Fondling in the Tundra
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Story description: Aryn's mettle is tested out here, in the patch of frozen wasteland he carved out for him, his mate, and their three cubs. At 9 months of age, the three grow bolder and more daring by the day, their temper adding to the pile of troubles Aryn has to handle. To help keep his mind off it, Shantu, his dear mate, offers him the possibility to relieve his burden inside her, an action that the cubs don't take kindly do...
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Fondling in the Tundra
Aryn winced for what it must have been the seventh time. Shantu tried to be as gentle as she could, taking it slow and careful, but the barbs littering her tongue dipped into the claw cuts along Aryn's haunch, making them sting with renewed vigor. Unable to hold it back, a sharp mewl burst from his maw, attracting the attention of Porunn and Hjarg. They stopped grooming each other, shifting their attention to their wounded father.
"You've seen how many leopards there are out there, and most of them aren't the friendly or logical sort. We should all head out together. Travel as a pack," Porunn said, her green eyes taking in the thin lacerations marring Aryn's haunch and side. "This way, no leopard, tiger, or wolves would bother us. And if they do, we'll give them our worst."
Porunn had inherited Aryn's patterns, though they mixed with the occasional rosettes. She had the sturdy paws, the sumptuous tail, and the thick haunches of a snow leopard, along with a personality to match it. With claws sharp enough to eviscerate the belly of a moose, she liked to dominate her brother, Hjarg, whose blunter, cheetah claws couldn't even get past the thick fur protecting her body.
"Wolves travel in packs because it suits them. We're not wolves, dear daughter," Shantu pointed it out, dragging her tongue over a particularly painful cut. Aryn yowled again.
"That's right. We're worse than that. We're practically outcasts, living in a valley Snowy cheetahs have abandoned for a reason."
"They didn't abandon it," Shantu corrected her daughter. "They've been driven off."
"Or killed, because they preferred to hunt alone instead of forming groups." Porunn shook her head free of her brother's paw and flashed her fangs at him to keep him still. "They were the weakest of predators, and they made the mistake of hunting on their own. Father knows this. Isn't that why you two always hunt together?"
Actually, while Shantu was still heavy with their three cubs, Aryn had tried to hunt bigger prey alone, but quickly found out that Snowy cheetahs went extinct in this part of the world for a good reason. Hares, squirrels, and other small prey kept a lone predator fed, but to raise three cubs, Aryn had to team up with Shantu and become the only big cats in this valley to hunt as a team.
"It also helps ward off potential scavengers. The successful predator isn't the one who exhausts itself hunting, but the opportunist who grabs a kill from foxes, coyotes, and sometimes wolves and leopards," Shantu tried to explain, but Porunn looked anything but convinced.
"So, you protect dad, but who protects you in case a white tiger stalks you and plans to finish off the hunters, so that he can eat undisturbed? Dad can easily outrun him, but he won't even have to do that if there's five of us and only one of them."
"We're not wolves. We're a family, not a pack. The second you go out there, you three are going to scatter in the heat of the moment and make a series of horrible decisions."
"We are what we have to be, mother," Hjarg said. "We're living in a valley scarce in prey, with lush meadows teeming with wyverns on one side, and direwolf forests on the other. Behind us, white tigers. Ahead, snow leopards. We may not be a pack, but without you to chase away that snow leopard, Aryn would have had some bite marks to go along with his scratches, or worse."
Leave it to Hjarg to constantly remind Aryn of the poor territory he and Shantu had chosen to raise their three cubs. It may have offered little in the way of food, but the cavern that sheltered their family was well concealed by a copse of firs, and no other predators left their marks on this sprawling, white desolation. Sometimes, you just had to take what was available...
"You have experience hunting as a team, so why not expand to a group? You've already forsaken stealth, traded it for a prolonged chase. With five maws and ten forepaws to drag a moose down, your hunts will be much more successful if we're allowed to join you."
Porunn assumed that hunting meant stealth, followed by a well-aimed bite to the neck. Maybe it worked, further ahead in the mountains, but here in the valley, a coat just didn't do much in the way of camouflage.
