Mercenaries At The Inn
The Inn seemed to offer everything a weary traveller wants...drink, food, a bed, and company for cards...and then some!
"I win!"
"Fuck!"
"Shit!"
Turner gave one final look at his own cards and then threw them down onto the pile to on the table to signal his defeat as well, and let out a little rumble as he watched the spotted hands draw the small pile of coins on the center of the floor and towards the fur in question. The little leopard sure was grinning broadly now that he'd managed to win the hand and gotten a handsome amount of silver and copper from his co-travelers at the little corner table at the inn.
"Heheh, I win, yes?" the leopard seemed to be tempting his luck with the toothy smirk and the flicking ears, both gestures that didn't go down well on the tiger sitting opposite to him, named Turner, neither the two nameless and oddly shapeless canines who formed the rest of the gambling circle.
"Fucker," one of the canines, with floppy ears, growled and took a deep drag out of his meerschaum pipe and soon expelled another cloud of smoke into the thick air.
The coins kept on clattering.
"I win...yes..."
Turner glanced into the pewter mug sitting on the table near his resting paw and realized that the wine was already gone, with only a token drop remaining on the lip of the mug, as if to tease the tiger about what had once been contained within. His scowl was a brief one, intentionally so as well because he didn't want to unease the other furs on the table. The potential was certainly there if you considered that Turner was a tall, striped, well-muscled tiger in his prime, while the others seemed like travelling merchants at best. The one with the floppy ears and a pointed hat sure both looked and smelled the type.
"Anyone up for another round?" the floppy-eared pipe dog asked in a rough voice that Turner could smell even a couple of feet away.
"I'm done," the canine sitting opposite to him declared with a rap of his knuckles against the worn tabletop. "Finished."
The leopard was still counting his coins, and Turner knew that his own purse was by now well emptied, and with a big portion soon to be going to the leopard's pocket.
"Done," Turner grunted.
The leopard didn't seem to hear the question, and got a big puff of smoke from the hat doggie as a reward of sorts, which led into odd, strangulated snuffling sounds till interspaced with purrs.
"Fucking hell," the pudgy canine who had sat opposite to the pointy hated one muttered under his breath as he clumsily stood up from his seat and headed towards the bar still serving more wine and ale.
Turner didn't even bother to curse as he got up, stretched his arms a little to get the numbness brought along by wine from them, flicked his tail out in an expansive whip-like movement, and then let his careful eyes survey the smoky tavern once more before he decided that nothing good could come out of the evening for himself anymore. He'd lost his money, and he'd only be getting more once he and Wolf would be coming to the next town with the delivery. No more inns for him before that, no drinks, no food, and no games of chance for the tiger, he thought morosely.
No fun.
Turner stuffed one paw into his pocket and felt the shape of his emergency flick knife pressing against his palm, briefly, a comforting presence if ever while he navigated through the area populated by drunken tables and then climbed onto the stairs. The old oaken bars that supported them creaked under his weight, not a colossal cat by any means, but enough to rustle dust into the jug of ale on the table that was lowest of the lot and sat under the stairs.
He'd stayed in so many taverns and inns of his kind, he'd learned not to trust the old adage that said that if you want a good room, buy for an upstairs one. Turner had seen it proven false so many times that he'd rather only rent the room after seeing it with his own very eyes, after smelling the room for moisture and stink and possible rotting things and other unpleasantness, poking at the straw mattress and making sure that the roof wasn't leaking just over his bed. These maneuvers had served him and Wolf well over the two years or so they'd been travelling together, and even now, he thought, it, and a bit of gentle persuasion that involved two big tigers staring down at a little otter had paid them a nice enough a room which also had the advantage of standing near the kitchen fireplace. That would mean that the hot stones of the chimney would provide a bit of an added boost to the warmth only provided by their wools and the moth-eaten blankets commonplace and unavoidable in these kind of places.
Turner covered the steps two at a time, rounded the corner, and simply opened the door into the room he called his for the night.
The creak of the old wrought iron hinges brought first ears, then eyes on him, staring across the room and gleaming in the light of the only source of illumination in the room, a small wax candle burning on a holder above the wide bed. The eyes were bright and green, but what Turner noticed first was the scent, strongly canine, musky and potent. He could even taste it, briefly, before he cleared his throat with a rush of air from his longs, which followed a decision to not to breathe so heavily through his nose for now.
