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As per your requests, here's part two of Thomas Perkins's story.

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From the sun high in the sky and the atmosphere, Thomas knew it was summer, that particular time of the year when everything just seemed so much better, from the birds cheerfully chirping to the warmth of daylight on his skin. He was standing in a clear, green field, bordered by brightened woods and dotted by thick-trunked trees, all of which rustled ever so slightly in the gentle breeze. The area looked awfully familiar, but no matter how hard the private thought, he couldn't remember ever being there before. Come to think of it, he couldn't remember why he was even there, and he was just starting to debate exploring the area when something barreled into him from behind.

The thing knocked him forward into the grass, wrapping a set of lithe, muscular arms around his torso that felt like they were covered in silky fur. Before he could react, it also hooked its legs around his own before rolling him onto his side, making it nigh impossible to escape. It let him struggle for a few seconds before sinking its teeth into his neck, but to his rational mind's surprise, the feeling of having fangs puncturing his skin and biting into his jugular was somehow pleasant. Warm, crimson blood quickly spilled out and soaked into his shirt as the thing ripped a sizable chunk out of his neck, but to Thomas, it seemed akin to a tender embrace. He felt nothing but contentment as the creature held him down and took another bite out of him, his mind utterly devoid of the fear or agony one would typically expect, and the only thing that even slightly concerned him was that his body was beginning to lose feeling.

Once it was content with the amount of damage to his veins, the thing flipped him onto his back, taking a second to examine him with dull green eyes. The spotted, feral face of a jaguar looked down at him, seeming just like a wild animal as it bent down and tucked into his throat. It still felt warm and intimate rather than painful, like an act of love rather than pure hunger, even though a tiny piece of his mind was screaming in fear. He tried to move one hand up to stroke the jaguar's fur, but his limbs wouldn't obey, preventing him from raising so much as a finger; the paralysis didn't phase him, however, as he was just where he wanted to be.

After chewing its way down to his spine, the creature pulled back with blood soaking its muzzle. “Thomas?" it said in a strangely familiar feminine voice, “Venga… wake up!"

Suddenly, the young private snapped out of his dream, finding himself naked in a woven bed with a jaguar still looking down at him. He instantly recognized it, or rather her, as Kiana, and a brief memory of the day's events ran through his head. Right then, she looked alarmingly worried about something, although her expression softened a tad when he seemed to come to. “Stay still, okay?" she hurriedly whispered, “Let me handle this."

Before he could ask what she was going to handle or why he needed to be still, she rushed off and grabbed what looked like a bowl of brownish powder, then began liberally flinging it around the hut like a priest with holy water. He sat up just in time for her to start applying the substance to his naked skin, and he began to ask what was going on just as she handed him the bowl and pushed him back down. “Shh. Just stay here," she continued while hurriedly piling his clothes and gun onto the bed, “With any luck, I'll have him gone in a few minutes."

Thomas was again stopped from questioning her when she threw a massive blanket of stitched hide over him, and right before it settled over the bed, he heard a masculine voice that had the same accent as Kiana. “Oh, cariña," whoever it was called out, “Estás lista para mí? Tengo un regalo que creo que te encantará…"

The voice sounded like a gentleman caller of some sort, with enough arousal dripping from it to seem like one of the males Kiana had been talking about. His theory was confirmed as she let out a frustrated sigh, followed by her moving some things around her home. Thomas had just found his rifle by touch when he realized that the bowl of powder was emitting some kind of herbal stench, although he wasn't sure what exactly the purpose of it was; he thought about tasting it, but was distracted yet again by the sound of someone climbing up to the hut's entrance. “Espero que tengas sed," came the lusty male voice, “Porque tengo una dulce para ti."

“No estoy de humor, Alejo," Kiana replied, “Ve molestar alguien más." Her words were sharp with an irritation even Thomas could hear, and yet the suitor continued to climb.

“Oh, ven ahora, solo eres quisquiyoso porque estás en estro. Sé que tienes celo, Kiana, podía olerlo a una milla." At first, Thomas thought about coming to her rescue like a folk hero, but he quickly realized that she probably wouldn't need his help; she'd dealt with these suitors before, odds were she could do it again… or at least he hoped she could. His hand found its way to the grip of his rifle just in case, although the private couldn't remember if he'd slid in a new round. Had he?

From the sound of it, the male suitor had just entered the hut, and in Thomas's head, he pictured a sly-looking jaguar sauntering up to Kiana. “Todavía no le interesa," the latter growled, “Sal de aquí."

“No finjas que no hemos hecho este baile antes, cariña," the randy suitor replied, “Hace dos meses me pedías que te montara." Thomas could hear his padded footsteps approaching his hiding place, and he began to wonder just how inconspicuous of a lump he was making. “Gracias por refrescar el lugar, de paso… O hay alguien más para el que te estás preparando?" As the blanket covering him was suddenly ripped off, Thomas found himself face to face with a grinning jaguar, one who seemed a tad younger and a lot more boyish than Kiana. As it looked him over, the jaguar went from cocky to startled, followed by an ignition of combative fury as it drew a primitive flint knife. “Kiana, quédate detrás de mí!" it shouted, hopping backward and trying to protect Kiana with one arm while flourishing his weapon with his other.

Without really thinking, Thomas sat up, grabbed his gun, and hastily drew a bead on the intruder, but hesitated to pull the trigger. The two males stood in a standoff for a split second before Kiana darted in front of the other jaguar, shoving him back before thrusting her palm out toward Thomas. “Enough!" she shouted, “Both of you calm down!" She then turned back to the intruder, her eyes blazing with cold fury as she stared him down. “Alejo, baja ese maldito cuchillo, no está aquí para lastimarnos."

