Slender, clawed feet padded softly through the bluish, acrid haze from the burning incense set within ebony bowls. The Siamese glided amongst the swirling tendrils of aromatic smoke with the grace of a practiced dancer to come before a wide vanity. Wrought of solid mahogany and blessed with the carven adornments of his eldritch god, the twisting tentacles of the Nameless One Below which seemed to come alive in the presence of the feline. Erude leaned forward, clawed fingers, tipped in shards of gleaming sapphire, glinting in the scant glow of the sputtering oil lamps. From the shadowed walls, clasped in their twisting sconces of gold, sculpted like the suckered arms of his horrific god, they spread their wobbling light across the dark wood as the cat sat upon a plush stool of crushed red velvet. The only noise his slender form would make was the soft jingle of the jeweled girdle which was wound around his trim waist. Fiery red and deepest blue would vie with green like the slumbering forests of Greater Amnia and the purple majesty of the spires of Thromb, tossing their glimmering light upon a floor of marble tile, which veined in green and blue, was like the undulation of the sea. 

“You are beautiful,” Erude whispered to the blue-eyed creature reflected in the polished mirror.

He gazed back longingly at the brown face, set with a pair of eyes like uncut gems, sparkling with the volcanic blue which dazzled the many thralls and slaves who would supplicate themselves upon the altar of his eldritch master. When he smiled, his fangs gleamed white, shimmering with the dull flicker of the lamplight. His coat was white, his arms brown from fingertip to elbow, his legs too, were brown from his toes to his knees. His lips, plump, shimmering wetly, were the blue of his eyes. Erude reached for the clay jar which sat at his elbow and twisted the lid. Dipping a finger into the concoction, he ran the digit across his lower lip. Pressing his mouth into a thin line, the cat smiled, entranced by his own reflection. 

“Indeed,” he said, blinking eyes dusted with blue shadow. “I am most beautiful.” He stood, raising his arms above his head, drinking in the sight of his narrow chest, the flatness of his belly, which descended into the shadowy scruff of his dark pubic fur. His cock, pink, swelling with the cat’s arousal, would inspire Erude to seize the golden sculpture of a many suckered tentacle which sat upon the vanity. “Yes,” he whispered. His fingers curled around the glittering fetish, one finger gently circling the curving tip. Stroking, sliding, his cock growing harder, throbbing now as he worked the tip with his thumb. “Mmm, yes, I cannot stand it any longer. O-Oh…”

Suddenly, the cat’s revelry was ended with the jangle of a bell. Erude’s eyes snapped wide, his face twisting into a mask of blackest rage at the impudent fools who would dare to interrupt his moment. 

“What is the meaning of this?” He stormed from the vanity, his claws extending from his slim fingers. “Is it the servant? What has brought you here unsummoned?”

A pair of red silk curtains extended from the high arch of the doorway. These were parted to reveal a creature of bloated malevolence. Its warty face goggled at the cat with bulbous eyes which had seen much when the world was still young. 

“Old Paarthas,” said Erude. “What brings you here, elder?”

Erude detested the shrunken creature. The elders were far too conservative for his liking, too hesitant to bring about the changes needed to see their nameless god rise from his slumbering abyss. Content in their stagnation, the elders saw only to further their own withering hold on the cult. The wicked old toad blinked, his throat swelling and deflating, seemingly lost in thought. If he had a thought, the cat mused. When at last, the elder creature spoke, his voice was like that of two boulders rubbing together, much less words, than the rumbling of the mountains. 

“You have a guest, Erude,” he croaked. “Our nameless king has spoken this evening. Through the lips of his priests he has wished for a new life.”

Erude’s ears pricked up. “Oh, really?” His blue mouth curled into a grin. “I see, so I am to sire another broodling for our dear lord and master?”

“As the one who leads,” the toad grumbled. “It is your sacred duty to bless this gathering with the squirming life to continue our god’s work.”

“So it is,” remarked Erude. Crossing his arms, his tail flicking behind him, he gazed down at the bloated creature with eyes like chips of ice. “Where is my love, this evening?”

