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"I'll take an appletini, please." Surry spoke, lightly tapping her claws against the polished bartop before angling herself to face the door.

The bar was fancy enough, sporting several tables scattered across the floor and leather booths hugging the walls. The decor screamed of an elegant theme with deep rustic colors and golden accents, but the architecture was simplistic, giving the bar a hint of sophisticated modernism. The lights were purposefully left dim, allowing the tealight candles on the tabletops to produce most of the lighting, and the conversations were hushed, almost as if one loud bark would break the calmness of the atmosphere. It was one of Surry's favorite bars, smacked right onto the borderline of downtown and midtown. The location drew in an assortment of customers. Some entered wearing their sunday best and sporting bright smiles while others entered with darting eyes and exposing outfits, looking for something more out of the night than a drink.

Surry's eyes swayed from window to window, watching as everyone outside scurried left and right, trying to avoid the harsh, cold rain that soaked their fur and bit at their skin. Some were crouched like hunchbacks with their coats pulled high above their heads while others laughed and twirled their umbrellas, only their shoes getting wet in the sidewalk puddles. A calming rumble of thunder shook the window panes, and several people began to pour into the bar for lack of a better place to go.

"Here you are." The bartender chimed, sliding a tall martini glass with lime green liquid across the bar.

"On my tab, Steven." Surry responded, taking the glass with her right paw and seductively moving from the bar.

She could feel several eyes shift to her, but she paid them no mind. She positioned herself into the last booth, pressing her back to the wall and gingerly taking a sip of her drink as she surveyed the room. It was busy for a Wednesday night, with several tables full of laughter and soft commotion, but Surry took no part in it, keeping quiet to herself in the dim booth as her golden-brown eyes flicked from face to face.

For anyone that peered her way, Surry was almost concealed in a shadow, but she preferred it that way, at least until she found what she was looking for. Despite all the tables, the bar was still spacious, wide enough to support a dance floor near the front window panes. It was rarely used, except on the weekends when the younger crowd would venture in, looking for trouble or fun. There appeared to be only one entrance in and out, but appearances were deceiving. To Surry's right was a secret doorway. It was colored with the same ebony wood as the walls, giving it the illusion of being invisible. It blended in nicely, forcing people to squint in order to locate the creases of the doorway, even if they were only ten feet from the door itself. Occasionally, someone would wander through, but very rarely did anyone wander out, adding to the mystery of the door's destination. Most people assumed it was a second entrance to the kitchen, and the rest thought it was only an emergency exit, but most left it to mystery.

Relaxing her shoulders, Surry let out a soft sigh and took another sip of her drink. The deliciously sour mix danced over her tongue, and Surry closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the taste. Glancing back toward the bar, she held her glass up in a salute to Steven, watching as he smiled in return and gave her a playful wink. She had only been at the bar for half an hour, and already, she was debating on going home after just one drink. Nothing had caught her eye--yet.

It wasn't long before the front door opened abruptly, almost slamming into the side brick as five males poured in, shaking their jackets and complaining about the unusual weather. The earthly scent of fresh rain filtered in, mixing with the slightly stale scent of hops and wine, and Surry stared over her glass, intrigued by the new smells and new faces. The male in front, a young equine, immediately went to the bar, demanding the bartender's attention as if he was of sole importance. He was loud, bulky, and very obnoxious, and he was telling Steven all about his good friend Brad who was "about to make the biggest mistake of his life by marrying a shrew." Obviously, the stallion saw only one solution, and it was to make the groom belligerently drunk. Maybe, just maybe, he would change his mind then.

Normally, Surry wouldn't have paid the group any mind. Men that were out to drink for bachelor parties didn't interest her. They were too loud, too drunk, and always unsatisfying. However, one male from the group caught her eye. While the others stomped their feet and made their presence known, one fennec fox kept his distance, standing with a straight posture and his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. His fur was a bright yellow, reminding Surry of a ray of sunlight, and his ears seemed to draw back with each burst of laughter his friends produced, almost as if he too thought they were too much to handle. He was wearing a white polo shirt with faded jeans, and his physique leaned toward the chubby side, but he was still very handsome and withdrawn, spiking Surry's interest all the more.

