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Puss awoke in a cold sweat during the dead of night. the night with a panicked gasp and racing heart. The vigilante cat shot upright with a racing heart and heaving chest. He'd had another nightmare. It had been over a month since his run-in with Death, and though he was no longer afraid of losing his last life? He couldn't shake those feelings that shook him to the core during that whole ordeal: Dread. Fear. Helplessness. Paralysis. Flashes of that moment he stared Death straight in the eyes with his rapier at his boots flashed before his eyes. Standing still, frozen stiff with a cold chill coursing through his veins. Even now, he could feel his fur rising along the nape of his neck with each troubling memory, feeling those sensations as if he were still there. The shivers rolling down his spine. That dry taste in his mouth. His hand absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck as he muttered a groggy curse under his breath. A quick look out the open window told him exactly how little he'd actually slept. "C�geme..." He hissed just above a whisper, looking across the room to find Perrito snoring in a makeshift dog bed and Kitty Softpaws sleeping. They both looked peaceful as a...well, kitten and puppy. Their time as a trio didn't end once the wish was made, the group opting to travel in each other's welcome company as both partners in arms and friends. They were always together, barely spending any time apart as their previous adventure forged an unbreakable bond between them that, quite literally, even Death couldn't split up. Perrito was ecstatic to have a family who understood him, and Kitty loved the chance to exchange jabs of wit with...almost an equal competitor. Naturally, the relationship between two cats who spent all their time with naught but the companionship of a twitching paw built to something more intimate. It was a poorly kept secret between the two that Kitty would love to dance the horizontal samba with Puss. She didn't try to hide it, but there was a coquettish way in which she refused to openly say the words...yet. And to be clear, Puss felt the same way about her! He'd gone admittedly too long without feeling the sultry purr of a beautiful senorita moaning under him. But after their adventure ended? After that final moment staring Death dead in the eyes... ... ...something changed. After some controlled breathing exercises, Puss repeated a mantra he'd used for a few months now to slow his racing pulse. The nightmares had grown more vivid with each passing night, allowing the brave and dar desperado just a few hours of sleep each night. If even that. Kneading along his neck helped a bit, but it couldn't suppress the quiet groan as he rubbed at his hooded, exhausted eyes. "Mierda, I can't keep going like this. Don't think Kitty's noticed yet, no sleep makes for a grumpy gato..." The words were barely out of his mouth before he paused and scoffed at his words. "Grumpy gato? The hell is this, a cartoon?" Puss threw his head back against the pillow, smashing down on it with a sudden poomf. Staring up at the ceiling of the rundown inn gave him something to focus on other than his thoughts, which he so desperately needed. The bags under his eyes spoke volumes, not even alluding to how horrible he felt physically. A knot formed deep in the pitt of his stomach a few days back, and it was getting harder and harder to keep his thoughts straight with each passing day. Puss had to figure out what was going on before he snapped...and fast. "Alright...think, Puss. What happened? What made my life go to shit..." The low murmuring hardly carried a sound as Puss ensured Kitty and Perrito hadn't stirred. They hadn't, a sigh of relief escaping from his tight chest. "Think, Puss, think. You had a grand adventure. You found a kind of screwed up family, and you showed Death you wouldn't hold yourself..." Muddled thoughts made for poor focus, but as he trailed off from that last bit? Puss realized that every fear. Every hesitation. Every moment of panic. They brought him back to one common source. Death. The wolf was terrifying, there was no doubt about that. But Puss had overcome his fear of dying, so...why? He was living life unafraid, fully confident, refusing to...hold anything back. He blinked a few times, feeling as if he was close to something but losing it as his head nodded in weariness. "I'm not afraid of you, lobo. Not...not afraid, but...but he never...I-I never..." The thought trailed off unfinished, slow