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Well, now, I was going through my files while doing the word count on my furry writing, and I came across this unpublished story, lacking a proper ending to it, and I thought, why not? *chuckle*

So here we are, a nice, erotic tale of two cats enjoying each other, for your reading pleasure on this Wednesday.

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No matter how many times Narjen had done what he was currently doing, he had no danger of becoming fully accustomed to the sight in front of his eyes. Comfortably curled down to his side, his mate slept in a peaceful slumber. His chin was cupped against a palm held up to act as a pillow as much as the expanse of soft cloth and feathers underneath the sleeping panther's head. His pitch black furs looked like a spill of ink on the earthy white of the linen, a perfect contrast as much as it was a perfect harmony of colour. Narjen watched how his eyelids fluttered mildly with a passing dream, how his ear, the one that had a small white tuff at the end of the otherwise dark, pointed ear, flicked with the unseen apparitions conjured up by the sleeping male's soul. The curve of his muzzle was as fine as the shininess of his furs, all smooth and uniform in tone, except on the back of his neck where the looseness of the skin and the relaxed posture of the sleeping male's head tousled the same furs into a gentle ruffle. His body spawned into elegant curves held out of sight with the soft sheet of cloth covering his sprawled form, lean and toned from his years in his duty as the envoy of his people. He slept peacefully, without a flicker of unease or stress in the sleeping panther. Even his long, strong tail was comfortably settled about his hidden knees, coiling around them for safekeeping for the duration of the night, to make sure his rest was uneventful and uninterrupted.

All this the tiger observed peacefully, with a soft smile on his thin lips, his own muzzle propped against his arm for support while he reclined on his belly with his head tilted to the side to best look at the sleeping male only a foot or so apart from him. Even that distance felt too much for the tiger at the moment, for the one who often missed for the panther's company when they were not together, and even now he wished to be closer to the sleeping panther, to feel his soft, smooth coat against his own richly striped one, and to find their intimacy once more. He loved the fact that the comfortable, wide bed smelled as much of his own musk as of that of the panther, a rich scent he had once found alien and new, that had only mellowed in that it became familiar while still retaining its power over the tiger's senses. He could find enjoyment in pressing his nose against the panther's neck or perhaps to the crook of his arm and breathe him in, deeply, letting his nose and maw be filled with the fragrance of the - hopefully - purring male. It would make him breathe deeply and make his head feel heavy with the heady promise of masculinity, of strength and the familiar scent of a feline, combine with the exotic and the new. All those words could be used to describe the black panther currently perfectly content with himself in this world, and judging from his peaceful state, with the one his soul gave for the entertainment of his rest.

The tiger's tail coiled happily around his calves as he oversaw the comfortable oblivion displayed by the lean male, a sight that was sure to put a sense of warmth into his chest and his spirit. He almost daren't close his eyes in case the dark form would melt into the dim surroundings of the bedchamber not yet kissed by the sun to begin the new day. Thus he simply watched, his own tall, more bulky form slowly rising with the gentle flow of air into his own lungs with each slow, measured breath he took. All his limbs still felt heavy with sleep, a comfortable weight that reminded of a peaceful sleep of his own, and he could only hope that the panther would feel equally pleasant once the day would bring him back into this world of consciousness.

He already missed the panther's smiles and his gentle, purring voice, Narjen realized with a soft sigh. Already, even if measured in the time he had spent awake without the other male's presence, already he hoped to be sharing his companies properly. He hoped for clear green eyes and a soft smile that sometimes showed the tips of his sharpest teeth when he was especially pleased with something, and he wished to hear the laugher and the purrs that could make his whole spine itch pleasantly when the said rumble was more felt than heard by the tiger. They could smile and laugh and trade playful words, and sometimes serious, too, while being with each other in every sense of the word his mind allowed for him to think, and it all felt good for the tiger.

He had never known anyone like his panther, his Alkyr whom was currently none but Alkyr, the way he only held that name when within the walls of the chambers they currently occupied. There were many other names to call him by when they were on the outside, where they could not be too familiar with each other. Here in the privacy of the closed door, they existed only as Alkyr and Narjen, first and foremost, and it was what mattered. He didn't need a title to hold the panther dear, he did not need a count or an envoy, but Alkyr, the panther who smiled on terrible jokes and liked to kiss with his eyes closed and with their tails entwined softly while they held onto each other. That was what the tiger needed and contemplated when he watched the sleeping panther, the one fur in this world he shared himself intimately with, and the feeling filled his chest with a warmth that could keep him smiling through the worst days, and beaming during the very good ones. This day had not yet given up its secrets nor shown its nature. There was still this temporal twilight of the morning before the bells, the time when life was private, the air smelled wonderful with the dew, and when the world could exist in mounds of linen and pillows warmed by the presence of a resting body upon them.

Narjen yawned pleasurably, snuffled and scratched the side of his muzzle, letting his whiskers shuffle with the flow of air from his lungs, his broad chest dropping until it was eager to rise again with his deep, refreshing breath. He was glad that they had left the small window open last night, to let the night air cool down the bed chamber and provide with a gentle welcome once they would wake up in the morning. The warm fragrance of the bed was already mixing with cool, moist freshness from the outside, invigorating the tiger with a sense of action, and, to his own pleasure, a hint of hunger! His belly in fact gave a low rumble, indicating that it would enjoy sustenance as much as the tiger's lips would enjoy the feel of the panther's soft lips pressing against his own in a good morning kiss. it would be a kiss of joy, one that they could let go on as long as they wished, to properly say hello to each other before it would be time to leave and prepare for their day apart from each other.