It was more difficult to tell himself not to hear so much, though, for the slippery sounds of meaty slapping echoed into his ears all too easily. Even if the German Shepherd girl bouncing on Wolf's lap had turned around to see who was intruding into the room of their fornication, Wolf's big paws still rested on the girl's hips and his own loins kept banging upwards into the heat offered by the canine's dripping cunt. Turner could tell, judging by the strong scent of female mixed with male musk, that Wolf had already given the girl some of his milk, but had decided to...keep going.
Guess he wanted the best for his silver, Turner thought, giving the girl a brief nod of recognition while his paw fumbled with the door to close it and block the noises of the inn away from the room.
Wolf drove his hips upwards and made the bed creak, and in turn, the canine girl let out a little squeal and threw her head back, ears flicking rapidly while her round ass bounced against the mercenary's hips. Each movement was surely driving the tiger's thick cock deep into her, tearing into her pussy with its alien barbs and filling her with sensations that were sure to make her regret her line of work, at least for this one particular night when big cats prowled.
"That's just my friend who's sleeping here."
Wolf's voice was strong and deep, and it brought the girl's eyes back towards him, rather than Turner, who still stood near the door for the moment, impassionately watching the mating take place only a few yards away, accompanied by further creaking of the bed. Wolf's long tail flicked against the footboard and made it thrum. The Sheppie's tail brushed against his thick, bare thighs, flexing under the strain of bouncing the girl on his lap.
Turner's ears flicked up and down when the girl spoke in a low, breathy voice void of passion, even of the feigned sort.
"Will he...hhh...join...?" the questioning tone was only enhanced by another particularly deep jab into her from the bucking tiger underneath her.
Wolf chuckled roughly.
"Just...hhh....nnhhh...ask him!" the tiger panted.
The girl's eyes turned back towards Turner, who remained standing where he was, tall, quiet, and staring. He shook his head.
"Don't have any silver for tonight. Sorry," he added.
The girl shrugged and turned her back to the tiger again.
Wolf laughed again.
"Nghhj...heheh...cards again?"
Turner walked over to the bed and simply sat down onto the side not currently being occupied by a quickly fucking couple, and began to remove his heavy leather boots.
"Yes," the tiger murmured, offering only the back of his head towards the squelching spectacle.
"Too...uhhh...bad!" Wolf replied empathically.
Turner placed his boots neatly by the backpack containing his gear, as well as the delivery, and then soon let his pants join there as well, as well as his neat shirt, so that once he was done undressing, and the bed was creaking even more, he was only clad in the long white undershirt that hung down over his thighs and covered his modesty, whenever he felt there was need for some. Right now, his swollen sheath made a noticeable bulge at the front, but his shaft was not yet poking out. Turner debated whether to give it a squeeze or not, but then opted out when he heard the canine girl ruff quietly.
Thus ready for the night, he swung his legs up onto the bed and laid down over the lumpy mattress and stretched himself out.
The rutting continued, and Turner, with his paws folded behind his neck, couldn't help but watch how the girl's tits kept bouncing with every rapid thrust into his cunt coming from the sprawled tiger thrusting up into her leaking depths. Her face expressed very little at the moment, and she seemed to be simply concentrated onto taking the big cock inside her with as little trouble as possible...which was quite the feat, considering what Wolf got hanging off his loins. The girl's thigh was blocking the view down there, but Turner had seen it happen often enough to know what it looked like to have that obscene thick shaft plowing into a hole. The smell alone was making Turner's own cock to grow hard, pushing out of its sheath and then curving against his belly, slowly, with the steady beat of his heart. The tiger rumbled at the sensation, and tried to relax.
Wolf's face was a mask of pleasure and lust, he was showing teeth and obviously sweating, and the musky reeking scent was very strong and easily filled Turner's nose as well, considering he was lying only a feet away from the horny male fucking the whore with all he got. The hot slurping and the creak of the bed were still making a steady rhythm for the moment, but the tiger knew, as a fellow cat, if nothing more, that there was never a long performance of the sort before it would simply be all over.
"Yeah...yeah...yeah..."
