[b]Svarga[/b]


I lay on Amir's chest, comfortably tucked under the sheets after a long day. Idly I watch the dim, flickering shadows on the wall that are cast by the last few candles that will burn out soon. The thumping heart beneath my ear beats slow and steady, and weren't it for the clawed fingers that still crawled over by back, I would have assumed the tiger was asleep already.

He loved to touch me - did so on every occasion. I enjoy it too. It feels good to be desired, to be appreciated. And Amir is a gentle and loving man, very passionate and considerate. I love to touch him too. This hulking, strong, powerful cat. His thick biceps, his pudgy stomach, his muscled back, his chiseled jaw, his long nose and those prickly whiskers that feel like kissing a cactus...

"Hmpf..." Closing my eyes, I push my face into his white chest fur and inhale a healthy does of his patchouli-oil laced body. He's so warm, presses us close together and when I feel his thick whiskers brush through the fur on my head, he starts purring in a deep, carnal rumble. We don't say anything, there has been enough talking today. I'm actually just about to drift off to sleep, when a knock at the door disturbs our wholesome bliss.

Amir's steward comes in and bows. "I'm terribly sorry to disturb you at this late hour, my lord, but we have a.. visitor, that would like to see master Sundar. He said it's very urgent."

It's absolutely not at all common for someone to demand me, let alone at such a time, so I perk my ears. Though before I can ask the obvious question, my lord beat me to it. "Who?" he asks with measured caution.

"He said, his name is Charan."

"Charan?" I repeat perplexed. There was literally no reason for him to be here.

Amir remembered him too. "Sampath's leopard? What's he doing here?" he wonders, though the steward doesn't have an answer to that, only tells us that he looked pretty ruffled. "Where is he now?"

The steward goes a bit stiff at the question and calmly informs us - or better said his superior, "As per your security instructions, lord Amir, we currently hold him at the main gate." The man pauses briefly. "Shall I send him away?"

"Let him in," I say swiftly. "I'll meet him in the vestibule."

Though instead of heeding my command, the steward looks at Amir and only once he nods at him approvingly, did he bow out to do as told. No matter how much power, or liberty I possess within my lord's court, in terms of security, Amir is the single instance of command. I could spent half his fortune on frippery and no one would dare to stop me, but letting a nightly guest in? It feels a bit patronizing at times, I must admit.

"I'll come with you," my tiger rumbles as he rolls out of his pillows, though I push him back down. He doesn't resist, though gives me a questioning look.

"I think it's better if I see him alone for now. There's something up and I don't need to drag my lord into it just yet. I'll see what he wants. You stay here and keep the bed warm for me!"

"You do you," he chuckled while I put on a decent robe. On my way out, I give him a sassy wag of my tail.

The little palace, while still lit brightly, is quite calm. Our current home is in no way comparable to  the palaces of most other lords - side by side it would look outright tiny. No towers, or domes, or unnecessarily gargantuan gardens. Just a cozy, little mansion with a cozy, little orchard. You'd be wrong, though, to think that lord Amir was humble. Just practical! Since he commands six armies, we spent a lot of time on the road and travel to all corners of the realm. He possesses several small palaces like this to accommodate him and his entourage. Amir's main palace actually is quite pompous, though we barely ever spent much time there. I honestly don't mind, this life is very exciting and one many low-born can only dream about.

Quietly I enter the vestibule, which is basically a large foyer that's supposed to make up for the otherwise small place to impress guests. Coming from the second floor I can already see the clouded leopard waiting downstairs. He looks antsy, to say the least. His fur is a mess and his paws so dirty that he left a trail on his way in. He doesn't notice me, so I take another moment to observe him.

His tail is tucked, ears are low and he's trying to hide his head like a turtle. His hands fumble about and he's shivering occasionally, though neither from cold, nor the unemotional guard that  keeps an eye on him, I'd wager.

"Charan," I say on  my way down the stairs to make my presence known. He perks up, though only grows more nervous, as though I caught him stealing from the kitchen. With an encouraging smile, I beckon him closer and he does so with timid steps. I wave the guard away and grab the feline's shoulders, which feel cold and sag under my touch. "What are you doing here?" I ask innocently, then look him up and down and add, "You look horrible."

"I, guh..." His voice sounds sobbing and hoarse. "I'm sorry, I... have no... didn't know... he's completely mad and I-I... I couldn't... I ran, urgh... I don't know what to do!"

Calmly I study his form for a second. Since our first actual encounter at Chaidya's party a while ago, I was under the impression that Charan was quite candidly, or at least a horrible liar. His current state doesn't look feigned, so I'm inclined to believe him. "Now, now," I sooth and take his quivering hands into mine to draw his attention away from our granite floor. "Calm down and then tell me what happened. You... ran away? From lord Sampath?"

The name makes him flinch, though he nods. "He, erh... we were... hff!" The cat sniffles, then tries to focus his wet eyes on me, but fails. "He was in a bad mood and... choked me. I couldn't, couldn't take it anymore and k-kicked him." At that he pulls his hands from mine and covers his face in shame and angst. "I didn't mean to! He got so angry and, and... things only got worse... I..." He swallows the words down as if saying them aloud might drive me away. Instead he vaguely repeats, "I ran away. I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know where else to go."

I look down on his cowed form with pity and bewilderment. In the past, Charan always looked desperate and broken, but with that last, sad glimmer of strength that kept him going despite his hardships. I pitied him back then too, but I also admired this resigned endurance in him. Right now I see nothing of that, though, just a scared cat at the end of his rope. Maybe that gharial finally did manage to break him completely? It's hard to tell right now.

I don't actually owe him anything, though I feel like I owe him a small breather at least. I can afford it too and, maybe we can even derive a benefit from this situation, once he's a bit more stable and talkative. "Don't worry, you're safe for now," I say to calm him. Though whether I can extend that promise beyond this night is questionable. "Let's get you cleaned up first, then we'll find a spot for you to rest. I think it's best if you stay here for the night." Gently I pull him along towards the servants quarters where there is a small washing room.

He follows me timidly, though looks about as if a wild beast might jump out of the shadows. "W-will lord Amir approve of this? I... don't want to cause any trouble..."

I laugh his worry away. "Let that be my concern."


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It takes forever for Sundar to handle whatever there is for him to handle, up to the point where I consider to head downstairs myself to see what's up. Though that would probably upset him, so I stay put in the end. It gives me ample time to ponder on why lord Sampath's whipping boy came mewing at my front door in the middle of the night. There actually aren't that many plausible answers to that question - this reeks like a runaway! More interesting to me right now, is the question why he came to Sundar. I know they've talked, to some extend. Though that leopard couldn't possibly be desperate enough to come here for help, could he?!

