A NNN Special. After holding out for 29 days, surely a few more hours is nothing too difficult to handle?

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NSFW: No Nut November

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10:00 PM - November 30th

Clair got back from the club noticeably earlier than usual-one of those rare moments where he returned not just one, but several hours before midnight. Understandably so too; the club hadn't been quite as interesting since he promised Ray that he'd do No Nut November with him... or rather, since he forced Reyson into doing it with him whether he wanted to or not. Admittedly, the cat was feeling extremely pent-up from somehow managing to go the whole month without ejaculating (although he did indulge in some dick-sucking every now and again during the month).

But tonight was finally the end. Tomorrow, he could get plowed and cum as much as he wanted. He was already happily (and hungrily) daydreaming about the cocks he'd take and the huge load(s) he'd shoot out getting back into the swing of things, but he decided not to dwell too long on those thoughts, lest he fail his mission right at the very end.

Curious, he went to check in on how Ray was doing, approaching his room.

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10:02 PM - November 30th

As Clair barged into his room he came upon a truly shocking discovery... the wolf, absentmindedly playing video games... as he always does. Unfazed, Clair delivered a flirty greeting in full stride: "Yo, Ray, last night eh? Though you don't fuck around a lot so I bet you're doing fine. I'm sure you're more than looking forward to having a piece of me tomorrow, eh?~" The wolf turned to look at Clair, his eyes dilating quite noticeably as his gaze focused on the cat.

"Uh... hello? Earth to Ray? Uh... am I just that stunning today?" Clair said, as he playfully struck a sensual pose for his friend... partner... something. Ray stayed silent with his muzzle slightly ajar. He didn't want the cat to know just how right he was as a torrent of lewd thoughts swarmed through his brain.

"Mmh... You look so hot... I want to fuck you so bad... Stop posing like that, you dirty little tease-you want me to teach you what happens when you push me over the edge, you little pussycat?" All these thoughts and more coursed through his mind as he struggled to keep his libido in check. While it was certainly true that Reyson didn't particularly care to have sex very often, he had started doing it a bit more often now that he and Clair had gotten intimate, going from around once a month to once every 2-3 weeks.

More importantly, Ray was a chronic masturbator. He fapped at least once a day, sometimes twice, only skipping out if he was particularly immersed in a project on that particular night. He probably rubbed one out more frequently than Clair had sex. Needless to say, by the end of the first week, his libido was already going haywire.

As he continued eyeing his prey-sorry, I mean his prey-I mean his cat-sorry, I mean the cat in front of him, he eventually got a hold of himself and shook off his thirst, if only for long enough to utter out a "yeah, you look good." Clair looked back at Reyson and then pulled his mouth into a knowing, amused smirk.

"Uh...huh~... Well, I'll take care of ya tomorrow, so just hold on for another day, buddy... or I guess a few hours if you're that desperate~" Reyson shook his head.

"Good night, Clair," Reyson said as he swished his hands in a brisk motion to shoo Clair out of the room.

"Okay, good night!~" Clair replied as he went to go shower. Reyson patiently waited to hear the bathroom door close... followed by the sound of running water... followed by silence as Clair put up his sound barrier so he could sing as loudly as he wanted in the shower. Only then did the poor pup let out a whimper of a sigh as he started rubbing at his shorts with need, pawing heavily against his suppressed, yet throbbing cock.

He touched his pulsing member for a few moments before remembering that he had left his game paused, and decided that it would be best to just sleep like he said he would for the night. There would be plenty of opportunities to rub one out after tomorrow, and he knew that the cat in the shower would never let him see the light of day if he found out Ray had caved in the last few moments.

Reyson turned off his game, hopped into bed, and after some arousal-driven tossing and turning, slowly let the gentle embrace of sleep take him as he started breathing slow and steady...

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11:54 PM - November 30th

Clair was sitting on his bed, tinkering with his sonomancy*. He was experimenting with some new synthesized sounds that he was hoping to use for a future performance.

*Sonomancy is the name that Clair gives to his sound producing magic. Think "pyromancy".

Noticing the door to his room shake out of the corner of his eye, he dispelled all of his active magic, slightly confused as to what might be causing such unusual shaking: Usually Reyson would just open the door or knock.

Indeed, the gentle scratching of claws at the door could be heard as the sound barrier went down, and eventually, the doorknob slowly turned and opened as Ray trudged in, inching slowly towards Clair.

"Oh, it's just you, Ray. Don't scare me like tha-" The cat's sigh of relief and slightly annoyed chiding was abruptly interrupted by the wolf pouncing as Clair suddenly found himself pinned to the bed. The beast above him peered down with vacant and hungry eyes.

"W-Whoa, Ray, you're being kinda weird. What's gotten into you?" Clair asked as Reyson buried his face into Clair's chest... He was breathing in his scent?

Reyson let out a low sigh... or grunt... or purr. The sound he made was some strange combination of all three, and moved his muzzle up to Clair's neck, opening his mouth wide and sinking his teeth in with impressive force, eliciting a yipe of pain from the cat beneath.

