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She was starting to falter. He watched her fall against the sand, this time it looked like her chin hit the ground rather hard. He cringed, and was grateful the sand wasn't packed hard in this part of the desert. It was slow going for the feline, and he felt it just about every time she slipped. Part of him wanted to help her, offer her his canteen of water, but he damn well knew he wasn't supposed to interfere with the locals, yet alone get into their religious business, which the female clearly was.

Her bright, white robes gave away that she was one of the many women who served in the desert-cities temples. She was a short, petite thing, and not as thin as the other women within the temples were, wide hips giving her a delightful hour-glass shape. But, that wasn't even the best part. The best part, in his pure opinion, was that this pristine white robe hung off just one of her shoulders, completely exposing one half of the woman's chest for his viewing pleasure, eyeing off the perfectly round paw full of her breast like the predator he was. Isiat had never really had a thing for plump women, but he was starting to re-think his own opinion on what a sexy female figure should look like...

"Oi, don't even think about it, shouldn't you be working?" Eyesah chuffed behind him, again, and this time, Isiat didn't even look up. "You know, and not ogling and interfering with the locals?" The Irish Fox almost chuckled it out, his tail flicking once to get rid of some of the accumulated sand.

"And remind me again of just how we're not interfering with the locals when every other week we're either shooting at, or getting shot at by said locals, and when the contract clearly outlines that our job is pretty much interfering with them." Isiat quizzed back, turning his head to the Irish Fox and setting his rifle down, the scope on which he had been using to... examine the woman.

"21st century mate, I hardly would count offering her some water as 'interfering'. If anything, they ought to give me a humanitarian award for it, complete with a fat bonus to go with it." The Keynari chuckled sarcastically, before he grabbed his canteen from under a mound of dirt where he'd buried it beside him to keep the hash sunlight off it. Eyesah's job wasn't to question Isiat, and the red fox was clearly done trying to reason with him by the way he rolled his eyes and turned away, fiddling with his own gun.

"I'mma go follow her for a little, see if maybe she wants some water, she looks like she could use it at the very least." Isiat spoke quickly, wandering away before he even waited for a proper response.

He made his way across the sands, pulling up the headwrap he left loosely around his neck, covering his scalp, ears and everything behind his cheeks in a fluid motion. He tied it off, only his face itself left visible.

"Excuse me, miss?!" The Keynari shouted, waving a paw into the air, as if flagging the feline down, his tails flicking neatly behind himself, fanning at least a bit of warm air onto his back. He sniffed the air, just in case, because he would know if the female had any weapons on her-

He closed his eyes a moment, growling softly under his breath as the scent of raw sex hit his nose, mixed with the sweet scent of vanilla that he somehow knew was all the little feline's. He'd never known a female's heat to hit with such potency before, and he'd had a few women right after they had passed through their 'needing period', because fucking a woman who was in the middle of their heat was a stupid idea, really... But the sweet scent swimming about in his head was making him forget just why mating a female in such need was so wrong...

The feline turned, locking eyes with the vulpine for the longest moment, until with a start, she bolted, her previous stumbling, slow pace gone entirely as she took off at a sprint, like the Keynari that had addressed her had been waving something sharp and pointy at her.

"Wha... Wait! Hang on a minute, I just wanted to talk." He shouted, before taking off after her. Though she had the advantage, The feline's species apparently much more suited to being in the extreme heat of the desert. Isiat's species... not so much. Though when night fell, Isiat was more than comfortable sleeping outside.

"You know, when it gets dark, I'm not going to be the one freezing to death!" He shouted out, his pace slowing as he had to rest, catching his breath. He'd already chased her several hundred meters from where he had started, and the heat was very rapidly getting to him. He couldn't chase her down like this, but at the same time, he couldn't just let her sprint onwards until she passed out from exhaustion... Or at least, that's the reason he gave himself for going after her... He was frustrated that there was little he could do, and even more frustrated that her scent was slowly vanishing on the hot wind...

The direction she was running, she wouldn't be getting any closer to civilisation for a few days... It felt wrong to just let her run onwards like this, but he had to turn back. He'd fetch his car, and start looking for her once the sun began to set. In the desert, her body heat signature would stand out like the moon in the sky.

But between now and then, there was a lot of ground she could cover... He pulled out his compass, and made note of which direction the feline was running in. Assuming she kept going that way, it would reduce the time it would take to find her... It would be wrong of him now if he didn't try to find her. He couldn't let anyone, let alone such a beauty run into the desert only to starve or freeze or die of dehydration... There were more ways nature could kill you out here than there were in any battlefield.

He sighed, stealing one last glance at the feline as she ran into the distance, his eyes tracing up her figure. Well, maybe if he saved her, she would be a grateful rescuee. As he turned back to follow his tracks back the way her had came across the shallow dunes, he began to wonder just why she had been so startled. Why she had bolted the moment he had approached her. And just why she was the only temple priestess he had seen who had hair, yet alone the waist length sheet of hair the female had been sporting...

With these questions and more running through his mind, he made his way back to camp. With any luck Eyesah would help him search, rather than being a typical lazy ass.

As it turned out, Eyesah was a typical lazy ass. He was out of it in his ruck, apparently deciding to sleep out the heat rather than do his job during the daylight hours like he was supposed to. Despite numerous jabs from the Keynari's boot, Eyesah refused to rouse. He had only been gone, maybe, half an hour, and the red fox was out of it entirely. Isiat grumbled, before neatly stacking the mutt's kitbag over the side of his sleeping partners head. He still refused to rise. That fox could sleep through a hurricane if you let him.

