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All Kaith needed was one glimpse of the look the red-haired leopardess was giving her to know she'd been found out. Coming into work in the middle of a significantly demanding heat was never the best idea for the sabrecat, and it was all the more dangerous, all the more likely to have her making mistakes when there were attractive customers about. The long-fanged feline fidgeted with her apron but couldn't quite get it to feel like it was fitting right. She was just going to have to walk over and say hello.

"Everything alright with your order? Mahiri, was it?"

She knew the name from the side of the cup. Approaching under the guise of professionalism didn't seem to convince the other cat. Kaith observed as the leopard perked up at her approach, narrowing her eyes into a suggestively smirking expression. The little swish of her tail was the nail in the coffin for Kaith. She felt herself warming, felt herself wet after nothing more than a look from the spotty cat. Getting closer just meant broadcasting that needy scent to someone who knew exactly what to do about it.

"My order? Certainly. Delicious. But is everything alright with you?"

Mahiri's expression was one either of concern or flirtatiousness. Kaith was left to wonder if she'd already been found out. Was it that obvious? Or maybe she just looked sick, dazed, or otherwise off. There was a part of her that felt almost like keeling over from the sheer strain of ignoring how horny she was. She scanned the leopard up and down for a moment, perhaps lingering on that stare for longer than was polite. Finally, she just blurted out a flustered reply, doing her best to wave it all off.

"Everything's fine! It's a ... it's a great day to serve you!"

That wasn't the slogan at all. She backed off to give the customer - and herself - some space. Even as she did, she found herself glancing around the cafe. At such an hour, it was usually fairly quiet. The night was cold, and not many needed perking up so late. Maybe the leopard was just nocturnal. The point of looking around like that was to confirm they really were alone. No other customers, no other employees. There was no one to notice if she took a little break.

Her first thought was to head back out of sight and take care of herself as best she could manage. She wasn't exactly fond of the idea of masturbating at work, nor was it going to give her the relief she craved, but it was a start. Yet the more she entertained the fantasy, the more her eyes strayed over to the red-haired cat finishing her drink. Time was running out. There were only a few sips left. If she wanted to say something, she was going to have to do it fast. Mahiri was still looking at her while Kaith pretended to clean something behind the counter.

"Fangs, honey." Mahiri gave a sympathetic smile. "You can't just walk around and keep working like that. You're a mess, and you'll hurt yourself if you keep ignoring your body."

She was blunt enough that Kaith didn't know how to respond other than to wave it off.

"Ah, hmm? I don't know what you mean. Just let me know if there's anything else you need, mhmm ..."

Speaking swiftly and nervously, she busied herself with anything she could get her hands on, uselessly rearranging little bags of coffee beans or turning containers of milk and cream slightly to one side. Mahiri watched her go, not rising from where she was seated. She looked like she was trying not to laugh.

"If you need help, we're the only ones here. I'm sure you can take a little break."

She didn't press the issue. Taking another sip, the leopard was content to just have her drink and head on her way, a prospect that Kaith found truly unbearable to imagine. A scan down the darkly clad cat revealed just the sort of bulge she hoped for. Mahiri had everything a fangy cat in heat could possibly need. But she knew she wasn't going to restrain herself if she brought the leopard out back. At least she'd remember to pack some condoms for the day's work. If it got that far. She was just going to have to see how it felt.

Finally, Kaith approached again. She made absolutely sure there was no one watching, and then she finally took the offer of the leopard's outstretched hand. They gave a mutual squeeze that was enough to start up their rumbles simply through that bit of contact. That felt good. She was going to need more. Leaning in a little closer, then a little closer still, she loomed near until their whiskers touched, leaving Kaith twitching her nose. Mahiri moved slowly, ensuring she had the full permission of the other cat before she laid a kiss on one of those long fangs with a satisfying little smek of her dark lips.

