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Gift for the most adorable dragonwolfie in the entire universe, Legionaire

In this short, lovely story, Legionaire walks towards his feline commander's chamber (My very own Aryn!) with good intentions and a stiff crotch. He wanted to relieve the commander of his burdens by any means necessary, even if that means saying unwanted truths to his face. As expected, such action leads to a short scuffle and bared fangs, yet what Legionaire failed to anticipate was the feline's willingness to explore the warmer and more intimate part of his being: his feelings. Aroused and confused, Aryn is taught the meaning of love at the soft pads of Legionaire's paws. Licks are shared, seed is spilled, and large amount of cuddling was involved in the making of this story.

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Legionaire walked towards Aryn's chambers accompanied by two BlackGuards. The feline, a lithe leopard, kept flicking his tail after every four steps. He was nervous, though not as much as the scaly companion flanking Legionaire's left side. The tawny raptor kept her head pointed forward and her posture straight, ignoring every greeting that came her way from the many predators rushing through the barracks.

Legionaire climbed two rows of stairs. The smell of wood under his paws reminded him of the wild lands of his youth. It seemed another life since he ran amidst the verdant grasses. Now stone seemed to be everywhere, above, to the sides, and below. Cheap, durable materials were the way to go during conflicts. Aryn could no longer afford the luxury to send his snatchers on supply runs. Not since the humans killed half of them in the last ambush.

Legionaire flinched at the cold touch of stone upon his bare pads. After he climbed the stairs, he was led through a narrow hall. A simple door stood in front of him, worn and battered by the years.

"Mind your mouth when you go in there," the raptor licked along an ivory claw. "Aryn will not take kindly to any kind of news today."

Legionaire's ears twitched. Aryn was not taking kindly to anything during the past months. He remained secluded in his den, making mistake after mistake after mistake.

"I will consider that, Scythe. Go below and see if there's any meat you can feast on."

"I'm not hungry," the raptor scratched at the ground.

"Then accompany BlackTail. He never refuses a tasty treat during his shift," Legionaire glanced towards the leopard. He stared back, lips twitching with annoyance.

"What, you're not hungry either?"

"Just go inside, wolf, and feed your words to more receptive ears."

Felines were always so grumpy during the day. Legionaire bid his companions farewell and lifted himself on his hind legs. He placed both forepaws on the door, then pushed. It creaked with an old, tired screech. Once the crack was wide enough, Legionaire slinked inside and pushed the door back with his bottom.

"Efficient. Most of my visitors leave that open for my guards. That makes them grumpy." the snowy feline leaped from his perch. Aryn was slightly bigger than a cheetah. That made him more intimidating to many. Legionaire preferred to think of him as majestic. Splotches of black mated with the stripes running along his back. They broke down into spots, then thick rings the closer they advanced towards the snowy tip of his tail.

"Nothing wrong with a bit of morning exercise," Legionaire leaned forth in a bow. "Sun's blessing upon you, commander."

"It hasn't blessed for years. What makes you think that's going to change?" Aryn turned around with a flick of his tail.

"Intuition," Legionaire said. "Shadows must always give way before the light. It's the way of the world."

"A world you knew, perhaps," the feline padded towards the observatory, which was just a sizable crack in the wall. "Many things changed. Days became shorter. Our numbers dwindled. And our enemies multiplied like flies on the field of battle."

Legionaire watched his pink pads as they touched the ground with each step. They were soft, just like the fuzz surrounding the cat's obvious gender. Two spheres hid under his tail, along with a small, pink headed sheath. Legionaire's blood warmed at the sight of it. He had a weakness for what hid under one's tail.

"Why have you come, blue wolf? Not to just stare, I presume. The chasms offer a much grandiose view than my tower."

That was a question worthy of a careful answer. Aryn remained smothered by the shadows for too long. He saw enemies where there were none, and worked his clan to exhaustion. He headed towards the edge of precipice, and nobody was here to advise him, afraid of the punishment he was going to inflict.

"I came to advise, commander."

Aryn placed a paw on the windy edge. He looked out, licked it thrice, then stopped. "Advise then. Say whatever words you need and leave. The day is long and I have yet to groom myself."

Grooming. That was the solution to all of the problems pestering the clan.

"Your tongue will not clean away the mistakes you've made, commander. I am here to talk about them, and see your paws take upon the proper path again."

Aryn froze. His ears twitched once, and his tail remained stiff as a pole. "Did I hear that well, wolf?"