He tipped his head down back to the comfortably warm and tiger-smelling pillow, content for now to simply lie down and watch Alkyr's sleep while keeping quiet enough so as not to interrupt it before it was appropriate. Narjen pulled up one knee against his own chest and reclined in a most feline way possible, enjoying how it put additional curvature to his long spine, stretching him out a little without actually getting out of the bed to begin the routine of callisthenics he adhered to for the sake of preserving his formidable physique. Narjen's purpose was to impress not only with his eloquent words and the quickness of his wit, but also to the speed he could run and how easily he could dispatch sparring partners in the training field. The tiger had spent all of his days making himself the best he could in both these purposes, and he took pride in the skill he showed in both, quite legibly so. His ears would blush when Alkyr whispered to them that he was beautiful to look at. Secretly, or perhaps not that much so for he would always purr upon hearing such comments, he would feel quiet pride for the fact that he was found attractive, and that it was his own doing, not because of a title or the blood that coursed through his veins with every beat of his noble heart. No, he was fine for Alkyr as himself, for his own purposes and for the form he had trained himself into by vigorous routine of shaping himself in body and mind, to be the best he could be.

His newest and least selfish purpose was currently a blessed foot away from him, curled in a similarly cat-like posture for the night, a position the nature itself had given for him and which he had assumed unconsciously during the nocturnal hours. His breaths were slow still, and if Narjen reached out with a paw and held it out close enough, he could feel how it tickled against the soft furs of his knuckles. The feeling was warm and almost ticklish, and most pleasant for the tiger who enjoyed any kind of contact with the sensual and sensuous and clearly quite sensational panther who had chosen to hold his companies for the moment.

Again he smiled, and sighed softly with the pure pleasure of loving someone as much as he did, and being loved in return. It was not a feeling put into many words between them, but there had always been enough, as many words as there were needed to share the total extent of their feelings, and it was proper, and it was real, even if it was quiet. It was expressed often and in many ways, physical and spiritual, and there were no hidden feelings, no secrets held from the counterpart of the other, and there were silent moments when they could simply hold each other's paws and share the feeling, without words. Silence mattered as much as the words did, and when there were no words, there were touches, kisses, embraces and the occasional claw, whether in passion or in the heat of a tussle to awaken the blood and the instincts for whatever purpose it was required. Strong hearts needed strong blood, and the blood was strong, and the will was wrong, as much as the arms were strong, and there was heat, and there was fire, and there was...silence, and a fragile, carefully interweaved lattice of interaction, of memories and experiences, and will.

There were so many things, and surprisingly few were in the sleep-addled mind of the tiger gentle observing his mate's sleep from his perfect vantage point, close enough so that he could lean over and lavish a soft kiss over the panther's brow, if he wanted. The very idea of a good morning kiss made him smile a little, and he was more than tempted to make it happen, too, but the tiger reminded himself softly that there would be time for kisses later, once the panther found himself awake naturally, rather than being not so rudely awakened by an amorous tiger. It was not an uncommon occurrence, but considering how late they had found the comfort of the pillows last eve, the tiger did not have heart to tease his companion into awareness even with such a sweet act upon his body. The dark, smooth body had been often the target of the tiger's desire, more often than he could count nor wanted to, but yet there was fire to be had from its simple presence and the sight of the lean male who often displayed his body freely for the tiger's eager and curious eyes to sample. Looks were as important as touches, because the blood would be double the warm for the sake of imagining where paws could wander before the touch would actually fall and bring pleasure for both involved.

Narjen scolded himself softly for thinking such things so early in the morning, but it was not a genuine displeasure upon his mindset. Loving Alkyr in body and soul was as natural as breathing or eating, and having thoughts about that natural act was nothing he could want to be ashamed of. It happened when it was meant to and when it was desired, as often as they liked, of course, and there was nought he could complain about when it came to intimate life. Life was good in general for the tall tiger, and with a mate as...fascinating as Alkyr was, his days were filled with joy and with light...and the light in his life came from someone who was as dark as the night, but only in his tone. Everything hidden safely under the expanse of dark fur was beautiful for Narjen, and as much as he would give praise for the form, he appreciated what was within even more, the good heart of the male called Alkyr, and the only one for whom he had eyes for. Even now those eyes explored, re-discovered and reinterpreted the sight that was Alkyr, the panther resting in perfect peace with the universe of creation, as a beautiful display of that power that brought every one of them for a little while onto the surface of the known world. If Narjen had ever encountered a beautiful male, the lithe panther perfectly fit that description, even though he might snuffle off such implications if the tiger happened to whisper such a sentiment into his ear on a private moment of weakness.

The tiger rolled a shoulder lightly to stretch his upper body minutely while still remaining as he was, quietly protecting the panther's rest while keeping himself utterly comfortable and content with his surroundings. His tail flicked idly under the covers, the tip positioned somewhere near his ankle where it would tap against his curled, striped leg lightly. Sinewy muscles rippled on his manipulated arm, speaking of his strength, carefully held in check by the determined tiger's will. He would not hurt anyone without a purpose, would not bring his paw up in anger unless provoked, and he was proud of that strength of the will as much as the ability to lift twice his own weight with his arms. His gentle spirit gave him a restful posture and a good way of carrying himself around. It was not one of arrogance unless he needed to appear such, but one of confidence that he could radiate with each gesture and expression as much as each movement or a swing of his blade while in practice or an arranged display. That strength he could show with well-meant pride, and give bows of gratitude for those cheering him, and he gladly accepted their graces upon himself, for that was part of who he was meant to be, or at least whom they wanted him to be. These two sides did not always co-exist peacefully, but the tiger did not mind. He had duties to fulfil and the occasional masquerade to stage for the benefit of the greater good, and he did it for he was raised to it, and he did it with all the energy appropriate.

