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The 28th of June, 1889. Belize.

We were on the third week of the expedition, deep in the jungle, miles away from Belize City. This being the wet season, the humidity was extreme; not to mention the heat. Nothing dries when the air is so engorged with water. Torrents came down from daily thunderstorms, drenching the humus and polishing the leaves of the lush vegetation. But most orchids flowered during this period, so I had no choice but to endure. The price was worth it after all: collectors would pay immense sums for the most spectacular specimens. I had already gathered a few on the way, some I believe to be new to science, but none were particularly valuable.

While the hired men were clearing the grounds to make place for temporary shelters, I decided to scout the nearby flora, to get a better idea of what grew in this particular region. I thought of bringing along one my men, but I figured he would only be a hindrance. In any way, only our local guide, a tribesman, really new about the jungle. However he was already on a scouting mission of his own, to measure the water level of a river crossing our planned path, and determine what material we would need to bring along to traverse it. Following him was not an option either, he had a lot of ground to cover before night. In this case, I would be the impediment.

One should definitively not underestimate the darkness of the jungle. The trees, competing vigorously for the sunlight, cast a deep shade on the ground, even in the most intense sunlight. At night, the blackness is almost pure; the human eye can resolve only the faintest detail. Death is certain, at the mercy of large predators such as the jaguar or puma, who's vision can pierce the thick veil.

Going alone, I chose to stay by the side of the river that flowed next to the encampment. This way I could orient myself and avoid getting lost. The flowing water, accelerated by the more frequent rainfall, produced a great roaring noise. Even through the dense dampening foliage, it was discernible from fifty meters away. As I looked about, I noticed that the vegetation was much similar to that of my previous expeditions, to South America. A mix of tall trees and palms, almost completely blanketed by vines, bromeliads and mosses. Long roots shot straight down from branches. On the ground, a variety of small shrubs and ferns absorbed whatever remaining sunlight made it to the ground. The more creative species simply grew on the taller plants, closer to the sky. This includes orchids, the plant being adept at blooming where others can not survive, thus avoiding competition.

I walked through the jungle, searching the canopy for bright colours that might indicate an orchid residing on the branch of a tree. The deafening sound of cicadas, combined with the hum of the river, accompanied me as I explored. I spotted nothing of interest, but I soon saw in front of me an oddly unobstructed area. Getting closer, I found there the remains of a shack, and a possible second one, although it was hard to tell from the pile of rotten wood. The surviving one had three walls and was about six by six feet in dimension. The timber was covered in moss, and in some places, mushrooms were sprouting out. Its roof was made of fired clay tiles, and odd construction for the region. It being a good protection against water, it might of explained why it was still standing. Anyways, I continued pass the dilapidated shelters, but not very far.

The sky, almost always covered during this part of the year, was starting to darken. A storm was approaching. I had to make my way back, but the tempest was faster than me. I had made a terrible mistake by venturing so far. Recalling the shack I had stumbled upon not an hour earlier, I raced back my steps. The lightning flashed, and the thunder got closer. Rain started pouring as a nearly continuous stream. I was heating up and breathing laboriously from the exercise, but I made it, and took cover under the hut. Showers never lasted too long, maybe an hour at most. I chose to wait it out, having still enough daylight to safely make it back. A few drops were filtering through the gaps in the ceiling, but I was safe for now.

I'm not sure how long I waited there, sitting in the corner of the shack. My blood felt almost boiling from all the running. The heat of the air, paired with the humidity preventing evaporation from cooling me down, had put me in a constant state of fever. I must of then dozed off without realizing it, because I saw the sun was setting. The rain was still falling strong, and I soon came to the conclusion that I wasn't going to be able to make it back in time. I started panicking, worsening my condition. What more could go wrong?

