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Beneath an arched oak ceiling, atop the world's creakiest bed, rat and cat lay intertwined in the passionate embrace at last. They'd truly waited too long. It was obvious that it was mutual, what with their stealing glances at each other whenever they crossed paths, even injecting increasingly flirty phrases into their everyday work-speak. Someday it was going to all come pouring out, and so there they were, snuggled together in a rented cabin, listening to the rain. The patter on the rooftop only made the leopard's rumbles seem all the warmer. And as for the rat, it was hard to tell if all the squeaking was from the bed or from him, just to have the soft feline all pressed up close to him like that. The two of them had the place entirely to themselves for the entire weekend. Maybe, just maybe, it was going to be enough for them to finally work out all their pent up desires for one another.

It started small. There was no need to rush. They were still very much clothed, and hadn't gone beyond just some gentle smooching. It grew more intense with every smack of lips to lips, of cat and rat muzzles all smooshed together, but they weren't all over each other just yet. A little stroking, a little groping to admiring each other's figures, and they just got warmer together. Eventually, they moved on to sucking each other's tongues. Shephard slipped his first, and Mahiri retaliated with a tingly slather of her own. The feline texture tickled a little while she rubbed it around inside the rat's mouth, leaning into him just a little more firmly. With a bust like hers, that meant squishing it down nearly flat just to be close to him. Shephard certainly didn't mind. He walked his fingers down her spine and then back up while she laid herself against his chest, soaking in every vibration she provided him. Big cats could really purr - or maybe it was more than purring, with those intense vibrations rattling against his body more like a slightly stifled growl. A friendly snarl perhaps, to remind him she was a big cat, no matter how soft and fluffy she might have been.

Their kisses got sloppier, messier, until they were moaning into each other's mouths while they exchanged a hefty dose of spit. It started out as nothing more than a smooch, but they were drooling on each other by the end. It was time to stop for a gasp of air. They panted in each other's faces for a few moments before the cat broke into a broad grin of fangs.

"Why we waited so long to get around to this, I have no idea," she mused.

"Heh, guess I just wasn't sure if it was really mutual. Couldn't think of the right way to ask." Shephard shrugged.

"Of course it was! I'm surprised you didn't catch a scent. I was getting all worked up just walking by you."

"Too distracted looking at ya, I guess."

He flashed a grin of his own while she licked him on the cheek and neck.

"Well, now we're here, and we can get it allll out," she said, with an extra rumble for emphasis.

"Damn right."

As for where exactly they were going to start, that was no easy choice. There was just so much. Their bodies had been calling out for each other for so long, their minds had been filled with every possible idea of the pleasures they could share, that neither of them could settle on any single position. They were just going to have to grope it out. From gentle touches, tender admiration, they took instead to squeezing, wherever they wanted. That of course meant the rat sank his fingers deep into the leopard's juicy bust, while she felt up his arms, his sides, and eventually his bulge. A nice loose pair of shorts meant the rat had plenty of room to breathe, but there was no hiding how turned he was already. Just being close to her, touching, tasting her was enough to make him hard, and she took full advantage of that to stroke him right through the clothing. He let out a little rat squeak of pleasure, and that just made her rumbles grow more intense. He saw a flash of something in her eyes, and he knew he was going to have to tame her a little if he didn't want to get overwhelmed. Or destroyed. A sneaky rub up the inside of her thigh and beneath that short black skirt did the trick just fine. That was enough to get her mewling rather than growling.

He could feel the fabric of her silky panties clinging to the folds of her cunt as he stroked along her tender lips and teased his way to her covered clit. She was already wet for him. He could hardly believe just how damp she could make the fabric with all those juices she was putting out. A few rubs and eventually his digits were soaked. He withdrew them and raised those two prodding fingers to his mouth, making sure she was looking while he licked them off. That certainly put a gleam in her emerald eyes. She smooched him on the forehead and then simply blanketed herself across him to bury him in the plush curves of her body. The leopardess was tall for a lady, taller than him even, and heavier too, but that just meant she was all the softer while she smothered herself over his form. His pointy muzzle fit perfectly into the snug cleft of her fluffy cleavage, and she gave him more and more of that while she unbuttoned her top and pressed down on his face. A firm application of pressure allowed her to really squish those tits around his head and completely immerse him in her warmth and scent while he marvelled at the size of her juicy bust.

Eventually he started licking, and she just projected her purrs out over him while she rested atop his whole body. He had to breathe sometime, and she withdrew once he'd given her a few good slathers of his tongue. Her fur carried streaks of drool for how much she made his mouth water. Really, he deserved the whole set for how eager he was. She withdrew for just long enough to unclasp the bra she wore beneath her unbuttoned top, and let that garment fall away with a jiggle of her tits. He had to widen his eyes at the sight. Not just at seeing them bare, with their firm pink nubs, but at how little a difference it made for her to let them out like that. They didn't flop down or sag, they bounced, as if floating there on her chest. He didn't ask questions. All he knew was he had a big fat pair of kitty tits to suck on, and she didn't even have to ask first. He squeezed at one of them while he slipped his lips around that tender nip. Latching on for a good suck really made her moan, with a mix of feline yowling in there somewhere along with her steady contralto voice. Of course he made sure to work them both evenly, until her tits were absolutely tingling with all the nibbly rat attention he gave them.

