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Endor pushed the door open. It creaked in protest, and two startled maidens drew back, yelped, then ran in different directions. One tripped. The stripedpaws padded towards the helpless girl, tail flicking with deadly intent.

"Follow," Endor said. He slapped the feline's nose to get its attention. The cat pawed at him, growling a throaty protest. Endor's teeth clenched under all the primal emotions surging through him. Influences pulled and tugged at his mind, demanding attention. Why stay his blade? Why spare this sack of meat when he could kill them all?

No time, he thought with a shake of his head. Growling pent-up frustrations, Endor sprinted along the corridor's length. He looked ahead, trying to ignore any man or woman appearing before him, lest he provided the stripedpaws with even more bloody distractions.

Finally, the autumn gardens revealed themselves. Endor broke through the iron portcullis, elbowing the gate's attendant. His reaction came too late. The man dropped, hands to his neck, choking.

Pebbles replaced the cloth under Endor's feet, and the cold evening air chilled his sweat drenched skin. He pushed between living fences and leaped from one garden to the next until he found a path surrounded by blooming trees. A large fountain with a roaring cat that stalked at its base loomed ahead. No humans in sight.

Until the gate. There, two guards walked and pointed, abandoning their posts.

Endor caught his breath. Did they see him? The flowery decorations were thick enough to obstruct even the tallest of men. He squatted amidst the wild flowers, chewing on his lip, then ducked as one's gaze drifted towards him. He counted more than three men from the brief glimpse he got. Two were stationed at the base of the gate, while their companion held watch in one of the twin gate spires.

"Pssh," he whistled towards the cat. She sniffed here and there, marking with every opportunity. "Stripes!" Endor hissed. "C'mere."

The animal showed no sign of acknowledgement. Quite the contrary. She perked her ears, eyes fixing on the sky. Endor leaped, tumbling in a heap of armor and fur. Two blackbeaks shot from the branches, startled by the commotion. The cat shot on its legs, pawing at the birds.

Endor gripped its neck, forcing the animal to the ground. It hissed and trashed. Endor felt the warm kiss of claws puncturing the vestments of his arm. Accursed cat. He hit its nose, then swiped the paw with his other hand before rolling away.

"..something there."

"What?"

"Sounded like yer wife."

Laughter burst forth, too close for comfort. Endor dropped on his belly, parting the twigs of the surrounding fence. The guards were not even fifty steps away!

Endor dropped his plate. He focused fear, drawing as much as he could into the bond. It wasn't hard. His heart was already beating wildly in his chest. The feline crouched, hissing at an invisible threat.

Endor swallowed. Little moisture wet his throat. His armor fell, unstrapped by two agile hands. The sword quickly followed. After tidying his soiled garments as best he could, Endor emerged on the stone paved path.

"There!" a guard pointed.

"Halt!" the other shouted.

"Can't," Endor imitated a brisk-tongued merchant. "Cat's ill. Need herbs from th' forest."

"What cat?"

Endor pointed towards the distressed stripedpaws.

The two men frowned. "You're dressed fancy for a beast handler."

"Tis' a feast. Thust yer nose, not your eyes."

."That blood on your neck?"

"Not mine. One of th' cats-"

Their hands gripped unsheathed swords.

Endor spun on his feet. His palm flew, crashing into one guard's neck. The other swung an overhead slash. Endor sidestepped. A fist struck the man's chin. He drew back, spurting blood. Endor grabbed his wrist, then twisted. A scream followed, silence by a terse blow to the neck.

Both the man trashed on the ground, breathless. Their desperate demands were answered by the cold steel's embrace.

"Come," Endor said to his companion. They both ran and crouched behind bushes, making their way along the wall. The sentry sounded no warning. Good. Endor had his eyes on a smaller entrance with a bolted door. The service entrance. He threw the bolt aside, then pushed the door open.

A sea of commoners stretched before him. Endor cursed. They washed over him with the force of a raging sea, shouting and yelling. Endor pushed here and then, but he barely made progress. When the sword emerged from their hiding place, the peasants finally drew back.

"Make room, or I'll end you!"

