Gathered
My longest story so far, if you can call it a story. Seeing as my total views for each story seems to be based directly on the number of penises involved, I expect this one to bring in more than ever!
Every hair had to be just right. Mahiri sat in his bedroom, brushing at his long mane of red headfur, nibbling his fur here and there. He was soaped, shampooed, scrubbed, soaked, and generally fussed over from head to toe so that everything about him would be presentable and perfect. His hair kept wanting to brush to the side and mess up, and so he kept combing it until he was happy. By the time he got his coat on, every little bit of his fur had been carefully worked over and straightened. His natural gleam came out at his best. Everything seemed to be in order.
He was, as was customary of him at almost any given moment, a nervous little leopard that evening. Never before had he been to this ... certain type of party. Parties and other such gatherings, sure. But this one was going to be more than just an exchange of pleasantries, to say the least. Somehow, he'd been talked into it by his friend Kamili, and they were all to meet at 8:00 at some tiger's house. He didn't know who would be there, he didn't know how many, he just knew what was going to happen. And as much as he enjoyed that kind of thing, it always got him apprehensive.
Fortunately, it wasn't too much of a walk. Just down the street and on the corner. The tiger was a student like Mahiri, so he didn't have some grand, elaborate place to host in. It was just another of those little student places, divided up and unremarkable, with two feet or so of yard to its name. Dressed in his usual denims - nothing else was really his style - the leopard walked to the front door and knocked, then rang the doorbell when he noticed its obvious glow just to the right of the doorknob. The cat who answered left poor Mahiri slightly agape and feeling very much inadequate.
Shirtless, his bright, striped form showed off impressive musculature and yet was so very soft and inviting. For a moment, the leopard felt the urge to just reach out and caress, but he stopped short of that. Simply chiselled, the tiger stood tall above the fellow feline, and seemed to glow with sheer masculinity. His face was regal and striking, intimidating even, the best his species had to offer, and he was grinning.
"Leopard. Early bird, aren't we? Come in, you've been volunteered to help get set up." The tiger spoke in a slow, strangely sensual rumble, taking his time with every syllable. "By your rosettes I'd say you're Mahiri. I'm Sarteegan - Sarty if that rolls off the tongue better."
"Hiya," the leopard simply said. He already felt foolish. This was so not him. He wasn't the sort to go to orgies. But if all the attendants were going to be as attractive as this tall, strong tiger inviting him in, maybe it'd be worth the embarrassment. Something about that striped fur made him just want to sink into his embrace and be kept safe in his warmth... but for the moment, he stepped inside.
Sarteegan strode away, leaving in his wake a swish of his sweet scent. Ah, yes, he was the malest kind of males, the kind that had girly types like Mahiri squealing at a glance, the kind the leopard brought to mind in his most private of moments. But, huh, he didn't really walk like the muscular stud he appeared to be. It was all a bit... swishy. Far be it from Mahiri to point fingers to feminine qualities, but that struck him as a bit funny. Big guy, tough, sexy, but with a flick of his tail and a swing of his hips as he walked off, almost as if he were teasing the leopard with the prospect of getting at his backside. Or maybe it was just the way he walked.
Mahiri stood waiting, not really sure what to do, until the tiger came back with a tray of drinks, handing them off to the leopard. He wasn't sure what they were, but they were colourful and fruity-smelling and had umbrellas. They'd go well with all the gay sex, he mused.
"Put those out on the table in there, will you?" Sarty slowly asked. "Arrange with love."
Smiling a bit, feeling shy, Mahiri nodded and carried off the sparkling drinks, taking care not to trip over a shoe or the like in the tidy little home. That was the last thing he needed, to send a cascade of drinks across the room of someone he hoped to impress. The table was easy enough to reach, though the display found there gave him pause. Lubes, oils, even a few sex toys as if there wasn't going to be enough phallic presence already, it certainly gave Mahiri an idea of what to expect. Pillows and towels were strewn all about the floor in the large living room. A soft, throbbing electronic tune played over a big stereo. He took a breath and tried not to think about all the ways he could royally screw up and make a fool out of himself. Hopefully Kamili would be there soon, so there'd be someone he knew - if someone who he knew was a little wild.
The tiger clapped his paws as he entered. "Nicely done, nicely done. If I'm not mistaken, we're almost all set..."
Swishing his tail, he brushed right past the leopard and drew the blinds, dimming the room, letting only a few traces of the sunny day's light slip inside. He nodded, hands on his hips as he observed the whole room, and then grinned towards the leopard.
"That'll do it. Now - looks like we have time to kill. And you're still all dressed? Shame, shame."
Mahiri gave a little gasp at the directness with which he was spoken to. Looking over his encumbering clothing, he vaguely grasped at a few buttons of his top and seemed to look for confirmation.
"Yes, off with it. You tease me with a mere few rosettes."
The leopard nodded and began to strip himself out of his top, forgetting to put on any sort of show. He simply peeled it off of his lean, firm form and piled it neatly in a bare corner. The tiger was watching him with clearly lusty eyes.
"And the rest, of course. I insist."
