Feline Fracas
This is a story for art trade that I have done with Dradgien: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dradgien
Description: I very rarely publish first drafts anymore, but this is one of the rare occurrences when I do because this short story is supposed to be a collab between me and a friend, and we don't have a solid design in place for the big cat protagonist of this story, Jaura. So, while there are a few descriptions sprinkled here and there, I don't fully know how she will end up looking like, so I suppose you can picture her as an exotic lioness of sorts? Either way, I feel the story is quite solid for what it set out to do, so I hope you'll enjoy this little flick between an elk beastmaster and his recently rescued feline companion from the clutches of an ignorant owner.
I also don't know if I'll actually return and revise the description of the kitty, as it may be months down the road before the aforementioned friend will finalize her design or get a cover artwork for this, should he wish to. If he does, I hope the picture I'll upload will satisfy you :P
Jaura (c) is my character
Gavin (c) belongs to Dradgien https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dradgien
***Feline Fracas***
"I far prefer her when she's quiet," Gavin whispered as he threw the dozing feline a quick glance before upending the campfire wood loaded into his sack. With everything dumped into the circle of stones he formed to provide visual indication for Jaura to keep at bay, he began to arrange the twigs and branches fittingly so that they would catch and maintain a flame. The whole process took him but a few minutes, yet in the calming sounds of the night, it felt much longer. Time had a way of stretching and thinning for a mercenary on the run from the consequences of his choices, and it all felt much more apparent when his reward for his most recent task involved a living, breathing being put under his care.
Now that he made it far enough into the wilderness to set up camp without attracting unwanted attention, Gavin's focus no longer dwelled solely on survival, but on enchanting memories of his other animal companions that had shaped him into the elk he was today.
"Mrah," Jaura broke Gavin's trance with her deep, resonant rumble, circling the fire with an uneasy spring in her steps.
When did she even get up?
"Does it bother you? We can move away from it. Or you can," he added to ensure that he granted her enough room to make her own choices.
The great cat's whiskers twitched in an aloof no, her look not one of fear of open flames, but of bottled impatience with idleness.
"There is more to life than walking and dropping from exhaustion at the end of the day," Gavin chuckled at her tense posture, ready to keep at it for a while still.
Jaura shook her head, not pleased with his mentality.
"Fine, I've got something for you. Since you've rested far better than I could the past few days, you're holding the first vigil," Gavin favored her a confident smile as he pushed himself up, snatching the woolen bag he had stuffed his spare clothes in on the way to a more secluded, barely lit spot where the undergrowth grew thicker. The shadows cast by the ferns concealed him while his natural colors and outfit did the rest, though the same couldn't be said for his throwing blades. He slipped those under the bush to the right, close enough to grab them and impossible to see unless his ambusher came from behind, which the ferns took care of with their warning rustle.
"Alert me if you smell any biped, human or otherwise, and hide yourself within any patch of thicker vegetation. Picked this spot precisely so that you can put your prowling skills to use, so here's your chance to impress me."
The cat gave no hint of acknowledgment with his request, nor an audible complaint that he picked on. Her sudden calm, absent of the usual, restless swishes of her tail or the constant rocking of her hindquarters, as if trying to rub off her itch on the brittle leaves covering the soil, bothered him to an unusual extent. Either she was planning something, or she gave up the idea of courting him, which did not bode well for the erotic thoughts already flowing through his perverted mind.
Then again, anyone taunted by an intelligent feline in heat for the past few days would have felt the same.
After he pushed unstrapped his sword and slid it next to the daggers, Gavin his crossbow and its bolts strapped to his thighs, placing them within reach should danger arrive, and arranged his makeshift pillow in such way that it held his horned head in just the right ways. He merely wished to rest his eyes for a moment; to catch a minute of precious silence absent worries concerning their safety, but three days' worth fatigue had other plans, blacking him out before he even knew it.
"Bloody..." Gavin started at the distinguishable touch of the feline's wet nose against the tip of his fingers, hoisting himself up by his elbows. "You're supposed to keep watch. As in, spy for threats, not be...here," he restrained his outburst at the last second, preferring to give her the benefit of the doubt.
The cat retreated back a step, flicking her mahogany ears in meek apology, prompting a sigh from the weary elk.