Aryn opened his mouth to speak, but Shantu said it way ahead of him. "We're a family, not a group. Us adults have to look after you cubs. Taking you with us when you can't even keep up with wounded Aryn spells nothing but trouble."
"We're almost adults," Porunn countered, but Shantu merely growled in response.
"No we're not," Isara intervened. She pushed away the round piece of bone that she used as a makeshift ball to kick around and jump over, and padded over to her two siblings. They met her with snarls and hisses, but the leopardess flicked her tail, unfazed. "We didn't even surpass father in size, and none of us has mother's strength. We'll just slow them down."
"Speak for yourself. All you do is rub against them and mewl for affection, like a cub begging for mother's teat," Hjarg said. Unlike Isara, who fully resembled a snow leopard, apart from her pink paw pads and violet eyes, Hjarg only had a snow leopard's patterning. Much to his chagrin, his coat was thin like Aryn's, and his lanky build made him the weakest in the family, his sisters often ridiculing him for his small paws equipped with blunt claws. As if to mock him, fate itself made it so that his paw pads were dark colored.
Thin coat covered with snow leopard rosettes, and black paw pads. The most useless of features he could have inherited from his mother. Aryn didn't consider it a curse, even though Hjarg definitely saw it this way. There was more to a predator than their constitution, and Hjarg had a cold, calculated demeanor, reflected within his azure eyes.
Isara, the most affectionate cub of them all, was also the laziest. She had no qualms with dropping onto the pile of furs and pelts that made up the makeshift bed the cubs slept upon and yawn, her chin dropping on top of her forepaws a moment after.
"When mother and father will ask for help, we'll help them. Until then, we better follow their guidance," she said.
Porunn disentangled herself from Hjarg, giving her brother a few licks over his brow before flicking her tail across her back to show her irritation with her sister's philosophy.
"Give this matter some rest," Aryn said, pushing Shantu's muzzle away with his hind paw to get a moment of respite from her licks. "When food will stop coming, you are free to hunt your own." He wanted to say more, but Shantu's tongue flowed over his paw pads, the barbs prickling their sensitive surface, making Aryn shudder and tense up.
"Which is today. You're not catching anything bigger than a rabbit with a wounded haunch," Porunn expressed her doubt, underestimating the one thing Aryn was good at: enduring the pain and discomfort.
To prove her wrong, he jumped onto his fours, lips twitching, ears flicking, a muffled whimper rumbling at the back of his throat. He took a few steps around to show his cubs that being pounced by a snow leopard wasn't a big deal, and ended up yelping and limping the rest of the way towards the exit of the den.
By the spirits! Three cubs, more failed hunts than he cared to remember, and enough wounds inflicted by sharp horns to last him for a lifetime. One would think that failures hardened Aryn, but in truth, he remained the same spoiled kitten from before, the one Jorn kept around for petting and cuddles.
Porunn began her stroll towards the mouth of the cave, but Shantu blocked her way with her longer, bigger body.
"You're not coming with us."
"I'm a snow leopard, not a scrawny cheetah that kisses his prey with his small teeth and tickles its rump with those tiny claws," Porunn growled in her mother's face.
"Make no mistake, Porunn. Your claws and fangs account to nothing if you get lost in your own territory."
"Then shows us around! It's only natural we get lost, when we're not even allowed past the foot of this mountain."
"For now." Shantu turned her back to her cub, running her thick, fluffy tail over Porunn's face. "Take Isara's example and bide your time. After all, you're almost as big as my mate."
"Which is why I should be awarded the very simple task of refreshing the territorial marks around our den. Let us do that, at the very least."
"Only if your brother and sister agree. They do the scratching, you do the scent marks."
Hjarg was the first to get up and join his sister, purring and rubbing his neck against hers. Isara strolled over to them with languid steps, sharing a few glances with Aryn that hinted at her puzzlement with Shantu's decision.
Aryn fought the urge to contest his mate's thoughts, his stomach churning with apprehension as those three tails vanished from his sight, past the edge of the cave's entrance.