Silently, Mahiri watched the attractive fellow looking him over, hoping just a bit desperately that he liked what he saw. His bright fur and markings were already nicely on display, and just being looked at like that was bringing a little arousal to his loins. He hoped it wouldn't be noticeable once he was naked. There was no choice in his mind but to comply with the wishes, stepping slowly out of his pants and everything else, his sheath bobbing free. Modest, but respectable. Sarteegan was licking his lips by then, working some of the oils into his paws as he looked the leopard up and down.
"Need a rub?"
Mahiri furrowed. "A rub?"
Caressing his paws together, spreading the glistening oils over fingers and pads, the tiger simply nodded. "A body like that could use a massage, I'd say. I know these things."
"Ooh... I'd like that," the leopard quickly agreed. It was usually the case that he was on the rubbing side of a massage. "So, should I...?"
"Flat on the floor, hot stuff. Show me that sexy back of yours."
The compliments had Mahiri's tail swishing and jumping excitedly, and he found a pillow to lay his head on as soon as he could, so that he could hide slowly rising erection by laying out on his belly. The tiger was soon beside him, kneeling, breathing over him. It made the leopard feel entirely at his mercy, under his control, just for being in his presence like that. He was tense. When Sarty's paws came forth to caress up and down his back, spreading the oil, he was rigid all over, including between the legs.
"Relax," Sarteegan insisted.
Mahiri tried to, but it didn't matter whether he tried or not, soon enough. It came naturally. The soothing caress of those slippery fingers running up and down his spine sent pleasant chills through him. And when the bigger cat took a hold of his shoulders and began to knead, he found himself groaning at first, tensions being rubbed out of him, before settling into a low purr as those fingers worked expertly over him. They dug into his muscles and rolled all the way down his back. Fingers, palms, knuckles, all were grinding against him so perfectly, dipping down to the deepest knots and working them out of the leopard's feminine body. A light tingle came with the complete relaxation that was coming over his muscles with every tenderizing knead. Wonderful paws worked up and down his back, over his neck and head, up to his ears to pinch and pull. It left Mahiri slumped and almost dreaming, his eyes closed, a smile on his face.
Another chill came over him as he felt fingers gliding down his spotted form, teasing over his rump and tail for just a moment before they were titillating his legs. But it was his feet the tiger was after, and he clasped one up from the ground in both paws, his thumbs soon digging in against the sensitive pads, making the leopard moan outright. Oily fingers smeared against his toes and squeezed his claws out, only to let them retract again. Powerful massages then came up the leopard's legs, behind his knees, then squeezing his thighs. From head to toe, he was calm and content, flopped and more or less helpless, ready to just nod off to sleep at any moment. But the massage wasn't over just yet.
As unceremoniously as he had moved on to any other part of him, the tiger brought his paws up to grip at the spotted feline's rump, and he pressed in tightly to test the firm muscle there. Thumbs were once more put to fine use in digging in, and this time the leopard wasn't able to just lay there and enjoy himself. His back arched and he gave a mrowl, sensitive there even if the touching hadn't graduated to the sexual sort just yet. Sarty seemed to be enjoying himself, judging by the way he worked all over those spotted cheeks, squeezing and rubbing and pressing down hard. And was that arousal hinted in the air? Mmm, to think that the studly tiger was getting the same satisfaction out of the whole-body rubbing as the leopard was...
Sarteegan's intent became clear soon enough. Those nimble fingers of his weren't afraid to explore, and in between clutches and pushes to the sensitive muscle, he snuck a few quick caresses under the leopard's tail. The got a strangely kitten-like mewl out of the smaller cat, his eyes opening once more. He was no less relaxed, but suddenly he was very much awake. The teasing continued until it was the main focus, a finger carefully trailing a circle around Mahiri's tightness, the other paw busy holding cheek to the side to allow for access. It had the leopard stretching out his arm and legs and squirming back and forth, his lingering arousal suddenly mattering much more as it rubbed against the towel beneath him. He was wet with excitement. He wanted that big cat, but he wasn't going to get him unless he was patient, it seemed. It wasn't going to be easy.
Teasing became more than just that as the tiger began to sink his adventurous finger into the leopard's backside, spreading out the tight hole as he rumbled near his ear. He didn't quite purr but it was a similar sound. His tongue came out to swish against Mahiri's cheek, and he slowly began to taste his way downwards over the oil-streaked cat's body. The leopard arched and shook as he felt that raspy tongue working over his back, down and down, until it was licking up against his tail, curling under it and joining the single finger down there. Breath was hot and heavy against Mahiri - they were both just as excited.
Removing the finger, Sarteegan replaced it with his tongue, slurping up and down over the smooth rear of the leopard, leaving him gripping the pillow beneath him and moaning, raising his hips a little for easy access, swishing back and forth without really meaning to. His voice silently grasped for expressions of elation, finding just a faint whisper that was agreeable to what was being done. He certainly wasn't going to protest the move from massage to more intimate touching.
That tongue worked him up and down good and hard, enough that his body slid back and forth with the motions of the tiger's licking each time, his tailhole giving pulses as pleasure surged through him. His member throbbed, desperate for attention as it ground beneath him. That would have to do for now. When the licks seemed like they could get no firmer, they turned more precise and worked the leopard over almost to the point of digging inside. As the tiger worked, Mahiri could feel him rustling, hear him working at his pants, slipping free of them with only a few irregular bobs of his head, which just mashed his tongue into indulged rear all the firmer.
