Chapter 15

Maka did not think twice about the offer. Not when he rubbed his warm, purring body against her like a female in the throes of her first heat. It reminded her of the happiness they shared when their love was still young. Of all the care-free moments where she never imagined a life without her mate. 
She shot on her paws in an instant and quickly worked her head under his chin. Han licked her over the top of her head with a fond stroke of his tongue, their purrs overlapping with the song of the crickets as the two cougars started to walk briskly towards their home beneath the twinkling stars. 
Han entered the cavern first. He often looked behind, as if he worried that the cougar that followed in his footsteps might have changed her mind at the last moment. 
Maka harbored no such thoughts. From the moment the stone floor of the cave kissed the cold surface of her paw pads, she kept on following him deeper into the place she once called home. It was not courage that kept her braving through the choking darkness that bore so many recent  tragedies. She knew well how these very walls remained deaf to her pleas when the very cougar she followed claimed her body in the most ruthless of ways. Tormented her spirit with words so foul they pierced deeper than claws. Oh, the scent of that beast remained fresh in her nostrils. She caught it with every breath she took, an overabundance of fertile masculinity that poured from the tip of a cock that refused to remain completely sheathed. By all means, the obvious scent of his excitement should have turned her back. 
Yet the male that returned to her was not the monster that cursed her with so much suffering. He seemed different. Not unlike a cougar she once knew intimately. Han led her left, to the old den where she birthed Skan and Nita into the world. The place that ushered a new beginning for their family…
The male briefly inspected the crammed shelter. It was an old part of the cave; one that none of the cougars inhabited in a while. Sharp stalactites grew like needles from the wet ceiling like a hedgehog’s backside. The air was musky with the scent of the cloudy tears produced by the stone in the presence of heat. Han picked a dry place and started to swipe the ground clean with his tail.
“Han,” Maka tried to get his attention. Settled on her haunches, she had been waiting patiently for her mate to finish his duties. After his tail was coated in a thin layer of gray dust, Han shook it off vigorously at the edge of the chamber and returned back to the monotonous task, his eager paws quick to pick off whatever patches of grime resisted the fluffy touch of his tail. 
“I know,” Han raised his head a few minutes later, taking a few whiffs of the warm, stale air. “It’s not as comfortable as its successor, but in here you will be sheltered from the memories of…” His voice stammered. “of what happened that night.”
He brushed off his temporary weakness with a shake of his head, but he could not fully hide himself from the perceptive eyes of the vigilant female.
“Han,” Maka spoke to him softly as his paws carried him closer to her half-lidded eyes. “I have tried to put the past behind me. Whatever lingers in my mind is just a bad dream.”
“Is it?” The male asked her with a calm, controlled voice. “Dreams find ways to resurface. They seed your thoughts with doubt, only to attack when you are at your weakest. You remember how happy we were when our firstborn came into the world?”
Maka chuckled. She remembered that moment clear as day. Settled on her side against the very stone she now sat upon and fighting against the gruesome pains of feline labor, she pushed, pushed, pushed, until her little Skan left the warmth of her belly. Maka was quick to lick the soaked lump of meat clean. Oh, the joy of touching the fragile form of life that formed itself after her likeness throughout her long months of pregnancy made every jolt of pain worth the effort. 
“He was so silent…” Maka looked up at her mate. “And you were pacing around like a startled mink, worried he might be stillborn. Then, not even after I had the chance to catch my breath…”
“Skanita came,” Han closed the distance and bumped his head against hers. The warmth of his breath had Maka close her eyes in reflex. The coldness of his nose was a pleasant contrast to the heat of his breath, and the purr that had been waiting silently in the depths of her throat started to expand into a pleasant cacophony. Her mate used to spoil her like this so often…
“You’ve provided me with two treasures I can never hope to repay.” His warm tongue rolled its rough, pleasant barbs around her lips, catching gently onto her whiskers. “My cubs…our cubs…they are my life. I swore to myself that they will have a better future. Everything I did, I did for them.”
“I know…we both wanted the best for our cubs.”
“No,” Han took his tongue back inside his maw. “You don’t know, Maka. Not this time. Not after…”
The crystalline liquid that formed inside his eyes became so abundant that it fell down his muzzle, two long snakes that pelted the ground like the warm summer rain. Maka inched her nose forward to lick the suffering from her mate’s eyes, but Han was quicker, his strong forepaws wrapping around her back.
 “Everything I did wrong, I’ll make right.” He washed the warm pads of a paw through her fur, careful to avoid the clumped spikes around her wounds. The tips of the claws that inflicted such great harm upon her now carefully parted the strands of brown fur. “Let this be my promise to you, here, on the same ground our cubs were born.”
