Rendezvouz in Cantanta - A Business Transaction
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Heyah!
I know, I know, mad Gruffy, coming up with YET another story!
Still, I think that when your creativity is flowing, you should let it course in mad, unexpected ways.
This was my own little tidal wave of creativity after having not slept pretty much at all.
I do hope that the imagery will bring forth relaxation in you as well *winks*
So, here we go, another little story told in a couple of chapters by yours truly.
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A lightning struck across the heavens, illuminating the world for the wink of an eye, before the darkness again spread its heavy blanket. Streaming rain stained the tall windows of the bedroom that was only lit by the slowly burning flames in the ornate fireplace, adorned with bronze-wrought cherubs whose faces appeared demonic in the living light. The light drew shadows that licked the panelled walls, heavy with dark, lacquered teak.
The shadows were dancing slowly across the expensive walls, spurned by the motion of the two bodies entwined on the bed. One of them was a lion with a thick, rich mane, sprawled on his back, his legs pushed straight out and tensing with the subtle motion of the undulation of his hips, while those same hips, and his large paws hugged the firm, round hips and buttocks of the mottled feline perched on top of him.
The cheetah's shoulders were slung back and his head was held high, paws firmly splayed and positioned over the lion's chest for leverage as he slowly rocked his body to the rhythm of the drive of those thick, golden-furred hips against his own. Their heavy tails were looped around each other, even further signifying the mating of these two magnificent specimens of feline grace.
There was seemingly no sense of urgency as the cheetah held himself deeply seated atop the lion's flexing loins, only letting himself move back and forth slowly as per propelled by the movements of those powerful hips. His breaths were shallow and came out in soft purrs whenever the lion's oiled, barbed member pushed against that hidden spot deep within his body that was such a secret yet powerful source of pleasure for the recipient of the lion's virility. His own pride of malehood swayed along to the mating dance, dripping droplets of pearly fluid over the lion's belly as the unattended length was milked from within by the lion's mighty member.
The lion growled with deep contention as his length was slowly and intensively massaged by the cheetah's experienced tailhole. Each time those slim hips rocked, a wave of slowly building and ebbing pressure seemed to move over his pleasured flesh, and the large lion returned the favour by an intense pulse of his hips up into that heated receptacle of his ardour. The cheetah was taking him deeply and wondrously easily. The carefully coiled-back energy and strength was a great turn-on for the lion too often deprived of pleasures of this magnitude, and he intended to savour every second he could have with this cheetah of great skill in the art of loving.
The cheetah's body was firm and perfectly shaped by countless hours of exercise, and it showed in the deliberate slowness and control he displayed even while engaging in eroticism. Even though he was the one having another male's hardness piercing his innards with every one of those heated thrusts, there was nothing passive about his act. His face remained unflinching, and the only sign of his physical exertion was the rhythmical flexing of his clawtips against the lion's thick hide on his chest where the cheetah's paws still rested firm and steady.
The lion's eyes were open and enjoying the sight of the male straddling him, but the cheetah's head was held high and his eyes were closed. There was no desire for eye contact, for any intimacy, in this mating. It was just the joining of beautiful flesh with the potent flesh of the large lion, senior to the cheetah in ways more than one. There was silence, since neither found enjoyment from engaging in lewd oral intercourse while their bodies moved. The power they enjoyed was in hard muscle, not in dirty words.
They pleasured each other with great intensity, yet with a layer of odd detachment, as if they existed in two worlds even while their bodies were pressed together in the manner most intimate possible between two males. The lion took the cheetah for his pleasure, and the cheetah took the lion for his own enjoyment in this secret act. The only connection was the pillar of flesh impaling the cheetah with each thrust that were slowly increasing in intensity and pace.
The two felines took each other strongly. Their bodies began to move faster now, the crack of thunder obstructing a few tightly held back gasps and growls coming from both of them. Their fluid movements followed each other's closely, and they adapted easily to the slight change as one of the lion's paws left the cheetah's delicious rump and wrapped tenderly around his barbed, unattended flesh. The rocking of the cheetah's hips drove his slick member between those fingers and the rough pads, and his body tensed into a beautiful arch, as the burning took over.
Snarls and bared teeth signalled their release. The cheetah bore himself down firmly, securing himself down against the lion's loins while the large male reached his rapture. He spent a large amount of potent lion seed within the cheetah's demanding heat. The feeling of that warmth growing inside him sent the cheetah past his own threshold as well, and he deposited his own come over the lion's chest in thick, strong spurts of white seed. This male offering filled the air with the musk of mating and heat while the lion's fingers moved expertly and manipulated the pulsing member between his raspy pads.
The cheetah allowed himself a deep sigh of pleasure as he let his internal muscles tense and relax around the spent lion member within him while the last of his own seed dribbled over the lion's knuckles. His shoulders dropped quietly and he breathed slowly, inhaling the musk that permeated the air of the bedchamber.
The lion's lips were pulled back in a smirk as he lifted his paw up to his maw and lapped over the white stains covering his golden digits while purring loudly. His blue eyes found the green ones of the cheetah, and his smile widened.
