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The weather outside was indeed frightful. Maybe even haunted. It certainly whistled and wailed like a gathering of ghosts, half-frozen shreds of ice beating against the window. A slushy, sludgy rain-snow meant keeping off the roads to be safe, and walking was simply out of the question. It looked like Mahiri was stuck. That was perfectly okay with her when she had someone warm to purr against as the fire crackled away.

The leopardess was content to lean against the hyena for a while longer, just sipping her drink, but eventually the two of them were going to have to figure out a way to pass the time. Pressing close like that had a way of getting her rumbling all the deeper. When she was purring like that, Yatchi simply had to touch. They were more than good enough friends that some casual stroking and admiring was plenty welcome. Though it did remind Mahiri of something.

"Hey. We never did resolve that little debate," she said, sitting up to give the hyena a gaze.

"Which one was that?" He really couldn't remember.

She feigned offence, gasping with shock. "Why! Forgotten already? I think that means you forfeit your right to be the better wearer of spots. Even if they're pretty."

"Hmm. Well. You are very good at it. Mine aren't all that different from yours, though!"

She pondered such a proposition. "Mm, maybe, maybe. Let's have a look."

Reaching out allowed her to run a finger up and down his arm, stroking at the pretty decorations all over that handsome chocolate chip cookie. He was right about one thing. Unlike the polka dots of other hyenas, his were a little more elaborate, a little more her own rosettes. Whatever their genetic cause, she was happy to simply outline them with her extended digit, tracing patterns on his fur and skin with her slow, tender touches.

"I like them. This does make things more complicated. Isn't there any way to settle this?"

Mahiri pushed close again, still drawing on him with the very tip of her claw. She was of course very careful not to scratch. More than what felt good, anyway.

"I'm sure we'll think of something," Yatchi managed, amid a sudden shudder of a giggle.

That hyena sound always made Mahiri grin. She beamed at him, poking and prodding at his spots to see if she could get that reaction again. Her tail danced all over the couch, tapping the cushions. She purred more deeply.

"Oh, what's the matter? Am I working up the hyena? I know a flustered sound when I hear one."

He wasn't going to deny it. Instead, he was just going to make the most of Mahiri's flirtatiousness. It was a prime opportunity to lean in and apply some nuzzles to her cheek, tickling himself with her whiskers in the process. She was all over him in return, cuddling right up, letting her bust squish against the side. There really was no getting close without compressing those ample kitty tits. While he rubbed his face against hers, she stole a lick, and then even a little kiss. He was happy to return that favour.

Neither of them had planned the evening to go that way. It was an option, of course, but they were playing it by ear. Mahiri knew just how to play with the hyena's ears, too. After a brief peck of their lips to one another's, she moved up to lay her teeth upon one of Yatchi's satellite dish ears. All it took was a gentle nibble to really get him squirming, even whooping. If there was anyone else in the house, they would have known exactly what was happening between the pair cuddling on the couch.

"Hey! That's not fair at all. You know what that does to me," Yatchi fussed, rubbing at his sensitive ear.

"Yes."

She looked right at him. Her expression was pure mischief. Rather hyena-like for a cat, at that. Even more troublesome was her climbing right on top of him, snuggling into his lap so he couldn't hide anything from her. Not that he needed to. Feeling him bulging in his pants beneath the blanket was precisely the sort of thing that made her smirk her satisfaction. It wasn't long before she started to grind on him, rubbing on the outline of his growing arousal - and sharing the touch of her own rubbing against his belly.

"You're such a horny cat."

"I'll say again: yes."

"I love it." He giggled again, this time an actual laugh, as he reached up to stroke along her sides.

The two of them were starting to feel more and more overdressed despite the cold outside. It wasn't because of the fire. That was slowly dying down the longer they neglected it in favour of each other. Yatchi slipped his hands under her shirt so he could get a better feel for her spotted back. He eventually found his way to the strap of her bra. Such a big, busty leopardess required some heavy duty support, but even as he began to untie it, they remained as perky as ever. She set to stripping off her top while he worked, racing him to complete before she did.