As touching as his words felt, Maka broke out of the cage of fur that entrapped her. She walked towards the exit, then peeked over her shoulder to look at the face of a male weighted by the sins of his past. 
“I might not be a huntress, Han, but I am not afraid to face my own demons.”
“They can rot in the darkness tonight. You remain with me.” The male walked around the crammed shelter to poke at the few stalagmites that jutted from the sides. “For all its dampness and sharp edges, this shelter has changed our lives. For better or worse, I cannot yet say, but It is only fitting that tonight, the place that birthed life becomes a beacon of rebirth.”
Maka started to believe more in him the longer he proved that his words had meaning. His devotion to clean the ground was exemplary. Han did two more passes before he dared to look upon her again.
“Approach, light of my life. Step inside this circle, and let my words be written upon the same stone you stand upon. Let its strength fortify your body, its warmth balm your spirit, and my scent take you back to a time when our family knew not the touch of strife. In here, you are safe…”
She liked to think so. Looking one last time into his eyes, Maka walked to her designated spot and dropped on her belly. The stone was indeed warmer than she expected, and exquisitely clean, just like all the things she cared for in the past years.
“Give me a moment please. Allow me to gaze upon the mother of my children. Everything they have, all that they are…I see it in you, Maka.” 
She closed her muzzle. Words no longer interested her when she felt his eyes ogle her from every angle. It reminded her of the young, stern male she met on that unexpected hunt. A male that could not stray away from her lithe body more than a couple of moments. He sniffed her now, his puffing breath climbing along her spine, slowing down around her head. Maka’s ears twitched, and her lips too trembled once Han settled on the left side of her muzzle.
“You’ve remained by my side when others would have abandoned me, offering support, affection…This muzzle might speak of things I do not always agree with. Opinions I do not often understand… yet it has never truly let me down.”
His mouth stopped producing words to unleash that wet, delightful tongue back upon her lips. “You washed away the darkness that had been eating me from the inside. With your help, I kept it at bay…then I chose to renegade you, and in my foolishness, found myself guided astray by sinful pride. I want you back, Maka, with all your qualities, all your defects, everything that you are.”
Soon after he spoke, he descended down her throat. Maka recoiled from his touch at first. Her wounded instincts fought hard to convince her that his fangs could still trap her in a seething grip. That she was better off abandoning the lost cause that was her mate. But she remained firmly rooted upon the stone to find his nuzzles soft and pleasing; very different from what her instincts led her to believe. 
“If only the river could sing as beautifully as you do…” Han licked her fondly across her reverberating throat.
“Mrrrrr…the rapids lack your careful touch…” Maka rumbled.
“It had not always been such.” A glisten appeared in his eyes. His teeth flashed for the briefest of moments before they entrapped her throat. 
“Do you remember this? The tips of my fangs pressing upon your windpipe, my saliva marking you as mine?”
Maka’s purring deepened. He knew her weak spots far too well. “I do not recall falling limp at your feet like a wounded stag. My needs back then extended far beyond the slickness of your tongue.”
“Needs made painfully clear to me by your raised tail and flooded pussy.” Han pinched her throat with a harder grip that quickly lost its strength. “But it was your open, defenseless throat that had me pounce you. You made yourself appear weak to enrage the flow of my seed. Exposed your body to me knowing how much I enjoyed claiming what is mine.”
“One thrust…” Maka whispered. “That’s all you managed before you quit inside me.”
“Quit?”
“You heard that right. The strength you displayed was only a façade meant to impress a female that was yours from the moment she tasted the sweetness of your mouth.”
“Wrong. I did not quit. Merely poured myself wholly and eagerly into the only cougar that claimed my spirit.”
“As soon as you entered.” Maka joked.
Han sighed pleasantly at that. “If there is only a male strong enough to resist the touch of your lips…” he licked her fondly across her jaw. “For me, there was no way to hold back once I tasted your heat. I tried, Maka…and found myself ravaged by the love I found inside your slick, swollen depths.”
Maka swished her tail. She had to admit. The way he recounted their most memorable of matings stirred her in more than a few ways. He must have sensed something, for his next touch encouraged her to expose her belly to the wet embrace of the same loving tongue.
“You are precious to me, my mate. A treasure that I’ve been taking for granted all these years.”
His nose moved to sniff at one of her paws. “These pillows rested my head comfortably many times after we mated. They might not know the taste of a hunt as well as I do, but they have accompanied my children as they took their first steps into the world. Kept them safe while I was away.”
