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The lynx shook all over again, and then again, and yet again as the sensations and feelings coursed through his body. Jaw clenched, eyes screwed shut, ears back, little nub-tail up and twitching, he reached one arm up, gripped the bed's headboard, adjusted his position, and then slid right back into his rhythm.

The lioness beneath him felt it as well, with one leg braced against the mattress and the other wrapped halfway around his thighs, tightening and tugging to bring him closer to her with each thrust forward and down. Her maw hung open to give voice to each little pant and moan, her hot breath washing out across the lynx's face and tickling his whiskers, again and again. feeling that humid warmth, drawn in by it, there was nothing he could do but lean in and press his mouth to hers again, meeting first and then settling in and locking, if only for a moment. Then they parted again, each letting another moan dribble out and mingle in the hot space between them.

Eyes fluttering, muzzle creasing again and again with the little shocks of pleasure and pressure, the lioness reached up, found her partner's paw on the headboard, and ran her fingers down along his wrist and arm towards his shoulder. The other slid in through the short, thick fur of his upper back and pushed down, following over the little lines of ribs beneath fur and skin through where they gave way to soft flesh, then down along his waist and pumping hips as well. She swallowed again, squirmed, lifted her lower body, shuddered, settled back against the bed.

The lynx picked up the pace there, letting his paw fall from the headboard to her shoulder and then up along her jaw. The lioness turned her head and nuzzled into his touch, nose wrinkling a bit - he smelled so much like_her_, the fur there slightly matted and still a bit damp from earlier - but then shivered again, once he settled his nose into the crook of her neck. He sighed there, his own hot breath wafting back over his face, and dug in closer, lips pushing, seeking through the soft fur, nose drawing in the so-familiar mix of sweat and exertion on top of shampoo and soft, gentle perfume and, of course, just her. Slow, steady inhalations let out in fragmented, shuddering sighs, his entire body shaking, chest pressed against hers, as he continued his pace...

"You'll be..." The lynx swallowed and licked his lips, voice muffled by the rustling of fur on sheets and her shoulder against his muzzle. "You'll be fine..."

This close he could feel her heartbeat, both through her chest and in her neck against his muzzle, pounding in against his own, fast and hard. Her noises of pleasure in his ear sent little shivers of satisfaction through his body.

"Wh-" The lioness shivered again and rolled her head to the other side. "Fine - about-?"

"You know." The lynx nuzzled up towards her jaw again, leaving a trail of little nips as he went. When he reached one of her little round ears he breathed out, smiled at the way it made it flick and twitch, then took it between his lips and tugged gently. He lowered his voice to little more than a murmur then, so close to her ear. "As a mother."

"Oh..." Her mouth twitched in a faint little smile, though before he could see it blossom, she turned her head away. Her leg fell away from around him and came up instead, though her other arm began tracing back up his lower back. She ran her half-sheathed claws gently up along his spine, putting an extra little shiver behind his continuing thrusts. "Stop it, I'm..."

"I'm serious." The lynx couldn't help but grin too. The thought had always put a sweet little warmth into his chest and in the back of his head whenever it came up. "A little son, or a daughter. Hell, maybe - maybe both, we could..." He shuddered, paused in his pace, and then pulled himself a bit. The lioness beneath him sighed and squirmed with the sensation, as he did too; he bumped her forehead to hers, stole a quick kiss, then reached down to get at the right angle and then slowly sink back in. "We could... ah-..."

The feeling of both of her paws now tracing down his back towards his hips, gripping his waist and pulling him in again and again; the so-familiar sensation of the slick heat, inviting and welcoming, clenching and squeezing; her body shaking and shivering underneath his, the sweet tension and deliciousness proximity to one another... he leaned in again and nuzzled up underneath her chin.

"You've already had - plenty of practice with me," he went on, a little giggle accentuating his purr. "I cry about it and you feed me... I sit around and demand attention... you know. Nothing new. You'll be able to handle - a kitten or two just... just fine..."

