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Kyle adjusted the cuffs of his tuxedo one more time as he swallowed hard, eyeing the big wooden doors with more than a little trepidation. His concerns weren't about whether or not he was doing the right thing - he loved Sam with all his heart and he was determined to marry him - but rather he was concerned about what kind of reaction they were going to get. Their friends and even their parents had been accepting and understanding, and Kyle's parents in particular seemed to enjoy the wolverine's company. But the snow leopard couldn't help but feel as though a wedding was pushing it...and not just a small affair, a full-on church ceremony with reception in the fellowship hall. He kept expecting some kind of blowback over it, but the church had been more than happy to rent the space to them so long as they paid.

He sighed softly as he stared at himself in the mirror above the table in the foyer. His deep navy blue hair, which usually fell to his shoulders, was neatly trimmed and tied back into a short ponytail to make his face stand out. His grey fur held light purple undertones, and the rosette-shaped spots were the same navy blue of his hair, all expertly groomed. The tuxedo, too, was expertly tailored to fit his slender frame like a sleek black glove, the only hints of color the baby blue bowtie and cumberbund, both matching the color of his eyes.

He was so lost in thought as he stared into the mirror that he almost didn't hear the wolverine when he entered the foyer. It was only when Sam made a soft noise in his throat that Kyle spun around, startled, and felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked up at the man he was about to marry.

Sam stood a full five inches taller than the snow leopard at six feet. The wolverine was smiling at him, and if he was at all nervous, it didn't show in the grin or in his red-orange eyes. His fur, which was usually wild and unkempt, was combed back from his eyes in a spill of red and brown. His sideburns were the same reddish-brown, and Kyle knew from experience that the same colors could be found on the tip of Sam's tail and in the warm cleft of his pecs and trail of his abs. The rest of his fur was dark brown, save for the jet black fur of his paws and feet. His paws were actually one of Kyle's favorite things about him...they were much larger than usual, even for a guy Sam's size, and Kyle loved holding them, and feeling them wrapped around him. Sam was strong, too, with an athletic build that was clear even through his own tuxedo. He wore a bowtie of his own, as close to the flaming color of his eyes as they could manage to find.

Kyle realized his mouth must have been hanging open a bit - it was the first time he'd seen his husband to be since the day before, and the first time he'd seen him in the tux - because Sam's grin only widened.

"You look amazing," he said, his voice deep but just as friendly as the day they'd met.

Kyle blushed beneath his fur, his ears laying back as he smiled and nodded. "You look amazing, too, baby."

"Are we all set?"

Kyle nodded. "Kris went in to give them a heads up, and we'll be ready to start when he gets back. Is Paige ready?"

Sam chuckled softly. "She wanted to touch up her hair, but she should be along in a second."

"She did a bang-up job on you, I have to say," the snow leopard grinned.

The wolverine grinned widely, eyes shining. "She said my hair was the hardest part, of course. Honestly, it reminded me of when we were kids and she used to play barber."

Kyle laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it. "Maybe I should've got her to do mine, too," he said, reaching back to check his ponytail. "Kris is great, but it took both of us to figure out how to get me into this tuxedo." He reached down into the pocket and his paws closed around the small box there. "Which reminds me...do you have the ring?"

Sam nodded and produced a small box of his own. "I haven't let it out of my sight since you gave it to me. I know how important it is to you."

Kyle blushed softly. He had been pretty insistent on using the rings ever since he'd found them in his parents' attic. When he'd asked them, they told him that the rings were family heirlooms, last worn by his grandparents. They'd called them 'promise rings,' and his father had told him that according to family legend, the vows you swore when you exchanged the rings would come true so long as you wore the rings. Of course Kyle had found the idea incredibly romantic, and he'd begged his parents to let him use them. It had been easy to convince the wolverine to use them, since Sam was nearly as hopeless a romantic as he was.

He was about to answer when those big wooden doors opened and a snow leopard emerged. Kris looked nearly identical to his brother, though his hair was a lighter shade and his bowtie was the deep green of a groomsman. "We're all ready when you are," he said.

"Perfect timing," a female voice answered. Paige appeared from the side room behind her brother, her dress the same dark shade of green as Kris's bowtie, her red hair trailing down her back. She paused to hug her brother and her brother-in-law before stepping up beside Kris and taking his arm. "Time to get this show on the road."