It was only natural that the big tiger's body would overtake the smaller cat's as he moved his naked stripes to mount onto the leopard from behind. Mahiri couldn't see his nakedness, but he soon knew it was there when a firm, thick member was slid up between the cheeks of his rump, treating it like a hotdog bun as he rubbed up and down. Heavy and lightly barbed, Sarteegan didn't fall victim to the feline smallness in terms of girth, and he had a hefty set of furred orbs bumping up against Mahiri's own that were full and pulsing. He wanted it so bad. He wanted to feel sac bouncing against his while cock plunged deep inside of him, tiger seed spread into his rump. Moaning and mewling and rumbling, he slid back and forth to grind against that pulsing shaft as much as he could, letting the barbs tease his tailhole, making him shudder with anticipation. Those were going to feel so good darting in and out of him.
The tiger's teeth lightly bit down on Mahiri's scruff, which naturally made him compliant and submissive. Nothing painful, just a light grip to keep him in place and remind him who was boss. Sarteegan might have been big and dominant compared to little Mahiri, but he was pretty gentle guy, and he went about the next stage of things slowly and almost as soothingly as the massage he'd given. Or at least it would have been soothing had the leopard not been so worked up and desperate to be penetrated. He wigged some, trying to get himself lined up with the tiger, but the striped cat was insistent on taking his time, lightly nibbling the leopard as he slid cock down to the base of his tail, getting in position for the penetration.
Finally, there came the pressure, the wonderful feeling of being slowly spread out by an eager shaft, the muscular body pressed down against Mahiri's own, pinning him lightly. The tiger pressed and pressed, and it seemed like so much for so little progress, just the slightest bit slipping inside the leopard. And what little he got had him desperate for more, Mahiri thumping his legs down once and sliding back and forth, trying to defeat the casually dominant hold, to take his treat before he had earned it, in a sense. Still Sarteegan eased his way downwards, popping the very tip of his smooth-so-far cock into the eager leopard's rear, nibbling him some more, rumbling deeply in his ears. Heat rushed between and around the two of them. The leopard yowled. He wanted it, he wanted it...
At last, there came a more productive push, and Mahiri could feel those precise little barbs stimulating his insides. All his muscles at once wanted to move in response, but almost all of them were pinned tight as the tiger held him in place as he penetrated him. Once those bumps were inside, more shaft followed, and the pace increased, the leopard feeling an exhilaration of pleasure rushing into him as he was so smoothly and so delicately mounted. He was mewling like a kitten, his voice just as captive as his body under the dominant tiger's control, but he managed a rumble when he felt cock hilting inside of him, along with the gentle nuzzle of fuzzy sac.
He wanted to be just pounded, roughed up, he wanted everything he could get. It wouldn't come, not yet. The tiger began his mating with a slow, sensual rub around, getting to know intimately all of the leopard's sensitive spots, where it made him jolt, where it made him yelp, where it made him moan. And when he seemed satisfied that he knew what he was doing, his powerful hips began to very slowly pump back and forth against the leopard's backside, causing the smaller cat's body to slide along with the movement. Slow, but so very firm, and so very exact, stimulating him in places that had his shaft twitching and building towards climax, at the very peak of hardness.
The pace rose, but so gradually that Mahiri didn't notice he was being humped into any faster until Sarty was going a whole lot faster. He went wide-eyed and gasped for a moment, and then scrunched up his face and gave his deepest feline noises, acting the leopardess in heat for the mighty tiger. His body was shaken and pounded, not harshly, but powerfully, every stroke reminding him who was subordinate at this place in time. The pace was hastening, flying out of control. From slow rub there had come a deep, firm pounding, one that had thick tiger cock ramming into the tender rump of the leopard again and again.
Peaks came and went. The pleasure ramped up in the leopard's body to a surging, tingling high, his tailhole clenching, his shaft twitching and dripping. He could feel the cum inside him, so very close to being driven out from the stimulation to his rear alone. But the tiger knew, and just as Mahiri felt he was about to rush into climax, the great striped cat slowed just a little, leaving the leopard at his peak, driven wild, gritting his teeth, even growling some, feeling almost feral with pleasure. His mind was a rushing haze of nothing, no thoughts but sex, but the sweet thrusting that plunged into him again and again, driving him so close, so high.
Mahiri could feel the wetness building inside of him as the tiger's member grew dampened with arousal and pleasure, and eventually the moisture was enough that those pounding drives were slickly lubed along and going faster. Not much longer now. Pleasure was making muscles twitch, shudders of delight running down his spine. Any moment now.
When climax came, it was at Sarteegan's command. The powerful tiger wasn't relenting anymore when Mahiri came throbbing close to his finish. He gave it his all and left the spotted feline sandwiched between pillow and lusty cat, deep rumbles and near roars passing between the two of them in a cacophony of pleasured felines. Mahiri's shaft gave a great jerk and then all the tension, all the buildup melted away in those sweet few moments of absolute bliss. The seed rushed out of him, splattering beneath him and over him, at the same time as he got deeply filled, torrents being poured inside again and again, the heat spreading through him and leaving him feeling contented. At last, with a final thrust, the messy finish was done with, leaving the two panting cats to snuggle together and enjoy the afterglow that had every one of the leopard's muscles as relaxed as they'd been during the massage, his every need satisfied and his nerves overloaded.