Such bouncy, floaty feline tits simply demanded a good burying of his face. She very much encouraged that with her hand on the back of his head, pushing him into the fluff of her cleavage. He listened to her heart beating all the stronger for his presence there while he nuzzled at her bust. A sniff and a huff to further immerse himself in fine, sweet leopardess only made him bulge all the stronger. She wasn't giving him any room to squirm, much less to take off his clothes. He was just going to have to endure the terrible fate of staying there and hump her nice cushy butt while she thrust her own growing bulge against him right back.

He soon got his tongue involved, adding some sloppy layers of saliva onto the fur of her fine breasts. Licking each of them in turn, he cleaned them up while making an utter mess of her carefully smoothed fur, until they were glistening all over with the remnants of his attention. The nicely perked nips in the middle of the attractive pink skin needed even more love. He nuzzled them, he kissed them, one at a time, back and forth, until he finally just wrapped his lips around the left one. That let him feel her heartbeat rising all the more while he suckled away, kneading and squeezing like he wanted to drain her of milk.

When that didn't work, he went ahead and gave it a careful nibble. Even the smallest application of his teeth was enough to make her jump and mewl - much less of an impressive noise than her constant rumbles and occasional lustful growl. She wriggled back on him, grinding her rump on the outlined shape of his cock the whole time, and flashed him a faintly shocked expression. He just grinned with all his teeth right at her.

"Fair's fair."

"You're not wrong. And yet, I'm still going to make you pay for that." Her eyes flashed with trouble - maybe a bit of dominance too.

Yatchi couldn't say he didn't like it when she gave him that look. He quirked his head, squeezing her ass in both hands while he waited, kneading her like dough. "So what's next?"

"I'll tell you when you get there. Just keep going down."

She flopped back on the couch with her arms spread out in suitably elaborate feline fashion. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist. By the way she was squeezing, he wasn't going anywhere. He made the most of it by laying himself over her, pointed muzzle warmly framed by her bust before he started kissing his way down along the curve of her soft belly. Eventually he had to contend with a belt and a pair of pants that hugged around every shapely asset of the leopard's lower half. That took a bit more effort, but he had plenty of tum to smooch in the meantime.

As tempting as it was to leap upon the treat he helped her uncover, he was just going to have to leave her black spire stiffly throbbing near his face for a little longer. For one, he was terribly uncomfortable. It felt like he was going to rip a hole in his pants for how hard she was making him with her scent and touch alone. He worked himself from the bottom up, kicking off his socks first of all before moving up to strip off his bottoms. At last that hard hyena dick was free to rub against the couch cushions while he lay poised between her spotty thighs. His shirt had to go, too. He knew how much of a mess she could make, and he wanted it on his bare fur.

Only when there was a careless discarded pile of clothing mixed together on the floor beside them did Yatchi finally return to the main event. His delay left Mahiri curling her toes into the couch, shifting and tensing where she was stretched out. The hyena breathed over her bare nuts, puffing hot breath over her impressive set. Only after admiring it from afar for a few moments more to truly appreciate the thick, shiny black cock the leopardess sported did he go in for his first taste. Not with his tongue, but by pushing his snout snugly in between both of her plump, absolutely juicy balls.

A great big huff of her rich, yet feminine horny feline scent was enough to make him a highyena. He indulged himself with her, sniffing his way all around the contours of her hefty nuts. Only then did he move onto her pulsing, even steaming shaft. He wanted to make sure he got as thorough a sample as possible, touching it only with his nose until he got to the tip. That was when he used his finger and thumb to delicately draw back the skin wrapped around the flexing head and sniff right under its base, draining his inhibitions with every lungful of Mahiri's lovely lady musk the longer he lingered between her thighs.

After sniffing, there of course came licking. He made the most of that wet tongue. Sloppy hyena slurps dragging up and down a throbbing tower of pitch black meat was enough to make anyone moan, but Mahiri tended more towards the mrowls. She mixed her sounds of approval between the lower, sultry, room-vibrating rumbles that came from deep within her chest and the sharper, even sometimes painful shrieks as only a cat could manage. He made a mess of her dick, licking it top to bottom until saliva pooled atop her nuts. That hyena was absolutely ravenous for her taste. He couldn't wait long to get the whole thing in his mouth.

