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_Unsheathe your claws,

Broaden your stride,

Go forth, to war,

Protect the Pride.

Spring forth, striped one,

Crawl close, those black.

Under your paws,

Skulls of foes shall crack.

~Outtake of the Call to War_

"So, what did they decide to do?" He asked the tiger across the table from him.

"Let it wait. Let them prove themselves, or so the council said." Strike leaned back in the chair, letting his paws rest on his stomach, extended to its fullest after he'd gorged, once again, on the evening meal. "Don't know why, though, either just kill them or send them back on their way again if'n you ask me. Why they would want to let them stay here is beyond me; they don't belong with us. Nekkies in the Den, we don't even let the caravans in further than the first floor!" he sighed, obviously not comfortable with the turn events had taken the last couple of days.

"They didn't seem like a threat to me," Tank replied as he, too, leaned back, full to the brim. "Or, well, not an immediate one to us, at any rate. Their technology is astounding, though, they seem to have preserved that of the ancestors. The council seems to still be unsure whether they want to restore us to what we once had the potential to use or not. It's no secret that I support those who feel we made a mistake back in the First Days, destroying it all." He patted the holster containing his gun absentmindedly; it was one of the few functioning items from before the war. He'd found it in a concealed locker in one of the lower levels on one of his exploration-trips as a young cub, a locker with 10 guns, neatly lined up along with three cases of ammo for them. They had taken the lot and there had been a big argument whether to keep them or not. He had stolen one back and it saved his and Strike's life a couple months later when they were attacked by a pack of molerats while gathering grasses for new rugs and mats. He had shot them, using a full clip on the four, but it had done what two cubs could not. After that, he had been allowed to keep it; the remaining nine distributed between the Hunters and Guard to be used as they saw fit.

"If I may have your attention for a minute, please?" The voice rang out across the monotonous murmur that was always present in the commons. The old Snowie looked as if he sighed before repeating the phrase in a more adamant tone, resulting in the cats present shutting up. "Thank you. I'll make this quick, I promise." A few of the listeners chuckled, Crav being a very vocal Elder. "As you all know, we have captured a group of nekkies who seem to have saved one of our own from a roaming band of raiders. They have given the council much to think about after seeing their weaponry, their armor and other... gadgets." He almost sneered at the last word.

"Now we know how he feels about reviving advanced technology," Tank whispered to Strike, "and it ain't all that good." Strike nodded silently in response.

"The majority of the council has, after a split vote, decided to let them stay here and... Oh, for the love of all that's pure, BE QUIET!" the murmur that had begun at the last sentence faded away again. "As I was saying, they are, for the moment, allowed to live. The majority," and again he made it obvious this was not his idea of a smart move, "has decided to confine them to the Den. They are to be allowed to roam around in public areas during the day, at night they will be confined to a room on level 5; the Guard will ensure they stay there. They are not to be harmed unless they attack us." He let the last sentence linger as he let his gaze wander across the room. Finally, he said "That was all. I bid you a good day." As he left the commons, heading towards the elevator, the murmur resumed, intense and excited.

"That was... unexpected." Tank said, looking at Strike. His friend nodded, eyes lost in thought. He absently grabbed a small piece of Brahmin-beef off his plate, left-over from the meal. Chewing on it, he seemed to come to a conclusion.

"Quite. I wonder if I'll be given command of the team that's to keep an eye on them?"

"Who, you? Ha! As if they'd send you down there." Tanks took his tray, gathered up his plate and glass and motioned at Strike to do the same. "Let's go clean this up. I'm leaving again tomorrow morning."

"Skirmish?"

"You know it." He grinned, the same ritual since the first time he was sent on patrol.

They walked down the hall, casually chit-chatting about what had happened since he'd left on the last patrol. A burst of laughter erupted around the corner ahead of them, and Tank came to a halt, holding an arm out to stop Strike.

"What?" Strike asked, not used to this level of uneasiness inside the Den in secured levels.

"That laughter. I think it's the-" at that moment, two of the Brotherhood knights walked around the corner, stopping as they saw the two cats. "-Nekkies." They stopped dead in their tracks as they saw Tank and Strike, looking them over quickly as if assessing a threat. Then recognition tainted one of the men's' eyes.

"Hey, you're that guy we saved from the raiders, aren't you? Tank, right?"