The toad croaked an order to another of the hooded beasts. The vile elders ushered forth into the chamber a rabbit. His shoulders were broad and muscled, his chest rippling as he fought back the terror which contracted his flat, heaving belly. He was adorned in a simple loincloth of white linen, covering only his hips and precious little else. Around his neck was a golden torc, marking him as one of the slaves. His hands, slim and delicate, worried at the hem of his only garment. His fur glistened, brown and tan, and the rabbit turned his gaze to the floor in the proper posture of one of his station. One ear was bent over his face, concealing his eye so that when he dared to steal a glance at Erude, the cat was immediately intrigued by the coquettish way his eye would glimmer. 

“Mmm,” Erude said. “I see, a rabbit.” With one hand, he tucked his fingers under the creature’s chin, tilting his head up. “Come, I want to look at you.”

“M-My lord,” the rabbit whispered. His hands came to the golden collar around his throat. “I cannot, it is unseemly to gaze into the face of one so holy.” 

His eyes, green as the sea, would dart away before the blue suns which pierced the brooding clouds of Erude’s face. The Siamese offered a bemused smile, his fangs glinting with ravenous glee. 

“I shall accept this one,” he said. “Tell the servant to bring wine. I will require it.”

“As you wish, my lord,” croaked the robed elder. The toad bowed, waddling backwards from the chamber. 

Alone, Erude took the wrist of the rabbit, leading the shivering slave into his chamber. The marble was cool beneath the padded feet of the rabbit, a chill creeping up his well shaped legs. Erude was quick to spy the way the supple muscles glided beneath the brown fur, his manhood rising, swelling into the fullness of desire as he reached for the linen cloth which girded the loins of the slave. 

“What is this?” the cat exclaimed, ripping the cloth free. 

The rabbit whimpered, his face blooming crimson beneath his fur. Between his thighs, there wept the delicate petals of womanhood. His dripping pussy glistened with the sweet honey of his desire, seeping into the fur of his inner thighs, making damp the dark fur. Erude placed his fingers upon the rabbit’s leg, his hand creeping up, ever so slowly, seeking that pungent bloom. The slave would cry out, his voice a lilting song in the ears of the cat as his fingers caressed the shivering petals. 

“So, one of those,” mused Erude. “I see, our tentacled king is a most intriguing one.”

“M-My lord,” wept the rabbit. “I am here to please you. May you bless my womb with your holy seed.”

“Indeed,” Erude said. 

He traced the dripping lips, his own mouth parting, his blue lips wet with the need to kiss such a blossom, to taste the heady wine of the rabbit on his tongue. His manhood throbbed, the first bead of opalescent dew glistening upon his tip, preparing to trickle down the undershaft to cling to a pair of churning orbs like fat plums. Erude sized the rabbit in his arms, clasping his clawed fingers around the slave’s biceps. 

“Tell me,” he asked, “what is your name?”

“My name?” the rabbit whimpered. 

“Yes, you have one, surely?” 

“I am Saarna,” said the rabbit. “Saarna, born of the pleasure slaves, bred to accept the seed of the leader. Of you, my lord.” 

Erude did not fail to detect the wistfulness of Saarna’s voice as he spoke of him. The cat licked his lips, tasting the sweet flesh of the rabbit before he had even taken a bite. His mouth sought the quivering lips of Saarna, black, glistening petals, quavering for his touch. Their mouths met in a kiss which stole the breath from the helpless slave. Saarna’s body came alive in the hands of the cat, twisting and shifting, his hips pressing to those of his lord, his pussy sliding against the throbbing rod as his trembling hands did claim the smooth, firm buttocks of the Siamese. Fingers sank into the yielding flesh, making Erude gasp. His lips closed around the mouth of the rabbit, his tongue slithering from between his teeth to plunge into the waiting jaws of Saarna. Like nothing he had ever felt before, such was the smoothness of the red gums, the white teeth which compelled him to explore. His tongue ran along the ridged palate, curling behind the broad incisors as Saarna’s tongue rose in supplication. Gently, he did caress the underside of Erude’s tongue, the cat moaning through his puffing nostrils as he sought to plunge deeper. 

