Calix took a step closer, pushing his chest between Jack’s legs and leaning in for a kiss as his hand wrapped around Jack’s cock. “Definitely.”
Jack exhaled and opened his lips, feeling unusually pliant. “How do you usually do this? I can’t reach you from here.”
Calix’s tongue slipped under Jack’s lip, making his cock throb in the thick fingers. “That depends what you would like to do. You could stay here and I could suck you off. Or you could get down and have a look at my tool. I know it’s not as straightforward as with humans, but it’ll be worth the effort.”
A deep shudder went down Jack’s spine, and he pressed his knees to either side of Calix’s waist. “As lovely as your face is, I can’t help but wonder what you’re hiding down there.” With that, he slid off the branch, not caring about the wood scratching his buttocks.
“Go on, see for yourself.” Calix crossed his arms on his chest, his eyes half-lidded, and a lovely flush already coloring his cheeks. “I want to feel you touch me.”
Oh. That made sense. Were centaurs considered such flirts because they couldn’t jerk off on their own? Jack would have probably also developed some impressive seduction skills if his only way to get off were to include another person.
Jack grinned, but his excitement wouldn’t let him wait any longer, and he moved toward the back of Calix’s body, almost stumbling when he saw the impressive dick that was already out of its sheath. Wide, long, and with a flattened head weighing the whole thing down toward the ground, it was a magnificent piece of flesh. Jack’s brain was instantly overcome with noise that tickled at the pleasure centers inside his skull, leading his mindless self closer, then to his knees.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, not yet daring to touch the huge tool, and petting Calix’s thigh instead. The centaur was tall enough to easily accommodate Jack underneath him in a kneeling position, and as Jack crawled farther under the taut belly, the scent of arousal—muskier than any human’s—penetrated his nostrils like an arrow poisoned with lust.
His breath was barely a tremble when he leaned forward, wrapped both of his hands around the thick cock and licked the tip with a groan of satisfaction.
His venator senses broke past the lusty haze and drew his attention to fumbling in a nearby tree, and to his absolute shock and dread, he spotted a furry ginger body climbing the trunk. He would’ve recognized its markings anywhere. From the white stripes on the tail to the tufted ears and white furry paws, there was no doubt that this was no one other but Roux Chat-Bonnes, and if Jack didn’t move now, he would be spotted.
Chapter 3
Jack’s brain was a moist sponge that could no longer absorb any other information. So he stupidly looked back at the handsome chat, who’d purposefully ignored him for so long. The judgmental prude didn’t even know what he was missing.
And for once, Jack had a way to show him. Without thinking, he licked the flared head of Calix’s cock again, before delving his tongue into the slit. The firm thighs of his lover tensed, and one of the hooves lifted, only to loudly thump against the ground.
“Oh, yesss,” Calix hissed in that accented voice, unaware that they had an audience. Or was he just as shameless as Jack?
The cockhead barely fit into Jack’s mouth, but he sucked on it with eagerness, ready to show Roux that he was uninhibited, adventurous, and unafraid of tasting new pleasures. He reached for the heavy balls, wondering if centaurs groomed each other to be so clean. He could just imagine a whole courtyard of centaurs, getting water from a well, brushing each other’s tails, and giving each other favors that went beyond a wash.
Calix’s dick was long and thicker than any human male’s Jack had ever serviced this way, so he had to rely on his hands to give his partner pleasure. With his lips stretched wide and hands tight on the girth, he couldn’t deny himself a glance toward the tree where he’d last seen Roux. His insides burned with excitement, and his cock was rock-hard when he thought of the standoffish chat seeing him like this.
Roux hid behind the tree trunk, but his tail was visible, and when Jack caught him taking a peek, Roux hid as if his fur had been set on fire. Would he give in to lust and jerk off while watching Jack suck the centaur?
Jack reached to his own cock at the lewdness of it all.
“That’s it, Jack. You’re doing so good,” Calix moaned, dragging his back hoof over the ground and rocking his cock into Jack’s mouth. How much cum would this beast even have?
