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Don't You Know Who I Am? - Part Twelve

"Again, Alana. Please."

The cougar was a wreck. Shaking. Panting. Exhausted. But, she couldn't say no. Not just because it was him, because it was Jahir; the man for whom in such a short period of time she had fallen completely and utterly in love, but because what he was asking of her felt so, so damn good. She nodded, giggled, and stroked the tiger's already damp, grinning face as he kissed her on the muzzle once again before lowering himself to nibble at her neck, to lap at the nipple of one trembling, heaving breast, past her fluffy furred belly and across one thigh before nuzzling, teasing his way between her legs with another, breathy growl of pure desire.

"Cum for me, love. Cum for me, for everyone to see... again."

She leaned back against the padded bench on which she was seated, the comfortable and oh so exposed spot square in the middle of the interstellar liner's promenade with people; gorgeous, naked, free spirited people just like her and Jahir walking back and forth to joyous destinations and rendezvous' of their own. She draped her legs down Jahir's back, and ran the fingers of one trembling hand through his headfur, between the black and white striped tiger's twitching ears as she felt his hot breath on her pussy, then his talented rough tongue sweeping against her already well worked, swollen and hyper-sensitive clit. Alana grunted loudly. Loud enough for a passing civet to glance over at her, their eyes meeting and the other woman grinning at the cougar, wordlessly encouraging her in her pleasure. Her eyes continued to travel as best they could, glazing over and fluttering at Jahir's increasingly unrestrained licking of her pussy, and soon fell upon a pair of figures walking past in the other direction. They were stumbling, their gait unsteady as they walked, and it was easy to see why. Both the zebra and the rottweiler were masturbating themselves furiously while they purposefully continued to walk along with their free hands clasped together, and Alana cried out in elation right along with them as she watched their eyes bulge, their sturdy legs threaten to give way beneath them, and for the two men to start pumping hot ribbons of cum out into the air in front of them as they bellowed, yelped and grinned giddily at one another while still continuing to walk onward.

Alana loved this. She loved Jahir, of course. She loved the tiger for helping her to be confident enough to finally be here, to be amongst the wild and wonderful goings on of the ship and its guests, but more than that alone she loved all the things that she herself was feeling now that she was here. She had known from her time in her cabin with the ship's extensive video package that she loved to watch people, and already in the couple of hours she'd spent here with Jahir upon the promenade had taught Alana that just as she adored watching, being watched was just as much of a thrill for her. One thing that the cougar really hadn't thought about before today however, before experiencing the full and unbridled passions of everyone aboard this vast space-liner first-hand, was that with her recordings she had always been able to pick and choose. To select what she perceived as the most erotic and wonderful scenes, and even within those to skip to particular moments at the height of that pleasure. Now though she found herself subjected to whoever and whatever was passing by, and while that meant not quite so many opportunities to bear witness to the very climax of some lovers' fun, it meant getting to see so many different aspects and stages of different people's loves and passions and desires.

"O-ohh... Jahir..."

A strained, plaintive whimper escaped the cougar as she felt her back arch, and her body's pleasure take another intense lurch towards rapture as the tiger between her legs renewed his tongue's focus on her clit in particular after slurping and lapping at her pussy in general for a minute or two. With his muzzle firmly locked around the very pinnacle of her pussy's intimate reaches though, that left space enough for one of his hands to slip away from the cougar's thighs and press two fingers into Alana's depths. Her toes curled and her tail thumped repeatedly at the base of the bench behind her as she felt Jahir's fingers purposefully curl inside her, seeking out one particular sweet spot. The ultimate short-cut to her bliss. For a moment her eyes fell down to him, and she blushed and whimpered and gasped her encouragement, her giddy approval as his own eyes peered lustfully back up at her while he started to tease and caress her g-spot alongside her clit. She forced herself not to get lose in his eyes however, and looked up once more, determined to make up for the days she had already lost and to drink in as much of her surroundings and the people sharing it with her as possible.

Alana beamed as she watched a trio meeting up, a pair running hand in hand towards a third woman, and practically tackling her to the floor of the promenade barely ten metres away from where she and Jahir were at rest. She didn't know how those two lithe younger women knew the older, plump and overall much softer bodied rabbit, but in an obviously rather more intimate manner there was something rather motherly about the way they pressed a muzzle each to her large, sagging breasts, and let her cradle their heads as they suckled on her nipples while each beginning to work a series of fingers between her legs in unison. Her eyes widened as she saw the rabbit straining, thrashing, and heard far louder and more wild cries than she ever would have expected of a woman that age as her eyes darted back between the bunny's legs, and she swore she saw an entire fist disappear into her.