"So, we meet again, McKay," he grinned as the man flinched, obviously taken aback at the fact that he, too, could remember the others' name. "Rogers," Tank nodded at the other man, then motioned towards his friend, "and this is Strike, an old friend. Strike, these would be two of the guys responsible for me still being here." Strike looked them over before he nodded, silent as always in a situation of which he wasn't in full control.

"So, uhm, we seem to be rather lost." Rogers said with a wry smile. "We were told there was some sort of gym down here? We can't let our situation affect our combat condition, if you understand." He did understand, these were soldiers and they were adapting, staying ready for whatever came next.

"Yeah, we were on our way there ourselves. It's this way." He motioned for them to follow him and continued down the hall. He halted as he heard McKay curse.

"Damnit!" McKay had grabbed his foot and looked it over quickly, deciding it was fine, "this dark is not made for us humans, I can't see shit!"

"Dark?" Strike asked, "It's not that dark, I can see fine here."

"You might be able to see fine, but whatever kind of sight you creatures have, it's better than ours. And that just begs for me to ask, why is it you have a functioning elevator and nothing else here that works? I mean, candles?"

"The elevators are the only thing that survived the Purge." Tank answered, turning left around the next corner.

"The Purge?"

"Yes. It was after the war, the base was on minimum personnel and what was left of soldiers decided that we were a danger to them all and tried to kill us. Big mistake. They bred us to fight, and fight we did. When it was over, only seven Nekkies remained alive, all part of the scientific personnel. A council was formed amongst us and it was decided that technology was the cause of our predicament, the war, everything. So, it was destroyed, nearly all of it. They let the elevator be, as it was something the base couldn't function without."

"So you destroyed every piece of technology?" Rogers asked, sounding deeply disturbed.

"Yes. Or, well, most of it, mainly on the levels we now inhabit.. As cubs, Strike and I would roam the lower levels of the place. They were mostly labs or quarters for the soldiers stationed here before the war, and were sealed off back then. Time and molerats did theirs to mess it all up down there, and we did manage to find some things left behind. Like my weapon here," and he pointed at the Desert Eagle in its holster, "as well as other things, but most were either destroyed in the purge, the rest has been ruined by time, water, that sort of thing." He turned around another corner and into a large room. "Ah, here we are." The room was dimly lit by four giant candles, a dozen wicks set into each, one in each corner of the room. He grabbed a stick-wick and lit it in the closest flame, then walked to the center of the room and lit two large stands with more candles. The candles had a strange smell, a mix of burnt fat and the herbs mixed into it to mask the stench. Most of the cats didn't even notice, having grown accustomed to the smell throughout their lives, but hunters such as he, spending the majority of their time outside the Den, never seemed to be able to ignore it completely.

"Wow. This is... impressive." McKay seemed taken aback as the room became visible to his eyesight with all the candles lit. In the middle were two thick stacks of grasses covered in woven mats for skirmishes, along the walls were several punching bags, some sewn shut where they had been torn open. Barbells and other weights were along another wall, the last covered with a series of lockers. Tank went to them first, putting his gear onto the shelves of one, Strike doing the same. He noticed the two knights were still standing in the doorway and turned his head to call at them. "Grab a locker, just find one that's empty." He turned back to face Strike, motioning towards the closest mat. "Ready?"

"You really enjoy losing, don't you?"

"I won the last two times."

"I let you." Strike grinned as jumped onto the mat and walked towards the middle, turning around in a semi-crouch. Tank walked to face him, assuming the same position. He bared his fangs in a challenging snarl, swinging his right paw at Strike who deftly ducked. He countered with a quick swipe of his own which Tank barely managed to duck. For a while they fought until Strike managed to sink his teeth into Tank's neck and wrestle him down to the ground, pinning him. "I win!"

"So you do," he panted, writhing away from under Strike as his friend let up the pressure on his back. "Again."

Strike grinned and they resumed their crouches. This time Strike struck first, and Tank deftly ducked the blow. Getting warmed up, he casually ducked the larger opponent's blows and slowly wore him out. Seeing an opening, he kicked Strike behind the knees, sending him down, quickly following up on the move with a knee to the back, using his paws to grab his arms and bend hem back. "Now we're even."

"Damn you!" Strike grinned, interrupted by a clapping from the locker-side of the room.

"Impressive!" McKay stepped towards them, admiration in his eyes. "I never saw you, nor did the others, when you attacked us. Now I see why." He grinned at the two cats who leaned against each other, both panting with exertion. "Do you do this often? I mean, spar like this? Or was it just to intimidate us?"

