant, and the renewed mobility allowed him to flex, bend, curl his toes once again without the icy daggers to pierce through his pads. While she warmed his hind paw, Aryn made quick work of his other forepaw, fanning out and folding his toes to test their dexterity.

Excellent.

When he attempted to get up, his gaze fell on Shantu's haunches, ending with her bigger toes. Thin, grey lines marked each one of them, housing claws that Aryn hadn't seen so far.

"I can wait a minute longer while you lick your own paws. Or, if you feel equally lazy, I can do it for you."

Her giggle gave Aryn pause, and he made a mental note not to attempt to show any more kindness to this obnoxious ball of fluff.

"My fur is enough to keep me warm. See?"

She practically thrust a forepaw into Aryn's face, the white fur lining the crevices between her toes contrasting with her darker pads.

"Yes, I see," Aryn half said, half growled. "Thanks for showing me what I already knew."

"I...didn't mean it like that." Shantu's voice softened, her tail hugging her frame just a bit tighter.

Aryn didn't fall for it. He simply rolled onto his feet and arched his tail across his back to signal his impatience with this idle talk.

"You are awfully self-conscious," Shantu noted as she took the lead once again. "As if you have something to prove."

Yes. He did have something to prove, but it was none of Shantu's business.

In fact, Aryn had no need of her. For the better part of four days, Shantu had done nothing but talk talk talk, lick, lick, lick. With his mobility restored, Aryn dashed through the snow drifts with maladroit strides, paying no attention to Shantu's growls.

"Go ahead!" She finally roared, purposefully trailing behind. "Exhaust yourself. You already know how much I relish prolonged breaks. Maybe we'll even sleep in each other's embrace this day, mrrr!"

Break? Aryn needed no break. His kin sprinted through the snow drifts, faster than any snow leopard could. They disregarded the elements, their natural resilience outmatching the cold, the rain, the snow. Aryn, as a snowy cheetah himself, was no different. His powerful haunches propelled him forward, his elongated tail banking left and right to help adjust his balance as he hurtled through the withered forest.

A slant opened up ahead. Aryn took it head on, his claws digging into the ground, latching around the frozen roots protruding from the ground to crest the mountain. Once he reached the top, Aryn halted, his tongue thrusting between his fangs with each loud exhale and sharp inhale. His legs trembled from exertion, his balance wavering. Aryn only managed to wobble a few steps forward before his frozen, unresponsive toes refused to curl his claws around the ground for purchase.

He crashed onto his stomach. His limbs sprawled in random directions, and his tail curled around his side so that he could cover his nose with the fluffy tip. It did little to alleviate the stinging cold, but breathing in the freezing air seemed more manageable at least.

Only a few more steps,_Aryn thought. _A few more steps, and I'll have a good enough view of this territory.

He barely managed to push himself up onto all fours and stroll over to the edge of the cliff. A few rocky outcrops raised around him, their vague outlines jutting out of the ground, completely covered in snow.

Past the top of the cliff stretched a white expanse of meandering mountains, caressed by the soft orange light of the setting sun. Aryn's eyes shifted from their jagged peaks to the desolate tundra stretching between them. No trees. Only a blank, vast desolation.

"The tundra wasn't always so barren," Shantu's voice came from behind. "My family spoke of lush hunting grounds, with no trace of frost."

Aryn's muscles tightened, the fur along his nape rising halfway as knots formed within his belly. Did his kind simply...disappear? Was he really chasing ghosts, like Shantu put it?

The snow leopardess appeared at Aryn's side, her tail seeking his. Aryn's tail tip curled around hers, the sinking feeling weighing too hard on him to care about past squabbles. Jorn had called his kind Tundra stalkers. Only, this tundra had nothing to offer but snow, ice, and death. No point in stalking through it, that much was certain.

"Are there other tundras?"

Shantu's drooping gaze provided not a drop of reassurance, so Aryn nuzzled her neck and turned around, wrapping his tail around her head to guide her back the way they came.

"We'll continue through the forest. Cross the valley, find out what sits at the end of it."

"Snow leopard territory," Shantu said. She stopped, Aryn's tail falling past her neck and sinking between his haunches.

He knew that. He also remembered that Shantu had mentioned Aryn was the only snowy cheetah she encountered. But...maybe they were wrong. Snow leopard and snowy cheetahs--they kept to their own territories, their existence secretive to one another.

The howling of wolves made Aryn freeze in his tracks. A deep shudder shook his frame, sending him back to Shantu, his frame rubbing against her, as if to dispel the pang of fear that bloomed within him. The snow leopardess looked equally alert, her azure eyes scanning the forest below.