"Ow! H-hey, watch it-ha-haaaaaaa~~~" Clair started to cry out in protest, but any potential objections quickly dissolved into warm sensations of pleasure as Ray's jaws loosened up and he began suckling on the cat's neck with variations of warm, sloppy licks against the feline's fur.

Finding a moment of reprieve between the flashes of heat flickering over Clair's eyes and face, he directed his vision towards the clock, which read 11:56. He tried to tilt his head back towards Reyson-a difficult task given that the wolf's full body weight was making it near impossible to move.

Each panting breath the cat took to try to take to maintain his composure came with it traces of the wolf's concentrated and sex-deprived pheromones, which was hardening the cat's boner as effectively as it was withering away at his remaining willpower to resist.

"C... cuh-cum.... Mmmhh~.. Uhh.. Come on, can't this wait 4 more minutes...?" the Cat uttered unconvincingly, barely managing to weakly dissent amidst the lusty sighs that betrayed his mounting desire. One could tell at a glance that the feline was near his breaking point, thanks to the month of forced restraint and the wolf's effective, aggressive foreplay..

Reyson let up for just a moment, and clumsily moved his face up to the cat's own, lazily brushing against Clair's cheek in the process with hot, heavy friction. Clair could feel Ray's breath as it tickled against his left ear, sending shivers down his spine as his breath hitched with anticipation. They remained in that position for what felt like an eternity.

Truthfully, he had already vaguely pieced together the situation. Reyson was in some sort of sleep-walking daze caused by his arousal boiling over, and Clair, not in a position to resist, was about to be fucked as a result-figuratively and quite literally.

Far from being nervous, however, the depraved beast within him trembled with anticipation as Clair continued holding his breath. He knew that his own need was at-no, far beyond its limit: a glass filled far above the top of the rim, surface tension barely keeping its contents contained, with any disturbance liable to send that energy furiously flooding over. And he wanted that release-yearned for it; the look in his eyes did nothing less than scream how much he was ready to be claimed by the wolf.

And that arousal-addled beast, clearly sensing his readiness to submit, exhaled a deep rumble, which the cat resounded in kind with a fierce, involuntary purr. Opening his muzzle, he delivered a single command, uttered in a low, stern growl, nearly snarling into the feline's delicate ears:

"Be a good kitty."

With the sexual tension at a fever pitch, this simple, assertive statement set off Clair's nymphomania in a way he didn't ever consider possible. His dick hardened instantly at the instruction as the cat exhaled out a high pitched squeal that descended into a lower, docile sigh. His back arched, body tensing up for the briefest of moments before relaxing-melting in complete submission to the superior, dominating wolf before him. He breathed in, flooding his nose with Reyson's powerful musk, and exhaled with a whimper of ecstasy as he answered his orders, thoughts empty save for the desire to be taken.

"Yes, ssuuurrr. I'll be good. umma a good kitty~ Make me yurrs~" The words were slurred, only half coherent as Clair's eyes glazed out of consciousness and into heat.

Reyson claimed his prize without hesitation, pressing his muzzle into Clair, his tongue forcefully invading his mouth and pushing all around the smaller cat's insides. Both parties' tents were pitched at full attention as Reyson continued exploring his mouth sloppily. Clair pushed back in tandem, but quickly was-er, let himself be overpowered by the bigger wolf as the two melded together with waves of intense pleasure, only taking breaks to gasp and moan before meeting each other once more.

Shortly following the very noisy make-out session, Reyson forced Clair's shirt off and quickly began tracing his tongue over the cat's lithe frame, working his chest, abs, and especially nipples, sending shocks of sensation coursing through the cat beneath him. Clair squirmed as his member pulsed from within his shorts and rubbed against Reyson's abs. With each flick of the tongue over Clair's nips, the feline let out a feral cry of satisfaction, absolutely approving of his current state of violation.

Without warning, Reyson went down to Clair's abs and whisked his shorts and underwear clean off in one smooth motion. No sooner did the feline's member flop up immediately to attention did Reyson envelop it completely with his maw working his tongue, feeling the meat throb against his mouth. Naturally, this elicited a sharp reaction from the cat as he gasped and sat up, seeing stars as his vision faded into white. The wolf stopped and pushed Clair back down onto the bed with a thud as he pulled down his own pants.

Clair's eyes fixed themselves intently at the huge, thick, delicious piece of meat that sprang forth, completely enthralled by its gentle swaying, pulsing, and leaking as his mouth automatically gaped open and salivated at the sight.

Reyson had no interest in using that particular hole, however, as he proceeded to lift Clair's legs up and press his already leaky pipe against the cat's taint. He brushed up against it, rubbing his dick up and down, massaging Clair's balls in the process. Clair moaned in response, his body begging to be entered. His paws weakly scratched at the pillow above him pushing them aside to reveal some condoms. He haphazardly grasped at a handful of them and waved one of them towards Reyson.

