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Night fell over the walled city, yet the darkness that prevailed was hardly complete. Although the near-perpetual clouds covered most of the sky in an overcast manner, the moon was almost full and cast its own glow upon the white chalked buildings, the river and the spires of the local temples of worship. This pale light travelled along the unpaved streets that were mostly empty for now. The shops and bazaars had been closed and a peace prevailed, only broken by the cries of night birds and the various raucous noises made by the patrons of the numerous public houses.

The sounds of revelling could even be picked up by a pair of ears belonging to a man standing on a balcony overlooking the town. This house stood amidst a lush garden of palm trees and shrubbery, giving it a more private feel despite being on a relative central location in relation to the rest of the city. The tall brick wall was what made it look almost fortified. And in a sense it was. There was a guardhouse extending from the ornate gate building that not only accommodated the soldiers looking over the house, but also monitoring all incoming traffic. The house itself was of much airier disposition with its shaded balconies on the top floor and the open verandas below.

A black ear flicked at the noise of a particularly rambunctious ring of laughter. It echoed through the empty streets and up towards the hill where the finer houses sprouted. A long black tail swished with only minor annoyance. The sounds witnessed were a nightly occurrence, after all. The local beer tasted obnoxious, cost next to nothing at the taverns and the inns, and was a powerful tool in reducing the chronic homesickness felt by those who had not decided to settle more permanently onto the alien continent. For them, the drink brought oblivion and helped to count down the days until they would be packed into the mail steamer and sent home.

The spy on the balcony did not think of such things. For now, he was serving the Crown here, and whatever else came would come later. His own surroundings were comfortable, with the house, its numerous servants, all the indulgences the city provided for someone of a high rank. He might not have been a mandarin of the civil service that extended its long fingers into every nook and crevice of the colony and its administration, but the royal rifles he commanded held clout of a different sort than the various trade monopolies, the patronizing diplomacy towards the local lords, and the ever-expanding infrastructure of railroads and telegraph poles spreading throughout the primal countryside.

The black panther almost snorted at the thought. Home with its own more gentle comforts seemed like a strange dream, clouded beyond the moonlit sky with its water-drizzling clouds. He was sure that in a similar manner this land only lived there in the minds of the simple folks in the form of stories, poems and colorful prints people hung to their walls to remind of the Jewel of the Crown.

He needed no images. The exotic land, with its scents and sounds that the printing press could not reproduce, opened before his very eyes, over the tops of the palm trees growing by the fence.

He snorted. At night, with the heavy damp hanging about, the scent became rather less pleasant, with the water washing out all sorts of unsavory things that the breeze would bring over to his nose.

"Sir!"

The rattle of the French window had announced the arrival of someone to the balcony even before the chipper call, but the black panther took his time. He turned a little to face the newcomer, whom was lined up in the open door. He was a study in contrast, in the red of his uniform and the black of his own fur, with the light coming from behind him.

"Garhof," the black panther greeted his peer in fur with a kind rumble.

The fellow cat bowed slightly, before standing in attention.

"General," the feline addressed the black panther by his rank now, "I have finished the letters for your signing and prepared the itinerary for tomorrow, sir. Is there anything else that is required of me, sir?"

The General regarded his aide de camp for a moment. The Lieutenant was all prim and proper, always immaculately dressed despite the challenging weather conditions. His superior officer wore the kind of soft linens that most preferred in this particular climate, having removed his uniform already after a brief luncheon with a local plantation owner. Right now he had simply been cooling off on the balcony of the house after one last gin and tonic water. He could still taste the bitterness on his tongue.

"Let's see those papers, then," said the General. "I presume they are at my desk?"

"Yes, sir!" said the Lieutenant. "Laid out for you and waiting for your signatures there."

"I better take a look before turning in, then," the black panther said.

"Shall I accompany you, General?" his always alert Lieutenant inquired.

The General smirked.

"Of course you must!" he said. "How else would I be able to interpret some of your atrocious paw writing?"

The aide looked bashful for a moment before he stood in even sharper attention than before.

"Sir!" he yelped. "Yes sir, sir, General!"

His superior let out a mild chuff.

"Come inside," he said.

"Yes, sir!"

