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Pro Bono

By Mantrid Brizon

(08/13/2020)

Part Two

“I don’t know... I don’t think that’s it, either.” She sighs.

Driving her black BMW back to her suburban home, Zoey Reyes turns the corner. A thirty-one-year-old Voeldahn with the appearance of a black panther, she’s felt increasingly restless as of late. It began when she turned thirty, steadily growing more powerful over time.

“Maybe it’s a lack of yoga? I know you stopped going after a while.” Her friend, Sarina, says over the phone.

“I don’t think it’s that either... I’m just... Uhm... Well... Lonely.”

“Huh?! Why?!” Sarina sounds shocked.

“I don’t know!”

“You have friends though!”

“Yeah, but... I just said ‘I don’t know’...” Zoey sighs.

“Yes, you do... Talk to me, sister.”

“Well, I spent all those years in college, studying law; I never took the time for me. I have a paid-off house, a nice car, my own practice, modest though it may be, but I can’t help feeling jealous whenever my little sister brings her husband and kids over... It’s this feeling that’s just... Nagging at me.”

“Uh-oh! That sounds like the patriarchy corrupting your womanliness!” Sarina gasps. “... When’s the last time you had sex?”

“I’m not telling you that!”

“That long ago, huh?”

“Leave it alone, alright?”

Zoey pulls her car up to her driveway, parking alongside the curb. As she turns off her car, she looks at her neighbor across the street, the handsome, Hispanic human. She’d never met him, though she’s seen him from a distance ever since she bought her house, six months earlier. He mows his front lawn, though he moves with an unusual sluggishness. He wears a frown and his shoulders sag as his entire body leans forward. From his appearance, she’d guess that he’s having an equally miserable day.

“Listen, sister, this is serious. You’re letting your biology dictate your life!” Sarina exclaims.

“Well... Maybe it should?”

“Are you even listening to yourself?!” Sarina gasps yet again.

“Sophia certainly seems happy with Mark and the kids...” Zoey murmurs.

“No offense, but Sophia is a housewife... Ugh... You’re a real woman. What you need is a conquest. It wouldn’t be hard for you; you’re stunning, especially now that you’ve embraced your race!”

“I kind of miss my hair, though...” Zoey runs her ebony claws through the fur atop her felinesque head.

“You’re a Voeldahn. You should show off who you are! I like your look!”

“Easy for you to say, Sarina. If you cut your hair like this, you’d look like a cancer patient.”

“The curse of humanity...” Sarina sighs. “Anyway, enough wallowing. You need to get out there and drag a guy home, or three.”

“I’m not a whore...”

“Don’t slut-shame me, sister! Anyway, a guy isn’t going to magically fall from the sky, just for you. You have to catch them!”

Crack! Zoey jumps, startled as the rock shatters her driver’s side windshield.

“What was that?!”

“I’ve got to go. We’ll talk later, Sarina.”

“Okay. Think about what I said!”

Pressing the button on her earpiece and ending the call, Zoey sighs and opens the door to her car.

“I’m sorry! I must’ve hit a rock! It’s a good thing that window was up!” A man’s voice exclaims.

“Yeah.”

“You’re alright, aren’t you?!”

“Yeah, I’m just-...”

Zoey freezes when she realizes that the man speaking to her is none other than the handsome human from across the street. Tomas stands before her as she stands with one foot still inside of her car.

“Miss?”

“Huh?! ... Oh! I’m, uh, I’m just fine.”

“Good!”

Exiting her car, the buxom panther rests a clawed hand on the doorframe. She’s unusually tall, standing five-feet and nine-inches. Her platformed shoes, common among the business dress of a Voeldahn, elevate her so that she looks slightly down at the human. Her thick, feline tail sways gently behind her perfect buttocks, which is shown off by her tight, tan skirt. Wearing a matching suit jacket, tailored for her feminine frame, her impressive, E-cup breasts, bulge in her top. Tomas is struck by her beauty, though what attracts his eyes more than her ample chest, her slender waist or her plump butt are her vivid, amber eyes. They’re unlike anything he’s ever seen.

