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Reveille was sounded off at the usual time the following morning. The squadron fell into formation, roll call was conducted, and then everyone was dismissed. Missing from the roster was Krystal, to absolutely no one's surprise. She was still in bed, snoozing the early morning away. Nobody bothered to wake her, least of all Fox who marked her as present and accounted for. She woke up around 10, but didn't leave the comfort of her bunk until after 11. Even then she spent another half hour making herself look presentable, maybe not in the eyes of the dress code, but certainly for the many men who like to admire her body. She put on her class A's, the full set of her uniform. It included a blue double breasted jacket held together by golden buttons. It was unnecessary for her to wear, but she liked flaunting herself in it thanks to the desirable way it blossomed around her bosom and curves.

She left her room and walked the hallways of the station, catching the eyes of the many handsome soldiers around her. Short of catcalling her, they rubbernecked whenever she passed by, often twisting all of the way in their seats or losing track of where they were going as they walked past her. The residual clop clop of her heels striking the floor had become a staple of her presence, silencing conversations and entire rooms that she had entered. She loved every bit of the attention. She walked with pronounced sways to her hips and tail. She had the unfortunate habit of dropping things and picking them up in front of men, bending suuuuuper low in the process. She liked the way they squirmed in their seats sometimes, often sitting down and staying there until their excitement died down. Some men were less subtle than others, offering her polite "hello's" and "good morning's". She returned them everytime, often with a more sultry tone than was necessary.

She made her rounds through the base, brushing her tail across ankles and popping boners, until finally it was time to make her way to the cafeteria where someone would be waiting for her. The chow hall was crowded with enlisted pilots who were relegated to surviving off of whatever slop the base had to offer them. They crowded into the expansive hall and formed a dense line along the buffet where they chattered amongst themselves and piled as much goods onto their tray as there was to offer. Krystal was not one of them, nor was she there for food, at least not in the traditional sense. She was after someone, and she spotted him alone at one of the booths in the far corner of the hall, leaning back and waiting for her.

It was Panther Caroso, the jet black jaguar and fellow member of the StarFox squadron. He was in his class B's, arms outstretched along the length of the booth where he sat. His foot was kicked onto his knee, bouncing as he waited for Krystal's arrival. His slender black tail was coiled on the seat next to his thigh, twitching and coiling lackadaisically. He was tall and built, harboring a musculature that was dense as it was chiseled. His fur was black like pitch, not showing any of the jaguar rings which would've been patterned across his body. A deep pink scar swung down his cheek in the shape of a crescent, beginning beneath his eye and reaching down to his jawline. Piercing through his veil of blackness were a pair of hauntingly yellow eyes, ones that made Krystal's fur stand on ends once she saw them notice her. He looked towards her and smiled, perking up his long, thin whiskers. He waved, and she waved back. She slid into the seat across from him as the rest of the cafeteria began to fill in around them.

"Hello there," he said to her. His voice was smooth like a purr, with the slightest hint of a Spanish accent. Up close Krystal could see the heavy edges of his lantern jaw and the faint curve of his smile, hidden by the sheet of midnight fur around it. "How are you this afternoon?"

"I'm doing just fine," she said. She leaned over the table and rested her bosom onto her crossed arms. "A little tired, still waking up."

"Waking up? It's lunch time. You weren't awake for roll call," he teased.

She shrugged. "Didn't think it was that important. I was taking care of more pressing things last night."

"Ah, spending time with our commander, I presume."

"Maybe. Just checking to see if he was doing OK."

"Is he?"

"Yeah, for the most part. A little stressed. I helped him out."

"Ah, I'm sure you did." He narrowed his luminescent yellow eyes. "Did he help you out at all?"

"Ehhhh..." She made a so-so wave of her paw. "I wouldn't say so, at least not a whole lot."

Panther chuckled, making his tickly whiskers bounce. "No, I didn't think he did."

"And how are you feeling?" she asked, leaning even further forward so that her breasts began to mush into her arms.

His eyes didn't leave hers. "I'm fine, for the most part. I'm just lonely is all."

"Lonely?" That came as a surprise. She didn't sense that at all. "Why's that, you think?"

His eyes tracked up to the ceiling. He sighed. "Ahhh... I don't know. You know how it is."

"No, I don't. Tell me."