I hope to receive some answers when my civet finally returns. He looks tired. Not just tired, but fatigued, so I invite him with a warm smile to crawl back into bed with me. He smells of soap and oil, though the cheap variant, not the stuff we normally use. "Well?" I ask and bring one hand to his scrawny shoulder to squeeze him a bit. "Did your new friend run off from home?"

Sundar sighs deeply, though doesn't bother yet to slip under the covers. He usually lets his fur air out after a bath, despite being mostly dry already. Right now, though, he looks completely dry. "He's not my friend," he states rather defensively. "And yes, he did ran off. Can't even blame him..."

In light of the awkward situation, I bite back a witty comment about the leopard's master and instead ask, "Why did he come to you, though?"

The civet laughs mirthlessly. "Well, since he doesn't even have one ally, or friend in his own house, he was left to chose between roaming the streets until Sampath's guards would sniff him out, or turn to the only person that actually deigned to speak to him." He turns his head to me and this time, the faint smile that flashed over his slender, dark muzzle looks genuine. Though it vanishes quickly. "He made a serious effort to find his way here, you know?"

I pout my lips at how emotional Sundar reacts to our unexpected guest. My guess is that he feels proud to have had such an impact on an unfortunate soul like this Charan and even managed to help him. Though he probably knows just as well as I do, that we're not an asylum and that harboring a feisty lord's favorite play thing will only bring trouble.

To procrastinate the inevitable and also to maybe get some more insight on how he feels about it, I dully remark, "So you accommodated him here?" For Sundar's sake, I'd be glad to at least defer this until the morning, but I know that such situations can develop a mind of their own quickly and I intend to keep this fuss under control. Lord Sampath is an important business partner, after all.

"For the night. In one of the empty guest quarters," he replies just as unassertive.

To ease the building strain in my neck, I lay my head down and exhale quietly, while thinking how to phrase this. To study Sundar's expression, I soon lean up again, though. I guess there's no gentle way to word this, so I don't even bother to assume a placative tone and simply say, "We should return him tomorrow. It will keep things easy and us on good terms with Sampath."

Sundar's face twists, though not into the unbearable expression of distaste I expected, but loathe to see on him. Instead, he seems torn, or undecided. "I know," he grumbles at length, his heavy-lidded eyes pointing away from me.

"What's the matter?" I ask with a weak smile and let my hand wander over his elongated chest. It doesn't seem to enliven him, but I keep going. "Compunction? Don't tell me you have a weak spot for the clouded leopard."

Contrary to my efforts, Sundar crosses his arms and averts his gaze even further from me. I let him steam for a moment and eventually his eyes do return. At least enough to stare right ahead. "If it was just Charan's life on the line..." He inhaled frantically. "...then I wouldn't be bothered this much. And I don't care that we'd do Sampath a favor. And I didn't feel compunction before, so why should I now?" He growls, which sounds adorable. He rarely ever growls, Sundar is a very composed man.

"Then wha--"

"It's the combination of the three that has me so... frustrated!" he blurts out, cutting me short. "Why should I abandon Charan to his fate, give this disgusting dick face what he wants AND feel bad about it?!" Now he does turn to look at me and his intense stare tells me that he's not just ranting, but actually asking that question. "I mean, if we at least could gain a benefit from this - a serious benefit - I wouldn't mind this much, but Sampath is an ungrateful bitch!"

"So, it's more about Sampath?" I ask softly, to let him prattle a bit. Even though it is a bit inappropriate to think this, Sundar is adorable when he's upset.

"No!" he hisses all but immediately. "This is about me! I do have a conscience, mind you. But I'm able and wiling to suppress it, when the situation benefits us. You know I've done things, the gods would condemn! But I also have compassion and I refuse to hand an innocent, already anguished kitten over to a sadistic man, who will nothing but hurt him. And for what? Just because it would be the easy way? The only good that will come of this, is Sampath's mood when he picks Charan apart." He looks at me again and, even though I'm a bit hesitant, I hold his gaze. "Do you know what that prick did to make him run away?

Not terribly keen to hear the full details, I nevertheless shake my head.

"He strangled the boy for a jolly time, just because he felt like it. And as always when he's worked up about something, he completely overdid it and nearly choked Charan to death. Which isn't even the worst part! When Charan fought for his life, Sampath completely lost it, beat him up and... Honestly? If that was it, Charan would probably have taken it and stayed. But apparently his lord decided that more punishment was in order and meant to rape him with a fire poker."

"A fire poker?!" I repeat shocked.

Sundar only nods. "In his desperation, Charan fought the fat gharial off, fled and found his way here." With a long, frustrated sigh, he then allows his temper to cool off. Finally he slips under the sheets and I pull him close to me, until he plants his forehead on my chest. "He doesn't deserve to be brought back to this man. No one deserves this misery."

"Hmm..." I make and press my chin down on his head. I can't help but agree with that. Though I can't put the reputation and well-being of my house above the mere life of a stray kitten. "Let's sleep over the matter. It's been a long day."


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I've slept a lot lately. So much in fact that it's becoming hard to find more of it, so I sit up on my humble, but soft bed and draw my fingers over the bruises beneath my fur to check on them. It's the third day now that I stay in lord Amir's palace, so I've healed quite a bit. But I'm still sore.

Sundar had told me to stay out of sight for the time being, until he could find a solution for my predicament. I am insanely grateful for his help and dutifully stayed in the room he prepared for me. I wouldn't do anything that could inconvenience the civet! He was so nice and kind. He got me chai and brought me food - actual food! Right now I would be content to be allowed to spent the rest of my life in this bedroom, though I know that's likely not going to happen.

It's a bit early for Sundar to come for me, though the knock at the door still brings a timid smile to my face. "Yes," I say and get up to greet my new... Well, I'd hesitate to call him my friend, but he's the closest thing I have to a friend, so...

"So that's where he tucked you away," a deep voice said when I opened the door. I gulp when I see the intimidatingly massive tiger on the other side of it and step back. "I thought it would be about time to finally meet my secret guest."

Left and right I look past the tiger, though find no trace of Sundar. I'm alone with the man whose house I sneaked into and a fear churns my gut that hurts like a punch. "L-lord Ami..." Would I be punished for intruding? Did I get Sundar in trouble? Or worse, would I be returned to lord Sampath now? I immediately drop to my knees and bow deeply to this man, just the way I would do for my own lord. "I am terribly sorry for my lack of manners, master!" I say and press my forehead to the ground in anticipation of a kick. Though none came.

"No, please," the feline says in a tone somewhere between pity and amusement. "Stand up. I was hoping to get a proper look at you."

"Of course, master!" I acknowledge and quickly get up to present myself. I still fear for my life, though I'm used to that and skillfully manage to keep my tail untucked and my ears raised. Lord Sampath never liked to be stared at, so I'm also used to looking down, though it might also be the tiger's impressive aura that forces me to avert my eyes coyly.

