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Clink clink clink. That was the first hint of Tristan's approach. He must have been carrying something with him. Drinks, maybe? Mahiri perked her ears up and scrambled up from her seat to take one last look at herself in the mirror. Needless to say, she'd changed a great deal since once being roommates with the dobie back in her college years. For one, she had since become an exceptionally shapely woman rather than the slim, shy boy of yesteryear. Then there was the thing with the demon. The two may have been related. Not to mention all the newfound confidence that came with her transition. Even though nothing in the world told her he wouldn't be cool with it, there was still some part of her that worried anyway. Just for the sake of it.

When he knocked, she gave her hair one last little brush - then went ahead and ran her fingers through it so it wouldn't look too perfect. Those locks splayed down her shoulders and over her tremendous bust, adding even more emphasis than her tight top already provided. Then it was time for her to answer, dashing along so she didn't keep him waiting. A quick glance through the peephole revealed the slightly distorted muzzle of the doberman poking near the glass. It hardly prepared her to actually get a proper look at him. When she unlocked the door and pulled it open, she soon found he'd changed almost as much as she had.

"Tristan!" she exclaimed, sounding almost as if she wasn't expecting him.

"Mahiri!" His enthusiasm mirrored her own. "Oh, wow! Look at you!"

She was very much used to noticing when people were distinctly trying not to stare at her tits. The effort was noted but she never judged those who failed.

"Yeah! But, like, woah! You, though!"

"Me?" He offered her a sly smile as if he had no idea what she was talking about.

Of course he did. She thought back to the doggy she'd known during her years of study. He'd been an athletic, handsome nerd, but certainly not the delicious beefcake standing there before her. Oh, that big dog was absolutely bulging in his clothes, standing broader, thicker, and generally so much stronger than the last time she'd seen him. Of course he was overdressed. The dobie absolutely didn't need to wear a tie to their informal reunion, but he looked cute enough in one that she didn't complain. The urge to grab him by it and drag him inside was a strong one, but she resisted. She wasn't sure she could have moved such a wall of a dog anyway.

"What's in the bag?" She nodded to the little satchel he had at his hip, the same that produced the distinct clink that had given away his arrival.

Tristan's expression grew even more mischievous. "Massage oils. Just in case."

"Why, Tristan!" Mahiri did her best to feign outrage. "Whatever could you mean? Just because we got smoking hot in the past few years apart doesn't mean this is anything more than a casual catchup session. Just think of all the things we have to talk about."

This time, Tristan's smile was more genuine and less devious. He nodded his head.

"I really do want to talk, though. I bet you've had all sorts of adventures! I mean, well, look at you, you're gorgeous."

Mahiri couldn't help a little purr at the flattery. "Thanks! It only took signing my soul away a little bit."

Tristan chuckled at first, then gave her a look when she didn't laugh with him.

"Wait, you're serious aren't you? I didn't exactly major in religious studies but I'm pretty sure that's a bad idea."

"Not literally. We're just friends. Definitely nothing to worry about." Then she stuck her tongue out. "Pretty sure you can't judge. What infernal deal got you muscles like that? Pretty sure you can't level up both strength and intelligence that much on one character without cheating."

"Easy! You just dump charisma and be a total dork." He stuck his tongue out right back at her.

"You're not a dork! Not in an un-cute way anyway."

She eventually reached out and tugged him by the hand over to the couch so they could have a seat and actually catch up, as best two friends could after years apart. A little smirk curled the corner of her mouth when she saw how much the couch sagged down beneath his muscular weight. She was going to have such fun with such a big dog. First though, she was content to simply spend some time with the dog she missed.

"Sooooo. Tell me everything that's happened to you every single day since we graduated."A mischievous swish of her tail came with her scooting close to listen.

Tristan laughed. "Honestly, it feels like I could just say school and it'd be pretty much accurate."

"Fancy dog with his many degrees!"

He shyly shrugged off the praise. "Were you still at the spa? I bet you made people feel so nice ..."

"Nah. Bro's left the place behind now too. Now we're artists! Film for him, words for me."

"Oh, that's right, you're a writer now! What kinds of things do you write?"

That question always had a way of inspiring a very specific kind of horror in Mahiri. She gave her usual noncommittal answer.

"Things. Lots of different things. For, you know. For people."

"Ah. Nothing scandalous at all, then." Tristan nodded sagely, his expression serious for as long as he could muster. His grin eventually won out. "No, no, you don't have to be modest. Of course I've read it! It's juicy stuff, I have to tell you. Where do you come up with it all?"

"Well. I guess I just spend a lot of time thinking." Mahiri hesitated to explain just how many of the erotic things she put to the page were exactly as she'd experienced them herself. "You know. About porn."

"You've got a mind for it. So, spending all that time at a computer, it must be really hard on the back."

"Oh, yeah, you should hear it crack. It's like a glowstick."

"Wellll, if someone needs a little help feeling better after all her hard work, I know just the doggy who's willing to help out!" He nudged the little satchel nearby

"Ohhh, gosh, horny reasons aside, that does sound amazing. But hey, you realize you're dealing with a pro, right? Former pro, anyway. It better be good! I'm a cat of high standards in all things." She winked to make sure he knew she was kidding. Any sort of touch sounded lovely right about then, and she certainly wasn't going to judge his technique. Unless he used those beefy arms too hard on her, anyway.

