A Heritage of Power 4: Jerik's Story 9.99:
Creating a Rohr

by Fur and Fantasy
NC-17 for Herm/Herm
full contents and notes located at the bottom of the file

Tomar rumbled softly and snuggled up against Jerik as the Servants took their dishes away after dinner.

"Good to be home again, isn't it?" He murmured, hugging the smaller Kat.

"Very," he smiled and lifted his nose for a kiss. "I've finally had time to sit down and work out all the mechanics behind a Rohr form too."

"Long term?" Tomar asked, giving him the kiss he was expecting and then another, on his neck, shifting his forelegs under Jerik's ass to prop him up a bit.

"I wouldn't risk being a mother yet, but my test did hold most of the day until I chose to shift back." He nodded. "When you feel up to it, I'd like your input into my Rohr form."

"'Bout what parts of it?" Tomar asked, hugging him close. "You have a name picked out yet?"

"Not yet," he nuzzled the bigger male. "Gender, build, coloration, eyes, plus all the fine points. I want an attractive mate for you, and good sire material for when we're ready."

"I'm kinda partial to the color you've got right now," Tomar admitted with a slight blush. "Not quite a normal Rohr color, but something similar would be nice. And gender ... definitely female, if you don't mind it," he grinned shyly.

"I don't mind female," he smiled fondly at his mate and Defender and chuckled. "That was the first thing I tried when I started to shapeshift. As for color ... something like this?" He brought his hand up to create a generic female Rohr with a rusty-red base pelt layered with grey, black and browns along her flanks and face and faint cinnamon tiger-stripes blending in with them.

"That pelt looks good," Tomar smiled. "You're looking for sire potential, right? Not dame?"

"Yes," Jerik nodded easily. "Both wouldn't be bad if you like the looks, but if I'm going to be pregnant, it'll be for Kat kittens. Male Rohr are so much better suited for it."

"I've wondered if Marash wasn't trying to say something with that, sometimes," Tomar chuckled. "A good sire ... Selar's build is pretty close, really," he mused. "Not too bulky, but strong and well-built. A good hunter, not necessarily somebody so big and muscular they'd be painful mounting you."

Jerik nodded and the illusion took on the look of a real Rohr, rather than an academic illustration. "Like this?"

"Mmm ... close, though I wouldn't mind a bit bulkier," Tomar rumbled, nuzzling Jerik's head and giving the tom a mental image that soon appeared in the form of slightly larger breasts and the build that was often selected for archery training.

"So how about eye color?"

"Golden brown, maybe?" Tomar suggested, thinking about it for a bit, trying to imagine the perfect Rohr mate for him, then considered the results as Jerik modified the life-sized illusion for him.

"Mmm ... maybe a slightly shorter muzzle then?" Tomar suggested, snuggling up close to Jerik, the faint arousal to his scent suggesting that they were definitely on the right track.

Jerik nodded and modified her looks to what he was picking up from his mate, pleased that just the look was working so well. "Is her overall look from the side good?" He rotated the image so they saw her from the side rather than the front, and had a fairly good look between her hind legs from where they were sitting.

"Mhm," Tomar nodded. "You've got the length right now," he chuckled, nuzzling Jerik lightly.

"What about between her legs?" He rumbled, turned on by a Rohr cock after being intimate with one for the better part of two years. "Like what you see?"

"Mmm ... only one way to be sure, but I do so far," Tomar rumbled back, glancing down at the slightly larger than normal shaft between the female's hind legs.

"Want to try it out?" Jerik asked with a deep rumble. "I need to find out how well you fit up front too."

"Mmm ... you top first, then I go?" Tomar suggested, rumbling just as deeply and licking Jerik's ear.

"Works for me," he grinned with a shiver of anticipation and stood to give himself room to transform. "I'm still not very coordinated with four legs yet." He admitted just before the spell wove around him and enlarged his body, altering the two-legged male Kat into the four-legged female Rohr that showed her arousal very clearly.

"Mmm ... we'll just have to work on that then," Tomar winked, standing up and stepping close to Jerik's new form, wrapping one arm around her upper body, reaching up with the other to fondle her breasts. "Looks good though," he grinned, nuzzling her neck and inhaling the familiar scent of his mate, changed by the new form but still similar.

"Good," she nuzzled him back, rumbling softly at the pleasure of his touch. "Any thoughts on a name?"

"Mmm ... gimme a little time to think about that," Tomar murmured, kissing Jerik lightly. "Want to pick a good one, after all. And right now, thinking isn't really the first thing on my mind," he grinned.

"I bet," she chuckled and shifted so she could stroke his full erection. "It's not on mine either. Just you."

"Love you," Tomar rumbled, kissing her and pressing up into her touch, reaching down between them to stroke the slick, lightly-furred female sex between her forelegs.

"Ohhh," she shivered and instinctively spread her forelegs a bit. "What you do to me." She breathed sharply, her body already twitching inside; the tingling spiral of pleasure that she'd learned to associate with an orgasm building.

"Lots of practice," Tomar grinned and reached down, pressing a thick finger up into her female sex, somewhat more spacious than in Ryka's form but no less exciting to touch and think about being inside. The hand stroking his cock was bigger too, more suited to his size but just as skilled as ever. "Let me pleasure you," he rumbled, rubbing her clit with the heel of his hand. "Or at least wind you up enough that you can't wait to take me," he added with a broad grin.

