Don't You Know Who I Am? - Part Thirteen

Story by Jeeves on SoFurry

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#13 of Don't You Know Who I Am?

With their bodies reinvigorated, Alana and Jahir embark upon a long and glorious day of passion together, but by no means limited to just the two of them. <3


This story was written for Gamerfox as part of my Patreon request days for May. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, and casual public nudity/sex, in spaaaaaaace! :3

Don't You Know Who I Am? - Part Thirteen

The look that spread over Alana's face as the cougar sipped at her first ever stamina tonic, the wonder, the glee, the lust that burned in her eyes and shone in every movement of her giddily grinning muzzle made Jahir fall more head over heels in love with her than he already was. She had looked so forlorn, so dismayed when her body had betrayed her just a short while ago with the merest suggestion of its fatigue and the impending need for a rest, for a pause in their escapades together. But now as they sat facing one another at a small table beside one of the promenade's cafe booths, her expression grew more energised and wildly euphoric with every sip.

The cougar giggled as Jahir gasped, groaned, and purred loudly at her while one of Alana's bare footpaws reached up under the table and rubbed its velvety pads against the underside of the tiger's cock. Her eyes bulged however, and she squealed in laughter, then in longing as Jahir retaliated, and his lover writhed at the sensation of a playful toe wiggling against her clit. They sat and giggled and watched one another, not speaking, not needing to speak to share anything on their minds in that moment, until their tonics were drained. They could feel their bodies bristling with new energy. With eight hours of potential; ceaseless, passionate, fuelled by the chemical cocktail within that invigorating drink of course, but also by the sight before them in that moment. The knowledge that the creature they had come to love so dearly, so fast was just as ready to unleash an entire day of unbridled passion as they were, and had chosen to do so with them at hand to share in every second of it.

"Jahir, I..."

It was Alana who gave in to her rapidly swelling urges first, and shuddered violently as the aching intensity between her legs grew to the extreme that even Jahir's continued, playful footsie against her crotch was threatening to make her cum before she could even rise from her seat.

"...I don't think I can wait much longer."

She moaned to the tiger not in embarrassment at that fact, but in unbridled elation. To her delight, Jahir grinned right back, and growled at her in a voice both reassuring and wild with lust of its very own.

"Then don't."

He pulled his footpaw away from her crotch to the cougar's initial dismay, but only so he could pull himself to his feet and slide around the table to stand before her. To reach out, take both of the beautiful mountain lion's hands in his, and gently pull her to her feet, then into his arms.

"Don't wait. Not now. Not all day long. For the rest of your... t-the rest of our lives, Alana. If you want something. If you need something. Don't you ever, ever wait."

The tiger was about to draw her tighter into his arms. To kiss her. But, before he could do so the cougar whimpered, giggled, and rose up on the tips of her toes to kiss him urgently instead. Jahir grinned. He growled and moaned into her muzzle as their lips parted and their tongues teased forth to meet one another, and just a few head-spinning, heart-pounding moments later, they both stopped waiting.

*******

"Mnhh... make me scream. Make me squirt. I... I want people to be watching us, w-wishing they could fuck like us, then... oohhgod, realising they can, f-for so many cruises to come..."

Alana had practically dragged Jahir along the promenade to this very room, a room of soft furnishings and sporadically sprawled groups of naked, writhing bodies, but one made unique and separate from other relaxation spaces around the interstellar cruise-liner's interior by the presence of cameras and microphones set into the ceilings, walls and even some of the furnishings themselves. The cougar and tiger knew this room all too well, having spent a portion of their first night together watching scenes recorded within it. But now, they were here, and now Alana was ready to go from being the one captivated by so many of those voyeuristic amateur acts of raw and sincere passion to one of those starring in them.

She giggled as she pulled Jahir through the door and into the room after the pair of them eagerly applied a thumb-print each to affirm their willingness to have their actions recorded and broadcast, only to shriek in surprise and pure excitement as the taller, stronger tiger pulled her abruptly back into his arms, lifted her off the ground with hands cupping her ass, and sank her right down on his cock there and then before they could even find a spot to lay down together.

"J-Ja-aahhhahhhhhhh!"