He enveloped one of her cold forepaws back into the delightfully wet realm of his mouth, and suckled on it for a whole minute before he spat it out. 
“Ah…” Han licked his whiskers once he came face to face with her other paw. “So many fond times happened at the tips of these paws. Are you as sensitive as I remember?”
Maka endured the first few licks with dignity, yet she could not hold herself back once Han took this other paw back into his mouth. Her pads barely had time to dry before they found themselves incarcerated in that heaven of moisture. The male knew perfectly well what a thorough groomer she was, and made sure to taunt her by cleaning every bit of her paw…including her claws. When he applied pressure on two of her fingers, Maka bit onto her other, free paw to stop the stream of memories from overtaking her. The heat of his seed, fresh upon her pads. His barbed tongue, feasting hungrily upon fur clumped together by thick strands of fertile juices. Maka provided more pleasure with her paws than she ever did with her tongue precisely because nothing could replace the softness of pads apart from one place.
A place that quivered and moistened with the heat of hot memories.
“Mrrraahhhh…Han…I’m…Han, please, you’re making me…”
The male immediately let go of her paw. Strands of wet saliva trailed down her steamy, juicy paw before she tucked it to her chest. With a knowing smile, Han worked his muzzle along the sea of fur that thickened towards her lower belly. He had no need to deflect the feeble paws that tried to stop him. Maka was too weak, too vulnerable to protect her defenseless pussy.
“Warm, soft…the perfect nest.” Han nuzzled her around the place where her womb rested, past the layers of flesh and fur his nose could touch. “This belly is the very reason why I am now blessed with two healthy children. Strong cougars who will soon build families of their own.”
Han unleashed a long sigh before he rested his head upon the white fur of her belly. “The very cradle of life in which my seed brewed for months. Who could have known that we would have twins? After so many tries, I was more than pleased with a single offspring…but you had other plans for me, my mate. You wanted to surprise me…as if fate itself poured from the heavens to fill your belly with overflowing life.”
Her aroused pussy clamped with eager shudders. His touch…so tender. His breath…so warm right now. Maka hissed through her tightly bared teeth. She wanted to tell him to slow down, but her crave was too great. She missed this far more than she realized when his crimson, loving eyes stared at her. “Most males would have been content planting their seed inside a fertile female. Not me. I have watched your belly bear the burden of life from one month into the next, swelling with the fruit of our union.”
Maka would have said something about the sensitive fruits he carried beneath his tail if the jitters allowed her a moment of reprieve. 
“As I filled your belly with my seed, so did you fill me with pride beyond words. Shame?” Han licked her belly. “There is no shame in allowing your provider to care for you. The heavier you became, the more I loved you, Maka. Though the fire dimmed after we had these fights, it never stopped burning inside my chest.”
A breathless, strained growl struggled past Maka’s bared teeth. His words felt like the wind passing around her ears: natural, familiar, but ethereal of meaning. 
His muzzle however had a much more obvious impact on her body. It found a weak spot at the base of her haunch and kept on massaging it. She could endure the gentle pokes, but not when they were paired with the warmest of licks. Trickles of her scent kept pouring out into the cavern ever since Han started to show, not just tell, how much he still appreciated her. Maka wanted to believe a part of him remembered the happiness of the past. That he still remained devoted to her in spite of all the things he said.
Nothing became clearer than from the moment Han tingled all of her sweet spots. After a few more licks on the wet part of her haunch, he went over her body all over again to tease the female into utter submission. By now her scent turned into a permeating haze that quickened his breath and coaxed his member out of hiding. Cloudy drops dripped from his flexing tip, the tint of his seed as rich as the swollen sack that hung from underneath his tail. 
Han never once made an attempt to pleasure himself. He focused fully on her even at the risk of suffering a sudden case of spontaneous ejaculation. It happened in the past that his need burned so bright he needed no tongue, paw, or cunt to release his pent-up frustration. Seed poured out of him in the same blissful way it did during any ordinary mating.
The cougar sniffed over a hind paw that quickly retreated out of the reach of his tongue. 
“C-close…” Maka warned him. “Han…you’re too close…”
With no words to answer for her warning, Han rolled his barbed tongue over the sensitive surface of her hind paw. For Maka, that was too much. In her trembling, aroused state, a single lick was all her eager pussy needed to unload all that pent-up heat. It clenched with a single, violent spasm that sent a sharp line of fluid in a splatter along the stone. Maka growled with bliss, her toes curling in a vain attempt to withstand the enormous pressure that prodded at the contents of her womb. She might not have been receptive right now, yet her instincts heated her belly in the presence of a male, preparing her to unleash the bounty of lust that had been building up inside her like the magma chamber of a volcano. 