Plenty. Jack was sure he’d have his fill by the end of this. So he gave it his all, slobbering around the length, sucking, licking and mouthing it while his hands wandered all over his lover’s groin area. His own dick was left neglected out of necessity, but whenever he thought about the third participant, hidden away yet listening and watching, his hungry cock twitched.
The centaur was a magnificent beast, and his hairy legs kept rubbing Jack’s exposed skin whenever he moved. Jack playfully touched the top of his head against Calix’s belly, making the centaur moan again. He was no longer conscious of propriety, so when the thick length exploded down his throat, he swallowed as if he were trying to down a whole bottle of water at once.
He stabbed his tongue into the slit at the tip as he undid his pants and grabbed his starved dick. It took only seconds for pleasure to wash over him like the warm waves of the sea.
He still moaned around the cockhead as he slowed his strokes down but kept his eyes half open, wishing to see Roux peeking out again. And there he was. Ears and whiskers twitching, Roux stole a glance at Jack kneeling under Calix with his mouth overflowing with cum and his cock in his hand.
The satisfaction of it was undeniable.
Jack gave Calix’s leg a brief hug, but eventually tucked his cock back in and stood, resting some of his weight on his beautiful partner. “That was lovely,” he said softly, petting the centaur along the back.
Calix turned to him with a blissful smile. “Not everyone is as skilled as you,” he said, but lifted his front hooves off the ground with a yelp, at the sound of a branch snapping.
It had to be Roux’s way of trying to warn them he was coming, because he was never this sloppy in his approach. Jack stroked Calix’s back and even leaned down to kiss the dark coat that smelled of sun and sweat. In the corner of his eye, he could already see red fur.
Roux put up his paws, and the pink pads underneath were too precious for words. Jack had to bite his lip to stop himself from saying that out loud. Roux just needed to ask for it, and he’d kiss them all over. They could then go back to hating each other, or whatever.
For now, Jack would have the pleasure of enjoying the view, because with the weather so hot, Roux had opted for wearing only a pair of loose linen pants, inviting Jack’s roaming stare.
“I don’t want to hear it, I’m not here to find out about your freaky sex life.”
Calix wrapped his arms on his chest with a frown. “And who are you? Freaky? Well, excuse me. Don’t you chats have spikes in your dicks?”
Roux hissed. “This is none of your business!”
Jack stretched and stood in front of Calix, determined to be on his lover’s side. “You of all people should not be judgmental. We are all the same. You want to be a part of what humans built, so you became a venator. What exactly is offending you so much about a human and a centaur spending time together?”
“Maybe the fact that you’re using someone of lesser means to get off and move on. I’ve been on this island for a while now, and I’ve found out how things work around here.”
Calix stomped his hoof against the ground so hard Roux flinched. “This chat better mind his own business if he doesn’t want to end up trampled.”
Jack protectively rested his arm on Calix’s back. “That’s right, Chat-Bonnes. You have no right to judge anyone based on your prejudice. Why did you disturb us in the first place?”
Roux kept his chin high, but Jack still noticed the green eyes dart down every now and then. That’s it, look at what you’re missing out on.
“I… I’m here on an assignment. I’ve had information that this is an area where a centaur foal has been abducted, and it’s not the first disappearance of this kind. This is all a joke, a vacation to you, but you don’t care that their little ones are being taken from under your nose.”
Jack frowned. “Oh… I’m sad to hear that, but isn’t that kind of stuff a matter for the police? Why did they call on you?”
Roux made a wide gesture with his arm. “Because the police are sluggish, and the family is desperate to find their son. They suspect the police don’t care enough about the disappearance, and I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. Do you think a centaur’s life is all sand, hay, and sunshine?”
Calix groaned. “Great pun, chat. What cattery have they taught you that at?”
Jack laughed and patted Calix’s back. “Good one. Who abducted the foal anyway? Isn’t it family members in most cases?”
