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"Well good morning there, Mr Trace. . ."

"I. . . uh. . . wha?"

The figure sprawled out before the human was strikingly similar to one with which he was exceptionally familiar; that of course being the one belonging to a certain feisty tigress. The same species and breed, in fact, and even of the same bloodline. His now-fiance's sister, no less. A near identical pattern of orange fur and black stripes, along with a creamy white belly, all attached to the same lithe, slender frame, complete with long, flowing tail and cute little feline ears was laid out in front of him. Shamelessly nude as was so typical of keidran.

"Flora was right about you!" Ivy said with a smile, "you are a bit slow."

"Hey!"

The smile turned into a giggle.

"I didn't mean it like that!" she continued, stretching her paws out above her head, "it's cute. Actually, you're pretty cute. I can see why my sister likes you so much!"

That comment was enough to cause the human to blush. A bright red so vividly contrasted with equally bright blue hair.

"Well, I. . ." Trace was finally able to form words, "I was just looking for Flora. I figured she might be here.'

Ivy rolled onto her belly, chin propped up on her paws and tail arcing behind her, her ass moving slowly from side to side with each swish. A very nice, shapely ass.

Nicer that Flora's, he had to admit. Perhaps Ivy was a little. . . fuller, though not by much.

"She left early," came her response, "she's gone to visit Mom. I think she'll be back this evening, or maybe tomorrow if she stays the night. Didn't she tell you?"

"Um, she might have mentioned it. Sorry, I. . . forgot."

Speech was proving to be something of a difficulty for Trace Legacy. Certainly, he had grown accustomed, and intensely fond of, the sensual delights of the keidran body. So much, in fact, that he had forgotten the sensation of intimate contact with one of his own species. Still, in spite of what was becoming an increasingly lewd display, this was not Flora. This was someone new. Someone familiar enough, at least in outward appearance, but still someone new. And new meant exciting.

At least, whatever was going on in his pants suggested it was exciting.

"I can see you staring, Mr Trace."

"Ach!"

Trace averted his eyes, which until that moment had been fixed squarely upon Ivy's posterior. A blush crept across his face; the embarrassment of being caught red handed robbing him of even the few words he had been able to force out up to that point.

"I. . . I . . ."

How could he not! They were all so eager to show themselves off!

"I don't mind, Mr Trace," Ivy's voice was suddenly very, very soft, "you can look."

He didn't. He'd already seen, and as much as he wanted to look again, he held back.

"I want you to see. . ."

No. It wouldn't be right.

"Mmrrowww!"

It wasn't her enticing words, or even the delicate tickle at his nose of her feminine scent, it had been that growl. That lusty, needy growl. For all the world she sounded like Flora, though perhaps with a slightly less 'domesticated' accent. Slightly wilder, more. . . untamed. It was a sound she would make either when she wanted attention, or in the throes of passion.

And it sent a shiver of ecstasy rolling down the blue hair human's spine.

"Though I really just don't get it," Ivy said with a sudden shift of tone, and not a hint of concern in her voice, "you humans have these biiiiiiiiiiiiig comfy beds, and you don't share them! You could fit six or seven keidran on this thing!"

He looked. He couldn't help himself.

He looked, and nearly gave himself a heart attack. Ivy had moved again, rolling over onto her back, though this time with her legs spread, one knee raised and giving the human male a glorious view of her honeypot. Her tiny paw had found its way down her belly and between her thighs, one of her dainty digits slowly sliding up and down through her damp, deliciate folds.

Her eyes were half closed, and now locked to his. A sly grin spread across her muzzle.

"Hmmmm, Mr Trace," she cooed, hips now gyrating sensually back and forth as she push a finger inside herself, "do you like this? Does Flora do this for you? Let you watch?"

"I. . ." he stammered, utterly enthralled by the obscene display in front of him.

"Does she play with her pretty little pussy in front of you?"

A second digit joined the first.

"S-sometimes. . ."

Ivy increased her pace, glistening fingers now rhythmically sliding in and out of her cunt.