"On your bed?" His ears visibly perked.

"Mm. That'll have to do. Such a clever dog. Found a way into my bedroom already."

"You know dogs. Always with our wicked schemes."

"That's cats."

"Oh right."

She simply smiled at him, then stood up. A swing of her tail let her bap him on the nose with it before she reached for his hand once again.

"Don't keep a kitty waiting, now."

There was still so much more to say, but there was time for it later. Neither of them could resist getting a feel for each other. They'd already been so compatible back when they were fucking in the dorm. It was going to be a whole different thing with both of them feeling so much better in their current bodies, so much more sure of themselves. Mahiri threw open the bedroom door to reveal it at its tidiest and least ravaged. She'd made sure it was presentable beforehand for when she inevitably lured him deeper into her den. When they were standing together beside the broad bed and its shiny red satin sheets, she turned back to him with another wild swing of her spotty tail.

"Okay, so how naked do you want me?"

"How naked do you want me?"

Mahiri's eyes gleamed with feline mischief. "Better go all the way. You wouldn't want, like, fabric to chafe while you're rubbing. That'd be really bad."

"Riiight. And you're a professional, you'd know."

"Was! Even so. I'm pretty genius when it comes to rubs." She nodded. "Let's get these clothes off. We both knew it was going to happen. Also, I wanna touch your pecs."

"I guess we both got a little chesty in our time apart."

"What do you mean?"

Mahiri teased at obliviousness even while she unbuttoned that breast-hugging top. The buttons were almost ready to burst as it was, but she went ahead and stripped them off carefully to keep from popping them. Shrugging it off her shoulders left her in one of her fine lacy bras. She'd made sure to pick a good one for the occasion, though showing it off didn't last long. A quick tug of the clasp and down it felt, leaving those fine cat tits to wobble free of their last covering. They remained just as perky as ever, actively defying gravity every moment they were bare before the dog. She cupped them and bounced them a few times just to make absolutely sure he was staring. He paused in the middle of loosening his tie just to look.

"Yes, you can squeeze them. I know you're thinking it."

"Was not! But, well, since you're offering ..."

She knew he wasn't about to pass up such an opportunity. They truly were some massive tits. He looked her over a little longer, licked his lips, then just went for it. Two great big greedy handfuls was exactly what she wanted him to take. He cupped and kneaded deep, pressing them against each other, or just bouncing them up and down to watch them jiggle. There was nothing unnatural about their squish and heft, despite how they appeared to almost float against the ravages of gravity. He ended up whistling his approval after playing with them enough, nub wiggling away the whole time.

"Damn! I mean, I just - where did you even get a set like this anyway?"

"Friend."

"I may have to meet this friend just to thank them for the gift I get to share."

"Oh, don't worry. You're bound to meet her any day now. Kind of her thing. Should be fine, though."

"If you say so. Alright. I could squeeze these all night, but it's time to start rubbing the cat. Promise you'll purr for me in that special way you do?"

Mahiri grinned. "Just you wait. I'm even better at it than the last time we met. You'll see. I think you're forgetting something, though."

She nodded to him, and then again to his obvious bulge. Of course he was getting stiff after playing with the finest cat tits around. It was time to free all that dick and beef alike so Mahiri could appreciate the changes of the recent years just as much as he was. He stepped back and gave a little wiggle of his hips. Swole or not, he could still move, and he made it a little striptease while he peeled himself out of those overly formal garments one by one. One port coat, vest, tie, buttoned shirt later, she finally got to take a good look at all those chiselled muscles, from his pecs to those solid abs to those heavy arms and biceps. Despite the bulk, he managed to carry it all without looking too heavy or clumsy.

First she just rumbled. Then she spoke, in a notably lower and more sultry tone. She was still teasing him though.

"I'm telling you. Absolute demon deal of a body."

"It was actually a lot of work ..." he mock-pouted.

"I'm sure. Well, go on. Let's see it all. Wouldn't want you to rip those nice pants."

It wasn't as if she'd never seen his dick before, but she still watched him with eyes of lustful anticipation the whole time anyway. She was trying not to drool just watching him unbuckle, in truth. That probably would have ruined her whole aloof and seductive feline vibe. When he got that knotty cock out, she couldn't help but rumble out a little aggressively. The muscles in her legs tensed just in case she needed them for a pounce, but she resisted the urge. Instead, she swished her tail at him and did her best impression of someone who didn't care that much, even as the horny fire burned behind the emeralds of her eyes like her whole existence depended on getting him inside her.

"Mmmm, okay, as much as I want to suck you dry right about now, you still have to give me a massage like you promised. I'm not letting you off the hook just because your dick's still pretty."

"I'd never promise what I can't deliver." Then he offered her a smile. "It's good to see your confidence these days."

"All of this helps." She gestured broadly down at herself. "Hidden away in that shy young bitch was a bitch. So to speak."

"You're not a dog! But - " He paused for a moment, perhaps pondering whether his line was as good as it sounded in his head. "I can make you feel like one."

Tristan doubled down on that with a throaty growl and a look down his muzzle that made her feel even warmer than she already was. The only way to hold herself back was to take a few steps and then dramatically flop onto her own bed, face first. Sprawling herself out and mrawling for attention like the proper cat she was, she swished her tail impatiently.

