Meet Me in the Mountains 2

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 Jamsen had been watching and waiting for more than half an hour by this point. It was a warmer than usual day but that was fine with him, because he enjoyed the feeling of the sun on his fur. But watching the routine of the priestesses as they practiced their martial arts had him feeling hot in a different way.   
 
  The male hyena stood behind a stone pillar that was just outside of the large court where more then fifty women danced in perfect unison. Each held a staff that they spun about their bodies and switched between their paws while calling out chants. The intricate swaying motions had each of the fit bodies bending and contorting in a way that made their fit backsides bounce and their breasts jiggle. Not to mention the long, painted clits that dangled between each priestess's legs that swayed like everything else.   
 
  Watching such motions had Jamsen's cock beginning to swell. He tried to keep himself calm but reminding himself that he wasn't there to just watch these girls and jerk off, but that he had a truer intention, as one of the girls in particular had agreed to help him out with a love interest. All he had to do was wait until the whole routine was done and the two would be allowed to talk. So that's exactly what he did, but the mean time proved to be somewhat agonizing.   
 
  With a final shout and a firm stamp of the butt of their staffs on the ground, the dancing had concluded for the day and the group of women began to slowly disperse. The woman that Jamsen had his eye on, Vohra, turned from where she was and walked directly towards him. He didn't know when she might have spotted him, but as keen as she was he wasn't surprised.
 
  She grinned as she closed the distance between them, and it was clear that Jamsen was a head shorter than she was. He had to crane his neck to look her in the eyes.   
 
  “Well, you actually came,” She said and leaned against her staff as she stood a couple feet away. “You've got balls for sure, most men would be much too scared to come this close to the temple.”   
 
  “Well, more to prove how serious I am about my prospects,” he replied softly.   
 
  “That's good, Seska will like that. Shows you're not afraid of danger,” she giggled. Her eyes drifted down over the male's form and settled on the semi erect member that hung between his thighs. She snickered and gestured towards the manhood with a nod of her head. “Though it doesn't seem like it was too hard for you to watch us.”   
 
  Jamsen bristled at the accusation and turned slightly away from her while crossing his paws over his lap. “It's not like that. I only have eyes for one woman.”   
 
  “I don't know if I should be offended or impressed,” Vohra mused to herself and leaned a little closer to the male, her mouth getting within inches of his ear. “What's wrong with being attracted to me?” She whispered.   
 
  “Uh...ah!” He startled and his cheeks went red. “No, I mean...you're attractive...all of you are I mean, but, uh...I...” He was cut off but a guffaw from the priestess-in-training and his cheeks grew even brighter.   
 
  “You're too easy to tease, it's no fun,” she said, stifling her laughter with a paw and looking at him with one closed eye.   
 
  Jamsen furrowed his brow and tilted his head down. “Can we just...get going?” he asked softly.    “Oh, I suppose so. A promise is a promise after all,” she said and began walking off towards another temple set closer to the middle of the settlement. The other hyena fell in behind her, still trying to dissuade his blush before they got to their destination.   
 
  It was a quiet walk for the most part. A few other people were out and around doing their daily work or just socializing. Every so often someone would pass by Vohra and would give a slight bow of their head, causing the priestess-in-training to do the same to them. The stroll was leisurely and simple, not much was going on in the quaint village as it was a day like any other. Though for Jamsen, he hoped that would change by the end of him meeting with Seska.   
 
  The temple grew closer and before they knew it they were walking up a short flight of steps to gain access to the entrance. The stone arch yawned in front of the priestess-in-training and on either side of the opening were two women that held staffs just like her own. Upon seeing the approaching woman, the two bowed their heads and said nothing or did anything else. Vohra meandered past them with the male keeping on her tail like it was the easiest thing in the world. Of course without her, Jamsen would have been stopped right away.   
 
  The inside of the temple was decorated with ornate tapestries inscribed with runes in golden thread. Here it was where the bishop resided with her family, this temple being the epicenter for the religion that all hyenas held in that region.   
 