Maka squirted a second time, then a third. The stone became slick with her juices, the air, a choking mist of unexpected passions. Han watched everything from the side with his wrinkled lips pulled up to reveal the entirety of his fangs. A hiss left his maw to accompany the emergence of two squirts of his own desire, his fluid less dense than his mate’s, yet rich enough in semen to bear a healthy pearlescent color. 
“I’m sorry,” Han said once his Flehmen response to the fertile ejaculate of his mate subsided. 
“Don’t be,” Maka mumbled tiredly. Her legs were spread far to the sides to fully expose the mounds that gushed the pool of fluid gathered underneath her soggy tail, and her head thrown back. Her pink, slavering tongue lolled to the side. She did not care for presentable looks. Not after such an intense, unexpected release. 
“No, Maka. I have grieved you. By bringing so much excitement upon your senses, I have unleashed a tide that washed the herbs away.”  
“You think…some chewed plants heal better than the very essence of life?”
“No…no…” he calmed her with a pair of soothing licks. “They only enhance what your body already produces. I will go and grab more from the ridge. Stay here. Sleep if you want to.”
With no energy left in her limbs to stop him, Maka grabbed the tip of his tail just as he turned to leave. Han immediately dropped on his belly to plant a fond lick over her cheek. “Something else that you need?”
“Your tongue…” Maka stammered. “I only need your tongue upon my lips, Han. Leave the herbs. Forget about these remedies. Remember the old days, when you spent hours with your nose between my legs?” She gave him a hopeful look filled with longing that melted him even further.
“I could never get enough of the honey that coursed from your blessed lips, my dear.”
“Then go,” Maka pushed his head back with a paw when he tried to kiss her. “Feast… in the same reckless ways you used to.”
Han picked himself up, walked a few steps to her rear end, then took a deep whiff from her heady scent. She could tell how much he enjoyed the bounty from the flicks of his tongue that kissed the air centimeters away from her crevice.
“What’s wrong?” 
“I feel such a fool, looking upon such sweet, delicate lips, lusting for them even after I marred you with undue cruelty. I am ashamed, Maka. There is nothing more beautiful about you than the very gates from which our cubs sprang forth, and I hurt them. I hurt you!” 
Maka ignored the urge to fight against him. “I know,” she said instead. “There is nothing we can do to alter the past. These wounds will heal in time if you are willing to let go of all of that darkness. Relinquish the burdens that spread us apart, and we can be mates again, Han. Live together with our cubs, like a family, the way you always wanted.”
The male chuckled at that. “It is a pleasant dream. One which seems unattainable every time I catch the scent of your blood inside my nostrils.”
“Not all wounds can be covered, or forgotten. If the pain of the past is still keeping you from forgiving yourself, then perhaps it is better to sweeten the bitterness with the taste of familiarity.” Maka spread her legs to the sides in invitation. “Have me, Han. I offer myself to you.”
“Still the same playful female that won my affections…goes to show that no matter how hard we try, some things can never change. Yet…we have both grown, Maka. I can never afford to be reckless with you ever again.” Han crouched down, his nose inching closer to the wetness that turned the female’s fur a shade darker around the fleshy, furless entrance of her moistened cunt.  
Maka’s breath shuddered with hot expectations. Hurt as she might have been, she could hardly oppose the blazing core of the incredible need that Han stirred with his soft touch and gentle words. She opened her trembling mouth to warn him again. One last shuddering plea before the slick tip of his tongue made contact with the entrance of her pussy. Her body tensed up. There was an initial burst of pain that caused her to stiffen, but after that surge passed, a tide of pleasure engulfed Maka in a cocoon of intense pleasure. The female handled two short licks before throwing her head back to moan out her unbridled lust. With only the barbless tip of his tongue, Han tasted the honey from her lips, each dab of his tongue against her rapidly clenching pussy stoking the fires that bristled her hair and tightened her chest. 
“Should I stop?” he pulled his head back for just a moment, his muzzle slick with pent-up juices. 
“No….don’t…” Maka cried weakly. “Feels…it feels so good. I never expected this to feel so good, so quick…”
“Pleasure is a natural response to pain. I should not take advantage of this heightened state of arousal to-“
“Please!” Maka scratched feebly at the air. “I need this, Han. Need your tongue inside me.”
She was delighted to feel the slick tip of his tongue return upon her puffy folds. With gentle laps, Han fed from her honey. Settled in a weird crouching position so that his barbed cock found nothing to rub against, the male throbbed and dripped with lust. His purring acquired deeper nuances, and, after less than a minute, his tongue became bolder; hungrier for the slicker contents of a female’s clenching tunnel. 
