11.1 Pairings
11.1.1 Oro and Diya
He used her tail-end like a battering ram, driving the door open, and barely took the time to find the bed before tossing her onto it like so many clothes.  Diya curled up defensively, clutching the pillow to her chest and holding her hands beside her ears.  But Oro only muttered some obscenities and planted himself in front of the wide window on the wall opposite the bed.  It looked out over a wide city avenue, full of people wandering by or milling about, a couple of merchants selling wares from little stands, and servants hanging clothes from the nearby windows.  Some distance down the lane, and around a bend, he could make out the outer wall of a familiar castle.
“Nazeen,” he grumbled, “Let me guess: your old room?”  Diya nodded quietly.  “So this is your ideal bedroom?”  It was spacious, with plenty of room for the layered beds and wardrobes and shelves of books arranged around it.  Some favorite childhood toys sat in the corner gathering dust, clearly kept more for nostalgia and sentiment than use.  The smooth, stone walls were clean and decorated with little banners and paintings, and the floor was soft with rugs.
“It’s been...a rough three years,” Diya admitted, never opening her eyes, “But until then, we had a pretty good life, you know.  We knew why we couldn’t go outside, but only in word.  We didn’t know what it really meant to be scorned for our parentage.  The servants were kind and understanding, and Mom spent lots of time with us.  So...yes, I’ll probably always want to go back to that room, and the life it represented.”
He turned his back to her, looking out the window again and grinding his teeth.  He wanted to tell her life was like that: things changed, and there was never any going back.  He knew it better than most.  But...what he really needed to do right now was calm down, and calm her down, and his usual cynicism wasn’t going to accomplish that.  In frustration, he grabbed a nearby book and hurled it out the window...where it promptly vanished in a gentle trail of glittery smoke, proving it for the illusion it was.  It still felt good to throw it, though, so he chucked a couple more before dragging the large, low table from the middle of the room over next to her bed.
Oro sat on it, put his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands, and stared at her silently until she collected herself enough to wonder what he was up to and peeked one eye open reluctantly.  “You’re afraid of me,” he declared, rather than asked, as soon as she looked at him, and Diya was quick to acknowledge the truth.  
“We’re the least equipped to deal with you...physically or otherwise,” she admitted, “We can’t afford to go against you...and you are terrifying.  I know I shouldn’t say that to my hu—husband,” she had to force the word out of her throat, “But that’s the truth...especially after an outburst like that.”
Oro only nodded, seeming neither surprised nor insulted.  “Good.  You ought to be,” he grumbled.  Which, of course, didn’t do much to ease her nerves.  “By my reckoning, that makes you and your brother the smartest tag-alongs of the bunch.  Fusking patsy’s too stupid to remember what I am, princess is stubborn and puts up a brave front, and the priestess fears fusking nothing that she ought to,” he rubbed his head.
“Yeah,” Diya agreed slowly, “Nayeli’s kind of amazing that way.”
“Don’t start taking after her,” the Rabbit warned in a low voice...then shook his head at himself.  “Actually...that’s probably exactly what you need to do right now, much as it irks me to say so.”
She nodded again.  “Most of what I want would irk you, I think.  That’s why this is going to be...difficult.”
“Most of what everyone wants irks me,” he grunted, crossing his arms over his chest, “So what?  I despise false bravado almost as much as dishonesty, so if it’s going to piss me off anyway, you’d be better served to state your mind truthfully.”
Diya winced a little, but nodded.  “Yes, ma—husband,” she started, but he interrupted before she could continue further.
“You keep wanting to use a different word,” the Rabbit noted, “That one really bothers you, doesn’t it?”
“The word doesn’t.  Just using it for...you...does,” she cringed as she said it, looking at him through one eye as if she expected to be hit any second, “It is what you are to me, and I recognize that, but...I have this idea, that I can’t let go, that I shouldn’t be so afraid of my husband, and ought to like him at least a little more.  You feel more like the nobles when I was a servant, or my clients when I was...a lady of pleasure.  That word feels right, so I keep almost using it reflexively.”
