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There were three distinct varieties of heat Mahiri went into every year. The first kind involved little more than her getting a little feistier, a little hornier, taking extra time at home to rub out those urges in a responsible way. That was the safe sort of thing, easily overcome. It was worse than that. Other times, she was much more unreasonable, wading into public places knowing full well all it was going to take was catching the scent of someone particularly potent to convince her to make a [i]mistake[/i]. A wild, all-night, body-bruising kind of mistake at that.

It wasn't one of those, either. It was the third kind. The waking up in the middle of the night, eyes wide, lips curling into a permanent snarl kind. There was no restraining the inner animal anymore. Mahiri rose sharply in bed as if struck by a bolt and absconded into the night in her underwear, rumbling, aching, longing for the touch of someone who could satisfy her primal need. The sounds she made were nightmare-inspiring, echoing through the witching hour. She knew who she needed. He had [i]better[/i] have been home at that hour. It didn't matter if he was awake. She could wake him up.

Some people would have knocked. Mahiri tried the door instead, jerking at the handle with a rising growl in her chest to find herself blocked off from her goal like that. Maybe there was a side window she could have slipped through, if she was thinking more clearly. It wouldn't have been the first time she casually broke into a friend's home. Instead, she applied pure brute force. She kicked the door with all her might, right around the handle, aiming to break the lock right off for daring to delay her.

Dante found himself jostled out of a good, restful sleep by the sound of some maniac trying to smash down his door. Naturally, he didn't have time to put on any clothes and hide the sleepy half-erection that bobbed along with his aggravated steps towards the entrance of his place. The husky was pure adrenaline, which somehow made him a little hornier with every moment. Or maybe it was walking right into the wall of scent wafting even through the closed door. His keen nose knew a cat in heat when he sniffed one. He didn't hesitate to open up and reveal himself to her, even if it ran the risk of getting pounced.

Mahiri's pupils dilated as soon as she laid eyes on him. She lunged. Growling all the way, she launched herself directly into Dante's arms and let him swing her around a few times, grappling with her, forcing her to stop chomping or clawing him. His cock prodded her right in the belly amid the struggle. If he wasn't in a rut already, dwelling in her unhinged, horny presence was sure to do it. They staggered together, exchanging growls, nothing more than animals, until the stronger husky won out and wrestled her to the ground. He had to hold her by the wrists to keep her from scratching him, but he had to let go of them to get her panties off and give her what he wanted, something he communicated to her with an angry snarl that finally seemed to quell her ferocity, for a moment.

Instead, she took to sawing, making those uniquely unsettling leopard sounds that had her chest rising and falling with those raspy growl-breaths of need. She sent that call for a mate all through the room, and right out the open door into the night for anyone to hear. There hadn't even been time to ensure their privacy when the urgency was that high. The neighbours were just going to have to listen to them. It was an [i]emergency[/i]. Dante tentatively let her go, watching her carefully for any sign of lunging or biting while he finished removing her bra. If it was going to be [i]right[/i], they both needed to be as naked as beasts.

It was best not to keep her waiting a second more than he needed to. A soaking, dripping, flexing cunt steaming with pure lust awaited his attention. The sight, the warmth, the scent saturating his senses was the sort of thing to make him start drooling on her. There was no time to worry about the indignity of it all. For as much as he knew she needed his dick, he couldn't resist the temptation she offered him. She owed him at least a good taste after interrupting his sleep like that.

With his hands planted on her thighs to keep them parted, and to at least try to keep her from kicking him once he really got going, he dove in. A deep breath, and he shoved his muzzle between her legs to huff and snuff and slurp her pussy until he was soaked from lips to ears in her juices. Which took seconds at most. She drenched him and soaked him to the skin in horny kitty scent, but he had a feeling he was going to soak her right back with how well she was working him up. The longer the licked, the more she screeched for him, in those piercing feline wails that were as unpleasant as they were strangely arousing, and he throbbed for her, dripping all over his own floor to add to the puddle of juices steaming there after less than a minute together.

Wrapping his whole mouth around her pussy, he sucked and slopped alike. Penetrating her with his tongue meant delving into her flavour even more deeply, getting overwhelmed from all sides with just how much soaked into his senses all at once. He could only keep that up for so long. It left him absolutely guzzling her juices, nearly choking on them, but it was all worth it just for the amusement of her flailing around, thrashing, knocking over chairs in her near-feral fury right there in the middle of his living room, cold night air blowing over their bare bodies.