She might have stayed on top of him all night for how good it felt to just let him adore on her breasts a while. He eventually started pushing her over, and she accepted the urging without a struggle. They weren't fighting for dominance. The balance of power was something to be shared as equally as the pleasure. Eventually, he was on top of her instead, nestled between her thighs, kissing her tender breastflesh. Then down, down he went, smooching all the way across the swell of her soft belly. She was still clad in that skirt, but there was nothing stopping him from lifting it right up and getting under it. Her panties barely concealed the intimate details of her lust-drenched pussy. A rich, wafting dose of her concentrated pheromones left him wriggling his nose and twitching his whiskers for a few seconds. The sheer potency of her desire was enough to stun him, but he wasn't going to let that stop him for long. After a pause to gather his sense, he dived down between her thighs and immersed himself in her essence, with his nose shoved against the nub of her clit and his tongue dragging smoothly along the crease of her folds. Licking right across those soaked panties just meant he could lap up all the accumulated juices that hadn't soaked into the fabric directly.

"Ahhh, Shephard ..." came her first moan of his name, and surely not the last.

That was all she had to say about that. Her body did the talking for her in that uniquely feline language. Those deep rumbles, those lighter purrs, and sometimes the higher yowls and extended mrawwwls, they all said how she felt better than any regular words might have. He was going to be fluent by the time they were done. A slurp-slop of tongue along her folds was enough to get her squirming. The rat had to latch on just to make sure he could keep all the attention right where it needed to be. Up and down, left and right, he worked his tongue nearly numb while he remained stuffed up beneath her skirt. Mahiri tossed her hands in the air and eventually settled on placing one on her forehead as if she'd fainted. Now and then she gave a jolt of her hips that might or might not have been intentional. Shephard didn't mind a little face-humping. He was just going to have to get her back once he was done milking the mewls out of her with his talented tongue.

She couldn't help a little squeezing. Those thighs were as powerful as they were ample, and Shephard soon found himself with his head squished between them while he scooped his tongue against the corner of that lacy fabric. Just a little taste of the real thing, to tease her. Then a little more. There was no stopping him once he got going. She had an addictive flavour and he needed more, even if it meant shoving his tongue right inside her pussy to scoop out a generous mouthful of her juices. A swallow made him shudder with pleasure. She watched his naked tail whipping about with his excitement before she just flopped her head down on the pillow with a huff. Eventually, she released him from his spotty thigh-prison once she managed to relax a little. He rose from under her skirt with his muzzle all nice and wet, wearing a grin. Only when she returned the expression did he make a show of licking off his lips and sucking on his tongue, as if to tell her just how delicious she was.

"Mmf. Good tasty kitty pussy. Could spend a good long time down there if you want."

"And you will," she rumbled, with a bit of force. "But first. I wanna see it. Wanna taste it..."

He shot her a wink. "Kitty wants the rat cock?"

"Mmhm. I wouldn't be out here if I didn't," she teased him.

Unzipping his shorts was a simple, unceremonious process. She didn't fondle him further until she'd totally lowered down his bottoms to get a good look at what she was dealing with. The first thing she noticed was just how hard he was for her. There was stiff and then there was stiff, pulsing, dripping, absolutely rigid just from being intimately alone with her for a short while. That was flattering enough. Then there were those two fine, plump nuts. All pretty in pink, they were hefty enough to hint at just how pent up the rat really was. She had to touch. A cup of her palms made for the perfect support, just so she could feel how heavy they really were. Up and down they jiggled in her grasp while she marvelled at their size. A greedy look flashed in her eyes as she rolled them over the surface of her hands, or even so softly squeezed. Her stroking fingers pressed a little more firmly inwards, just to test how full those balls really were. He was content to let her toy with him a while, especially seeing just how impressed she was. But of course she was. Fat rat nuts like that were worth stopping everything just to play with for a while.

He seemed to watch her assessment of his dick carefully, only to give a confident sway of his hips to make it bob up and down while she reached for it.

"Maybe not the biggest around but I know how to use it to make cats meow!" he told her, and without a shred of doubt.

She believed him immediately. The confidence was refreshing. It might not have been a monster dick, but that meant he could be as rough as he wanted. And so could she. For the moment, she was content to simply stroke a few times, running her fingers up and down his inches until he squeaked a moan. That came accompanied by a thick spurt of precum right across her palm. She swished the tail at the sight, then just used that extra mess to lube up her palm so she could rub him all the more smoothly. The schlick of his own juices gliding along his dick was worth moaning over, if just softly. They were going to get plenty noisy later. She massaged him until her fingers were nice and wet, looking into his eyes the whole time. He returned the look as best he could. It was easy to lose himself in her emerald green gaze. She wasn't intimidating exactly, so much as she was simply intense. Well, he was just going to have to try to match her intensity.

Her eyes strayed downwards only briefly, but he knew what she meant. He was just going to have to brace himself while she leaned in with a sultry smile and went down on him. She never loosened her grip on his dick the whole while. That kept him firmly in place for her to tantalizingly lick with a slow swish of her tongue, a flick of precum into the air. It splashed upon her nose and she left it there to continue. She wasn't sucking his dick, not yet. Maybe she was building to that, or maybe it would come later. He was in no rush when those teasing swipes of her tingly tongue across his engorged shaft made him twitch with pleasure. She flicked across the tip to tidy up every single drop of precum she could get from him, but he just made more. Such a mess he was making by then, with a steady flow of those watery juices. He was almost as wet as her, and every throb ran all the way down his dick to his balls, his taint, even his thighs, with a flexing jolt that ached just slightly. In the good way. It was the kind of soreness that he knew would soon be relieved. The waiting was worth it.

