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   A sweet pine breeze rustled through the hanging branches of green needles and drooping willow, dotted with the occasional broad emerald leaf from the towering, thick trunked trees with their sallow, silvery paper-like bark spaced amongst the evergreens. The marketplace was bustling still, the wide, white flagstone paved boulevard twisting in and out amongst the sprawling green turf parks and lawns that rested beneath the sighing boughs of the towering trees above with their sculpted mansions and houses perched up amongst the thick boles and branches. The kiosks and vendors beneath their tents were relaxing after the morning rush, the avenue giving way to the less frenzied activity of the leisure strollers and shoppers that wandered from café and tea-house, sampling the sights and merchandise with a more frugal, expansive eye than those of the morning buyers.

   Rial seat reclined in a wooden chair, the polished wood shaped like a wing, cradling him quite comfortably in his partial repose, one leg thrust out along the carved chaise's length as he leaned his head back and exhaled a long, spidery wisp of smoke, giving his lips and tongue a twitch as he sent a wide ring of smoke wafting lazily through the gentle breeze above his head, watching it get torn apart by the drafts. At his elbow a wrought metal table held half a glass of good port, a wide bowl and a book, propped open with the clasped case of his pipe, though the feline's almond shaped eyes were far from the printed text, wandering easily over the length and breadth of the village market and up to the treetop mansions above them. The lean feline loved the elven cities and villages almost as much as their people, watching the lithe, smooth bodies of those elves gliding past him, interspersed with shorter and taller humanoids, dwarves and men, spindly elves from higher breeds, other furred individuals such as himself of every breed and species found in the lands.

   The feline stretched his tall, broad frame easily, his simple tunic and loose trousers of gray and black not quite clashing with his warm mocha and cream pelt, with white highlights dotted here and there and his chocolate brown ears and masked face and muzzle, along with the twitching tip of his tail. He idly pushed a stray lock of his auburn mane away from his eyes, his bright green gaze selecting individuals from the knotted clusters here and there, a tall, willowy elf with immense pointed ears and a breathtaking cascade of pale, ruddy hair that nearly swept his ankles, the wash of hair being almost the most covering his lean, smooth body had, attracting a lingering gaze as he walked past. Rial chuckled softly as a stout, compact dwarf stumped past, using a thick handled axe as a walking stick, a mug of frothing ale in his wide, strong fingers despite it being barely the cresting of the noon sun overhead, singing a lively tune to himself about gold and silver.

   Rial took another long draw from his spindly pipe, exhaling as his eyes followed a tall, smooth limbed man, from some exotic tribe no doubt as the human's entire body was smooth and lean, tanned to a deep, olive ocher and crossed with whorls and strange flowing script stained into his skin in a deep, cheerful cobalt blue, with starburst patterns around his eyes and his long wild black hair tied up in elaborate braids. Half a loincloth fluttered around the human's hips, letting Rial have a wonderful view as he strode away. The feline's blunt muzzled face followed the man till he was almost out of sight amongst the peaceful, cool parks, distracting Rial till a shadow loomed over him, nearly making him drop his pipe as a familiar voice roused him, "My, someone certainly looks comfortable."

   The mocha furred feline yelped sheepishly as he jabbed himself in the gums with the stem of his pipe, accidentally blowing into it instead of inhaling and sending a comical burst of embers shooting from the bowl. A second voice giggled, making Rial grin lopsidedly, "Now Karais my darling, we can forgive sweet Rial, he was so obviously distracted by that tantalizing sample of man flesh just now."

   Karais dropped onto the bench seat next to Rial's lounge, grinning, "Our sweet elvish danties are out of your sight for a mere hour and already some longshanked man rump is turning your head, you're insatiable Rial."

   "What?" The feline tried not to chuckle as he mocked scorn, "You assumed I was gazing longingly after that stout dwarven fellow Karais? Heaven's forbid, I was saving him for you."

   The lean feline's old friend was black pelted, deep, onyx black with white markings and highlights, his open fronted blouse showing his firm, chest and stomach, clad in white, a double white stripe dragging boldly down the length of his wide, fluffy black tail from where it wrested itself free from the back of his loose trousers. The skunk had adapted well into a life in the elvish town, settling amongst the newfound objects of his affections, garnering much talk and visitations due to his glossy, deep ebony pelt, striking violet gaze and snowy, fine white locks that drifted like fresh snow when unbound across his shoulders. Karais laughed gleefully as his lover and mate settled into his welcoming lap.

   Karais' lover had been introduced to him by Rial and the feline's own elvish lover, Cilian, both exquisite examples of classical elven beauty. Karais inhaled gently, pressing his blush coloured nose into his slender lover's hair and breathing his sweet scent, a fresh, natural perfume of the elf's body, almost like the crsip tang of fresh snow on a cool night. Tavi was almost the opposite of his skunk lover, slender, sleek, smooth skinned, his body light, but strong, almost feminine in its curves and flat planes, long, elegant limbs and digits, with a merry, high cheeked face, full pouting lips and luminous slate gray eyes. The young, young being a relative term for a race whose lifespan could number in the centuries and more, elf's skin was soft and perfectly smooth, with a lustrous pearly sheen that bordered on silver, with an alabaster paleness of fine china to it. His long hair was the colour of a freshly minted silver coin, thick and soft, piled loosely atop his skull almost comically as his long, taper tipped pointed ears jutted out on either side of his coiffure.

   All elves shared one trait, even as their breed boasted different complexions and tones, some were pale, alabaster skinned like Tavi. Some had a creamy, rosy complexion, with strawberry tinted hair, others like Rial's own elven lover had smooth, pale golden yellow skin, the shade of autumn elm leaves or the sheen of a golden sandy beach. The elves more elusive, skittish cousins had deep, almost coal black complexions, their far ranging kin who dwelled deep in the mountains and beneath the earth. There were other complexions of almost any hue as interbreeding between the branches of elvish relation mixed, even some flighty breeds of elves sported almost purple skin, with lovely pale shades of blue and gray in between. But all of the elves, regardless of their breed shared the same long, delicately tapered and pointed ears. It was hard to disguise their long, ever so sensitive ears, with their points normally towering above the crown of their skulls.