The rabbit’s fur was becoming damp with sweat, his leg hooking around Erude’s waist to make the jeweled girdle sing as the silver radiance of the twin moons cast their baleful gleam through the open portal of the cat’s chamber. Their bodies were set aflame, shimmering silver in the molten glow, becoming entwined in the fragrant smoke of the burning incense. Erude’s hands slid down Saarna’s back, relishing the rasp of his fur, the way the rabbit’s muscles danced beneath his fingertips. The puffy tail twitched, Erude’s hands slipping around it to grasp the fullness of Saarna’s rump, squeezing the fat pillow of jiggling flesh. His cock pulsed against the heaving stomach of the slave, pumping its bitter tears to make sticky the tan fur of Saarna’s belly. Erude would tear his mouth from the swollen lips of the rabbit, his lips finding the offered throat. His fangs clinked on cold metal, his tongue slithering around the golden torc which girded Saarna’s neck and Erude’s lips did not resist the dark smile which played upon them, tasting the golden collar on his tongue as he descended to the empty chalice of Saarna’s collarbone. 

“Such a wondrous cup begs to be filled.” Erude spoke in a breathless whisper, his every fiber yearning for the touch of the wilting slave in his arms. 

Saarna laid his head back, giving himself utterly, for such was the way of a slave. Yet, it would prove who was to be the master, for Erude would only crave the rabbit more. 

“Servant,” screamed the cat. “I have summoned you ages ago. Where is my wine?”

From the curtained doorway scampered a crooked rat. The creature bore on a silver tray a clay jug of the finest wine of the cult. Steeped from the poisonous gruum berries for three years, the bloodred brew was more intoxicating than any other. The trembling rodent offered up the jug, scampering away, narrowly avoiding a cuff from Erude as he took up the sloshing container. 

“Ah, yes,” he said. “And now, I have my cup as well.”

Shimmering crimson would pour forth from the open mouth, filling the hollow of Saarna’s collarbone. The rabbit trembled, his cup overflowing so that the dark red wine spilled down his chest, staining his fur to crimson. 

“My lord, surely you would not--”

“Silence, slave,” rasped the cat. “I do as I please.”

He placed his blue lips to the shimmering rim of that offered chalice, drinking deep the rich wine of love, sipping the sweet elixir from the fur of Saarna. His mouth traveled down the rabbit’s heaving chest, suckling the red fur, his tongue sliding through the tuft of tan to find the pink bud of Saarna’s nipple. Erude moaned to the gentle whimperings of the rabbit, his tongue circling the bumpy areola, tasting the milk which would soon flow as Saarna grew fat and heavy with his seed. Flushed by the intoxicating wine, he raised his brown face, eyes volcanic, to look into the face of the slave. 

“Tell me,” he said. “Have you tasted wine?”

“My lord, I…” Saarna averted his gaze, unable to look into the face of Erude, for such was akin to gazing into the very sun itself. 

“Then, would you like to?” Erude asked. 

The rabbit placed his trembling hands on Erude’s arms, daring to look into the volcanic gaze of the cat. “I-I… If my lord wishes, for I am but his servant.”

“Indeed, you are,” the cat purred. 

Dipping a finger into the jug, he swirled his hand, then producing the dripping claw, brought his finger to Saarna’s mouth. His claw dripped crimson, thick as fresh blood, which dribbled down Saarna’s chin as his mouth opened. His lips encircled Erude’s finger, suckling the heady brew from the cat’s claw. The salty tang of Erude’s flesh mingled with the sweet, noxious wine, making the rabbit’s head swim. His cheeks bloomed scarlet, his vision murky as the potent elixir overwhelmed his brain. 

“Have some more?” Erude laughed. 

He brought the jug to his lips and filled his mouth until his cheeks did bulge comically. Then, letting the jug fall from his hand to shatter upon the marble in a spray of vibrant crimson, he brought his mouth to Saarna’s. There was no resistance from the rabbit, Saarna’s lips parted, his mouth opening the hot rush of sweet wine which burned his throat with the fiery heat of Erude’s passion. The cat’s wanting mouth claimed the trembling lips while a trickle of red, like that of blood, slid down Saarna’s chin to drip into the fur of his chest. Saarna’s hands found the white pectorals of the cat, falling to the velvet soft fur of the feline’s quivering belly. The rabbit’s womanhood wept, gushing with the fragrant nectar of desire. Erude’s tongue swirled in the sweet morass of red wine and the taste of Saarna’s flesh, lapping the heady mixture so that his mind was awhirl with the need to take the slave here and now. 

“Ha,” Erude gasped, pulling his mouth from that of the rabbit. 

Saarna gulped the noxious brew, his eyes fever bright. His chest heaved, his thighs damp with the sweet honey which seeped from his slick blossom. 

“My lord,” he sighed. “I-I must, we must.”

“Yes, my Saarna,” replied the cat. 

