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Seduced

By Mantrid Brizon

(07/30/2019)

Thump, thump, thump. Swaying back and forth atop my bed, the headboard softly strikes the wall of my room. I drive my thick manhood into Camilla's taut loins, spreading them to their limit, really stretching her vaginal canal. The charcoal black flesh of my Voeldahn cock pulverizes her human pussy. The dark brown flesh of my caramel skinned lover's nether lips is pulled tightly around my girth, moving with my thrusts as my pelvis rams into her plump buttocks. The soft, dark gray fur of my large scrotum tickles her sensitive clitoris with each powerful thrust.

With every slam of my hung cock into her perfect body, Camilla slowly flattens, stretching out as she's driven into my mattress like a nail. Her ample, DD-cup bust smooshes into and grinds against my bed, covered in dark purple, silk sheets. My clawed hands are planted firmly beside each breast, near the midsection of her ribcage. My furry legs cover hers, squeezing her waxed smooth appendages together. I hold myself up by my knees and large, pawlike feet, swaying my hips with broad strokes, as I fuck her as though my life depended on it. I loom over my five-foot and two-inch-tall lover, even though I'm only five-foot eight.

“Nng. Nng. Nngf-shit, baby. You're so, nngf, fucking tight." I growl, wincing from pleasure.

“Aaahh! I'm, nnnhh-not tight, nnf. You're, nngf, fucking huge!" She retorts, her face half buried in one of my pillows.

“I bet you. Say that. To all your. Voeldahn lovers." I say between breaths, still pounding her womanhood.

“Nnn-I don't fuck, nngf, other guys!" She whimpers.

“Good... Say it... Tell me. Who you. Are." I dominantly growl, between thrusts.

“I'm, ahh, your little whore, nngf. Your, nngf, private, nff, cum slut. I don't fuck, nff, anyone else." She tells me, turning her topaz eyes over her shoulder and toward me.

“That's right!"

I take a hand away, giving the side of her left ass-cheek a firm smack, still ramming my phallus into and out of her quivering pussy.

“Ahh-gahd!" She jumps a little. “Mmm-you, nngf, fuck, nngf, so much, nngf, better, nngf, hhf, than a, hhf, human!"

“Rrrr-shit! Nng! You're little, human pussy is so good! You're fucking unreal, babe!"

“Ahh-yes! Give me that, nnf, huge Voeldahn dick!"

Returning my hand to just beside her body, I lean forward, resting my toned belly against the small of her back. Turning my hands over, I slide them gently beneath her slick, sweat-drenched body, being careful not to scratch her beautiful, caramel colored flesh with my sharp claws. Placing each hand over a naturally large breast, I take a firm hold and draw my legs in. I begin to really ram my rock hard, girthy meat into and out of her thoroughly used pussy, pulverizing her already tender flesh. Bam, bam, bam! The headboard slams harder against my wall from the increased force of my thrusts.

"Ahh! Nnnnn-you're, nngf, so much, nngf, bigger and better than, nngf, my husband! Ahh! Give me that cock! Ahh-yes! Fuck me, tiger!"

That's all I need to hear, and she knows it. Having already given my adulterous lover several body-rocking orgasms, evidenced by her repeated squirting, I've spent the last few minutes struggling to hold out; the longer I wait, the more I'm able to give her when I'm done. Hearing her twisted confession, a proclamation of my superior size and skill over the man to whom she truly belongs, I feel empowered. I know that I shouldn't, but pleasuring another man's wife better than he can is indescribable; it's more than I can bear.

“Nngf... Nngf. Nngf! Hhnnnggggrrrrrraaa!!!" I roar as I finally allow myself to orgasm.

“Aaagghhaahhd!" Camilla squeals with delight.

My heavy, full testicles pull toward my body, my fingers and black claws squeeze into her big tits as my hands press firmly into the bed, and all eight of my toes curl. I release, blowing my massive load deep into her exquisite body. My long, panther tail whips through the air, my amethyst eyes closed tightly as I shoot jet after powerful jet. My body shivers, while hers convulses beneath me, a clear liquid spurting from her loins for the fifth time tonight.

“Rrrr-shit!" I grunt, wincing from the pleasure.

“Aaaahhh-yes!"

With her pussy stuffed full of my cock, all eight, fat inches sheathed to the hilt, my semen coats her cervix as it floods into her uterus like a bursting dam. Hot, sticky cum fills her cavity, washing out her fallopian tubes with my fertile sperm. We never wear protection and she's not on birth control; we both know this, but she accepts my seed as if she were my personal garden. Her hands grip tightly to my purple bedsheets, her perfectly manicured nails scratching them almost like a Voeldahn's claws. I can hear them scraping. With topaz eyes as wide as dinner plates, her head flies back, throwing strands of sweat drenched, dyed purple hair into my face. Some of the long strands seem to weave themselves around my feline snout, and I get a good whiff of her shampoo, and her natural, feminine musk.

It's a lovely distraction as she screams in pleasure, as it sounds more like she was being murdered. The ecstasy we both feel is indescribable, as it's always been. I cannot help but push myself against her, already completely driven into her cheating hole. All I do is shift my big, intruding penis inside of her quivering loins, stirring my hot, fertile ooze around, within her body. My furry scrotum presses against her groin so tightly that as she looks down, gazing between her perfectly formed, mountainous orbs, she could easily mistake it for her own. I shift my member some more, reminding her exactly who is impregnating her; it's certainly not her husband.

“Ffffuuuuuuck!" I gasp.

“Hhf! Hhf! Holy damn. Hhf." She pants.

Unable to continue, and with my strength fading fast, I rest the damp fur of my toned chest against her glossy, sweat drenched back. Turning my head, my snout naturally presses against her cheek, my black feline nose inadvertently puffing air into her face.

“Hehe." Camilla giggles, wincing from the heat.

“Sorry."

“Don't be."

She turns her head back toward me, giving me the sweetest of kisses on the lips.

“You're so damn cute!"

“Just cute?" I smirk, subtly shifting my hips, with my cock still buried deep within her pussy.

“Mmmmm-and sooo much fun. You're the best fuck I've ever had, stud." She coos.

“Me?!" I chuckle. “Look who's talking. I never cum this hard; not solo or with anyone else. You're something special, Cami."

“Aww, Manny!"

Reaching over, Camilla grins from cheek to cheek as she strokes my muzzle softly with her fingertips.

“You're so sweet. That's why I only fuck you now!" She chirps.

“I thought it was because I was the biggest and the best?"

“That too, but I love how sweet you are." She coos.

“Good."

Giving me another kiss, I return the favor. I remain still, looming over her like her master. My phallus spears her as though she were my own, while my athletic arms and legs frame the splendor that is her body.

“Do you really fuck only me, now?" I suddenly ask.

Giving her a little thrust, my balls plop against her clitoris once; I swiftly move two inches, pulling out before roughly shoving it back in.

“Ahh!" She gasps.

“No lies." I sternly add.

“No, sir. I'd never lie to you. You're my stud, my tiger, my big cat, my master. Not even Joey gets my pussy anymore, even after three years of marriage. It's all yours now."

“Good. It better be." I growl lustfully.

Leaning in and giving her a passionate kiss, our lips lock and tongues entwine. You would think that a human woman and a Voeldahn man of the feline variety might find it hard to kiss like this, but then you'd be very mistaken. With our lips fused together and creating a nearly perfect seal, my tongue busily explores her mouth, wrestling her tongue into submission. Camilla groans as I begin again, pulling out only to roll her over, spread her legs and dive back in. I simply cannot help myself. So long as I have any energy left, she'll get every last thrust, and every last, potent drop.

As we've done for the past four weeks, we fuck throughout the night. I cum repeatedly, as does she, until I shoot only little spurts of water, and she has no fluids left to unleash her familiar geyser; I can feel her many orgasms, crushing my manhood as her loins and body convulse with pleasure, but I won't get her feminine shower. Only then do we succumb to our exhaustion, sleeping naked and fouled in each other's arms, our shared musk flooding the room. If it weren't our own scents clouding the air, it'd be unbearable.

