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As requested, here's part 2 of The Expedition. I'm probably going to make a part 3, as long as this one doesn't bomb. As always, feel free to share any comments, questions, or suggestions below.

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“Looks like blood, somewhat old…” A masculine voice called out into the haze of my dream, not quite English but understandable all the same. The voice felt old and seasoned, and carried the weight and experience of many decades. My mind conjured up a mighty knight in shining plate, his black beard flecked with bits of grey.

“Over there! A human! Is he dead?” The second voice was far more feminine, young and sweet. It was in that same strange language that I still understood, and as I listened I thought up a maiden in a fine dress beside the knight.

“I don’t know…you go check it out, I’ll see what else I can find.” The knight left in search of something, leaving the maiden to approach on her own. Her steps were quiet, gentle, hardly audible over the wind. Eventually I could tell she was near, and I heard the shifting of leathers as she crouched beside me.

“Hmmm…seems pretty alive, just asleep. Heh. He’s kind of cute.” Her voice was hardly a whisper, and the only reason I could hear her was that she was inches away. Suddenly an sense of mischievous nature was in the air, and I heard more movement from the maiden. “A quick peek couldn’t hurt, I guess.” Suddenly a feeling of warmth was stripped from me, and the cold sting of winter winds reached my skin. The cold went all the way from my neck to my knees, causing my dream to flicker. I heard a small gasp, followed by a muttered oath to Su-tagaal. The bite of the frosty air finally dragged me back to the waking world, and I opened my eyes to see a snow leopard looking down at me.

To be more specific, she was looking down at my hips. Her gaze was transfixed on my semi-stiff member, and as I raised my head she hardly seemed to notice I was awake. Like a flash of lightning my sense of shame returned, and I quickly cupped my hands over my crotch as I tried to sit up. The leopard finally turned her gaze to my face, and her expression swiftly went from confusion to extreme guilt. We both scrambled to our feet, and stood facing one another with no clue as to what to do next.

“Hello, I’m Percy Williams.” In the absence of rational thought, my well mannered instincts went to work in the most awkward way possible. I stuck out one hand toward the leopard, and in a similar daze she shook it limply with one paw. Afterwards her gaze drifted down to my torso, and I probably would have done something even dumber if Nialla hadn’t shown up right at that moment.

“Percy? I got some-” She stepped into the mouth of the cave with a bow slung over her shoulder and two rabbits in her paw, each with an arrow straight through the eye. As soon as she saw what was going on, however, she rushed over and took the other leopard by the shoulders.

“Saiira, listen to me, speak nothing of this. Understand?” I’d only occasionally heard the steely tone in her voice her this intense, and each of those times was a matter of life and death. What had I gotten myself into?

Saiira stuttered a reply. “T-those runes, did you-”

“Now is not the time.” She turned to me, and I instinctively cupped my hands over my crotch in response. “Mr. Williams, put your clothes back on and get cleaned up.” While she took Saiira aside for a chat, I quickly made my way over to where Nialla had strewn my many layers of pants and jackets. First I found my handkerchief, a simple square of cloth that I’d had for ages, and wiped away most of the jelly-like cum on my crotch. After I was done I tossed the handkerchief aside, as no amount of washing would get the scent of that much human semen out of fabric.

Then I began the laborious task of getting all dressed up again. I started with a fresh shirt and pants, then began pulling on snow pants and coats. To my dismay, all three jacket layers had a large gash across the back, and each was stained with my own dried blood. However, seeing as how there wasn’t a tailor nearby and I wasn’t going to grow fur, I still grudgingly slid them on. In order to offset the heat loss, I took a tarp from Nialla’s pack and used it as a makeshift cloak. Finally, I grabbed my glasses and slipped them on, muttering a silent prayer of thanks that they hadn’t fallen off during the fall.

Right as I pinned the cloak in place, I heard the more masculine of the two voices from before call out. “Saiira? Did you find anything?” I looked to see another snow leopard, this one wearing he toughened hides of a senior hunter. He had something slung over his shoulder, and I quickly recognized it as my photography equipment. He took a moment to survey the situation with a hardened gaze, but as soon as he saw Nialla his demeanor softened considerably. “Nialla? What are you doing here? He walked forward with his arms spread, and Nialla ran straight into his embrace.

“Uncle Tivalo!” I could feel the warmth from across the cave, the happy glow of being reunited with someone after years of being apart. Maybe she’d do the same for me one day.