With a lick to the leopard's head, Sarty finally spoke, already having caught his breath. "You, my friend, are a delicious little kitty. We're going to have a lot of fun at this little gathering."
Mahiri blinked at the realization. "You mean... more?"
"Oh, much more." Groaning as he pulled back and out of the leopard, the tiger patted him on the shoulder. "That was... a bit vigorous for a warm up, I admit, but soon there will be more guests. You'll want more. Believe me."
Slowly turning over, still all oily, Mahiri began to wipe himself off on a towel beneath him, wiggling his body back and forth cutely until he was handed one of those strangely delicious-smelling drinks. Sarteegan sat down beside him, still naked and hot all over, sipping one of his own, an arm around the smaller cat, hugging him close to his side. The leopard warmly snuggled into him, enjoying his heat and his pleasant scent, taking a taste of the mysterious drink and finding it to his liking. It wasn't long that they were waiting, tightly pressed together and relaxed, when the doorbell rang. That got the host off his feet, leaving Mahiri to his sipping, setting the glass aside when he was done.
Suddenly, the leopard felt exposed. It was a new someone, probably someone he'd never met before, and he was going to meet him with everything revealed, the smell of sex in the air, still full of another male's seed. Crossing his legs and straightening up, he tried not to put himself too fully on display but there was only so much he could hide. Fortunately, it was no stranger, but rather Kamili, the hyena who'd talked him into this crazy adventure in the first place, who showed up.
He was giggling and stripping before he was even in the room, showing off his golden-brown, spotted fur and his lean, feminine form. Built much like Mahiri, he was actually a little bit smaller and yet had a certain way about him that had gotten him the upper hand when the two of them had been together intimately that one time. Put simply, he was a bit of a wild one, and showed it as he laughed and danced his way over into the room, fondling at himself once he'd got his pants off and grinning rather savagely at the leopard. They were friends and all but Kamili liked to play up a little species rivalry at times, and frankly he intimidated Mahiri a bit when he was at his wildest. But then, lots of things intimidated the spotty cat.
"Hey kitties! You smell like sex. Do you mean to say you got it on without me? I hope it was filmed!"
"Oh, yes, with my hidden spy cameras," the tiger joked, provoking a brief startled response from the leopard until he caught on that it was just humour. Striding over to the spotted cat, Sarteegan gave his head a rub and scritched him behind the ear. "It'd have been worth filming though, mmmm."
Mahiri blushed and then softly smiled to the hyena, a bit embarrassed still to be sitting there naked in front of him, but at least he had returned the favour. And now that he got a better look at that warm brown form before him, all those lovely spots adorning a smooth and curvy body, he had to admit he liked what he saw. Feline stamina or no, he was going to need a moment before he thought about doing anything... oh, but there came a spotted rump right into his lap, grinding into him while the owner giggled and licked Mahiri's face.
"Sounds like you're fitting in just fine, 'hiri. I get a turn, right? Let's make awesome together."
Mahiri winced, his sensitive shaft pressed up between firm cheeks and being ground against, erecting slowly but surely. Was he going to get to be on top? That'd be a pleasant change of pace... so rarely was he the one in control of things. Not that he minded. And not that he was necessarily going to be getting control, as the wild hyena rubbed all over him and pushed him back a little, so he was half sitting, half lying with the cute spotty in his lap.
Smirking some, Mahiri stuck his tongue out at Kamili as he groped his hips, eventually moving to the fine spotted rump which he was hoping to get a piece of. "What's this? Aren't you the great hunter?"
Pushing him some more, the hyena got the leopard right down on his back, sitting on his cock and sliding back and forth against it. "Oh, don't worry, I've got you under control," he giggled back.
The tiger meanwhile took a seat leaning against the wall, watching the two feminine males going at it with his shaft in his paw, slowly stroking himself up and down, a bit lazily. Mahiri caught his groans here and there but he was mostly focussed on the hyena in his lap, who was now starting to go for penetration just by shifting his rump around and finding the tip of the leopard's cock. He needed a paw of assistance eventually, taking the leopard's member and pulling it up to press against his tailhole. And then, he just sat down and let the pressure build and the modest, barbed cat cock sink into him all at once, leaving both of them moaning and clutching at each other.
Sarteegan could be heard a bit short of breath at the very sight of them, while he worked himself over and let the two of them go at it. Mahiri bit his lip and then squeezed tightly at Kamili's rump, holding him in place while he gave a few thrusts upwards. He might have been underneath the lean fellow's weight, but he wasn't helpless, and the hyena responded by bumping his rump right into those little motions. It was a tad awkward, the way Kamili was seated on the pinned leopard's shaft, but that didn't stop the two of them from humping and grinding into each other as best they could, not really finding a rhythm so much as just going at each other as quickly and firmly as they could. It gave the appearance of the cat trying to buck his rider off, while the spotty did everything he could to remain in place.