“Han…take it easier,” Maka hissed after his barbs scraped along the moistened fur that surrounded her sensitive pussy. 
The male’s response came in the form of a curt moan. Eyes shiny with lust, he pressed his nose into her pussy to take a deep breath from the bounty of scents that squirted out in the form of liquid lust, then lapped the fluid like a wolf in the midst of the mating season. Try as she might, Maka could not muster the physical or mental prowess to stop him. Legs spread far to the sides, she stretched herself as much as she could to let her mate pierce his way in. 
“Mrraaaaaarrhhhh.” Her desperate moan reverberated off the walls of the cramped cavern as his soft tongue penetrated its way deeper into her petite mating hole, much softer than his member had been. Whatever scratches his barbs left behind burned with pleasure, not pain, and Maka quickly found herself fighting to keep the pleasure of yet another orgasm from overwhelming her. 
This was how things should have been. Her, spread on the ground, with a dominant male claiming her as his own not with the intent to inflict pain, but to enjoy her as much as possible. 
“I’m…” Maka strained to speak over the splattering sounds of his tongue. “I’m close…I’m going to…”
Han’s reply was a swift thrust of his head. The shock made her muscles relax for one half of a second, enough for the male to push the flabby tip of his tongue as deep as he could into her pussy. 
Maka squeezed her eyes shut, crystalline tears of sexual bliss spilling onto the stone in the few seconds it took for her muscles to swell with sexual energy. During this temporary pause in her contractions, Han pushed his muzzle repeatedly against her entrance. The pressure exerted on her sweet spot coupled with the tongue trapped within her folds pushed Maka way over the edge. With a powerful heave, she pumped out a surge of thick, pheromone-leaden fluid against the male’s grazing teeth. 
Han growled.
She roared. 
And the two cougars lost themselves upon the tides of sexual bliss for the duration of the most intense sensation a cougar -be it male or female- could experience. Maka’s unsheathed claws sheared through the air, her eyes leaking with happiness in the same way the heat of her passions flooded Han’s muzzle through rapid squirts pumped from the depths of the same fertile belly he praised and loved mere moments ago. 
Maka felt his tongue retreat from her grasp during the throes of her passion. It was unclear as to when or why that happened. Only when her rational thoughts returned into her pleasure addled mind she realized that the smell of his musk was almost as intense as hers. 
The female tilted her head to the side. Ivory lines of small droplets led the way back to Han’s member, where a larger droplet clung stubbornly onto his tip. The fluid had the same pearl coloring and even greater consistency, though it was not the abundant presence of semen that startled her. It was the unnatural purple tint of his cock. She saw it maybe two times in her life, and never on her mate. She kept Han well satisfied, yet the same could not be said about other lonely cougars that preserved their seed for the right partner. Usually, these choices amounted only to mental fatigue, yet in a few rare cases they manifested as signs of sexual inactivity.
“Han…”
“Don’t,” the male whispered calmly. “I know what you want to say. This is my penance for allowing my lusts to cloud my judgment, and I happily embrace it.”
Though there was a certain amount of poetic justice in leaving him to bear the burdens of his sins, Maka felt too relaxed, too good to let him suffer. “Tend to your needs. Do it right here. It must have been several months since I last saw you pleasure yourself.”
“No. Tonight is all about you.” Han picked himself up. He licked his muzzle clean of her juices, barely paying attention to the fat droplet of fluids that parted with his cock. 
“But…your balls.” Maka’s eyes widened with concern. “Does it not bother you with the dull throbs you told me about?”
“Such frustration is a small price to pay for the happiness of my mate.” The male crouched again. Maka welcomed him eagerly in her embrace, dragging him against her chest until he crumbled on top of her.
“So what should we do now? Sleep? I hardly think we can with the smell of your seed infesting the whole place.”
“My seed?” He batted her with a soft padded paw. “What about your essence?” 
“The growls you made hardly sounded like complaints.”
Han cuddled against her and remained silent for a few moments to catch his breath. “Your taste is as divine as ever, Maka. I am relieved that your injuries healed so well. There was no blood I could taste in your release. In a few days time, you might even raise your tail for me.”
It was Maka’s turn to slap his silly muzzle this time around, and the two cougars engaged in a short scuffle that ended up with no winner and lots of slobbery licks. 
“If only we could rest right now…”
“We can,” the male dashed a loving lick over her head. “Close your eyes. That’s all you have to do.”
“So you can turn around and do your business in peace?”