  Vohra navigated the hallways in a practiced way that she had memorized from her many times having been there. The two wound deeper into the stone structure, even ascending into the higher stories of the deceptively large building. The only time they stopped was when they came to a heavy wooden door that ended one of the longer halls they had been in. She raised her paw and gave a firm knock on it.   
 
  It took a few moments, but the door was eventually answered by a male attendant who's job it was to keep the inner house clean and comfortable. He looked up at the priestess-in-training and smiled widely. “Good day, Lady Vohra, have you come to see Seska?” he asked enthusiastically.   
 
  “That's right. And I've brought a friend as well,” Vohra said and turned to let the servant see the male behind her.   
 
  “Ah yes, very good. Right this way then,” the other male said and turned the door all the way open and stood off to the side. The two walked in and the door thudded shut behind them. “Lady Seska has been in her room enjoying her time alone. I'm sure she'll be very pleased to have the company,” he continued, now leading them to Seska's room.   
 
  Upon getting to the door, he knocked on it lightly and called out. “You have visitors, lady Seska.”   
 
  After a brief silence, a voice echoed from within, “Come in.”   
 
  Jamsen felt his heart race as he heard the voice of the woman that was the center of his infatuation. The attendant stepped off to the side and bowed to Vohra before taking his leave. She bowed back and then nudged the door open.   
 
  The inside of the room was hazed with smoke, of which was immediately recognized as the tobacco that was sold by some of the traveling merchants that frequented the village. It was a dimly lit space, the curtain being drawn closed over the single window. Despite that, the details of the room were still easy to make out. Off to one side of the room was a bed of thick pillows and blankets, of which Seska was lying across on her back. Set on a clear space of floor next to her was a tall, bulbous waterpipe with an ornate hose sticking from the side of it.   
 
  Seska was in the middle of drawing a deep inhale through the hose as her two guests entered. Seeing her close friend, the bishop's daughter let the hose fall from her lips and spoke. “Hey, Vohra! I wasn't expecting to see you today.” Smoke drifted from her mouth with each word and when she was done there came a stream of it as she exhaled the rest, sparking imagery in the male's mind of a dragon. “Or you, Jamsen.”   
 
  “I hope we aren't interrupting anything too important,”  the priestess-in-training remarked with a smirk and meandered over to her friend's side. She plopped down among the pillows and so that the waterpipe was between them.   
 
  “Not at all, just having a break from my studies is all,” Seska replied and offered the hose to the other woman. Vohra accepted it graciously and took a deep inhale of the strong tobacco smoke. She murred at the taste and the calming sensation it brought over her mind before letting out a hissing cloud.   
 
  “So what brings you both here?” Seska asked and folded one paw behind her head with her eyes looking up to Jamsen. The male wasn't nearly so comfortable in a setting he wasn't familiar with, so he simply stood towards the middle of the room with his paws clasped in front of him. He knew not to act without being invited to do so. Luckily for him, Seska was feeling more generous than usual and she beckoned him to sit with them with a wave of her paw.   
 
  “Jamsen wants to formally ask you to be his mate,” Vohra blurted out with a giggle just as the male came over and settled onto a large pillow. He stiffened as he heard her words and the blush grew over his cheeks again. He stared with wide eyes from one woman to the other.   
 
  “Is that so?” Seska laughed. She turned her full gaze and attention on the male and looked him over like he were a piece a meat. The way she did wasn't lost on him.   
 
  Women in their society chose mates for various reasons, least of all was love or attraction. Mostly relationships were established when a woman found a male to be particularly sexually appealing or if he was from a powerful house, where a union would be the most beneficial for her.   
 
  Jamsen was neither though. He wasn't particularly outstanding in looks and he was the runt of his litter in a house that was of average rank in their society. Seska on the other hand was a very intelligent woman with a figure that was the lustful thought of practically ever male in the village. Her mother being a bishop had her in a similar echelon as the queen herself. There couldn't have been a more unequal union of people.   
 