Shantu's licks over his muzzle brought him back to the present, along with a characteristic yelp.
"I hope the thing that distracts you is the one I'm thinking of as well."
Most likely. Letting those cubs wander off on their own was a stupid thing to do. Aryn didn't doubt that Isara and Porunn could gang up on a bigger predator to take him down if it threatened them. He was also certain that Hjarg's fine tracking skills could lead them back home, even though the male had never explored the valley.
What gnawed at his peace was Porunn's strong desire to prove herself, Hjarg's cold logic, and Isara's willingness to follow through with whatever the other two hand in mind. On their own, the cubs were no more than uneasy kittens, but together, they could potentially do very brave and stupid things.
In the end, Aryn pushed the worries at the back of his mind and followed Shantu onto the pile of furs, sprawling on his back so that he could give her full access to the wounded haunch. Her nose, however, diverted from the claw cuts, nudging his sack instead.
Aryn's ears perked, his tail swatting at Shantu's side, only to fall limp the moment her silken tongue tip bathed his sensitive sheath.
"Arrrrrrrr," Aryn growled, clenching his toes and snarling his bliss. A speckle of pink emerged at first. Moistened by Shantu's touch, it bloomed into a full erection in just a matter of several tongue strokes, his heart hammering in his chest from the suddenness of it.
"This past week has left you eager, I see," Shantu purred, swirling around with utmost grace to present her small, pink isle to Aryn, the crevice running through its middle tight and inviting. "We'll go hunting as soon as they return, so let's make the best of it. It had been too long since we mated in our den, warmed by our furs..."
Aryn had Shantu to warm him, so they gave the cubs the furs and never looked back. Although they could have built a second nest with all these pelts, both of them preferred to drape them over the cubs while they slept, the blankets adding to the foundation of the bed come next morning, until the makeshift bed became quite the soft, fluffy, and comfortable thing.
If only her request could warm him as much as the furs did. Although he yearned to be inside his mate, like any male would, the thought of Porunn smelling their union, or worse, seeing it, plagued Aryn. At first, the cubs found the idea of mating intriguing. Then, they became indifferent towards it. The bigger they grew, the more the consequences of mating displeased them, to the point where they lashed out at Aryn and Shantu several times, provoked by the notion of putting more cubs into Shantu's belly when their parents could barely feed them.
To bide his time while searching for a good reason to deny his mate's offer, Aryn snuck his muzzle under her tail and rolled his tongue over her sex gently, her strong taste heating up his blood. She lifted her tail, haunches shivering from his ministrations.
"I'm ready, Aryn. I've been ready since yesterday."
"You're not wet yet," he said, only for his lips to pull into a lewd snarl when his tongue collected the droplets of honey Shantu's quivering sex surrendered to him.
"I am. You just didn't probe deep enough to find water."
The human saying perplexed him, but not enough to get him to stop. He allowed himself a couple more slurps, ceasing his caress only when Shantu's pussy began throbbing, hinting at her looming orgasm.
"Where did you hear that?"
"Not every snow leopard is a territorial prick. Some of them have heard and seen things, and the encroaching human settlements can be a cause of concern."
Not more than his seed filling her to the brim. Aryn's balls shuddered just by looking at Shantu's sex. His barbs flared from the miasma wafting around the feline couple, the pheromone-laden concoction too hard to resist. No matter the tug of his logical side, Aryn found himself unable to deny this to Shantu, or to remain hard a second longer without being wrapped in her silken embrace.
"Shantu, I..."
"Mrrarrr, after," she said, swaying her tail from side to side to illustrate her eagerness. "I worried about your wounds too much. Because of that, we've gone a week without mating. For just a moment, I want to forget that my kin has almost crippled you and be lost in the euphoria of merging bodies with my mate."
She had a point. If Aryn had more fluff on his body--or better, if he wasn't such a weakling, bred in a city and good for nothing--Shantu wouldn't have had to fight his battles for him. His mate had given not only purpose to Aryn's life, but taught him that even a city cat raised by a human could learn how to hunt, how to heed the call of his instincts, and how to mate.
