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This story was written for Kemper. It contains M/F sex and blossoming romance between a furry guy and a human lady. <3

[center][b][u]I Never Thought...[/u][/b][/center]

Willow felt like a creep as she stared helplessly into the eyes of the stranger across the bar.

She [i]never[/i] did this. Never acted this way around people. But then... she'd never thought she could feel so much, so soon, for someone quite like him. For someone she hadn't even met, unless you counted a couple of hours of casual stalking.

All evening, the red-head and her friends had been sitting around, chatting and drinking at the far end of the bar. It had been fairly early on that the human female had seen him, standing waiting for drinks with his own group of friends. At first, she hadn't given him much thought at all. He was just another guy, albeit a pretty cute one. But then... she'd seen him again. And again. It had been almost an hour before Willow realised that she wasn't just happening to spot him in particular out of the corner of her eye. That she was [i]looking[/i] for him. Seeking him out without realising it, and admiring that cuteness at a far more personal level than she had been prepared for.

His hair looked thick and lush, and the way it rose up the back of his head and between his ears like some sort of tufted mane was ruggedly handsome in a way that no human male could ever have pulled off as far as she was concerned. His fur was a deep blue, and not only provided a beautiful contrast to his white teeth when he grinned and laughed, but even more so to the bright jade green of his eyes. His body was strong without being too obviously muscular. Lean and toned, and when the feline male leaned over the bar whilst waiting to be served, his t-shirt rode up just far enough to allow Willow a glimpse of his lean, taut flanks.

No matter how hard she tried to focus on her friends conversations, on the business of having herself a fun night out after a long week of work, Willow kept being drawn back to him. Time and time again she felt her mind tuning out the mingling voices of those she was with, and instead filling itself with imagined conversations of what he was saying at his table at completely the other end of the bar. He seemed funny. Almost every time his muzzle opened, his friends laughed at some point or another. He seemed sweet, getting pats on the back and even a playful fluffing of the hair from one of the other guys at his table. Oh god... Willow hoped he wasn't gay. She wanted to at least keep this silly little fantasy of hers alive for a little longer, before accepting the simple fact that they had nothing whatsoever in common and no reason to ever interact beyond sharing space in this bar.

The more the evening progressed, the more Willow became terrified by the idea of this fuffy man leaving with his friends. She couldn't believe how much she wanted to meet him. To talk to him. To simply let him know that she existed. She [b]never[/b] did this. And yet, here she was, obsessing over some dude she'd never said so much as a single word to. A man who could easily have been a jackass, or boring, or too into healthy eating, or... or a million other things that would break the spell she was under if she knew them to be true for certain. At the moment though, all Willow had were her fantasies. And those fantasies were telling her that perfect or not, he was a prize that she would be an idiot to allow to slip away.

It was then, almost as that exact thought crossed the red-head's mind, that he saw her. That his head, mid-way through a turn towards the bar, froze, and his eyes widened as he noticed someone watching him.

The blue furred feline's eyes twinkled under the bar's dim lighting with what might have been curiosity or concern, and he cocked an eyebrow at Willow as she sat there, frozen with horror at having been caught and thus unable to do anything but continue to stare

When finally, after perhaps three or four infinitely long and painfully drawn out seconds, the male's eyes returned to his companions around the table, Willow sagged visibly in her seat. She closed her eyes and wished that the leather against which her body was resting would simply swallow her up, praying that when she looked again this would all have turned out to be some elaborate daydream turned waking nightmare.

Drawing a deep breath through tensely pursed lips, Willow stopped trying to bury herself in the shadows of her booth and glanced nervously back at the male's former table. Her eyes widened, and she barely managed to stifle a whimper of simultaneous relief and dismay. He was gone. The rest of his friends were still there, but he was nowhere to be seen. Had she scared him off? Had he decided to head home before this crazy stalker lady could stare at him any longer? Or was he going to the management right now, asking whether there was anything they could do about the creepy human chick staring at the anthro like he was some sort of zoo exhibit.

"Excuse me, ladies..."

Willow practically leapt out of her skin when a moment later, a figure stepped seemingly out of nowhere and came to a standstill before their booth. It took her a few moments to realise that in her tunnel-visioned focus on where Kemper had been seated previously, she had failed to consider the fact that he might have taken anything but a direct, line-of-sight route across the bar. And even then, the idea that he might come [i]here[/i], towards the creepy lady who had been eye-stalking him all night, seemed ridiculous.

Yet... there he was. Smiling bashfully at the confused looks upon the rest of the group's faces, and the stunned, terrified expression Willow was currently unable to shake.

"Sorry to disturb your evening, but... I was just on my way to the bar to get a drink, and I thought maybe... uh... maybe you'd like to join me?"