breaths and idly purrs taking its place as Puss once again sank into the darkened realm of dreams. His body shifted lazily, muscles relaxing and tail swaying as his subconscious thoughts roamed free. Free of guidance. Free of hesitation. Free of social norms. But also... Free of reason. The first few moments were calm, akin to an actual restful cycle of sleep. Quiet. Peaceful, even. But it wouldn't stay that way long. Puss' mind continued to stir and shape his worries, fears, anxieties, and unease into a visual manifestation of his mind. His body shifted restlessly in the physical plane, reflecting a troubled mind as his mental dreamscape slowly became his reality. Darkness. Endless darkness. Silence, save for a breath. His? Yes, his. Relief, then hesitation. Step by step. Hands raised. Tail swaying. A quick sniff of the air. Still, nothing. The seconds ticked by, releasing some of the tension Puss felt as a heavy, thankful sigh eased its way into the still dark. "Dios m�o, no more tequila before bed." A soft chuckle to himself helped alleviate his worries further, scratching idly at the back of his head as he wandered aimlessly in the wholly black realm. "The hell is this place anyway? Ey, Kitty! Perrito! Who turned out the lights, eh?" Words echoed back to him, a hollow message for an absent audience. And as he listened to his own words reflected, they sounded...muted. Dull. Distant. Almost as if all sound was dampened. All noise reduced. All signs of life...gone. Was...was this a dream? A hallucination? No...something far worse. A nightmare. A long, eerie whistle broke through the silence. Puss' body froze as fear gripped his heart, the sound immediately recognized as his fur stood on end. Death. The wolf. The demigod. The source of Puss' anxiety and fear from the past few weeks...that he'd overcome. Puss was free from that paralyzing fear, that chilling thought of losing his last life. He had nothing to fear from Death anymore, nothing that held him back from living his life to the fullest. So why did he feel so...small? Vulnerable? Exposed? Terrified? The whistle sliced through the stagnant air as Puss' head snapped behind him, desperately seeking that blood-eyed beast. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, pulse racing as he reached for an epee that wasn't there. A gasp and moment of hesitation was all he could manage before staring hopelessly at his empty scabbard. He was defenseless. Declawed. Left on his own with nothing but the hat on his head and a murderous god. His heart thumped harder in his chest, breath short and eyes wide as that cold-gripping anxiety struck once more. "Jejeje...t�matelo con calma, Gato." It was him. That controlled, deceptively refined baritone was unmistakable. The tone had cemented itself into Puss' mind, a permanent mark of trauma and instinctual fear lurking in the depths of his subconscious mind. But even as that anxiety and worry flared, Puss wasn't going to go without a fight.. He wasn't afraid of Death anymore! With a flourish of his arm and an unconvincing scowl, he instinctively grasped at the hilt of his epee and immediately remembered it wasn't there. Another devious chuckle from Death crept through the air as his voice rumbled far too close for comfort. "I'm not here for your life, Gatito...not yet." Puss mrowled in shock and stumbled away from the voice, quickly whipping around as his eyes met two enormous torrents of rage. Of blood. Of pure. Red. Death. Puss lost his balance, falling on his back as the wolf's muzzle curled into a sinister grin. Death hunched over Puss with his cloak masking his movement, taking step after silent step toward his prey. "You've been catching my eye again, Gato. To think I'd assumed you'd learned by now. Well, lucky for you, I'm only here to give a...lesson." "L...L-Lesson?" His hands pulled his body back along the ground, desperately moving as far from Death as he could. He'd overcome Death before, faced his fear of dying and came out on top. And yet...he still felt like a defenseless kitten. Staring up at that toothy smirk, looking deep into those murderous eyes, listening to the idle echo of that cold whistle...it was like he was reliving that first time he'd encountered Death in the bar. "Wh...wh-what lesson? I-I already-" "NO. You DIDN'T." Death sprang forward and grabbed Puss by the neck, hefting him effortlessly into the air as Puss' legs kicked wildly beneath him. He coughed and gagged for breath, hands uselessly pulling at the large wolf's vice grip before a whisper of