Part One
We, my mate and I, were the first of our kind to set foot in this world. Hiding wasn't all that difficult seeing as how there were those willing to assist us in that fashion. Through these kind-hearted creatures we were, after three moons time, able to cross the mountain range known as the Andes. We, then, made our way deep into what is known as the Amazon Basin, into an area as yet unexplored. As we penetrated deeper into the forest, we came upon a village, with roughly thirty or forty individuals. They called themselves the Norion, they were a fair skinned group of Hyoomans, who made their home here. These Hyoomans, who were quite kind and generous, thought us to be the physical incarnations of the animal spirits. So for about one moon we had to convince them otherwise.
After about three more moons, they had begun to incorporate us into their family clans. Here is where we shined; they asked to assist with a special hunt. We were asked to bring them an adult Jaguar. The Jaguar, being the only creature in the forest known to hunt them, was revered as a symbol of power and knowledge, thus it was a great honor to be able to hunt such a formidable foe. We inquired as to why we given this hunt and not the young men of the village, the shaman Sharak, simply implied that we were truly new to the clan and needed to prove ourselves worthy. The next day we hunted.
Between the two of us we can bring any animal, I can track via scent and sound, and she through sight and sound. I stand about five foot two and weigh about 140 pounds, and yes, I am particularly light for my kind. Yet, that is where you are mistaken my claws are just as deadly as a heavier member of my breed. I am known to my mate as Kiryan, but the Norion have named me the Watcher. I have snow white fur with onyx black and slate grey stripes. My mate, I know her as Sara, is known to the Norion as Brea. She has jet-black fur with snow white and pearl stripes and eyes of liquid sapphire. She stands five foot five and weighs roughly 160 pounds, and she bigger than I am but that is why I fell in love with her on our very first hunt together.
We both about eighteen years of age when we met, our parents had thought we would be great together, boy were they right. Well, on our first hunt we took down three deer and the wild wolf that we had been tracking all day. Along with the wolf we had to take down a cougar, which we immediately buried deep enough so her flesh would not go to waste, we refuse to feast on the flesh of another feline even if we kill it. It was after we feasted on the raw flesh of the wolf that we had wild, passionate, steamy sex.
It was just Sara and I; we were gnawing on a femur, when our lips brushed against each other. The next thing we knew we were kissing and our paws were running up and down each other's forms. One of my paws was cupping her supple left breast and my right paw was searching for her more than certainly wet pussy. It found her clitoris and she came almost instantly at the touch. She came again when my mouth went to the spot where my paw was. Sara came twice more before hissing at me to penetrate her. Moments later my fully erect penis was slowly entering her wet, juicy pussy, making her moan loud enough to make the birds fly away screeching loudly. With each thrust of my pelvis, she moaned and groaned, some of the other large predators came stalking over, but at the sound of us going at it turned tail and ran. Howling and roaring they scurried with our roars of passion filling the forest, our families could hear us.
We lay in each other's arms; I am kissing her gently and stroking her smooth belly fur.
"Sara, I love you."
"And I love you Kiryan."
They fell into the deepest sleep ever, they awoke about an hour before dawn to discover the three deer they had felled the day before were still intact. As they walked back into their small town...
That was almost four years ago.
This hunt was a little different this time around; we were directly hunting a hunter, the Jaguar to be precise. In a matter of moments I caught the scent of a male and a female.
Sara, there are two up ahead, a male towards my left and a female towards my right. I suggest that we take the male, as the female is pregnant.
I agree, better to take him than to deny their breed to hunt and live here.
With that I began to coax the beast towards my mate, who in turn grapples the big cat and with her powerful jaws held his head still so I could deliver the fatal slash to his throat. We hung his now limp form from a tree and caught ourselves a fair sized buck, to feast upon. We were sitting side by side and it had begun once more to rain, both of us had grabbed the same rib and looking into each other's eyes we kissed my paws slowly working their way to her most sensitive region, her now fully excited clit, and with my cool, wet touch she came moaning louder than any creature could call out silencing the forest. Next, I brought my tongue to bear on her sweet wet pussy, then after she came twice more, I slowly put my cock in her pussy, I mean very slowly. She came twice before I had gone all the way in. we went at it till the rain subsided at sundown. Sara was resting with her head on my chest, she was gently stroking my belly fur as gently stroked the hair behind her ears. Moments later we were asleep.
A few hours later we were up and lowering our jaguar. Moments later we entered the village for the feast. When we arrived they were shocked to see us back so soon, normally it takes a few days to track one down then another to plan and then another to make the kill. We were back in less than one day. That night the feast began, several large deer, all bucks, as well as wild boar and many birds, of these we had our fill. The Jaguar, however, we did not part take of.
Little was I aware that because of the night before she was pregnant...
Three nights later, I am out hunting with Sara, when we hear a scream coming from one of women in the village. We rush in to see a Fur, either trying to kill or rape our young friend. He turns around saying "why aren't these Hyoomans dead yet... You're not my t..team..."
"No, we are the guardians of these Hyoomans. You must die for your transgressions." With that we lunged at him, Sara grappled him into a tiger suplex were upon hitting the floor his torso had been torn open. He stumbled to his clutching at his organs trying to keep them in when my claw slashed out nearly beheading him. Sara took him out side, while I attempted to calm her down. Just then I hard the most chilling cry of my life, it was Sara.