He was looking at Willow now. That handsome feline man, he was looking right at her. So, for that matter, were all of Willow's friends. They stared at her with a whole mix of expressions, some obviously wondering if she knew this guy from somewhere, others annoyed on her behalf that she was being hit upon what to them was absolutely out of nowhere, and a couple smirking and nudging her under the table with their legs, eagerly urging her to do as the cute guy was asking.

The redhead blinked a couple more times, still shell-shocked by the man's presence in what was now her world, before with a strangled whisper of her usual voice, she nodded weakly and began to rise from her seat.

"S-sure. I'd love... I... I mean, I'd really like that."

She was shaky on her feet as she attempted to squirm her way past her friends, and very nearly toppled backwards into their laps early on. The last few shuffling steps however were made much easier and more secure as the blue furred feline reached out with one hand, and gently offered it to Willow in order to aid her balance. She took it, and tried not to react as her more approving friends giggled with childish excitement. Of course, her face was glowing almost as brightly as her vivid ginger hair at that point, but [i]she[/i] remained blissfully unaware of the fact, and the furred male didn't say a word. He just led her carefully out from the booth's clutches, and with a gentle sweeping motion of his other arm offered her the opportunity to lead the way to the bar.

It was only when they reached the bar itself that Willow realised she was still holding onto the male's hand, and dropped it like she'd just realised it was actually a dead mouse. She gasped in mortified embarrassment, and shook her head as she looked up at the taller male's smirking muzzle and those glimmering emerald eyes.

"I... I'm so sorry. Maybe this was a bad idea."

Just for a moment, one of the male's hands came to rest upon the side of her arm. It wasn't meant to hold her in place, indeed his fingers barely brushed against the fabric of her shirt, and she knew it. It was just contact enough to make her hold his gaze, not to turn and walk away, not to look to her feet in embarrassment, as he got to put forward his own side of things.

"I don't know if it's a good idea or bad idea. I don't think we've had time enough to figure that out yet. But... personally? I'd really like to try. Let me buy you a drink. Please?"

Willow whimpered bashfully, but nodded. She saw the furred male's hopeful smile burst into an undeniably excitable grin as he turned to the bar and sought the attention of one of the staff, and the redhead couldn't help but feel the corners of her own mouth turning upward at the simple fact of how damn cute he looked when he smiled.

Less than a minute later, they were standing at the bar with drinks in their hands; sailor Jerry and cokes for both of them. They each took a single sip, and with the same breath tried to talk over one another.

[i]"So I should probably ask..."

"I'm really sorry for staring earlier..."[/i]

They smirked.

[i]"You go first..."

"Please, go on..."[/i]

They laughed, both falling silent but gesturing to the other person in the exact same manner. Finally, after this bout of giggling and waving of arms had lasted about ten seconds, it was Willow who broke free and managed to say what she had been wanting to since the first moment she'd found herself in vocal range of the blue furred feline.

"So... I'm really embarrassed. I can't believe you caught me staring at you like some sort of stalker. I don't do that."

Willow felt her pale cheeks glowing once more as the male chuckled, taking another sip of his drink before responding.

"If it helps, I'm glad you did."

Though his dark fur made it harder to see, Willow was fairly certain she could see his own face flushing beneath its lush blue coat. She tried not to look too happy about what she'd just heard, even though a tiny version of herself inside her head was now jumping up and down and squealing madly.

"O-oh?"

The feline nodded. By now he was definitely blushing, and the slight shakiness that thus far had been restricted to Willow's voice alone began to infect him too.

"Yeah. You're... you're a very pretty woman. And, well... I... I never really expected someone like you to look at me in... u-uh... the way you did."

As soon as he'd said it, the male clearly seemed to regret every last word. His eyes widened. He set his drink down on the bar, and raised both hands to his head, massaging his temples as under his breath he growled at himself.

"Idiot..."

Still shaking his head, the feline sighed in frustration.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Any of that."

Now it was one of Willow's hands that came to rest upon his arm, and her reassurance that forced him to continue meeting her warm gaze.

"Why not? It's fair. I did look at you [i]that[/i] way. Maybe I shouldn't have... maybe that's the inappropriate thing here. But I did, and there's nothing wrong with saying it. As for the other thing? Well... i-if by someone like me, you [i]don't[/i] mean a ginger?"

Running her free hand through her hair, Willow wiggled her eyebrows to further emphasise that she was kidding. To her relief, the male laughed, his tense body beginning to relax once more. She continued to smile at him, and picked up where she'd left off.

"If by someone like me, you mean a human, rather than an anthro? Then... I know how you feel. I have anthro friends of course, you met some of them already back at the booth. But... have I ever had an anthro show [i]interest[/i] in me? Ask me out, or anything like that? Hell no."