"A fire draws attention, and the reason I lit one is because I need to know if I can rely on you. If we are to survive together, we have to play to our respective strengths, and your sharper senses far surpass mine."
"Mrrrmmmm," Jaura rumbled, a sound as pleasant as it was ominous given the focus present in her unmoving eyes. Her left forepaw rose tentatively, an obvious question etched on her expression.
"Yes, you may," Gavin granted her the permission to approach. "I've built a fire. Might as well find the courage to let you closer, you rascal."
Of course she took that offer. One slow, elaborate step at a time, she closed in the several feet separating them, until her left forepaw fell by the side of his head. Jaura was quite intimidating when looked at from his position, a great cat through and through, her fierce nature held back by boring platitudes drilled into her mind by a trainer of questionable renown. From up-close, the heavy aroma wafting from her undertail region carried enough of a bite to elicit a light cough from Gavin, the elk unaccustomed to the ferocious, almost piquant smell of feline at the height of her heat. She undoubtedly smelled him too, for she had her nostrils widened and her eyes peeking far to the side, pondering on its nature.
She was smart enough to figure it out, of course, so the pressing question swarming through Gavin's insides involved the course of action she'd undertake.
"You're not the only one in need," he stated the obvious for her benefit to help her feel more at ease, if anything. "Though I suppose I'm not the suitor you expected, given how--"
As Gavin's hands reached for his chest to instinctively protect it from her sudden reaction, they found her tawny muzzle instead, rocking and rubbing against the cured leather of his coat in tender greeting.
"Prrr, mrrr, mrrr," the thrum of contentment flared to life in her throat, its vibrations coursing through Gavin's fingers, piercing through the leather to tickle his belly in surprising ways as she rested her chin against his stomach. She eyed him not in the pressing, almost demanding way he anticipated for one in her state, but with curious fondness.
"I suppose...the only threat here present are the impulses we both suffer from, eh?" he blurted out whatever came to mind, relying more on the even tone of his voice to transmit his intentions through. "They're distracting, bothersome, dangerous even. A lapse in focus and--"
Her paw fell on the tent of his pants, tongue slithering its way out of her mouth to sweep across her muzzle in a broad, salacious arc.
"I...should I...or do you..." the pounding of Gavin's heart intensified to such degree its thuds blotted out his very thoughts.
Him, apparently, the nibble on one of his coat's knots hinted at. This rowdy, indecipherable feline who put his patience through thick and thin wanted to suck his cock! Or lick it, perhaps simply nuzzle it in curiosity. Whichever came to happen, Gavin wasn't about to slight her by denying her advance. So, he began unfastening the knots of his coat with shaky, clumsy fingers, grateful that Jaura stepped back to sit on her haunches like a veritable sentinel.
One by one, the cords of leather came loose, widening the gap between the two, previously tied together ends to reveal the black linen shirt fashioned after human standards, with a bothering, imposing neckline.
"Rrrrh," Jaura's impatient rumble warned him of her intention and, sure enough, the feline's prominent fangs attacked the threads of his collar, biting and chewing on them ever so softly.
"Fine, those too," Gavin followed her cue, unlacing his shirt and removing it over his head for good measure to reveal his bare, lithe form sheltered underneath. Jaura took but a hurried glimpse of his defined torso in her rush to bite the cinch holding his pants together, prompting him to undo that as well and expose more of himself to her.
But Jaura wasn't one for half measures, so when his breeches remained crumpled at the knee, she pulled on each leg in turns until they came loose, piled at his hooves.
In the few seconds it took her to show initiative, Gavin's heartbeats skyrocketed. Warmth seemed to radiate from every inch of his body, a heat not unlike Jaura, summoned not by the whims of her body, but by the promise of inevitable release.
A gasp fled the elk when her paw inevitably shifted over the prominent bulge of his underpants far more carefully than he expected from a female driven to the brink by the quirks of her heat. Although clean to the eyes, the straw-colored linen wrap entrapped three days' worth of building arousal within its confines, a secret that her twitching nostrils immediately unraveled. The flicks of her tail, combined with the tensing of her whiskers, alerted Gavin to the possibility of her fangs tearing right through it in her desperate search for relief, but her paw proved him wrong. It remained stationed there, the darker color of her pads contrasting with the equally soft texture of his loin coverings, dominant and foreboding.