The General moved through the open French window and slipped past the thin lace curtains that kept the flies and mosquitoes out of the house. An oil lamp sat on a table in the room he entered, the sitting room, from which doors admitted him either into the hallway or through another door into his study. The black panther crossed the wicker-furnished room and into one that would have not been out of place in any fine barracks in the Crown's very own land either, if for the slight colonial touch in the architecture of the room to make it better suited for the climate.

The study was one of the more private spaces in the house and understandably so. This was where the General worked with his confidential papers, kept in a safe behind the writing desk, and where he could entertain his most important guests with liquor and gossip supplied by the telegraph and the mail packets that regularly came now with the establishment of the steamship service. Entry was only through two doors, the one into the private sitting room, and another that led into Lieutenant Garhof's own little office, where the junior officer did most of the work as the General's secretary when not providing a more direct personal assistance such would be the case right now.

Like a good valet, it was Garhof who lit the oil lamp on the desk, adjusted it, and pulled the chair for the General to sit down. The black panther accepted the fellow black cat's services without a further note. The seat was a bare, lacquered wooden one, not upholstered so as to remain as comfortable as possible due to the inevitable sweating that occurred in these tropics. For all his efforts at staying cool, the General could already feel the cloth on his shirt stick to his back.

Garhof fussed with the nib pen and the bottle of ink.

"Let's see then," he said while his aide worked his own craft.

"Yes, sir!" the black cat practically yelped. "Here is the - ah - the disciplinary report that you ordered me to write in good paw."

His tapping paw brought the General's attention to the topmost of the stack of papers on the desk. The black panther read it only cursorily. He knew to trust to Garhof not to make any blatant mistakes. Should the paper become covered in smudges, he would have to start again. With the kind of penmanship he professed, he could have worked as a clerk, the General thought.

"Yes... these disciplinary actions have to go through," the General mused, "I do not like it but it must be so."

"Yes, sir," the Lieutenant said.

"...docked pay...field punishments..." the General shook his head as he took the pen and dipped the nib in the inkwell that had been opened by the Lieutenant, "things have come a long way since we were ordered to stop flogging."

"Indeed, sir!"

The General wrote his name in a careful, curved script. "SHELD" it said, his family name and nought more. He deemed it sufficient.

The paper was moved to the side by the Lieutenant's nimble paws so that the General's signature could dry. The next sheet was a letter Sheld had sketched earlier on his own scribbling style, to be written long paw by Garhof. The General was not about to announce the fact aloud, but his weariness was starting to turn the letters on paper into a jumble somewhat difficult to read in the glow of the oil lamp.

The General decided to enact one of the privileges his rank allowed him. He pushed his chair away from the desk to a degree, and adopted a less strict pose upon it.

"Read to me, Garhof," the black panther murmured, "your voice makes this duty much more pleasurable to endure."

His younger aide looked almost flustered. His ears flickered.

"Yes, sir."

General Sheld gestured with his paw.

"Read, read!" he chuckled.

The loyal redcoat nodded once again before he picked up the sheet that had been written in his own paw. He moved to the side so that he could hold the paper into the light cast by the lamp.

"...'in response to your previous correspondence on the 15th of March, I most respectfully approach you, kind Sir..."

Sheld let the words flow through his ears. He was practically lounging on the chair, not as easily done on the straight-backed seat like it was at the wicker furniture in the airy sitting room, although he made do with his helpful feline dexterity. His sprawl was most pleasurable on his back. It had grown stiff from maintaining the rigid military pose that his duties required.

He did not exaggerate in his earlier words. He found it quite pleasurable to be listening to Lieutenant Garhof's baritone. Even the boring, bureaucratic scripture that Sheld had produced on paper sounded much more agreeable when spoken by his fellow black panther.

"...regarding the possibility of applying the principles of lenience and moderation in the foreseeable conclusion of the potential inheritance aspect of the concurrent legal structure..."

Sheld let the words flow through his flickery ears. He found it a relaxing experience, simply sitting down and listening to the words take form upon Garhof's lips. He could see their soft motion, the panther's head tilted into a profile while he sought the light of the lamp.

The General's eyes followed the curve of the black panther's back. The red coat was perfectly fitting and held onto his form almost like the corset of a proper woman, although there was nothing there to suggest anything to the contrary when it came to Garhof's perfect manliness. His uniform jacket terminated halfway across his buttocks, clad in the black cloth of his trousers. The tail fell down from under the hem of his jacket and remained quite still between his leg with military precision. A well commanded tail was a sign of proper military drilling, after all, something that any instructor would beat into the minds of his charges from day one.