"Not enough, though?" she teased, drawing her now sodden paw up and to her muzzle, "you want a bit more?"

"T-that would be. . . n-nice."

For a few, drawn-out moments, the heated female keidran busied herself in licking the love juices from her paw, tongue slowly sliding across her fur, tasting her own essence. Her pussy, now completely soaked and dripping, was spread wide before him, thighs fully parted, inviting the human in.

"Did Flora ever tell you about keidran communal bedding?" she asked, now biting down softly on the finger still in her muzzle.

Trace gulped, unable to tear his gaze from the perfectly pink petals only a few steps in front of him.

"No," he said, a little confidence returning to his voice, "she didn't."

"Hmmm, she might not know much about it, she did grow up with humans after all. I think you'd reeeeeally enjoy it, Mr Trace. ..

"Please, just. . . Trace. Trace is fine."

Ivy fluttered her eyelids, her paw now clean and fingers tracing out circles in the fur just above her nethers.

"Well then, Trace," she continued, "you know what sort of stuff we do before sleeping? Seven, eight, maybe even ten young. . . soft. . . needy tigers in a bed? You'd go wild, with all the feeling, groping, sucking and licking that we do. Hmmmm, I miss it. Can't wait to get back home."

Trace took a step towards the bed. Ivy twisted her body, arcing her back and thrusting her chest upward, though all the while keeping her cunt directly in front of the human. Wanton, wet, and ready.

"Would you like me to show you? I can smell that yiou and Flora haven't broken this bed in yet. It smells too. . . clean. Do you want to dirty it up with me? We don't have to tell anyone, it will be our little secret."

Trace took another few steps, his legs coming into contact with the edge of the bed. One of Ivy's soft feet touched his knee, slowly sliding up his thigh before soft, warm footpads pressed into his crotch.

"I think you do," she whispered, "you're soooo hard."

"I. . ."

Her paws ceased their dance through her belly fur and slipped down to either side of her pussy. With another growl, even more heated and lustful than the first, she spread herself, opening her cunt and showing Trace her most intimate place, flesh the most perfect shade of pink and coated with her dripping nectar.

"Do I look nicer than my sister?"

"Yes."

"It's tighter, I promise. Do you want to find out?"

". . . yes."

"I'll let you do anything you want to me, Trace. Anything at all."

"I. . . I want. . ."

"You want what? A bit of wet, needy keidran pussy? This right here? It's all yours, just take it. Ravish me."

Words weren't needed beyond this point. A rarely spoken curse escaped Trace Legacy's mouth as he fell to his knees and buried his face between Ivy's creamy white thighs. His nose hit her clit while his lips found her slit, tongue diving between her folds and taking a deep, ravenous lick.

"Oh goddamn, YES!" the tigress screamed, "just like that!"

The human's hands shot upwards, running up the outside of Ivy's slender legs and reaching under her pert rear before squeezing hard and ramming her cunt harder against his face. The enthusiasm of his actions overmatched anything he had shown with Flora, even in those first few days when the human realised he had a taste for the exotic.

Exotic seemed to barely capture this particular female. Ivy was otherworldly. A spicy, tangy taste and the most heavenly scent to match. Trace was on autopilot, all notions of civility and propriety lost as he consumed the eagerly offered tigress pussy like it was his last meal. He plunged his tongue as deep as he could force it, probing about her entrance, sliding up her folds and pressing down hard on her clit.

"Yes. . ."

Her hard little nub earned a suckle.

"YES!"

Her vocalisations served only to double his efforts. Tongue working furiously, lapping and licking at her sex, love juices now running down his chin, Trace felt another desire build within him. Mindlessly eating out this keidran girl was one thing; it was something he routinely enjoyed with Flora, along with the enthusiastically returned favour.

But Ivy needed more. She wouldn't have shamelessly spread her cunt for him if she didn't want it.

"Ivy. . ." he used her name. With a great expenditure of effort, he tore his mouth from her nethers and locked his gazed with hers.

"IVY."

