You can't wait; take them in a tent!

By this point, your mouth is literally watering. You've been fondling and embracing a hot sabertooth-girl, and now you've got two of them cuddling up against you. "Hey, Pam, do you have a tent we could use?"

Pam smiles, an almost predatory expression with her long incisors and feral green eyes. Then she and Kayla lead you over to a kind of small hut. It's about ten feet on each side, held up by what look like mammoth bones (on closer inspection, you notice that they're really a lightweight resin molded to look like big bones - no mammoth-girls were harmed in the making of this tent!), covered by equally real-looking mammoth-hide. Two thick fur mats lie on the floor, and various tribal paraphernalia hang from the walls and ceiling, from dreamcatchers to tiny bird skulls. It's surprisingly warm in here, and as you enter, Kayla pulls the flap shut behind you, fastening it closed.

No sooner are the three of you inside than the girls are on you again, their curvy, heavily muscled bodies pressed against you, pawlike hands stroking your head, shoulders, back and sides. Pam manages to get in front of you, and forces her rough tongue between your lips, grinding her crotch against your already stiff cock. A guttural sound escapes your throat as you grab her hips, squeezing her firm round ass and pressing it harder against your crotch.

Kayla notices that your manhood is still trapped inside your jeans. From behind you, she slowly slides her paws around your waist, then down to your belt, unfastening it. Then she unbuttons your pants and unzips your fly. She reaches in, then pauses as she discovers that your boxers are still in the way. "Master wears far too many clothes," she purrs. "Why hide such a handsome body? We of the Sabertooth Clan have no need for concealing cloth."

"No, you definitely don't," you agree, reaching back to find her sex. Upon locating the source of so much radiant heat, you stroke her outer lips, your palm sliding over her erect clit. Kayla gasps, a deep, rumbling purr welling up from within.

Meanwhile, Pam finally finishes what Kayla started, sliding her paw inside your undergarments and grasping your shaft. "Ooh, so hard!" she coos. "I could suck on suck a meat stick all day!" She slides down your body, licking as she goes, her moist, sandpapery tongue rasping on your cheek, your chest, your belly. She pauses at your navel, swirling that abrasive yet pleasurable organ around inside, then finally tugs your jeans and underwear down to your knees, exposing your throbbing erection to the open air. She gasps in delight, then pounces on it, engulfing your shaft, and begins sucking and licking for all she's worth.

Caught up in the ecstasy of Pam's rough feline blowjob, you start to feel lightheaded. Sensing this, Kayla eases you gently down onto the fur mats, which are now lying side-by side as a single bed. She moves out from beneath you, lifting your arms and pulling off your shirt so that your bare back is lying atop a bed of warm, silky fur. Then Kayla moves to straddle you, leaning down to give you another intense French kiss, and you feel her tongue caressing and sliding around your own. "It is an honor to be chosen by such a strong and loving Master," she says softly. "Perhaps Master would care for a taste of mine undying affection?"

"Ohh yeah!" you gasp, as Kayla scoots up and positions her snatch over your mouth. Her puffy pink lips show through her golden fur, and you can feel her thick female musk clouding your mind with lust. Bringing your arms back down, you grasp her hips and begin eating Kayla out. The younger saber-catgirl throws her head back and cries out, clutching and squeezing at her breasts as you lick and suck and nibble at her sex.

As you drink in Kayla's nectar, Pam purrs as she continues to deep-throat your cock, the vibration traveling up from your loins until your entire body seems to hum like a live wire. As the three of you pleasure one another, you wonder idly who will come first.