"Well, it can get quiet at night, in my bunk, all on my lonesome. I have no one to call or talk to, not at that hour. Sometimes I envy the enlisted, the men who share their dorms with each other. Maybe not enough to join them, but I think about it." He shrugged. "Maybe I should get out more, spend more time at the officer's club."

"That sounds nice. Why don't you go?"

"I have no one to go with."

"I'm sure you can ask around. I'm sure there are plenty of folk who'd like to spend time with the handsome Panther."

He made a wry smile. "Maybe, but who would I ask?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Would you go with me?"

She smiled sadly. "Panther, you know I'm a taken woman. I'd love to, but what would Fox think? What would everyone else think?"

He nodded. "You're right. I suppose I should go alone."

She scoffed and gave him a dismissive wave of her paw. "Hush. Just ask around. I know for a fact there's a woman out there dying to spend time with you, especially in the officer's club. I've seen you in action. You're brave. Why don't you just ask the first pretty girl you see?"

"Ah, Krystal, you should know it isn't that easy. No matter how handsome I may be, I cannot just approach a random beauty and ask her to join me. I am a veteran in the air, but green in the company of women. I shudder at the very idea of asking a woman as spectacular as you to join me for some time together."

She blushed. "You flatter me." She nodded her head to the side, in the general direction of the rest of the base. "Wanna go for a walk?"

He nodded. "I would like that."

The two of them got up from the booth and left the cafeteria for the more quiet hallways. With a majority of the base eating their lunch, the environment had turned more somber. Soon the din of the chow hall was behind them, fading away until they couldn't hear it anymore. Krystal didn't sway or hips or exaggerate the impact of her shoes on the floor. The few men she passed noticed her, but she did not do the same. Panther and her chatted together about nothing in particular: what they would do for the rest of the day, how their family was, what they would do when they were finally forced to retire. Neither of them had a real answer for that lattermost question. After some rambling, they dodged it for another subject. Maybe they would come back to it later.

They passed into a long corridor where the walls were giant panels of glass, showing off the epic panorama of Corneria City. There they could see the brilliant skyscrapers topped by spires and view decks. Around them were imperial stadiums which flashed holographic advertisements. Flying cars zipped by like little flies on tracks. They crissed and crossed each other at every intersection, passing by like every other day of their busy lives. Beyond that dense metropolis was the sprawling nature of trees and plains, a vast emerald landscape which was, in Krystal's eyes, far more impressive than anything a beast could build or imagine. Out there were the many creatures and folk who called the planet home, no longer having to worry about having their lives ended by war thanks to her and so many others' sacrifice. So long as Fox was her dear lover, she wouldn't leave the military, but the dreams of throwing away her uniform and going out to see the world plagued her mind every day. She wanted Corneria to be hers, like it was for so many others. She wanted-

Shoom!

To her left was the sudden opening of a door. She whipped her head to see who had opened it, but before her head even reached that angle she was grabbed by her arm and yanked rudely towards the door. The hallway blurred around her, turning dark as she was forcibly barreled through the doorway that had opened. She stumbled two steps, then shot upright. She was in a meeting room. The room was empty and dark. Tables were folded together in the far wall. She spun around and saw Panther's silhouette in the doorway, illuminated at his back by the sunlight. He stepped forward. The door closed behind him, pitching his already dark profile into an even less penetrable shadow.

Krystal's heart went on a rampage in her chest. The only noise was the frantic beat of her breath through her nose. When she spoke, she kept her voice down, but was demanding all the same. "Panther. What are you doing? What's the meaning of this?" He didn't answer. Through the veil of shadow she saw him come closer. She backed away. "Captain Caroso, stop this. Explain yourself." He kept silent. She heard the step of his feet quicken. "Caroso!" She backpedaled until she was ready to topple over backwards. She was stopped by the sudden grab of her wrist. She opened her mouth to make one more protest, but was cut off by another curt yank. In a flash her body was up against his with their lips glued together.

Her eyes went wide as his mouth began to suck on her face. He plastered her with a barrage of wet kisses, starting with her mouth, then orbiting around her snout. Mwuh mwuh mwuh mwuh mwuh. The moist chop of his lips rang through the empty meeting room like firecrackers. She scrunched her face at his bombardment, unable to back off thanks to the adamant grip on both of her arms. Her chest was flattened onto his. Their groins were shoved into each other, scraping his stiffening manhood against the front of her skirt. She tried lifting her arms, but his grip was too strong. He was so powerful, so assertive. She wriggled and swung her arms, trying to rip herself free, but he would not let go. "Panther!" she growled. "PANTHER!"