   The pale elf that sat cradled in Karais' lap was beautiful, with his skin like a china doll and his platinum hair, his pearly complexion in stark juxtaposition to his ebon furred lover. Tavi was clad in a long, flowing skirt of almost see-through cerulean cotton, the soft, gauzy material draped down to his calves, leaving his nimble feet bare save for a pair of bangles about each ankle and soft, spun slippers that hid his toes. Around Tavi's torso a loose vest of a deeper shade of blue was buttoned, barely hiding his smooth, flat planed belly and dipping low against his chest, leaving it exposed from nipple to nipple. He wore a long silvery chain around his throat, a milky pink and white shot stone nestled against his breast, rounded down smooth that matched the dangling teardrop earrings of cultured pearls that hung from hoops in his earlobes. The young elf smiled brightly, leaning back, pressing his shoulders into his lover's firm chest, running his long fingers up and down Karais' forearms as the skunk encircled his waist and clasped his paws in his lover's lap.

   Rial grinned gently as he watched the two young males clasp their fingers around one anothers, holding one another gently as Karais gently kissed up and down the exposed curve of his elf lover's nape and throat, making him giggle and blush, a pink glow diffusing through his pale skin. The skunk had fallen in love with the slender elf almost from the moment they first embraced, making love that night had only cemented his deep warm attraction to Tavi. The fresh-faced, innocent elf thrived on the attention, basking in the affection of his strong skunk lover and gleefully permitting the envious looks and curious whispered banter from his kin about his dark furred lover. He still felt a thrill each night when he retired next to the broad-chested skunk, pressing into his thickly furred lover, and he'd never been more content with a love mate in his long, but reasonably innocent life.

   Rial laid his pipe down, hefting his wine glass, smiling to the slender fox serving male as he indicated to bring more glasses and a fresh bottle of wine, "My, you two look like a wonderfully happy pair, don't you? Did you have any luck ferreting out fresh dainties at the market?"

   "Oh my yes!" Tavi's smile brightened even more as he playfully bounced up and down gently in Karais' lap, making him clear his throat and hold his lover's hips still, muttering, "Easy my lovely, lest you abruptly find yourself seated on a pike."

   The pale skinned elf nodded, biting his lip as he felt Karais' strong paws hold him, resting his hands gently over his lover's grip, "Yes, yes Rial, we did. Karais would take no new clothing, but he let me buy him a lovely earring with a pretty sapphire, and I found several new blouses and a fine new set of lingerie for evenings. You and Cilian must come by and see them!"

   Rial chuckled into his glass, seeing a knowing smirk on Karais' muzzle, meeting the skunk's violet eyes with a wink, "Speaking of my fine love, where did he go, I wonder. He was amongst the vendors whilst I reclined..."

   "We saw him, not half of an hour ago. He seemed quite pleased with himself."

   "An elf who seems pleased with himself is a dangerous thing. I idly wonder what surprises he has in store for myself, or us for that matter."

   Rial grinned, then perked his ears, hearing a spritely tinkling, recognizing his lover's ankle bracelets, "Speak of the devil."

   The feline tipped his head, spying his slender lover approaching. Cilian was a vision, with his smooth, soft pale golden skin, long, lean limbs, naked save for bracelets and bangles, tinkling with tiny gold bells around his ankles. The elf wore no footwear, as a rule, save for when the summer made the stone boulevards too hot to stride or the winter chilled him. Cilian's limber legs were bare, exposing his lean limbs from toes to the curve of his hips, which were narrow at the waist, but flared along his flanks, a soft silk cord of grass green was cinched around his waist, holding up a plain length of deep blue cloth, the colour of the sea in spring, that was draped between the cord in front and behind, dangling to his knees as a loincloth. His torso was bare save for a long golden chain that dangled down against his breast, holding a bright garnet the size of an egg.

   The elf's chest was firm and his belly flat, with a soft ridge of indentation along his abdomen, giving some highlight to the creamy butter yellow of his skin. He wore only a soft, gauzy half cape around his throat, pinned with a golden clasp, keeping the worst of the afternoon sun off his shoulders and back, along with the cascade of bright blonde hair over his nape and back, the colour of fresh summer corn, held back off his forehead with a bright strip of ribbon, keeping it from obscuring his dainty features and his long, tantalizing ears, with golden hoops through his earlobes. Cilian had smiling eyes the colour of bottle glass. The elf was giggling as he walked with another couple, known in the town holding hands with the other elf companion, a friend of his and known to Rial and Karais.

   Cilian's elvish friend was shorter then he and slim, willowy and happy looking with creamy pale skin and a mop of fiery strawberry hair that waved and curled in a jumble along his shoulders. The slender elf was dressed in a simple frock of pale lavender and cerulean blue, the wide sleeves billowing in the breeze and the flowing kilt giving glimpses of his long, lean legs as he walked. The merry elf was accompanied by a towering, massive feline lover, broad in the chest and hips, thick in the legs with broad feet and a stout striped tail that twitched back and forth as he walked, a head and shoulders taller then both elves next to him. Rial recognized the tall, handsome tiger, with his deep orange and ruddy pelt, slashed with broad, sharp black stripes and white highlights, with an unruly name of reddish gold hair and a wide, serious looking face, with almond shaped blue eyes the colour of a fresh spring sky and a broad, flat pink nose above his strong chin.

   They had never been introduced, but the fine looking tiger had an appetite for elvish custom as Rial did himself. It extended to his clothing, which for his broad, strongly muscled stature almost looked out of place. The tall feline was dressed in a pale cream blouse, open to the waist, with the trailing hem tucked into the wide cloth sash around his waist, with a pair of loose, ballon legged breeches around his hips that sagged low in the crotch and knees, simple and dyed almost steel gray, tied about his thick ankles, and he wore no shoes, his broad toes naked. The towering tiger seemed at ease with his elven companions, his broad paw resting on the flame haired elf's lower back, gently gripping the curve of his hip in a nonchalant manner as they walked. Rial whistled gently at the massive, broad tiger and his slender elf companion, his mind for some reason immediately turning to rather perilous thoughts about how so small and slender an elf could possibly withstand the energy of the towering feline if the two were mates.

   All the smaller feline's doubts were extinguished as the slender elf freed his hand from Cilian's and uttered a spritely giggle, tossing himself into the broad tiger's arms, allowing himself to be hefted as if he weighed no more then a feather, still laughing wildly as the large feline hoisted him up and against his chest and shoulder, cradling him with surprising gentleness for his massive size. The elf and tiger kissed gently, making Cilian blush and giggle helplessly, the pair, sharing custody of the feline's broad, warm tongue briefly before he deposited the slender elf back onto his feet with a smile. As they reached the café terrace the elf and tiger were holding hands, gently swinging them as they and Cilian gathered around the table where Rial, Karais and Tavi sat.

