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The Long Gift 13--Oral Expirimentation By Zmeydros AKA Lucien Quinn AKA Alexi Tishen.

When Jaime wakes up, he's being smooshed between Leneth and Kurt. He feels really safe and happy. Kurt's back is against his back while Leneth's back is against his chest. His arms and legs are tangled with hers.

About ten minutes later, Kurt wakes up and turns to face Jaime. "Let's make breakfast for our host." He speaks in a very quiet voice that Jaime almost can't make out.

Jaime just nods at Kurt and starts untangling himself from Leneth. He and Kurt get out of bed as carefully as possible, and though Leneth's body seems to miss Jaime, she stays asleep. Once they're in the kitchen together, they make eggs, hash-browns, and bacon. The moment the bacon's done, Leneth shows up and starts eating strips of it.

After breakfast, Jaime thinks for a moment. What should they do today? "Let's play more of that campaign and then go out for a late lunch before dropping Kurt off so Leneth and I can have some quality time." He looks at Kurt. "Then I'll come back and spend the night with you."

"Sounds good, but are you sure Leneth won't get lonely without you?" Kurt points at Leneth.

A big smile forms on her face. "Oh, I'll be fine as long as you spend the next day and night alone with me... And before your mind goes in the gutter, I'm not planning on having sex with you that day. I actually want to see how well we get along when Jaime's not around." She looks at Jaime. "Would that be okay with you? We'd stay in touch so you don't worry about us."

"I think it's a great idea. I'll use the time to get ahead on some stuff for next semester." Jaime smiles. "I bet you two will have a lot of fun."

The rest of the day goes as planned. Leneth spins a grand tale of adventure and their characters get along well. Sexual tension between their characters builds to almost painful levels when Jaime and Leneth's characters see Kurt's character take a bath in a river by their camp.

They track down a mage that's trying to kill off the other members of Jaime's character's order so that the mage can be the only one who knows about their powerful trap spells and how to defuse them. After they get ambushed by a bounty hunter and barely survive, they stop the campaign and go out to eat at a special Italian restaurant that Leneth's mom introduced her to.

When they're done with their meal, they have plenty of left-overs to take home with them. The car ride back to the dorm is quiet as they sit smiling from their satisfied bellies.

After dropping Kurt off, Leneth and Jaime go back to Leneth's place. Jaime strips off his clothes while Leneth takes care of something on her computer.

He shifts into his Chimera form. The tingling of his horns pushing out is overshadowed by the feeling of his muzzle and tongue changing. As his tongue forks, he explores his changing mouth. His senses get confused by the complex sensation and he welcomes the distraction of his tail stretching longer and growing scales on its end as it becomes spade-shaped.

Then his legs feel hot for a moment while they take on a more digitigrade formation. When he's fully changed, he sticks out his forked tongue and plays with it. With a lot of concentration, he finds that he's able to move each fork independently.

"Want to try that trick out on my cunny?" A naked Chimera-form Leneth licks her lips on the other side of the room.

Pulling his tongue back into his mouth, Jaime says, "Don't you want to wait a day? I think I might need a break from sex."

"Want? I don't think so, but I can wait if that's what you want." She frowns.

Sitting up, he stretches. "I'll give you oral now if you give me oral next time."

"We'll see what happens." She walks toward the couch and offers her hand.

Jaime takes it and lets her lead him to the bedroom. The moment she's near the bed, she hops onto it and lies on her back. Pointing at her crotch, she says, "Lick it."

With a nod and a grin, Jaime hops onto the bed and starts kissing Leneth's slit and cunny. He waits until she moans to start licking at her pussy lips, which causes her to arch her back. Her heady aroma is thick in the air as he grabs her clit with the forks of his tongue.

"AAAH!" She shudders and thumps the bed with her tail.

Jaime gets excited when he experimentally slides his tongue into her folds. He can feel her walls grabbing at his tongue as he slides it in and he's starting to feel hot all over. Moving his tongue inside her, he rubs his clit with his paw. His horse cock starts pushing out of its sheath as her wonderful scent fills his mind.

"DEEPER!" She bucks her hips against his muzzle as her own cock starts emerging from its slit.

As he slides his tongue deeper into her, he slides two of his fingers into his wet passage. He moans deeply as he nuzzles and licks her pussy. When his nose rubs against her clit, she pres on herself and cries out in ecstasy.

A minute later, she pulls her crotch away from him and sits up. "Sixty-nine, right now. I want something to lick."

Without any protest or second thought, he gets into position over her and slides his tongue back into her cunny. When he grabs her throbbing fox cock, she bucks into his paw. His body trembles as her tongue enters him--he moans and grinds against her muzzle. Her tongue pushes deeper and deeper as her bottom jaw presses against his clit rhythmically; he tries to match her motions.