Finally he relented, letting go of her arms and ceasing with the kisses. He fell back a step. "Ah, Krystal, I'm sorry I-"

He was silenced by a heavy force striking him on the mouth. It did not knock him backwards or hurt in any way. Instead it collided their mouths together and forced the locking of their lips. Her arms swung around him, holding him there in a suffocating embrace. The shock dissipated, and he swung his arms around her to return the hug. The smacking of lips resumed.

"Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmm..." growled Krystal through her puckered mouth. It took Panther a few seconds to match her ferocity. Their tongues met and began to duel. Panther's bony paws slid down her back and squeezed her rump. He was held back by the fabric of her skirt. He pulled it up, uncovering her plush ass so that he could grab hold of it without any bothersome border. She returned the favor, slapping her paws onto his rocky glutes and swimming them around his lower back.

They french kissed for some time, groping and grabbing each other seemingly at random. Neither of them knew where to touch ther other the most, there were so many goods to feel. Their lips broke, and they started panting. "Ahhh... Ahhh... God..." huffed Panther. "Aren't you glad I dragged you in here?"

He was answered with a soft slap across the face. "No! Not when you scare me to death like that!"

He laughed awkwardly. "Ah, I am terribly sorry about that. I thought I was being romantic."

"Romantic? Rapey more like. Yanking me in here like I'm some prey of yours."

"I'm sorry."

"Forget about it. We're in here now, and now you've got me hot. You're gonna have to do something about that."

Laughter rumbled through his nose. "Ah, I intend to."

"Good, now turn the lights on."

Panther went to the door panel and tapped the lights on. The ceiling lights lit up, vanishing the darkness so that they could see each other finally. Over Panther's face were several lipstick stains. She could see the faint outline of his cock growing in his dress pants. His yellow eyes traced her body. "Well, you look much less refined now that I've had my paws on you," he said.

"Speak for yourself. You're raging down there."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Psh, not mine Mr. Yank-me-in-a-room. Lock the door while you're over there."

"Very wise." He hit a red button on the panel. There was a ker-shunk sound, and the door was locked. "Now we have some time together, alone."

"Mmm, perfect. C'mere~"

He came back up to her much more slowly. They held each other's paws and pulled themselves into a hug. There were no more breathtaking squeezes or frantic smooches, just a calm lock of the lips and gentle rubs on their backsides. They silently agreed that this was more like it, biding their time to make the oncoming sex more tender and worth it. Both of their tails curled and swayed behind them. Their paws explored their backs, occasionally finding themselves on their asses but doing no more than friendly honks and pats. Krystal felt the heat of his pillar linger in front of her skirt, demanding freedom. It would get it shortly, but not before she delivered him some teasing. She pushed deeper into him, flattening her bosom onto his wall of a chest. Her hips smothered his bulge, letting her feel its gradual rise in size and hardness. His breath grew deeper. The beat of his heart became more frantic. He tried to remain calm, but the ardent press of her body was enough to drive even the most romantically stoic men wild.

She laughed softly and parted lips with him. "Excited, are we?"

"Mmmm, hard not to be with you so close to me."

"Close, am I?" Her paws rubbed up his back. She humped her crotch onto his swelling mound. "I think we can get closer."

He smiled. "We will, don't worry. Tell me, are you as excited as I am?"

Without a word, she stepped away from him and grabbed the hem of her skirt. It went up to reveal the blue and white trunks of her thighs and the panties crammed between them. Her g-string was darkened by her moisture, reaching up towards the waistband and down towards the seat. The translucent fabric was pasted to her cunny, showing off her feminine lips and the sodden folds of flesh between them. The acrid smell hit him in the nose like a sucker punch, making his nostrils twitch. His cock throbbed down below. "You tell me, big guy," she said.

"Ah, I think you are, call it a hunch."

She slid her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them and tucked them into his shirt pocket. From there the smell burned in his nose and singed deep into his lungs. His penis was slung down his pant leg heavily, demanding both freedom and touch from the very lurid fox in front of him. He kept his cool and calmly tucked the moist fabric deeper into his pocket with two of his fingers. "You can keep those," she said.

"I'll consider it a souvenir."