“No. Nothing of that sort. I am going to sleep here, right on top of you.”
Maka played along with the joke until the scent of his desperate need to release started to make her moisten all over again.
“What…what are you doing?” Han asked when Maka gently pushed him to the side so she could get up.
“If you’re too stubborn to tend to your cock, I will.”
“We talked about this.”
“Yes, and now I am cutting through another hour of silly talks.”
He grappled her back on the ground, burying her under his warm body, nuzzling lovingly into her purring neck. 
“I do not want to have your muzzle anywhere near my tail. Please understand. I subdued your instincts, forced myself upon you…I want to put these dark events behind us just as much as you do.”
“Oh, my dear, silly mate. You cannot heal yourself by inflicting injuries upon scabbing flesh.” Once again, she wrapped him in her embrace, and the two rubbed their muzzles for a few silent moments. “Denying the truth of your needs will not cover the reality of the situation.”
“What reality, Maka? That I should surrender myself again to the same instinct that led me astray? Remember how it all started, with your warm tongue teasing me into-“
“No. Not that,” Maka calmed him with a lick over his restless muzzle. “Males need to release their seed. Do you want your balls to turn into stones?”
“No, but-“
“Then think of our family. I need you healthy if we are to populate this forest with more little ones.”
Han remained awestruck by what he heard, looking into her eyes and mumbling something incoherent before he finally broke into tears. “What have I done to deserve you, Maka? All this time I thought myself the stronger cougar. The head of the family, when truth is…I am not half the male without you. You complete me. You’re the reason why I have a family in the first place!”
Maka allowed him to pour out his feelings. She licked his tears until the salty streams ran dry, then brushed along his head to whisper a mischievous thought in his ear.
“Right…right now?”
She dipped her head with a wink, knowing that he could not refuse her so easily this time. As expected, the male picked himself up, leaving behind a damp spot that had Maka lick her muzzle upon noticing the faint ivory specks, concentrated amounts of seed that started to dry off on the bare, lifeless stone. 
Han turned around, tail curled over his spine. It wasn’t his winking pucker that drew Maka’s eyes. That honor was reserved for his spheres. The two fuzzy stones appeared a bit larger than the last time she gazed upon their perfect forms, undoubtedly swollen by Han’s recent feeding frenzy. 
He throbbed, hard. A haze of scents formed around his nethers. Maka got accustomed to it, yet the more she breathed it in, the quicker her heart beat, and the warmer she felt. Was this what hurt her? That tiny lump of meat? It seemed almost surreal that something so hideous instilled such great amounts of fear into her soul. With the barbs protracted, it looked unusually smooth and glistened faintly thanks to the ample amounts of fluids that poured from the stretched sheath. 
She inched her nose towards the little cone, her excited tongue licking at the air. She got close. Almost to the point where she almost tasted the saltiness latched upon his tip. 
Then he turned back around, all apologies, smiles, and regrets. 
“No!” Maka sat in a cold corner, as far away from him as she could. “Why should I care more about a past we both try so hard to bury? You gave me your word, Han! You promised me that…” she paused to catch the reigns of her rampaging emotions. “All I wanted…all that I asked you to do was sit on my face.”
“But that’s demeaning. It’s what the other me would have done. You are my mate and deserve far greater rewards than something so…so-“
“Different?” Maka intervened. “We’ve done so much more during our time together. Why should we limit that freedom just because something seems…how did you put it? Demeaning.”
“I don’t know, Maka. I…truth is, I love you. It might be unreasonable of me to say, incredulous for you to hear it, but I love you too much to shame you again.”
“Even if I ask you to.”
“Especially when you ask me to,” the male repeated with a stern look on his face. “The feeling of your slavering tongue wrapping desperately around me can very well drive me to the point of release right now. A weak male would surrender easily to such desires. I prefer to think of you first, and what it means for my mate to provide pleasure to the-“
“To her mate.” Maka stopped him before he had any chance to degrade himself further. She walked towards her mate with confident steps and started to make loops around him. “Very well then. Use your own tongue on it. I doubt it feels much more different than mine, but know I will watch every moment of it. I will see how your lips pucker up in that sliver of eternity when your member swells with your seed, then I will watch your tongue cling onto everything it can hold. A few streams will sneak their way down your sack. Ironic, how the seed they create ends up painting them on the outside, but that is the beauty of watching a male tend to his needs. The result is rarely perfect. Mrrrrr, and always, always messy.”
Han swiped his tongue over his muzzle. A slight amount of froth gathered at the edges of his maw from the panting he had been subdued to for the past minute or so. Pupils wide with lust, the male hovered a forepaw instinctively over to his crotch where his member had already made a substantial deposit on the now wet and clumped fur. 