Just that much contact was enough to send Kaith into overdrive. She could feel the juices running down her thighs. The inner ache was enough to bring a brief yowl from her mouth, at least until she locked lips with Mahiri. The two cats kissed in the cozy cafe while Mahiri slowly ran her hands up and down the cushy form of the plump, deliciously curvy sabrecat. There was just so much to squeeze, and it all made the bulge in the leopard's bottoms all the more prominent. Before she knew what she was doing, Kaith found herself not just sitting in the spotty cat's lap, but outright grinding on her.

She simply lost control. Huffing, licking at the inside of Mahiri's mouth, lunging her hips back and forth, she was outright humping against the other feline. There was so much pent up need inside her that possessed her like a spirit, leaving her moving without thinking, rubbing closer and closer to the leopardess until their bodies were intertwined in an embrace so intimate they were almost as one. With her breasts pressed just under the leopard's chin and Mahiri's muzzle pressed into that warm cleavage beneath the apron, she could hear every one of Kaith's needy rumbles.

Kaith eventually got a hold of herself, blinking in slight disorientation. It took her a moment to even remember where she was. The instinctual side of her was winning. Looking down at the near-stranger she was rubbing on, she blushed so hard her cheeks hurt, slowly easing her way back from the intense hug and smother. Mahiri didn't seem to mind. She lashed her tail behind her chair and looked up at the sabrecat with a kind smile.

"You don't have to be ashamed. I know how heats get. You're sure you don't need help?"

Kaith bit her lip - always a dangerous action for someone with fangs like hers. Glancing back and forth between Mahiri and the empty cafe, she finally huffed to herself and approached the front door. Turning the open sign around and clicking the lock said all she needed to say.

"Lead the way," Mahiri rumbled, rising up from her seat.

The soft sabre continued to blush herself into a blaze. She found herself fidgeting again, wondering if her work clothes did justice to her round, womanly curves. The leopard was plenty shapely, but Kaith was even broader, with the kind of breedable curves that wobbled with her every step. She reached a hand for Mahiri's own to guide the leopard to the back.

"I'm Kaith by the way."

"Hi Kaith."

They walked together to the break room without so much as another word. Only when they were all alone, well out of view of anyone passing by the windows did Kaith turn back to the leopardess she'd courted. She rumbled a little, still blushing hard beneath her fur. When the leopard approached, she backed up a little, just by instinct. Maybe she wasn't quite ready, maybe she was having second thoughts. But the more she looked over the leopardess, the more she ached inside. Eventually she bumped her butt against the wall behind her, pinned by Mahiri's lustful presence.

"Now, I should warn you. Being in heat means you have to wrap it up. I'm way too busy to get pregnant again ..." Kaith softly spoke, not exactly sounding sure of herself.

"I can work with that." Mahiri nodded while the sabrecat dug through her pockets.

Soon she produced one of several latex covers and offered one to Mahiri. Only in taking it did the leopard lay her hands on the sabre at last. She stroked her way up one of Kaith's arms, then moved in until the two of them were squished bust to bust, belly to belly. The two of them shared some purrs until it was hard to tell one rumble from another. Only when their lips met did they start to strip down, layer by layer, strap by strap. There were plenty of pieces of her work uniform for Kaith to get through.

Just getting bare enough to fuck would have been sufficient, but the two of them just kept going, licking, rubbing, groping the whole time. It didn't take long before Mahiri could trace her grip from the juicy heft of Kaith's bare ass, up along the curve of her hips to her lower back, kneading deep all the way. Part of the sabre wanted to just call it all off and ask for a proper massage, but the firm squeeze to her tits was enough to bring a yowl out of her.

She needed it so much. There was no more waiting, not with the juices pouring down her thighs like that. Unwrapping that condom, she pulled back so she could get a better look at the bare spots of the cat she'd lured back with her, and the stiff black cock standing tall for her. As much as she considered just going for it, she was insistent about slowly stretching that latex over the glossy inches of Mahiri's dick, stroking it a few times in the process. Just squeezing it a few times, she already saw how much pre was getting caught in that transparent cover. That would have felt so good shooting inside her.