He gazes into them for a moment, a gaze which Zoey returns. She closes the door to her car, the window glass finally giving way. Neither seem to notice, as the pieces fall atop the seat.

“I-I’m Tomas Martinez. I live across the street.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you.” Zoey softly giggles.

“Oh!” He flashes a nervous smile.

“I’m Zoey Reyes.” She says as she extends a hand.

“That’s a pretty name.”

Zoey flushes beneath her fur, her lips curling around her short, cat-like snout as she flashes a little smile. He shakes her hand in a startling manner; it’s firm but gentle, with just enough contact. He shakes her hand for several seconds, but once they’re done, he fails to release her. She bows her head and shifts her eyes, looking at their fused hands for a moment, before turning her eyes up to his and flashing a little grin.

“Uhm... You can let go now.” She speaks softly.

“Oh, sorry!” He pulls his hand away. “I suppose you’d like to trade insurance information?” He finally suggests, nervously scratching the back of his head.

“That would be a good idea... Oh, I’m in the process of establishing business insurance for my firm. Could you fax me a copy of your information to my office? I’ll get to it when I can.”

“Uh, okay. Sure.”

Digging through her expensive but tiny, black leather purse, Zoey produces a stack of business cards.

“Pick a card? Any card?” He asks.

She smiles a little wider and slides the top card toward Tomas with her thumb. He takes the card and looks over the image, cracks a little smile, and silently chuckles.

“What’s so funny?”

“A lawyer... I would’ve guessed you for a CEO, Mrs. Reyes.”

“Miss Reyes... I’m not married.” Zoey’s tone changes.

“Bullshit!”

Zoey’s eyes grow wide with surprise.

“Er... I just mean I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, it’s true.” She murmurs.

“Oh... That’s a shame!”

“Maybe...”

Zoey feels the insecurity growing within her, her face now flushing with embarrassment.

“You should run along home. Tell your wife why your premiums are going up.” She grumbles.

“Oh, I’m not married... Not anymore.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Yeah...” He releases a melancholy sigh.

Leaving her car at the curb, Zoey heads inside of her multi-story home, right across the street from Tomas’ more modest, single-story dwelling. No sooner than she closes the door does she feel a tinge of guilt. She didn’t mean to be unkind to the human. In fact, she finds in him a certain appeal. Several times, while watching him mow his front lawn or wash his late model Cadillac, she’d had little daydreams about him. He looks exactly like the kind of man she would’ve gone after in college. Sighing, she rests her head against the door.

“Way to go, Zoey... Blowing it again...” She speaks to herself. “Story of my life.”

Walking through the empty house, she kicks off her shoes and sets down her purse. As she heads for the kitchen to collect a high-end bottle of wine from the built-in wine cooler, she hears a knock at her front door. Heading for the door and pulling it open, she’s startled to see Tomas standing before her. He holds a wrinkled little card in his hands.

“I’m so sorry to bother you, but I don’t have a fax machine. This is the number for my insurance lady.”

“Thanks. I’ll copy it and bring this back to you in a little bit.” Zoey replies, taking the card from him.

“And I wanted to say sorry.”

“Hm?” She furls her brow.

“I didn’t mean to offend you earlier... If that’s what I did.”

“Oh... It’s alright. I’m sorry, too. I can be a little snippy sometimes.”

The pair share a little smile, now nearly eye level with each other.

“I know this probably isn’t the best time, but what kind of law do you practice?”

“It depends. I don’t believe in specializing; it limits my potential.” She replies.

“Oh... Could I speak to you for a minute? Get some legal advice?”

Zoey looks the man over for a moment. While she’s startled by the abrupt request, she’s intrigued by him. Aside from being a human, a race which she finds especially alluring, he’s also exceedingly handsome. His black, shoulder length hair is just wavy enough, and his clean-shaven face reminds her of a Hispanic Fabio Lanzoni. He even appears to have a somewhat toned build. While she’d typically refer him to her secretary, one of her few employees, Zoey does something unexpected. She steps aside and allows the unfamiliar man to enter the sanctity of her house. Tomas wastes no time.