"That's it, you've denied me long enough. Rubs! Now!"

As much as she was being playfully demanding, it had an effect on the big dog. Muscular as fuck or not, he still knew when a big kitty needed tending to. He took a moment to go through his supplies and select the best oil for the situation. It had a spicy scent to it, with cinnamon and something else that tingled to the touch once he got his hands all glossed up and ready for some cat rubbing. Horny as he might have been, he took his job seriously. Good thing, too. Mahiri wasn't about to accept him jumping right to fucking her when she had some muscles that needed soothing.

Stroking his hands up and down her back to give her a nice fur-friendly oiling was an excellent start. She already had the engine running, rumbling up a storm until it tingled his fingers as much as that oil tingled on her skin. His strength proved an asset when applied just right, kneading deep into her muscles one by one. He rubbed her just hard enough for her to really feel it, without hurting her. Something told her he'd been studying up on massage skills just to impress her for their little reunion. Well, consider herself impressed, she thought to herself, but all that came out was a series of purry moans.

"Mmmm! Mmmm mmm ..."

The sounds weren't entirely sexual, though they could have easily been mistaken for such. Her sigh of relief after just a few minutes of the strong dog working up and down her back had her slumping deeper and deeper into the bed, as if she might have sunk right through the mattress. She was floating away on a cloud with all the knots getting removed from her body. Though she was entirely certain she was going to end the night with an even bigger knot inside her, so to speak. Oh, that one was good. She chuckled to herself but didn't bother to explain the joke when she was too busy soaking up all the attention her could provide.

He made sure to tend to her spotty butt too, which got her squirming a little, but only because it felt so good. Working into those cushioned cheeks to help release the tension was something she didn't know she needed so much. Come to think of it, she did tend to spend a lot of time sitting and writing. She might have even fallen asleep under such perfect care if not for the little tap on her shoulder. Tristan gave her time to turn, then offered her a little help in the form of pushing her along to get at what he needed. His cock was still hard the whole time, but he wore a highly focused expression. Massaging a cat was serious business. Not only because she had claws and teeth and wasn't afraid to use them if she was rubbed the wrong way.

When he worked down her arms, her chest, her slightly cushy belly and got to her thighs, she couldn't conceal just how wet for him she was by then. Her pussy was glistening, emanating sheer heat that was probably overwhelming his canine nose, but he still took his time with her. Even once he was kneading the white fur on the inside of her thighs, his fingers didn't stray. He massaged down her legs, stroked her calves, and even pressed his fingers into the squishy pads of her paws, squeezing her claws out in the process. Only when she had been ever so thoroughly relaxed did he stop and give her The Look. She nodded in response.

That was all the permission he needed to take a deep breath and give a positively olympic-worthy dive straight into her pussy. He completely immersed himself to the point of swimming in her juices, slurping and slathering her when he wasn't simply sniffing her new horny scent. She'd changed a lot since the last time they met, and he showed his absolute approval in every single motion. Dragging his tongue up and down, left and right, stroking her clit, slurping up her juices until they filled his mouth for a great wet swallow, he wagged away while he tended to her cunt, with her approvingly purring to him the whole time.

"How's the new taste?"

"Hrmmf," he said.

"I thought so. You're - ooooh - as good with your tongue as ever."

His response was to push inside of her. And then just keep pushing. He shoved his nose against her pussy while his tongue sank deeply between her lips, then slipped that inside too. Tristan was breathing pure horny cat, bathing in her, drinking her while he ate her out about as thoroughly as a tongue could ever manage. He made sure to get every last one of her corners, every detail and contour while she slowly wrapped her thighs around his shoulders. Her claws danced over his head, scratching behind his ears while he made absolutely sloppy work out of her arching pussy. She was never one to scoff at a massage, but the happy ending was even better.

"Good dog ..." she huffed between the yowls.

Pleasuring her was increasingly starting to resemble taming a wild beast. She made him use those muscles just to restrain her while she started kicking, wriggling, and most of all grinding her hips right into his face. He was all but drowning in the juices getting absolutely milked out of her by his tongue and mouth alike, but he drank her essence down like it was all he needed to sustain him. She clawed him just a little. He didn't seem to mind some little scratches when it meant he got to bring her to a screeching, or perhaps roaring climax with nothing more than his generous licks and kisses.

Her shrill screams seemed like they were going to win out at first, but the thunder in her throat surged forth for the dark horse victory. She bellowed with little regard for her windows, or her neighbours as that big cat voice worked its magic in the midst of her rising ecstasy. He wasn't just working her up or teasing her before the main event. That loyal dog was determined to make her cum her brains out early in their reunion. She was all but choking him out between her thighs but he simply clutched her by the hips and ass, locked in position, tonguefucking her straight to heaven until she squirted in his mouth.

What a mess. She snarled out a full-on roar, flashing her fangs, scrunching up her face with the effort to nearly deafen his poor pointy ears. Meanwhile, she left him guzzling straight from her pussy, gulping down a splash of fluids that ended up all over the both of them. It was juicier than some guys came for her, and she considered every drop her compliment to his skills. He worked her over with repeated slurps, slup slup slup, until she was absolutely quivering in the aftermath of her clenching cumshot. When he withdrew his muzzle he was a sight.