Kyle felt his heart in his throat as he stepped up behind his brother and offered his arm to Sam. The wolverine smiled down at him as he took it, and just the feel of that huge paw on his arm, the warmth of his body so close, made the leopard forget all about his worries. They had already started forward into the church before he noticed, the faces of his friends and family all a blur as they made their way to the altar one step at a time. All he could think about was the man on his arm - his HUSBAND - and the life they were about to begin together.

The couple took their places before the altar in front of the smiling justice of the peace, an older golden retriever who stood with his paws clasped at his waist. When everyone was settled, he motioned for everyone to sit down and began the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two people, Sam and Kyle, in the sacred union of marriage. If there are no objections, we shall proceed." He paused just a moment and Kyle felt a small quiver of fear as his gaze darted out towards his friends and family. When no one stood up and began screaming at them, he let out a small sigh of relief. He looked back up at Sam and grinned as the ceremony continued.

"Do you, Sam, take Kyle to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

The wolverine grinned. "I do."

"And do you, Kyle, take Sam to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?"

Kyle couldn't keep the grin off his face as he looked up into the wolverine's eyes. "I do."

"The couple will now exchange rings."

Both men reached into their pockets and pulled out the little black ring boxes. Sam took the ring from the box and held it up to the snow leopard's paw.

"Kyle...I feel like I've loved you ever since I met you, and every day my love grows even more..." He slipped the ring on the leopard's paw, the silver band seeming to glitter. "I promise you, our love will only grow."

The snow leopard took the wolverine's larger paw and slipped the ring onto his finger, grinning softly. "I promise," he repeated. "Our love will only grow."

"Then by the power vested in me," the justice continued, "I know pronounce you married. You may now kiss the groom."

The two of them stood grinning at each other for a moment, unable to keep the happiness off their faces as they embraced. Kyle felt almost light-headed as he felt the wolverine's strong arms around him, and as they kissed, he body felt as though it were coming alive for the first time, tingling from head to toe, his clothing grown tight around him. It suddenly felt almost hard to breath, and as their lips slowly parted, as he looked up into Sam's fiery eyes, they were both panting softly.

The sound of applause brought their attention back up to the crowd of family and friends, and Kyle grinned widely, blushing with both joy and embarrassment. The music began to play, and he looked up at Sam with a grin. The wolverine nodded and gripped his paw and the two of them started back down the aisle amid a shower of flower petals and bird seed.

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Kyle stood on the wooden deck looking out over the sandy beach of Foxfire Island, the exclusively gay resort they had chosen for their honeymoon. It had been less than 24 hours since they'd been married, and the first time they'd had any down time...after the reception, they'd had to rush to catch the plane and slept all along the way. From there, they'd taken a ferry to the island, only to fall into bed and sleep another six hours before crawling out of bed for food.

The snow leopard had been a little concerned about heading out onto the island at first. The island had a reputation for not only being gay friendly but for exhibitionist displays of sex and nudity, things Kyle had never really been exposed to before. But Sam had been insistent on taking him out and showing off his new husband, and he had been equally insistent that he wear the small blue speedo that revealed much more of his rump and package than Kyle had ever intended on flaunting. But the leopard couldn't deny that it was comfortable, and he secretly enjoyed the looks of the other guests when he passed by, though the attention still made him blush.

He leaned on the wooden railing, paws clasped before him, his blue hair blowing in the breeze, gazing out over the ocean, thick tail curled thoughtfully behind him. The sun caught the silver band of his ring and made it glint, drawing his eye down to his paw to admire it. It still seemed so unreal...he was MARRIED.

"Looking good."

He looked up, startled, and turned to see his husband walking towards him, dressed in nothing but a red speedo and a blue button-up bermuda shirt decorated with palm trees, carrying two small pink mixed drinks. Kyle's first reaction was to grin and then to smirk playfully.

"What happened to 'nothing but our speedos'?" he asked, running a paw over the wolverine's shirt.

"You don't like it?" he asked with a grin, bending in for a quick kiss and wrapping his arms around him, careful not to spill the drinks. "I saw it in the gift shop on the way back and couldn't resist."