Oro shrugged.  “I agree on every point.  A husband is someone you ought to be able to tell it like it is, and I am the very picture of what to avoid in a suitor.  It was never my decision to be anything of the sort.  Call me what you like.”
That made Diya blink.  “But...back in Nazeen...at the gate...”
“I was pissed off and taking it out on you.  I wanted to get under your skin, scare you, and make you think very hard about bringing your brother along,” Oro pointed out, as she might have expected.  And she knew all too well he’d succeeded on each point, though that hadn’t been enough to send her running.  “I am not your master, but if saying it gets you through the day, fusk if I care.  Nayeli might, but she can stuff it,” he huffed, “Now...what else?”
“Yes, master,” Diya nodded slowly, relieving some of the dissonance that had been building in her for a while, and reflecting on the realization that she still did not know this man very well at all.  She felt that she ought to by now, but had been too afraid to try.  That needed to change, for the sake of her companions, and even her brother, if not for herself. “What I really want right now is some small sense of control of the situation.  Everything else in my life recently has been very...not in control.  So I’d really like to set the pace.  And...maybe...not have to see your face?” she added nervously, certain she was being rude and perhaps going a bridge too far.
But Oro just closed his eyes and sighed like he had expected something like this.  Scooting off the edge of the table, he knelt with both knees on the floor and his hands resting on his hips, and did his level best to relax the habitual frown on his face.  In the end, he got nowhere close to looking enthused, much less happy, but at least he didn’t look disappointed...or like he was going to cut her throat at any second.  “Alright.  Where do you see this going from here?” he asked in an even, neutral voice she had never heard from him before.  Even at the end of the bath earlier, arguably the only time she had seen him genuinely happy for a minute, his voice had always been rough and grumbly and generally mean.
“I...um...come a little closer,” she instructed with a blush rising in her face, “I don’t think I can say it out loud.”  As he walked a step or two forward on his knees, she turned hers to sit on the edge of the bed, with her lower legs hanging over the side.  Her blush deepened as she spread her bathrobe open, followed by her thighs, and gently laid a hand on the top of his head to guide his face down into her.  She was much relieved when he seemed to take the hint without further instruction, pressing his nose into the soft fur between her thighs.  She could feel the tip of his tongue begin exploring her lower lips, teasing them apart.
With a relieved sigh, Diya laid back on the bed to prevent over-crowding him.  Her hands moved from his head to draw his long ears down to cover her petite breasts.  “Say something if I get too rough,” she told him softly, tugging gently at one ear.
“Couldn’t hurt me if you tried,” he mumbled, keeping his lips lightly against her sex, despite her clearly remembering him wincing whenever Nayeli would pinch them.  Maybe he was just trying to reassure her.  Maybe it was another of those subtle ways in which he indulged the priestess.  Maybe Nayeli used a holy-pinch-of-demon-smiting.  It didn’t matter.  Diya just accept the permission to use them as she liked, kneading and tugging on them encouragingly whenever his tongue found a particularly appreciative spot.
She was embarrassed to admit, even to herself, that his tongue was amazing.  “How...how’s the taste?” she asked as she felt herself becoming genuinely wet.
“Sweet,” was his short, gentle reply, bringing a momentary, relieved smile to her face.
Then she reconsidered.  “Wait...coming from you, isn’t that a bad thing?”
“Not the time,” he answered softly.  Everyone tasted sweet to him...except Nayeli.  And most were more delicious than they’d believe.  It wasn’t so much a slander to her as a remark on the state of the world...or just Oro’s tastebuds.  He was, after all, tasting her through the tongue of a demon.  Regardless, this was not the time or place for speculative philosophy.
He alternated between running it through the folds of her labia, polishing her pearl, and driving it, soft but deep, into her love-tunnel.  The reach was more impressive than some clients she’d entertained, and its dexterity was unreal.  Fingers could not have finer control, and it seemed like he’d figured out how to rub the backside of her pearl from the inside.  Peeking down at him along her own body, Diya even thought he actually looked a little bit adorable with most of his face hidden by her muff and his eyes closed in concentration.  The nudge of his nose against her lips was softer and more pleasant than she’d expected...