And so, Aryn mounted her, his reluctance melting into the blaze that began to burn within him. His haunches locked around Shantu's, his nose lowered upon her nape to shift through her dense fur, his strokes making his mate mewl appreciatively.
"You're a darling, my love. Keeping the female pent-up, hoping that her imagination is going to get the job done."
"Is it?"
Shantu brought her head around to plant an affectionate lick upon Aryn's muzzle. "It got me wet and ready. The rest is up to you."
He didn't like the sound of that. A week had been a rather long time to go without shooting his seed, and his body already trembled at the mere prospect of being inside Shantu. True, they had mated a great many times, but Aryn felt as eager as he was on the day he met Shantu, and to him, each of their mating sessions held the same luster.
Afraid that his courage would falter, Aryn clenched his toes around the furs and drove his member through Shantu's crevice, wrinkles forming across his muzzle, his eyes scrunching from the potent pleasure that seized his frame. Just like the first time, Aryn remained lodged inside Shantu's throbbing tunnel, snarling and hissing, his tail tip twitching restlessly, his paws groping at the furs for balance.
Beneath him, Shantu rocked gently, licking her muzzle, then licking Aryn's whiskers, rumbling with contentment. "You males make adorable faces after you pierce your mate."
Of course. She was a female. She couldn't understand how intense it felt for a male, to have his sensitive shaft caressed by the ripples rushing through her insides. To have his delicate barbs smothered by that wet, silken grip, or to fight back the urge to cum before his time.
"Thrust, my love, and don't stop," she said between the reassuring licks and nuzzles she gave Aryn. "Keep going until you cum."
Aryn began thrusting, just like Shantu wanted of him, the soft squelches of her pussy stoking the euphoric sensation that bloomed within Aryn's body. Each time he plunged into his mate, his sack slapped her rump, the impact sending tingles of bliss through his delicate spheres. More than that, her constant squeezes made Aryn's focus falter. Try as he might to lick her neck and give Shantu a good time, Aryn found it impossible to distract himself from his looming orgasm.
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr," his jarring growl erupted from his throat. He clawed at the pelts, clamping down his thighs around Shantu's, his chest pressing upon her back to keep the female in place. His fangs embraced her nape, kissing it passionately, the pressure causing Shantu to cry out and squirt her own juices in quite the explosive fashion.
Femcum blasted past the narrow gaps of her lips, spraying upon Aryn's balls and tail. At the same time, her tunnel caved in around Aryn, hugging him in the fiercest of embraces, forcing him to surrender his seed to her.
Already teetering on the verge of his climax, Aryn fully hilted himself inside Shantu, yowling his thin cry of release in unison with the thick jets of creamy snowy cheetah essence that he shot into Shantu's depths. The leopardess tensed up, roaring at the wall in front of her, her voice mellowing down into a purr after Aryn unloaded the product of his love into her.
"You don't have to remain inside me. If your haunch starts bothering you, pull out."
He didn't. Not just yet. Spasms still traversed through the muscles at the base of his tail. His barbs were still flared, and a few delayed spurts continued to trickle past his tapered tip, adding to the great load he planted inside his mate.
Every orgasm felt better than life itself. To be inside his mate, to cum inside her at her request, to feel happy and fulfilled afterwards...
Aryn didn't feel happy. Nor fulfilled. More like agitated, irritated at his inability to keep his seed away from her womb. When he finally pulled out, however, he tried not to let emotions spoil this magical moment. Besides, once he found himself in Shantu's embrace, with their hind paws massaging each other's bellies and their forepaws stroking their cheeks, Aryn felt strangely relieved.
"Your devotion to your mate is admirable. One year, countless matings, and you still love me with the same burning passion."
How poetic. Only, it wasn't passion that drove Aryn to mate Shantu the first time. It was lust. A great deal of it, as befitted a virgin cheetah. If anything, his admiration for her only grew, up to a point where Aryn realized just how blessed he was to have a mate like Shantu.
"It's been a week, my mate. What did you expect?"
