Chapter 7
Lord Avhonari moved down the hall toward Z’sharan’s door. It was mid-morning, and Traggen still wasn’t up. Not a surprise. His nephew would have spent half the night carousing with whichever of the male servants that he’d talked into his bed. He’d left Z’sharan to sleep since the wereleopard had spent much of the night out in the garden. But he thought that he would wake his guest so that they could eat breakfast together. He didn’t have to worry about Traggen; his nephew always ate breakfast in bed. He was too lazy to want to get up and actually come to the breakfast table.
He arrived at Z’sharan’s door. He started to knock, but some impulse made him stop and simply open the door instead. He stepped into the bedchamber, and saw immediately that the bed was empty. Startled and concerned, he started to leave to go have the garden searched. But then he spotted the clothes lying on the chest at the end of the bed, the clothes that Z’sharan had been wearing last night when he’d gone out. So if they were here, shouldn’t the wereleopard be as well?
Lord Avhonari moved around the bed and saw the slim figure curled up on the windowseat. Z’sharan was naked, his pale body displayed for the human nobleman’s eyes. He was so beautiful, Lord Avhonari thought rather breathlessly. He just stood there and stared, his mouth going rather dry. His body stirred, becoming aroused. How he wanted to touch that pale skin once more, to run his hands over its perfection as he marveled at the exquisite creature that graced his home. But he didn’t move. He had to control his urges and himself.
Something made Z’sharan wake up. A smell…he sniffed as his golden eyes opened. He saw Lord Avhonari standing nearby, staring down at him. The human was very still, but the scent coming from him was distinctive and clear. Arousal. Desire. The human was sexually excited just from looking at him. Z’sharan drew in a sharp breath as his own body began to respond in turn. He thought of all the reasons it would be a bad idea to mate with this human, but in the face of the human’s desire (and also in all of Lord Avhonari’s many kindnesses), those reasons didn’t seem to matter much.
Lord Avhonari knew that he should speak, but he seemed to be having a hard time saying anything. Z’sharan sat up, the golden eyes fixed on his face. The wereleopard stood up, unashamed and as graceful as a song, and it was then that the human saw that Z’sharan was as aroused as he was. The pretty cock that he’d lusted after on first sight of it in his study was erect, standing up between the wereleopard’s thighs as he began to pace toward Lord Avhonari.
Z’sharan’s eyes had locked with his. The wereleopard’s gaze was intense and darkening, and Lord Avhonari shuddered faintly. The air in the bed chamber had become charged and heavy. Z’sharan’s mouth opened slightly, and his tongue flicked out to lightly trace over his plump lower lip. It was the most startlingly erotic gesture that the human nobleman had ever seen. He wondered what he should do, but Z’sharan took the initiative. He walked up to Lord Avhonari and reached out to set his hand on the human’s chest. “You wish to mate with me,” he said throatily.
He could not deny it, and doing so would be futile anyway because he knew how sharp Z’sharan’s nose was. He simply nodded. The wereleopard looked faintly pleased. “I knew it,” he remarked, his small hand seeming to burn Lord Avhonari’s skin right through the fabric of his robes. “I could smell it before. But you were holding back.”
“Yes,” Lord Avhonari replied. “I was. I thought it not wise to give in to my feelings for you, as you will be returning to your own people soon. If I come to care for you in any way it will be difficult for me to let you go. But I must, I know that. You don’t belong here among humans. You wouldn’t be happy here. So I tried to hold myself back.”
Z’sharan considered his words. “I know,” he began at last, “That it would not be wise for us to mate. But sometimes wisdom must be overlooked in favor of…other things. I wish to mate with you as well, Lord Avhonari. Perhaps we could find pleasure together.”
“I would very much like that,” he replied rather hoarsely. Then he reached out and set his hands on that lovely pale skin just as he’d wanted to, sliding his fingers over it reverently. Those burning golden eyes met his again, and he bent his head to close his mouth over the wereleopard’s.
Z’sharan made an odd sound as Lord Avhonari’s mouth touched his. He pulled back, his eyes startled. The human nobleman frowned a bit. “Z’sharan? What’s wrong?” he asked.
Z’sharan reached up to touch his mouth. “Why did you do that?” he asked in puzzlement.
“Do what? Kiss you?” the human said.