   Cilian's bright jade eyes were merry as he sat next to Rial with a flourish of the parcels tied together, gripped in his grasp, "Rial, my beloved, and Karais and Tavi, again. I happened upon some more friends whilst shopping!"

   The golden skinned elf gestured theatrically to his red haired kin and the towering feline, "This is Tibbett, and his gorgeous, if slightly hulking companion Fresix."

   Tibbett blushed and the tiger uttered a throaty chuckle, both bowing slightly and clasping hands and paws with Rial, Karais and Tavi. Rial grinned softly, "Another fair feline with tastes for pointed ears, by the gods, we'll have to start a society soon, for those with fur and a taste for elvish..." he paused impishly, "Extravagance."

   Cilian swatted a hand at the feline, all the assembled elves blushing as their furred companions chuckled, "Rial, such thoughts, so early, but will you stay for a drink Tibbett and Fresix?"

   The tiger exchanged glances with his shorter lover, smiling, "Mmm, my thanks darling Cilian, but we have to be going, a luncheon with Freix's brothers and dinner with my cousin, then an evening of, extravagance..."

   "Sounds much similar to all our evenings to be, no doubt."

   Rial chuckled as he extended his paw to the elf and tiger again, wishing them well, squeezing the taller feline's paw and winking, "You've done well for your extravagance, no wonder."

   The taller feline nodded, grinning, "My yes. You and your skunk friend as well."

   Tibbett giggled, shaking his head at the grins adorning the furred male's faces, "You three have your nerves, but I think now is the time to take me home dear Fres, we have much to prepare."

   Rial grinned lopsidedly as the pair walked away, hearing Karais whistle softly under his breath as the pair vanished off down the wide stone boulevard, the skunk shaking his head and leaning back into his seat, "My Gods... How does someone that petite even begin to handle or manipulate something, well, that massive..."

   Tavi shrugged, sipping his wine, "Are you casting for pointers my love?"

   The skunk smirked, teasingly tickling his elf lover with the fluffy tip of his tail, making him giggle and almost spill his wine, "I wasn't claiming to be looking for any details or instructions, but you have to admit that tiger chap looks as though he'd claim someone's life if he accidentally sat on them, much less bedded them!"

   "Pulled muscles and bruises at the very least, I would think."

   Rial grinned harder as he poured more wine, garnering him a soft dig in the side from Cilian, "Look at these two furry fiends grinning from ear to ear at the thought of those two in a tryst!"

   "Actually I was imagining what an elf would look like topping a flagpost like the one that massive fellow no doubt sports."

   Tavi uttered a scandalized squeak and batted at his skunk lover at his comment, blushing almost rose coloured from his chin to the tips of his pale ears, "I beg your pardon! Cilian, I do believe our love mates are having impure thoughts pertaining to our poor cousin and his tiger companion, are we no longer good enough for your hunger?"

   The group degraded into peals of chuckling as Cilian and Tavi glanced to one another in mock shock and disdain, the golden skinned elf uttering a soft squawk as Rial aimed a soft spank to the curve of his buttocks. The feline smirked, "Heavens, you'd never known elvish kind to be so insecure and vain. To think my head might be turned by such a spectacle as that tiger mating someone barely half his size. It's no business of mine, besides, you know we could see such a thing anytime at that one particular tavern down in the Crosswater junction, if I remember the gist of their advertising."

   "You're incorrigible, both of you!" The rising flush in Cilian's ears made them almost glow orange, shaking his head softly as he leaned into his feline lover. He sniffed in indignation, then relaxed as Rial stroked his nape and hair, gently caressing his long, tapered ears. The slender elf warmed back into a more relaxed posture, leaning into his feline lover's side, running his supple fingers along Rial's arm as he encircled his own waist with an arm, stroking his paw, glancing sidelong at Tavi and Karais who were cuddled up to one another in a similarly intimate fashion. Rial purred as his elvish lover scratched the short fuzz on his chin affectionately, "So where would we fancy having our luncheon? The symphony doesn't start till nearly sundown."

   "The Greenwood and Torch has a Magnificent menu, and their spiced mead goes down like silk on satin."

   Rial, Cilian and Tavi nodded at Karais' words, smiling as they bundled their parcels, dropped a slip of gold onto the low table and strode together arm in arm down the winding boulevard to seek their meal.

   The lamps were turned down low in the wide, round chamber. The living chamber was more expansive and well appointed then Rial's last apartment, though still a communal mansion, the chambers were more secluded and less apt to riotous intrusions. The arched walls were smooth paneling, with a satiny blue paint, edged in darker tones around the round windows and arch topped doorways. The sliding panal doors the elves favoured were still prevalent, as were the large windows and low, comfortable furniture. The chambers themselves were divided into a cluster of circles, shaped like a 4 leaf clover, joined in a central hub by the almost two meter thick trunk of the tree around which the entire mansion was built and built into. The two lobes that were separated by only a wide, sweeping arch were the low, snug chamber containing a low, softly and thickly padded futon, swaddled in satins and soft cottons, with a shallow cabinet for clothing and wide, sliding doors that opened out onto a small but sturdy balcony overlooking the gardens ranged around the mansion.

   The sitting chamber had a large, soft lounge in the center of the room where the cheerful brazier for the fire sat, a long hooded tube dangling from the ceiling above, venting the smoke to the out of doors. The walls were ranged with bookshelves and cabinets with elegant glass fronts, with chairs and a few low tables spaced amongst them. The other pair of rooms, a small, but serviceable dining area with a dainty round table and pair of chairs, facing wide, round windows that had a dazzling view of the rising sun in the mornings, with a small pantry, dresser for plates and utensils, a tiny sink for washing up and an almost ludicrous looking hob that was barely large enough to hold a kettle for tea or pot for coffee but seeing as neither Rial or Cilian bothered to do much more then boil coffee over the tiny flame, it served them well enough. The last room of the 4 was a small but reasonably well insulated and appointed washing room, with a narrow but deep tub with the spout that carried in hot water, a small bench, pegs for hanging clothing, dressing gowns and clothing, and a large, oblong mirror that stood on spindly legs crouched in the empty space opposite the tub nest to a set of double shelves that held all manner of grooming products and beauty accessories.