A jaguar. It appeared from the left, no more then eight feet away from me, running as if it was also looking for shelter. We both froze as our eyes met. The large feline stood there, round ears perked up, as the rain drops bounced of its body; the matted fur revealing its toned musculature. My back against two walls, I had no were to go as it approached slowly, settling in the left half of the shack. Despite the acute fear I was experiencing, I did my best to keep composure, still staring as it sat down. Its gaze finally left mine, as its focus changed to the outdoors. I presume the cat didn't consider me as neither prey nor foe, simply as an odd inconvenience. Although with the night quickly approaching, I doubted that this would remain true for much longer. I was in no position to flee, afraid that moving would draw attention to me, or worse even, trigger its predatory instincts.

I hadn't lifted my eyes off the jaguar in what seemed like an eternity. I'm not even sure I was blinking. It was large, maybe two hundred pounds in weight, powerfully built, yet sleek and regal looking, covered in a coat of golden fur overlaid with large black rosettes. Its tail, near half of its body length, was swaying in a calm back-and-forth motion. The head was big relative to the body, flat on the top, with large eyes and a rather short but domed muzzle. Not nearly as pointy as that of a canine. For such an infamously dangerous animal, I have to concede that it was very attractive to the sight.

Just as my heart rate was starting to decrease, the jaguar stood up, and walked up to me. I was only four feet away, I had no time to react as its nose nearly touched my body. It was taking in my scent; confidently smelling around my hands and torso, as if it new I was of no danger. My neck and face were next, the fast and sharp exhaling blowing jets of hot air on my skin. The feline stopped then sat down again, lowering its gaze until something caught its attention. I saw the cat's great mouth open as it reached down to snap at my waist. The air rush out of my lungs as I envisioned an atrocious bite.

But the fearsome canines stopped at my belt, grabbing and chewing onto the leather. Fortunately for me the feline was just in a playful mood, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I quickly thought of discarding my belt, tossing it in a corner for the cat to toy with. Maybe even creating a long enough distraction for me to get away. This did imply getting my hands right next to the incredibly long fangs, but I had no other options other than sitting here at the jaguar's mercy. After waiting a bit for the beast to let go, I unbuckled and slid out the strap, as it watched with apparent curiosity. I bunched it up in one hand and threw it at the opposite side of the shack. The jaguar followed the object with its eyes, but did not budge. A few seconds after the belt came to a rest on the ground, its head turned back to me. Then back down it went to my waist, sniffing as if looking for the missing item.

It was a futile attempt. The jaguar reached up with one of its paws to grab at the loose cloth of my shirt, unsheathing and hooking its inch long claws into it to tug insistently. While I was on the verge of passing out from the fear and heat exhaustion, the cat was amusing itself with its new play-thing. A game I knew would soon enough turn deadly. Catching its talons lower, into my waistband, and barely missing my skin, the beast pulled. It managed to partly disrobe me of my pants. Seemingly impressed by the results and wanting more, it grabbed at the fabric again, this time making use of its mouth. With a few strong jerks it removed them completely from my legs. There wasn't anything I could do, but give up and hope for a miracle.

Again, just like the belt, the jaguar immediately lost interest in my pants once they were off my body. So it returned again to my waist, seeking more entertainment. My underwear was next, taken off in a similar fashion. As anticipated, it promptly ignored them and went back for my middle. Except this time I was bottom naked, which meant I was completely vulnerable to its claws. I had no doubt my skin would be the next thing to be peeled off. But after a few moments of sniffing around my genitals, it lifted its head, and starred at me head on. The jaguar's face was contorted into an odd grimace. Not quite a snarl, but the mouth was opened, the lips pulled back and the tongue hanging out slightly. The pose was kept for a few second, then the cat went back down to my groin. I'm still unsure what behaviour I observed then, but I recall male horses doing similar after smelling a mare's urine. Perhaps felines shared this olfactory response. It would make sense considering the events that followed.