A dominant snarl inspired Kaith to spread her legs for the naked leopard. She got such a tingle out of seeing those fangs on display, hearing those lustful rumbles. When Mahiri pushed her back against the wall, she just groaned out with absolute need. Her pussy squelched sweetly when the leopardess penetrated her. She clamped down instantly, as if to squirt an orgasm before Mahiri could even thrust. Only when she was bottomed out, balls deep in sabrecat cunt did the leopard finally start fucking her, right there in the middle of her workplace. It was a good thing it was a quiet day.

It didn't take long for Kaith to really start making some noise. She mewled herself into a yowl, into a huffing, groaning cry, even something near a scream once she got that leopard cock plunging in and out of her. Mahiri started strong, thumping her deep with her lips pressed firmly to the sabrecat's throat, solidly smacking those hefty nuts up against the other cat's body, but after an initial burst of enthusiasm, she lessened her pace. Just as the sabre was starting to feel the first trembles of the orgasm she so madly needed, Mahiri seemed to lose interest as quickly as she started, barely even thrusting anymore. Surely she wasn't worn out already.

"Wh-what's wrong? Why are you slowing down?"

Kaith's expression fell from that of rising ecstasy to something more worried. Had she done something wrong, something to turn the leopardess off? That cock wasn't any softer inside of her, but Mahiri's pace had come almost to a stop.

"I can tell by the look in your eyes. You need more than this."

Without any further explanation, she pulled right out of the sabre with a shocking slurp of juices. Kaith was dripping on the floor of the break room, left steaming in a heat that looked like it was going to go unsatisfied. She leaned back against the wall, slowly lowering her left leg to touch both feet on the ground again. The leopardess slowly slid that sex-lubed condom from her cock, letting her stiff shaft steam in the open air. Kaith's horny scent was prominent, but she still caught the other cat's musk. A fine feminine spice like that was exactly the sort of thing that made her want to get on her knees, no matter how much she ached with need.

"Let's start over." Mahiri spoke with a rumble so deep it was oddly ominous. "Work your way back up, then we'll see how far you want to go."

All it took was a light push to make the sabrecat fall to her knees before the leopardess. It came with a considerable thud and a hefty wobble of all her lovely, motherly assets. She didn't concern herself with a little pain in her knees when the situation was so urgent. A quick glance at the door to make sure no one was wandering in to see her absolutely whoring herself out to the big cat who drove her wild, and she dove in, face first, tongue first, smothering herself against the cock she wanted so very badly.

The leopard's rumbles settled back down to that seductive purr, or her own equivalent of one. Kaith got to licking and kissing, starting at the very base of that shiny shaft. She buried her nose in the fur of Mahiri's crotch, taking a long, deep huff. The pheromones immediately invaded her mind. She could feel it. One sniff was enough to blank her out in the slightest bit, to make her forget all about where she was and how many people were waiting for that door to open. Work was a lot less important than filling her lungs and thoughts alike with leopard scent.

Mahiri glossed her shaft against the sabre's cheek while Kaith huffed herself half stupid deep in that soft fur. Working her way up, the toothy cat applied her tongue as generously as she could, swiping up every trace of taste she could, knowing there was so much more waiting for her at the tip. Yet as tempting as leaping up to clean the leaking precum right from the leopard's bare cock might have been, there was so much more she needed to lick. Mahiri humped her face and rubbed on her to make sure she smelled of cock well after they were done while Kaith dipped down to slurp and suck the big cat's balls.

Such a fat set they were, absolutely taught with the tension of arousal. Despite the solid pulses of desire running through Mahiri's spire, the leopardess remained patiently while the pretty barista licked her nuts clean, but for all the saliva she added to that matted-down fur. Kaith found herself moving more and more quickly the longer she licked the cat's balls. Her tongue whipped up and down with the vigorous motions of her head, yet she remained ever so careful to tidy up every last contour of each of those hefty orbs. She left them jiggling with the force of her lustful licks, dripping with cat drool, and the whole time that clenching ache only intensified. They both knew what they were building up to, but neither of them needed to say it.