If every possible source of takeout was closed that night, he was just going to have to drink his dinner. Latching his lips around the first inch of that thick cat cock was enough to bring another thunder-rumble from the leopardess. He sucked her cock slowly into his mouth, taking his time no matter how much he was drooling. Yatchi was very insistent about giving her the most thorough blowjob he possibly could, even if he felt the temptation to just dive forth and plunge it down his throat in one go. By the slight push of her hands on the back of his head, she was holding back just as much.

For all the pressure, and all the noise the leopard was making, Yatchi remained stubborn. He savoured her all the way down with his lips and tongue alike, pressing her to his palate, squeezing all the precum out of her. A deep, wet gulp of the juices she offered him was just the start, a practice of sorts. Only when he bottomed out with her cock straight down his throat and his nose pressed snugly into that divinely warm, soft fur below her belly did he start to properly suck. Such wet sucks they were too. She really made him drool the longer that flavour sank into his tongue. Rivers of saliva rolled down her nuts while he bobbed and slurped, sliding up and down her dick, making the couch squeak with the increasingly vigorous motion.

He simply could not be stopped. His rhythm remained steady, administering pleasure to every single inch of her, kissing crotch and sack alike whenever he hit the bottom. She slowly lifted her legs up to wrap them around his shoulders the longer he sucked her off, squeezing him closer and closer, naturally making him quicken his pace. Seconds of sucking was enough to make her tense, to make her start to twitch and spurt her precum right into his mouth. By a minute she couldn't help but smother him right down into her fur with the grip of her thighs, humping his face, fucking his throat, growling, mrawling, kicking up all sorts of noisy feline fuss while he remained her eager sheath, ready to take all she could give.

Her huffing thrusts came faster and faster as she neared her peak. Yatchi simply held on to her hips and braced himself for the creaming to come. He wanted it so much he was vibrating a little, a cackle suppressed by the fat cat cock in his gullet. She was bulging his throat with her girth, letting every throb show visibly in the hyena's neck. His hmmfs of pleasure might have been almost as intense as her own if they weren't totally muffled. They shook and rubbed together, thumping, grinding, losing all sense of rhythm. There was no savouring the moment any more, only launching into it as warmly and messily as possible.

A sudden arch of her back came with the jolt of pleasure running down the leopard's spine. She bucked into Yatchi's face and bottomed out with her balls nestled against the hyena's lower lip. He clutched her close, refusing to be anything but the perfect vessel for all her thick spunk. It bulged her cock on the way up before the grand eruption. The splurch of hot cat cum gushing down his throat nearly set him off right with her, leaving him stiffly pulsing against the cushion while he drained her dry. Or temporarily so, at least.

Swallowing a whole load of leopard cum was an encouraging effort for anyone, but he remained latched on to her shaft for as long as she kept shooting. When she yanked back from his grip, he knew to let go. It was time for his favourite part. Madly jerking at her climaxing cock right in front of his face kept her on target to paint his handsome features white. The heat of her seed hitting his features made him groan in delight. He sealed his eyes shut but kept his mouth agape, drooling her cream while she layered rope after rope all over his face. From ears to snout to chin, she masked him hotly in her essence, leaving him dripping the clinging mess when it didn't simply sink down into his fur and skin. Such a sweetly scented mark of musk was one he was happy to carry with him.

Yatchi could only speak after a few good slurps of his chops and the occasional cough to clear his throat. He was still an utter mess, smearing in the leopard's cum while she purred above him.

"You were pent up," he told her, grinning through the cream.

She offered him an emerald-eyed wink. "Still am. But I know you don't mind."

"I love it. You always make such a mess. Can't fool around with you without running up a cleaning bill."

"That's just the hazard of working with a big cat. As for you - hungry, are we?"