"You've known all along this is what I wanted," her expressively tilted head said to him. "I can chew through it, or cut it to shreds with my claws, but I far better prefer it that you unwrap it yourself."
Of course, interpreting a beast's intention never came with a reassuring dose of certainty, but the softly kneading toes at his already erect cock left little room to doubt. Every pulsating motion of his harder-than-expected shaft encouraged the pressure of her grip to rise, the motion of her nostrils to pick up, the heaviness of her odor to increase.
"Fine, I'll do it," Gavin croaked the feeblest whisper that his tight, arid throat allowed. "Just...be patient."
It was a big ask, met with one final, surprisingly pleasurable clench of her fleeing paw. As Gavin began undoing the knot that kept his undercloth together with clumsy, jittery fingers under the stern glare of his feline companion, the elk's mind flooded with the most ridiculous of concerns. Pressing worries, such as her barbed tongue scraping his cock raw while intoxicated with the scent and taste of her first male, fled to the farther reaches of his mind, allowing other, far more ridiculous ones to surface.
No longer did it bother him that she might savage him in the throes of passion. What concerned him the most now was the inadequacy of being caught red-handed; of her nose stumbling upon the lust-stained insides of his covering within which his member had stewed on for days.
Jaura shared none of his troubling thoughts, the soft creases weaving between her whiskers pointing at her struggle to keep herself composed.
"Almost done, just...this final part left," Gavin awkwardly arched his back to hoist his hips upward so that he could undo the circular wrapping of the swath of cloth ensuring his decency. Jaura's broad, gloomy pupils carefully followed the motion of his hands, a predator waiting to pounce on her unsuspecting prey. Her intensity reassured Gavin not one bit, but she was going to have him either way, so better to present himself to her willingly.
As the final layer came undone, Gavin's dark, meaty erection sprang from its prison, jutting upward with such alacrity the feline jumped back in surprise, snarling.
"It's...it's fine, it's how males react when they see a female," Gavin uttered the first thing he could conceive in the heat of the moment to explain the state of his far too erect cock. "It's not like that of your kind at all, but it's the only one I have," he added with an uneasy chuckle to hopefully diffuse her doubts about the range of motions his cock was capable of.
"Mrrrmmmm," Jaura acknowledged his words, if not their meaning, circling his splayed form, eyes fixated on his crotch, until her attention shifted. Gavin's head turned, ever so slowly, in her direction, only for his breath to freeze into his throat.
His undercloth. Her muzzle hovered right above it, head craning and tilting to regard it from multiple angles. How could he explain it to her? That strong, smelly musk that he had leaked for days, brewed by the heat of his body? If there was one thing she understood better than commands, that had to be the truth of one's pheromones.
And all this time, Gavin had her convinced his interest in her was not of the erotic kind, so that he wouldn't come across as desperate--or worse, to exploit her first heat.
For now, the feline showed no signs of enmity or distrust towards him. Her muzzle sifted through the cloth's multiple layers, her growl undulating with varying tones like the churning waves of the frothing sea, until it came to a sudden halt.
She found it. That patch of stale arousal seeped deep into the fabric, layered like the very material it imprinted upon. Even with her head covering most of it, Gavin could see the sheer size of the blotch, a wet, dark patch glaring back at him.
"Grrh," Jaura recoiled from the first wave of male musk that infiltrated her sensitive nostrils, tensing her lips. Her head swung in Gavin's direction, chilling him with her stern gaze before returning to her quarry that she now nuzzled softly, inquisitively.
"I..." Gavin tried to repossess his undercloth, his heart turning to the size of a pebble in dread at having gravely insulted her with the extent of his denial.
Her darting paw that stomped on the cloth stole his words and right to cover that view, one that she practically feasted on with eyes alone. The hiss that ensued was not one of displeasure, but of genuine surprise at being assaulted by hefty odors unknown to a sheltered animal raised to be a nobleman's play thing, proper and dignified.
"I desired you from the moment you tempted me with your puffy, appetizing slit," Gavin tried to continue, to distract her from his faltering erection. "If I seemed indifferent, it was because I wished for the initiative to come from you. To let you choose the time, the setting, the partner. To give you the control the humans wrestled from you."
Jaura weighed his words carefully, and she replied by protracting her claws to drag away her new possession from his faltering grip, tearing thin gashes into it.