One of her paws starts to massage his balls while the other goes to work on his long, thick and slick shaft. He pres on her chest and moans as a small orgasm erupts from his clit. It takes all his concentration to keep stroking and licking. Her tongue is now deep within him and touching places that cause him to feel hot all over.

Applying her technique, he starts rubbing his bottom jaw against her clit while he uses his tongue to press against her most sensitive areas. She grinds harder against him and drastically picks up the pace of her licking, stroking and rubbing.

After he matches her pace, he feels a tingling at the base of his tail and contractions within both of their pussies. He growls to vibrate his treatment of her folds and gives her penis nice long and powerful strokes with his hand. She gyrates, thrusting into his paw and against his muzzle. Her moans and cries of pleasure get louder and louder as her body moves harder against him.

When he feels her knot swelling and the tingling within him spreads to the bottoms of his feet, he growls louder, vibrating her even more. Just as he feels her penis and slick depths contract in orgasm, she growls and the world spins from his grasp. Both their tongues go wild inside each other as they moan, growl and gasp in orgasm, coating each other's chests with thick cum.

He feels light headed; as if he's made of pleasure. No part of him is without warmth as another wave of orgasm takes him, no part of him is wanting for her love. Somehow both of them manage to continue stroking and licking until three more waves of orgasm wash over them. The waves from his female and male parts combine into something beyond his experience. He can't move enough or moan enough to express the ecstasy he feels.

By the time the last wave runs through Jaime, his entire body is buzzing with rapturous release. He lifts his head to roar as one last rope of cum hits Leneth's chest. She roars with him and coats his chest one last time before Jaime collapses onto his side, smiling widely at the warmth he feels.

They pant heavily until they catch their breaths--Leneth plops down next to him lazily and stares into his eyes. She hugs him tightly, pressing their cum-laden chests together. "That was the best oral... ever."

"Agreed." Jaime barely manages to speak; his tongue and maw are exhausted.

"You're amazing, you mimicked me perfectly..." She licks his nose and hugs him even tighter. "I almost felt like I was licking myself out, it was awesome."

"Glad you liked it." The bliss Jaime feels makes his eyelids heavy. His body feels heavy after so many orgasms. Time slips by without his notice.

"It's been a half-hour, think we should take a shower?" Leneth giggles. "That rhymed."

Barely understanding what Leneth just said, Jaime tries to respond. "Shower... good." He feels her pull him up and lead him into the shower. She cleans him without him being fully aware of what's happening. Only when it's his turn to wash her back does he awaken enough to complete the task.

Not too long after that they're back lying on the dry part of her bed, cuddling. He nuzzles her breasts. "I love you."

Wrapping her tail around him, she says, "I love you too."

"Is it even better when I'm being penetrated and penetrating at the same time?" He looks into her eyes.

"Yes, but in a different way. It feels even more intimate and the orgasm tends to be sharper because tongues and paws tend to be gentler than a nice hard cock. It's more wild too. When I'm in the middle, I feel more like a wild animal." Her eyes brighten. "I can't wait till you and Kurt have your first times."

"Me neither. How will we know when Kurt's ready to have sex with both of us?" Jaime frowns. "I feel like he's holding himself back when what he really wants is to be with us like that."

"It'll be a good sign when his character starts having sex with our characters in the campaign." She smirks. "I bet he'll do it the next time we get together to play."

He puts a paw on her side. "Yeah, that would make sense. If he decides to be a Chimera, I wonder what his Chimera form will be like."

She puts her paw on top of his. "I thought he'd just be a male-leaning herm like you or something, but now that he has a big breasted herm bunny as his character, I have no idea. That really surprised me."

"Yeah, I had to do a reality check. He's such a guy, I have trouble imagining that he has a feminine side, but now that I think of it, he really seemed to enjoy being taken in the ass." He smiles.

"He's a very complex person. Sometimes he's the most caring person I've ever met and other times he's laughing with glee during gore scenes in Quentin Tarantino films." She raises an eyebrow. "Ever notice how he never makes up words around complete strangers?"

He nods. "I never thought about that, but you're right. He speaks perfect English to strangers until he knows whether they have a good sense of humor."

"That's true; if he finds out they don't have a sense of humor, he usually stops talking to them." Her smile gets bigger. "I'm looking forward to spending an entire day with him tomorrow."

"I'm looking forward to hearing how much fun you two have." He kisses her nose.