This man is nothing like my own lord! While lord Sampath resorts to violence and fear to assert his dominance, and generally appears unfriendly, strict, or polemic, this tiger was calm, proud and reigned the situation with his poise. He didn't need to have me crawling on the floor to feel above me - he simply was above me.

I feel him taking a look at me and sweat a bit under his silent judgement, until he does eventually say something, "Lord Amir will do just fine, Charan."

I'm surprised that he even knows my name. "Yes, ma-- lord Amir. Please apologize, I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

He accepts my words and goes right on, "I was pretty surprised when I was made aware of your presence and... also the reason for it." I flinch with embarrassment. Of course Sundar couldn't keep my presence secret from his lord. I never expected him to. "I've been pondering what to do with you, though I haven't finally decided yet."

I let out a silent sigh of relief at that. This means he's not set on sending me back yet. I absolutely must convince this man to spare me this fate! I'd do everything as long as I don't have to see lord Sampath again.

"Part of that decision depends on you, that's why I'm here. Let me be frank, you don't hold significant value to me," he says that without disdain in his voice, without judging me. He's just stating a fact. "But you might be of use. If you're willing to cooperate?"

With an immediate bow, I nearly stutter, "O-of course, lord Amir! If there is something I can do for you, please command my services!" I go stiff, when his large hand comes for me and reluctantly allow his white finger to push my chin up. He's staring right into my eyes with nothing but resolve and self-confidence.

"Good," he says with a smile. "In that case, I would like to have a talk with you. Afterwards we will determine your whereabouts." He releases my chin, steps aside and gestures through the open door. "How about we move this to my study and get us some chai?"

I don't really have anything else to say, but, "Yes, master," and follow the tiger through his modest mansion into a small, but rather colorful and cozy study room with a little desk and a seating area where we eventually take place. The large map on the wall is the first ever glance I have on the entirety of what I think is Kalpit Pradesh. I can't make much sense of it, probably wouldn't even be able to pin down my current location in a province capital, were I to examine the map more thoroughly. But it gives me a sense of how large this country is and how small and unimportant I am in comparison. When I left my village, just a few years ago, I felt like I could conquer it all!

Unsurprising, lord Amir wanted to talk about lord Sampath and my situation in his charge - in detail! I told him everything. How he treated me, what he did to me, the things he enjoyed and despised, whom he saw, where he traveled, I told the tiger everything he wanted to know, as best I could. He listened closely, took notes even. I don't know what he needs all these information for, and I don't care to learn. If I'm spared lord Sampath's doubtlessly gruesome vengeance, I'd spill every dark secret. Otherwise, I'm as good as dead anyway.

Hours pass and I grow a bit tired while reliving the worst part of my life, but I don't fail to satisfy lord Amir. He's content with my answers, doesn't get upset, or anything, and he's honestly rather pleasant to talk to. Especially considering what I'm used to. Eventually, though, the tiger brings up the matter at hand again, and I tense.

Putting his notes aside, lord Amir leans back, crosses his legs and looks at me. "You will probably understand that now, after what you just told me, I don't exactly have an interest to return you to Sampath. I don't want him to know what I know. And I believe you will be just as talkative to him as you have been to me, if for different reasons."

I nod slowly, with a glimmer of hope. "I understand..."

"On the other hand, I can't hide you forever. And releasing you on the city's streets would be the equivalent of presenting you to Sampath. His guards are still looking for you, I've been informed."

I nod again, afraid of how that sounds. "What... what will you do with me...?" I ask, peering up in hopes to find mercy in his sharp eyes.

Lord Amir's gaze is patient, but not exactly mild. "I could send you away, if that is your wish," he eventually explains. "Far away from here, to a remote village, outside of Sampath's reach. It would be a humble life, but you'd be safe."

Even though it might upset the tiger, I ponder on his proposal for a moment. He actually could straight out kill me and dump my corpse into a river and be done with it. No one would suspect him. I'd just be a runaway, perished on the flight. Though his words sound genuine. And, honestly, I should accept this chance without thinking about it twice. Anything to get away from this crocodile!

Though this life is everything I know. I'd be able to do without the pomp and luxury, I don't care anymore whether I am appreciated, or tolerated, and I'm used to eating filth. Though sleeping on the mud floor of a drafty hut seems like a distant concept to me now, despite the fact that I've come from there. And what would I do, once I'm back to being a poor cat? I don't have money, don't have a trade, I don't know anyone, I don't even know where I'd be dumped. The only thing I do know is how to get fucked! And there really is only one place someone like me could end up in.

"You're not inclined?" lord Amir notices.

He doesn't sound angry, though I nevertheless bow apologetically. "I am very sorry, master. This is a gracious offer and I would be thankful for your mercy."

"That doesn't answer my question, though." He waits patiently, though I awkwardly keep silent. I'm used to having other people decide for me. "Speak your mind, Charan."

Being asked for my opinion, or desires is such a rare occurrence for me, that I'm completely overwhelmed. Especially now that the future of my life depends on my answer. I don't know what to say, or do, so after another awkward pause I simply share my fear. "I... don't know if I could make it in such a life. Alone. I don't have anyone. I never worked, outside of a harem."

"I see..." lord Amir muses calmly. This man just offered me to safe my life and I basically turned him down and he isn't even irked by that! He's just brooding. Although the tiger is staring at me quite intently, which makes me nervous. And he's not just studying my expression, but the rest of me as well. "Well," lord Amir eventually says, "There might be another option for you..."

When he doesn't elaborate, I carefully ask, "And what would that be, master?"

The tiger's muzzle opens as though he wants to say something, though then he closes it again, sucks in his cheeks and eventually abruptly stands. Out of reflex I immediately do the same. "We'll see... I need to give this some more thought. And I told you to address me with my proper title."

Lord Sampath would punish me instantly whenever I called him anything but my master, so naturally it's a bit difficult for me to shed the force of habit. But I try to burn the newly reminder into my brain. I -need- to stay on this man's good side! "Of course, lord Amir. Please apologize," I say with a deep bow, then flinch with a soft, "hmmph..." when the tiger's large, heavy palm lands on my shoulder with a slap.

"Cheer up, Charan!" lord Amir says with an encouraging smile. "Sampath won't hurt you anymore. And neither will I."

His hand squeezes me gently and his words sound genuine, though I still have a hard time believing that promise. Actually, his friendly slap feels more like a threat to my twisted mind. I feel so embarrassed and damaged, though I still try to smile back. "Th-thank you for your kindness, lord Amir!"

He breaks the contact and gestures me out of his study. He's probably a busy man and can't afford to waste all day on a good-for-nothing like me. Though he nevertheless takes the time to tell me, "I need to ask you to stay inside for now, but you're free to walk the house. Must have been boring to be penned up in that room."

"I... Thank you very much for your hospitality, lord Amir!"

