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Floriil gazed thoughtfullyinto Joel's light yet rich brown eyes as he beheld the decade-old journal. His finger traced the edges of the paper, stained and wrinkled with years-old saline tears. He caressed a part of the image of an orb of blue glass, distorting and swirling the images of the stars behind it. "What is this?" he asked. Floriil looked sombrely at the image.

"Subspace rupture," she whispered. "I watched you leave. I saw you disappear into that void..."

Her voice began to falter as her green eyes became glossy with tears. Joel's own eyes became bloodshot and aqueous upon registering her, and he consequently put down the cathartic arts and held her hand.

"I'm sorry, Floriil," he choked. "I didn't want to leave, I hope you know that. The draft forced me; I had to leave."

"I know. It's just, oh..." she wrapped her metre-something long feline tail around herself, using it as a security blanket like she always did. "When my father died, I didn't know what to do. He was always there for us; there for my mother; my brother; me. And then I met you." She cupped a furry hand on his ebony cheek, again gazing into those rich brown eyes. "You made me feel amazing, Joel."

He gave a light chuckle. "You were the best. I remember how we always had that little tree we studied in during college; no one there except us. We were going to take over the world, weren't we?"

"Yes," she said with a sniffle. "But then, you left."

Joel felt a sharp jab of guilt to his heart at that simple statement. You left. He knew she didn't mean to be so callous, but that realisation hardly quelled his consternation. He was so guilty, unable to think of a proper response which would serve as well-needed recompense for his absence.

So he kissed her. Floriil made a nigh-inaudible gasp of shock through her nose at the unexpected gesture, though she did not back away more than a few centimetres. Her slightly puffy feline lips twitched as they orally concatenated, a mixed response to terror, unexpectedness, and subtle enjoyment. He tasted lovely, she had to admit, a mix of warmth and sweetness unlike anything she had experienced before. She felt Joel's deft fingers gently drifting through her wavy black-and-white hair as their lips separated.

He touched his forehead to hers. "I'm here now," he said breathlessly. "I'm sorry it took so long, Floriil." Again, she squeaked an olfactory gasp as Joel kissed her again, firmer and more confidently this time. She reciprocated as their lips slid over one another. Joel fell back towards the bed, bringing the leopard cat with him. His hands slowly spread over her back as they kissed. Lying atop him, Floriil felt a jolt of terror run through her spine as she realised her aroused state. She couldn't let him feel her; it was simply out of the question. Hurriedly, she pulled back and lifted off of him, abruptly turning her head so as to not look at him.

"Floriil?" Joel asked somewhat sombrely. "What's wrong?"

She felt a heavy cloud of guilt and shame from not divulging. What was she doing? She should have told him. It was one of the reasons she had always felt so vulnerable, one of the reasons why Joel's role as a confidant and deep, trustworthy friend was so desperately needed. She had been hiding it for so many years, terrified of how others would react, her only outlet of her shame and dysphoria being her father.

"Joel, I... Oh, gods, I don't know how to say this. I'm so sorry, I..." Her voice faltered as she tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to hold back tears. "I'm not a woman."

He cocked his head to the side, confused and baffled by her soliloquy. "What? I-I don't understand."

"I'm not female, Joel. I wasn't born looking like this. I'm a... I'm a man." She was unmistakably sobbing now. In response, he quickly sat up and placed a hand on her shoulder; his shoulder? He was terribly confused. Her lengthy hair was completely natural and abundantly feminine. She had relatively little musculature, indicative of her femininity. Her breasts, while of course virtually nonexistent, still didn't exude any trace of her supposed masculinity. He gave her a look of mixed empathy and confusion, necessitating an elaboration from her.

"Ever since I was a child," she began, "I've never felt normal. I always played with the girls at school and never fit in with any of the boys." She looked away so he couldn't see her lip tremble and the beads of saline run down her cheeks.

"So... oh, gods, I don't know... I grew my hair out as far as it would go and donned dresses instead of jerseys. When I met you, I had already been- you know, 'that way' for four years.