Pulling back with a [i]splap[/i] of tongue and a splash of juices that cascaded back down over the writhing, horny kitty, Dante finally managed a toothy grin. Neither of them had said a word. They didn't have to. Their bodies did such a fine job communicating everything they needed to know. The only question was how he was going to [i]take[/i] that insane kitty without her clawing him up too much. She was already reaching out, and he had to knock her hands away just to keep those curved blades from digging into his skin. Eventually, he took charge with a deep, boofing bark and an enduring growl.

Seizing her by the throat made her eyes wide with fury and lust alike. Surely she'd understand if he strangled her, just a little. It meant taking a few cuts on the fingers when she fought him, but it was a sufficient distraction to start turning her over, forcing her down on her belly to leave her a little safer to mount. Locking a strong arm around her throat from behind, pulling one of her wrists behind her back, he subdued her as best he could, just to get his thick, knotted cock pointed at her pussy. Of course, as soon as she felt the first prod against her tender lips, she was a violent, snarling beast all over again, even trying to bite the arm around her throat.

“Easy, [i]easy![/i]" Dante growled, wrenching her back.

He had to get a little rough with her if she was going to get what she needed. It was in her best interests. Pressing his chest to her back, humping her leg a few times, he eventually found his spot again. Choking out her screams while he slowly, smoothly penetrated her, he felt her clench up taut around his very first inch the instant he was inside her, quivering like she was going to cum for him on the spot. That tremble eventually passed through her entire body. She wasn't fighting so much as she was simply shaking in his arms, convulsing madly at the pleasure of getting some good dog dick. She was such a mess of a cat, but she calmed a little when he wrapped her scruff up in his fangs just right and sank ever deeper until his knot kissed up against her pussy.

That solid thump brought something else out of her. A distant, empty-headed whimper escaped from her trembling lips. Dante couldn't help a little chuckle. It was a little pathetic. But in a hot way. A sudden surge of activity, a flex of her muscles had her shoving her rump back at him, arching her back to slam against his knot as if to stuff it inside her right that moment. He wasn't about to let her have it just yet. She was going to take a [i]pounding[/i] before she got the knot. Straightening up, but still gnawing on her neck in the perfect spot to placate her, at least slightly, he shook himself as if to shed the fatigue of waking up so suddenly and put himself into being the best fuckbeast he could be.

It wasn't poetry. They weren't making anything resembling love. In fact, anyone who could have seen them - or just heard them - in those moments might have thought they hated each other. Fighting like the cats and dogs they were, they fucked in brutal mutual percussion, with the cat pressing back and thumping herself into the husky just as hard as he stuffed her. The steady beating of knot against soft leopard pussy lips brought the most noise of all, even over the mutual snarls and the cat's yowls. The succulent slaps of thick, engorged husky knot slowly parting the petals of crisp, sex-glazed big cat pussy rang out for all to hear along with the unending cacophony of pleasure they shared.

Dante could feel it. More than just the pleasure bolting down his dick, he felt his ears go back and his lips curl, felt the tension rising in his muscles to give him even more strength, even more stamina than usual. He was in full, ball-swelling rut by the time he started to hammer his knot halfway inside of her. Pressing into that tender embrace, only to yank back brought shriek after shriek from the leopardess, but he was relentless in his pursuit of their equal satisfaction. Every thrust brought him a little closer to tying with her, but he wasn't going to let that slow him down too much either.

Finally, with a long, wet [i]schlurk[/i], he popped that big fat bulb inside her and left her arching and shuddering beneath him. Her tongue flopped from her jaws to leave her further noises more muffled, sounding sillier, slightly broken when he just kept on driving into her despite locking in like that. A little tugging meant he didn't even have to shorten his thrusts. He'd loosened her up enough to take the knot, so that meant he could yank it right back out too. A splatter of juices misted into the air when he wrenched it right back out and made her scream, nearly headbutting him with the toss of her red-maned head. Yet for all the noise she was making, he didn't relent. [i]POP[/i] went his knot, fully escaping the gushing grasp of her cunt, only for him to jam it back in on his next thrust. She quivered around him, trying to [i]keep[/i] him there, to make him soak and breed her on the spot, but he wasn't ready yet. He was going to enjoy that majestically heated pussy for as long as he liked.