Roux’s fur bristled, and he took off his backpack to pull out a notebook. “If I knew who’d done it, I would have handed them over to the authorities. Now stop wasting my time, and tell me if you’ve seen this youngling anywhere.”
He pulled out a tattered photo of a young centaur with long black hair and a ball in his hands.
Jack sighed. He felt sorry for the kid and his family, but at the end of the day it was none of his bus—
“This can’t be,” Calix cried, snatching the photo out of Roux’s paws. His proud form slouched, and a grimace twisted his previously serene features.
Jack’s heart skipped a beat. “Calix?”
“It’s my brother, Ezio. He… they were supposed to keep him away from the town!”
Roux’s face went slack. “I’m so sorry that you had to find out this way.”
Calix was breathing harder by the second. “I need to go to my family. I… I’m not always allowed to see them. I’m sorry, Jack, I need to go.” He took a step closer to Roux, and leaned down to grab Roux’s hand. “I’m sorry for any offence, Mr. Chat. Please find him, and I will be forever in your debt.”
Jack grabbed Calix’s forearm. His pleasure trip was rapidly turning into something sinister. “I want to help, too!”
“Meet me at the fountain in town in two hours. We can go search together, but I need to talk to my parents first.”
Roux nodded. “We will do anything we can to find your brother.”
Calix didn’t even wait for an answer, and galloped past the olive grove, along the beach.
Jack’s heart sank, and he looked at Roux, feeling his earlier relaxed enthusiasm fizzle out at a rapid pace. “Fuck. This is a kid. Shouldn’t all the citizens be notified? Somebody must have seen something!”
Roux shook his head. “How about you go back to your drinks,” he hissed, and to Jack’s disbelief, he started walking back along the trail.
So Jack wouldn’t be fucking a chat anytime soon.
“How about you take your head out of your ass for once? Wait for me.”
Roux did stop, but even with his back to Jack, it was clear he’d crossed his arms over his chest. The tip of his tail shifted back and forth above the ground.
“How many species have you ticked off your bucket list by now, huh?”
Jack grinned at the thought of his notebook filled with observations. “Well, I haven’t had a chat…”
Roux bristled. “We don’t need to do this together. You are clearly busy with other endeavours.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Of course. You of all people know I have no heart and that I don’t care for anyone but myself. Maybe I should have let you have a taste of the wolves.”
Jack regretted his words the moment Roux whimpered and glanced over his shoulder with ears flat against his head. “I… um.” It was a rare sight to see the stubborn chat speechless.
Jack scowled, joining Roux on the path. “Look… that didn’t come out right. Point is, we didn’t start off on the right foot, but I’m not a bad guy. I became a venator to serve humanity.” And to become as famous as his Father. Or more, preferably.
“Of course you did. So why do you care about an abducted foal? He’s not really humanity, is he?” At least Roux’s tone wasn’t as harsh as before.
Jack clenched his teeth and scratched his nape. “I meant it as a universal word… in the sense of all sentient creatures,” he said, even though that hadn’t been the case. When he’d started out in the profession, humans had been the only ones he’d found of interest and value. But things had changed. He was no longer that same man. “And besides, anyone would join the search for an abducted child. It’s in our collective nature.”
They walked side by side, and his mind went blank when he stole a glance at Roux’s stomach where in the sparse hair, he spotted nipples. Were they sensitive to the touch?
“Not many venators think that way. I… I actually decided to become a venator to get involved in things like this. I’m always proud to slay a tarantoid, but too few venators want to help creatures, too. Most are just on the lookout for the next thing they can kill. Pactors don’t actively work the way we do, and the police often neglect the problems creatures face.”
Jack licked his lips, looking at the sand under their feet. There was a lot of truth to what Roux was saying. Most venators he knew were in if for the thrill, fame, and a job that wasn’t in an office or factory. A venator could earn a decent living with only a couple of jobs per month, depending on the bounty. It was very rare that venators spoke fondly of creatures, or explicitly declared the will to protect them.
“That sucks.”