"Well, well..." Surry whispered to herself, twirling her appletini seductively. "What have we here?"

The tip of her tail began to twitch from side to side, similar to a cat stalking a bird. She watched for several minutes as the fox sat with the group, sipping at his beer while the others gulped and burped. He seemed withdrawn, peacefully having his own thoughts, and Surry found herself wondering what he was thinking.

As if sensing Surry's gaze, the fox slowly glanced upward, locking eyes with Surry instantly. She gave the handsome fox a seductive wink as she finished the last sip of her martini, and the fox's cheeks turned a bright red. He averted his gaze, quickly locking eyes with his beer, and as a result, Surry's tail flicked faster. The prey knew he was being hunted. Swell.

Taking her glass, Surry stood and used her other paw to slick her dress down. She was wearing a beautiful, silk dress that hugged her every curve. It was strapless and low-cut, showing just enough of her cleavage to keep things interesting. The dress was a deep crimson, a shout out to Jessica Rabbit herself, without the sparkling fabric. The white feline with black tips on her paws, tail, and hands walked to Steven and placed her glass on the bartop. With a smile, she then angled herself toward the bachelor group in the corner. The fox was still staring at his beer, trying hard not to look up, even though he knew the feline was getting closer and closer by the second.

"Excuse me." She spoke, her voice cutting through the conversation like a surgeon's knife as she approached.

Every male glanced up, their eyes filling with interest and lust at the sultry feline before them, but she was only glancing at one person.

"What can I do for you baby girl?" The best man asked, and Surry just smiled.

"You can't do anything, but he can." She purred, locking eyes with the fennec fox once more. She swayed her hip to the side and leaned forward, teasingly pulling the fox's glass away from his shy fingers. "You've let your beer get warm. How about I get you another one of these?" She asked, biting her bottom lip. "But somewhere more...private?"

The rest of the group stared in surprise and jealousy, wishing the feline had her sights set on them instead. The fennec cleared his throat and smiled, pushing himself from the table to stand. It hadn't even crossed his mind to say no or to not obey. Surry was delighted to find he was taller than her, and his scent tickled her nose, reminding Surry of a forest clearing. Since the fox was so close, Surry could now see that his body shape screamed of a daddy figure, even though he was too shy to fit the type.

"Y-Yeah I could do that." He replied, his cheeks only becoming a darker shade of crimson.

Surry just smirked and lifted her right paw, signalling him with her index finger to follow. He did as she asked, following her footsteps almost heel to heel. She led him to the back wall, smiling as she saw his confusion. He hadn't seen the door there. Many didn't, and Surry gently knocked against the wall, waiting only a few seconds before the paneling shifted and the door opened. She walked right through without hesitation, expecting the fox to follow behind.

As Surry entered, she turned to the left and smiled toward a very large wolf. He was almost seven feet tall with a muscular build, and he held the door for them as they entered, quickly shutting and sealing it behind.

"You looked like you could use some fun tonight." Surry purred, smirking as she ventured further into the dim hallway.

Everything was dark, accented by neon, blue lights. The bare hallway stretched several feet until Surry placed her paws on a second door and pushed lightly. Suddenly, lights of all colors spilled into the hallway along with music, both energetic and strong but not overpowering. The male fennec fox eagerly moved forward, walking through the entrance to see what was on the other side.

To his surprise, it was a second bar accented with neon lights, mirrors, and red leather couches. The entire room was lined with mirrors, causing the lights to bounce at incredible angles and giving the room the illusion of size, even though it was not much bigger than the previous bar. A few patrons sat to themselves, curling close on nearby couches, while other patrons eagerly trotted down a second neon lit hallway that lay beside the bar. All the while,several females walked the floor, carrying trays of drinks that ranged in every color--even black.

"That looks dangerous." The fox said, pointing toward the large glasses of pitch black liquid.

Surry glanced over at him with a smirk. "Not as dangerous as you might think. There are worse things in this room than that drink, but you should try one. By the way, what's your name?" The feline asked, taking his paw and slowly leading him to a table in the center of the room. It was the biggest table in the bar, surrounded by a circular couch with only one break in the furniture to enter or leave. It faced a large, circular stage that was ten feet in diameter with a metal pole perched in the center from stage floor to ceiling. The fox seemed to eye the pole for several seconds before glancing back toward Surry.