"Actually, I'm hosting a private, little party in the parlor tonight. Nothing too fancy, just some music, a show, or two and dinner. I would be delighted if you attend!"

I'm a bit taken aback by the sudden invitation and not sure whether I should accept readily, or politely decline, because there's no way a fine lord like this tiger would really want to have a pathetic nuisance like me on his party. Eventually I go with, "I would be honored to. If you really think it would be appropriate for me to come?" Maybe Sundar will be there too? I would like to ask, but that might be impolite, so I don't.

"Absolutely! I'll send a servant to take you to the dressing room later. Then you can pick out a nice outfit."


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"It's too early," Sundar says, after a moment of consideration, with a shake of his head. His answer, though, as well as the fact that he hesitated before he gave it, tells me that he's at least not completely averse to the idea.

If I'm being honest, I have to agree with him, though the problem is, "We're running out of time." It's unlike me to rush such matters, but the impact, any more delay might result in, could be unpleasant. "He's been here for over two weeks now. I can suspend our departure for another two weeks at the most, but I already issued marching orders to the troops and you know how I hate to scamper after them and set up camp last minute."

He knows fully well. And he also knows that it's not just my own opinion, but that it would also be unbefitting for a lord to dawdle in comforts, while his men head out for duty, so Sundar doesn't give me backtalk. I'm pretty sure he also knows about the most momentous reason for my haste, but I state the obvious anyway.

"If we're going to do this, we're doing it now! It will be unpleasant for Charan, but I won't steal him away from Sampath and have this nasty scale hide spread rumors about me, or worse. I will not stumble into a scandal with him! I either step on his tail myself, or I'll send Charan to the boondocks, whether he wants, or not."

My little civet is pouting at me, though I once again don't receive any objections. Decisions like these were bound to come up, when he took the clouded leopard in. And Charan's actions would have consequences, that the cat wold have to face eventually. I spared both of them the discomfort of having to deal with this for as long as I could, out of affection for my paramour and compassion for Charan's situation. But I don't rule the entire world, just a small portion of it.

I don't know exactly why, but Sundar has been oddly protective of his lost kitten. My best guess is that he feels responsible for him, especially now that, in accordance to my initial... let's call it a whim, the three of us have come to know each other a lot closer. Even now he's quarreling with the idea and looking this way and that, despite the fact that I already told him every possible outcome of this situation. "I don't think he's ready..." he says and gives me a coy look with those dark pearls.

That damn civet can melt my heart, but not my brain. "Pakshi!" I call loudly and swiftly a handsome, young Trogon enters the sitting room and bows his blue beak to me. "Send Charan to us," I tell the manservant and he bows again with the obligatory 'yes, my lord'. I watch his long, yellow tail feathers bob on his way out and for some reason that sight gives me a boost of confidence, even though I didn't really need it. I know what I want and I know what I'm doing!

"He's tough," I say in Sundar's direction and mean it. Charan has endured a lot. And with my support, he can endure just a bit more and hopefully shake off Sampath's yoke for good. "He's made tremendous progress since he got here. And I dare say he feels somewhat comfortable around us."

"Comfortable enough to make such a commitment?"

I don't give in to his lament. "I think Charan can make his own decisions."

As if on cue, the clouded leopard enters the room and timidly walks up to us. He is still cautious in his behavior, usually needs a while to feel at ease around us, or, well, me in specific. But Charan's tail is untucked and he's making an effort not to slouch. He gives Sundar a coy smile, but naturally addresses me first. "You wanted to see me, lord Amir?" he says with a bow.

"Indeed," I nod and briefly consider to let the cat standing in light of this rather official meeting. It might have been more appropriate, but I eventually gesture for Charan to take a seat. "You might be aware that we're planning to go out of town soon?" I ask, cutting right to the chase, and he nods. "Which leaves the question what to do with you, Charan. Relocating you is not off the table yet, but I've got another proposal for you."

The leopard swallows and his long, bushy tail curls around his leg. "I-I'm grateful for your consideration, my lord..." he mumbles rather plainly and the feeling that Sundar was right once again solidifies.

I move on nonetheless. These two might be hesitant, but I can't afford such luxury. Ironic, isn't it? "I could offer you a place in my house. You would enjoy my support and protection." The boy does lighten up some at that, though that only makes the next part of this harder for me. I've pondered a long time on how exactly I'm going to ease Charan into this proposal, to not overwhelm him. But I fear there's not nearly enough time to accomplish this. I also don't want to lure this desperate man with sweet promises, or pressure him, so I eventually decided to just outright state my business, "I would like to offer you a position in my personal harem, Charan."

"Oh, that's..." I notice the slightest trace of surprise on his golden, spotted face. That crumbling bit of hope in his pale brown eyes. Though he deftly downplays every negative emotion in his features and gives me a fleeting fake smile. "That's... I'm very..."

Desire swells in my chest. Charan is such a precious, little boy and I want him to be mine! It actually might scare him off, but I feel the need - and the right - to state my intentions. "You are a handsome man," I say in a soft tone and lean a bit over to the leopard to catch his eye. He's having a hard time to meet my imperious gaze. "I enjoyed your company during the past few days. And I'd like to intensify our relationship - given time. I and Sundar too."

Charan looks up and my civet gives him an encouraging nod to express his approval, otherwise remains silent, though.

Before Charan can mumble another reply, I move on. This was hardly all of it yet! "I don't mean to discourage you, Charan, but this option would come with a catch: You would have to face Sampath again." Now he does tense up significantly. To calm his nerves, I resolutely add, "With me. Together. Not alone." It doesn't seem to help much, though.

The poor cat swallows his fear down and croaks a weak, "W-why...?"

With a tad of frustration, I let out a sigh. I'm not exactly keen on the plan either, I don't like to play Sampath's games. But I fear it's necessary to make this work. I also fear this might be harder for Charan to understand that it is for Sundar. The civet has been with me for many years and knows about the troubles of a noble's life.

I try to explain the situation as simple as possible, "Let's assume, I'd simply take you with me. Then Sampath would have the initiative. He's still looking for you. He could demand you back. Strew gossip. He could make legitimate claims and I wouldn't be able to defy them easily. I would have stolen you away. That would cast a bad light on me. But by openly accepting you, right in front of him, I would retain initiative. Your change of employment would be a legitimate act. And Sampath could do nothing, except bitch about it, which would only ridicule him more."

Truth be told, Sampath's wrath might become an issue in the future, but I've got plans for that already. It's not as if I was seriously considering to stay on good terms with him forever - if you even want to call our current relationship to be on good terms, that is. We're mostly connected by business: My troops gotta eat and he's got one of the biggest supplies and some of the lowest rates. And of course I'm aware that he's trying to monopolize the local agriculture to have leverage over warlord's like me. Sneaky pest! But I won't allow a common-born upstart to best me, just you wait.