  And yet, Seska was considerably intrigued. Others in her position might have laughed at the male and demand that he leave her room and home, but there was something about the brazenness of him that she did actually find attractive. While he had confessed his feeling to her before, she thought the advantage she had taken of him might have warded him away. As it turned out, he was braver than she had initially given him credit for.   
 
  “So how did he convince you to bring him here?” Seska asked after a moment to herself where she took another draw from her waterpipe.   
 
  “I told him that the only way to your heart was through your clit,” Vohra replied and locked her eyes with Jamsen's. He quickly averted his gaze as he knew what was coming.   
 
  “True,” Seska laughed. “And?”   
 
  “And so I told him all he had to do was prove himself decent enough at sucking clit. I had him choking on mine for an hour,” Vohra explained. “Had me cumming a few times, thought he proved himself enough to at least get in the door.”   
 
  “Well, he was pretty good the first time around,” Seska said and gently drew a paw down to her lap where her thick pseudo-cock hung limp between her thighs. Jamsen followed the motion with his eyes and he felt the familiar tinge of blood rushing to his own cock as she drew a finger down the length of her clit. “You didn't have to test him again.”   
 
  “Oh please, like I can't have any fun with your mate before things become official?” Vohra retorted.   
 
  “He's not my mate yet. I do have some strict standards of course,” she mused to herself and beckoned the male closer with a curl of her finger from her free paw. Jamsen scooted off of his pillow and drew closer. As he did, his gaze was fixated on her purple streaked pseudo-cock. It flexed with each inch that he grew closer and when he was finally leaning over Seska's lap she halted him with another gesture. Jamsen waited and looked her in the eyes, awaiting for her next demand.   
 
  “Being good at sucking a clit is something any male can do. I need someone that can worship at my altar,” Seska continued and lifted her semi erect clit, showing off the pristine slit beneath. There was a strong scent of arousal emanating from it, and being so close Jamsen could see that her lips were damp. “Get to it. Show me how badly you want to be my mate.”   
 
  Jamsen didn't need anymore encouragement than that. He immediately dove his head down between her thighs and his mouth fit firmly against her cunt. A hot breath across her womanhood sent a shiver up Seska's spine and she cooed as the male's warm tongue traced the length of her pussy.   
 
  Blood surged to Seska's clit in that moment. Jamsen's slippery appendage dipped into her warm depths and sank as far as it could go. Pleasure blossomed through the woman's crotch and her back arched in reaction.   
 
  From the side, Vohra watched with piqued interest. She continued to pull from the waterpipe hose and murred at the sight of her friend being pleasured in a way that she was all too familiar. She couldn't help but drift a paw down to her own clit and begin to nudge it to life. A cloud of smoke hissed from her lips as she encouraged her length to swell.   
 
  Seska lied back against her bed of pillows and moaned softly as the pleasure grew through her abdomen. Her pseudo-cock had become as firm as a rock and so she brought her paw to her mouth to slather it in saliva with a few quick licks before replacing it back on her shaft. She could barely see Jamsen's face beyond her member as she pumped it and excited herself all the more.   
 
  The male had his eyes closed and his lips were firmly sealed against her hole. Each time his tongue would drive inside it would come back coated in her pussy juices. The clear mixture started to run down her taint but for the most part he was good about drinking it down.   
 
  The wet slurping of his tongue resounded between her legs and with it there always came a sway of bliss that made her shift her hips slightly. Seska groaned and rested her free paw behind her head as she would pump her clit a bit faster. Her saliva made for an excellent lube but she wanted more than just her own on it.   
 
  Jamsen kept up the assault with his tongue for several minutes. All the while Seska shivered and moaned under her breath. He would transition from tongue fucking her to lapping over her sensitive folds in long, slow strokes. He had even taken over stroking her clit by coating his own paw in a mixture of juices and spit to make as good of a lube as what was already there.   
 
