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Desert wind cut though Vera's cloak as she looked out at her ruined village, but she didn't care; the knowledge that most of her people had escaped from the raid was the only thing that mattered now.

She pulled her rifle from the sand and turned away from the ashes of the only place that had ever felt like home, and she prayed that her mate had escaped safely from the bandit gang who had driven them to destroy their own village.

The desert is cleansing in its brutality, strength is the law of the sands.

Vera tried to take comfort in the old maxim as she made her way to the rendezvous point and felt the sliding roughness of the terrain under her paws. She moved slowly for there weren't any left to chase her, and she suddenly realized her fingers were reloading the weapon that had already killed so many.

Strength is the law of the sands.

The puma stopped as her paw began shaking and she dug the butt of her gun back into the ground. What would she do if her mate was dead? How could she face her if she was still alive? Vera tore her mask off to feel the sting of the wind through her fur as she looked over the bleak expanse and the harsh, setting sun.

She tried to remember each careful shot she had taken as the bandit gang poured over her village like a ravenous swarm. She'd killed at least fifteen before they reached the traps, and she'd picked off at least ten more of those who weren't incinerated in the blast.

Vera collapsed to her knees as she envisioned the pink clouds of organic mist that seemed too close through the sights of her rifle, and she grabbed a handful of sand as though it would keep her attached to the earth. The sickening smell of blood filled her nose as she retched at the images crowding into her mind.

But...strength is the law of the sands.

Vera let the coarse grit fall back through her fingers as she stood to resume her journey. She'd done what had to be done. She'd helped to keep her people safe. And with that thought in mind, she felt like maybe she would be able to meet Tamera's striking, blue gaze when she returned. If Tamera was still there to wait for her.

The thought of losing her mate ushered more speed to Vera's steps as she shuffled over the dunes. She had to know if Tamera was safe, even if it meant seeing horror crawl over her face when she counted how much ammunition Vera had left. Please, still be alive...

Vera came upon the small bivouac for the refugees of her village, and she was astonished at how few their numbers seemed. She and the other snipers would have been the last to arrive after they searched for any raiders who had gotten past them...This was all who were left...

"Tammy?" She called desperately as she looked around the campfires, "Tamera are you there?" She rushed around and ignored the grateful looks and greetings as people recognized her voice, "Tammy?!"

"Vera!" a voice called from a distant campfire.

The puma ran over to her mate with impolite steps that sent sand flying through the air behind her. She dropped her rifle and fell into the embrace of her precious lynx as they crushed their bodies together. They were both still alive, and relief washed around the couple like a consoling dervish. Vera kissed every inch of Tamera's face as they wordlessly radiated their emotions, and finally settled into a comfortable hug as she inhaled her lovely, familiar scent.

"How many did you kill...?" Tamera asked softly as she rubbed her cheek against Vera's.

"All of them...they're all gone. We can go back," the puma whimpered as she shut her eyes against the visions of death flitting though her mind.

"They deserved worse," Tamera whispered as she put a paw on the back of her mate's neck, "I was wrong before...I was so wrong...I saw them...slaughtering anyone as we ran away," she gasped as a sob shook her, "...even the children...and I heard those demons laughing as they cut them down...like it was nothing..."

Vera felt a wave of hatred coursing through her veins like fiery whips. Tamera was right, they deserved worse than the quick death of a bullet through their hearts.

"I didn't let any of them survive," Vera's head bowed, "even the ones who were just trying to escape...I thought you'd be terrified by what I'd done...I didn't even know if I could face you again, petal," she said with soft anguish.

"Don't ever say that," Tamera rasped, "Don't ever make me think that you won't come back to me," she pulled back to look into Vera's deep yellow eyes. "You saved us...You've given us back our home..."

What little is left of it, Vera thought bitterly. But she still had what mattered most, she still had her dazzling lynx. She took Tamera's paw in hers and pulled her into a kiss.

Vera felt her mate placing a paw under her crotch in their customary greeting, and she quickly reached to cradle Tamera's own. The affectionate hermaphrodites fondled each other gently, and the familiarity of each others' touch eased some of the sorrow even as the chaos around them held away their arousal.

"Commander Vera!" the rough call of the Chieftain sounded as he approached, "Did the plan work? Can we return?"

The couple halfheartedly broke their caresses and turned to face the approaching jackal, "It worked, the bandits are wiped out," Vera replied sadly, "But the village..."

"A sacrifice we knew had to be made," the Chieftain returned remorsefully, "It would have been destroyed either way...Thank you, Commander. Without you and the other snipers to draw the bandits in, the rest of our people couldn't have escaped...I'll begin rounding up the caravaners for our return."

