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March Character Poll Result - Theran and Kharma
🕑 Added 2020-04-02 05:04:43 +0000 UTCThe little roadside tavern wasn't set up for many overnight guests, so Kharma and Theran were grateful to get a room at all - and the fact that it only had the one bed was just a factor they'd have to deal with. It was a wide one, thankfully, designed for larger Kin than either of them - a facet of it's design that Kharma subconsciously praised, as being actually pressed up against Theran would have resulted in a non-existent night of sleep, even as the big lion snored away soundly beside him.
He had quickly averted his eyes when the lion stripped to his fur before climbing under the thin blanket. Coughing to compose himself, he followed suit - when one only has one set of smallclothes on the road, it does no favours for one's natural odor to wear them at all times of the day AND night - and quietly, doing his best not to invade on the lion's half of the mattress, crawled under the sheet alongside him.
Theran, true to form, fell asleep within minutes, the soft snoring from his muzzle the only sound around besides the clink of a few late-night drinkers in the tavern proper downstairs and the growing buzz and chirrup of nocturnal wildlife outside.
Kharma didn't know exactly how long he actually slept for. It seemed as though one minute he was staring at the wooden ceiling above him, and next thing it was bathed in the gentle light of a rising sun beaming through the window. He tilted his head slightly - Theran was still there, and still snoring. Hadn't even rolled in his sleep. The Sourceror sighed softly. Why this big oaf had so utterly dominated his thoughts since their first meeting, he still couldn't say for sure, but he certainly felt safe with him so nearby.
Rolling onto his side, facing the lion, he let himself stare for a while - taking in Theran's strong jawline, thick mane, and goofy half-smile in his sleep as he stirred briefly and nuzzled his way into his pillow some more. The lion was definitely a spectacularly handsome specimen, and Kharma took no shame in admitting that to himself.
He did, however, feel a slight twinge of shame at the fact that he was sporting a rigid erection, and eyeballing the object of his affections was doing him no favours in making it go away. Gods, but what he'd give to have the Lion see him like this.. naked and unmistakable in his attraction, not having to rely on fumbled attempts at flirtatious words or acts.
He didn't stop himself from brushing a gloved hand over his own flesh, shivering slightly as he took it in his grip and massaged it gently. Maybe if he was careful, he could take care of this before the Lion woke up and he'd have to try and explain why he was exclusively facing the other way as he dressed...
The cat bit his lip slightly as he imagined the lion's big, strong paws in place of his own, caressing his member so tenderly. Or perhaps he was more straightforward, rougher than the Sourceror was used to but still considerate of how it felt for him... tugging more than stroking, squeezing more than massaging, but still working his meat masterfully.
He had to keep his movements slow... even rocking the mattress might wake Theran up, and that would make for a very awkward conversation indeed. Or a very enjoyable one...
As his paw rubbed to his tip and away again, he swallowed softly. The extra heat below the covers was unmistakable, and so very, very close to his own. Watching Theran's face carefully for any sign he was stirring, Kharma slid his hand up under the blanket and genteely raised the thin fabric. Just a glance, he told himself, all he needed was to see it...
And see it, he did. Looking down between their bodies, his eyes went wide at the sight of the lion's rigidly erect morning wood throbbing from his thick sheath mere inches away from his own. Gods above, it was nearly twice as thick... with a round, meaty tip that near glistened from it's own engorged state. And those balls - those thick, heavy, tan fur covered balls, resting against his lower thigh.
He let the sheet drop gently again and looked up at the Lion once more, half expecting - if not hoping - to see him staring back at the cat. But no - still asleep. He gripped his own member again, stroking it once more as the vision of Theran's massive member swam in his thoughts. Gods, the things he wanted to do to it... for it to do to him...
He bit his lip and stifled a quiet moan as he pictured the lion's massive meat rubbing between his cheeks, teasing against his asshole - the thought of this gorgeous hunk of a man making the cat his own...
He shuddered suddenly and quickly rolled onto his front, making sure as best he could to not jostle the lion or wake him as the shiver rolled up his cock and, with nowhere else to go, he soaked the mattress right beneath himself in his cum. Laying there, panting gently, his paw still gripping his cock's twitching base as the warmth soaked into the fabric and his fur, he felt an incredible wave of shame - and yet also of passionate adoration. Some day, Kharma... some day you'll work up the courage to tell him how you feel, and all the filthy, filthy things you want him to do to you...
Just... not today.
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Tenyo
Awe! Love this ship so much!!! 💚💚💚