   The windows of the bathing chamber were thrown open, venting the steam and allowing in the cool night breeze to rustle the thin, gossamer-like gown of cotton that hung on the peg, sharing its space with a fluffy towel and overseeing a large parcel that lay unwrapped on the bench below as water splashed in the tub and Cilian sang gaily in his native tongue of the country and green leaved woods all around them. The elf splashed, giggling as Rial wandered past the doorway, the feline munching idly on a slice of salted meat wrapped about a wedge of cheese, both liberated from the pantry. The elf splashed a few drops of water at his feline lover, leaving spots on his dressing gown, making him smirk and wave his paw, "I know, I know, you're bathing, but while you splash about like a half beached fish what would you like as your digestif my sweet?"

   Cilian wrung his drenched hair, draping it delicately over the side of the tub as he brought his leg up to scrub vigorously at his calf, making Rial smirk. He grinned back at his feline lover, shrugging softly and moving on to his other leg, "Do we have any of the good Shirian brandy my father gave us last moon?"

   The feline stroked his chin, nodding, "Yes, I believe so."

   "Some of that, then."

   The elf splashed some more at his feline lover, "Now Shoo! Let me finish my bath and get dressed in my new lovelies, Tibbett and Tavi helped me pick them out special just for you, so Shoo!"

   "Shall I fetch the blindfold my sweet?"

   "Not tonight, perhaps later."

   Cilian stuck out his tongue impishly at his feline partner, making shoo-ing motions with his hands till Rial obeyed him and wandered off to the kitchenette to ready the post dinner and pre-dessert drinks for them both. He grinned slyly as he had a surprise of his own for his elven love, humming gently as he opened the basket of fruit he had paid for the day before and had sent while Cilian still dozed that morning, arranging a pile of fresh raspberries and blueberries and his lover's favourite, delicate, ruby coloured and sweet smelling strawberries, then spooned some honey infused cream into the space in the middle of the ring of fruit. He poured them both a goodly amount of the dark amber liquid that smelled faintly of apples and tasted of fresh springtimes and sweet water, then balanced the whole go on a small tray, hastening himself to the bedroom where he loaded the bedside table, then rummaged in the cabinet for a long, slender crystal pointed at both ends and collared in finely wrought silver.

     The nearly foot long crystal vibrated faintly in his paw as he worked the cunningly crafted and disguised music box, setting it into a sconce on the wall where the clever little device hovered just barely above the divot in the polished metal reflector and slowly rotated around on itself, casting a shimmery, diffused light, wavering between blues and greens and violets, almost sliding into pink before washing out again once more. The cunning little lamp cast it's wavering shadows on the circular walls of the chamber, almost making it seem to be under water, with the rippling, soothing patterns of rainbow light. The crystal started to hum gently as it spun slowly, the hum building and filling out to gentle, tremulous, but clear, sweet musical tones. The notes could not be classified as string, wind, humanoid voice or a mixture of them all, but the choral quality was singularly haunting as the crystal sang in tune with itself, the soft, ethereal music was pleasant and relaxing.

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     Rial marveled at the wonder of elven craftsmanship as he slowly settled onto the futon, reclining back into the cushions and relaxing. He felt his slightly stiff back ease as his frame nestled down into the soft comfort, hearing Cilian humming and singing gently still through the doorway over the softly playing music of the crystal instrument. The feline captured one of the glasses he had set out, rolling his wrist to make the amber gold liquid within swirl, inhaling gently as he sipped from the delicate crystal snifter, the sweet brandy hitting his tongue, flowing down his throat where it settled for an instant before the fire like warmth washed through him. The lean feline reveled in his mate's sire's wonderful taste for the fineries of life. Cilian's father Kilis, almost as striking as his son, and both nearly as pretty as his mother, was as much of a fanatic of finery as his son, having passed these sensibilities in life onto his offspring.

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     Rial closed his eyes as he reclined, abruptly wondering if he had time for a puff or two from his pipe before he heard the ever so soft sound of his lover's footfalls on the planked flooring. The feline arched an arm and found the small sphere set into a pedestal on the side table, rolling it gently till the glowing lamps ranged around the room dimmed down by half their radiance, then twisted it slowly till they shone with a soft, almost silvery blue light, enhancing the shimmering glow from the tinkling and singing crystal shard. Cilian's voice was soft and coy, his slender hand extending in about the frame of the doorway, gripping it softly, "Mmm, Rial, my love, I see and hear you have prepared for an evening relaxation, but not too relaxed as to find my new clothing unwelcome."

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     The lounging feline flicked his mocha and chocolate tipped tail gently, grinning, "Am I ever too relaxed to be entertained by you my sweet?"

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     The elf nodded, still unseen, slowly draping his long, naked leg into the bed chamber, his toes touching the floor and spreading as he shifted his weight, gently pirouetting into the room on his nimble grace. Rial perked his ears, his amber eyes opening slowly as he looked to his elfin lover, smiling softly as Cilian showed his natural grace and nimble litheness. The slender elf had his flaxen hair bundled to his nape in a loose tail as it was still damp from his bath, his golden skin glowing in the diffuse blue light, adopting an almost green tinge that made his eyes shimmer and stand forth dazzlingly. He was clad in his new garments, peaking Rial's interest as he gazed up and down along the elf's lithe form. Cilian had a soft, velvet collar fringed in lace and sitched in beautiful designs swirling like leaves in golden thread that glittered and danced in the light, a scarf of see-through gauze draped loosely over his shoulders and wrapped down around his arms as he moved, the long ends trailing past his hands as he arched himself gracefully. The blue and green lights seemed to dance across the elf's supple skin as he moved in a slow, sensuous rhythm, matching the ethereal music, his hands straying along his bared chest and flat, femininely smooth stomach, his torso clad in only a loose, open blouse woven like a fishnet, with loose webbing of gold and red fabric and thread, the almost nonexistent material billowing and flexing.

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     Rial sat up more intently as he gazed down, noting his elvish lover's hips and thighs were clad in a long, flowing waistcloth, which only covered his crotch and the insides of his thighs, dipping low, the soft satin cord tied low on his curved hips. He turned slowly, allowing Rial to drink in the easy, sensual curves of his body, flashing his smooth, perfectly rounded rump, naked save for the twisted strap of silken ocher cloth that bound his loins beneath the waistcloth. The makeshift briefs were a single bolt of cloth, rolled, wrapped around the fine firm hips, tied, then the slack drawn back, twisting it, doubling it back over the waist tie, then brough around and tucked up snugly against his belly. Fine, golden silk ribbons were twined gracefully around the young elf's arms from wrists to elbows, trailing along with the transparent scarf.