His giggle echoed into her throughout this, until his head bounced against her chest from her laughter. "Stop it, you're - making it weird! I swear, I'm gonna... I'm..."

The lynx lifted his head again. "Yeah?"

"I'm - hah..."

He had started to feel it too. He watched her muzzle, watched the way her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted, how her shoulders moved and bunched and relaxed, how she squeezed and shifted around him. In those last few moments he returned a paw to the headboard but scooped the other underneath her body, lifting her hips up against his for him to pound down into.

Yeah, he thought about saying, but quickly found he couldn't form the words. Me too - and instead of speaking he nuzzled down, touched his nose to hers, gave a tired smile, and then leaned in for another kiss, this one sealing and settling, tightening as his body jerked and bucked, then again, and again; then breaking for a second while each caught a breath, and resuming as she, too, hit her peak. Her breath puffed out over his muzzle, once and then again; her legs splayed around him and then gripped tight. She pulled out of the kiss, squeezed his body down against hers, shook, shuddered... and then shivered again for another few seconds, before all the tension dripped out of her body.

Panting, exhausted, the lioness unwrapped herself from him, a look of exhausted satisfaction on her muzzle. The lynx remained where he was, but dove in for a quick kiss to the cheek.

"You devote yourself all the way to everything you do," he went on, voice still soft. A second later he pulled out, slick and sticky, and settled atop her. She was still twitching and shivering with the remnant pleasure. "That's why you'll be great. Will - not could."

Her arms slowly came up around his back and pulled him down again. "Yeah, yeah," she breathed, and nuzzled close. "Tell me about it. I can write up a contract if you'd like, since I think - after earlier today, and now, that should've done it..."

This time it was the lynx who laughed out loud. "Now _you're_making it weird."

Daet Wolfaur

Already Eric could tell there was something different about this one. It was in the way the other male looked at him, the way those huge paws brushed along his lower back and thigh as they made their way down the hall, the way he had thought about the marten's proposition, rolled it around in his head, and then nodded his assent, words basically useless beneath the music and commotion of the dorm party.

Or, technically, it wasn't quite a dorm party, but an off-campus arrangement involving many of the other students in the dorm. This tiger seemed to be one of them, an older guy that Eric, smaller marten, had seen around campus and in one or two of his classes every now and then. He had always had an eye on the big cat, had often snuck a glance in those classes or perked an ear to listen to his voice, and now that they had finally had some time together, bumping and brushing while dancing, retreating to the edge of the party to hold a little conversation, exchange numbers, let their paws wander a bit.

For such a big guy he seemed surprisingly reserved, at most giving a little chuckle hidden behind a paw or a smile and nod at the things Eric said. So many past experiences at such parties had led him to expect another of the same: some guy seeking him out, half-listening to his stories and jokes, then poking and prodding him down the hall for a quick and sweaty seven minutes before they would go their separate ways, never to speak again except for the _next_of the parties.

Not Skylar, though. Eric could tell this in the way the tiger glanced back at him in the hall, confidence and reassurance on his muzzle and a squeeze around Eric's paw, held in his own. The door opened and then shut behind the two of them, with Eric flicking the lock shut. This tiger was _definitely_older, clear not only in the look of his muzzle and slight streaks of faint silver between otherwise charcoal-black and ember-red fur, but in his behavior as well. He waited for Eric to turn back to face them, then held his arms out for the smaller male, his new encounter, his companion for the next however long it would take.

His paws were slow and gentle, careful yet confident, as they worked over Eric's slim, slight body. Fingerpads calloused yet still soft slid down his sides and then lifted his shirt up, up over his arms and head; then that short muzzle came in against his jaw, his chin, his chest, his belly. Skylar pulled the sleek marten on top of him as he fell back against the bed, confident paws running the course of his body again and again, touching him in a way that kept his nerves constantly shivering with arousal and anticipation.