“Is that what mouth touching is called?” Z’sharan said, still touching his lips with his fingertips.
“Yes. It is something that humans do,” Lord Avhonari explained. “It is part of our mating rituals. I’m sorry; I should have thought about the fact that your people might not kiss.”
“Hmm,” the Wereleopard licked at his lips. “It was strange, but not bad. Will you do it again?” he asked.
Lord Avhonari was agreeable to this suggestion. He bent his head again, although this time the kiss was more gentle and careful. He wanted to show Z’sharan just how pleasurable that kissing could be. The wereleopard made a small sound, pressing his naked body uninhibitedly against Lord Avhonari’s. The human’s hands drifted down a pale back, caressing and stroking. He coaxed the wereleopard’s lips apart, licking at Z’sharan’s bottom lip with his tongue.
Z’sharan moaned in the back of his throat, standing on tiptoe as he learned all about this strange but wonderful thing called kissing. Lord Avhonari’s tongue drifted into his mouth slowly, sweetly, finding his own and curling around it. He liked this! It amazed him that humans had such an interesting custom that his people knew nothing about. His own arms moved around and clutched at the back of Lord Avhonari’s robes.
Lord Avhonari could have done this all day. But their little lip lock was interrupted when he heard a loud snort form the open doorway. “Well, Uncle, it seems that you and your little foreign scholar are doing more than working with dusty scrolls,” Traggen’s voice drawled.
Lord Avhonari lifted his mouth from Z’sharan’s, turning his head to see his nephew lounging in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. He had a cynical look on his face. Traggen lifted a single eyebrow. “I didn’t know that you had it in you, Uncle Avhonari,” he said. “I must say, I’m impressed,” he eyed Z’sharan’s nakedness as he said this.
Lord Avhonari stepped in front of the naked wereleopard to hide him from Traggen’s eyes. “What are you doing here, Traggen?” he asked sharply, giving his nephew an icy stare.
“I just thought that I’d come and ask if Z’sharan wanted to have breakfast with me,” he said. “But I see he’s too busy for that.”
“This is none of your business,” Lord Avhonari rebuked him.
Traggen sniffed. “I suppose not. I’m just surprised that Z’sharan would prefer someone as stuffy and overbearing as you, Uncle Avhonari.”
The human nobleman distinctly heard a small growl trickling from the throat of the man standing behind him. While it pleased him that Z’sharan didn’t like the way that Traggen was speaking about him, he also couldn’t allow his nephew to hear that sound. If Traggen realized that Z’sharan wasn’t quite human, he’d promptly turn him in to the king out of spite. So he said more loudly, and in a commanding tone of voice: “Traggen, you are not wanted here. Please go while Z’sharan gets dressed. I will see you at breakfast,” he added imperiously.
His nephew stiffened at his tone, but even he knew when to push his luck and when not to. Lord Avhonari could send him home, and he’d have to go whether he liked it or not. If he wanted to stay, he had to at least pretend to be civil and obedient. So he straightened up with a rather ugly look at his relative. “Of course, Uncle,” he said. “I’ll just be going,” he walked away, outrage in the lines of his body.
Lord Avhonari sighed. Traggen was going to be trouble, now more than ever. He should just send the boy home, but if he did Traggen would never forgive him. Nor would his sister, who would nag and chide him until he went completely insane. He’d simply have to let Traggen stay, and hope that his nephew didn’t figure out about Z’sharan’s nature.
“I’m sorry about that,” Lord Avhonari said wryly as he turned back to Z’sharan. “My nephew can be impossible.”
The wereleopard blinked up at him. “Shall we mate now?” he asked innocently.
It was Lord Avhonari’s turn to blink. “Err…I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”
Z’sharan’s head cocked slightly to the side. “Why not?”
The nobleman stared down at the wereleopard. Why not? His brain echoed. His nephew already thought that they were coupling anyway, and that little surprise had taught him not to leave the door open…Oh, Hells, who was he trying to convince? He knew what he wanted. He turned and went over to shut and lock the door. Now they wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone else. He noticed distantly that his hands were shaking a little. His mouth was rather dry as he turned back to Z’sharan, who stood there waiting unashamedly naked. He was very beautiful. He thought of the glorious leopard that Z’sharan could transform into.