They didn't listen until steel met flesh. Endor slashed here and there, working towards the edge of the crowd. The cat snarled and spat, pawing at everything that came too close to its bared fangs. Some men begged. Others cursed. And several pleaded.

"Just pass. Just pass."

Endor cared not for words. He made his way through the crowd until his eyes discerned more than rags and tattered men. When he finally broke from the crowd, Endor took upon alleys and less traveled paths. The gardens of the king's district gave way to the tight alleys of beggar's row. Endor stopped behind a squat building, back against cold, hardened mud.

He drew in several breaths, then forced his trembling legs into a full run. Exhausted as he was, Endor always made sure the feline followed him. Luckily, no guard crossed his path. Trading the slimy alleys for the dusty roads leading away from the city, Endor reached the royal forest before the sun set.

He dropped like a boulder, sword leaving his aching fingers. The crisp air filled his lungs and chilled his soaked garments. Endor forced his dried lips into a painful smile. Leaves rustled above him, clutched in a rich canopy. All around him, nature voiced its veiled thoughts through the chirping birds or the insects slithering below the fallen leaves.

He succeeded. Cat's dripping cunt, he actually succeeded.

And he was utterly spent. Hunger stung his stomach, and his mouth stood too dry to wet his stinging throat. The cat too rested, crimson tongue poking between twin canines with each breath.

"We need supplies," Endor unbuttoned his drenched attire, revealing his supple form. Though he was no warrior, Endor had a measure of muscle on his bones. He pulled himself against a tree, wiping his face on the inner coat. "Can't rest on empty bellies."

He sighed, His stash lay hidden deep into the forest. He prepared for everything except the sun's descent. The marked trees would lead him there, but how? Unlike a cat's, his eyes barely pieced the veil of darkness.

Endor frowned, his mind still alert with the thrill of the escape. Standing still felt wrong, no matter what his exhausted body said. It was foolishness.

Endor raised as soon as the fire reduced to a smolder within his legs. He circled the road closest to him, weary for any signs of patrols. The sun set, allowing its offspring to speckle and shine between the violet clouds. The king's men were easier to see at night. The oafs always carried a flame or lanterns.

None came. It was strange. Endor thought the feast would provide necessary distraction for poachers, yet no cart graced his eyes. He looked from one place to the other until a glimmer attracted his attention.

Endor squinted his eyes, but discerned only its position. It was situated past the forest's fringe, biting into the cluster of trees. He traced the specks of light to find a wooden cabin. Foresters usually made their homes here, where roads still existed. This modest establishment had even a pile of wood waiting under a lean-to, along with an old cart. Endor hid behind a tree to regain breath.

"Keep close," he told the cat. She stared back, pupils wide in the flickering light of the cabin. Endor reached towards its striped head. The creature revealed its teeth and pawed. Endor retreated just before the paw hit.

"Agh," he hissed. "Almost got me, you striped bastard." It became more wild and unpredictable as the bond's influence lessened. True bonds held greater strength, and those took time to build. Within the safety of the forest, Endor saw it fit to lessen his influence over the animal. Nobles had pets. What he desired was a companion and a soon-to-be mate.

The cabin's door burst open. A burly man of large beard and thick belly dropped his pants and peed two paces away from the door. He grumbled and laughed, splashing his liquid in arcs. The stripedpaws tensed, growling.

"Shae?"

The cat bolted.

"I'lieve I left yo' cunt in bed," the man chuckled as he pulled up his piss stained pants.

"Yes, leave," Endor said drily as the feline sought the refuge of the underbrush. "Shows how useful you are."

Endor remained in the shadows, hoping. The man turned his back, grumbling.

"Get him," he hissed. "Hunt."

The crickets and a whore's moan answered him.

Endor sprung from his hideout. The fat man turned around, clutching his belly and the metal protruding from it. Endor yanked his sword from the weeping guts and stepped inside.

A scream followed. He found her against the bed, knees pulled, breasts covered with a wolf's pelt.

"What have you- What have-" she started. Metal kissed her neck, turning words to gurgles and heaves.

Endor dragged the whore's corpse outside. The stripedpaws found the courage to approach the corpse. She sniffed at the blood, then cleaned it with a long stroke of tongue.

The whore's corpse rolled over next to her man. The cat growled at the disturbance.

