Feline Fight to the Finish 5

Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry

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#57 of Commissions

In catboy country, there are many rituals that come with the tribes there. The most important is the battle between two champions to decide who gets the sacred hunting grounds. To the winner gets the eternal love and servitude of the other, and for the other... they will enter the afterlife as their reward!

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"N... no fair!" Mao whines, feeling his leg turned and locked underneath the firm grip of his opponent's leg. "Let go of me... it's gonna... you're gonna...."

"Do you yield?' Nan says, his attitude shifting, becoming much more severe.

Mao's mouth hangs agape, feeling the pain surge up through his form. "W... what? No, of course, nooooyywww!"

Nan sits up, pulling on that leg, twisting it, applying more pressure on the socket. "I don't want to hurt you unduly," he says. "But, we both know that whoever wins this needs his rival to recognize his master's superiority. Now, we're at that moment--where you give in and prepare yourself to become mine, forever and always."

Mao grips at the ground, gritting his teeth. "N... No..." he groans, shuddering, even as Nan leans over him, his chest against his back. "I won't... I won't give up. Not when I can make you give up!

With a roar fighting through the pain, Mao pushes himself up. A loud pop fills the air. He flips around, wrapping his leg around Nan's head. Mao pulls him in close to his waist, smashing his opponent's face up against his balls, slamming him to the ground as he sits atop of him.

"How's this for a little taste, lover," Mao says, rubbing his thigh. It throbs after that dislocation stunt, but it's not something he can't recover from... that is unless Nan gets out of this hold himself. "Why don't you open your mouth and say 'Aaah,' and the two of us can get ready for the finale?" He leans in, rubbing his fingers over Nan's cheeks, placing a kiss upon his forehead. "You see, this is the difference between you and me. I'm willing to sacrifice anything to win. To be the ultimate master, one must understand how to be the ultimate servant, first and foremost. You don't know how to do that, but I do."

He pushes his hips forward, smothering the other feline with his balls, wincing as he does from the pain in his back and his thigh. "Ngh... g... got to say, I'm... I need some... recuperation... after this!" he puffs.

Nan grabs at the leg around him, digging in with his fingers and pulling away. He dares not open his mouth, for once the ceremony begins, there is nothing left to it. He holds his breath, fighting not to let it end this way, grabbing at Mao's leg with both hands, straining, grunting, gritting his teeth.

Mao runs his hands through that beautiful, yet messy, hair, gripping hard at it, panting. "G... give it up... submit to me, please! We'll be happy forever in paradise, and you know this. And... and you'll never grow old. Don't you wish to be beautiful forever!"

Nan digs his fingers in harder with a roaring yell, and he pulls the leg away from his head. The two fight against one another, straining Mao's thigh until he finally lets go, stumbling and falling on his dislocated leg.

Nan stumbles up, clutching his side. "Mao..." he pants. "You're hurt... you'll grow old... and sore... if you don't let me win. I can't let that happen to you, and I can't go on knowing that you'll break down. And most importantly... I want you all to myself!"

Mao shakes, stumbling onto his good but sore leg, resting his weight on that. "Ah... ha... Nan... you really... really do care... don't you? But you know... we can't just give up like this... if this is to be real for either of us... we have... we have to see this all the way through... until the other can't resist."

Nan closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "Mao... you're already there."

Mao looks up to Nan, pushing up. With his good leg.

Nan presses his foot against Mao's shoulder, forcing him to fall back on his dislocated leg. He yowls and collapses onto his hands and knees, panting.

Nan stands there, looking over him, a shadow drooping over his eyes. "Don't you see it yet?"

Mao shakes his head, wiping his chin. "Heh... m-maybe," he says. "But it's been a good run... and... I gotta admit, I've been... lookin' forward to having a taste this whole time." He scoots to his knees, careful to only let the pressure on his good leg.

As he pushes himself up, that's when Nan reaches down, grabbing a handful of his hair and tilting him upwards.

The two look at each other, eye-to-eye, the smiles reappearing on both of their faces.

"You're not going to forget this," Mao says, pressing his lips together. He then spreads his mouth, rolling out his tongue, letting out a hot breath.

"No... I don't think I will," Nan says, wrapping his fingers around his achingly hard member. "And I'm going to make sure you remember this for all eternity, my Mao...."

Mao breathes heavily, his body aching from the exertion and exhaustion of their match thus far. He licks his lips, staring up at the member of his opponent and then up to Nan's eyes. "So... this is the end, eh? W-well, at least I won't have to worry anymore about my people..." he says this, chuckling.

Nan steps up, placing a hand behind Mao's head. "That's right. Now, open up wide, my love. You're mine, and the lands are my people's.

With little chance to give Mao to prepare, Nan pushes his opponent's face hard against his cock, thrusting his own hips forward in the process.

The shaft disappears into Mao's mouth, his eyes widening as he finds his throat penetrated by the thick meat of his opponent. He fights back against his body's natural inclination to gag at the intrusion into his airway. His chest glistens with sweat as it heaves with the desire to blow the cock out of him.

Mao grips at his knees, taking the attack, knowing that this is the way. He bobs along the length as much as he can, letting out purrs to soothe himself.