From there, Kaith tilted her head back, slobbering her way up the underside of Mahiri's cock. She dragged her tongue along that veiny tower until she finally reached the tip she so desired. Her treat was every bit as satisfying as she'd hoped. Even just that small bead of pre brought such a surge of pleasure to her senses the moment she lapped it up. It was quickly replaced by another, and all the more, leaking all over her tongue while she knelt there, mouth hanging open just to let the leopard spit those juices directly in her mouth. It was enough to leave a stream of drool trailing down the sabrecat's chin.

Again she fought down her first urge, which was to simply lunge at that dick with her mouth open wide until she choked on it. Instead, she moved in close, handling Mahiri's impressive shaft with both hands, kneading it and nuts alike in long, smooth strokes. All her spit served well to lubricate her fingers as she made them glide up and down the leopard's cock. She wasn't there to jerk someone off though. Pressing her thumb under the juicy head of Mahiri's shaft, she began to tug back the roll of dark skin that kept it all wrapped up, so she could plant her nose right against the spot beneath.

It was the best place to take a little more of that mouth-watering scent into her nostrils, sucking it down until briefly felt her eyes rolling back in her head. She had to remember to breathe out again. Mahiri remained relatively still for the whole process, only grinding slightly. She got a whole lot more active when the sabrecat licked that same spot, humping, grinding against that tingly tongue, pushing closer, enveloping Kaith in her warmth. It wasn't long before the sabre found herself swallowing that cock, getting it fed directly between her fangs until it touched the back of her throat. She only choked for a second.

Mahiri paused to let Kaith adjust, but after that, she was merciless. She pushed into until she bottomed out, balls deep in the muzzle of someone she just met. Kaith looked up from below and saw that lovely snarling expression again. This time, it inspired her to suck, to bob back and forth and swallow that shaft over and over in loud, messy ullps while she gave that bare dick the sloppiest blowjob she could muster. She was getting the resulting juices all over her chin, then her tits, but she did very best to gulp down every single drop of those sweet, hot juices Mahiri shot towards the back of her throat.

Kaith was content to just let the leopard facefuck her to completion. She could always finger herself to a finish and get on with work. That was probably the most practical and responsible decision, but she was hardly thinking straight after inundating her every sense with Mahiri's mesmerizing musk. Once again, she found herself denied the release she desired when the leopardess slowed her thrusts and slipped back from the grasp of the generous sabrecat's lips until there came that slick pop once more, leaving a stream of juices trailing down to Kaith's tits. That was just what Mahiri needed to get started on those.

She didn't have to say anything. The rumbles spoke for her. As soon as Mahiri moved, Kaith followed her, guided on an instinctual level to let the leopard slip her cock between those great big breasts. They were plump enough to completely engulf even the fattest of shafts, but the leopard pressed her tip up to poke towards the sabre's face once she was balls-deep in warm, soft cleavage. A jab towards Kaith's lips inspired her to lick while she got messily titfucked, feeling that scent getting absolutely smeared into her fur and skin alike, absolutely slathering her up and marking her as the leopard's slut, at least for a little time. She couldn't deny what was proving to be increasingly true.

Such a snug place to be would have absolutely satisfied Mahiri all the way to a finish if she had a little more patience. Yet the leopardess remained stubborn, rubbing and grinding for a minute or two before she slipped back once more. This time she wiped the sex gloss from her cock on the perked teats of Kaith's left breast, streaking those juices across the bare black skin amid the creamy white fur. She reached for the sabrecat, bending low to take her by the hips. For a moment, Kaith found her legs too shaky to rise back up smoothly, but she eventually found her footing. Standing meant letting Mahiri rub her cock all over that soft, round middle. Kaith was starting to wonder how much rounder it was going to be by the end of the day - not to mention several months from then.

