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"You're never conveniently close by when I need you to be...you know that?"

"A phone call and a few blocks is too much for you?"

Normally, Jaq would have bothered dressing up a little nicer if she knew she was going to have company over, but she barely had time to push her own panties down her thighs, the damp cotton still hanging over the edge of her cocked ankle.

The casual t-shirt that would have held her breasts didn't look so casual when it had been pushed up just enough to expose her nipples to an eager touch, but she was the only one there to supply the needed, tactile sensations...and the phone was wiggling against the cradle of her neck and shoulder, threatening to fall to the floor if she put a little more effort into the swirl of her fingertips.

Even if she had, she knew that any payoff wouldn't be enough; Regi might be enough, if she gave him a chance.

"If you knew what I was up to right now, you might understand t-the urgency a little better..."

On the other end, Regi was already snickering. "You mean you're not calling me in the middle of a run? You're panting for some entirely unrelated reason?"

"Not in the mood, bird brain..."

He wouldn't normally be so bold, but Regi knew the passion behind Jaq's rhythmic, desperate panting.

No matter how bashful he could be, he wasn't one to ignore the stirring between his own legs when he heard the muffled "O-oh, fuck," coming through the earpiece.

"Not that I don't know, but...since I wanna hear you say it, what kinda mood are you in?"

Jaq was certainly the more aggressive of the unlikely pair, but she'd made the opening move; giving Regi a clue to her current arousal was all the clearance he needed to tease her for the same, and if she wasn't so eagerly pressing her fingertips down on the hood of her clit, she would have been rolling her eyes at his comment, instead.

"Get the fuck over here, feathers."

"That's not a mo-

"Now."

Regi pulled the phone from the side of his beak, an audible gulp passing through the speaker, even at that subtle distance.

"And Regi? Wear something...y-you really don't like."

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Sitting back in an easy chair, her legs spread wide and her panties dangling from the end of her splayed toes, Jaqknew she was a catch...and she knew plenty of men that would have killed to walk through the front door to such an alluring sight.

Regi wasn't going to have to commit such a heinous act to gain entry, but some part of him really didn't believe that Jaq would make it so easy for him to push the door open and step through, especially when she was in such a state of undress.

"Close the door already, bird brain...you're letting in a terrible draft."

The shirt was gone, tossed to the floor beside the chair...and a quick wiggle of her toes did away with the panties that still held a soaking stain on the crotch.

It was a view that she wasn't willing to share with just anyone, and she wanted to make sure that Regi knew what exclusive company he was in when she stood up, her body kicking away from the cushion with greater confidence than such shaky, desperate legs should have allowed.

"Demanding that I come over, demanding that I hurry up and shut the door...you're just in a mood tonight, aren't you?"

"That's the whole reason I called you over, and you know it," she reminded him. Her hips were giving just a bit more of a sway than her usual walk, and as much as Regi should have tried to be a gentleman about his gaze, he couldn't help letting those orbs dance along with her gait. "I'm in no mood to be coy, Regi..."

"Surprising thing to hear from a cat."

"Cut the shit, feathers."

Much as she'd made a display of her saunter, Jaq was all business in her pace: she was on Regi before he had a chance to kick off his boots, and her claws were already pressing into an old, tired t-shirt when he found the courage to reply.

That same courage rapidly faded when his back slammed against the door and Jaq's naked womanhood straddled his jeans, soaking the aged denim.

"You know damn well that I'm in heat...and I'm not gonna sit here and let you tease me like that," she explained. "Get out of those pants before I turn them into a new set of shop rags..."

Just before his beak could open to ask about his shirt, he was forced to eat his words: claws raked down the front of his body, tattering the aged, off-white cotton into ribbons.

What remained would have looked a little silly to wear outside, but in the heat of that moment, it was a sincere display of just what Jaq would do to the rest of his outfit, if he didn't pick up the pace.

"I was gonna say that I needed a new set of them, but...p-point taken," he stumbled over the words, and that same trembling followed his digits as he dodged her flesh at every opportunity, focusing on his clothing first. "You, uh...y-you do have a condom, r-

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Regi!"

She grabbed his wrists in a tight, demanding grip and tugged, popping the button right off the front of his jeans and forcing the slack denim to drop to the floor.

He just managed to open his beak again before the riiiiiiiip of his boxers followed, and just that quickly, the red waxwing felt her gorgeous, naked form pressing up against his own.

"Stop sweating the little things and give me the big thing already..."

It was his last warning; he knew she'd simply take what she wanted, if he didn't overpower her and push her down to the floor.

Tempting a thought as that was, a wicked grin was starting to spread: he was more than happy to put his safety in her paws, knowing that they could shift from capable to cruel in the span of an instant.

"Or else...what?"