Yatchi chuckled, sitting up so he could be on her level. "Well, yeah. We kinda forgot to plan dinner. Can't exactly go run for a pizza now, so I guess I'll just have to make due with what I've got."

When a thought struck him - and his belly rumbled insistently enough, unsatisfied with just cum to replace a meal - he cast her a more pointed glare. The hungry look was only mildly diminished by all the spunk on his face.

"Maybe I'll just eat a whole leopard instead."

She bit her lip for just a moment, but it was plainly visible. Of course she liked that idea. But she wasn't about to just lay down and take it. "Maybe I'll eat you first."

They couldn't help but feel a moment of species rivalry running through their veins. It amounted to nothing more than some fangy flirting, both of them flashing their bright teeth to the other. Neither of them planned to actually use them, of course, but they were important predatory accessories nonetheless. Showing them off was just foreplay to what had just become the impending finale of their intimate night. In the meantime, she critically hit him using words alone just by mentioning one of his favourite things.

"Or maybe I'll just eat you out. I think you deserve some love after all that delightful work with your tongue."

From gleefully grinning, just short of snarling, Yatchi perked right up with an eager smile. She knew all his weaknesses. It was hardly fair.

"Where do you want me?"

"Right on your belly. Imagine yourself on a massage table."

For emphasis, she rubbed her hands together while she slipped off the couch entirely. That gave Yatchi plenty of room to stretch out and wiggle into place, suppressing another giggle. The excitement of knowing that tingly cat tongue was ready for him was enough to make anyone squirm. Especially someone ever so sensitive to a good rimming as he was. Regular tongues were stimulating enough.

She most certainly showed him no mercy. Overstimulation was simply inevitable, but he endured all the same just to enjoy the sensation of her spoiling him. No sooner had he snuggled into position, and she was upon him, kneeling behind his spotty butt so she could dip down between his cheeks. A lick from balls to taint to ring was enough to send a shudder through his whole body that eventually escaped as a sudden yip. He couldn't keep silent with such a skilled feline eating his ass, licking smoothly, slowly, ever so thoroughly to send the tingling pleasure cascading through his every nerve. He swore he could feel it in his fingertips every time she so hotly licked his rump.

Such treatment was the kind of thing that sent him straight into a state of near paralysis. That only continued when she finished up with a kiss and began to crawl up over his spotty back. Laying herself atop him was ever so comfortable, with that soft belly, those ample tits, and everything else that was cushy about the leopardess. She made a perfect purring blanket, but she wasn't sprawling over him to be cozy. Not one second after covering him in her curves, and she already had her teeth on his neck and her cock pressed right up against his butt.

Humping a few times just to make her intent clear got a warm, softly cackled response from the hyena below. She found her way between those cheeks with a few more strokes and thrusts. Slicked up for entry, she rumbled right against his throat while she sank inside of him. A smooth, flexing cock delved deep inside the hyena while he stretched out and let her take him. It all felt like part of that deeply intimate massage as she shoved inside - at least until she bottomed out with a solid thud of her balls against his rear, lightly spanking him with those hefty nuts.

A few more good humps and thrusts helped her get snug inside him. From there it was a process of slowly sinking him deeper and deeper into the sagging couch beneath the weight of her lovemaking. Her rumbles grew to growls again, resonating through him while she fucked his cute butt. He didn't hide just how good it felt. His moans filled the room, occasionally broken up by a sharp cackle of rising pleasure. The more she pleasured him the tighter he got around her, squeezing down tight in early anticipation of all she was going to give him. Just because she'd made such a mess of his face didn't mean she wasn't still pent up. She was a big cat after all.

Yatchi could feel her restraint in every motion. She wanted to pound him, but the atmosphere just didn't seem right for such a thing. He was just going to have to encourage her. A buck of his hips caught her by surprise, provoking a mrowr from her as he bumped back into her. She responded in kind. A deep, hard thrust knocked a giggle out of him, and when she followed it up with half a dozen more, she got him whooping. Thudding down on his spots, she pressed her whole body as close to him as possible as if to absorb him while she fucked him. The pace only quickened from there.