"Have this too," Endor cut through the whore's chest, parting her from breast to cunt. The cat sniffed and licked, but that was as far as its interest went.

"Picky with your meat, eh? Linger, and see if you can acquire a new taste." Endor returned inside. He explored the rest of the cabin. Wood and black oil resided in the store room, along with dried meat and salted boar. Two barrels held water in their guts, and a smaller cask belched wine when uncorked.

"You stood well stocked, friend," Endor chuckled. "Expected more whores to feed your cock to?"

He opened a door. The faint smell of burning wood and the aroma of wine greeted him as he stepped inside. The main room had a large hearth, two rounded tables and more chairs than he cared to count. Endor snatched a wineskin, draining it in two gulps before he replaced it with a flagon of water. He poured a few mouthfuls, then spat on the floor, coughing in disgust. Whatever that slimy liquid was, it bore little resemblance to water.

Endor walked away from the table and looked around. Animal skins, a painting of a bored noble, deer horns, more boring trophies, and finally something of worth propped near the hearth. It was tall, metal cast, and reflected the fire's light. The weapon rack there hosted a different array of metal forged tools. Endor picked an axe, weighting it. A clumsy weapon better fit for cutting wood.

He threw his swords on the rack, not bothering to fit them. He was still hungry and thirsty. The larder supplied everything he needed. Meat, bread, and sour cheese found their way down his throat. The cat found its way near the table, licking a bloody paw. Endor looked at the corpses and scoffed. Few blood stains remained, and the meat remained untouched. Picky one, this feline.

"Isn't the taste fancy enough for your kind?"

The feline pushed its pink nose into the paw pads, nipping at the short fur. Her tail swished expectantly.

"Fine. I'll get you something better suited for your exquisite fangs."

Endor saw both of the corpses oiled, burned, and buried with twigs, leaves and whatever else he found. Unwanted attention was the least thing he wanted. After he finished his task, he went inside the storeroom and emerged with an armful of partially dried meat and a sack of fatty boar skin.

"Have this, then," he threw everything on the ground. The feline was definitely used to preserved meat. She gulped down the pieces one by one, barely taking its time to chew them. Endor crashed in a chair, goblet in hand. This cabin provided a perfect shelter. He had supplies, a roof over his head, and enough wood to last him the winter. It was nothing like living in the wilderness, where cold seeped into his bones every night.

He sighed. Temptation almost outweighed carefulness. Almost. The cabin was too close to the forest's fringe to worth the risk. Though he could kill several patrols, Endor knew this was no proper place to settle. He could handle a few, not a clutch of armored guards.

"We'll have to leave in the morning," Endor threw a piece of cheese on the ground. "A cabin is no proper den for a hunter."

He watched the feline, thoughtful. He would live in depths of wilderness, as he often thought. Trees offered a measure of protection, and the King's Rocks had an assortment of caves at their base.

"Yes," Endor picked the water skin. "You will like the forest better than this wooden cage."

When the feline finished feasting, Endor served it a bowl of water. The liquid received a vicious attack from the pink, barbed tongue.

"Those noble beggars have eyes only for themselves," Endor noted. Riverlands Stripedpaws were very large for cat standards. The one before Endor reached slightly past his waist. The cat had flaming fur streaked with uneven ebon strips shaped like tongues of flame. Its belly bore the color of sun in the morning, a very pale shade of gold. Muscular legs carried it around, and eyes the color of amber sparkled in the hearth's light every time the two held gazes.

After seating himself once more, Endor rested his chin on the bridge of his clutched fingers and stared. She was a beautiful cat. Fairer than any woman he saw at the old man's feast. This natural beauty needed neither dress nor fancy perfumes, and carried no prattling tongue.

Endor watched it with admiration as it cleaned itself. It started with the front paws, then the hind legs. It lifted the left one, pushing its nose under its tail, licking...

Endor blinked. His dark eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinting.

"Wha-" he coughed, saliva sticking inside his throat. The cat paused, licking its whiskers.

It had a...It was a...

Endor rose from his chair. Were his eyes deceiving him? He approached the feline. The tail came into view, long and sinuous. Endor crouched, eyes peeking between the feline's striped flanks. Two furred spheres and a small sheath hid just below the animal's tail.

