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Beyond the bouncers, beyond the crowds and the bar and the DJ's elaborate light show, tucked into a seemingly unassuming back room, two card players were locked in the showdown of the century. There was silence as they looked over the final community card. No one else was back there, but the faint strobe of the red light on each security camera ensured there was no funny business. Nobody wanted to be caught cheating at one of the Boss' tables. Which meant Shahasa had to ensure he didn't make it visible.

"Let's make this one interesting," the leopardess said with that sultry rumble she was so very good at it. Felines had a way of being distracting at the poker table.

The room behind the club thumped with the muffled music from the dance floor. Everyone else was busted out and departed without complaint. Everyone knew there was no starting a fight in that place. It was just her and that kobold. A glance at the towering stacks of chips said that he was ahead, but only by a small amount.

When Mahiri pushed the whole pile across the table, he had to arch an eyeridge. He scanned her over a few times. The big cat was an imposing figure for anyone, all dressed in leather, her striking eyes barely concealed by sunglasses. When he caught her gaze, she lowered those shades so she could cast a piercing emerald glare directly at him.

Tapping a finger atop his cards, he considered. He didn't look at them. There was no chance she could beat him. There were three parts of a straight flush on the table, and he had the other two. Eight through queen. There were exactly two cards in the deck that could have beat him, and, well, he'd already ensured she wouldn't be dealt them. The ace was almost literally up his sleeve. It was in his pants.

"You're short," he finally said, nodding to her chips.

"Look who's talking," she teased him back.

He shrugged it off. It wasn't the time to let her rattle him. He had her. Now it was time to milk her for everything he could get from her. It was a once in a lifetime hand. The more he looked her over, the more lecherous his confident grin became. It wasn't exactly a poker face, but she was the one insisting on going all in.

"What will you give me to even it out?"

"Give you?" She scoffed. "The hand's not over yet."

"Mm." He gave her nothing further.

"Hmph, fine," she grumbled when she saw her teasing wasn't working. "I'll tell you what."

As she began, she stretched herself out in her seat, pushing one of her long legs underneath the poker table so she could plant it right in his lap. That was what finally got him distracted. He glanced down at that big, bare paw between his thighs. Apparently she'd kicked off one of her boots already. A little pressure, a little groping and grinding showed off just how well she could work those toes on his bulge. She squished her pads against his balls until she made him start to stir. Stupid sexy cat. It was enough to make him take his eyes off the table, but only for a moment.

When he looked up again, she'd unzipped her top. The leather gave way to a lacy bra and plenty of fluffy feline cleavage. Just the sort he'd love to get his mouth on. Her rumbles were ever-present, potent enough to rattle the chips atop the table. He felt them resonating right down to where her paw was oh-so-unsubtly pressing against his bulge. As far as seduction went, she was laying it on so thickly he could almost taste it. He didn't even bother to hide the fact that she was making him hard. Let her think she was winning.

"Here's my offer. If you win, you get my top," she began. "Bare leopard titties for your lusty kobold gaze."

Shahasa narrowed his eyes. "That's all?"

"Let me finish," she insisted, reaching up to cup her hands beneath her breasts. They jiggled so nicely even in a bra when she lifted and dropped them. "And you can cum on them, too."

That made him flare his nostrils with an exhalation that wasn't quite a gasp. He liked that thought, as evidenced by how firm he got under her paw. She winked at him as she took a lingering drink from her wine glass. A run of her tongue along the edge of the glass kept his gaze on her. So too did that slow, luxuriant lick of her dark lips.

"And if I win ..."

"Hold on," he interjected. "Who says I need to ante up anything extra? You're making up for your cash deficit with your tits. Seems pretty fair to me."

She wasn't to be dissuaded. "If I win, I get to do anything I want with you."

"Now who says - nnf ..."

To keep him from complaining too much, she pressed that paw down a little firmer, rubbing her heel against his nuts until he couldn't help but squirm. She made him throb, made him grit his teeth, but he still was certain to keep a close eye on her the whole time. Just because she turned him on was no reason to let himself be cheated.

"What's the matter? Oh, are you afraid of losing? Am I shaking your confidence so easily? I thought you were Shahasa, the renowned card shark. No one out-bluffs him, am I right?"

He glanced down at the table again. For all her confidence, he knew she didn't have the king and ace. He had them. Maybe she even knew that. All her teasing was probably just to get him to make a mistake. He glanced at her cards, still face down in front of her. They hadn't moved. There was no hint of her making a swap at any point. It was classic table talk, covering for her lack of a real hand. It was probably deuce and seven for all he knew. Finally, he just grunted and shoved at his chips until they were all gathered up in a great big mountain in the middle. It was no small sum.

