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"Goodness...when was the last time you begged for it like this?"

Dan wasn't a cruel lover by any stretch of the imagination: he was rather kindly in general, and in the bedroom, he loved to know that his partners were taken care of and tended to...but on the surface, it didn't look like he was being anything but a brutal taskmaster to Krista.

Bound up as tightly as she was, she could scarcely budge without his consent, and that was the crux of her current begging.

Arousal was already coursing through her body, and a subtle, drifting touch from Dan's fingertip was enough to send a visible tremor of the same through her kneeling form, but she wasn't going to be given any relief that easily. "Feels like I could probably get you off if I just touched the right spot one time," he suggested, but he wasn't willing to give her that heavenly release just yet.

When her previous antics failed to sway him, she knew that he was going to stay dedicated to the role of her master for the evening; though she had to remain silent about the same, she couldn't have been happier than that fact, and even greater moisture gathered at her bare, slick petals as she tried to imagine what she might have to do before Dan would give her a break.

Whatever he asked, she was prepared to do...and she knew the tomcat was capable of more than he was letting on, even after he'd tied her arms behind her back and strapped the slack of those ropes into the binder between her ankles.

Kneeling in the middle of the floor on a small tarp, the pair were prepared for anything...but thus far, Krista was starting to think that the presence of that groundcover was just meant to play games with her head.

"Pretty sure you don't have a single d-damn intention of getting me off," Krista finally argued, knowing that barking back at the feline was only going to prolong her temporary chastity. "You just wanna walk circles around me and stare at me while you make me wait..."

She'd been stripped down completely, though Dan thought the ropes upon her wrists and the steel bar that spread her ankles were a perfectly fitting outfit in their own right.

Certainly, Krista looked wonderful when she dressed down, and in the middle of the sheer, black tarp, the warm, comforting brown of her fur was that much more vibrant than usual...

...But there were other colors that needed to be added to the mix before Dan was willing to take care of her ongoing condition.

"And would it be so bad if I did just that?" he asked, moving around her right shoulder and dragging the tips of his claws through her fur, knowing that every sensation would bring fresh goosebumps to her flesh. "Would it really be so bad if I just leaned in close...let my breath tickle your ear...and told you that you weren't going to get off today, no matter how terrible your heat is?"

There were plenty of ways to simulate being bred for Krista: she needed to experience at least one of them if she was going to get any sleep that night, and the past few before that, her estrus was making it impossible to find a solid evening of rest.

Dan already knew she was at the end of her rope, but that only added to the excitement of tying her in place and testing the limits of her patience...whether it came out as a desperate plea or frustrated protest, he simply loved hearing the sounds of heated groans.

There were plenty more to be had before the evening drew to a close; they were just getting started, and having a heated beagle on his hands was the kind of opportunity that Dan wasn't going to waste.

"I swear, if...if y-you don't hurry up and f-fuck me..."

She trailed off, knowing that there was no use in making a threat: tied in place like she was, she would only be able to roll onto her front and wiggle her backside in a visual display of her need.

That only changed how easily she'd be able to see Dan when he finally decided to have mercy on her, but no sooner than the thought crossed her mind did she see the tomcat unzipping the front of his jeans and exposing his member to the side of her muzzle.

She was dying to taste it, but she'd accepted her place on the floor: it wasn't her choice to open wide and take it until he gave the word, and the intense, delicious scent that came away with the subtle spread of his legs was enough to force a thin veneer of drool to gather at her jowls.

"I just want you to know that I'm taking all of your demands into consideration," Dan explained, looking down at the heated beagle with a smile that was just barely too sharp to be kindly. "But I've got my own to take care of, and until they're all met, I'm afraid I just won't have the mental clarity to give you what you need to feel better!"

"Oh, for the love of...w-what kind of mental clarity does it take to bend me over and fuck me until I'm unconscious?!"

As much as her words were enticing, her lashing nature wasn't enough to put Dan off. If anything, she was spurring him to greater depravity as he watched her tail flicker about with lewd annoyance, but even the spread of her heated aroma wasn't enough to break him down.

He was going to go about the process at his pace, and the first of his needs was already leaking out, little by little, over the bridge of her nose.

"I told you that I had my own needs to tend to," Dan reminded her. She could feel one of them as the golden blessing trickled down the side of her cheek and spilled toward her neck; the presence of the tarp wasn't a trick in the least, but he needed to build up to that moment, so it'd prove a greater surprise when he finally sprung a leak. "Pretty sure you don't want me doing this inside you, do you?"