Drenched from cheek to cheek, wearing a mask of dripping fluids, the dobie could only smile to her. He wiggled happily at a job well done while she arched her back and writhed on the bed in satisfaction. When she opened his eyes and got a good look at him beaming down at her like that she could only purr to him. It was better than anything she could have said to express how good she felt.

"Be sure to tip your attendant," he proudly told her.

"I've got a tip for you alright," she rumbled, narrowing her eyes all seductively until she realized she wasn't sure where she was going with that. "It's the tip ... of your cock ... between my tits.."

"Hmm. That's a good tip." He managed to remain nonchalant for a few moments longer before he just blurted out his thoughts. "Thank god you're offering because I was going to do my whole pouty begging doggy eyes just for a chance to know how good they'd feel ..."

"Well now's your chance! We should probably swap positions. You've done enough work, for now."

Tristan nodded and quickly flopped down towards her as if to fall directly on top of the cat. He barely gave her time to get out of the way, but her feline instincts were on point, even post-orgasm. She rolled to the side and swiftly pounced on top of him as soon as he was down on his back with his stiff dick sticking straight up for her. With a smooch to his lips, she kissed her way down his body, working along his throat, his chest, his taut middle. She dragged her bust along the whole time, eventually enveloping his shaft in the fluffy embrace of her creamy white cleavage.

It was enough to almost make him purr himself. He was going to have to settle for a growl of pleasure. With his arms folded behind his head, he was content to be the horny dog and let the cat do her thing. Mahiri certainly didn't disappoint. She made all his dreams come true bobbing up and down his dick, squeezing her breasts together around that knotty spire. He whimpered and moaned, unable to keep from giving her a faceful of prespunk when he started spurting. The glide of her soft fur along his cock got smoother the wetter he got, and she simply lapped away at his tip every time she dove down on him.

Eventually she couldn't resist more of a taste. She made sure she kept him right where she wanted him, balls deep in cat tits while she kissed and licked his leaking tip clean. Her eyes were on his when she parted her black lips to engulf him, to wrap snugly around his cock and suck him dry in deep, slurking squeezes. Noisy gulps claimed the precum from his shaft, already milking him, rumbling for more. Her purrs were resonating up from within her, vibrating over his dick, making him twitch and shudder in pleasure. As much as he might have been tempted to run his fingers through her hair - or grab a handful of those locks - he remained right where he was, soaking it all in, trusting her expertise completely.

"Oooh, your practice has paid off ..."

He gasped, he moaned. Those weords were of course meant it as a compliment, not a tease. She really was good at this.

"Mmmhmmf," was her muffled response. She made sure to really grind her tingly tongue against his cock while she tried and failed to form words.

Tristan eventually had to take his hands from behind his head just so he could clutch the bedsheets while she sucked him blind. His eyes were crossing all on their own while she worked hard to pleasure every single inch of his cock at once, whether it was enduring the tingly touch of her tongue lapping all around the tip, the warm squeeze of her wet lips around the middle, or the squish and stroke of some fat cat tits around the base. She worked him until his hips were moving all on their own, jumping and bouncing into her embrace, accepting every succulent application of pleasure her mouth and bust alike could provide.

"Ahhhhh ... " came his sigh, followed by a more imposing growl. "Rrrrrngh - Mahirrrri ..."

"Mm?" she asked, acting as if she didn't know the effect she was having on him.

"Is it okay if I just ..."

She didn't let him finish. A lift of her head, and then she dived down, plunging until her chin was mashed atop her own breasts while she sucked him off as if to steal every drop of his cum she could get. He dug his fingers into the bedding and rocked back and forth with her hungry rhythm, arching his back into a whimpering, snorting, even slightly snarling climax. While he might not have had the same ability to roar like her, he could still make plenty of noise while he was going off. His growls and barks blended together with his rapid breathing, taut chest rising and falling heavily. His body convulsed, flexed, twitched, danced for her while she titfucked and sucked him slightly numb, but not too numb he didn't feel the bliss of exploding right into the mouth of his much-missed roommate.

Her immediate response was to chug down as much as she possibly could while he fired off straight into her throat. The sheer volume of dog spunk gushing between her lips meant she overflowed in second. Some even left via her nostrils, but she didn't let that stop her. She sucked him hard while cum poured down her chin, splattering all over her tits. The eager kneading of her lips and the stroking touch of her rough tongue kept him going, kept him locked in the height of his release, humping away at her pretty face. She swallowed enough cum to choke someone a little less experienced until her belly was nice and warm with the load sloshing around inside of her. Only then did she finally release his stiff shaft from her mouth.

First she coughed a little, drooling some of that thick doggy load down onto her cleavage. The sight of his seed splashing on her tits brought another little thump from Tristan's dick, and then another hot rope of cum. He timed it just right to get it all over her breasts. She was absolutely splattered by the time he was finally panting to a drooly finish, pink teats barely poking through the mess dripping down from her chest. She took some time to catch her breath, thumping herself on the chest a few times just to cough up a mouthful of cum or two. Soon after she was right back to purring and swishing her tail, offering him a playful smile.

"Okay now really, how did you also manage to get more productive in our time apart? Are there workouts for your nuts I don't know about?"