"My name is...Grant." He replied, blushing slightly as his eyes continued to dart from one female to the next. "But...Some of my friends call me Cuddly."

Raising one eyebrow, Surry smirked at him and gently placed her paw on his chest, giving a slight push to ease him off balancing. It forced him to sit, making a soft puff of air as his rump his the leather below. "I'm Surry. Though, you do look very Cuddly. I can see why they would call you that. Maybe I will too."

The male swallowed hard, feeling the slight burn in his cheeks beginning to diminish as his blood flowed elsewhere. Dominant females were his weakness, and somehow, it seemed this feline could sense that. Not to mention, the room was heavy with the natural, spiced scent of females, and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

"Nice to meet you Surry. So, um... Why am I here again?" He asked shyly, but he realized it may have sounded mean, and he quickly tried to rephrase it. "I mean...why did you pick me to come back here? Are we allowed back here? What even...is back here?"

"Shhhh." Surry spoke softly, bringing a finger to his lips as she slowly eased down to sit beside him. "You sure ask a lot of questions little one."

"uh..Sorry." He replied, watching as the feline inched closer, now pressing her chest to the side of his bicep. The new pressure of her chest on his shoulder made him gulp, and he desperately tried not to look toward her cleavage.

"No need to say sorry." She coaxed, smirking as she began to walk her fingers over his chest and up to his chin, examining him with each stroke of her gaze as if she was formulating a plan. "I told you. You looked like you could use some fun tonight. Also, we are very much allowed back here. I own the place. This is my..." She paused, trying to think of a proper word. "...Sanctuary, if you will. All the ladies here have brought a male back from time to time. I rarely do, but you seemed like an interesting find."

The music in the background changed, shifting from base heavy to a quick, sensual beat, and almost like clockwork, a female approached. She was a busty calico with bright green eyes and short fur wearing a tight mini skirt and a fashionable button up. Her paws were above her head, holding a large tray of drinks, and with slow, almost sultry movements, she bent forward in front of the fennec fox, gently placing the tray onto the round table before turning her head to give him a playful smile. "Would you like something to drink?"

Grant immediately turned to Surry as if to ask for permission, and she nodded softly, gesturing toward the tray. "Take your pick. They're all wonderful. Gypsy here makes the best mixed drinks. Just don't tell Steven I said so." Surry chuckled to herself.

Grant leaned forward, eyeing all the glasses. The tray almost resembled a potion shop. All of the glasses were different heights, shapes, and colors. Some were even producing a gentle rolling fog, and Grant could have swore one glass was even bubbling. Taking a large martini gingerly into his paws, Grant began to sip on the lime-green liquid. It was sour, tickling his tongue with the hints of sweetness underneath.

"It's really good."

"It's an apple martini. One of my favorites too. I knew you were a man of good taste." She coaxed, folding her legs left over right before she leaned closer. "Let me have a taste."

Grant brought the martini closer, offering it to the feline, but she didn't acknowledge the concoction. Surry used her index finger to turn Grant's chin toward her, forcing them to lock eyes once more. He seemed shocked, but she gave him no time to react further before she connected her lips with his. She could taste the sour liquid as they kissed, and she let out a soft moan, teasingly guiding his lips apart with hers before she coaxed his tongue into her mouth.

Surry was completely in control, wanting her prey to lose all sense of thought as she coaxed him further into her grasp. Grant seemed to simply lean into her kiss, moving his lips with her guidance and allowing the feline to direct him wherever she wanted. He couldn't concentrate on anything other than her lips pressed to his and the heat coming from her body as she inched closer and closer, but as Surry snaked her paw to the waistline of his jeans, Grant let out a soft, very unexpected moan. It seemed to embarrass him, and Surry only smirked in response. He was reacting the exact way she wanted, because she simply went further, popping the button on his jeans with the ease of a professional and one motion of her fingers.

"W-What is going on?" Grant asked, swallowing hard as he pushed his hips forward to offer himself to her out of instinct.

