January NSFW Poll Result - Claudius x Kharma

'You know,' the lion growled, his hot breath washing over Kharma's bare neck and sending shivers down his spine, 'I'd almost think you kept drawing attention to yourself on purpose.'

'Why on earth would you say that, Templar?' the Sourceror scoffed, as he ran his hands coyly over the shining armour on the lion's torso.

'You know exactly why.' Claudius smirked, before dragging his tongue up the side of the cat's neck - his powerful hands holding Kharma's arms by his side. The cat moaned at the rough, damp scrape along his skin, snapping his fingers with an effortless expense of magic - as both his robes and the Templar's armour vanished and re-appeared a short way away, leaving both men bare as the day they were born.

'You bought the gloves, 'sir'?' Kharma purred, his paws running down the lion's powerfully muscular chest and stomach as he leant into his arms.

'Mmhm... how else am I supposed to restrain such a dangerous villain as yourself?' the Templar replied as he held the bejeweled mittens aloft - slipping them onto Kharma's hands one after the other, his fingers intertwining with the cat's even as his digits dwarfed the smaller felines'.

Kharma shuddered as he felt the strength drain from him, the Rhynstones sucking the ambient mana out of his body. He fell forward slightly, gasping, and purring as the lion caught him without hesitation.

'Most Sourcerors hate these things, you know.' the Templar said as he brushed a hand gently over the cat's forehead, muzzle inches from Kharma's.

'Most Sourcerors don't know they'll be free of them as soon as the Templar wielding them is done rutting them.' Kharma retorted with a grin, reaching behind the lion's neck - his hands burying themselves in that thick, chestnut mane - and pulling himself up to press their lips together. The lion's hands wrapped around the ginger cat's waist and held him up as their tongues danced against one another.

Kharma purred deeply, longingly as the powerfully large man's muscles rubbed against his body, his already half-hard member - pressed as it was against the lion's abdominals - throbbing to it's full, stiff length as he relished in the feeling of so much raw strength pressing against him, the lion's muscles rippling under his fur with every movement.

Claudius purred in kind as he rubbed his tongue against the smaller cats', his hands massaging the Sourceror's soft sides as he felt him stiffen against his gut - guiding their bodies down to the bedroll beneath them and pinning him there. 

'Ah... oh, sir, whatever are you doing..?' Kharma purred, playfully. He knew. Claudius knew. But it was fun to pretend they didn't do this at every chance they got...

Kharma's moan of approval fueled the Templar's lust as he slid his muzzle away from the kiss and into the nape of the cat's neck, biting down softly on his skin and relishing in the plaintive mewling that the ginger cat gave in response.

'Mmfh... you know you want it, Sourceror... your magic may be bound, but you've worked a spell on me, haven't you? Pushing a man of the church to such debauchery...' Claudius purred in response. 

He shifted his hips as he felt the cat's legs coil around his waist, his slender tail wrapping itself around his right thigh. Once, they would have dallied about with endless foreplay, but it had been months since circumstances had conspired to grant them another chance to meet, and they both wanted nothing more than the feeling of one anothers' bodies coiled in passionate breeding.

'Ah, I would... I would never, sir Templar...' Kharma purred coyly, even as his body ground against the lions'. 

'Shall I add lying to your charges, fiend?' the Templar growled, nipping at the cat's neck; 'The penalty for lying to the Church is harsh indeed...'

The lion rocked his hips, grinding his heavy sheath and aching sack against the rigid length between Kharma's legs - listening to every purr and groan as his axe-haft thick cock swelled and grew from his furry sock, warm flesh rubbing into the cat's belly-fur and grinding against his dick.

'Mmhnff... w-what... what penalty..?' Kharma mewled plaintively, dragging his digits through the fur on the older man's back.

Kharma panted hotly as the lion's massive length swelled and rubbed against him, oozing warm, damp precum into his soft, white stomach fur. He dragged his fingers across the lion's powerful shoulders, grinding his hips back in kind - squeezing his thighs around the Templar's. As Claudius drew his hips back and brought his throbbing slab of a cock to bear between the cat's cheeks, Kharma purred longingly, eagerly lining himself up with the tip of that fat, meaty pole and gripping the lions back tightly.

'For your crimes... for practicing Sourcery, for enchanting a Templar, and for lying...'

Claudius growled deeply as he ground his hips slowly against Kharma's soft, round ass - the warmth of his plump cheeks caressing his aching glans and milking out pre with every rock of their bodies against one another. With the weight of the lion above him, Kharma bit his lip and moaned loudly as he felt the soft-barbed tip of that fat, warm meat pressing into his needy hole.

'The only penalty can be to take my cock until you plead for penance.' Claudius grinned, purring deeply.

'Ah! Oh n-no, sir, please... you'll split me in half...' Kharma purred in response, toes curling as he felt the thick length pressing in tighter.

'Too late, knave... now moan for me...' the lion purred, wrapping his paws under the Sourceror's shoulders and gripping them to hold his body still - meeting the cat's gaze and locking eyes with him as he pressed his hips forwards - the warm, pre-soaked flesh slowly sinking between Kharma's cheeks. The cat gasped out loud, clenching his fingers tightly against Claudius' back muscles as his tailhole spread around the lion's hugely fat cock - shuddering as he felt the tip sink inside him and moaning low and long as inch after hard, hot inch sank into his ass.

