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An odd sensation caught somewhere between horniness and hunger roiled low in Lysan's belly. As his grogginess wore off, the sensation grew keener and keener until it was a desire that overshadowed all other post-sleep needs, including his want for food and water. There was a singular surefire way--a specific place he could go and a specific person he could meet--to satisfy the ache.

Aquila was in the usual spot behind the bathhouses. His ivory toga was on the edge of falling off his slim shoulder and the belt cinched around his midsection drew Lysan's eye to the hourglass dip of his waist. Aquila spotted the wolf and beckoned him over with a flutter of his long lashes and a swish of his striped tail. They both knew why Lysan was here; there was no need for formalities.

Lysan towered over the little tiger and dropped a few copper coins into his waiting palm.

Aquila stored the coins in the leather pouch affixed to his belt and smirked up at Lysan. "The usual?" he asked in a warbling tenor.

"The usual," he confirmed with a chuckle.

Aquila's lithe fingers trailed down Lysan's chest, caressing the bulk of his muscles and tracing down into the deep dip of his abs. He didn't linger long before he turned and led Lysan into the bathhouse alley where they could have a touch more privacy.

The pair didn't waste time. Aquila planted his palms on a bench that rested against the wall, back arched and rear toward Lysan. He lifted his tail, which raised his toga and exposed his ass and glistening pink hole. Was it lube, or was it cum from a previous patron? It didn't matter.

Lysan pressed against Aquila's tailhole; it quivered against his cockhead. Semi-erect, his cock was half the length of the tiger's tail and thicker around than Aquila's bicep. It looked like an impossible fit with the way the wolf's cockhead spread Aquila's ass, but the tiger had taken Lysan to the base many, many times.

Aquila mewled and rubbed his hole against Lysan's cock. Without hesitation, the wolf grabbed him by his hips and shoved in. Aquila's hand jerked from the bench to muffle a yowl in his palm, tail bristled while he pushed back against the cock inside him. The tiger's ass wrapped around Lysan, just as tight as any new hole would be, and seemed to draw him deeper until he'd taken the wolf to the base.

Within a minute Lysan was pounding Aquila, palms on the bench while the tiger mewled and writhed beneath him. He didn't have to see it to know Aquila's cock was rock hard and dripping under his drooping toga. It was obvious in the tremble of his hips and the way his tail wrapped around the base of Lysan's cock and balls--a weak threat of punishment if the wolf dared to pull out before he was finished.

To mirror the threat, Lysan gripped Aquila's tail by the base, forcing the grip to loosen. Lysan tugged with each thrust, dragging the tiger back against him and fully transforming him into a mess of moaning and grinding against the cock inside him, tailhole clenching and unclenching in a rhythm designed to milk every last drop of pleasure out of whomever he was servicing.

He was close. Lysan thrust faster, one hand on Aquila's hip and one remaining on the base of his tail as he dragged the now almost limp tiger against him; he alternated between grinding and short thrusts into the shuddering hole around him.

Something shifted. The sensation that had woken Lysan from his afternoon nap morphed from something lust-like and into something that was, undeniably, hunger. His cock writhed, and underneath him, Aquila stiffened. Lysan's cock sought something which it found by curving back around on itself, snakelike, in a way that bulged Aquila's stomach impossibly.

"Wh--" A moan interrupted Aquila's confusion and he backed into Lysan's cock again.

The wolf's cockhole closed around the bump of Aquila's prostate. It made the tiger mewl and his knees gave out. Had Lysan not had such a firm grip on his hip, the wolf's cock might have slipped out.

Now that it had found what it wanted, Lysan's cock suckled on the tiger's sweet spot. Pleasure rocked Aquila's entire body as climaxed around the wolf, tailhole clenching and hips bucking. But Lysan's cock didn't stop suckling, nor did the wolf climax. Instead, his cockhole continued to work Aquila's sweet spot harder and harder still until Lysan felt the suction-tight grip it had on Aquila's insides. Confusion pricked at the back of Lysan's mind, but only at the back. He himself didn't know what was happening, but something urged him to continue--to suck harder and to...to get more, whatever more was.