No sooner than they sit on the couch in her living room, he regales her of the story, albeit edited, of his son and girlfriend leaving last week, only to be arrested barely an hour later. Zoey listens on, taking notes on a legal pad, while holding a stemmed glass with her other hand and sipping her white wine. Perhaps it’s the tension in the father’s voice that moves her? The level with which he cares for his son’s wellbeing is impressive. Maybe it’s the clear injustice doled out by Judge Perez, a man known for his dislike of humans. Fighting injustice has been the motivation for her entire career.

Or, maybe it’s simply the fact that he’s an unmarried and attractive human about her age, everything she’s been hoping for in a partner. In any case, Zoey agrees to help him. When Tomas reveals his limited finances, the panther Voeldahn merely smiles at him.

“Don’t worry about the cost.” She says. “This’ll be pro bono.”

“Wow! Thanks!”

“Don’t thank me. Judge Perez is an asshole, and he’s clearly railroading your son for racial reasons. This is a case I feel I need to take.” She adds.

“You’re something else, Miss Reyes!” He gleefully exclaims.

“Please, just call me Zoey.” She giggles at his exuberance.

“Okay Zoey.”

After an unusually long pause, the pair gazing into each other’s eyes, Tomas clears his throat and Zoey lowers her head.

“Well, I’ll call the court and see what I can do. Maybe I can work out a better plea deal? I’ll certainly be speaking to Jacob in county jail, too.”

“Alright.”

“And I’ll contact your insurance lady, too, and bring this by sometime.” She adds.

“Okay... You have a good day, Zoey.”

“You, too, Tommy... I can call you that, right?!” She asks, suddenly feeling a tinge of embarrassment.

“Of course.” He says with a tooth smile.

His smile is startling; somehow, as he flashes his pearly white teeth, he looks even more handsome than before. The anxiety and nervousness slowly overwhelms the woman, who feels her black fur bristling and her pulse quickening. It’s as if she’s a schoolgirl again. They head for the door, and Zoey shows Tomas outside. As he steps off of her porch, he glances back. He looks her right in the eyes, before scanning her elegant form, smiling a little wider and turning away. Zoey waits until he’s nearly across the street before she can bring herself to close her front door.

Standing and watching Tomas through the window of the door, she marvels at his form as he rakes a handful of rocks from his lawn before continuing his yard work. Taking several deep breaths to calm herself, Zoey returns to her living room and sits atop her couch. Tomas restarts his lawnmower and continues his work; the sound of the small engine is faint through her closed windows. She glances outside as she stretches out on the cushions. As he continues to mow his lawn, the heat of the sun causes Tomas to sweat.

He pauses and slips a hand underneath his shirt, lifting it and wiping his face and brow dry. She sees his athletic form, and the single woman cannot help herself. Biting her bottom lip, she rests a hand on her chest. She squeezes her own, E-cup breast. He bends over to check the fuel level in his lawnmower, which has suddenly stopped working. Meanwhile, Zoey’s fingers unbutton her suit jacket and then the blouse beneath it. She reaches in and grips her furry orbs; she pulls her massive breasts from the confines of her lace bra. They bounce and jiggle as she releases them.

Fondling her own mammaries and pinching the black flesh of her nipples, she moves her other hand down, gliding it over her belly and caressing her elegant form. Slipping her hand up her tightly fitting skirt, Zoey gently rubs her finger over her charcoal colored nether lips, feeling her arousal through her matching lace panties. Soon, she can’t take it anymore and pulls them down. She slides her panties to her ankles before pulling her toned legs out of them and swiftly driving a clawed finger deep into her own pussy. In and out, the woman masturbates herself, all while watching the human as he does his yard work.

She looks down, watching her solitary finger pleasuring her womanhood. Surely Tomas is much more substantial than that. She uses another finger, but that soon fails to satisfy her. Turning her eyes toward her staircase, she recalls her collection of toys, dildos of many shapes and sizes but all of them humanoid. When compared to certain Voeldahn, like equines and canines, she loves the shape of a human’s penis the most. As she contemplates heading to her bedroom to finish herself off, Zoey imagines how much better it would feel if she were with Tomas.