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     Cilian giggled, his eyes hooded as he sensually glided across the space between doorway and futon, then slowly lowered himself down, perching himself daintily, then turning about to face Rial, crouching more then sitting on his backside with his legs spread wide and easily, his knees almost level with his chin as he rested his hands on the bedclothes between Rial's spread legs, "Do you like them my love?"

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     "Well, do I like them, you ask? My Cilian, they are almost as beautiful as you are wearing them. And not so beautiful as you stand to be not wearing them."

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     The elf blushed, playfully prodding Rial's thigh, "You cad, you speak so sweetly for one whose mind is on such carnal things, I have no doubt."

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     "Doubtless. Carnal and quite opulent thoughts."

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     The feline grinned, plucking up Cilian's glass and handing it to him, then selecting a goodly sized strawberry and dipping the point of the ruby fruit into the honeyed cream, offering it to the giggling elf who obligingly parted his lips just wide enough to teasingly suck the blob of cream from the ruddy berry, then bit it in half, blushing softly, "I remember the time we tried that trick with something more substantial then a strawberry."

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     "Yes, but the cream was real, and you seemed to like it just as much."

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     "You terribly tease." Cilian prodded his lover's hip, slowly uncoiling his slender body to lay next to Rial, pressing into his side as he smiled at the feline.

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     Rial rummaged a handful of berries and busied himself feeding them to both himself and his giggling lover, watching the slim elf's mouth work with a grin of his own, "Such beautiful lips and mouth."

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     "What of my tongue?"

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     "So nimble and skilled in its own right."

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     The blush in Cilian's ears made them almost glow violet in the dim blue light, biting his lip as Rial played with his ears, massaging them and tugging their pointed tips. The elf whimpered softly, making an adorable face as Rial tipped his head and snaked his long, slightly rough tongue up and along one of his pale golden ears, flicking it slowly up and down, teasing the hoop earring dangling from Cilian's earlobe and then tenderly nibbling the warm, soft auricle, making his elf lover shiver and utter a tiny squeak with the almost imperceptible scrape of fangs against his sensitive ear. The feline purr-ed softly as he felt Cilian's hands slowly start to caress and wander up and down his body, caressing him through the soft material of his robe. The elf's hands wandered slowly, then deftly unknotted the belt on Rial's robe, brushing it open so he could gaze on his feline lover's body unhampered by cloth.

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     Rial's lean, broad shouldered form was pleasantly curved, broad under the arms, a plunging curve down his sides to his narrow waist and a slow sweeping back out with his hips, his sides coated in his thick mocha brown fur, with lighter cream on his throat and the insides of his thighs, and an almost white eggshell tan from his nipples on either side down to just above his crotch in a wide, inverted triangle shape. Cilian grinned gently as he allowed his lover just enough slack to slide from his robe and cast it away, slowly resuming his caresses of the feline's toned body, feeling the firm squared off angles of his pectorals, the sandy coloured flesh bumps of his pert nipples, a slight ripple down his breastbone and belly, then what the elf was hungering for. He heard Rial inhale as his own long, nimble fingers gripped the velvet furred orbs of flesh, warm and loose, dangling below his sex, concealed in its own furred housing just above, squeezing them.

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     The feline's testicles were just large enough to fill the elf's hand without overfilling it, the warm, firm spheres of flesh adjusting to his touch, making him giggle softly as they tensed and relaxed of their own accord while Rial's sheath showed no signs of relaxing at any point in the immediate future of their encounter. The toned feline rumbled approvingly, spreading his lean legs and arching his hips, warm tingles washing along his spine as his elven lover squeezed him gently, slowly playing with his velvet furred sex till his arousal was obvious. Rial inhaled with a soft hiss, rumbling louder as his body revealed itself, his sex stiffening quickly, sliding free of its soft, warm sheath, jutting into the warm, musky air, coming to breathtaking hardness as the golden skinned elf teased it ruthlessly.

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     The feline's erection was sleek, almost the width of 3 fingers across at the base, with a smooth shaft and a tapering tip. It was longer than Cilian's hand, thick and hot, scented strongly like the feline's own musk, almost thrumming with sexual arousal, the web-like spread of veins against his pale length seeming nearly to throb of their own accord as the elf tugged the maleness in his grip, feeling his lover's taut desire. He leaned into Rial, kissing him heatedly, moaning softly as the feline gently nipped his pouting lower lip and tugged it before sliding his warm, slightly rough tongue into Cilian's mouth, flicking it around the elf's own appendage, trading them back and forth into one anothers mouths as they panted at one another. Rial's breath came in hot bursts, caressing over Cilian's face and down his throat and chest, making him grunt as the feline busied himself in untying the knots on the elf's waistcloth, gently tossing the garment away, plucking the ribbons loose from his arms and urging him to push his shoulders back, sliding the net-like vest from him till all Cilian had left was the choker, the see-through scarf and the cloth underwear about his hips.

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     The feline grinned as they parted their lips, licking his own as Cilian shivered, a thread of saliva easing onto his chin where his nimble tongue lapped it up. The elf breathed huskily, his own body shivering in anticipation as he arched his back, closing his luminous eyes as Rial slowly ran his paws over his smooth, golden skinned body, the slight rasp of the feline's blunted claws making him whimper in barely constrained lust. Rial rumbled, slowly easing himself into a sitting position, deftly plucking the scarf from Cilian's shoulders, "Give that to me, my pretty little elf."

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     The slender elf perked his long, tapered ears as Rial teasingly hauled him around to the head of the bed and pushed him backward, giggling madly as the feline mmm-ed, looking him over appraisingly, "Yes, yes, you'll do quite fine. Now for some play..."

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     Cilian grinned unabashedly at his feline lover, squeaking as Rial gently stretched his arms over his head, gathering his slender wrists and tying them softly, but just firmly enough to hold him still, leaning over the side of the bed and pulling up a thick leather strap with a wide ring riveted onto the end onto the coverlet. The strap was tacked onto the wooden bed beneath, as were two more around the edge of the wide, soft bed, and Rial tied the silky scarf around the metal ring, knotting it lightly and taking up the slack till Cilian's arms were pinned gently above his head, making the slender elf squirm on the bedcovers, "You and your love games."