I don't ever bother to think about her husband, who is surely sleeping alone in their marital bed, while Camilla warms mine, among other things. It isn't until just before I succumb to my aching muscles and tired eyes that I have even the faintest tinge of guilt, looking over at the solid ten, a model of human beauty tucked beneath one of my arms and snuggling with me as if I were her childhood teddy bear. As it always does, the guilt grows with every passing second, but I'm so entwined with this woman.

“Hey, Manny?" She speaks in a weakened voice.

“Yeah?"

“When I take, and we know for sure that I'm pregnant, can... Can we keep doing this?" She asks, cutely biting her bottom lip. “Please?!"

Finally, the question I've been dreading. For four week we've been lovers, and for four weeks it's weighed heavily on my mind. I've been cursed, however; I cannot resist her, no matter how much I try. Even though I feel guilty, it fades away as soon as we begin. When I'm inside of her, I feel nothing but raw power and masculinity; I breed her on a nearly daily basis. I wish I didn't love it, but I do. She told me after that first time how badly she wanted to conceive. It was a mutually understood deadline, one that I eagerly awaited and simultaneously dreaded. Perhaps now I can finally end it? If she's become pregnant by me, I'll have an excuse to stop enjoying Joey's wife. I inhale through my feline nose and open my mouth to speak.

“Of course, babe." I blurt out, flashing a little smile. “I've got your pussy for life."

My clawed hand gives her tight yet plump ass a little smack. Why have I done this?! Why can't I maintain control?! I certainly appear to be the dominant one, from the outside looking in, but as strong as I am, I'm but a slave, seduced by her feminine wiles.

“Yay!" She chirps.

Camilla grins from cheek to cheek, holding me tighter and kissing me with considerable passion. It's almost as if she truly loved me. Without the strength to have sex again – we surely would if we could – we hold each other, and within minutes, we've both drifted off to sleep. I awake with mildly sore muscles. This routine of ours must be building them; I'm not nearly as sore as I used to be, when we first started doing this. Yawning as I stretch, I open my eyes and see that only my nude body lay atop the bed. Where's Camilla?

“Cami? Where'd you go?" I call out, sitting upright.

“In here, tiger." She calls from the attached bathroom.

Rising from the bed, I walk toward the partially opened door, my limp cock swaying with each step of my digitigrade feet. I rest a hand atop the door, pushing it open.

“You know I'm a panther; the purple stripes are just dyed."

“Of course." Camilla giggles. “But you're still my tiger."

Turning her head to face me, she gives me a lustful wink. Immediately afterward, her topaz eyes scan my nude body, drinking in my masculinity. I return the favor, admiring the naked, human female who stands before my bathroom sink. Her left side faces me, revealing her slender frame, flat belly, large breasts, plump yet firm ass, and toned arms and legs. In one hand, she holds a small, thin, white plastic stick. Her smile grows wider as I step closer, my long, thick tail swaying gracefully behind me.

“Mmm-you look so good." She coos.

“So do you, babe."

Stepping behind her, I slide my arms around her waist. Pulling her in, her back presses against my athletic chest. Camilla groans softly as she feels me flaccid meat pressing into her buttocks, my almost jet-black flesh contrasting wonderfully with her caramel skin. One hand races for her breasts, taking hold of one and massaging it, while the other rests over her belly, my fingers coiling as I give her a little scratch.

“Come on... Please." She murmurs to herself, staring intently at the pregnancy test.

“Did the other ones fail?" I ask, before kissing her neck softly.

“I uh... I never took any." She shyly admits.

“Why not? We've been fucking for nearly a month."

“I know!" She defensively replies. “But I'd stopped ovulating over a week before we met; I wasn't sure if we were wasting your precious cum or not!"

“But you still had no problem taking it." I lustfully growl, a hand sliding down to her groin.

“Mmm-yeah. I just loved it too much! But now that I've spent the last two weeks as fertile as a teenage schoolgirl, I figured 'what the hell'!"

Waiting for the test to respond, it drips of her urine; she holds it over the sink. I can't help myself, as the mere thought of her carrying my child arouses me. My big cock begins to stiffen, thickening and growing longer with each passing second. The hand that grips her breast gives it a squeeze, my fingertips pinching her milk chocolate nipple. Camilla gasps. My other hand works its way betwixt her legs. As my fingers slowly massage her clitoris and tease her rapidly moistening nether lips, my lover bits her bottom lip, softly groaning. Her lips slowly curl at the corners, forming a twisted grin. Is she enjoying my fondling? Resting both of her hands atop the counter, I can see the test sliding away. It's positive; she's carrying our child.

“Hhf... Guess what." She says, her breathing heavy.

“I know." I growl, nuzzling her neck.

“I bet I've been this way for weeks; with so much thick sperm, you've got to be as potent as a stallion."

“I think you deserve a reward." I continue, kissing her shoulders.

“Hehe. For what, tiger?"

Taking my hand from her groin, I rest it over her belly, softly patting it.

“For letting this panther put a baby inside of you. I appreciate you letting me store all of that cum inside of you, and for putting it to good use. I hope Joey doesn't mind too much that I took his cock sleeve." I reply.

“You're veeeerrry welcome, tiger, and you know he doesn't." She replies.

“He'll just have to play pretend when he's changing my kid's diapers, just like he does when he watches our videos." I add.

“Hehe, you're so bad, tiger! ... I love it." She coos.

“I know."

Slowly dropping down to my knees, my hands glide over her perfect body, stopping only to gently push her over. She obeys, and spreads her legs a little wider. I stick my snout between her cheeks, taking a big, long sniff of her dripping wet pussy.

“Manny!" She whimpers with embarrassment.

I don't reply; I can't. I immediately stick my face deeper, pressing my lips against her. Lowering my jaw, I give her clitoris a lick, and then another. Within moments, my hands grip her plump ass as I devour her little pussy, licking, sucking, kissing and teasing her womanhood. I don't stop until she trembles, and a familiar white cream forms just within her nether lips; she's had a little orgasm, and is ready for the main course.

“Hehe." Camilla suddenly giggles.

“What?" I take my mouth away from her nether lips. “You know you love it when I do this."

“I do. It's just that no one's ever eaten my pussy so... Dominantly before! If Joey had ever done it, he'd probably have looked like a bitch, but you... You just take everything." She swoons.

“I know."

Giving her ass a rough smack, I stand tall, placing one hand on her waist, while the other grips the base of my cock. Holding my rock hard, eight-inch cock, I press the bulbous head against her nether lips. With a firm push, I spread her little loins, stretching the taut, golden brown flesh to fit me. With an audible pop, my hung organ makes its way inside of Camilla's tight pussy, and my human lover can't help but squeal.

“AHH-YESSSS!"

“NNNNnnn-yeah... That's right." I grunt.

“F-FUCK ME, TIGER!"

“Look at that little pussy taking it. You're such a good girl." I growl, placing both hands on her hips. “Here's your reward for being a good cum slut."

Pushing a little deeper, I begin slowly thrusting the first four inches of my endowment in and out of her. My human lover can barely contain herself. The deeper into her pussy I go, the more I have to lean forward. Soon, I take a step closer. With the thudding of my feet, Camilla flushes; she often remarks how she's never had a man so big that he had to “walk it in" her before, and today isn't an exception. Everything she says and does seems to turn me on. I push ever deeper, thrusting harder and faster, over and over. Her little pussy tries to follow me with each withdrawal; the grinding of our flesh gives her untold pleasure.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!" She cries out with each thrust.

Watching my manhood thrusting into her as if she were mine, I turn my eyes away. Looking toward the mirrored medicine cabinet that hangs over the sink, I immediately notice something; Camilla stares right at me. With her mouth agape and tits pressed together between her arms, she reaches toward the wall, resting her palms against it, to give herself some leverage against my rough thrusts. Her open-mouthed smile is faint but noticeable, as is a little stream of drool she cannot contain. Her eyelids flutter and her topaz spheres seem to roll back in her head; I'm fucking her into a stupor. Turning my eyes down, I see it; her gold wedding band is ever present.