Through the open portal, guarded by a short railing, the sleeping world sat radiant in the moonlight. Twin pillars of gold, wrought in the form of twisting, many suckered tentacles, rose to join the ceiling, supporting the vast chamber as the pair embraced. Liquid moonlight reflected from the glint of gold around Saarna’s crimson throat and such a sight did bring Erude to dip his slim fingers between the glistening thighs of the swooning rabbit. The soft, wet petals of Saarna’s dripping blossom were as the dew soaked roses which filled the gardens. The pungent aroma was more appealing than the finest perfume. The rabbit sighed at his touch, his flower blooming, ready to be taken. Erude plucked his slick fingers from Saarna’s pussy, glistening strings of syrupy honey dangled from his claws, which the cat did not hesitate to suck from each slender finger as an emperor did pluck sweet grapes from the stem.

“Come, we must make haste to the bed.”

Squatting as a grim monarch above the other furniture was the great bed of Erude. A massive canopy, swaddled in red silk, the sheets were of satin, the blankets of velvet. Pillows heaped themselves against the headboard like the pleading supplicants who threw their bodies against the broad doors of the temple until they shattered themselves in their ardor. Erude, one arm around the slim waist of Saarna, would pull back the grand curtain, revealing the crimson field for which the pair would meet in their passionate battle. Inflamed by the wine and his mounting lust, Erude’s cock throbbed, pulsing with painful erection, such was his desire as Saarna clambered onto the bed. The rabbit, too, was enthralled, his every essence turned to that of the cat. Gone was his timorous shaking, his eyes narrowing, his mouth a delicate bloom of craven lust. For such was the home ground of the pleasure slave. Trained since birth for but one purpose, to bring shrieking climax to his lord. 

Erude climbed into the bed, not bothering to draw the curtains. He wrapped his arms around the rabbit, his lips suckling what remained of the red wine from Saarna’s gleaming throat. The rabbit responded with a moan, his lips claiming those of Erude. His arms flung themselves around Erude’s neck, his mouth hungrily devouring the trembling jaws of his lover. Erude was taken aback, suddenly finding himself on the defense. The cunning rabbit advanced, his tongue leading the charge to slither between the plump, blue petals of Erude’s lips. He slid along the roof of the cat’s mouth, his fingers finding the pointed ear, tugging so that Erude had no choice but to give in. The cat’s body quivered, his strength ebbing as the rabbit sought to tear his lips from the swollen mouth. Stained blue with the paint of his love, Saarna’s mouth found that ear, his tongue slipping down the canal to swirl in Erude’s brain until the cat could not hope to stand against the sweetly aching tortures of the rabbit. 

His strength fading, Erude found himself borne to the bed, his back meeting the soft velvet as the rabbit now towered above him. Saarna’s face beamed more radiant than the sun, illuminating the bedchamber as he straddled the Siamese. He lowered himself, his belly meeting that of Erude’s, his nipples erect against the cat’s panting chest. 

“My lord,” the rabbit’s voice spoke in a sultry whisper. “I am trained to bring the most exquisite of pleasures to those who are worthy.”

“And tell me, Saarna,” said Erude. “Am I worthy of such pleasures?”

Saarna exhaled slowly, his breath a hot gust upon the cheeks of the cat as his lips would graze the trembling mouth, lips smeared with sapphire paint. “For you,” he said. He reached for Erude, the cat closing his eyes as the delicate fingertips lightly touched the quivering orbs. “I would give such ecstasy.”

“U-Ungh…” Erude’s voice trailed off into a deep groan as those gentle fingers did traced the curves of his furry cheeks. 

Saarna’s lips met his nose, slipping down his ripe mouth to his delicate chin. Erude let his head fall back, offering his throat to the rabbit, who supped upon the sweet flesh, his desires growing in his belly as he descended. Pushing up from his elbows, Erude arched his back, his narrow chest given to the lips of the rabbit. Saarna’s mouth wandered across the snowy fur, finding the treasure which he sought. A bud of bright pink had dared to thrust itself from the swaying field of Erude’s fur and now, the rabbit did claim that erect nub. His tongue swirled around the pink areola, suckling, flicking the nipple to make Erude whimper in his arms. How the master had become the slave, and the slave that of the master in but a mere heart’s beat. Erude collapsed upon the bed, Saarna taking him in his arms. The rabbit’s mouth traveled the sloping belly, heaving with the tortured sobs of the cat. His lips closed around the oasis of Erude’s navel, his tongue descending into that deep, dark well to lap the squirming pleasures from the bawling feline. 