She sits up and prepares to rise, but stops when she glances at the insurance card atop her coffee table. She recognized the desire in Tomas’ eyes; why should she sit by and miss another opportunity? She decides to act fast. After calling the insurance agent and giving her report, Zoey slips on her panties, stuffs her breasts back into her top and then races across the street to Tomas’ house. He’s quite surprised by her appearance as he stands in his yard, watching her dash across the street.

“Here.” Zoey says as she gives him back his insurance card. “I called.”

“That was fast!”

“Yeah, well... I don’t like to waste time.” She coos.

“I can see that.” He chuckles. “I imagine lawyers are always on the move.”

The pair stand in silence, smiling at each other for a moment.

“S-so, uhm, did you have any questions? About the process?” She sheepishly asks.

“Hm? Oh, I’m fine. I trust you, Zoey.”

“Oh... O-okay. Well, if you need anything, feel free to call me, okay?”

He nods. After a very brief but awkward pause, Tomas suddenly notices how nervous the beautiful woman is. The sight of the Voeldahn woman, who’s made more of her life than he has, makes him equally nervous. He can sense a connection blossoming between them, but neither seem willing to act on it. Tomas acts fast, before the opportunity slips away forever.

“But there’s a lot I don’t know! Maybe we could talk about this more? You could explain it all over... Dinner?”

“Uh...” Zoey freezes, caught off guard by the request.

“Or, uhm, we could always just meet at your office and-”

“No! I mean, uhm, dinner sounds great!” She cuts him off, unwilling to let another chance slip through her fingers.

“Oh, good! What do you like?”

“I’m a carnivore, believe it or not.” The panther Voeldahn smirks. “Anywhere that serves red meat.”

“That’s perfect!” Tomas chirps. “When do you like to eat dinner? For me it’s usually around six.”

“We could always get lunch.” She says, her lips curling into a sly smile.

“Or that, too!” He chuckles. “Noon-ish?”

“Okay. Pick me up then.” She coos.

“Alright!”

The pair slowly back away from each other, with Zoey only turning around when she finally reaches the curb. No sooner than their front doors close, Tomas races to get ready. He has almost two hours, but that only means more time to agonize. Zoey isn’t fairing any better. She’s so excited for her upcoming date, that she completely ignores the continued urge to pleasure herself. Instead she takes another shower; she’d already washed herself early that morning, but forgot about that until the moment she stepped into the tub. Once she’s finished, Zoey air dries her fur, standing naked before her closet and trying on dress after dress. Tomas does the same, picking out his best clothes.

For a moment, he pauses as he looks at himself in the mirror. Was this really about his son, who languishes in jail? It drains the joy from him, but only for a moment. This won’t be like Whitney, a long series of events that never should’ve happened. This is an older, unattached woman, and a person who might actually be able to help him and his son. With his expectations properly regulated, Tomas pulls his car out of the driveway, only to back it into Zoey’s. Greeting him at the door, the panther Voeldahn wears a beautiful, red silk dress. Tomas can’t help but feel like she’s out of his league.

Still, he opens the passenger door for her and drives her to a high-end steak house that they both frequent and enjoy. To their surprise, they ordered an identical dish. As they waited for their meals, Tomas began to question the court proceedings; it makes it easier to sit through the few awkward moments between them. Zoey answers his questions as best as she can, easing his troubled mind. With his thoughts no longer focused on the stunningly beautiful woman sitting across from him, Zoey and Tomas enjoy a pleasant and organic conversation.

After only twenty minutes together, Tomas is satisfied with Zoey and the chances for his son. It isn’t long after that when the pair begin to shift their dialogue. The minutes ticked by as Zoey and Tomas reveal themselves to each other with surprising comfort; it’s as if they’ve been friends for years and are merely catching up. By three o’clock they’d long since finished with their meals, and have spent the last several hours simply talking. Zoey questions why Tomas is single, and so he shares the death of his wife, a result of a drunk driver several years earlier. A sympathetic Zoey reciprocates with her own marital issues, specifically a distinct lack of them.