Tank laughed. "I hadn't thought of it like that. No, Strike and I always do this when I'm at the Den; it keeps my reflexes up, although he is a tad slow. Tigers, nothing but muscle!" He jabbed an elbow into the side of his friend who looked at him with disdain.

"Pfft, muscle is better than all your little tricks."

"Ah, but my little tricks just beat your muscle, didn't it? We Shadows can take any one of you guards, and you know it!" He laughed as Strike sighed, this discussion never grew old.

"Shadows?" Rogers asked.

"Yeah, the Shadows are our crack team," Tank said as he went over to the barbells and grabbed one of the larger ones. He continued, "The team consists of panthers, like me. We're not as big as the tigers, but our coloration helps us stay concealed, and we're more lithe and agile than the other cats. Tigers, like Strike here, are bigger and more brawny; they take care of the heavy work, normal security and such."

"So your coloration is more than just different colored ha- uhm, fur?"

"Yes, it shows the species from which many of our genes originated." Tank set down the barbell, sweating after the fight and now lifting. He looked at it, then picked it up again and started another set. "But that's really not my specialty; you'll need to talk to Doc if you want to know more." McKay had grabbed a barbell the same size as that which Strike was using and seemed to lift it with as little trouble. "Seems like not all you Nekkies are as weak as I thought! "Tank grinned and put down his own.

"Well, we're Brotherhood. We have certain... Medical procedures to enhance us, along with intense training, we become the best humanity has to offer. And why do you keep calling us "Nekkies"?"

"Look at you," Strike laughed, "you're all naked, hardly any fur at all!"

Rogers chuckled at the comment, and McKay seemed content with the answer. They continued to work out in silence, concentrating on the task at hand until Tank felt a set of whiskers tickle his neck. He looked at Strike in front of him who rolled his eyes with a grin on his face and knew immediately who it was. "Hello, Tizz. What're you doing down here?"

'"Looking for you, handsome." She wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling his neck. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes halfway, enjoying the warmth flowing through her and into him. She was always a welcome person to him, a good fighter and friend as well as useful for his other needs. "So, what do you say?" She asked him, her lips brushing against his skin lightly as she spoke the words, her whiskers tickling him again.

He didn't reply. Instead, he grabbed her hands, readily available to him as they were wrapped around his waist, and bent over, pulling her onto his back. With a twist, he turned around hallways and let her fly through the air, landing on all fours on the mat closest to them. She let a soft, challenging growl escape her lips, curled in a tight smile as she glared at him. "Always." He grinned and strolled casually up to stand in front of her, moving closer to the center. She followed, standing in a crouch. He let his gaze wander over her, taking in her slim body. Always a new attire, it seems, he thought to himself. Her black fur shone with health, stringy muscles rippling underneath it as she moved. Half a head shorter than him, she was a little bigger than the average female, but much more fit. Not an ounce of fat was visible on what body she revealed, and that was saying something. A thin strip of beige cloth was tied around her chest, holding her breasts tight, a skirt of the same rough fabric covering her waist-down to the middle of her thighs, a slit in each side. Revealing, yet giving her the flexibility to fight, in other words, what you usually found her.

"Like it? The O'Malleys brought in last run; it's got a nice support." She grinned at him and shook her torso, her breasts hardly moving under the tension of the scrap around them. He rolled his eyes, she tended to be more flirtatious than most of the females, yet never seemed to be so intentionally. If she did, she sure was hiding it well, at any rate.

"Looks... Snug. Wonder how hard it is to take off?" He grinned slyly and pounced her before she had time to think his comment over. She was quick and moved out in ample time, letting her leg swing high, hitting his in mid-flight and sending him tumbling as he landed. He quickly recovered, barely avoiding her counter-lunge. She turned around and faced him, a snarl on her face. Nice looks, sore loser, he thought, crouching to meet her next attack. She dove for him and he met her face-on, letting his arms wrap around her. They tumbled to the ground, a blur of arms and legs grasping for hold on each other. She managed to get her arms around his neck, pushing his face into her chest. Good position, wrong time. He did a backwards roll, pulling free and quickly grabbing her head with his legs, locking it in between his thighs. She looked up at him angrily, her face mashed into his groin. He grinned back, the smile echoed by laughter from behind them. He leant back to see the two Nekkies along with Strike laughing, the latter giving him a thumbs-up signal.