The spilling, salty mess was enough that if Krista opened her mouth any wider, she'd be getting a taste of it, but she knew she had to answer her master if she was going to receive the kind of treatment that a good girl deserved.

Her lips quivered as they parted again, slowly enough, and drops of golden juice spilled over her tongue as she spoke. "What if...w-what if I did?"

Her question was enough that it became nigh impossible to keep the stream going: just seeing her in such a depraved state was giving Dan a full, throbbing erection, but he wanted to make sure he'd spilled every drop of his first load before he worked his way into giving her the one that might soothe her estrus.

Seeing how eager she was to have a deeper taste of the flowing piss, he reached down and took her soft, velvety ear with force, tugging on the side of her face and encouraging her to shift just so that the last of his slow, dribbling offering would move to the roof of her mouth.

She was quietly ashamed to move so willingly with his touch, but between her legs, such an obvious arousal had gathered that a different puddle was forming on the tarp, revealing a warm, clear pool of natural desire.

Such a sight would have called to anyone lucky enough to see it, but where Krista was throwing all restraint to the wind, Dan was holding onto the last of his own with an ironclad grip.

"Drinking it straight from the tap...you really are thirsty," he murmured. "But this isn't quite enough for you, is it?"

With his member growing stiff on her tongue and filling her mouth a little further by the moment, Krista tried to shake her head, but she only had so much room to work if she wanted to keep the tasty morsel in a growing bath of her own spittle.

She could only think of one other place that she wanted to feel it more, but some part of her already knew that she wasn't going to experience the delicious fullness of his cock within her womanhood just yet...Dan was having too much fun; she knew it by the narrowed gaze that captured her softer stare, holding it and demanding that she continue to cooperate without ever saying a word.

"What a terrible thing it must be; that heat cycle...to be so completely dominated by the natural needs of your own body that you become a slave to them," he spoke, rolling his hips just the slightest while he did, letting his manhood grow firmer by the moment. The thrill of experiencing such an act was turning both of them on, but where Dan had some catching up to do, Krista was dizzied by the concept of feeling anymore aroused that she already did. "If only some kindhearted gentleman would come along and plug that little leak you've got going, d-down there..."

Krista didn't know what her best move was, given the limited number of options she had to work with.

Begging hadn't gotten her anything so far, save for a mouth full of Dan's other load, and protesting didn't seem a better route for her to take.

She was overflowing with an alchemic blend of frustration and delight at his antics, but she swallowed her pride and accepted that if she was going to get off that day, her fate was in his capable paws...and she had to trust that he'd give her what she needed, when the time came.

Seeing the devious look in his eyes, she knew what a risk she was taking by trusting him; she didn't know if she could, when the fantasies playing out in his mind were so thorough, she felt as though she could see them, visualized before her.

"There's a proper gentleman standing right in front of me," she claimed, but there was a gruff, thick fury to her voice, coating her every word and stinging at Dan as he shook the last drops of his mess from the tip of his member. "Or, at least...I thought there was. Turns out there's just a little pussycat that doesn't feel like knocking me up, after all!"

Just as much as she would have been taking a risk to trust him, she knew that this move carried risks of its own: as quickly as Dan's eyes narrowed on her, she wondered if she'd taken her words a little too far.

"They say good things come to those who wait; that patience is a virtue," Dan reminded her. "I wonder what comes to those who just can't wait?"

Pretending that she hadn't been addled with need for the past few days would have been cruel enough, but Dan wasn't going to stop there. In his heart of hearts, he knew that Krista could handle so much more than he was dishing out, but he wanted to work her into the greater depravity of what came next, rather than opening up with it.

Anything worth doing was worth doing right, and judging by the tight, pinched bite of her own lip as he flicked one of her nipples, he'd done a wonderful job of bringing her to new heights of pleasure, just by making her wait a little longer.

"Nothing f-fucking comes to us," she grumbled. "Not unless you k-keep doing..._oohnnnoo..._t-that..."

Huffing in a full, heavy breath and trying to contain her gasps, Krista was happy to use what little control she had to make Dan work for her blissful cries, but she knew she was fighting a losing battle: he was going to make her scream before all was said and done, and just resting his paws on her breasts put a few choices words into her mind.

The skillful, delicate pinch and the slow, easy swirl of those digits upon her tender bits was enough to force her to exhale, but she was still doing everything she could to keep those heavenly groans stifled.