"Chief..." Vera blurted as the jackal turned away.

"Yes, Commander?" the aged leader looked over his shoulder at her.

"If we had failed...how would the rest of you have survived? Where could you have gone?" She asked quietly.

The Chieftain smiled grimly before looking away again, "The desert is not in the practice of forgiving failure," he walked slowly towards a nearby fire as he spoke, "We would have found a new home, or we would have died under the sun; as has always been the fate of those who gamble against the dunes and lose."

Returning to their small oasis was not an easy journey for some, and too often a heart wrenching cry would sound from the procession as the shadowy mass of a loved one's corpse became recognizable in the dim light of the stars. No matter the accuracy of Vera's snipers, they had known some of the bandits would get through, and the silent dead marked cruel signposts on the sand; more sacrifices pointing at the survival of those who remained.

Vera held Tamera close and twisted her tail around her mate's as the sight of a particularly small, crumpled form sent the lynx shaking in tears. Vera's yellow eyes closed as she felt her stomach twisting in revulsion at the huddled shape. She should have known that the inevitability of violence would find her again, but there were some things that even an ex-soldier could never and should never get used to.

"Caravaners!" The Chief called as they crested into the valley with their blackened village smoldering in the center, "Distribute the tents and make camp away from the ruins..." his voice broke slightly as he looked at the remains of the structures and broken walls that used to hold back the desert. "We have a hard day tomorrow...But take some comfort in seeing this destroyed place, for it is still ours. No one will dare try to take it from us again." Then he shouted with authoritative coarseness, "The sands have no master!"

"And we are of the sands," the procession intoned together. The maxim helped to settle some of those who were weeping at the sight of the smoking debris, and lines quickly formed in front of the carts that carried their supplies.

"How much were you able to save?" Vera whispered as they waited in turn to receive their tent and belongings.

"Most of our affects and our money. But your brush fell out as I was running...I'm sorry..." Tamera rested her head against Vera's.

"I always liked yours better anyway, petal," the puma replied with a small smile as she put her lips to her mate's tufted ear. "I'll get a new one on the next trading run to the city, though...it may be a while."

"I'll give you a bath first to make up for it, lemon," Tamera whispered in assurance, her paw gently winding along Vera's back, "And I don't think the others will mind if we sleep late tomorrow; They know how much danger you and the others were in while the rest of us escaped."

Vera adjusted the strap of her rifle subconsciously as she looked around. Forlorn faces turned to smile briefly as they saw her unmasked face, and she nodded wordlessly at those who thanked her. She didn't feel like a hero, she felt like a soldier again, and her stomach squirmed as she thought about what that used to mean for her...

A caravaner handed the couple their supplies with extra care, even hopping down to help Vera put her pack on over her rifle.

"Thanks, Toby, but I can manage," Vera rebuked softly as she swung the duffel in place.

"Just trying to show that we appreciate what you gunners did for us," the rat smiled as he jumped back into the cart.

"Then give the rest of the snipers a ration of spirits on my authority," Vera replied quietly as she picked up the folded tent, "I'm sure there's more than one who would rather forget what happened here, and they'll need something to toast to Cree."

"We lost him?" Toby asked crestfallen.

Vera nodded and lowered her gaze, "He took down five before they caught up with him. But he died well, with his bayonet though the heart of the one that killed him."

A look of rage crossed the young rat's face before he straightened his back and put on an expression of respect.

"To Cree!" Toby shouted as he covered his right eye with his palm.

"To Cree..." Vera whispered as she returned the salute. She didn't want to think about it now, she just wanted to have sex with her mate until she fell asleep in the comfort of her embrace. The sight of Tamera's beautiful genitals had always been able to numb away the agony of the past, and the dead would still be ready to be mourned tomorrow.

Tamera seemed to know what Vera was thinking, and she pulled the puma's tail gently until it wrapped back around her shorter one. They still had each other, and she wanted to help Vera in any way she could. The thought that either one of them could have died in the raid was making her anxious to feel her mate intimately, anxious to feel how they were both still alive and in love.

The couple set up their tent with practiced speed, eager to get out of their desert garb so they could bathe the sand from each other. Vera had already removed her cloak and loose jerkin before she closed the flap of the tent, and she allowed the gentle breeze of the desert to swirl over her body. The puma smiled slightly at the cold of the night as it made her nipples press out from her sensuously proportioned breasts, and she shivered in anticipation of feeling the brush pass through her pinkish-beige fur.