"Since then, I've gotten an implant to secrete feminine hormones to 'keep up appearances', but you can see how well that's working." She stared hatefully at her asymptotically flat chest, still breathing erratically from her crying.

"Oh, my god," Joel sighed. Floriil was born male; it took Joel several long moments to really absorb that fact. "I never noticed. Honestly, there was- there was no indication." He wiped his eyes upon saying that. "Thank you for revealing that to me. It means a lot that you trust me that much. Have you talked to anyone else about this?"

She shook her head, no. "Only my father. The rest of my family- well, they hated me for it." The Jaffean sighed lowly, her voice breaking, closing her eyes and squeezing tears out of them. "Impersonating another gender is a- a horrible dishonour to ourselves and our families. But, gods, I just hate this body. I just... I just wish I was a woman. But I'm not..." She curled her security-blanket-tail around her torso again, her tears matting the fluffy, creamy fur and glossing it. "That's just the way it is," she added tearfully, turning away from him shamefully.

"I don't believe you're impersonating," he said softly. She turned to face him, silent but with a depressed expression wordlessly communicating to him, What?

"You're not impersonating," Joel repeated. "You're a beautiful woman, Floriil. Your anatomy doesn't determine your identity; you do. You are who you are." He likened her to the spacetime field with which they, as particle physicists, were both so familiar: A set of external features determined by its internal symmetries, its internal beauties and workings.

She deliberated upon his statement for a moment, incredulous yet overwhelmingly relieved to her an encouraging comment. Her intense thought was interrupted by a pair of powerful hands entwining with her own tetradactyl pair.

"And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known," he whispered as he gazed into her gorgeous eyes, brown staring at green.

She felt an overwhelming warmth in her chest, seemingly melting her so that it could get to Joel. She turned her body towards him and cathartically pressed her long muzzle to his lips. Her long, ever so slightly rough feline tongue caressed his own soft one, tasting him. He reciprocated, tickling her tongue with his and, despite nicking a fang or two, elicited a muffled moan of released tension from her. Their lips separated with a slight squelch, both participants breathless. But he wasn't finished by any means. He licked her button nose, the traditional initiation for an extraordinary act of romance known only to Jaffeans- and one very special human, of course.

Floriil's whiskers curled in a combinative response to nervousness and overwhelming desire. Closing her eyes, she extended her tongue, lips ajar, lolling out for him. Joel responded with his warm lips wrapping around her tongue, suckling the sweet muscle, sliding his lips up and down across it. The feline's lingual flesh was smooth, although on the dorsal side, rough, fleshy papillae extended and tickled Joel in return. Floriil's ajar lips curved upwards in an amused smile as his smooth, warm lips tickled her sensitive flesh. Reaching the base of her tongue, he pressed his lips to hers once more. Upon completing his gesture of romance, he registered a warm moisture on the tip of his nose: a faint lick to his nose- an invitation from his kitten.

Grinning in excitement, he too closed his eyes and extended his tongue, wincing in ticklish pleasure as her lips suckled his muscle. The purring in her larynx sent vibrations into Joel's tongue, tickling him and eliciting an open-mouthed giggle from the once-stoic human. She concluded the romantic Jaffean gesture by sliding up his tongue and pressing her lips to his. The couple separated their lips, a thin glint a saliva trailing between their mouths as their foreheads pressed together lovingly.

"I love you, Joel," she purred. Those three words attached to his name sent a warm shock into his chest. I love you. Those three... little... words...

"And I love you, Floriil," he responded, wiping a stray tear from her eye. "I love you so much." He reached in to kiss her again as his talented hands grasped the hem of her shirt in an attempt to disrobe her. She briefly stopped him.

"Joel..?" she asked, unsure of how he might react to her body. "Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely." He kissed her again. "I am if you are, love." She didn't provide an audible response, only smiling and lifting her arms, allowing the human to remove her garment. Tossing it aside, he beheld her petite breasts, her cleavage covered by an adorable tuft of white fur. He smoothed his hands over her chest, running his fingers through the thick and luxuriously soft fur. He scooted closer to her and toyed her breasts with his lips and tongue, eliciting a heavy purr and moan whenever his strong hands massaged her supple tissue, whenever his lips suckled and his tongue swirled around her nipples. What someone would traditionally associate with her femininity- her breasts and butt- were small and not extraordinarily prominent, at least physiologically, but psychologically her beauty was unparalleled. The leopard cat's petite figure and adorable personality accentuated her femininity, and he found that so beautiful.