Right now, his energies were low and held back while he willed himself to enjoy the slumber and the do nothing of the rest, of the slightly musky bed that had many warm sheets and blankets to keep any chills away during the night. The smooth cloth felt wonderful against his own pelts, slightly messed in places from his natural movements during the night. His morning bathing and grooming would make him completely presentable, and sometimes even the order-loving tiger didn't mind a little bit of disarray upon his person, because getting back into the most agreeable shape was always very much a pleasure with the assured assistance of an eagerly purring panther armed with a fine ivory comb and a soft brush. The said toiletries were arranged on a dressing table nearby, holding other gentlemanly assets as well, but they were not yet the concern of Narjen who more gladly simply embraced the peace and quiet offered by the early hour and the willing company of the handsome, softly snuffling male asleep in their bed.

Narjen yawned again, tilting his head and really breathing in deeply, exposing his teeth for the air briefly, his ears falling back and his eyes closing naturally in the brief gesture before his head was allowed to fall down to the warm pillow again. This time his eyes found themselves joined by another pair, a green double light in the dim light of the bedchamber. The light disappeared for a brief moment, only to return, and remain now, and there was a sound, a low, deep rumble, almost a purr, followed by a snuffle. A gentle warmth touched Narjen's nosepad and he felt it wrinkle automatically, and he too snuffled, and blinked, and kept watching the green light now visible. His smile broadened instantly upon recognition, of the source of intelligence and character displayed now in the double pinpoints of green in a sea of blackness.

"Morning already?" a low, purring tenor of a voice spoke from the darkness, making the furs on the back of Narjen's prickle pleasantly.

The tiger simply smiled, leaned marginally closer, and spoke, his tail flicking happily against his calves now that he was properly in the presence of the panther watching him now with curious, if sleepy, eyes full of spirit even so soon after awakening.

"Yes, in a little while, I think," Narjen spoke, his own voice low and rumbling, coming from his broad chest more than his throat like the panther's did.

Alkyr, the panther, breathed deeply, sampling the air filled with familiar scents and promises of the new day, before he gave his verdict on the matter. He tilted his head so as to free the ear that he had held between his head and his palm, the softly furred paw still remaining where it was on its position upon his cheek.

"An hour until the great bell tolls," Alkyr declared softly, non-descript emotion in his voice while he spoke.

"It shall toll fourteen times, to mark the day," the tiger replied, still smiling as he did the quick mental calculation to figure out which day of the month they were preparing to welcome with their morning service soon enough.

The panther chuckled gently, making a rasping, throaty sound that was more like a purr than a ringing burst of laughter, nonetheless, a sound that put good mirth into the tiger's spirits whenever it was shared by the panther.

"Always a good day, fourteenth. I always much preferred it to the thirteenth," the panther mused.

He rolled slowly onto his back, letting himself settle easily and rest his paws onto his sides. He placed his head comfortably onto the pillow, no longer using his paw for the purpose, and his tail slipped out from underneath the sheet and flopped against the side of the bed, feeling its solid wooden frame during the soft little smack that signalled the meeting of tail and finely lacquered surface. The black, smooth tail flicked upon the sudden impact but remained where it was, content with its hanging position while the panther let a smooth roll take through his body. He was stretching but only mildly, enjoying the feeling muscles being tensed and relaxed in a series ranging from his ankles and ending with the powerful shoulders now pressed against the mattress with the slight curvature of his spine. He relaxed soon enough and simply laid flat, eyes fixed into the panelled ceiling of the comfortable bedchamber they shared. His yawn was good-hearted and full, showing many pearly white teeth for the unhurried moment it lasted, as well as his tongue, dark pink between his teeth for a while as he fully flexed his powerful jaw before relaxing again, breathing deeply and making his chest rise with the flow of air.

The soft sheet had fallen down a little, no longer coming up to the level of his armpits. Now there was more of him exposed for the tiger's hungry eyes, the top edges of the two halves of his chest, solid and muscled under the soft and nuzzleable cover of fur that was as fine there as it was anywhere upon the panther's body. His broad shoulders tapered down to his sides, only to flare at his hips where the strength of his legs originated from, gathered into coils of firm muscle still hidden from the sight, though.

Narjen watched and smiled from his own propped-up posture, flicking an ear in approval and a display of his good spirit in general. The panther was smiling, and that was more than enough to invite his own upon his thin feline lips, displayed a hint of white between them. The tiger's own smile broadened.

"And what do you think about the fifteenth?" Narjen smirked, flicking his tail up under the sheet so that its whole length rested against his propped thigh, snaking up along the length of his long, muscled leg until the coil of striped strength was comfortably nestled upon the tiger's body.

The panther titled his head incrementally to better share eyes with the tiger and flicked an ear of amusement in a way of an initial response to the cheeky comment.