breath brushed against his cheek. "You've done NOTHING, Gato. Nothing. You're no longer afraid of me taking your pitiful last life, but still you quiver in fear. Fear of me. Fear of others. Fear of yourself." Those last words practically hissed out of Death's muzzle, cold nose against Puss' cheek as his heart thumped hard out of his chest. "I can smell it, Gato. I can smell you. That fear...it's what fuels me, drives me. OHH that rush!" Something shifted in his tone, the threatening growl rising and filling with a new emotion that felt...out of place. "That first night you ran from me?" He licked along his lips and growled with a insidious smirk. "And you? I've seen thousands just like you, Gato. So confident and cocky, but pitiful. And WEAK." Death's grip tightened, forcing a muffled choke out of Puss. But Death didn't hold that pressure for long. Instead, he slowly and almost tenderly stroked his thumb teasingly along Puss' cheek, almost teasing Puss as Puss managed a shallow, gasping breath. "They all focused so much on fleeing death that they never took the time to live. And when someone like YOU sits there...quivering and shaking in more than just fear. In that delicious, raw emotion pulsing through your veins, just begging to be released...you know how that makes me feel, Gatito? Hmm?" He hardly gave Puss the chance to respond, head slinking ever closer before their noses touched, their breath mixed, and Puss was forced to look deep into those blood-red eyes. "It makes me...so. Fucking. Hard." Lights exploded behind Puss' eyes as he was slammed against a wall, crying out as his breath left him. He opened one eye as he struggled against those claws gripping him like a vice, Death grinning ever wider as he took a long, incredibly deep whiff of Puss' neck. "Ahhhhhh, so fresh. So latent. So...hungry." A low growl shook Puss to his core before a piercing pain shot through his neck. Sharp fangs flashed against Puss' fur as he was struggling to comprehend exactly what had happened. All he could do was let out a yelpl of shock before a heavy shiver rushed through his body...and something else. His chest heaved as cold breath filled his lungs, gulping them down as the burning rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins. He could feel it. Every ounce of it as it pulsed. As it rushed. As it ignited a heavy, wanton heat deep within his core. "Jejej..." Death's rumbling laugh made Puss' ear flick, head tilted to the side as he panted from the humid breath rippling along his fur. "Is this what you wanted, Gatito? To be scared stiff, put in your place, maldita zorra?" Those fangs tightened against Puss' neck before he felt something long, slick, and wet slowly dragging up his face. His whole body shivered, unable to hold back a whimpering moan. Death's tongue dragged up to Puss' ear, Puss letting out more confused moans and purrs as he tried to comprehend his body's reaction. He was scared for his life. Frozen in place. Terrified beyond anything he's ever experienced. And yet...he could feel a heavy urge pulsing within. A familiar sensation paired with a slowly burning ember. He shut his eyes tight as he tried to translate that pressure. That tightening. That shifting of his sheath as more purrs rumbled through his chest unbidden. And with it came more of that heat, an insatiable fire that smoldered just beneath that veneer of fear and simmered impatiently to break free. "�P-por qu�...?" Was all he could manage as another lick dragged up his cheek. This time, Puss could feel the firm twitch of his body responding positively. Practically begging for another. Thoughts swirled in his head, Puss wriggling in Death's grip as he struggled to grasp the situation at hand. "Isn't it obvious? You're a pent up little puta who gets off on losing control." Staring Death straight in the eyes, the feral tempest of the wolf's cravings were clear. He wasn't looking at Puss and seeing the next soul to reap...he was seeing his prey for the night. And that thought alone made Puss take in a sharp breath with his cock stood firm and eager. That baritone laugh cut through the air before Death grabbed Puss right between the legs. Puss' whole body tensed up tight before melting with a long purr of pleasure from those same claws stroking and groping in all the right places. "Not even trying to deny it?" Gruff growls of ridicule dripped from Death's maw, palm pressing forcefully against Puss as the cat's legs were pushed out wide. "No, not you. Not this needy little gato. You looked Death straight