"Already there." She shuddered with a whimper and grabbed the back of his head to pull him into a hard kiss to mute her cries. His excitement at her body tightening around his finger and milking it hard only heightened her own pleasure and the need throbbing in her back half.

Tomar pressed against her, whimpering softly into the kiss, his manner shifting as he gave himself over to his mate's pleasure, massaging her breasts and sex alike. He didn't miss a beat when her legs almost buckled, supporting her with his body and hands until she came down enough to control herself again.

"I'm yours, Jerik," he murmured as their lips parted, licking at her muzzle submissively.

"Always," she breathed in return, a statement as much of devotion to him as it was acceptance of his submission and devotion. She kissed her way down his neck as he slipped his finger from her body. "Might be easier if you lay down." She murmured, blushing a bit. "I'm not all that confident about how Rohr do this, or my balance."

"We'll work on that," Tomar chuckled, turning around and laying down, looking back over his shoulder. "Want me to try standing after this, so you can get a feel for it?"

"Plenty of time for that after I'm coordinated enough not to fall on my face if I misjudge something." She chuckled and ran her hands up his flanks before using them to help guide her unfamiliar form along his back. Several moans later as she rubbed her female sex along the fur and muscle near his spine, she felt his rump against her heavy, hard cock and whimpered again in anticipation while she worked out how to slide in without seeing or touching what she was doing.

"Just try a few times," Tomar told her, guessing what the problem was. "Worst that happens if you've got to give me a bath later," he rumbled.

"They way we get going, I'll have to anyway," she leaned forward to nuzzle him and tried again, this time sliding down through the slick valley between his lips. "Still delicious." She shuddered and corrected the angle a bit to press inside him at the familiar feeling of his opening.

"Oh yes," Tomar moaned, pressing back against her with a deep moan of pleasure at being filled up all the way. Jerik didn't have barbs like this, but she did have a shaft sized to match Tomar's body and the form to trigger many more subtle erogenous zones that being mounted by another 'taur brought into play.

Jerik reached forward and wrapped her arms around Tomar's chest to guide him back so they could nuzzle and kiss while they mated. She slowly began to thrust into his body, the much tighter confines making it increasingly difficult to hold back and make it last.

"Mmm ... tie me," Tomar rumbled deeply, tilting his head to kiss Jerik as deeply as he could, bending his body a little uncomfortably so he could get closer. "Always another night," he whimpered softly, his body burning with desire and pleasure.

He howled and came when she made a deep, hard thrust that drove her swollen knot into his body and locked it there, sending Jerik over the edge as well. She tightened her arms around him and buried her face into his fur as she howled and shuddered, her body taking over as the orgasm swept through her.

Tomar fought the urge to reach down and stroke his rigid cock. His female sex wept juice around Jerik's shaft, pulling hard and tight as he milked her knot and shaft. His howl finished, he panted and whimpered, pressing back against Jerik needily.

"Oh, wow." She murmured as she caught her breath slightly, her cock still pulsing inside his body. "I can reach that," she murmured in his ear.

"Mmm ... hoping you'd be willing," Tomar grinned sheepishly, moaning as she shifted to the side a bit reached forward to close her fingers around his knot while her other hand played across his chest. It stretched her long body out, putting a little more pressure on her knot in his body and the lightning splashes of pleasure it caused.

He whimpered and reached back to rub her sides lovingly while she worked his cock with her hand and lapped at the tip with her tongue while she began to thrust into his body again, within the limits being tied allowed.

"Damn you are flexible!" Tomar moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, fighting to hold off as long as he could. It wasn't easy though; between the fingers and tongue at his cock and the blissful knot tugging at his female sex, he was well on his way to giving Jerik a face-full of Rohr-seed.

"There are advantages to designing a shape yourself," she chuckled before swirling her long, spongy tongue, so different from Jerik's natural one, around the tapered tip of his cock.

"Close," Tomar whimpered, reaching to rub the back of his lover's head. "Oh fuck ...."

He howled again as his mate closed her mouth around his tip and easily swallowed the offering without letting up on the attention her hand was giving him.

His balls pulled up close, emptying themselves into Jerik's mouth as his fem-sex contracted as well, milking the thick knot inside of it hungrily until it offered up another load of come. She threw her upper body back to howl in surprised pleasure as both her sexes spasmed at once.

"Hot damn." She panted behind his shoulder as she slowly came down. "Guy could really get used to this."

"Tell me about it," Tomar panted, leaning back and resting his head against Jerik's breasts lazily. "Mmm ... some time, think you'd like to try this with your barbs too?"

"I'd love to," she shuddered at the intensity of idea and tried to relax into the position she'd have to shift to get out of in under twenty minutes. "It sounds good to you?"

"Mhm," Tomar rumbled. "At least the idea," he grinned. "Stay tied with me?"

"For as long as is natural," she bent down and kissed him affectionately. "It does feel pretty good to be on this side of it."

"Now you know why I like it," Tomar rumbled happily, pressing back against his mate.

A Heritage of Power 4: Jerik's Story 9.99: Creating a Rohr

NC-17 for Herm/Herm
Het Level is None
Slash Level is
Femslash Level is None
Herm Level is HighHerm Smut Level is PWP

12 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written April 5, 2006 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann

Setting: Herath, Star Wars (Furry)

Primary Races: Kat, Rohr (Herm Wolftaur)

Contents: Furry. Herm.

Pairings: Jerik/Tomar

Blurb: Jerik and Tomar work out some of the finer details on Jerik's Rohr form.

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