"You did," Legionaire approached, one step at a time. "Your scouts have not returned for weeks, so that means they're dead. Your builders are exhausted, and whatever BlackClaws that remain fight out of fear rather than loyalty. Is that the kind of commander you want to be? A cub, barking orders from his den?"

Aryn turned around, so suddenly he could have leaped right through the crack in the wall. "Get out," he snarled savagely.

Legionaire kept on walking. "Fear has clouded your mind, commander. We were given instincts for a reason, yet you suppress every last one of them by forcing your clan to wear the armor."

"They are useless!" Aryn raked at the ground. "It is because of these pitiful feelings that we lost the war. Humans outwitted us, wolf. If we want to defeat them, we have to become like them."

"Is that what you truly believe?" Legionaire challenged.

"It is," Aryn hissed. "Now get out, before I send you in the depths of the pits."

Legionaire crouched low, then pushed the ground hard with all of his nimble limbs. He soared towards Aryn, too quickly and unexpectedly for the cheetah to mount a proper retaliation. He crashed upon him like a boulder, heavy and relentless.

Legionaire pressed his paws down as hard as he could, subduing the cat that slashed at his eyes and bit at his muzzle. Aryn's paws latched around his neck. His fangs sunk into the fur, but his bite lacked vigor. He was hesitating, because he was afraid.

Legionaire bathed the cheetah's head with a long stroke of his tongue, making the cat blink in surprise. He expected aggression, not the warm touch of a tongue. This defied all logic, and for a few moments Legionaire had the lord commander of the BlackFangs at the tips of his claws. He tasted the cheetah's cold, oozing nose, brushed along his whiskers, and rubbed into those soft, twitching ears.

"Enough!" Aryn snarled weakly. He kicked his paws feebly, tickling the blue wolf's fur rather than pushing him away.

"Cold logic cannot solve everything. It is simply not how we were made," Legionaire picked one of Aryn's paws and flicked his tongue under the soft, fleshy pads. "We have to feel, and smell, and touch. Without emotions, we are lost."

Aryn shivered. His paws flared their toes, pushing harder. "Go away..."

Legionaire didn't budge. He stubbornly pressed into the feline's fluffy belly, whimpering with need and affection. It was so warm, so silky. The smell of his fur rose all around, along with the soft tinge of arousal. Legionaire managed to taste the cheetah only a few more times before his paws became a real menace. He kicked and bit with all he had, disentangling from the forced embrace.

Aryn ran towards the door, mouth open, tail trembling above his orbs. He was ready to call for his guards, but like before, he hesitated.

Legionaire slowly approached. The cheetah flinched whenever their eyes met. He leaped around his den, shaking his head and slapping his tail over the sides.

"Stupid, careless pup. I want you out this instant!"

"Do you?" Legionaire said.

"Yes!" Aryn helplessly winced. He tried touching his emerging erection a few times, yet that only made him chirp in distress.

"Calm yourself. Do not fight what you feel."

"I have to," Aryn finally dropped on the ground and curled around himself. "You made me weak. Unsure. That...that touch stole my wits away. How can I lead like this, when my blood sizzles and my paws shake?"

"You don't have to lead alone," Legionaire slowly approached. "I will help you rekindle your instincts, and remind you of what you have lost."

Aryn buried his head under his paws. "I want you to leave. Please..."

Legionaire crouched beside the cheetah. He flicked his tongue along the feline's neck, straightening the silky strands of his fur. Aryn shivered and mewled, exposing the white of his belly. He stared like a cub, paws close to his chest, amethyst eyes blinking with incertitude.

"It feels so...strange. I do not do this often."

"I know," Legionaire nuzzled into his neck, flaring the feline's purr with short strokes of his moist tongue.

Aryn eased into the caress. His hackles slowly lowered, covering his exposed fangs. He prodded around the wolf's muzzle a few times, sniffing curiously before he poked the tip of his tongue out. Legionaire whined happily. He lapped around the cheetah's nose, eyes closed, tail wagging behind him.

"It's warm. And moist. Why does this feel so good?"

Legionaire gently pressed his muzzle shut. "Feel. Don't speak."

Aryn submitted to the wolf's caressing touch, allowing Legionaire complete freedom. He started from the top of the cheetah's fluffy head, where the fur was the shortest. Aryn's chirps flared his bliss. He was like a feral pup, nipping and shying away from every contact. Legionaire slowly slid along his neck, down his chest, and finally towards his fluffy belly. He felt the cheetah's thrumming heartbeat, along with the shivers coursing through his limbs. The poor creature rattled from every joint, and for good reason. He was hard, and thoroughly wet down there. Fertile fragrance wafted from his for, getting more intense the closer Legionaire advanced towards the tail. He bathed Aryn's paws in his saliva, then hovered above his exposed member.