The wereleopard padded barefoot over the floor toward him. “You will show me more of this kissing?” he asked hopefully.
“Of course,” Lord Avhonari replied, a tad hoarsely.
Z’sharan made a small, satisfied sound in the back of his throat as the human nobleman set his hands on those bare shoulders and drew him close once more. He bent his head so that their mouths could meet again. Z’sharan participated eagerly, although his kiss was awkward. Lord Avhonari was happy to show him another use for his tongue, reveling in the spicy-sweet taste of Z’sharan’s mouth. His hands slid down that bare back to grasp and gently knead the pair of tight buttocks that he’d admired in his study. Z’sharan mewled like a kitten into his mouth, and pressed even closer to him.
Lord Avhonari finally pulled back so that they could both breathe. Z’sharan was flushed and panting, the golden eyes languid. He groaned. “You are amazingly attractive,” he said.
Z’sharan considered this. Then he reached out and tugged impatiently at the robes that the human nobleman was wearing. “Take these off,” he growled softly, something of the animal suddenly in his voice.
Desire coursed thick and heavy through his veins as Lord Avhonari reached up to begin unfastening his robes. He undid his belt and let it fall to the floor, followed by the robes themselves. They pooled at his feet as Z’sharan looked at his naked body. He wasn’t worried; while he was a scholar and a politician, Lord Avhonari still found time to do physical skills that kept him in fair shape. While he wasn’t bulging with muscle, his body was tight and his belly was flat. Z’sharan reached out a clawed finger to run it lightly down the trail of hair that started at his nipples and ran down his belly to merge with his pubic hair. He sucked in a deep breath, his skin shivering a bit under that touch.
Z’sharan looked down at the handsome organ standing up between Lord Avhonari’s thighs. He curled his small hand around it, which made the human gasp a bit. “We are the same,” he noted huskily. “Here.”
“Yes,” Lord Avhonari said, gritting his teeth as that small hand stroked him lightly. “Z’sharan. Have you ever had a male lover?”
Z’sharan paused in his exploration. “Yes,” he replied simply. “Male and female both. Among my people, we couple with whomever we please, until it is time to take a mate and have cubs. Although if two males decide to mate they can adopt orphan cubs if they wish. I would sometimes couple with an unmated person in the villages I went to during my apprenticeship, usually for only one night before I moved on. For pleasure only, of course.”
Interested, Lord Avhonari forgot everything else for a moment as his scholarly curiosity came to the fore. “If you couple with females, how do you ensure that they don’t have cubs?” he asked.
Z’sharan shook his head. “Our females only come into heat four times a year. While they can derive pleasure from an ordinarily coupling, they cannot bear cubs unless they are in heat. We simply avoid coupling with them during their heat until we have mated with them and intend to be the sire of their cubs.”
“Fascinating,” Lord Avhonari said, then forgot his curiosity because the hand on his cock had slid down to find and cup his balls instead.
Z’sharan leaned forward and lapped at his chest with that pink tongue. It was slightly rough, and he might have complained except the slight bit of pain along with the pleasure was exciting to him. And when it found one of his nipples…he groaned as it flicked and laved over the rucked nub. Lord Avhonari let his hands slide over all of the silky skin that he could reach, marveling at the feel of it. He pushed Z’sharan gently away, and when the wereleopard would have protested he knelt down reverently in front of Z’sharan.
His hands spanned the slim waist, and he kissed the smooth belly. A faint shiver passed through the wereleopard’s body. He let his mouth drift lower, his breath stirring the spotted pubic hair. His hands slid around to cup that lovely ass once more, even as he closed his mouth over the pretty cock. He began to suckle at it, causing Z’sharan to cry out above his head. The taste was foreign but enticing. Fingers tangled in his long hair, the sharp nails cutting his scalp a little.
Lord Avhonari paused briefly in his enjoyment to put a finger in his mouth and cover it with moisture. He trailed his tongue over the pink tip of the pretty cock, even as that wet finger found the secretive entrance to Z’sharan’s body and pushed inward. The wereleopard mewled and arched his back, caught between sensations as Lord Avhonari’s long finger burrowed into him and the human nobleman’s mouth pleasured him at the same time. He shuddered, wanting to rub himself against every part of the human. To revel in his scent, to lick at his skin and taste its musk.