"Fine. I'll see your whatever you want. All in for the tits."

Never one to be one-upped in lechery, he made sure to stick his tongue out at her, right between two fingers. He knew that wasn't even on the table, but he wanted her to know he was going to absolutely humiliate her as soon as he got the chance. He even slipped one of those fingers into his mouth and mimicked sucking on it as if to tell her exactly what she was going to be doing

"Mmhmm, mmhmm, thought so," she casually said, leaning back, taking her foot from between his legs.

Was she finally losing her smugness? She didn't think he was actually going to do it, did she? The hard-on she left him with wasn't going away. It was enough to make him a little impatient.

"Well? I called you. That means you turn them over. Hurry up so I can drain these nuts already. Making me all hard like that."

"What if I want you to do it first?" She smirked at him.

"That's not how it works. Come now, Mahiri. You know they've got cameras everywhere."

It was true. He just happened to precisely where they were, and how to keep them from spotting his little tricks. Giving her a long look, he finally got her to shrug and relent.

"Mm, guess, so, well. Here you go."

She moved with all the reluctance of someone who knew she was beaten. Dismissively flicking at her cards with a claw, she sent them tumbling towards the centre like she was folding them. Shahasa couldn't help a perverse grin. A pile of cash and a hot cat lady who owed him a favour? That was his kind of night. He was all but ready to reach out and rake in the chips until he actually looked closer at her hand.

There they were. Ace and king. It wasn't just unlikely, it was impossible. He'd been watching her. He could still feel the cards hidden on his person. Unless she'd somehow pickpocketed him without leaving her seat, there was no chance for her to make the swap. Not unless she had her own deck of identical cards, but the official branded ones were closely guarded. He would have recognized a counterfeit, too. So how did she do it?

"Ohh, look at that. Nothing beats that, right?" she asked, as if she didn't know.

"But I che -" he began, cutting himself before confessing too much out loud.

"Should have cheated better." She flashed him a great big grin as she stood up. "Relax. You're still going to get to see my tits."

Despite her saying that, his eyes were almost immediately on her bulge instead. He'd seen it plenty. But never so prominent. More than just the outline of sheath and nuts in some tight black bottoms, she gave him a good look at the silhouette of her cock firming up for him. It just kept getting bigger. She rubbed at that outline, letting him see just how thick she was getting. All for him. She didn't even bother raking in the chips yet. They both knew they were all hers.

Instead, she unveiled that great big cat cock with a rolling flourish, tugging down those bottoms all at once so she could heft it up in both hands. It wasn't even fully hard yet. She slapped it down atop the table with a solid thud, rattling the chips.. That almost looked painful, but she didn't flinch. He was staring. Her dick was broad, glossy, and wrapped up in plenty of extra skin that rolled back the more turned on she got. At least she kept her promise.

While he was busy ogling her shaft, she took the time to start stripping from the rest of her clothes. They were always so tight-fitting that she had to all but peel herself from each layer. It was worth the wait. She let those fat tits drop, swelling out even bigger when they weren't all confined under her outfit. They were just as perky. Absolutely drool-worthy too, as far as Shahasa was concerned. He would have fucked those all night long. But instead, he was going to have to deal with that smooth, shiny, thickly dripping cat cock. She was getting precum on the cards.

When she stepped forth, he shrank back in his chair. He had to admit he was a little intimidated by her sheer size. She was a tall lady, with probably a full two feet on him. Not to mention she was more filled out, probably stronger too. And that cock. It throbbed and bulged before his eyes, letting him catch the first sample of her scent when the naked feline so casually strolled over to his seat. She apparently didn't care in the slightest that someone was probably watching the two of them on the cameras right that moment. Maybe she enjoyed putting on a show.

"Keep or lose the clothes. Your choice. I'm gonna get cum on them if you don't strip though."

Shahasa thought about it. He looked up to meet her eyes, then briefly glanced to the door beyond. Just how fast could those short legs carry him with a horny leopardess at his back? He didn't feel good about his odds. She looked like she knew exactly what he was thinking, and she liked the thought of him trying to get away. He saw the smirk curling the corner of her mouth and showing him a fang. Rather than test her, he simply started sheepishly pulling his shirt over his head and unbuckling his belt. One thing at a time. He didn't make a show out of it.