"N-not there," a paw took him right in the nose.

Legionaire pushed under it to lick along the cat's muscular flank. "Why?"

"I'm...I don't know what will happen if...if you..."

"There is only one way to find out," Legionaire yipped gleefully and ran his tongue over the cheetah's exposed cock. Juices latched onto his tongue, sweet and slimy. Aryn tensed hard at the touch, scratching at Legionaire's tongue with the flaring barbs of his tip.

Legionaire circled the tip once more before he slurped the precum inside his slavering maw. A feline's taste was smoother and less pronounced than his own, a true delight for his senses. So he pushed his tongue into it, pushing the fleshy sheath down to expose more of that rock hard cock to the surface.

"Too warm..." Aryn kicked at the air, toes flaring with intense throbs of heated bliss. He was panting like a bitch in heat. Shivered like one too. His cock throbbed harder and quicker, pushed near completion by Legionaire's swirling tongue. He slid across the cheetah's firm orbs and lapped around his sheath. Each lick eroded the feline's resistance, until his paws crossed one another. His purring deepened, his tail straightened, and his cock became harder than rock.

Legionaire knew he was close. He wrapped his fleshy tongue around the cheetah's barbed member. Droplets of seed overflowed from the tip. Legionaire pushed his muzzle down, taking Aryn inside just as he announced his writhing bliss. His cock exploded with hot, virile seed that rammed against Legionaire's tongue. A rich diversity of scents and taste assaulted his senses, igniting Legionaire's hunger. His maw craved for a male's seed, and Aryn offered a hefty load of it. Spurred by blistering heat and overflowing moisture, he truly surrendered to his instincts. Short, relentless thrusts sent his cock deeper into Legionaire's maw. His barbs scratched, his tip flared, and his squirming balls sent sharp bursts of thick, fertile seed along the cock's rock hard length.

Legionaire suckled everything he could. He didn't expect the cheetah to be so eager and cum so hard. Semen overflowed around his tongue. It dribbled down his lips and splashed upon the feline's clenching tailhole. The spasms were intense, just like his orgasm. Legionaire rubbed and pushed into his balls. Aryn yowled with lust, clawing at the air and slapping his tail around. His seed increased its flow for three rapid throbs before it lessened into tamed squirts.

Legionaire suckled the last few drops from the cheetah's spent cock. His tongue puckered in places, sticking to his teeth every time he slurped the remnants of that rich, fertile fluid.

Aryn panted quickly, sliding his own barbed tongue over his whiskers. He kept blinking and staring, hardly believing what just happened.

"That was one of the mightiest releases I have ever tasted," Legionaire cleaned his cock with broad strokes. "You had quite a bit in you. When was the last time you spent your essence?" he asked, sliding fondly over the cheetah's clumped spheres.

"This was my first," he dropped his head on the ground. "It felt intense, as if my whole being leaked out through those frenzied throbs."

"You liked it. I can tell."

"I couldn't stop!" Aryn beckoned with a flick of his paw. "No matter how hard I resisted, I couldn't keep it in."

"That's what makes mating enjoyable. That sense of helplessness and abandonment. You give yourself to your instincts, and allow them to smother you in their blissful embrace."

"Enough words. I want to feel your warmth, and taste your scent."

Legionaire snuggled against the feline's belly. Aryn sniffed along his muzzle. His tongue felt quite delightful, barbed as it was. It slid under his chin, showing an unusual interest in the yellow flesh of his pads. Legionaire rolled to the side, exposing his furred sheath in the process. A speck of yellow emerged from the blue furred shelter, dripping with eagerness.

Aryn's nostrils flared. He hovered above the tip, licking his lips until he found the courage to slide along the exposed flesh. Legionaire whimpered softly. Hard barbs gripped his sensitive cock, heating his blood and strengthening his cock.

"Wait..."

Aryn got another taste. He shook his head, becoming all wry as he exposed his snowy fangs.

"It smells so strange, yet at the same time so good. There is something alluring about your taste, wolf."

"Is it the first time you taste a male?"

The cheetah dipped his head. "I often lick myself there during grooming, but it never comes out. Not like...when you licked me," he shyly admitted.

Legionaire tackled the cat, filling his muzzle with loving licks. "You missed much during these years. I cannot imagine how it must be to remove a part of who you are."

"I want to mate."

"What?" Legionaire asked, dumbstruck. He got a warm lick in return, along with a needy, pleading gaze.

