Four-Armed Claim

In the shadowed heart of their hidden lair, the unlikely alliance between the tabaxi antagonists had formed weeks ago. Kriskas, with his sleek black fur and only two arms, possessed a cunning mind but lacked raw power. Varvar, the towering white-furred barbarian with four massive arms, offered unstoppable strength. "Why me?" Kriskas had asked during their pact, his voice sharp with suspicion. Varvar merely grinned, flexing his extra limbs. "You're useful, little cat. Don't question gifts." Their goals aligned for now—power, revenge, riches—but the contract left gaps. One humid evening, Varvar returned early from scouting. He pushed open Kriskas's door without knocking. There, sprawled on silken cushions, Kriskas toyed with a thick glass phallus, his cock already hard and twitching. Sweat glistened on his lean chest. "Varvar! Get out," Kriskas hissed, ears flattening, yet he didn't cover himself. The bigger tabaxi's four eyes gleamed with hunger. "Our deal didn't forbid this. You're mine to use as I see fit now." Kriskas's witty retort came fast. "Use? I'm no one's doll. Find another plaything." But Varvar's strength was law; refusal meant broken alliance and doom. Tension crackled as Varvar approached, two hands pinning Kriskas's wrists while the others explored. "Fight all you want. Your body says otherwise—pussy wet and dripping already?" Kriskas snarled but arched into the touch, horny despite protests. "Witty words won't save you. Open that pretty mouth." The blowjob began with Varvar's massive cock thrusting between Kriskas's lips. Panting filled the room as four arms controlled every angle. Kriskas gagged yet sucked with defiant skill, tongue swirling. "That's it, omega. Take it deep." Varvar growled, pulling back to flip the smaller cat onto all fours. His cock, hard and veined, pressed against Kriskas's ass. "No lube for rebels." But Kriskas's own dripping arousal eased the way. Varvar thrust in, two arms spreading cheeks while others stroked Kriskas's cock and teased his nipples. The pace built—sweating bodies slapping, cum threatening. Kriskas moaned witty insults between gasps. "Your strength... uncontrollable brute!" Yet he pushed back, pussy-like heat clenching around the invader. Varvar came first, flooding him with hot cum, then worked Kriskas to his own explosive release. They collapsed, panting. Varvar's arms lingered possessively. "This alliance just got personal." The night hinted at deeper chains to come.