"Pleaaaase~ Hurrrry-I wann..be- A good kitty~<3" Clair spluttered in his sexual haze as he still somehow had the lucidity and preparation to hand Reyson protection. Reyson, despite being in his own lusty stupor, also acknowledged this request, wasting no time in taking the condom and putting it on. He pressed his covered cock against Clair's entrance, as it clenched and unclenched in anticipation of what was to come.

"Hnnn~ yea~ do it~ Make me good!" Clair exclaimed, madly begging as he pushed himself against Reyson's prick. Reyson replied with a sudden thrust, getting nearly all of his shaft inside of Clair in one shot. The cat's spine curved back once more in shock as he was suddenly impaled, but the surprise didn't last, as Reyson began thrusting with vigor and intensity. The initial pain of being stretched so suddenly quickly became pleasure as ribbons of stimulation rocked Clair to his core. Reyson leaned down and lifted Clair up so that he could force the cat down on his cock as he thrusted in. Clair, eager to be abused, threw his arms around the big wolf as he let himself continue to be penetrated. Oozes of pre-cum dripped out of the feline's prick as it bobbed back and forth, smearing his seed all over each of their bodies.

The scent of cum and sweat quickly permeated the room, pushing the two's sex drive ever further. Cries of encouragement rang out from Clair, ranging from delighted moans, to shouts of "Yes!", "Harder!", "Give it to me!", driving Reyson to pound the cat even more vigorously. In return, the wolf growled unconsciously and moaned with a low intensity, every noise coming out of his muzzle dragging Clair further and further into his blissful state of submissive sluttiness... as if the wolven rod churning his insides wasn't doing a terrific job at that already.

The two reached their climax as explosively as the encounter was initiated. Reyson saw white as thick globules of jizz spurted out with his final thrust, filling the condom within in no time at all as the ballooning rubber pushed against Clair's insides. The last thrust and the pressing sensation also pushed Clair over the edge as he shot out hands free, long ropes of cum flying up and plastering themselves all over Clair and Reyson's faces and chest. The two continued their release for quite some time-unsurprising, given how long they had saved up for. Some of Reyson's cum eventually found itself dripping out the edges of his condom, and Clair's seed had practically drenched both their torsos.

Eventually, the two seemed to settle down for a bit between labored breaths, as Clair's vision refocused and he looked up behind Reyson at the time.

12:01 AM

"W- huff- well, I guess that means we're saf-" Clair started. Once more, he didn't get to finish his sentence as he felt Reyson's member push back in again with a grunt.

"-Ah! H-Hold on, Ray, let's-" Clair's attempts to reason with were stifled by two cum-covered fingers suddenly entering his mouth.

"More. Be good, kitty." Reyson growled at Clair as he pushed his slick digits into Clair's tongue and his shaft balls deep into the cat's ass once more. The combination of pleasure from the full meat stick, the salty, musky taste of the two fingers in his mouth, and the low, domineering voice of the bigger wolf immediately set Clair off into another wave of restless slutty desire as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, returning to its rightful horny haze as the cat's voice slurred once more. With his dick leaking once again, Clair did his best to answer Reyson's command while sucking the beast's digits and impaling himself on his shaft.

"O~ohay. I'hh he- huff~ ha!.. ghooth..."

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8:23 AM - December 1st

Reyson slowly opened his eyes and stretched, recalling a very pleasant dream where he ravished Clair and made him into his toy, with the cat enjoying every single moment of it.

As his vision gained focus, several things drew his attention. The first, that he wasn't in his room. The second, that there was a cat sleeping next to him. The third, that their bodies were vaguely matted with the smell of sweat and semen.

...He hadn't been dreaming.

"Oh my god, Clair, I'm so sorry!" he suddenly shouted, startling the sleeping cat as he nearly jumped out of his bed.

"W-whuh, where's the fire?" The cat collected himself to see Reyson groveling at his feet.

"I-I thought I-I can't believe I did all that!... Did I hurt you? Please forgive me!" Reyson repeated. Clair took a moment to recall the steamy events of last night. With a soft smile, Clair patted him on the head.

"Silly dog~ it's okay-I liked it... Honestly, you should be aggressive like that more often, it's a huge turn-on for me." Reyson looked up, still concerned.

"You.. you're not mad?"

"No, of course not!..." A pause. "...well, you passing out and making me have to clean everything up after an hour and a half of fucking wasn't exactly stellar, but it's no big deal. I'm not angry, Ray."

Ray let out a sigh of relief as Clair leaned in closer with a seductive whisper.

"I promise to forgive you if you make sure to... 'tame me' more often, okay~? I really like being a good kitty, especially for you~"

Clair later showed up to the club wearing a scarf. His friends pestered him about it, yanking it off to reveal notable bite marks left by Reyson. As one would expect from friends, this was followed by virtually no end of comments about how Reyson and Clair really "celebrated" the end of No Nut November. Clair's reaction ranged from belligerent defensiveness, to annoyed grumbles, to highly embarrassed whines.