"If you want to take your chances with a direwolf pack, head into their territory at dusk" she said, nuzzling Aryn's neck. "I'm too much of a leopard for such acts of bravery."

For once, Aryn agreed with her. Up here, their howls were just background noise, the distance between their territory and the two felines too big for them to pick their respective scents.

"Fine. We'll rest," Aryn grumbled. "Just so we can resume our journey at first light."

Shantu already swept the snow aside with her paws and tail, creating a small cubicle wide enough for the both of them. She already assumed her customary position on the side, the lazy creature, one haunch and forepaw aloft to present him with her silken belly.

"Well?" Her voice came, a tinge of nervousness coloring it. "Sharing warmth is something your kind does as well."

"I don't need your warmth," Aryn said, strolling over to her. "It's not cold enough for such...desperate measures."

His jape earned him faint laughter from Shantu. "You're on top of a cliff, devoid of cover, with a too thin coat to ward off the night breeze. Trust me when I say that you're about to have a sleepless night." Shantu flicked her tail to express her exasperation, revealing her gender in the process. "Why are you hesitating? Is it because I'm female?"

"Counts among my reasons," Aryn mumbled, eyes glued to her sex. "But it's hardly the main one. I just...prefer to sleep alone."

He had noticed Shantu's gender before, but it still quickened his blood. The sight of that pink isle nestled within the confines of her fur was enough to send fiery snakes down his spine. A shudder followed in their wake, his ears perking, his tail tip shifting back and forth as he inadvertently stared at her petite, feline vulva.

Shantu's tail smacked him across the head, snapping him out of his reverie. "Don't pretend to know better than me, city dweller," she snapped. "Without me, you would have perished three days ago. We are going to sleep together, unless you want to add to the numbers of snowy cheetahs claimed by the cold."

Stunned, with his mind suddenly blank, Aryn crawled next to her, forgetting all about his initial reluctance to do so, and more than a little disturbed by her claims.

"That's better," she almost seemed to purr. Her two limbs fell down on top of Aryn, her forepaw clutching his neck, pulling him closer to her, while her haunch shifted on top of his, gripping him hard enough to drag her body closer to him, until their bellies met.

"Aren't you males supposed to purr at the opportunity to hug with a willing female?"

"We're sharing warmth, not hugging each other," Aryn countered.

With no wiggle room left, Aryn had no choice but to rest his paws on top of her, the warmth oozing through her fur much too delightful to his freezing pads.

"I could have managed," he said, curling his head back to put some distance between their muzzles. "But you're not the first one to underestimate my capabilities."

"Capabilities, you say," Shantu cooed, dragging a forepaw down Aryn's neck. The cheetah shook his body so that it fell on the ground, his soft hiss warning Shantu against caressing him as if...as if he was a helpless kitten!

"I did the hunting. I chose the dens. I fed you, kept you warm, even licked your paws, hrr," she growled her own irritation with him.

"You offered to help, and I warmly accepted. There is nothing more to it."

"I'm also offering to lie in each other's embrace to preserve heat more effectively. Why can't you simply accept it, like you did before?"

"I'm terribly sorry," Aryn said without bothering to hide his sarcasm. "Maybe I should start licking you all over. That's probably where this leads. I won't be able to stop, you will dare me on, and I'll have no choice but to mate with you!"

Shantu remained still for a moment, her azure eyes staring into Aryn's amethyst ones. Then, she quickly blinked to brush off the spark of longing trapped within the blue pools, bringing her forepaw over to nibble on the fur rising between her toes.

"We all have our desires, Aryn. You want to find your kin, I crave for companionship," she finally confirmed Aryn's thoughts. "I never liked being on my own. I never liked sleeping alone. And...I always wondered how it feels to mate."

So did he, but this was hardly the time and place for such petty emotions. Aryn placed a forepaw on top of hers, his toes holding onto hers.

"You're a skilled hunter," Aryn said, just this once, and only because she found the courage to share her thoughts. "It won't be long before you find a worthy mate. Just make sure to survive until then"

"I don't want to survive. There is more to life than just survival." Shantu's voice was low, almost frail, barely louder than the swishing of her tongue sliding over her pads. "I want to share warmth with another, to talk, and lick, and cuddle, maybe even...mate."

Yes, he heard it the first time. How blunt did this creature have to be?

Only, this time around, her final word was so subdued Aryn had to strain his ears to grasp it. In retrospect, he wished he didn't, for it stirred him in all the wrong ways. No female spoke of mating so freely unless she desired to go through it right here and now.