"God's cursed offspring," Endor whispered. He bonded the wrong cat. A male! The stripedpaws licked its member, taunting the human with its insolence. A speck of pink emerged, dancing in the tongue's warm embrace. Three licks were enough. Glancing one last time, the feline dropped its head on the ground, growling softly.

Endor's jaw became tight. In his hurry, he- he had-

How could he-

"Damnation!" he snarled, stomping the wood below his feet. "What have I done? How could I?"

A warning growl ended his words. Jumping away, Endor ran a hand through his coarse hair. He couldn't go back. The guards knew. The whole palace would be locked tight, and the felines were too far out of reach.

"Damnation," he threw a goblet against the wall. "I'll have to make due with you now. You and your..." he pointed at its tail. "Spear tip." He tightened the bond, flaring submission, then threw himself at the feline. Paws gripped him almost instantly. He threw them aside, brushing the feline's silky fur. Teeth gripped his arm, applying too little pressure to hurt.

"Why you?" Endor gripped the cat's neck, touching his forehead to the feline's. The clear amber eyes held no trace of malice or savagery. They were tame, lacking the wildness Endor often saw in Sun's stare.

"You're not her. You're not...her..."

The cat snarled, giving the human a quick, annoyed lick. Endor drew back. Breathing became labored, and tears welled in his eyes. Why fault the feline for how it was born when the mistake was his? Solely his.

"Aplo-Apologies," Endor raised on his feet. "I shouldn't have. I-"

A cold nose touched his fingers, followed by a most rough tongue. Purring softly, the cat rubbed against its master. Endor pushed its head aside. "No. Not like this."

He looked around. Once his eyes found a door, he ran. The cat followed until the door slammed in its face. Claws scratched against wood, accompanied by growls of longing. Endor squatted, wiping teary eyes. Beastlords were not meant to abuse their bonds. Few things were more shameful than willing their animal companion into utter and complete submission.

"You deserve freedom. Complete freedom."

He walked away from the door, cleaning the bond of every influence. Only the basic bridge remained; a thread that could only be undone by death itself. Endor crashed into a smelly, furred and unkempt bed that stank of wine and whore and closed his eyes. He fell asleep, thinking of Sun and her tongue upon his face.

Endor awoke with warmth and weight pressing down upon him. He groaned. The urges to breathe and release the contents of his stomach hit him at the same time. He gripped the furs, then pushed. They were warmer than he remembered. Bigger. And they moved!

Endor opened his eyes. Streaks of coal on a field of fire. It didn't take long to realize the Stripedpaws was on top of him. Chest, paws, flanks, tail, everything. Only his head was out of sight. A rush of warm air tickled Endor's ear. He slowly turned his head left. The cat's ear twitched and rapped the human's cheek. Endor froze. The cat lifted its large head. Fur and stripes were blocked Endor's field of vision.

For a moment, he could only see fur and smell the cat's wild scent. Then something brushed against the side of his head. A puff of warm air opened the path for that barbed tongue. Endor shuddered as the cat licked his ear, scratching and tingling his sensitive skin at the same time. The strokes became broader, changing direction with every stroke. It wasn't long until Endor's face was besieged by the invading tongue.

"Ack," the human gasped for air. "Cleaned me well enough. Can stop now."

He started laughing. The pleasure and the affection coursing with each stroke of tongue hardly matched any of the noble ladies he met. None ever had the audacity of waking him in the same way.

Endor wanted to hug the cat. Feel that soft fur upon his bare skin, feel his member prod and tense as it searched for the right place to thrust. Scratch Sun's head and ears and share honest, intimate licks before slipping into her moist depths...

Another blink dispersed visions of lust and need. This feline barely resembled Sun, but he behaved just like her. Maybe with time, Endor could trust and love this male as he loved the lioness.

"Or maybe not. Licking seems to be the only thing you're proficient at," Endor joked. He sat idly, basking in the moist licks while his member flexed and poked the cat's warm flank, demanding freedom from its cloth prison. Temptation gripped his senses, whispering of pleasure and fulfilled desires. Endor barely remembered the last time he released, and the feline's flanks were warm and inviting. Endor thrust, giving in to the agonizing pressure.