Savagely, mercilessly knot-fucking her until she was going slightly slack, seemingly on the verge of passing out from pleasure in his clutches, he never lost his pace either. Everything swirled around them as they finished each other off in violent, bruising thumps, throwing their bodies together with everything they still had in the tank. Her screams sounded more like actual moans after taking that knot again and again for long enough - only to slip into rumbles, into snarls, into a rising roar sure to do some damage to the surrounding windows and anything else made of glass. She bellowed the sound and went as tight as possible until he felt the squirting gush of climax all over his fur, drenching his swinging, plapping balls.

One more good lunge was all it took for him. He buried himself fully inside her, nuts-deep, bulging her belly with his size until he was ready to release her neck from his jaws and howl triumph over her battered and shivering body. Her orgasm never slowed for a second, not when he was shooting all that cum, all that thick, potent husky seed straight into her unprotected, heated womb. It wasn't a mistake. It was their [i]purpose[/i], and they were just lucky they'd managed to unite on such a night, writhing and twitching their way down from the beastly high of mating season, minds finally coming unclouded only for the daze of satisfaction to keep their thoughts from forming too clearly.

Dante slowly slumped back down, covering her like a blanket, still shooting his spunk inside her a little longer. Her continued contractions on his sex-soaked knot ensured their orgasms lingered on and blended into each other even when their muscles barely responded anymore. They sprawled out on the hard floor like it was the most comfortable bed they'd ever been in, panting in the aftermath of what they'd done. A breeze blew in through the window, biting their soaked fur with the chill. Mahiri rattled the husky's bones with her best big cat purr, rumbling so hard it tickled.

With his chin atop the leopard's head, Dante finally gave a little chuckle. He patted the cat on the butt.

“There. Does that feel better, kitty? Nice and bred, like you deserve."

Mahiri [i]mrawwwled[/i] and squirmed around beneath him just to hear her belly sloshing about with all that seed planted within her. She was [i]absolutely[/i] pregnant. It didn't matter if they had to leap a little species barrier. That much husky jizz inside her when she was in that state meant she was already in the process of making a nice new hybrid, already on the path to months of swelling and glowing in her post-mating satisfaction. A little thought made her smirk and speak her first coherent words since she'd arrived at his door, glancing back at the dog on her back.

“Wanna try for a whole sled team?"

“I knew you'd say something like that. Think you can make it to the next room? You would probably be a lot more comfy pressed down on my bed."

“Mmmm. Mating pressed, even?" The leopard didn't move, too busy looking happy and dreamy at the thought. She had to wait for him to pull out of her anyway.

“Now you're just reading my mind. Let's get you up."

Mahiri wasn't without her continued yowls when Dante started so casually pulling his knot out of her. The initial tugging got a good, extended snarl from her, finishing off with a shriek to accompany the pop. Yet when he was done, leaving her gushing some high-pressure husky cum all over his floor, she could only slump down on her folded arms and purr her way through those sensations. Dante gave her a look, considered, and then finally shrugged to himself. If she wasn't going to move, he'd move her.

First, he stepped away long enough to close and lock the swinging door, briefly glancing out into the dark to see if anyone had been watching the whole time. Maybe not, but there had definitely been eavesdroppers. It was impossible not to hear them going at it, and they weren't going to get much quieter. He returned to the creamed leopard to scoop her up in his strong arms, showing off a little in truth. She was no small cat, curvy and tall, but he cradled her all the same in a bridal carry on the way to the bedroom. He could hear her sloshing with his every step.

That was all the care she was going to get. When he was [i]mostly[/i] confident he was in range of his bed, he braced himself, took a few swings, and tossed her halfway across the room to crash and sprawl on the bouncing mattress. It creaked under the impact, reminding him he really needed to get the springs replaced. Oh well. It was going to be fun hearing her moans and snarls mixing with the springs. He loomed above, looking for his spot.

There was just one problem. A seemingly pacified cat with her belly showing like that was always a trick. He might as well have been considering laying down right atop a steel trap. Pointing a finger at her, he gave her a stern tone.

“If you bite me again, I'm going to bite back."

“I accept your terms."