"I can stop anytime you want." She purred, slowly pulling her paw and her body away from him.

Grant was quick to respond, tensing his muscles and letting out an audible whine. "No!" He practically shouted, quickly looking away in embarrassment before clearing his throat. "I uh... don't want you to stop."

"No? Well, that's good. How about we retire to my office? Finish your drink, and we'll go."

The feline leaned back against the cushioned couch, trying not to seem too eager as she watched Grant practically gulp the last few sips of his martini. He almost choked on the last sip, losing a few drops of the lime-green concoction from the sides of his lips.

Getting to her feet, Surry walked in front of Grant, smirking as she gently wiped the drops of the martini from his lips with her thumb before bringing her thumb to her lips and giving it a sultry lick. "Ready little one?"

Surry took Grant's paw, walking him past the females at the bar who were all leaned against one another, exchanging drinks and laughing at some unknown subject. Some were finely dressed and others were simply in lingerie, but Surry paid them no mind. She was directing Grant toward the second hallway without faltering in her mission.

Although the lighting was the same, the secondary hallway was not bare like the first. It was lined on either side with doors, leading to unknown destinations. There were four doors on each side, and as Grant passed, he could hear several types of commotion behind each: moaning, panting, laughing, and even the faint voices of a sitcom TV show. The fox was led past them all, directed toward the back of the hallway where a single, red door sat.

"We're here." Surry purred, instantly pushing on the red door.

It opened with ease, revealing a large room that resembled a honeymoon suite. A bed was front and center, in direct view from the door. It was a large king with what appeared to be satin, red sheet and a black comforter, complete with mounds of red and silver pillows hugging to the headboard. A hot tub big enough for five people lay in the left corner, bubbling idly away as the colored lights changed above the water, cycling through the full spectrum before returning to the original sky blue. The floor was a deep, ebony wood and as Grant turned his head to the right, he could see a third, much smaller bar. There was only one other door besides the entrance, and it was beside the bar, slightly ajar to allow Grant to see the reflection of a glass shower.

"Oh, Grant." Surry chimed in a sing-song tone, getting his attention immediately.

She was standing near the bed, completely facing the opposite direction with her hair tucked over her left shoulder. Her figure was fully visible, and Grant swallowed hard as he took in the sight of her curvaceous and plump form. She teasingly swayed her hips from side to side, almost calling him with the rhythmic swing as his legs instinctively moved him forward.

"Would you unzip me please? I have such a hard time getting it myself." She cooed, smirking at him as she peered over her shoulder.

Her golden-brown eyes were piercing, cutting through any last shred of hesitancy he might have felt, and as his paws began to pull at that tiny zipper, Grant could feel himself wanting to see more and more, becoming increasingly jittery with each new inch of exposed skin on Surry's back.

"Nervous?" She coaxed, pushing the dress over her hips to let it fall into a heap on the wooden floor. She stepped out of the fabric and spun around with grace, allowing Grant to become fully acquainted with her naked form. "What do you think?"

The fox's eyes were wider than normal, and he blinked several times to regain himself before wiping a small bit of drool from the edge of his lips. "Y-You look incredible Surry."

"Mistress, please." She chimed, seeing the redness in his cheeks return. "Isn't that what you want to call me?"

Surry stepped closer, running her fingers under the hem of his polo before she looked back up into his eyes, awaiting an answer.

Grant was mesmerized, and he knew that Surry could feel the slight shiver run through his frame as she began to touch him once more. "Y-Yes mistress. I would very much like that." How did she know that was his weakness?

"Why don't you get out of those clothes for me and lay on the bed?"

Without a verbal response, Grant did as he was told, quickly pulling his polo above his head and throwing it to land in a crumpled mess by the entrance. His pants had already been unbuttoned by the feline, and he completed the job by unzipping them and quickly stepping out of the denim prison.His spandex briefs were the last to go, and the fennec fox eagerly sat onto the edge of the bed, his member pointing toward the ceiling in anticipation.

"And in record time my cuddly boy." She coaxed, giggling softly as she approached the excited male.

"I just w-want to please you, mistress." Grant responded softly, almost as if the words themselves turned him on further.