With one final squeeze, he looked up and grinned at her, kissing her. Floriil placed her hands to his back. "Remove this," she whispered as she pulled his shirt over his head, kissing and nibbling his neck. After enjoying her slightly rough tongue and conical teeth caressing his neck, he proceeded to gently push her onto the bed, making her land on her back and leaving herself open. Joel worked a finger into her belt and quickly unbuckled her pants, sliding them down her beautiful legs striated with rosetted stripes. The garment quickly joined his shirt on the floor. Her petite toes wiggled as he removed the socks from her dainty, symmetrical, cat-like paws and massaged them. They resembled the paws of a cat down to the letter, complete with pink pads on the front of her sole and toes.

Joel slowly kneaded at the tissue of her paws and calves, feeling the supple tissue melt to his touch. The alien's claws protruded from their sheaths involuntarily as his fingers firmly kneaded between her toes. Floriil let out a pleasured sigh as the built up tension in her paws and legs was gradually released.

"How tense," he said with a smile. He moved up her calves, massaging the muscle and feeling the heated tension evaporating. The retractable claws of her tetradactyl toes extended outwards as Joel's firm yet gentle caresses melted her. Soon enough, his long-fingered hands reached the cusp of her cream-coloured panties. He smiled with anticipation as he pulled them down over her legs and tossed them onto the floor.

His eyes met her crotch. True to her word, she lacked what one would expect to be female anatomy. On her groin lay a slightly bulged white sheath atop a cream-coloured, furry scrotum. Owing to his limited knowledge regarding Jaffean sexual anatomy, Joel was puzzled at the lack of an erection considering her obvious arousal. "I'm sorry," Floriil said shamefully, looking away from him. "It's my hormones. They're all... discordant. I might just, you know, need a minute."

"That's fine," he replied. "We have all the time in the world, Floriil." She was interrupted by a sudden flurry of sensation as Joel kissed her sheath unexpectedly, causing her squeak slightly in surprise. Her hands grasped his scalp and ran through his long black hair. His prying tongue slowly toyed the bulging pink slit, dipping inside and tasting her. She squirmed and gasped at the foreign sensations of his firm, moist muscle relentlessly toying her flesh. His tongue was slightly tickled upon the sensation of a throbbing bulge pressing forward. It quickly swelled, starting to push out of its cocoon now. Giving a final kiss to her growing length, he moved up to face his lover. "Is this okay?" he asked lightheartedly, massaging her testicles while doing so.

"Y-yes," she squeaked in her thick, pseudo-French alien accent, distracted heavily from the foreign but delightful sensations. "Lovely, Joel."

"That's good." He gave his signature cute little smile. His pillow talk was somewhat awkward, he knew, but then again, neither of them had ever done this before. It was a very welcoming experience. She gazed at him with her beautiful green eyes, biting her bottom lip and mewling in her throat, wordlessly begging him to continue. He obliged happily.

Upon looking down, he noticed that her erection had grown fully, a pinkish-red member throbbing on her groin. Admittedly, he'd never done anything like this before, but it didn't feel odd. Her exposed member resembled his own fairly closely, all noteworthy deviations being its pinkish-red hue; its ridged glans; the fleshy barbs adjacent to and present on the glans; the fact of being hidden in a hitherto closed sheath; and the small bulbis glandis, a bulge of erectile tissue near the base. Joel eagerly held it in his grasp, sliding her skin up and down slowly, stroking across the soft barbs of flesh. Her member slowly oozed delicious translucent clear fluid from its glans, smearing over her skin and making the travails of lubrication a distant memory. He reached down and kissed her length, dragging his tongue all the way from her sheathed base, across the ultra-sensitive knot, brushing along the barbs leading up to and extending from the ridged glans, much to the Jaffean's delight. Wrapping his lips around her ridged tip, he took her in his mouth, eliciting a shrill moan from his lover, whom had never before received such lovely ministrations on a region of such erogenous proclivities.