"I give you most of the credit on that one! Wow. Phew. I just ..." He wiggled in place for a moment, breath steaming in the air, sweat forming on his muscled body. "No offense to your incredible skills, but I'm somehow even hornier after that."

She just gave a thirsty rumble and kissed his cock before climbing on top of him once more. That left his shaft pressed against her hip, where he lightly rubbed against her while they smooched. Just because the two of them had their muzzles utterly soaked in the juices of the other didn't mean they couldn't deeply make out and share tastes. Mahiri eventually got right on top of him, bumping her spotty butt back against his dick while she pushed her tongue into his mouth, even down his throat. He was just going to have to rub his hands up and down her back, squeezing various rosettes, and swallow her rumbles for a while.

There they stayed for a while, kissing, licking, groping. She rubbed her body against his just to admire the way his muscles felt against her squishy curves. She purred on him so fiercely that she rattled his spine. He mostly played with her butt, as generously as ever. She wanted him to. Just being admired by those big strong hands was the kind of thing to really juice out all her rumbles. Eventually she freed him from that kiss to lick his face instead - and quickly regretted it when he went ahead and demonstrated that a dog had a cat beat when it came to slurping.

He slathered up her face until she finally gave a mrawl and batted at him playfully. That was plenty of time to leave her soaked and dripping doggy drool. He gave a proud grin at his handiwork, then just threw his arms around her to pull her close in a bear hug before she could fully retaliate. She still nibbled on him, though. Nestling her head into the crook of his neck, she applied her teeth to his skin and just held on for as long as she liked. He stroked down her spine in the meantime, keeping those vibrations going. They were audible even in her words when she slipped up to spill a low whisper into one of his attentive ears.

"You wanna see how good my pussy feels?"

Of course he did. She wasn't about to let him get away just because they're already made each other cum so hard. He didn't offer any resistance when she took him by the wrists and directed him down to grip her ass - though once there, he held on tight and surprised her with a sudden pounce of his own. Rolling over with her, he found got on top of her. Her form of retaliation was to wrap him up in her thighs once more, pressing her paws right into the muscled cheeks of his ass. That let her feel that fine hind end flexing extra taut while he got nestled in against her, sliding, grinding, humping at her folds, smearing her up with precum while he glazed his cock in her juices. The two of them couldn't have been more ready.

She was squeezing him so hard he barely had room to maneuver, but he managed to find his mark with enough thrusting. It meant smearing her fur nicely along the way, but he finally got his cock nestled into her folds and there was no going back. He simply had to lunge forth and fill her, to squeeze those mrowls out of her until they grew to toothy snarls. She snapped at him just out of instinct, but he managed to avoid taking the full force of those pearly chompers. Instead, he slipped deep inside her, spreading him apart with his stiff dog dick. He didn't stop until he managed a solid thump of knot against those quivering pussy lips. By then, those trembles of pleasure were shaking through her entire body.

Just because she was already trembling for him didn't mean she was passive. Anything but. She licked him, nibbled on him, ran her claws down his muscular back, and most of all she pulled him closer, pulled him deeper to make sure he was absolutely locked inside her while he started thrusting. He couldn't even pull back far, so he was just going to have to make up for it with sheer power. The bed soon shook with the impact of his hips to hers, his swinging nuts working up a sweat while they smacked against her ass on every stroke. The musk of mating grew thicker while the perspiration welled up on both their bodies, but nothing could stop them from pressing as close as possible while the doberman made hard, intense love to that horny leopardess.

She wasn't letting him get away, even while his cock got stiffer and his knot grew fatter. He slammed into her, losing himself in the moment, head down on the bed beside hers. Grunting, huffing, sometimes barking, but mostly growling in utter bliss at getting to plow her warm, silken pussy for the first time left him in an absolute trance. She knew those sounds. He had breeding on the mind, and she was only getting wetter at the thought. Squeezing tighter around his hips and cock alike, she drew him inwards, kept him in her clutches and her claws, making absolutely certain he didn't even think about pulling out of her at the last second, just to be safe. She wanted it all, no matter the consequences.

Tristan raised his head up in time, still working those hips with the full intensity of his strength, of all his hard-working muscles. He used everything he had to make the kitty feel good, and she could only clench on him in response. When he met her eyes, huffing hot air in her face, she shot him a wild look that was one step short of feral. It was as much encouragement to keep going as it was an unspoken threat. She needed him to cum inside of her, even if it meant utterly, unquestionably breeding that hot, tender pussy wrapped so snugly around his doggy cock.

He showed her exactly how committed to the idea he was by pushing past her initial resistance and tying with her all in one single squelching lunch. It squeezed the juices right out of her, making her squirt before she even climaxed. A splatter on his abs was his reward for sinking that heavy bulb deep inside her and locking it there. A feline scream in his ear was his punishment. She silenced herself by biting his shoulder, which probably wasn't much better, but at least kept her from defeating him with the shrieks of a writhing feline going the buildup to release all at once.

A sharp jab of her hips and a little bit of thrashing was his to suppress while he made his final statement, slamming hard between her thighs. Knotting with her meant he didn't have much room to move, so he just had to go faster, harder with that inch of thrust he could manage. Pumping, filling her, bulging her, spurting thin but potent streams inside of her, he finally went off with a long canine groan. Her response was to gnaw him all the harder, rumbles and growls alike at least partly suppressed by the meaty shoulder she was chewing on.