She stepped back up to him. She did not wrap her arms around his muscular trunk or hold his paws. Instead she went for his fly, unbuttoning and unzipping it so that his organ could have the freedom it deserved. She fell to her knees. His pants came down with her, collapsing around his ankles. His compression shorts were bloated grotesquely around his manhood. His cock was hung down his right thigh, looking like he was smuggling a subway sandwich. The tip came close to peaking out of the bottom sleeve. She slid her fingers into his waistband. Down it came, putting on for show that glorious monument of reproductive prowess. Panther's cock swung outwards towards her like some grand entry. It settled into its natural form, a sagging snake hung with so much weight that it seemed impossible that it would ever grow erect. But it could, and was currently working its way towards that as the many thick veins that swam around his obsidian shaft worked overtime to pump it full of blood. Sticking out around the top quadrant of his impressive length were prickly barbs, angled back towards his body. Krystal wrapped her paw around his dark canister, making her digits look even daintier than they were. She stroked his turgid length, feeling the pleasant bump of his feline thorns inside her palm and fingers. The texture was like smooth leather, hot with his body temperature, throbbing with the mighty beat of his heart. Finally he reached fruition, peeling his thick foreskin off of the helmet of his cock. Krystal had to lean backwards so that it didn't bop her in the face. She scooted back a few inches and continued stroking him.

"My, my... Been wanting to show me this for a while now, haven't you?" She looked up at him with a cheeky tilt of the head.

"Since you last saw it, yes. I get the feeling you wanted to see it more than I wanted to show it."

"Mmm, perhaps~" She stared down the barrel of his cannon. Air sucked through her nose as she inhaled a deep whiff of his musk. "Ahhhhhhh... I can't get enough of it."

She certainly couldn't. Since the first night she had sex with Fox, her pursuit of a more adequete lover began. While she never openly flirted with other men, she made subtle investigations to find who may have been the more suitable candidate. Her search brought her around the entire military base, perusing the menu of hunky pilots and grizzled soldiers. Lovely as they all were, she never gathered the spirit to cheat on the man she loved. Her powers as an empath forbid her from doing something so heinous, but she couldn't deny that her body had needs which Fox simply never could meet. So her search went on, prowling the premises for a man who, at the very least, could do a better job of satisfying her than Fox could.

The last place she expected was in her own squadron. It started off as a dumb rumor, initiated by, who else, the knuckle-headed Wolf O'Donnel. She caught the conversation in passing. Wolf was at a table with his buddies, laughing about something naughty, Krystal was sure. She passed by him without paying much attention, until Wolf said something that made her ears flick.

"...like a fucking horse! I swear!" Krystal came to a dead stop. Against her better judgment, she started to listen. "I saw it for just a second. It was an accident, I think. He's been trying to hide it since we met, I guess. I have no idea why. If I had a dick like that I'd let the whole fucking world know!"

Krystal's heart jumped. Her face turned red. She knew that she should've kept on walking and left that very rude conversation to themselves. Then she remembered the previous night. Fox had another premature ejaculation, one that had knocked him out like a light. The memory was replaced by the image of a man far more adequate than that, hung like a horse as Wolf described, and far more experienced in the realm of pleasing a woman. As if on autopilot, Krystal did a subtle left turn and sat down at the table in front of them with her back towards them. She pretended to tap away at her phone while she eavesdropped.

"Is it really that big?" asked one of Wolf's friends.

"Bro, I swear to God. I can't make this shit up," Wolf insisted. "I know I stretch things sometimes, but you have to see it. Even if it was a bit smaller than I thought it was, the thing's still fuckin' huge."

"Wow..." toned his friend. "I uhhh... I kinda want to see it. No homo."

Everyone at that table chuckled. "Hey, no shame in lookin' at somethin' that incredible. I guess it's a good thing it's on someone as modest as him. Like I said, I wouldn't let anyone else go without knowing I was that blessed."

Who, demanded Krystal in her mind. WHO?

"Yeah, I tell ya. It's weird knowin' a guy that long and not knowin' he's got a hog like that."

Krystal frantically searched her mind for Wolf's friends. There were plenty. Which one of them was the hung one?

"What color was it?" asked another friend.

"What color do you think it was?" asked an incredulous Wolf. "It was black."