Her flesh was warm and delectable. Hard yet supple, Joel felt pleasured feeling the ridged, softly-barbed tissue run across his tongue and press into his cheeks. The feeling certainly wasn't unrequited; the Jaffean was practically melting at his touch, feeling his talented tongue and warm, smooth lips delicately yet passionately fellate her. Much to Floriil's delight, her human's curious fingers caressed and squeezed her scrotum, sending a chill of sensation up her spine. Observing her response, Joel gave her a particularly powerful suck as he pulled off of her with an audible squelch. She placed her petite paws on his back and her spread legs rested on his shoulders to give him easier access to her groin. He responded with a hand to her breasts, smoothing his fingers through her thick creamy fur, much to her delight. The purring emanating from her upper chest became symphonic.

Floriil moaned from the combinative sensations of her breasts being massaged and Joel's tongue on her very sensitive scrotum. He opened his lips wider to allow a testicle to enter his mouth, tasting the warm flesh and fluffy fawn fur as it floated in his hot mouth. His free hand stroked her length, sliding her wet skin up and down slowly, stroking each one of her sensitive barbs so wonderfully. He let the ovular orb slowly slip out of his mouth whilst he stroked his tongue across her hard perineum, eliciting an unabated moan from his lover. She was getting warmer and harder; her pink paw pads rubbed across his back eagerly as her internal claws extended involuntarily from the pleasure. At this rate, he knew she wouldn't last much longer. Her breathing rate rose and her squeaks and moans became louder and more frequent.

And, so as to prevent spoiling her fun, he lapped at her meaty knot one last time with his deft tongue before pulling off of her. She gasped as he caressed that special place, gazing at him with longing desire. The Jaffean was mere Planck lengths away from the largest peak she had ever had the pleasure to climb; she was, however, glad that he let the pleasure simmer a little longer within her before she utterly vaporised. "O-oh, Joel...," the Jaffean moaned a few times. With a smile on his face, he sauntered up to Floriil and kissed her. Her legs wrapped around him and pushed his groin into hers, teasing both of them as their tongues swirled around one another. Her eager hands clawed at his belt, unbuckling the strap and undoing his pants.

Floriil sat up from her seated position on the bed to kiss Joel's neck and nibble at it playfully with her feline fangs. "My turn," she whispered into his ear, gently nibbling his ear lobe.

"My wish is your command, milady," he spoke back to her, blushing at the pleasuring and rather ticklish sensation of her teeth on his ear lobe. Milady. That feminine noun made her feel so special, especially considering her recent lamentation. Joel knew what she was, who she was, regardless of her anatomy, and for that she felt cherished. She smiled gleefully and her eyes welled with tears, causing her lover to give her a concerned look. "I'm just so happy, Joel..." she said gently, a tear trailing down the spotted fur near her eye. "I- I just..."

She threw herself on him and pressed her muzzle into his lips. Joel's sweet tongue slipped into her mouth and prodded her lovingly; she reciprocated, caressing his soft flesh with her own. The rough papillae on her flesh tickled his own soft ridges, persuading him to grasp her furry buttocks and massage the supple muscle. He considered slipping a digit inside her, considering the proximity to her sensitive passage, but ultimately discontinued that thought; he couldn't be too adventurous, or pushy, with someone so new to the expression and receiving of intimate love.

Feeling a sense of romantic reciprocity, she pushed him such that he landed with his back on the bed, exposed to her and delightfully vulnerable. She crawled down his body, occasionally planting minute kisses and licks of her barbed tongue on his toned chest and abdomen. Reaching his unbuckled pants, she slid them off his legs and onto the floor, along with his socks, leaving him in nothing but his grey briefs. Nibbling her bottom lip in anticipation, her spottily striated, fawn-furred hands grasped the cusp of the undergarments and pulled them down over his legs, letting them fall to the floor and join the other garments.