The cat growled softly. Its paws found purchase momentarily as it rolled on its back, pawing at the air. Claws left their sheaths as the feline stretched and yawned. He licked his muzzle, shaking his head. Endor merely watched and waited. The stripedpaws poked its head under a raised hind leg. Endor's blood quickened at such sight. He crawled next to the feline to obtain a better view. His member was completely out. It flexed once, then relaxed as the pink tongue washed over its spines.

Endor never saw a male's member. It was thick and wide at the base, thinning along the length to a pointy tip. It flexed under the tongue strokes, shuddering with an intensity that matched Endor's heartbeat. It now pounded in rhythm with his raging member as it acquired the strength of stone, ramming unrelentingly at his breeches. He saw felines mating. Their growled and bit at each other, hardly containing the raging excitement mating brought.

Endor's breath stopped. The cat's paws tensed, scratching the wooden floor. Three quick ivory spurts wet the aroused male's nose. He licked his muzzle, then quickly cleaned his member.

Endor remained with a hand in the air. He wanted to touch, to feel. But he didn't. Something held him back. The cat looked at him, then rolled on its back. Healthy purring reverberated from his chest. Paws twined with each other, quickly joined by an eager muzzle. Was he playing with himself? Endor barely noticed that. He could hardly takes his eyes off the male's wet genitalia, and the pink tip still protruding from its dark hideout.

He reached a hand towards the cream belly, and one inside his breeches. His bulging member was hard and slimy with arousal. He gave a stroke. An audible squelch followed, then a gasp. Endor expected nothing like that. His whole body tensed and tightened, preparing to erupt. The pressure in his loins was so vivid his vision flickered.

"Agh," he gripped and squeezed the feline's flank. Paws kicked and gripped. The sting of claws made Endor scream in both pain and delight. He stroke again and again, each faster than the last. When seed threatened to burst, Endor gripped his bulging head. Seed rammed against his hand in waves, washing in endless waves of bliss. He dropped on his side, clutching and stroking at the upcoming slime. The lubrication carried him to new heights until the spurts stopped.

Endor finally released his pent-up breath. He got his hand out and wiped the seed on the bed.

"You are a bad example," he pointed at the feline with a slick finger. "Now come. I'll see you fed."

They went to the main room together. The cat often turned, sniffing and licking at the drenched breeches, taking in the foreign scents and taste. Endor became hard again. Having a muzzle so close to his member rekindled old fantasies.

"I'm no female, you oaf. You should think of-"

A spray of warm urine silenced Endor. He felt a certain pride at the sharp, stinging scent. Felines marked important possessions, and that made him feel desired. The two split once they reached the main room. Endor dug into the larder, returning with more cheese, dried meat and stale bread. He distributed the supplies evenly, then crashed into a chair.

The cat finished before he did. It rolled on the ground, purring in delight. Hind paws kicked the air, while the others lashed out to catch them. Endor smiled at the display. Felines were ever playful. He was almost tempted in jumping down there on the ground to test the male's mettle.

"We cannot linger here," Endor told the cat while he munched on cheese and dried meat. "Someone will come. They always do."

The cat growled and rolled on its feet. It flicked its spotted tail and walked towards Endor.

"I'm not giving you my," the human froze. So close. That huge, whiskered head rubbed against the human's chest. Endor grabbed the cat's fur almost in self defense. Its tongue shot out, grabbing whatever it could from the table. "Fine. Have what you want."

Endor was rewarded with another spray

"Gratitude," he grumbled. Endor washed the urine off his face with the remaining water and bagged any important supplies. The cat ran around, playing with anything it found. Tables and chairs toppled over another, and nothing was safe from those claws. The door screeched in protest as paws slid against its frame. Endor flung the sack over his back and pushed it open.

"Time to leave."

Unlike the day before, the cat often took the lead. Endor left the bond untouched. The stripedpaws had a bright demeanor, and Endor saw no reason to intervene. Natural bonds were stronger than any crafted one.

They walked deeper into the forest, where ferns grew tall and flowers dangled from trees. Endor used the trees for guidance while the cat saw them as marking spots.