At thirty-one and with her own law office, however small it might be, Tomas feels impressed but also intimidated by her. As the day wears on, Zoey has a few drinks, mostly to calm her nerves. She’d worried that he’d run for the hills, a common occurrence in her dating life. It’s been very hard to find unmarried men above her standing, and rather than be lonely, she’s had to face reality; who cares if she earns more? She just wants a man. Thankfully, Tomas is understanding and polite. After returning to their neighborhood, Tomas parks his old Cadillac in front of his house.

“Well, that was fun!” He chirps, putting the car into park.

“Yeah. Yeah it was.” Zoey grins.

“So... Did you want me to walk you home, or? ...”

“I’m pretty sure I can make it all that way.” She giggles.

“It was just a thought.” He murmurs, eyeing her voluptuous form.

Zoey can see his desire. Once again, she realizes the opportunity. Tomas opens his door. Is he getting out to open the door for her? Zoey gulps, fearing that this latest opportunity might slip by her. She reaches out and grabs Tomas’ right arm as he begins to step out of the car. He stops and turns back, looking at her hand before turning his attention to her face.

“B-but I wouldn’t mind maybe... Having a drink with you... At your place.” She rather sheepishly suggested.

Tomas looks stunned, his brow raising and eyes growing wide as he stares at her. Zoey can feel her heart racing and her temperature rising. She almost regrets saying that, feeling a vulnerability that’s very unusual for her. She releases his arm, pulling her hand back and resting in on her seat. She needs to salvage the situation; she doesn’t want to seem too needy.

“It’s just that we’re having such a nice time, and... Well, we don’t have to end it just yet... Do we?!”

Seeing the look on her face, Tomas’ stunned expression gives way to a warm smile. He reaches out and hand and slowly strokes her cheek, brushing her soft fur tenderly with his fingertips. She shivers from his electrifying touch. Why is she struggling so much? He leans in and plants a very soft kiss on her lips. Her eyelids close on their own, her loins begin to burn, and she trembles like a leaf. It’s as if she’s a teenager on a first date; Tomas melts her defenses, taking her control away. He’s far more forward than she was expecting him to be, but to her surprise, she likes it that way.

“Want to come inside? ... For a drink?” He asks her.

“Uh-huh...” She replies, her eyes still closed.

Slowly opening her eyes, she stares into his. After a moment, Tomas exits the car, opens her door like the gentleman he always was, and leads her by the hand into his modest home. At once Zoey is struck by something inside of his home... It feels... Cozy! Unlike her larger house with a modern, minimalist layout, which feels rather cold and empty most of the time, Tomas’ home feels like a home. Within moments, she finds herself growing comfortable to the point of true relaxation. Making herself at home in his house, she slips off her shoes and takes a seat on the couch, while Tomas fetches her some wine. It’s a soft, humble, tan fabric, not leather like hers, with exceptionally comfortable cushions.

“Sorry, Zoey. This is probably not as classy as you’re used to, but it’s the best I have.” He remarks.

“It’s fine, Tommy.”

As he opens a bottle of red wine, Zoey scoots a little closer. Her mind races, returning to the kiss he’d stolen from her in the car. She’d been kissed by men many times before on many dates in her past, but something about his kiss was different. It was confident, demanding, and masculine, and yet it wasn’t forceful. She felt as though he was in control, but rather than demanding anything from her, he was offering the possibility. He was just dominant enough to turn her on, and the urge to feel physical pleasure swells within her. She slides even closer, catching his attention.

“I-I had a wonderful lunch with you, Tommy.”

“Me too. You’re a great woman, and I appreciate everything you’re doing for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods, leaning closer.

Tommy stretches out an arm, sliding it past Zoey. His hand hangs near her furthest arm, briefly catching her attention. She turns her head and looks into his eyes, his face mere inches away from her own. The desire floods into her body, her heart beating faster and faster. She bites her bottom lip, gently nibbling on her flesh.

“... How much?” She suddenly asks.

His brow raises, and Zoey carefully juts out her chest. Reaching out his hand, he rests it upon her cheek and leans in, stealing another kiss. This time, he’s far more passionate. Zoey cannot help herself. She grabs onto his shirt, prolonging the kiss as much as she can. Within moments, she can taste his tongue as it rubs against hers. Her womanhood burns hotter and moistens, her feminine juices readying herself for what is hopefully to come. Kiss after kiss, his hands caress the soft, shiny fur of her body. A strong hand grabs her plump buttocks as he pulls her closer.