That wasn't the response he was looking for. The fangy grin on her face was strikingly insane. The sight of her pulsing, steaming, dripping pussy all primed and ready for sloppy seconds was exactly the kind of argument he needed to make him not care. He took a deep breath, stretched his arms, and overtook her with his bulk entirely, covering her up and slipping between her thighs so she could latch onto him with all four limbs.

He immediately felt her claws on his back, and his response was to grab her by the hips, shove her, bend her, and get her tilted back on the bed so she was in absolutely perfect pounding position. Only then did he get his coated cock slapped down atop her sex, slipping back and forth, getting somehow even more lubricated than it already was. The teasing brought her growls forth once again, and then came her fangs.

Dante wasn't lying. As soon as he felt her chomp him on the shoulder, he chomped right back. Gnawing on her hard enough to hurt didn't do much to dissuade her, even when he went for the throat. Getting a grip on that tender part of her slowed her ever so slightly, enough for her to let out a moan that only got louder with him pushing inside of her once more. The creamy squish of spunk squirting out around his cock, squeezed out by his pulsing husky dick went along with the smooth [i]schlick[/i] of slick, sloppy walls, slathered in all their mutual indulgence, and the seed he'd already planted in her. As far as he was concerned, a busty, lust-crazed leopardess like her could always get [i]more[/i] pregnant.

The most daring thing of all wasn't trying to fuck the big cat who still had that crazy look in her eyes. It was trying to kiss her. He went for it anyway. Shoving his muzzle against hers was putting his tongue in biting range, but she refrained from her wilder instincts to return the makeout session, sucking and slurping, swallowing plenty of dog saliva. Their kissing was every bit as messy as the [i]schlip schlop[/i] of his cock pressing even deeper than before. This time, he didn't hesitate to pop his knot inside on the very first thrust, even if it meant gulping down her yowls. She was getting his whole cock, and he was going to keep her pinned there until she was satisfied.

She gripped him tighter, clawed him deeper, and eventually pulled from his lips just so she could sink her teeth into him again. He responded just as hard, both of them leaving some nice red marks under each other's fur with those fangs, when they weren't just exchanging barks and growls. Dante swore he'd never felt a wetter pussy wrapped around his dick. Every single stroke, every single knot-pop brought out another gush of fuckslop, painting the bed, their thighs, their bellies. The scent of need rose thick enough to make his eyes water, but it wasn't all her. He was putting his mark on her with every single thrust, slamming the bed into a deep sag. The squeaking was prominent, but he plapped his balls to her fine spotty ass even louder than that.

Digging his knees into the bed, gripping the sheets, and biting the cat's throat tightly enough to make her wheeze and gasp, the husky really poured the power into that juicy, clenching pussy, letting it milk him just as much as he drove her into the deepest, aching pleasure he could provide. The slight lack of air was only making her tighter on him. She gave great shuddering rolls of her hips, humping right back at his pounding, popping knot splattering her in juices on every tug. She pumped him and she squeezed him so hard sometimes he had to grunt just to yank his cock free of her slick grasp, or to drive balls deep into her all over again. He fucked her so deep his balls were pressed tight to her pussy lips on every thrust, getting a nice wet kiss before he pulled back with another room-misting, slurping, suckling [i]POP[/i] to it it all again.

They steamed the windows with their body heat, painting the walls with their mingling scents, panting and puffing in each other's faces, but Dante wasn't about to slow down. He had a pussy to breed, and his sole purpose was fulling Mahiri up as much as he could. She [i]needed[/i] him. He saw that in her wild eyes, in her flashing fangs, in the choked and rattled cries escaping her throat when he wasn't gnawing on it.

Pulling back to simply stare at her, showing her his gnashing teeth and getting some air-chomps right back, he panted like the dog he was but never slowed down when her pussy felt that good. Deep, full-cock lunges kept him flexing his every muscle, ramming between her gripping thighs, watching her bounce and wobble until her tits bounced up under her chin. Briefly picturing how much bigger they were going to get once she was all knocked up with his pups was what made him really start driving home.

He must have hit her right where it felt best. In a moment he saw her expression transform from ferocious and demanding to all scrunched up with the strain of absolute pleasure passing through her. He might have chuckled at her if he wasn't busy snarling and whimpering alike over how hard she was clamping down on him. She finally made him break that big dommy dog demeanour, but only for a moment.