When she was finished toying with him, she pulled back with a smack of her lips. This time, it was his turn to watch her make a sultry show of slurping her chops. That bright pink tongue made her dark lips glisten by the time she was done, and she punctuated it all with an extended mmmm that he knew had to be at least a little exaggerated. But only a little. He tasted good. She was going to need more of that. It could wait for later. They were two horny creatures absolutely blazing with need for each other. As much as she wanted to feel him bare and natural inside of her, she reached over for the nearby box - the crate, really - of extra durable condoms. Just to be absolutely sure, Shephard had hauled over a few dozen of them for the weekend. He was pretty sure no living mortal could cum that much, but limits were made to be broken. With a soft, curvy cat like Mahiri, anything was possible. And somehow she managed to make the process of putting a condom on him the most erotic thing he'd seen in months.

She unwrapped it with her teeth - a dangerous thing really, those fangs were sharp - and clasped his cock right at the base with two fingers. With the other hand, she pointed that piece of latex right at his drippy tip. Just to be safe. She was already aching to the point it almost felt like a heat, and the pheromones that constantly wafted from her tended to have an effect on all the guys she met. The rat's ample balls were already potent enough, but he was going to be all kinds of virile the longer he basked in her richly horny scent. A stretch, and she got his every inch snugly encased in that protective layer. A few more strokes for good measure and she was done teasing him. It was time to entice. She deepened her rumbles to the point they shook the whole bed as she started stripping right in front of him. Every garment she removed she gently tossed at his face, just to give her a moment to move on. By the time he pried her sex-scented skirt from his face, she was all stretched out in the perfect pinup pose, just waiting for him to make his move.

It wasn't difficult to know where to start. He looked over her bare rosettes, all sprawled on the bed, belly down, tail up. That fine ass looked so good in a tight skirt - but even better naked and presented to him. He had a good look at her soaking pussy with her tail up like that. All that remained was to pull his way out of his shirt and fling it across the room so he could lay himself on her back. Chest to shoulders, teeth to neck. He knew how much cats liked that. A few little nibbles to the scruff and she was all his, for a little while. A bump of that ass up against his crotch helped him find his way to her pussy, snugly sliding along her folds, feeling her tremble in his clutches. He made sure to squeeze her everywhere while he mounted her, especially the tits. They hardly looked real for their size and buoyancy, but they squished beneath his fingers in such an appealing way. Gripping them was enough to make her mewl, but what really got her rumbling was the silky schlick of that rock hard rat cock finally pushing into the aching folds of her needy pussy. She felt every bit as good around his dick as she did in his fantasies.

Both of them knew full well they should take it slow. That lasted a few seconds, at least. Shephard rubbed in and out of her, taking his time with every single stroke so he could savour the feeling of those petals parting for his rigid cock. Her warmth, her clenching tightness, it all made him gasp out loud as if shocked by just how good she felt. The mewly leopardess endured for a short while while her pussy quivered around the rat's covered inches. Eventually, instinct took over. Or maybe it was just desire. A lunge of her hips backwards had her bumping her spotty ass against his hips in the process of slamming against him. She gnashed her teeth and bared her fangs in a drooly snarl. He was just going to have to try to contain her, try to maintain some semblance of control while she shook and rocked on his cock. The rat clutched her by the hips while she bucked and squeezed. Nibbling her scruff was supposed to pacify her, or at least calm her down a little. She refused to be contained, rolling like a spotty ocean wave while she kneaded every single inch of hard rat cock in her cunt.

Shephard barely managed to get much actually fucking in. He plapped her a few good times with those smooth nuts of his before he found himself quivering. With his fingers digging into her thighs, he started trembling atop her. She didn't relent. That pussy could squeeze, and she worked him down to the very base with constant squishing clenches. He could hear them. They squelched sweetly around his dick while it pulsed within her. It was all enough to leave him scrambling, grabbing and clutching at her body in various places, squeaking out his strain. Just a few good strokes into that gorgeous leopardess and he could already feel himself bottoming out. A shaky twitch ran down his spine along with a surge of pleasure and travelled all the way to the tip of his naked tail. He thrashed it about as if to wave the pleasure off, but there was no stopping it. A flex of his taint, a bulge of that cum-vein, and a tight curl of each and every one of his toes came before the sudden rushing glory of a thick climax shooting from his latex-wrapped cock. The barrier held up, even once all stretched out with the excess weight of all that rat spunk. He couldn't stop unloading once he started, groaning and puffing out atop her, crying half her name without ever managing to finish.

"Ah, Mah ... Mah ... fuck, I ... fuck, your pussy ... fuckin ... fuckin tight ... unngh ..."

For all her feistiness, the leopard was surprisingly patient while she waited for him to finish inside her. He held himself right where he was for a few seconds more even after his orgasm subsided. That wasn't long enough for him to quite catch his breath before she softly chuckled to him.

"That good hmm?"

"Yeah, fuck ... got a pussy like a demon." He sucked down a breath just to steady himself before hastily reassuring her. "I'm not done."

She bucked her hips teasingly. "You sure? Went off pretty hard there, ratty. I don't wanna hurt you."

That was genuine concern, not mockery in her tone, but he felt the need to prove himself nonetheless.

"I'll show ya." He gave her another nibble on the neck and then pulled out of her cunt with a heavy schlurp. "Right now. Just gotta get another wrap."

The cum-bloated tip of that condom flopped down once freed from her depths. She rolled over and reached down to give it a few bats with one finger then helped to remove it. His cock was smeared up in the excess mess of that stunning cumshot, but he'd barely softened. By the time she reached towards that bedside box, he was fully hard again. A quick release just meant he needed a slight breather. She rolled herself over and presented him with the majesty of her front side, with that absolutely soaking wet cunt trailing liquid lust down the inside of her thighs. With an extended hand, she offered him another condom clutched between two fingers, and he swiftly snatched it away. Off went the first, cast aside with a little thud as it hit the floor beside the bed, and he scrambled to get a second on before the horny leopardess got impatient. Just looking at her, with her legs spread wide for him, a long fang pressed into her lower lip, a look of pure need in her glimmering eyes - he was absolutely pounding hard. Every time his dick throbbed, his balls gave a little jump and clench right along with it. Surging lust coursed through his body, even seconds after cumming for her. This time, they were going face to face, so he could watch her features twist up into one of those scrunchy kitty snarls of pleasure.