"The fifteenth falls on the Gratitude Day, I shall be very grateful indeed," Alkyr smiled, the corners of his maw rising high with his expression of pleasure while he kept gazing at the warm, almost golden eyes of the tiger who was holding his eyes intently.

Narjen smiled and flicked his own tall ear in agreement, enjoying the peaceful discourse between him and the resting panther close to him in everything but touch for now.

"I shall be thanking for many things as well, Alkyr," the tiger smiled, purring out his panther's name at the end of his sentence and letting his voice fall into an even deeper register than it usually did when he spoke with the panther.

"I...I am grateful for that, too," Alkyr replied after a moment, his words punctuated by the soft shuffle of his fingers against the smooth, thin fur of his muzzle that he was currently rubbing with his fingerpads to ease an odd itch that had suddenly appeared.

Narjen had an urge to lend a paw to relief that itch, a natural reaction that called of the deep instinct of wishing to groom the pelts of those one held close to his heart, but the very sight of the gentle catlike gesture was more than enough to maintain the smile on his face. It was a relaxed sight, an everyday sight, an intimate sight, in a sense, for it being something so simple and so openly in display when they were in close quarters as they were. His panther counterpart was already finished with his pleasurable act, too, and had replaced his paw on its relaxed position on his side, resting as a blotch of black against the soft white of the sheet that was the only thing preserving his body from being in open display for the tiger's eager eyes. The fact that it was hidden only fuelled his curiosity, and he was not ashamed to linger there even now, again taking in every detail that was cherished, and wanted.

The panther yawned again, snuffled and huffed and let out a purr in a breath, and his tail made another little soft pat against the side of the bed while he seemed to be gathering his strength and his wits for whatever he had in mind to do next.

"Have you been up for long?" Alkyr's vibrant voice filled Narjen's ears again.

Narjen smiled and rubbed his own chin, as if the itch had migrated to his own skin from the panther's by the very channel of a look between the two felines.

"Only long enough to wonder at what you might be dreaming, and then you were here again, and no longer dreaming," Narjen explained with a smile as the very tips of his claws raked through the fuzzy furs of his jaw.

"I wish I could remember a dream" Alkyr smiled, still resting as he was, "must have been too tired to recall one...or perhaps I didn't have one at all..."

Narjen chuckled and tilted his head curiously, leaning slightly closer towards the panther so that he could speak in a whisper and to make the whiskers wobble upon the panther's muzzle with the very flow of air coming off his own maw.

"Perhaps we exhausted you...," the tiger smiled and nosed against the panther's ear, quickly, causing it to flick against his nose while the soft pressure fell upon the base of the said ear.

Alkyr breathed out, quietly, upon the feeling of the relative coolness of the bare press of skin against his furs, only amplified by the flick that made the sensitive inner surface of his agile ear to come into contact with the source of the feeling. The panther turned his head to the side, his cheek brushing into the soft panther-scented cloth until he lay flat again, looking into the tiger's eyes. He was already smiling.

"And didn't we tire you at all, Narjen?" the panther smirked, flicking his free ear lightly.

Narjen took the best opportunity given by his current posture and leaned closer again, meeting the panther eye to eye with only inches to spare between them while carefully holding his breath, not wanting to simply huff over the other male's face uninvited. His paw rested flat against the mattress, giving support for his upper body while he moved, taking a new position close to the panther's face, staying close while he spoke.

"Utterly...," the tiger whispered, his voice now barely a low husk that was felt as a tickle over the panther's lips and whiskers despite the big feline's best efforts to be careful near those sensitive places.

Alkyr's next breath came out as a purr, a bit sharper an exhalation than the tiger's earlier one, more than enough to cause the tiger to blink, and feel his entire face caressed by that soft flow of air coming from his panther's lips. The split second of distraction it offered was taken by the panther whom simply edged over the last remaining inch and pressed his lips over those of the tiger. He kept his own slightly open so that he could still purr and for a better feel, a more tangible contact between their two pairs of lips softly meeting in the first kiss of the morning. The tiger held his own lips still, his ears flicking happily as he felt the warmth of his mate's maw upon his own, their lips fitting together with carefully choreographed familiarity that was practically in the muscle memory of their beings, not of conscious doing. They both could simply concentrate on the feeling, on that light contact of bare skin between two males where such patches of skin was sparse. Every inch of that sensitive skin was now pressed against that of its counterpart, soft lips, the tiger's slightly thinner for the sake of his broader maw, but it did not matter, for the panther's met them lightly, and with just the right amount of moisture upon them to make for a soft, frictionless joining of their maws.

The first kiss was broken only for a breath, taken by both of them through their maws before they were together again, this time instigated by the tiger and his eager lips finding the panther's, newly coated with a soft layer of saliva to make for a more damp contact of skin on skin. Their chests rumbled with purrs coming from both large felines enjoying each other, and it was Alkyr who first lifted a paw and rested it comfortably on Narjen's neck. His fingers splayed, feeling the strength and the sinewy muscle packed even in such a location on the tiger's tall body, and he felt the tiger's heartbeat, too, newly hastened by the meeting of their bodies in the simple intercourse of the kiss. Narjen mimicked the gesture, finding his panther's shoulder to be an attractive place to hold onto while they shared scent and taste in the kiss that slowly travelled back and forth between their respective maws now locked in a kiss.