Kyle kissed him back and then took the drink from his hand. "It definitely suits you...and a nice contrast to all that red." He smirked as he took a sip of the fruity concoction, his eyes playfully teasing over the wolverine's form. The shirt was almost too small for him, and he'd left the top two buttons open so that the red fur between the cleft of his pecs could peek out. The same shade of red was trailing down his inner thighs, tapering off above his knee before changing to jet black.

Sam smirked back as he watched the snow leopard's eyes trailing down his body. "You know you love it," he grinned, his voice a low growl, one Kyle knew well.

"Someone's frisky," he breathed softly. "Maybe we should head back to the room?"

Sam's red-orange eyes seemed to come alive as he squeezed the leopard closer, close enough to feel the growing bulge in his speedo. He leaned in close, as though for a kiss, his breath a lusty whisper. "Why?"

Kyle felt his body react to his mate's, but he held a paw up against his chest in a half-hearted attempt to push him away. The action only really let him feel the firmness of the wolverine's nipple through the thin material of the shirt, bringing a blush to his face. "We...we can't do it HERE..."

The wolverine squeezed him closer, his arms flexing around him, one paw sliding down to cup his ass, the other pressing his head closer to his chest so he could whisper again, right into his ear. "Why not here?" His voice held a low, possessive growl. "I want to show the world how much I love you."

Kyle gasped softly as a strange sensation swept over him, the same sort of sensation he'd felt during their wedding, as though his body were coming alive. This close to Sam's chest, he could hear the wolverine's heart beating faster, and heard him gasp softly above him. He could smell him, too, even over the scent of the new shirt, the masculine scent of his lover, his lover's arousal...he moaned softly and bit his lip, and just stood there as the wolverine's tongue rolled out along the edge of his ear, shuddering softly as he watched the rise and fall of Sam's chest against him. He could see the buttons of the shirt straining each time Sam took a breath, and he let out another low moan as the uppermost button popped, letting out more of the wolverine's musky scent and exposing more of the ruddy brown and red fur along his pecs.

It took everything the snow leopard had to pull back from that embrace, but he finally did, panting heavily and grinning up into Sam's face. "You're kind of the devil," he said, reaching down to quickly adjust the sizeable bulge of his speedo.

Sam smirked down gently, his paws still holding his husband's forearms. "Why? Because I want to have sex with you?"

The snow leopard blushed and looked away, back towards the hotel. "Because having sex here would probably get us kicked out...," he said, though his voice was doubtful. His thick tail flicked nervously behind him as he tried to pull back another step from the wolverine.

But Sam only stepped in closer. "Nonsense. Just look at them!" He pointed Kyle's gaze down the beach where a group of felines were camped out for the day. A large lion and a tiger were already in the throes of their first orgasm, while a smaller, darker lion was rubbing oil over a large bear's back. Further down the shore, a ginger-maned lion and a sabertooth were splashing each other in the waves, both rock hard, and all of them absolutely nude.

Kyle's blush was still burning in his cheeks when he shyly looked back up into Sam's eyes, and the wolverine's face softened a bit. "We don't have to be that public if you don't want," Sam said softly. "But I don't want to go back to the room to make love to you. Maybe we can compromise."

"What do you...?" Kyle started to ask, but his voice trailed off as the larger wolverine began to lead him across the deck, down a path lined with tropical flowers and palms. Sam kept a tight hold on his paw as they made their way down the path to find a series of small huts constructed out of reeds, palms, and beaded curtains. A sign nearby merely said 'Couples Retreat' though there were signs hanging outside of the individual huts. One said 'Privacy Please,' while another said 'Cum on in!' Kyle laughed softly and blushed as he heard the cacophony of sounds from within, grunting, moaning, and the soft, wet sounds of sex.

He looked up at the grinning wolverine and laughed softly again as he whispered, "You want to do it here?"

"Why not?" Sam said. "There's a bungalow open for us."

Kyle dropped his voice even lower as he whispered back, leaning in close. "But they'll hear us..."

Sam leaned in closer as well, his breath warm against the leopard's ears. "That's kind of the point." He wrapped his paws around the snow leopard again and pulled him close, kissing him roughly. "I want them all to hear you moaning...," he leaned in and licked the leopard's cheek, "...I want them to know I'm making love to my husband..."

The snow leopard blushed again as he again felt that tingling sensation throughout his body. He gasped softly and one hand slid down to his speedo, adjusting it...it seemed so much tighter now...