This time, he had to make sure she knew he was in control. Scooping his hands beneath her thighs meant he could get a good grip on her. She was flexible, of course. All cats were. Stretching her out with her ankles right over her head gave him the best possible angle to get right on top of her and squish her down into a cozy mating press. He had all the access he needed to slip balls deep inside her, but first he took his time. Everything had to be just right if he was going to make her yowl. A slip and slide along those shiny pussy folds made her quiver in such a needy way. The rumbles resonated from her throat until he was finally satisfied with his approach. From there, it was nothing more than a plunge. He didn't ease into that aching cunt, he shoved inside and thumped his nuts against her body. They swung wildly as he yanked back and went for another thump. He watched her tits jiggling all about with the force of his wild ratfuck. This time, he managed to make it into a rhythm without blowing his load, while she just mrowled and moaned for him just the way he liked.

A jiggling, bouncing, bed-squeaking romp sent slapping noises ringing through the entire cabin. They were a long, long way from any neighbours, but Shephard still couldn't help but wonder anyway. The way Mahiri yowled once he really got going with her was like she was trying to announce to the entire world how good that rat dick felt sliding in and out of her tender cunt. Oh god, she was tight. Even more than before. He could hardly bear just how hard she clamped down on him. It was like a death grip. Seeing her face get all messed up with delight was worth it though. He kept on bouncing, even when it got the bed to sag all the way to the floor. There was no way they weren't going to end up paying for the damn thing, with how much they needed to do to each other. They'd been waiting for far too long. That position of course made for the perfect sinful plaps of rat nuts to cat rump while he fucked her pussy nice and deep. Every single inch of his cock drove into her when he pumped down. He kept his tail high in the air while he made her jiggle. She was a thick kitty indeed, and that just meant he got to watch her wobble while he rocked her body with those nonstop slapping thrusts. He barely blinked while he rutted her, just to watch her nice and close, and savour in every little twitch of her pretty face, every sharp noise that escaped through her clenched fangs.

"Yeah ... listen to her meowin'. Kitty loves that rat dick," he teased, and didn't get anything in response but another of those screechy snarls.

"Ahhh, Shephard ..."

That breathy moan just meant he was free to keep humping her. He fucked her about as hard as he could manage in such a position. There was rhythm but it wasn't exactly finesse he used to pound that pussy silly. He'd already more than tripled his stamina from the last time. Though that tight cunt showed no mercy. For just a moment, he lost his pace when she gave him a particularly ruthless clench, and that was enough to knock his focus right off. He was still on top, still fucking that curled up cat for all he could give, but his pace grew more erratic. His balls pumped hard, flexing up and down with the sheer force of that cumshot churning up inside. She bombarded him with noises simultaneously vicious and submissive while she contracted harder, faster, hotter. He could feel the heat rising all around them. It was enough to make him gasp while he dug his toes into the bed, gripped her ankles tight, and finally just pulled back to brace himself for one big slam into her stretched sex. That final lunge came with a thunderous slam of rat balls against her inner thighs, and another torrent of his spunk shooting out into that condom. It held fast, despite the rough, bed-shaking, tit-bouncing finish.

"Nnh nnh nnh ... nnnnngh ..." was the best he could articulate as he came hard for her all over again.

Mahiri was so close, so tight, pumping, squeezing, gripping all around his dick, but she couldn't quite grind out a climax of her own before he was just a twitching mess on top of her. Even through the condom she felt the warmth of his cum erupting from his cock, and the sensation made her gnaw her lip furiously. She was left fussing and squirming beneath him, still on the edge, still tingling, aching, needing, but without the finish she hoped for. That frustration led her to get a little nibbly once he was in range. He had to fend her off, and not without getting a few horny cat chomps on his ears and neck while he forcefully pulled out of her. It took her a while to calm down. She reached down to toy with her clit a few times once she lowered her legs, but she didn't stay docile for long. Before he could say a word, she was up on her hands and knees, swishing her tail while she crawled towards him. The look in her eyes told him he was in trouble. In a good way.

"Huff huff ... relax, kitty. Just gotta ... keep going. I'll make ya cum and cum again, promise. Being inside ya really gets me off ..."

Her laugh was low and sultry, even imposing. "Isn't that the point? Oh, I'm not upset. But something tells me ..."

She reached out to plant a hand on his chest, then gave him a little push. He wobbled back on his heels to just fall right on his butt while she loomed.

"Something tells me I'm going to need to milk you dry if I want you to go the distance. And you know I can."

"Ah, heh ... you can try," he teased. "Still gonna fuck you more tonight though. That pussy's magic ..."

"Yeah? Wait until you see what else I can do."

She dipped her head down without warning. He reflexively raised his hands as if to defend himself from the dangerous leopardess descending upon his dick. Instead, he just wound up rubbing his fingers through her hair while she sucked on his dick. That cum-stretched condom fit snugly in her mouth while she latched on. He could feel the tingly texture of her tongue right through the latex. Stroking her hair wasn't enough. He had to grip those crimson locks tightly just to brace himself while she forcefully sucked the used condom right off his dick. She worked him like a vacuum, and sounded like it too. He almost wanted to chuckle at the excessively lewd schlurrrrp that came with freeing his cock from the covering. She took that condom right into her mouth and let him watch her suck on it a few times. He half expected her to swallow it just to show off, but instead she stuck out her tongue with that cum-stuffed wrap resting right there on the top, and let it fall to the bed. She didn't let him get a word in before she went down on him again. This time, she wrapped her lips right around the tip of his cock, and slipped smoothly down to the base until her nose was mashed into his crotch and her white throat fur bulged slightly with the outline of his shaft. She didn't choke even once.

