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Neither of them would be as handsome nor as impressive as they are right now. This is the pinnacle of their lives, and the two know this. They roll among the field, legs entwining, hooking, and grasping. Their arms seek a perfect hold. Their tails join around each other as the two continue to be nothing more than a sweaty mess, rolling upon the ground.

Eventually, Nan sneaks out from Mao's grasp, kicking him in the side with his heel and pushing himself free. He scrambles to his feet, slightly hunched, his eyes focused, his tail twitching. "Sorry, but I do have to win this match, and no matter how much I want to postpone it.

Mao slinks up to match Nan, nodding, his ears flattening. "I understand," he says in a stern voice. "We both have our obligations, no matter how fun this might be. Show me what you've got!"

Nan rushes for him, making to grab at Mao. When Mao lunges forward, Nan steps off to the side, leaving Mao to let out a confused mewl as the other cat passes around him. Nan wraps one arm around Mao's arm, pulling it back as he places a hand upon his waist.

Mao squirms and hisses, fighting against the pull and the stretch, but Nan is not one to let go. He pushes against the arm and shoulder, stretching Mao's side further. "Very nice abs you have, Mao," he says, his voice becoming a seductive hiss. "It'd be a shame if your ribs broke. I'm sure you'll be crying for my cock any moment now, won't you."

Mao steps and thrashes to escape the hold, gritting his teeth and concentrating. How will he get out? Is he totally at Nan's mercy?

Mao lifts his heel and kicks back against Nan's shin, but Mao just tightens his hold, his arm wrapping around Mao's shoulder and neck.

"Mmmrrh, that's the fight I like to see in you. Never give up, but is this really going to be the end for you? Come on. Show me you're worth fully defeating with no recovery!"

He cannot help but take his lower hand and move it further up over his opponent's hips. He traces his toned body, sliding down and letting his fingers enjoy the length and hardness of that wonderful cock and its throbbing delight.

That's when Nan finds his moment, and he wriggles free, pushing Mao back, but not without consequence. Yowling, he stumbles, grabbing onto his side. His muscles ache and throb and burn there, and he struggles to face his opponent.

"Ah, an injury?" Mao says, rolling his head and standing up. "That's fine. I can make it all end soon, my dear."

"I'll make yours end soon, lover," Nan says, smirking and rushing forward. Mao steps off to the side, but Nan is ready for it, and he hops back, and he then goes in low, grabbing underneath and between Mao's legs, his leg sweeping his opponent off of his feet. When Mao falls back with a mewling gasp, Nan grabs his shoulder, resting the man atop of him and standing up.

Though his sideburns with pain, he grunts and bears it, standing tall with Mao in his hands, his back stretched over his shoulders. "You... you think you're stronger than me. I will fight with all I have for my people and my prize! Now, look upon the god and tell him you will prepare my place for me!"

He lifts Mao up over him, stretching him over the shoulders, pulling at his shoulder and thigh. Mao's back arches, his chest heaving in pained panting. Nan really is strong, and he really is handsome. Is there nothing he can do? Not in this hold, certainly.

Nan could hold him indefinitely if it weren't for the pain throbbing in his side. He lets Mao look to the god for just a little bit before he lifts him up high and brings him down over his knee, bouncing his opponent off of him and rolling onto the ground.

Nan trips, grabbing his side. Mao, meanwhile, holds onto his back. Both of them have inflicted injuries upon each other that would affect their performance.

Breathing heavily, the two stagger up to one another, panting and sweating.

"N... not bad," Mao says. "Your resolve is mighty.

"You're not too bad yourself," Nan says, limping towards him, pressing a hand against his chest.

Mao seizes this opportunity to grab the other feline's cock, wrapping his fingers and pressing the thing up against his own. "Even after all that pain, you're still raring to go!"

"That's because I'm thinking about that eternity we'll have together."

"You mean after I've saved my tribe."

"Hush, you, we both know it'll be me."

Free hands grasp each other, rubbing and groping, fighting and wrestling and shuffling as they jerk each other off.

"C... come on... I need to be ready to shove this in your throat!" Mao says.

"Not a chance," Nan retorts, his eyes flashing in delight and danger. "Maybe, I" ll let you put it somewhere else in consolation before I gag you with mine?"

"Tempting, but no," he snarls. "This is about my prize, and I will have you!"

"Funny," Nan says, smirking and then placing a peck upon Mao's cheek. "I was about to say the exact same thing to you, my dearest Mao.

Both of the feline fighters are sore from their previous punishments. Neither of them let up as they pump each other's cocks, staring at each other as the throbbing in their hearts and their sides fill them.

"We're getting near the end... can you feel it? Nan?" Mao asks, licking his lips.

"It's been a wild ride... but I'm not through yet, Mao," Nan responds.

"If you get off here, you won't have any ammo for later," Mao says, snickering.

"H... heh, maybe you're right," Nan says, and with that, he squeezes his opponent's dick, pressing his thumb to the sensitive flesh.

Mao yowls, but Nan doesn't hurt him too much there. No, instead, he pounces, tumbling on the ground with his rival, spinning around atop Mao, grabbing one leg.