“Pero él… él…" The cogs in his mind slowly turned as he looked over Thomas's clothes and naked body, and as he began to realize the context of the situation, his snarl melted into an expression of confused disgust. “Tú… y él… ese humano?"

“Mmhmm." The lithe jaguar sauntered over to her human lover, pushing his rifle's barrel into the air as she sat down beside him. “Y fue mucho mejor que contigo, patán. Thomas, this is Alejo, he's one of the suitors I was talking about."

“Pero… pero…" Alejo's eyes darted over to Thomas's exposed red coat, widening a tad as his fighting spirit rekindled. “Es un Roja!" he cried, “Su pueblo ha estado masacrando a los Furias!"

“Oh por favor, es inofensivo. You wouldn't even hurt a bug, right, conejito?" She gently patted the private's thigh with one padded paw, causing him to turn and look into her jade eyes; he thought he could see a mischievous glint there… or was it affection? Lust, maybe? “Mira," she said as she stood up and refocused on Alejo, “Él sabe cosas sobre los otros humanos que le dirá al jefe, y planeo mantenerlo en compañía. Si quieres ponerte a prueba contra su palo-trueno, sé mi invitado, pero no me culpes si tienes un agujero enorme en tu pecho."

The male jaguar's gaze drifted down to Thomas's rifle as his expression became tinted with doubt, and his fighting stance wilted just a tad. Seeing his hesitation, Kiana sauntered up to him and took his knife between two digits, then twisted it out of his grip with lightning speed, flicking it down toward the ground in the same motion. The flint blade stuck into the floor like a quivering dart, and Alejo seemed torn between going for it or trying to take on Kiana barehanded; after a moment of thought, however, he resigned to retreat, darting over to pick up his knife before backing away toward the exit. “El jefe va a escuchar todo sobre tu mascotica, perra," he snarled with sharp fangs bared, “Espero que estés listo para la tormenta de mierda que caerá sobre ti." With that, he hopped down through the hole in the hut, and Thomas could hear the faint sound of him fleeing through the underbrush.

Once the intruder was gone, Kiana turned and began cleaning up a bit, taking the bowl of powder off the bed and sweeping some excess off its sheets. “Well, we'd best get going," she said, “Alejo is probably going to run his mouth to anyone he meets, and it would be good to cut the rumors off sooner than later."

“Going to your chief?" Thomas quickly sat up and began pulling his clothes on starting with his underwear, although the sticky remnants of bodily fluids made things a bit uncomfortable. “I thought you said you wanted to wait until you knew how they'd react to me?"

After tidying up a bit, his jaguar companion tucked a few things into pouches on her skirt, then slid her stolen infantry knife back into its sheath. “Don't worry, chief Kolau's not that aggressive, and almost everyone knows Alejo exaggerates everything. Plus, once we get cleaned up a bit, they'll likely see you as quite the gentleman with that fancy outfit of yours."

Thomas paused to look down at his coat's shredded buttons, wishing for a moment Kiana had taken a bit longer to strip him down. “So… you don't think you'll get in trouble for-"

“For mating? No, probably not. Porque estoy en estro, it's not as serious, like a crime of passion. I just can't help it." Once his fear was in order, she turned to Thomas with her paws on her hips, subtly encouraging him to get moving. “C'mon, the river won't wait forever."

“Wait, what river?" The young private's brow twisted in confusion as he pulled his boots on, and Kiana could practically feel his impending question. “You want to take a bath? I thought cats hate water?"

Kiana let out a short sigh in response, then turned toward the exit while beckoning him with one paw. “Well I don't, and unless you do, I've got the perfect spot for a swim."

Leaving his rifle behind, Thomas clumsily followed her through the thick jungle for a few minutes until they arrived at a smooth, sandy riverbank. Kiana immediately began stripping once they reach the shore, and the private quickly turned away and began to do the same. The sight of her nude, furry body still struck him as a forbidden delicacy, and he slowly began to blush as his mind conjured up indecent images of her exposing herself. She was just so beautiful, with soft fur and a caressing touch; the private knew such lewd thoughts were hardly appropriate, but he just couldn't help reliving their previous rutting session. Thomas had just finished stripping off his shirt when he felt something gently take hold of his belt, and he looked down to see two spotted arms helping him undress. “Kiana?" he gasped, “What're you-"

“Oh, relax," the jaguar purred, “I'm just trying to be helpful." The buckle easily came undone in her dexterous grip, and she slipped her thumbs under his waistband before yanking his pants down to the ground. “No need to be all prudish…" Once he was absolutely naked from the ankle up, the lusty jaguar began eagerly groping his stiffening cock, gently massaging it with tender paws to get him nice and hard. “What would you say to one last round?" she purred, “I'll even let you finish inside…"

“That, ah… sounds like a fair trade." Thomas did his best to quell his sensibilities as he turned to face Kiana, and when he hesitantly reached down between her legs, he quickly swallowed the prim and proper shame that bubbled up. “So… where do you want to start?"

Her paw gently guided his fingers down to the right spot as she stepped one leg a bit wider, and when he began gently rubbing her little clit, she let out a small humming sound of contentment. “Right there, conejito. Eso es todo, caliéntame un poco." She began leaning against him more and more, rubbing her cheek affectionately against him every so often; her wandering paws gradually found their way to his scrotum, and she began tenderly fondling his balls as she muttered something to herself. “Espero que aún tengas un poco más de leche, chiquitos, porque te voy a ordeñar a seca."

Thomas could feel the jaguar's soft, warm folds growing slicker and slicker as he massaged her clit, and in a burst of initiative, he plunged two fingers into her tight snatch. It didn't take long to find her g-spot, and once he started fingering her in full, she let out a deeper moan of pleasure. “What was that?" Thomas asked, “Sounded kind of… lusty."