I learned much about feline anatomy that night, including the presence of backwards-facing barbs on the entire upper surface of the tongue. Knowledge I acquired in an unpleasant way, as the jaguar began licking my pubic region, grooming my hair much like a house cat would. It then proceeded to my penis, applying long broad strokes. The friction was causing much irritation, but the tugging of my skin was giving rise to undeniable pleasure. Irrepressibly, I started to become erect. I am certain the cat took notice, as the lapping became more generous and vigorous. Despite being ever so aware of how especially forbidden sexual acts with animals are, I felt no shame. On the contrary, I lusted for more. I had not received any sexual stimulation in almost a year, other than that which can be performed by oneself. I was sitting there, at the mercy of an animal with complete physical superiority, which for some reason had decided to share a moment of pleasure with me, instead of wholly dominating me. Regardless, there wasn't a way I could reject the jaguar's treatment, and I chose to make the most of what I was being imposed.

The feline's warm tongue was doing excellent work, applying slick saliva which helped ease the abrasion. I achieved full mast after only a couple minutes of licking. The jaguar then upped the ante, fully descending its mouth over my phallus. I cannot deny that this made me nervous, even in my feverishly lustful state I had not forgotten of the deadly jaws. But the warmth of the muzzle, somehow greater than that of the surrounding air, made my body shiver with excitement. The lips wrapped around my shaft, the tongue still deftly accomplishing its work. The jaguar next pulled its head up, keeping my penis sealed within its mouth. This created a suction effect, which I discovered to be very pleasant. Eventually rising too far, my erection left the warm confines, and was suddenly exposed to the comparatively cool-feeling air. It didn't remain unsheltered for long, as the big cat swallowed it again. The previous motion repeated, except this time with not as high of an amplitude, such that my phallus remained within the mouth. This was so pleasurable, with my glans rubbing against the palate, that a dozen or so repetitions later, I was ready to release my seed in the beast's maw. But the jaguar abruptly stopped.

The cat was staring at me again, as if I had done something wrong. It quickly moved forward until our heads butted together and began rubbing the sides of its muzzle onto my cheeks and neck, in an alternating fashion. The fur was still wet, just as I was, and the animal's body heat was suffocating. The last stroke didn't stop at the muzzle, instead the jaguar kept going, brushing the whole side of its body against mine. In doing so it had turned its back to me. As the darkness had become increasingly thick, it took me a second to realize that his tail was up and his genitals where right in front of my nose. I say "his", as the anatomy consisted of a pair of diminutive testicles, enclosed in a taut fur-covered scrotum. Directly above it was rosy puckered anus. Immediately bellow the sack was short and narrow sheath, shrouded in more pelage. I have to admit feline anatomy intrigues me, with the genitals situated so far back, right under the tail. Taking a closer look, and unintentionally getting a good whiff of the cat's musk, I noticed a conical form of pink-red flesh, about one and a half inches long and half an inch in diameter, protruding downwards from the sheath. It was slightly bent towards me, with a fold near its base. The organ was so oddly different from human anatomy that it took me a few moments to realize I was looking as his penis. Not only that, but it was partially erect, the fold of skin hinting that it could telescope further out to grow more.

I'm not sure what sort of convoluted path my mind followed to conclude that my next move should be to reciprocate the jaguar's affection, but perhaps I was hopping it would help me achieve climax, after getting cut short so abruptly. Being not quite as indulgent as the feline, and first wanting to test the waters, I began my ministrations using my hands. I reached up and grabbed his penis between my thumb and index, feeling a viscous wetness and an odd grittiness not unlike that of his tongue. My anatomy lesson was not over it seemed, as I discovered that the upper part of the phallus was also covered in tiny backwards-facing barbs. I have no hypothesis as to what purpose such a feature could serve, and I doubt it would be much enjoyable for the female. I next took my endeavour further: I added a few more fingers to my grip and and began a short stroking motion. The cat clearly enjoyed my efforts as his erection grew longer, to almost two inches; fully straightening in the process. Not only that, but his tail was now lashing and he was slowly leaning towards me. Changing hold again, I encircled the organ completely and applied more pressure. I felt more thick lubricant ooze out from the tip, smoothing out the process. Unfortunately I couldn't keep this up for very long; my arm was starting to tire. But the jaguar's reaction encouraged me to do more, and with my own arousal growing again, I was ready to go further.