It was soft as much as it was passionate, nothing was held back while it was allowed to grow in warmth and intensity on its own pace. There was no hurry, nothing to remind them that they should not be doing this now, for there was time, and every moment was to be used without a trouble, for the sake of being together, finding the wonder that was your lover's body, now freely shared through a kiss. The purrs ebbed and flowed, becoming louder when their lips happened to not be pressed firmly together, punctuating the soft movement of lips and tongues against one another while the kiss continued and deepened, becoming more speaking of passion rather than mere affection and companionship. There was no winner to be pointed out for this little battle going on inside Narjen's maw at the moment, of their tongue pressing, prodding and rubbing together in a highly slick, erotic dance contained within the confines of their maws.

Warmth coursed through their bodies, filling their blood with need, tensing their muscles and causing their breaths to deepen and come in irregular intervals as allowed by the slow, natural rhythm of their kisses. Heat pooled into their bellies, signalled by the increase in the musk in the air, a result of their growing arousal. If they would have moved more fully against each other yet there would have been no doubt of the state they both were in, the sensations upon their bodies growing by the moment while their kisses became more hungry, more needful and less controlled. Low growls of pleasure added up to their purrs, making the flow of the air they both shared more erratic, leaving them feeling heady and slightly breathless not only with the musk that now permeated the air. It was not only for the very fact of the act they shared, lovemaking, or the very beginnings of it, now preparing to become a full display of burgeoning masculine desire.

Narjen was the one to act first, not even breaking the kiss for what he was about to do. His paws were strong and firm, slowly taking a hold of the more light male next to him, holding him close to himself while he moved, moved for them both to change their posture for one more suitable for their desire. The two males found themselves on their knees upon the firm mattress, their bodies entwined in an embrace of arms around each other's backs and waists, holding the body of the one they desired as close to themselves as it was possible. Narjen's tail looped behind him for a few moments, shucking away the remaining swathe of sheet before the appendage was free to coil around their bodies, making for another hold to share between their two bodies now intimate touching another in the firm embrace. Alkyr's own long tail mimicked the gesture soon enough, wrapping about them both with as much strength as that length of coiled muscle could offer, and it was more than enough to make the newly held tiger purr deeply into the needful kiss they still shared.

The panther's lips felt almost bruised now, softly swollen from the intensity of the kisses, not to mention the numerous suckles the tiger was adept at giving for his lover's unprotected lips. He would catch Alkyr's lower lip between his own and suckle on it the best he could, enjoying the rumbled purrs and gasps coming from his softly shaking lower. Then he would release the held lip and let both of them draw a dragged breath before it was Alkyr attacking his tiger's maw with his tongue. The slick muscle slipped easily between Narjen's lips and soon brushed against the soft inner surfaces of his maw, drawing over them raspily and eliciting low moans from both.

Their broad, heaving chests were equally firmly pressed together, creating smooth friction as their muscled bodies rubbed and moved in the natural, flowing motion that was their lovemaking. They were supported by their paws, in a constant shift of fingers tracing muscles and contours, touching and feeling familiar places, desired places that consisted of solid muscle and fur and simple desire to touch and to caress. Narjen held the panther of slightly less stature protectively against his own body, his paws splayed over the small of his back with the effect of pressing their bellies firmly together. This hold caused their firm needs to be similarly held, caught in a place of fuzzy furs and hard muscle holding their flesh well stroked with the continuous motion of their aroused bodies. Clear, sweet-smelling fluid leaked freely out of their straining members. It stained their belly furs with the amorous scent of rut that only complimented the general fragrant interminglement of the two large male's natural musk. It was mixed with a hint of soaps from last night, and the dew in the morning air, and the mint of the chewing sticks they had enjoyed to keep their teeth clean. Everything was becoming more and more sensual while their bodies were gripped in the unwavering embrace of two lovers intent on holding each other. Even their arousals were touching, if only minutely in their trapped position between their bellies, spiny flesh brushing equally firm, slick flesh and bringing ever the more heady groans from the two felines involved in this game of eroticism.

There was no sense of urgency despite the passion boiling in the blood and heart and soul of the two intimately embracing males, their desires sated with the simple contact of skin on skin, of fur on fur and of their lips, while greedy paws moved, taking in everything they wanted. Alkyr's were high up, stroking the edges of shoulder blades he felt under layers of striped fur and muscle, acting as the connecting place that was more than eager to receive the attentions of the panther who panted into his lover's maw. His own was invaded by the tiger's tongue, eagerly stroking Alkyr's own raspy tongue in an attempt to make him yield the control of the kiss for now. The taste of his lover's flesh was subtle for Alkyr, carried in the copious saliva that was making its way into his maw where it mixed with his own slickness. I was soon sampled by the tiger's tongue once Alkyr got the upper paw for one brief moment and pressed the wet invades down against the bottom of his maw, immersing them both in a cocktail of eager slickness, making them both breathless with each other's taste.

The tiger's nose was already full of male musk, and the taste of his lover was there to compliment it, letting all his senses become accustomed and attuned to the presence of the deeply purring male whose touch gave him immense pleasure. It was only increased by the slow rock of their hips, bringing better friction upon their mostly neglected flesh, coaxing more of the slickness associated to ease their motion. The added scent was just driving them onwards on their path to pleasure, filling both with a sense of desire, of need to be close to the body that was being held by warm arms and possessive tails.