Garhof had no problems with his tail. It remained beautifully still with only the occasional flicker of the very tip. That would not be frowned upon anywhere outside the royal house guards infamous for their ability to remain in place like statues. Sheld did not think of their own colonial status as any reason for relaxing the rules, however, and he was very pleased to see that Garhof's military training remained as strictly self-disciplined as ever.

"...I refer to the previous correspondence from the offices of the superintendent - "

General Sheld let his tail dance freely, partially draped over his legs. He found plenty more to see and enjoy when it came to his loyal aide. The red jacket he wore was very snug on the waist with the courtesies of a belt, but it was allowed to flare over his hips. The black panther's rear could be described with the word shapely that easily entered Sheld's mental vocabulary upon contemplating the sight of the slightly bent over black panther who stood by his desk and looked so...delicious.

Garhof was deeply immersed in his reading - the cumbersome wording required his full attention, despite him being quite adept at reading, which could not be said about every soldier who served under General Sheld's command. It was likely that he was oblivious to the keen attention that his superior was giving on him, and his hindquarters in particular. Sheld found the sight almost artistic, the play of firelight on the mottled cat's muzzle, while his eyes lingered on the pleasantly plump flare of the young soldier's rear. The perky posterior was a welcome distraction from the hardships of his administrative duties that certainly took much of his time - let alone having to present a good face for all the fussy administrators and their wives in the official functions.

This private opportunity suited the General much better. It felt like he was spying on the Lieutenant, and he liked the thought. Just an aide innocently helping his General with the endless paperwork while the said superior officer enjoyed the secret thrill of admiring the Lieutenant's arse. The way the clothing highlighted its eye-pleasing qualities made him wonder just what had been thought by the men before him who had declared such attire to be the most suitable for a soldier to wear while on duty. Had they been of the same mind, with the thought of making sure that anyone wearing such clothing would present themselves in such a manner almost inadvertently.

Whatever the motive, Sheld would not be one to raise questions. He simply reaped the benefits of such an ordinance, and he could see them in front of his very eyes in the form of the black panther still continuing to do his duty.

"...it brings me a pleasure most opportune to assure you, kind Sir - "

Sheld wanted to shake his head at the text he had produced. He hated pandering to these men who were remarkably conscious of their high positions in the colonial administration, and hence made sure everyone else knew that as well. As a soldier of the crown it was part of his duties, of course, but sometimes he wondered on the necessity of such bootlicking.

Looking at the boots-wearing man in front of him was much more agreeable for the tired General. The legs in question grew into strong thighs and then formed the rear that caught his attention so completely. The coat hem covered it tantalizingly, at least partially so, which only added to the thrill of his lewd espionage. The Lieutenant might've as well have a target painted on his rear, as far as the General was concerned.

"...with greatest regards and wishes for your wellbeing, servant of your Queen, General Sheld, A. T. , Commandant of..."

The black panther let out a rumble of content and clapped his paws softly together. His face was most mirthful when he saw the Lieutenant's slightly puzzled expression upon hearing the playful noise.

"Was this...as you wished it to be, sir?" Garhof asked.

He began to turn towards the General just as he put the paper down to the table, but Sheld raised a paw.

"Ah!" he exclaimed.

Garhof froze into place.

"Sir?" he inquired.

"Just remain as you are...it was most pleasing," the black panther commander murmured.

The soldier's ears flicked curiously, but he returned the order without a word of further questioning. He assumed his previous position, facing away from the General.

"Shall I continue looking through these papers for you, sir?"

"By all means," Sheld waved his paw. "The work must be finished before bed. Tomorrow is another day and it dawns with inevitability...as hot as the previous one."

He smirked, briefly. The Lieutenant's ears betrayed amusement of his own.

"Yes, sir."

He shuffled the papers about.

"Ah...your list of the requisitions for the Ordnance Survey detachment..."

"Well I certainly need to hear that!" Sheld made it sound like an exciting adventure instead of a simple list. "Go on, Lieutenant!"

Garhof, the loyal servant, did not question the command. While the task appeared somewhat superfluous, he was not in the habit of speaking up against his superior officers. Hence he simply turned his attention back onto the paper and began to read aloud.

"...regarding provisions of victuals and the approximated need for porters..."