"Oh, I know you do. I could tell that when you walked in the door of my bar. That's why you're here. I could practically smell your needs across the room. You want to make me feel good, right?" She asked once more, slowly pushing Grant's legs apart with both paws so that she could step between his knees. He nodded quickly, and she lifted his chin with one index finger, making him look directly into her eyes even though her breasts were now immediately in his face. "I'll make you feel wonderful in return. As many times as you like."

Leaning down, she kissed him deeply once more, purring as she added passion behind the shifting of her lips as they meshed with his. This time, it was Grant who moaned in response, and Surry gently leaned forward, tilting Grant's equilibrium until he was forced to lean back with her weight. He was now laying on his back with his legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. Shifting her legs, Surry moved so that she was straddling the fox's waist, and just like that, her prey had been captured.

"Oh God..." Grant whispered, having to close his eyes as his member throbbed in need.

He couldn't even remember the last time he was turned on this much. It had been far too long since he had felt the release of an orgasm, and it had been even longer since he had enjoyed the touch of a woman, especially one who took control so easily. She was pushing on every button he seemed to have almost as if the buttons were painted onto his chest in bright colors.

The heat from her lower lips was now directly against his shaft, and Surry adjusted herself to hotdog his manhood between her lips, allowing him to directly feel the heat and wetness that emanated from her lower half.

"What?" She asked teasingly, pretending to adjust her hips. This caused her lower lips to brush back and forth over the length of his shaft, and Surry almost moaned at the sound of the male's gasp below her.

"Y-You're so warm...and wet...mistress." He choked, trying to formulate whole sentences as his brain screamed for her.

"I can tell you love it. So eager too. You must be very pent up."

"Yes! Yes, I am!"

"Let's fix that shall we?"

"Please!"

"Please...what?" Surry asked, smirking as she shifted her hips back and forth. She could feel her juices beginning to coat his shaft, making her teasing even easier as she continued to rock. She would have teased him further, but it was evident by the intense throbbing she could already feel that he wanted her now.

"Please mistress!" Grant replied, feeling his entire body surging with need and angst. "I just want to feel you."

"I can tell. You're already hard as a rock. Guess I'll just tease you more before round two."

Surry purred, stroking her paws over Grant's chest as she shifted her hips forward once more. This time, she angled herself above the head of his shaft, and with a fluid motion, she lowered her lips onto the head of his member, purring louder as he began to slide into her folds. She wanted to take her time and let him enjoy the engulfing heat, and as she inched further and further onto him, she could feel his body shifting and squirming between her legs. His eyes rolled back in intense pleasure as her walls clenched against his shaft. All the while, her juices lubed his way, making the entry smooth and heavenly. Soon, he was hilted inside of her, and Surry leaned back onto her haunches, angled straight up on his groin and pushing downward with her hips to ensure she was sitting on every inch he had to offer.

"Ooh! You feel delightful!" She moaned out, teasingly grinding her hips in small circles as her paws snaked up to rub her own breasts. Her nipples were erect from the cool air and the pleasure of being filled, and she smirked as she peered down at the drooling fox.

"Y-You too mistress." He panted out, feeling his hips involuntarily bucking upward in rhythm with her grinding.

"Do you like being inside me, Cuddly?" She asked with a mischievous tone in her voice, knowing that her words were driving him insane.

"I never want to pull out mistress!" He panted, hoping he could last as long as she wanted him too, but the pleasure of her slick, clenching walls was making his head spin.

"That's good to know. Do you want to be my little pet Cuddly? There are sooooo many things I could teach you." She cooed, lifting her hips so that only the head of his shaft remained before she sank back down onto every inch. Grant moaned loudly, arching his back in need. "So many places I could touch you." She continued, once again pulling up to the tip before sinking back down.

Leaning forward, Surry playfully nuzzled against Grant's chest. She nuzzled upward until her nose brushed his small, hardened nipple, and with a soft purr, she gave his nipple a long, wet lick, knowing they had to be sensitive with how hard they appeared to be. She must have been right, because Grant let out a sudden sigh. The little barbs of her tongue teasingly brushed his skin, leaving a tingling sensation behind as she slowly sat back up. He still hadn't answered her, and as a result, Surry stopped grinding her hips, watching as Grant's eyes suddenly became focused and alert.