Kiana chuckled just a bit, then let out a soft sigh before explaining herself. “It's just… mmmm, I think getting bred is starting to grow on me." She then leaned in close, but instead of kissing her human lover, she brought her lips right beside his ear. “I just love the thought of you pumping me full of your seed," she half whispered, half purred, “I want you to breed me and make me bear your cubs."

The young private froze in his duties, his mind trying to piece together what she'd just said. “You… cubs? Like… like kids? Am I… would I…"

“Oh, relax, conejito, I was joking." She quickly pulled him into a long kiss on the lips, then pulled back before strutting away toward a tree. “Even if different razas could breed, I'm still estéril. Now come, I wasn't joking about wanting you inside me."

She wasted no time getting in position by bracing her arms on a tree and sticking her rump out, and as Thomas came over, she spread her cheeks with one paw as a bit of enticement. The thought of having intercourse standing up struck the private as exotically creative, and as the private got his hips lined up with hers, he began to ponder what should go where when they finally got started. Maybe this time, he should enjoy her chest with both hands, Thomas thought, or perhaps he could just grab her by the hips for extra leverage. The thoughts got him so caught up that he didn't notice that the hole he was pressing into hardly seemed lubricated, and it was only when Kiana looked back at him with flattened ears did he realize his mistake. “Wrong hole," she hissed, “Unless you have a bunch of aceitose root handy."

“Sorry…" It took merely a second to correct his mistake, and when his cock found its mark, he smoothly slid past her silky vulva. After a bit of adjustment, he gingerly slipped in most of the way, and it didn't take long for him to start thrusting back and forth. Kiana let out another approving murmur, a murmur that turned into a moan as his fingers began rubbing her clit. “There, is that better?"

“Mrrrrrrr… right there…" The feeling of his smooth member pumping in and out of her was just what Kiana craved, and she could practically feel her thirsty heat being slaked. His fingers were doing a better job than her own at flicking her bean, and after countless years of sexual frustration, it felt absolutely heavenly. A minute of rhythmic rutting later, she began to feel a familiar pressure building up in her groin, something she recognized from the last two times the human had screwed her silly. “Mmmmph… keep going…" she moaned, “And don't pull out…"

“Yes, ma'am…" Thomas sped up, hammering into his feline lover like a rutting stag. The friction of her ribbed insides against his glans quickly spurred him toward a climax, and his attempts to bring Kiana along began to falter. His fingers on her clit slowed down as blissful pleasure took over, but the jaguar quickly moved his hands up to her soft breasts before pleasuring herself with two digits. With her tits in hand, Thomas began to feel himself tensing up for an orgasm, and he leaned down over her beautiful body as he neared the finish line. “Kiana… rrrrgh… gonna… ahhhh!"

“Mmmm…" The jaguar could feel his hot seed spurting into her, filling her snatch with sticky sperm as she neared her limit. Her pussy squeezed and pulsed to milk the young private dry, coaxing out every drop he had to offer. With no raking spines to ruin the occasion, she found the feeling of fullness to be positively intoxicating; she knew she'd likely never have cubs with any mate, but the thought of siring the human's children set her nethers ablaze. As the human's climax died down, she tilted over into her own, thrusting back while letting out a yowl of contentment. Thomas's hands slipped under her own to rub at her clit, and she hardly could complain when he pulled her back into an intimate embrace. His fingers rode her through the heaviest of her orgasmic squirming, after which he buried his face in her soft neck fur while kissing her passionately.

“That enough for you?" he whispered into her ear, running his hands up her perfect body until he groped her breasts. “I'd rather we get it all out now just so we aren't bathing twice."

“No, that was enough." Kiana turned around and kissed her human lover right on the lips, pulling back after a few seconds of mutual affection. “What do you say we get clean, conejito? I don't know about you, but I'd rather not be seen filled like this…"

Ten minutes later, the pair had gotten as clean as they could in the crystal clear river water, and both were lounging on the grassy shore in an attempt to get dry. Thomas found Kiana just a tad less arousing with her fur all sopping wet, and the cold water had helped temper her burning desire, but that didn't stop him from ogling her breasts.

“So you know the chief?" Thomas asked, “Like… talked to him?"

Kiana fixed him with an incredulous look. “Of course, everyone talked to him, he's hardly a recluse." She then rolled over onto her side, looking Thomas in the eye as his gaze veered northward. “Don't worry, he has fond memories of the missionary tribe, and he's been quite ruidoso with his theories of human tribes."

“Human tribes? What… oh, you mean like Protestants and Catholics?"

The jaguar's brow furrowed in confusion, and she sat up before explaining further. “Sure, I guess. Chief Kolau guessed that the missionary tribe was separate from whatever tribe the Rojas are part of." Thomas was about to reply when she voiced her own question: “What tribe are you from?"

“Oh, ah… we humans don't really have tribes." When Kiana cocked her head in interest, he tried his best to come up with terms a tree-dwelling jaguar would understand. “Well, you see, I might say 'I'm from Camden,' or 'I'm part of the twenty-second brigade,' or 'I'm a subject of the Anglan king.' Well… come to think of it, I guess you could call a nationality a tribe."

“So you are… Anglan? Right? And that word… king… that is like a chief?"

With his skin and hair modestly dry, Thomas got to his feet, chuckling at what he saw as naivety. “Yeah, I guess you could say that, although few people ever really talk to a king. He probably has a bigger area to manage, too, with all the peasantry and such that go with it."

Kiana stood up as well, following Thomas's lead in getting dressed. “So how big are his lands?" she pondered, “Ten hours wide?"