in the eyes and refused him before...but now you're rock hard and begging for my...mercy? Attention? Cock?" There was no point in hiding what was already in plain sight. Puss was standing stiff at attention, hat tilted back and maw hanging open in a need-filled pant. His labored gasps for air mixed with desperate purrs as Death's grip encompassed most of his aching need, kneading and squeezing as rigid barbs were pressed against rugged fur. "D-dioo-oohhh, h-hahh...mrrf!" Pleasure was all he could express, lupine fingers overshadowing Puss as they slowly worked him over. That dull throb of fear, that icy grip of panic, that adrenaline rush of arousal...he felt everything mix together in an unintelligible cocktail of hormones. He was rock hard and moaning, looking up at Death and seeing those two mirrors sharp, ravenous crimson glaring right back. He'd seen that look before. He'd felt that look...any time a cocky mark who severely overestimated their abilities before facing Puss. But when Death flashed that grin? Those fangs? That look? Puss' blood ran freezing cold before burning red hot and coursing through his body. This stare. It was different, SO very different. Death wasn't looking at Puss like a target, no. He was sizing Puss up as his sub. As his pet. As his. The moans and mewls picked up as Puss' body melted against Death's grasp. Arousal flowed freely as Puss rolled his hips into those deft fingers, hardly taking note of the severely mismatched physiques. Puss was lithe. Strong. Fit, and agile, able to slink through alleys unseen and dance around a target like a smooth tango. But Death...his body was Towering. Imposing. Domineering. Perfect. Puss dared to glance down toward Death's waist as he was being worked, staring under that dark cloak to see bone white fur, ragged but well-worn cloths for clothes, and an outline of something...big. The thick outline between Death's legs stared back at Puss, hungrily twitching under its fabric enclosure with a growing and captivating scent. For just a moment, Puss was able to close his eyes and moan under his breath, muttering as the embers of his pleasure were fanned and fed. But his eyes betrayed him as Death gave Puss a sudden squeeze before grabbing the nape of Puss's neck, swinging him effortlessly through the air. "Impatient Gato, are we? Well, can you see that, cabr�n? Smell that? Taste it?" That grin flashed menacing fangs at Puss before his whole body was pressed against Death's waist, Puss' head shoved right up against that bulging mound of wolf as he shivered with a confused gasp. "Yeah you can. And you love it. Yet you fear it. That same urge you've hidden from yourself all this time, longing to finally let it free. Yes, I can see what you are, Gato." Death's free hand pulled down on his pants, the waistband dipping lower and lower until a flash of deep, burning red stared Puss dead in the face. "I can see what you crave." And that's when it hit him. A full body shiver rushed through him as Death pressed harder against the back of Puss' head. "Go on, Gato. Suck." That scent. That thick, heavy scent of pure wolf wafting under his nose...Puss didn't know what to do. Say. Think. His thoughts were racing and swirling around in a tempestuous rage as the anxiety flared. What should he do? What COULD he do?? What if someone saw him?? What if Death wasn't pleased with anything he did and killed him?!? What if he. What if... ... ...what if Puss... ... ...just... ...tried it? He didn't know when the thought took root...but Puss felt an idle nudge. A gentle urge. Soft...quiet at first, but growing louder and oh so insistent. Once he recognized that longing, something else grabbed his attention. A low, vibrating rumble reverberated in his chest, softly. Gently. Eagerly. Was he...purring? He was. His quiet hum was unmistakeable, Puss crying out in surprise as Death tensed his hand and rolled his hips against Puss' face. That thick shaft slid up his cheek, leaking pre onto his head and nose before that rolled back sheath pushed back his lip. His senses flooded with the heavy masculine musk of Death as the purring picked up anew. His tail flicked around behind him, pulse pounding in time with the insistent twitch of Death's cock. Blood rushed through Puss' body in an insatiable mix of icy heat. The fear of Death itself chilled him to the bone. But that fear...vulnerability...weakness...it fought against that cold fear and filled his body with white hot need. His heart pounded as a new energy flowed through his veins, twitching and