Taking a deep breath, the feline male decided to take a risk. Following on from what the human had said to him, he added...

"Maybe you've... uh... wanted one to, though? Show... show [i]interest[/i], that is?"

Willow bit her bottom lip, and took a sip of her drink. Obviously these two actions didn't exactly work well together, and she choked as a trickle of icy coke and rum ran down her chin and dripped down the open fronted cleavage of her shirt. Groaning in embarrassment as she dabbed and wiped at herself helplessly with her own bare hands, she dared not look at the man standing before her. It was only when he spoke up again that she did turn her gaze towards him once more, and then with a now all too familiar look of stunned disbelief spread over her features.

"Because... hi. My name's Kemper, and... uh, I know we don't know each other very well yet, but, I'm [i]interested[/i] in you... and I'd like to learn more."

For a few seconds, Willow kust stared at the feline. At Kemper. She stared at his bashful smile. At his wide, sincere eyes. At the hand outstretched to shake her own. Then, as all of a sudden the rules of social interaction flooded back into her mind, she grabbed his paw in one of her slightly damp, coke-sticky hands, and shook it eagerly.

"Hi Kemper. I'm Willow, and... putting aside all that you've seen of me thus far; the details of which we'll never speak of again after this moment... right?"

She paused, and grinned as the male snorted with laughter, nodding obediently.

"Well then, since we've just met... might I first say how [b]very[/b] forward of you it is to approach me like this..."

Kemper laughed harder, and Willow's cheeks flared with giddy delight.

"...but also praise you on how observant you are. Because Kemper? I'm interested in you, too. Very.... [i]very[/i] interested."

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"God... you're so... so... [b]interesting[/b]."

It was almost one AM when Willow found herself pinning Kemper to the rear wall of his apartment building's elevator, whispering into the feline male's ear as he nibbled affectionately at her neck. His muzzle withdrew moments later, and while breathing heavily with excitement, the blue furred cat murmured tenderly back at her.

"Not nearly as [i]interesting[/i] as you. I... I want to [i]learn[/i] about every inch of you."

Their lips burst into matching grins, and a split-second later they were kissing again. Since their first playful peck in the bar less than an hour ago, their respective mouth and muzzle had spent what felt like far more time in contact with one another than not. At first they had both been a little nervous and unsure, Willow never having made out with anyone who possessed a muzzle before and Kemper having never made out with anyone who [i]didn't[/i]. After a few unexpected bumps as Willow made contact with Kemper's lips well before she instinctively expected them though, and a few moments where Kemper's tongue found itself licking at the outside of Willow's lips when he had meant to slip it [i]into[/i] her mouth, they'd soon found out what worked for them.

And boy, did it work for them. It had worked them out of the bar and onto the subway. Off the subway and into a cab. And now it was working them right the way up to Kemper's front door, if indeed they made it that far.

"G-god... I love that you're so fluffy..."

Willow giggled and moaned under her breath as her hands slid beneath the fabric of Kemper's t-shirt, running all over his lean stomach, his chest and the smooth flanks of his torso.

"I could just rub myself all over you."

Her cheeks flushed as she realised the double meaning of that last comment, but before she could even attempt to bashfully retract it, she realised how they were acting. What they were doing. Where they were headed. Sure enough, when Kemper growled back at her it wasn't to chide her for the forwardness of her comments. Quite the opposite in fact.

"Please do. Your smooth skin against my fur... it feels amazing. You're so soft. So beautiful. [i]Fuck[/i] Willow... if someone had told me earlier tonight that I was gonna meet a lady like you, I'd... I'd have..."

The male's voice trailed off as their lips met feverishly once more, smooching and slurping at one another before breaking for another ragged gasp for air. Willow nodded urgently at Kemper as they caught their breath, pleading for him to continue.

"What? W-what would you have done?"

With a longing groan as he stared into Willow's beautiful, flushed face, Kemper shook his head in dismay.

"God, I don't even know. How the hell could I ever do anything to prepare myself for [i]this[/i]. For you."

Willow pressed closer to the male's body as he whispered those tender words to her. She could feel her head spinning as his arms ran up and down the length of her own, both of them delighting in the sensation of her smooth flesh against his paw-pads. This was all moving so fast, but not for a moment did she consider wanting it to stop. All she found herself hoping was that the speed wouldn't mean she had to miss out on anything. She wanted desperately to cling to every memory, every moment as it passed by. It was as though this was more than just a one night fling. More than just two people caught up in the heat of a new experience. It was like this was the start of something greater than either one of them, and her brain was desperately telling her to make the most of every second of it.