“Oooh...do more of that,” she begged, tugging gently on his ears as her hips moved subtly against his muzzle almost against her will.  He responded by opening his mouth a little wider, sealing the whole of her off with his lips.  She gasped as his tongue reached all the way to her very limit, pressing flat against that strange spot even as his surprisingly soft nose pressed down on her pearl from the other side, and gasped as he drew his tongue back in, dragging every last inch of it along that terrible, wonderful spot.
“Oh fuck,” the little half-breed whimpered, her thighs tightening against his cheeks and her hands squeezing his ears desperately, “Again...just one more time...please.”  She didn’t last long enough to finish the next long lick, though.  He’d barely reached beyond that sweet spot when she felt herself tighten around him, pulling his ears forward to keep his firm against her pelvis and letting her head fall back in a cry that she managed to keep down to a hard sigh.  She kept pulling, gently (she hoped) but insistently grinding her pearl against his nose while his tongue snaked back over the place behind it, until she couldn’t hold the tension anymore and relaxed almost violently.  “Oh...oh, wow,” the little half-breed huffed, straining for breath, “Maybe Nayeli’s...not so crazy...for wanting that...”
“I’th nether don thatto her,” he mumbled as he finished drawing his tongue back out from her depths, “Was it good?”
“Enough to make me wish I hadn’t been so reluctant,” she nodded shortly.
“Good,” he grunted, though he didn’t seem particularly flattered by the compliment as he stood up, suddenly looming large and tall above her, “It’s your turn now...”
Swallowing hard, Diya nodded submissively, and spread her thighs a little wider.  Resting her arms above her head to better expose herself to him, she closed her eyes and braced for an uncomfortable stretch as he claimed her.
“No,” she was surprised to hear, “Come up here.”  The grumble was back in his voice, making it hard to tell if he was merely giving instructions or genuinely displeased.  Diya couldn’t say she was thrilled with the thought of kissing him, but obediently sat up with knees curled under her and leaned against his chest to reach for him with her lips.  Once again he surprised her, catching her head in one strong hand and pushing her back to sit more-or-less comfortably on her heels.  “Open your mouth,” he instructed as his hand slid around the side of her face to cup under her chin.
Suppressing a sudden wave of nausea, Diya obeyed, opening her mouth loosely and pushing her tongue forward just a little.  “Wider,” he commanded, and she obliged, stretching her mouth open until it almost became painful.  She’d seen him just often enough to know he wasn’t this big, but if it flattered him...
She nearly gagged as he shifted his grip and his thumb invaded her mouth, pinning her tongue down and rubbing across it as if daring her to bite him.  He released her, but hooked a finger behind one sharp canine and lifted, pulling her up and forward to brace against his chest as she strained to keep her mouth safely open.  She squeezed her eyes shut, and put her tongue between his fingers and her lower teeth as she swallowed again...a gesture which seemed to please him, judging by the little growl that escaped his own throat.
“I do not know why,” he admitted in amusement, turning and tilting her head, controlling her by tooth or tongue at all times, “But I do get excited by the sight of an open mouth.  Maybe it’s because I am a devouring creature, myself.  I see a throat and want to stuff it...if only to satisfy myself that I could swallow more.”  He drew his saliva-slicked thumb down her chin and down her throat all the way to her clavicle.  She took the chance to draw a good breath and wet her tongue again, running it along her upper lip and across her whiskers.  “That’s right,” he growled, and she could practically hear the sadistic smile in his voice, though her eyes remained closed, “Show me how hungry you are.”
Diya swallowed once more, forced the muscles of her face and jaw to relax, and slowly opened her mouth again, as though to take a large bite of something much too big to fit comfortably through her lips.  The quick shift of his hand from her throat to the back of her head was her only warning.  With a firm push, he lowered the angle of her chin and dropped her head, and she squeaked in surprise as her mouth was suddenly and genuinely filled.  That was...a slight mistake, as he drove his cock all the way into her open throat, and she was suddenly struggling not to choke on him.  Mercifully, he seemed to have already been a lot closer to climax than she realized, and she didn’t even need to go down on him again.  With a wordless growl, his pleasure poured into her throat so deep she almost didn’t have to swallow, if she could just stay open and relaxed and keep her teeth well away from his skin...