The General did appear to listen briefly, but he did not really pay attention to the cumbersome words. He rested on the chair, yet his eyes worked elsewhere. The Lieutenant's body held much fascination, and eyeing it from afar was a pleasure in itself. The way how he carried himself, the wonderful posture, both firm in resolution yet relaxed just to the right degree. The way he planted his footpaws, for example, how it just made him stand ever so straight and naturally, the way that only highlighted the lustrous shape of the buttocks the cloth of the Army uniform only adorned to a pleasurable degree.

The black panther was almost hypnotized by the sight, and enjoyed it to its fullest for as long as he found the patience for.

"...the employment of local porters for considerable distances may pose other challenges to the victualling of the corps - "

The chair legs made a noise on the floor when Sheld used his own feet to propel it closer to the desk once more, so that only little distance remained between him and the Lieutenant whom still was reading. His ears did take a little flick, but nothing else in him betrayed any shock or surprise. Sheld knew that it was impossible to sneak up on the Lieutenant in question, and he appreciated the fact.

Perhaps he also felt the presence of the General suddenly so much closer. Ever the professional, Garhof continued his reading.

"...the presence of scientific equipment must be taken into account while considering the number of guards for the expedition through the treacherous province - "

The General nodded in approval, as if complementing the diction despite the Lieutenant not being privy to this gesture. Sheld's main attention was elsewhere. His eyes continued to admire the persistently fascinating shape of the Lieutenant's rear. Now that he was much closer, he could attest its shape to a wholly new degree. The plush globes made such a beautiful curve, along with the tail that made the crevice between them appear particularly mysterious.

"Regarding Lord Gort's provisional agreement to supply numerous implements required in such an undertaking, it must nonetheless be remembered..."

Sheld's breathing came deeply and steadily. He knew that little puffs of air landed onto the bare length of that tail, which remained admirably still despite the surprise stimulation coming from the General's muzzle. The steady voice continued to read, as if he was completely unaware of the peccadillos taking place behind his behind.

The uniformed arse beckoned the General. He wished to fondle it with his paws, to run his fingers over its shape that he knew to be firm with muscle and warm, so very deliciously warm and shapely, a true masculine masterpiece at least in the mind of the panther who behold this barely hidden treasure.

"...in the light of the recent disturbance along the Northern Pass - "

Sheld licked his lips. The temptation was strong. His eyes were feasting on the fantastic body part in front of him, yet he craved more...a great deal more, if he could have his way. And Garhof, the loyal Garhof...he was so very available, yet continued his work without a hitch even with the surprise presence of his superior officer so close.

So privately close, too, for the General leaned forward so that he could worship on this altar of masculinity. His tilted muzzle nudged close towards the base of the black panther's tail. It moved instinctively to the side, just a little so that the General's nosepad could practically press against the cloth of the pants. His brow nearly teased the hem of the red coat. His whiskers whispered along with his breath that drew in the sweet, strong musk.

The General purred, unabashedly sensuous at the moment. The little spot under the Lieutenant's tail produced the most agreeable melange of musk and sweat that his senses drew in like one of the expensive sponges he applied during his daily baths. He knew what was hidden under the simple cloth that remained as the obstacle for him to enjoy all this musk directly from the source. He could visualize it if he closed his eyes.

Soon. He allowed himself to worship some more, to nuzzle and sniff to his content.

Garhof was still and contrite, but for a brief gasp of surprise when he felt a purring cheek on his rear. Then he continued to read. Sheld knew he was approaching the end of the long document. His voice was clear as ever, as if nothing strange was going on about his person, such as having his superior's muzzle rub onto his rump.

The General savored the musk like the bouquet of a wine, with immense pleasure. It only made him hungrier for more, an extra helping, even further joy.

He stood up now. The space between the chair and the slightly bent down Lieutenant was small and crowded. Sheld certainly did not mind. He stood only somewhat taller - of course one reason for Garhof's choice as his aide de camp had been his imposing physical size - which meant he could peek over the black panther's shoulder at his reading. It also let him to casually press himself onto the junior officer's back, hips included. The General's groin fit appropriately against the plump rear he found to be so agreeable.

For now he simply let himself rest there, intimately close to his Lieutenant. The black panther felt the younger male's rumbled words as vibrations through his back, on his own chest. It was a sensual feeling, as much as the man's scent was, or the way his body felt, solid and covered in silky fur.