They spend another hour together before Leneth drops Jaime off. Once Jaime's in the dorm room and has his winter attire off, he finds Kurt in his bed reading a book. "Hey Kurt, is that a good--"

Holding up a finger, Kurt reads a bit more. A minute later, he folds the corner of the page he's on and sets the book aside. "It's a great book. It's 'Rendezvous with Rama' by Arthur C. Clarke. But, I'd rather talk about something that's been gnawing at my brain the entire day."

"Gnawing at your brain?" Jaime sits on the bed next to Kurt.

"Heh, that's probably not the best way to put it." Kurt kisses Jaime on the cheek. "Because it's actually a very pleasant thought."

Hooking his tail around Kurt, Jaime says, "Really?"

"Absopositively... Ever since we added sex to our friendship again, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I was worried at first because you already have a mate and I tried to tell myself that I could find someone as wonderful as you. But now I don't have to worry about that as much." Putting an arm around Jaime, Kurt gives him a squeeze.

The smile on Jaime's face grows and grows as he listens to Kurt. When Kurt's finished, he kisses him deeply. "I feel the same way."

Kurt looks into Jaime's eyes. "All we have to do now is to work together to build a relationship that works for all of us, which isn't looking as hard as I thought it would be. Tomorrow will tell me a lot more about whether this can truly work."

Patting Kurt on the back, Jaime says, "You two get along great. The only thing you have to worry about is her sexual side, but I think I took good care of her needs tonight, so I think things will go fine."

With a nod, Kurt smirks. "I can smell what you two did even though you took a shower afterwards... Speaking of sexual needs, the other thing I can't stop thinking about is how good anal felt. That orgasm hit really hard."

"The kinkyness really got me going. I liked fucking your hot ass." Jaime nuzzles Kurt. "I think we'd have to train me to get me to take you, though."

"I don't doubt that. I could feel myself stretch, but I guess we lucked out on the pain. I just felt a burning sensation--one that the pleasure masked really well. I still feel a little tender down there, but it's almost back to normal."

Giving Kurt an enthusiastic squeeze, Jaime beams. "Now we're butt buddies!"

Kurt just chuckles shakes his head. "Yes, there's more ass in our friendship now."

Jaime licks Kurt's muzzle."YAY! We both swing both ways."

Kurt holds up a finger. "Yeah, but we're not equal. You've got both sides of the equation in your pants."

"True, but I'm sure you'd be a herm if you could."

"I definitely want to try it." Kurt grins. "Speaking of trying things. You better start training your ass, because I'm going to return your anal favor someday."

Jaime squirms a bit as an image of Kurt taking him in the ass surfaces. "Oooh, I'm going to start working on that soon."

Getting off the bed, Kurt kisses Jaime on the cheek. "Good, now, what game do you want to play until it's time for bed?"

"BlazBlue, I want to get better at distortion drive moves." Jaime follows Kurt into the living room.

Kurt grins widely. "Heh, I was hoping you'd say that, I practiced the entire time you were with Leneth."

Neither Kurt nor Jaime can gain the upper hand and they continue to have close matches until they go to sleep together on the futon. The next morning, Jaime awakens to find himself tangled in the sheet that they were sleeping under. When he realizes that he doesn't feel cold even though the sheet isn't covering his legs, he smiles--having fur is wonderful.

The only thing that could make this morning better is if he was cuddling with Kurt. Looking across the futon at Kurt's sleeping face, Jaime wonders how they ended up on opposite sides of the futon. Carefully, he scoots closer to Kurt until he can put his arms around him. When his hands touch Kurt, he sees Kurt's eyes open.

"Good morn--" Before Jaime can finish his greeting, Kurt pulls him into a french kiss. It goes on for a minute until they start licking each other's muzzles.

"I had really bad dreams last night and I was superglad to see your face when I woke up." Running a paw over Jaime's whiskers, Kurt tears up. "Thanks for being here."

The pain on Kurt's face almost causes Jaime to turn away. "Of course!"

Kurt chuckles. "Your M Bison fixation is disturbinating."

"Your fixation for inventing words is disturbilicious." Jaime tries not to laugh at his own joke, but fails miserably.

Seeing Jaime laugh so hard causes Kurt to crack up. Soon both of them are bouncing on the futon, contorted in mirth. Kurt recovers first and dashes off to the restroom. When he comes back, Jaime is just giggling slightly. "I'm going to make us some poached eggs and toast."

Jaime's ears perk up. "That's exactly what I wanted."

"That's good, because that's all I felt like making." Walking to the stove, Kurt's tail moves from side to side.

As Jaime's eyes follow Kurt's tail, he realizes that Kurt's going to be with Leneth most of the day. He'll be lonely, but good things will probably come out of his two best friends spending time together. Soon, it will be time to tell Kurt about the Chimera and ask him to be part of their triad. It probably would be best if Kurt shared his pain first, though. Holding that much pain inside can't be good for Jaime's favorite tiger. Jaime runs off to the bathroom and then lies on the futon again.

