Magic: the Gathering: Sweet Blight (Teaser)
We walked the Scar. That was what we called the remains of our forest that were touched by the Blight. An inaccuracy that I bemoaned: This wasn't a scar... It was a great festering wound on the land and our hearts. The trees, some towering like skyscrapers, actively rot with no agents of decay willing to aid it. An impossible scenario. The ground itself carried no life, and nothing to sustain life. The Taint did this. It exterminated plant and animal alike. From the smallest insect or fern shoot, to the mightiest god-like behemoths who fed here. Even the people here... None were spared.
I, coming out of mournful reveries, looked back at the Leonin behind me only a few step away. His looks never failed to stir me. I never thought I'd get to see such a creature as him, this bipedal wildcat. His fur was jet-black with an enviable luster that almost made it look like across between velvet, silk and leather. His stripes were a golden color, unusual for his tribe, but all the more precious to me. He was wearing my jeans; an unusual thing as the rest of the tribe were prone to wearing loincloths or other less sophisticated coverings when not in armor. They didn't really fit but they showed off his legs, ass, and crotch to mouthwatering effect. I even agreed to let him cut out a hole for the tail. His pale, yellow eyes carried a now ever present troubled look as he looked at the ground, subconsciously counting his paces. He saw me watching him and shared with me the smile that I prized so dearly.
Aniil looked about us then and the smile faded with a melancholy sigh. In a purring voice he said: "Dimitri...Look at what it's done to our home..."
"Your home, Kitten," I corrected, "I still have to find a way back to mine again..."
He scoffed at that. "You can't still think you can go back! Your home is here!" He laid a hand on my shoulder. "... Here with me!"
I took his paw-like hand, which was half a size bigger than mine, tenderly in my own and kissed his knuckles one at a time, letting my tongue peek out over the last. "You know I can't do that... Earth is my home and I have to go b-!!!"
I felt his grip tighten painfully before I heard him snarl. A moment later I was forced into a tree and I felt the trunk give way and crumble, dust-like, from the impact. I was forced to turn and face the snarling countenance of an angry cat-man. I wasn't scared. If he attacked me in earnest, he wouldn't stand a chance. Still, I was caught by surprise and an involuntary yelp escaped me. Aniil had me by the scruff of my shirt and hoisted a little ways from the ground. His hot breath and the musky mix of his sweat and fur dazed me. I looked back into those sun-colored eyes undaunted.
"I won't let you go!" he snarled, "I'll make you mine... I'll own you. I'll make you stay!" He shoved me to the ground and pinned me under his body. I went through the facade of struggling; thrashing, grunting and crying out, I even hit him once or twice. It was all for show since I, as I've said, If I wanted to, I could destroy him.
He used his claws to tear at my robes. They were beautiful gifts from the people of these woods. A thank you, a small token of appreciation. Ha! How can they appreciate what I had to do to rid us of the Blight? They would not be missed.
However he began shredding my old clothes: the hooded sweatshirt, the tight T underneath. That could not happen. I focused on my inner power, and drew from the lands that I had bonded with. I drew a seed from my satchel and nourished it on the power. It sprouted and grew quickly, throwing out thorny tendrils and twining together between me and Aniil expanding into a bubble of thorns. He growled and put as much distance between us as possible without letting me go. I drew back my power and the tangled brambles slowed, then halted, their growth.
"Don't worry, Kitten" I said, "I'll do it for you..." With that I got up and started to peel out of first the black and white striped sweatshirt, which was my favorite. Next came the skin tight, black t-shirt. These were really the only things I had left from my old Plane: the clothes on my back the first time I Walked.
I looked back at him, shirtless in the late afternoon sun. "I want you to change my mind." I said to him, "Make me stay. Make me reconsider looking for home. If you can." I turned and loosened the ties to my breeches. They slid a little down my hips as I walked so my crack was peeking when I stopped in front of the tree. I leaned my head and shoulders on the ancient and dead trunk and arched my back; sticking my ass into the air. I looked back at the drooling fool and wiggled my hips playfully. "Don't tear my jeans..." I chided, seeing his claws extend as he gripped the material.
He let my jeans go but apparently decided he needed something else to cling to because in a few lithe movements his claws were pressed against the skin on my hips, him grinding his own against me. I could feel the bulge through the pants against my ass.
He leaned into my ear and growled gently. I've heard him growl the same way before... Right before tearing an enemies throat out. A thrill of fear ran through me and worsened as he forced my head to lean to the side and back onto his shoulder. As his hot breath washed over my shoulder I considered reaching for my power again. His jaws clamped down almost, but not, quite breaking the skin. Making it pucker, pinching at the nerves. I let out an involuntary whimper.
He chuckled, smelling my uncertainty. His rough tongue lapped and tickled the sensitive flesh between his fangs. A shudder of pleasure ran down my back, nullifying the shiver the of dread that had climbed up my spine. I let out a relieved sigh, and reached up to hold his head to my neck as he kissed in ways that only he could.
Aniil kissed and nibbled down my back. He lapped at my tail bone, an odd feeling but one that made me make the funny mewling sounds he liked. It made me shudder in something almost like discomfort but I let him do it.
There was something else he liked to do. It made part of my mind shriek ‘PERVERSION!' Though I guess it was ok for his people, being cats and all...