And then Krystal knew. With her heart in overdrive and her loins beginning to simmer, she got out of her chair and walked away from the table. None of them had any idea she had been there. She spoke to Panther the next day. She took her time at first, asking how his day was, complimenting him on his uniform, asking him about his family. Confused but flattered by her sudden inquisitiveness, he told her everything she wanted to know and asked her the same. This was, of course, all in the absence of Fox, something Panther was keen enough to notice, although he didn't say anything. When he wasn't looking, she would eye his crotch for any sign of something big. There was, but nothing more than what she would've expected on other men. Even if he wasn't the hung monster Wolf described him as (he did admit to exaggerating stories, after all), he was still kind and handsome. That sexy accent of his helped too.

Krystal grew more bold, showing him angles of her body she had previously reserved for Fox. The old trick of bending over to pick things up did the trick, earning his attention and holding it for as long as she would let him. She kept the top buttons of her shirts undone. Her tail had a habit of batting his ankles. She liked to make her breasts jiggle when she talked to him. He wasn't stupid. These were blatant attempts at flirting. He confronted her in private, asking her if the displays of her body were intentional.

All he got was a "maybe." Then she asked him, "Do you like what you see?"

He had to tell her the honest truth. Yes, he did, very much so.

"Well then... Want to see more?"

They fucked that very night. Yes, Wolf had a habit of exaggerating things, but that was not the case when it came to Panther's cock. He was every bit as huge as Krystal had hoped he was. She remembered the shock she felt when she had first laid eyes on it. No, it couldn't have been real. What she was looking at was fake, it had to be. Her skepticism was thankfully broken once he became erect, solidifying his legendary manhood as fact. Even better was his application of it. Krystal came her brains out again and again, all without an ounce of fatigue coming over him. His thrusts were powerful but even, deep but measured. His finesse as a pilot was more than matched by his masterful skill as a lover. Beyond just wielding a huge cock effectively, he used his tongue to its full capability, much unlike the pussy-fearing Fox. His paws knew where to touch her when she needed touching, rather than just playing with her tits when she was on top of him. He had the stamina fitting of an athlete, more often than not lasting longer than her. When he did inevitably cum, her womb was filled to the brim with a potent seed, thick and musty like real man's should be.

And thus their affair had begun. There was the usual thrill of escaping with someone who wasn't her boyfriend, but also the immense guilt. She still loved Fox, and dreaded the thought of him ever discovering her infidelity. This alongside the stress of his job would simply break him to pieces, something she could never forgive herself for. But Panther was simply too good at fucking, and Fox simply wasn't. She was a woman with womanly needs, and no amount of denial could convince her that Fox would ever meet them. Panther did and then some. She became addicted to his body, and his to hers. The fact that she was cheating only added to the supreme delight Panther filled her with. It was absolutely liberating, unlike anything Krystal had ever experienced before. Above all, she felt empowered. Furthermore, fucking the most beautiful fox on Corneria, a taken woman, filled Panther with a sense of accomplishment even more fulfilling than his career as a pilot. Sure, being an ace was cool, but making your commander's girlfriend squirt? That was an achievement.

Panther planned on doing that in the meeting room, but for now he let the blue bitch in front of him go to town on his column. With his dick in one paw, she kissed her way down the flank of his shaft, landing her lips on the cushion of his scrotum. It was hung at the root, a fat purse of fuzzy black skin carrying two enormous plums. She lifted his cock and laid it down the length of her snout. Her cold nose sank into his sack, right between his balls. A shiver ran through him. Precum dripped from his tip and stuck to her bangs. She took a deep breath. Sniiiiiiiiffffffffff. "Uhhhhhhhhh... Now that's how a man should smell." She kissed his nuts, then pecked her way up the underside of his wholesome shaft, finding her way to the underside of his foreskin. She stroked him, pulling that sleeve of skin back and forth. She wrapped her lips around the very tip of his cock, gently suckling at the light flow of juices eking its way out. He remained quiet, happy to let her do her own thing. He watched with a smug smile, noting how crisp her uniform looked below the arrogant jut of his fuck stick.

Her blue eyes rolled up at him. She came off of his tip and worked his shaft with both fists, gently twisting them in opposite directions. "God, you're so fucking big. I can't fucking stand it."

"You've told me." He reached out to caress her cheek. "Tell me, is Fox's cock anything next to mine?" He knew the answer to that. Hearing it never got old.