"Anything! Anything so you don't stop. Please!"

"Every cowgirl needs a good saddle, little pet." Surry cooed, biting her bottom lip as she gave one small bounce on his shaft, moving her hips up three inches before sinking back down. "Hold me tight so I don't fall off."

With a smile, Surry reached forward and took Grant's hands, placing them exactly where she wanted. They were just above her hips bones on either side, and she tilted her head to the right, causing her hair to fall over her shoulder as she peered downward. "Hold on tight my pet."

"I-I'll try." Grant moaned out, feeling his fingers twitching against the feline's soft hip fur.

"Good boy."

Surry gave Grant's paws a playfully tight squeeze, making his fingers tighten to strengthen his grip. Leaning forward, Surry placed both of her paws over Grant's chest, keeping them almost shoulder width. Between Grant's grip and her perfectly placed paws, she had set her forward and upward limits of movement.

She started slow, using her leg muscles to lift her hips before sinking back down onto the fox's lovely, thick shaft. Once she was hilted, the head of his shaft teasingly stroked her back wall, adding to the sensation of being filled. He was the perfect length to please her, and Surry practically drooled herself as she grinded the head against her cervix. Grant moaned loudly as she wiggled on him. Her movements were giving his cock unfelt sensations, and although she was clenching him tightly, her movements were teasing different spots on his length, making him guess just where she would stroke next.

Surry rocked her hips in a wave-like motion, keeping her bucks in line with the rhythmic lapping of ocean waves onto sand. Despite the soft bubbling of the hot tub, the room was relatively quiet, allowing both of them to hear the soft sounds of her wetness each time she took Grant's full length. Angling herself backwards, Surry leaning far enough that the head of the fox's shaft began to stroke her sweetest spots, sending explosions of pleasure throughout her frame.

"That's it!" She gasped, biting her bottom lip and taking a few moments to grind that fat cock head against her throbbing g-spot.

The added pleasure only spurred her on, causing Surry to increase her speed. Soon, they were both lost in their own worlds of bliss. Grant was panting on the comforter of Surry's bed, clenching his teeth and closing his eyes as he desperately tried not to finish early. His head was spinning, and he could already feel his sac tightening for a large, heavy load. Surry was panting as well, feeling the throbbing sensations that swelled in her lower lips with each bounce of her hips.

"M-Mistress I..."

"Oh, no no." Surry purred, pulling her hips up until Grant's shaft pulled free with a wet, audible pop. She knew what he was about to say, and she wasn't about to let it happen. "Not yet, little pet." She chimed, giggling at her own rhyme.

"No! Oh, please mistress!" Grant begged, instinctively pulling his paws downward. Surry hadn't expected that, which allowed Grant to pull her down without any resistance. His shaft hilted once more in seconds, and Surry arched her back in pleasure, letting her tongue hang from her lips. He had rammed himself against her cervix, almost forcing Surry into an early orgasm.

"Naughty boy." She moaned, once again grinding her hips, but this time, she swayed her hips in figure eight motions.

Once she was sure that the fox quivering between her thighs could handle it, she began to bounce once more, using her strong thigh muscles to lift and lower herself with ease and speed almost as if she was riding a galloping horse. The sensations of his bare shaft rubbing her inner walls made her moan and gasp uncontrollably. Once again she was lost in a fog of her own pleasure, completely unaware that her claws were beginning to graze through Grants fur and leave long, red streaks on his skin.

The fennec fox was moaning softly in pleasure, unable to move or formulate words. Each movement of the feline on his cock sent waves of bliss rolling through his muscles, but he held her hips tightly, afraid she would try to pull off once more, and he couldn't bear that. Just the few seconds without being inside of her heated walls has been misery. Surry could feel her orgasm building as the pressure inside her walls grew. It was almost like a tickling sensation inside of her lower lips, and she bit her bottom lip, increasing her speed in order to push both of them over the edge.

"I can't hold it!" Grant moaned, eagerly moving his hands from her hips to the feline's large, bouncing breasts.