Sheld saw that the Lieutenant was finished. He put his paws onto the young man's hips.

"Keep reading," he whispered.

His body trembled deliciously when he picked up another paper into one paw, his ass now cupped into the General's paws.

"...A query regarding - "

The words continued to flow out of him while the General concentrated on enjoying himself. in the Lieutenant's presence. He felt good, smelled good...and sounded very attractive indeed.

The shape of the buttocks under his paws was poetry embodied, the General thought, and smiled to the silliness of the notion. Why should such an everyday bodypart elicit such a response from his very soul? But he could not deny it. It brought in such pleasure to fondle the buns in question, and to feel the muscles under the cloth and warm fur flex with this touch that came from his very superior officer.

" - perceived as a potential source of taxable income through the exportation of - "

The words no longer mattered to the General, only the timbre it created, for him to feel in such a pleasing manner. The vibrations did go down all the way to his hips. The General's fingertips perceived it, and pressed slightly.

The voice began to sound huskier.

"Read..." whispered the General, "and open your belt."

Garhof did not pause even upon hearing such a lurid command from his General. His voice did hitch, but Sheld was not about to chastise him for that. His performance was still more than adequate.

The belt clicked just a little. The buttons and latches were noiseless, which Sheld appreciated. He wished to listen to the male's voice and the sounds he made, rather than those created by any cumbersome attire.

"...there is appreciable reason to believe that - "

The General kept his paws upon the black panther's hips even when he slipped slowly to his knees. It was easy, and natural to move his fingers under the hem of the red coat so that he could get onto the waist of the trousers that still unfortunately covered the Lieutenant's rear. He intended for that not to be the case for much longer. He was now ready to move, to ensure that the garment was removed with a most convenient of tugs.

The clothing slipped away and was disposed down onto the black panther's ankles, bunched away so that the General could play.

"Read..." he whispered.

Sheld's thumbs pried the Lieutenant's ass cheeks apart, to expose the cleft protected by that slightly jittery tail now. The musk produced was a pleasure for the older male's nose and encouraged him to sniff further upon the scent, to gather it for himself.

"Hmmmmrr..." his approval took the sound of a purr that rumbled pleasurably from the General's throat.

The Lieutenant was even more delicious without the separating fabric to annoy Sheld's approach onto his rear. He could practically taste the musk, enjoying how it caressed his senses and filled the General's mind with fantastic lust.

He desired, and he took what he wanted.

He fondled the warm butt cheeks in his palms while his muzzle charged for the attack. His patience was gone. He wanted what he considered to be his own, and he was about to plunder it at will.

"...regarding the expenditure for the signed telegraphs - "

He had to compliment Garhof's performance, Sheld thought, but let his mind work there only briefly. He was much too concerned with other things that had nothing to do with administrative matters.

The General was about to take command of the Lieutenant's body. He set onto the hazardous task by plundering his secret asshole with his slippery tongue.

" beyond - oh! - "

"Rhhmmd!"

It could have been a command to continue reading, but the Lieutenant was understandably distracted and his General's muzzle was now in another occupation and rather precariously placed between Garhof's lush butt cheeks of joy.

Garhof tried to read, he took his best effort but the General's tongue slithering back and forth over his wrinkled opening made it very difficult to continue the pretense of working when someone was actively eating out his rear.

He made a gallant effort of it. He enjoyed the tang of bare flesh and the noise his tongue created as it painted circles around the rapidly clenching pucker of the black panther's meaty opening. His cheeks were pressed onto another pair, which he still caressed with his fingers that kept on gripping into the new blissfully bare flesh and fur. Such substantial rear was hard to come by, was the General's experience, especially of the sort that was so pliable for exploration like the one he had the joy of sampling at this very moment.

The Lieutenant cleared his throat. The hem of his coat was now bulging at the front where his confused erection stood at full mast. Hot flashes went through his groin while the curiously hot breath and even warmer fleshly tongue played with him. The General was fully immersed in his task. The body was more than agreeable for him. It was a subject of lust and now he was taking all he could, and it was freely available.

The General gripped the furry hips even firmer and rolled his head from side to side, a curious caress if any, but it rubbed his lips and tongue all the more depthfully onto the youthful Lieutenant's asshole. His seasoned form of attack had the desired effect upon the pucker that kept dancing under the questing effects of the tongue that did not stop its motion of slippery rubbing on the Lieutenant's normally hidden bud.