The panting started just before the token grunts and mutterings came, and only moments passed before Wolf's paws clasped onto the girl's round hips very hard and simply held her down while his cock jumped, swell and spat copious amounts of watery tiger seed into the Sheppie's juicy folds. She was breathing hard as well, likely from the exercise of being bounced on a dick, rather than breathtaking pleasure, Turner suspected, and simply kept looking at the ceiling while Wolf huffed and grunted and generally enjoyed his stint as the king of the female's body, for the blissful seconds his cum lasted.
The tiger's purrs and snarls slowly calmed down, and what really signaled the end of the mating was the moment when Wolf's paws fell to his sides and he simply relaxed, and let out a deep breath. Turner could see him lying there, breathing heavily and enjoying the afterglow, looking like the very picture of a content male.
The girl didn't seem to want to stay mounted for any longer than necessary, for soon she was leaning back and slipping herself off Wolf's engorged cock. Turner watched how each turgid, glistening inch revealed itself from within her soaked slit, accompanied by a trickle of her own fluids and the tiger's copious cum which both leaked over the fluffy furs of Wolf's groin. The tip eventually popped out and then slapped against the tiger's bed, and sprayed some more clear, musky fluids over the tiger's belly. Wolf simply grunted contently and laid still.
"Goodnight, master," the girl muttered before she was already on the floor, pushing the hems of her frock down to cover herself and her musky, trade.
Wolf muttered something under his breath and didn't speak a thing, and since the girl only gave him a look and went for the door, Turner knew that she had already been paid before the act, and nothing more remained her to be done but to leave the room and likely go back down to sell her wares to the next willing customer. It was relatively early yet, after all, but Turner and Wolf had a long way to cover tomorrow. They'd have to leave just at the crack of dawn, he knew. The time for mercenaries.
If only he hadn't had that erection now. Turner's prick rubbed against the rough cloth of his shirt and teased his barbs with every breath he took, and it was starting to make him leak too, a little, out of his spiny, pointed tip and onto his own belly furs and the shirt. Wolf simply kept on grunting and rumbling by him, laying almost spread eagled on his back, and sporting a wilting a erection throbbing over his belly. The candlelight might have been poor, but Turner could still see the curved length and its color very well nonetheless. The smell filled his nose again, almost unwillingly again, and caused the tiger to rumble deeply. His tail slapped against the footboard of the bed.
"She any good?" Turner muttered.
Wolf chucked and batted Turner's leg with his tail.
"Pretty good. Did her once like a dog and you caught my second time," the tiger replied in his raspy drawl. "Think I caught her either after a bath or before any other customers. Nice and fresh."
"Uh huh," Turner rumbled.
Wolf chuckled.
"Bet she'd enjoyed a ride on your prick too, Turnips," the tiger resorted to a nickname that brought an instant grimace onto Turner's muzzle.
He turned to look at the lazy cat and scowled a little, snorting in the direction of his face in a little bit of impoliteness that brought him another rumble and an elbow from the fellow tiger. Wolf's eyes were definitely twinkling.
"Shame about the coin huh?"
Turner flicked his ears sharply and shrugged, stretching his footpaws out again, even if the motion made his bulge even more obvious, and caused another rubbing over his sensitive, raw skin. He even had to bite his lip, briefly, to not to moan.
"Hmph."
Wolf chuckled.
"Heheh."
Wolf's paw was so swift that when it closed around Turner's clothed member, he barely had the mind to snarl out in surprise. The tiger chuckled and let his fingers remain as they were.
"You can bugger me if you like, if I can get a bit of yours too," Wolf muttered, leaning closer to Turner's ear. "You know they charge extra for that and I know I get yours for free."
The tiger's tongue slipped past his lips and licked the rim of Turner's ear.
Turner, the huge mercenary tiger, batted Wolf's paw away and got onto his knees with the same swiftness that had served him well in many an aggressive encounter on the road in the past, but which was now being put into use in much smaller quarters. He was quick to move onto his knees, on the bed that groaned when their two big bodies moved. His paws grabbed onto Wolf's side and rapidly manhandled the tiger onto his belly.
Turner crouched onto the foot of the bed and pushed his paws over Wold's hips to pull the growling, striped male's ass up towards his groin. The big, muscled rear was wide and firm, much bigger than the Sheppie girl's small, flabby rump. This was all muscle, and Turner even ran a paw over it a couple of times, just to feel it, while his other paw pushed under the hem of his shirt and gave his erection desperate tugs. He snarled as the motion pumped clear fluid onto his fingertips which he then spread over his length, followed by the hacking of spit onto a palm and the adding of that little watery substance onto the shaft of his pointed prick.