The private tried to do the math in his head, converting square miles to hours walking. “Let's see… I think if you added it all up, it'd be about… ten thousand hours. But you see, it isn't all in one place, the Anglan empire has colonies all over the world, including north of here."

“Hmm. Have you been to all these colonies?"

He hesitated just a smidge, pausing with his coat half buttoned. “Well, ah… no, not really. I've lived most of my life in the Parvian colonies, the ones up north, and I actually joined the expeditionary forces for some adventure."

Kiana seemed about to reply when her eyes fixated on something over Thomas's shoulder; at first, he thought Alejo might have returned for revenge, but he quickly saw from her relaxed stance that whatever it was wasn't dangerous… or at least didn't seem threatening. “Supongo que nos estabas viendo bañar?" she said to whatever it was, “Nunca te tomé por pervertido, Nieja."

“Solo quería verlo con mis propios ojos primero." came the reply from behind him, “Alejo siempre ha tenido la costumbre de contar cuentos…" The voice had the same exotic accent as Kiana, and its owner was undoubtedly female, but she sounded older, maybe more mature…

He turned around to see a second jaguar standing there, dressed in similar minimalist clothing with a necklace of small bones around her neck. As Thomas looked on, she began padding forward, her blue eyes locked with his. “And here I thought the Rojas were fierce," she murmured, stopping once she was a few feet from the human. “You hardly look old enough to pull a bow."

In the brief moment of silence, Kiana tensed to introduce him, but Thomas quickly responded himself. “Eh, I manage," he replied, extending one hand. “I'm Thomas."

The older jaguar examined his gesture for a second before giving his hand a good shake, looking him over with sharp wits shining in her eyes. “Me yamo Nieja. Pleasure to meet you." Nieja then turned back to Kiana with a smirk on her lips, and although he couldn't understand her words, he knew she was talking about him. “Supongo que estás yevando al jefe aquí?"

“Sí, creo que él sabe unas cosas sobre cómo funcionan los Rojas, y le dije que podía cambiar eso por un pasaje seguro a casa." Thomas got the feeling she was talking about the deal they'd made, although a tiny voice in the back of his head said it was some kind of trap. But no, Kiana wouldn't lie to him… would she?

He snapped back to reality as Nieja got uncomfortably close, so close that he could smell a hint of feral musk from her fur. “Seguro que no solo lo mantendrás por tu estro?"

“Oh, empújalo," Kiana responded in a friendly tone, playfully shoving Nieja back with one paw. “Fue solo una vez! Y eres uno para hablar, jodiste a Dejito en tu estro!"

“Golpe justo… eh, ya no te molestaré más, periquitos. Adiós!" With that, Nieja turned and began jogging off into the woods, leaping up into a tree after gaining some distance. Kiana shouted some rather obscene-sounding phrases after her, but the grin on her face made Thomas realize it was playful banter.

“So…" the human murmured after a few seconds of silence, “Was she a friend of yours?"

Kiana replied with a cute chuckle, then started off into the trees before beckoning Thomas to follow. “Nieja is closer to a sister," she explained, “We've known each other since we were cubs, and we are closer than mere… cómo se dice… acquaintances. Don't worry, she knows we are together, but she won't get offended by it."

“Will anyone else… get offended?"

“Eh, there are bound to be a few, but most of those who matter remember the missionaries. The one real issue might be from- ojo!" She suddenly darted back and pulled Thomas forward as something snapped under his boot, just barely getting him out of the way of a swinging spike trap that aimed at his ankles. The private let out a little sigh of relief as the trap's sharp points quivered to a halt, then continued following Kiana after a brief respite. He hadn't even seen the tripwire, and there was no way he would've been fast enough to save his Achilles tendon from the wooden stakes; thank god he had Kiana as a guide, the private thought… or maybe he should thank whatever the jaguars worshipped instead.

A few minutes passed before Thomas thought of something to say. “Are there any Furias in your tribe?" he asked, “Like an ambassador or something?"

Kiana's expression furrowed just a tad. “Yes, there is a warrior called Minya from their tribe. She'll likely hate you just for being a Roja, but everyone already thinks she is high-strung, and she won't do anything rash for fear of upsetting the chief." She gradually got closer to her human and gently rubbed one cheek against his shoulder reassuringly, making his doubts about the tribe dissolve even further. “Plus, she will probably be reporting back today…"

The two of them continued on for about half an hour before Kiana brought him to a halt, then looked up into the trees while waving at something Thomas couldn't see. “Solo somos nosotros, Tailo," she called out, “Podemos pasar?"

Thomas strained to see what she was talking to, but only saw the feline profile of another jaguar when it sat down on a branch. “Es verdad de lo que ha estado hablando Alejo?" the jaguar replied, “Si lo es, no puedo decir que te culpo, se ve muy lindo con ese uniforme." This one appeared to be male, with a bow in one paw and a quiver of arrows on his back.

Kiana chuckled casually, making Thomas wonder what exactly they were discussing. “Solo hicimos el amor dos veces," she called back, “Ahora podemos pasar, o estás planeando hablarnos a muerte?"

The other jaguar simply waved one hand backward in a welcoming gesture, signaling Kiana to continue onward into the jungle with her human companion in tow. By now, Thomas knew enough to look up, and he quickly noticed a series of large platforms woven into the treetops a hundred yards ahead. As he got closer, he also began to see convenient ways to climb up… well, convenient for jaguars at any rate. A distant buzz of conversation hung on the air, accompanied by movement up in the treetops that made Thomas wonder just how many jaguars there were in this village. Fifty? A hundred? Five hundred?