“Ahh. Ahh. AHH. AHH! AAAHHHHH!!!" She squeals, her pussy squirting clear liquid as she cums hard.

“Rrrr-fuck!"

I growl, feeling her cunt clamping down on my cock like a hot, wet, velvety vice. With my scrotum against her, she spurts all over my pelvis and balls. Her juices drip down her legs and from my genitalia, making little tapping noises as it strikes the tile floor.

“Damn... One already?"

“Y-yeah..." She groans, shaking nodding her head.

“And we only just started." I smirk.

“Y-you're t-t-to fucking, g-good, tiger." She struggles to speak, panting for air.

“Aww! ... Is my baby making you all emotional already?" I tease her.

“Fuck me, tiger. Hhf. Please." She begs.

I don't disappoint her, picking up where I left off. The seconds turn into minutes as I plow her little, cheating pussy, watching her struggling to fit my big cock. As I enjoy her body, my mind begins to wander. It only adds to Camilla's pleasure; I've wandered in thought a few times, but I've never lost my erection, only lasting that much longer before I cum deep inside of her. Dwelling on her newfound pregnancy, a state that is certainly my fault, I ponder our adulterous relationship. Thinking back to that fateful day, all of four weeks ago, I wonder how all of this even started. How did I become her bull, and why do I enjoy it so much?!

“I like your purple!" I happily exclaimed, waving to the stranger in the mall.

“R-really?! I-I uh... I like yours too!" The purple haired human replied, swiftly tucking her right hand into her pants pocket. “Did you do those yourself?"

“These?" I lift my arm, looking over my purple stripes. “Yeah. I'm getting pretty good at it. My ex-girlfriend is a Voeldahn stylist; I'm solid gray, but I like the color combo."

“So do I!" She chirps. “I'm Camilla! What's your name?!"

I replied, and we shared a smile. That simple compliment began a short talk. That short talk evolved into a long talk, which evolved into a stroll through the mall, and culminated in an impromptu date at the attached movie theater. I couldn't believe a woman so beautiful was responsive to me. That isn't to say that I'm not successful with women; by this point, I'd already slept with nearly twenty, dating a dozen for at least a fiscal quarter or more, stretching back to when I was all of fifteen. However, Camilla looks like a supermodel; she's miles above any previous lover, human or Voeldahn.

I immediately believed that she was out of my league, but I saw her looking at me. She seemed genuinely interested. Deciding that it couldn't hurt, I approached her with the only compliment I had on hand. Seated beside her as we watched a film that I've already forgotten about, I made my move. Trying to drape an arm over her shoulders, she leaned over and I inadvertently touched her furthest breast. Instinctively, I gave it a squeeze. I was amazed that such a perfectly formed and large breast felt real! Prepared for a smack, I braced myself, but Camilla did something surprising.

With a wide smile, she leaned toward me, reached out a hand, and groped my cock through my pants. Feeling my flaccid organ, she gasped. After looking around at the nearly deserted theater, making sure that the coast was clear, she opened my pants. Pulling them down just enough, she reached in and carefully pulled out my throbbing cock, gazing upon my manhood. The shock that swiftly became utter glee in her eyes is something I've grown quite used too. I wasn't, however, used to things moving so swiftly. After a look, she got a feel, and then a taste. Stopping herself, she looked at me.

“Want to go somewhere else?" I suddenly blurted out.

I couldn't believe how dominant I felt; something about the look in her eyes seduced me. She appeared to be silently begging for my guidance, a woman truly at my mercy. Women half as attractive as her were able to tell me no, but Camilla seems eager for a stern hand.

“Uh-huh." She whispers, softly stroking my stiffening cock. “Where do you want to go, tiger?"

“How about I drive you home." I grin, my gaze narrowed with lust.

“Okay!" She chirps, smiling wide.

Within two hours of meeting her, I walked her to the parking lot, found her car, got a ride to my car, and then followed her home. Most of this was at my direction, though I felt as though she was steering me. We began kissing and fondling each other the second we entered the front door of her quaint house. Bursting through the bedroom door, Camilla and I nearly fell onto the floor. With my arms wrapped around her stunning body, our lips were fused together. Shuffling our feet, we nearly toppled over. I saved us, however, by pushing her back against the wall, right beside the opened door. With my arms near her lower back, I shifted my grip, placing my clawed hands onto her plump buttocks and squeezing tightly.

“MMMmmmmm-AHHH!!!"

Camilla moaned into my kiss, only to pull our lips apart, turn her head and squeal; I'd just taken a hand away from her perfect ass, reached around and pressed it hard against her groin. My finger ground against her pussy, feeling her wetness and heat through her elastic jeans and panties. With her head turned, I leaned in and quickly necked her, sensually licking her soft skin with the tip of my tongue. I ravaged her like a common animal, and she loved every blissful second of it; she gripped my upper arms, squeezing as if she were hanging over the edge of a cliff. She turned her beautiful, vibrant topaz eyes toward me, smiling almost lovingly.

We shared another kiss, this one a little less carnal and a bit more passionate. The facade of romance was broken, however, when her hands pulled away. They frantically clawed at my belt, and the button and zipper of my black jeans. I placed the toes of my specially crafted shoes against the heel of the other, wrenching my pawlike feet from the stitched canvas. I removed my large, digitigrade feet in time for her to shove my pants and underwear down, all at once. In one fluid motion, she reached out and grabbed my rock hard, throbbing cock, hesitating when she felt my burning flesh in her cool palm.

She gasped, pulling away so that she could look down. Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. She cutely bit her bottom lip, staring intently at my endowed manhood. She knew that she was about to enjoy every last centimeter of it, and all of the pleasure I could possibly bring her. Using her pause to my advantage, I stepped out of my crumpled clothes, pulling my dark purple t-shirt from my body. She gasped and then cooed, admiring the sheen of my soft fur, a slate gray with dyed purple stripes, like a tiger's. My long, thick tail swayed gracefully behind me as I dropped the shirt atop my clothes, giving her the most seductively innocent look that I possibly could.

Camilla succumbs, though I doubt I would've had to try at all at that point. Her long and slender fingers carefully touched my toned body, feeling my athletic chest. Her manicured nails weaved through my short coat, and I could see the change; her breathing shivered. I must be her first Voeldahn; it's always so overwhelming, the first time our races interbreed. I wonder why? We've been mixing bloodlines since the dawn of time. I wonder what happens when a Voeldahn girl fucks her first human boyfriend?

“Damn, Manny... You're just... Perrrfect!" She exclaimed, cutely extending the 'R'.

I silently stepped closer, resting my hands on Camilla's hips. Hooking my thumbs behind the elastic waistband of her jeans and panties, I slowly pushed them down to the ground. I gave her another passionate kiss, our tongues entwining. Camilla kicked off her high heeled shoes, right about the time I grabbed the bottom of her sweater and began pulling the turtleneck up and over her head. Her massive breasts jiggled, and I couldn't help but admire the gleam of her soft, caramel flesh. She was quick to tear away her pink bra, dropping it beside the matching panties and crumpled jeans lying on the floor, by her feet.

I didn't give her much time, swiftly sliding my arms around her body and dragging her toward the bed. She barely had time to slam the bedroom door shut, before I pulled her toward the footboard, which faces the doorway. Pressing her buttocks against the cold wood, she didn't even flinch. With her hands atop the railing, she and I shared kiss after steamy kiss. I placed a hand between her legs, sliding it up her inner thigh and rubbing my furry index finger against her nether lips and clitoris. She moaned and groaned into our kisses, and I could feel her body crying out to me. She wanted to be fucked so badly, and I was more than willing to satisfy her.

“Mmm-wait." Camilla suddenly paused, resting her hands on my biceps and pulling our lips apart. “I want to taste you first. Please?"

The way she asked me was so adorable. I couldn't resist. Stepping back, I shifted my body, my left side facing her. With my right hand, I gripped the base of my shaft, swaying and bouncing my big, heavy phallus, to her amusement.

