The impact of her back against the marble column of the Hall of Heroes made her gasp.

The panda's strong paws wrapped around her hips as his tongue entered and explored the feline's mouth. Immediately, she reciprocated the act. The panda's fingers ran down her strong back, eager and desperate to rummage every inch of orange and black fur.

That bare torso was not entirely unknown to the Dragon Warrior. This was not at all the first time they found themselves in this situation.

Several months ago, the panda started to make a habit of taking her. They did it when it was her turn to keep the night guard of the palace. He would visit her during her shower in the late afternoons. When she meditated at the Peach tree at night.

Surprisingly there was never a conversation about why it happened, nor did she or he make any comments afterward.

She never tried to stop him, and since then, she didn't want to either. Something about not owning up to their actions gave the Tiger a sense of relief.

Tigress moaned and shuddered as he lifted her, pressing her even more against the cold marble.

He kept full control. That did not bother her; he seemed experienced. The bear was not delicate either. Most times, he was aggressive. Gods knew she could be aggressive as well when she wanted to, but this was an overpowering force she couldn't fight.

Even though he had her pinned against the column, there was something seemingly out of place; his eyes were unfamiliar, his touch was soft, and he seemed strangely unprepared.

Po kissed her neck as she untied the bandages from her chest. He slipped his paw into those dark charcoal pants he had ripped carelessly so many times before and began to touch her. Tigress moaned under his every move and tried to get closer to him.

From the first day the panda arrived at the Jade Palace; he had a way of making her feel things. Whether it was courage, anger, contempt, admiration, satisfaction, concern, or desire, he had the key to making her feel.

Po buried his face into the endless white fur of her breasts and gently inhaled the essence of the leader of the Furious Five.

In one subtle move, the bear stopped what he was doing.

"How is it that you can get me to act like this?"

She was disheveled. Her eyes are watery with lust in the darkness. The dim lighting provided by the candles and incense the feline had lit a few hours ago was more than enough for the lovers who were there.

"I was asking myself the same thing, Dragon Warrior."

"You fascinate me; you know that?" When Po didn't receive an answer, he raised her body, making her gasp, and lowered her slowly so that her sex brushed completely against his. The sensation made her tremble; she bit her lip as she tried not to squirm in response to the friction he was provoking.

"I'll take that as a yes." He said, already feeling the wetness of the fine fabric of the feline's pants.

He gripped her hips in place while she wrapped her arms around his neck. Fearing being discovered, the muffled growls disappeared into gasps and whispers until it all came crashing to an end.

He kissed her one last time that night and left without explanation—no comment on why or how he arrived.

She never alluded to protests or questions for what is left unsaid, quickly becomes a habit.