  In a position where any other male might have tired with a sore tongue, this one was showing significant prowess in the department of oral pleasure. He didn't talk or let up on his work, going about the duty of pleasuring her like he were a proper slave. For all he cared, he was. He'd be whatever she wanted him to be. He'd pray at her altar every day, even renounce his oath to the queen if she demanded it. He'd eat nothing but her floor scraps and be her personal cushion all she wanted.   
 
  Suddenly, Seska lifted one leg with a paw gripped under her knee. The motion had her backside raising from the pillow and had Jamsen leaning back to wait for further instructions. “Lick me here,” she demanded, emphasizing the spot she was talking about by gripping her buttcheek with her opposite paw and spreading it open. Her tailhole winked for emphasis and the male knew what she meant. He dove back down once again, this time his lips wrapped around her pink pucker.   
 
  The licking and drilling began anew and the action had Seska giggling in delight. Jamsen's nose was buried in the woman's cunt, continuing to get soaked and breathing nothing but the strong musky scent of her womanhood. His constant action eventually wore down the strength of her ring and before long he was pushing inside of her ass with his wiggling organ.   
 
  Seska jumped at the first penetration and pushed down against the male's mouth, encouraging him to go deeper. He did just that. Without a single order, his tongue explored as deep as it could go. He pumped it back and forth as quickly as he could manage, all the while sputtering as his nose grew damp from her pussy and his breathing became difficult. Minutes ticked by of his constant worship, interrupted only by the bishop's daughter grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him away.   
 
  “My clit is getting cold, Jamsen,” she said, trying to sound irritable and demanding. The male showed his eagerness to please as he transitioned smoothly from her ass to her throbbing length that flexed to the beat of her heart. The male craned his head and wrapped his lips around the tip before sinking a few inches while his tongue pressed against the smooth surface.   
 
  A hot hiss of pleasure escaped Seska and she bit her lip to keep herself from letting on that it felt so good. The last thing she wanted was for the situation to go to Jamsen's mind.   
 
  Her leg lowered back to the floor and she idly nibbled her lip as she felt the male delve his mouth farther down her clit. He was so gentle with the way his lips gripped her flesh and how he only allowed the soft surface of is tongue to graze her length. It sent shivers through her body with every pass that he made from the time his lips kissed her tip to when it was pressed against the back of his throat.   
 
  She couldn't control the subtle shift of her hips as the pleasure that wound through her clit and pelvis grow more intense. The more he lovingly fawned over her proud member the more she grew to find him rather endearing. With his closed eyes and a look of concentration etching his features, dare she say, she thought he looked cute.   
 
  A small twinge of hunger grew in Seska's mind and her lips split into a toothy grin. It was when his mouth delved down as far as it could go that she made the decision of whether or not she would take him as her mate.   
 
  The bishop-in-training grasped Jamsen's hair once again. She reveled in the sensation of his throat milking her sensitive length while his nose was buried against her pelvis before forcing him to withdraw. She was actually curious as to how long he might have stayed down for if given the chance, but that would be for another time.   
 
  “You may ride me now,” she said confidently with slightly blushed cheeks. Her heart was pounding and she was struggling to keep her breathing in check. Letting the full reality of the pleasure that he was giving her would be very unbecoming of someone of her status, but even now it was difficult.   
 
  Jamsen nodded without another word and crawled closer to her. He lifted himself and straddled her at the waist. His own cock hung over her lower belly as he positioned himself so that her pseudo-cock was under his tail.   
 
  A puff of smoke from Vohra caught the two lovers' attention and they both glanced over to see that she was vigorously pumping over her own shaft as she enjoyed the show. Her pussy was soaked as she worked herself into a frenzy, all the while feverishly inhaling on the waterpipe.   
 
  Seska nabbed the hose from her friend's paw and gave a deep drag on it as well. As she inhaled she felt her clit penetrate Jamsen's tailhole, his ring expanding easily to take her size as he slowly worked down to take in every inch that she had to offer. When he had fully settled onto her lap, the bishop's daughter let out the breath of smoke in a concentrated blast aimed right for his face.   
 