The current positioning left nothing to be kept clandestine. The General's paws kept the black panther's rear well open and ready for the General's inspection and tasting. The slithery noise was as erotic as the feel of that forbidden hole pulsing with its potent energy, plastered with every attention that Sheld could muster onto this act. His gnawing jaw pressed into the soft taint and sent further sensations into the tight sack of Garhof's balls that were now snug and heavy, upon his body instead of their usual more mobile state between his legs. Sheld smelled the further arousal in the form of the erection of that barbed shaft, surely caressed continuously by the fabric of the cloth the Crown provided.

Such proud use for such cloth! the lustful General thought.

Like the coat still sheathed the Lieutenant's cock, his tail attempted to protect his rear virtue. His tail flicked from side to side, rather heavy with its entire length, against his better attempts to maintain it steady and not to smack the General's head with it. He felt it tousle his head furs and his ears but did not consider it a hindrance. There was a certain kind of sensuality to the feel, as well as the knowledge that what did it was his own tongue causing the said tail to swing in such a manner, perhaps out of its owner's control.

Sheld enjoyed the power, the knowledge of it almost as much as the simple act of tonguing the hole into submission. The brush of tongue, a rustle of fur, the rumble of the Lieutenant's valiant voice - his ears were filled with sounds that he found most lusty and comely. At the core of this was the domination of the Lieutenant's body through the rough, raspy contact of his tongue on Garhof's being. The undulating tongue made a wet mess of the black panther's anus. The ring muscle acted thoroughly confusedly under such play, clenched and pulsed while the tongue made repeated sliding swipes across its puckered surface.

"Uh!"

The noise was rather high-pitched, coming from the Lieutenant's maw. The General smiled privately, even with his muzzle still placed most intimately into the panther's cleft. His tongue pumped leisurely onto the hole, turning it pliable for his future intentions.

"Ah!"

The Lieutenant was beginning to sound very needy. Sheld barely noticed when his aide stopped reading the report and instead just tried to steady himself under the barrage of the General's tongue and paws making a playground of his rump.

General Sheld purred with the illicit pleasure of committing these acts. His own physical arousal was almost secondary to the joys of the thoughts that went through his mind on such a moment.

"S-sir!"

He slipped away almost drudgingly, but wanting more. The General stood up and pressed himself onto his aide's body again, this time meeting bare rear and with his paw moving between those ass cheeks so that he could caress the spit-soaked hole with his fingertips while his teeth touched upon the black panther's neck just above his collar.

"Ahh! Oh!" the cat almost yipped under the sensual domination that was in the teeth and the paws, and the weight and warmth of the body that was upon his own.

The General laughed, and ground himself to the firm, strong male standing on front of him.

"Attention!" the superior officer spoke in a voice most inappropriate for issuing barked out commands.

It had the desired effect, however. The flicky-eared black panther officer, red coat and all, placed his paws flat onto the General's desk. The bending over motion caused his rear to press even more firmly against Sheld's groin. The General grinned and humped onto the invitingly warm cushion of that bare ass for a passing moment, stoking his own pleasure and desire in the progress.

"Good..." said the General, with one paw caressing a silky hip, "very good..."

"T-thank you, sir..." murred the black panther.

Sheld released his own belt single-handedly, with the other still occupied playing with the base of the Lieutenant's errand tail. His erection sprang out, eager and ready, and found its way easily into the inviting valley between the Lieutenant's buns.

"...I think you deserve this now...for working so hard..." the General hissed.

"Ohhhh..." the Lieutenant exclaimed at the feel of the barbed member upon his rear, "ah yes...sir...please sir..."

Sheld bit his teeth. The grinding alone felt lovely, but he wanted much more. He wanted to rut the Lieutenant's springy ass until it leaked seed out of its confusedly yawning tight little hole. The mental image encouraged him to grab onto the Lieutenant's hips and to drive himself to the upturned, offered rump.

"Oh!"

The first thrusts simply raked his length through the Lieutenant's crack, but a tilt of both of their hips made the contact more appropriate, and caused the barbed tip to catch upon the loosened well of the black panther's hole.

"Ah, sir...please, sir!"

Garhof pushed his hips backwards wantonly. It helped the General in what he especially wanted to do now, to drive his entire shaft into the tight, hot grip of the Lieutenant's hole.