His heartbeats picked up, his pads grew noticeably warmer, and his member shifted within its confines at the sound of that one word while trapped within a female's embrace.

Don't dwell on it, don't dwell on it, he tried to fight through it, but once his sheath grew sturdy and his sack tightened, there was no going back.

"Hard to believe you haven't mated so far. I expected more from you," Aryn tried to stir her anger, bringing his tail over the pink tip poking out of its sanctuary. He licked his muzzle to conceal the shudder of his lips as he felt his meat brush against the fur of his tail, ever growing, ever expanding.

"I remained within the range of my home territory. Mother is with cubs, so I've been on the prowl ever since. I should have ventured into foreign territories, but...I simply lacked the courage."

Really? Her?!

Aryn released a nervous chirp, meant to express his amusement, but instead, Shantu took it as her cue to rub her nose against him and purr reassuringly.

"You don't have to say it. I know you haven't mated yourself."

The fur along Aryn's nape rose in an instant. "And how would you know? The city is teeming with big cats, some of which are in heat, their tails raised day and night." He growled to get his point across, pushing her muzzle back with his nose.

Shantu's tongue bathed his muzzle with her saliva. Not gross and stinky, like Aryn expected from a leopard, but thin, alluring, even stimulating. Sparks shot through his hide. His thoughts clouded, and for a moment, all he focused on was the warmth of the first kiss he ever received, and the mellow growl rumbling within Shantu's throat.

By the spirits! If she wasn't a female, Aryn would have thought nothing of it. Just a friendly lick, shared between two friends. However, Shantu was exactly that, and she made her interest in mating known just moments ago.

She's not going to mate with me, Aryn reassured himself. He was too much of a bumbling idiot to truly deserve a female like her, and Shantu was quite irritating on her own, always thinking she knew better than everybody.

And yet, Aryn found himself drowning within those azure pools, unable to take his eyes off them. His paw gripped her neck tighter, drawing her closer to him against his will. His tongue snaked past his fangs out of its own accord, dabbing at Shantu's nose before fleeing back like terrified prey.

That was all Shantu needed for her growl to pick up and her limbs to weave around Aryn, dragging him deep into her embrace. She licked his muzzle a few more times, allowing Aryn a moment of respite to suck in a deep breath while her nose traveled all the way to an ear to whisper.

"You hoped to find something out here. Something precious enough to you to give purpose to your existence."

In the heat of the moment, his logic slipped, and that one word fled his lips before he could restrain it. "You?"

Shantu nibbled on his ear, her mirthful growl so soothing Aryn leaned his head forward to give her better access. "That just proves my point. A female's embrace is all it takes to wash away that adorable--if a bit annoying--pride of yours."

"As if you fare any better," Aryn blurted out. "You haven't licked a male before either. Trust me, I've been licked by enough females to know."

"Perhaps, but unlike you, I know what I want."

Aryn's head threatened to explode from the torrent of emotions flooding it. He clung onto the most familiar one, disbelief, and pushed Shantu back with both forepaws to look straight into her eyes.

"No you don't. I may have been Jorn's friend, but to everyone else, I was a pet. I'm still a pet. I am ill fitted to brave the frozen north, I have no idea where my kin is, and I'm too clumsy to hunt anything bigger than a rabbit."

It felt good to vent, to finally admit the truth to somebody, even if it was Shantu. At least she would stop this nonsense before--

Her lick took him aback. Another one followed, then another. Her paws eased Aryn onto his back, pinning his chest so that she could lick his nose, chin, cheeks, even brow. Aryn chirped and squirmed between the relentless tongue strokes, trying to push her away. His limbs turned limp all of a sudden, however, and strength fled his muscles, leaving him weak, vulnerable, and purring louder than he ever did before.

"I wanted to lick you since I first laid eyes on you," Shantu said, rubbing her fluffy cheek against him, bathing Aryn with her sharper fragrance. She smelled like the winter, crisp and strong, with vibrant hues.

"But you had to make it difficult, which, in turn, only fueled my desire."

Aryn desired her too. By the spirits, he desired her very much. His member bobbed from the intensity of his throbs, his pouch quaking at the promise of spilling its burden inside a female. Now, his fantasies were about to become reality, and Aryn never felt more clumsy.

Why, he had no idea what to do, other than push his tongue past Shantu's whiskers to lick at her muzzle and purr for her. Shantu's paws began kneading at his chest, the fluid motion of her toes unraveling the knots formed within the muscles lining Aryn's chest.