"That was quite...enjoyable, "the lion rumbled, giving the cheetah's hindquarters a squeeze from his un-occupied paw.
The cheetah still poised on top of him snuffled.
"Anything my...master...wishes," the cheetah replied in a voice that carried a slight nasal twang.
He shifted his hips slightly as if planning to move away, but the firm paw on his rump made him stop his movement, and instead he simply sat there, letting his breaths calm down slowly. His erection was already wilting, having spent his ardour in a throughout manner.
"I do wonder if this kind of service is bestowed upon all of your...customers," the lion spoke in a deep rumble.
He had finished with his little adventure in taste and scent, and now had folded his once stained paw behind his neck to prop himself up on the silken sheets to look at the beautiful form of the subservient cheetah from a more comfortable angle.
"For the thousand silver coins you pay me, anything is bestowed upon you, Count," the cheetah replied in an oddly detached voice, looking down at the large, sprawled noble lion underneath and still somewhat inside him as well.
The lion's fingertips traced along the nimble cheetah's hip and side, going over his arm as far as the reclining male could reach, before heading down over the feline's chest and belly, falling back over to his inner thigh. Clawtips pulled through the soft mottled fur and felt over the tense muscle under the skin and fur.
The cheetah flicked his tail about his thighs and smirked.
"You should call me Hopper, not Count...I do not find it fitting into the bedchamber at all," the leonine hedonist mused.
"Does your fine wife call you Hopper when you take her in her wrong hole, Count?" the cheetah replied.
The lion snorted and shoved his hips up against the cheetah's impaled hindquarters, pushing his barbed, still firm member deep inside the cheetah's filled rump.
"Manners, servant," the lion grumbled back with a scowl on his regal muzzle.
"Wouldn't you rather call me by my name?" the cheetah taunted lightly, flexing his thighs ever that subtly so that the tension in his loins increased, trapping the lion effectively deep within the cheetah's inner canal.
"I don't know your name, servant," the lion replied. "I prefer it that way...it makes things less complicated."
"Silver also doesn't have names engraved on it, besides the king's, of course," the cheetah smirked again, enjoying the feeling of that pulsing shaft so tenderly tickling against his sweet spot.
No reason he couldn't enjoy this moment for as long as it lasted. The lion's member was a formidable one and its reach was deep and satisfying inside the cheetah's skewered rump. He ground his hips softly, and stroked paws over the lion's seeded chest.
"I think we both understand silver," the lion spoke in his characteristic rumble.
"I think we do," the cheetah replied languidly, stretching himself leisurely while still staying seated over the elder lion.
"Does your wife let you stay at mount after you are finished with her forbidden sodomy?" the cheetah taunted, flexing his body in a ruthless display of strength and erotic charge.
"She complains about my barbs," the lion grunted, his voice becoming throaty as his member was again milked by those skilled, invisible muscles.
"You should give her them where they belong," the cheetah snuffled. "Deep inside her proper breeding hole, making her scream with joy as you make her heavy with your litter."
The lion's paws cupped the cheetah's firm rump, one half into each paw, and squeezed those beautiful buttocks with reverence for their male beauty.
"I have enough sons and daughters...too many, perhaps, even" the lion suggested.
"Still you wish only the best for them, in your own twisted way," the cheetah hissed between clenched teeth as he felt that pointed, roughly tickling tip push past his sweet spot and embed itself deep into the thickly seed-coated tail tunnel.
"...as proven by the presence of your lance inside my hind," the cheetah continued, tilting his hips once more to make that contact between that invading flesh and his own ever so more delicious.
The lion chuckled deeply and continued his slow thrusts into the slick tunnel of gripping heat and fleshy enjoyment.
"You truly have the cheek, servant!" the lion spoke, still laughing throatily.
"It comes for the same price, Count," the cheetah grunted, flexing his hips to set them into motion again, "no extra charge involved..."
The lion began to thrust upwards properly now, putting his considerable bulk and strength behind his movements as he drove himself up and into the awaiting heat. His large paws squeezed and fondled those spread buttocks with purring delight.
"I do wish all business arrangements would be confirmed in such a pleasurable manner...," the lion growled deeply.
The willingly impaled cheetah just snorted, closed his eyes and threw his head back to make his body draw taunt into an erotic arching form. He let his thoughts wander to the bag of one thousand silver coins he was paid for his services for the noble and venerable Count Hopper, smirked privately, and began to slowly claw over and across the lion's belly and chest, knowing it would drive the older male mad with pleasure and make him spend himself quickly.
The lion growled deeply and clung onto the cheetah's back, flipping them over on the wide bed so that the lithe cheetah was pinned under the great bulk of the big lion. He landed with a soft grunt of surprise, and found the lion's large maw puffing hot breaths over his face.
"My wife may complain, but I want you to beg, servant," the lion's vicious growl emanated to the pinned cheetah's ears.
"As my master wishes," the cheetah replied and laid prone under the heavy weight of the lion, surrendering completely into his mercy. "Please, master."
The lion growled and thrust with all his might, and the cheetah's pleasure plum was squeezed into a prune.
The cheetah snarled.
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