None of that has to do anything with Charan, though, who is giving me a concerned and confused look. "I... don't understand..." he admits softly. I can't even blame the boy. Men like Sampath keep their toys dumb and docile. What a waist of potential to suppress all talent around you, just to feel special yourself.

"Big lords like to play foolish games and us small folk are their pawns," Sundar fills in for me. And that more than basic explanation seems to tell Charan all he needed. My civet has a way to get through to all sorts of people, especially commoners. One more reason to adore him.

"Indeed," I conclude the matter to move on to the final piece of information for the, hopefully, new addition to my beloved assortment of nightly companions. I'm not going to accept Charan into my inner circle just out of pity! He is a handsome feline, an interesting fellow and I think he can flourish into a beautiful character with a bit of time and aid. I want to explore this man, play with him and watch him find himself. But first things first. "You'd have to... perform a little act," I explain carefully. For me it's just a prank to show Sampath up, but for Charan it must mean so much more. "I want to rub you under Sampath's nose. A statement to mark you as mine, in a way this fish face understands. It's... I won't lie, it's probably going to be unpleasant for you. But it's nothing you can't do!"

"We will prepare you. And Amir will be with you the whole time," Sundar adds and I nod in compliance.

Understandably, though, the clouded leopard doesn't seem particularly inclined. He's fidgeting with his hands and basically tries to sink into the upholstery. I'd love to spare him the inconvenience, but this is the only way that will work for him -and- me. To focus on the brighter side of things, I eventually tell him, "Once we're done with this, we'll leave the city and you don't have to worry about Sampath ever again. I can provide you a comfortable life within my harem."

"W-whu..." The leopard sniffles, then tries to clear his voice. "Why would you even want me in your harem?" he asks, sounding almost a bit defensively. Then, though, he's sinking further into the pillows and, with shame, averts his eyes completely for a moment. "I'm... used..."

His behavior, as well as his notion, while uncalled-for to bring forth in the presence of a lord like me, is understandable and I don't hold it against Charan. As someone coming from the trade, he is just as aware as I am of the fact that priorly 'enjoyed' harem workers are generally considered unfit to serve a new master. Or simpler said, Why would a nobleman fuck another nobleman's garbage?! I always found these impossible purity standards ridiculous. Sure, you can have a fun time deflowering an innocent lad. But, personally, I've found that riper fruits taste the sweetest.

Hiring another man's harem boy - and doing so openly - is indeed a rather unusual thing to do for a high-born. But given the nature of this 'deal', I can easily pass it off as giving Sampath a wipe and nothing more. It would be unheard off for a lord to say such things openly, but the truth is, "I don't consider your past a hindrance for your future. You are much more than just a disposable something."

From his look, I'd say the kitten would beg to differ. "And I'm unsightly..." He's grabbing his arm tightly and says that as if he's trying to make himself untempting to me. "I have a kinked tail and a hunch. And my shoulder is scarred ..."

All of those 'flaws' as well as some more, were not lost on me actually. I'll admit, after getting to know him a bit, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off Charan. He is a beautiful clouded leopard with somewhat of a rare, vibrantly yellowish pelt. I condemn Sampath for what he did to this magnificent body, though Charan's looks do not displease me in the slightest. "Your body tells a story. But I think you are a beautiful man, Charan." He actually cracks a genuine, if very brief smile at the compliment. I wonder how long it's been since someone made him a compliment. With a little chuckle, my eyes flick over to the civet sitting a bit further to my left. "Did you never notice that Sundar's tail is slightly shorter than it's supposed to be?"

"Amir!" my little civet growls and gets all flustered. It's too adorable.

"He's shy about it and tries to hide it, but it's true!" I jibe, grinning at my beloved. "You don't play with your butt on the road, unless you want a cart to run over your tail. Even I got taught this as a child and my butt never even sat on a road!"

Sundar gives me an evil stare and angles his pointy nose upwards in the way he always does when he's sending me a silent threat. Oh well, I guess I'm getting my come-uppance tonight. I can hardly wait! Which brings me back to the matter at hand.

"Anyway. What do you say, Charan?" I ask calmly in the feline's direction. "Would you like to take service with me?"

As I expected, Charan is still hesitant. And also appears really reluctant, or at least very insecure about my proposal. "I-I would be glad to accep--" he says nonetheless, though gets interrupted by Sundar before he can finish the sentence.

"You do have a choice, Charan!" the civet insists and I can only nod in agreement. "If you don't want to stay with us, that's fine. Nothing bad will happen to you and Amir won't get upset."

The leopard is silent for a moment and we give him time. His emotions are hard to construe, but I think Charan is... not exactly reluctant, but maybe afraid? I guess it makes sense. No matter how he decides, his life will change forever. That can be a scary thing. "I... need some time to think about this," he says eventually. "I-if that is alright?"

"Naturally," I reply and, after a moment of thoughtful silence, slowly raise from my seat. I guess any more encouragement from me might only have the opposite effect on Charan right now and I really don't want to pester him into this. "You will excuse me now. I have commitments and preparations to take care of," I explain casually and gesture for the leopard to stay put when he stirs to see me off properly. "Take your time and think this through. Sundar will answer any further questions, if you have any."


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I feel cleaner and more healthy than I probably have been in years. I'm fed, washed, scented, brushed and, if you want to call it that, clothed. The outfit barely consists of more than flimsy silk and jewels and is intended to impress, more than anything else. Lord Amir wasn't understating when he said he meant to rub me under Sampath's nose. I catch the tiger throwing benevolent, but hungry glances my way now and then. He's also told me that I look beautiful and tantalizing. It feels good to look and feel pretty and alluring again, and so does the compliment, but I still feel as though I have to throw up.

Not because of the decent tiger lord that had the grace to offer me refuge in my biggest moment of distress, though. It was my former master that had me in such a swivet. True to their word, lord Amir and Sundar have done their best to prepare me for this moment, but no matter how many soothing words they lulled into my ears, or how often we practiced this 'show', it simply wasn't enough to overcome the damage this gharial had done to me. I'm afraid to see him again. Afraid to hear his voice, to hear what he has to say. I'm afraid he'll demand me back, or that he hurts me. I'm afraid he might ridicule me, show me up in front of the one person able and willing enough to safe my life. I'm afraid to lose lord Amir's favor, to lose this gracious chance for a new life and end up back in my tormentor's grasp.

At least we're not going to his place. Lord Amir received the crocodile in his home, to discuss some final business dealings before his departure. He said it would be unwise to offend Sampath in his own house. I'm too worried to make sense of why they still act so formal, even though my new employer is going to show his guest up. Maybe my existence is just too insignificant to warrant drama?

I hope it is. The best that could happen is that lord Sampath already found himself a new victim, doesn't need me anymore and simply accepts his little defeat in silence like a respectable nobleman ought to. But I know this man too well to seriously expect it might go this well.