Finally he could take no more. He used his considerable strength to haul Lord Avhonari away from his cock, which surprised the human. He glanced up questioningly, and Z’sharan bared his fangs. His eyes were glowing with excitement. Lord Avhonari gasped in surprise when he was pounced upon by an excited wereleopard. Z’sharan bore him to the carpet and lay atop him, nuzzling at the human nobleman’s skin with his nose. He growled softly in the back of his throat, his claws prickling at the skin of Lord Avhonari’s chest and belly.
The human decided to lay still and see what happened. His curiosity was roused along with his desire. Z’sharan began to rub his body against Lord Avhonari’s sinuously, his warm skin leaving sparking trails of hot sensation. That slightly rough pink tongue licked at his neck and shoulders. Soft sounds came from his throat, including a purring sound that absolutely entranced him. Sharp teeth nipped at him here and there, and the claws traced his skin. “Z’sharan,” he groaned desperately.
“Mmm,” the wereleopard purred, biting at his collarbone. “You smell good,” he added happily.
Lord Avhonari was glad to hear that, although he wondered just what it was about his scent that Z’sharan liked so much. That writhing, wriggling form slid down his, the pink mouth busily finding all the nooks and crannies of his body that were particularly sensitive. When he reached the jutting cock, he rubbed his cheek against it before lapping at the tip. That was almost this side of pain, but by the Gods it also felt wonderful! He groaned as Z’sharan nibbled at his shaft delicately. The clawed fingers lifted his balls lightly, making him jerk. The purring sound intensified, vibrating through his manhood. Lord Avhonari heard himself making a mewling sound similar to the ones that Z’sharan had been, a sound he’d never made in his entire life.
Z’sharan writhed sinuously against his legs. Excited almost unbearably, the wereleopard slid upward. Lord Avhonari, realizing what he was doing, tried to protest. “Z’sharan…we need oil, something to smooth the way,” he groaned as the smaller man straddled his hips.
Laughter, sparkling and full of heat. Then he was sliding up into hot, oiled tightness. His eyes opened rather wide. What the…? Z’sharan grinned toothily down at him. He wriggled, making Lord Avhonari give forth a choked sound. “My people…” he said throatily, “Are not quite like yours. The males’ bodies secrete a special oil to make mating between them easier. It is said that a Spirit with a particular penchant for our males changed us so that it would be so, to make it easier for Him to copulate with his chosen lovers. Is it not good?” he asked, tightening his muscles around the rigid length buried inside of him deliberately.
“Yes,” the human choked, his body tense.
Z’sharan laughed again, softly, and began a sinuous writhing atop him. The clawed fingers lightly scored his chest, and his own fingers spasmed helplessly by his sides. This was…was…Too much! Too good! Z’sharan was so hot inside, and the natural oil that his body produced made it feel as though his penis were wrapped in a hot, wet piece of oiled silk. Gods, he was going to die! His teeth clenched as the wereleopard rode him gracefully, not only moving up-and-down but side-to-side and in near circles as well. He could feel darkness rising up in him, threatening to eat his consciousness. Everything that he was was cocnerntrated there at his loins, at the feeling of being buried in warmth and slick tightness that clenched around him to the point of pain but no further.
He distantly heard himself making choked, animal sounds as Z’sharan rose and fell on him. Suddenly, bright flares of pain as the wereleopard lost control enough that he scored Lord Avhonari’s skin with his claws. He cried out wordlessly, immediately thrown into a violent, thrashing orgasm. His body jerked, convulsing, as Z’sharan threw his head back and howled his own pleasure to the skies. His nearly colorless semen, with only a faint golden tinge, splashed out over Lord Avhonari’s prostrate body. Human and wereleopard were lost in pleasure, so much so that it was many minutes before either could move or think.
Z’sharan finally moved feebly atop him. Lord Avhonari’s eyes flickered open, seeing that the wereleopard was blinking up at him as Z’sharan rubbed his cheek against the human’s chest. “Coupling with humans is very nice,” Z’sharan rumbled contentedly.
“Yes,” Lord Avhonari replied hoarsely. “And coupling with your kind, Z’sharan, is the most astonishingly pleasurable thing that I have ever experienced.”