His balls went tight, his knot swelled even fatter, and the pleasure rushed to his tip right as he felt her going off with those rapid-fire contractions. She arched herself and squeezed him hard, and he just humped her in short, wild thrusts as they erupted together, perfectly in sync as a mating pair, breeding again.

The immediate relief of letting off all that pressure came with the bliss of knocking up such a soft, supple, fertile leopardess all over again. He put so much cum inside her that he got a nice preview of how she was going to look carrying his hybrids, with that belly squishing up against his own in the middle of their shared orgasm. The extra pressure didn't make her stop squeezing. Not when she had so much squirting to do, milking him with every flex, painting him with another splash of femcat juices to soak deep into his fur. The two of them marinated in each other, sharing scents as if to become one, mates, breeding partners, wrapped up in each other's bodies simply because their natural urges told them to. Dante had no regrets.

He slowly sank down the longer he came inside of her, draining his balls down to the last drop. She was still twitching long after she stopped gushing, helping to milk out a few more thinner squirts to add to the rest of the load bloating and rounding her out. When she opened her eyes again it was with a much different fire behind them.

Rather than the furious aggression, it was a welcoming passion, a fondness for him that made him want to kiss her. He'd given her everything her body needed, and she could only begin to think of ways to thank him when he went in for a smooch himself - one that started on her neck and travelled down until he could bury his face in the fluff and squish of her cleavage. Those tits were all his to play with as much as he liked after a breeding like that.

That was enough to get another moan out of her, especially when he was pinching those perked teats between his lips. There was no inner thunder under the sound that time. She simply huffed and groaned her way through the attention, finally sounding fully like a person again and not some sort of creature. Dante sucked and licked for as long as he liked, and he got those purrs in response soon enough. The constant vibrations tickled his tongue and kept him toying with her in the steaming aftermath until he saw fit to slowly slurp his cock out of the kitty at last. The resulting [i]schlop[/i] of juices pouring over his bed didn't bother him. He was happy to sleep in that scent, if she'd ever let him sleep.

Mahiri perked up as soon as he was out of her, licking her lips ever so suggestively at him. He watched her with a smile, tipping his head like he didn't know what she was getting at.

“Yes? Can I help you?"

“Was thinking about helping you. You [i]could[/i] go towel off, but it'd be such a waste. Just look at that dick, all nice and dripping. I'll clean it up for you if you want." She had an enchanting purr under every word, irresistible to any who heard her, but Dante pointed a stern finger at her chest anyway.

“[i]No[/i] biting."

“I would [i]never.[/i]"

Her teasing response wasn't exactly reassuring, but the sultry slip of her tongue over her muzzle certainly was. Dante slipped back and let her slowly rise to a crawl, dripping the whole time. Her tits glistened with his spit and her pussy poured a steady waterfall of their mating all over the sheets, but she didn't pay that any mind. Her sole objective was getting that cock in her mouth. Letting that recently-feral leopardess between his legs almost made Dante flinch, but he held fast. At least until she started licking.

He simply had to bury his hand deep in her crimson locks just to have something to hold onto. She didn't mind. Mahiri was a beast of pure focus, slurping him from heavy balls to sheath, then moving onto his wet knot, sweeping and sliding all around his entire shaft to make sure she got every angle, every taste, every last drop of mixed sex clinging to his shaft. She made eyes at him the whole time, fluttering her lashes, looking ever the innocent and adoring cat and not the wild leopard criminal ready to commit a break and enter she'd been earlier that night.

Her sucking skills made up for all that. Dante leaned his head back, eyes closed, and let himself moan out loud. The smooth slide of her soft black lips along with the cradle of her rough tongue eventually reaching all the way under his balls nearly did him in right there, no matter how drained he was. She held the whole thing in her mouth, knot behind her teeth, and applied as much suckling pressure as she could until she finally slipped back for a breath. Popping off just to look fondly up at him, she gave him more of those silky, rumbled words, lips all sleek with juices.

“You taste so good ... I'm going to keep doing this for you the whole time. I'm only going to get hornier when I'm pregnant, you know."