Sam led him to the door of one of the huts and Kyle chuckled as the wolverine actually had to duck to go inside. "They definitely didn't design these for bigger guys," Kyle grinned as he passed through the beaded curtain. The place almost felt claustrophobic, even to him, and consisted of just a small, soft cot with clean white linens and a nightstand. There were no windows, but the walls were thatched, allowing the ocean breeze to pass through, and as the beaded curtains settled back into place, Kyle felt himself blushing again. The room gave the ILLUSION of privacy, but there really wasn't any privacy to be found here.

He briefly considered asking Sam to go back to the room again, but then the Wolverine turned to face him, another button missing from his shirt, his speedo stretched tight across a straining package, and a huge grin on his face, and all thoughts of waiting another moment to be with him flew out of his mind. His mouth must have been hanging open just a bit, because Sam chuckled softly and reached out with a dark paw to stroke his cheek.

"You're beautiful when you're blushing, kitten," the wolverine growled softly. He pulled the snow leopard further into the room and then pushed him down softly onto the edge of the bed, kneeling before him, running his paws along his thighs. Kyle quivered at the touch, bracing himself with his arms as Sam slid those oversized paws around his legs and up to the waistband of his speedo. "At least one part of you doesn't seem too shy, though."

The snow leopard snorted and laughed, finally relaxing a bit, letting a bit of the tension ease out of him as he raised his hips to help the wolverine slide the swimsuit off. Kyle sighed with relief as they slid down his body, not just because his swollen member was free, but because he felt like he could finally breathe. He hadn't realized just how tight the speedo had been until he took it off.

Sam had been right about one thing, for sure: his shaft wasn't shy about showing how he felt. Seven inches of pink flesh rose from the creamy white fur of his sheathe, with golf-ball sized orbs dangling below in a cream-colored sac. The mushroom tip was thick and already the slit was moist with the first dribble of preseed. He moaned softly as the scent of his own musk wafted up to greet him, and his head rolled back when Sam ran his tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock.

The wolverine licked his hips as he raised his head to watch his lover's reaction. "That's it, kitten," he said. "Purr for me..."

Kyle gasped as Sam bent back to his shaft and took the tip into his maw, careful of those sharp teeth, always so gentle with him. But his mouth was eager, his tongue rolling against the slit as his paw slid around to Kyle's lower back, pulling the leopard closer. Kyle squirmed in his grip and again felt that strange sensation, as though his fur were standing on end. The wolverine's mouth brought another gasp from him and bowed his back as inch after inch disappeared into Sam's maw, sliding over the warmth of his tongue, brushing over the roof of his mouth.

The tingling sensation intensified as Kyle threw his head back and closed his eyes, his paw sliding over Sam's head through all that wild red hair. "Don't stop, baby, please....don't stop..."

But a sudden ripping sound brought both of them to a stop, Kyle lifting his head and Sam looking up, licking the leopard's preseed from his lips. "What was that?"

"Your shirt....you ripped it," Kyle said slowly as he gazed down at the tattered sleeves. One had completely ripped apart around his shoulder, the other was strained to the max, and another button had disappeared, but instead of hanging open, the shirt seemed stretched tight around the wolverine's chest.

Sam leaned back a bit to peer down at himself with a frown. "I don't understand. This shirt wasn't nearly this tight when I bought it!"

Kyle sat up on the bed and reached out to tug at the shirt. "Maybe it shrank?"

"How, though? I didn't even get it wet!" He tugged at the shirt himself, and frowned as he counted the missing buttons. "I didn't even notice these had popped off."

"Well...just take it off and maybe we can get a refund?"

"Okay, okay." Sam moved to undo the few remaining buttons, but every movement only seemed to rip the shirt further. Grunting with frustration, he tried to stand...and smacked his head directly against the ceiling. "Oww, shit...what the hell?" He glanced up at the roof of the hut and his eyes began to widen. "Wait...that wasn't so low before, was it?"

Kyle looked up at him with confusion, his eyes equally wide as he took in the wolverine. "No...but...I don't think it's the room that's changed. You didn't just rip your shirt...," he said quietly. "You outgrew it..."

Sam stared down at him, skepticism written on his face. "Outgrew it? How?"