The thumping from the music still came through the door and walls from down the hall, but it seemed far more distant now. Eric rested his arms over the tiger's shoulders and lifted himself up, big feline paws caressing his hips, coming forward to work at his pants fly, coaxing his shorts down his legs. He did the same for Skylar, too, running his fingers in through soft fur and tight muscles beneath. He remembered Skylar mentioning that he worked in roofing, though hadn't caught whether that was a past or current job beneath the cacophony of the party. He would have to ask him again, afterwards.

Once Eric settled back into his lap, the recognition snapped into place between the two of them, each looking into the other's eyes, each thrumming with arousal and want. Marten twitched and throbbed against tiger, one paw coming down to trace first over his own more familiar length, then back down across the other male's, before wrapping around and squeezing together - and then it was Skylar's paw there instead, lightly batting Eric's away to take the rhythm up himself. The marten squirmed and sighed at the sensation, nose twitching as he tasted his own scent overtaken by the slighter, softer presence of feline musk.

"Condom?" Skylar murmured, mouth close to his neck. He could feel his breath. "And lube?"

That was new, too. Usually his hookups just spat into their paws and slapped that underneath his tail, if they didn't offer poppers first. The marten smirked and squirmed again, pushing forward into his paw. "Yeah," he said, and nodded over to the nightstand. "They're... in..."

But he trailed off. The way that Skylar handled him, firm yet careful like in everything he did, kept the pleasure vibrating down between his thighs, wiping any sense and conscious thought from his head. He kept his paws on the tiger's shoulders, gripping and squeezing in rhythm with the feline's paw along him, keeping his shaft against Skylar's slightly bigger one. The heat, the closeness, the soft firmness... the tiger's other paw worked its way up and down along his lower back and thigh, alternating between pulling him forward into his lap and then just squeezing him in place, reassuring and gentle. Too often he had encountered head-pushers or otherwise during these fun little party outings, boys who would be content to cuddle for three minutes and then start tugging the marten down by the shoulders, or seizing his hips and grinding into him from behind through their clothes - which was all well and good, but this change of pace...

He found himself leaning forward, strengthening his grip on Skylar's shoulders, pushing his muzzle into the soft, thick fur of his cheek and neck, body shaking and shoulders tightening. This new, unfamiliar scent, bold and strong, tinted with some kind of cologne he couldn't quite place, intoxicating and rich while still subtle - and the rhythmic sensation of the paw working his length, squeezing him against the tiger's own, warm and determined.

To his surprise, it didn't take him much longer at all: within another few minutes Eric was leaning back, head tossed back and mouth open, as the pleasure of his peak overtook him. He bucked his hips forward and up, again and again, the heat and sharp ecstasy washing over him as he painted the tiger's belly with his load; Skylar rumbled softly, leaned in to lick and nip at the marten's neck, and squeezed the last few drops out of him, then uncurled his fingers from around him to finish himself as well, barely a minute and a half after. The two remained where they were, wrapped together as they sat, panting and catching their breath.

It was Eric who spoke first, his sticky shaft softening against Skylar's. "I could go for a round two..."

The tiger smirked. "I'd like to get to know you a bit better."

"Oh, yeah, I mean, we can go back to the party, and-" Only then did he see the look on his face and twinkle in his bronze eyes. Eric trailed off. "...Yeah. Here, let me... get those condoms..."

LomiDePuzlo

Lomi sighed as he lay back in place, the surface of the massage table warm from its time in the midmorning sun. All around him the garden rustled and swished in a gentle breeze, the sound of little insects and birds tickling at his ears just as that same sun tickled his skin, warmth pushing its soft fingers in through short fur, his whole body bared to the day. That was the only way, here.

It would be an easy day, hopefully. He shifted his arms under his head and settled into a more comfortable position, letting the warmth and comfort start to overtake him, body and mind both relaxed and slowly, sweetly drifting. Mind wandering, attention floating, he inevitably found himself in more preferable and pleasurable parts of his thoughts, with his nudity allowing a bit more temptation than he otherwise might have had; another shift of his position and then he ran a paw down his body, settled his fingers around his half-hard length, squeezed and pushed and sighed - and then jumped when someone else's paw settled in over his, following his rhythm for a moment before it pushed his away and took its place.