He was still a bit worn out from his previous, powerful orgasm, but Mahiri found his feline stamina working out for him, allowing him to maintain his firmness and build in pleasure as he slid back and forth into the tight, round rump of the hyena. The black-fleshed cock of Kamili was bobbing with their vigorous movements, so Mahiri reached down and took hold of it, using it for leverage as he worked his hips underneath the pinning weight. His sac tapped into the hyena again and again as they worked. Kamili giggled in that distinct hyena way with his pleasure. Mahiri responded with some rumbles and rowls, more masculine than when he'd been with the tiger.
Eventually, that stroking got the leopard's paw wet, getting spurted on with pre as Kamili tensed up around the leopard's cock, bringing the same spurting from the cat. Mahiri felt himself less and less in control as those bounces and thrusts atop his lap grew firmer and more focussed. The best he could do was keep working himself back and forth, trying to keep up. He soon was met with the lips of his good friend as the flexible fellow bent right forth and smooched him deeply for a moment before straightening and getting back to the riding. Even tenser and tighter, he was driving the leopard to a climax, the way he squeezed down around barbed shaft and pumped up and down on it, so smoothly, so warmly.
This wasn't going to be a prolonged peak. The way Kamili was riding, hammering himself onto the leopard's member so firmly, so swiftly, he was going to drive them both to orgasm as fast as possible. The paw upon the hyena's cock squeezed and stroked, bringing twitches and pumps from the smooth length, gushes of pre, cackles of delight. Mahiri deeply rumbled, tensing up, lifting his hips, holding himself as deeply as possible. Kamili clenched down, rapidly contracting, before starting to spray his cum over the cat's belly and chest, some of it even reaching his lips to be licked away. The tightness, the squeezing, that set the leopard off. He tossed his head back, nearly roaring, and let forth another fresh spray of his seed, hardly dampened by previous release. Rope after rope of hot leopard spunk filled the hyena, creating a sloshing as the two of them kept moving together, milking out the last of their climaxes together.
The panting hyena settled down and just sat on Mahiri's shaft for a while afterwards, rubbing his chest and grinning to him, eventually rising off of the member a little so he could give a bunch of licks to the face and nibbles to the cat's ears. Purring, Mahiri licked back and smiled, rubbing over the cheeks of the fine rump he'd filled, feeling proud of himself even if he hadn't exactly been the one doing the work. Kamili pulled himself off slowly, letting the cum drip, until finally he popped free and flopped over the leopard's form, snuggling up close to him.
A glance over to the tiger revealed a satisfied expression and a spattering of cum on his belly, his black member dripping against his thigh. Mahiri hadn't actually noticed the colour of his member earlier, he had been a bit sidetracked. He was left out with his pinkness. Another glance revealed something else as well; there stood in the doorway to the room two more guests, or at least they were assumed to be, looking quite amused at the sexy scene.
One of them was a lizard of some sort, impossible to miss with his sheer size that made him nearly have to duck to get through the doorway. His scales looked smooth and they shone, looking so very inviting to snuggle up to and he was rippled all over with muscle. He grinned with an impressive set of curved teeth that appeared somewhat draconic, and he had a pair of bright reptilian eyes that were somehow friendly even in their dark red tone. Like the tiger, he carried that massive, powerful frame of his in a friendly and inviting way, so that the leopard was more attracted than he was intimidated - not that he wasn't at least a little bit nervous about meeting someone new and sexy.
The fellow beside him was much less hulking, but no less enticing. He was a deer, with a full set of antlers and a fairly lean, athletic body. Not unlike the leopard and hyena, he had a broad set of hips and a somewhat feminine figure, one with some smooth curves rather than just bulky muscle. His face was bright and youthful, his brown eyes warm and gentle, even though he wore a smirk that hinted at some inner playfulness. While he was pretty well toned and looked sturdy for a smaller guy, standing beside the lizard made him look pretty petite indeed.
Sarteegan rose lazily to greet them, not bothering to do anything about the smear of semen on his front side, his member flopping down half-firm as he stood. "Ah, Saul, Ogden," he said, indicated the reptile and cervine in turn. "Glad you could make it. We've been having a little fun already, as you can see. Meet Kamili and Mahiri."
The two of them waved when their names were said, exchanged a bit of a chuckle over introducing themselves in their cum-splattered states. The two new guests entered side by side and stood considering their options before Sarteegan ushered them over to the two laying males who got themselves to their feet and regarded the new arrivals as they casually stripped out of their clothing, making piles to the side of the main pillowed and towelled area. In their own ways, Mahiri observed, they looked so very smooth, Saul with his glistening scales, Ogden with his warm fur, and before he knew what he was doing he was pressed up against the reptile's belly, only tall enough to nuzzle his lower chest. It was just how he expected it to be; firm, smooth, a little slippery even, a bit cool to the touch in the heat of the room.
"Hello there, little buddy," the lizard said in a soft, soothing kind of voice. "I have to commend your choice of who to rub yourself against."
Mahiri stepped back some at the comment and felt himself blushing, though it wouldn't show much beneath his fur. "Er, sorry. That just kind of came out of me, don't know-"
He was interrupted by a large, powerful arm wrapping around him and pulling him close, keeping him quite effectively pinned while at the same time being ever so gentle to him
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"Let's skip the apologies and get to the fun, shall we?"