She squirted all over him just as hard as she came inside of her. The collective gushing squished and squelched in a sloppy symphony of utterly delicious proportions. Mahiri made a mess of her thighs and his alike, soaking the two of them in the fragrant juices of her messy release. Meanwhile, he filled her. His cum hit her just as hard as the first time, shooting thick, ultra-potent ropes of dobie spunk straight into her womb. It took seconds for her to start looking full, for her belly to swell and the integrity of that knot's seal to be tested. It held up to the backflow at first, but when he couldn't help a little more humping amid the maddening pleasure of creaming that cat, it dislodged just enough to make even more of a mess of both of them.

Cum poured down her taint when it didn't simply splash all around her, squirting in seemingly every direction at once. Yet for all that glittered upon her fur and sheets alike, he was still spraying her, still stuffing her with seed, sloshing her and breeding her naked, fertile pussy. Of all the things she never thought she'd end up doing with him, it was certainly one of them. Yet her legs remained right there they were, squeezing him around the hips and ass so hard it was like she was trying to snap him. It was going to take more than that. That powerful dog remained securely in place, never wavering, thrusting through his orgasm to make sure he milked out every last squeeze, every little contraction and gush alike from the cumming leopardess until she finally started to relax her grip on him.

That was where they stayed for a while, steaming, sweating, drooling for each other. Mahiri eventually pulled her teeth off of him and Tristan was brave enough to meet her in a kiss. They made out with his knot still wedged inside of her, cock utterly stiff. She was still streaming juices even after releasing so much. The quiver of her cunt around his every single buried inch meant she still wanted more. She didn't have to say anything to confirm that. The intensity of her constant rumbles almost made her overstimulating to get close to, but that good dog stayed right where he belonged, nestled into her, pecs pressed against her tits like pillows. He panted on her, drool dripping right down onto her face, but she refused to let him go yet.

He was hard enough that he probably could have started a second round right then, but instead he started wiggling and tugging to get his knot out of her with what limited range of motion she permitted. The two of them were basking in each other's body heat, their scents rising and mingling, filling the room with mating musk. He leaned in to take a sniff of her hair while she clung to him, though that was more of a distraction while he finally got his knot free of her in a great big splurching yank. He was probably going to regret placing his ears so close to her jaws for that.

Another splatter of cum rained down upon her when it didn't just cling to his abs, and she shrieked out her delight at the feeling of that sudden POP. Even after having that thick of a knot pulled from inside of her, she was tight again in seconds, if still leaking spunk. There she stayed for a while, stretched out, slowly grinding her hips up and down in the air. She finally let him go after that so he could roll over beside her, still hard, just watching her while rivers of cum rolled down her spots and curves. He stroked her belly with a single finger both to smear some of that seed into her fur, and also to admire the extra heft and paunch she'd acquired after taking his load.

"Not too rough, was I kitty? I like to think I know my own strength, but it's hard not to get caught up in things when you're making that much noise."

"Rrr," she said, more of a statement than anything.

"I think that's good!"

He moved onto rubbing her belly with his whole hand, soaking up her happy rumbles. She was passive for a while, permitting the attention, but the urges struck her in time. She was alone with a hot, horny dog, and she was just laying there letting him touch her? That wasn't going to do at all. Sitting up sharply, she took him by the wrist and flashed him a fiery glare, her jaws partly open in a perpetual silent snarl before she spoke.

"I want you to be rougher."

"Ruff ruff," he joked, which got an even more intense stare from her. Her lust wasn't something to be trifled with. Seeing that, he put on a more serious expression. "I can do that."

"Good." Her rumbles were so thick by then it was hard to even understand her. She watched him closely, waiting for his move.

"We should probably agree on something for you to say if you want me to stop. Something like ... well, 'stop' should do it."

She smiled at him, confident that wouldn't be necessary. As much as she appreciated him being cautious, her impatience was causing an involuntary twitch at the corner of her mouth. The urge to launch herself at him in a snarly pounce and take what she needed was ever-present, but that wasn't how she wanted it. She waited, muscles tense, ears perked, eyes wide, and in time he showed her precisely what she'd been craving. As soon as he was sure she was ready, his eyes narrowed, his throat echoed with a constant growl, and he swept her up in his meaty arms with ease.

Mahiri found herself easily manipulated and shoved down flat on the bed before she could even react. He was fast for such a beefcake. She offered her customary mrowls and yowls as if in protest, but she most certainly didn't object. He mounted over her from behind, grabbing at her hair, then her tit. Tugging her head back with that dominant grip got one hell of a sound out of her, like a scratching scream, but he didn't let that slow him down. She didn't say stop. A harsh squish of that utterly squeezable tit made for a good handle, while the grip on her hair kept her in place while he lined up with her flooded pussy all over again.

Simply pushing inside of her was already enough to make her squirt again, though in that case it was a matter of squeezing out some of his own cum. It splashed onto his muscled body, making him glisten while he steamed and perspired over her. Pulling her back onto her knees just so he could grope her all the harder meant she jiggled nicely once he buried himself deep and started humping. There was nothing precise or rhythmic about it - he just took pleasure from her pussy as fast as possible, rapidly thrusting, slamming, spanking her ass with his hips. Proper doggy fucking was exactly what that cat needed.