I'm shaking when we approach the scaled guest in the vestibule. I'm not the only attendant in lord Amir's wake, but I'm placed the most prominently, walking right beside him. Sundar is not with us, which worries me. He told me to have trust in the tiger, but my mind is completely occupied with imagining every horrible way this day might end. 

I am a professionally trained harem worker. And as such, I'm skilled in always looking chipper and friendly to appease to my clients. Or alluring, needy, or cheeky, depending on their moods and desires. Under lord Sampath I brought my skills to perfection out of necessity. Tucking my tail meant punishment. Drooping ears meant humiliation. Looking at my master too provocative, or not submissive enough, or insecure when I didn't understand what he wants from me, or as though I meant to object, or looking at him at all sometimes, meant pain. My entire life was reduced to making everything perfect for this man and serve him well. And I was good at it. I could stifle every physical reaction he disliked, force my body to act and look exactly the way he preferred, no matter what he did to me. But right now, I'm a mess and can't even detach my eyes from the floor. Every step hurt in my knees and the brown and red mosaic tiles blend together before my paws as if I'm drunk.

"Pleasant day"

"Found my lost servant"

"RETURN"

"Different intent"

"A real looker and so docile"

"Barely worth it"

"In his absence"

"I must insist"

"GIVE IT BACK TO YOU"

"Service"

"Very happy"

"This is ridiculous"

"Obedience and loyalty on your knees"

"Can't handle him"

"MY PROPERTY"

"It's very obvious"

"Waste of time"

Their words confound in my ears even more confusingly than the wobbly view in my eyes. I can't discern their voices, barely hear what they say. I don't want to hear it. I just want to go back into that little bedroom and drink chai with Sundar. I want to go back to the days before Sampath, when I actually could find some joy in the trade I chose for myself. I want to hide in my parent's hut when the angry men came to collect our money and food.

"Charan!"

My growled name rings in my ears and I wince when a big, rough hand grabs me by the scruff of my neck. I go limp in it, like a scolded kitten and only barely feel it push me down.

"I told you to get down on your knees!"

It's such a common pose for me that my body assumes it automatically. "Gharf!" Then I feel a warm paw on my back that pushes me further down, flat to the ground. I completely surrender to it, feel my spine bend under the pressure and a row of sharp claws bore into my flesh. My chest gets cold as it's pressed to the tiles and it's suddenly a lot harder to breathe.

After the initial shock, my vision clears some and swiftly the rest of my senses return as well. I can see two greenish-gray, scaled feet standing a few paces away from me. I know the sight only too well and don't dare to look further up. With a labored inhale of cold, dusty air that stings under my compressed ribs, I eventually realize that it's lord Amir's paw that's holding me down. "Hff..." He's not holding back and makes me endure a good portion of his weight. I feel how his large toes press down on my vertebrae.

"Now again," the tiger grumbles down to me and increases the pressure on my back to the point of actual pain. "Who is your master, Charan? Who did you pledge loyalty to?"

I swallow my fear down for a second. This is important! "Y-you, lord Amir... I only serve you," I croak, followed swiftly by a hoarse, "Kcharrgh!" when the weight on my back doubled and the heavy tiger's second paw settled on my prostrated form. The agonizing burden brings back all the horrible memories of serving under lord Sampath. All the kicks and hits I had to take and be grateful for. All those miles I had to carry my overweight master on my aching back. All the pain. All the humiliation. All the Dread. I keep telling myself that this is just part of the act my new lord came up with. Right now, though, I feel like I just traded one monster for another.

"You see? This cute, little kitten is all mine now!"


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After being presented to lord Samapth like a trophy, he and lord Amir have been talking for a long while. I was present, but honestly don't remember much. I was just glad to be done with the worst part which, all in all, probably wasn't half as bad as my mind told me it was. If I truly can believe lord Amir, then this was the last time I ever had to see my former tormentor. That thought alone now fills we with a numbing relief that makes me tired and sluggish.

The tiger is currently walking beside me and, after shooing off his other servants, speaks. "You did well, Charan." He's looking at me and I try to perk up. "I wasn't too rough on you, was I?"

I still feel a throbbing soreness in my back, but shake my head. "No, my lord." I've been through a lot worse and if this day truly does mark the end of my martyrdom, then it was worth the discomfort.

He gives me another look, more questioning this time. "How are you feeling?"

I think for only a brief moment, but other than, "Good," I don't really have anything to say. I don't exactly feel good, but... I don't exactly feel bad either. I kinda feel as though a peaceful night of sound sleep is awaiting me.

"I was thinking - It might be a bit uncalled-for to ask this now, but - I was thinking, maybe you could come with me to... unwind before the night," he says restrained, though I can see his long, striped tail flick back and forth with excitement. "Only if you want to, of course?"

The prospect makes me a bit uneasy, honestly, but... this was part of the deal and I did accept it. I would be a part of lord Amir's harem from now on. And, I guess, it's only natural for a man like him to want to seal the deal, so to say. I wasn't oblivious to the looks he gave me these past days, and certainly not to the tiger's many compliments and outright flirting. I'm very well aware that he fancies me, lord Amir never tried to hide it.

Up until now, bedding with the tiger was not a terribly serious concern of mine, but now that the situation with Sampath is out of the way, I guess it's bound to happen sooner, or later. He's at least been a decent man so far and didn't force himself on me. I owe this man so much, pleasuring him shouldn't come too difficult to me. The gharial never appreciated my many skills in the bedroom, but I still remember what I was taught!

I probably hesitated a bit too long, but eventually I perk my ears, give the larger feline a timid smile and politely bow to the offer. "I would be delighted to be at your service, lord Amir." I'd much rather embrace a peaceful night of sleep right now, without dreading the new morning. But I guess there's not really an option for me here anyway. I'm indebted to this lord now. I owe him my service. And for my own good, I want to stay in favor with my new master, so I guess we better get this over with sooner, rather than later.

Lord Amir chuckles. "That doesn't sound very enthusiastic."

I blush and lower my head. I guess my skills might be a bit rusty, after all. "I'm... just a bit nervous, my lord," I explain and look the stately tiger over. Contrary to my former master, lord Amir actually prefers me to answer him sincerely. And I'm not lying at all! He's a big, strong man, confident and he seems to know what he wants. I do feel a bit insecure to be his object of desire.

"There's no reason to be," he assures me with another of those charming looks. "Would you feel better, if Sundar joins us?"

I blush even deeper at the question, though after a moment of hesitation, I nod coyly. Having the civet nearby would indeed set me a bit at ease. Sundar has been a source of strength for me and incredibly helpful. He also had a way to work with the tiger that was... reassuring?