Staring upwards, Mahiri found himself slightly agape at the thought of getting sexed up by the big lizard, wondering if he'd regret letting such a towering, strong fellow have free reign over his body. He didn't question who was going to be in charge, that was obvious. Simply nodding, he grinned some and nuzzled some more smooth-scaled chest.
The other three gathered together just a little ways away, and probably were getting to work at some fun of their own. The leopard couldn't really see what they were up to, on account of the large distraction hugging at him. Though out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn he saw that fairly small deer fellow on top of the tiger, behind him, with the hyena on top of that. That didn't seem right. The moaning and gasping of the three's sex were given only minor notice as Mahiri stared up, and then down at the reptile before him.
He wasn't like some reptiles with the inconspicuous slit between his legs and nothing visible outside. It was all there, scaled sac and sheath slowly drawing back and giving way to a pointed, pink erection that was rising just from being close to the little leopard. Mahiri stared for a good while, provoking a chuckle from the lizard, until he finally felt the urge to touch, reaching down and stroking over that curiously shaped cock. It looked a bit like a spear, with the way it tapered and with the pointed head, but thankfully it wasn't sharp to the touch as the leopard brushed his paw from the base up to the tip, rubbing his palm in against it until he felt pre on his skin.
Mahiri was going to crouch down and lick it, but he found himself restrained by the unstoppable force of Saul's grip. The lizard wanted him up, and with a hand under each of the leopard's arms, he was easily able to take him right off his feet, dangling helplessly in the air. Mahiri could only watch as he was carried along, not squirming in the slightest, just letting the powerful male have his way in every way possible. He soon felt a wall behind him, propping him up as Saul's grip shifted downwards. Scaly hands went gliding along fur down Mahiri's sides until they were gripping at his thighs and a little of his rump, lifting his legs, spreading them out so the big fellow could move between them.
The leopard found himself short of breath, his eyes bright and helpless, full of admiration as he was manipulated just right. Saul leaned down and gave him a kiss before pressing his chest up against the little cat's body, pinning him tightly against the wall so that the support of his hands was hardly even needed. Mahiri's body shook a little, pinned there, exposed and all the lizard's. There came from him a bit of a hiss as Saul pressed forth, slipping his erect member to the base of the leopard's tail, pressing about and poking, teasing with pressure to his tailhole for a few moments before going back to prodding around and rubbing against the cheeks of that spotted rump.
Moaning, the cat felt himself squirming without even trying to, trying to guide that teasing cock into him with bumps and grinds of his hips, as best he could in that elevated position. It made for plenty of rubbing of fur against bare erection, getting the lizard good and hard, while the leopard's member bobbed and was pressed against scaly belly, not needing any attention to stay firm and grow damp at the tip. Mahiri tensed as he felt himself resting on that tapered tip at last, kept from sliding down on it only by the force of the reptilian body pressed against his, gravity teasing at him and giving the slightest bit of pressure inwards, not quite penetration but almost. Almost.
It wasn't through falling but through Saul's careful, precise raising of his hips and pulling of the leopard's thighs that the pointed lizard cock at last pressed into tight feline rump. Spreading him out, an inch popped in, and then with a hard thrust, all of it at once, making the leopard yelp as he was so suddenly overwhelmed with girth, clenching down for a few moments and closing his eyes tight. But he could manage, he wasn't hurt, just surprised. And so very taken by the muscular reptile, laying his head back, gazing affectionately up at the lizard's face as he felt that shaft buried in him, leaving him twitching and groaning where he was held.
There wasn't much he could do but be the recipient of everything Saul wanted to throw at him, and that seemed to work fine for the big lizard. He started moving against the leopard's body slowly and deliberately, thrusting upwards along smoothly and carefully at first, but certainly not weakly. Mahiri felt his breath being knocked out of him with each hard, jarring thrust, and he was moaning the whole time, loving it. The pace was gradually picking up, but Saul was all about power, driving each thrust home with all his scaly muscle, and yet not doing anything but pleasuring the leopard. It should have been uncomfortable, but it was nothing but bliss that had the cat spurting out his pre and tightening gradually around the lizard cock, so that each of those powerful thrusts had to come in a little harder each time to sink in all the way.
Throwing his arms up over the lizard's shoulders, Mahiri clung close and let himself be taken, trying his best to move against the motions into him but not accomplishing much. One thing was clear, he was being taken for a ride, he wasn't doing the riding here. He could hear the wall creaking behind him as he was thrusted against it harder and harder, his body jolting with the pleasure of each grinding pound into him. For a moment he wondered if he'd be sent crashing right through the wall... or maybe if he'd break in two himself. He was being so deeply ravaged, his rump bouncing up and down atop the reptilian cock. His eyes were mostly closed, his teeth locked tight and showing a sort of unintentional snarl.