The elevator door popped open a short while later, and with Willow clutching at one of his hands Kemper rushed out and towards his apartment's front door, leading the giddy and giggling human behind him. He felt her arms wrapping around his waist once more as he fumbled in his jacket for the keys, and groaned as she began laying kisses across the back of his shoulders while her smooth fingertips traced the point where the fur of his stomach met with the waistband of his trousers. It was almost like she wanted them to drop lower. Almost like she wanted to touch his...

Kemper's key slid into the lock, and with a deep groan of delight from both of them the apartment door soon sprang wide open, only to swing heavily shut once more. The feline turned his head, the hand still clutching the key trembling in the air as he looked Willow up and down.

"D-do you... do you mind if I lock it? The key w-will be right here."

Willow's eyes widened for a moment, and she giggled bashfully.

"You're sweet, Kemper. But... I know what I'm doing here, and I want that door locked tight. So no-one can disturb us... and so I know you can't slip away from me."

The blue furred feline barely managed to lock the door before he was dragged away from it and deeper into his apartment. He watched, grinning and panting loudly as the human woman pushed open the kitchen door, then the bathroom, before finally locating the apartment's living room. She giggled, glancing between the door in front of which she was now standing, the one remaining door at the end of the hallway, and the man who knew what lay within both of them.

"Can I... I... I mean, can we...?"

Kemper growled tenderly, taking advantage of the fact that he and Willow were clutching at one another's hands so tightly and pulling the redhead away from the living room door. He embraced her firmly, and with a grunt of passion pressed her up against the hallway's plainly painted wall. Again their lips mashed together, and even as the feline kissed the furless beauty, he murmured to her excitably.

"Bedroom... living room... you could lead me into traffic, Willow. I don't care where. I just want to be with you, in whatever ways you'll let me."

Given the feline's obvious willingness, and Willow's obvious eagerness, it was little surprise that less than a minute later two happily quivering bodies were falling down onto Kemper's bed. They practically raced one another to the top of the bed, and when Kemper's home field advantage and the fact that Willow had to pause to take off her shoes led the feline to plant his head amongst the pillows first, he soon found the giggling, wild-haired human falling practically flat atop him. They wriggled, squirmed and moaned against one another for a short while as they fought to get comfy, and sure enough soon their lips were united once more.

Kemper lay flat upon the bed, hands shamelessly mimicking the human's earlier actions as they slipped beneath the fabric of Willow's shirt and ran up and down the length of her back. She meanwhile had her arms resting either side of the feline's body, holding herself in the perfect position to keep their kisses as deep and lengthy as possible. Willow's copper hair fell down around their flushed, smooching faces like a sheild; sealing them in their own little world together as they made out. The only world that existed for either one of them was locked away within those fevered kisses. At least, until at almost the exact same moment both the lovers felt something [i]more[/i].

Willow gasped as she heard a brief snapping sound, and felt something loosening around her torso. It only took one look at Kemper's suddenly wide eyed and shamefully aghast face to realise that he hadn't [i]intended[/i] to unclasp her bra, that he had simply been caught up in exploring the softness of her bare flesh. Thankfully though, it took only a giggle and a playful peck at the tip of the feline's nose to reassure him, and soon Kemper's hands were back in motion. Not simply continuing to explore the rear of her torso, but now sliding the straps of her loosened bra out of the way, effectively beginning to peel it away from the human woman's body even before removing her shirt.

"O-ohh..."

It was that deep, lustful growl from Kemper that granted him his own realisation, as the feline male felt a tremor of pleasure that was more than just an embodiment of his delight at having found such an incredible woman as Willow. It was a physical surge. A wave of actual sexual excitement, and there was only one source from which such a powerful eruption of feeling could have come. Sure enough, Kemper felt Willow continuing to squirm and wriggle astride him, and now couldn't [b]not[/b] notice the state of his own body. The way that as she moved, she ground her thighs against his crotch. The way she stimulated him, and unintentionally pleasured his uncontrollable, undeniable erection.

"Oh... Willow..."

He tried not to make his arousal too obvious, but the more they kissed and touched one another the harder it grew... and the [b]harder[/b] it grew. Kemper couldn't believe that Willow hadn't noticed yet, as it seemed like she was practically trying to masturbate him between her thighs with every wriggle and twitch of her eagerly active body. She was moaning and giggling hungrily as they continued to make out, and seemed delighted by the fact that his furred fingers were now teasing their way beyond the waistline of her own trousers. But much as she was obviously enjoying their intimacy, she had yet to make any move that suggested a desire to explore Kemper's lower regions.

Or so the feline believed, right up until the moment when Willow stopped kissing him and whispered in a thick, husky moan...

"A-are you really just gonna keep lying there and letting me tease you? Or... o-or are you gonna ask if we can take our clothes off already?"