"Oh God, not even close." She pressed the side of his glans into her cheek, dimpling it. She rubbed it in a small circle, dabbing his precum into her velveteen fur. "He's such a fucking shrimp dick. His hard isn't even half of your soft. It's so fucking pathetic. It makes me sick looking at it."

He flashed his white teeth in a smile. "I would be too. Surely he makes up for it elsewhere. Does he last long?"

"Ugh..." The derision in her voice and roll of her eyes was theatrical. "It's the worst. If a fly lands on his cock he's done. Can't even expect him to last long enough to make it feel good, let alone make me cum. He's usually one and done too. It's so fucking sad. If I'm lucky he'll go twice, but that's once in a blue moon." She cupped his balls and rolled them around in her palm. The tickle of his peach fuzz was satisfying. "It's not a lot either. Just a few drops, no better than water. So fucking weak. I bet they're blanks. I guess we don't have to worry about kids." Her mouth found its way back onto his tip. She kissed it twice. "I don't want kids as pathetic as he is anyway."

"Mmmm, I hear that." His paw slid around her cheek to the underneath of her chin. He lifted her face so that their eyes met. "Tell me, what is it that makes me better than him? What, after so many times, brings you back to my loins?"

A smile lit up her face. "Fuck... Where do I begin? First off, you're hung like a fucking monster~"

"Yes, you said that. What else?"

"You last forever. You can make me cum so many times with just your cock. God, it makes me feel so much like a woman. You eat my pussy, unlike him. Even when you cum you can go again. Every time I feel it inside of me it's like I'm in heaven. I'd fucking love to have babies more like you~"

He nodded along, definitely agreeing with everything she said. "That's very kind of you. Tell me, would you ever leave him for my cock?"

She came to a halt. She rubbed his shaft, albeit with a noticeable torpor. "No, I don't think I would. I love him too much." She regained the pace of her strokes. "But that doesn't mean I won't ever stop fucking you. You're more of an alpha male than he'll ever be. He's a hero for saving the system, sure, but you're my hero for saving me from his pathetic little dicklet. I think that means you get to fuck me way more often than he ever does, and there isn't a damn thing he can do to stop that~"

Panther smiled and brushed her cheek with the back of his knuckles. "I wouldn't expect otherwise. I am more than happy to make love to your body. Such is an honor I'm not worthy of."

She chuckled. "I disagree. I think you're more than worthy of it."

"Ah, you're right."

They both laughed. She grew quiet as her maw once more brought itself to his pole. She kissed it just three more times, then finally encased it with her lips. Down her maw went, swallowing the top third of his shaft until she felt his head lurch towards her throat. She kept herself there for a moment, opening her jaw to its near limit, swaddling his girth with lips shaped into a tight O. She savored his raw taste and thrumming heat. The weight on her tongue made her entire body shimmer with love. Her tail flicked behind her. "Mmmmmm~" She came back, pulling her lips to his foreskin, then bobbed back forward to the same depth as before. She repeated at a slow pace, shining his shaft with her spit. Her voice hummed through her nose, halting whenever his head came close to her gullet. Panther played with her hair, loving how soft it was. Her scalp slid back and forth beneath his palm along with the deep bobbing of her head. Finally she made the effort of punching his cock into her throat, completely silencing her soft vocals with a wet ulk. She pushed him as deep as she could let him, then pulled herself off. "Ulk... Ulk... Ulp... Ulchhh... Ukh..."

Panther's jaw fell open. He licked his lips and gulped. "God, you're very good at that. Hahhh..." His fist closed on her scalp, grabbing a small fistful of her hair. She came to a stop, gaping her mouth around his cock. Her eyes opened and looked up at him. That was his signal. He started fucking her face, pulling back only a few inches and then thrusting back. He went much more softly than he could've. She held onto the back of his thighs where she could feel the twitch and flex of his hamstrings. Not far above was the clenching of his buttocks. Her eyes closed again. She felt so vulnerable and small. Her loins were on fire, bleeding a severe level of liquid arousal that fell down and wetted the inside of her thighs.

Her face scrunched once she was at her limit, and Panther pulled out from her throat. He didn't let go of her hair, however, and he held the tip of his cock just outside the limit of her lips. She panted for air through a slack jaw. Slaver drooped from her chin and the bottom of his cock. She blindly kissed her lips out to where she could smell the presence of his cock. He teased her with just the absolute end of it, pulling it away the moment she got too much of a taste. "Ah ah ah," he tutted. "Not now. I think you've had your fill."