thumping as that irresistible curiosity rose. Standing rapt at attention with his nose pressed just under Death's tip, Puss shivered before letting out a quiet, longing moan...and tasted Death's need. That raspy tongue slowly explored Death in intimate, intricate detail as Puss let the scents flow freely. Desire. Lust, sins to herald his downfall. Heart rate hastened, arousal stiffened. Thoughts went still as Death itself. Small rivulets of masculine scent trickled toward his maw. Further, further, further he went exploring temptations of the flesh until his nose pressed against a tapered, glistening point. Puss stopped. His tongue still hung over his lips in a dazed stupor as he stared right into the tip of Death's dick. The smell, oh how close it was! Puss shivered as his nose twitched involuntarily, moving in closer and grasping along Death's waist. He was...big. Thick. Eager. And those deadly red eyes were following his movements intently. Puss could feel that boring glare as the thick red length twitched and bumped against Puss' maw. The heat...he couldn't ignore it. Couldn't fight it. And frankly...he didn't want to. He was too close, too overwhelmed, too addicted to that scent and taste that trying to pull away was out of the question. No, no. Puss knew what he wanted. What he needed. What he craved. The taste of Death. And so he didn't waste another second, maw opening wide as it would before taking that red tapered tip as far as it would go. He shut his eyes tight, body tensing as heavy drops of wet musk dripped onto his tongue. A full body shiver rushed up his spine before he purred and moaned in eager, burning need. His muzzle barely took half of that shaft, tongue making up for it as he lapped and gulped and slurped up every bit of the man before him. His cheeks were bright right in a confusing mix of humiliation and arousal, never having gone down on a man but finding it immediately exhilarating. Hands grasped at Death's waist as Puss pulled himself closer, fingers dipping past the edge of those cloth coverings before pushing them fully down and dragging his hands around those thighs. Those muscles...that fur...the scent...everything about Death was lighting a blazing fire deep in Puss' head as he closed maw around that shaft and let the firm, hot, smooth cock slide along his lips. "F-fuck, Gatito..." Death moaned with a practically sinister rumble, grasping the back of Puss' head before those claws pressed firmly against his neck. "Hrrnh, should've called you out as a horny cocksucker back in that bar. Would've bent you over and treated you like a bitch in heat..." The words were like a slap of raw need against Puss' face, stigning for just a moment before he felt that stoff ache between his legs. He pushed down on Death's cock once more and drank down every bit of pre he could get, low purrs escaping unbidden with his tail eagerly flicking in the air behind him. He wanted this. He wanted this so badly and OH how he loved it. That heady musk. That slick dripping need. That hot length. Every suck and lick was like a shot of pure adrenaline to his system, the previous fear shifting and transitioning into something deeper. Heavier. More...fucking amazing. As Puss tried to pull back, something stopper him. That firm grip of Death became an immovable force keeping Puss still and fully at Death's mercy. "I don't fucking think so, puta." Those claws tensing before Death pushed Puss's head back down his shaft, letting out a long growling moan as Puss tensed and shifted awkwardly. He didn't think he could take more of Death than he'd already gotten...but as that pulsing need slid further past his lips and along his tongue, he realized how wrong he was. "You're holding back. Scared. Tch, co�o." Another full body shiver as Puss was still caught in that fear, that hesitation, that paralysis. He wanted this so bad, so fucking bad. Death was bringing out a side of him Puss had never explored. As his head was finally allowed to pull back, that red cock glistened from Puss' hungry maw. He couldn't resist opening his eyes and looking down at them at thick, firm need as it slowly slipped out of his maw... Only to be shoved back in. Puss grasped at Death's legs, holding on for dear life as he was transported to a new plane of sexual satisfaction. He'd never submitted to anyone like this, head being used like a cocksleeve as he just sat there and took it...and LOVED it. His own need was rock hard, aching and leaking like mad as Puss let out a new chorus or purring moans. His hands didn't