“Well? Get to it, then!" I sternly demanded.

That was very out of character for me.

“Yes, sir." She cooed.

After slowly dropping down to her knees, she let a hand run down the entirety of my body, stopping it at my hips. Her eyes followed my face as I turned my head, watching her with my amethyst orbs. We shared lustful smiles, before the human turned her topaz spheres toward my manhood. They bulged as soon as she viewed it up close, leaning back as if it were an animal readying to attacking her.

“Holy fuck..." She choked out.

With her mouth agape, she moved her head around my gently pulsing penis, admiring my size, shape, and the sheen of my charcoal colored flesh.

“God-damn, boy!" She turned her eyes up to me, her smile even wider.

“You like that big, Voeldahn dick, don't you?" I asked in a dominant tone.

“Oooohh-yeah, baby." Camilla cooed. “You're such a big, strong, sexy tiger."

“I'm a panther, actually."

“Sorry, stud." She winked.

Taking hold of my cock, she focused her attention, leaned in and sniffed my flesh with her long, thin nose. The tip brushed the black flesh as she lifted my heavy organ, and I heard her softly chuckle.

“Wow. It's heavy! Your cock is seriously heavy!" She remarked with genuine shock.

I could tell that she'd never had a hung lover before. They're always so adorably amused their first time with a big one. I couldn't wait to see her face when I stuffed it inside of her. I could see her tremble as she smelled my genitals, sighing with delight. She extended her tongue, licking from the base of my shaft and all the way to the head. Her pink muscle swirled around the fat tip of my circumcised penis, teasing me as she inched her lips ever closer. She took hold of my cock with her right hand, and I noticed a single ring on her third finger. She'd hid that hand all day, and when she stopped, I simply didn't notice it.

“Oooh, it's so big and pretty. It's so much better than my husband's." She cooed.

“... What?"

This was the first I wa hearing about a husband! I turned my head down but I didn't receive an answer. She opened her mouth wide, stuffing the tip inside. Her tongue swirled around and flicked the head of my cock with such skill; I'd never had my dick sucked so well before! Throwing my head back, I closed my eyes, sighed, then softly groaned.

“Mmmm-shit! God damn, babe!" I remarked.

Standing at the foot of her bed, in her house, I leaned against the bed frame. In my current position, it was surprisingly easy to forget what she'd just said. My black claws pressed into the mahogany footboard, scratching it as I reacted to the splendor of her fellatio. Finally opening my eyelids, I shifted my amethyst orbs and looked beyond my short snout and my black, feline nose. My mouth hung partially open as I softly panted, watching her work, my pulse rising. I could hardly believe how wonderfully skilled and beautiful this young human woman was, and I sometimes still can't. She turned her beautiful eyes toward me, giving me the most lustful gaze as she bobbed her head.

Her mouth struggled to accept the thickness of my endowment. One of her hands gripped the base of my phallus, her long and slender fingers unable to touch each other as she worked the over eight inches of stiff meat that I carry betwixt my legs. Her hand shifted, jerking my manhood; she never bumps either her own lips or my pelvis. Our eyes locked, and if her mouth hadn't been so full, I'm certain she'd have been smiling ear to ear. I took the time to admire her magnificent form, looking over her body as she knelt on the soft carpet of her bedroom floor.

Her skin tone is intriguing; a lovely golden brown that's not too dark, but also clearly not a tan. I consider it caramel. Smooth and without blemishes, she's not a Hispanic human, clearly being a mixed-race girl. Her mother must've been a dark-skinned human, while her father was either a white human, or a Voeldahn with light fur and pink skin. Her long, full, straight hair reaches down to her lower back, and is regularly both pulled into a high ponytail, and dyed an interesting shade of dark purple; I'd call it Tyrian. She's not a skinny girl, but she isn't remotely overweight either, being rather athletic.

Her belly is nearly perfectly flat, and her breasts, which are a DD-cup, are so perky that I'd have wondered if they were fake, had I not already felt them. Watching as she eagerly licked and sucked on my cock, I impulsively reached out. Leaning forward, I took hold of a breast, giving her orb a little squeeze. My furry fingers glided over her smooth skin, and she shivered with delight, moaning into my dick as I pinched her brown nipple between my thumb and index finger. Taking my hand away from the footboard, I grabbed her ponytail, to control of her head.

My other hand continued to fondle her ample breast, jiggling, squeezing, massaging and pinching it as I started to pull her harder against me. Camilla had never had such potent oral sex, which I could tell from how she began to choke. I couldn't help but laugh; she hadn't even taken more than half of my manhood yet. Pulling her from the ground by her biceps, Camilla cooed with delight as I brought her to her feet and pushed her against the footboard. With her shiny, caramel skin of her bare, waxed legs pressing against the wood, she lost balance.

My clawed fingers rested over her shoulders, giving her a firm push. She bent at the waist, her ample breasts jiggling hypnotically as she landed atop her forearms. Camilla glanced over her shoulder, her narrowed eyes showing such lust.

“Oooh, baby. You're such a stud." She giggled.

I gave her perfect ass a nice, firm smack.

“Oh!" She jumped.

“You know you love it." I replied.

“Yeah..." She spoke in a subdued voice, her face flushing. “I really do."

She almost appeared ashamed to admit the truth, and at first, I was concerned. Before I can dwell on the part of this that seemed to be troubling her, I looked down at my saliva coated penis. My nearly jet-black flesh glistened in the light beaming in between the drawn curtains. I shifted my body, my digitigrade feet thumping softly on the dense carpet as I positioned myself behind her. Reaching down, I used my dominant hand and lift my heavy package with two fingers and a thumb. Camilla jumped again as I stepped closer, pressing the soft, gray fur of my scrotum against her nether lips and dropping my big cock onto her plump ass. Pressing it against her, she groaned as she felt me grinding my burning hot flesh against her own. It covers her tailbone, running just beyond her hips as she presented herself to me.

“Damn, that dick looks good on you, girl." I couldn't help but comment.

“It feels really fucking big." She chuckled from her shock.

“Yeah?"

“Mhm!"

Pulling back, I let my heavy member grind between the cheeks of her ass, before retreating enough for the swollen head to rub over both her tiny anus and wet vagina. Flexing my pelvic muscles and holding my engorged manhood relatively straight, my clawed hands grasped her hips. I pulled her back, forcing her to tilt her pelvis, and move closer. I rubbed the upper portion of my slick shaft against her soaking wet nether lips. Camilla shivered with pleasure. Whatever seemed to be bothering her before has now completely left her mind. The human bit her bottom lip as she closed her eyes, releasing a little moan.

“How does it feel now?" I asked with a sensual growl.

“Oooohh, it's so big and warm!"

I thrust my organ, allowing the dark flesh to grind against her clitoris. She literally oozed juices as I pushed my meat against her loins, swiftly coating me with them. Pulling back yet again, I continued to clench my pelvic muscles, though I was forced to tilt my hips so that I was aiming true. I returned a hand to the base of my shaft, holding up my member and rubbing the swollen head over her nether lips. They made the cutest sounds together, like moist lips softly smacking. While Camilla seemed embarrassed, I couldn't help but enjoy it. I decided that it was time to take things to the next level; I pushed myself against her, though I wasn't forceful.

I gleefully teased her with penetration, only to give her a fraction of an inch before taking it away and rubbing her pussy all over again. To really make her eager for it, I used my free hand to reach around, resting my forearm over her thigh and belly, and using my fingertips to massager her clitoris. Camilla wriggled and writhed, her back arching as I thoroughly taunted her with the carnal pleasure that I consistently denied her. By the second time I fail to insert myself, her whole body was tremoring, her eyes were closed tightly, and her mouth was perpetually agape.

Her fingers clutched the bedsheets, pulling at them as she groaned like an animal. By the third time I teased her, she actually tried to buck against me, trying to force my cock into her hungry pussy. I caught this right away and pulled back, letting go of my manhood and smacking her ass.

“Someone's ready." I laughed.