After a few seconds, they pulled away, and Tivalo’s gaze met mine. “So, who’s the human?” He didn’t strike me as the overly friendly type, but the fact that he hadn’t tried to kill me yet was a good sign. Nialla raised one paw toward me, and was about to introduce me when I stepped forward.

“I am Percy Williams, a researcher from the O’brennan University.” I slid my feet together, put my hand to my sternum, and gave a deep bow, as was the custom of the snow leopard tribes. “I was hoping to write some things about your tribe.”

He chuckled a bit. “So the human can speak our language. Interesting.”

“I just know enough to get by. Nialla does the heavy lifting when it comes to transcri-, er, trandate-, er…”

“I think he means translating.” Nialla stepped beside me, staying a few inches away to show we were colleagues and nothing more. “I’ve worked with him for several months, and he’s made a bit of a name for himself in academic circles. He was hoping he could interview members of the tribe, take a few photographs, and get a basic idea of what life in our tribe is like.”

“Well, you won’t get much done from this cave, and I’m guessing you’re going to need this stuff.” He handed me the satchel with my gear in it, then turned and motioned for us to follow. Saiira quickly trailed behind him, and after a few seconds pause I pulled my tarp-cloak tight and stepped out into the snow. Ten minutes later we were trudging toward the village, with the wind tearing at my clothes and skin. The warmth of the cave was long gone, as was all intimacy with Nialla. We were back to being just colleagues, but I hoped that it wasn’t permanent. The way we made love spoke to something more than a regret-shrouded one night stand, and I hoped that some part of her saw it the same way. Tivalo was taking point, and Saiira followed in his wake like a lost puppy. Nialla and I hung back a bit, and as we were walking I moved in closer to her.

“Are we just… ignoring what we did together? I thought it was something special.” I made sure to speak in English, just so the others wouldn’t know what we were saying.

She moved a bit closer, rubbing up against me in a veiled show of affection. “It was special. I loved you enough to bring you back from the dead, remember?”

“So why were you being so cold all of a sudden?”

I looked up to meet her yellow gaze, and found her eyes tinted with longing. “It’s because I don’t know how my tribe would react. I don’t want your research to get ruined because everyone shuns us. Plus… well… my father probably wouldn’t approve.” I remembered her talking about her father before, saying he was the head shaman of their tribe. However, the position fell to him by blood alone, as he was the first of his family to have barely any connection to the gods. Nialla was next in line, but still had a few years before she was old enough for the position.

“Alright. I’ll try to keep my distance.”

She broke out into a condescending smile. “Just because it’s taboo doesn’t mean we can’t do it. You still have a debt to pay, remember?” I felt her paw lighty slap me on the ass, and I couldn’t help but blush tomato red. “Just wait till we’re alone, then we can do all sorts of lovely things.” She then caught up to the others, and I quickly did the same so I wasn’t left behind.

We made good progress, and although we took the long way to the village we still managed to arrive before nightfall. I could see the smoke rising from some of the huts, and could hear the bustle of everyday life as the members of the tribe went about their business. A large wall of ice and snow surrounded the village, with a single opening that was guarded by two bored looking leopards holding spears. As we advanced they quickly snapped to attention, trying their best to look at least somewhat intimidating. “Who approaches the tribe of Siveil?”

Tivalo stopped, dropping into a deep, mocking bow. “I am Tivalo, son of Saquilo, master hunter to high chief Soldo, oh glorious guardsmen.”

The guard on the left softened up a bit with embarrassment. “We were just trying to be formal, sir, I didn’t mean to offend.” Then he spotted me, and he went back to puffing himself up. “Who is this human who dares approach out tribe?”

Nialla spoke up, motioning me forward. “This is Percy Williams, my traveling companion. He will be under my responsibility while within the walls.” I gave a quick bow, which the right guard answered with a nod.

“Very well. Chief Soldo has commanded that all foreigners are to speak with him as soon as they arrive.” Nialla and I exchanged a hopeful glance before following the left guard into the village. Leopards were going about their daily business, tanning and weaving and crafting. A few small cubs ran around in a game of tag, stopping for a moment in front of us to look me over. I noticed quite a few of the tribe members were staring at me, most of them curious as to the nature of their guest. Some sniggered behind raised paws, while others simply looked on in wonder. A few seemed hostile, but I was sure that once they saw I wasn’t idiot foreigner who was completely ignorant of their customs, they would soften up. The guardsman led us to a large hut at the far side of the village, adorned with all sorts of trappings that marked it as the chief’s home. The guard undid the large flap, holding it open as Nialla and I stepped through.