know where to grasp while his muzzle was used, but they eventually made their way between Death's legs to explore. To feel. To grope. That thick and heavy sac hanging just under his rolled back sheath was practically monstrous to Puss. He grasped one in his hand and gave it a kneading squeeze, hardly believing how large it felt. It was the forbidden fruit, fingers and claws delicately dancing along that short fur as Death's grip wavered. A new moaning rumble escaped from the wolf's panting muzzle as Puss kept up the squeezing. Petting. Groping. Stroking. His head bobbed back and forth, over and over and over while Puss found a toy of his own, letting that thick lupine scent and hot, masculine taste take full control of his body. "Hnnnngg...joder, vaya perra mas cachonda~" There wasn't even a moment to process what Death said before Puss' maw was yanked off of Death's cock. He could still taste it lingering on his lips, pre dripping from his whiskers as Puss' world turned upside down. Literally. His body was violently twisted and flipped in the air before his head was shoved against the ground. He'd barely managed to turn his cheek before he gasped in an aroused jolt of pain, the cold specter of death lurking above him. Puss tail flicked up almost instinctively, his need pulsing and aching beneath him as his body begged for the sweet, cold touch of Death. It wasn't long before those hands grasped his shoulders, practically encompassing them before Puss was yanked forcibly back toward Death... ...and fireworks exploded in his head. His whole body tensed and Puss ground his fangs together, letting out a shivering, moaning purr of pure pleasure. His legs spread out to the sides, sac idly bouncing as Death's tongue made its way to the eagerly waiting prize. A wet rush of heat shocked Puss' system as Death wasted no time in eating Puss out. His maw was everywhere tongue practically fucking Puss long and hard as every inch of his ass was covered in wolf. That heat, that tingling, that slick muscle working so deftly and expertly under his tail. Never had Puss felt something as all-consuming as this, cock thick and pulsing in the air as he leaked and dripped more pre than he thought possible. Oh how unbelievable it felt to be...manhandled by this beast! To be at his mercy, pinned under his claws with Puss's body gripped tight in Death's grasp. Feeling that fear radiating and pulsing all throughout his body as it quickly melted away into something else. Raw. Feral. Lust. A cold rush struck Puss to his core, Death pulling back as Puss let out a wanton whimper of longing. The warmth disappeared so suddenly and left Puss exposed and dripping from every angle. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, lungs working heavily to catch his breath as the aching heat of a pent-up tomcat rushed through Puss' veins. Nothing mattered aside from the needs of his body, hands awkwardly kneading and grasping at the floor as if unsure of what to do. He was so hot, so horny, so hard, so close already. He wanted nothing more than to grab his cock and jerk himself off, howling and mewling into the night at this newfound need he'd unlocked. But that wouldn't be right...would it? "Me perteneces, Gato." A large lupine hand grabbed Puss almost entirely by the back, razor sharp pins pricking into his skin while a second hand gripped his tail tight. Puss barely managed a yowl of shock before his whole lower half was lifted unceremoniously into the air, barbed shaft twitching and dripping heavily. He couldn't move, fully at the mercy of those hands as something new demanded his attention. A thick. Hot. Throbbing. Tapered pressure pressed against Puss' ass and grinded hungrily against his already soaked fur. "You're just a weak, horny gratitude BEGGING to be fucked, aren't you?" He was. Oh gods he was! And though his heart was still pounding with adrenaline coursing through his veins, it all coalesced in the core of his body as one giant, massive heat that Puss needed to sate. And Death was hardly the type to keep an eager fuck waiting. With another low growl and a sudden thrust, Puss' thoughts short-circuited into a massive haze of static. That cock...oh gods that cock was enormous, the beast filling Puss to the brim while stars danced before his eyes. Death hardly paced himself, hands gripping his fur as hips met hips in a savage thrust. Puss' whole body went stuff, dick throbbing uncontrollably as preleaked unending like a faucet against his fur. His legs were spread wide in futile hopes of accommodating