Well, he was about to find out; Kiana beckoned him over to a tree with a knotted vine hanging down, then began climbing up to a hole in the woven platform above. Thomas waited a few seconds before starting his own climb, walking up the side of the tree while pulling himself up the rope. The ten-foot journey took just under a minute, with a few slips along the way thanks to his boots, but it all seemed worth it as he made it into the canopy.

Most of the leaves were cleared out, giving him a beautiful view of the village and its gawking inhabitants. Several platforms were woven into the trees, some with buildings on top, others simply furnished with tribal decorations. All of them were hooked together by twisted vine bridges, and it was easy to tell which ones were the most used from their sturdy construction. Although Kiana did her best to keep him moving along, it was hard to miss the reactions of the jaguars milling about, and Thomas began to wonder what some of them were thinking. Most just stared in curious awe, but others whispered amongst themselves or looked abjectly horrified. Some mothers gently ushered their cubs behind them while some hunters prepared to draw their knives, all of it making the poor private all the more nervous. He could feel the tension in the air like a taut piano wire, ready to snap at a moment's notice. Thomas found himself wondering what would happen if someone did decide to confront him, if they attacked him like a monster straight from a tall tale; to his surprise, his first thought was of keeping Kiana safe, although he wasn't sure if it was due to chivalry or affection.

As the unusual pair continued through the maze of bridges, Thomas finally glimpsed what he thought their destination was. Built onto a massive, ancient tree, the opulent longhouse was decorated with chains of colorful feathers and bones, some of which were tied onto shamanic-looking totems. Several jaguars came out to join the crowd already on the massive platform, and the young private realized with horror that they were all fixated on him. Once they reached the chief's abode, the crowd parted to let them through, murmuring all the while like curious spirits. Kiana quickly made her way through, then brushed aside the strips of hide that acted as a door. Thomas followed, but only after taking one last look at the inquisitive crowd that had closed in behind him, silently praying that they wouldn't wind up lynching him.

The first thing that caught the human's attention was the rug before him, a massive multicolored tapestry that sharply contrasted the greens and browns of woven plant life, decorated with flowers and lions that would fit right in back in his home. His attention then shifted upward to those sitting on the carpet, all of them arranged in a semicircle and looking him over inquisitively. The jaguar who acted as the keystone was obviously the chief, decked out in not only bone jewelry and beaded necklaces, but in precious metals as well; a thin gold armlet adorned his left bicep, and a bright red feather hung off a golden ring piercing his left ear. The rest of his court were similarly decorated, although the flashiness seemed to fade the further they were from the center. “Speak of the devil, and he shall appear," the chief said in almost flawless English, his eyes locking with Thomas's and piercing deep. “Isn't that something you humans say?"

Thomas was quite confused until he noticed a somewhat surprised and very upset Alejo standing to his right. Kiana gave him a taunting little wave, but her human companion was more focused on the chief “Ah, yes sir," he stammered, “It is."

“Hmm." The chief then smoothly got to his feet, moving in close for a better look. “Alejo here says you're a killer," he explained, throwing on a mocking dramatic tinge that Thomas didn't notice. “He says you've come to pillage our humble home and take our women for your own dastardly desires. Apparently, you've already bewitched one young girl with your wily ways, and as I understand it, tore her away from her rightful betrothed." Chuckles erupted from the semicircle, and Alejo would have turned beet red if he'd been human.

Unfortunately, the poor private was too nervous to understand the intricacies of sarcasm. “N-n-no sir, I'm not… I never wanted to…"

Suddenly, Kiana leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Relax, conejito, they're joking." Then she put on a somewhat sober air, turning her attention back to the chief. “Jefe Kolau, por lo que he visto, es completamente inofensivo. Es un tirador terrible y un luchador de mala calidad, y francamente, fui yo quien lo sedujo."

The jaguar to the chief's left, an old and wizened looking female, seemed to echo Kiana's statement. “El humano tiene el alma de un pájaro cantor, con todo el espíritu luchador de una hoja caída. Creo que Alejo simplemente está siendo un mal perdedor."

“Mal perdedor?!" Fury burned in Alejo's eyes, and he looked about ready to draw his knife when the chief stopped him with one hand.

“Deja ahora," he growled, but the younger jaguar didn't seem to get the message. A few moments of tense silence went by as the gears turned in his head, after which Alejo puffed himself up defiantly.

“I challenge you to fight!" he yelled at Thomas, “For right of mate, I duel you!" Before anyone could object, he turned to face everyone, including the curious faces peering through the entryway. “Es mi derecho divino como miembro de esta tribu desafiarlo, doblemente debido a nuestro conflicto por una mujer." His attention then zeroed in on Thomas, and he menacingly sauntered up until the former could feel his opponent's breath. “You meet me at shrine of Tezcatlipoca by dusk, and we see who is right of mate."

Before Thomas could stammer a reply or plead for mercy, Kiana came up behind him and took him around the waist, resting her head on his shoulder while staring Alejo down. “No, you won't," she said slyly, “Es mi derecho divino como miembro de esta tribu elegir a mi compañero, y elijo a Thomas sobre ti. También, deseo tener la ceremonia de hoy; no te atreverías a arruinar una ocasión tan santa intentando matarlo, verdad?"