Kurt's bad dreams were probably linked to the terrible thing that Kurt won't talk about. A bit of frustration rises to the surface in Jaime's mind. This is so unlike Kurt. That tiger has always been honest and open. Maybe Kurt can't share it because some part of him is trying to deny that whatever caused him pain truly happened. Like the time Jaime broke his arm playing broom ball on the ice rink near his house. Almost every day he woke up with a cast on, he hoped that breaking his arm was just part of some bad dream he'd had the night before.

Sometimes he'd even close his eyes and then open them again just to make sure it was real. The truth was that he knew he had a broken arm every time he tried to fool himself, but he was too stubborn to let reality have its way. Too stubborn to believe that he had had the misfortune of not being able to use his arm for a couple months.

The fact that Kurt doesn't appear to have an injury or be sick in any way is good, but having a broken arm is probably easier to deal with than Kurt's problem. Something probably happened in Kurt's family. Something terrible...

The smell of garlic salt, eggs, wheat toast, butter, and pepper brings Jaime out of his reverie and he walks over to the table. Kurt's sitting in front of his plate and Jaime's plate is sitting on the table with steam coming off the eggs. He almost sits on his own tail; he's still getting used to having one. Now that he's seated, he looks into Kurt's eyes and says, "Thank you, it smells really good."

"Taste it before you thank me, one of us has an eggshell in his poached eggs." Kurt brings some egg and toast up to his mouth and eats it carefully as if he's expecting to find something truly malicious in it.

Stifling a giggle, Jaime looks away from Kurt and starts to work on his own food. Three bites in, he finds a large piece of eggshell. He winces at the feeling of the shell grinding against his teeth. He spits it out. "Found it."

The concerned look on Kurt's face vanishes. "Oh, good, I can't stand biting down on eggshells--it's like having someone claw at a chalkboard in my mouth."

"I don't like it, but I got used to it. My mom could cook almost any mediocre meal you could want, but she couldn't break an egg without getting eggshell in whatever she was cooking. One time she made a quiche for a church potluck and asked me to break open all the eggs for her." Jaime takes another bite.

"Did it turn out okay?" Kurt asks as he sucks down more food.

Shaking his head, Jaime laughs softly. "No, I was as bad as my mom back then because she never let me cook. I saw a lot of half-eaten pieces of our quiche go right in the trash that night."

"I'm glad I wasn't at that potluck. I love quiche and would have probably gotten two pieces. I guess your mom was mad at you when you got home." Holding up a paw, Kurt frowns. "Never mind. You've told me how bad your mom was."

"It's okay, she verbally abused me for an hour before one of her friends called and distracted her. It could have been worse. I'm just glad I was able to build my confidence back up in high school." Savoring a bite of his breakfast, Jaime thinks about how messed up his childhood was. "The best thing she ever inadvertently did for me is cause me to become an A student. I started staying after school to study every day to avoid going home."

"That's a very ungood way to become an A student. I was a B student because I figured that the effort to get A's wasn't worth the boredom it required. Well, that and the time it would take away from tennis." Kurt tilts his head and looks off into the distance and smiles faintly as if he's chasing after fond memories.

Letting Kurt enjoy his past, Jaime finishes off his poached eggs and toast. When he looks back up, he sees Kurt staring at him. "Something on your mind?"

Kurt nods slowly. "Yeah, I was thinking about how my parents started off good and got worse as I got older, and how yours did the opposite... Did I ever tell you why my dad started drinking?"

"He got fired and couldn't get another job, right?"

"Yeah, he got fired for sexual harassment and he was so mad about it that he cussed out the entire HR department. When he started throwing things, the police were called in and he ended up in the newspaper." Playing with his fork, Kurt drops it on the table and it clanks against the plate.

"Wow, I don't think you told me about that. That's why your dad stayed unemployed for so long." Jaime frowns, thinking about how much that must have sucked for Kurt and his family.

"No one would touch him after that and my mom had to find a job. She wanted to be a perfect suburban housewife and she was so pissed about having to work that she took it out on my father. That's when he started drinking." Kurt sighs. "I learned my alcoholism from him, and I probably got the genes for it from him too."

Putting his paw on Kurt's, Jaime smiles. "But you're mostly better now."

"Mostly... I've been craving booze more lately, but I've managed not to drink much." Kurt looks into Jaime's eyes. "I think it's because of you."

Sitting up straight, Jaime says, "Of course!"

Shaking his head, Kurt laughs. "You're uberhopeless."

Jaime giggles.