Still, the rabbit was not done, for he then fell to the lower belly, his lips pressing to the soft expanse above Erude’s pubic fur. 

“My lord,” the rabbit cried out. His ears swiveled, his green eyes agleam as he turned his face up at the cat. “Why, you have a womb!”

Heat blossomed at the cheeks of Erude. “I do, slave. Are you surprised?”

“Only, my lord, that I am most adept at giving you pleasure everywhere,” replied Saarna. “I shall be remiss to not bring you quivering joy.”

“No, Saarna, you do not have to… to do that,” replied the cat. “I do not require such attention.”

“But, I simply must,” the rabbit said. 

His fingers played along Erude’s lower belly, the cat’s stomach gurgling, growing heavy with a strange warmth as his flower began to open. Erude moaned, his slackening anus gaping, leaking the pungent nectar as his stirring womanhood would overtake him. His cock pulsed, erect, weeping its virile tears as his slender thighs rose, spreading to the rabbit. Saarna lowered his mouth to the leaking tip, slurping the bitter dew which flowed from the gaping urethra. His tongue slid down the plump undershaft, his lips pressing to the base of Erude’s cock. His fingers found the cat’s swollen balls, cupping the delicate orbs to lift them from the deep crevasse they guarded. 

“I shall please you, my lord,” he said. 

His hands found the firm cheeks, spreading them to reveal the weeping, puckered ring which opened before his eyes. His lips would meet that blossoming mouth with a kiss to blast the air from Erude’s lungs. The cat screeched his love to the heavens, stirring the eldritch horrors from their eons of slumber, to rouse the the jealous elder gods from their tombs to watch with envy as he, a mortal, would find the joys that no such being could ever hope to attain. 

“A-Ah, yes,” he screamed. “Yes, Saarna.”

Saarna’s tongue slid around the puffy ring, tasting the musk and sweat of his lover. The warm scents of Erude’s body were as a perfume in the nose of the rabbit. He inhaled the rich odor, savoring the aroma of the shrieking feline. Slowly, his tongue would come to that gaping anus, the tip probing, slipping into the warm, soft wetness of that alien world. Erude’s blue eyes snapped open, his screeching lusts becoming screams of sudden terror. 

“A-Ah, Saarna. I… I--No, that’s enough!”

The cat turned with a wave of his hand, claws raking the furry cheek of the startled slave. Saarna clapped a hand to his smarting cheek, his slick cunny running freely with the warm honey of his lust, dashed now by the pained outburst of the cat. 

“My lord,” the rabbit stammered. He sat up, crossing his wrists in the manner of supplication. “I have offended you? I am sorry, I have forgotten my place.”

Erude lay on his hip, his long legs drawn up so that knees were to his chin. His eyes were wide as saucers, two moons of brightest blue, reflecting a primal fear which made his fur bristle. His narrow chest heaved like a bellows, his breath a rasp which pumped from his panting mouth. Too close, he realized, far too close. 

“It is… It is fine, Saarna,” he said at last. “I am just not to be touched in such a place.”

“My lord?” the rabbit then replied. “Does it shame you?”

The cat sat up on his knees, his legs folded beneath him. His back turned to the rabbit, his brown tail curled around his waist, the golden girdle jingling softly as he shifted his weight. “Shame me? Why, such arrogance for a slave.” He thrust his muzzle defiantly into the air. “I am a leader of this cult, I have no shame, much less that I was blessed to carry the womb of a female.”

Erude’s ears swiveled, catching the soft scuff of furred palms on the velvet bedspread. Warm, wet breath blew gently on his shoulder, the scents of clove and vanilla carried on the sweetly alluring breeze. In spite of his anger at the rabbit, he could not help but to gulp as Saarna’s slender fingers fell upon his shoulders. The rabbit’s lips, so soft were they, grazed his ear, sending ripples down his spine so that the cat would arch his back with a gasp. Those fingers would play down his back, claws scratching at his fur. Up, came Saarna’s hands, wrapping around his shoulders, fingers splaying across his chest to slide down his quivering belly to come to a rest below his navel. Within Erude, there churned a new desire, a feeling the cat was finding not unpleasant. 