"I--w-wait," Aquila gasped, reeling from post-orgasm sensitivity, yet still being assaulted by pleasure.

Something tugged in the tiger. His balls drew up in his sack again, but not in climax, though the sensation was just as intense. Pleasure spiked in Lysan as Aquila's balls drew up further and further still. One climbed higher than the other until one side of the tiger's sack was empty.

Aquila tried to protest, but the sickly-sweet sensation of his insides being rearranged by Lysan's cock virtually melted him into a moaning, striped puddle.

This was it. This was what Lysan had craved since he'd woken. The tiger's ball pulled inward, further into his body, and the wolf finally felt a bump against his cockhead. It was his cock that was hungry.

Aquila's claws gouged the bench beneath him as the foreign, yet overwhelmingly orgasmic sensation ripped through his prostate and cock. Lysan's cockhead sucked in one of Aquila's testicles, fully engulfing it and the thick cord that still held it to the inside of the tiger's sack. With one last, strong suck that sent a shockwave of pleasure through Aquila, a painless pop rocked the tiger's lower body as his vas deferens separated from his insides and Lysan consumed it completely.

An immense wave of pleasure washed over Lysan as he swallowed the testicle. Every inch the ball traveled through his cock was another wave of pleasure, and it didn't stop. Lysan's cock pulled again and drew Aquila's last testicle out of his sack, leaving it nothing more than an empty pouch of fur and skin. The tiger could only moan feebly as, with another strong suck, his vas deferens released and his last ball joined the first lump in Lysan's cock.

Both balls traveled up the wolf's shaft, bathing his hungry cock in pleasure from the inside out until they finally disappeared into his body. They moved through him, curving up through his system and down again until they finally slid into his own sack. But his hunger wasn't yet sated. Aquila's balls were just an hors d'oeuvre that whet his appetite for more.

Lysan released the tiger's tail and flipped him over, onto his back on the bench, grip on Aquila's hip still strong. Aquila couldn't have protested if he wanted to. He was limp except for his cock, which dripped cum yet remained hard as steel.

Something within Lysan compelled him to press his cockhead against Aquila's. With that twisting, pulling motion that had sucked Aquila's sweet spot, his cock worked over the tiger's. Lysan's cock engulfed Aquila's and worked his sheath down until no more of Aquila's cock could be exposed.

More moans slithered from Aquila's muzzle. His hips convulsed weakly in attempt to fuck the cockhead surrounding his own dick, but his body was too limp. Pleasure spiked through Lysan with every movement until his cock did that--that thing again.

The tiger planted his palms on Lysan's chest--whether it was to push him away, the wolf didn't know. His cock massaged and kneaded Aquila's, then the tugging began. Each pull was stronger than the last, drawing an excess of mewls from the tiger as Lysan's cock's swallowed his.

Another pull. And another. Pleasure trembled through Lysan's cock, but it wasn't sexual pleasure. It was something more like the start of eating a delicious meal, and Aquila's cock was the meal. It came further from the tiger's body with each suck.

With one final, intense draw, yet another pop rocked Aquila's body and sent a slither of pleasure down Lysan's cock. With every inch Aquila's detached manhood traveled through him, Lysan grew closer and closer to--he didn't know until the tiger's cock passed through the base of his and bathed him in intense satisfaction. It was as though he had gorged himself on a meal fit for an emperor.

With nothing left to hold it up, Lysan's cock fell off Aquila. Cum dribbled from the nondescript hole left in the smooth surface deep in Aquila's wrinkled sheath.

"A-ah...?" Aquila said feebly. He was numb with pleasure, unable to rise from the bench, and Lysan, satisfied from the hunger that had been gnawing within him since he woke, left him there as a puddle of emasculated tiger with an empty sheath and sack.