A chorus of gasps filled the air, followed by intensive whispering and a suppressed chuckle from the wizened jaguar. Alejo looked absolutely flabbergasted, but his confusion quickly melted back into impotent rage. “Tú... no puedes…" Suddenly, he turned back to the chief, acting less like a proud warrior and more a pouting child. “Es un sacrilegio! Un humano y un jaguar… juntos… no puedes dejar que eso suceda! Jefe Kolau-"

“Basta!" The chief stared him down with steely determination, revealing a resolve that reminded Thomas of some storybook captain. “Te olvidas de tu lugar, Alejo. La ley divina es clara, no hay frontera de tribu-"

“Pero-"

“-De tribu, raza o casta desafiarán el vínculo del amor." He then turned to address the rest of his court, but spoke loud enough for his voice to echo out into the crowd. “No olvidemos la historia de Azto y Leima, de la formación de nuestra tribu. Sé que todos han escuchado historias de los Rojas, de conquistadores que vienen a aniquilarnos, pero este no es uno de ellos." He gestured back to Thomas, and the human quickly felt like all eyes were on him once again. “Él es solo un niño, no es diferente de sus hijos, no es diferente de los amables misioneros de años pasados. Al menos merece nuestra paciencia, y si algunos desean darle la bienvenida, no debemos rehuirlos. No permitas que el miedo empañe tu juicio, y deja que la ley divina permanezca tal como lo ha hecho durante vidas incontable."

Sensing the tide turning against him, Alejo simply snarled and shoved his way out of the chief's hut, and Thomas wasn't sure whether it was a victory or a bad omen… maybe both. It had sounded like quite the regal speech, and Kiana grasping his hand comforted him a bit, but he still felt like a rabbit in the middle of a fox's den.

He came back out of his thoughts as the chief turned to face him and his companion, this time with a softer expression. “Adelante, prepárense para la ceremonia, sacerdote Mazina bajará pronto con el tazón."

Kiana silently nodded in thanks, then tugged Thomas along as she left the hut. The crowd parted much the same as last time, with all the faint whispers of rumor and conspiracy, but this time they left it behind for the semi-quiet of an empty jungle. They continued on through the platforms and bridges without a word, but once they got to another hole that led back to the ground, Thomas finally worked up the nerve to say what was on his mind. “What was the chief saying?" he asked, “And why couldn't Alejo challenge me to a duel?"

The jaguar stopped just before grabbing the rope, turning back to explain things to her human. “Well, when two males want the same mate, one can challenge the other to a duel, with the winner getting the mate. However, the female can choose one on her own and go through La Boda, preventing the fight; that's what I did. Alejo then started moaning about us being different, but Chief Kolau reminded him of a divine law: no barrier can stay love."

“Wait, so… let me get this straight: to stop Alejo from fighting me, you agreed to… marry me?"

She shook her head in response. “It is not as… cómo se dice… permanent as human marriage. What you say is marriage takes years to build up; this is just like… close friends who mate. The ceremony is just flash, it can be broken like an eggshell."

Thomas felt reassured enough to quit talking and follow behind her, but it didn't quell his worries. Would it tie him down? No, she said it could be broken… would she leave him after a few days? Once they were back on the forest floor, he decided to continue asking questions. “So… what is this ceremony like? Are there…" He was about to ask if there'd be rings or bridesmaids or vows, but he quickly realized all those things meant nothing to a jungle-raised jaguar.

Luckily, Kiana quickly picked up the slack. “It's fairly simple. We both drink spring water from a holy bowl, sacerdote Mazina says some words, then she leaves, and we mate."

“Wait… mate? You mean kiss, right?"

“Well, we can kiss, but it is expected that you finish at least once. Don't worry, it will be just like by the river, quick and easy. Unless… you want to try something new?"

The private just paled a few shades; he didn't know what sort of shrine the jaguars had, but he immediately likened it to a church, and the thought of having intercourse in any god's house just seemed… well, he could barely even imagine it. He did his best to blot the idea from his mind, but the image of him thrusting into Kiana while she was lying belly-up on the altar kept worming into his mind. A shameful tightness began building in his groin, along with a fluttering that seemed like excitement and terror rolled into one; it only got worse as he saw the earthen mound that he assumed formed the shrine, but Kiana reassured him with a quick kiss on the cheek.

In a moment, the two of them slipped through the thick, almost felt-like strips of hide that formed a sort of door. Inside, the temple was surprisingly cozy, both lit and warmed by a small fire burning underneath a granite altar. The two-leveled altar had a sort of bowl carved into it, with a small stream spilling in from the top; the water was crystal clear, and seemed to be leaking through a crack at the bottom of the pit. On the floor was a woven grass mat, old and frayed, decorated with what looked like dyes of some sort. They formed a simple image of two circles intersecting, one purple and one red, making him think of a married couple's wedding bands.

He turned to ask Kiana what to do but instead gasped in shock as she began undoing her top. Once that was off, she undid her skirt as well, then began taking off the bits of jewelry adorning her neck, wrists, and ankles. She was left completely naked, her primal beauty unveiled to its fullest in her lithe frame, medium bust, and muscular limbs. After a moment, she noticed Thomas gawking and responded by stepping up in front of him. “You act like you've never seen me naked before," she teased, then suddenly began undoing the few remaining buttons on his shirt.

“What are you doing?" Thomas hissed, “You can't be… naked… we're getting married!"

The human's worry sparked a bit of confusion in her, but she quickly remembered how prudish he'd been before. “Don't worry," she replied, “It's part of the ritual. No one is going to see us besides sacerdote Mazina, and she has seen plenty of couples in the nude."

Thomas hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly began undressing himself. He piled his clothes and boots next to Kiana's, then turned to see her sitting cross-legged on the mat. “Come here," she purred, “Let me try and sooth those nerves of yours. Just sit down and- no, back to me… a bit closer… there we go." The human's bare back was a foot in front of her, and although the smoldering thirst of her heat told her to pull him down and hop on his lap, she simply reached out and began kneading his tense shoulder muscles. “Just relax and lean back," she cooed, “I heard this can help with jitters."