"It's been a week for me as well. Didn't mind it that much."
"Me neither," Aryn said, running his muzzle through the fluff of her neck. "Although I wish you didn't stop massaging me there with your hind paw."
"It felt like a horrible tease. You were wounded, bleeding, aching, and all I could do was lick you and paw at your balls. I didn't even think of pleasuring you. I just like the way your apples feel upon my pads," she said, her voice playful, laced with a droplet of regret.
"I like the way I feel when trapped between your pads too."
Shantu gave off a mirthful growl. "I'm a bit jealous, though. I fear that you enjoy cumming into my paw a bit too much. Not to mention that your sticky seed is rather hard to get out of my fur. Makes it clump together and it feels odd when I walk."
"You shouldn't have to walk. If I had the constitution of a snow leopard, I could bring you a steady supply of meals."
"And I probably wouldn't have fallen for you. Your pink paws look very...exotic, and I wanted to mate with you as soon as I realized you haven't been with a female yet."
Aryn's stomach sank. What?! Why?! How could a fierce, capable predator wish to breed with a...with a...
Her tongue ran across his brow, bathing Aryn with a series of slow, soothing licks. "I know what you're thinking, that females should end up with a strong, proficient hunter. Not for me, my love." She wrapped her forepaws around Aryn, then rolled on her back, dragging the cheetah along with her.
Aryn ended on top of her, belly to belly, his amethyst eyes bearing into hers. "I wanted an unlikely male, one that needed a chance at love. You're loyal to me, caring, tender, and it warms my heart to feel you mate me with the same intensity as we mated upon that hill. I want your seed, and soon enough, I'll wish to raise another litter with you."
Icicles formed within Aryn's limbs and spine. "Shantu, we can't--we aren't ready. Porunn, Hjarg and Isara are still our cubs. To feed more than five mouths..."
"Is a daunting task for sure," Porunn's sharp, melodious voice flowed through the cave. "So you better consider mating mother's paws or your own if you feel the need for relief, father."
This was it. The moment Aryn dreaded, to be confronted by his cubs with the harsh truth behind his frolic with Shantu.
His mate's purr didn't vanish. She continued to lick and paw at Aryn's ears, keeping his head from turning to regard their cub, oblivious to the leopardess who stared at Shantu's messy hindquarters.
"Where are your siblings?" Aryn asked.
"Outside. Feasting. We may not be wolves, but somehow, we managed to separate a calf from its mother, us being three and them being two."
That was the moment Shantu needed to wiggle out of Aryn's embrace and leap towards her daughter, her whiskers twitching with the urge to snarl. Rather than lash out at her, Shantu began licking the blood off Porunn's muzzle and neck, the cub's leaf-green eyes wide with surprise.
"Don't be so tense. You have hunted smaller game before. It was a matter of time before you moved on to something bigger."
Immediate relief flooded Porunn, her tail no longer arched between her legs, her ears perking with obvious interest at the praise. Aryn knew better, though; Shantu fumed, and would never trust Porunn with the safety of her siblings again. But she didn't want to discourage the cub's first real hunting attempt, so she pretended to agree with it.
How naïve of Porunn. Her mother's licks melted through her armor, the smaller female beginning to show the same affection to Shantu.
"You should come outside. There should be some meat left for you two, assuming Isara and Hjarg didn't gorge until they're too heavy to move."
Shantu reluctantly backed away, still eying the blood staining Porunn's fluffy chest.
"None of it is mine," Porunn said, slightly peeved from the way Shantu stared at her.
"You would have bled in the tundra if it was. Take Aryn with you. I have to clean myself first."
"To what end?" Porunn didn't wait for her mother to respond. She simply turned around and strolled past Aryn, her pads producing muffled squelches on the contact with the rocky ground.
"Why are you still here? Go with her," Shantu urged.
Aryn licked his muzzle, his gaze darting between his cub and his mate. He noticed the way her cunt dribbled with their combined juices while she spoke to Porunn, and tried to weave his way around the leopardess to do her that favor, but Shantu kept evading him.
"Go."