Her pleasant massage gave him ideas, too. He brought his forepaws around her neck, running them through her silken fur, his licks picking up as his pads glided through up and down along her neck. Eager to feel all that fluff pressed against him, he began pushing against Shantu's head, but the leopardess shook out of his grip with a sharp growl, shifting onto her legs.

Aryn remained on his side for a moment, dazed by how fast everything unfolded. Just as his thoughts began to adjust, Shantu turned around, her tail lifted to present him with the lewdest sight Aryn had ever laid eyes upon.

She was completely soaked down there, her sex so prominent Aryn found himself panting, trying to suck in as much of her intoxicating fragrance as possible. That overpowering scent coiled around his mind, seizing control of it, snuffing out everything, apart from his dire desire to breed.

Oh, how he wanted to breed Shantu, to stick his hardened rod past her dainty crevice, to pound away at her small, cozy slit. Before Shantu had the chance to leave, Aryn's forepaws lashed out, grabbing onto her haunches, pulling himself towards her pink sex, glistening in the vermilion sunlight thanks to the film of arousal coating it.

Aryn only managed two licks. Shantu surged forward, her hindquarters trembling, her lips pulled into a snarl. There was no trace of enmity upon her scrunched lips; only unspent lust, stoked by her fierce stance.

With her savory taste still upon his tongue, Aryn rolled onto his paws, his purr and excited growls interweaving. He padded over to her, one slow step at a time, licking his muzzle in anticipation for what was to come. The female, as expected, lowered herself upon her belly, her tail raised like a flagpole, the tip shifting back and forth.

Aryn should have faltered, right there and then. Females didn't willingly present their slick gender to him, nor assume a mating position after a brief foreplay. Shantu, however, was different, her enthralling gaze bearing into Aryn's, her tongue dashing along her lips as she called to him with soft, growly mewls.

He obeyed, his instincts doing all of the work for him. First, he stepped over her, one set of limbs on each side. Then, he lowered his chest upon her back so that their cheeks met, both of the cats licking and growling their lust for one another. Shantu's tail grabbed onto Aryn's, tugging at it, just like her sounds tugged at his heart.

"Mrowr, I feel so warm, so ready for this," Shantu said, whipping her head back to plant a reassuring lick upon Aryn's chin. "I want you to mate me, Aryn. I want to feel your seed inside me."

His senses tingled as well, the cold dissipating before his desire to mate. A few tongue strokes upon Shantu's neck helped the leopardess relax, allowing Aryn's haunches to clamp down upon hers in order to hold her in place. With their bodies perfectly aligned and their tails coiled, Aryn thrust his throbbing meat forward in soft, repeated motions, licking his muzzle erratically, panting in anticipation of the stroke that would hit home.

Once his tip tasted her soggy lips, there was no going back. Unable to contain the surge of bliss that spiked through his frame, Aryn pushed all the way inside Shantu, yowling in unison with her as his balls slapped against the patch of fur right under her tail, drenched with her arousal.

Warmth, unlike which Aryn had never felt before, surrounded him from all sides. His limbs trembled, and his tail quaked as it traveled through his frame in quick, sudden jolts, breaking his yowl into shuddering growls. The cheetah remained inside her for a few moments, paralyzed with pleasure, Shantu's shuddering muscles squeezing and softening around him at a too fast pace.

The leopardess squirmed and wriggled underneath him, clawing at the ground, twisting her head back to lick at Aryn's scrunched lips. Aryn barely registered the touch of her tongue, too busy mewling his heart out.

This strange feeling--it overwhelmed his body. His ripe orbs churned within his quivering sack, and his member throbbed inside Shantu, his flared barbs triggering a short spasm through the female's frame.

"Grarrr," Shantu's feral growl came. She began grinding her hindquarters against Aryn, begging to be mated, to feel his barbs scrape along her walls, to be filled by his potent seed.

Only, Aryn was already at his limits. It took all of his willpower to hold back the insistent pressure welling at the base of his penis from exploding into Shantu. One slight movement, one shaky thrust, and his control would falter.

Not if he took his mind off it.

Guided by his instincts, Aryn locked his jaws around Shantu's neck, grabbing onto her hide with his fangs, applying increasing pressure. Rather than cry out her discomfort, Shantu's struggles ceased, her body falling completely limp, giving Aryn full control over her.