I let go of his penis and leaned forward to give it a tentative lick. I won't lie; the taste wasn't too pleasant. It was very pungent and bitter, maybe a bit salty. It didn't stop me though; I washed it away with tongue. As my lapping got bolder, the jaguar's breathing accelerated and became more pronounced. He started pushing back against me. The barbs felt exciting on my tongue, and I could feel the animal's heartbeat through them as the blood rushed around the organ. His pulse was also quickening, and I inferred from it that he was getting close to orgasm. I went one last step further, as I took his entire erection into my mouth. I sucked gently, within still caressing his penis using my tongue. More sexual fluids leaked from the tip, the flow gradually increasing as I intensified my act of fellatio. His penis was now throbbing passionately on my tongue, his testicles twitching against my nose as his rear end was pushed up completely against my face. I was feeling it coming, the jaguar's sweet release! But without warning he dropped down to his belly. Following the rest of his body, his erection hastily vacated my mouth.

It was just laying there now, the tip poking against my belly. My own phallus was pushed up between his back legs, as he was resting on my lower body. They were almost touching, so close that I had the audacity to grab his genitals and tug them lower, bringing our tips into contact. I don't think I had ever felt such lust, rubbing his erection against mine. We were somehow sharing our passion, two completely different beings with a single fundamental need, somewhere lost in the deep dark jungle. I didn't even know if I was going to make it to the morning, but I didn't care, my mind was lost in that single moment of bliss. The jaguar stirred once more, rising up to his legs again. I didn't let go though, still holding his sack and sheath. I pulled them softly towards my mouth. Our encounter wouldn't be over a climax, and I intended to deliver. Yet the feline had something else in mind, and followed my guidance only up to my face. Afterwards he forced himself lower. Preferring not to fight such a powerful animal, I chose to let go. His scrotum ended up on my chin, his tail was draped over my brow and head, and almost kissing my lip was his anus.

I didn't even hesitate. Had there not been any progression towards the act or any kind of sexual excitement, I would have never done such a thing. But it was obvious to me what he wanted, and what the true climax to our encounter would be. The jaguar had guided me without error through our whole adventure and I trusted him. I licked his entrance, so lost in arousal that I didn't register any taste. I bathed the rim with my tongue, applying copious amounts of saliva to his hole. My lips sealed over it, in a most perverted kiss. The cat's anus was twitching, yet slowly relaxing, enough that I could slightly part the folds of skin with my tongue. I resolved myself to make it in; pushed harder; used my thumbs to dilate the pucker. Finally the tip pierced the taught ring, and so I wiggled it deeper and teased his hot membranes. I could've kept this treatment going on forever it felt, but the jaguar was moving again, pulling away from my embrace. I kissed his anus one last time, simultaneously applying a generous glob of saliva. We were moving one last time and I had no desire to hold back the final act.

I positioned myself in a kneeling posture while the feline laid down right in front of me. His legs where spread apart slightly, his rear pointed up, and his tail upturned and draped onto his back. He was presenting his anus to me, wet and glimmering under the dim light. I shuffled forward until our thighs made contact and let my erection push up against the base of his tail. Grabbing both appendages in each hand, I rubbed my glans, still wet from earlier, onto his hole. I was shivering from excitement but chose to take my time so I could fully appreciate the finale. Slowly I leaned forward, and the jaguar responded by leaning the opposite way. The pressure increased against his resisting entrance until it caved inwards and swallowed the head of my penis. Both ends had been lubricated generously, allowing me to enter him halfway with a single smooth thrust. The feline shuffled a bit on his feet and lowered his head to the ground. I remained steady for a few second, enjoying the muscle contractions and heat of his insides, before reversing my motion until all but my glans where resting within the tight passage. Then I penetrated him again, deeper this time. And again, and again, always further, until the base of his tail hit my lower abdomen and our sacks collided together. The cat was arching his back but was still mostly immobile. Now fully hilted into him, I focused on establishing a steady rhythm of thrusting, working myself slowly towards an orgasm.