So Isiat let him. Rather than detonating a Flash bang next to his face, and thereby both blinding and deafening his partner, the Keynari simply took the liberty of borrowing Eyesah's FLIR hand monitor, along with his extra ration pack, figuring that the feline could use the food as well.. He packed heavy, loading down kit with water and rations, as well as a sleeping bag, in case the feline needed one to stave off the near freezing nights of the Egyptian desert.

She didn't appear to be carrying anything, which made Isiat suspicious. One didn't just take off into the desert without adequate supplies, both food and otherwise. His tails flicked as he loaded his kit, the loud snoring of Eyesah the only other noise. Isiat shook his head. It was bad enough he got stuck here for the next few days with the Fox, let along having to put up with the bastards snoring too.

He closed the tent before hefting the ruck over his shoulders, making his way back over to his tent, setting everything down at the front of his own tent, and dropping down on his swag to rest.

He was out in a matter of moments, the Keynari's last thoughts of that Feline, trying to work out just what her story was, and worrying over if he was going to find her again, and if so, if he would find her in time... She sprinted like hell fire when she caught sight of him, but her slow, tired pace told him she'd been out there a long damned time...

When Isiat woke, the sun was just cresting the horizon, slowly sinking beneath the dunes in the distance. Everything was cast in a brilliant orange, the light quickly fading from the sky. Already, it was a deep purple in color, and rapidly darkening. The temperature had dropped quickly, and Isiat hefted up his kit, making his way across to the roll-bar framed Land Rover, tossing his gear in the back and dragging out the FLIR kit, raising it to his eyes. Now was the perfect time to go out, he had energy to spare now that he didn't feel like he was frying...

The world distorted, the sand a bright blue, the engine block of the 4x4 appearing as a yellow smudge. When he scanned the horizon with the large monocular like device, however, he saw no trace of the feline he had chased after earlier in the day...

Setting his compass, he turned over the engine, before rolling out of the small camp, heading along the dunes in the last direction that he had seen her running. She could have covered a lot of ground in the time he had spent asleep, or she may well have exhausted herself in the heat and fallen down somewhere. One way or another, the FLIR would pick her up.

At least, he certainly hoped it would, assuming she hadn't changed her course. He left the headlights dimmed, there wasn't any need for them just yet, nor would there be. It wasn't like he had a lot to avoid hitting out in the dunes, and going in the heading he was, that wouldn't change soon.

Though much to his surprise, it didn't take him nearly as long to find the feline as he thought it would. The sun hadn't even finished going beneath the horizon by the time he located the feline. As it turned out, he hadn't even needed the FLIR. He spotted her laying on the shaded side of a dune after merely fifteen minutes of looking. The large tailed feline was laying down, either asleep or unconscious, her paws beneath her head, her tail having left streaks and groves in the fine grained sand where it had been twitching involuntarily.

Stopping his car nearby on the side of the dune, he climbed out, grabbing the ruck he had packed, as he scrambled across the loose sand to where the feline had fallen. Her tail didn't so much as twitch, even though he made no attempt to be quiet when he approached her. He made the last few steps more cautiously, giving a soft call as he moved.

"H-Hello? Ma'am? Are you okay? I've got water, and food, you looked like you could use it... Are you okay?" he quizzed again, frowning as he picked up his pace, hurrying to her side. His concern that she might be dead already was completely overriding the arousal he had felt earlier when he first caught her scent. She wasn't moving at all, and until he got right to her side he couldn't even see the steady rise and fall of her chest, nor hear the raspy breath from her slightly parted muzzle.

He dropped to his knees beside her against his better instincts. He knew that the temple girls were trained in how to defend themselves from child hood, and that they often used surprise tactics, like, say, playing dead... But this was no game. He gently reached down, and with his paw, he carefully tipped her head back, and grimaced at her dry, cracked lips and tongue. He reached into his pocket and took out a small tin of salve, flicking it open with a claw, and gently settling her torso into his lap. He worked it over her lips, and even onto her dainty little nose, which had also split in the heat. She wouldn't be able to drink is she couldn't move her lips. The sun was going down now, and the heat of the day was rising away from the pair, which would make it a hell of a lot easier to bring her around. The cold air against her over heated skin was making the exposed flesh of her breast tighten up provocatively, and he had to remind himself over and over again that he wasn't a scum bag to keep himself from caressing the paw full...

Now that her lips weren't bleeding, he pressed the coldness of his canteen against her muzzle, intending to force it down her, and was surprised when she whimpered, tossing her head back and giving her legs a kick, the thick curtain of her hair spreading out over herself and his arms as she pulled her head away from him.

"Hey now- It's just water. You've had an accident, but if you get some water in you, you'll feel much better. Hey!" He snapped at her when her arm flailed out, swatting at the canteen in a panic, her eyes flying open and staring at him with horror, as if she had been caught by the person she was clearly fleeing. She spat at him in a raspy voice, hissing and cursing at the male in a tongue he understood as well as he understood Korean. Though by the way she almost spat the words, and the look of anger on her face, he figured he had got the gist of what she had said.

"It's water you stupid woman-" He was losing his temper now, how the hell did you speak to someone who didn't speak your fucking language? He let her pull away from him, the little female looking like she was going to flee, attempting to stand up, and promptly falling over with a painful sounding grunt and gasp, sliding down the sand dune she was clearly anxious to climb over.

She spun around and hissed at him in her native tongue, her unfocused eyes darting over him like she was assessing a threat. See, now this is what he got for trying to be a good Samaritan...