"I want you to show me how mating feels like," the cheetah said, exposing himself once more. "Please. Do whatever you have to."

Legionaire crawled over the expecting feline. He aligned his cock with his pucker. Aryn nodded with an eager lick. A need blazed inside his eyes. He craved for this. Needed it. Wanted it.

Legionaire poked around his virgin hole for a bit, allowing his warm precum to lubricate the cheetah's muscles. Then, he placed his tip right in the middle, and softly pushed himself in. Warmth squeezed him from all sides with greedy gropes. Aryn shivered violently.

"Too quick?"

"No, no," he chirped eagerly as his cock throbbed out of its shelter. "More. Please..."

Legionaire stretched the cheetah's hole with his dripping cock. It was a rare delight to bury himself within such walls. Aryn squeezed like an eager female, begging to be filled. Legionaire whimpered and moaned. Squirts of precum traveled along his cock to emerge into the feline's greedy pucker.

"It feels good. So good," he winced as his member acquired the ruddy color of a hungry cock.

Legionaire too hardened. His fully grown knot stretched his sheath to the limits, begging to be spilled out in the open. He lacked the courage to go all the way in, so he continued to gently ease the cheetah with soft, measured thrusts. The increasingly wet muscles quickened the squelching thrusts, making both males writhe and squirm. Beads of precum gathered on top of Aryn's cock, only to be washed away inside the wolf's fuzzy belly. An immense load stirred behind his knot. Instincts urged him to plunge all the way through and release it, but Legionaire faltered. He wanted Aryn's first mating to be memorable in all the right ways.

"I'm close again," he scratched at the ground with a forepaw.

"How close?"

"Just a few more thrusts."

"Good," Legionaire licked along his muzzle.

Aryn grabbed onto his tongue. They both stared wordlessly at each other.

"I want you inside me, wolf."

"What?" Legionaire drew his head back in surprise.

"I want your whole cock," Aryn snarled with delight. "The tip, the shaft, and whatever else lies behind it."

"I'm too big for you."

"I don't care."

"I can hurt you..."

Aryn stubbornly grabbed under his jaw. "I want you, wolf. Every part of you."

Legionaire knew he had no choice. Aryn's tailhole became increasingly desperate. Within a few throbs, he was going to cum. The question was not when, but how hard he was about to release his load.

Legionaire pulled himself back. His claws pushed into the stone, toes flaring for extra balance. With a single, mighty thrust, he pushed himself forth, ramming that inflated knot straight into the cheetah's virgin passage. The lubricated muscles widened to the extremes as hard, rock hard flesh sunk into their bosom.

Aryn yowled, and Legionaire howled. His knot plopped inside with a wet, audible squelch, unleashing an avalanche of bliss across his frame. The heated seed he harbored inside finally broke loose, washing inside the cheetah's hole with relentless spurts.

Aryn shuddered all over, struggling to grab or bite onto something. The pleasure was far too intense for his virgin tailhole to take. Crying with desperation, he unleashed his seed in a riptide of hot, messy arousal. Hard spurts drove into Legionaire's fur while his own sticky seed impregnated the feline's clenching tailhole. Aryn gripped relentlessly with every spurt, heating Legionaire's bliss to new heights, and the wolf humped and worked his spasming cock deeper into that seed coated sanctuary, yelping with every spurt. The climax was intense, better than anything he felt when he put his own tongue to the task. He couldn't clench as hard, nor surround his whole cock with one lick. Aryn did all that, and more. His squirming flesh milked the seed with ruthless efficiency, and Legionaire was more than happy to oblige. His muscles worked extra hard to push every remnant of hot seed deep into the cheetah's tailhole.

Aryn remained hard even after his climax subsided. Beads of seed trailed down his flared cock. He couldn't let go with such a humongous load buried inside him, so he chirped and mewled and licked. Legionaire dropped upon him, embracing him with his warm, fluffy body. He knew his seed would not stop for a while, and Aryn still shivered. Pleasure took a great toll on his body. He still squirted and spat. Felines were not meant to release for so long, and Legionaire soothed him in every way he could. He licked his muzzle, nuzzled under his purring neck, and stimulated his tailhole with soft, delicate thrusts.

Aryn liked that. He closed his eyes, allowing his tongue to gently flick over Legionaire's.

"Thank you," he blinked tiredly.

Legionaire gripped him tighter. He didn't need to speak when he saw the satisfaction brewing into the feline's moistened eyes. He just pushed into his neck and relaxed, allowing the hot throbs of his cock to soothe his heated blood.