He wasn't sure if it was the intimacy of the gesture or the knots she was tenderly pressing into, but the massage made him feel just a bit more comfortable with the entire situation. The foreign atmosphere gradually melted into a comfortable silence as he leaned back into her knuckles, helped along by the ever so slightly painful pleasure of her massaging; the private could almost feel the tension being kneaded out, and he let out a quiet sigh of contentment while he closed his eyes. “I wonder what a pastor would say to this," he mused, “Me getting married to a jaguar… I mean, you're not really a beast, and the Bible just says you can't lie with beasts…"

“Is there something about sex without ceremony?" Kiana asked.

“Well, yes… but I suppose… ah, right there… I suppose that's already been done, and to make it up we should get married."

“And since there is no human sacerdote here," the jaguar continued, “I think being mates will have to do." She leaned in and kissed Thomas on the side of his neck, shifting her grip to hug him around the waist; in response, the private flipped around and tenderly tackled her to the ground, winding up on top of her with his manhood a mere foot from her loins.

“Paciencia, chicos," came a wizened voice from the entrance to the shrine, “No se pueden volver traviesos todavía." Thomas scrambled back and looked up to see the old jaguar shaman from the chief's tent, this time with a glowing smile on her face. She held a wooden bowl traced with all sorts of carvings, and as she began walking towards the altar, both of the soon-to-be mates intuitively got in position. They faced each other sitting down on the mat with a yard between them, letting them look each other in the eye as the shaman began the ritual.

“Ah, Ichpochtili," she chanted, “Doncella de los cielos, mira hacia abajo y atestigua esta unión de cuerpo y espíritu. Como le dio amor a la primera de nuestra raza, conceda a estos dos su bendición." The shaman proceeded to fill the wooden bowl from the altar's spring, stopping once it was half-full. "Deja que esta agua sea como tu sangre y deja que tu gracia los mantenga entrelazados para siempre." After raising the bowl up to the sky, she knelt down and gave it to Kiana, who took a long drink before handing it back. The shaman then offered the bowl to Thomas, and he had enough sense to take a drink from it as well. The water within was as cold and clear as an arctic brook, not only slaking his thirst, but soothing his very soul. Once he gave the bowl back, the shaman flicked a few droplets onto both he and Kiana, then placed the vessel onto the top of the altar. “Y ahora," she concluded, backing away toward the shrine's exit, “Dejan que demostrar su amor ante tus ojos, entrelazando cuerpo y alma en el arte más antiguo." With that, she left the shrine, leaving Thomas alone with a naked and frisky Kiana.

“So, where do you want to start?" Thomas could see lust and arousal gleaming in his companion's eyes, and he could tell from her body language she'd pounce at the slightest signal. Part of him wanted her to just give in to her wild desires, but in a flash of inspiration, he decided he wanted to try something different.

“Do you know what a saddle is?" he asked, and when Kiana cocked her head, he decided a demonstration would be better. She looked on with curiosity as he crawled forward, flipped onto his back, then beckoned her closer. “Just get on your knees… yes like that… and then scoot forward." Kiana's expression went from confused to excited as she realized what he was trying to do, and with an acrobat's grace, she slid her knee over Thomas's face before lifting up a bit.

“Like this?"

With her snatch so close to his mouth, Thomas thought he could smell the musky scent of her heat, and the sight of her supple, glistening vulva made him shiver with excitement. “Yes, just- mmph!" He was almost instantly cut off as she dropped down on top of him, rubbing her nethers on his face teasingly until he started licking. Then, she did her best to line up her clit with his mouth, and she quickly went from playful to enraptured.

As his arms took hold of her thighs and locked her in place, Kiana let out a raucous moan of pure contentment. “Ahhh, perfecto," she groaned, “Lamer mi coño, conejito." The feeling of her human mate lapping and suckling at her clit was positively heavenly, and it only got better as she started grinding her hips into him like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. After a minute of pleasure, she felt him gently nudge her down, and when she leaned over his beautiful, nearly hairless body, she felt two squirming fingers slip in and begin rubbing at her g-spot.

Thomas, meanwhile, was surprised at how easy it was to remain un-smothered while under Kiana's squishy rump. With her leaning forward, it wasn't as easy for her soft nethers to cut off his air… but he found he kind of liked the idea of getting smothered under her cozy groin. After a minute, he pulled her back down on top of him, burying his nose and mouth in the delightful musk of her undercarriage.

Kiana was too far along to think of her lover being smothered, and as her pleasure sharpened to a climax, she merely concentrated on his tongue worming around between her vulva. Her paws began playing with her own breasts as his hands went to her rump, squishing and rubbing while pretending it was Thomas doing it. In the throes of her heat, pent up and begging for release, everything felt ten times as good, and as her body tumbled over the edge, it felt like she'd never come before in her life. “Gaaahhhh!" she yowled, “Ahhh! Dios!" Her thighs clamped on either side of Thomas's head as she shook with bliss, squeezing his head on all sides as her body reeled. It only lasted a few seconds, but it still felt amazing, and she had to take a minute to calm herself down before dismounting. “Mmmmm… that was wonderful," she purred, then ducked down and kissed Thomas on the lips. Kiana has never really tasted her own juices before, but once she and Thomas got into it, she found the taste rather appealing.

“So…" Thomas murmured as they pulled apart, “Ready for the main course?" Both he and his mate looked down to see his member stiff as a board, throbbing with anticipation and leaking just a bit of precum. Kiana thought about just flipping around, sliding it inside her, and fucking her human silly, but she held back her more feral desires enough to do something original.