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Lord Avhonari moved down the hall toward Z’sharan’s door. It was mid-morning, and Traggen still wasn’t up. Not a surprise. His nephew would have spent half the night carousing with whichever of the male servants that he’d talked into his bed. He’d left Z’sharan to sleep since the wereleopard had spent much of the night out in the garden. But he thought that he would wake his guest so that they could eat breakfast together. He didn’t have to worry about Traggen; his nephew always ate breakfast in bed. He was too lazy to want to get up and actually come to the breakfast table.
He arrived at Z’sharan’s door. He started to knock, but some impulse made him stop and simply open the door instead. He stepped into the bedchamber, and saw immediately that the bed was empty. Startled and concerned, he started to leave to go have the garden searched. But then he spotted the clothes lying on the chest at the end of the bed, the clothes that Z’sharan had been wearing last night when he’d gone out. So if they were here, shouldn’t the wereleopard be as well?
Lord Avhonari moved around the bed and saw the slim figure curled up on the windowseat. Z’sharan was naked, his pale body displayed for the human nobleman’s eyes. He was so beautiful, Lord Avhonari thought rather breathlessly. He just stood there and stared, his mouth going rather dry. His body stirred, becoming aroused. How he wanted to touch that pale skin once more, to run his hands over its perfection as he marveled at the exquisite creature that graced his home. But he didn’t move. He had to control his urges and himself.
Something made Z’sharan wake up. A smell…he sniffed as his golden eyes opened. He saw Lord Avhonari standing nearby, staring down at him. The human was very still, but the scent coming from him was distinctive and clear. Arousal. Desire. The human was sexually excited just from looking at him. Z’sharan drew in a sharp breath as his own body began to respond in turn. He thought of all the reasons it would be a bad idea to mate with this human, but in the face of the human’s desire (and also in all of Lord Avhonari’s many kindnesses), those reasons didn’t seem to matter much.
Lord Avhonari knew that he should speak, but he seemed to be having a hard time saying anything. Z’sharan sat up, the golden eyes fixed on his face. The wereleopard stood up, unashamed and as graceful as a song, and it was then that the human saw that Z’sharan was as aroused as he was. The pretty cock that he’d lusted after on first sight of it in his study was erect, standing up between the wereleopard’s thighs as he began to pace toward Lord Avhonari.
Z’sharan’s eyes had locked with his. The wereleopard’s gaze was intense and darkening, and Lord Avhonari shuddered faintly. The air in the bed chamber had become charged and heavy. Z’sharan’s mouth opened slightly, and his tongue flicked out to lightly trace over his plump lower lip. It was the most startlingly erotic gesture that the human nobleman had ever seen. He wondered what he should do, but Z’sharan took the initiative. He walked up to Lord Avhonari and reached out to set his hand on the human’s chest. “You wish to mate with me,” he said throatily.
He could not deny it, and doing so would be futile anyway because he knew how sharp Z’sharan’s nose was. He simply nodded. The wereleopard looked faintly pleased. “I knew it,” he remarked, his small hand seeming to burn Lord Avhonari’s skin right through the fabric of his robes. “I could smell it before. But you were holding back.”
“Yes,” Lord Avhonari replied. “I was. I thought it not wise to give in to my feelings for you, as you will be returning to your own people soon. If I come to care for you in any way it will be difficult for me to let you go. But I must, I know that. You don’t belong here among humans. You wouldn’t be happy here. So I tried to hold myself back.”
Z’sharan considered his words. “I know,” he began at last, “That it would not be wise for us to mate. But sometimes wisdom must be overlooked in favor of…other things. I wish to mate with you as well, Lord Avhonari. Perhaps we could find pleasure together.”
“I would very much like that,” he replied rather hoarsely. Then he reached out and set his hands on that lovely pale skin just as he’d wanted to, sliding his fingers over it reverently. Those burning golden eyes met his again, and he bent his head to close his mouth over the wereleopard’s.
Z’sharan made an odd sound as Lord Avhonari’s mouth touched his. He pulled back, his eyes startled. The human nobleman frowned a bit. “Z’sharan? What’s wrong?” he asked.
Z’sharan reached up to touch his mouth. “Why did you do that?” he asked in puzzlement.
“Do what? Kiss you?” the human said.