Alana tried to scream her lover's name, to cry out and let him know how happy she was, how out of her mind with glee she was as he took her words to heart, and started to bounce her roughly upon his lap without giving the cougar the slightest opportunity to ready herself for the unbridled savagery of his actions. All she could really do however was scream; loud, caterwauling, wordless wailings of pleasure ringing out around the space as Jahir jackhammered into her while stumbling forward on trembling legs. Finally the tiger's unsteady staggering reached one wall of the room, and he pinned Alana to it with his full bodyweight before letting loose with the full, unrestrained force and potency granted to him by the as yet untapped potential of his own recently imbibed stamina tonic.

The room's cameras recorded every moment of what followed. In vivid detail they captured the way Alana's eyes bulged, and how her legs wrapped tight around Jahir's pistoning hips, only to find themselves kicking out, flailing, toes flexing and wriggling uncontrollably less than thirty seconds later. They captured the strands of saliva dribbling from her panting, wailing, slack-jawed muzzle onto Jahir's shoulder, and between the tiger's spread legs the camera recorded a hot flood of juices running down his thighs and dripping off his rapidly swinging balls as Alana spasmed, shrieked, pawed helplessly at the tiger's shoulders, and crashed into the throes of orgasm after less than thirty seconds of his rampant pounding. The cameras kept watching and the microphones drank in every ear-splitting scream as a second orgasm followed the first without a moment's respite, then a third as Jahir's legs gave out and they tumbled to the padded floor together, only for the tiger to hook Alana's legs around his arms, bend her over almost double to obscenely expose her loins to the untamed ravages of his cock's ploughing, and start to fuck her harder, rougher and more relentlessly still.

Even after everything that she and Jahir had shared already, Alana had never cum as long, as hard, or as many times in succession as she did over the following thirty minutes. Never had she screamed until her throat was that raw. Never had she been fucked so brutally hard, but remained certain through every thrust of it that every instant of that wild ecstasy was born of love as much as lust. And never, never had Alana felt herself get so wet; felt herself gush and spray and soak herself, her lover and the furnishings around them with such unstoppable, uncontrollable torrents of ejaculate not just once or twice, but with each and every one of the countless orgasms that crashed over her in that first enraptured bout they shared.

While their bodies still had many more hours of tonic-fuelled energy to burn off, by the end of that wild thirty minutes both Jahir and Alana were trembling wrecks, and their throats were parched from all their panting and howling and screaming. For that reason alone they slowly, reluctantly parted from one another's still primed and desperately worked up bodies, only to blush as they looked around the room and saw almost every other figure present still entwined in the throes of their own bliss, but staring awe-struck and desirously at the two felines as they did so. Even beyond the glass wall of the chamber there was a small crowd of half a dozen onlookers, and Alana genuinely felt like she was going to pass out from joy for a moment or two as she and Jahir stumbled out of the room hand in hand, and a few of the assembled figures unabashedly called out to tell them just how incredibly hot watching them had been. For a moment, the cougar indulged in a playful fantasy of turning around and telling those people that they didn't just have to watch, so long as Jahir was okay with it. But, then she froze with her hand still tightly gripping at the tiger's own. She groaned, trembled so violently that it almost looked and indeed felt like she had climaxed right there on the spot, and looked up at the tiger curiously smiling at her with a suddenly wild, hungry plea.

*******

"Mnnhh..."

Upon a bed, not quite sure which of her new friends it belonged to but just glad of its comfort and relative proximity to the part of the promenade on which they'd last found themselves, Alana gurgled around the cock of a panting fennec fox. A vibrating toy buzzed within her pussy, and the cougar's toes curled as the doe to whom it was attached by a sleek harness moaned from where she was lying over the cougar's back, mounting and humping her as the double-ended toy worked its magic upon them both. Close by, eyes darting away from the crotch bucking at her face to another portion of the thankfully sizeable bed, Alana drank in the sight of Jahir's own bliss stricken face. She listened to the tiger grunt and snarl as a wildly enthusiastic skunk bounced upon his cock, shrieking as Jahir's erection filled her ass repeatedly while her own fingers attacked her clit, and moaned her beloved tiger's name through the cock she was giddily working with her tongue while she heard the rabbit humping at Jahir's backside starting to groan with the impending bliss of his own orgasm.