Desperation twisted her visage. She swallowed the spit that was flooding her mouth and sighed. "Fuck... I'm really... Oh my God..." Her knees writhed beneath her. A wet spot was forming on the backside of her skirt, just beneath her seat. "I need it, so bad..." Raw desire crinkled her voice, sounding like she would break into tears.

"Oh? You want it that bad, huh?"

"Yes..."

"Hmm... I don't know if I should give it to you."

"Oh God..." She reached up towards the paw clenching her hair. She grabbed his wrist and gently pulled it down to her face. He let go of her hair, and she started to kiss his palm. "You made me so horny. I want your cock so bad. I'll be a good girl. Please..." She peered up at him while she suckled on the claw of his middle finger. "Please."

How could he say no to that? "Ah, alright. Only because I love to hear you beg."

She pouted. "It's not fair. You're the only man who can fuck me as good as you do."

"That's right I am, which is why you're going to take your clothes off and show me those tits."

"Yes sir..." She went to work at once. She undid the golden buttons of her jacket, starting from the top. She shrugged it off and slid them down her arms. Her dress shirt was thinned around her bosom. There Panther could see where her dark colored bra ended and her enormous white breasts began. The shirt came off too, followed shortly thereafter by her bra. She unclasped it, let the straps fall, then held her paws to the cups. "Now let me hear you beg for it, big boy~" She breathed with a cheeky jiggle of her tits. "Tell me how much you wanna see these."

He chuckled. He should've seen this coming. "It would make me the happiest man in the world if you did. You have the tits of a goddess. Any and all praise I give them would fall woefully short of their true beauty. Show me them, and I'll bless them with every fragment of love and appreciation I can spare." He smirked. "Surely I can show them a better time than Fox can."

She tried to hide her smile, but her paws were busy holding her bra. "Yeah, I think you can." She moved her paws, letting the cups fall. Her breasts fell down, assuming an even more lovely shape than when they were covered. Panther was accurate when he said his words fell short of their majesty. The best way to show them love was to touch them.

He gestured with his fingers for her to stand. She did, and slid her skirt off of her legs. She kicked her feet off behind her where they scattered and rolled across the meeting room floor. She was clad in only her socks now, letting the handsome Panther see her in all of her legendary beauty. He gazed upon her trim calves, her thunderous thighs, her bombastic buttocks, toned waist, glorious chest, and best of all, her adorable face. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it down his back, unveiling the gorgeous topography of his trunk. He slipped out of his shoes and walked out of his crumpled pants. With just a few steps they were back to being right in front of each other, face-to-face, breaths intermingling.

They pulled each other in for more kisses, fully open-mouthed, tongue-on-tongue. They were not avid or violent, only tender and kind. His beefy black arm hooked around her upper and middle back. Her fingertips touched right above his spine. Their eyes were both closed, focusing on the writhe and squirm of their tongues. His paw came around to her front so that he could cup one of her gossamer breasts. He handled it sweetly, rolling it in a gentle circle. His index finger found her nipple. He swirled and poked it until it was stiff to the touch. The pleasure it gave her tingled throughout her chest and further aggrandized the heat down in her cunny. Worsening the ordeal was her taking his erect cock and sliding through the gap in her thighs. It poked out from behind her ass, a black obelisk amidst a sea of blue fur. She squeezed her thighs on him and grinded her vulva against his monolith, earning herself some sharp spasms and hushed murmurs into his mouth. She humped him slowly, soddening his whole shaft with a deluge of her juices.

He rewarded her by separating their mouths. Mwah. Clearish spit bridged the tips of their tongue, breaking within the blended vapor of their lungs. His lips came back down on her cheek twice, then her jaw, then the underside, and finally on the soft scape of her neck. She swooned to the side and moaned aloud, letting her hair spill onto one shoulder. The joy was clear on her face. More soft retorts echoed from her mouth, now forming a small erotic O. He kissed, licked, and gnawed at her freely. He could feel the dense cartilage of her neck. Behind it was the thump of her artery, rapid and lively. More of her bodily functions continued to wreak havoc on his cock where it had been trapped in a swamp of pussy and fur. Both of them felt the eager throb of his pillar. More precum globbed from his tip, plopping onto the floor behind her heels.