While in control, sudden crave filled Aryn's body, deep and insatiable. His haunches tightened around Shantu, squeezing onto her as if his life depended on it while the cheetah began mating her with short, fast, jerky thrusts. He couldn't control their speed, aim, intensity. By the spirits, he could barely fight back the great pleasure brought by every single stroke.

To make it worse, Shantu was completely soaked. Even with his poor aim, Aryn practically slid inside her, his member slipping past her lips and straight into her tight canal that he stretched with each deep, squelching shove.

Shantu's tail squeezed Aryn's tighter, and so did her muscular walls. To keep from going over the edge, Aryn bit his female harder, unaware that, during a mating, the fine line between pain and pleasure blurred. As soon as his fangs kissed her hide, Shantu unleashed a sharp, steady growl, claws protracting from all of her paws to rake at the floor.

The sound was so jarring and sudden, Aryn's grip over her neck faltered. He sought to grab her again while his hips bucked out of their own accord, plunging his rock-hard meat into Shantu's silken depths. Once he seized her hide for a second time, Aryn pressed his chest tighter against her, snuffing out her writhing motions so that he could pound her with feline efficiency. His barbs flared, scraping at her walls, stimulating Shantu to such extent that the leopardess couldn't take it anymore.

She clamped down on Aryn, so hard that stars filled the cheetah's gaze. In the same instant, Aryn pushed all the way inside Shantu, his balls slapping against her rear with an audible 'plop,' churning from their impending release. Unable to hold for even a second longer within Shantu's too tight grasp, Aryn yowled his bliss into his mate's ears, his voice shuddering from the hearty spurts exploding into Shantu.

From then on, everything was a blur to Aryn. His senses had never registered such overwhelming pleasure. It took Aryn's breath away, forced every muscle within his body to tighten. His heart threatened to leap through his skull, its beatings too loud, too strong. Aryn almost expected to faint if not for the throbs wracking his member.

His focus converged upon it, relishing the way seed lanced into Shantu's depths through abrupt, powerful spurts. Her cunt molded around Aryn, smothering his barbed rod, milking every drop of precious seed. All the while, Shantu's climax built, until her high-pitched roar heralded her own release.

Gushes of hot femcum flooded her already full tunnel, shooting past Aryn's member, splattering upon his balls and tail. To stoke her bliss, Aryn used his last reserves of strength to thrust inside her, surrendering his remaining drops of seed to her shuddering walls.

"Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," Shantu rumbled as her senses returned, her version of a purr deeper and stronger than Aryn's. The cheetah tried to disentangle from the pile of paws and tails, but in his dazed state, he ended up crashing on top of Shantu, chirping in surprise.

Shantu, on the other hand, rolled away from Aryn's grip with fluid grace. His member came free of her slit, a river of juices following in his wake. Aryn stared at them with bleary eyes, a satisfied expression etched upon his face.

Shantu gave him a lick over his nose, then raised a hind paw to inspect her dripping slit, her tunnel filled to the brim by the virgin cheetah.

"You...you had so much lust trapped within your orbs," Shantu said, switching her attention to him, sudden excitement coloring her voice. "I never expected mating to feel so great."

Aryn crawled into her embrace, rewarding his female with affectionate licks over her cheek and a hearty purr. "It's unlike anything I've ever experienced myself."

"See? Good things can come from an innocent cuddle." Shantu's enthusiasm died down, too fast for comfort. Aryn began licking her brow, cupping her face in his paws, rubbing his nose against hers.

"What's troubling you?"

"Nothing," she said, meeting Aryn's tongue with her own. "It's just that...I want us to remain together, Aryn. This mating; I don't want it to be the only one we share." Shantu placed a forepaw upon Aryn's shoulder, kneading at it with her toes. "More than anything, I do not want to be alone anymore, and..." she licked her whiskers, looking at Aryn with a pleading gaze. "Whatever happens, I want to be by your side, wherever you go."

Aryn rested his hind legs upon her haunch, easing Shantu onto his chest so he could lick at one of her ears. "Let's start out by carving a territory for our future family."

A sharp, excited yelp escaped Shantu. "Aryn, are you--"

"I am," he reassured his mate with a long, passionate kiss over her brow. "I want to settle somewhere and find a purpose greater than myself."

"Which is?" Shantu teased, rubbing her nose through Aryn's fluffy neck.

"Repopulating these woods with our very own snowy cheetahs."

The two cats began licking and rubbing their heads against each other, sharing a deep moment of affection that could not be expressed through mere words. It warmed Aryn's heart, to finally have found his purpose in life, and, while grooming his mate's neck, he was certain that Shantu's embrace was where he belonged from now on.

***THE END***

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