Cat's Paw
(NC-17)

All Blair could hear was the rush of his heartbeat. His breath came faster as he ran blindly through the dense jungle foliage.

Something -- someone -- was stalking him.

He risked a look over his shoulder just as the vines exploded outward behind him. A hard body pushed him up against the rough stone wall that suddenly loomed in front of him.

The chill of the temple could not compete with the burning heat against his back. Long arms roped with muscle reached out and stretched his own wide. He heard a deep rumble in his ear just before a long, agile tongue darted out and rasped a warm, wet trail from the edge of his jaw to the back of his neck under his ponytail.

For a split-second he found himself free as razor-sharp claws deftly shredded the plaid shirt from his shoulders and tore open his jeans, but before he could even consider moving he was pinned again. Now he could feel the velvety-soft fur that covered every inch of rock-hard flesh pressing against him.

A hard thigh thrust between his, forcing his legs open wide, spreading his buttocks. He felt an insistent pressure against his ass demanding entrance. With a snarl, the big figure pressed into him.

Blair threw his head back at the shock of the sudden invasion. The thick cock continued its inward thrust until velvety balls hung below the curve of his ass. His own harsh breathing blended with the deep, rumbling purr that vibrated in the hollow between his shoulder blades.

Blair had barely adjusted to the sense of overwhelming fullness when a driving rhythm stole away the last of his sanity. His own painfully erect cock was pushed against the cold stone until a large hand slipped down and took him into a firm grip.

Whiskers brushed the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Every inch of his skin was sensitized -- the cold stone in front of him, the soft fur along his spine, the heavy jungle air that surrounded it all -- each was felt in exquisite detail. He pumped his hips in time with the body behind him, fucking the warm hand holding him.

He couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but lose himself in the brutal give and take of pleasure. He clenched his ass tightly around the invading cock. He was rewarded with a roar that echoed off the temple wall and a answering tightening of the hand around him.

Faster and faster they moved together. All rhythm and grace was lost as suddenly Blair's breath caught and every muscle spasmed. He came in a rush of hot pulses, emptying himself into that pleasuring hand and against the wall. The climax had barely begun to subside when his body was shaken by his captor's own completion. He felt whiskers stroke between his shoulder and neck and then teeth nipped lightly, the sharp sting triggering a last shudder of orgasm from Blair.

They stood there, sweat cooling on heaving bodies, breath slowly returning to a semblance of normalcy.