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Ocelomeh are cute when they're feeling playful, still dangerous though.

>>40281692
Return to kot, conquistador

>>40209982
Don't fall for it. A cat's retaliation is not to be taken lightly. She'll knead, claw, and spank your bum until you're red. Even if you can resist the pain (and pleasure, nyaughty boy) as it happens, that's just the start of the cat's little trap.
Imagine a week of being too sore to sit on your ass. You can try resting on your side or your front, but that will just expose you to another round of her playing the bongos nya.
No, your best shot is to get down on your knees and rest your groin against something soft and plush and gropable. Just don't act surprised when your pecker gets wedged between her cheeks, and ultimately lodged deep within her folds. Just remember to lean forwards so you don't land on that sore tush once your hips give out from all the plapping, nyahahaha.

>>33100624
>Tribal girls and Noble girls
You'll get your ocelomeh chieftainess and like it

>>22767747
>not wanting ocelomeh
i'm sending you a mail-order bride ocelomeh for having shit taste

>>22525889
what's an excellent food to feed a ocelomeh?

>>22211953
>Still has that cocky grin on her face.

>>21759450
> 26th May, MDXXI Anno Domina Nostri Ilias
> Before the sun even rose I was woken from my sleep by the feel of claws on my neck; as my eyes opened I found myself gazing into the cruel face of the monster who had dishonoured me hours before, crouched over me as though to tear out my throat. In my terror I screamed; as though she thought it a challenge, she roared, her voice twice mine, her teeth like knives. Her appearence struck into me terror beyond all, but even sensing death my manhood strove upwards under its own design, as though desperate that I should leave behind issue before I return to God. As it touched against her quim her eyes shone and she engulfed me with one swing of her hips. Sancta Maria Immaculata, ne'er have I felt close to what I felt in my part at that moment. Though I thought myself empty still from her earlier abuse, her hips had not even met mine 'fore I spent myself within her as I have never before. I felt as though my life itself left me into this demon; and senses slipped from me.

> 27th May, MDXXI Anno Domina Nostri Ilias

> 28th May, MDXXI Anno Domina Nostri Ilias
> You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God. Despite my mortal sin, that I had lain with a beast as though a woman, yesterday I was spared the torment of waking - lest, this is what I conclude, as two days' worth of tacos lay in my cell when I woke. Though awake, I could not rise; bruises covered me from my tormentor's lust and cruelty. I climbed as best I could to my knees, and prayed Ave Maria, for hours and hours. Mother of God, forgive me.

> 29th May, MDXXI Anno Domina Nostri Ilias
> At noon today she came for me again. She wore an outfit of green feathers and as much gold as would buy three hundred acres back in Polove. A collar of feathers with leash also she held, her intention plain. I dared not resist to anger her as she affixed it round my neck; though once it constricted around me I found my courage and struggled, earning a claw raked across my chest to draw blood. Clad in rags and chained like a dog I was led from my cell. I was certain I was to die as her sacrifice. But instead I was led from the building out into the bright sun, and my breath left my body as I beheld the jaguars' city. Great pyramids of stone towered over canals and walkways the equal of any in our homeland; and all about prowled the jaguar women, sultry, feral, beautiful, terrible. They wore feathered clothes in all colours, or strips of cloth decorated with beads, or in some cases, nothing at all. They hooted and hollared as I was led through the streets, bruised, bleeding, and burning with shame. My captor stopped to speak with some in their incomprehensible tongue, disregarding me as though not there. In time we came to what must be her dwelling. I quailed at what cannibalism might still await me, as with the door closed she rounded on me with a fierce intensity and grabbed my bruised buttocks, licking her lips as though to consume me. But I cried out in pain from her touch, and to my surprise she relented. I was given a poultice, and she let me be.

> 30th May, MDXXI Anno Domina Nostri Ilias
> Today I was not let be. I was led by my collar from her home into the city. In so doing my heart leapt as I beheld another human! Don Rodrigo Fernandez, of the landing party; his condition as base as mine, slave of another jaguar, but alive, not sacrificed! I cried out to him, but no sooner had the words left my mouth than my leash was yanked and I found myself cast to the floor, my captor's furred foot in the small of my back. Fernandez and his owner were lost to the crowd before I was allowed back up. In time we arrived at a cobbled square, and the cat-demon bade me sit at flat bench. Not realising her depraved intent I did, and she placed herself in between my legs, her claws on my thighs, striped tail taut behind her as though excited. Unconcerned of the throngs around, with her teeth she pulled down my robes and extended her tongue to lick at my manhood! Aghast I made to push her away but my strength was as nothing against hers; then I made to do as I could to conceal her debauchery from the crowd, but she sunk her claws into my thighs as though in threat, so I had to suffer exposing myself as she lapped at my organ like a kitten at its milk. Other jaguars going about their business paused to whoop or applaud. The shame was indescribable, yet still my organ rose under her licks, until it was of a stiffness that she could force it into her throat, growling and slobbering like a feasting whore as she thrust me in and out of her gullet. A small crowd gathered; ere I closed my eyes in humiliation I saw a child-jaguar even began touching her own leaking sex at the sight of my outrage. When my seed erupted as a torrent within her, I heard applause and laughter ripple through our vouyers. As for my tormentor; I knew not that any creature could sneer with a cock in its mouth, but now I do.