Death's girth and length to no avail. And Death reveled in that. He leaned over Puss' body, letting out a long, hot, damp breath against the back of Puss' neck before pulling his hips back. The relief was temporary, body writhing as a chilled feeling of emptiness filled him as inch after inch pulled back. Puss had to bite lip to stop himself from screaming out in a mix of pain and pleasure from the massive wolf buried slowly slipped out of him. "H-how bad you want it, Gatito...tell me. Now." Words cold as ice slunk through Puss' mind, practically hypnotic as that urge for sensation was impossible to ignore. He could feel that longing...yearning...need for Death. Ache for his shaft. Craving for his knot. Desire for his seed. The last bit of Death's tip hovered just under Puss' tail, purrs and moans spilling freely from his throat as he didn't bother keeping his ears from spraying back in submissive need. "F-fuck me...I-I...fuck me hard, Sir, please! I-I need it, F�llame, m�ntame, por favor, lo neces�to!" He hardly recognized his voice, whining and feeling like a needy kit as Death let out a long breath against the nose of Puss' neck. "...Buen gatito~" That was all Death needed to hear, rolling his good back before slamming his weight against Puss. The cat cried out in a moaning gasp of shock and confusion from the new and indescribable sensation under his tail, fur standing on end and maw hanging open in a lewd huff. Death thrust down to his sheath, growling hungrily before pulling back and slamming into Puss' hips again. And again. And again and again and again and again and again. Every thrust was a flash of heat blinding Puss and paralyzing him in body-wracking pleasure, Death's thick and throbbing length filling him completely and spreading his legs further than they'd ever gone. And the size...oh gods the size. Never had Puss felt something so big, so thick, so hot, so...so...so incredibly fucking hot. It was more than he could handle, thoughts a jumbled mess as Death mercilessly claimed Puss as his mark. His prey. His bitch. "F-fuck yes..." Death let his grunts and moans overwhelm Puss, Death's teeth bared as he snarled and bit at Puss' fur. His scent was overwhelming, the hung and virile wolf's musk bearing down on Puss' senses as he felt himself getting addled and addicted to that insatiable scent. Every deep pump under Puss' tail was another new depth he'd never experienced. Every thrust, every twitch, every throb, every drip was another reminder of how strong and massive and demanding Death was. And Puss couldn't get enough. His yowls and mewls poured from his maw completely out of his control as the constant pounding against his ass and hips and sac drove him absolutely wild. The time melted into an incomprehensible mess as Wolf thoroughly fucked Puss, claiming him and railing him until Puss had no concept of time. Space. Feeling. Anything other than his intense need. The thick, pulsing bulb of Death's knot bounced and banged against Puss' ass as Death's thrusts were getting faster. Harder. Shorter. Hungrier. His upper lip curled as he licked up his muzzle, rasps of breath getting louder as deep grumbles and growls snaked out of his throat. His knot was massive, pressing harder and harder and harder as it fought for its prize. Those shall fangs brushed against the back of Puss' neck, Death shivering as his fingers clenched, his paws curled, his tail flicked, and his ears folded. That deep baritone turned gruff as it lowered, unintelligible noises escaping from Death as he grabbed, groped, humped, and pounded. His body was moving wildly as his hips took full advantage of Puss and spread his legs out wider than they'd ever gone before. And Puss...he could hardly keep his thoughts in order as Death fucked him over and over and over and over. "Hnng...G-gatito..." Death could hardly speak as his body shook from the built-up arousal, cock dripping and leaking and twitching under Puss' tail and stretching his ass out wider than he'd ever felt. But he didn't care. He couldn't care. That thick length, that aching cock, that leaking and dripping and pulsing dick thrusting into him again and again and again. Puss lost track of how long he'd been teetering on the edge, body frozen at that peak as if waiting for something. Waiting for Death. Waiting for his knot. Waiting for...permission. For his master to cum. For confirmation that he was a good kitten, serving his master, pleasuring him thoroughly, and taking every drop of his seed. He wanted it. Craved it. Needed it. Never