Tamera's gently striped patterns danced over her body as she wriggled out of her clothes, and she shook off some of the grit before putting them over the taught wire running along the wall. Her undergarments were already tenting with her arousal as she saw Vera taking off her pants and close-fitting underwear that held away the sand. She had always loved watching her mate undressing, and she worked her waistband carefully over her gently twitching penis.

The aroused lynx pulled a large brush out of her pack, and wound the internal mechanism that made it vibrate quickly to help shake out the sand. She had to resist the urge to put the edge of the brush along her cleft as she looked at Vera's sheath, regretting that the moisture would make bathing them much more difficult. She moved behind her mate to begin running the bristles through her desert-roughed fur, and smiled at the sound of Vera's appreciative purring.

"Do you want me to do your front, lemon?" Tamera asked as she ran the brush down Vera's luxuriously long tail.

"Better not," the puma giggled at the tickling sensation of the grooming, "I'm getting hard just thinking about you and I don't want to risk having my legs all wet from seeing your penis." She crossed her knees as her vagina ignored her wishes and began leaking her nectar.

"Well, do your tummy quickly then," Tamera chuckled and reached around to hand her the brush. She began massaging Vera's neck as the puma quickly rewound the mechanism and scraped it over her breasts and stomach.

Vera turned after she finished her legs and winced as the tip of her erect penis bounced up at the sight of her mate's sexes, and a gentle squirt of precum dribbled off the end of her cock as she looked at the creamy white fur of Tamera's balls. They had already pushed out in arousal and her penis was pulsing excitedly above them, the gentle taper of her shaft bulging back out into its erotic, pointed head. She wanted to feel it inside of her so badly...

But, grooming was necessary, and Vera unhappily recalled the time that they had started making love with sand still locked in their fur. It had taken days for the painful grittiness to come out completely after it mixed like cement with their ejaculations, and they couldn't afford ruining their only remaining brush.

So, Vera began running it over Tamera's striped, golden fur, and fought against the desire to push their penises together as she cupped the lynx's smaller breasts. Just a few more brushes now, Vera thought excitedly as her cock bounced with her increasing heartbeat. Just have to do her cute little tail and then she's all mine.

Tamera spun quickly so Vera could finish grooming, her toes clenching into the soft mat under her paws as the brush tickled her. She absently began stroking herself as she stood, the buzzing exfoliation of the brush making her fur feel fluffy and divine. Hurry up, my love. I can't wait to taste you.

Vera dropped the brush the moment Tamera was clean and pulled her around into a deep, writhing kiss. The couple pushed their sexes together and began laughing as they felt the differences in their penises. Vera could never stop from giggling when her smooth, tapered cock brushed against the more sensuous head of her mate's, and her rarely seen mirth was always too infectious for Tamera to resist. The lynx ground her hips forward as she rubbed her thumb over Vera's nipple, their members crossing to dribble precum into the silky, brushed fur of their partners' stomach.

A citrusy sweetness filled the air as the lovers moved to their bedroll, and Tamera knelt down to suck greedily on her mate's penis. She gripped her own member tightly as her agile tongue sent shivers of arousal through Vera's body. But the lynx's cock was throbbing with need, so she could only sample the nectarous tang briefly before laying back with her hips gently thrusting in desire.

Vera straddled the softly whimpering lynx and lowered onto her, cradling her own churning testicles as she guided Tamera's penis with the other paw. She gasped as she settled onto the lustily shaped head, and bucked her hips forward to shoot a reflexive spurt of precum onto Tamera's belly. She rotated her hips with lusty moans as she felt Tamera's fantastic cock pushing her vaginal walls apart, and finally sat on her lovers hips as her penis twitched anxiously in front of her.

"Oh, damnit...petal, I forgot to grab the oil," Vera moaned in frustrated lust, referring to the perfumed lubricant they liked to masturbate with when they had sex in this position. She rocked her hips hoping that she could produce enough precum to use instead of having to get up to find it.

"Luckily...I planned ahead," Tamera gasped and reached under the wide pillow behind her to produce the slender bottle. She shakily squirted a dollop into her paw and smeared it over Vera's appreciatively throbbing cock.

"You're...so...amazing," the puma breathed ecstatically in between the strokes of Tamera's paw, and she began bouncing in the desire to pleasure her mate for the forethought.

The lynx gasped as her cock warmed inside of Vera's walls, and she gripped her paws on the puma's bucking waist. "I thought we wooOHuldn't...be able to...uhhnn...concentrate ...oAHHHnce we got naked," Tamera panted around her lewd moans of bliss before beginning to hump up with more vigor.