She didn't even scream anymore once he really got going with her. Every time her voice seemed to be building to something, he squeezed her harder, or knot-slammed her firmly enough to knock her out of focus. Then it was his teeth on the back of her neck. He remembered what she liked. That submissive side of her had never fully vanished even if she was vastly more confident in her current form. Big cats in heat liked having their scruffs bitten, and it was precisely what it took to settle her down and let him claim her. The perfect chomp and she was his to rut. He took to that task with savage need, throwing his strength into her pounding her pussy harder than she ever would have expected from dear sweet Tristan.

It was hard to say if he was more machine or beast. The unceasing pace fit the former, while the sheer drooly savagery fit the latter. He fucked her hard and didn't stop for anything, even if it meant panting wetly on her neck, sweating all over her while he pulled her close to his muscled torso, and stirring up an absolute cacophony of squelching while that knotty dick slammed against her tender lips again and again. She couldn't even snarl amidst that flurry. Her jaw hung slack and her eyes were glazed, saliva trailing over her outstretching tongue that flapped up and down with his every curve-jiggling thrust.

Eventually the position proved too liberating for the cat in his clutches. He pushed her down and got right on top of her once more, this time throwing his weight into pinning her to the bed. Snatching at one of her wrists let him tug that arm behind her back, and a clever maneuver meant he could tug her tail with that same hand. Pulling her hair, yanking that spotty tail, and thumping her butt hard, he fucked her full of precum thick enough to feel like he was shooting another load inside her. She knew he wasn't stopping until he did. If he didn't breed her the first time, he was making sure to put a pup in her with that sloppy finishing slam.

Another rut and another stretching slam of his knot saw it eventually slurp inside her once more. She arched her back but she couldn't do much to show her pleasure. Even her voice was silent when she tried to make some of those prime leopard noises. He took her and he thumped her full until she was stretched and tied, bulging with his knot visible beneath her belly fur. Then there came a snort, a snarl, and other thunderous sounds of dominance as if he was trying to imitate a cat himself when he finished inside his blissfully captive cat just as hard as the first two times.

He didn't stop. Nothing could diminish his stamina when the pussy was that good. She liked to think as much, at least. There was pride warming her cheeks as much as pleasure when she felt his cum shooting so hard inside her, no matter how much he'd already given her. It was the pressure of his knot grinding on all her tender spots that sent her over just as much as it was the sheer satisfaction of his seed splashing inside of her, painting her womb, soaking her depths, painting her inside and out with his warm, canine musk. He bred with her while he tugged or chewed on everything that was most sensitive, and he got her to squirt a puddle's worth of juices by the time he was finally done with his vicious rut.

Slammed, sore, soaked, and panting like a dog herself, Mahiri could only give a shaky purr for him in the aftermath. Steam rose up from their bodies while he loosened his hold on her a little at a time, as if afraid of a classic big cat swipe. She'd been subdued too much for that. Instead, she remained sprawled out, spreading her arms once they were free, drooling on the sheers. Sometimes she groaned. Mostly she sighed. Her tail lazily flicked against his hip while he worked to pull his knot from her once more. The succulent squelch of his fat bulb's liberation didn't elicit so much as a mewl from her. She simply relaxed and leaked his cum for as long as she liked.

Sprawling out beside her with his arm over her head was the perfect invitation to get snuggled into a sweaty dobie pit. That dog was sweaty, putting out an irresistible musk that she loved sniffing as much as she loved wearing. She didn't immediately take the bait, but she was soon snuggled in, kissing beneath his arm, then licking up as much salty sweat as she could get. It had a way of reviving her in time, at least enough that she rose up of her own accord. Kissing that spot left her wanting more, and soon Tristan was granted the luxury of a feline tongue bath all over his muscular body without needing to speak so much as a word to entice Mahiri into it.

She made sure to get a taste of everything. Every shape, every divot, every little detail of Tristan's elaborately sculpted body was worthy of her licking. She slurped and slathered up and down, dragging all along those details. It wasn't a matter of tasting anymore, though there was plenty of sweat to lap up. More than anything, she wanted to pay tribute to that solid, powerful body as best a cat knew how. Tidying up his short fur with her highly textured tongue ensured he was feeling like a proper stud, especially with her purring all over him while she did it. All he could do was soak it in and run his finger slowly through her hair.

Several minutes rolled by with her simply licking him over and over. The faintly scratchy noise of her tongue working over him and his wet panting were the only sounds in the room. She worked her way down, but she was in no rush, no matter how enticing that sex-slathered shaft might have been. His abs needed attention first, and she delighted in dancing over those mountains of muscle with firm, damp applications of her tongue. Only when she had ever so thoroughly cleaned his upper half did she actually move down to lick his cock clean.

Tristan huffed, but he let her work. He wasn't about to interrupt such an intensely focused process. She cleaned off every drop she could get her tongue on, but he was far from dry after that sloppy process. Tasting him again was making her drool on him. She turned her hips to the side, climbing right on top of him just so she could get him from every angle she could. Or that was how she might have explained it, but she had devious ulterior motives in mind from the very first moment.