"Fine, you can have that one. Wanted to change it anyway," Gavin let out a nervous huff, the chill of the night beginning to make itself noticeable upon his bare hide. With only his coat to warm his back, his frame began to shiver ever so lightly, a subtlety that Jaura picked upon.
"I...suppose you'll want to play with your new toy," he reached for the sides of coat to bring them over his belly and button it, regardless of his lack of pants and shirt. In the next fraction of a second, Jaura's thundering growl denied him, her whiskers tense, her limbs primed for a pounce.
"Mrrrrrr," her authoritative vocalization mellowed into a harsher purr, the ears tilted in his direction proving that he was still the main course. However, she did find his musky stain curious, trapping his undercloth between her paws, dabbing at it with her nose, followed by her tongue tip.
Gavin's sack tensed, the unspent lust trapped within sending a surge of warm ripples throughout his scrote and member, slowly but surely stirring it to life. Soft, undulating pulses engorged it, enhanced its shape, and increased its sensitivity with every throb, turning his glans into a tight, well-defined ring entrapped in tight foreskin begging to be eased back by her tight, wet tunnel. His fingers crept closer to the buttons on the side of his coat, not to pull it over his bare chest, but to sink his nails into the leather, his seed on the verge of breaking loose from the outward display of surprisingly effective eroticism.
Though sluggish and curious at first, Jaura quickly forsook her methodical approach for a more visceral one, rife with eagerness towards that exotic odor and its stimulating taste. The hesitant hover of her nose turned into insistent nuzzling. The careful poking of her tongue became steady licks, and her growl smoothed into an excited purr. Her erratically swishing tail tip best mirrored the frenzied state of her mind, that of a female exposed to the first proof of musky arousal from a male who desired to mate just as much as she did!
Gavin couldn't help it. His tense, rebellious fingers inched towards his groin, eager to grip and squeeze his erection, to give it the barest, softest stroke and quench a drop of his churning desire. This might all have been avoided if he but abandoned his comfort and washed in the freezing river the day before, but his stubbornness and pride at managing to handle a rowdy beast won in the end. He had chosen the path of least resistance and now, it was his cock that had no more resistance to give, to further resist the far too stimulating sights despite the tightness of his balls.
For all his careful plans and maneuvers, the elk's clarity of thought became muddled. Then again, a flirty, frightening cat towering over his crotch coverings, her nose and tongue glued to the patch of translucent moistness clinging to the fabric, had the tendency to do that to anyone.
It wasn't long before she made the connection, of course. That the staler patch imprinted into the cloth came from his cock. More precisely, from the darkened tip peeking through the tight confines of his precum-lathered foreskin. Gavin's heart leapt in his chest, and his cock followed, five inches of thick, pent-up meat ready for whatever she wished from it.
Familiar yet distant chills crept through the elk's mahogany hide, cascading from a life far, far away when his cock had known no pussy, from when his hands touched no beast, no female, not even a crossbow. The captured direwolf bound and shackled into the town's plaza where his father had brought him to sell his leatherworker's wares stirred dread and awe within the breast of every hoofed anthro, but a glimpse of her pink snatch sparked something else within him. It wasn't fear, nor panic, but an equally primordial feeling, that of perverse curiosity of unspeakable nature. It was then when he realized he wouldn't work in his father's workshop or bond with the neighbor's daughter as he wished of him. That day, what he wanted most was to somehow earn that wolf's trust, to tame her fear, soothe her anguish, and connect with that intelligent ember present in her eyes.
Jaura's fierceness awoke those echoes within him, reminding him of that defining moment in his life where he chose to seek to understand beasts. He needed that most than ever, now that the muscled mass of predatory might prowled her way to him, her hackles as tense as Gavin's.
"Hraarrrrh," she snarled her intentions right in his face before stepping over him as if he was nothing but a log she wished to cross. Gavin desired that, in a way; for her to indifferently pass over him and flash him her pussy like she did so many times, but this time, she turned to face him.
"Mrrrrrmmmmmmmmm," she tested him through a softer, more intrigued hum, touching her nose with his to probe for a reaction.