Kyle tried to stand next to him, and realized that he was taller, too, his ears nearly brushing the ceiling. "I don't know how, but it's true," he said. His paws slid down to the waistband of the wolverine's speedo. "Doesn't this feel tighter? Isn't it cutting into you just a bit?"

"Yeah," Sam conceded, "but I thought it was just because I was horny...I mean, I've never worn anything like this back home..."

Kyle nodded. "I didn't realize how tight mine had become until you took it off me..and when you started sucking me..." He blushed hotly, his ears laying back before he grinned up at him. "Well...I thought the tingling was just from how good you were..."

Sam actually blushed at that himself, smiling down at his mate. "...I felt it, too. Like fire running through me." He rested his paws on the leopard's shoulders and stroked them gently. "But why is this happening? Was it something in the drinks?"

Kyle shook his head softly. "No...I felt it before...at the wedding..." His eyes suddenly went wide as he brought his paw up for Sam to see, the silver ring shining. "Sam, the rings! The promise rings! When we said our vows, we promised, 'our love will only grow!'"

The big wolverine frowned, confused. "But...that was just metaphorical, right? I mean...the rings...don't have any power?"

"Maybe they do...I mean, my parents said the rings would make any vow come true as long as we wore the rings," he said. "And look..." He twisted the ring easily around his finger. "It's not tight. They're growing with us."

Sam stared at him for a moment, as though he didn't believe it, and the leopard had to admit that it sounded farfetched. But then a small smile began to creep over the wolverine's face. "So...as long as we wear these rings...as long as we're in love...we'll just keep growing?"

Kyle blushed softly and nodded. "I...I think so..."

Sam's grin only widened. "Then everyone will be able to see how much we love each other."

The leopard's ears dipped back in another blush as he stared up at his husband. "You...you can't mean...," he swallowed hard, "...you want to keep going? Just get bigger and bigger?"

The thought sent a shiver of pleasure through him...he loved Sam, and there was no denying that the wolverine was sexy...but the thought of watching him bulge and swell, growing bigger and bigger, towering above him...He let out a low moan as his cock throbbed, pre dribbling from his tip, and suddenly the tingling sensation was coursing over him again. This time, he looked down at his paws and watched as he began to grow, his fingers stretching out, his palm expanding before his eyes.

Sam's tongue on his ear startled him, his warm breath on his cheek making the big cat shiver even more. "Why not?" He turned his head to look back up at the wolverine and found he was nearly the same height, leaving him staring into those fiery eyes. "Why not give in? When you think about it, it's not that different from getting married...standing before everyone and proclaiming how much we love each other..." He brought his paw up to Kyle's chin and kissed him gently, tongue sliding between his lips, the power of the rings like an electric current between them.

Kyle felt his head brush the ceiling of the little hut and then suddenly he was being tilted backwards in Sam's strong arms as the wolverine spread him out on the bed. He leaned over him, lingering on the kiss, pulling away only so that his lips could move along the leopard's cheek, kissing his way down his neck, nuzzling softly, sharp teeth grazing the feline's throat. The sensation made Kyle cry out, his paws sliding over the dark fur of the wolverine's back, pulling at it softly.

"Wait, wait, Sam," he breathed softly. "I love you, God, I love you, but...I..."

The wolverine panted softly, his face inches from the leopard's chest, his breath warm across his fur. "Kyle...do you feel safe with me?"

The question caught Kyle off guard. He blinked once, then nodded slowly. "Of course...of course, Sam, how could you even ask? I've felt safe with you from the moment I first met you." He brought his paw up to cup the wolverine's chin, caressing his cheek gently. "I've never felt safer with anyone in my entire life."

It was the absolute truth...he had been in love with Sam from the moment they met. Just standing by his side made him feel better, braver, and being in his arms was the most amazing feeling in the world. He smiled as tears began to well at the corners of his eyes, and he felt that tingling current come alive again, spreading throughout his body and making him spread beneath the wolverine, his back pushing against the head of the little cot and the flimsy wall of the hut.

Sam's eyes were soft, his smile beautiful, as he watched his husband grow, no clearer indication in the world for how he felt about him. "Then trust me...no matter how big we get...no matter what may happen...I will keep you safe..." He bent his head over the leopard's chest and started punctuating his words with kisses, licks, nuzzles, the tingling in his own body spreading as well, making him grow and bulge along with the leopard. "...I will keep you happy...I will show you my love every day...every moment...I will make love to you...again and again...until the whole world knows that you...are the most amazing man...and until you believe it, too."