They walked along the beach where not so long ago, he’d been pressing his boner against the spine of a centaur. Was it really so selfish to wish Roux’s appearance had come that bit later? He’d barely began exploring Calix’s body.
Roux let out a low grumble. “It does suck, Jack. Just like you.” He paused. “Wait. Not because I’m trying to shame you for literally sucking. I— What I mean is—”
Jack groaned. “Really? What did I do, huh? What don’t you like about me this time?”
“You’re… You’re using that poor centaur. You don’t care.” Roux hissed and backed away when a wave washed over his feet. “All you care about is indulging in your fetish.”
Jack frowned, but his lips stretched into a smile full of disbelief. Had he even heard that right? “Using him? He got the head of his life. Who’d say no to that?”
“He’s a prostitute, Jack. You think I don’t know that? Why do you think his brother was abducted? Because people like you don’t treat them as creatures with their own dreams and goals.”
Jack rested his hands on his hips, trying to swallow the bitter aftertaste in his mouth. “Prostitution is as old as the world itself. And besides, we both know centaurs don’t have all that many work opportunities here. This pays well, and it’s not like I’m making weird demands. I just think he’s very attractive.” And a centaur.
As if to slap Jack in the face, on the other side of the beach, two giggly women were riding one centaur and patting his rump, even though he was telling them to stop it.
Roux sped up, so Jack had to as well. “Right. And you haven’t wondered why they don’t have that many opportunities. Because, who cares, sexy centaurs, right?”
Jack spread his arms. “I don’t make the local politics. So many of those centaurs see this as an opportunity to give their families a decent life, and that’s a choice they are making. I want my lovers to enjoy themselves, and they are getting cash on top of that. What’s so wrong in helping each other out?”
“Helping? You don’t know what his situation is!” Roux’s fur got all bristly. “All you’re thinking about is your own pleasure. I can’t imagine being pushed to do a job like that.”
Jack gestured in the vague direction of the town. “And not all centaurs do it. But some enjoy it. Calix definitely does. They’re not like chats, so what’s the point of comparing yourself to them?”
Roux put his hands up and stopp
ed by the beach bar. “Pay for sex if you wish. I can’t tell you what to do.” He took off his backpack and pulled out some posters featuring the foal’s photos.
He was adorable. And had features so similar to Calix’s it made Jack’s feet freeze to the sand. “I don’t… usually do it. I don’t have to. It’s just that I’ve been approached, and he seemed nice.”
He must have said something right, because Roux’s tense expression softened. “Will you help me put up the posters?”
Jack took half of them from Roux’s paws and looked around the beach, at the people who enjoyed the afternoon sun without a care in the world while a child was missing. “Do you have a plan? Should I ask around? Maybe I could try to intervene with the police? You might not like it, but my surname opens many doors.”
“I guess it does make sense.” Roux scratched his ear. “Can you go and put up the posters in town, too? And I will meet you at the fountain.”
Jack glanced at the smiling face of the centaur foal, sighing when his insides twisted in sympathy. Poor Calix. “Will do. See you soon,” he said and raised his hand.
Roux frowned and very slowly lifted his paw for an apprehensive high-five. It gave Jack a secret thrill to touch him. Would it be inappropriate to try to flirt again? Probably.
“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting this of you.”
Jack smirked and tapped Roux’s paw again, just to touch the soft, cute pads of skin again. “If there are women, children, or men to save, Jack Addison will always be your man, Chat-Bonnes!”
Roux looked to the sand with a little smile. “You may call me Roux.”
Jack stared at him, perhaps for a bit too long. “Jack. See you soon, Roux,” he said, stepping away from him without turning around.
When Roux moved, his tail rubbed Jack’s hand, and Jack had to bite his lip not to groan. He only released his breath when Roux walked off.
Jack stared after him for a couple of heartbeats, but the thick wad of paper in his hands reminded him what he’d promised to do. He left the beach behind and proceeded to staple the posters to energy posts, wooden fences, and even asked shopkeepers to put them up in their windows. Jack didn’t have as much success as he’d hoped for at that.
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