"Give up?" He asked, turning back to his victim still struggling futilely to get out of the jam. She sneered something, her words muffled by his thigh. Not receiving a positive answer, he twisted his legs, rolling her over on her back and grabbing a hold of her paws before she had time to sink her claws into his legs. "You might as well, you know. I never lost you on the mat, and never intend to either." She finally went limp, and he released her. She rolled away from him and lay on her back a little, gasping for breath.

"I'll get you yet!" she threatened as he stood over her, an arm extended.

"Everyone else, yes. Me? Never!" She grabbed his hand and he pulled her up, an arm wrapping around her waist as he lead her back to the others.

"Nice to see someone else not holding the girls down!" Rogers smiled pleasantly and held out a hand towards Tizz. "Name's Roger."

She peered at the extended hand with a questioning gaze. "I know who you are," she finally said, as she apparently decided to ignore the extended hand.

Tank jabbed her shoulder. "Be nice! This is Tizz, one of the few female hunters we have," he said, turning to the Brotherhood soldiers. "And you may want to forget about the hand-thing, we Cats don't hold to that tradition."

"What do you mean about holding females down?" Strike looked at Rogers.

"Ah, well, most of the societies out there tend to see them as less than men, mainly because they aren't as strong in most cases. Some consider them nothing more than breeders, misguided bunch of fools. The Brotherhood knows better and we employ any woman who has the will and strength of mind to work side-by-side with us. Granted, they number fewer than we'd like, but many seem to feel they're obligated to stick to the traditions of their communities, so the majority we have are the ones brought up within the organization."

"Well, amongst us, they're recognized as peers- granted, few have the strength of the males, but their more nimble and agile bodies more than make up for it."

Tizz looked like she was about to say something, but instead grabbed Tanks hand and pulled him towards the door. "Apparently, I gotta go. Strike, show them out of here when you're done, will you?" He nodded at the Nekkies as he turned out the door. "Hey, what's the hurry?" He asked her as she pulled him down the hallway.

"You won the first round. Now it's my turn!" She pulled him along the corridor and into the elevator. A few floors later, she continued down another hallway, finally entering a chamber lit by an eerie glow.

"What in the name of... Tizz! You got it in?" He was stunned. They'd found a sealed cave on one of their trips together years back, sealed tight an d with no apparent way in. That day she swore she'd find a way in. Judging by the glow from the lights in the wall, she'd finally found it- and whatever was in it, it seemed to be able to power up at least the lights in the compound.

She grinned in response and slammed him against the wall. She tore off his shirt, her paws holding him in a firm grasp as she did so. "Oh, you should see what I found!" She smiled teasingly, letting her chest rub against his, the coarse cloth rubbing against his fur. "So many things! And whatever they used to seal it off with kept it preserved! Oh, the riches!" She leant back her head and he did as indicated, softly kissing the revealed neck.

"Do tell..." he said, bending his head as much as could, kissing the top of her breasts, her nipples perking enough to show through the fabric covering the bottom half.

"Oh, I'll do better! I'll show you... Eventually. For now, let's just say, I found a few power-cells. "Micro Fusion" cells they're called, whatever that means. Just one has kept this room lit for nearly two weeks by now. But now... Right now, you'll do as I tell you."

"As always." He smiled in anticipation, being told what to do by Tizz was, more often than not, a very pleasant experience. She liked being in charge and, off the mat, he had no issue letting her.

"Good. First, take off the rest." He did so, letting his pants drop to the floor and stepping out of them. She stood by, watching, a curved smile on her lips. As she let her eyes wander across his exposed body, she stepped forward, letting her paws run across his chest, claws slightly extended, sending a ripple through his body as they slowly ran across his square chest and down, following the contours of his six-pack before coming to a halt, resting on his thighs. She tilted her head upwards to let her eyes meet his. He stood still, he knew better than to act out of turn. Here yellow eyes glowed eerily in the electric light, a very different glow to what he was used to. Finally she let her gaze down and turned around, her back now facing him. "Untie me." Again, he obeyed, letting his claws slip into the knot and undo it, the chestpiece drifting to the ground. He stood still, waiting for the next order. She leant back, her fur rubbing against his and the warmth of their bodies spreading between them. Her arms went back to grab his paws and she pulled them around her and up, finally pushing them against her now-bared breasts. She let out a soft purr, the pitch momentarily rising with delight as he let his fingers squeeze around her nipples, perky as could be. He responded with a soft rumble from his chest, bending his head over to let his lips brush against her neck, kissing it as she silently pointed to a spot with a claw. Again, she pointed, this time further down, moving down her back. As he reached her waist, she untied the strings holding the skirt together in the side, the tension waning and it, too, fell to the floor.