“Oh my. Look at you now, panting as eagerly as a male who’s about to mate for the first time.”
“I feel so close to the edge,” he whined. “Just a few more minutes of hearing your voice would have unleashed an unstoppable flood.”
“Awwwr, stop teasing me before I do something silly.”
“Like what?” Han huffed.
“Like jumping on top of you.” Maka licked his muzzle clean. “I bet you’d unleash as soon as my flesh smothers you.”
“Mrraarrr…Maka, please…don’t talk like that right now, because I am really thinking of doing just that.”
“How about a paw?” She sneaked her muzzle underneath one of his to brush herself along his warm pads. “I can lick your pads to shining perfection, then watch how your toes become slick with the result of your lusts.”
“That’s…not as good as a maw, but for my mate I will mate even the stone if she wishes to see something more exciting. All you have to do is ask.”
“Well, my mate…” Maka rubbed along his shoulder seductively. “Right now I am very eager to see you feast on your own member as hungrily as you drank the juices of my lips.”
“Very well.” Han gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll try to…hold myself back for as long as I possibly can for you to notice the intricacies of this process.”
“I bet you won’t last more than a second.” Maka growled with joy. 
She settled on her haunches a short distance away from Han, who took the ordinary side position. The male inhaled his own scent through a couple of breaths that stirred a Flehmen response. With his lips pulled up over his fangs, he looked at her for confirmation. Maka was more than eager to see how much seed his aroused balls would produce, especially now that Han seemed enthralled by his own masculine scent. For her, it was extremely arousing to see a male interested in his own member. In fact, she became so thoroughly distracted with fantasies that she barely noticed the warm breath filter through the fur of her paw. Han took a firm hold and yanked it under his upraised hind leg, where he pushed it against his purple protrusion. 
Maka opened her maw to speak, yet she could do nothing but growl once the slick spire penetrated its way between two of her toes, the cock so thoroughly coated in a thick film of its own juices that it encountered little to no resistance as it sunk into the depths of her paw. 
She instinctively tightened her grip around the cold lump of meat. The member pulsated once, barbs flaring like the spikes of a hedgehog. Maka felt only a very slight tickling sensation, but Han…Han was experiencing an entirely different set of stimulation. Something for which Maka had no need of words to understand. With his hackles raised to their very limits, he mounted a shaky thrust into her pads before his toes flared to the sides like the petals of a blooming flower. 
Maka knew it was far too late to pull back now. She pressed her paw harder into his balls to knead fast at his rock-hard cock that leaked increasingly larger amounts of fluid upon her toes. It was normal for a male’s member to become stiff as stone in preparation for the release, but her mate was downright overflowing with eagerness, the trickling drops forming into lines that fell down on the stone around her paw. 
“M-maka. My mate…” he huffed once, then hugged her with his forepaws so hard his claws came out. “I mrrrawwwhhhh youuuuuhhhh!”
Maka ignored the feeble sting of the sharp, hook-like needles that dragged along her hide. She made herself deaf to the crying words hurled from her mate’s loving maw. Right now, her full focus was on stimulating her mate’s needy member, and the ripe balls that had been brewing the largest load she was about to receive in her pads. She flexed her toes hard around the spindly cock, then spread them, her motions becoming harder and more desperate as more fluid gathered inside her slickened pads. She eagerly expected his warm cum to explode inside the warm inside of her paw, perhaps even shoot out from between her fingers.
Oh, that was such an erotic thought right now. Maka gritted her jaws as her own pussy quivered at the exotic tints of such a scenario. She felt in heat. In need of something inside her pussy. However, as much as she wanted to have her mate’s leaking cock inside her, she had to focus on him now, just like he did for her. Oh, he was so deliciously close to finishing, but just when his barbs flared out with the familiar urge to seek purchase inside the velvet insides of a female, Maka found herself pulled against her mate. 
Han dragged her down with him, then pulled her muzzle into the most erotic, wet, and warm kiss she could expect in that situation. His tongue filled her shocked maw, their fangs clashing together a mere moment before hot seed exploded into the clenching grip of her trembling paw. 
Maka rolled her eyes with bliss when a fountain of cum met her sensitive pads. The overload of stimulation unleashed upon her instincts was far too sudden, too much, and too hot for her to resist. Growling with all her might, she started to expel her own lusts upon the bare stone of the cave. 