Of course, that meant showing off just how turned on she was making him. Just because he was embarrassed, and not to mention outraged at being out-cheated didn't mean he wasn't ragingly horny for her, and everything she was about to do to him. Once he was mostly naked, he set his clothes atop the table like he was betting them and gave her a slightly timid glance while his cock throbbed in idle arousal for every moment he spent in her enchanting presence.

"Good choice," she purred, sounding all seductive until she just got blunt. "I bet your shiny skin will look nice all covered in jizz."

Before he could get some smarmy quip out, she just shoved his dick right at his muzzle. His seated height was a perfect level for sucking her cock. Though when it was flexing and steaming inches from his snout, he found reality dawning on him. That would have been a challenge for someone her own height.

"That's not going to fit in my mouth."

"Don't sell yourself short," she mock-encouraged. "I bet you've sucked some fat cocks in your day."

A jab of her hips had her swiping the tip along his cheek, smearing a hot streak of precum along his scales. It felt good on his leathery hide. He could already sense all that musk wafting into his senses. It was enough to make him drool if he wasn't careful to keep his lips shut tight. He wanted to lick his lips, but he knew she would have taken full advantage of that. Her words came not quite as a command, but as a very stern suggestion, with an undertone of a steady growl.

"For now, I want you to sniff it. Nice and deep. Fill your lungs until you can't fill them anymore."

He regarded that glossy spire before him a moment longer, and the slick, shining tip. It was just such a perfect place to plant his nostrils. He didn't hold back. Shoving his face right against her dick, right below the plump head, he started sucking down her concentrated pheromones in one long, indulgent huff until his head started to spin. He could feel that lustful cloud working through his thoughts, making him tingle in such odd ways. It wasn't long before he needed more.

Breathing pure horny leopard was enough to make him forget all about how furious he was with her. He kept sniffing. Whether it was some long, straining huffs, or rapid-fire puffs to swallow down as much of her feline scent as possible, he showed her how devoted he was. He was the one who placed that bet, after all. Backing down would have simply been dishonourable. He was going to keep sniffing the cat's cock until he was stupidly drooling with how musk drunk she made him.

"Now get your tongue in there. Really lap it up."

Shahasa was on it before she even finished speaking. Part of it was wanting to show her just how much she'd underestimated a kobold like him. The other part was just how good her dick tasted. He pushed his slurper out and tucked it beneath the thick, dark foreskin of that glossy black leopard cock. It got his tongue snugly trapped under the skin and against that solid shaft, where he swirled and dragged it a while before pulling it back into his mouth. There he sucked on it a while, just to utterly imbue his palate with pure leopard. He couldn't help but let a little saliva cascade over his lower lip for how mouthwatering she was.

"Good 'bold. Just think of me as your dragoness," Mahiri joked.

"It doesn't work like that," he insisted, even as he was running his tongue against his teeth just to get all the flavour he could from it.

"Go down. All the way to my balls. Do you think you can suck on them?"

The kobold straightened at that. It sounded like a challenge. Whether it was one he could actually fulfill, he was just going to have to find out. Opening wide, he wrapped his mouth around the side of that thick cock, sucking all the way down while he swiped and slathered it up with his tongue. He really was drooling. Just a few licks was enough to leave her a dripping mess. More than she was already. Delving deeper into her body heat, feeling her rumbles rattling through her nearby belly, he finally buried his nose in her crotch fluff for a few moments. Of course he had to get another few huffs in while he was there, saturating himself with that back-arching, toe-curling musk that left him a slight bit more obsessed with her for every breath he took.

From there, he swivelled around so he could lay some kisses on her big fat nuts. Those things were like oranges, or even grapefruits. He could feel them faintly flexing under his attention, no doubt churning up a huge load for him to swallow. Smothering his face in them at first, he soon got to work stretching his mouth open around one of them. It was a tight fit, but he eventually managed to lodge it between his lips like a fuzzy jawbreaker. Slobbering all over it made it extra shiny, and even better it got the leopard to rumble all the louder for him while he sucked on her balls like the good, obedient gambler he was.

He could only fit one of them in his mouth at once. That just meant he swapped back and forth, ensuring both of them were thoroughly slathered and slick, utterly glistening with kobold spit by the time he was done. If there was one thing he was absolutely not going to let her tell anyone, it was that he was a poor nut-sucker. He didn't half ass any part of worshipping her, especially when he could tell himself it was out of pride and not complete and utter lust for the devious cat who'd out-kobolded him.