What had begun as a quiet, intimate time near the fire soon spiralled into a rowdy romp. The squeak of springs and spank of nuts to butt rang out over the stillness of the winter's eve, shaking through the room while the rising ecstasy brought the most instinctual noises from their lips. The sound of the hyena's cackling was as rapid and unhinged as the leopard's building roar was powerful. She bellowed in his ears until they rang, chomping away on him the whole time, yet always applying her fangs in such a way as to do him no real harm. Pressing on all his pleasure points at once ensured he couldn't contain himself for long.

With her arms around him and his cock pinned down to the couch cushion, the hyena had everything he needed to blow a great big load of his own. Feeling the leopardess getting warmer and stiffer inside of him only served to bring him to that brink all the faster. He flexed for her, he twitched, he pulsed. His natural sounds grew all the more uncontrollable as he whoop-laughed all throughout the room, filling it with sound as much as he covered himself in cum at last. Erupting for her was something that just kept going the longer he felt her thrusting into him. When she added another climax of her own and filled him up, his peak only lasted longer.

What was usually a momentary crest before crashing back down simply kept on going. The longer Mahiri came inside him, the more Yatchi unloaded. The warmth of her seed shooting in his backside simply got him going far too much to restrain himself. He drained a double load all over himself and the furnishings alike. Mahiri showed no mercy in that regard. She was going to leave him with a tremendous cleanup job all to himself, he knew very well. Having that leopardess draining her balls inside him was worth any trouble.

There they remained for a while longer, simmering in the sweetness of the moment. Panting atop the hyena, Mahiri gave a few more smaller spurts inside him until she was finally ready to pull out. The resulting pop just meant there was even more of her cum on him. She splashed it down his taint as she withdrew. A quick smear of her cock along his fur kept her from dripping juices everywhere. He was left steaming and content, all but swimming in his own cream, but he wasn't about to let that diminish his excitement. It was time to pounce that leopard.

She saw him coming but seemed quite agreeable to the whole idea nonetheless. Watching him leap up from the couch, she simply reached out to catch him as he flung himself at her, bringing them both to the floor with relative comfort. A bit of a crash to the carpet followed, resulting in her looking up with her bright green eyes reflecting the slowly diminishing fire. Maybe that was just her smouldering with lust.

"Nice one," she said from beneath him. "Almost catlike, even."

"I have my tricks too," he told her, scooting forward so he could possessively sit right on top of her belly. It made for a comfy cushion. "And I think it's time I reminded you I'm not just your fucktoy."

"You're soooo good at it though," she purred, as if to tempt him to pledge himself to her pleasure again.

Instead, he took the initiative, in a way he knew she loved. Sticking his still-stiff cock between her breasts got her nicely glazed in his cum. The soft touch of her fur around his shaft was enough to give him pause. It was even better when he reached down to tightly squeeze those fine cat tits around his every single inch, pushing his dick towards her lips. She smooched the tip of it without a second thought, rumbling as deeply as she could for some extra stimulation while he was there.

"I can work with this," she quickly told him, content to change gears just like that.

Yatchi showed her what a greedy yeen he could be with that sloppy, dominant titfuck. He knew she got just as much pleasure from it as he did. Those breasts were sensitive even at such a size, tender to his every squeeze and stroke alike. He kept the grinding going while he pinned her there, knees pressing into either side of her ribs. A possessive squeeze kept her where he wanted her, getting her cleavage slapped by his swinging nuts while she licked every single drop of precum from the tip of his shaft.

The longer he fucked her like that, the more she managed to catch between her sleek black lips. She went from licking to sucking, possessively clutching at his cock while he gave her those chest-wobbling thrusts. His hands were always on her breasts, but he found himself more and more wrapped up in her mouth. Her tongue was as stimulating as ever, and she could swallow like few else. She drew him in as if by magic until he was balls-deep in her pretty muzzle, tapping his sack snugly against her lower lip. No matter how deep he pushed, she didn't stop sucking and swallowing.