I think it's a bit out of the ordinary for lord Amir to ask me whether I'd like another of his servants to be present for intercourse, though he doesn't seem to mind at all. The tiger seems to be pretty close with Sundar anyway, so I'm not terribly surprised. I guess I'm just used to selfish men who'd want to break in a new boy all by themselves.

We find the civet browsing some letters in the lord's study and soon withdraw with him to our master's bedchamber. It wasn't even half as big as lord Sampath's, but felt a lot cozier. A big, sturdy bed, finely made with colorful sheets, beautiful frescoes adorning the walls, silk curtains and a remarkable amount of plants to create a natural feeling. Sundar makes himself comfortable on a plush sofa and gives me an encouraging smile, while the tiger readily sheds his vest.

When lord Amir turns to me, the button facing on his plain tunic is already opened and reveals his white chest fur. It's a bit unsettling to see this composed, trim man in such an informal way. He's giving me that look again and my kinked tail involuntarily curls around my leg. Being adorned by this noble felt nice for a change, but now that I'm at his disposal, I feel insecure and vulnerable.

He's eyeing - no outright ogling - me over and his tail is thrashing from side to side with excitement. "You look gorgeous in this, Charan," he says, indicating the flimsy harem dress I'm still wearing. "But I'd love to finally get a glimpse of you with nothing on your body. If you would do me the favor?"

"Amir! Where are your manners?" Sundar suddenly grouses.

I flinch at the civet's brash words, but lord Amir only chuckles, "I'm sorry. I guess I'm just a bit too excited." Had I said something like this to lord Sampath, he would have flayed me himself! "Of course I don't expect you to do anything you don't want to do, Charan."

I feel as though this is a lie. I'm here for a reason, after all. And that reason is to bring pleasure to the man that employed me. I swallow the last bit of reluctance within me down and ban all doubt from my mind. "It's alright," I say and let my kinked tail sway lightly. "I don't mind to undress for you, my lord." While I carefully begin to peel myself out of the expensive silk and gold, I sneak a glance towards Sundar. The civet is watching us and he's calm and reassuring. I quickly focus back on lord Amir.

The tiger only has eyes for me and carelessly sheds his magnificent tunic on the ground. His white chest looks buff, the slightly pudgy belly beneath it soft and strong. I blush. It's been ages since I allowed myself to look at another man. Since I dared to fantasize about about actually pleasurable sex. I only hope lord Amir is as  kind in bed as he is with his words.

He takes one step closer and raises his hand as I make to pull the pearl-hung silk harness over my head. "May I?" he asks with a mischievous smile.

I swallow, but nod. "Of course, my lord..." And swiftly I feel his thick fingers tugging on the thin fabric. I raise my arms to let him pull it over my head, and on the way up, I feel how his hands brush through my fur. It doesn't feel unpleasant, but it does make me skittish. I tell myself once again that everything will be alright. That things will be... tolerable with this man.

One of his large claws picks at the hem of my salwar next and I struggle a bit to maintain my gentle smile. Nevertheless I let him pull the baggy trousers down, wriggle my hip to shed them completely and then timidly step out of them. Now naked, I grant the tiger a moment to inspect my body and hope he doesn't take offense in the fact that I'm still flaccid, despite having him undress me. My new lord seems content, though.

"H-how do you want me, my lord?" I ask and try to sound alluring. I'm not too sure whether I manage to appear the way I intend to, but the tiger seems intrigued nonetheless. The bulge in his pants is quite visible and, I must admit, impressive.

Lord Amir gives me another glance over and I can see how he's holding back his eager hands. Eventually, though, he does reach out to touch my shoulder fondly. "On your belly, please. Lay on the bed." As always, the man sounds like he knew what he wants. It's reassuring, in a way, to know that he's taking the lead. But it's also intimidating.

Either way, I don't have much choice but to obey, so I slowly sneak over to the lord's large bed and wave my tail for him, before I get down. The mattress is incredibly soft and the colorful sheets carry a whiff of lavender. From the corner of my eye, I can see how the big tiger gets into position behind me. I sprawl out, spread my legs for him and raise my tail as an invitation to do with me as he pleases. Lord Amir is quick to approach!

I feel how his knees bend the mattress as he climbs onto the bed. And I feel how this composed man finally gives in to his desire and gropes my thighs with his massive hands. Gently. He's moving them up my legs, using me a bit for support while he crawls over me, and eventually holds me by the hips, just above my butt. I keep my tail raised for him, but the tiger shoves it out of the way and clambers further up on top of me, until he carefully settles on my rump. He's warm and a bit heavy. And those thick legs on either side of me make me feel like a young harem boy all over again.

Two prodding thumbs feel for my spine and, once they find their target, bore into my flesh left and right of it on my lower back. It was a bit painful at first, but the rolling palms that followed, chased the tension out of my muscles. I didn't know what he was up to at first, but of course let him have his way. The tiger was applying a bit too much pressure for my taste, but the thoughtfulness was palpable in his movements.

"Does this feel good?" the big tiger on top of me rumbles.

It's at least not unpleasant, so I give him a soft, purred, "Yes..." as reply, mainly because I think that's expected of me. I don't understand yet what this man fancies in bed, and I'm honestly a bit clueless why he even cares to make me feel good. Most nobles wouldn't even ask for consent before having their way with their pleasure servants. People like us don't need consent. We're pleasure servants, taking dick is our job.

But lord Amir is different. He's kind and, now that I allow myself to dwell on the thought, his massage does kinda feel nice. A lot better than getting torn apart for sure! It's been ages since someone touched me fondly, so I try to savor the occasion. I know from experience that a back rub was hardly the worst that could be done to a harem worker!

I expected the gesture to be some kind of foreplay. Lord Amir's way of making his poor, new boy feel welcome and protected before giving him cock. But the tiger kept on going passionately and worked my entire backside more thoroughly than a servant deserved. And he had some serious skill! My back was used to beatings, kicks and bearing my master's heft, but under this man's strong, warm hands the build up tension that almost feels naturally to me by now, slowly melts.

At some point I begin to feel a bit awkward, being the one to receive pleasure from my lord. I'm insecure and don't know whether I should act more inviting for my new benefactor, or if maybe lord Amir has a bit of a savior complex and wants me scared and flustered. It certainly feels weird to just lay here and literally do nothing. Though, I neither want to displease, or outright offend the tiger, nor do I desire to end his service to find out what comes next.

When his palms gently roll over my hunch and fill my sinewy muscles with comfortable warmth, I exhale a muffled sigh and sink a bit deeper into the pillows. Despite possessing a morbid sense of pride for having deformed my body by riding me like a beast of burden on an almost daily basis - A boy barely half his own weight! - lord Sampath only ever made fun of it. But lord Amir is not even afraid to touch my grotesque form.

"Did you fall asleep already?" the tiger murmurs into my ear, though doesn't stop to caress me.