Soon enough of course, she and Jahir were together again. Lying on their sides, entwined and making out, moaning loudly, frantically through their lips and tongues as both of them were fucked by one of the half dozen other bodies sharing this room with them. Voices cried out their names. Hot ribbons of cum flooded their rumps, and they tensed, clung together, and wailed giddily as they joined their new companions while at the same time indulging in the intense ecstasy that could only come from the two of them cumming in near perfect unison.

*******

"Did you taste the fennec? I swear his cum tasted just like sweet vanilla."

Alana giggled to the man she loved as their rather sticky, shamelessly stained bodies strolled back towards Jahir's room an hour or so after their impromptu orgy had begun. The tiger gasped, and threw his head back in a groan of dismayed mirth.

"Ohhh my god, vanilla! It was driving me crazy. I swear I was pre-occupied for like ten minutes after I blew him trying to figure out what that flavour was. Thank you. God, I love you..."

The cougar giggled and blushed.

"You love me because I know when another guy's cum tastes like vanilla?"

Jahir grinned, and turned to the beautiful cougar with a rumbling purr.

"I absolutely love you because you know when another guy's cum tastes like vanilla. I love you because of that, because of how good you eat pussy, because of the way your voice breaks whenever you scream as you cum. I love you as many times as there are atoms in the universe, and for almost as many different reasons."

Alana raised an eyebrow playfully as they linked both hands, and she rose up on her tip-toes to bump her nose against his.

"Almost as many?"

Jahir nodded and murmured in acknowledgement.

"Mmmhmm, almost. See... you're just so, so fucking hot when you cum, that reason takes up like, ten times the number of reasons just on its own."

Shivering happily, the cougar glanced down the familiar corridor, seeing the door to Jahir's room just ten or fifteen metres away. At the same time though she could feel Jahir's hands slipping out of her own and around her back again. She could feel him drawing her towards his body until his still rock hard cock was pressed tightly between them, and feel it throbbing as he stared intensely down at her.

"It's... it's almost scary, how much making you happy makes me happy. I... I almost feel guilty over how much I enjoy it. Like, it must be selfish somehow, because making you smile... making you scream, making you cum and seeing and hearing and feeling how happy you are, it makes me feel so goddamn good."

He lifted her off the ground, and guided Alana onto his cock once more only to drop to his knees right there in the corridor, lay her down on her back, and kiss her deeply as he started to more gently, adoringly make love to her.

"Oh, Jahir..."

Alana whimpered in pleasure and pure adoration, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes while fresh waves of euphoria washed through her heart, body and mind in equal abundance.

"I... I l-love... oohh, ohh god... I love you too, my Prince. My... m-my sweet Jahir! Oh! _Oh! Yes! _"

*******

At some point they actually made it back to Jahir's room. Once there though, their plans to shower before heading back out to the promenade in search of more wild and mindless fun together became somewhat derailed by one simple, singular object.

Jahir's bed.

They showered while already entwined, the tiger cradling the cougar in his arms as his cock strained within her while she washed both their upper bodies as best she could from that position and while under such constant pleasure. Afterwards though, as Jahir walked their dripping wet bodies out of the bathroom without so much as a single thought towards grabbing a towel or holding their bodies in front of the wall mounted fur-dryer, any thought of leaving the gravitational pull of that bed was cast aside from the first moment that he laid them down upon it.

Face to face, hands clasped together and eyes hungrily staring into each other's own, Jahir and Alana indulged in one another over and over. Each time they came or felt their partner do the same they thought that maybe that time would feel like enough, like now they could get up and go do something else, however equally adult and pleasurable in nature. But, all that their hearts and minds craved after feeling their lover lose control was to see it happen again, to urge them back to those orgasmic heights again, and again.

Hours passed. Positions shifted relative to one another; Alana squealing as Jahir's tongue lashed her clit, the tiger roaring as the cougar's right hand pumped his cock while two fingers of her left probed in and out of his backside. Passions rose and fell; some time spent fondling, kissing, barely moving as they teased and coaxed one another towards a more gradual, playful, almost giggle-inducing orgasm, while at other points they were wrestling and bouncing and thrashing and doing everything in their power to make their lover's next bout of orgasmic screams audible across the whole deck. Finally though there came a point where as Jahir and Alana lay curled up under the covers, panting, huffing, surrounded by their own scents and the heat of their bodies as the darkness beneath the blankets enveloped them entirely, they knew their day was at an end.