The air in the hut was far warmer than outside, and as I stepped in I thought that I might have to start stripping off my excess clothes. A large fire burned in the center of the hut, providing the cozy warmth that became more hellish by the minute. Incense hung in the air, a semi-sweet fragrance that I guessed was made from the majulin bush. A few leopards sat around the fire, looking up at me quizzically with blue, green, and yellow eyes. Suddenly a booming voice sounded in front of us, saying, “Welcome, outsider! Please, take a seat!”

I turned my attention toward the voice and saw what I could only assume was the chief, a large, rather portly leopard adorned with white feathers and obsidian jewelry. His glowing smile was quite inviting, but I wasn’t sure whether it was truly genuine. Hanging off his arm in a half-prone position was a lithe female leopard who I assumed to be the chief’s mate. She was draped in clothes which were both decorative and revealing, along with several pieces of jewelry that almost looked to be of human manufacture. A few feet to the chief’s left was his head shaman, a sour looking fellow decorated with a shaman’s traditional body paint. Out of all the leopards in the tent, he seemed the least pleased with my presence. It slowly dawned on me that this was Nialla’s father, the shaman with no real power.

I was about to take my customary place at the opposite end of the fire when the chief’s voice boomed again. “Nonsense, no guest of mine will be treated like some common vagabond. Come sit here, where I can get a good look at you.” He indicated a finely woven mat in front of his squat, wooden throne, which I guessed belonged to some higher-ranking tribe member. I quickly obeyed, moving around the fire into position with Nialla at my side. As we sat down, I noticed that the shaman shot a quick glare toward the chief, but no one else seemed to notice or care.

Once we were seated, the chief leaned in towards me with almost childlike fascination. “So, What brings a human all the way to our humble tribe? Are you a trader, a merchant? A warrior seeking to test his mettle.”

“No, I’m afraid I’m just a simple student, your highness. I’ve come to see and record, and maybe have a few interviews… as long as you have no issue with that.”

“Not at all! In fact, you can start by interviewing me! I really think-”

Nialla somehow seemed to sense my weariness, and interrupted on my behalf. “I apologize, your highness, but our journey here has been quite tiresome. Could you permit us to rest for a while before continuing this conversation?”

The chief seemed slightly disappointed, but he didn’t let it impact his sunny demeanor. “Oh, certainly. There are a few empty beds in the longhouse, you are free to use whichever you choose.”

I was about to thank the chief for his great hospitality when Nialla spoke up. “My companion here is used to a bit more privacy than the longhouse would provide. Could we be permitted to set up our own tent, and rest there instead?” She shot me a quick wink, and I suddenly understood what her goal was. A small smirk blossomed on my face, but I quickly wiped it away once I saw the shaman eyeing me.

The chief seemed surprised at her request, but granted it with little hesitation. “Go, rest. Once you’ve recovered your strength we can continue.”

The two of us stood up and bowed. “Thank you for your boundless hospitality, chief Soldo.” I said, “We will return as soon as we are refreshed.” His mate waved lazily to us as we left, out from the warmth of the hut and back into the cold and snow.

We quickly found a spot for the tent, but it took a while to get fully set up. Nialla and I put up poles, slid on cloth, and finally rolled out the woven floor mat. We then set up two separate sets of bedding, but we both knew only one would find any use. After we had everything ready, I was about to go out and kindle a small fire when Nialla held me back. She buttoned up the tent and sat down cross-legged in the middle of the floor, her eyes closing as she began quietly chanting. She was speaking in a dialect I didn’t fully understand, but I did recognize the words “summer”, “blessing”, and “prince of fire”. I was about to ask what she was trying to do when I suddenly felt a warm breeze, and as she continued to chant, the room got warmer and warmer. I began stripping off my stifling clothes right as she finished, and once I was down to my undershirt and pants I flopped down onto the bedding beside her.

“So, got any other tricks you’d like to share?” I rolled onto my side, meeting her yellow gaze with my own.