Sometimes she bobbed, sometimes she just slipped and slurped and latched on tight to guzzle his precum. She didn't hesitate to swallow that first little trace of his essence. If she persisted just a little longer, she would have ended up with plenty more. Instead, she popped off his dick with a smack of her lips and instead stretched out on the bed. A few tugs at his hips, and then his hands helped guide him where she wanted him, though he needed a little more than just a hint. A deep squeeze of her breasts from both sides helped puff them out as prominently as possible. He watched her playing with herself while his cock thumped up against his belly with the sheer force of his desires, a light splash of precum smearing across his fur there. Okay, he got the idea. He climbed on top of her and took the invitation of those tightly-clamped kitty tits. There was no need for a condom when he was just rubbing on her silky soft fur. A huff of a sigh escaped him as he sunk smoothly into that warm crevice, with her velvety white fluff enveloping his bare cock on both sides. By the way she was purring about it, she loved it just as much as he did.

"Ahh, fuck, those tits ... beautiful fuckable kitty boobs," he said with a slightly shaky chuckle.

"I knew you'd wanna fuck em. You can cum on them too, of course. I don't mind."

"Spotty's gonna look so good all covered in rat cum, heh heh ..."

It wasn't clear who he was muttering to. It didn't matter. She absolutely spoiled him with that swiftly sloppy titfuck. There was still plenty of leftover cum clinging to his shaft, and he added to the mess with all the pre he shot out as he stroked his dick back and forth between those mountable mounds. There was no need to worry about lasting longer this time. It was all for him, a little treat to help reduce the tension that flexed through his nuts and taint alike. She gripped her breasts too tightly for them to jiggle much, but that just meant they rubbed against his cock all the better with his every thrust. He titfucked that cat nice and wet while the bed groaned beneath them. From the sound of it, the legs were simply going to collapse at any moment. If he didn't collapse first. He might have been on top, plapping the underside of her tits with his sack, but he was barely in control. His hips seemed to work all on their own while he quivered atop her. Humping, grinding, and moaning plenty, he lashed his tail about and finally couldn't help but squeeze that juicy leopard bust for himself. With him squishing her breasts together, Mahiri was free to feel the rat up, and she didn't hesitate to tease him. A grip on his butt meant she could pull him in closer, until his cock pushed right up from the top of her cleavage and pointed directly at her face. He was just going to have to make her pay for all her teasing with a good faceful of cream.

A curly-toed twitch was the first sign of the rat getting ready to cum again. There was no holding it back. He fucked her silky tits until he couldn't help but squeak. His tail went tight and curled up behind him, the tip dipped right between her thighs to tease her pussy. It was hard to say whether or not that was intentional. What definitely was, was the dick-bulging load of rat cum that erupted suddenly from his pumping sack. He spurted it out right across her face, from cheek to cheek, chin to pretty red hair. And then again, and again. He huffed and gnashed and moaned half her name again while he painted her features down in musky rat cum. A nice marking to show her who was boss - but he knew he wasn't going to get away with it for long. Not without some sort of retribution. He pulled his cock from between her tits and started frantically stroking at it to help milk out everything he had left. Those last ropes were perfect for glazing across the leopard's bare breasts, from one to the other as if he was decorating a cake. The last few trickles stretched from his shaft as one thick strand, and he made sure to wipe them off against one of her perked nips, just to tease her all the more.

She laid there licking her lips for a while, then finally reached up to rub at her face. There really was no tidying herself up completely without a shower, but she didn't care. A little rat musk clinging to her just made her all the more worked up. He could see it in her eyes. They were all shiny and fierce, to the point he just slumped down and sat when she rose up in front of him. There really was no arguing with her when she was in that state. She was a big cat, and she was horny. After making him cum so many times in a row, it was her turn to be selfish, to be spoiled. He had to admit he was surprised at just how forceful she could really be when she pounced him. There was no sense resisting, either. He didn't want to get clawed. Instead, he happily let her take him down to the lopsided bed, and he didn't even manage to get a word in before she snugly settled right onto his face, pussy-first. A squish of that tender cunt right on his face meant he was completely enveloped in her heat, in her clenching touch, in the scent and juices of her driving lust. That was the kind of thing that made him take a nice deep breath of her before he got to work.

"Rrf. Only fair, right? I've been so generous, making you spurt like that. Now you're just going to have to stay down there until I cum, to make it up to me."

"Mmhmmf," came his affirmative. Made sense to him.

Soon she felt his tongue inside her. He didn't hesitate to sloppily eat her out. Those were no lazy licks, either. He feasted on that cunt as soon as she gave him the okay. With his hands planted on her hips to latch on tight, he stuffed his tongue as deep as he could reach and scooped out mouthful after mouthful of those silken juices. Of course he didn't hesitate to swallow down her heated flavour right from the source. She squeezed her thighs around his head and just kept him there, utterly smothered while he slobbered on her sex with those vigorous tongue-thrusts. Pumping, stuffing, filling her right up, he let her vibrations of pleasure be their own reward. Not to mention all the flavour he sucked right out of her. With his mouth open wide, he slopped and sucked on as much of her pussy as he could at once while that tongue did its work. She rocked back and forth on his muzzle the whole while, with his nose buried right up against her clit and her lips against her puffy folds. It was hardly necessary. If she was going to sit on his face like that, then he was going to give it his all, until she could barely manage to stay there. She had to grip the edge of the bed while she humped his face over and over just to keep from toppling over. The schlick of his tongue exploring her trembling depths mixed nicely with her rowls and rumbles. Eventually, she just seemed to shriek.