“Is that what mouth touching is called?” Z’sharan said, still touching his lips with his fingertips.
“Yes. It is something that humans do,” Lord Avhonari explained. “It is part of our mating rituals. I’m sorry; I should have thought about the fact that your people might not kiss.”
“Hmm,” the Wereleopard licked at his lips. “It was strange, but not bad. Will you do it again?” he asked.
Lord Avhonari was agreeable to this suggestion. He bent his head again, although this time the kiss was more gentle and careful. He wanted to show Z’sharan just how pleasurable that kissing could be. The wereleopard made a small sound, pressing his naked body uninhibitedly against Lord Avhonari’s. The human’s hands drifted down a pale back, caressing and stroking. He coaxed the wereleopard’s lips apart, licking at Z’sharan’s bottom lip with his tongue.
Z’sharan moaned in the back of his throat, standing on tiptoe as he learned all about this strange but wonderful thing called kissing. Lord Avhonari’s tongue drifted into his mouth slowly, sweetly, finding his own and curling around it. He liked this! It amazed him that humans had such an interesting custom that his people knew nothing about. His own arms moved around and clutched at the back of Lord Avhonari’s robes.
Lord Avhonari could have done this all day. But their little lip lock was interrupted when he heard a loud snort form the open doorway. “Well, Uncle, it seems that you and your little foreign scholar are doing more than working with dusty scrolls,” Traggen’s voice drawled.
Lord Avhonari lifted his mouth from Z’sharan’s, turning his head to see his nephew lounging in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest. He had a cynical look on his face. Traggen lifted a single eyebrow. “I didn’t know that you had it in you, Uncle Avhonari,” he said. “I must say, I’m impressed,” he eyed Z’sharan’s nakedness as he said this.
Lord Avhonari stepped in front of the naked wereleopard to hide him from Traggen’s eyes. “What are you doing here, Traggen?” he asked sharply, giving his nephew an icy stare.
“I just thought that I’d come and ask if Z’sharan wanted to have breakfast with me,” he said. “But I see he’s too busy for that.”
“This is none of your business,” Lord Avhonari rebuked him.
Traggen sniffed. “I suppose not. I’m just surprised that Z’sharan would prefer someone as stuffy and overbearing as you, Uncle Avhonari.”
The human nobleman distinctly heard a small growl trickling from the throat of the man standing behind him. While it pleased him that Z’sharan didn’t like the way that Traggen was speaking about him, he also couldn’t allow his nephew to hear that sound. If Traggen realized that Z’sharan wasn’t quite human, he’d promptly turn him in to the king out of spite. So he said more loudly, and in a commanding tone of voice: “Traggen, you are not wanted here. Please go while Z’sharan gets dressed. I will see you at breakfast,” he added imperiously.
His nephew stiffened at his tone, but even he knew when to push his luck and when not to. Lord Avhonari could send him home, and he’d have to go whether he liked it or not. If he wanted to stay, he had to at least pretend to be civil and obedient. So he straightened up with a rather ugly look at his relative. “Of course, Uncle,” he said. “I’ll just be going,” he walked away, outrage in the lines of his body.
Lord Avhonari sighed. Traggen was going to be trouble, now more than ever. He should just send the boy home, but if he did Traggen would never forgive him. Nor would his sister, who would nag and chide him until he went completely insane. He’d simply have to let Traggen stay, and hope that his nephew didn’t figure out about Z’sharan’s nature.
“I’m sorry about that,” Lord Avhonari said wryly as he turned back to Z’sharan. “My nephew can be impossible.”
The wereleopard blinked up at him. “Shall we mate now?” he asked innocently.
It was Lord Avhonari’s turn to blink. “Err…I’m not sure that would be a good idea.”
Z’sharan’s head cocked slightly to the side. “Why not?”
The nobleman stared down at the wereleopard. Why not? His brain echoed. His nephew already thought that they were coupling anyway, and that little surprise had taught him not to leave the door open…Oh, Hells, who was he trying to convince? He knew what he wanted. He turned and went over to shut and lock the door. Now they wouldn’t be disturbed by anyone else. He noticed distantly that his hands were shaking a little. His mouth was rather dry as he turned back to Z’sharan, who stood there waiting unashamedly naked. He was very beautiful. He thought of the glorious leopard that Z’sharan could transform into.