She smiled, cuddling a bit closer to me. “Oh, plenty more. We aren’t supposed to use magic around humans, but given how I already showed you one trick…”

“Speaking of tricks, how about I get back to paying my debts?” My hand slunk down her side, then around her leg, finally sneaking up under her tunic. There my fingers quickly found the warmth of her slit, and with two fingers I began rubbing slow, sensual circles around her little nub of joy.

“Mmmm… there’s a good boy.” She broke out into a content grin as she lifted up one leg, giving me better access to her snatch. She continued letting out little murmurs of encouragement as I massaged her soft folds, running her paw though my hair as she did so. Her vulva were starting to get moist with her fluids, becoming smoother to the touch in preparation for something more.

Suddenly I felt her paw pushing down on the top of my head as she rolled onto her back, and when I looked up in confusion she met me with a chiding gaze. “You know what I want, make yourself useful and get your little tongue down there.” I quickly complied, crawling backwards and moving between her thighs. Once I got my head in position her legs spread wide open, revealing her wet little hole in all its glory. The lips were ever so slightly puffed up in arousal, and her nub was peeking out from its hood. I could see her moving as she contracted her muscles, and memories of her clutching my member inside her leaked into the forefront of my mind. As I got down next to it, the arousing musk of her loins met my nostrils, making me list for her even more.

At last I finally stuck my tongue out, and was ready to give a few tentative licks when she forced my head down into her crotch. My mouth instantly pressed into her folds, and the most I could say was “Mmmph!” with her supple flesh pressed against me like a gag.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude. You know what to-” She was interrupted by the sound of someone wrestling with the tent flap. Her ears and fur stood up like she’d been electrocuted, and I felt her tail swish away beneath me. Before I could try and look inconspicuous, however, she tossed a blanket over me. I quickly pulled my feet under it, and right before the tent opened she leaned in and whispered, “Don’t move a muscle unless I say to.” I quickly got comfortable, sitting quietly right beside her tasty pussy. I only hoped that whoever came in wouldn’t notice the me-sized lump in between Nialla’s legs.

Through the sheet I could hear the voice of the intruder. “Percy? Are you… oh, Nialla.” The voice was sweet and young, but far from innocent or naive. It sounded like a maiden, like… Saiira.

“Mmmh, wha…” Nialla was putting on a show of being roused from a deep slumber. A mischievous thought suddenly arose in my mind, and I slowly shifted myself toward her crotch. If she wanted me to eat her out, I was going to eat her out, no matter what the circumstances were.

“I, erm…do you know where Percy is?” I could tell Saiira was hiding something, a heavy thought that showed in her words. I finally got my mouth up against Nialla’s snatch, and as I took a good long lick she flexed her foot claws against my side.

“Hmm…I think he went for a walk…I can take a message for him, though.” I picked up the pace, taking her soft, pink bud in my mouth and suckling on it in earnest. I could feel her tensing and shifting in response, her body unconsciously begging for more as she tried to keep up appearances.

“Oh, uh, in that case, could you tell him to come find me? I wanted to chat with him about something, something kind of… private.”

Nialla let out a small murmur of pleasure as I continued suckling, but quickly rebuilt her composure. “Sure, I’ll tell him.” After a short pause and a stifled moan, I realized Saiira wasn’t gone. “Well, go on, I… hah… said I’d tell him. What are you-ah! What are you waiting for?”

“Are… you okay? You seem… out of breath.” Nialla could barely hold herself together under my relentless assault. I had managed to quietly slip my arm up towards her hips while she was talking, and had two fingers two knuckles deep in her. Her soft pussy clenched down on them quickly, but she was so slick that it hardly impeded my progress. Her insides were soft but firm, all but inviting me inside as I lay beneath the sheets. With a quick curling motion in time with my suckling, I was quickly driving her up the wall.

“I’m… mmm… fine. Fine fine fine. Just-oooh… just go…” I knew Nialla would probably hate me for this, but it was so fun to watch her squirm. With just two fingers inside her I could twist her mind and blot out civil thoughts, leaving only an urge to have her warm loins licked and caressed. I thought right then that I’d found a new favorite hobby.

“Wait a minute… is he…” A glimmer of understanding shown in Saiira’s voice, and I could picture her eyes going wide with realization. “Is he…”

Nialla’s voice took on a steely tone, using the last of her willpower to keep a straight face. “Remember our deal, silence for silence. You will speak nothing of this day.”