"Good enough," she told him after a thorough session on her sack. She patted him on the head then grasped him by the ear to tug him back where he was supposed to be. "Now. You're going to guzzle every last drop of cum I give you, you got that?"

With her already shifting her grip to clutch him by the skull and keep him firmly in place, poised directly in front of her stiff, dripping cock, he knew he had no choice. He was just going to have to awaken his most draconic side if he was going to swallow that much dick at once. She jabbed and gave him a nice lipstick coating of precum with her grinding at his mouth. One more deep breath to prepare himself, and he latched onto the leopard's thumping cock, letting it glide along his outstretched tongue and squish up against the roof of his mouth while she slickly pushed towards the back of his throat.

"Watch the teeth. A little is fine," she noted as she hit what felt like his limit. His first one anyway.

He had half of her dick in his mouth and the tip jammed straight down his throat. All he gave was a slight shudder of adjustment while he gulped down her constantly flowing juices. They spurted right down his gullet while he sucked on her for a while. At least she let him start slow. That was a lot of cock to fit in his stretched jaws. The slightest bob of his head brought with it a messy shlurrrk as his saliva mixed with all the excess mess she was pumping out at every second. She didn't let him go even once he started servicing her.

Tucking her thumbs under his chin, she tilted his head back so he could look at her gazing back down at him over the crest of her tits. Her face was too obscure for him to see the smirk that appeared on her lips. She was up to something. That much was plenty clear when she seized him all the tighter and started jamming her cock straight down his gullet from that angle. He could handle it. Just barely, and with his eyes misting from the strain she put on his poor stretched throat, but he took that fat dick like a champ, slobbering and swallowing all the tasty fluids she shot straight down into his belly.

Aside from the occasional hmmf of effort that came muffled by all that cat cock inside him, Shahasa didn't complain one bit. He even went so far to reach up and clutch the leopard by the hips, and then around to grasp her ass generously while she fucked his face. She didn't mind. Or maybe she did, and the throat-plunging she was giving him was her revenge. Either way, she fucked him like he owed her money, despite having already taken all his winnings for the night. The pumping, chin-smacking, gullet-bulging face rut she gave him was a matter of sealing that contract.

His grip wavered after a straight minute of getting his throat almost airlessly abused. She allowed him just enough time to get the occasional gasp in before she stuffed him full again, sheathing her entire shaft in his gullet so she could admire its outline beneath his scales. When she held it there for a while, he eventually had to tap her on the butt just to remind her not to suffocate him. She relented, but only briefly. He was heaving, groaning, sometimes giving a loudly muffled groan with the effort of wetly sucking off that dominant feline. Just a little longer, he told himself, and she'd be satisfied.

Her balls were already getting heftier just having him sucking on her like that. He swore he felt them swelling out before they simply tightened up with the rising pressure passing through her entire cock. She went rigid. Even more so than before. She stretched his throat to the limit, leaving him straining his jaw just to fit those throbs inside him. He held on tight while she gripped him as if to crush him, twitching her tail, starting a rising rowwwwl in her throat that soon blended into the thunderous bellow of a big cat. The room filled with so much sound he wondered if it'd spill out to the dance floor behind the closed door. Then his thoughts went blank as she whited them out with her load of fresh, potent cat cream.

The first gush shot straight down to his belly, filling him in an instant. The rest just stuffed him, swelled him even. Just how much cum could one cat make? Every guzzle felt like he was taking down another pint while it exploded from her swelling tip to jet straight into his gut. He was sloshing and groaning alike, slipping his hold from her ass to instead clutch his middle in marvel of just how much she put in him. It didn't take long for her to turn him into a fountain, with all that jizz overflowing straight up his throat all around her dick, splashing out of his mouth and even his nostrils while she finally pulled back.

She didn't pull fully out, not yet. She still had more to give. Laying her cockhead right atop his tongue, she painted the entire inside of his mouth with those thick jets. From his palate to his tongue, his cheeks, even all over his teeth, she made sure to coat every last detail in her steaming hot spunk. He was going to be tasting her for weeks. Numb, stunned, and drooling more leopard cum than actual saliva, he wobbled back when she finally let him go. Yet even then she wasn't fully done.

His dazed face was the perfect target for those last few ropes. She'd blown most of her load inside him, but she made sure to streak some ropes of leopard cum across his features. From cheek to cheek and then right smack in the middle of his face, she left him splattered and dripping great, stretching strands of her seed while he coughed his way back to relative stability. That meant choking up some of the cum she left clogging his throat, but most of it stayed right where she left it, swaying and splashing inside his thoroughly creamed belly. It made him feel so very warm with that load wobbling around within him.