Without waiting for a response, the human woman rolled off Kemper's body. With her face flushed brightly as the male turned his own stunned features to look at her, she began to unbutton her short sleeved shirt. Soon her arms were free, and with a soft, bashful whimper she peeled off her already unfastened and loosely resting bra. She paused, waiting not expectantly, but hopefully for a reaction from the feline male.

A reaction which came in the form of a savage, lustful growl just seconds later.

"A-are you gonna take off the rest, or do I have to tear it off you myself? Because... I think I'd like that."

Kemper was peeling his t-shirt up and over his head even as Willow's hands began to fumble with the button of her jeans. By the time she was working on her zipper he'd already caught up, hurriedly raising his hips to loosen and pull off his belt, only to find his already reddened face flushing crimson as the woman beside him froze. She stared up at his now airborne midsection, and let loose a desperate moan of excitement as the already ample bulge in his black trousers was accentuated, twitching visibly as it reacted to being observed. After that, it became less a race and more of a shared, mutually desperate war with their own clothes to get them off as quickly as possible. To his disappointment, Kemper couldn't even claim to see what type of underwear Willow was wearing that first night, for her jeans and whatever lay beneath them came off together. Her socks were the last item to depart her body, and she tossed them atop the male's discarded trousers and boxer shorts with a burst of giddy, bashful laughter.

The two lovers rolled over onto their sides at almost the exact same moment, and regarded one another's naked bodies. Neither one of them was so naïve as to assume that the other had never seen a nude anthro or human before. The internet existed after all. But if what each had claimed was true, and both parties believed that it was, this was Kemper's first time seeing a naked human woman in the flesh... and Willow's first time seeing a naked anthro man of [i]any[/i] species, never mind one as... [i]varied[/i] in its background as Kemper.

Kemper allowed them to share a few moments of awed silence as they ate one another up with their eyes, before addressing the obvious elephant... or perhaps dog... in the room.

"I... I know I'm not exactly the [i]cat[/i] you might have been expecting, but I-a-[i]ahhh[/i]!"

Before he could say anything more to explain himself, Willow had reached out and wrapped a hand around his cock. Around the engorged, red length of his thick, pointed tipped and knotted based [b]canine[/b] erection.

Feeling it pulse and twitch within her unexpectedly warm, smooth grasp, Willow shuddered happily. She giggled as she saw Kemper looking at her in a mixture of awe, lust, and quite frankly disbelief that such a woman existed.

"I didn't expect to spend most of my evening staring at a cute, fluffy guy. I didn't expect to end up going home with him. I... I didn't expect any of this, Kemper. But I'm glad it all happened. J-just like I'm glad I get to touch you, h-hold you in my hand... and say that I've never been so turned on by a man's cock in my life."

Kemper didn't know how to respond to a heated comment like that, so he didn't. He just lay there on his side, watching the human female's bare body trembling and wriggling upon the bed as she began to stroke his shaft. Never before had the feline really paid attention to the sight of having his own erection toyed with, and he found it actually rather enthralling to watch Willow's arm in motion. Watching her chest rise and fall in time with the throbs and twitches of his member. And of course, the ragged breathing and rosy glow upon her face that betrayed her own arousal from pleasuring her lover.

Given how much fun Willow was having, it didn't surprise but certainly delighted Kemper when she snuggled up closer to him and gently pushed the feline male over onto his back. With her left hand now resting upon his forehead, gently and affectionately stroking the lush mane of hair that was one of the first things she had noticed about Kemper, Willow picked up the pace of her right hand's stroking and squeezing. She relished each gasp and murmur from the male. She shuddered joyously each time his hips rose of the bed, pumping up against her increasingly firm masturbatory strokes. Finally, she let slip a lustful whimper of pained temptation when his now deeper, more gruff voice sang out to her.

"C-can I... I could, h-help you too. Return the favour, I mean."

It took all Willow's willpower to say no, and even then she didn't actually manage to get the word out, just shaking her head with an unconvincingly needy whimper. Her explanation however, when finally she did manage to utter it, was enough to convince the blue furred feline of her intentions.

"You'll have your chance, I p-promise. Right now, I want to focus on you... a-and if you started touching me? Even just a little?"

She didn't say what would happen if the feline touched her, but the heated whimper she allowed to slip through her lips only served to make Kemper wish that he could find out. He resisted the urge to do so though, and simply trusted in her promise that he'd have ample opportunity in time to come. For now he lay back, watched Willow's eager, flushed face contorting in its own beautiful expressions of excitement as she jerked him off, and felt pleasure beginning to surge through his body in ever greater, more relentless volumes.

"F-[i]fuck[/i], Willow... just like that..."