"You will have no urine left if you keep that up," he said, yet the cat proved ever more resourceful. He took in the full brunt of the sudden spray, rubbing the sting out of his eyes as the stripedpaws continued its assault upon trees. Endor spat, yet the salty, almost tangy taste still lingered on his tongue.

Vegetation became thicker the more they advanced. Shrubs took the place of weeds, and large flowers that of short grasses. Ferns were everywhere, same as those dangling spiders.

Endor crashed in a clearing and refreshed himself with five mouthfuls of water. Midday approached, and the sun burned white and hot. The cat growled and neared its head, sniffing the waterskin.

"Here," he poured the liquid inside a cupped palm. The cat approached tentatively, ears twitching to repel pestering insects. Its muzzle appeared gigantic as it approached. Dots of coal dirtied the cat's cream muzzle, sprouting long whiskers on each side. Its pink nostrils flared, sniffing. A low growl escaped through parted teeth.

Endor retreated, a shiver racing from the base of his spine. His sweaty skin didn't feel so hot anymore. This cat, this beautiful predator that was gazing right into his eyes could end him in an instant. Instinct told him to flee, but he felt no danger. He never stared upon such striking cat. The stripedpaws eyes remained unyielding even as its muzzle wrinkled into a softer snarl.

"Drink," Endor whispered, pouring more water. "Lick the water."

The cat slowly bridged the gap and plunged its tongue into the moist palm. Endor poured steadily, eyes never leaving the cat's stare.

With a last lick, the stripedpaws lifted its head and the falling drops from his lips.

"Beautiful," Endor sighed. The cat purred with contentment. A paw found its way between Endor's legs. He grabbed it, but not before a dozen whiskers and two giant nostrils blocked his view. The cat sniffed, warm gusts attacking Endor's face. The human gasped when a force sent his back against the tree. He tasted and smelled the cat's fur as the stripedpaws rubbed his head against his. Two tongue strokes followed before that all too familiar turn of its body.

Endor pressed his lips. The cat's tail flicked up, revealing its male parts. Endor closed his eyes. The urine stung when it hit. Such was the spray's force.

Endor spat and cleaned his face with the remaining water.

"Yes yes, I'm yours," he said to the purring cat. "You made that pretty clear already."

The cat ran around, leaping and pawing at the vegetation while Endor rested and watched. When they were on the move again, clouds started gathering, The puffy white shapes were of little concern, yet the sun' s absence confused Endor. He visited the royal forest plenty of times before, and left marks as means of finding the cache he left behind. Of course, he previously used the sun's aid for such purpose.

Dusk threatened to fall. The sky became a sea of orange and purple hues. No rain came, and Endor doubted any would. The man climbed a particularly tall royal tree, using carved ladders as support. The thicker branches sped the climb. Endor reached the thick canopy. Secreted among the leaves were two large packs. Endor removed them from the branches' embrace and threw them on the ground, climbing down shortly after.

The ordeal left him exhausted. The cat inspected the packs, marking when the human approached. Endor smiled and delved into his supplies. He kept the stripedpaws busy with a bone and three dried meat rations while he rummaged through the packs. Bows, arrows, a sword, knives, cloth and more supplies lasting for more than one journey through the wilderness. Endor started a campfire and made a shelter from poles and waxed cloth. It held against wind and rain, though it offered no warmth of comfort.

Even so, Endor was pleased. There was no substitute for safety. The feline would keep him warm, along with a carefully maintained campfire. Endor embraced the ground and rubbed a sore arm muscle. The cat rested behind. One of its paws warmed Endor's back.

"Not as good as a proper bed, but it's safer," Endor said, his voice but a whisper. He turned around and came face to face with a huge front paw. The cat opened his eyes. If he felt irritated, he showed no signs.

Endor smiled. The grey pads looked smoother than his own skin. He wondered how they felt when he bit his lip, resisting the urge to touch.

"The royal forest is rarely disturbed," he said. "The trees are left untouched and animals breed undisturbed. The king sometimes hunts, yet he never ventured so deep."

A smile stretched across his lips. "We can live here for several years. The forest will see us nurtured."