A wildness built inside him, though it became immediately apparent that as horny as the frantic bout of cunnilingus had made him, the recipient of his oral attentions was on another level. Keidran cultural norms, along with a society practically based on casual sex, had Ivy's eyes burning brilliantly, staring at him with a craven, brutal hunger.

"On the bed, human," she growled, "NOW!"

Trace did as instructed, both unable and simply unwilling to resist. His mind was fogged over with animalistic desire, clothing rapidly discarded as he deposited himself on the bed, face up. He was already rock hard, as hard as he could ever remember, cock sticking upright and pulsating with every beat of his heart and begging, yearning for a tight, wet vagina to sink into.

That, he got almost immediately.

Ivy was on him in a flash, her softly furred legs swinging over, straddling him just below her waist. Her juices smeared across his skin, still freely flowing from the action of his tongue in her slit.

"I hope you're ready for this, Trace," she moaned, shuffling up and positioning her entrance just above his tip, "I'm going to fuck you senseless. I'm going to ride you until you can't walk. Heh, you humans have nooooooo idea. . ."

Trace responded, almost as eagerly.

"Oh? he said, hands moving her hips, "I've had keidran, you know. I've got Flora."

"You haven't had wild keidran before, and you're not going to want that precious little flower of yours after this."

"I'm not sure if you caaaAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Ivy allowed for a split second of teasing, a moment hovering in time, with Trace's cockhead sliding through her searing, wet folds before she slammed her hips down, taking his length inside her with a single, savage motion.

She hadn't lied. Her sweet keidran pussy was tight.

"Oh YES!" she cried, her hips bottoming out. For the next few seconds, Ivy sat, impaled on Trace's cock, hips moving back and forth across his hips, the contact between fur and skin now complete.

"You feel amazing, Trace," she continued, slowly drawing herself back up, "your skin is so smooth. Hmmm, this human stuff isn't so bad. I could get used to it. Just. . . like. .. THIS!"

And again, she slammed down, pushing him again into her depths. Every inch of his cock was engulfed by her walls, squeezing down on his length. Shivers of pleasure wracked his body.

"Oh fuck yes! I like this. I LIKE THIS!"

Trace liked it too, more than a little. Much, much more. Ivy set about fucking herself silly atop him, slamming up and down, back and forth. She was impossibly warm, impossibly tight, and impossibly wet. The smell and sounds of sex rapidly filled the room. The human's hands wandered freely, grasping at he ass, pulling her down with each motion of her hips, his own thrusts ramming upwards to meet them.

"Ivy. IVY!"

The tigress threw herself forward, burying her muzzle in Trace's neck and biting. Hard. Hard enough to draw a few beads of blood, though nowhere near enough to stop the combined pumping of their hips.

"Mrrrowww! Trace!"

"Oh. . I can't. . . IVY!" Trace panted in response, "you feel. . . incredible. Fuck! AMAZING!"

"T-Tell me I'm better than Flora."

"So. . . so much better!"

"Y-you can have this. . . anytime!"

The pleasure, the raw, insane pleasure, rapidly became too much for the blue haired human to endure. His loins tightened, and length now painfully hard. Trace relished the sensation of every inch of her perfect, tight flesh rolling over him, squeezing about his glans, pressing down on every raised vein.

Too much. Far too much.

Ivy's walls squeezed down on his hypersensitive member even tighter. Her eyes shut, the young female keidrans muzzle hanging open as she let out a raw, wild cry. Trace's own climax hit at almost the same moment as hers.

Though, this wasn't to be a simple copulation, collapsing in each other's arms, a sweaty, satisfied heap. No.

Just as Trace felt his seed spurt forth from his tip, Ivy lifted herself, sliding her cunt off his cock and arching her back, her tiny, slender body twisting through all manner of obscene angles. The motion thrust her dripping pussy directly in front of his face. . .

. . . just as she squirted.

"OHHHHHHH FUCK YESSSSS!"