He pawed at them, lightly squeezing and kneading those mounds in his large paws like an innocent little fox trying to knead for milk. Surry seemed to love it as she leaned into his paws.

"I'm close!" She called out, curling her toes in ecstacy before reaching up to her own breasts and gripping Grant's hands.

Shivering, the feline moved the fox's fingers, forcing both his index fingers and thumbs to clamp together around her sensitive nipples. A sharp gasp left her lips as she laid her head back, pushing his fingers closer together for a tighter pinch. The combination of intense, piercing pleasure from her nipples and the throbbing sensations of her walls was enough to send Surry reeling, and she bounced happily, knowing her orgasm would be one of the biggest she had experienced in a long while.

"Yes! Yes!" Surry called out, practically growling in ecstasy as she bounced three more times before allowing all of her weight to crash onto the male's shaft, burying him as deep as possible into her sweetness.

The head of his shaft prodded against her cervix, threatening to push through as he filled her walls completely. Grant's muscles froze in place once he felt the head of his shaft nuzzle perfectly against the feline's womb entrance. It was the icing on the cake, and with one soft, low whine, Grant released himself into the feline. He climaxed harder than he thought possible, filling her walls and womb with hot, thick burts of his seed that coated the entirety of her inner walls. Surry could feel him shivering under her, and once the warmth began to spread in her lower half, her walls clamped hard around the pulsing shaft, holding the male in place as her hips bucked in short, quick flicks. They climaxed together, fulfilling both of their primal needs.

"Damn..." Surry whispered, panting hard as she enjoyed her afterglow.

For several seconds, she stayed perfectly still, wanting to savor the feeling of Grant throbbing inside of her, but soon, she slowly rolled over and shifted off of the dazed fennec. She lay next to him, purring as she caught her breath.

"That was wonderful."

"T-Thank you mistress." Grant moaned, still unable to fully regain his motor functions.

"Very welcome." She giggled, biting her bottom lip as she slowly sat up. Her legs dangled over the side of the mattress, and she slowly stood to her feet, swaying her tail behind her.

His cum slowly leaked from her entrance, covering her thighs and lower lips with each step she took. It made quite the mess. Biting her bottom lip, Surry pointed toward the bathroom. "When you regain yourself, let's get cleaned up. Then, we can go again. There's nothing like getting clean to get dirty."

She turned, disappearing into the bathroom while leaving the door open. This allowed Grant to get a full view of the shower from where he lay on the bed, and he let out a soft groan as he attempted to get up. His muscles ached from tensing and freezing so much. So, he lay back onto the bed, simply turning his head to peer into the bathroom and admire the feline as she stepped into the shower.

His breathing was starting to slow, and he blushed as he could feel his shaft still throbbing. It wasn't decreasing in size either, which had never happened before. Grant watched as Surry stepped under the water, raising her hands above her head and seductively swaying under the drops. She was teasing him, and he let out a soft groan of anticipation as his shaft throbbed once more in the cool air.

He loved the show, but he couldn't help himself. He started to let his mind wander as his thoughts were becoming less and less fuzzy. In the heat of passion, he had promised her anything if she would simply give him pleasure. He had agreed to be her pet and even referred to her as his mistress. Had he meant it, or was it all for play? Did she mean it, or was she just in the moment too?

As if to answer his question, the feline peered through the thick steam that was beginning to accumulate on the glass walls. She swiped her paw over the glass, clearing a spot so that she could see clearly.

"Ooooh Pet!" She chimed in the same sing-song tone as before. "Are you coming? I want to explore you with a luffa." She chuckled, stepping back under the water flow.

She meant it.

Blushing hard, Grant stood to his feet, making sure to keep his movements slow since he wasn't quite sure where all the blood in his body was located. His shaft pointed the way, aiming directly toward the bathroom. It bobbed with each step and began to throb the closer he got to that sultry feline.

"Coming mistress!" He responded, biting his bottom lip as he entered the bathroom.

It was definitely going to be a long night, but that wasn't a bad thing. So what if the cat had caught her prey? He was certainly enjoying her grasp, and secretly, he was already hoping it wouldn't end.