The thoughts of his cat and complete freedom made Endor's skin prickle. This was the life he wanted since he took upon the path of a beastlord. The training never felt difficult, and his animal companion showed more affection than all of Endor's family combined.

The man sighed and looked at the sleeping stripedpaws. The return of such affection ripped Sun from him and saw the end of his training. Endor fell asleep with the master's last words upon his thoughts.

"Never love beast more than your own kin." The words that ended the man and saw Endor upon proper path.

Endor woke to growls and a low, constant rumbling. His back ached and an arm felt numb. Endor blinked his eyes open. The campfire burned sickly a stone's throw from where he was, and his makeshift house smelled of smoke. The cat stood two arms away from Endor, basked in the faint light of the blazing embers. One of its front legs rested firmly on the ground while the other caressed a flank...no, pressed something between its flanks.

Endor frowned, breathing through his mouth to avoid choking. He needed to douse the fire. Had to, were it not for this unusual display. The cat snarled, canines gleaming. It was laying on its side, head turned towards its back while a front paw shadowed his sex. Its fingers spread and flexed. Four claws left their sheath, retreating inside as soon as the cat relaxed its paw.

The stripedpaws liked its muzzle and moved the caressing paw. Its engorged member flexed at the same time as its tail.

Endor leaned on his belly and crawled towards the cat. It didn't seem to mind him. The male placed its paw right on top of the erect member, then thrust between its pads. A shudder ran through its tail and flanks, dispersed, only to happen again as the cat resumed the kneading motion.

Endor gulped, watching the cat's member snake through the now glistening pads. He felt unnaturally aroused by what he was seeing. The cat flexed a couple more times, burying its sex under the large paw.

A long, loud growl rumbled inside his throat. His flanks trembled and pushed while the tail lashed restlessly. Endor gasped, feeling his own member quiver under the weight of wild pressure. He bit his lip.

The stripedpaws. He wanted to see what the cat did. His own arousal felt problematic, yet-

A yowl speared the silence, followed by three sets of different vocalization. The cat's muscular flanks clenched and pushed deep into the paw. Endor only saw the sheath and the base of the glistening member. It throbbed excitedly with the pressure of release. Several drops of cloudy liquid rolled over the cat's paw, wetting fur in their wake.

The cat retrieved its bold paw, then collapsed on the ground with a huff. A spent member retreated inside its sheath, leaving behind a patch of fur slick with fresh seed. Endor watched in silence. No thoughts and no words passed through his mind, save for the pressing urge to attain his own climax.

Endor rolled on his back, groaning. A movement and a quick brush against his tip was all it took. His limbs went stiff, and his member throbbed as numbing pleasure caught wrapped its fetters around his groin. Teeth clenched and eyelids trembled when the peak hit. Spurt after spurt drenched his soiled breeches.

Endor finished with a weak groan. After more than a month without, release took a heavy toll.

"Paws," he looked at the cat. Its chest moved quick as its breaths. "That is how I name you."

The cat paid no attention. Endor chuckled. The dirty paw was less than a hand away from his face. It smelled of earth, wet fur and a faint sting of foreign flagrance. Endor knew instantly what that was. The fur between the pads rose in clumps like uneven arrowheads. Endor touched it. The paw and the fur were cold and damp. Paws opened his eyes. He stared in silence at the human, then closed his eyes. Endor released the cat's paw and smelled his palm. Even after the previous release, the smell and thoughts of fresh seed aroused him.

Endor went on a brief patrol to clear his mind. Darkness surrounded him, dispelled only by the faint traces of the half-moon rising above. He walked quickly, widening each stride. Dried leaves rustled below his unsure feet. Rocks and mounds had an annoying way of tripping him, and vines and foliage slapped him from all sides.

When he was out of breath, Endor made his way back. He noticed the darkened shape of a feline pacing around the almost extinguished coals. After another step, Paws perked his ears and ran towards him. Endor braced for the tackling, but to no avail. The cat rammed into him with all its fur and muscle. Endor stood no chance against all that weight. The cat growled and prodded with its muzzle, licking everything it found of interest. Endor closed his eyes against the flurry of tongue and teeth, rewarding the feline with everything he could. Expert hands rubbed and scratched around the neck while a foot found its way below the feline's belly. Paws purred with delight. He chuffed and mewed, leaning into the caress, and forcing those fingers upon its cheeks and chin.