Immediately upon observing his tremendous throbbing member standing proudly, eager for her intimate ministrations, her chest rumbled once more with the soothing rhythm of a heavy purr. The thought of tasting his length, of him plunging deep inside of her, gushing his loving heat inside of her deepest recesses... She wanted him inside of her with an insatiable need. She ultimately decided against it, though certainly not for matters of cleanliness. Like all Jaffeans, she had extraordinarily powerful Cyanobacteria circulating in all bodily systems, acting as the main symbiotic component of the aliens' immune systems, giving them their distinctive, subtle blue glow which was known to emanate from their blood and lymph vessels. The specialised cells consumed cellular detritus and molecularly dissociated it, converting the cellular waste almost entirely into microcrystalline products excreted mostly during urination. Her GI tract was consequently spotless; it was actually cleaner than her skin. So cleanliness clearly was not a concern; bashfulness was, however. To request of him the extraordinarily intimate act of intercourse considering her "extenuating" circumstance was simply too embarrassing. Her shyness would get the better of her again today; perhaps next time she would yield more oomph.

She couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Floriil's tetradactyl hand curled around his length and gently pumped him, her lips meeting his one last time before she began. The silky smooth fur of her hands was blissfully pleasurable as it slid over his erogenous skin, eliciting a lascivious moan from Joel.

She smooched his length and spread her long feline tongue over it, tasting the preemptive fluid exuding from the tip. The soft paw pad of her index finger swirled sensually around his glans, smearing his hot, slick fluid around. There was a wealth of the stuff due to his extraordinarily high arousal- the deliciously-tasting member she squeezed into his throat and the spicy-sweet aroma she effused during her own arousal stimulated him just as much as it did her. Their eyes met, arousal burning heavily in both of them; the fire persuaded her to give another lick to his throbbing girth. He tasted lovely, the thick sweetness of his fluid complementing the firm taste of his flesh. Her pink feline lips caressed the erogenous member as she took him in her white-black, spottily striated muzzle.

Joel moaned lowly from this newfound wealth of stimulation. His lover's muzzle was so much tighter and warmer than anything he had imagined. Her lengthy tongue continued to caress his tip and swirl around the length, eliciting pleasured twitches and moans from him. "Oh, god, Floriil..." he sighed, caressing the soft, tufted ears of his rosetted ocelot. This new and delightful sensation elicited a sharp peak in her jubilant purring, reverberating powerful vibrations into his penis. He groaned tremendously upon sensing this, spurting a small gust of his pre-ejaculate onto her tongue.

Floriil groaned lasciviously, sending further vibrations into him, coaxing more of his precious juices onto her waiting tongue. He was so warm, so hard, so eager; she knew he wouldn't last much longer, especially with her smooth, furry hands caressing his testes and rampant purring vibrating him to his core. So, repaying that earlier 'gift' of denial, she removed him from her tight muzzle and planted a kiss on his length, savouring the taste of his fluidic gifts. Her curved, puffy lips smooched his groin area, moving up his abdomen and across his chest, all the way up to his own lips. Her highly prehensile tongue pressed into his own, grasping it dextrously and stroking across it. Joel let out a little groan of emotion into their kiss- not entirely crafted solely from love, excitement, pleasure, or desire; a melange of these was the only possible way to elucidate his motivations for doing so.

So as to not suffocate, Floriil pulled away and inhaled. Joel felt their members caress each other, hard tissue gently pressing into hard tissue. He let out another groan. "Floriil, I-"

He was interrupted by a furred digit to his lips. "Shh," she whispered. "I'm not finished yet." She licked his lips one last time before sliding down his abdomen, her muzzle kissing his groin. She took his hard length in her muzzle again, her mouth sliding over it and savouring his taste. His temperature skyrocketed, overwhelmed by the familiar yet deprived stimuli. Her warm tongue was stroking him so delicately yet so firmly, her tight muzzle striking every nerve ending in just the right places; his body felt numb in comparison. Another spurt of his preemptive fluid, his tensing muscles, the exponentially rising hardness of his length, his moans and gasps of unbridled pleasure... Floriil knew he couldn't hold back any longer. Her hand grasped his hard scrotum and caressed him powerfully, her furry digits stroking his perineum.