The wolverine's lips had made his way back down Kyle's chest to his groin, and as the leopard writhed beneath him with pleasure, he took the big cat's shaft into his muzzle once more. Kyle was already wet with pre, and Sam's nostrils flared with the musky scent of him, his arms wrapping protectively around him and pulling him closer so that inch after inch slid inside his mouth. The leopard's paws found his head once again, sliding over it to wrap around his neck and hold him tightly, and as the cat's cock throbbed against his tongue, his head was thrown back in a roaring cry of pleasure.

Sam was dimly aware of the sounds of motion outside, but he didn't lift his head from his husband's shaft, not even when he felt his feet pressing against the far wall, or when his shoulders were pressing against the ceiling. When his speedo finally became unbearably tight, he simply reached down and tugged at it with his paws, the wet, overstretched fabric tearing easily, allowing his shaft to finally burst free, slinging a trail of preseed across the leopard's legs.

"Oh, Sam...Sam...," Kyle gasped, giving a moan of pleasure mixed with pain, his body pressed against the fragile confines of the hut, the two of them filling it completely. "I'm...I'm going to..."

His words grew into a screaming roar as his paws grasped tightly at the wolverine's shoulders, his cock surging and then bursting inside his maw, spilling his seed down his husband's throat, hot and thick, making Sam moan as his throat worked, trying to swallow it all. But the orgasmic explosion was too much for the hut to contain, their bodies singing with joy, growing much faster than before, the walls bursting outwards in every direction, the flimsy framework shattering, the roof becoming little more than a decoration on the wolverine's broad back.

Kyle's back grew outward, over the warm sand, thin reeds, and lush palms, crashing into the next hut and demolishing it beneath him. He reached out to brace himself, paws finding sand on either side, and he roared again as Sam's tongue ravished him, the sound swallowing up the surprised, frightened screams of the other patrons. His thick tail spilled outwards along the beach until the tip was dangling in the ocean, the waves lapping at his fur, and his feet stretched outwards beneath Sam, stretching back over the deck they'd been standing on earlier.

Sam still had his arms around the leopard's waist, bent over him, his knees resting on either side of the leopard's legs. His body seemed to stretch up and up, the warm sun glistening on his dark fur, the wreckage of the roof looking like no more than a leaf on his shoulder to be flicked away. His shaft was suspended above the ground but his sac hung low, full and heavy, and his tip stretched all the way down to almost reach the ground, pre drooling from the slit to pool over what used to be another of the huts.

When Kyle's orgasm finally began to subside, Sam let his cock slip from between his lips, giving it one last gentle lick, and then began to lick the seed from around his muzzle. Kyle collapsed onto his back, crushing a few more trees and another hut beneath him without even really noticing. His body felt incredible...at once on fire and weak as a kitten. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, but even the screams and cries from around them weren't enough to tear his gaze away from his husband.

"That...that was amazing...," he gasped. "You are amazing."

Sam sat up on his knees, flicking the debris off his fur and surveying his mate and the island around them. He couldn't be sure how big they had actually gotten...50 feet? 100?...but so far no one was coming to stop them. Indeed, he smirked softly as he noticed that while some of the guests were running for the hotel rooms, others had dropped what they were doing to stare, some of them even very obviously masturbating to the spectacle.

He turned his attention back to Kyle with a grin, his paw sliding down his chest to his groin and then along his dripping shaft, giving it a little shake so that a thick drop of pre splashed down onto the leopard's chest. "My turn," he said with a deep, rumbling growl, and then his paws were sliding along the leopard's thighs, lifting his rump up off the sand and draping his legs over his shoulders. He dipped his head down between Kyle's legs as he spread him, nosing and nuzzling until the big cat's sac was resting on his nose and the wolverine's tongue was sliding over his hole.

Kyle let out another moan as his paws clawed at the sand, his toes curling as he felt Sam pushing against him, prodding, and then he cried out as the warm, wet tip of his tongue darted inside him. The tingling was spreading through him again, but he couldn't focus on it, even as he began to grow again, his body stretching inch by inch over the island. The world had narrowed down to his husband, his husband's paws on his body, his husband's tongue in his ass, his husband's waiting cock, thick and drooling, ready to make love to him...