  Jamsen didn't flinch. No cough bubbled up inside and his eyes didn't even flutter. It seemed as though his mind was fully in the moment, totally dedicated to pleasuring her. Seska licked her lips at the thought of having such a well trained lover without having to actually train him.   
 
  The male was still adjusting at least somewhat to the mass inside of him as he began to sway his hips. It was a slow movement at first but it grew into a full stroke before long. A shallow moan escaped Seska's mouth as the pleasure blossomed with renewed intensity through her lower body. Her legs twitched slightly as Jamsen worked himself into an appreciative pace.   
 
  The air resounded with the clap of their bodies meeting when the male would bring his full weight down onto his lover's lap. The pseudo-cock inside of him throbbed and flexed like a real cock might. It ground hard against his prostate with every movement that he made, which had his own erect member twitching as if begging to be touched.   
 
  Unlike the female, Jamsen wasn't so proud to let his pleasure be known. Moans fell from his lips with every breath. With an arched back and head tilted up, they were almost as loud as the rhythmic sound of their bodies coming together. His arms hung limp by his sides in a display that showed how lost he was becoming in the moment.   
 
  As time went on, the bishop's daughter found herself becoming progressively more impressed with his mannerisms. It was in this state that she found him to be more than cute, but embodying the qualities of a dedicated mate that she wanted.   
 
  In the moments leading up to Seska's orgasm, she began to let more of herself go. Her body relaxed fully into the bed of pillows and she closed her eyes while letting her jaw go slack. What had been shallow huffs now became uplifting moans of ecstasy as her body tingled all over. Her pussy quivered as it dripped her pussy juices into the fabrics beneath her.   
 
  Jamsen's mind was already long gone into his own world of bliss and concentration. The way his member throbbed while his insides were battered at a more intense rate. His groans and grunts matched the woman's in volume as they both approached a mutual climax.   
 
  To Seska's surprise, she was the first to reach that point. As the fingers if electricity wound up from her pelvis to her lower belly, her body unleashed the full power behind her orgasm. The pitch of her moans doubled and the muscles of her stomach clenched hard. Her cunt flexed and sputtered more of its contents as her pseudo-cock swelled from the immediate influx of pleasure.   
 
  When the pressure increased within Jamsen, he too could take no more. His cock gave one last throb and began to spurt fat globs of his cum across the woman's stomach. He doubled over and his paws grasped his knees as his jizz eventually dribbled down the sides of his member but refused to stop spilling.
 
  When the last of the exquisite feelings left his mind he opened his eyes and peered at the woman beneath him. Seska was already taking another drag from the water pipe as she enjoyed the ebbing sensations of climax. She smirked and met the male's gaze as the cloud of smoke spilled from her mouth.
 
  “You're not too bad, I suppose. Certainly worth keeping around at least to see what else you can do,” Seska remarked with a shrug.   
 
  “Th-thank you,” Jamsen mumbled.   
 
  “I'm thirsty. Find me something with alcohol and I'll reward you based on how strong it is,” she stated in an even tone before sticking the hose back into her mouth.   
 
  Jamsen gave a simple nod and lifted up from her lap. When her clit slipped from his tailhole it had already grown limp and fell against her inner thigh. He wordlessly turned around and made his way for the door. He didn't look back at either of the women as he did, his intent set only on the task at hand.   
 
  When Jamsen was out of ear shot, Vohra turned to her friend with a knowing grin. “So you like him then?” she giggled.   
 
  “He's more dedicated than the others that have pursued me. If anything, it's worth putting him through a few more tests, but at least he's passed the first one,” Seska remarked and offered the water pipe hose to the other.   
 
  Vohra accepted it with a shrug. “Color me a bit jealous that I didn't try to convince him to be mine. You looked like you were having a lot of fun.   
 
  Seska laughed and stretched her arms above her head. “You have no idea.” She noticed the meager amount of the male's cum still on her belly. She dragged a finger across one of the pools and brought it to her lips. It was a bit salty, but to her it mostly tasted like satisfaction.