“Puh-please, t-tiger. Hff! Don't make me, hff, wait anymore!" She begged through labored breaths.

“Well... I guess you're being a good girl." I teased her.

I returned my hand to my organ and glanced down. Lifting it up, I focused my attention on the tip of my member as I gradually pushed her nether lips apart. Without speaking another word, I pushed a little harder. The force drove her loins open, stretching them apart as I took her body as if I owned it. I watched for as long as I could, admiring the view as I stretched her taut flesh to fit me. Once the rim of my head slipped inside, complete with a faint but audible popping sound, I just had to wince, throwing my head back.

“Agh!" Camilla gasped; her breath was stolen from her.

“Nngh!" I loudly grunted.

Her flesh was, and always is, unbelievably hot. It's almost like sticking my penis into a moist, velvet lined sleeve, that doubles as a furnace. I shoved a little harder, feeling her flesh slowly enveloping the first portion of my shaft; she's so tight that my skin subtly bunches up before her nether lips, even though it's still slick from whatever we're using, even lube; in this case, it was her saliva.

“AHH!" She squealed, gripping the sheets and pulling them even tighter.

“Rrrr-shit!"

I pushed in deeper and deeper, struggling against her loins. Camilla's vaginal canal is unlike any other; I always feel the searing heat of her taut vagina, which consistently squeezes my manhood as if it were her first time. I've had tight women before, and popped a half-dozen cherries too, but Camilla is on an entirely different level. She may actually have medically verifiable, undersized loins. I took a step forward and she looked back. Her expression was quite prideful, as if she thought that I were so hung, I needed to walk closer to give her more of it. Technically, this was true, but she also felt so good as I entered her adulterous pussy, that I briefly lost my footing.

Giving her ass another firm smack, her lips curled with joy at the corners. Smiling back, I swiftly controlled my breathing, turning my amethyst eyes down and gazing at the wondrous sight between us. My manhood, the girthy, black shaft that it is, was barely halfway inserted into the tightest pussy that I've ever felt in my life. It spread Camilla's undersized loins so wide, that I wonder how she could even manage it. Her golden-brown flesh glistened from her juices, and was so taut from my endowment spreading it, that it appeared as smooth as glass. A faint line of pink drew my attention.

Pulling away, I grinned wider when I saw how my movement tugged at my lover's loins. It's always such a joy to know how thoroughly any female is going to feel me, but especially Camilla. Her crying out, gasping and frantic clawing at the mattress only boosts my ego. Thrusting into her, I drove my rock-hard cock deep inside of her body, grunting and groaning as she literally screamed with pleasure. I'd never had a lover so loud before. I could hardly handle her tight, hot pussy, feeling every ridge of her insides as I pushed until the fur of my pelvis pressed against her ass cheeks, and my scrotum brushed her clitoris, sitting betwixt her legs as though it were her own.

“Ahhh-gadh! Hooooly fuuuuuuck!" She wailed.

“Nngf-shit, you're so fucking tight!" I grunted.

“I'm not tight! You're fucking huge!" She retorted, a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

“Nngf, such a sweet girl." I seductively growled. “Hff... Maybe it's both?"

“Ahh. Ahh. My, nngf, husband isn't, nngf, half your size!" She exclaimed.

I don't know why, but hearing that one sentence changed me. I felt like I should've been repulsed, but I wasn't. Instead, it boosted my ego; my testosterone quadrupled and I suddenly felt like a sexual demi-god. Leaning forward, I rested my chest against her back, my clawed hands beside her large breasts. I began swaying my hips, fucking her slowly but firmly, at first. Her topaz eyes shifted in my direction, a strange look on her face. She was focusing on my naturally long, sharp, black claws. She turned her head as my feline snout came into view, my black nose softly nuzzling her cheek.

“I-I've, nngf, never fucked a, nngf, Voeldahn before..." She sheepishly remarked.

“Oh?" I softly kissed her face.

“AHH-I've, nngf, always wanted to, hhf." She softly added, appearing even more embarrassed.

“I've fucked a few humans." I swiftly retorted.

“Oh?"

She sounded, and more importantly, looked almost jealous.

“Mhm. It's nothing to be worried or ashamed of."

“AHH-I'm not ashamed. Nngf." She cooed, smiling wide.

“Good. None were quite as tight as you, Cami. Nnnn... You're really something special."

“Thanks! Hhf... I'm, hhf, sorry for slavery."

I was taken aback by her words. What does that have to do with anything? The civil war freed the Voeldahn from bondage over 150 years ago, and what's more, my family didn't even immigrate until the 1890s.

“Consider me, hhf, your reparations, nngf, at least for now." She continued, her smile widening further.

Camilla clearly enjoys being dominated. Does she have a kinky, Voeldahn fetish, too? It's not exactly uncommon, but I'd never had a woman make it so racial or political. In any case, I happily obliged her, even knowing that she was cheating on her husband. Taking a hand, I gripped her ass and gave it a hard squeeze, my claws pressing into her flesh and raking her skin as I shifted. She shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip, groaning as if I were hurting her. Her barely subdued smile, however, revealed her true feelings; she's quite kinky, and she always enjoys my claws on her flesh and my big, Voeldahn cock tearing into her little, human pussy.

“Rrrr-I guess you do owe me." I teased her, straightening my back as I played along.

“Mmm-yeah. Hhf. Take it from me, tiger! Hhf! Claim me!"

Placing both hands on her hips, I gripped her tightly as I paused. Pulling away, withdrew six out of eight inches before suddenly jamming it all back into her pussy, hard. Camilla screamed, wincing and clawing at the bedsheets. My furry pelvis and full, heavy balls plopped against her loins, my fur tickling her clitoris. I held myself in place, hoping that would help her adapt to my immense girth. Camilla gasped, her breathing quickening as she wondered what I had in store for her. I pushed my already sheathed manhood even deeper into her, flexing my pelvic muscles, swirling my cock around her insides, driving her wild. After a few seconds, she was shivering; now is as good a time as any to really start.

I pull back again, then dive in. On that second thrust, she squeals. For how tight her vagina is, Camilla's body always adapts to me wonderfully. I thrusted again, and then again, setting a faster and harder pace. By the fourth thrust, she was crying out, writhing atop her bed and calling out my name. In and out, over and over, I picked up even more speed. Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap. Really ramming my endowment into her undersized loins, I could feel her body tensing up. It wasn't long before she was trembling like a leaf, her vaginal canal gripping my girthy manhood as she had her first orgasm. I never stopped moving, struggling against her tightening hole.

The pleasure her married pussy gives me is indescribable; I have no idea where I consistently find the strength to keep from blowing my load as soon as I enter her. I began wondering, “where does she want me to cum?" I threw my head back again, grunting and growling loudly, my tail whipping from side to side as I fucked the adulterous Camilla as if my life depended on it. Opening my eyes, I noticed something startling in the corner of the room. Swiftly turning my head, what I thought was a person is actually a row of posters of various historical and political figures.

A bearded, beret wearing human looks at an angle, as though turning away from me. He's unwilling to watch me I ravage the human's cheating pussy atop her marital bed, gleefully violating it with my big, Voeldahn dick. Suddenly, Camilla's slavery and reparations remarks made perfect sense. I should've known when I saw her purple hair. It almost made me laugh; liking her hair is what started us talking in the first place. How our matching purple dye led to this, my endowed cock pulverizing her married pussy, and without even a shred of protection, baffled me to no end.

Glancing down as I stood behind her, my hands on her hips, I watched with glee as my dick enjoyed her claimed vagina. Her pussy isn't mine, yet I was having it, and I was thoroughly unable to feel any guilt in the moment; pleasure was the only sensation that I had. I was suddenly drawn from my thoughts. With a silent chuckle, I watched the shivering and wriggling Camilla, who was is the throes of a powerful orgasm. Unlike any previous, a wash of hot, clear fluid erupted from her hole, shooting all over me like a geyser and taking me by surprise.

“AHHHHGGHHAAADD!!!" She screamed.