The jaguar's inner walls where tremendously hot, even torrid compared to the jungle air. His smooth tissue and contractions were edging me on faster then I had anticipated. Still pounding deep into the cat's back passage, I lowered myself forward, resting my upper body onto his back. I wrapped one arm around his lower torso, and with the other reached underneath him, between his hind legs. Searching upwards a bit, I found my target: I grabbed onto his fully erect and dripping penis and began stroking it vehemently. I was soon going to release deep within the feline's rectum, and planned on also giving him a chance to reach his limit. In response he began trusting rapidly into my grasp. Every time he pulled back he would push himself vigorously onto my erection. His anus started twitching more forcefully around the base of my phallus, then suddenly he let out a deep growl and his entire gut clamped down on me, rendering my motions strenuous. But it didn't matter, I was done. Grinding myself as deep as possible, I released a profuse amount of semen into the jaguar. As he soon began to relax, I ended everything with a quick series of fast and short trusts. Finally I pulled out and fell backwards onto my buttocks. In front of me the beast collapsed to his belly. He was panting heavily. I looked down upon the feline's thoroughly-used hind end: his agape anus was leaking a single stream of my seed, following the contour of his testicles and sheath. A bit lower his penis was slowly retreating back into its shelter, a few drops of his own essence still dripping from the tip. Most of his release had flowed onto the ground, but a generous amount was also stuck to my palm. I licked my hand clean, a taste that I will only describe as "exotic".

The night had finally arrived and I stumbled around looking for my clothes, only managing to find my underwear and pants. The mosquitos were already out and I wanted to avoid exposing myself any more then necessary. My belt had vanished it seemed, but it wasn't really mandatory. Now I had no option but to stay here, even thought the rain had stopped sometime earlier, which I had not realized during my session with the jaguar. Laying on my side in the back of the shed, I listened on to the crickets, who's comforting singing had replaced the roar of the cicadas. All the day's heat and exertion had worn me out completely. My fever was still high, but I was slowly drifting off to sleep.

I heard steps right next to me. Through the darkness and exhaustion I had lost track of the jaguar. Panic speared my mind, as horrible thoughts formed within it. Looking forward I could only discern a vague silhouette, closing in on me. I had no fighting chance, but none of it was going to be necessary anyways. His formed collapsed right next to me and I felt asleep hugged against the feline, comforted by his reassuring presence.

A diffuse light woke me up: the midday sun was shining through the canvas of the tent. I found myself lying in a bed. Looking around I saw the tribesman and a few of my men, staring at me. Their faces displayed a mix of worry and relief. I attempted to sit up, but my muscles hurt so much I yelled out in pain instead. Another person rushed into the tent; it was our expedition's medic. My cry had notified him that I was now awake, and he helped me up so I could sit on the edge of my bed. Despite the assistance it was a very displeasing endeavour, but it was required for him to accurately take my vitals. While he was doing his work, the native explained to me he had organized a search party the morning after I went missing. They had found me only a few hours earlier, inside the hut, completely unresponsive. He made very clear how lucky I was that I didn't die out there. The medic interjected that I had caught a local fever, a particularly nasty strain capable of causing delirium, and that I was to stay in bed for the next few days. Lying back down, he gave me a dose of morphine to help ease my pain. The drug took effect quickly and I nodded off once more. But just before going unconscious, I heard the tribesman's voice again: the day earlier he had spotted jaguar tracks near the camp, he said.

I recovered fully from my ailment, and managed to finish the remaining month of my expedition. The Belizean jungle didn't yield as many specimens as I had expected, but I gained enough to fund my next expedition, this time to Brazil. I also got my belt back; I found it strapped onto my pants, as if I had never took it off.