When he opened his eyes, though, relief flooded through him as swiftly as the surprise. Rhapsody grinned at him from above, white chestruff of fur pointing right down across her heavy chest, also bare, and everything lower. At her touch he swiftly came to his full arousal, especially when faced with such a display.

"Hey there," the hare purred. She slid her other paw in between his ears, fingers running softly along his fur, and then leaned down to plant a kiss first against his forehead, then his nose, and then his lips. "Looks like you need a little help."

"I wouldn't say I need it," he replied, and scooted over on the table to make room for her. Rhapsody smirked, braced that paw against the stone, and then began to lift herself up, still keeping a grip on his length. "But I wouldn't turn it down."

"No," she continued. Instead of coming up alongside his body, she lifted first one leg and then the other near his head, effectively straddling his short muzzle. "This, at least, you can't do yourself."

"Oh, my." The pika underneath her grinned and settled down again, pulling himself up along the table a bit. Her scent, soft and warm, wafted down over him just as her heat wrapped around his muzzle. "Got something for me?"

"More than something. Let me - just..."

She leaned forward and pushed herself down, first rubbing herself against his chin, then up a bit towards his lips and nose, then back down as she found a comfortable position. Warm, sticky slickness smeared over his fur, rich and intoxicating, so familiar; Lomi brought his arms up to wrap around her thighs spread around his head, both settling her into place there as well as keeping her spread in a way that was comfortable for him, too. Like this he kept his lips against hers - again, nudity was the only way, here - and his nose settled just beside the base of her small tail, each inhalation bringing with it a heady burst of her musk all over again.

Rhapsody slid that one paw down to the base of his length, pulling a little throb and buck out of the pika, and settled her other against his belly. She wriggled in place, grinding forward and back, forward and back a bit; then she swallowed, straightened up, sighed at the sensation of his lips and tongue beginning to work in place at her offering there; then she shuddered, her shoulders shook, she leaned forward a bit... and Lomi immediately felt what she had been aiming for, the wet warmth trickling out across his tongue and chin. The hare shook and her stream dribbled to a stop, then swiftly picked back up again.

He rumbled again with enjoyment, his own arousal rising yet again with the extra scent and taste, rich and sharp, salty and musky yet not in the slightest way unpleasant. Rhapsody sighed as the relief continued to wash over her, in quite a different way than it washed across the pika underneath her. She straightened up and leaned back, squishing her rump back on Lomi's muzzle so she could spread herself with two fingers and aim up and forward a bit, stream arcing through the air and splashing down against his chest, his belly, a bit lower, until... it splashed and poured against his length directly, the tension of the push palpable in her thighs wrapped around his head and shoulders. He let a low breath of pleasure shiver out between her legs, the pika reaching down to lift himself up into the arc.

"I thought I'd... find you out here..." Rhapsody went on. Lomi could feel her run her fingers down between her lips, interrupting her stream and making it spray and splash out against his chest and between her legs as well. "I figured if I'm on my way over, I might as well - take a pit stop right here instead of both heading to the bathroom, y'know?"

It wasn't like he could give much of a verbal response from where he lay. "Mmh..." he purred, breath puffing out, mixing with her natural musk and that of her mark, and then coming back in around his head again. Rhapsody worked her hips as she continued, intentionally rubbing the slickness of her arousal as well as the dripping wetness of her piss into his muzzle and chin even as it started to dribble back down from that stream into a steady drip, the rivers of warm yellow cutting rivers in Lomi's fur, gathering along the stone surface of the table beneath his back, and then trickling down the legs of the table where it splattered and splashed against the ground below.

Relieved and relaxed, Rhapsody settled back again, resting more of her weight through her rump onto the pika's nose and muzzle. Even from here, though, he could see her grin, and then felt her paw return to its place around his now-soaked and dripping length.

"Of course," she continued, "that's not all I came out here for. Mind if I take up a bit more of your time, dear?"