“Holy shit! I didn't know you squirted!" I exclaimed with a smile.

“I-I, hhf, didn't know, hhf, either." She replied.

“Really?!"

“Uh-huh." She innocently smiled, nodding her head. “You're so good, tiger!"

“Well, that didn't take long." I laughed, smacking her ass.

“Ahh!" She jumped. “Mmmm-I mean, hhf, soooo fucking, hhf, good!" She sighed, her body quaking.

With my ego boosted even more, I kept thrusting, in and out, over and over, driving my big cock into her little pussy. Plop, plop, plop. My balls slapped gently against her clitoris as I kept going, my thrusts only gaining speed as she struggled with yet another orgasm. I could feel a trickling running down my scrotum and dripping onto the carpet, between my pawlike feet.

“Ahh... Ahh. Ahh! AHH! AAAHHHHH!!!" She screams.

Camilla's body contorted, her core muscles pulling her into a crescent. Shivering as though she were left naked in a blizzard, I'd almost call it a seizure. Then Camilla squirted again. A stream of hot, clear fluid splashed my already soaked balls and thoroughly coating my fur. It flowed onto the carpet, sounding almost like raindrops falling onto a tarp. Her vaginal canal clamped down even harder, now so tight that I felt as though I was barely able to move.

“AHHHH-FUUUUCK! NNNNNN!" Camilla yelped, trembling so adorably.

I slowed my pace, pushing forward and sheathing my entire manhood within her body. I pulled her against me as I pushed, and though we were locked together, unable to move, she responded to my subtle motions with more writhing.

“Ahh... Ahh... Nnff... Mmmmm..." She panted for air and moaned.

“Wow... So, your husband never gets these out of you?" I asked.

“Uh-uh." She shook her head, grinning with her eyes barely open. “Joey never, hhf, made me feel, hhf, so good. No one has!"

“Was that two, or three orgasms?"

“It was, hhf... Three."

“Oh, good!" I chirped. “Because we're just getting started."

“Oh, god."

I stepped back, roughly yanking my penis out of her body. No sooner than I'm freed from her loins, she lost strength and her legs buckled; Camilla collapsed against the bed, her lower half dangling over the footboard.

“Easy, now!" I exclaimed, catching her.

With my hands on her body, I guided her to stand, but she acted awfully weak. Whether or not she's acting, I decided that I'd rather not push her. I instead squatted down, placing an arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back, and scooped her into my arms like a distressed damsel.

“Oooh!" She chirped, lying in my arms.

Throwing an arm around my neck, softly stroked my neck and cheek with her fingertips. The enamored look on her face was striking. Had she never been carried? I smiled, walking with her in my arms and taking her to the edge of the bed. Lying her down, like a princess, she quickly scooted toward the center of the bed, stealing a pillow from the furthest side. My eyes followed her movements, and I noticed some decidedly masculine articles on that side. Resting her head on her husband's pillow, Camilla spread her legs as I climbed onto the bed. I turn my eyes away from that nightstand, avoiding the guilt.

Crawling between her legs, I loomed over her as I rested on my forearms and knees, my toe-claws digging into the sheets. She opened her mouth to speak, but I stole a kiss from her instead. Our tongues entwined and I moved my pelvis closer. Feeling around for a moment, I pushed the head back into her pussy, but she's always so tight in this position that the curve of my big cock causes it to slip out. Camilla swiftly moved a hand down, grasping onto me and guiding me into place. She moaned into our kiss as I drove myself back into her, roughly taking her body as if I had a right to it. Even though her work was done, she left her hand down, feeling my cock driving into and out of her taut loins, for her own pleasure.

Feeling her trembling, I suddenly decided to change things up. I pulled our lips apart, drew in my legs, guided her legs to wrap around my waist and then slid my arms behind her back. She obeyed, like a good girl, and her obedience was rewarded. I pulled her up, shifting my legs and sitting down atop the mattress. Now sitting atop my lap, my back facing the footboard and door, Camilla rested her hands on my shoulders and rode me. She struggled to accept the size of my manhood, her face contorted with pleasure as she shivered with delight. Her body began to glisten from a fine layer of sweat that formed on her caramel skin, while my fur started to mat, growing damp and creating a noticeable musk in the room.

The more she rode, the more confident she became. When I tried to lie back, to watch her do all of the work, I paused after bumping my head on the wooden rail of the footboard. Camilla giggled, before climbing off of me. She directed me to move, rotating me 180 degrees. I laid back, placing my head on her husband's pillow. Camilla flashed a sinister grin as she sat at the foot of the bed like a perched gargoyle, her legs drawn in. Leaning forward and crawling on her hands and knees, Camilla moved like a cat, inching her way up to me. She paused as her face hovered over my phallus, her topaz eyes gazing up at me.

She extended her tongue, licking the underside of my endowment, her pink flesh gliding over the charcoal member before her face. Her eyes grew wide and she pulled her head back.

“Wow! I taste pretty good!" She giggled, flushing a little.

“You feel pretty good, too! ... Get up here and keep going. We're not even close to done." I growled.

“Mmmm-yeah. I knew I found the right one, the moment I laid eyes on you." She cooed, crawling closer.

She threw a leg over my hips, planting her human foot atop the bed. She reached between her legs, taking hold of my heavy phallus and lifting the organ. Camilla softly chuckled as she was forced to raise up a bit, giving me room to fit. With one hand spreading her nether lips, the other held and guided my manhood as she dropped herself down.

“MmmmnnnNNNNN!" She grunted, pushing me into her body.

“Rrrrrr-fuck." I winced.

With the head and some of my shaft reinserted into her vagina, she brought both legs alongside mine, bending them at the knees. Suddenly, and without warning, she slammed herself down, taking all of my manhood in a single, swift motion.

“Ahh!" She squealed.

“Nnnn-shit!" I exclaimed, my hands impulsively grabbing her waist. “You're so hot and tight!"

“Do I please you, tiger?" She cooed.

“Yeah, you do." I grinned.

“Good. Let your girl please you."

Leaning forward, she placed her hands onto the moistened fur of my chest. With considerable vigor, she bounced up and down, over and over again, really working me. Plop, plop, plop, as my furry balls smacked her perfect ass. My hung, black manhood plowed deep into her taut, brown pussy, obliterating her with each thrust. Will she even feel her husband after this? The thought bothers and unnerves me, yet I almost enjoy her more because she's not mine, and that unnerves me even more. Looking at her bouncing, DD-cup tits and her tiny pussy swallowing my cock, I couldn't stop myself, not matter how much I wanted to; I kept going, eager to enjoy every ounce of pleasure she could give me.

“You like my little human pussy, tiger? Hhf. Yeah? You like owning, hhf, a human's pussy, hhf, you sexy Voeldahn?" Camilla said as she bounced harder and faster.

“Rrrr-yeah!" I growled.

“Ahh-fuck! Fucking take my little pussy, tiger! Mmmmm!"

Slamming herself down, Camilla swiveled and rocked her hips, squealing as she brought herself to another orgasm. Unable to keep moving, she flopped against me, and I knew it was my turn. Pushing us over, I laid her onto her back, resting on my forearms, knees and toes. The sweaty Camilla squealed and writhed, clawing at the damp fur of my back as I plowed her with all the strength I had. Plop, plop, plop, as my heavy balls smacked her ass, giving her half of my cock with each thrust.

“Ahh! Ahh! AHHHH!!!" She squealed, squirting yet again.

“Rrrr-shit! I'm, nngf, about, nngf, to!" I grunted out.

“AHHH-YESSS! FILL ME!"

I almost couldn't believe it. Was she on birth control?

“GIVE ME YOUR HOT VOELDAHN CUM! GIVE ME A BABY, TIGER!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Nngf! Nngf! Almost!" I growled, my hands gripping tightly to her plump ass cheeks.

“GIVE ME YOUR BABY! MAKE JOEY RAISE IT!" She cried out.

That's what did it; I was so revolted but aroused at the thought. Feeling a solid ten beneath me, who had an even better pussy made it all the easier to do.