Diya coughed and sputtered and even burped embarrassingly when he finally yanked himself out and stepped back to give her room to breathe.  “Ugh...gods, how are you so big,” she wheezed, trying to decide if breathing or swallowing was the higher priority right now, “It’s not even the right shape...”
Oro chuckled as his shaft withdrew into the sheath above his balls.  “There is no part of me you can reach,” he grinned toothily, “That is not an extension of Gorgorond.  He popped my eyes out of the sockets when we made the pact.  He chewed through my digestive tract.  Even my cock is just more of his tongue.”  The Rabbit leaned down to look straight into her watering eyes.  “How does that make you feel?”
A shudder ran through her, which she didn’t even try to suppress this time.  “Sick,” the little halfbreed answered curtly, shaking her head and wiping her tongue with the blanket of the bed.
Her husband chuckled, and patted her cheek firmly.  “It feels better to be honest, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” Diya answered sincerely, even if it was still a little frightening to tell him openly how much she did not like him or the things he did.  It felt better not to hide it, or pretend she was okay with things as they stood...although, to be fair, she had to admit his bark had been much worse than his bite, at least when directed toward her and Kylan.
The Rabbit pulled his bathrobe back up onto his shoulders.  “Good.  Now, I’m hungry again. We’ll wait for the others in the dining room.”
“Yes, master,” Diya nodded, strangely relieved at being able to openly use that word now, and followed him obediently out of the room.
11.1.2 Sarahi and Tuli
“Oo, I like this,” Tuli cooed as she followed Sarahi into the Sha'khari’s room.  The space was wide and round, with curved tables formed to match the curve of the walls covered in little stands of jewelry and makeup.  And in the center, raised on a little tiered dais, was a large, round bed surrounded in curtains that were more for decoration than privacy.  The Ferruda shrugged off her bathrobe almost before she made it through the door, plucking up one of the fancier necklaces and modeling it above her pronounced breasts.  “I didn’t take you for the type to like makeup and fancy jewelry.”
Sarahi giggled a little, and nodded understandingly.  “I’m not so different from most girls in that regard, I guess.  It seemed vain to wear them in public, but I enjoyed being glamorous in my own room.  Being a good and proper princess is a complicated way of life.”  She padded quietly up to the bed, leaving her own bathrobe beside it, and curled up comfortably while Tuli wandered around the room briefly.
Turning toward the bed at last, Tuli flashed a sly smile, spreading her arms to display the sparkling necklace still hugging her breasts, and approached with a seductive swing in her hips that proved she had her own glamorous side, when she cared to show it.  Sarahi made no effort to hide her appreciative stare, or growing arousal.  As soon as the Ferruda was within reach, she took her hand and pulled her down to sit nested in the Sha'khari’s cupped paws.  Tuli laid one hand onto Sarahi’s bare breast unapologetically, and Sarahi slid one hand down between Tuli’s thighs with equal boldness as the two met their lips in a warm kiss.
“Mmm,” Tuli hummed as they broke for air, cheeks flushed and warm with desire, “You’ve definitely got a princess’ kiss.”
“Prince,” Sarahi corrected gently, adding another kiss to the Ferruda’s cheek and drawing a curious look from her.  “Just in the bedroom...just when we’re having sex...I’d like to be a ‘prince’.  A husband.  A he,” Sarahi explained, “It’s something I decided with Nayeli last night...because I also decided I am much more into women than men.”
“Ooo...lucky me, then,” the Ferruda giggled, pressing a brief kiss to Sarahi’s lips, then his chin, then the side of his neck, “I feel sorry for Kylan, though.”
The Sha'khari chuckled, enjoying the trail of kisses being laid out down the side of his face as the fingers of his right hand dipped into Tuli’s warm nethers.  “I’d let him ride me if he asked.  He’s a sweetheart, and it’s not like I can’t enjoy a man.  I just find you, Nayeli, and even Diya much more...appealing.”
“Mmm...lucky us,” Tuli repeated softly, her breathing already becoming labored with her growing lust, “Do you think Diya will be okay?  Was Oro...bad?” she asked absently, turning her head to the side and down to lay her lips atop Sarahi’s left breast.