The faster Willow stroked and squeezed him, the less control Kemper had over his muzzle. He found himself not only gasping and moaning louder and louder, but calling out to the woman lying beside him in his pleasure stricken fever. It was easy to think in the midst of a first-class handjob like this that he'd never had better, but Kemper truly was struggling to recall a time when he had ever enjoyed a first time sexual experience with someone even remotely as much. It wasn't even just about the pleasure, though obviously that played a rather large factor. Truly, what set this feeling apart from others was how comfortable Kemper felt with this woman.

In a strange way, the fact that she was so different from him physically made it all the more easy for them to find harmony. She knew they were different. They both knew it, and so from the very start had been free in their visual and tactile explorations of one another. They knew this first time was all about exploration. About learning. About feeling things that they'd never felt before. Smooth skin against their own furred flesh, and vice versa. A whiskered muzzle pressing to their lips, and vice versa. So many new and wonderful experiences, and so little expectation to compromise their enjoyment of what they found.

"My knot. R-rub my knot... please, baby..."

If he'd been with another anthro, it might have seemed like stating the obvious, perhaps arrogant of Kemper to beg for that particular kind of stimulation as he felt his orgasm approaching. But not only did the feline feel no shame in his desperate pleading to Willow, he could see how happy it made her to be directed. To be shown yet another secret of how to make him feel as good as possible, which seemed her now almost single-minded goal.

"Are you close? T-tell me you're close, k-kitty. Tell me you're gonna cum."

Her voice was thick and honeyed, layered with so much arousal that Kemper had to glance down between her legs just to make sure she hadn't started pleasuring herself. There were no beautiful pale skinned fingers resting between the woman's trembling thighs, but Kemper could see how flushed and swollen the lips of her pussy were, and it was impossible to ignore the glistening trails of arousal that had at some point began to run down the thigh which lay against the bedding. Even if the feline male hadn't been having his knot firmly caressed and squeezed by... not the woman of his dreams, but the kind of woman he'd never [b]dared[/b] to dream of, he would have howled in pleasure at such a sight.

Considering that he [i]was[/i] being pleasured that intensely however, he let loose a yowling cry of ecstasy in answer to Willow's question. A cry that came alongside the first of many hot ribbons of cum to erupt from the straining, throbbing tip of his rigid shaft.

"Willow... oh [i]god[/i], W-Will... [i]aaa-[b]ahhhhhhh[/b][/i]!"

The redhead watched, transfixed and frozen aside from the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the rhythmic twitching of her toes in time with each pulse of Kemper's cock, as the feline male climaxed in response to her touch. She couldn't believe how hot it was to see him cumming, to watch as thick strings of his seed lashed out into the open air of the bedroom and came splashing down again all around. Streaks of cum landed on her outstretched forearm. They landed over Kemper's stomach, thighs and some even as far up as his chest. It was the latter strings however, less powerful in their eruption but no less productive, that Willow enjoyed the most. With each squeeze of her lover's erection a new rivulet of cum began to drool down his swollen and twitching shaft, not stopping until it met with the smooth, trembling flesh of her own fingertips.

Add all those visions of glorious ecstasy to the male's frantic orgasmic cries, and to the practically orgasm-worthy clutching and convulsions of Willow's own warm, wet depths, and you had an experience for the human that more or less added up to complete perfection. So much so that when Kemper's moans and the flow from his cock began to lessen, it was all that Willow could do not to start squeezing and stroking him hurriedly all over again in the vain hope that somehow it would lead to more of the same.

Instead, Willow scooted a short way down the bed until her own blushing cheeks and uncontrollably smiling mouth was level with the male's spent but still stiffened cock. She giggled as she felt Kemper shifting slightly, glancing up just in time to see his head raised and a wide eyed, glazed expression of complete satisfaction staring back down at her. Then, after granting only a teasing wink to the feline male in terms of warning, she lowered her head to his crotch and tenderly began to lap up every drop of cum that remained glistening upon or on the soft fur immediately surrounding his sensitive erection.

It didn't take long for even Willow's gentle teasing and tasting of his cum to become more than Kemper could handle, and with a firm growl he playfully pushed her head away from his crotch. The human woman pouted, but giggled as she watched Kemper pull himself upright. Anticipating what was coming next Willow willingly rolled over onto her back, and moaned softly as just like she'd hoped the male scrambled up onto all fours, only to launch himself forward and place his body directly over hers.

"That was amazing. [i]You[/i] are amazing, Willow."

He lowered himself down over the human's bare body, and for the first time the full length of her smooth, pale skin made contact with the full length of his lush furred form. They both moaned, but those sounds of pleasure were cut short and reduced to muffled whimpers mere moments later as they began to kiss. Hands roamed. Bodies rolled back and forth, though for the most part Kemper's weight remained comfortingly settled over Willow's own, and the soft smacks of repeated and frequent smooching filled the bedroom in place of the earlier orgasmic cries.