Standing before the other cat and meeting that intense green gaze was exactly the sort of thing that made Kaith's pussy quiver and clench. Mahiri moved a little closer, bust to bust, sharing those rumbles until they passed through both of their bodies equally. She squished Kaith to the wall and rubbed against her inner thigh a few times, teasing her bare cock towards that steaming, juicing, flexing cunt, but she didn't penetrate, not just yet. Instead, she maintained that stare until Kaith's eyes were watering just trying to return it, and delivered her words in the most thunderous voice she could muster.

"See what I mean?" she began, and when Kaith didn't immediately seem to know, she went on. "You don't just need someone to fuck you. I can feel something more than just the usual heat. You're dying to get bred, and now you know what I taste like. You know how good it'd be."

As she spoke, she inched closer and closer, letting the tip of her cock dwell right on the very cusp of slipping inside the sabrecat. It pulsed intensely, as if she could blow at any moment, but she remained patient. Even with her shaft nestling between those tender outer petals, she only glazed herself in the flowing juices of the sabrecat, gently prodding, teetering yet never fully giving in to her own desire. She was asking a question without words, and Kaith needed to be the one to answer it.

Sucking in a sharp breath, the sabrecat put her whole chest into a single, gasping proclamation.

"Yes!"

That was all Mahiri needed to hear. She pushed closer, utterly overtaking Kaith with her body. She squeezed between those soft thighs, she squished her tits to the other cat's own. Her rumbles overpowered the whole room, filling the small shop with her pleasured vibrations. Then she pushed inside, slowly, carefully. She made sure Kaith felt every single inch this time. There were plenty of reasons to rush, but Mahiri was set on taking her time. The delicious schlick of hard cat cock pushing into Kaith's bare sex was enough to make the sabre bite her lip - a dangerous prospect for someone as fangy as her.

It wasn't until she was utterly stuffing Kaith full, balls-deep in heated sabre cunt that Mahiri actually paused for a moment. She let the moment breathe just as much as they did. Huffing in each other's face, exchanging steamy breaths, occasionally twitching for each other, they basked in the calm before the storm. They both knew how much they wanted one another. There was something more than just a rumble building in each of their throats. The cats were close to breaking out into full snarls, of letting their most vicious, horny sides burst out of them while the leopardess' cock solidly pulsed within the dripping, clenching confines of the sabre's ultra-needy pussy.

Kaith went in for a kiss, but Mahiri dodged those lips to instead go for the throat. That left the sabretoothed barista tossing her head back on instinct, exposing her whole neck for dominant nibbling while the leopardess started fucking her. Until that moment, she thought perhaps she might be able to contain herself, to insist the other cat pulled out of her before their impulsive backroom pleasure session had major consequences. The more those fangs pressed into her tender gullet, the less she felt in control of her own body.

The steady thump of Mahiri's rising thrusts certainly did nothing to quell those rising urges. A plump pair of nuts kissed against the slathered lips of Kaith's pussy. The swinging slap drove her deeper and deeper into glassy-eyed, fang-bearing need. It was somewhere beyond the usual irritation of heat, and more into sheer maddening instinct. The shop and all the responsibilities of running it melted away from her thoughts in favour of a more beastly state of mind. She needed that big cat to fuck her as hard as she could, and she humped and bucked her hips into Mahiri to make that clear.

Though the leopardess appeared modest in musculature, she proved stronger than she should have been. Maybe it was the moment driving her on, allowing her to tuck her hands behind each of the sabrecat's thighs and lift her directly up, pressing and pinning her to the wall. Such a position left her entirely at the leopard's mercy for pounding and plunging. Mahiri's hips worked faster yet always deeply, always fully bottoming out inside the other cat before pulling back to do it all again. She grew to become a blur of rosettes, working with devilish haste to slam the soft coffee-scented cat until she jiggled as much as she mrawwwled in pleasure. There simply was no stopping to pull out safely when the ecstasy grew so quickly.