“I think she will be fine,” Sarahi sighed, closing his eyes as Tuli’s lips closed around his nipple and sucked gently, “That man...will have his way, whenever he wishes, with any of us, and our tastes be damned.  But when the moment comes...oh, that’s nice...he’s surprisingly tame,” the Sha'khari admitted, “Nayeli thinks it’s because he’s inexperienced, but...oh, harder, please...,” he begged softly, and Tuli responded by adding her tongue to the gentle suction she was applying to her treat, “My impression was that he doesn’t really care for it.  I think to him it’s just a way to get under our skin, or get back at us for annoying him.  Heh...I guess it’s not actually his fault he’s prone to falling asleep in the middle, though.”
“Hah,” the Ferruda half laughed and half gasped, her breath warm and hard against Sarahi’s fur as the Sha'khari’s fingers moved up and around the perimeter of her pearl.  Sarahi arched a brow at the spread of the blush on her face.
“Are you about to...?” he asked with a slightly disbelieving grin, but was quickly answered by a nod from Tuli.  “Already?” Sarahi giggled, his fingers moving gently but quickly in ever smaller circles around the sensitive nub.
“Mmhm...I’m kinda...easy,” Tuli nodded with a shameless smile, breath coming faster and harder as if to match the pace of Sarahi’s fingers.  Laying her head back against the Sha'khari’s strong paws, her panted breaths quickly became needy whimpers, followed shortly by a relieved cry that came very near to being a scream.  Even as she began to come back down off the peak, each panted breath carried a little coo or sqeak of residual pleasure.  “Ooo...oh, I needed that,” she sighed, smiling broadly as she relaxed in Sarahi’s leonine paws.
“Wow,” the Sha'khari giggled, “That was...kind of...”
Tuli nodded her understanding.  “Yeah, I’m pretty loud.  That’s why I didn’t let Nayeli finish me that night we were trying to let you sleep.”
Sarahi arched a brow, fingers still idly (though more slowly) playing between the Ferruda’s thighs.  “Hang on...I know I’m a pretty sound sleeper, but I haven’t heard anything like this since we married.  Does that mean you haven’t indulged yourself at all since we left Nazeen?”
The Ferruda shook her head, writhing a little against Sarahi’s touch.  “Nope.  It’s probably the longest stretch I’ve gone since I became a teenager,” Tuli confessed with a giggle, lifting her head to give another grateful kiss to Sarahi’s chin.  “Mmm...and if you keep doing that, I’m going to have another one before I’ve even touched yours,” she warned, though she didn’t seem to be complaining.  Her hand traced idly up and down the Sha'khari’s upper belly, sliding occasionally between his breasts.  “Have you done it since we left?”
Sarahi gave her a wry smile, removing his hand from her wet folds to reach with it toward his own arousal, demonstrating the awkward distance.  “I kind of need a decent wall to brace against if I’m going to bend that far that way.  I need help just to wash back there comfortably.  So no, I haven’t done anything of the sort until last night, but I’m used to going for weeks at a time before feeling the need.  Mmm...at least until today.  Since last night, I just can’t seem to get it off my mind...”
Tuli silenced him with another, firmer kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders while he drew her up by her waist.  Their tongued turned over each other, playing along the sharp tips of their teeth, every breath snuck between their lips full of the alluring, intoxicating scent of their species.  “I don’t think it’s a trap,” Tuli whispered in his ear, kissing the side of his neck tenderly, “But he’s not entirely wrong.  You’re new to it.  It’s intoxicating.  You need someone to satisfy you — really satisfy you — so you can stop being distracted.”   Her hand slid down his arm to the wrist of the hand he’d used to bring her to climax.  Pulling it to her lips, she gently and suggestively sucked her own nectar from the fingers, sneaking sly looks from the corner of her eye to see how Sarahi enjoyed it.  By the slack in his jaw and the loll of his tongue, she’d say he liked the sight plenty.