Angrily, he took the canteen and put it to his lips, taking a draw from it himself while she stared at him like an angry, frightened animal, her chest heaving with the effort it was taking to maintain the crouch she was in at the bottom of the sand dune. He felt another stab of pity, and another, more hot stab of arousal as her robe parted down her hip, exposing a lot of soft looking thigh to his gaze... he took another swallow, and held it out towards her at arm length. She didn't hiss this time, but lowered her ears in an anxious way.

"See?" He spoke slowly, trying to make himself understood. If he could drink from it, surely she could see it wasn't poisoned... "It's water... water! Good to drink!" He said loudly and slowly, and had a brief moment of amusement when she narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms, sitting in the sand with a huff. Clearly she did not think her lack of knowing his language made her stupid, and he had offended her by speaking to her like she was slow-witted. With a dry sounding growl, she snatched the water canteen from his paws and sniffed at the contents, her eyes never leaving his as she did so, clearly still very suspicious.

Then, with greedy pulls she emptied the contents of his water bottle, her shoulders relaxing. She didn't trust him in the slightest, but it was clear whoever he was, he wasn't sent from the temple. It had taken her days to get away from there, and avoiding the temples guard's and agents had kept her on a constant state of vigilance.

He dressed differently to the males she had seen. Most of them had worn the simply cloth robes of the temple, or leather armored garbs... And gold, always with the gold. They wore it like it made them worthy of anything. Like their clothes alone made them worth the notice of the gods they worshipped.

This man had no gold on him. His clothes seemed strangely patterned, tans and browns mixed in splotches all over it, like he was trying to hide himself in the sands. The only 'jewelry' he seemed to have on him at all was a pair of silver tags, dangling on a chain around his neck. Perhaps he was some kind of lesser noble?

The words he spoke though made little sense to Shadi, the feline merely folding her ears curiously, questioning him in her own foreign tongue, her eyes not as threatening, but still suspicious, as she drank from the water he had given her.

He was a strange creature, unlike any she had seen previously in the vast desert, his many tails flicking back and forth behind himself as he looked her over. She had seen other males use that look when gazing upon her as well, entranced by her beauty. She was a high priestess after all... or... was at least.

Once she had emptied the canteen, she looked at him with raised eyebrows, and it was clear to Isiat that she wanted more, but no question came out of her mouth. She was too proud to ask for help, even if she could take it when it was offered to her...

She handed him his water bottle back, curling the massive tail around her body in a protective way. Now that she had water in her, she looked much better. Clearly her breed took to the desert well if she recovered that quickly. She was looking at him with much curiosity, her head tilted and large eyes examining him under the desert moon. She asked him a question in her native language with a curious lilt, pointing to his chest and flicking her ears at him.

"I don't understand.... What is your name?" Isiat asked, frowning at the confusing language of the feline. He tried asking again in Arabic, and then in a few European tongues, but all ending in the same result, the feline shaking her head. In the end, he sighed, before pointing to himself. "Isiat." He said, before indicating to the feline, rolling his paw in a curious manner, as he raised an eyebrow.

She hesitated a moment, before pointing to herself. "Shadi." she spoke, before she pointed at the male. "Iss.... Eye... at?" She rolled the name around in her muzzle a moment, like a strange foreign food, like she were debating if to swallow it or spit it out.

He leaned down, reaching into his bag, and pulling out one of the many MRE's he had packed in there, offering it out to the feline as well. He made an eating motion with his paws, and the feline tilted her head, before biting down on the packet, pulling it back a moment later at the foul taste of the plastic. He quickly took it back, before tearing open the top, trying that one again.

Shadi dipped her finger in the contents, before bringing it back and licking it clean with a swipe of her tongue, the taste of artificial chicken and vegetables making her frown. She couldn't quite decide if she liked it or not. Her stomach rumbled a moment later, and the decision was made for her.

She tucked into the meal ravenously, pouring the contents into her maw and all but drinking the instant meal. She washed it down with water, before she paused, realising the vulpine was still watching her. She blushed with embarrassment, turning her head away, as she offered him the empty pouch and his canteen, thanking him in her own language, a soft smile crossing her lips.

He smiled in turn, not understanding the words, but getting the message she sent. She wasn't going to try kicking him down a dune again at least. He crammed the empty instant meal into a pocket on his backpack, clipping the canteen to his belt. It had been a good thing he had brought the extra rations with him, she had clearly been starving.

Shadi was still blushing. It was hardly the way she had been taught to eat her meals at the temple, nor the way she was used to them. Normally, the guards had brought her feasts lined upon silver platters of fresh fruits and cooked meats, and goblets of wine to accompany it. She had been taught to eat delicately, polity, and slowly. She had destroyed the contents of the MRE in under a minute flat. Hunger could get even a princess to want nothing more than a scrap of bread and some water.

Her stomach rumbled in apparent joy, before she let out an involuntary, petite little belch, the feline quickly covering her muzzle, cheeks flushing red. Her ears folded back against her head, and she managed a quiet apology in her language, trying to hide her reddened nose beneath her paws.

Isiat simply chuckled, a vulpine grin crossing his features. His tails flicked back and forth behind him, and Shadi turned away even more when his eyes met hers, his ever charming grin plastered on his muzzle. Her eyes were more beautiful than even the largest gemstones that Isiat had held in his paws. One was Sage, like the color of a pine forest in spring, the other a muddy brown of earth, the bi-colored eyes hiding more about the feline in a single glimpse than a lifetime could reveal.

He studied her figure a little more after he had offered her a second MRE, the feline taking her time and apparently enjoying the instant meal. Her fur was tanned, the color of the dunes she had sat herself down on to eat, and her ears were like a Fenec's almost, large and coated in a fine, soft fur like silk. Her tail was easily the length of her body, the end of it covered in a large, fluffy section..