There was little resistance. The junior officer's hole relented and submitted with relative ease, accompanied by hisses and most infuriatingly pleasurable clenches of the once tight pucker while the fleshy length slipped inside the black panther's anus.

"Ohh..."

Garhof's head fell down as he took cock in his ass. The General rode the waves of pleasure relatively quietly but for a few hisses. He did not find it appropriate to be too enthusiastic now that he was finally inside the Lieutenant's wonderful heat. He still had to act in a manner that suited his rank, even with several inches of cock disappearing under the tail of a fellow soldier.

"Hmmrmr!" the Lieutenant was less constrained. He made a variety of barely muffled noises as a result of getting the thick cock in his ass. His back arched, shoulders, arms, everything braced to take the sheer energy of getting fucked by a strong man.

That is what the General did. His flexing hips drove the rest of his cock into the hot, tight sleeve of the black panther's tunnel through the hole he stretched open with every barbed inch.

He began to move back and forth as soon as his heavy nuts touched the Lieutenant's tight pair. The General was too horny to play it nice, but he also knew that Garhof could take everything he could give without issue.

The fuck in the firelight continued as heated and swift as it started. The bent over soldier was a sight to behold for Sheld, who admired the way his body flexed in an attempt to return every thrust humped into his plundered rear. The black panther's tail danced to its own tune while the hole underneath it was pummeled repeatedly by the General's substantially sized shaft. Thick, barbed cock disappeared into the hole with the barbs tugging on the tender rims of the pink little hole that was stretched into a mere line instead of its previous attractive wrinkle, before the inwards thrusts made it dimple backwards and send further heated pleasure through the Lieutenant's loins.

His cock swung back and forth whenever his body took another strong thrust from the rear. The hole on the tip oozed fat drops of clear, fragrant juice that strung down like pearls. The General's strong thrusts churned through the young male's rear and turned his ass into a wonderful source of pleasure for both of them.

Creaks of the table, slap of hips, the brush of fur, a clink of buckles and their breathing, the noises became louder with the intensity of the rut. The Lieutenant took the thrusts, panting and rumbling while the General continued the deep, ball-strapping thrusts. His paws, when not exploring the black panther's body, settled onto the hips to give him leverage to continue screwing the junior feline's arsehole to his heart's content.

He took onto the task with military precision. The Lieutenant's ass had no choice but to take everything the General dished out at him. Sheld's motions became hungrier, determined to drive himself and his partner into the throes of pleasure. His body craved the release after a whole day of sublimation and keeping every non-civilized impulse carefully in check. This was much more primal, just a pleasurable rut that he wanted to go on for as long as he could.

But it couldn't, of course, last forever. There was too much energy to expend and only so much stamina. The General's passion rose rapidly, with every hard bucking thrust into the Lieutenant, who served his superior in every lurid way by offering his ass for him to use however he pleased.

His clenching paws gripped onto fur. The thrusts became faster until he could not go faster unless the danger came of falling out of the tight little arse. Besides, the black panther sounded like he was at the end of his own tolerance, too, as to just how hard his ass could be fucked.

The heat became a burn, and with their bodies crashing together, it was over in a series of pulsing flashes of searing pleasure.

General Sheld sank himself to the root and let himself spew into the black panther's rear. The pulses of seed left his own body and entered the other in thick globs that would surely remain in place for a long time. Garhof hissed and closed his eyes when he felt himself become filled with the General's cum. It was perhaps the shock of this primal sensation that caused his own cock to spew. His own seed dribbled out of him and onto the desk without as much force, but the pleasure was equally searing. He even continued to buck his rump backwards to meet his General's hips, as if hoping to receive even more cock.

The parting of their bodies, when it came, was sloppy and musky. The General stepped backwards with his cock in proud attention. The Lieutenant gave this a bashful look. His own tail was still shifted to the side and did not hide the pearly trickle in his own dark-furred taint. The General saw this lustfully and briefly considered another go at it.

"Agreeable," said General Sheld.

"Oh...thank you, sir," the pantsied Lieutenant commented almost shyly.

Sheld reached with his paw and rubbed on the decadent trail of cum he had made onto the Lieutenant's crack. He licked whatever he scooped up onto his fingerpad and enjoyed the taste greatly.

"Good, good..." smirked the General.

"T-thank you, sir!"

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