Such a piercing sound lasted only a moment before she remembered she was supposed to be a big scary leopardess and corrected it into a proper bellow. Maybe not quite a full roar, but it rocked his world nonetheless. The whole room, too. Pictures rattled on the walls and the windows shook with the bassy sound projected from her throat while she clenched up tight and came in his face. She'd been squeezing on his tongue a while, but climax itself came suddenly, shockingly, sloppily. From warmly gripping him, to rapidly clenching, contracting, pumping down hard on his whole face while she got hotter, wetter, and finally just squirted right into his open mouth. That he could outright hear the splurch of release almost made him want to chuckle, but all he could do was guzzle down the femcum pouring directly down his throat. A deep swallow was enough to make him feel all warm inside. He sealed his lips and let the rest soak his face. Retribution. When she was done snarling at him, she instead just grinned proudly. She spent a few more seconds on top of him before she pried slowly from his lips and muzzle with a delightfully messy slurp and pop, flinging a splash of juices in all directions while she rolled off to the side of the slightly drowned rat.

"Hurf ..." he gurgled.

"You said it." She let out a little giggle before she was back to seductively licking her lips. "You got a good bellyful, didn't you? I'm jealous. Guess I'm just going to have to spoil you again. This time, I'm swallowing it."

She didn't even glance at the crate of condoms they brought along to last them the whole weekend. Instead, she descended down on him, tracing her claws along his chest the whole way. He didn't move much. His cock was hard and wet again, and she licked its bare tip with a smooth stroke of her tingly tongue. Feeling that sandpaper texture across such a sensitive spot made him grunt out loud with a jolt of his hips. She didn't relent. She licked that rat from tip to taint, and then back again. That involved scooping up under his balls to let them rest atop her tongue. She latched on and slipped one of them into her mouth to suck on, then the other, then both. Her cheeks bulged with a fat rat sack resting snugly between her lips while she nursed and kneaded those lovely nuts. He could hardly bear it. A drooling squeak, a huffing gasp, a snort, a grunt, he squirmed like mad but she showed no mercy. She even planted her palms firmly on his hips just to keep him right in place while she assaulted him with suckling pleasure. At least she stopped before his balls went totally numb. Up she went with warm, wet smooch after smooch until she reached his tip again. This time, she opened up wide and engulfed him seemingly all at once. Just one big slurp and ulp, she gulped his dick right down, still without any choking, gagging, or even flinching. That kitty sucked cock like an expert.

"Ahh, Mah ... those lips, girl ..."

That was the best he could articulate while she sucked him senseless. She wasn't teasing in the slightest. That was a full-on, deep, slurping blowjob the likes of which he could only dream of. Every stroke was like she was trying to worship that rat cock. She was positively drooling over the taste of him, and she simply would not, stop, sucking. Even when he found himself writhing, grasping the air, and eventually clasping her hair again, she kept on at a steady, greedy pace. Glurk glurk glurk. She guzzled down every single drop she could get from him. By the way she was so firmly latched on, he really doubted she was going to let him cum on her again. That suckjob was a hungry one. Big kitty wasn't going to stop until she got fed. He marvelled at just how good it felt to have those plump black lips diving up and down his dick, swallowing a few inches and then sliding them back out again. He rolled his hips lightly just to fuck her face and throat alike, just a little, but she did most of the work. The forceful pin kept him right where he was. She kept shoving down on him the whole time to make sure.

"Mmmmm, goooood kitty ... gonna have to pull off or I'm gonna ..."

She decisively derailed with a twist of her muzzle and a grind of her tingly tongue. It hit all the right angles. He could tell she didn't care. Her mouth was just as warm and wet as her cunt, and she was going to make him cum inside it. Well, that just meant he was going to have to do his best to satisfy her appetite. Her eyes remained fixated on him the whole time, still open, as if she dared him to blow his load in her hungry maw. He held on a little harder, but the tickle of her textured tongue working from tip to balls was simply devastating. It got him twitching up all over again, until he kicked his legs out and cried out towards the ceiling with a completely wordless lusty rat groan. A suck like that was beyond words anyway. There was no sense trying to tell her just how much he was enjoying himself when a cumshot could do all the talking for him. That was exactly what he gave her, thick and hot, right down her throat, once she properly milked it up from his fat nuts with her slippery mouth.

That she so swiftly started gulping down his cum right just meant he blew harder for her. The sound of her going ulp ulp ulp blew his mind. Such a greedy cat. She drank down everything while she squeezed her lips around the base of his pulsing cock, and she wouldn't let him move the entire time. He had to admit she was pretty strong for such a soft cat. Maybe he wasn't pinned exactly, but he had no intention of squirming free while she drained his pumping nuts until they were slightly sore. It wasn't until he was dry and she'd sent every single drop of rat spunk down to her belly that he showed a little resistance. Crazy thing was still sucking. He gently pushed at her head, then more insistently squirmed away when she wouldn't stop. A quivering gasp escaped him once he finally convinced her to pop off that rat dick. A lick of her lips to make sure she didn't miss anything, and she slowly nuzzled up alongside his chest. Those purrs were like a cozy blanket thrown over the both of them. It was almost enough to make them forget just how overheated the both of them were. Being all sweaty just meant those sexy scents were all the more pleasant while they rubbed up against each other, soaked in each other's juices.

It might have been the perfect place to call it a night, after the both of them were so nicely satisfied. Maybe they would have taken a break, if Mahiri's devious question didn't get the rat firm all over again.