With one final suck, Floriil brought her entire muzzle down on him, her nose pressing into Joel's groin, his member diving into her purring, vibrating throat. The overwhelming sensations forced him to bite back a loud groan of ecstasy as he felt those special muscles spasm and contract wildly. A massive blast of his hot, virile seed fired into her muzzle, followed by nearly ten more, flooding her mouth with molten lead. The piquant liquid drove her wild, exploding against her long tongue with salty-sweet blasts. So warm and thick and deliciously decadent, she squeezed his scrotum begging for more; he responded with another powerful spurt.

Her muzzle, unable to contain the massive gout of liquid, let some of his hot cream fall back into its producer's rock hard member. Finally, with a large shudder, his howls of ecstasy gradually subsided and the effusive blasts crawled to a slow dribble. Floriil's verdant eyes looked up to meet his before she closed them and smiled, swallowing twice to fully retrieve all of it. His millilitres of pure warmth flowed down her throat, filling her with heat and the lovely taste of his seed. The human groaned ecstatically at the intense sensation of her tight swallowing around his length. He looked at her with a surprised and happy open-mouthed smile. The decision to swallow his massive load, which he knew probably didn't have the best taste, was very high on his intimacy scale. She loved him, and it showed.

The alien ocelot extricated him from her tight muzzle and orally cleaned any excess love from his tumescent length and groin. The smooth yet barbed tongue stroking his over-stimulated member and pelvic region made him squirm and moan, though eventually she had thoroughly cleaned him of every drop he had. The overwhelming pressure in his loins and prostate felt completely emptied, supplanted by a blissful sensation of satisfaction radiating from his groin through his entire body. His erection slowly subsided as his kitten sucked and licked him clean of every molecule. Regaining his senses from the glorious afterglow, he looked down at her with loving mischievousness, his powerful erection quickly returning from the arousal of simply observing Floriil, the sexy little ocelot she was.

Her pink lips were wet with the creamy products of their lasciviousness, but she did her best to lick up the delicious cream. Her verdant eyes gazed back up at him, her beautiful muzzle curling in an amused smile as they stared at each other romantically. She gave him a final suck, pulling off of his length with a wet squelch and licking her muzzle clean, smiling at him. He made a come hither gesture with his fingers and requested her presence; she obliged, crawling atop him and kissing him. Joel's left hand ran through her zebra-coloured wavy hair, massaging her soft scalp, whilst his right hand groped her firm buttocks.

His strong fingers stroked the base of her tail, causing her rump to raise in the air from the pleasurable sensations in a similar manner to a house cat. Quickly, both hands grasped her supple buttocks and caressed her powerfully, his fingers reaching the very base of her perineum and stroking the Jaffean's bulging scrotum. Her symphonic purring grew louder still. "My turn..." Joel whispered into his lover's rounded feline ear, nibbling the tapered edge and tasting the warm, creamy fur. "...again," he added as he grabbed her arms and applied pressure, pushing her up and turning her on her side and then onto her back. Her member throbbed faster and faster as her lover's hand caressed her groin, his curious tongue prodding her in just the right places.

His tongue lapped up the fluid oozing from her ridged tip as he brought himself down on her, taking her penis into his mouth again. She squeaked at the powerful sensations of pushing into his cheek and nuzzling Joel's tongue with her length. The way he tugged and lapped at her sensitive barbs seemingly made her melt. The tension in her loins grew intensely, almost exponentially. Another spurt of preemptive fluid against his tongue and a rising breath rate from his lover told Joel all he needed to know. He redoubled his efforts, going faster this time, caressing her testes and perineum harder. Floriil's knot began to expand slightly as her moans became more frequent and louder.

Joel's strong hand wrapped around the base of her knot, stroking the sensitive bulge forcefully yet delicately. His hand was pumping her knot at just the perfect rate. Too fast, he knew, and her peak would approach too quickly for the stimulation to be fully appreciated by her abused nerves. But too slow, and her peak would stay ever beyond her reach. At this perfect rate, however, her peak approached steadily and her pleasure oscillated in intensity in a beautiful sine wave with a gradually increasing amplitude. At this point, the amplitude term rapidly approaching infinity.