Even seeing his cushy fate looming, Tristan didn't so much as turn his muzzle to the side while Mahiri settled her spotty ass right atop his face. He let his muzzle get wedged up between her cheeks and instantly laid a firm kiss on her taut rim. She responded with a satisfied growl and pushed even more weight onto his fine head. Straightening up to squish down on top of him meant she couldn't tend to his cock anymore. Sitting on his face was much more important anyway. She wasn't about to miss out on the opportunity to get her ass eaten so thoroughly and eagerly.

Tristan held onto her hips while he buried his face in her ass, licking, grinding, making out with her taut hole for as long as she remained pressing down on top of him. He never seemed to need air. Maybe he got enough in his hungry snurfing and snorting between slurps. She wiggled her hips and slowly rolled back into him, falling into a rhythm of rubbing against his tongue and muzzle alike. The pleasure rose up right along with her throaty rumbles, to growls, even to some vicious hissy snarls. The kitty was pleased and that meant the dog kept licking while she flattened him to the bed with the weight of her spotty rump.

Maybe she could have kept going until she came, but that thorough tonguing had a way of getting her worked up to the point she couldn't simply sit on him and take the pleasure she needed. A sudden lunge left him gasping at the comparatively cool air that hit his liberated face. She moved forth and brought that rear down right atop his still-stuff dick. A few bounces and grinds was enough to make him moan. She simply rubbed herself against him at first, grinding her still-soaked pussy against his shaft when she eventually lined up. It didn't matter how much cum she had inside of her. She wasn't satisfied until she said she was.

"More. Give me more. We're not done until I'm full."

The dobie certainly didn't complain when he got to watch that fine ass going up and down on him while she stuffed herself full of his dick. She sank down to the hilt, snug against his knot, and simply used those surprisingly powerful leg muscles to really ride him. As soft as Mahiri might have looked, there was strength beneath the curves. Not as much as Tristan, for certain, but that didn't matter at that moment. She bucked and bounced and thumped down hard on him while he simply ran hands over her hips, lightly holding on just to make sure she stayed steady all throughout her pounding ride.

Even though that meant driving his cock into her harder and harder with each stroke, she refused to slow down. She worked herself up to panting but she didn't tire herself out. Not visibly anyway. While fatigue may have crept into her body after several minutes of hammering herself down on the dobie's doggy dick, she refused to let it keep her from what she needed. Her body drove her through sheer instinct while rasping, beastly pants escaped her drooling jaws. Turning her head back far enough to snarl towards him while she rode him just brought a pleased smile from him while he worked towards burying his knot inside her all over again.

Driving, drooling, grinding, slamming, the leopardess worked until it wasn't clear which of the two of them was going to be more bruised by her ferocious efforts. She was bellowing, yelling at the ceiling, mixing in screams and cries with the more fearsome thunder that lived inside her. Smacking her own pussy lips and clit alike with that thick bulb over and over again had a way of really making her quiver, but as much as she trembled inside, she still rode him like a valiant steed all the way to the finish. She was a blur of rosettes to his vision while he grunted, puffed, and finally even whimpered his way to yet another extra hot climax right inside her.

His whimper became a howl, or a semblance of one. He was truly worn out by the time she drained his nuts for the fourth time in such rapid succession. She really didn't care if he wasn't a big cat. He needed to fuck like one to satisfy her, and the shuddering, squirting, rocking climax might have finally been enough to settle her down. She jammed that knot inside of her and simply sat on it for a while, snug atop his balls, humping, grinding out every drop she could get while he shot her womb full of cum until she was utterly bloated. Her belly was sticking out, bouncing, sloshing loudly with all that fresh dog spunk swelling her out. She was looking nice and bred already, and glowing just as brightly.

Her hips still moved all on their own for a while longer even after that clenching, twitching, gushing orgasm they shared, as if she was simply a milking machine. Only when she came down from the high did she slump and sigh. Wiggling a little on that knot made the dog yelp, so she instead just carefully settled herself back to lay on top of him. His dick was still stuck inside of her, stiff, shooting just a few more ropes to join the rest of the mess. That was the time to really break out the deepest of purrs, the warmest, most content sounds of a happy cat who finally got what her ravenous appetite for pleasure craved.

A little shift from Tristan eventually allowed him to roll over and hug her from behind, spooning that knotted feline. A testing tug of his knot only confirmed what he already knew.

"Okay, this time for real. That's not going anywhere anytime soon."

"Good. Neither are you."

"Well, yes, I'm generally pretty attached to my -"

"Smartass." She play-growled at him. "You know what I mean. We spent far too much time apart. Now we have a good reason not to do that again."

Mahiri stroked her arms over the shape of her cum-swollen gut and tapped her tail against the dog's hip a few times. He soon joined in rubbing right along with her, as gently as could be.

"Mmm." Tristan simply gave a happy dog-moan at the thought, nestling his head in between her neck and shoulder. "You're right. Why would I want to be anywhere else anyway?"

Snuggled together, the knot still tied, the dog's seed planting deeply within the fertile leopardess, they didn't say a word more. Their bodies had done most of the talking that evening, and had come to a definite conclusion: the two of them were meant to fuck, to mate, to breed, and they'd known it ever since their first meeting. It simply took them some time to find themselves and know right where they belonged.