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     "As I recall, this particular one was taught to me by your dear cousin Morina by virtue of you enjoying it so much. Now hush and let me work my elvish delight."

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     Cilian squirmed as the grinning feline slowly caressed his naked, golden skinned body, arching his back as Rial ran his living leather paw pads up and down, caressing his chest, tweaking and pinching his nipples till they were tight and aching, making his body shiver. The feline ran his paws over Cillian's flat, feminine abdomen, feeling it heaving gently as he panted, avoiding his still bound crotch with a merciless delight as he ran his paws along the elf's hips and thighs, rubbing up and down along their insides, tickling with his claws and lifting Cilian's legs gently, leaning back and teasingly taking one of the elf's delicate golden feet and tickling it against his fur, making the elf squirm harder, bucking softly against the bed, "No fair!"

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     "All's fair in love my darling." Rial chuckled, making his restrained lover shrill softly as he ran his slightly rough tongue teasingly over the arch of his foot, letting it tickle till Cilian was gasping from the giggles, the corners of his luminour green eyes shimmering a bit in wetness as he shrieked at Rial, tugging his bonds and thrashing desperately against the bed. The elf squirmed wildly, panting and whimpering till Rial released his foot, letting it fall once more, slowly scooting to the edge of the bed and picking up the plate where the forgotten fruit lay, dipping his finger into the honeyed cream and teasingly tracing long swirling whorls and dots over Cilian's heaving chest and belly, dabbling larger mounds of the cool, sweet cream over the elf's golden nipples, making him squirm more.

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     The feline sat back, looking satified with his work as Cilian gulped gently, watching with his wide, glowing eyes. Rial chuckled softly, sitting the plate back near at hand, then leaned over his elfin lover and dipped his cream coated fingertip between Cilian's lips, purring as the elf sucked it gently, licking the sweet cream from his finger and running his nimble tongue over it almost lewdly. Cilian whimpered gently as Rial pulled his finger back, making him chuckle, "Patience my sweet, soon enough your mouth will be otherwise occupied. But now..."

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     Cilian gasped softly as Rial leaned over him, teasingly blowing across his smooth, tender skin, making him shiver as the feline's breath blew hot and steamy against the cool breeze of the open windows. He bit his pouting lip as the feline's long, hot, slightly raspy tongue touched his skin, arching as he moaned, Rial slowly licking up the swirling trails of honeyed cream, working with an almost ruthless idle pace. The feline's warm tongue worked mercilessly, flicking, lapping and licking slowly, swirling gently till he found one of Cilian's nipples, coated with the cream, making the elf squeak, "Don't you darrrrre!"

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     The feline grinned, shrugging softly before he darted his tongue out and started to lap over the elf's cream coated nipple, rubbing it slowly up and down, flicking it ruthlessly against the pert bump of flesh, setting goose-flesh off all over his elven lover's body, making him arch and moan with a gasp. Cilian shrilled as Rial sucked his perked nipple, making it stiffen more, his skin going taut, almost achingly tight and tingling at the feline's warm, rasping tongue, then the gentle, almost imperceptibly pinch of his sharp fangs, tugging his nipple. Cilian's eyes rolled up a bit as his body arched and wriggled, unable to help himself as he groaned, panting gently now and Rial abandoned his pert nipple for the other one. When both nipples were perked and hard, the feline tugged them with his fingers, rubbing them and flicking their tips with his fingertips and tongue, working back and forth, hearing his slender lover moan and gasp, the elf's hips grinding wantonly now, the clean, soft briefs wound around his hips were strained, visibly distended, with a darker wet spot soaking through the material where the bulge peaked.

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        As Rial continued to lap the sweet cream from Cilian's soft skin the feline teasingly slid his paw down and squeezed the aching tight lump tenting the elf's undergarment, making him almost shriek in pleasure as the bulge gave a twitch against it's binding, his erection shifting and rubbing against the soft cloth almost painfully, wedging against the rolled cloth of the waistband, "Ohhh, Gods, Rial, please! Let me loose, please!"

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     The feline chuckled softly, his body warming nicely with its own lust once more as he ran his strong paws along the elf's lean thighs, teasing him before fiddling with the knot at his hip, tugging it, making the cloth shift and squeeze him once more front and back, "My, you certainly knotted this well."

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     The elf groaned, "Cut it off if you can't get it free, I don't caaare!"

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     "Patience my love..."

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     Rial withheld that Cilian's grinding hips weren't much helping him loose the garment as he tussled with the knot, finally leaning in and working it with his fangs, making Cilian groan louder as he felt the feline's hot breath caressed his thighs. With a grunt of triumph the feline worked the knot loose with his sharp fangs, leaving a few holes that couldn't be helped, tugging the knotted and rolled cloth away, unwinding it from his lover's smooth hips, freeing his lower half, leaving him naked above and below now save for the fine choker around his throat. As he tossed the long cloth away, Rial grinned at the sight of his lover's arousal, the golden fleshed spike of flesh jutting up proudly and urgently, sleeker then his own, and more slender, but almost of the same length, with a magnificent pair of twin orbs of tender flesh below, in a darker shade of the pale amber yellow as the rest of his skin, naked and smooth, so exposed as Rial slid hs paw around them and squeezed gently.

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     The result was almost instantaneous as Cilian moaned shrilly and arched like a bow, gasping loudly, his erect length issuing a small dribble of musky, clear fluid from its tip as it twitched. The feline couldn't help himself as he leaned low and ran his nose along his lover's peaked sex, making the elf whimper, inhaling Cilian's sweet, tangy scent of lust, almost reminiscent of freshly cropped grass, gingerly running his tongue out and flicking it across the slowly drooling tip of his length, gathering the sweet and sharply scented fluid onto his tongue, letting it spread onto his palette with relish. Cilian groaned, arching and squirming helplessly at the sensation of his lover's long tongue caressing his maleness. His gasps were breathless as Rial licked the tip of his erection slowly, using his deft muzzle to suckle it gently, still rubbing his soft sac below, "Oh! Rial, Donnnn't! You'll make me cum!"

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     "You say that as if it's a bad thing my sweet." Rial smirked, looking up into his lover's ecstasy contorted face with a flush of his own lust, bending to his task once more and slowly taking the elf's erection into his muzzle, engulfing it into his hot, wet maw, and sucking it softly at first. He let his muzzle and tongue coat his lover's jutting length in their mingled fluids, getting it nicely slick, making it slide as easily as silk in and out between his lips, bobbing his auburn maned head slowly, then quicker, his paw kneading Cilian's tightening testicles gently. The elf's hips bucked softly of their own accord, thrusting upward to meet Rial's sucking muzzle in gentle but wild and needy gyrations.