It wasn't all too long though before fresh moans began to ring out, not from Kemper, but at last from Willow. The feline male seemed unable to resist any longer, and his lover could no longer bring herself to deny him as the fingers of his left paw probed between her trembling legs. Willow's back arched, and with her face surrounded by a fiery halo of loose ginger hair, she gasped breathlessly as two of Kemper's fingers caressed perilously close on either side of her swollen, sensitive clit. Never had she felt a man touch her like this right from the start. Usually they went straight for the penetration, particularly if they had it in their heads that she was already aroused. But to have him not only focusing on her clit, but doing so with such tender and intimate restraint, the human's suspicions that this man was something truly special were growing more solid by the second.

"Y-you can... you can go a little harder. I can take it."

Just as he had guided her earlier, Willow gladly offered the feline some pointers as he continued to pleasure her. He did as he was told with a growl of appreciation, applying greater pressure and even ever so lightly bringing the very tips of his pawpads into direct contact with the ruby nub itself. The resulting cries from Willow and the moisture that met his fingers as finally he slid them a little lower, simply grazing between her flushed outer lips before returning them to that same sweet spot, made Kemper happier than he could possibly have imagined. If being pleasured by Willow was like touching heaven, then pleasuring her was like being told you had the penthouse suite with a perfect view of the pearly gates. Indeed, there was only one thing that Kemper could think of which could possibly be any more wonderful than what he was doing right now.

"Willow."

The feline's trembling voice whispered to the redhead between their latest pair of kisses. With a shiver of ecstasy as he caressed her clit once more, she nodded back at him.

"Y-yeah?"

Kemper looked hungrily into her eyes, pressing his nose affectionately to hers as he asked the question.

"Can I? Can we..."

Willow's eyes widened, and her already flushed cheeks burned a bright scarlet that left her hair looking practically dull by comparison. She giggled, her hands roaming rapidly down the length of the male straddling her to confirm what he seemed to be suggesting. She tenderly caressed his buttocks, only to slide her fingers around and explore what lay at the same latitude upon the far side of the male's lean figure. Her digits encircled his still firm erection, and a heady grunt of joyous disbelief escaped her when it twitched in response to her touch, a small dribble of pre trickling out over her fingertips.

"Already? O-oh god, Kemper..."

It couldn't have been five minutes since the feline climaxed in her hand, and there had been nothing remotely small or possibly forged about its potency. Yet there she lay, with a seemingly horny male straddling her and his trembling, dripping cock resting between her fingers and the open space between her legs.

Kemper grinned bashfully, shrugging from astride the smooth-skinned woman.

"My body obviously knows what a good thing it has here. It doesn't want to miss its chance. So... can we?"

The male's hands were still resting between her legs, still affectionately caressing her engorged clit as Willow fought the urge to [i]scream[/i] her answer at this machine of a man. With a strained, frantic whimper, the redhead nodded.

"God, Kemper... of course we can."

And then, just to drive her point home; cheeks blazing but eyes half-lidded and heavy with lust...

"F-[i]fuck[/i] me."

The two of them were so worked up, even Kemper feeling like he was already three-quarters of the way there despite having cum less than ten minutes before, that they wasted little time after Willow's more fevered plea. Kemper's arms reached down and grasped Willow by the knees, gently raising her legs until they were almost extended vertically into the air. He hooked his forearms under her trembling calves, and as the human female stared up at him with urgent nods and giddy whimpers of anticipation, he lined himself up with her swollen, needy pussy.

Where Kemper's fingers had been conservative in their contact, his cock was not, much to his lover's delight. Willow shrieked in ecstasy as Kemper slipped into her, but rather than taking things slowly and gently working the rest of his length inward, simply kept pushing. Over a matter of six or seven seconds the feline's ample cock sank all the way into Willow, and not once during that time did the human woman cease that same lingering, wailing cry of joy. When he began to thrust, the human saw stars. She didn't know if it was the shape of his erection, the fact it was a little larger than what she was accustomed to, or if it was simply to whom it belonged, but every stroke whether inward or retreating seemed to hit some sweet spot inside her. Willow had no intention of holding back, and that was a good thing indeed. For had she tried to resist the urges to scream, to claw at Kemper's back with her fingernails, or to buck her pleasure-stricken body up against the thundering force of his thrusts, she would have failed miserably.

The bed shook. The room shook. The world trembled at the fury of these two lovers united at last. Kemper could see nothing, feel nothing but Willow. She was his world. His all. He didn't care that he'd only known her for a matter of hours, this woman was everything that his life had been missing. The human meanwhile was no less infatuated. With every cry of pleasure and cataclysmic tremor that rocked her body as her inner muscles clamped down around the feline's knotted cock again and again, she felt more and more as though something almost divine had brought her here. Brought them together.