“I see now, my lord,” Saarna whispered. “You are still a virgin.”

At this, the feline whirled, his face a mask of anger. Seeing the calm, green eyes of the rabbit, one ear dangling over his face, Erude began to relax. His lower lip, he gnawed, heedless to the blue which now stained his teeth. 

“I am no virgin,” he mumbled. “I have been with many a slave, many a servant who bore the seed of our master.”

“But never have you been given that same pleasure,” said Saarna. “Is it not true, my lord?”

“I… Yes,” replied the Siamese. “It is true.” He wrapped his arms around himself as Saarna’s hands spread across his back. “I cannot allow it, Saarna. Not from anyone and no one is to ever know.”

The rabbit’s lips fell to the back of his neck, the warmth suffusing his flesh. 

“Saarna, what are you doing?” asked Erude. 

The rabbit’s kisses traveled down his neck, between his shoulder blades, the rabbit still lowering himself. “You may order me to stop at any time, my lord.”

But Erude instead felt himself falling, tumbling onto his belly, his hips raised as Saarna’s kisses found the base of his tail. The rabbit’s gentle hands curled around his erect penis, playing along the veined flesh like raindrops. 

“Oh,” Erude moaned. “Oh, Saarna.”

He gripped the blanket, his legs spreading, opening his flower to the ministrations of the rabbit. 

“Are you certain, my lord?” Saarna would ask. 

“Please, before I change my mind,” the cat answered. 

Saarna’s mouth circled once more the gaping ring, his tongue pressing into the wet, slack gap. This time, he would find no resistance. With the ease which comes through the lifetime of education afforded to the pleasure slaves, the rigorous practice of bringing about exquisite bliss to those who craved such escape, Saarna’s tongue began its fearsome dance. Curling, darting, he slithered deep, swirling the wet, quivering walls of Erude’s rectum. The cat gripped the blanket until his knuckles were white, his mouth agape in a scream of elation which alas, could not come for the breath had been so joyously blasted from his lungs. His vision swam, his belly ached and Erude could only whimper, begging the rabbit for more. Saarna’s tongue pulled back, rubbing against the muscled walls, his breath hot on the button of Erude. 

“Now the master has become the slave,” he said. His hand slid around Erude’s belly, circling his stomach. “And the slave has become the master.” 

“Saarna,” groaned Erude. “You are an artist. I see that your education in the harems of our master has not gone to waste.”

Saarna’s tongue leapt once more into the alien, wet world of Erude’s hungering womb, caressing the gates which led to such fertile bliss, making the cat’s cock weep freely with the bitter tears of his desires. Erude buried his face into the velvet blanket, sobbing his joy as his hips would tilt, his legs spreading wider. Saarna’s fingers wound around the cat’s cock, stroking now, sliding down the veined pillar of throbbing manhood, finding such a rod to his liking. His belly grew hot, his wet blossom dripping the honey of his desire. He craved the cat as the cat would crave him, such was the skill of the pleasure slaves, bred to be bred. He plucked his lips from Erude’s anus, leaving a shimmering trail of saliva and the gushing of Erude’s own nectar to seep into the fur of the cat’s thigh. 

Never had the Siamese been so thrilled. How his belly did quake with a new, raw thrill which he had never known. He licked his lips, craving the bitter tang of virile seed, the hot pump of raw life which would bloat his fertile womb. Erude’s ears pricked up, the cat shaking his head. No, what was he thinking? Such ideas were nonsense. But, the warm haze of Saarna was not to be denied. Swaddling him like a blanket, the rabbit’s aroma, the scent of musk and the fertile perfume of his feminine sex, coaxed him into a giddy intoxication. Erude rolled onto his back, his cock thrusting towards the canopy of his great bed. The rabbit was perched above him now, his thighs, slick with his own juice, straddled Erude’s waist. 

“I believe this is in the way, my lord,” said Saarna. He plucked the jeweled girdle from Erude’s waist, letting the glimmering belt fall from the bed with a rattle of metal on the cool marble. 