First a spurt, just a few drops splashing her essence across his face, followed by a gush as she madly came. In spite of her species, the fact that acts as lewd as this were not seen as something to be ashamed of, an expression akin to embarrassment crossed her face as waves of pleasure washed over her tiny body. Pussy spread and presented mere inches from the human's face, her lips parted and dripping, Ivy's orgasm had her squirting uncontrolably, over and over and over.

And then she felt a tongue press into her folds, deeper this time, deeper than before, giving her a long, sensual lick, tasting her juices as they continued to flow.

"T-T-T. . ."

Trace's own orgasm forgotten, he again set himself to frantically eating out his lover's sister. The taste this time was ten times as powerful, ten times as musky and almost indescribable sensual.

"TRACE!"

He got maybe five seconds of licking done before a paw slammed into his forehead, pushing him back down onto the bed.

"MORE!" Ivy demanded.

"Wha. . ." Trace was incredulous. Rational thoughts weren't exactly coming freely, but he had still thought this would have been a quick tumble, lasting the meagre minutes that it had, after which they'd simply pretend nothing had happened. An awkward mistake.

Clearly, Ivy had other ideas.

"MORE!" she yelled this time.

"Ivy, I. . . I. . ."

A paw landed across his face. Not enough to hurt, but still firm.

"I said more, human. What, you think one is enough? I said you wouldn't be able to handle a wild keidran. Well, we're going to find out. One just doesn't cut it. You're going to keep me cumming all night long. We're not stopping. I'm going to have you drained. I meant it when I said you wouldn't be walking after this."

The ferocity burning in her eyes, the insane, mad, unbounded lust seething through her form, told Trace that the only way this was ending was with him buried to the hilt inside Ivy's cunt.

"NOW!"

A paw slapped across his face for a second time. Before the third could come, Ivy spun herself about, facing her back to Trace before bending down and bathing his cock with her wet, feline tongue, coaxing him back to hardness. Though brief, she worked her tongue across his shaft with an enthusiasm and hunger he had never before felt. That, and the fact that she had thrust her cunt again into his face, had the desired effect of having him back at full mast in a near instant. Recalling that she had said he could do "anything he wanted" to her, Trace indulged himselfs in a few further mouthfuls of her delicious, pink snatch, each lick bringing a moan about his ravished cock.

Thirty seconds, and not a moment more, of this mutual oral passed before she again sat up, shuffling down until she straddled him reverse-cowgirl style.

She shot a wry grin over her shoulder.

"Ready?"

"N. . .no!"

Ivy didn't listen. As she had not five minutes prior, she lifted herself, pressing her femininity to his tip before easing herself down, savouring every moment of the second taboo encounter of the day. The first few gyrations of her hip were slow, enough so that Trace's hands found her pert, toned rump, his fingers grasping at her fur, feeling her flesh, the fullness of her ass.

She got a little faster, grinding herself back and forth.

"Oh fuck, Ivy," Trace moaned, pleasure again building in his nether regions.

"Hmmm, Trace?"

"IVY!"

Grinding became thrusting, and before the human had time to take stock of exactly what was happening, his vision was filled with the glorious sight of keidran ass bouncing up and down on his cock, every motion plunging him again between her folds, spreading her about his member. It was heaven. Tight, wet heaven. Nothing else mattered in that moment, nothing but the sensation of Flora's sister so shamelessly offering herself to him. Allowing him free access to her body, every inch of it. Not a thought in the world other than their pleasure.

He started to growl.

So did Ivy.

"Grrrr, cum in me!"

It only took another minute, their motions building to a second crescendo before orgasmic nirvana overwhelmed both of them.

Ivy kept going, riding herself to a third, then a forth. Trace was still hard, the afterglow of his second dying down, though rapidly replaced with a third buildup.

And a forth.

"M-Make me squirt again!"

And a fifth.

The evening didn't end for hours. Covered in sweat, scratches and sexual juices, human and keidran collapsed well after the sun had set, falling into a deep sleep.

"Traaaaaaaaace!"

He woke the following morning, the room still smelling of their sin, to the sight of Ivy. Her chest was pressed to the bed, rump and tail raised high, and that perfect, glorious pussy on display once again, dripping wet and ready.

"MORE!"