“I’ll satisfy you all you like, however you like,” Tuli promised, exchanging his hand for the paw that had been tucked under her knees.  Gently spreading the large toes, she kissed the pad beneath each one, licking the spaces between and the very tips of the conceled claws with just the tip of her tongue.  His scent was very strong here...strong enough even to effect a female, and she could feel it.  She could also feel the subtle tension creeping through his animal chest and arms, a building need to touch the woman abasing herself in his embrace...and more than touch.  “So how do you want me, my prince?  Down on my knees like a good subject?  All fours like a dirty animal?  Hmhm...should I ride you like my favorite pony?”
“Ha!  And how well did you ride your favorite pony?” Sarahi teased idly, unable to pull his eyes away from the suggestive play she was performing with his paw.  It felt good.  It looked teasing.  It made him want to put something else on her tongue...
“Mmm...I didn’t really, but he didn’t taste half bad, if you know what I mean,” Tuli confessed quietly, sucking on one of his toes for an extra hint.
That caused Sarahi to blink, realizing she hadn’t been using the euphemism in quite the same way he’d been imagining.  “Wait...you actually...”  Tuli just nodded, smiling sheepishly with her lips still around his toe.  “You are just a little bit...”
“Mmhm,” the Ferruda admitted, lifting his paw to kiss the pads again, “It’s true.  If sex is a trap, I’ve been in the teeth so long I’ve come to enjoy it.  But I don’t imagine things like that are ever going to happen again, so...is it okay if I just did that sort of stuff before we got married?”
“I’m not holding anyone’s past life against them,” the Sha'khari assured her, reclaiming his paw and getting all four of them under him before offering a hand to help her to her feet, “I only want to hear the stories sometime.  But first,” he turned the busty Ferruda’s back to him and nudged her forward with a playful swat on her rump, “I want you against that wall.”
“Yes sir!” Tuli giggled, sauntering down the steps toward the bit of empty space betwen two vanities, where she could lean against the cool stone of the wall.  “Like this?” she asked, casting an inviting look over her shoulder as she bent nearly horizontal at the waist while keeping her knees locked and tail lifted.
The sight was tantalizing, but... “No,” Sarahi answered, right behind her.  Placing a hand on each cheek, the Sha'khari pushed Tuli’s hips forward more, forcing the busty Ferruda to stand upright, and kept going until both her tummy and toes were pressed flat against the wall.
Tuli giggled as Sarahi’s breasts pressed into her back, the Sha'khari realizing she would need a little support to keep from tipping backwards.  “Not that I mind, but why so snug against the wall?” the Ferruda asked, grinding her hips back subtly against the hands holding them in place.
“Because,” Sarahi explained with a lustful need in his breath, rising up on his hind legs and placing first one paw and then the other on the wall beside Tuli’s shoulders, “I want to see your face.”  Towering over her with his bestial belly pressing against her back, Sarahi looked down through the kind of tunnel formed by his hands and front paws braced against the wall, to where Tuli was trapped between them.
The Ferruda smiled up at him, and nodded her understanding...but then squirmed around to put her back to the wall instead.  “This way, then,” she suggested, hugging his leonine chest, “I’m flatter in back than in front,” she added with a giggle, resting her chin on the place where the animal’s chest transitioned to Sarahi’s tummy and widening her stance invitingly.
There was a bit of awkward shuffling as Sarahi got his hindquarters in close and low, and Tuli had to guide him with one hand, though she pretended not to notice her own involvement.  She closed her eyes with a blush of satisfaction as his thick sword slid into her well-oiled sheath, though, and a shiver of anticipation rippled through both of Sarahi’s backs.  He eased up into her in one long, smooth motion, noting that she was...a more comfortable fit...than Nayeli had been, though he didn’t mention it for fear of being rude.
Tuli seemed to be reading his mind, though.  “You don’t have to worry so much about being gentle,” she advised him softly, running her hands back and forth along his ribs, “I’m a lot more used than Nayeli.  I can be a bit tighter if you want, though,” she promised, grinning up at him as her walls constricted inside, gently, adding a pleasant degree of friction as he started to stroke.
“Oh sweet saints,” Sarahi breathed as he began to ride her in earnest, leaning against his own elbows on the wall, “I have got to get you both at once somehow.”