Floriil's moans of delight were louder and louder; her body writhed with untold potentiality. She was approaching her critical point rapidly; her lover, of course, noticed this and decided to stimulate her as much as physically possible: he wrapped his lips around her knot, squeezing the bulbis glandis into his cheeks with a wet squelch. The ocelot gasped at such a gesture. "Joel..." she gasped thrice, barely able to hold herself together anymore. Her bulging knot of tissue swelled twofold in his cheeks, tying the two together irreversibly. It was incomprehensible, a nigh supernova forming in Floriil's loins, her pink, swollen knot being immersed in the mouth of her lover, her ridged glans pushing into his tight throat, the fleshy barbs on her penis being pulled and tugged so powerfully and delightfully by his oral muscles. She could hold back no longer upon feeling deep vibrations pulsing into her swollen length, a result of his gentle humming designed to lovingly stimulate her. Her squeaks and moans were a symphony of beautiful music to her lover, giving him the encouragement and desire to go harder and faster just to hear more from the woman he loved.

Two furry hands clutched Joel's head as a tsunami of pleasure crashed over her senses, driving her to a primal moan. Floriil moaned his name as a tremendous blast of stellar hot alien seed exploded out of her, flooding Joel's mouth with the surprisingly sweet creamy substance. Her entire dual-chambered prostate heaved heavily as ten-or-so more equally massive effusive explosions followed, gushing into his mouth and flooding him with heat. The copious wealth of fluid flooding his gate was somewhat difficult to contain due to its volume, leading a small amount of the light cyan-hued liquid to dribble out from his lips onto Floriil's spasmodically pulsating groin. He smeared the hot cyan seed on the very base of her member, directly above the sheath, and slowly slipped his index finger inside, using it as lubrication. Floriil's back arched powerfully as his finger caressed and swirled on the inside of her extremely erogenous sheath. Her muscles tensed once more with extraordinary pleasure and she orgasmed again, spewing more gusts of thick cyan seed into Joel's mouth and squirming on the mattress. Her combined explosions of bliss lasted over a minute, and her muscles eventually began to tire from the continuous strain of the powerful orgasms. It was by several orders of magnitude the best and most intense sensations she had ever experienced.

After what seemed like the most pleasurable eternity imaginable, Floriil's blasts of her sweet cream crawled to a dribble.

Joel, meanwhile, savoured the result of all his toils. Her hot cream was delectable in every way, reminiscent in flavour of what he could only describe as a mixture between sweet dough and... lobster, perhaps? An odd melange of flavours, of course, but delicious nonetheless. She was so deliciously malty with just the right dash of salinity. The sweet aroma went along perfectly with the firm, meaty taste of the hard knot throbbing in his cheeks and pushing onto his tongue. The supple barbs on her length tickled him as they smoothed over his tongue.

To Floriil, of course, it was nothing less than pure bliss. Feeling her throbbing knot swell in his cheeks, feeling the untold millilitres of pure ecstasy she ejaculated forcefully into his vulnerable mouth, feeling his deft finger lubricated with her own seed dancing on the interior of her vulnerable sheath... her body felt completely numb in comparison. She groaned lowly upon sensing the sudden incredible tightness of his swallowing, squirting just a tad more, her knot still implanted immovably in his cheeks. He groaned deeply, intended more for expressing his enjoyment and satisfaction than pleasuring his lover, but it had achieved both quite well.

"Oh, Joel..." she sighed breathlessly, "That was incredible." The Jaffean writhed slightly in the glorious afterglow of the most powerful explosion of stimulus she had experienced in all her twenty six years. Her human's subtle and delightful oral contractions occasionally elicited a small squeak and squirm from her. She tried to suppress her squeaks and chirrs for fear of embarrassing herself in front of Joel, but what she didn't know was that he adored her feminine sounds. Seeing the petite feline woman he loved squirm and squeak at his firm caresses was nothing less than musical.