Saul caught onto that and gave the cat a playful, though still intimidating snarl right back, clenching those curved teeth as he held the cat tight and humped into him. Mahiri could feel the tingle of orgasm being brought out by that thrusting cock alone, needing no stimulation to his own member again to go over, and he squirmed and tried to buck himself into those hard thrusts in order to drive on that deep, overwhelming pleasure that was overtaking his body. But again, there wasn't much he could do, and he was left to be subjected to the slow, methodical, powerful motions of the lizard, every scaled muscle seeming set on giving it to the leopard as hard as possible.
There was no need to go flying out of control and pound as hard as could be, those slow, slightly brutal motions were going to send the cat over well enough. He didn't want to climax before his partner, especially when he was hardly doing any of the work, but the way that tapered head caught inside him with each drag backwards was making him shake and moan out desperately. His insides flexed and contracted, the twitches spreading all throughout his body, especially to his member where it pressed against the lizard's belly. He gave a faint mewl, and then a gasp, the most noise he could manage so short of breath. There was no holding it back, he was cumming.
His teeth remained clenched tightly, his eyes scrunched shut as he shook with pleasure, the hot, hammering stimulation in his rear sending tingles all throughout his body. Finally, he managed a cry out, and then was left just gasping as his seed burst from his shaft, hitting those scales and dripping down them, clenching down on the pounding shaft and keeping it from moving much. Mahiri could feel reptilian muscle flexing all around him as he was pressed into scales even more closely as before, the last few hard thrusts into him coming just as fast as they were hard. An eruption of seed echoed his splatter, jolting his body with each rope of the hot stuff that was splashed into him it came so hard. Sheer warmth spread throughout the leopard's body along with relief and relaxation as his orgasm died down, and he became more or less just dead weight in the lizard's grip as Saul finished off his own climax, leaning down to lick Mahiri's head with that forked tongue of his.
"Good kitty."
Hazy-eyed and entirely at ease in the aftershock of his climax, Mahiri smiled and glanced up at Saul, purring some and wiggling his rump, which probably made it all the harder to hold onto his slumped form. Of course, strength wasn't something the lizard lacked in. The leopard remained suspended there for a while, lazy and relaxing, still smirking and turning to watch the scene going on nearby. It was as he had thought he'd seen, the tiger underneath the deer who was underneath the hyena, the biggest on bottom and the smallest on top. The three of them were grinding to a close, just topping off their own finishes it seemed, their toned bodies all rubbing into one another and grinding to a halt, in more ways than one. Mahiri chuckled a bit at the sight before turning his gaze back to Saul, simply staring at him in silent thanks for the sex.
Exhaustion clung to Mahiri once he was slowly pulled from and set down on his feet, wobbling and then using the wall for support. That was three orgasms now, all of them strong, and he probably wasn't going to be getting away with just resting for the rest of the little party, he figured. His breath still wouldn't quite come back to him after having been knocked out from the firm lizard fuckings. It wasn't long that he was resting there against the wall that he was joined by another slightly breathless male. Ogden slung an arm over the leopard's back and gave him a kiss on the cheek as he leaned forth alongside him, chuckling.
"You look tired, Mahiri. Don't worry too much, I think you're going to like what I've got in mind."
At first Mahiri simply gave a look of disbelief. He was fairly certain that after three finishes, any more sex wasn't going to end as spectacularly. But once he had a good look over the deer, the way their bodies shared those same feminine curves alongside more masculine musculature, he had to admit he was interested.
"Yeah?" he lightly panted.
"C'mere," the deer insisted as he took a seat and then stretched right out on his back, reaching up to take Mahiri's paw in the process. The leopard observed the outstretched form of the deer with some confusion until he parted his thighs, giving his hips a few rises and falls to show off the bob of his shaft. "Put your mouth on it and I'll return the favour."
Simple as that. Mahiri hesitated a moment, looking up and down the deer's fine form, half-wondering in the back of his head whether Ogden had any trouble trusting a predator with his cock. All evidence pointed to no. Finally, with a swish of his tail, the leopard got up from against the wall and came slinking over, setting a foot on either side of the deer's head, taking care not to step on his antlers, and coming down over him with a shaft that was still semi-erect, but not entirely full. He stretched out and pressed his legs between the deer's thighs, taking a little sniff at first to sample the scent of virile buck. He'd never been with one of the cervine persuasion before. Finding things to his liking, he nosed down at furred sheath and reached down to start fondling balls, feeling a licking to his half-exposed shaft coming in return.
Part of him thought he'd be able to stave off his tiredness by getting back to more sex, but it just wasn't going away. As he started to lick and kiss around, getting Ogden slowly worked up, visibly rising under the attentions of the leopard's rough tongue, Mahiri felt himself weak, having trouble focussing, almost wanting to just lay down and forget about the whole orgy business. It took a sudden enveloping of his cock within the buck's muzzle to remind him why abandoning things wasn't a good idea. That warm maw felt so wonderful around his well-worked shaft, leaving him purring as he pressed his face in against balls and sheath, erecting gradually and nearing fullness by the time the deer began to suckle softly.
The sight of a striped and spotted form both kneeling before the reptile caught his eyes between licks and nuzzles to the deer, as it seemed the other three were getting along just fine while he and Ogden did their stuff. His attention returned back to the deer soon after as he felt an erection sliding up against his lips, almost pushing through simply with the force of its firming alone. Kissing it, he made the buck moan before he trapped the tip in his lips and began to swirl his tongue around it. The response was a deep suckle on that mostly erect shaft of his, with a tongue pressing firmly into his barbs to bring the yelping out of the cat.