"Hmmph don't you keep me waiting," the tiger on his belly, chest down, ass up, muttered, and flicked his tail.
Turner grunted and grabbed the tail to pull it back and up to expose the cleft of the tiger's rear. The strong musky smell reached his nose when he leaned down and spat a couple of times, aiming for the spot he needed. The quick snorts from Wolf told him he had hit his target, and the sound made his cock pulse rapidly, and ooze some more, which would come useful very soon, Turner know, as he tugged the hem of his shirt between his teeth to keep it from falling down on his cock, and then used his newly freed paw to aim himself.
"Hmmph!"
He thrust, tail lashing out behind him, and his shaft pushed between the muscular ass cheeks of the tiger on his belly, and the barbs rubbed through the sweaty mess of furs before the spiny tip hit the little spot and made the captured tail jump.
The bare heat made both of them snarl, but that state couldn't last for long. Turner lifted his hips a little, aimed himself down, and then pushed his tip directly against the little spot of heat and pressed, putting his weight onto it as well.
"Shit...!!" Wolf gasped out.
Turner didn't listen. The tiger wanted to fuck, and he was going to breed Wolf's dry little buggerhole with determination and the passion of a rut long kept back, and there was no stopping as he pressed and pushed and forced his tip into the snarling cat. Once he felt that he was in for good, he grabbed onto the upturned hips and held onto the tight and kept going. His claws almost made marks onto Wolf's thighs as he pushed into the clenching heat, not caring for anything except the sensation of the body sucking him in.
It went on until his white-furred balls touched Wolf's newly drained pair, and that marked the full extent of penetration for Turner, experienced in all manners of buggery, and hardly a first timer with this particular rump either.
Turner watched the muscles ripple on Wolf's back as the tiger took the cock under his tail and tried to keep quiet about it. The clenching inside him told him that he'd been spread well open and taken, and now it was time to breed him as well, which soon happened with the eager slapping of Turner's hips against the offered rear. He snarled, grunted, and let his eyes wanted to the sight of his pink length sawing through the resistance, pulling back all the way to the pointy tip before all of it plunged back into the reluctant heat, only to soon emerge again, glistening with their juices.
The mercenary humped the tiger's hole for a good few moments, feeling the sweat sprout from his skin and cover him from head to toe as he bred into the other proud male with all of his might. His hips soon ached as if he had been running for miles now, but he kept on going, pumping and grinding their bodies together, all the while his paws kept a steady grip on the tense muscles on the sides of the rear he impaled on his personal spear with every deep, hard thrust into the hot puckered opening. The air in the room reeked, not only of the whore before, but of two males now, their own rutting and heat, stoked rapidly, and then, with a deep growl and a slam of his hips, expelled as well, into Wolf's raw, suddenly heated bowels.
Turner pulled out slowly and watched the trickle of white escape from Wolf's newly buggered hole and slip over his balls in a sight of his defeat, a moment before he collapsed onto his own haunches on the foot of the bed, panting and displaying his wet erection to the room. The tiger's cheeks felt flushed and the sight of the roughly fucked rump made his heart race again, but he knew that he couldn't take it again quite so quickly, yet.
Wolf seemed to have other plans, though, for soon his tail had dropped down and he was up on his knees on the bed, a renewed erection bobbing between his thick thighs. The strong scent rose from his prick and hit Turner's nose hard, and practically made the tiger salivate.
"My turn, Turnips," the tiger growled, paw falling over his erection to stroke it into maximum hardness. "Get up and face the wall. I'm tired of lying around and my tail is sore now."
Turner huffed and grudgingly got out of the bed, took the step he needed to reach the wooden wall, and placed his paws wide against its cool, moist surface. He made sure to align his footpaws similarly, and to push his hips back a little, to make things easier for both of them, all told.
Wolf stepped behind the tiger and the first thing Turner knew was the sound of Wolf spitting onto his palm, loudly.
"You know," the tiger snorted hotly, close to Turner's ear again around the time the big cat felt that thick prick dwell into the parting of his rear and make itself home, an inch away from his tailhole. "If you sold this, you'd make enough to play cards every night in every fucking inn in this country!"
Turner snorted and huffed when the pressure began, and so did the twinge of heat and pain as the slick tip bore into his flesh and spread him open.
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