He muffled an amused groan, reverberating vibrations into her muscle. Floriil, regaining at least some semblance of her consciousness from the afterglow, realised that her swollen knot was still planted immovably in the human's mouth. "I'm sorry," she said bashfully and exhaustedly, looking shyly away from him. "I didn't mean to choke you." That statement really was genuine; she would be swollen for at least several more minutes, a part of her anatomy of which she had little control- not to mention the embarrassment she felt at such an animalistic thing.

Joel responded by intertwining his fingers with hers and squeezing her hand, his standard signal for, it's okay. His brown eyes glanced knowingly at her verdant ones, and they shared a happy smile. He could extricate her knot, of course, but she was still so inflated that she would have to scrape along his teeth, and he had absolutely no desire to harm her. Instead, he simply smiled at her and massaged various parts of her body which would relax her, including her back and her thighs. For half an hour they both laid there, tied inseparably, becoming more fatigued by the second.

Joel eventually admitted mentally to himself that his jaw was beginning to ache terribly from being forced open so far for so long, but continued with his ministration nevertheless. Floriil let out a small sigh as she could finally feel the blood start to slip out of her length, causing her swollen bulge to gradually recede and return to normality. Joel made sure to purse his lips with extra tightness as her knot finally slipped out of his mouth with a small squelch. The ocelot sighed in blissful pleasure as her tumescent pink length gradually crawled past his tight lips, pleasurably stroking and tugging each one of her fleshy barbs, and back into its sticky, white-furred sheath.

The human's gentle kisses moved up gradually from her groin, through her abdomen and chest, up to the Jaffean's lips. Those spotted furry hands smoothed over his cheeks again as their tongues wrestled, however tiredly. Joel and his ocelot laid on their sides, kissing and running their hands through the other's hair. Joel's strong fingers stroked through Floriil's wavy hair. He loved its appearance: half-black and half-white, zebra-coloured and striated, reaching down to her clavicles in an adorable pixie cut. It was also exotic, yet beautiful nonetheless, in that it had no dye; the genetics of her species created a vast array of possible colour spectra for both fur and hair.

Their lips separated with a glint of saliva trailing between them. Joel pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you, Floriil," he said exhaustedly but no less passionately. A blush formed on both sentients' cheeks, a mixture of bashfulness and unrestrained emotion.

"And I love you, Joel," Floriil replied with a caress of her furry tail to his cheek. "Always and forever, I will love you." They kissed again and admired each other's oral geometries once more. Joel caressed the little heart-shaped rosette on Floriil's left hip, making her purr lowly at the ticklish sensation. He attempted a laugh in return but instead clamped his jaw shut and winced painfully.

"Are you okay?" Floriil asked concernedly, snapping herself back into consciousness despite the still-overwhelming afterglow of her powerful orgasms.

"Mm-hmm," Joel muffled. "My jaw aches a little, that's all." He smiled slightly as he registered the pink paw pads of her furry fingers massaging his worn jaw.

"I'm so sorry, Joel," she said bashfully. "I didn't mean to hurt you, really, but I just couldn't help it-" She was interrupted this time by a smooth, non-furry digit to her lips.

"It's fine, Floriil," he said. "I love you. It's okay to have needs, and I'll do my best to sate them. Plus..." He scooted closer to her tapered feline ear. "...I love the way you taste." He nibbled the end of her rounded ear and tasted her delectable fur and warm flesh. The chirr of jubilation rumbling in her chest grew to a symphonic level. She wrapped her arms around him and sent reverberations into his chest from her purring.

"Likewise," she chirred. "But I'm exhausted." She sat up and pulled the disheveled bed covers from her tiny feline feet. "There we go..." she said happily as she pulled the thick covers over both of them. "Come here, Joel."

He smiled lovingly. "There's nothing I'd rather do..." He felt her warm striped and rosetted fur, thick and luxuriously plushy, press into his black naked skin. Her very long fluffy tail was curled around them as they embraced, tying the two sentients together much like they had been tied earlier.

"...and nowhere I'd rather be." Her gentle purring eventually began to subside as she slipped out of consciousness.

And with that, the couple dreamt peacefully.