She might have kept watching them, admiring their passion and that older woman's zeal for a continued sex life in particular, had it not been for a much more immediate presence making themselves known to her. A deep grunt rang out from fairly close behind her, and Alana barely had time to turn her head before she saw a stag with substantial, glorious antlers stumble around the side of the bench, and look bashfully down at the open half of the seat beside her. In his arms, the deer was cradling a slender, grey furred dog of some variety; a smaller greyhound or perhaps a whippet, and as he embraced and held her close, she was working her own body to the max driving herself up and down upon the upper half of that seven foot male's thick and substantially large erection.

"S-shhahh... sorry, do... do you mnnh... mind if I t-thhahhhhhyess... oh... oh god... if I take a seat?"

It was all Alana could do not to cum right then as she shook her head, giggled, and watched as the deer flopped down with relief into the bench's embrace right next to her. His body relaxed as much as it could with a voracious lady still mounted upon it, but the whippet's motions only grew more and more wild and frantic as she found herself with an even more stable position from which to hump her larger lover. They were so close to her. Alana's head span as she realised that not only did she have the most front of front row seats yet to this pair's lovemaking, but they were so very immediately in her presence that not only could she see the micro-expressions of pleasure upon their faces, but she could hear the wet slurping of the dog's pussy around the stag's sizeable cock, and even smell the combined musk of their body odour and arousal, intense enough on both counts that it seemed as though they'd been going at this for a while now, either together or for all Alana knew consecutively with other people.

"Ah, J-Jahir..."

There was a part of Alana that wanted to hold back now that these two were here. To watch, listen, wait and be there to experience the moment when they came alongside her own release. But all this time as she watched the world going by, Jahir was still hard at work between her legs. All this time the tiger had been suckling upon her clit and gently teasing her g-spot with the tips of two fingers, purring and growling and occasionally kissing at one or both of the cougar's thighs while he felt her get hotter, wetter, and closer to yet another release at his behest. Now though his ministrations were growing faster and more forceful, though only a little more with each twitch and thrust of his fingers and the steady slurping of his maw. After all, he too knew that there was doubtlessly a part of Alana that would want to wait and savour the moment. But, Jahir had been walking around the ship for enough days by this point to understand why the deer and his whippet companion were so frenzied and desperate to keep going even after what looked to have been hours of fun already. And as he saw the curiosity, the lust upon Alana's face and realised that she probably hadn't been introduced to the ship's various stamina tonics as yet, he was suddenly overcome by the almighty need to make her cum right now. Not just because that always seemed like a good impulse in his mind, but because he knew that no matter how spent his own body might have been and how tender Alana herself was growing after their own repeated love-making over the past couple of hours, this was perhaps the perfect opportunity to introduce her to a certain blue cocktail... and to let her know that if she wished to do so, their long, open day of exposed and shared passions with not just each other but all of the rest of the ship could only just be getting started.

"Oh, Jahir..."

Alana whimpered as she listened to the whippet and deer giddily moaning one another's names in a similarly desperate and giddy state.

"T-they're..."

The cougar could see the other couple's ministrations growing more urgent, the dog's humping upping its pace to new degrees of intensity and the sounds of both their cries and the shared wetness between them growing that much louder to her sharp ears.

"And... a-and, oh... ohh god, Jahir... I am too..."

Alana mewled, trembling as she saw both the whippet and deer glance her way out of the corner of their eyes in that moment, and grin both at her and one another, delighted to hear that their pleasure was about to be shared by someone else. After that though the cougar couldn't focus on anything but her own pleasure. She was still vaguely aware of the pair sharing the bench with her and her beloved tiger, still able to comprehend their building cries and whimpers of elation as background noise, but the majority of all her senses turned inward as Jahir really started to apply some serious suction with his muzzle wrapped around her clit, and to start hammering her pussy with his fingers what felt like surely as fast as the tiger could possibly work them in and out. She screamed. Not a whimper, not a mewl, not a strangled cry of bliss, but the sort of echoing wail that she knew would make others turn and stare. Her hands grasped tightly at Jahir's ears, shamelessly holding him to her loins though she swore that she trusted him not to dare pull away at a moment like this. Her back arched. Eyes bulged. Toes splayed out, quivering and trembling as every last little inch of the cougar blazed with uninhibited stimulation from the tiger's adoring actions. She screamed, and screamed, and screamed yet again as her heels drummed against Jahir's back and while still suckling savagely on her clit the tiger still managed to stick out his tongue to flick back and forth across that already highly stimulated, impossibly pleasure-ridden little nub. All of that however was nothing compared to the earth-shattering, caterwauling howls that erupted from the bench as not only did Alana start to thrash, cum, and squirt uncontrollably over Jahir's hard working but still grinning face, but she did so with greater lust and glee than she ever could have imagined as the whippet beside her drove herself down onto the deer's cock one last time, drummed desperately at her own lover's chest with opened palmed and trembling hands, and begged him in words that Alana couldn't help but hear.