'Aah-ahh! Please... have m-mercy..!' he whimpered, even as his length throbbed against the lion's gut, spitting pre across both tan and white fur. The blush on his cheeks showed through the soft white fur there as the lion's fat pole slid home, throbbing inside him.

'N-no... mercy for... a criminal like you...' Claudius panted, groaning softly as the cat's tight, soft tailhole slid readily down his shaft, until his sheath was kissing up against it. 'Nngh... there we go. Now repent for your... sins, villain... or I shall be forced to fuck your confession out of you...' the lion growled, licking Kharma's cheek softly and planting another brief kiss on his lips.

'N-never, you.. mmngh... you monster... fuck me as... hard as you like. I'll never... mmgnh.. repent...' the cat moaned, panting softly as he stole a few more kisses from the lion.

'So be it...' the Templar purred, before locking lips with Kharma once more - the two men groaning into one-another's muzzles as his powerful hips began to rock slowly - grinding his fat, throbbing length gently back and forth inside the cat's bowels. Kharma moaned lovingly into the kiss, his legs tight around the lion's waist as his massive pole stirred his insides. 

Claudius groaned lovingly as he slowly, lovingly ground his hips into the Sourceror's soft, warm ass - the tight, wet tunnel embracing his cock longingly. He broke the kiss and dove into the cat's neck once more, nipping and licking at the skin there lustfully between heated breaths as every push from his hips rocked the smaller cat's body against his grip.

'Had... enough yet, you... fiend? Ready to.. mngh... confess?' he huffed. The Sourceror scoffed between groans, ears flickering and tail squeezing the lion's leg.

'N-Not even... close, Templar... you think... nnfgh... you can break me... like this? Ahhh...'

The lion growled longingly, dragging his tongue up Kharma's neck once more before growling right into his ear.

'Fine then... maybe if I... fuck you like I'm trying to put a litter in you... you'll come around.'

Kharma's cheeks coloured hotly at his words, wrapping his arms around the lion's thick neck under his mane as he felt Claudius' hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

'Oh, no, please sir... n-not that... I don't know if... if my body could take such a pounding...' he purred loudly, biting his lower lip as he gazed hungrily at the lion above him.

'Then you should have repented when I have you the choice.' Claudius grinned, licking over his snout. His paws squeezed the cat's shoulders tightly as he drew his hips back slowly, the cats now thoroughly pre-soaked and stretched pucker still squeezing tightly around the thick flesh.

'Fine, Templar... I can handle any punishment you can throw at me. Fuck me like the broodiest whore you've ever sired a bastard with, I'll never talk!' he sneered, dragging his claws across the lion's skin in anticipation.

Claudius growled lustfully as the pair locked eyes, before pressing into another deep, passionate kiss. Driving his hips forwards, he sank his full length back into the cat's ass with a thrust that pushed the air out of Kharma's lungs - and true to word, wasted no time in pulling back for a repeat performance, hips smacking against the cat's plump behind hard enough to shake his whole body against the lion's tight grip on his shoulders.

Kharma's moaning and cries of ecstasy leaked through the kiss, his fingers gripping onto Claudius' back tightly as the powerful, muscular lion drove his cock into his depths again and again - those fat, warm nuts swinging between his legs bouncing off the cat's ass with every thrust as he felt precum oozing down over the base of his tail, forced out by the powerful fucking from this randy old Templar.

Claudius huffed hotly as he picked up the pace, his hips rolling with every thrust as his throbbing cock plunged into the cat's hole over and over - precum and sweat lubricating every thrust more than the last until there was barely any resistance at all, just the strength of his hips slamming into Kharma's ass as his dick filled parts of the Sourceror that no other man had yet to even reach.

The Sourceror moaned and groaned in lustful delight, grabbing wildly at the lion's backfur for purchase as he was hammered mercilessly - sucking on the lion's tongue as their maws stayed pressed tightly together, the loud, wet slapping of their rutting filling the tent.

Claudius purred loudly as he felt a flood of warmth between their bodies, his muscular gut rubbing the Sourceror's gooey load into their fur - the shivers of his climax running through every inch of his white-and-ginger furred body.

The lion broke the kiss, even as he continued to pound the cat's hole unmercifully.

'Had... enough? Ready to.. ngh... talk?' he growled.

'N-never!' Kharma groaned, needily,

'How.. about... nnggghh...-!' Claudius grunted with each thrust towards the peak, before slamming his hips home one last time and growling loudly - his fat pole throbbing inside the cat's ass as his sack retracted, pumping rope after rope of hot, thick cream into his guts. The cat purred loudly as he felt it spray against his insides, pressing his rear against the lion's sheath tightly as he was filled to bursting.

'...now..?' Claudius panted hotly, lifting himself slightly on his shoulders and grinning down at the cat underneath him, even as his cock continued to throb with his pulse, squirting out the last spits of his load into that ravaged tunnel.

'Gah... ff... fuck...' Kharma whined in response, panting heavily. 'N... never... you'll... have to... do that... at least two more times... I can still feel my legs.' he grinned, purring loudly at his lion lover as he wiggled his hips playfully.

'Hrfh... you drive a hard bargain, fiend... but, if you insist...'