"Don't even think of stopping now." She ordered as he briefly lifted his head from the small of her back. He silently obeyed, another kiss forming as she bent over. She lifted her tail, letting it wrap around his neck, the tip waving around in front of his nose. "Now, you use that tongue of yours." He smiled to himself as she let her tail pull him forward and bent her upper body further down, her head resting on her hands on the floor, her breasts hanging at a slightly odd angle. Pulling her closer, he let his mind settle on more immediate concerns as his tongue extended to run through her wet sex, the taste quickly spreading through his mouth and bringing arousal to his own groin.

She moaned softly as his tongue ran across her sex the first time and he smiled at the reaction, letting it take another run, this time slipping in between her lips on the way back, the pheromones and taste running through his head, nothing but her mattering to him. She lifted her head, her purr rumbling softly through her chest as he continued, his tongue slowly coming to rest as his tip found her mound. He let it circle slowly, every rotation brining subtle responses from her, her breath growing faster and more erratic. As he grew tired of the same repetition, he pulled his tongue through her again, then back and dove into her depths, the warmth of her insides exquisitely pleasant to the touch of his tongue. He let his paws slide from their resting place on her hips and down through her legs to grab hold of her breasts. Her body tensed, writhing in response to the added stimulation as he slowly let a finger circle her nipples while his tongue dove deeper into her, until it could reach no further. She groaned softly and he let his tongue begin to swirl around, lazy circles slowly growing in speed. He kept at it, the tip finding the spot that sent a wave of tension through her body at the first touch, letting it keep tapping it as he had the rest move in wavy motions. She groaned again and again, her breathing growing ragged as he continued playing with her. Finally she let loose a long moan into the otherwise silent room and he felt his mouth fill as her juices flowed freely from her. He continued a little longer, enjoying her squirm under his touch, lapping up everything, nothing going to waste. As her orgasm subsided, she let her body relax, then rose up upon her arms, looking at him through them, head upside-down. She had satisfied expression on her face, with a playful hint to it. He wasn't done, he knew.

"Not bad, big fella, not bad. But do you honestly think that's enough to make up for the way you took me down earlier?" He shook his head, he knew it wasn't. "No, well, at least you know your place. Follow me." She got up and walked to the other end of the room where a bed had been made. He absent-mindedly wondered how long she'd been staying down here, away from the main inhabited floors. Not that it really mattered, but still. She turned to glare at him; he hadn't been fast enough and took the last few steps in larger strides. When he reached her, she gave him a hard shove, sending him onto the bed. Before he could react, she had jumped on top of him, a leg on each of side his chest, her wet sex glinting in the light, a wet spot forming where it pressed against his chest. She had her paws slide up his arms to grab him by the wrists. "You're not going anywhere..." She grinned, her pointed teeth gleaming eerily in the whitish light as she let both his wrists slide into her left wrist, the right grabbing something out of sight. As it came back, she held a set of metallic hoops in a chain and lent forward to look him deeply in the eyes. Her lips touched his and he could taste her breath, an acidic sweetness to it. "I'm not done showing you what else I found in there. Take these, for example..." She flashed him another grin before pressing some unseen part, one of the hoops spring open into two halves on a hinge. "No more burning rope."

He winced, she had a liking for using rope, which had the unfortunate effect of burning into his wrists, his fur was still shorter from the last time she'd captured him.

"Oh, now, don't worry!" She slipped one half around his right wrist, he could feel the cold metal press against his fur, then the feeling completed a hoop around his wrist accompanied by a faint clacking-sound. He could hear the chain moving as she leant forward, brushing her bosom against his face, he barely had time to let his lips nip at the left nipple before she leant back again and before he knew of it, she had wrapped the metallic contraption around his other wrist. "There, now you won't be going anywhere." He tested the strength and felt it sturdy, no matter how much he fought against it, it stayed secure.

"Now wh-" she muffled him with a paw and leaned down close to his face again.