Kaith clung to the other cat, lightly clawing her at times. Mahiri didn't seem to mind. Both of them had their fangs full on display, growling and sawing their way to a messy finish. Mahiri threw herself into every thrust as if she was trying to put Kaith through the wall of the break room. Given the quality of the construction in that rented commercial space, Kaith might not have been surprised if she found herself crashing in on the neighbours with a leopard between her thighs. Instead, she just found herself worked up to a quivering, toe-curling orgasm by the sensation of that uncovered, virile cock driving into her pussy again and again. She knew there was no turning back, no denying what her body craved more than anything in the world. There was even time to put it into words.

"Breed me ..." she said, barely more than a whisper at first. She said it again, this time more like a groan. "Breed me .... !"

The longer she struggled to get it out while the leopardess fucked her numb, the more desperate the call became. It became her chant, her mantra, spoken, then shouted, then screamed.

"Breed me breed me breed me breed me breed meeeee!"

Her mrowly squeal was as ear-splitting as it was effective. Mahiri did exactly that. In a thunderous bellow of a roar, along with a lunge of her hips, the leopard bottomed out in dripping, clenching, fertile sabrecat pussy. Her cock bulged with the pressure passing through it, with the great fat load milked out of those fat cat nuts by Kaith's flexing sex. Then she erupted, completely coating the confines of Kaith's womb, splattering, gushing, rocking along with her right to the very end while the sabrecat swelled with the excess weight of cum sloshing around inside her.

It was all so much, but the sabre could hardly quantify it when she was locked in a climax of her own. She didn't manage anything like a roar. A wailing screech like that would have been alarming to anyone who didn't know two cats were mating in there. She squirted for Mahiri as if in tribute to that spotty cat's virility. Trembling her way through a peak that just kept going, she found herself grateful for Mahiri's iron grip. She wouldn't have been able to stand on her own two paws when she was gushing like that, in back-arching, eye-rolling, convulsing heaven.

"Unnnh ..." she managed to moan when she came down from the soaring heights.

It was only then that she realized just how much cum she had inside her womb. She didn't just let that stranger cat fuck her, she let Mahiri get her absolutely, undoubtedly pregnant. That soft mamacat body was just going to get softer and more motherly once that seed really took inside her. She was only made more aware of just how much there was when Mahiri pulled back with a sloppy slurk, pulling partly out of that creamed pussy. Kaith assumed it was a matter of cumming and running, leaving her to worry about the cleanup, but that wasn't the case at all. Mahiri adjusted her position, hefted Kaith up a little high, and then with a dominant yet subdued growl, pushed forth once more, squeezing jets of jizz out of that sloppy sex. Big cat that she was, she was hardly done.

"But you ... but you already knocked me up ..." Kaith fussed, her tender insides almost too sensitive for more in the afterglow of such a gush.

"I want to be sure." Mahiri barely even sounded like she was out of breath.

The leopardess' insatiability rubbed off on Kaith. For the first few strokes, she wasn't sure if she wanted more, but her body quickly warmed to such a suggestion. Listening to the ludicrous sounds of a sex-slick cock diving in and out of her overflowing pussy only made the sabre all the more suggestible. She finally just nodded along, wrapping the other cat in her arms, running her fingers down the patterns of rosettes on Mahiri's back. Then she curled her thighs around the leopard's waist, making sure the big cat was balls deep inside her at almost every moment, forcing some rapid-fire, deep-penetrating thumps.

Such a mess they made, splattering the floor and wall as much as each other with all the juices slurping out between them with every stroke of that glossy black leopard cock directly into the sabre's pussy. Mahiri moved up to properly smooch Kaith while she rutted hard, working even faster than she had the first time. Sometimes the sabre swore she couldn't feel a thing when her body flirted with total numbness, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Other times, she could feel every pulse, every vein of the cat's shaft inside her, especially when she flexed down hard on it. Kaith was determined to milk it again. Mahiri's cum just felt so good inside her. It was where it belonged.

She wasn't going to do it without driving herself to yowl again. All the tension, all the tightness around that fat dick inside her pleasured her a little more than she could even take. Her previous orgasm was still quivering through her thighs, reaching right down to her toes, but Kaith kept going, kept squeezing Mahiri between her legs, gripping her tighter and tighter. She was so intense that she felt the leopard teetering a little, struggling to even hold onto her for too much longer. Eventually they slid over to the side and hit the floor together. Kaith was plenty cushioned for a tumble.