Narjen's paws moved lower on his panther's back. He found the flare of those hips, of the strength that was displayed in the speed of his running and the grace of his movement, and stroked the well-formed muscles with purring pleasure. Alkyr replied in kind, rumbling against the tiger's lips while their possessive battle of tongues continued uninterrupted. The tiger felt the round, compact shape of the hips before his paws moved higher, only to land to the base of the panther's tail and its bony protrusion he soon pressed his fingertips against. The contact brought a gasp from the panther, eager and needing, and he pressed his hips more firmly to his tiger's belly. Slick dark furs stroked over the barbed head of the tiger's arousal, creating pleasure strong enough to nearly cause spots of light appear in his field of vision.

He stroked up and down at the base, where the panther's spine melded into the strong length of the tail currently wrapped around their bodies. He pushed and pulled lightly, creating interesting feelings in everything that was connected into those parts of the panther's body, making him purr appreciatively of his lover's actions. Alkyr's jaw fell slack, briefly, even. It made the plundering of his maw even easier than before for the tiger, but he was content to simply trade lighter kisses for now, while he explored a much liked part of his lover's body.

His big paws were quite large enough to cup considerable portions of both halves of Alkyr's backside. The muscles he felt under his fingers were firm, round in all the right places and covered with a smattering of soft fur that only worked to compliment their shape. His fingertips gently pressed into the flesh of the panther's rear, making the firm muscle tense and become delightful under his touch, perfectly supple and attractive in inviting Narjen's attentions upon that part of his lover. He caressed the panther's rear slowly, edging his fingertips nearer to the crevice between the two halves of muscle and even pulling on them lightly to heighten the feeling of what he was doing, also bringing their bodies into an ever intensifying contact when their flesh was teased, aimlessly for now.

"Ahhh....Narjen...," Alkyr's head fell backwards as he felt fingers pull on his rear, creating more tension than before, making him press back into the touch to intensify it further by assisting the tiger in his task of giving both of them pleasure.

The roughly breathing tiger watched his lover's pleasure-slackened face, purring deeply at the sight of his half-lidded ears and his maw, slick with their mixed saliva, the tip of the panther's tongue lolling between his teeth as if he had simply forgotten it there. His name rasped by the panther was only serving to arouse him more, to light his fires up to an even brighter a burn of passion, as indicated by his ardour and need for his counterpart. Their bodies fit together warmly, from knee to chest, every inch of fur and skin between those two points pressed into another in the most intense embrace they knew. Alkyr's paws still held onto the tiger's body, high up to feel the tension built up in his heavy shoulders, caressing expanses of muscle held under luxurious pelt of thick fur, now happily messed and ruffled by their lovemaking, the same way it had been put into disarray last night by the very same act. The tiger continued to caress the panther's backside, his paws flowing along smooth fur and muscle to find the backs of his thighs, as firm as the muscle above, perfectly complimenting the toned figure held in Narjen's mighty embrace.

"You feel good," Narjen rumbled, nipping on the panther's exposed lip and bringing a moan from the helpless creature he was holding in their heated grapple of passion. "So...solid..."

The tiger did not wait for a reply, rather more content to tip his head down and press his lips and teeth against Alkyr's bared neck. He purred, deeply, finding the softly rumbling expanse of the panther's throat and returning the gentle exclamation with his own. They purred in unison, Alkyr's paws clenching on his partner's back firmly when he felt the slickness and the heat of the hot tongue washing over his sensitive throat, only complimented by the light contact of teeth felt as pinpoints of pressure against skin. They were sharing scent as much as they shared heat, and Narjen found pride in his ability and allowance to put it there, where it belonged, upon the panther's warm skin and his messy furs, covering it with a slick, glistening layer of saliva carrying the tiger's most natural fragrance. His muscles were kneaded still by firm paws, holding the panther's hips to Narjen's with gentle pressure, to heighten their pleasure by keeping their flesh well stroked by the slow undulations of their bodies. They seemed too large and too powerful for such a subtle movement, but it was there, slow and burning, and slick, moist heat becoming in the space between their bellies.

It slowly became difficult to hold their balance in their kneeling posture. It was Alkyr who pushed them down, smoothly curling down onto the bed so that Narjen landed onto his back, bringing the tall, dark male down on top of him. Purrs exploded from their throats when their contact deepened, brought on by the weight of the panther spreading over Narjen's sprawled form. It served to drive their bodies more firmly against each other, and it was good fit as the tiger spread his knees and allowed the softly furred male to land between them for utter comfort, bringing their hips together. Slick heat and soft, rounded skin met with a flurry of gasps from those involved, waves of pleasure making their ways through their aroused bodies and filling their world with sensations that kept rendering them breathless. Their soft panting was only interrupted by purrs or gasps when flashed of pleasure passed as a result of more intense contact of bare, dusky flesh meeting in a slick stroke of curved, pulsing malehood. Neither feline lost to another in that particular aspect of male prowess, a fact that only served to heighten the myriad of erotic thoughts filling their minds amidst their heated pile of lovemaking felines down on the bed.

Alkyr's paws cupped his lover's neck firmly, claws pressing against the flesh to show his strength and his might while his maw devoured that of the tiger, pushing his tongue into the warmth of his muzzle and meeting Narjen's on in the continuation of the passionate play they had been involved in earlier. The tiger's paws explored his mate's back, taking particular attention to the base of the tail. He would cup it with a single palm and squeeze the muscular protrusion, finding that it caused eager purrs to fall from his lover's lips and into his own while their tongues battled savagely for the control of the kiss and the rights to deposit more saliva and more scent and taste into the muzzle of the feline losing the combat....for the moment.