“Y-yes, Nialla.” There was a slight pause before Saiira left, and Nialla managed to avoid moaning right up until she left. I could tell she was wound up tight, tensed like a spring, ready to blow at the drop of a hat. I felt it in the slick walls of her vagina, in the quivering of her little nub, in the flexing of her furry thighs.

Once Saiira was gone, Nialla threw back the sheet that had been hiding me. She broke into full on moaning, unable to control herself as pleasure washed over her. “Percy, you-oooh, mmmph… that was…”

I looked up from her crotch, keeping her going with two curling fingers and my thumb. “Exciting? Risqué? Tempting fate? Come on, you loved it.”

“Mmmm… gaaah… oh, shut up…” She put her paw back on the base of my neck, forcing my face back down into her loins. The sweet scent of her juices flooded my nose, and with my mouth firmly rooted on her slit I was free to enjoy the unique flavor. It was so soft and warm, almost smothering me in its silky goodness. As I lapped at her pussy lips, I spread her open wider with my hands, much to her delight. She squeezed hard on my intruding tongue, showing her appreciation with subconscious movements. She was so very near the edge, and yet… there was something more I wanted to do.

Right as she was about to hit her limit I all but stopped completely, keeping only a single finger rubbing her across her slit. “Now, I haven’t heard a single please or thank you since we started. I was wondering if we could rectify that.”

She looked down at me with confusion, which quickly turned to annoyance. “Oh, you are not doing this. Get back to work and get me off.”

“Come on, it’s just one word.” I gently rubbed at her little nub, trying to keep her right on the verge of climaxing.

“Percy, if you don’t finish me off right now…”

“Just ask nicely, and I’ll do whatever you’d like.” Mirth brewed up from the depths of my mind, fueled by her silent pleading.

“Percy…”

“One syllable, four letters. You can do that, can’t you? Just say the magic word, and I’ll give you the release you so desperately crave.”

Suddenly Nialla’s expression changed into a worrying smirk. “Magic word, you say? I think I have just the thing.” Before I could react, she put one paw on my forehead and the other on her snatch, then said something along the lines of “Mee ka anyi ma ochicho di nso!”

Burning ecstasy instantly coursed through my body, pooling in my crotch and paralyzing me with pleasure. My limbs were no longer mine to control, and each part of me spasmed on its own accord. It felt like the sensation of twenty intense fucking sessions rolled into one, driving me to climax at breakneck speed. Through the haze of euphoria I noticed that Nialla was going through a similar experience, but was having much better control. She wrapped her legs around the back of my neck and pulled me in, forcing my mouth against her vulva once more. Some primal part of me directed my tongue to start licking, and I wound up giving her a nice finish to her climax.

After she was done, I was still being wracked with feelings of sensual pleasure, and could do little more than roll on the floor with my dick as stiff as a board. I felt Nialla grab me by the waistband, unbuckle my pants, and whip out my cock, but I could hardly react. At the time, it felt like I was back to fucking her tight, soft, silky hole, only this time I was a hundred times more sensitive. Every millimeter of thrusting was pure bliss, and in under a minute I was on the threshold of cumming. Thankfully I rolled to the side as I hit my limit, and shot my seed onto the mat instead of onto my clothes. After what seemed like an eternity of cumming into empty air, the burning lust and euphoria finally abated, and I rolled onto my back to find Nialla looking down at me with a smirk. “Thank you, Percy. That was wonderful.”

Nialla quickly maneuvered herself so she lay beside me on the bedding, running one curious paw up my thigh. “Think you’re up for another round?”

I let out a long sigh. “Not really… now I actually feel exhausted. What the hell was that, anyway?”

As I began pulling up and buckling my pants, she sat up and began grooming her fur. “Oh, just a little spell that incapacitates you with pleasure. You like it?”

“Uh, it’s a bit too… intense for my taste.” The sensations might have been pleasurable in moderation, but multiplied tenfold it was far more than I could take.

“Well, it was intended for self defence, not personal use, so I guess that makes sense.” After cleaning whatever it was out of her fur, she lay back down and curled up beside me. “I promise I won’t use it on you again. Well, not unless you ask for it.”

“Thank you. I love you, Nialla.”

“And I love you too.”

We fell asleep pressed close in our bedding, the warmth of her spell creating a pocket of coziness in the frozen tundra. I dreamed about the activities to come, about becoming ingrained with the tribe, and even becoming a part of it myself.

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