Her robe's were white, trimmed in a royal blue, gold hieroglyphics written around it's edges. It hung from her shoulder freely, though she had pulled it over her breasts to cover both of them, with a simple clip like pin of a golden alligator that held it to her fur. It was gathering dust around her feet, but otherwise, was nigh on immaculate, catching the last rays of golden sunlight before it dipped beneath the horizon, the light of the moon and stars shimmering off the felines silky smooth fur.

She looked like a goddess of old legends, bathed in moonlight, her beauty radiating like the sun the daylight, her eyes warm, yet clearly full of intellect, those bi-colored irises meeting his own ice blue ones. This time, it was he who looked away, like a child who had been caught staring at a treasure. His cheeks warmed, and an embarrassed smile crossed his lips, as he tilted back, his breath escaping him. He risked a glance, her tail length hair catching the rays of the moonlight only seeming to enhance her, her curvy figure, her wide hips, her fur glimmering like a fresh snowfall at first light.

His tails had slowed, as had his heart rate, his entire world seeming to slow, like that moment of perfect clarity would extend forever. His eyes met hers, neither of them shying away from the direct gazes, as each of them looked the other over. He had tried to find her to rescue her, and she had been fleeing, looking for a saviour. Almost like it wasn't a mere coincidence the pair had met this night.

When he reached out a paw to brush across her cheek, she shied back slightly, before relaxing into his touch, tilting her head and pressing it back against his paw, as he brushed his fingers over her smooth, soft fur. It felt warm to the touch, and like he was brushing his paw across a satin sheet that covered her entire body. She reached out in turn, lightly stroking his cheek with her digits.

The vulpine's fur was much rougher, but very well kept, like he had been through harshness to reach this point as unscathed as he was. It was smooth, yes, but felt more like the fur of the warriors who had guarded the temple. It was clear this male was a warrior too, and her eyes met his once more, like soft, warm globes that made his entire body seem to relax, even his tails having come to a rest against the dune.

His eyes were unlike any she had seen before, the ice-blue Irises seeming to draw her gaze like a ripple in an otherwise still pond of water. She had never seen blue eyes before, all of the temple's residents having brown or green eyes. He was clearly not from this place, she could tell that much. His clothing, his figure, his possessions, his eyes even were foreign to her. The one thing that was familiar was the way he touched her, how his paw stroked over her cheek in slow, soft brushes of his thumb, how he made her feel safe and secure, like she could rest easy knowing that no harm would come to her now that he was here.

The way he touched her was odd, but she had followed his lead, assuming it was some sort of custom of his people. She could see why a person would enjoy the soft touch on their cheek, but regardless, it was... very different for her. She came from a place where such affections were nigh on non-existent, with a females role but to serve the gods and the males, and later, to bear offspring for the good of the temple.

Hers had been a life of devotion to their ways, the ways of generations that had came before her, and the ways of those who had taught her everything she had known until a few scarce days ago, when she had finally gathered the strength to leave. To do such a thing was to invite death. The desert was vast, and the unprepared met quick fates out here at the hands of the elements.

Fortunately, the vulpine was very much prepared, and in fact, seemed prepared for two. He had scared her when she had first seen him, and she had exhausted herself, finally letting her tired body rest in the shade of the dunes, hungry, thirsty and alone. She was no long any of those things. Her belly was full, her thirst was quenched, and she never had felt in better company.

He still made her scared, but his intentions seemed pure, his smile genuine and warm over his muzzle. His paw on her cheek brushed her hair back behind her shoulders, his digits combing through it slowly, in long, gentle motions. It was like silk between his fingers, soft and smooth, like the rest of the felines fur. His free paw had moved to her side, resting upon her ribcage just beneath her arms, and he traced her outline like a sculptor working his masterpiece. To him, she was more worthy of note than even the Mona Lisa, her smile more mysterious, her body all the more gorgeous with every moment he looked over her, finding something new to admire.

His muzzle crept in slowly, inch by inch at first, like the moving of a shadow as the day went on, both of them having lost track of time a long while ago. The moon was high above them, casting it's light over the sands, and over the radiant feline before him. Her fur seemed to shift and shimmer in the glow of the bright moonlight, and her paws had found their way to his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles beneath the strange fabric he wore, just as his own paws had taken to tracing her broad hips.

She barely noticed when his paw at her side slipped beneath her robes, caressing the fur of her outer thigh, so lost in his eyes she was, just as he hardly noticed when her paws had slipped under his jacket, the feline combing over his fur with her soft, delicate paws. His nose was but a measure of millimetres from her own, and she was blushing furiously, her nose a vivid pink, as his cheeks were reddened beneath his soft black fur. His lips grazed over her own at first, just the faintest of touches between their skin, a gentle peck of sorts, the warmth of her lips meeting his, encouraging him onwards, before they met more forcefully, the vulpine's tongue caressing her lips. The parted as she yielded to him, allowing his tongue the freedom to explore her muzzle, as her own tongue brushed against the foreign invader in her maw.

She pushed him away softly after a long moment of their maws intimate embrace, shying back, her cheeks a vivid red as her nose was, and she smiled shyly. It had felt... nice. Natural... Like it had meant to be so... She watched his curious expression for a moment longer, before she reached one paw up to her shoulder, her ears folding back nervously, taking the alligator clasp between her digits.

She told him she wanted to pay him thanks for his kindness, for saving her, though he didn't understand, so instead, she leaned in, placing a brief, and soft kiss upon his nose, as the clasp fell undone, the robe slipping sideways from her shoulder slowly, as the silk like fabric glided from her skin..