Narjen's own striped tail was still safely coiled around his panther's legs, holding him with his tail as much as he was doing with his paws and his lips, not planning to let go until he simply had to. Before that unhappy moment would come, though, there were pleasures to be had. The heat in them was growing by the moment, with every touch, every passing kiss, and every rocking motion of their tightly held hips, each conductive of bringing more pleasures of the flesh with the sensual friction created by the hot, exclusive contact of bare feline skin on skin. It was aided by the presence of the natural implements of the several circles of spines surrounding the slick tips of their respective malehoods buried into silky furs on each other's bellies. It was good, and it was beautiful, and hot, but it was not all they desired, and that was soon evident when Narjen's paws flowed along the panther's firm back and rested there, just below his arms.

The tiger's heated eyes met the panther's while he shared their gaze, holding him close and enjoying the feeling of the fellow male's leaping heart beating rapidly against his own heaving chest.

"Speak your desire when I can still think, Alkyr," Narjen whispered roughly, his words coming in a combination of a pant and a hiss brought along by a sharp and well-placed thrust from the panther's hips.

Alkyr's pleasure-lidded eyes gazed at him deeply, full of fire behind the green clearness that masked the full extent of his desire into softness. The panther swallowed audibly and leaned closer, so that his words were husked against Narjen's half-open lips, slowly and hotly.

"Make love to me, Narjen, like I did to you last eve and kept us groaning deep into the night," the panther murmured, pressing his hips against his tiger's again to make both of them sigh with delight.

Narjen purred and held his panther close, squeezing him firmly against himself with his strong arms.

"All the way, Alkyr?" the tiger teased, knowing that carefully chosen words were a powerful tool in eliciting extra desire in his partner.

Alkyr nipped on the tiger''s nearest ear, letting his teeth press against the soft flesh briefly before he released the newly flicked ear from his lips and simply gazed down to his tiger's eyes, a grin spreading on his lips and showing his teeth again while he husked words into his lover's ears.

"So that your...exclusive...body writhes in the pleasures only mine can give to you, Narjen...until we both need to bite down our maws to keep from shouting out...until we...ahhh...until we meld into one and spend ourselves...", Alkyr murmured in the huskiest voice he could muster, almost void of the usual nasal twang that came with his naturally high-pitched feline voice.

The tiger needed little coaxing to capture the panther's lips with his own into a deep kiss, biting Alkyr's lip between his own, and making both of them moan concurrently, while their bodies pressed firmly onto one another, seeking further contact that was so well promised. They kissed with vigour, letting their arousal grow to great heights, slowly stoked and teased, until their maws parted, and Narjen stared deeply into the panther's eyes, and a smile spread over his lips.

"Roll over."

Alkyr licked his lips.

"My favourite words, Narjen," the panther grinned, amused, by the lustful look in the tiger's eyes.

Narjen shifted back to sit on his haunches, displaying his aroused body fully to the still prone panther, who took a small moment to admire the sight of the heavily breathing striped cat, before he luxuriously got up and then positioned himself comfortably on his knees and elbows, and gave the tiger a long, lustrous look over his shoulder. He slung his head down and curved his back, his tail lolling off to the side to better highlight his dark-furred, round rear, for Narjen's visual amusement, and encouragement. Alkyr purred with pleasure as his muscles stretched and relaxed, while he got used to the posture and the psychological messages it brought to him. It was an erotic position, his body was put into this form, so that his lover could mate with him, and the knowledge was adding to the firmness of his own flesh.

Narjen breathed out deeply at the sight of his lover's presented backside and felt a twitch go through his flesh. No matter that he had mounted his lover only last night, he still felt an immediate urge to climb on top of him and breed deeply into him ,and claim that body as his to take and share pleasures with. His breaths quickened and his tail lashed from side to side, his ardour and nerves growing with the sight, and the purrs coursing from Alkyr's chest, and the encouraging smile he still gave, grinning happily.

"You know I'm ready, Narjen," Alkyr murmured, making sure that his tailtip was flicking right above his buttocks, to display their curves and point them out.

Narjen bit on his lip as he shuffled closer, on his knees, and grabbed the hips rather unceremoniously, causing a gasp to escape from the panther's lips.

"I need you," the tiger grunted, squeezing and kneading along the curved, firm flesh of that rear he lusted after, and he felt how the meaty halves trembled, with tension.

"Ahhh..." Alkyr purred, enjoying the treatment immensely, while he was touched and held.

His voice rose in pitch when he felt the tiger' breaths against his rear, followed by the pressure of teeth, and slickness of a tongue, as he realized that the tiger had leaned over and was now actually nibbling on his rear, giving firm love bites all over the expanse of skin and fur and muscle. His tail flailed from side to side, hitting Narjen's shoulders, but he was hardly affected, spurned, more like, while he enjoyed the muskiness of his lover, closely. It took very little time for him to seek out the crevice between the round halves of the panther's dark backside and run his tongue up the silky valley of flesh and fur, leading to the apex where he could still taste himself from last night, as well as a hint of a fragrant oil, at the spot of skin where they mated. Alkyr rumbled roughly at the sensation of the raspy flesh touching his opening in such an intimate way, moving over his quivering flesh and tasting it, making him squeeze down on himself, increasing the tension within himself. The warmth grew in his belly with each hot wash of breath along his backside, and with every stroke of the tiger's nimble, slick, tongue that dwelled against his muscled opening, spreading saliva and teasing the skin exclusively. The rough sounds filled the room, with purrs, rumbles and grunts escaping from both males while they stoked the fires of joy and pleasure with equal eagerness, not depending on the role they were to play in their latest erotic encounter.

