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"Hmmm, last night was reeeeeeeally good, Keith."

"I. . . oh. . . Flora, you're. . . alone? I thought you would have gone back to your tent. Is everything okay?"

The tigress had perched herself on a low-hanging branch of an oak tree, just a short walk from their campsite. She was in a state of total undress, a habit she had formed whenever they were outside human towns and settlements. Previously, this had been cause for Keith to sneak a glance or two at her lithe, feminine form. Recent events, though, had seen her showing off to him whenever the eyes of others were occupied elsewhere. Taking just that little longer to bend over in front of him, tail raised, for example, or perhaps a little extra sway in her hips as she walked.

For now, though, Keith Keiser would simply have to admire the sight of her perfectly sized rump, her orange fur streaked with stripes of black.

"Of course!" she continued, smiling broadly over her shoulder. "You were on my mind, hmmmm, and I couldn't sleep."

Flora hadn't been the only one. Ever since they had departed the forest estate, Keith and the flirtatious young keidran had found themselves embroiled in a lust-filled cavalcade of sin and debauchery. Blatant and inexcusable, but oh so irresistible. It had been a week, a mere seven days, yet each and every night they'd found time to elope from the group to engage in some manner of illicit, obscene act of infidelity.

Last night had been no exception. Their intimacy had extended to the morning, with Keith awakening to the warm, sensual feeling of Flora's muzzle about his cock. He'd had to clamp his paw to his mouth to prevent his screams of ecstasy alerting their traveling companions to the acts in which they had so eagerly engaged. A sultry wink from Flora, though without a word having been said, had left him laying on his back, spent from the brief few minutes of mind-numbing pleasure.

It had taken an hour to recover.

And so, with the need to clear his mind yet again, swimming as it was with thoughts of the female keidran writhing beneath him as he pounded her over and over, he had taken a walk. He had questions, questions which seemed almost silly given the exceptionally casual nature about which Flora was engaging in this affair.

One of which rose above all others.

"Why?"

Keith took a few steps closer to Flora as he pitched the query at her.

"Why?" she repeated his question, tapping her finger to her chin. "Well, it's not like I plan on marrying you or anything, and. . . you're not exactly the guy I'd want to raise kittens with. No offense."

Keith tilted his head, "that would be Trace, right?"

"Yeah!"

The male basitin took another step closer. He could smell her now. Intoxicating.

"Then. . . why me. . . why this?" he pressed.

"Oh Keithy," replied Flora, her tail flicking out to brush just under Keith's nose, "you're thinking a little too much about this! It's pretty simple, really!"

She shuffled her rump a little on the branch.

"You've. . ."

In a single, fluid motion, the female keidran threw her arms above her head and slipped backwards, keeping her knees locked over the branch as she swung down, completely inverting herself, hanging upside down.

". . . got a really nice cock."

That made him blush.

"It fills me sooooooo nicely."

The blush intensified. He could feel it in his eartips.

"It makes me wet. . ."

One of her paws slid up her belly, fingers pushing through her creamy while fur and coming to a rest between her thighs.

". . . makes me scream. . ."

Flora rubbed at herself, fingers playing through her labia. The display was shameless; Keith could see everything. Everything.

". . . you're strong. Stronger than Trace. He's so gentle and loving, but sometimes I want something. . . rough."

A single finger pressed into her cunt, sinking slowly past what little resistance her love tunnel offered, all the way in, inch by inch, until her paw came to rest directly over her clit.

"Hmmm, Keith, mrow! Nobody has made me cum as hard as you do. . ."

The tigress' fingers, instantly slick with her love nectar, were now pumping back and forth, sliding in and out of her pussy. Her muzzle fell open, eyes fluttering closed, and the tiniest of gasps escaped her lips.

"Yes. . ."

Keith could only stare. He'd already seen her. Seen her naked, spread for him. Eaten her. Tasted her. Fucked her senseless.

But not like this. Not the show she was now putting on for him, inverted with her pussy scarcely three feet in front of his face. Transfixed, he could only watch as she openly masturbated in front of him. Not another soul in sight. Not Trace, for whom she should be doing this. Not any of her previous flings or escapades. Just him, a certain enraptured basitin male.

"Keith," she moaned, her paw speeding up, "either. . . mrow. . . mmm. . . either you give me the real thing, or I just. . . hnnng. . . hang here and play with myself. Unless. . . unless you'd like to watch?

Of course he wanted to watch. The basitin was already rock hard. Harder, if that was even possible. She was delicious. Perfectly pert, yet curvaceous where it mattered, and beyond eager to give her body to him. The sound, slick and wet, and the sight and smell; watching wouldn't be enough.

Not nearly enough.

"Hmmm, come here, Keithy. . ."

Keith Keiser was on autopilot, his ability to reason his way out of the urge to ravish the nubile young keidran girl in front of him completely destroyed by the overwhelming urges of a libido so long suppressed by the society into which he was born. Truth was, he was still very much a virile male, with the same biological urges as any other; basitin, human or keidran.

And when such a sight was presented to him, nature took over.

"F. . . Flora!"