“Ooohhh, Tommy!” She coos.

His hand moves from her ass and slips between her breasts before slithering over one of her feminine orbs, gripping her ample globe and fondling her. He teases her large, black nipple with his fingers, softly pinching her flesh. Zoey can’t take it anymore; it’s been far too long, and she knows what she wants. Pushing against him, her hands resting on his shoulders, Zoey leans into Tomas and kisses him deeply. Their tongues entwine, her temperature rises, and her vagina seeps with lubricating fluids. Tomas’ hands glide over her form as she forces herself against him, pushing him into the backrest of his couch.

His hands move down and rest on her plump buttocks as she mounts him. She swings a toned leg over him, straddling him and pushing him even further into the couch. Heavy breaths accompany excited hands, which pull at their clothes; they swiftly strip each other until they’re wearing only their undergarments. Zoey’s red dress, pulled up and over her body, lies atop Tomas’ shirt, pants and shoes. Her hands rub the impressive erection in the human’s boxer-briefs. She’s both startled and excited by his ample size, a wonderful balance between length and girth, both of which are quite substantial. Of course, as a human, she adores his shape, which she can feel through the cotton shield of his underwear.

Her clawed fingers slip behind the elastic waistband of his underwear, which she roughly pushes down. Releasing his manhood from his boxer-briefs, she trembles at the heat of his flesh filling her hands. A shaky finger hooks her panties, and Zoey lifts herself up, moving her underwear away from her dripping wet and hungry loins. Suddenly, Tomas rests his hands on her broad hips, stopping her and gaining her attention.

“What?”

“You want it like this?” He asks.

“I normally like being on top.” She replies.

“Do you?” He smirks.

Zoey is flabbergasted. He leans in, kisses her, and swiftly pushes her onto her side. Falling atop the couch, her body running along the length of the furniture, she rolls onto her back. By the time she looks down at her lover, he’s already kicked his underwear from his ankles. He kneels just past her legs and grabs her panties, peeling them off of her body, before doing the same to her bra. Now lying atop his couch in Tomas’ living room, as naked as can be, Zoey feels yet another vulnerability. It’s an unusual feeling, both new and exciting to the typically strong and dominant woman.

Her best friend, Sarina, would call his masculinity “toxic”, but Zoey finds herself craving it. She trembles with anxiousness and desire, melting beneath her new lover. Tomas crawls closer, spreading her toned legs and leaning over her. He lovingly kisses her black nether lips, startling her. Few men have given her oral pleasure, and Tomas is the first to do so without her asking for it. He licks and kisses her womanhood, tasting her juices and teasing her clitoris, driving her wild. Soon, however, he stops. Tomas begins to slowly move up her body, kissing her groin, her belly, all over her large breasts, up her chest, along her neck and finally lands on her lips.

He’s so passionate; she’s never experienced anything like him before. He kisses her again and again, and she can taste her own arousal on his tongue. It makes her flush, but she burns even hotter. One of his hands fondles her large and perfect breasts, while the other grips the base of his big cock, which he brings ever closer to her hungry loins.

“Please, Tommy... Take me.” She coos between kisses.

Tomas kisses her again, before pulling their lips apart. He kisses along her snout, over her cheek and inches his way back toward her neck. Her clawed hands rest on his shoulders, her head tilting back as she coos. Tomas is quite good at this. The toes of her digitigrade, paw-like feet flex; they spread apart and curl impulsively as she feels the bulbous head of his manhood pressing into the black flesh of her nether lips.

“Mmm-take me, baby. Take me!” She begs him, eager for his attention.

Tomas doesn’t disappoint. He pushes against her, spreading her charcoal colored nether lips and stuffing his big, brown cock into her tight Voeldahn pussy.

“AHGH!” Zoey gasps.

“Rrrr-yeah! Ooohhh, your pussy’s so hot! Mmm-and so tight!”

“Ahhgahd! Ohhfuck!” Zoey squeals in response.