Was it a dream? To feel so light? So fulfilled? Up ahead, before her big, dreamy eyes, her mate’s warm breath fell over her face like a rolling summer breeze. His jaws trembled with the sweetest of growls. With his eyelids firmly squeezed against the enormous pleasure that coursed through his cock with every throb of fresh cum, he twisted his tongue inside her mouth just as eagerly as he expelled his pent-up seed from his throbbing cock. It was so wet. So eager. Exactly like the cock that spewed sharp bursts of fertile cream into her soaked paw. Maka instinctively kept up her massage, the increasing amounts of cum making it very easy to stimulate every part of the male’s package. She would go down along his shaft to feel his swollen balls draw up against the base of his tail with bursts of fertile ejaculate, then climb back along the member to stimulate every barb before she would squeeze it within a messy grip of soft pads slick with hot seed. 
Such a messy, soft grip had a way of making a male feel exactly as he would inside a female. This stirred Han’s instincts to impregnate. He thrust between her fingers, harder and harder, willing to make sure his seed was not going to waste, and Maka eagerly milked him during his moment of pleasure while up above, her own tongue twined like a serpent with that of her mate, the embrace of their barbs as erotic as the spines of the male’s spurting cock. 
She lost track of time, of space. She even lost herself in that heaven of bliss that seemed to have no end. It was only when the nibbles on her neck got sharper that her eyes blinked her attention back to the present. 
“You can stop that now,” Han placed his paw on top of hers. “My cock…I’m getting very sensitive now that you coaxed out everything I had.”
Maka pulled back as if bitten. “Sorry,” she slowly moved her soaked paw above the messy balls, pearlescent strings breaking off in the process. “I need a moment to catch my bearings. Flames. I think I must have…”
“You definitely did.” Han smiled.
Maka got up, slightly embarrassed to see a puddle of clear fluids where she previously sat. “This is your fault. If your tongue wouldn’t have invaded my maw just when you came, I might’ve been able to-“
Her words got stuffed back as Han rolled his barbed tongue across her entire muzzle.
“…pleasure you better.” Maka licked off his saliva happily. “Why have you picked my paw to release into?”
“You know why.” Han moved over to lick the wetness she left behind. 
While he did that, Maka did the same for the cum that dribbled down his ripe balls. There was not much cum on the ground, mostly small, insignificant drops, but there was a larger patch that allowed her to get a good taste of how pent-up seed tasted like. The pearlescent fluid expelled by her mate in his aroused state had a gel-like consistency, thicker than what his cock usually produced. After she devoured the scant amount of cold cum, she buried her nose in his wet crotch with the intention not just to lick, but smear the very essence of life all over her muzzle. Wear his scent upon her. The smell of a warrior, a father, a lover she found after an eternity of separation. 
Han moved away immediately. He probably wanted more for her than to clean his mess, yet that brief feel of his lukewarm cum on her lips made her moan out with utter fulfillment. 
“I can never get enough of that smell.” Maka outright panted with desire to lick his cum. “Please, let me clean it.”
“But if I do that, you’ll miss your chance to see me eat my own seed. We’ll do it together, like mates are supposed to, but before that there is something else I must do.”
Maka rolled on her back. She watched her mate pick some seed from his messy groin to first smear upon her pussy, then push it deeper inside her lips with the help of a finger. 
“My life for yours,” Han said before he walked over to her front. After he licked her chin, he gently asked her to switch positions so he could smear the remainders of his seed upon her pierced, scabbed neck. 
“May the seed of my future forever remind me of the mistakes of the past, so that I never fall prey to darkness.”
“As touching as that sounds, I hope we have something left to clean off.” Maka chuckled.
Han dropped onto his belly, legs spread. “Why don’t you let that cute muzzle check me out?”
The smell, but more so, the sweet tint of his cum upon the salivating tip of her tongue filled her with relief. It was only when a second muzzle joined in that competition really started between the two cougars. Together, the two muzzles worked harmoniously to straighten up the clumped fur drowned by the river of seed and remove the stubborn stains left by the male’s explosive climax. With Han’s genitalia clean, and her paw returned to its original luster, Maka could finally rest for the remainder of the night. She picked a comfortable spot on top of her mate. With his protective paws holding her tight, and his loving tongue brushing along her whiskers every so often, Maka had a very easy time falling asleep. The past days might have been painful, but moments like these had a way of healing the gravest of wounds. 
Han had proven himself more diligent than she expected, even after all the kind words he spoke and all the gestures of affection he had shown her. That night, every hour or so, he lurched back to her tail from his peaceful slumber to administer small doses of his healing saliva upon the ragged lips of her wounded pussy. Maka told him many times that he should let the remainder of the herbs work on her wounds, but her mate refused to let everything hang in fate’s gnarly hands.