The wereleopard padded barefoot over the floor toward him. “You will show me more of this kissing?” he asked hopefully.
“Of course,” Lord Avhonari replied, a tad hoarsely.
Z’sharan made a small, satisfied sound in the back of his throat as the human nobleman set his hands on those bare shoulders and drew him close once more. He bent his head so that their mouths could meet again. Z’sharan participated eagerly, although his kiss was awkward. Lord Avhonari was happy to show him another use for his tongue, reveling in the spicy-sweet taste of Z’sharan’s mouth. His hands slid down that bare back to grasp and gently knead the pair of tight buttocks that he’d admired in his study. Z’sharan mewled like a kitten into his mouth, and pressed even closer to him.
Lord Avhonari finally pulled back so that they could both breathe. Z’sharan was flushed and panting, the golden eyes languid. He groaned. “You are amazingly attractive,” he said.
Z’sharan considered this. Then he reached out and tugged impatiently at the robes that the human nobleman was wearing. “Take these off,” he growled softly, something of the animal suddenly in his voice.
Desire coursed thick and heavy through his veins as Lord Avhonari reached up to begin unfastening his robes. He undid his belt and let it fall to the floor, followed by the robes themselves. They pooled at his feet as Z’sharan looked at his naked body. He wasn’t worried; while he was a scholar and a politician, Lord Avhonari still found time to do physical skills that kept him in fair shape. While he wasn’t bulging with muscle, his body was tight and his belly was flat. Z’sharan reached out a clawed finger to run it lightly down the trail of hair that started at his nipples and ran down his belly to merge with his pubic hair. He sucked in a deep breath, his skin shivering a bit under that touch.
Z’sharan looked down at the handsome organ standing up between Lord Avhonari’s thighs. He curled his small hand around it, which made the human gasp a bit. “We are the same,” he noted huskily. “Here.”
“Yes,” Lord Avhonari said, gritting his teeth as that small hand stroked him lightly. “Z’sharan. Have you ever had a male lover?”
Z’sharan paused in his exploration. “Yes,” he replied simply. “Male and female both. Among my people, we couple with whomever we please, until it is time to take a mate and have cubs. Although if two males decide to mate they can adopt orphan cubs if they wish. I would sometimes couple with an unmated person in the villages I went to during my apprenticeship, usually for only one night before I moved on. For pleasure only, of course.”
Interested, Lord Avhonari forgot everything else for a moment as his scholarly curiosity came to the fore. “If you couple with females, how do you ensure that they don’t have cubs?” he asked.
Z’sharan shook his head. “Our females only come into heat four times a year. While they can derive pleasure from an ordinarily coupling, they cannot bear cubs unless they are in heat. We simply avoid coupling with them during their heat until we have mated with them and intend to be the sire of their cubs.”
“Fascinating,” Lord Avhonari said, then forgot his curiosity because the hand on his cock had slid down to find and cup his balls instead.
Z’sharan leaned forward and lapped at his chest with that pink tongue. It was slightly rough, and he might have complained except the slight bit of pain along with the pleasure was exciting to him. And when it found one of his nipples…he groaned as it flicked and laved over the rucked nub. Lord Avhonari let his hands slide over all of the silky skin that he could reach, marveling at the feel of it. He pushed Z’sharan gently away, and when the wereleopard would have protested he knelt down reverently in front of Z’sharan.
His hands spanned the slim waist, and he kissed the smooth belly. A faint shiver passed through the wereleopard’s body. He let his mouth drift lower, his breath stirring the spotted pubic hair. His hands slid around to cup that lovely ass once more, even as he closed his mouth over the pretty cock. He began to suckle at it, causing Z’sharan to cry out above his head. The taste was foreign but enticing. Fingers tangled in his long hair, the sharp nails cutting his scalp a little.
Lord Avhonari paused briefly in his enjoyment to put a finger in his mouth and cover it with moisture. He trailed his tongue over the pink tip of the pretty cock, even as that wet finger found the secretive entrance to Z’sharan’s body and pushed inward. The wereleopard mewled and arched his back, caught between sensations as Lord Avhonari’s long finger burrowed into him and the human nobleman’s mouth pleasured him at the same time. He shuddered, wanting to rub himself against every part of the human. To revel in his scent, to lick at his skin and taste its musk.