“Oh?  Something I’m not doing right?” Tuli sounded curious rather than insulted.
“Nothing of the sort,” Sarahi promised, chewing his lower lip and kneading the wall with his paws beside Tuli as his arousal grew, “I just desperately want someone to kiss me while the other is...down there,” he groaned, reaching down to run his fingers through Tuli’s hair, which was the extent of his reach.
Tuli smiled up sympathetically, and kissed the tummy and strong chest within reach of her lips.  Yes, Sarahi was much too tall to satisfy both of those desires at once with his stature.  “I’m sorry,” she said quietly.  The Sha'khari was about to reassure her that there was nothing to apologize for when she repeated, a little more desperately, “Hah...I’m sorry...”
A soft whimper had crept into her breath, becoming louder with each one, and suddenly Sarahi understood what she was actually apologizing for.  “Nyah!  I’m sorry!  I can’t...aah!”  Her hands clenched Sarahi’s fur as she cried out, her body pressed desperately against his as her back arched against the wall, nearly unbalancing him, and her inner walls cinched tight around the shaft inside her.  Sarahi gasped, bracing his back feet to drive her back against the wall, inadvertently driving himself full-length inside her...hard.  If Tuli noticed, it was indiscernible amid the natural sounds of her climax.
“H...help, please,” the Ferruda begged softly, raising a hand to Sarahi.  The Sha'khari took it, and then the other, pulling her up and bracing her firmly between his body and the wall as her legs trembled under them.
“Ah...ah..are you alright?” Sarahi panted, nearing his own climax but suddenly concerned for his partner, “Should I...stop?”
“Oh please don’t!” Tuli begged breathlessly, squeezing his hands, “I just couldn’t...hold out...,” she explained, kissing his tummy encouragingly.  “I’ll be fine...in a second...,” she promised.
Sarahi didn’t give her that much time to recover.  The swell of his shaft pushed back against the clench of her walls, throbbing needily, and suddenly erupted with a cry of his own.  Tuli was saying something that was probably encouraging, but he couldn’t make it out through the sound of his own pulse in his ears and the cry of relief in his throat.
Not wanting his weight to come down on the still-recovering Tuli, Sarahi tucked his tail under himself and pushed back from the wall, carefully leaning back into a controlled roll onto the cold stone floor.  Tuli, clinging to his lower chest, managed to follow the awkward ride with a giggle, though it rocked her far enough up his chest that he ended up pulling out of her in the process.  “Oh wow,” the Ferruda grinned at the wet mess between both their legs, “There’s so much!  You have been pent up for a while, huh?”
Sarahi just nodded, still catching her breath.  Tuli, still astride her, crawled up high enough to give her an adoring kiss on her soft, warm lips, then laid down on top of her for a breather while they recovered.  “Let me know when you’re ready for the next one,” the Ferruda instructed softly as she closed her eyes with her head pillowed on Sarahi’s breast, fingertip tracing down the Sha'khari’s upper belly and following the line onto her lower chest.  From there it teased along the leonine leg to her paw.  Tuli seemed to be developing a slight fascination with those large “hands”, and knit her fingers between the toes with a gentle squeeze.
The Sha'khari laughed between panted breaths, and kissed the top of the Ferruda’s head.  “I think...I am satisfied...now,” she admitted, “Do you need more?”
“Already?” Tuli giggled, giving her a smug grin, “You’re not very demanding for a prince.  Mmm...no, I’m good.  I could manage two or three more before needing a nap, if you were in the mood, but two is plenty to keep me warm for one day.”  Sarahi gave her a chiding, respectfully dubious look, which Tuli ignored.  “I like these,” the Ferruda confided, pulling Sarahi’s large paw in for a kiss and nuzzled her nose against the thick fur on top, “Will you touch me with them next time?”
Chuckling in amusement, Sarahi shifted more comfortably onto her back and rolled the Ferruda more fully onto hers.  “Come here, you,” she cooed, pushing Tuli a little further down and freeing her front paw from the Ferruda’s grasp to lay it full and warm over Tuli’s breast instead.  Her other paw insistently pulled Tuli’s knees to either side, and gently worked one thick pad into the wet place between her thighs...