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     The feline sucked harder, taking his lover's sleek length farther and harder till Cilian's erection was nearly sliding in to it's root, making the elf moan and pant sharply, his hands clenched above him as he arched taut, his maleness issuing longer, thicker spurts of his sweet pre-seed as he raged closer and closer to the edge, his body tensing, fluttering on the cusp. Rial urged him over as he squeezed his elven lover's tightening sac, plunging his muzzle down all the way, then bobbing his head harder, feeling Cilian's fluttering muscles abruptly go taut as the elf arched hard, his teeth clenched to muffle his scream of bliss as his eyes rolled up white for an instant before his length jerked between the feline's lips hard, then erupted into bursts of tangy, milky white fluid.

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     The writhing elf moaned and gasped raggedly as his silky essence flooded his feline lover's muzzle, making him swallow greedily, panting through his nose as he sucked hard, milking Cilian's twitching length, squeezing his tight sac till the elf's body had no more to give readily. He slowly pulled his muzzle back, squeezing Cilian's maleness, making sure it didn't go slack as he reached lazily up to the head of the bed and jerked the knot free from the scarf holding the elf captive, unwinding it delicately from around Cilian's wrists as the panting golden elf relaxed back into a heap, his head swimming.

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     Rial grinned, licking his lips as Cilian heaved himself up with an effort and groaned, his body still tingling and warm as he twitched softly, biting his lip, "You're horrible, tying me down and molesting me like that!"

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     The feline laughed gently, using a finger to tap the elf's still erect length, "Seems you enjoyed it regardless."

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     The pouting elf pushed himself against Rial, muttering lamely as he pressed into the feline's softly furred, warm body, feeling his soft pelt caress his own smooth golden skin. His hips pressed into Rial, finding the feline's own erect length, moaning gently as he bucked his slim hips, making his own maleness grind against Rial's, getting it sticky and wet from their mingled fluids. The feline chuckled, running his paws up and down Cilian's body as they rubbed and pressed together, "Oh, it's a joust you're looking for?"

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     The golden elf shook his head, blushing along his ears and cheeks, "No, not a joust, but your lance plays no small part of my desire."

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     The slender elf ran his hands up and down over Rial's softly but thickly furred chest, plunging his fingers into the dense ruffle of cream coloured fur that topped the feline's breastbone, still moving himself slowly up and down. He moaned as Rial caressed his sides and hips, feeling the gentle glide of the feline's blunt claws along his skin, making him shiver. The feline slid a paw down and cupped his golden elf lover's smooth, softly curved rump, squeezing gently and rubbing, making Cilian moan. Rial raised his paw and brought it down against his lover's backside with a gentle flick of his wrist, his warm, living leather paw pad issuing a tiny crack of skin on skin, resulting in the golden elf arching with a tiny shrill of surprise.

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     Cilian grunted, baring his pearly teeth in a snarl as he dipped his head and bit his feline lover on the shoulder, trying to ignore the tickle of the feline's fur on his face, hearing Rial rumble, "You know biting is considered foreplay with some feline tribes."

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     "Not yours." Cilian countered lamely, gasping when Rial took advantage of his skull's position and seized the elf's long, pointed ear in his muzzle, sucking on it. The elf shivered, arching into Rial as his long, elegant hands fondled and manipulated the feline's crotch wantonly, stroking him to breath-taking hardness. Cilian felt the feline's maleness drooling a bit, rubbing the smooth, crystal liquid down over his shaft and milking him for more. Rial rumbled headily, "You seem quite taken with that my love, perhaps you'd like to prepare it for further enjoyment?"

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     "Yesss..." The elf was giddy at the prospect of doing anything, as he had enjoyed his first sweet release lashed to the bed, fairly leaping upon his aroused feline lover and crouching between his spread thighs, lowering his pretty face to Rial's twitching erection as the feline gently bundled his straw coloured ponytail to the nape of his neck to prevent it obstructing his view. Cilian bent to his task with a relish, inhaling the sweet, tangy scent of the feline's erection, a feeling of bliss overtaking him as he opened his lips and wrapped them around Rial, hearing the feline rumble and grunt softly.

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     "You elven folk have such skilled mouths..." Rial hissed softly as he laid back, relishing the soft, warm, wet expanse of his lover's tongue and mouth on his length, the elf sucking him hungrily, taking him quickly all the way down and back up before swirling that skilled, smooth tongue around and around his glans, prodding the tiny hole that issued the feline's pre-semen in copious amounts when he was roused high enough. Rial tried not to buck his hips as his body strained to take control, his thighs twitching in need, making him arch and grip his lover's tender nape and sweet corn hued hair a bit tighter, his chest and belly being thrown into relief as he tensed.

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     Cilian's hand teased the feline's swollen testicles, feeling them roll and shift gently to his touch, pulling tight and relaxing as he kneaded them, bobbing his head up and down harder, taking Rial's slightly thick erection farther and harder, holding his breath for a bare moment as he plunged his head down and took the feline's length to the root. The effect was spectacular as Rial groaned, shivering from his ears to the tip of his tail as he bit his lip, trying desperately not to loose his bolt right then and there, his muscles clenching tightly. As Cilian drew back, panting softly from his nose he coo-ed at the coious squirt of pre-cum that splashed along his tongue, sucking more greedily from Rial's tense, throbbing shaft, squeezing him.

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     The feline panted raggedly, teetering back and forth on the edge of orgasm as he rumbled, "I do believe it's ready enough for you my love, to have a seat, if you so wish."

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     The slender golden elf pulled back almost hesitantly, gazing down at the twitching erection in his hand, smeared with the mingling fluids of his own mouth and the feline's body, grinning softly as he nodded, giving Rial just enough time for his quasi-orgasm to subside enough to cease twitching, arching his hips in readiness for his elven lover. Cilian slowly straddled his feline lover's hips, scooting up in mock shyness till he was seated astride the feline's waist, looking down at him and wriggling his smooth backside down just enough that the feline's maleness was settled between the warm, smooth, flawless cheeks of his rump, it's tip tapping the base of his spine as he moved. Rial slid his paws along Cilian's hips, gently helping him, lifting and letting the elf position his throbbing length with his own slender digits, the elf biting his lip as he leaned forward and scooted back more, whimpering at the feeling of that tapering tip hitting the sweet spot and he pushed, pressing back eagerly.