"This would never be enough to get you off, Krista," Dan suggested. "Trust me, I know better than that...but if it's enough to make you admit what a naughty, needy little bitch you are, I'm more than happy to keep at it until the milk starts flowing."

Her eyes shrunk to tiny dots in a sea of panic at the _tease_of what her body would do when she was finally pregnant; she couldn't begin to imagine what the reality of it would be, but she wanted to feel the warmth of fresh, natural milk spilling from her breasts...

...And though she couldn't just yet, the theater of her mind was filling in the gaps as Dan knelt down with her and sealed his lips around one perked, sensitive nipple, giving her no further warning before a tight suckle came upon the flesh.

"I'd f-fill you up...e-every single day," Krista confessed, her voice already strained to start. By the end of the first suckle, when Dan moved to swirling his tongue around the center and making sure that he left plenty of warm, slick juice upon her flesh, she was _completely_breathless in every word she had left to offer. "I'd make you d-drink yourself sick..."

Dan knew better than to speak with his mouth full, but he just couldn't help chuckling around the same as he paused. "Maybe if you ever had me in this position, you could force me to."

"The second you let me out of this-

"I know," he interjected. "I'm going to pay dearly for my transgressions tonight, but...you've almost earned yourself a little relief from your heat, Krista. I just wanted to make sure I had a full, refreshing drink first."

Pushing a paw flat against the soaked breast and tweaking the nipple in his palm, Dan moved across the gap with a surprisingly affectionate nuzzle into her cleavage, but Krista wasn't falling for any cute and playful antics from the tomcat, anymore.

She knew he was there to make her feel the greatest of sexual frustrations that she'd ever known, and the longer he was teasing her, the more she wondered if he had any plan to offer her relief at the end...or if he might actually get up and leave her there, trapped on her knees and crushed under the burden of her burgeoning heat.

If she had a leg to stand on, she would have made a vague threat, but she knew better than to dig her own grave any further than she already had.

"D...drink up, then," she whispered, worried that she might not be able to control her voice again once she lost herself to the patient cries of passion inside. "Drink as m-much as you need...so you don't have any excuses when I outlast you."

Striking a middle ground between begging for mercy and taunting for fun, Krista met Dan with a challenging statement; her immediate punishment was a painfully tight suckle and the briefest pinch of fangs against the already over-sensitive nub, but she was treated to the erotic display of a tomcat leaning back and taking strands of saliva with him, keeping him connected to her tit in an almost ethereal way.

Her arms quivered with their desire to grab the back of his head and force him right back onto the spot, but he was already standing up and moving around her, shimmying out of his slacks on the way to the back of her body.

"Bold words from a girl that's probably going to get off once or twice before I even have a chance to stick it in," he countered, finding a good rapport with her challenging nature. "But if you really think you're gonna outlast me, that only tells me one thing."

"That you're being overconfident?" she asked, looking over her shoulder with a brow that spoke to her own heated arrogance.

She was almost able to steal a kiss from him as he knelt behind her, but his lips moved past the edge of her muzzle, pushing into her cheek and then, he blazed his own trail down the side of her neck, until he reached a perfectly tender plot of flesh, right between her neck and her shoulder.

"No...no; it's not that," he murmured, his voice crawling through her skin and tickling the base of her sensitive ear. "It tells me that I still haven't warmed you up enough, have I?"

"Oh, j-just fu-

SMACK! His paw came down without warning, lacing hard against the full, curvy spread of her backside.

"I knew you were you just putting up a front," he carried on with a brief nibble at her shoulder, but what started as playful, delicate nips quickly turned into a ferocious bite, giving her body the difficult task of choosing which passionate, blissful pain she should focus on.

As his paw came down on the right cheek, slapping the flesh hard and groping it when his digits came to a rest, her mind was torn asunder by the choice it faced; the depth of his fangs stole from the overall intensity of each spank that followed, but it wasn't enough for her to pick one or the other.

Like the current and the undertow working together, she felt like all the tricks of the ocean were trying to drown her at once...and helplessly, even gleefully, she allowed herself to drown while the other cheek was tended to.

She couldn't recall Dan ever smacking her ass with such force and technique, but the sting was immediate, and the burn that followed was lingering, leaving her to tremble in place long after his palm left her flesh.

What came away with his digits was the greater surprise and delight for the tomcat, who pinched his fingertips together and pulled them apart, watching the glistening excess of her arousal spread between his digits.

"So turned on that I can't even spank you without getting your juices all over me...how much further do I have to go with this before your mind goes completely blank and you don't even know what you're begging for, anymore?"