Endor's blood warmed with affection. He spoke all manner of praise, yet words seemed unfit to describe such feelings. He complimented the feline's stripes, paws, and everything of worth, ending with "The gods themselves shrivel with envy."

Endor gave a thorough rub to the cat's head. Not a single part stood unscratched. Purring in contentment, the cat turned around and marked the human as his own. He departed, flicking his tail enticingly

"I am yours, as you are mine," Endor laughed with delight. He followed the cat shortly after.

In the bosom of the tent, a game of tackle ignited. Endor tried to pin the cat on its back, but never succeeded. A single swipe from a paw sent him off balance, and the feline's heavy frame could hardly be kept down by a man of Endor's weight.

Endor held no ire. Paws played with him as with one of his own. Claws never left their sheaths, and the gentle bites never drew blood. They wrestled and grabbed and pushed until their breaths and limbs became heavy.

Paws dropped on the ground with a soft moan. He looked at Endor, kicking his paws as if to grab him.

"You want more, eh?" Endor ran a hand over the animal's belly. The fur was long, silky, and warm. "I believe we didn't scratch here, did we?"

Paws growled, nipping the man's arm. Endor kneeled beside the stripedpaws, hands busy with fur and muscle. The cat displayed impressive bones and muscle. The neck was huge, taking more than an arm's length to envelop. Well-built shoulders and legs were made to tackle heavy prey. Claws were sharp, as with any cat. Endor lingered there, enticed by the warm and slightly rough texture of the pads. The paws themselves stood larger than his own hand. He moved his fingers between the cat's, testing every clump of fur and bone.

Once he was through with the animal's paws and belly, he moved on the stripedpaws' flanks. Both were heavy with meat and sinew. Paws kicked his hind legs several times, probably due to the ticklish nature of his lower belly. Nothing escaped the cat's throat save for a constant rumbling purr.

When the flanks were done, Endor moved near the tail. The campfire smoldered sickly, casting only a feeble trace of light. Truth be told, Endor barely saw anything in the darkness. Trust lay in other senses. He moved down the cat's belly, towards the tail. A protrusion rose in the path of caressing fingers.

Endor swallowed. He knew what that was. Hearing no complaints from the feline, he gulped his apprehension and continued. Fingers gently traced along the furry spheres, feeling the warmth and smoothness of each. His heart raced with excitement and arousal, and sweat began to form on his skin despite the cold. Endor advanced. Paws trusted him so far, surrendering himself to Endor's whims. The human flinched when his cold fingers met a warm, equally moist flesh. Its member.

Endor gripped it between his fingers. The small spearhead jerked, spines flaring. Endor rubbed his fingers carefully around the member's base. The feline growled, slapping its tail. A thin, warm stream shot from its tip, ramming against Endor's palm.

The human gulped and resumed his treatment, rubbing the base with two fingers and touching the tip with the third. Paws jerked his limbs and writhed, growling his delight. More ooze emerged from the member's tip, and the twitches became erratic.

A shiver traversed the cat's flanks. Endor gripped the member, squeezing softly while his other hand worked on one of the feline's paws. The fingers spread and trembled, warning of an impending release.

Paws yowled a strange, shrilling sound. He almost sounded hurt were it not for the throbs wracking his member. The meaty protrusion tightened and spasmed, driving out stream after stream of seed. The warm liquid splashed against Endor's fingers, which held and massaged the stone-hard member until it spent every drop. Endor smeared the liquid all over the feline's belly, delighting in the simple touch and the vivid scent.

"That was all you had, eh?" He found a perfect place in the feline's embrace. Paws greeted his benefactor with three long licks. Endor smiled, hugging the cat's great head. The feline sniffed and licked his hand, tasting the remnants of his own seed. Endor chuckled, rubbing paws' damp nose. "You should mind your tail. You made quite a mess there."

Paws didn't seem interested. Spent and fulfilled, he dropped his head on a paw and slowly closed his eyes. Endor did the same. He pulled his knees closer for warmth and closed his eyes, pulling the remaining front paw over his neck. Sleep didn't argue this time.

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