"Not before we finish what we started."
In one swift leap, Shantu had Aryn pinned, a forepaw settled over his nose, her nostrils blowing hot air over his face. "And let the male have all the fun? I think not. You tasted me, so it's my turn to get a taste of you."
Aryn couldn't argue with that. Pleasing his mate had been his goal ever since they mated for the first time, so he let Shantu coil around herself, lift a hind leg, and lap at her nethers.
Outside, the sun had already settled, leaving behind a conflagration of orange hues that shone above and beyond the western, snow tipped peaks. The positioning of Aryn's den made it so that the faltering light still basked the copse situated at the foot of the mountain, the snowdrifts so tall even Aryn had difficulties pinpointing the usual landmarks after yesterday's snowstorm.
The other two cubs waited on the even terrain sprawling at the base of the descent. Hjarg sat on his haunches, looking in the distance, impassive to Isara's attempts to get him to play with her. His head rolled with her paw strikes, his muzzle raised out of her reach every time she tried to lick him, and he remained completely silent while the leopardess rubbed against him, purring affectionately.
The cubs managed to hunt a medium sized elk calf, leaving some meat on the ribs and two full haunches for him and Shantu. Was about time they learned which organs to eat and how to sort out the tasty morsels from a carcass.
"Father!" Isara said, rushing to Aryn to brush against him, smearing blood and grime all over him in the process. "You smell of...mother..."
Aryn tried a few licks on Isara's dark nose, but she swung her head out of his reach, tilting it to the side. "You mated, hadn't you?"
"Yes," he half said, half growled, the veil of concern settling over Isara's eyes much too noticeable. It made him shudder, hunger all but forgotten when even his sweetest of cubs looked away from him for a moment.
"But...why? You have other means to...drain your sack," she said while scooping some snow with a forepaw, staring at her claws.
"Your mother is well aware of that, but when she wants something, she makes it clear in an irresistible way."
He expected Isara to return to Hjarg, or perhaps find solace in Porunn's embrace, where they might very well plan to leave Aryn's den and walk the earth as lone predators.
Instead, she let out a long sigh and rubbed her fluffy cheek against Aryn's, her purr crisp and clear from their close proximity.
"You're mates. Mates mate. Is what they do, and you deserve a moment of pleasure after recovering from that leopard's attack."
Aryn closed his eyes, savoring the touch of his daughter's tongue upon his face while thinking of his next reply. It failed to grace his mind, so he pressed a paw on Isara's nape, adding enough pressure to get the cub assume her favorite position: on her back, with all four paws up in the air, her fluffy belly exposed.
Aryn nudged a limp forepaw, his tongue lapping at her cold, pink pads. "Tell me about the hunt."
Isara's head lolled to the side, towards Hjarg. "I didn't like it. Porunn loved the thrill of sinking her fangs into the calf's neck, Hjarg kept the mother at bay, and I tackled the calf from behind to slow it down and control it."
As if that was supposed to reassure Aryn. One kick aimed at Isara's jaw could have shattered it, especially from a specimen of that size. Still, he had to play the role of a father with her. That meant switching to the blood caked fur of her neck and praising her ability to work as a team with her two other siblings.
Shantu arrived at the scene as well, not even bothering to greet her cub. She settled in a perpendicular position to Isara's body, cleaning the blood off her fur with uncanny efficiency. Groomed by both of her parents, Isara closed her eyes, her body relaxing completely, toes clenching and sprawling, begging for attention.
Aryn tried to bring his muzzle around to give Isara's forepaw the attention it needed, but Shantu slapped him so hard across the head Aryn's vision whirled.
"Spoil her after she's clean. The quicker we get the blood out of her fur, the better."
To what end? That carcass stank five times worse than Isara. Surely a tender moment between father and daughter wouldn't hurt. Then again, Aryn was a cheetah, and Shantu...well, Shantu had her way of doing things.
"You're next after her," Shantu said to a passing Porunn, whose tail flicked with obvious disinterest.
"Which means I'll have until nightfall to pester Hjarg, given how Isara loves your tongues on her paws."