“RrrrrrrRRRRAAAHHH!!!" I roared.

“AAAHHH!!!" She screamed with pleasure.

Slamming myself down, I held myself balls deep within her. Instead of pulling out, I pushed myself harder against her, guaranteeing a proper seal as I came. Jet after powerful jet flooded into her body, and I admit that it was not only the best sex I'd ever had, but the hardest and most I'd ever cum, too. As my big cock was injecting her uterus with the second or third load, Camilla came again, squirting hard. It had nowhere to go but around the base of my cock, where it ran through the fur of my balls, tickling me, and pooling beneath her ass. It was earth shattering sex, for the both of us.

By the time I was done, she was already kissing and nuzzling my face. She stroked my cheek with her hand and I could see her wedding band. It bothered me; I looked away, but I did not pull myself out of her thoroughly used and soiled loins. A veritable sea of my fertile semen was hard at work inside of her, and she delighted in my presence. Were it not for her genuinely loving pets and kisses, I'd have probably grown ill from what we'd just done.

“Mmmmm-tiger... Hhf. You're so much better than my husband, Joey. So much bigger, so much stronger, much more talented... So much more cum! I just-"

“Shh." I shushed her, before swiftly kissing her.

“Ooohhh-mmmmm." She cooed and moaned into our kiss. “Yes, tiger." She said to me, the moment I pulled our lips apart.

“You're on birth control... Right?" I couldn't help but ask.

“Nope!" She chirped, smiling from cheek to cheek.

“Really?!" I gasped.

She must've thought it was a pleased gasp, as she seemed wholly unphased.

“Uh-huh! I want a baby, but I want the right one. I want a lover too; I was getting tired of just Joey." She rolled her eyes, clearly unhappy with her husband. “I'm so glad I saw you at the mall! Had you not said anything to me, I was going to follow you and talk to you first. Want to know something funny? I was going to compliment your good taste in fur dye. Hehe!" Camilla happily explained.

“Huh... And is Joey going to be okay with this?" I apprehensively asked.

“Relax, babe!" Camilla chuckled, smiling innocently at me. “Joey won't come after you, or anything. He's an open-minded guy, so when I said that this was how I wanted to have a baby, he agreed. I told him and he's fine with it. You're getting me pregnant; he has to wear condoms."

I'm left speechless by her revelation. I blink my eyes and subtly shake my head, trying to wrap my mind around how any man could be alright with allowing his wife to have sex with another man, regardless of reason. Not only that, but to let me cum in her? What if I do give her a baby? Would he not feel humiliated, feeding, caring for and raising a child that he knows isn't his?

“Honestly though, I don't think Joey's going to be getting any. Not anymore." Camilla giggled. “I wouldn't ever feel him, anyway."

She leaned forward, kissing my lips very softly a few times. With her arms and legs wrapped around me, I remained atop her as my seed did its job, fertilizing her. Camilla nuzzled me so lovingly, and it somehow made it a little easier to accept her seduction, or the fact that I'd completely fallen for it.

“Can we do this again, tiger?!" She gleefully asked me.

I wanted to yell “no", and explain all of the reasons this was wrong, but feeling her on my manhood, knowing that she was filled to the brim with my seed, it was harder to turn her away.

“Sure." I replied with a little smile.

“Yay!" She hugged me tighter. “You're the best, Manny. And I don't just mean the sex, but you're the best at that too!" She chirped. “Nnnnnnn!" She groans.

I very slowly begin pulling my engorged member from her still trembling loins, withdrawing from her thoroughly used body. Holding myself up, we both glanced down to watch my big dick pulling out of her taut pussy. Her topaz eyes bulged in shock at the wonderous sight, while my lips curled around my short snout; I still never tire of seeing my manhood extracting from a conquest. Her flesh was pulled tightly around my girthy shaft, her vaginal canal being drawn away from her body. She shivered with pleasure from just me pulling out, gasping and clutching tightly to my forearms.

As soon as she grabbed me, I could feel her fingers massaging me, clearly enjoying the softness of my dark gray and purple dyed fur. I leaned in, planting a firm kiss upon her lips. Her eyes grew even wider, before slowly narrowing in a very familiar fashion. She wasn't expecting my forceful kiss, which almost claims her as my own; she absolutely loves it. My long, thick, feline tail swishes behind me with glee, swinging a little faster as soon as the head of my impressive member pops out of her stretched and cheating pussy. I can't help myself; it bothers me that I like knowing that I've stolen a fertile woman from someone else.

No sooner than I've pulled out, she reached a hand down. First, she grabbed my cock without looking, giving the stiff phallus a squeeze. She gasped and looked down, again, swiftly tilting her head and craning her neck.

“God damn! I took that?!" She grinned.

“You sure did, babe." I said, before kissing her again. “Every last centimeter."

“Mmmm..."

Her hand moved away from my penis and quickly covered her gaping vagina. No sooner than she did this, she planted her human feet atop the mattress and canted her hips, keeping my seed from spilling out. As thick as it felt when I injected her with it, I'm amazed that it even could. I moved from between her legs and flopped down atop the bed, sighing with relief as I lay beside her. My balls had never felt so empty! Camilla, my human lover, turned her head. Her eyes scanned me as I relaxed, and I could see the lust within them. I could tell that what she said earlier was true; she absolutely desired me from the moment she'd laid her beautiful eyes on me in that mall.

I can't honestly say that I didn't feel the same; then and even now, I find it hard to regret fucking her, all things considered.

“Damn, that was amazing!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

“Aww, you liked my tight human pussy?" She perked up.

Camilla had a strange smile on her face as she spoke, and it almost seemed as if she was genuinely flattered, as if I somehow wouldn't enjoy using her spectacular body for my pleasure. Her blunt and perverse choice of words almost felt like she was fishing for compliments.

“Yeah. You're the best I've ever had." I replied.

“Really?!" She asked, shifting her torso as if she were about to lay on her side. “I bet you've had a lot of them, a handsome cat like you."

“Oh yeah." I nodded, smiling warmly.

“And it was really good?" Her tone became softer, even mousey.

“Of course!"

“... You're not just saying that, are you?"

“Fuck no!" You're a goddess! Aphrodite reincarnated." I chirped.

“Aww! Well, you're a Voeldahn Adonis." Camilla cooed.

Reaching out and stroking the damp fur of my chest with her fingertips, she looked at me with an admiration that I found utterly adorable. Her hands made their way to my face, resting upon my cheek. Not only was I her first hung lover, but she seemed to have developed a fondness for me. I took that opportunity to give her a passionate, tongue-filled kiss. I could tell from the way she melted, lying flat on the bed, that she loved every blissful second of it. Taking her hand away from my face as she lay back, Camilla placed it between her closed legs, shutting her eyes and moaning softly as she rubbed herself.

Sighing with pleasure, the human massaged and softly patted her nether lips, as if congratulating them on a job well done; they've managed to handle me.

“Mmm-you really pumped it in there." She suddenly remarked. “It felt so thick... That sticky cum is so deep!"

“Well, you saw what put it in there." I smirked.

“Oh, I know. Believe me." She cooed.

After a nap with my new lover, it was time to go. We traded contact information, and then I dressed myself, adjusting my purple t-shirt as I exit her bedroom. I walked down the hall and toward the living room, taking my car keys from my rear pants pocket. However, I'm stopped dead in my tracks. There, seated on the couch, is a human male. He stares at a wall mounted, flat screen TV. The screen is on, but the sound is off; he's heard me leaving, and probably heard everything else too. Who knows how long he's been there! Turning around in his seat to look at me, I'm struck by his appearance.

He looks like any male hipster that you've seen in a vlog or at Starbucks. He's almost a stock photo, like some sort of cookie-cutter man. With a blue and white plaid shirt, tight, tan pants, generic, low-top sneakers, a knit cap and blocky glasses before his eyes, he looks nondescript, and even meek. How the hell did he manage to marry a woman as beautiful as Camilla?! Is he secretly rich?! Does he work for Microsoft, Google, or the New York Times?! He reaches up and scratches his full beard, and I witness his expression change as his eyes scan my form.