"Trey! Trey! Please!! Ohhhhgods, l-like her! Please, yessss... yes, baby! Mnnhh... make me cum, please! Make me cum just... ahhh... just like... o-ohhhyes, ohhh gods, Trey! Make me cum just like her!"

Feeding in part off one another's passion, one another's pleasure as it crashed through them both in abundance, the whippet and cougar shrieked, howled, roared and grunted at the behest of their lovers. Alana's eyes fluttered and another gush of hot liquids poured forth from her as she heard the deer bellow in obvious though wordless, mindless orgasmic pleasure of his own, and though she knew that Jahir wasn't cumming with her in that same glorious way the cougar shuddered and thrashed happily against her partner's face while he moaned loudly and with vibration enough to make his own delight at their shared situation crystal clear. The tiger worked Alana's pussy with his fingers and tongue, not thrusting any more as she squeezed tight around him but twitching the tips of his fingers up repeatedly at her g-spot, right the way through her climax. Indeed even as the pair beside them began to slow and their cries trailed off, Alana gasped and gurgled in helpless elation for several seconds longer before Jahir even remotely started to ease off with his various sources of stimulation.

Finally, with one last kiss lavished across her pussy's glistening outer reaches and then another upon each of the cougar's damp thighs, Jahir pulled away from his lover just long enough to rise to his feet, showing a renewed though still tender erection as he did so, and playfully pulled Alana up to her own shaky feet just long enough to turn her around, settle down on the spot where she had been resting, and warmly pat his lap as he beamed up at her. Within an instant she was straddling him, kissing him, but before she could do anything more than that... glancing to her side in wonder as she heard a grunt of pleasure from the deer, and a giggle, then a lustful whisper from the dog.

"One more. You can give me one more, right?"

The stag shuddered, but grinned, and bumped his nose gently up against his partner's own as he moaned back at her.

"Eight and a half hours... are you sure your tonic's still working? You sure you're not just this damn horny?"

Before the whippet could answer though, the deer gave a deeper, more effortful groan as he pulled himself to his feet, wrapped his hands around his lover's ass, and began to jiggle and bounce her gently as he staggered off down the promenade. Alana stared after them, and she blushed, giggling bashfully as the whippet laid her head down on the deer's shoulder, but made eye contact with her as she was carried away, and even went so far as to wink at the awe-struck cougar. Only when the dog closed her eyes and buried her face in her partner's neck however did Alana turn her still wide eyes back to Jahir, and whimpered happily, hungrily as the tiger kissed her again, acknowledging her obviously ongoing arousal with the intensity of that latest lip-lock.

"You wanna do that?"

Jahir moaned the very moment their lips parted. Alana trembled, and nodded almost nervously.

"B-but... how? I... I want this not to stop so badly, but I'm already starting to get so tender f-from how often we've done it already. Kinda exhausted too."

She didn't want to admit it. In fact just how tired she was basically ranked as one of the last things that Alana had wanted to confess to Jahir in case it prompted a suggestion that they stop what they were doing. But, under the circumstances she felt like she had no choice, and if Jahir was truly suggesting that there was an alternative, she had to know about it.

"There's a drink. A tonic. Blue, really sweet but refreshing too. You drink it, and... well, you have eight hours, give or take. Eight hours to do anything. Everything you want."

The tiger murmured teasingly, then paused for a moment before playfully adding.

"Of course, you are only allowed two per day. Coz, they want you to sleep at some point, I guess. But, I guess whether we go get one each kinda depends... do you really wanna be so horny, and so constantly ready for more that all we can do for eight hours is play, hump, and cum together?"

His eyes sparkled with desire and teasing amusement, and that mirth translated into a full on burst of laughter as Alana jokingly but a finger to the side of her temple as though having to seriously think over that answer, before giggling and leaning forward to kiss the tiger.

"Jahir, I... right now, n-no matter what comes tomorrow, or in eleven days time or at any other point in the future... I want it. I want exactly that, w-with you. I want a lifetime of pleasure. A lifetime of this."

She kissed him as she gestured around them, and giggled as almost perfectly on cue a bellowing orgasmic cry rang out from somewhere else further along the promenade.

"But, if eight hours at a time is all I can ask for right now? Then... the answer is yes, Jahir. With you... the answer will always, always be... a-ah..."

The cougar moaned, growled, and shivered desperately as no matter how tender she might still have been in that moment; no matter how weary and overstimulated they might both have been, she swept her hips forward and sank her soaking wet pussy down hurriedly, desperately upon her beloved partner's cock.

"Yes!"

By Jeeves

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