It fell free slowly, her soft, warm fur beneath revealing her luscious, curvy figure as the silken garment slid from her skin like water over polished stones, revealing her silken fur to the crisp air, the moonlight catching off the individual strands and shining like diamonds. Despite her ordeal in getting this far, her fur was still smooth as ever, and caught the light from the moon, making it shine brilliantly.

She was radiant to behold, truly a beauty, hidden out here in the rolling dunes, away from the prying eyes of civilisation. Her hair fell down along the length of her spine as her bare body was beholden to the Keynari, her perfect pawful's of soft, round breast, her curves with her soft, silken fur, her body revealed without reserve to this male who had saved her life, no doubt.

Despite her former reservations about him, as it stood, he was worth of her grace, showing himself a gentleman by coming after her after she had fled, and even after she had struck out at him. He had still offered her food and drink that she needed to survive, and she was showing her appreciation in the only way that she had... She had no trinkets, no gold with her... But she did have her body... And he was awfully handsome, as males went, even for a soldier.

His jaw hung agape slightly as he watched the feline slowly let the fabric drift off her body, his eyes drinking the sight in like a fine wine, taking in every subtle detail as it was revealed to him, the feline laying herself down atop the robes like a blanket set against the sand, revealing herself unto the male with a soft smile of gratitude upon her muzzle, resting up on her elbows, her nipples taut and erect from the cold.

She reached a paw up, becoming him forwards, and he was more than a little eager to comply. Hesitantly, he reached a paw out towards her chest, and stopped just shy of her skin. She took his paw in her own, and carefully placed it upon her breast, his soft leathery paw pads caressing the taut nub of flesh, drawing a quiet, breathy gasp from the feline... To do such things while she had been in the temple was forbidden, and as such, it was as a secret pleasure for the feline, who pushed her chest out into his paws touch.

Gaining confidence in the felines submission to him, he caught the soft words passing her lips as he closed his eyes, the tone and the way she tilted her head back making the translation clear enough for him. Softly, with delicate touches, his paws roamed he felines ample breasts, massaging them and teasing over her nipples with the soft, leathery pads of his palms, each contact making the feline inhale sharply, almost silent groans of pleasure escaping her maw with each soft caress of his skilled paws.

A quiet rumble escaping his maw, the vulpine's eyes roamed freely over the feline who was so willingly submitting her body to him for his pleasure. Her tail brushed softly across the dunes, moving the sand about as it did, her luscious body revealed before the male, fur glimmering in the moonlight. She gasped softly when he leaned his muzzle in, and removed one of his paws, his lips replacing the sensation of his paw pads with that of the warmth of his muzzle, fighting away to cold bite of the night with long, lavishing strokes of his tongue over the perky nub at the peak of her breasts.

She gasped out softly, biting her lower lip as the males tongue stroked and lapped at her sensitive breasts, that wicked tongue drawing all sorts of breathy gasps and moans from her lips. She knew that for her previous role, anything of the sorts like this would have had her exiled, but now that she had chosen to exile herself... It seemed only fair that she discovered what the priests had been keeping from all the temple girls. Though why they would have kept such bliss from them for so long...

All she knew is that she was glad she had left now, the little feline giving a soft, pleasured moan as his lips sealed around the stiffened nub of flesh, and he suckled firmly upon her breast, causing her to arch her back into the males maw as he pleased her in ways she had never known before, the tight slit between her thighs growing warm and damp rapidly, like it had when she had come into heat in past. Her entire body felt warm against his touch, and his tongue lavished over her breast with long, smooth strokes, the slick muscle bringing her pleasures untold.

She let out a sharp breath as he switched from one breast to the other, between her legs growing damp as she squirmed lightly, wriggling her balance from paw to paw as one of the vulpine's paws stroked along her soft curves, moving across her soft fur and her body like a sculptor, tracing her broad hips and succulent curves with a low rumble building in his throat. He swirled his tongue around the firm bud of her nipple as his paw ran down the outside of her thigh, forcing a long, lewd moan from the feline, who had been managing to control her volume up until then. It's not like anyone else was close enough to hear them anyway.

She let herself relax into the males attentions, a low, rumbling purr starting up in her chest, as the male reached one paw behind her back, carefully easing her down onto her back, never once parting his tongue from her breast, his lips sealed around the firm nub of flesh, his tongue flickering over it's tip in short, rapid strokes, each time making her gasp out sharply as lavished her body beneath his pleasurable attentions.

She felt warm. Warmer than she had ever felt before, her slit moist with her pleasure, her body instinctively pressing her chest up into his devious tongue and muzzle, wrapped so firmly about the nub of her breast. A soft rumble escaped his maw, before he slowly pulled himself away from her luscious mounds, a sly sort of vulpine grin on his muzzle...

"You haven't done this before, have you?" He quizzed, which drew a confused sort of mewling noise from the feline, who's paws were already at her breasts, rubbing and kneading the soft flesh, trying to bring back that feeling that he had been giving her. She didn't understand him, so he tried making vague gestures indicating if she had done this before to her. The feline cocked her head, before shaking it back and forth, speaking some breathy words in her own language, as she laid her head back against the rope, her paw's small, but nimble fingers caressing her soft breasts.

Isiat let out a murmur... He'd have to make it something for her to remember then... Placing a kiss upon her belly, the feline lightly grabbed one of his ears, attempting to tug his muzzle back up to her breasts, whining softly when he kept trailing his kisses down over her stomach, despite her tugs on his ear in protest. He looped his soft pecks around her belly button, a broad smirk on his muzzle. He slowly made his way down, his paws gently spreading her thighs apart, as he shifted himself until he was between her legs, his paws resting upon her legs as he crept his muzzle towards the felines virgin treasures.