Vera's eyes shut in happy contentment as she began stroking her cock with each pumping bounce on her mate. She was going to make her pretty little lynx cum twice for this.

Vera began rolling her hips forward as she rose, causing twinges of increased sensation as the head of Tamera's penis raked inside of her. The rutting lynx tensed each time it happened, forcing her cock to swell more as the lovers fought to bring the other to orgasm faster. The elated puma felt the erogenous form hardening and countered by twisting her hips quickly, stimulating her mate's sensitive glans even more as they gasped together from the erotic tug-of-war.

Vera was losing, but not for lack of effort, and she yelped as a buzzing twinge rocketed through her penis and sent blissful heat to her clitoris. She ripped her paw from her member in a last ditch effort to stave off her climax, and bent back to try to ambush her mate with a surprise burst of sensation.

The gambit worked, and she cried out lewdly as she felt the splashes of hot semen rushing up her vagina, forcing her to hump forward frantically as her testicles pressed up into her. Spurts of sweetly tangy fluid erupted from her penis towards Tamera, who's mouth was open in blissful desire to taste the lemony syrup that inspired the pet name for her mate.

Vera aimed her ejaculating member towards her lover's muzzle as well as she could in the throes of her orgasm, and she continued thrusting forward to sustain the power of her spurts. As soon as the rhythmic clenching of her vagina died down enough for her to realize Tamera was finished ejaculating, she smoothly rose off of her softening penis and crawled back to start sucking her. The satisfied lynx gasped and looked down in surprise as she felt Vera's tongue tickling her flaccid cock, and her lips drew back in an aroused smile as she recognized her ravishing puma's scheme.

Tamera's whimpering moans resumed as expert fingers pushed down around her sheath, adding enough erotic pressure to force her limp cock to stay in Vera's mouth. The lynx involuntarily began thrusting her hips up to intensify the feeling, and screeched in delight as Vera's delicate touch began to include her tingling clitoris and labia. Her testicles pushed out over the back of the Vera's paw in anticipation of another orgasm, only to clench up almost immediately as Vera flicked her tongue rapidly over the sensitive head of Tamera's cock.

Bittersweet semen erupted into Vera's mouth, and she drank the deliciously complex flavor happily as she pressed a paw around her own buzzing shaft. The eroticism of their mingled fluids coupled with the well-timed pressure on her sheath was enough to send her wiggling member into the paroxysms of orgasm, and she leaned forward with an arm braced against the ground as the taste of their cum spurred her to join in the sweet pleasure of release. Tamera was writhing in euphoria at the surprise climax while she gripped her spurting flaccidity, and her breath only came faster when she felt Vera's cock gushing hot trails of sweetly aromatic semen onto her legs.

When Tamera's ejaculations stopped and Vera finally rolled over to stroke her own overstimulated penis, the lynx fought through the afterglow haze to continue pressing a paw around her sheath. She gasped rapidly and pushed down harder, her need to orgasm again driving away the ache of her testicles and her weakly sputtering vagina. Vera's mouth opened in arousal and quickly joined in the effort to masturbate, her lover's frantic heaves encouraging her to try to climax again as well.

The hermaphrodites' eyes darted anxiously at each others' sexes, letting it become another erotic contest to see who could orgasm first. Vera arched her back and drew her elbows tighter, forcing her breasts to push together lewdly as she massaged her thumb against the base of her protesting cock and clutched at her vulva. She giggled at the sight of Tamera's hind paws shaking while she pointed her toes and clenched her legs, trying to force her testicles into acknowledging her desires while she shoved her fingers into her tingling sheath.

This time it was a practical tie, both lovers bucking their hips and panting breathlessly as a meager sputter of their now watery semen dripped over their paws. They tugged blissfully at their flaccid members and gazed with ecstatic affection at each others' decadently coital achievement. Their satisfaction only increased as each watched her mate's cock tremble in a final, beleaguered ejaculation, and they looked at each other lovingly as their penises resolutely crawled into their respective sheaths.

Tamera reached a paw over to stroke Vera's testicles as they pulled back up into her groin, and sighed happily as she felt her own doing the same. It had been a while since they'd played her favorite variation of their sexual games, and she purred eagerly for their next session as her eyelids slowly fell.

Vera crossed her paws over Tamera's and contentedly closed her eyes with the glowing warmth of her sexes cradled under their fingers. Just a quick nap, she promised herself. Just a couple hours' rest...and then it's my turn to be inside her...