"Ahhh...hmmmm..."

Narjen was spurned by the rough purrs and kept lapping over the soft, slick skin, gnawing his lips and maw between the panther's spread cheeks, to give him more pleasure and heat with every passing moment he spent under Alkyr's tail.

By the time Narjen sat up and breathed deeply, the air was reeking with sex and musk coming off the two males. The tiger rumbled deeply as he moved forward and unceremoniously pressed their bodies together, leaning over so that he was mounting the panther, their bodies moulding together with practiced ease. Heat flowed between them, from the moment Narjen's paws entwined with Alkyr's, cupping over them and holding him close, while his chest met Alkyr's back and he rumbled deeply, enjoying the sensation. Narjen's teeth caught the scruff of Alkyr's neck and held him, firmly, while their hips ground together, Alkyr's in movement as much as the tiger's, seeking further contact between their sensitive flesh. Narjen rumbled hotly against the soft furs as he felt his leaking shaft burrow between Alkyr's rump cheeks and stroke along the silky furs on its own accord. His hips tensed and pushed forward, naturally, driving himself forth, barbed flesh touching smooth skin and making both of them moan headily. Alkyr rumbled and pressed his hips backwards, seeking to provide his lover with entry into his body, and aiding them along in the road of pleasure they had embarked upon with such fervour.

The added pressure was all the coaxing Narjen needed to rock his hips back and forth, firmly, stroking his flesh against the panther's warm rump, spreading his leaking fluids everywhere his oozing tip touched, including upon the smooth skin he found, and with another jab of his hips, secured to himself.

"Ahhhmmmmmmrrrr..." Alkyr's voice drawled into a deep purr with the tiger's initial touch, and soon a sharp snarl from both of them signalled the fact that Narjen's flesh had easily slipped almost all the way into the welcoming warmth of the firm, stroking grip of Alkyr's backside.

"Hmmmmm..." Narjen breathed out with pleasure, pulsing sensations coursing through his stiff flesh and then into his body, throbbing through his veins and gathering inside him.

"Ahh..."

Narjen licked the sweaty patch of skin and fur on the back of his lover's neck and kept his hips still, momentarily, before he drew them back and then hilted himself within the depths of his lover's rear, so that his sac pressed against the smooth furs there. They moaned and Alkyr, his body quivering as it got used to the sensation of having his lover inside him, was already nearly panting. His own length trickled hot fluids over the sheets, often debauched like this when the cats mated, and this was no exception. Their tense bodies trembled together, Narjen mouthing over his mate's neck again, enjoying his scent, as he fought the urge to simply lose himself within his lover at the very moment. The twitch his length gave inside the panther told him that he could not wait, and with a deep rumble and a huff, the tiger began to move inside his partner.

Narjen drove himself into the panther with a quick pace, breeding through the tight grip of his mate's body, taking him like a lover took his mate, accompanied by the deep rumbles coming from them both. Alkyr's body was alive, not just within, but all over, itching under his skin, and his hips undulated against the incessant rocking motion of the tiger on top of him, responding to the mounting male's movements with his own. Sometimes it felt like he was escaping from the pounding hips belonging to his mate, sometimes running towards them, causing their bodies to meet with further impact, increasing the pressure provided by the spiny length driving back and forth through Alkyr's grip. He leaked copiously and his own shaft slapped his belly with each heavy drive upon his backside, mashed together over and over again with the tiger's eager rocking into his lover's body, grinding and moving at a quickening pace.

After a moment, Alkyr turned his head off to the side, to meet Narjen's eyes, half-lidded and lusty, his maw open in a snarl and a breath. Narjen missed not a beat in his body-rocking rhythm as he leaned forward and masked his lips to the panther's, slipping his tongue into the inviting maw to join them in a kiss, as much as their bodies were already connected by their hips. Their purrs vibrated through their muzzles and left them breathless, while Narjen did not let his pace falter.

They were cats, after all, and after such thorough preliminary phase to their eroticism, it did not take a long time for the tension to grow unbearable for both of them. Their bodies bucket together with fervour, driven by their lust, and soon to reach a peak of pleasure, that was suddenly upon them, signalled by the deepening of their lustful sounds, coming more ragged now.

As lovers, they did not need to speak during such a moment, instead, the connection they shared, between their bodies, their lips and reaching deep to their spirits, was culminated in the explosive heat that took them into hazy seconds spent in tensely gripping one another, snarling and moaning when their bodies tensed and glowed. Narjen put his heat within the panther, who in turn painted the air with his musk, marking himself as well with strokes of pearly white staining his furs.

The more languid heat of the afterglow burned brightly, however, and as they collapsed upon one another, and rolled over to their sides, still joined deeply together. Narjen's length pulsed rapidly within Alkyr's hot body, held close to his sweaty chest. They floated in a musky, warm cloud of pleasure and companionship, quite breathless, but alive, foremost and best, they were together, and they were alive. The only movement remaining was the soft, lapping action of Narjen's tongue, gently grooming his lover's lips, and tasting him, softly. The sun would soon tickle them up from their slumber, but for now, this was fine.

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