Yet for all his gasping and struggling for air, he still reached out his tongue when she wiped her cock off on his shoulder. Just a little more of that taste and maybe he'd be satisfied. Licking her off as best he could still left her a glistening, slathered mess, looking extra glossy under the reflected light. She allowed him perhaps ten seconds of rest after that. With her hands on her hips, her tail lashing back and forth, knocking precious poker chips from the table, and that steady rumble in her chest only rising in intensity, he knew she wasn't done with him. It wasn't long before she grabbed him.

For all the fight in him, he was still pretty much helpless when she snatched him under the arms. His weight was nothing for her, or so it seemed. She swiftly turned on the heel of her paw with him in her clutches, and simply slammed him down on the table before he could react. It knocked the sense out of him briefly. He listened to the clatter of chips she hardly even seemed to care about. Maybe it was never about money. She wanted him. And she was going to get him, for all he was worth, as she spread herself over him like a thick, overwhelming blanket, completely encompassing his vision in the squish of her bare breasts pressed right into his face. He found a snug spot in her cleavage while she got between his legs.

Soon she had his cock squished nicely against her belly. It was just soft enough to cradle it, her fur slowly sliding back and forth along his shaft while she went for his face. His first instinct was to try to defend himself, but she wasn't mauling him. Merely kissing. She went deep, pushing her tongue past his lips and slurping at the mess she made of his muzzle. Tasting her own spunk didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. She licked it up from inside his mouth until she'd gathered enough to outright swallow. After her gulp, she projected some of those purrs seemingly right down his throat.

He clung to her as best he could, feeling her grinding on his inner thigh. The longer they messily made out, the closer she got to the base of his tail. Her rumbles were constant, vibrating on his own pinned cock. She pulled from that kiss with a nice wet muzzle, licked her chops, and then went for his throat. Not to do any actual harm of course, but he still flinched when she laid those fangs tenderly across his jugular, nibbling and even chomping a little. She didn't pierce his hide, but he could feel how sharp they were. Snugly locked in her mating bite, he wasn't getting away until she was done with him. She had barely even begun.

A slick stroke of her shaft against his taut rim made him gasp. She was big, especially to a kobold. Maybe she was nicely slick with all the fun so far, but she still made him squirm as she started shoving up against the spot between his thighs and under his tail, grinding, humping, slowly penetrating him while her rumbles escalated into a fearsome growl. He closed his eyes at first, then opened them wide once there came that distinct, wet POP and squelch of her penetrating him. He could feel how solid she was. It didn't matter how well he'd drained her of spunk mere minutes ago. She had more to give.

As a pile of spots, scales, and interlocked limbs, they rubbed on one another in writhing, rumbling lust while the leopardess sank her cock deeper and deeper into the kobold's rump. He couldn't help a little yelp when he felt her pushing past what he thought was his limit. It probably shouldn't have surprised him that she would settle for absolutely nothing less than going balls-deep inside him. He made a mess of her creamy belly fur at the very least, squirting precum on her with every thrust one she started humping. She was going to milk him absolutely dry, and she didn't even need to stroke him off to do it.

It didn't take her long to fly into a frenzy. He did his best to cling onto her and stay steady while she rocked his body with those rising, plapping pounds. She stuffed him and stretched him until his belly bulged with the distinct outline of her big fat cat cock. All the while, she was no longer purring. The snarls resonated through his entire body, almost overpowering the slick, wet thumps of her balls smacking against his ass and tailbase alike. She made him quiver, made him jiggle, and she just kept fucking him all the harder until he was sure something was going to break. Hopefully not him.

The table wobbled ominously beneath the weight and sheer force of the big cat fucking that kobold hard. The chips were spilling over the edge, rattled off by those slick and sloppy strokes shoving deep into the wriggling kobold. Shahasa tried not to let the pleasure spill onto his face too obviously, but he couldn't hide it for long. She fucked him dumb in minutes, leaving him with his eyes all glazed, his jaws hanging open, and plenty of drool rolling down his flopped-out tongue. He had no control of his body anymore. That included when he came for her.

Getting roughly transformed into her living cocksleeve was enough to nearly numb him, but he held on tight and sank into the pleasure she inflicted upon him with those rowling thrusts. It didn't take long before he was clenching, twitching all over, seizing up with the ecstasy she forced into him. His dick spurted thicker and thicker precum with every thrust. She squeezed it right out of him. Not even his claws running down her spotty back could possibly convince her to slow down. He heard wood splintering while she took him for her mate, like he was the leopardess himself pinned beneath the hot, rutting cat.