He simply lost his sense of restraint riding her face like that. Thumping, pounding, rutting her face like any other hole he might fuck, he still somehow managed to keep from choking her in the slightest. Sometimes he wondered if she even had a gag reflex. She remained steady despite the lust-craved hyena mounting her mouth, stuffing his dick down her bulging throat while she worked to drain it of everything he had left to give. Or as close as she could get, at least.

With a rhythmic cackle, he cried out in hysterical ecstasy, shooting straight down her throat. He was highly concerned with cumming in her just as hard she gave him. Listening to her sucking down his spunk was enough to keep him gushing, to keep him unloading between her lips while they kneaded at the very base of his shaft. He didn't let her up for anything. She didn't seem to mind, steadily drinking down his cum until he finally pulled from her ravenous grasp to give her a mask of her own. Some of it got on her face, anyway. He couldn't resist making a mess of those big fat cat tits.

With the two of them suitably covered in each other's offerings, it was time for them to have a long stare into each other's eyes. Their bellies were rumbling. Putting a hyena and a leopard in the same room without dinner was bound to end one way or another. It wouldn't have been the first time. The longer they locked eyes, the more each of them began to drool. The leopard just as much as the hyena.

Mahiri sat up, playfully pressing her shaft against Yatchi's lower back as she did. She was still stiff, and so was he. He wasn't going to get caught up in her dominance so easily again. Instead, he shifted back until he was leaning against the base of the couch. Mahiri followed, sitting in his lap, exactly as he planned. She'd fallen right into his trap. Or she knew exactly what she was doing. Either way, he got to enjoy the feeling of some fine ample spotty butt nestled on his cock, grinding on him while they flashed their fangs in each other's faces, just as before.

She didn't just snarl playfully at him, she opened right up in an impressive yawn that let him see the back of her throat glistening and undulating for him. He countered with a mesmerizing glimpse of his own maw, and the bone-crunching teeth all on display. She leaned in a little closer. Maybe just to get a better look, maybe because she was starting to feel convinced. All the while, the both of them were humping and grinding at each other, not to mention giggling and rumbling respectively.

When he curled his tongue under her chin, she turned her head away. When he stretched his jaws open even wider, she refused to look inside. Yet he could feel her slowing down in her grinding. He was doing all the humping. Her rumbling was as intense as ever, but there was something softer, more calm than before. She wasn't aggressively purring on him, but instead contentedly pressing close, letting him bask in the anticipation of her parting her lips to speak the words he was waiting to hear.

"I'm absolutely getting you next time," she finally murmured.

That was all the permission he needed. He wasn't about to ease her into it just because she'd been hesitant for so long. It was important to show her precisely why he was meant to eat her that particular night. He couldn't have her regretting it, after all. Seizing hold of her rosette-clad rump in both hands, he kneaded and shoved alike to help feed her into his waiting maw. Applying those powerful teeth carefully along her muzzle helped to coax her between his lips with all the nibbles she could ever need.

Her passage was thickly lubricated by the sheer excess of saliva she helped inspire by her presence. Yatchi sucked on her face and lapped up any of his own mess that was still clinging to her. She was only all the tastier for its presence. He gulped down the excess juices she brought from him, sucking down her flavour, drawing her closer and closer to his gullet. The moment he first enveloped her succulent skin in the grip of his constricting gulps, her fate was sealed. For the night, at least.

Swallowing hard and shoving at her, he skipped over a few steps of savouring her in favour of gobbling her down. It was more than just satisfaction that made him crave her inside his belly, after all. He was also famished. She was going to hit the spot in the best of ways, and he needed to feel her sliding down his throat as soon as he could. Once he had a solid hold on most of her head stretching out his throat, he could relax a little and slow the pace. She made sure to tell him precisely how much she was enjoying the whole process by the glaze of her stiff cock wetly gliding along his middle as she went.