“Mmhmm, and I think you've earned a little treat." She began crawling towards his hips with her tail raised high, making sure to show off her slobber-soaked snatch and ample ass cheeks. “Since you like my rear so much," she continued, “I think I'll give you a show." The jaguar stopped with her hips above Thomas's, putting her thirsty loins right above his shaft and putting her rump right where he could ogle it. “Sound fair?"

Once he hastily nodded, Kiana took his cock by the base and quickly lowered herself down onto it. Both she and her mate let out small gasps as the tip pushed past her vulva, sliding deep into her soft depths as she sat back onto it. Thomas expected her to warm herself up a bit first, but the jaguar wouldn't even dream of it; in a few seconds, she went from still to jackhammering up and down, causing her human to let out a surprised moan. She looked over her shoulder to see him writhing with pleasure, overcome by the sheer toe-curling sensation; her ribbed insides were heavenly against his sensitive skin, and with her rear sliding up and down so fast, he couldn't help but groan with pleasure. “Wow… ahhhh… Kiana, that's… ohhh…" The view of her juicy cheeks and slick vulva riding his cock was the icing on the cake, keeping him rock-hard as she rode him to completion. He wasn't sure how long he could last, and judging by Kiana's pace, she wouldn't be giving him any reprieve.

The feeling of Thomas's smooth member slamming into her was a bit rough for the jaguar's taste, but watching the human squirm under her more than made up for it. Besides, it was only fair after all he'd done for her… or at least that's what she thought at first. Looking at this human, watching him get overwhelmed with pleasure, it made her realize that she liked making him happy. He was just so damn cute, so kind and innocent —well, innocent compared to a jaguar his age— that she knew there was more binding them together than sheer lust. As the human began to tense up under her and she got ready to hop off at the last second, Kiana began to ponder whether or not to try and keep him here with her, and she was so caught up in the thought that she almost let him cum inside her.

Thomas was too close to ecstasy to notice the jaguar hop off and start jerking him off with one paw, and in the intense throes of his climax, he only half realized he was cumming onto his own belly. “Gaahhh! Mrrrrrrgh! Ahhhhh," he groaned, “Oh gosh… that was… Kiana?" He looked up to see the jaguar crouched over his belly, staring eagerly up at him as she began to lick the sticky ropes of semen off his midsection. Her tongue felt quite rough, almost like sandpaper, but she seemed to be taking special care to not hurt him. The thought of helping her crossed his mind, but after a moment, he decided to just lay back and enjoy it. “Thank you," he murmured, closing his eyes and letting her work.

“Mmhmm." After a minute of licking, Thomas thought he was more or less clean, and he looked up just in time to see Kiana flop down halfway on top of him. “So, fun on your end too?" she asked, “You were moaning up a storm back there…"

“Oh, yes, you were great." His hand slipped down to the base of her tail, and he gently scratched for a bit before groping her cheek. “I love your rump… it's just so…"

“Hermosa? Atractiva? Hipnotizante?" The jaguar pulled herself entirely on top of Thomas, gazing down at him with feral excitement. “Maybe we could try sexo trasero, I hear it's fun for parejas hombres."

He could feel her wet snatch rubbing against his own groin, and if he hadn't just been ridden hard, he would have gladly gone for seconds. Instead, he just darted up and kissed her on the lips, not minding the lingering flavor of his own fluids. “You're gonna have to teach me what all that means," he murmured as he pulled back, “Or maybe we could work on your English a bit…"

The human's words conjured a spark of longing in Kiana's mind, along with a dream of having Thomas as more than just her mate. She didn't just want him for sex, or just as an extra set of hands, she wanted… him. Part of her wondered if he'd ever agree to stay with her instead of returning to his own people, and whether or not he could get used to living with her. Maybe-

“Tengo un mensaje del jefe." The masculine voice came from outside the shrine, piercing the quiet, cozy atmosphere like a knife. “Se trata de su amistad."

Thomas didn't understand a word of it, but Kiana seemed to get the message; without hesitation, she got to her feet, went over to the entrance, and answered the call by saying, “Habla."

“Tras una nueva revisión con su consejo," the voice continued, “El jefe ha decidido que el humano debe permanecer con usted durante al menos un mes, después del cual puede irse."

It was hard for the private to tell whether Kiana was taken aback, confused, or ever so slightly excited. “Un mes? Para qué?"

“Le llamó la atención que tu relación de pareja podría ser simplemente una excusa para sacar al humano de su duelo." The voice on the other side seemed like he didn't particularly believe in what he was saying, but was just relaying orders. “El período de espera es simplemente para asegurarse de estar verdaderamente enamorado y no motivado por el miedo o la lujuria."

A moment of silence passed before Kiana replied. “Alejo?"

“Si."

She let out a short sigh, seeming to put on an air of formality. “Gracias, Meinso." With that, the messenger left, and Kiana came back to lie beside her mate. “Well," she sighed, “It seems you will be staying a while longer."

Thomas's brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what she meant. “What? What did he say?"

“Apparently, the chief has declared that you must stay with me for a month. Something about proving our love for each other."

“A month?!" The young private sat up, positively petrified until a glimmer of warmth trickled into his mind. He thought about his time so far with Kiana, how she'd taken care of him, and the thoughts made the impending stay seem a bit more bearable. “Will… will I be staying with you?"

Kiana found a similar feeling bubbling up inside her, although for her, it was tinged with the primordial lust of her heat. “Yes, I think so," she replied, sitting up as well. “I think I have enough food for both of us, and you can sleep with me in bed."

“I hope I won't be a bother," Thomas murmured, “I-"

“Don't worry about it, I can hunt for both of us." Her paw reached out and clasped his hand, squeezing it comfortingly as her jade eyes met his own. “Plus," she added with a grin, “I'm sure you will make it up somehow."

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