Mahiri quickly took up position on top of the fallen cat, pushing the sabre's legs up higher. Kaith was impressed at her own flexibility in the moment. She soon had her paws up near her head, bent in half so the leopardess could pound her cunt from above with all the strength hidden away in her spotty body. She lunged and plunged and slammed hard in such a way that certainly couldn't be called lovemaking. They were fucking, mating like the cats they were, roughly grinding their way to another drooly, rumbly climax together while that cock slicked in and out between the glistening folds of the heated sabrecat. She'd already gone that far. There was no longer any reason to hold back.

Kaith thought she had a grip on her own pleasure right up to the moment those fat cat nuts slapped her in just the right way. It was the spank to her ass along with the steady thrust of that sleek shaft inside her that set her off again. The tremors of climax hit once more, shuddering through her whole form, jiggling her curves, her assets. She clamped down hard on Mahiri's dick and squirted just as far as the first time. Thick, hot streams of juices gushed out between them, smearing all over their bellies. Kaith's was still sloshing whenever it bounced up and down with Mahiri's thrusts. It was about to get all the heavier.

Feeling the sabrecat going off around her dick was enough to make Mahiri's lips curl back. With all her fangs fully on display, she huffed and grunted her way to an inelegant rutting peak. She was simply jamming her cock inside that other cat as hard as she could for the last few moments, growling furiously. Then she halted suddenly, stiffer than ever, letting Kaith feel the trembles of anticipation throbbing up to the tip of the leopard's cock. The blast of cum came soon after, almost instantly expanding the sabre's middle between them both. It swelled up with leopard spunk until it touched Mahiri's own middle, ballooning with the sheer volume of Mahiri's virility, jiggling with the engorged heft that came with getting made a mom.

While Kaith panted and outright drooled on herself, her tongue hanging down the side of her mouth, Mahiri simply purred away. She settled down from that growly finish rather quickly. Her tail lashed from side to side. Kaith watched it for a while. It left her distracted enough she truly wasn't ready for Mahiri to pull out of her without any warning. The jarring sensation of all that cock unplugging the cork on all the cum inside her left Kaith wiggling for a while. She kicked her legs in the air even when Mahiri wasn't holding them up anymore, gushing out some of the pressurized spunk that overfilled her well-bred pussy. Shining with wetness, dripping, pooling in all the cum leaking out of her, she was a mess, a disaster of a cat who Mahiri could very well have left there without hearing a single complaint. Yet she still wasn't finished.

Her cock never even softened. Mahiri knelt there, observing for a time, seemingly pondering, and then she gave a harsh smack on the sabre's hip. Kaith yelped, gasping from her half-awake blissful state. When that wasn't enough to make her move, Mahiri just grabbed her and started rather forcefully turning her over. Again there was that surprising strength, though it wasn't necessary. Kaith was happy to get onto her front, though her belly had grown so big she had to lift her ass up high just to keep from squeezing all the cum out of her. That suited Mahiri just fine. Hardly a moment later and she pounced onto the sabrecat's back, going for the back of her neck as if taking down her prey. Feeling those teeth catching her loose scruff was exactly what Kaith needed to get right back into heat.

The greed in Mahiri's grip was palpable. Kaith could feel those fingers digging into the cheeks of her ass as the leopard tugged her closer, dragging her across the break room floor. A constant stream of cum was leaking from her pussy, but Mahiri didn't care how much of a mess she'd already made. She mounted up on that thick cat and penetrated her all in one smooth movement, biting at that sensitive spot that ensured Kaith submitted to every last inch all over again. Delving deep with a constant rumble of satisfaction, Mahiri bottomed out once more with an ample plap of her nuts and a squelch of all the juices she was squeezing out with the presence of her shaft inside the sloshing sabre. Kaith could only imagine how big her belly was going to get if the leopardess came inside her again. It made her wetter just to think about it.