Slowly, Saarna would lower himself, his eyes never leaving the hungering orbs of his lord. Erude, propped on his elbows, could only watch in slack-jawed stupefaction as the rabbit pushed himself back, his muzzle plunging into the dark scruff of the feline’s pubic fur. The scents of sweat and the natural odor of Erude’s body rose from that tangled jungle, filling the nostrils of the rabbit. He quested the untamed wilderness of his lover, his tongue cutting a path which led to the quivering rod of masculine beauty which rose up from the bramble as if to challenge the very gods themselves. Such was the hardened cock of Erude, every bit as glorious as the feline who possessed it. The flesh was pink, like coral, crowned with the spongy arrowhead which was Erude’s weeping tip. Shimmering opalescent in reds and greens, the glimmering jewel that was the bead of Erude’s precum shone like a diamond in the scepter of the high-priest himself. Such a gem was too precious to be simply wiped away, it would not do. 

Licking his black lips, Saarna met the tip of Erude with a kiss, sipping the bitter precum from the cat’s flowing tip. Pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, he savored the tang of the feline as if his essence were a fine wine with which to make his head swim. Far more grand than the sweet, crimson brew which still stained his fur, the elixir of his love made Saarna go bold, hungering for more. He pressed his lips to the flowing tip, his tongue slithering along the plump undershaft. Fingers found the trembling rod, tracing the pumping veins which pulsed with the heat of Erude’s desires. The cat moaned, watching the rabbit wrap his lips around his cock, seeing the claws, clear as glass, honed to a sharpness which was at once horrifying and enthralling, so carefully gliding down his hot, hard flesh. Fingers cupped his churning balls, squeezing so gently as Saarna’s muzzle plummeted. The rabbit plunged into the nest of pubic fur, taking Erude’s cock deep, letting it slide down his gullet to pump its intoxicating brew into his empty belly. There to swirl amidst the wine, the cat’s precum stoked the flames of Saarna’s desire. The rabbit, forgetting his place, would seek to claim his love, sliding up Erude’s shaft, his lips closing, milking the cat who closed his eyes, his mouth pressed into a thin line as he only moaned his contentment. 

Saarna’s thumbs circled the fat orbs of Erude’s balls, churning with the fresh seed which made them swell into ripe plums. Faster, he fell, rising, suckling the tender flesh. His tongue pierced the gaping urethra, sending Erude into a squalling fit of jubilation. The feline would howl his love to the heavens, spurning the gods themselves in their frosty palaces among the stars. Erude’s belly clenched, his lust a monster which threatened to burst forth from within him. Never before had anyone roused such a need from the cat and none, he believed, could never do so again. He found himself wanting the rabbit, desiring the humble slave in ways which brought an icy tendril of fear to caress his spine. He could not give himself to such a creature, it was unseemly. Yet, the pleasure, the wondrous joy which only Saarna could give him. 

“Oh, Saarna,” wept the Siamese. “Oh, oh yes.”

His cock lurched, spurting forth a string of sticky semen and his balls screamed to release. 

“O-Oh, I can’t,” Erude wailed. “I fear that I must release.”

Saarna slipped his lips from Erude’s member, leaving the cat’s cock slick and shiny. His fingers circled the spongy tip, gliding around the hot flesh, his palm rubbing at the weeping glans. “You forget, my lord, that I am an expert in the arts of pleasure? Only I may decide when you will release.”

“Wicked creature,” the cat hissed. “Do you seek to defy me? To make yourself the master?”

“Do you wish me to release you, my lord?” came the question. 

“N-No,” muttered Erude. He chewed his lower lip. “Um, continue, please.”

The rabbit’s ears drooped behind his head, his green eyes glittering bright as emeralds to eclipse the gleaming gold around his throat. “It is said that the pleasure slave is the master of the bed, my lord. Such a domain is a battlefield on which I hold the advantage.”

“Just… Just continue,” Erude said. Though it was Saarna who should have averted his gaze, Erude found that he could not meet the emerald eyes of the rabbit. “Please, Saarna.”

The rabbit’s pussy glistened between his sleek, wet thighs, his body craving the flesh of his lord. He rose on his knees, his fingers running through the tangle of damp pubic fur. “My lord,” he said. His fingers found the slick lips, pink as fresh spring rose, glistening with the morning dew. “Before we begin, would you not care to have a taste?”

Erude gulped, not for the last time that night, seeing the rabbit spread his fingers. The delicate petals parted, revealing the cavernous depths of his feminine sex. 

When Saarna spoke, his voice seemed to come from all around Erude, a thick, hungering rasp which poured into his ears like most intoxicating wine. Smokey and sensual, heavy with the hot, animal lust of raw sex. “Come, my lord, and devour your slave.”