"Feels pretty good to go in bare, doesn't it? Imagine how good it'd feel to have that unwrapped cock in my pussy ..."

His softening dick hadn't even flopped over before he started filling out just by listening to her. With a quirk of his head, he shot her a grin.

"Yeah? Kitty wants it raw? She doesn't mind? Maybe rats and cats aren't compatible ..."

"Of course they are," she insisted. "But you'll be a good rat, I know it. You'll pull out before you make me a mom."

It wasn't a question, but he treated it like one anyway. He gave her a long look as if in contemplation. Or it felt like a long time, anyway. In reality, he had to think about it for all of three seconds.

"Hell yeah. I'm a responsible rat. Spots wants it in her, you know I've gotta satisfy her ..."

She didn't say anything more. Instead, she rose up from beside him to plant her hands down on the bed, followed by her knees. Up went her tail while she shook her hips side to side. Of course a rat knew an offer for doggy-style when he saw it. He could feel some slight tension in his muscles, especially the ones he flexed up tight whenever he came, but he could worry about that later. A little soreness was more than worth it if it meant getting to fuck a gorgeous leopardess all night long. He couldn't help play the drums on her asscheeks a few times once he was up and kneeling behind her. Then it was time to grab and grip her tight, with fingers digging into the squishy softness around her hips and belly. A little chub on her, sure, but that just meant she was like a spotty pillow to press up against. Those purrs guided him home, snug between her thighs while he took her from behind once again. This time, he got to truly appreciate the tempting warmth of her flooded cavern, of that gloriously tight pussy that gripped hard on his every inch while he sank it snugly between her folds. With his bare cock pointed directly at her womb, he knew he had to be careful. But that was no excuse to hold back.

They were hardly making love anymore. He wasn't looking to seduce her, he wanted to fuck her. She bucked back into his hips with grinding insistence, snarling out her intensity, demanding he rut her like a beast. It wasn't about being smooth and pleasuring her in all the right ways. He just started hammering. Plap went those rat nuts, a shockwave jiggle shooting up through her curves with his every pounding thrust. Now and then he whacked that spotty ass with a loud slap of his palm just to try to keep her under control. It was no use. She just kept wriggling, writhing, jamming herself back against him to make sure his every single hump drove deep. He worked his hips like a piston, thumped that cunt from behind, grunted out so fiercely he almost gave her a few snarls of his own. As best a rat could manage, at least. That tall cat was a fierce one, but she was yowling his name in no time. Or something that sounded like it, at least. He was content to call that good enough while he forcefully slammed the horny leopardess into mewly oblivion.

Of course, all that clenching was going to be a problem. He knew that much before they even started. Though he really didn't expect her to grip him so hard he could barely fuck her. He had to really use some muscle to plunge all the way inside, and once he was there, he had to yank back out while she did her absolute best to keep him balls-deep in leopard pussy. He rutted her until her juices were running down the back of her thighs, reaching all the way to the back of her knees, streaking that spotty fur in a glistening mess. Her hair was tossed all about, her fur was ravaged by their rough session, but she was every bit as lovely as they started. Maybe even better, with his cum on her bouncing tits. Her rich scent tantalized him with the constant temptation of just letting go, of blowing inside her, no matter the consequences. But he promised. He was going to show her he still had control of himself, even while she did everything in her power to take it away.

Draining him over and over meant he could keep going until she was quivering up around him. He knew those trembles. She was going to cum if he kept up the ruthless pace. They fucked like animals, just slamming their bodies into one another with as much force as they could muster. It hurt a little. Maybe enough to bruise. That didn't stop either of them. If he slowed down for a second, she would have bowled him right over, so he made sure to be as relentless as she was demanding. Such a needy little princess. Or maybe a queen. He smacked her ass and held her tight while she jiggled all over. Just watching those assets wobble from the impact of his every thrust was entertaining enough. Even better was listening to her yowls grow sharper, shriller, powerful enough to test the integrity of the windows around them. Not to mention his eardrums.

"Ah ... ah ... fuck me, Shephard ... give me that hard rat dick ..." came her breathy cry before she was right back to feline noise.

Just as her yowling deepened into something more snarly, he yanked firmly back to free himself from that wet vise of a pussy. Three seconds of frantically stroking that rat cock, and he kept his promise. Just in time. Any longer inside her and he was going to fill her right up, but instead he unloaded all over her spots. One to another, painting her like a connect-the-dots, he hosed her down with rat cum from tail to shoulders, and everything in between. Her pretty pelt looked so much better with his jizz all over it. He jerked himself dry and a little tender, until he had just a few drops left clinging to his tip. With a rub of his dick on one of her asscheeks, he panted and slumped his shoulders, tongue flopped over his lower lip. Surely she had to be done, he told himself, even while he watched her pussy lips madly clenching up as if to squeeze on a cock that was no longer inside her. Rather than the orgasmic roar he expected, he just got a fierce glare over her shoulder.

"Oh no. Don't even think about it. Not done."

Maybe he was just thinking slow after busting for her so many times, or maybe she really was just that quick. He was on his back in what felt like a fraction of a second. She'd whirled around and pounced him like she was a feral cat leaping on a deer. Or antelope, or whatever. He went down with the cat atop him, pinned beneath her bulk. If she wasn't so soft, that might have hurt, but he just ended up squashed beneath her tits and flattened by her cushy weight. His cream streamed down her sides where it didn't just cling to her fur. She got grabby right away, and snatched hold of his thighs to lift them right up as if to go for a mating press of her own. That wasn't far off the mark. Cowgirl wasn't good enough for how feisty she felt. She lifted his legs straight up, bent him into a U, and sat her pussy down on his dick like a proper warrior. Or maybe a goddess, if he felt generous. Either way, she had him pinned beneath her weight, slurking his cock up inside her all in a single stroke. He couldn't do much. She got his feet right up over his head and started bouncing on him. He might have still had his cock inside her, but it was her turn to do the fucking this time. No amount of squirming would have let him pull out anymore. It was up to her whether or not he finished inside. By the way she thumped up and down on him, she wasn't exactly in a state to make rational decisions.