Finally, it was too much. He came first, tensing all over, letting out one of those distinct kobold yips before he lost his breath entirely in gasps and groans. Gushing all over belly and breasts alike, he created a nice sloppy layer of lubrication squishing between the two of them while she thumped him in a frenzy. He saw her teeth flashing, felt her gripping him tight, burying his face in her cleavage, all but smothering him in her feminine scent while he lost himself in release. The warmth of her own cum filling him just ensured his climax went on even longer. They were interocked in puffing, growling, yipping delight while she made a condom of his tight kobold ass, shooting straight towards his belly.

He was already swollen enough. She just kept cumming inside him until he was overflowing, sending a splash of her fresh spunk all over the underside of his tail. It poured onto the table. It covered the very cards that made that moment happen. She even covered her winnings in cream. That didn't bother her. It didn't even make her stop fucking him. Even after she'd drained her nuts deep inside the kobold, leaving him a splattered, soaked, slightly sloshing mess, she pulled her cock back with a heavy squelch only to throw herself into another heavy thrust that send the juices absolutely squirting out of him when she plapped her nuts against his sore butt all over again.

That was when he really got to squirming. He was overstimulated to the point of barely able to think straight, whimpering for her while she took him for another round. That was when the table finally gave out. After withstanding her lunging, thrusting assault, it collapsed beneath the two of them. They plummeted together and crashed to the floor with a clatter. It didn't cushion much of the blow. Shahasa was stunned, faintly kicking his legs in the air where they were wrapped around the leopard's broad hips, and Mahiri just kept fucking him, gliding along on her own fresh cum.

She made a splattered mess of them both while she absolutely demolished that soft kobold beneath her. He curled his toes and rolled his eyes right back, mouth open but very little sound coming out of him. She was turning off his higher functions. All resources needed to go to processing all that pure, unfiltered pleasure that came with her dragging her veiny cock across his prostate again and again. She pressed his button until he couldn't help but explode for her all over again. He didn't have much left to give, but he gave it all, clenching, pumping, milking at her shaft inside him with those constant squeezes of undulating, writhing ecstasy.

Another good yip from him came along with his last watery spurts. It wasn't much, but it still felt good. At least until he was all out of fluids and dry-firing beneath her, turning his face from one of stupefied pleasure into a more strained, overwhelmed grit of his teeth. She suffered no such limitations. The cumshot that swiftly followed with a snarling arch of her back and a few chomps at his neck and shoulder alike was every bit as potent as the ones that came before. He felt her erupt inside him like the overturning of a whole bucket of fresh, hot leopard seed within his tight rump.

When he was finally utterly overcapacity, he instead yelped as she pulled from his lightly gaped hole and instead splashed the rest of that thick cream all over him as if trying to hide the purple of his scales. He all but vanished beneath the torrent, soaking in a scent that was feminine yet musky all at once. She kept cumming on him until he was residing in a puddle, steaming and panting, letting her mark soak into his hide to claim him as her own. Or that was how it felt, at the least.

Quivering beneath her as she finished the last of her cumshot with some firm self-strokes, she finally relented when her shiny shaft drooped slightly. She wasn't even fully soft yet. When she leaned in towards his face, he flinched just to have her so close to him, half expecting her to tell him it was time for even more. He didn't have anything left. Instead, she just gave him a little kiss on the cheek, along with a softer, more sultry purr that almost sounded affectionate.

That was what he almost thought right up to the moment she gathered up his discarded clothes, wiped the cum off her cock and fur alike, and tossed the whole pile in his face. Everything he wore was going to smell like her for a while. He wasn't sure he entirely minded that. If he did, he certainly didn't move, even while she strolled about getting dressed and gathering up all the chips that she'd so sneakily won from him. Most of them anyway. Some were still pinned beneath his soaked, naked body, and she didn't seem to care.

"Left you a little bit. For being such a good boy. See you soon, Shahasa," she purred, blowing a kiss at him as she departed.

He was never going to live it down. She was going to be sitting across from him at the next game, looking ever so smug. Maybe he would figure out some way to get back at her. Eventually. First, he had to figure out how he was even going to get out of there. Standing up was going to be hard enough after that leopard rut that left him bent and broken, bow-legged on the remnants of that broken poker table. She was bad. Maybe even worse than him. And he had to admit, that was pretty damn hot.