The fact that she had to reach her head down for that reminded Gavin of her graceful, imposing size more than her frame that practically dwarfed him. Her kind grew bigger than any of the panthers Gavin had researched, the sumptuous fur of her belly refusing to meet his thinner, velvety coat, standing at least a hand higher. Disconcerting as her nuzzling was, Gavin remained steadfast, keeping his breath locked tight within him and his eyes wide open, refusing to blink and flaunt obvious weakness.
Jaura was no mere beast, though. She immediately reminded him that bonds worked both ways by disciplining him with a sharp hiss, dragging an involuntary yelp to which she took far better.
"This would work far better if you allow me to touch you," Gavin said, recalling Jaura's peculiar interest in words, in people addressing her as if she was one of their own. "To stroke your nape, caress those ears, scratch your neck fluff ever so gently."
In reply, he received her paw over his mouth, along with a subdued growl. The feline appreciated his intentions, but first, she had another, more pressing curiosity to satisfy.
At the first sign of her supple form flowing a few steps back, Gavin's eyelids instinctively shielded his vision from this impending moment. Later on, he'd reason that the thrill of feeling her intentions on his bobbing shaft instead of watching her far better amplified this moment, but deep down, he was painfully aware that fear had an equal part in it. Several tamed beasts later, each with its distinct quirks and temper, and the seasoned beastmaster still found himself unable to look Jaura in the eye when this moment of utmost honesty came about.
Don't bite, don't bite, don't bite, the elk repeated that simple mantra in his head, every muscle fiber in his body frozen in paralyzing anticipation. Her breaths, varying in intensity as she audibly sniffed his throbbing, agitated member, made it all worse, for her tongue--her fangs!--were less than an inch away!
When the first dab of wet, warm moisture greeted his tip, Gavin tensed up so intensely he frightened the great cat herself. At the first slap of his cock against her nose, Jaura jumped back in surprised panic, tongue lashing across her muzzle to smooth out the wrinkles of apprehension marring them.
"I'm sorry, I'm...it felt so, so good," Gavin put all of his heart into his apology, lying back a second time to invite her over his naked being. "In case you...wish to resume."
Jaura did not immediately pounce on his suggestion, preferring to approach her target slower this time around, peeking at it from multiple angles, sniffing it almost timidly. While she studied him, Gavin became a volcano of churning nerves and frustrating lust eager to burst forth, his sack tensing and relaxing every time he felt like Jaura might make a move.
"Mrhhhh," the impatience of heat eventually bested her, bringing her muzzle upon his precum-drenched tip once again. This time, she made sure to poke and prod at it with her nose, snorting and huffing and purring as she smeared his thin, slippery liquid all over her charcoal-colored nose.
With bated breath and jaws clenched tight, the elk's fingers drew deep furrows into the soil from how hard they pressed against it, his belly muscles clenched, his cock a jolting, pulsating mess. A different type of heat surged through his temples; the sort that made every vein in his cock bulge with obvious need and his glans overly tight and sensitive, so much so that he had to suck in a sharp breath to keep himself from climaxing over her face.
Jaura helped in that regard. Nothing subdued an imminent orgasm as good as the prickle of teeth did. Without any sudden, possibly upsetting sound, Gavin swung his hips away with practiced dexterity, a monstrous gasp ensuing over the frantic beating of his heart.
"No teeth!" He barely kept his voice even while in that frazzled, light-headed state. "They...I can teach you how to use them for that purpose, but...later, much later. Right now..." he paused to allow himself a moment of much-needed respite to recollect.
"Right now, my member best serves you if it is not bleeding, for you want it long, thick and rigid, not small and unnoticeable, eh?"
"Mrrf," Jaura agreed while she eyed his equipment, now that Gavin again splayed for her pleasure. For a second, the elk expected her to resume her previous nuzzling and licking session, to sate her curiosity regarding his male odor and exotic taste, but the feline had other plans. Without any warning, she rushed forward with sinister intent, her massive frame blotting out his smaller one. In the next moment, her spine arched and her tail flagged, so that she could aim her needy spot right where she wanted him to be.
Inside her.
"Ghhhhmmm," Gavin's guttural groan mingled with her sonorous growl, elk and big cat both trembling in ecstasy at brushing their intimate parts together. For Jaura, it must have felt exquisite to be touched down there for the first time; to feel another's warmth prod and poke at her sweltering lips. Unlike her wilder, more uncontrolled thrusts that attempted to hump his cock into her, Gavin better composed himself, already familiar with the mind-addling stimulation of being inside the hot, silky depths of females drooling with suppressed desire.