Curiosity was getting the better of the waxwing, but Jaq wasn't going to let curiosity win the night: for the rest of that evening, Regi belonged to her, and the eager press of her body against his own, nudging him further and further down the door was no different than a queen climbing into her throne.

Regi got the point, and for all his bashful nature, his body refused to play the same game.

"I was gonna come up with something frightening to say, but I've already got what I want," she claimed, letting her body drape into his lap, the soaking cleft of her petals resting just out of reach of the tip of his cock. "Bravado's overrated, anyway...actions speak a lot louder than words."

It sounded like someone else was knocking at the door when Jaq captured Regi's wrists again, slamming them up and over his head to keep him compliant.

She would have dared him to try and struggle free; she loved the idea of him putting up a fight, but as much as she was leaking onto his member, as much as the alluring scent of her heat was filling the room, and as much as her stare was holding him in a vice grip, she knew she'd already won the day.

She only needed to claim her prize.

"For the record...I'm gonna tell you right now that I'm gonna fuck your brains out," Jaq assured the lucky waxwing. "But speaking of actions, I sure hope you're not just planning on sitting there...because if you don't fuck back at me? I'm gonna pound your hips into dust."

Jaq didn't make idle threats to begin with: burdened by her heat, she emphasized her point with a sudden, skillful drop of her hips, guiding the tip of Regi's cock into her depths with a blind thrust...but once she knew she had him trapped within, she wasn't settling for a gentle bounce.

Knees rolled forth and dropped to the floor, and Jaq found the first genuine moment of relief went as quickly as it came; the glory of being so completely stuffed with Regi's cock only reminded her of how much more she needed to break the clutches of her heat cycle.

The pleasure that overtook Regi came with a much more frightening reminder: there was no condom to keep him from absolutely flooding her womb, and the way she moved, she'd break him in mere minutes.

"Damn...y-you're soaking wet, Jaq...I don't think you've ever felt this warm."

"They call it heat for a reason, bird brain."

Wincing though he was, Regi still managed a hint of a grin. "I think I'm starting to feel why."

"What did I say about words, Regi?"

He gulped, but before he could swallow that nervous lump in his throat, he felt another rapid, eager slam against the seat of his lap.

Regi's eyes wanted to wince, and every reaction in his body was pushing him toward that, but he refused: he wouldn't miss an instant of the sight of Jaq's capable, gorgeous figure bouncing down on his cock and draping the whole length in her plentiful arousal...

...He didn't dare to pass up on a chance to watch her breasts heave and bounce with every buck of her powerful, domineering hips.

"Seems you've g-got plenty to spare," the waxwing found his voice, and in turn, he found that blustering bought him a few more moments of time, but Jaq wasn't wasting any of hers: her tail gave a blissful curl as she rocked back and forth on her knees, bouncing and rolling herself upon every inch of his member. "So much for...t-those actions, hm?"

She admired that Regi could put forth such effort with his voice when she was working the seed right out of him; that he still had any breath was not only a testament to his endurance, but an affront to her skills.

She'd take the soul right out of his body before the night was through.

"You talk so f-fucking tough...but you're sitting there, letting me pin you," Jaq paused, feeling a brief struggle against her grip: her inner walls seized upon his cock with the first tremblings of a much needed orgasm, and that untold bliss heightened her strength in turn, keeping Regi's wrists pinned to the door. "Letting me ride you...fuck you...milk the fucking seed right out of you!"

Even if Jaq hadn't declared her intentions, she would have reached that goal moments later, but to hear the Somali cat coming unraveled was a thrill more powerful than mortal ears could handle.

To feel the climax that came along with it was more than Regi could have hoped to resist, but his only bragging point came when the feline steadied herself against that heavenly, internal throb, wanting to feel his body betraying his better sensibilities.

More than anything, honesty shined through as Regi panted with the first breath of his own release. "How c-could I ever...s-say no to you?" he asked, tripping over his words and breathing that much faster when Jaq started right into another round, churning the first warm, plentiful burst of his cum into a subtle froth. "Like you'd stop, even if I...oohfuck...even if I could break free..."

Gasping, trembling and thrusting harder than ever to start their second round, Jaq made it clear that their first foray was only setting the trend for the evening: she had plenty left in the tank, and she hoped she'd feel that much more before the morning sun came around again...but even in her heat, she could tell she'd taken the bulk of his seed on the first try.

"I'm glad that you've accepted your fate," Jaq whispered, her voice dancing back and forth between a sexually frustrated growl and a pleasured, relieved moan. "But I don't think I felt you pumping back enough, Regi..."

"Wait, Jaq! I didn't me-

Her giggle was frighteningly adorable.

"Say goodbye to your hips, bird brain."

Her backside crashed down against his thighs, her inner muscles clutched at his shaft, and her stubborn heat guided every moment of the act: her body demanded tribute...at least three or four more times.