They hadn't intended it. Indeed they'd had very, very different and much more public plans for the entirety of today, but regardless of those fantasies the reality was that they had exhausted the last five hours of their stamina tonics' capacities without once setting foot out of Jahir's room, and only barely leaving the bed at all. Now though, as Alana straddled and humped Jahir, bouncing herself gently, steadily upon his straining cock while his hands stroked her ears and they kissed loudly and sloppily, moaning and giggling and gasping their love for one another in a ceaseless stream, they both knew they weren't going to last much longer. Whether this was the last time or if they could squeeze one more orgasm apiece out of their increasingly weary bodies, this incredible run of non-stop pleasure was drawing to a close, and neither one of them had the strength nor indeed the forethought in that moment to drag themselves out of bed to seek out their second permissible tonic of the day.

For a minute or so the cougar rode her lover, before her hips grew too heavy with fatigue to do more than grind herself against him, and with a tender purr Jahir rolled them over and took over thrusting duties for a little. Alana could barely keep her eyes open between their fluttering with pleasure and her obvious, rapidly building exhaustion. But, whether the last vestiges of her tonic's effects or simply a testament to how shamelessly she had come to indulge herself throughout today, she couldn't let herself succumb to slumber without cumming once more.

"Jahir. Please..."

Those two words were all it took. Immediately, despite the breathless, fatigued groan that escaped him, the tiger nodded and began to increase his speed and the force with which his cock plunged into Alana's pussy. She cried out in gratitude, but in desperation too. It still wasn't enough. The pleasure was growing, swelling within her, but so too was her exhaustion. She couldn't think straight. She couldn't focus on her own rise to orgasm. Alana sincerely didn't know if she could get there in time before passing out. But, then she heard Jahir's voice. She heard the tiger growl sleepily and savagely all at once into her ear, and mewled at the surge of pleasure his words provoked.

"Soon, we'll be asleep in each other's arms. Holding each other all night long. I'll go to sleep exhausted, satisfied, buried inside the woman I love. And then, tomorrow... I'll wake up fresh, re-invigorated... and ready to bury myself inside the woman I love. I'm gonna pass out rock hard because of you, a-and... and wake up rock hard because of you, Alana."

Her pussy convulsed around him, and they both cried out in breathless elation as Jahir shuddered and his cock twitched, for a moment both of them thinking that they were going to tip over the edge right then and there. Their bodies held back just a fraction longer though in their lust-stricken but supremely fatigued state, and thus gave the tiger the chance to whisper to his partner one more time.

"I... I can't imagine life being anything but this. I'd give anything... d-do anything, to be able to share every day with you. Holding you. Kissing you. Watching you cum again, a-and again, and... oohgod. I'll make the galaxy... t-the whole universe a better, safer, h-hahh... happier place, so we can find a corner of it to settle down, slip under the covers, and live the rest of our lives in moments just... l-like..."

"Jahir!!"

Before he could gasp that last word though, Alana screamed. She cried out his name, clutched tightly around him with arms, legs, and of course the convulsing muscles of her pussy, and surrendered to that fantasy; that dream of their future, and the orgasm it brought rushing to bear along with it. She felt the tiger shudder above her. Alana heard him grunt and felt all at once the shuddering gasp of his breath washing out over her while several strings of hot cum lashed out to meet her own inner furnace.

But, as swiftly and deliciously as the orgasm arrived, so too did it far more hurriedly sap what precious little remained of the pair's strength. Thus even as she was still riding out those waves of pleasure, Alana felt her consciousness failing. Fading. She couldn't cling to the sensations and try to make them last. She couldn't picture Jahir's face. She couldn't even find the strength to keep holding onto him, though at least thankful that when his body fell limp too, it did so while still sprawled over her own.

Alana tumbled into unconsciousness so swiftly in the wake of her orgasm she didn't even fully comprehend the last words that Jahir whispered to her before he too passed out. All she caught were the final few words of his post orgasmic murmuring, and even then, enthralling as those words may have been, she was so far gone that she had no way of knowing whether she would be able to remember them when she woke up.

She tried though. With what fragments of consciousness and sanity still remained for her to access in that last, lingering instant of wakefulness, she begged herself to remember them.

"...marry you before this cruise is done."

By Jeeves

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