Swiftly arching her back, her large breasts jiggle quite violently. Tomas curls forward and promptly licks and sucks on her large nipples, both hands fondling her big tits as he continues to drive his endowment into her quivering pussy. With her amber eyes wide and staring at the ceiling, her mouth agape, she feels the human forcing his exceptional penis into her underused vagina. She hasn’t had sex in almost a year, and she cannot ever recall feeling a man of his size before. He fills the space within her loins, stretching out her vaginal canal; some of her dildos are about his size, but they’re nothing when compared to the real thing.

His throbbing cock is so hot, so firm, and his ministrations are flawless. Deeper and deeper, Tomas pushes his manhood inside of her, grunting and wincing from the wonderful sensation of her eager body. Her pussy queefs as the human pulls back before roughly jamming a few more inches into her. He drives his flesh into hers, sheathing his manhood inside of her as if he owned her. She feels herself flushing, embarrassed as her womanhood makes unfamiliar noises. She’s unaccustomed to it, just as much as she’s unused to feeling so submissive and so full. Tomas, however, doesn’t seem to notice the noises, at least at first.

Soon, however, the more air his member pushes out, the harder he rams his cock into Zoey’s quivering cunt. Is that his reaction, or is he too overcome with carnal hunger to hear it?

“Ahh-ahh-hah-ahh!” She shrieks and gasps.

Over and over, in and out, Tomas sways his hips and drives his phallus into her tight pussy, reaming her little hole to his heart’s content. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! His big, full balls slap against the black fur of the panther woman’s plump and perfect ass.

“Ahh-hah-nngf-ahh!”

“Nngf! Nngf! Rrr-shit! Nnnn-yeah!”

“Ahh-yes! Fuck me! Ahh-fucking fuck me!” Zoey exclaims.

“Rrr-yeah! Nngf, you’re so, nngf, fucking tight! Nngf!”

It isn’t long before Zoey feels something both familiar and yet alien. Her pleasure builds, as if she were masturbating herself, but even faster. The passion and skill of her handsome and hung human lover is so great that she can feel an orgasm just around the corner. Haven’t they only just begun?! Her claws rake his flesh, and Tomas grunts. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Harder and faster, he rams his manhood into her pussy, rocking his hips and grinding the bulbous head of his penis against her G-spot. It doesn’t take long at all before her vagina clamps down onto him like a vice.

“Ahh. Ahh! AHH! AAAHHHGAAAHHHD!!!” She screams as she cums.

She shrieks loud enough to embarrass herself, but her lover is wholly unphased. With his body curled forward and his face buried between her massive mammaries, which he pleasures with his mouth as thoroughly as his cock pleasures her pussy, he pounds away, driving himself into and out of her as if his very life depended on it. She trembles like a leaf as a watery fluid seeps out of her body, splashing over his manhood and soaking both her fur and his shaved balls. Still, he never stops. Within a few more minutes, she feels it happening all over again.

“AHHH-SHIT! NNNNN! RRRR-FFFFUUUUUUUCK!” She cries out.

“NNGH! NNGH! I’M, NNGH, GONNA! RRRR!”

“NNNN-YES! F-FILL ME! AHH-GOD!”

Zoey can’t believe what she’s just said; she’s never, in her entire life, ever allowed a man to cum inside of her without at least the courtesy of a condom. Why is she suddenly giving this human permission to fill her, and on their first date?! She’s not on any birth control! Her mind races, begging her body to reconsider. However, as he plows her little hole with his girthy penis, rocking her with a pleasure she cannot ever recall enjoying, she knows then that she cannot find the strength to speak again. Even if she could, why would she ever say such awful words; she doesn’t just want it, she needs it. She’s hungry to feel Tomas’ potent cum flooding her body; she needs him to put out the fire in her loins.

“AHH-AHH-HAH-NNNN-AHH!”

“Nngf! Nngf! RrrrrrrRRRRRAAAHHH!!!”

“AHHHGAAHHD!!!”