"Now, I plan on using that mouth of yours, but if you aren't quiet, I'll make sure it stays shut until then. So, be a good little cat and stay quiet, okay?" She kissed him softly and he nodded in agreement. He should've known she wouldn't tolerate disobedience at this point in the act.

"Good." She said as she lifted her head away from the kiss. Her breath lingered in his mouth, slowly fading into nothingness as she leaned back, her breasts a slightly smaller-than-average size, but nicely proportionate to her body, and as seemingly firm and tight as the rest of her. The muscles rippled under her fur as she leaned further back, her arms extending behind her to keep her from falling backwards. "I do hope you're still in the right mood," she said, a coy grin on her face as she slowly slid down his chest to a more vertical position, a thin trail of her juices trailing across his chest where her sex rubbed against his fur. As she reached the end of his abdomen, his erection pressed against her butt and the small of her back, resulting in a content sound from her as a purr erupted from her chest once more. She pulled herself further back, bringing tension to his throbbing member before rising up on her knees enough for it to slip forward, the head sliding between her lips, her juices covering it in a warm, wet sheen. He closed his eyes and moaned softly at the feeling, his tail swishing lazily between his legs. She slowly lowered herself onto him, her sex spreading to accommodate his erection as it slowly slid into her, moaning herself as he filled her, stretching her to her limits. Her tail wrapped around his right thigh, the tip softly coming around to brush against his balls as she came to rest on top of him, fully engulfing him within. "Mmmmm..." she murred, slowly rising again, letting him slide halfway out of her before descending upon him fully once more. "You know how to fill a girl, don't you?" She smiled down at him and leaned forward, her nipples running through his fur as she bent her head to suck his neck, tongue running in a circle inside the space formed by her lips.

He said nothing, simply moaned, his eyes remaining closed as he enjoyed her ministrations. There were certain benefits to being under her control, he thought, not doing any of the work was most certainly one of them. A soft groan escaped his lips as she sat down on him again, squeezing her sex around him, the feeling almost painfully pleasant. He opened his eyes to see her sit with her head looking up into the ceiling, eyes closed and a blissful smile on her lips as she started bouncing on him, moaning softly as he forced more blood into himself, stretching her even more. She growled softly and leaned in over him again, her lips surrounding his left nipple as she let her teeth bite it gently, squeezing him again in response. She stayed in that position, rocking over him and letting her tongue wander around his nipple as she bit into it once more, her eyes looking playfully upwards to catch his, obviously enjoying his reaction.

"Just keep going like that, and I shall be... very, very happy with you." She accented the last few words with a squeeze each time she said them, moaning loudly as she leaned back again, letting her tail wrap harder around him and grab his balls with fervor. He groaned, letting his own tail come up from behind her and brush up against her back. She bent her arms behind herself, letting her paws rest on his thighs, her claws coming out a little and digging into his fur, the slight pain an accent to the pleasure she brought him. She leaned onto them, resting at an angle and thrusting her pelvis back and forth to slide him first out, then back into her, moaning every time, her nipples perked and her juices slowly flowing down his balls, wetting her tail-tip as it rubbed them. He moaned in return, letting his tail continue to rub against her back, her fur soft to the touch, if a little damp as she began o sweat with the increased temperature in the room and her own efforts. Her moans grew in volume, his own mixing in with them seamlessly as he felt himself near climax, yet wanting to hold on for her to follow. Finally, eyes closed, she leaned her head back completely, facing the ceiling, her mouth open in a scream of pure ecstasy, her sex convulsing around him, throbbing with her release. He growled out a response as he let himself go, his member spurting into her as his orgasm sent wave after wave of blissful pleasure through him, his back arching and his arms testing the strength of his chains as he let it consume him, seeing nothing, yet clearly noting the shape of her breasts as she slumped over him, still in mild convulsions, the warmth of her body against his, the taste of her sweat as he let his lips form a kiss against her shoulder, pressed against his face. She moaned into his neck, clamping down on him, her paws wrapping around him, claws digging into him as her own orgasm slowly subsided. As his vision slowly returned to normal, his body light as a feather, he noticed her muttering something into his neck, his fur muffling the words, only a tickling sensation as her lips vibrated against him

"What?" he asked, his tail brushing softly against her left thigh.

"I told you... Not a word..." she whispered, and hugged him tighter. He decided to let it rest and purred softly in response to the rumbling from her chest as she lay on top of him.