When Sam finally pulled away, his body was shuddering with desire, his mouth slack with it. He didn't say a word, just looked down the line of his lover's body, and the snow leopard nodded. The wolverine lowered his husband's legs, caressing his thighs lovingly, and angled himself against him, crying out himself as his thick tip brushed over the leopard's opening and throbbed against it. He was aware that they were still growing, that they had covered almost half the island, but he didn't care. The tingling only made him more eager, and he let out a lusty, grunting growl as he thrust his hips forward and plunged his tip inside his husband.

Kyle bucked against him, his back arching and his paws again clawing and scrabbling at the sand. But it wasn't sand he wanted between his paws. He reached up and wrapped his arms around his husband's neck and clung tightly as the wolverine's mushroom head popped inside him, the pressure intense, stretching him wide, his pre white hot as it spurted inside him.

Sam worked himself in slowly, trying to be gentle, but his paws on the leopard's rump were rough, squeezing him tightly, pulling him closer and holding him steady as he plunged forward. Kyle was always tight, so tight, but whether they were growing unevenly or he was just that hard for him, the leopard felt tighter than ever around his throbbing dick. With a grunt of effort, he buried as much of himself as he could inside him and then slowly pulled back, making Kyle cry out and writhe even more beneath him. When he plunged in again, faster this time, Kyle's back arched, his chest thrust forward, and Sam grinned. He loved that, watching the cat's reaction to his body, watching the way he moved and responded...he gasped as the tingling spread, glancing down at his ring to find it shimmering in the sunlight.

The wolverine began to work into a rhythm, in and out, slow and steady, as the leopard moaned and mewled beneath him. Sam kept up the rhythm as long as he could, but as he felt himself drawing close, he grunted and shifted his paws, sliding up the leopard's back to lift him off the sand and into his arms. Kyle moaned as the angle changed, the wolverine's shaft spearing him deep, all the way to the base of his cock, and he clung to his husband as he felt those strong arms supporting him, those powerful hips driving into him again and again. He panted into the wolverine's ear, nipping at it, whispering over and over again, "I love you, I love you, Sam, God, I love you..."

Sam couldn't answer, his words coming out as a ragged cry as his rhythm began to falter, and then, with a cry nearly as great as his lover's roar, he shoved himself as deep as he could and exploded inside him, his cock spasming and shooting, filling his husband with his seed, his paws gripping him tightly as he came. Kyle's paws dug into his lover as he cried out as well, and the power of the rings seemed to spark between them even greater than before, washing through them, crackling around them, until he couldn't tell if he was feeling the wolverine grow inside him or if he was simply filling him up that much.

Sam gave a ragged groan as his orgasm started to recede, his body heaving with the effort. He turned his head to find the leopard's face inches away, a proud grin on both their faces before it was dissolved in a kiss, their mouths working as though they might devour each other, the fiery tingling still alive within them.

After a long moment, Sam finally slipped from within his husband, leaving a messy trail along the beach, and set him down gently on the ground. From their new towering heights, it was hard to tell where their hut had been, or the deck, or even the path back to the hotel. They'd done a pretty good job of flattening everything in their wake, the deck carelessly destroyed beneath the wolverine's toes, palm trees and huts flattened under Kyle's back, the puddle of their fluids like a wading pool on the beach. There was still a crowd, though, watching from a safe distance, but the two of them ignored the lusty onlookers.

Sam grinned as he pointed across the island towards the hotel, laughing softly as he realized the 15-story building was now less than half their size. "I guess we won't be sleeping there tonight."

Kyle blushed and nodded, his eyes darting over the small crowd of guests watching them. He didn't hear any emergency sirens yet, though, and there was no sign of an angry manager...but then, such a manager would have to be incredibly brave to approach them now. He grinned widely and pressed himself against Sam, nuzzling his head against the wolverine's chest.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can sleep in your arms."

Sam grinned, giving his husband a gentle kiss on the forehead and holding him close. "Always." He stroked the leopard's head lovingly, his ring still glinting in the sunlight as he felt his heart swelling with affection. "I love you so much, Kyle."

"I love you, too."