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     They both groaned in tandem as Cilian's slender body gradually spread itself around Rial's sleek erection, the tension of that first thrust hanging in the air, the first subtle prodding of discomfort flaring for an instant as the elf's body resisted that intrusion for a moment, then with a jar and a sigh, his muscles parting smoothly, allowing his lover's length to slip within him. Cilian groaned, his breath hitching as the sweet, sharp pang of pain turned into an uncomfortable aching sensation mixed with pleasure at his lover's body melding slowly into his own. He whimpered gently, holding his breath as Rial guided him down gently, the elf throwing his head back a bit as he finally came to rest flush in the feline's lap, panting openly as his body frantically adjusted itself and relaxed, turning the discomforting pangs into a nagging full sensation within his body.

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     He relished the feeling of his strong lover's sex within him, shivering as he gingerly moved his hips, adjusting and flexing his internal muscles around that breathtaking length impaling him so exquisitely, the focal point where their two bodies became one, imparting the blessings of both giddying pleasure and the natural order of discomfort of the flesh till one smothered the other, leaving only the passion of their mixing. Cilian released his lip, tasting a soft copper tang as he slowly leaned back, taking Rial's length as far as he could, feeling it swollen and hot within him, gently rocking his hips to relax. The elf coo-ed softly, resting and rubbing his hands up and down the thick swaths of fur on his feline lover's chest and belly, feeling that hot, tense anatomy beneath him, almost radiating bliss as they began to move in tandem.

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     The long years of their pairing and indulgence in the carnal aspects of delight had given them both an almost perfect knowledge of one another's bodies, knowing them every inch and curve, Rial knowing exactly when his lover had expended enough time relaxing before he could begin to move and thrust against him, arching and rocking his hips in tandem with the elf's curved waist gyrating. Cilian bounced gently over his lean feline lover, rocking his hips, meeting his motions, thrusting against one another into a gentle, steady rhythm. He could feel Rial's warm, strong paws roaming his body, caressing his smooth golden skin, tweaking and fondling as he moved them all over his body, playing with his pert nipples, running his blunted claw tips along his gentle curves, then cupping his backside, squeezing it.

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     The elf slowly leaned into his lover's body, lowering his head to kiss him, trading their tongues back and forth, running them across one another's teeth and lips, their thrusts slowly gaining in intensity till they were clashing their bodies with a passionate lust. Rial panted and grunted as he drove himself into his lover's body with tense, forceful bucks, his length sliding in and out easily save for when the elf showed off his exquisite muscle control and clenched down like a slippery fist, slowing their thrusting and drawing the feline to the edge over and over before relaxing around him in merciless teasing. In retaliation the feline brought his own between them and started to stroke Cilian tightly, making the elf squirm and gasp, panting softly. The elf's length left warm, damp furrows in the feline's fur where his erection plowed into his thick pelt along his belly and chest, breathlessly rocking himself between the feline's grip and his impaling maleness with him,

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     Cilian pressed himself into Rial, panting heatedly as he shivered and bucked, his body fluttering around the feline's erection, squeezing it and clenching tightly as he was urged to the brink along with Rial. The feline's testicles were tight now, slapping up against Cilian's flawless, warm skin as they coupled eagerly, hungrily taking in one another's grunts and pantings of pleasure and bliss, their breathing rising and falling to a peak as they arched hard up into one another, Cilian's eyes rolling a bit as he shrilled the feline's name, "Rial! I'm going to...!"

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     "I as well my love... Let it outttt...!"

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     Rial hissed, growling as he twitched, his body shivering with little jerking throbs, rumbling deeply in his throat as he opened his muzzle and took Cilian's throat gently between his jaws, his hot breath washing over the elf's flushing skin and making the pointed eared male whimper loudly, moaning at the embrace as he clenched like a vice around his lover and his own maleness twitched once more and erupted onto Rial's damp pelt, coating both their bellies and chests in silky white jets of seed. As the elf orgasmed hard his body clenched and fluttered, making Rial buck hard on reflex and arching like a bow, gripping the elf's lower back with his free paw and pulling them both immovably together as he went off like a cannon within Cilian's body, his swollen sex emptying itself in rushing bursts of his feline essence.

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     Rial clutched his elven lover to him tightly, his fingers pressing into Cilian's golden skin, leaving welts that would raise later, making the elf cry out, clenching his muscles tightly as he felt the rush of primal heat within him, the bursts of his lover's seed filling him to the core, milking Rial as tightly as he could as they ground against one another. As his hips relaxed Rial slowly released Cilian's throat, allowing his head to crash back into the cushions, muzzle adjar as he panted raggedly, feeling Cilain collapse down against him as they shivered, basking in the warmth and intensity of their afterglow, just laying limply against one another, panting. Both their mingled bodies were flushed and damp with sweat, the room reeking of their congress and their musk, the heady aroma flitting on the draught from the door and window, whisking their essence out into the night air, no doubt to tantalize some unwary passer-by.

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     At length Cilian lifted his dizzy head, pressing his face into the side of Rial's throat and muzzle, coo-ing and mumbling contently to himself in a singsong elvish tone. The feline smiled and stroked his elven lover's hair, rubbing his back and sides gently, not moving to dislodging himself from Cilian's body, knowing the elf would object loudly if he tried to remove himself other than when his own body relaxed enough to do the job itself. He licked his lover's cheek and ear slowly, purring deeply in his chest as he basked with Cilian, "My gods, I'm reminded why I love you so much my dear."

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     "Mmm, you flatterer. But I love you in return my strong feline."

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     Rial nodded, stroking Cilian's ears, "For that I'm glad my heart. Perhaps I shall change my kin's minds about taking elven brides at last."

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     The coupling had loosened the feline's tongue as Cilian's bright eyes widened, "Take me as your bride? You've never shown an interest in nuptials before my love."

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     "Well, perhaps it's high time I did my sweet. Then we could continue our consummation indefinitely."

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     Cilian giggled softly, "Oh, I see how it is, you talk bonding only for the copious amounts of sexual congress we already enjoy. Sly one you."

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     "Oh shush, or I shall spank you again."

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     The feline grinned as he moved his hips gently, making his golden skinned lover squeak and blush, "Again? You're as insatiable as an elf. Perhaps you are one with fur."

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     "The irony never eludes me. Now hush and moan some more for me my love."

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