Still, Mahiri was tired, and he proceeded slowly and much more gradually than the deer was going, already sucking him off firmly before he had erected all the way. That was fixed pretty easily though, as the smooth glide of lips and teasing caresses of tongue got him to a fullness he hadn't been sure he'd reach again so soon. Gripping the base of Ogden's shaft and sheath, Mahiri began to stroke it some while slowly pressing it between his lips, sucking on the head deeply and then going farther a little at a time. Every inch he stuffed into his mouth was one he was rewarded for with a deep suck from tip to base on behalf of the deer, who wasn't afraid to deepthroat a little to ensure the whole member was attended to. Mahiri could feel the emptiness he thought he had in his balls leaving him, the churning beginning and the gradual buildup to climax starting fresh.
Mahiri gripped at the deer's smooth hips to brace himself as he took in more and more shaft, sucking and bobbing on it as he went, getting it good and wet while he received suckles in return. The two of them before long seemed to be contesting who could give the better sucks, every bob of Mahiri's head being answered by an even firmer, suckling thrust of lips down barbed shaft and back up again. It had the leopard moaning around the deer member at first, feeling as if he'd been bested, but he soon decided that he wasn't going to lose without a fight! And that fight consisted of a see-saw of deep-throating, slurping bobs, with lips touching sheathes and sacs being pressed up into noses.
Mahiri could feel wetness hitting his tongue once he'd worked on that cock for long enough, drinking in the taste of pre, watery and light, but so very tantalizing. He returned the favour easily, trying to out-wet the deer with questionable success. When he flicked his tongue over cockslit to dab off every last drop of those delicious early fluids, he felt the deer returning the favour, as well as wrapping his tongue around the tip of the leopard's cock, making sure not to miss any. Feeling one-upped, the leopard gripped the base of the deer's shaft tightly and then began to grind tip and shaft into his rough tongue firmly as he went up and down on it, bringing forth plenty more pre for him to drink as he rumbled and purred around the shaft for extra stimulation. Now that was something Ogden would be hard-pressed to top.
He was certainly going to try. As Mahiri went to town giving his very best, the deer substituted rough tongue for smooth, nimble one, wrapping it around the leopard's member and gripping it slightly as he moved up and down, so that there was the embrace both of lips and tongue going up and down his pre-dripping cock. Lifting his head some and moaning, Mahiri felt himself tingling more and more with each suckle that came over him, and he started to bob his head faster as a result, up and down, making the deer's sac bounce with the motions, raising and dropping his hips some with pure suction. The leopard held the shaft there in his throat a little and just sucked, not bobbing, stroking Ogden's balls in his fingers, patting them and rolling them, and then he finally heard and felt a little cry of pleasure out of the cervine as the heavy load of pre got a whole lot heavier, followed by twitching and pulsing that soon announced a triumphant finish.
Ogden wasn't going to be beaten, and even as his cock began to gush forth with his hot, musky seed onto the leopard's tongue, he bobbed and squeezed his lips furiously, determined to get the cat off just as hard as he was himself. Mahiri tried to withstand the assault, but with the spraying of cum into his mouth, sliding down his throat and warming him throughout his body, it was just too much sexy to withstand, and he flexed himself all over as orgasm took his body for a fourth time in one evening. He gulped and heavily swallowed the deer's seed as it was milked down his throat, letting some slosh in his mouth beforehand to get a good taste, but every drop of it ended up in his belly by the time he was done. With climax rocking his body, he mewled and whimpered a little, the continuing slurps of his cock coming over sensitive, twitching flesh that shot several ropes of his cum into the deer's mouth, which were given much the same treatment, being chugged in moments until the leopard was completely dry.
He let the deer's shaft slip free of his lips just in time to see the lizard coming, in more ways than one. Having already painted the faces of Sarteegan and Kamili in his cum, he moved over to the two laying boys and gave them a hosing down from far above, splattering all over the leopard's back until he rolled to the side and let Ogden have some of it as well. Coated and breathless, he and the deer slipped apart, sitting up, where the buck quickly slipped in and gave the leopard a kiss that tasted like his own cock. Observing the hot, masculine smelling room and all the fluids that had been splattered around, Mahiri grinned and purred some before slumping against the deer's side, who held him up.
"It turns out I kinda like these parties..." he murmured.
The tiger rose and stretched from where he was kneeled, looking amused. "A roaring success. Are you going to be able to walk home or do you need to be carried?"
Brushing at himself, feeling the scent of cum seeping into his soaked fur, Mahiri stammered at first. "I, um, well... I think I'm going to need some towels."
His face still splattered by the lizard and dripping, the tiger grinned. "What, not going to go staggering naked and soaked down the street? Shame. But here you are."
He tossed Mahiri a handful of towels, and the cat got to work in cleaning himself off, but not before another bit of fun involving the hyena and buck started up before him. Chuckling as he watched, he found himself a little turned on despite his exhaustion as the brown bodies rubbed together. This party might never end at this rate, he mused. But for now, he was just going to sit back and recover.