Her amber eyes bulge nearly out of her head as she feels it. Jet after thick and powerful jet floods her body. The brown-skinned human tremors and pants as he blasts a truly massive load into the panther Voeldahn’s pussy, filling her fertile body with his seed. The hot, viscous semen fills her uterus, sticking like glue to the walls of her innermost sanctum. It causes Zoey to climax, harder and longer than she’s ever climaxed before. It’s genuinely exhausting. Is this what a man’s cum feels like?! Why hasn’t she enjoyed it sooner?! As he finishes, spurting a sixth and final jet of thick and potent semen into her taut vagina, Tomas looks Zoey in the eyes, gazing at her with longing before leaning in and kissing her more passionately than she’s ever experienced before. It’s almost loving.

Just then, something happens. A switch flips in her brain, and as the calm washes over her, she can feel a growing fondness for the man. It swells within her chest and takes hold of her heart. Suddenly, and for little reason other than their passion, she finds a part of herself caring for him. No more does she concern herself with the risk of pregnancy, which is considerable; she’s only a week past her last period, and now she’s about to ovulate. No more does she care about the neighbor’s perceptions or the right or wrong of sleeping with him after a first-date, which wasn’t even intended as one. All she wants is for this to happen again, and only with Tomas.

Lying over her, the sweat drenched human nuzzles her face and kisses her with startling passion, even after he’s finished with her. This only increases their bond. She stares into his eyes, her black, feline nose touching the tip of his.

“That was... Wonderful!” She says with a sigh.

“Yeah? I loved it, too.”

Her heart skips a beat.

“And you haven’t had the rest of me yet.” She giggles.

“Maybe I can after our next date?” He asks.

“You want another?!” She asks, her pulse racing.

“Yeah! Don’t you? I mean, you’re a great woman. Sweet, funny, kind, beautiful, smart... I had a lot of fun at lunch, and I like you. I’d love to see you again... And again, and again.” He grins.

“Me too.” She coos.

“Great!”

The pair lean in and share a kiss, their tongues gently caressing each other as their hands grip tightly to the other’s body. All this time, he’s still failed to pull his manhood out of her; he’s left it fully-sheathed, holding his potent cum inside of the fertile Voeldahn woman. Ending the kiss, she looks over his face with a lustful look.

“Wow... I think you’re my new favorite client!”

“Is that all I am?” He asks with a little smirk.

From his tone and his expression, it’s obvious that he’s teasing her. She has a sneaking suspicion that Tomas knows how good he was; he’s far more than a mere client. If anything, she’s at his mercy.

“This was supposed to be pro bono.” She sighs, stretching out on his couch.

“I don’t mind making payments this way.” He teases.

Zoey giggles, but her amusement is cut short by a strong sensation. She tilts her head and stares with wide eyes as the human slowly and quite deliberately removes his manhood from her reamed loins. As soon as the bulbous head of his substantial phallus pops out of her gaping vagina, Zoey lets out a little gasp. A clawed hand races down and she curls her body, looking at the destruction her lover’s penis has wrought on her little pussy. It’s been so long since she’s enjoyed a flesh and blood man, she’s startled by her own eagerness to see the aftermath.

Hot, sticky ooze slowly seeps from her stretched hole, the white gobs creeping out of the dark cavern of her womanhood. She uses a finger to collect it, pushing it back in before taking her hand away. She briefly sniffs the semen stuck to her fingertips, before licking them clean, all while turning her vibrant eyes and looking at Tomas so innocently. He smiles and glances down, his still throbbing penis looming over her obliterated vagina like a hunter posing with his prize. No more of his cum seeps out; it’s made itself at home inside of Zoey’s body. He leans in and kisses her, showing her a passion that Whitney certainly didn’t receive. Unlike Whitney, this wasn’t a mistake.

“So... Call me?” She sweetly asks him, her infatuated grin plastered onto her face as their lips part.

“Of course!” He chirps, stroking her cheek.

After taking some time to recover, the pair dress themselves and Tomas escorts Zoey back to her home, just across the street. No sooner do they say goodbye with a hug and a little kiss, she shuts the door, grabs her phone and immediately places a call.

“Hey, sister-woman!” Sarina chirps.

“If you aren’t sitting down, then you’d better. I have a story for you.” Zoey says with a satisfied sigh.