He was kneeling by now and yanked the breeches down around my ankles. He cupped the cheeks of my ass and gave them a squeeze before parting them and shoving his nose in. That, my friends, would be the part that set off my perv alarm. It was almost like letting my cat do it, the both of us getting hard from his cool nose inhaling my musk... But we loved it!
His tongue, slick and rough and so freaking hot, slid over my hole, feeling like nothing else could. I tried to arch my back to open myself a little more for him. He licked me again and pushed a little harder at me until I could feel his tongue slide in a little before it was pulled out again with the follow through. I was feeling impatient. I wanted him right then, even more so as his tongue drove deeper into me with each pass. I craned my head back and moaned out his name as he murred at my flavor. "Aniil... Please... J-just fuck me..."
He ignored me and instead tugged my hard cock between my legs and sucked on the head. More like he put it in his mouth and tongued it, using his teeth gently to hold it in place. He's left scratches on me by doing that before, but man does it feel good while he's doing it! I gripped into the dead bark of the tree, not caring that the husk disintegrated in my clutch. I thrust and bucked in and out of his muzzle as he purred like a kitten and gripped my hips a little harder.
He sucked and licked like a man dying of thirst at a tap that refused to do more than drip. His attentions brining me close to climax. "G-god.... FUCK ME! I'm so close..."
Aniil finally let me go and stood up, rubbing my pucker with the head of his cock, smearing pre over the entrance before popping in the head, stretching me a little. He pushed in slowly at first but was soon ramming in up to the hilt and filling me completely: Filling me with rich, painful ecstasy, and my ass with thick, meaty Leonin cock!
My Kitten waited for my shudders of pleasure to subside before leaning into my ear, still purring, and said, "Ok, sweet Dimitri, do that... that thing you do..." His strong arms circling to clutch me close and I was plenty willing to oblige. I reached up and put my arms up and linked them behind his neck. Then, while he supported my weight, I hooked one of my ankles around his knee and the other around the opposite knee... A hard position if I weren't flexible and he not strong. Fortunately we are and so compounded our... enjoyment. Honestly gents: Only the daring and medically insured may try this at home.
I thrust out, away from Aniil and his member, before slamming back, bringing a yelp from us simultaneously. The sensation sent my head spinning and while a was in my daze Aniil grew impatient took my hips again to repeat the maneuver for me, harder and faster completely drowning me in the feeling and sending my head spinning. I forced the entirety of the miniscule amount of concentration I could muster went into keeping my arms around Aniil's neck or I'd fall on my face. Since I was close to the edge from the teasing it wasn't long before I was ready to burst, but I tried to hold back, clenching hard, tightening every muscle I could. Aniil purred loudly in my ear and his entire body shuddered from my efforts. With his right arm he reached across my chest to tweak my left nipple and his left hand took my pre-spurting prick jacked it, gripping it firmly and stroking it in his soft pads. I was blissfully enveloped in his muscle, in his fur, in the high-inducing musk of his sweat, breath, and lust. In his love and need for me.
I reached out with my power. I reached my consciousness into him, under his skin, seeping into muscle, and soaking into bone.
He reached back for me welcoming, caressing. Our inner selves mingled and mixed until it was as if I/he was fucking Dimitri/Aniil. We shared our sensations and it silenced all thought... all control, nullified...
I was aware of an hormone heated cry being freed to the air. I saw, smelled, tasted fresh hot cum as it tried to follow primal call and failed only to fall on my skin as a sticky shower. It was my orgasm, my joy, my cum.
I tried to slide back into my own skin but Aniil wasn't finished with me, and held on as he fucked at least half a dozen extra spurts from me. Then I heard him roar in a triumphant display of testosterone as he blasted the first globs of spunk into me, searing my insides. He snarled with each shot as if his body were putting several times more effort than normal into filling me up, which he claimed was the case. It certainly felt like it on my end...
As his orgasm died down his already shaky legs gave out and we fell backwards with twin "Whoa!"s into the tall grass. There we cuddled him still buried deep into me for a long time. I neither knew nor cared whether it was hours, minutes, or mere seconds. I was happy. Incredibly so. That joy was only bolstered by our nest of grass-
-wait... Grass?! GRASS!? Living and green in the SCAR!?
"A-Aniil...?" I said weakly
He sat bolt upright forcing me to do the same. We looked all around us. Sure enough: there was a five foot radius of fresh grasses and other small plants around us.. Where my body had pressed up against the tree was an imprint of moss in the shape of my torso.
"By the Gargantuan Ancients..." Aniil breathed in awe, "Did we...." He couldn't bring himself to finish the question. Likewise, I couldn't bring myself to answer. But we both knew the answer:
We had magically FUCKED life back into the Scar!
He suddenly held me close in the circle of his strong arms. "See, Dimitri? You can't leave. I need you. The land needs you. I love you, Dimitri..."
I reached up and brushed fingers through his mane as his softening dick finally slipped out. I sighed and kissed him deeply, twisting in his lap to do so, before whispering. "I... suppose there's no rush..."
He gave an overjoyed laugh and hugged me tightly. We laughed in each other's arms like that for a long time. Acting like it never had to end.
I didn't have the heart to tell him then that I still needed to find Earth.