In the Heat of the Jungle (Commission)
#7 of NSFW Content
(This concept isn't mine as it was commissioned)
In the dense heat of the jungle, warriors and hunters alike wear little more than a loincloth...
Narc the lion warrior is trapped on guard duty, bored and completely pent up after months without sex. Stuck with an erection and the hunting party due to return soon, the panther scout Ren offers to help them both...
_ *In the Heat of the Jungle * _
"This hunt shouldn't take too long, there's been plenty of herd activity over the last moon cycle. Keep an eye out for scavengers, Narc," Cyrus grunted. He gave me a heavy flick to the leg with his tail as he passed, chuckling.
"Y-yes, Hunt Master Cyrus," I stammered, flattening my ears to try and imitate the rest of the hunting patrol. I was around the same height as the rest of them, with a tawny brown mane, creamy fur spotted with markings and long lengths of the paint stripes of the Warriors. Yet, they all stood with an air of strength and wisdom about them, ears flat and eyes always searching the jungle undergrowth for any sign of movement.
Even in the smallest of movements, it was easy to see the strength they carried in their toned bodies. Cyrus shifted his spear and his biceps flexed into full view, his legs rippling with the kind of strength I dreamed of. As was tradition they all wore stripes of paint up their bare chests and upper thighs, the Hunters, Warriors and Gatherers each wearing patterns specific to their group. White paint decorated the Hunters, the point of spear-tips painted onto the v-line that ran down the hunter's hips and to the sheer cut of their loincloths. The loincloths were adept for hunting and combat training, but they also left little to the imagination. Even with the Hunting Party simply standing there getting ready to go, it was hard for me to not stare. Instead, I tried to focus on the bridge behind me that led back to the village.
"Protect them well, Warrior Narc," Cyrus said, giving me a nod. As I tried to hide how flustered I felt, the Hunters melted into the shadows of the jungle. Finally, alone with only the bridge and the occasional bird calls from the jungle, I let myself take a deep breath and leant against my spear. My heart had been pounding all the while the Hunters had been gathering by the bridge, and I could barely keep my tail from twitching at the sight of their corded muscles. Even now, alone and with only my thoughts and the trees around me, it was difficult not to think of them...
My heart had slowed, but the blood in my body continued to thump. I peered down to my loincloth and groaned when I saw the size of the erection that had formed, poking out of the loincloth.
Just the thought of those hunters made me so hard... it's been so long since I've had the chance to touch my own cock. With training and watch duty it's just been impossible. Even just seeing those hunters makes me want to fuck the next thing I see.
With so many days spent patrolling the borders side by side with the well-muscled fellow warriors in the tribe, I'd begun to feel a deep hunger growing within. Most of the tribe assumed I was too shy, too delicate to even think about sex.
In reality, I was quite the opposite.
And now here I was, stuck on guard duty with a giant erection. When the Hunters returned, they'd have to pass by me to get the bridge. And one at a time, they'd all see my hard length poking out. Embarrassment flushed through me and I flexed my claws out, unable to help it. My erections had a habit of sticking around for a while if I didn't do something about them...
I dug my claws into the spear and closed my eyes, and willed it to go away. For a moment, I heard only the sounds of the jungle. Birds cawed from the trees, insects sang in the wet heat, and the wood and rope bridge behind me creaked.
And then, a crack.
I whipped around fast as I could, but it was too late, my attacker was upon me, and tackled me to the ground. With my spear knocked from my hand I lashed my tail and bore my fangs, and a roar ripped from my throat as I got ready to bite into his shoulder.
"Narc, it's me!" A familiar voice chuckled, hitting me with his tail. Shifting out of the glare of the sun, I saw my attacker for who he really was.
_...Ren? _
With a faint growl, I shoved the sleek black panther off me, and jumped to my paws. Ren lay on the ground, laughing at my grumpy expression. I bared my fangs at him again, trying to appear like the ferocious Warrior I was meant to be. I picked up my spear and tried to ignore his laughs, and hit him again with my tail.
"What're you doing here, aren't you meant to be scouting?" I asked, quickly shuffling to hide my erection with the cloth. That proved to be a mistake. Ren stopped laughing, and suddenly his icy blue eyes were fixed on me. Specifically, my cock. With the lithe prowess of a scout, he leapt up and gave me a dangerous smirk. Ren always seemed to have a smile on his face. A tall, well-muscled, and lean panther he was the tribe's best scout despite his inability to take almost anything seriously. The elders and Cyrus tolerated his antics for the sake of his acrobatic talents and keen eyesight. There'd always been rumours his blue eyes were gifts from the Panther Goddess. The very eyes fixed on my rock-hard length.
Ren licked his lips, his whiskers twitching.
"Let your thoughts wander about, did you? Or are you just that excited seeing me?" Ren purred, striding up to me with a new swagger in his hips. My heart began to race once more, my tail-tip twitching as he got close to me, a sultry look in his icy gaze. Instead of meeting his eyes, I looked to the stripes running down his body. The paint markings of a scout ran down his midnight fur body, the paint like lightning strikes pointing straight to the v-dips of his hips. Suddenly, he had my jaw in his hands, pushing my head up and forcing me to meet his eyes. I felt the heat of his breath against my face, and my cock throbbed in response.
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" Ren teased, running his fingers over the very tip of my length. My body begged me to let him touch me all over, for his tongue to run up and down the length of me, to feel the heat of him, to stuff my throbbing cock into his eager mouth.
Instead of replying, I twitched my nose and flattened my ears. Ren chuckled and swept his long tail around my hips. He rubbed the tip more and a small moan escaped my lips.