had Puss wanted anything more in his life, practically yelling and moaning and begging in a mix of English and Spanish and gibberish. He couldn't control his body, his mind, his thoughts, his anything. Everything was pleasure, raw hot pleasure that kept his cock aching and throbbing and pulsing in desperate need of release. And he was so close, oh gods was he so close. Thrust after thrust after thrust pushed him closer and closer and closer. But Death didn't dare relent. No, he just thrust over and over and over and over and over until Puss felt something shift. His tail flicked. His ass was numb. His legs twitched. And his body tightened as that slick knot. That rounded knot. That threateningly large knot. That achingly irresistible knot. Pressed past his ring. Slipped under his tail. Thrust into Puss. Was engulfed by his body. Puss grit his teeth tight. Time stood still. Death growled possessively. He bit the back of Puss' neck. His body tensed. He pulled his hips back. He took in a sharp breath. And one. Last. Time. He slammed his shaft into Puss And as that massive knot tied the moaning, throbbing, begging cat? Puss woke up and let out a silent cry as his body tensed from his climax. His hips thrust into the air, body exposed to the cold air with the blanket on the floor as his seed shot out hard. It quietly painted the wall behind him before landing right between his eyes, another burst immediately following as he doused his fur in hot white. His mind had turned to static as he thrust into the air, cock pulsing and releasing in the most intense, overwhelming, dream-induced orgasm. His eyes rolled back and closed partially, biting his lip and writhing from side to side as more of his seed painted his fur and the sheets. His tail flicked and his legs pressed down into bed, hands gripping the sheets for dear life while his claws ripped careless streaks all over. Fully exposed to the air and nude in that shared room, Puss gasped and huffed in silent euphoria as he came in a manner unlike any other. Never had Puss felt so much pleasure, shooting streak after streak of cum all over himself while his face contorted in various poses of pleasure and strain. Bliss hardly described the feeling, sheath rolled tight against his body as that pink tapered tip shot over and over and over again. His normally neat and maintained fur was quickly covered, matting in irregular clumps as he let the climax take him to the deepest depths of his need. Flashes and images of his dream and Death flashed through his mind, intermixed with the pressure, the heat, the pulses, the urges. He could FEEL that knot stuck fast under his tail as he bit down hard on his lip, purring heavily before another sudden burst of white shot across his body. He shifted his legs to the side as if someone were between his legs. Holding him. Pinning him. Knotting him. Fucking him and making Puss fight back all those submissive and needy mewls that were just begging to break the otherwise still night. Slowly, that heavy pressure faded away to a drunken stupor, Puss' jaw hanging slack and tongue over his lip in an empty expression of sated need. The last bits of his seed dribbled from his still aching tip onto his waist, whole body aching from the intensity of that intense dream. "A-ay...dios m�o..." His voice barely broke a whisper, body sprawled out in bed covered in the result of an indescribable evening. His energy was drained, tail weakly brushing against his legs as his eyes idly flickered shut. He barely fought it, purrs vibrating all throughout his chest as he didn't bother question what his dream meant. In that moment? It didn't matter. All he could do was let sleep lull his body a stupefied state of relaxation, satisfaction, and exhaustion. And as his eyes slowly shut and he let the warm embrace of sleep crept ease his once troubled mind, Puss' ear twitched. Something just out of his perception caught his attention, barely recognizable as he sank into the depths of his dreams and let the waking world pass by. But something deep down, far down in the depths of his subconscious made his body shiver. His ears fold back. His tail curl. And even his legs spread wide as if to present himself. For his body now recognized exactly how much Puss wanted to hear that whistling once more. Quiet though it was? Distant as it seemed? It was unmistakably there. And Puss couldn't deny the cravings anymore. He longed to be taken. Taunted. Absolutely ravaged. And fucked to his furthers limits... ...by the touch of Death. Word Count: 6300