She had it right, more or less. Both Aryn and Shantu found it hard not to spoil Isara. Her pink paw pads inherited not only Aryn's color, but also that particular sensitiveness, which made Isara practically squirm under the caress of a dexterous tongue.
Until then, they had to get the blood out of her fur, which took significantly longer compared to Hjarg, whose thin coat made his grooming simple and his life particularly difficult. Porunn, unlike Isara, didn't bother teasing or rubbing against him. She hurled herself at him, sending him straight on his side, the leopardess' tail lifted in challenge.
Hjarg didn't give in at first. Growls and hisses bothered him very little, but those constant paw slaps from all sides sure got him riled up. Swifter than Aryn anticipated, the cheetah sprung to his fours, hoisting himself onto his hindquarters to swipe his forepaws at Porunn. The leopardess swung her body slightly to the side, escaping his claws by a hairsbreadth, green eyes sparkling, tail arched over her back in playful taunting.
"Brother wouldn't stand a chance if Porunn unsheathes her claws. They're both equally agile, but his blunt claws tickle her, while hers cut deep."
Isara's comment gave Aryn pause. He watched their duel for a moment, a lanky cheetah pitted against a snow leopard. He had been in the same position several days back, and Shantu inflicted more damage with her claws than Aryn did with a few lucky and equally risky bites. The longer he watched, the hotter his blood simmered, so he placed a forepaw on Isara's chest, sneaked his nose under a forepaw, and began licking her lukewarm paw pads, slinking between her toes to make Isara shudder.
Shantu, too, trudged closer to Isara's hindquarters, a paw placed on top of her haunch to keep it in place, so that her wet, barbed tongue slid along the whole surface of Isara's hind paw. That made her clench her toes, the cub's eyes cracking open, her petite tongue curled around her muzzle to illustrate her joy at having her paw pads touched by the moist, warm embrace of both of her parents.
"You should lick father's paws too," Isara said, pushing her paw against Shantu's face, her toes blooming under the gentle ministration of her mother. "It will help him forget about his wounds."
"It will do much more than that," Shantu noted, slipping her fangs under Isara's toes, so that she could suckle on them. The cub released a mellow cry, her forepaws holding onto Aryn's neck, her muzzle wrinkled up from the surge of tingles that assaulted her paws.
Shantu released Isara's glossy toes and ran her nose through the silken fur of her belly in round, slow, circular motions. "It will get him excited."
"Enough to mate with you?"
"Sometimes, yes. But if I insist on his paws, he will shoot his seed without me even touching him down there."
Isara mewled with glee, dragging Aryn into the fluffy embrace of her neck, licking all over his face. "I find that adorable!"
Sure...adorable...why not...
Aryn's thoughts grew distant. He might have showered Isara with his love, but his mind soared elsewhere, to those gloomy worries that began to take root within his mind. Isara had inherited much from her mother; so much, that Aryn had to make sure that, unlike Shantu, she would pick a male that provided for her, not the other way around. Porunn would probably chase white tigers out of their territory when she grew up, and Hjarg...
Not even Aryn dared to guess his future, so he nibbled on Isara's toes while caressing her ear with a forepaw, their eyes identical, yet different at the same time. Isara's had that characteristic innocence to them, contrasting with Aryn's hard gaze. Soon enough, he'd have to make a series of decisions, and with three half grown cubs and another possible litter on the way, uncertainty gnawed at him from the inside, growing and growing, until emptiness was all he felt.
***THE END***
Wow. I'm just...I'm so glad I had the opportunity to write this story. The first part was awesome, but both me and Hotwert always craved to see the product of love between the two kitties, so we agreed to write a sequel that involves their cubs as well. I cannot begin to tell you just how much I love the artwork that accompanies this story. It captures the mood of a kitty family very well, plus the cats and the background look absolutely gorgeous! A huge, heart-felt thank you goes to both Hotwert and Owlette for their help to make this possible, as well as to another kitty friend of mine whose obsession with felines makes him an invaluable companion to have whenever kitty projects are in the works on my end.
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