At the first brush of the vulpine's cool nose against the felines hot netherlips, she released his ear, a long gasp escaping her as her paws clawed at the sand, gouging a few small holes in the since discarded robe beneath her, as she reflexively tried to cling onto something. The pleasure even that faint touch gave her was on another level entirely, unlike anything she had ever felt, even during her heats. She hadn't known that such feelings could come from even the lightest contact to her most sacred of regions, the males muzzle but a centimetre from her.

His tongue snaked out slowly, before in a long, smooth lap, he sampled her previously untouched wares, and, finding the taste much to his liking, he wasted no time tucking in to her, his tongue dragging out in long, full strokes, the slick muscle making circuits from the bottom of her slit to the small, sensitive nub at the tip with each pass. At the first contact of anything to her clit, Shadi let out a sharp squeak, her hips pressing into the vulpine's maw, his tongue disappearing into her body as he gave a deep lap of her insides. Shadi damned near came right then and there, the unfamiliar feelings of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her small body.

The second contact did it, and with a cry of pleasure, her body shuddered and tightened around the vulpine's tongue, releasing the felines slick fem-cum over the end of the Keynari's maw, and he didn't let a drop of it go to waste, his tongue greedily slurping up the felines slick, sticky and sweet sex-fluids, growling out his enjoyment as she creamed for him like a good kitty. She wouldn't be forgetting it any time soon, that much was for sure.

His tongue didn't stop for a moment, and neither did the felines climax, her body shaking and her tail thumping against the ground as she all but held the Fox's head into her nethers, his tongue writing and dragging across her inner walls as she groaned loudly, sucking in a deep breath with a gasp, before she came again with a loud roar of pleasure, the felines orgasms tumbling over her small, inexperienced frame. What her body was doing was entirely new to her, and the peak was the highest she had ever been.

His tongue cleaned her body more than just thoroughly, catching every drop of her sweet honey on his tongue or on his muzzle, the fur around his lips quickly matting into spikes from the vigorous way he ate her snatch out, not even slowing when she climaxed a third time, one rolling after another for the hapless feline. He relented after she bucked her hips and squirmed away from his muzzle, just starting to come down from her fourth climax, the overstimulated feline panting and wriggling, her nerves overloaded with the fearsome rush of fresh sensations, each orgasm being more powerful than it's predecessor. She dropped down, back flat against her now wrinkled up robe, her tongue hanging from her muzzle as she tried to catch her breath, tried to stammer for him to let her rest for but a moment, her breathless words barely above a whisper.

Isiat on the other paw, was more than just raring to go, a more than blatantly obvious tent in his trousers. He reached down, undoing the fly and letting his glistening maroon shaft free into the night's crisp, cool air. He was shaped like a typical canine, long and smooth skinned, a glossy sheen coating his length from his sheath's natural lubricants. Though with just how wet the feline had become after climaxing over and over again, it wouldn't be like he needed it. He rumbled out softly, a low growl of dominance in his chest, his more primal instincts kicking in, as he crawled up over her panting body, aligning his tapered tip with the moist feline's honey-pot.

Shadi managed to gain control of herself enough by that point to know what came next, the feline almost involuntarily parting her legs further, giving the male unrestricted access to her now needy body. She was over-stimulated, still panting hard from her recent climaxes, and still breathless, when she realised what she was about to do. She was about to do the one thing her temple had commanded of her, to remain pure and chaste, to keep herself clean and untouched, to-

She grabbed his cock firmly in one paw, guiding it to her slit, the male's tip slipping into her warm depths with a lewd, slick noise. She was free of them now, and this would ensure that even if they did find her, they wouldn't force her back into the life she had been trapped in. She braced himself, as the vulpine gave a rough buck of his hips forwards, his length tearing through her maidenhood, and sinking in to the hilt.

She cried out at the sudden pain, reaching up and gripping the males shoulders tightly, gritting her teeth as she tried to suppress the pain that lanced up her spine. It almost sounded like the male had snarled at her as he had drove himself home, but he brushed one of his paws over her cheek, cooing softly to calm her...

His touch was soothing, and she relaxed quickly as the tender affections he laid upon her. Her body relaxed around his length, which felt like a iron bar within her. She could feel it throbbing with the beat of his heart, and he stretched her out unnaturally, the small felines body being made for a male of much smaller dimensions. Her body felt taut around his girth, but little did she know just how he would stretch her out soon...

She squeezed his shoulders again, her eyes meeting his as she nodded, the pain passing to a much more manageable level. Before he ever moved his hips though, he leaned in quickly, and pressed his lips to hers in a rough, passionate, lust filled kiss, his tongue forcing it's way past her lips to wrestle with her own, the slick muscles meeting with a deep sated desire. He slowly drew himself back, drawing out of her tight, warm and wet body until barely his tip remained inside of her. She tried to brace herself for when he began, but his kiss had caught her off guard. He drove himself to the hilt on the first thrust, and then back out again, his tip leaking slick preseed along the length of her canal, helping to smooth his path, to make it a little easier on the small female beneath him who had given herself so freely.

He was gentle at first, though the feline was never built to handle a canine within her depths, and she stretched lewdly to accommodate him, but accommodate she did. Tight like a vice and warm and wet like a sauna, the vulpine basked in the bliss that was being balls deep inside Shadi's gripping body. For Shadi, she merely grit her teeth and waited, hoping her body adjusted to the intruder soon, though the stretch for her wasn't all pain. She groaned in bliss whenever she felt his tip bottom out inside of her, reaching places she didn't know existed before, the slick, smooth length caressing her innermost walls with the most pleasured sensation she had ever felt. The pain was there, but the pleasure she was feeling overrode it in it's entirety.