It was little wonder, given their amorous frenzy, that neither one of the pair lasted. They had barely been locked together for two minutes when Kemper's eyes bulged, and though he tried to warn Willow of what was coming, only a strangled mewling escaped his muzzle. The redhead knew, of course. She could see it in his eyes. But that fact changed nothing, except perhaps for the way her thighs tightened their grip upon his hips; holding him a little tighter as his thrusts became less and less controlled and more and more unbearably wild in their animalistic ferocity.

"Now!"

Willow wailed, [i]sobbed[/i] in ecstasy as Kemper's shaft plunged into her once again, his thick knot grinding itself against the outer limits of her pussy and rubbing intensely at her sensitive, swollen clit.

"Cum with me, K-Kemper. [b]Please[/b]!"

A bestial shriek escaped the thrashing, trembling redhead as a guttural snarl tore itself from Kemper's maw, and she felt a hot gush of her own juices boiling out around the male's cock as it began to strain and throb urgently once more. She clutched at him with all the strength she could muster, whimpering and crying out over and over as the feline emptied his balls of every remaining drop they possessed; milked to perfection by the quivering convulsions of the human's own orgasmic rapture. Their bodies burned. Their minds were wiped blank with the sheer overload of shared sensation. Their hearts raced with wild, uninhibited emotion. One final burst of shared, euphoric moaning and whimpering escaped them as they forced themselves back into motion, grinding and humping their way to every last tremor of pleasure that their bodies could bear. And then, all at once, they collapsed.

The two of them fell limp, conscious but almost unmoving in the heap of limbs and panting mouths that was the aftermath of their mutual ecstasy. Kemper could feel the tip of his tail twitching, and even that felt like too much exertion. Too much stimulation after what he'd just been through. Beneath him, Willow was soaked. Not just wet between the legs from her orgasmic ejaculation and Kemper's own slick offering, but her whole body glistening with a sheen of sweat. Her red hair was either spread out around her like a copper halo, or clinging to her face in wet, limp strands.

As they came down from that astronomical high, those intense feelings at the apex of their pleasure began to return to them in a more rational context. They felt their cheeks flushing as they realised that what they were feeling, they were feeling for a person they'd only known for a handful of hours. They felt their bodies quivering with embarrassment as much as delight as they considered what words might have slipped through their lips, had they been coherent enough to shout even a few words as they came.

How had that happened? How had they felt so much, even temporarily, for someone they knew barely anything about? It was ridiculous. It was childish.

Yet still, as they lay there rationalising those feelings, it most certainly wasn't something they regretted. If it meant having the chance to re-live every touch. Every kiss. Every thrust? Of course they would live through those emotions again, and embrace them with all the more shameless exuberance. It was the fact that this had been somehow more than just sex, more than just a hook up, which had made it so incredible.

And it was that fact, despite his fatigue, his embarrassment and the fear of ruining this near perfect night with rejection, that forced Kemper to speak to the still gasping, sweaty human lying beneath him without another moment's delay.

"I... I never thought my day would end like this."

Willow giggled. With what remained of her strength, she lifted one of her arms up from where they were resting upon the feline male's back and moved it up a little way. Fondly, she caressed his tufted headfur.

"I never thought I'd meet someone like you. And... I don't just mean today."

Kemper's eyes widened, and he whimpered with uncontrollable happiness at the weary, uncensored honesty of the human woman's comment. He kissed her. He kissed her again, and again. He kissed her until she was reduced to a helpless, giggling, squirming mess of bare, glistening skin beneath him, and only then addressed Willow again.

"Do you think, maybe... more days could end like this? That you might enjoy meeting someone... [i]like[/i] me, again?"

Willow didn't answer immediately. Her giggling trailed off, and though she didn't stop smiling, a more sober, serious twinkle entered her eyes.

"Kemper... baby... of course I want to see you again. I... I..."

She tried to play it off lightly, playfully, but her voice cracked with emotion. She paused, drew in a deep but shaky breath, and closed her eyes not in embarrassment... but simply because she didn't think she could get the words out if she had to look into Kemper's eyes at the same time.

"I can barely imagine even l-leaving your arms right now. The idea of not ever seeing you again?"

She shook her head, eyes still tightly closed.

"I never thought I would say this so soon. N-not to you, not to any man. But..."

Before Willow could say it, Kemper cut her off with a soft, lingering kiss. A kiss, which when it ended, was followed immediately by the feline male stealing the words cleanly out of Willow's mouth.

"I need you in my life."

The redhead's eyes sprang open. With a soft, desperate sob of joy, she wrapped her arms tightly around Kemper's neck, and kissed him once again. That stranger from across the bar who had not only [i]rocked[/i] her world... but felt like he could forever change it, too.

By Jeeves

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