Building back to that familiar pumping pace didn't take Mahiri long. She pulled back and threw herself into a body-jiggling thrust that wobbled through every last one of Kaith's assets. Her butt bounced the most, but her belly and bust were jiggling away while the leopard slapped her balls against that thick ass and fucked that creamy pussy for the thirst time without so much as stopping for breath. Kaith really had no idea who she'd invited into a little private time. What she thought would be just some casual sex had her whimpering and leaking cum all over the floor in the middle of her work day. She couldn't even scream anymore. All that escaped her were those strained, desperate cries for more. Even without using words, she made herself abundantly clear.

She couldn't throw herself back into Mahiri's thrusts anymore, so she just laid there and quietly pulsed. The constant squeezes around the leopard's cock ensured she gave just as much pleasure back as she took from getting pounded and mated all over again. The thawp and slapping spank to her ass while the leopard fucked her stupid was enough to leave her numb and tender in places, possibly enough to bruise later. She knew it was worth it. All she wanted was to hold as much of Mahiri's cum as she possibly could. The soft touch of her spotty fur, the rough drag of her tongue and the harshness of her fangs pressing into that sensitive place, her scent, her thunder-rumbles, and of course her big fat cock and similar juicy nuts - it was all the kind of cat that Kaith wanted nothing more than to be bred by, again and again.

"Fill me ..." she finally managed to murmur amidst the sloppy symphony of sucking cum and slapping balls.

Mahiri didn't say a word in response. Instead, she moved her lips up close to the sabre's ears and let out a tremendous, powerful rrrrrrr that shook through the entirety of Kaith's body. The sabre felt herself almost instantly tightening up, teetering on the brink of another climax, another heavy squirt just from feeling that potent cock thumping her over and over. Mahiri worked in a cataclysmic rhythm, fucking her to oblivion, driving her so hard she could only scream internally. Kaith's eyes were open but not seeing, so she just closed them, tears running down her face to mingle with the drool dripping from her bared fangs. The third finish took everything she had left.

Shaking beneath the leopardess whose cubs she was going to bear, Kaith came for Mahiri all over again. Those torrents of femcum soon mingled with the thick cream shooting into her womb and splashing back out. Hot leopard spunk poured down Mahiri's nuts when it didn't just splash and splatter over every part of Kaith it could reach. The sabre was soaked from thighs to ass to lower back, and she was only going to get wetter. It was a great relief to feel the void within her when Mahiri pulled out. She was so full, her belly so heavy, and getting those ropes of seed laid over her back only left her feeling all the more desired, marked and taken by the very forward leopard who had seduced her into being a mama cat again.

A panting, sweating leopardess slowly stood up and shook her cock off a few times. She was a mess, smelling of sex and sabre pussy alike, but she was pristine compared to what she'd done to Kaith. The sabre was in the sort of state where she simply refused to move. Everything felt too good to interrupt it early. She steamed there in Mahiri's cum, not caring how much she was going to smell like someone she'd just met. Her bloated womb made her look every bit as pregnant as she was going to get with all that seed planting deep inside her. The room was a steaming catastrophe, soaked from wall to wall in the juices of their couple. Mahiri offered no more than a pleased smile over the wreck that was the sabrecat, nudging her with a paw.

"Unfortunately, I do have somewhere to be. I think I'll be taking my drink to go. Shall I ring it up myself, while you remember who you are?" She lightly chuckled, offering a wink that Kaith didn't see. "Don't worry. I'll leave a good tip."

Drenched yet satisfied, and in need of a good shower, Mahiri gathered up her things to slowly get dressed once more. She was kind enough at least to lay out Kaith's own clothes for when the sabrecat managed to stand back up, but that was the extent of the help she was going to give. She departed the way she came, sweeping up her half-finished, lukewarm drink and laying a bill down on the countertop in absence of a proper exchange. That was hardly the last Kaith was going to see of her, she suspected. Such a soft, ample, utterly breedable body like that was going to keep that loyal customer coming back again and again.