Isiat let out a soft huff as he sank himself back into the feline, feeling her passage give way and expand as he forced himself into her. He couldn't claim her as roughly as he wanted to just yet, but her body would adapt to his size, one way or another. With a bitch this tight, there was no way that he wasn't going to give her his knot, regardless of if she wanted it. His paws had moved, pinning her shoulders down against her robe, as he began to pick up his pace, the vulpine's hips moving back and forth with slick, deep thrusts, his entire length disappearing into the feline's tight snatch until his sheath kissed up against her outer lips with lewd squelching motions.

Shadi, on the other paw, howled out, bucking her hips back against the male who had claimed her, who was dominating her, who's seed she was going to have planted in her. Shadi knew enough about reproduction to not be so ignorant as to the likely outcome of this, but she had known from the moment he had driven himself into her that he had no intentions of letting up until he was done. She gasped suddenly when the tip of his length inside of her nudged up against a second barrier deep within her love tunnel, the little feline seeming almost startled at the sudden contact.

So caught up in focus on this new wall inside of her that the vulpine was hammering up against, she almost failed to notice the growing bulb of flesh at the base of the male's length, that pressed up against her outer lips, the slick, lubricant coated girth of Isiat's knot stretching the poor feline beneath him out even further than the rest of his slick, kitty pricker was. He ground the bulb of flesh against the groaning female, slipping it's not yet fully expanded mass inside her slowly. It slipped in with a sudden, audible 'pop', before he moved to pull back.

He was stuck. So tight was the feline around him, that even the beginnings of his knot were enough to tie him to her. She yowled out at the sudden realisation of two things. One, the male's tip had pushed itself more than just snugly against the barrier of her cervix, the tip forcing the entryway to her womb open as his length disappeared inside of her, sinking in to her most sacred of places.

And two, that the bulb at the base of his shaft was growing slowly, stretching her already stretched lips out even wider to accommodate the male. She made a quiet protest in her own language, her ears folded back as she panted in short, ragged breaths of pleasure, but Isiat cut her of with a long, passionate kiss before she could finish, the males lips mashing up against hers, his tongue forcing it's way into her waiting muzzle, that she parted for him without hesitation. He gave one sharp buck of his hips to ensure he was lodged in the female nice and tight.

And then he began to Jack hammer, his hips moving like a blur, rocking back and forth in short, rapid strokes like a feral mutt tied to it's bitch, a low, rumbling growl escaping his maw as his lips parted from the felines, instead moving down to her shoulder and clamping his jaws carefully over it, his thrusts rocking the feline's body against the makeshift blanket that was her robe.

As his knot continued to grow, the Keynari's thrusts became shorter than they already were, but no less quick in their pace, the bulbous glad of flesh making the feline beneath him squirm and rock back against him, her pants coming out as soft little moans of pleasure every time the male dominating her shifted even slightly. There was no way that knot was coming out now, and it forced her tunnel to open wider than ever to accommodate his growing width. It was almost painful in the most delightful, filling way that she ever had or would experience, and her body clenched down tightly around the invader, as if unwilling to let it go.

His thrusting had stopped at some point she realised in a brief moment of clarity, and his hips gyrated against hers, just grinding and rolling his hips, working the length inside of her around, driving her higher with each new wave of pleasure that racked the felines over-stimulated nerves. She was so close, just that little bit more...

Little did the feline know, that Isiat was at almost the exact same point, his cock throbbing and twitching, leaking copious amounts of pre-seed into the felines womb, the small amount of his sperm inside that already beginning to hunt around her womb for her fertile eggs, getting a head start on the main waves that were to come...

He ground the thick bulb of his knot about inside her, while her moist snatch gripped the smooth flesh like a vice of her soft, gripping and milking flesh, the way her inner muscles worked, rippling and seeming like her heat-affected body was milking him for every last drop, and how she grinded back against his swollen length,as if trying to get even deeper, despite his furred sheath being mashed up against her outer lips already. He growled around her shoulder forcefully, bucking himself against her with vigour.

The little curvy feline grit her teeth as the male claiming her bit down harder on her shoulder, his sharp teeth just nicking her skin lightly, as he seemed to tense up above her. Shadi knew what was coming, what her heat craved from him, what could cool the fire in her belly. Her rocked her hips back against him with a deep, lustful groan, as she felt her fifth peak quickly approaching. The vulpine's bite had done the trick though, and from that moment, it was inevitable. When she came, she came hard, the felines hips rising from the ground the shove as much of his wonderful length inside her as she could, her entire body quivering with the ecstasy that raced over her body like a thousand lightning bolts of pleasure at once.

She felt the first wave of his seed spraying against the back of her womb, and it only brought her higher still, being able to feel this male pulsing and throbbing inside of her tight, shaking body, the Keynari's essence spraying against the back of her innermost sanctum in powerful shots like a hose, her insides coated with the naughty off-white seed like a bad paint job, as he came within her depths. Isiat panted and groaned around her shoulder, just as Shadi moaned and let out cries of pure bliss, the almost feral like rutting by far the greatest experience in her life to date. He collapsed atop of her, panting and groaning as he filled her with his potent seed, groaning with each throb of his length inside of the tight female, each time a fresh wave of the thick, creamy liquid pouring into her body, rapidly pooling at the bottom of her fertile womb.