Finally he could take no more. He used his considerable strength to haul Lord Avhonari away from his cock, which surprised the human. He glanced up questioningly, and Z’sharan bared his fangs. His eyes were glowing with excitement. Lord Avhonari gasped in surprise when he was pounced upon by an excited wereleopard. Z’sharan bore him to the carpet and lay atop him, nuzzling at the human nobleman’s skin with his nose. He growled softly in the back of his throat, his claws prickling at the skin of Lord Avhonari’s chest and belly.
The human decided to lay still and see what happened. His curiosity was roused along with his desire. Z’sharan began to rub his body against Lord Avhonari’s sinuously, his warm skin leaving sparking trails of hot sensation. That slightly rough pink tongue licked at his neck and shoulders. Soft sounds came from his throat, including a purring sound that absolutely entranced him. Sharp teeth nipped at him here and there, and the claws traced his skin. “Z’sharan,” he groaned desperately.
“Mmm,” the wereleopard purred, biting at his collarbone. “You smell good,” he added happily.
Lord Avhonari was glad to hear that, although he wondered just what it was about his scent that Z’sharan liked so much. That writhing, wriggling form slid down his, the pink mouth busily finding all the nooks and crannies of his body that were particularly sensitive. When he reached the jutting cock, he rubbed his cheek against it before lapping at the tip. That was almost this side of pain, but by the Gods it also felt wonderful! He groaned as Z’sharan nibbled at his shaft delicately. The clawed fingers lifted his balls lightly, making him jerk. The purring sound intensified, vibrating through his manhood. Lord Avhonari heard himself making a mewling sound similar to the ones that Z’sharan had been, a sound he’d never made in his entire life.
Z’sharan writhed sinuously against his legs. Excited almost unbearably, the wereleopard slid upward. Lord Avhonari, realizing what he was doing, tried to protest. “Z’sharan…we need oil, something to smooth the way,” he groaned as the smaller man straddled his hips.
Laughter, sparkling and full of heat. Then he was sliding up into hot, oiled tightness. His eyes opened rather wide. What the…? Z’sharan grinned toothily down at him. He wriggled, making Lord Avhonari give forth a choked sound. “My people…” he said throatily, “Are not quite like yours. The males’ bodies secrete a special oil to make mating between them easier. It is said that a Spirit with a particular penchant for our males changed us so that it would be so, to make it easier for Him to copulate with his chosen lovers. Is it not good?” he asked, tightening his muscles around the rigid length buried inside of him deliberately.
“Yes,” the human choked, his body tense.
Z’sharan laughed again, softly, and began a sinuous writhing atop him. The clawed fingers lightly scored his chest, and his own fingers spasmed helplessly by his sides. This was…was…Too much! Too good! Z’sharan was so hot inside, and the natural oil that his body produced made it feel as though his penis were wrapped in a hot, wet piece of oiled silk. Gods, he was going to die! His teeth clenched as the wereleopard rode him gracefully, not only moving up-and-down but side-to-side and in near circles as well. He could feel darkness rising up in him, threatening to eat his consciousness. Everything that he was was cocnerntrated there at his loins, at the feeling of being buried in warmth and slick tightness that clenched around him to the point of pain but no further.
He distantly heard himself making choked, animal sounds as Z’sharan rose and fell on him. Suddenly, bright flares of pain as the wereleopard lost control enough that he scored Lord Avhonari’s skin with his claws. He cried out wordlessly, immediately thrown into a violent, thrashing orgasm. His body jerked, convulsing, as Z’sharan threw his head back and howled his own pleasure to the skies. His nearly colorless semen, with only a faint golden tinge, splashed out over Lord Avhonari’s prostrate body. Human and wereleopard were lost in pleasure, so much so that it was many minutes before either could move or think.
Z’sharan finally moved feebly atop him. Lord Avhonari’s eyes flickered open, seeing that the wereleopard was blinking up at him as Z’sharan rubbed his cheek against the human’s chest. “Coupling with humans is very nice,” Z’sharan rumbled contentedly.
“Yes,” Lord Avhonari replied hoarsely. “And coupling with your kind, Z’sharan, is the most astonishingly pleasurable thing that I have ever experienced.”
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