That bothered Jaura more than his inappropriate shape and girth, the thickness of his member too prominent to simply ease into her like a member of her species would. He should have recognized the signs; the tensing of her whiskers, the tilting of her head, the tremors of her lips, concealing a subtle snarl. But the warm, slippery moistness clinging to her nethers bogged down his senses, the sharp, intense surges of bliss dulled his reactions, and before he knew it, all the elk could manage was a frail gasp when her teeth met his throat.
"Mrrrmmmm," his rowdy partner complained, her grip light but stern on the thick, wan fur lining his neck. Unaccustomed to his kind, she believed his inability to pierce her to be his fault, a cruel jape he employed after denying her advances one too many times.
The rush of adrenaline turned his already stiff cock rock hard, his glans so prominent, his tip so sensitive to the constant pushing and rubbing of her slit against him that it spat a string of cloudy precum. It caught her right between her taut lips, alerting the feline to the new development of this situation, one where her male leaked fluids of his own as well.
Either because of surprise or familiarity with his musky scent, Jaura's fangs released their hold on him, permitting the elk to implement his crude, quickly thought plan before he inadvertently slighted her in some other way.
"May I...," he struggled to keep his voice even after being subjected to the whims of her fangs, reaching forth with his left hand for her fluffy cheek to distract her from what his right hand intended to do.
"May I touch you?"
The cat recoiled in surprise, giving him no indication on whether she mistook his intentions as an act of insolence.
"It would be better for the both of us if I can stroke you, kiss you, hug you."
"Rarrr," she immediately rejected his offer, pressing a forepaw down on his chest, the pricking of her needle-like claws attesting the antipathy she harbored for the customs of his kind.
"Fair enough. Lower yourself upon me again. You'll find me much more suitable."
By simply holding his cock at the base, Gavin maintained it still enough to withstand the motion of her descending hips without glancing off the slippery mess that her sodden entrance turned out to be. What he didn't prepare at all for, however, was the sheer tightness of her depths, and neither was Jaura.
Her reverberating roar slammed against Gavin's ears and chest with the might of an avalanche, raising every strand of fur on his body, turning the fine hairs of his coat just as erect as his cock. The elk's eyes instinctively squeezed shut, the tightness of his eyelids mirroring that of his fists squeezing clumps of dried leaves and grass. His whole body teetered on the verge of abandon, the strong, noticeable pulses surging through his shaft picking up in intensity, bringing them closer and closer to the impending finality of any male's act.
His teeth gnashed against each other in his effort to withstand the hungry and persistent squeezes of Jaura's canal. Emboldened by the rich, intoxicating feeling of being filled up, the big cat reared back all the way into his crotch, squishing his balls against the dirt with her rump, all so that she could force the entirety of him into her. As more of his cock slid into her, more of Gavin's foreskin gave in, rolling and rolling back to surrender his naked glans to the overwhelming heat of a pussy in desperate need of his seed. If it wasn't for the uncomfortable ache of his nuts, grinded against one another by her bulk, the elk's seed would have wet Jaura's insides right then and there.
"Ghhhah!" Gavin's gasp burst out of him as soon as he willed the rapid throbs of his shaft into submission, strategically delaying his orgasm so that he could bestow the same overpowering pleasure upon Jaura. Given how her muscles clamped and released him in quick, timid bursts, it became obvious to him the novelty of this experience interfered with her quality of her pleasure; that the fear of hurting him, the effort of holding her weight onto her limbs without leaning all the way back into him concerned her more than riding him to completion.
Erroneous as it might seem, Gavin's arms latched around her middle in the heat of the moment. His hooves dragged back a few inches, knees rising to give his legs proper purchase and his hips much-needed momentum to thrust into her. Although less than one inch of his cock remained out in the open, Gavin pumped it into her with as much force as he could muster, gritting his teeth in unison with her yowl that dwarfed the audible squelching of her thoroughly drenched pussy.
Jaura's weight shifted further onto her limbs, the arch of her back lessening enough to give the elk the necessary space to perform. Although she still kept her pussy angled towards his groin, the feline now maintained her weight on all fours, favoring her trembling haunches more.