Even that question was a turn-on for Krista; she was starting to accept that Dan could do no wrong, but finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was on the precipice of doing the ultimate right.

"What w-was...what was the question, again?"

The same golden offering that Dan had given to her was starting to trickle from her own petals: only then did the tomcat realize how long the poor beagle had been kneeling there and waiting, but seeing the growing puddle between her thighs wasn't putting him off.

If anything, it was like her body had a cheap, final trick to entice him, and seeing one offering pass through the glistening trail of her natural arousal was more than he could resist.

Without pulling his fangs from her shoulder, Dan shimmied his knees on the tarp and moved in closer, letting Krista feel the full, throbbing flesh of his cock against the curve of her rump.

Though they hadn't prepared for that properly, she wondered just what he was thinking when she felt the tip of his length poke against the pucker of her tailhole, but his body was just shifting into place, avoiding the spreader bar between her ankles and lining up just right, so that the tip of his length would glide down into the path of her spilling juices and collect them, before pushing them right back into the source.

Krista was used to mitigating her heat cycles on her own when needed, but there was no condom in the way this time, and in her memory, she couldn't recall a time when there was so much genuine pleasure on the first thrust of a lover's cock as it entered her.

The skillful combination of Dan's tip pushing through her folds and taking the first few inches of her passage as paws lifted up from behind and cupped her breasts was enough that she knew she was already cumming, but as they both knew, it wasn't an orgasm that would put her heat to an end.

She needed his , and she'd climax on his length as many times as it took to milk that seed right out of him.

"Remind me to get you a drink when we're all...d-done here," Dan stammered, finally tripping over his words with the kind of pleasure that Krista had been dealing with all along. "You're leaking so much, y-you...you've gotta be fuckin' dehydrated."

It stunned Dan that Krista had the wherewithal left to giggle at that, especially when he could feel her inner muscles fluttering and gripping at his length without rhyme or reason: he knew she was already getting off, but with every pass of his member into the tight, uneven grips of her womanhood, she was bringing him closer and closer to the same.

The mess that gathered between their legs gave the tarp one hell of a workout, but as long as he was at it, Dan was determined to the same for Krista. His grip upon her breasts was tight , keeping them bouncing along with each drive of his hips into her backside, and each full, deep pass of his cock into her needy bodice.

"I'll...m-make more," she panted through her first climax, imitating the claim that so many men had made before her.

Whether they were being boastful or not, Krista was able to _immediately_prove herself right: Dan wasn't sure if she was having a small, brief squirt of feminine ejaculate, or if she was just that wet, but either way, he was the benefactor, feeling such a volume of her heated juices that it reached the smooth, tender flesh of his sack, before dripping down to the rest of the puddle.

The feline was more than ready to add his own juices to the bunch, hard as he was trying to scrape every second of action from their romp that he could. Building up to his climax, he tried to keep his tummy tight and clench whatever muscle he could to deny himself that pleasure, but the closer he came, the less he was able to keep that skillful level of control about the act.

Krista might have been the one in heat, but the exhausted beagle was allowing herself to be taken.

By the last minute of the deep, brutal fuck, it was Dan who'd taken on the majority of that desperate energy, wanting to make the last seconds of their first round count for all the marbles.

"Not even g-gonna ask me to pull out?" he whispered at the base of her ear, just as he nipped the tender, velvety flesh. "Just gonna let me cum inside...and knock you up?"

Despite all of the juices that were already flowing, Krista _immediately_knew the warmth and delight of Dan's cum, splashing up through her passage and flooding her womb with the only thing that would grant her even a modicum of relief.

"Even if I b-begged you not to, we both know..." she paused, trying to suck in a gasp at the blissful, overwhelming load. "That you would have d-done it anyway, Dan...so just f-fucking cum in me... please fill me!"

She was already nearing the brink with just a trio of pulses from his impressive length, and seeing the drops of thicker, creamier mess as they spilled back out of her, Dan couldn't help feeling a swelling of pride, just as Krista felt a swelling in the base of her tummy.

There was so much more than she expected, and as the feline trembled against her back, he just kept going, thrusting all the way through his release and forcing her to take every inch of his cock until he was satisfied, regardless of her heat.

That was just what she needed...but even as the warmth of her natural lust ebbed, she knew it would only be for a moment.

Pushing her rump back into his hips and trying to meet his pace, she silently asked him to keep going, and much to her delight, the tomcat wasn't done with her just yet.