He took the final few steps towards the low-hanging branch, the tigress dangling underneath, arms outstretched to receive him. Soft, slender paws immediately found the buckle of his belt, fingers frantically moving across the clasp and removing it, his trousers then slipping over his thighs and down his legs, underwear and all. Painfully confined no more, his shaft was kissed by the cool morning air, hanging directly at the level of Flora's eagerly awaiting muzzle.

The keidran wasted no time, pausing only to utter a few, lusty words.

"Hmmm, very niiiiiiice," her voice flowed like honey.

The idea that he would receive a blowjob in this position, with his partner suspended by her legs as an acrobat might be, had never entered his mind. What was, however, immediately thrust to the centre of his conscious thought, overwhelming everything else, was the slick, wet, and warm sensation of his cock sliding past Flora's lips, over her tongue and into her muzzle.

"Oh. . . FUCK!"

His sudden cry of sheer, taboo euphoria served to elicit a growl and a purr from the tigress. Her tongue worked over his shaft, cheeks sucking inward as she took his length in all the way to the base, suckling on him with a ravenous hunger. The purr, deep and throaty, reverberated about his member, the vibrations sending electric shivers from his base to his tip. Every twitch of his engorged organ, every swipe of Flora's slick tongue across the sensitive flesh, every growl and suck, had him building closer and closer towards an all-too-soon climax.

That, and the fact that Flora's paw had left her honeypot, leaving it mere inches from his face. Warm and wet, her slit was completely drenched with her nectar, the scent overpowering the self-control that had already left the male basitin. Lips slightly parted, the most perfectly pale pink flesh was visible for him to admire. Right there. Nobody would stop him. He could feast on her until he'd had his fill, and then some.

His paws trembled.

What little hesitation he felt, if any at all, shattered in a split second. His paws wrapped around Flora's midriff, crushing her body to hers in a standing 69 position. The motion shoved his cock even further into her muzzle, an intrusion which she accepted with a craven hunger for his seed. Her tongue sped up, ministrations to which she now added the rhythmic bobbing of her head, all the while keeping her lips sealed about his shaft. Keith returned the favour twice over, his paws running up her back, feeling the luxurious orange fur, streaked with black, running up and over her rump and grasping two firm pawfuls of her glorious ass.

His own muzzle descended.

Not fast enough.

Flora kicked her legs up and off the branch, trapping Keith's head between her creamy white thighs and locking her shins behind his neck. With what could almost be described as a giggle, the tigress crashed his muzzle and tongue into her searing, slick cunt.

Keith Keiser nearly suffocated. Nearly, that is, were it not for the fact that every last fibre of his being set itself to the task of eating keidran pussy with wanton, shameless greed. His tongue buried inside between her slick folds, licking from the already gushing entrance of her vagina, all the way to her clit. Over and over, each time pushing deeper. Her legs spasmed about his head, crushing in on his temples, urging him on, urging him to ravish her with a pleasure that neither the tongue, fingers, nor any other body part of her human fiance could bring her.

It was Keith's turn to growl.

He pulled her tighter, drove his muzzle deeper into her sex, licked and lavished her cunt harder and faster.

The basitin growled again, this time deeper, sending the vibrations down through Flora's nethers. That, along with every flick and lash of his tongue over her clit, had her entire body on fire. She squirmed in his grasp, writhed, humping her pussy against his face, madly fucking herself into blissful oblivion. Her leg started kicking, just a few small motions at first, though growing ever more aggressive as her sex started to quiver in his mouth. Her own muzzle, still frantically working over his cock, let out a loan, throaty moan.

"HMMMMMM!"

Love juices dribbled down his chin, staining both his own chest fur, and the white bellyfur to which it was so closely pressed.

Close. In more ways than one.

Flora all but screamed about his engorged member as her climax hit. She thrashed about in his grasp, claws pawing at his back and rump, slashing through his fur, as she continued to devour his length without pause, even as her own orgasm wracked every inch of her body. Her legs kicked up, strained and shuddering, tail whipping back and forth, curling around Keith's head. The male basitin, for his part, wrapped his arms entirely about her waist and drank in every drop of her nectar as it spurted forth, gushing from her hypersensitive pussy.

It wasn't enough. Even on the cusp of his own crashing, all-consuming release, it simply wasn't enough. He needed more.

In the throes of pleasure, Keith dropped to his knees, summoning up every last bit of willpower he possessed to deposit Flora on the ground in front of him, legs spread, cunt on display and begging for more. His cock pulled itself from her muzzle, still as hard as he could ever remember, and now touched by nothing more than air.

It was a state of affairs that neither could abide by for more than a few seconds.

The tigress'' fierce eyes burned up at him, full of savage, feral lust. Her paws reached out, straining upwards, begging her lover to take her. To do whatever he wanted with her.

"Fuck me, Keith. Now. Please!"

Keith Keiser, had the King herself commanded him to resist, would have failed to do so.

"All day? Can we. . . just fuck all day long?"

"Yes! God yes!"

"The others? They'll smell us."

"Maybe. Trace won't. We'll make an excuse. I need your cock in me, now!"

"God you're beautiful."

"Mrow!"