A deep rumbling purr had started involuntarily in the felines chest, her small frame towered over by the vulpine laying atop her naked body. The both of them reeked of sex and sweat, The males scent coating the petite female, and her own sweet scent coating the panting male. His tails flicked slowly back and forth, dragging in the sand alongside the felines own, as the pair of them recovered from their respective highs. Isiat had never felt so much pleasure before, perhaps it was the fact that she was in the middle of her heat cycle, perhaps it was her virgin tightness, or perhaps it had been a combination of both.

Regardless of the reasons, better sex, the Keynari had not experienced in his life... His knot pulsed inside of her with his heartbeat, as he slowly released his grip on her shoulder, tenderly licking over the small bite marks left in her skin. Shadi's eyes met his briefly, a look of utter bliss and contentment written on her features. Isiat admittedly, had a similar look on his own muzzle, the vulpine leaning in the lightly brush his cheek against the felines own with a quiet, deeply satisfied rumble.

He reached up with one of his paws, slowly, softly stroking across her cheek as his lips met hers in a warm, passionate kiss, that neither of the pair seemed willing to break, both the fox and the feline laying atop her robe, basking under the moonlights glow, joined as one in the most intimate embrace two people could share.

It was the longest time before the pair of them finally separated, both from their kiss and at the hips, Isiat's knot finally shrunken down completely, allowing him to slip himself free of the feline's moist snatch, a small dribble of his seed matting along her inner thigh, before her body tightened up again, crossing her legs to keep the males gift buried deep inside her. She shivered slightly from the brisk, chilly air of the desert, that had been all but forgotten when she had been to busy to notice it.

He slid off to her side, before his tails flicked across them like a blanket, shielding her from the cold, and warming her quickly beneath the layers of warm, fluffy fur. She scooted across slightly, until her side was pressed up against the males, his paws neatly looping around her and pulling her closer. 'Just for the night.' he told himself. 'Just for this moment.'. The truth of it was far simpler. He had never felt this before, and neither had Shadi. She didn't speak English, and he didn't speak her language, and yet they felt closer to each other in that exact moment that anyone else they had ever been with.

He knew it couldn't last. But just for that one moment, he felt like he could spend an eternity trying to find something that came even remotely close to this. Shadi murmured something softly, rolling onto her side, her arms wrapping around a few of his tails, as if to cuddle them in her embrace.

Sighing contentedly into her ear, Isiat slowly took his jacket off, draping it over the feline beneath his tails, and pressing his chest against her back, holding her close, and taking in her scent with a long breath, as if to make sure he would remember it in future. He wanted to take her with him, by gods he did, but he knew he couldn't. To take her to the cities and civilisation that he knew would be to pull her entirely out of the world that she knew. It would be cruel almost to do that... He doubted she would last long in the world he knew.

So he let her rest against his chest, holding her close, unwilling to let go... He knew he would have to come morning. But just for that moment, he let himself relax, curling up against the female, with a soft, contented growl.

Just for that moment, he was truly content. He could have stayed there forever, and never wanted for anything again. Just himself and the petite, curvy and warm feline curled back against his chest. His paws wrapped tightly around her chest, one of his palms gently and tenderly rolling the felines breasts about in his grip, switching back and forth. Shadi seemed to be asleep, but she groaned quietly at his touch. Apparently, she was dreaming well...

He knew he couldn't stay like this, as much as he wanted to... Himself and Eyesah were leaving the country again, shifting out of rotation for the region, and for him to simply up and leave her was almost unthinkable for the vulpine. It wasn't in his nature to do something like that,and especially with his species genetics how they were, he would feel compelled to follow her wherever she went. It was an uncontrollable urge all males of his species had, to follow and protect the females they bred with, to keep them safe and taken care of while they reared their young.

Isiat could already feel the nagging urge in his head, and he pulled Shadi a little bit closer because of it... It was entirely possible she would have his cubs, his species genetics allowed for free cross species offspring, and that, combined with the highly aggressive nature of their seed had ensured the species survival as a race in their infancy. Even now those very same genetics were hard at work, as his sperm hunted out the felines eggs, oh so recently released from her heat.

Isiat murmured softly, a quiet sigh escaping his maw... He had to leave her, and if she woke up, he knew he wouldn't be able to... One look into those eyes and he wouldn't leave her side if he was threatened with death. No... As harsh as it was on both of them... He couldn't stay...

He carefully slid backwards, giving the felines cheek one final, soft kiss, his jacket covering her small frame, the ruck sack of food left just beside where he had taken her so roughly... So passionately... So-

No, he couldn't let himself get pulled back in. The instinct was strong, but not so much as to root him to the spot... He would find her one day, he promised himself that. What he had experienced... It would be torture to himself not to find her again, more so even than it was now trying to leave her...

He sighed as he made his way over to the land rover, parked a short ways away. He simply hoped that the engine turning over didn't wake her... Gods, he didn't want to leave, both because of how he felt and because of the protective instinct. He tore his eyes away from her peacefully sleeping form, tracing over her still nude figure, feeling his sheath filling out again as he eyed off the matted fur between her legs. He could still see some of his seed leaking from her swollen lips, and an involuntary rumble escaped his throat.

It really was such a shame he couldn't stay... In the end, neither of them understood the other, but yet.... they had understood each other in far more ways than just words. There had been that deeper connection between them, something on a much more core level, that words could not describe... He gripped the steering wheel tightly as he climbed in, promising himself to return and find her...

She would make it out of the desert, he had packed enough supplies in the ruck sack to ensure that... But how he would find her after she did make it out of the ever shifting dunes...

He cringed as the engine turned over loudly, sputtering to life. Shadi was still out like a light... He took one, long last look at the feline, before he turned the wheel, heading back the way he had came.

That moment would hound him for years to come... But he would find her. He had promised, after all.