I respond by looking him over. Aside from being below her league, as I am as well, he doesn't look unpleasant. Why would Camilla want to cheat on him? Why the hell would he ever allow it? Is he one of those happily cucked husbands, or is there something else to it? Perhaps Camilla knows her value and wants better, and he doesn't know how to stop it? Perhaps he cheated first, and this is her twisted revenge? Whatever the reasons, it's not my place. I can't help but feel a tinge of guilt, which only grows as he rises from the couch.

“All done, I see..." He spoke very softly.

“Yeah..."

“Are you coming back?"

As my endowed phallus continued to slowly shrink back to its normal, flaccid size, it rubbed uncomfortably in my pants. I impulsively reached down, grabbing and adjusting myself in front of him. He noticed, of course, and I can see his expression shifting. He looked hurt. I now felt guilty for my impulsive action, hoping that he didn't think that I was trying to subtly humiliate him with my conquest.

“I uh... I didn't know she told you that." I remarked.

“She tells me everything..." He murmured.

“I see..." I spoke softly.

“So, are you?"

I couldn't answer him. The honest answer was “I don't know", but I wasn't sure how he'd react to that. My conscience told me to walk away, block Camilla's number that was freshly installed in my phone, and try to forget her address; I truly wanted to, but the carnal man in me would gladly fuck her, right in front of him, and I couldn't help but feel disgusted with myself for it. Without answering or even a silent gesture, I turned to leave their house. I paused, however, glancing over my shoulder. Looking back at him, our eyes locked.

“Are you sure you're okay with this?" I asked him.

“I uh..." He sighed, turning his eyes away and staring past me. “Yeah, I'm okay with this. She's a liberated woman. I don't have the right to tell her what she can and can't do. That's the whole problem with the patriarchy in the first place."

He was speaking as if he meant it, but the look on his face betrayed him; it's downright pitiful. Clearly, this has been rehearsed. I hesitated to poke holes in his scripted response, though I was certainly tempted to. He needed to hold onto that belief, lest he be consumed by reality; Joey was unable to control his own wife, who acts according to her will, and with total disregard to his feelings.

“Alright." I said, before walking out of the front door.

Stepping outside and standing on the porch, I closed the door behind me. Looking toward my car, I immediately begin to ponder the entire situation and what I should do about it. Should I go back, like she wants? I know in my heart that it's wrong and that I shouldn't, but I really, really want to. Climbing into my car, I made the ten-minute drive back to my own house. Stepping inside, I pulled my shoes off of my pawlike feet, setting them on the mat, beside the door. Heading into the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a cold drink, before walking to my bedroom. I was eager to be done with the night, so I didn't even bother to shower or brush my teeth; I just wanted to lie down.

Stepping into my room and turning on the lights, my cell phone suddenly buzzed and chirped. I just received a text message. Taking out my phone, I saw that it was from Camilla. Tapping the screen and opening the text message, I was greeted by a picture of Camilla's gorgeous, waxed vagina. She stands in her bathroom, a leg up and resting on something, probably the edge of her bathtub or the closed lid of her toilet. Her nether lips appear normal, as her loins had shrunk back to their regular size. At first, I couldn't tell if it was a fresh photo or an old picture.

However, the red marks of my claws lined both cheeks of her perfect ass, left from where I'd grabbed and squeezed as I came inside of her. It's a new picture, and was probably taken right then and there. Beneath the admittedly beautiful photograph is a bit of text.

“It still hasn't come out. Ready for you to put in some more! ;) Cum back soon, tiger!"

I hesitated to answer, staring at the photo as I walked toward my bed and sat on the edge. I felt the blood rushing into my member as it slowly begins to burn and swell, already responding as if she was in the room with me. My mind raced as I recalled our wonderful time together, but the look on her husband's face wouldn't leave my head. With my conscience weighing heavy, I debated what I should do. It took all of fifteen minutes before I finally responded to her. My fingers tapped the screen as I dwell on my reply.

“I'd love to. Got to give you that baby, right?"

What?! That's not what I meant to say! My brain was issuing commands, but my body had stopped listening to them. Little did I know that this would set the course between Camilla and I.

“Yay! Tomorrow at 2???"

I began to type, eager to correct my mistake.

“If that's enough of a break, babe. ;)"

“You feel so good. I want to fuck you again right now. :("

“Me too. Why don't you?"

I proceeded to text her my address, my arms shaking as I tried in vain to stop myself. What's going on?! I set my phone aside, trying to come to terms with what was happening and what I was doing. Is there some way to stop this, before it gets out of hand? Sitting at the edge of my bed for a few minutes, I contemplated the past six hours, from when we'd first met at the mall, until the moment I'd left her naked and used in her bedroom. Suddenly, my phone buzzed and chirped. I checked the message.

“Omw! :D"

I stared at the message for some time, knowing that as soon as I saw her standing on my porch, I wouldn't be able to control my natural urges. I'd pull her inside, take her to my room, strip us down, throw her onto my bed, and ravage her like a common animal... Again. To my dismay, that thought aroused me beyond belief. My conscience was screaming, and its voice hurt my head, but my body didn't care. I was standing at a crossroad and I didn't know what to do. She's a willing partner, and her husband conceded, or so he thinks, but are my decisions even defendable?

“This must be what it's like to lose control..." I thought aloud. “Damn, I'm glad I've never used drugs! This really sucks."

Minutes later, the doorbell rang. Rising to my feet, I impulsively pulled off my purple t-shirt and pulled my belt from the loops of my pants, leaving them on the floor, by the bedroom door. I took a deep breath as I prepared to meet Camilla, answering my front door confidently as I stood in only a pair of pants. There, looking right at me, was a smiling Camilla. She wore a sexy little outfit of deep purple, thigh-high stockings, with matching panties, bra, and long gloves that passed her elbows. A pink, see-through mini-skirt and matching top, which was opened at the front, are all that attempted to conceal her five-star body. We stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. This was it. This was the moment I could make it all stop. All I had to do is say the words.

“Well? Are you getting in here or what?"

“Mmm-yes, tiger!" She cooed, entering my house.

No sooner than I closed the door were my arms wrapped around her body. My clawed Voeldahn hands fondled her big, perky, human breasts. She turned her head and we shared a passionate kiss, our tongues wrestling with each other. My member was already as hard as a rock and ripping through my pants, which she felt against her plump ass. She cooed as she rubbed her butt against my crotch, feeling my endowment as it struggles to break free. All I wanted to do was to put it back where it rightfully belongs, where it shares a home with my cum; balls deep inside of her pussy. It was only a matter of minutes before we'd stripped down and my hung organ had wormed its way between her legs again.

Returning to the present, I set aside the past and open my eyes. I stare into the mirror, watching Camilla as she stays bent over the bathroom counter, her big tits smooshed together, between her arms that reach for the wall. With her palms flat against the wall, she applies pressure to keep herself from sliding away from me. With her head turned slightly to the side, she opens her eyes, turning her topaz orbs toward the mirror. Our gazes lock, and a sinister smile graces her lips. I cannot help but stare at the succubus of a woman, giving in to our carnal desires.

“Mmm-yeah... Fuck me, tiger. Nng! Harder! Hhf. Give me that thick, nngf, sticky reward. Nnnn-yeah, that's a good kitty." She coos.

Complying to her, I've failed to stop it, and as I take her yet again, I'm well aware that this is probably going to last for a very, very long time. Like her cucked husband, I've been thoroughly seduced. Unlike Joey, however, I have a semblance of control. Sliding an arm around her waist, I pull her up, pressing her back against my chest. Lifting her up, I grab her legs and carry her from the bathroom, leaving her speared on my impressive member. I drop her atop the bed, pull out, and roll her over. I'm in charge right now, and I'll tell her how and where to take my cock, before giving her the seed she so desperately craves. Still, for all of my power, I'm as tied to her as I am to the air that I breathe. Well... I suppose it could be worse!