"Everything's all pent up because we're always busy with our duties. I can barely find any time or anyone in this tiny tribe to bend over behind the community hut and fuck them till they're moaning my name like it's a prayer," Ren said, his voice low and quiet as he spoke right into my ear, his hands gripping my hips. I try and lean away from him, my shyness getting the better of me so that I feel flustered, unable to tell Ren to go away so I can focus on getting rid of my hardness.
But he continued to play with it, and I let him. Ren stepped closer and rested his head on my shoulder.
"The Hunters will be returning soon, I saw them finishing up and getting ready to head back to the village when I finished my scouting...which means they'll see you and your massive cock if you don't let me do something about it," Ren said, running a hand down my back. He lowered himself onto his knees and licked his lips again.
_They're coming back, I don't really have a choice. Besides, Ren is so, so hot. _
The blood thumped harder, and suddenly it was difficult to even think. Gently, Ren pushed the cloth away to reveal the full, gigantic nature of my fully erect cock. His eyes went wide as he noticed the tribal paint markings down my length. It seemed to make him even hornier, and a bit of drool escaped over his lip. The second I nodded, Ren had the head of my cock in his mouth.
His wide, rough tongue stroked the tip, and the warmth of his mouth made my legs tremble. Ren's tongue worked slowly, methodically, unlike the rushed sloppiness of the Cheetah. As his head bobbed up and down, my loincloth draped over half of his face, I couldn't help but let out a guttural growl. Ren stopped for a moment, and as his hand ran up and down my length, he gave me a smirk.
"What're you going to do to my mouth, Warrior Narc?" Ren purred and gripped my cock a little tighter. My cock twitched in reply. Instinct had overcome me and I felt more like a Hunter than a Warrior. I peeled my lips up and revealed my fangs with a ferocious snarl, and shoved his face right onto my length. He let out a small sound at my cock in his throat, he began to moan as I rocked my hips back and forth.
"I'm going to fill it with cum, Scout Ren!" I growled. I rocked back and forth faster and faster, a deep rumble going from my chest as Ren's moans grew louder and louder as I fucked his mouth. The heat of his mouth and throat pulsated through my cock and drool dripped from Ren's lips. I fucked his mouth harder and harder until a shudder ran through my body. The tension within built and built until finally, a roar ripped from my throat and I came right down Ren's throat, birds fluttering from the canopy at the sound.
I pulled back, and with a playful smile, I gave Ren a light slap in the face with my cum-soaked cock. Ren puffed his chest out and got to his back paws, licking up the remnants of cum and drool on his face. When he looked at me, his blue eyes were blazing with a cold fire. With my bravado and feral instinct gone, my shyness crashed down on me once again.
"Uh...Ren?" I said with a nervous chuckle. Ren looked to me with a new kind of hunger, his ears flattened and a low growl coming from his throat.
"Turn around. Now," Ren said in a low voice, so unlike his usual playful one. Embarrassment flushes through me and my creamy furred ears twitched. And suddenly, I recognise the deep hunger in his eyes.
He wants me.
Eager to obey, I turned around and gripped a nearby tree trunk. With a swift swipe, Ren ripped off my loincloth and grabbed my hips, lining it up with his. A heavy purr thrummed from my chest, and Ren grabbed my tail and pushed it aside.
"You're going to be good for me, aren't you Narc?" Ren growled, his voice a deep rolling darkness. He rubbed his cock against my ass and teased me, making my legs feel like jelly. He gripped my hips harder.
"Say it!" Ren snapped. I moaned and rubbed my ass up and down along his length.
"I'll be good. You can do anything!" I cry out, desperate to please him. I curled my tail around him and my body begged him to fuck me. Suddenly, Ren went still, his cock pointed against me.
"Good answer." He said, and with a single, powerful thrust, he was inside me. With the pain and pleasure of it all, I unsheathed my claws and dug them into the bark of the tree. Ren slammed against me, fucking me with the heavy slaps of his balls against me echoing about in the jungle. I groaned and roared at once, my claws scoring down the bark as Ren pumped in and out of me, occasionally slapping my ass when my moans grew louder.
Heat and passion rush through me, my tongue rolling out of my mouth as my face is pushed against the tree. Ren gripped my hips as he fucked me harder, not even trying to quieten his moans. Every time he thrusted, passion and his horniness flooded through me, and my body craved his cum to fill me up.
"You're loving this, aren't you slut?" Ren growled, smacking my ass hard. Drool dripped down my lips, as I loved being his little fuck toy.
"Yes!" I moaned, my cheek pressed against the bark. At the sound of my moan, Ren's thrusts suddenly became faster and harder. His moans and breaths became desperate and guttural until he finally growled like a true wild cat and came right inside of me. My cock twitched and we roar in unison, a mix of cum, heat, and wild passion all at once.
As the heat began to reside and my head began to clear, Ren pulled away and whipped around. I stand up on my shaking my legs and chuckle.
"Oh, leaving alrea-?" I began to tease Ren but upon turning around I realised what had shocked him into silence.
The Hunting Party.
Cyrus stood before them with a look of shock seemingly fixed on his face.
"Busy, are we?" Cyrus scoffed. I looked to the hunting party, to Ren, and then down, realising I was completely and utterly naked. My fur burning with shame, I glanced over to Ren, just as naked as me.
With a wicked smile, Ren stared right at me with those icy blue eyes and licked his whiskers, licking up those last droplets of cum.
In the Heat of the Jungle is a short fic I was commissioned to do. I had a blast writing this, so if you're looking for a commission of your own feel free to PM me :)