>>21530757
Part 2
>I woke up earlier than expected.
>Looks like nothing has changed, thankfully.
>The ocelomeh is still asleep.
>I didn't want to move around too fast after I just woke up, so I decided to take another good look at her.
>She still looked a little dangerous, yet she was pretty cute, especially while still asleep.
>I made the bindings pretty tight, so it really emphasizes her decently-sized bust while doing a good job hiding her tied arms.
>Her thighs were kind of thick as well. The ropes on her legs couldn't hide that at all.
>The bell collar also looked pretty good on her despite how its civilized look contrasted with her savage clothing (or lack thereof).
>If it weren't for the last part, I would have a hard time remembering that this was the woman that tried to beat me up and capture me.
>I can still see why the natives are afraid of them, but it's nice knowing that they were never in mortal danger.
>I went untie her from the tree and undo most of her leg bindings.
>Damn, those thighs. I'm already having a hard time removing my gaze from them, imagine how hard it would be escaping while trapped between them.
>The armbinding can stay. I don't want her to retaliate.
>She would probably bind me even harder than how she is right now knowing that I can fight back.
>It was probably thanks to me just having a sturdier weapon rather than actual skill.
>However, my weapon was pretty dull, and though my training wasn't that advanced, it still empowered me enough to defend against her berserkery.
>Speaking of weapons, what was that thing anyways?
>As I examined the weapon, I took a closer look at the blades.
>They looked extremely sharp, but they didn't look like there were smelted.
>I touched one by the side. It made me feel a little... heated, but not literally. The blades were most certainly not warm in a thermal sense.
>The blade certainly felt sharp, yet there wasn't even an indentation on my skin. I did feel a little sensitive.
>Maybe I should've asked what the hell it was first. It could be poison.
>I made a quick step towards her to wake her up.
>The first thing I wanted to ask was what the blades were made of and if they were covered in anything.
>She gave a high-pitched yawn before speaking.
>"You wake me up without any greeting or asking how my sleep was?"
>"To be fair, you're not really in a position to be expecting that, but I guess I could ask that. How was it?
>"It was ok. These ropes didn't make it too difficult, but I do wish they were a bit looser."
>She's trying to charm me. Probably so that she has a chance to break out.
>"I can't do that right now. When we get to my camp, I'll see what I can do, but for now I need to ask something important. What are your blades made of and what is your weapon capable of?"
>"So you want to know that. I'll tell you, but I am also interested in what yours is."
>I detected a hint of sultriness in her tone, but I said "Fair enough."
>She returned to her normal voice "That weapon we ocelomeh use is called a macuahuitl."
>"A mack-wah-tol?" I said with mild fascination. "It looks like a club inspired by a saw."
>"It's a weapon used to wound and incapacitate our targets rather than kill them. The blades are made of some sort of stone that inflicts no physical trauma, so even if it sliced through your neck you would physically be unharmed. However, your mana would be cut to ribbons and you would be unable to fight with enough strikes, even uncritical ones. It's how we capture our men."
>"They don't look hard enough to cut-through plate or chain-mail, but I only have the mail, and only on part of my body. The club itself looks like it could do substantial blunt damage."
>"That's true." She spoke a bit louder, but dropped bakc down. "But it's nothing a little mana transfusion and basic first aid can't fix. Besides, your weapon looked too hard to not break it. What is it anyways? It looks so shiny and clean."
>I wouldn't call it either. It's kind of dull and unpolished.
>"This is a knightly sword. It's made of iron, much tougher than wood and stone. I assume your civilization doesn't know metallurgy yet, right?"
>"We don't have much use for iron rocks. How did you make the iron so strong?"
>"It's a complicated process. We gotta move."
>After packing things up, I carefully helped her up. Her dark skin felt really warm. It was very tempting to feel it. Her bell jingled as she got up.
>Using the rope as a leash, we walked back out of the clearing and into the jungle.
>I had not much of an idea of where I was going, but I probably didn't want to go near the direction of where she first tried to ambush me from.
Working on Part 3

>>21290108
I'll touch however many butts I want, and gods damn the consequences!
>>21290110
>>21290110
The loincloth really makes it look nice and round, doesn't it?

Pat the Cat.