Okay, so it was a little intimidating, watching her snarl and drool at him while she fucked his dick up inside her. But that just made him harder. What a beast. She slurped him up inside her with a wet squelch of cock slipping into overflowing leopard pussy, over and over again. The sheer amount of juices she could put out was astounding. He felt his legs going a little numb from the position after a short while. She forgot he was a rat, not a cat, and couldn't bend infinitely like the stretchy felines out there. It didn't matter. The pleasure of pleasing such a demanding leopardess kept him frozen in a silent moan, eyes open wide. Her tits bounced wildly enough to bap up beneath her chin, but she didn't let that stop her either. It was all about driving him into her over and over again. Maybe it was just his eyes watering, but she appeared to become a blur while she rode him senseless. Her fearsome expression slowly broke into something more satisfied the longer she went, her eyes rolling just a touch, her jaw going slack while a smile spread across her dark lips. He could feel himself swelling up for her. Somehow, he found one last reserve of spunk inside himself, even after all she'd taken from him. But it was getting dangerous. Pleasure tingled up and down his spine, making his tail twitch, his balls flex, his cum vein bulge out and rub along her tender insides. Not much longer and he was going to shoot his load right inside her bare pussy, and he didn't know if she even cared.

He wanted to say something, or at least to moan out loud to give her a warning of sorts, but the best he could do was a little squeak. It was the most rattish of noises yet, a little embarrassing really, but he couldn't do any better in that moment. He felt her clench on him, felt her heated depths grow sweltering, felt her juices pouring down his dick to trickle along the surface of his balls while they slapped up against her with her every athletic downstroke. It was too much, too good, and he wriggled his way to an orgasm she absolutely forced out of him while she used his cock to fuck herself. His whole body gave in to her whims at once. A lift and tight flex of his balls prepared him for the blast. The throbbing ran up from his taint, from his prostate, and radiated outwards until he could feel that cum-tube swelling up with the sheer volume of spunk shooting up towards the tip of his cock. He flattened his ears, closed his eyes, and showed his buck teeth in an expression of catastrophic pleasure.

Feeling those early signs of the rat cumming was enough to ensure her climax went right with his. She snarly and rumbly alike while she clamped up nearly airtight around his shaft and squirted hard all over his belly and balls. She sank down as deep as she could go, until she almost stuffed the rat's madly pumping nuts inside her. She pumped right back while she squirted for him, flexing from clit to cunt and even to that tight ring beneath her tail. Every muscle from the hips down went to work milking the jizz out of that shaken rat. A toss of her head flung her hair towards the ceiling, and over her face to partly conceal her growly expression. And her drooling. That high-pressure gush was simply too good. He wiggled his numb toes near his own ears while his body just said fuck it and let loose. No matter the danger, the consequences, the punishment. He came inside her, full force, right in her naked cunt. No condom, no problem. If the first shot of rat jizz in her blazing womb didn't get her pregnant, then maybe the second would, or the third, the fourth. She stayed right on top of him and didn't make a single effort to avoid draining his nuts right into her pussy, down to the very, very last drop. By the time she was done clenching him dry, he had absolutely nothing left to give. For one night, at least.

That position wasn't exactly the best for riding out an afterglow, so she finally climbed off of him and schlicked off his dick. Rat cum dribbled down from her well-fucked sex while she rubbed it against his hip and cuddled up with the slightly broken rat. Her purrs were as warm as ever, but much less intense. They told him she was at last content. He'd been a good rat. Her scratchy tongue sliding along his cheek woke him from his stupor enough to open his eyes and see her looming there. One little nose-nuzzle and then a smooch was good enough to seal the deal. They were just going to have to stay like that for a while, maybe for a nap, maybe for the whole night, and they were definitely going to feel it when they woke. What was a little strain when it meant letting out all their pent-up desires on one another? A list that included breeding, apparently.

"Hfff ... crazy cat ..." he joked.

"I get a little wild when I'm horny. Not many can keep up, really." She licked him again. "But I knew you could last. In your own way."

"Heh ... just don't get any more ideas. Dick hurts ... just a little."

"Mmhmm. Got nice and rough with me for a while there. I liked it."

"You're telling me about rough ..."

She glanced down, then just took on a devious grin. "You came inside me, you know."

"Uh huh."

"How's it feel to get a leopardess pregnant?"

"Heh heh ... well it felt pretty good. Can't really think much beyond that right now."

"We probably shouldn't even try. Time to rest."

With her head planted on his chest, and his arm around her shoulders, they snuggled up and simmered in the scent of each other's sex. A musky, sweaty romp left the sheets scattered and sometimes torn, and the whole room marked with the musk of their mating. Maybe tomorrow they could start with a little cleanup. Though that was probably pointless. They still had the whole weekend to themselves. They weren't going to get any less horny for each other after their first session proved so fruitful. There were still so many positions, so many things to try with one another, until they'd experienced every pleasure they possibly could together, rat and cat, lusty, needy, and without a care in the world. The rain was heavier by then. It made for the perfect lullaby to go with Mahiri's increasingly sleepy purrs. Though maybe it was less a matter of sleep and more like passing out in each other's arms after that wild night. It wouldn't be their last.