A smooth curl of his tongue under her tits let him get a good taste of her and himself alike. He'd made such a mess of them that they needed a thorough cleaning up before being shoved into his mouth. Once they were there, he squished and nibbled them, even lightly bit them to feel her crying out in surprise and pleasure alike inside his throat. He knew it was a good sound. Enough to make him keep gnawing his way along with just enough pressure to make her squirm and throb alike, pulsing warmly against his chest while his tongue slathered down her belly. She was such a soft one, cushy in all the best places, and she was going to be so utterly filling that he'd simply have to strike off any further plans he might have had for the night, and well into the morning as well.

Of course, that all presumed he could get her down whole. She was a challenge, but he was a hyena built for eating those just like her. Or anything at all. Another shove to her rump provoked another hump of her hips. He knew he was going to get her to make a mess as soon as he got his tongue on that luscious cock. She was already pulsing, thumping rapidly until she was spitting precum all over his chest, then his prey-bulged neck, then his chin and lower lip. He teased her by holding off on licking until he simply had no choice, and his prediction proved correct, in the sloppiest of ways.

Mahiri was at the height of stimulation, taking in every single one of those sensations all at once. The slippery touch of his throat hugging around her soft body made her feel so very admired, so very desired. She could sense the pulsing need of the hyena. He wasn't just hungry for any food, he was hungry for her, and nothing else was going to satisfy that urge. So she liked to think anyway. The squeeze of his gulping muscles, the gropes of his fingers into her doughy spots, the lashes of his tongue, it was her own little paradise while the hyena's steamy breath bathed her and left her fur damp and matted down smoothly. It was simply far too much pleasure for every last one of her senses to possibly contain herself.

A mrowl within him came with her spilling her seed all over his outstretched tongue. He lapped up what he could, but quickly found it spilling down his front side, splashing onto the swell of his belly as it grew with the shape of the leopardess settling within him. He took her shaft inside his mouth so he could swallow the rest of her climax, letting it pour down her half-swallowed curves and eventually splash on her own face. A good, deep gulp brought more of it down along with all that drool she was causing. Soon he was cresting past the halfway point as the afterglow flowed through her veins.

His grip shifted from her ass to her thighs so he could focus on fitting her broad hips down his throat. That took an impressive stretch, but it was one he was ready for. He tossed his head back, whipping her legs and tail along with the motion, and took to slurrrrrping her down like a spotty noodle. That sped the process up considerably. There was so much still to enjoy, but he simply needed her, on an instinctual level. There was no denying it any longer. That cat had to be inside him, to savour and enjoy her in the most intimate of ways.

One more good, long gulp was what did it. She dreamily sighed into him as she plunged down that forceful, dominant swallow. Her thighs squished into his throat, pinned together by his grip. From there she was one last slurp away from gone. Her tail wriggled around like the noodle it was, flailing with the sudden movement. Then he clicked his teeth wetly shut with an air of finality so he could settle fully back against the couch with his great big prey-stuffed belly in his arms. He'd finally done it, he'd swallowed that entire cat, whole and still very much purring.

Her squirms swiftly brought out an immodest belch from the jaws that had just made her vanish. The taste of her lingered on his tongue, that horny spice and enticing scent alike. He licked his chops as thoroughly as he could just to make sure he got every last trace of her flavour and her cum, then finally settled. Sitting on the floor with his back to the foot of the couch wasn't the most comfortable place to spend the night, but he was certainly in no mood to move just yet.

His contentment was complimented by the occasional giggle of satisfaction and pleasure alike. The sound jiggled through his form, bouncing his belly, shaking her around inside of him. Every time she moved around in there, she made him rumble and glurrrrrn around her all the more intensely. A hyena's stomach was strong enough to hold the whole leopardess for as long as he desired, as long as he wished to bask in that wonderful sensation of fullness. She was going to be there all throughout the night, held and enjoyed, savoured and squeezed, stroked and admired over every single outlined curve hugged tight by his bulging belly. There was absolutely nothing he needed to do that cold, snowy night other than to relax and slowly stroke his dick to the sensation of simmering the leopardess away inside him.

"I'm looking forward to next time. Your belly is every bit as cozy as mine, I'm sure," he told her, already feeling himself nodding off, content and satisfied in every possible way.