"This...this is good," Gavin huffed, his panting breaths rivaling those of cloudy-eyed Jaura. To add further meaning to his words, he slid back as much of his erect shaft as the small distance between their bodies allowed, only to shove it back into her with a stronger, more vigorous motion.
"Mrrarhhh!" Jaura whined, snapping her jaws at him, her majestic body a quivering mess of desperate need. At the edge of his hazy, unfocused vision, Gavin noticed her paws scramble for purchase, her toes impatiently knead at the ground, her protracted claws digging small furrows as her very balance wavered.
"I know...I know..." he alternated soft, shallow, encouraging words with his thrusts, relying more on the subdued tone of his voice than the actual meaning of what he said. Conveying affection through elaborate touching came hard at first, so he kept his hands from straying too far, using them more like an anchor to fuel the drive of his hips.
Had he masturbated the previous days, Gavin would have far better succeeded at impressing Jaura. But as it stood, every squelching stroke into her virgin depths tested his self-control, for what male wouldn't let himself go when engulfed by wet, warm flesh squeezing at him from every side, begging for seed? Being her first time, Jaura was not only delightfully tight, but impatient to boot. Whereas Gavin's trained beasts paced themselves to maximize the enjoyment of their union with him, the feline's rump rocked against him in short, awkward bursts, uncertain of whether she should press against him like she did the first time or let him pump his full-fledged erection into her.
Gavin made that choice for her. Out of breath, with his cock bulged to its limits with unspent seed, the elk squeezed her frame tighter as he began pounding her increasingly faster, with wider, deeper thrusts meant to more thoroughly stimulate her. Ropes of female arousal rained all around them, splattering on the inside of his haunches and thighs both as the intensity of their mating sounds picked up. The contrast between the coldness of the night and the maddening warmth of her insides drove Gavin completely lust-crazed, stealing away every ounce of control he possessed, leaving him vulnerable to the greatest, most pressing need that flooded his pounding head.
The immense urge to finally cum.
With his cock and groin completely drenched in her juices, Gavin's motions became stronger, wilder, far less careful. Hips slammed against furred rump. Throbs surging through his shaft rivaled the constant, mighty squeezes of her cunt, converging into the finality of a mating that Jaura wasn't prepared for.
Just as his glans flared and his cock's girth inflated prior to his ejaculation, the big cat's muscles gripped his cock in an immensely blissful squeeze. It lasted a fleeting moment, but it was enough for Gavin to see only stars as the added pressure on his glans triggered his climax and subsequent spurts of thick, pent-up seed hoarded over a trying week.
No sound escaped him. Not even a feeble moan made it through his tightly sealed jaws. His face a contorted mask of unblemished pleasure, the elk hugged Jaura with all his might, nose buried into the fluff of her neck while her shuddering nethers milked him of every drop he had to give. Normally, she would have disciplined him with a stern, warning bite to the neck, similar to the one she had already inflicted upon him, but at the height of her climax, she cared for naught but the riptide of utter elation swelling within her.
Her suave moans, growls, cries and whimpers caressed Gavin's very soul, so rich and intense and genuine. It was only now, after he began tapering off, that his overstimulated cock began to notice the light gushes of honey drenching him and slipping past his softening length to pool onto his groin. The curt tremors dashing through her also began to lessen in intensity as the hold of pleasure began to loosen its grip on them, permitting elk and big cat both to breathe in the cool, soothing air of the night mixed with the pungent aroma of feline heat.
As it befitted her kind, Jaura wrestled herself free of Gavin's shrunken member without as much as an affectionate nuzzle. Dazed by the stupor of her first mating, she swayed towards the nearest patch of even ground where she collapsed on her side, taking in deep, panting breaths while her overflowing pussy leaked the excess of their combined fluids.
"Ahhhh," Gavin's sigh joined hers, filled with surprising fulfillment. This went far better than he anticipated from a big cat wrapped in the throes of her first heat, and his cock--his spent, aching cock clad in a layer of translucent climax--agreed wholeheartedly. True, he wished it could have gone in a tenderer, more elaborate way, but it took one quick glance at Jaura to brim with joy at having given her the opportunity to take the lead herself. To feel like she was in control.
To initiate her into the first step of her training, starting with the bond of trust.
***The End ***
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