My indeed tired eyes immediately shot open and I fear I might have made myself a bit too comfortable. "No, my lord," I quickly say with a twist of my head. "I'm sorry. Your massage feels lovely."

He chuckles. "Glad to hear that. Though... I must admit my hands are getting a bit sore."

Embarrassed, I flinch under his still rubbing palms. "P-please apologize, my lord. You shouldn't have--"

"Oh no, don't feel bad, Charan. It was my pleasure!" Finally the massage stopped. Only his warm hand on my hip remained. His thumb was brushing through my fur. "Please turn over for me."

I feel the massive cat lifting from me to let me move, and naturally I obey swiftly and roll over. The grinning, tail lashing tiger looms above me and admires the sight of my cowardly form. I blush when I see the plump bulge in his pants, even though the sight of an erection shouldn't fluster me at all. I don't know whether I should free his lust, or whether he doesn't want me to be this brisk, so in the end I do nothing. I feel vulnerable and intimidated, lying beneath my lord like this. I never looked Sampath in the face when he fucked me.

"You are gorgeous," he purrs and moves his heavy hand over my thigh towards my crotch. I've been hurt so many times there, so I grow a bit tense, but of course I let him proceed. His touch, though, is gentle and the tiger's eyes seek mine to find consent. I nod and in the brief moment my eyes are closed, I try to think of something nice to get my dick hard. There's basically no worse insult than not getting aroused when your lord plays with you! Despite my insecurity, I manage, though mostly thanks to the tiger's skillful fingers.

I fear that I might be acting a bit too passive here, so in an attempt to at least look a bit more alluring, I lash my tail and crack a timid smile. "You treat me so wel-- My lord?!" I chock on my half-hearted flirt when I look down and find the tiger's face between my legs. With a cold shudder I then feel how his tongue is gracing my member. It's rough and warm, and feels terribly out of place. Nobles don't do things like this with their harem boys!

Lord Amir only grins, gives my shaft another lick and then takes it into his muzzle. My body enjoys the attention, but my mind is flabbergasted. Since the day I entered the trade, I was taught that my employer stood above me. That I was inferior to them and probably all other people in his vicinity. That my purpose was to serve. Getting my dick sucked by this man all of a sudden feels... as though I'm committing a mistake.

"You look so uptight," Sundar suddenly chuckles as he walks over to us. The beautiful civet climbs up onto the bed right behind his lord and rubs his black paws over the striped back. "I know Amir can be a bit ardent sometimes, please don't hold it against him."

"I-I would never--"

Sundar laughs. "Are you enjoying your lord's muzzle?" he asks. And just in that moment, the tiger goes down on me and squeezes my dick to the roof of his mouth with that torturously rough tongue.

I positively can't say no. And I actually don't even want to say no, so I simply nod.

"He's trying to make you feel welcome in our bedchamber," Sundar says, though with a little hiss in his voice. And when I coyly focus on him, his face looks sinister. I've never seen him this mischievous before. "Do you want him to try harder?"

I gulp. I don't know whether I want him to, but I don't really think I could answer that question even if I would. Saying no would sound like an insult and ungrateful. Saying yes would sound impertinent and demanding.

"I want him to!" Sundar rumbles softly and reaches beneath the tiger's body. I can't see what he's doing there, but it made the noble twitch and groan on my cock. Then lord Amir moves faster on me, and deeper. "Enjoy this, Charan." Like a spider the svelte and limber civet crawls up onto the tiger's broad back and straddles his lord. Hes smiling down on us. "And you," he growls playfully and grabs lord Amir by the back of his head, "make sure to treat the new boy well!"

"Ha-ahrg...!"

I rear up from the pillows when Sundar suddenly pushed the tiger down on me - with force! Just like this my dick got shoved into a tight, twitching tunnel of tender warmth, and the wave of pleasure this sends through my member spreads further into my stomach and spine until it tingles in my brain. Lord Amir is gagging between my legs, his nose puffs a hot breath into my fur. I can feel his fangs being pressed into my crotch and the scratchy cat tongue that tackles the very base of my shaft. Instinctively I try to pull back, press my hip into the mattress. But Sundar keeps pushing the tiger down with both hands.

"Please, feel free to spill your load in Amir's mouth," the civet offers with a devious grin, while I clutch the sweat soaked sheets beneath me. And considering he neither gives the tiger, nor me any breather, I eventually do just that.

I shudder and writhe under the two men and my body does something I didn't dare hope to feel ever again. My balls spasm, my hip gently bucks up into the gagging, gasping hole that squeezes so powerfully around my member, and finally I feel a powerful gush of semen erupt into the tiger's throat. I gasp and moan at the intense release, while simultaneously feeling bad for using my superior for my own carnal pleasure.

With my dick still buried deep within my lord's throat, I watch how Sundar slides further up on the tiger's back, to finally position his rump on lord Amir's neck to hold him down. He's gagging pretty hard by now and I feel sorry, though he's making no move to free himself. He's just drooling into my fur.

"That looked like it felt good?" Sundar says and, now that his hands are free, lets them roam over my belly. It feels good to be touched by him, he's very tender, though also quite a bit cheeky. Still panting hard, I once again only nod with a slight blush. I'm kinda glad that Sundar is taking over lead. It makes me feel at least a little bit more secure about having my new lord chocking around my dick. "You will soon learn that Amir fancies some rather peculiar techniques in bed. Isn't that right my lord?"

"Kchhrg!" The tiger utters a muffled, gagging sound into my fur as Sundar pushes his head down. It looks, sounds and feels quite rough, though as someone trained in the arts of touching and being touched, I actually see how careful and caring the civet applies his hands. His slim fingers brush through the striped fur and lord Amir relishes in his 'predicament' between us two servants.

I try to do the same. It's actually a liberating feeling to feel pleasure again during sex.

"Now..." Sundar murmurs and delicately slides over the tiger's face until he straddles me. His butt feels warm and light on my stomach, his fingers now crawl through my fur like they did to lord Amir moments ago. The tiger, now freed from the civet's grasp, comes up and coughs a bit, though swiftly and lovingly hugs the other man from behind. Both look down at me, hungry and horny. "What would you like to do next, Charan?" he asks. "The choice is yours. Would you like to reciprocate Amir's welcome? Or would you like him to spoil you some more? He will be a good kitten today and fulfill all your wishes!" Sundar says with a kiss on the tiger's cheek. "Or  would you maybe like to play with me instead? We could make him watch."

I bashfully look down the civet's slender form and, at the bottom of his rather lanky torso, find a pointy bulge in his silken garment. I'm yet a bit timid to voice my wishes, though I actually do have an idea of what I'd like to do right now. It's a bit scary, but for the first time in a long while I actually do have a choice. A thrilling choice!

With a bout of confidence, I touch the man on top of me back. I'd be a fool to let this opportunity slip!