It was true to the letter. Dante lost track of how many times she eagerly went down on him in the months of swelling up taut and soft. Before sex, after sex, or when he was trying to relax, she was a cocksucking menace and he loved every single second of it. She only got better at it the longer she did it, learning all the tricks, all his weaknesses. When she rubbed his balls just right, or squeezed his knot between her lips, or licked along a spot that was especially sensitive, she always got what she wanted - a fat, hot cumshot straight down her throat for her to loudly gulp, or a heavy coating to mask her proud feline features in the aftermath.

This time, one cozy autumn day, she wasn't letting go. She took it a step further, pressing closer, wrapping her tits around the base of his dick, squishing his knot in huge, plentiful cleavage. Her bust was so much bigger after months of being knocked up, all but fully eclipsing his shaft, but she made sure to get her mouth around as much as she could. Even then, it was a slow, rumbling suck, using all those textures to the fullest. Fluffy warmth, wet tingly tongue, and so much kitty drool working over his dick meant Dante was cumming in her mouth, ready or not. Especially when she teased and fondled his nuts in the way she [i]knew[/i] damn well he loved so much.

A long, impressive groan along with a more overwhelmed whimper came with him falling back to the bed, sprawling on the sheets in bliss while he went off. And hard. Gushing straight down her gullet, leaving her to delightedly chug his spunk, he held nothing back. He kept cumming even when she slowly slipped off his every inch. She knew what she was doing. Squeezing her breasts around his knot got her a nice hot rope splashed over her face, from chin to brow. The rest she let pour all over her tits until she was nice and coated, dripping a little, but mostly letting it all soak into her fur, as if she wasn't already marked enough already by all her time with him.

“Ohhhh, Mahiri," he finally said, with an arm laid limply over his forehead.

She was still toying with his dick, running her finger up and down its length as it flopped over slightly. It didn't take much stimulation to get him firm again, especially when she spoke.

“Don't suppose you have a ride in you? I could use the exercise. Look at how plump I'm getting!"

“I don't think it's lack of exercise." He slowly sat up, scooting back so get his back against some pillows. There were a lot more pillows on his bed with her around and pregnant. “Well, let's get a look at you. See how you're coming along."

“You see me every day, silly dog."

“I mean [i]really[/i] see." He reached out. “Hop up. You know I'm always happy to provide whatever you need."

“If your hips can take it." She grinned, slowly climbing over him, taking a heavy seat on his thighs.

He didn't bother to tease back. There was nothing to tease. Instead, he reminded her exactly how gorgeous she was, just by using his hands. He started at her thighs, pressing his fingers deeply into all the extra squish and heft she had there all thanks to him. They were thicker than ever, conforming to his every touch, and he spent plenty of time admiring them before moving on. A handful of her ass was just as satisfying, kneading those heavy cheeks that bounced with her every step in those later stages of growing for him. Lingering there to just keep massaging was tempting, especially when it made her rumble so nicely for him, but he kept going to make sure every one of her curves got some love.

A rub across her hips and around eventually left him with his hands all over his belly. That huge, gravid tum demanded more attention than just his hands. Leaning in to press his face against it, just to feel how taut and stuffed she really was, he couldn't help a smile. She was huge. They were going to have a whole squad, a whole pack of half-cat-half-dog pupkittens, and not even that had slowed down her lust for his dick in the slightest. She was all but climbing right onto it while he admired her, unable to wait any longer.

If that was how it was going to be, he was just going to have to straighten up, grab her tits, and squeeze while she got in position. Kneading deeply enough into her breasts made her leak a small stream of milk from each. He left that to trickle while she brought her plump, tender pussy down on his cock, slowly, carefully taking him inside. She was extra sensitive in those days. She didn't want to get too rough - at least not until she couldn't help herself and [i]thumped[/i] down hard on him, taking him to the knot in an instant.

“Oops," she said, definitely not sorry about how much he was squirming in pleasure. “Didn't hurt, did it?"

“Mmm. Nope. Careful, though. You should probably be taking it easy." He rubbed fondly over her middle some more when he was sure he could still feel his legs.

“But I'm [i]horny.[/i]" She didn't whine it, she briefly growled it. That tiny flash of the wild cat who'd shown up scratching at his door one cool evening was gone as soon as it appeared though, to be replaced by the warm, seductive feline leaning close to breath her words into his perked ears. “I know how much you love this pregnant pussy."

He couldn't argue with that. She had him dead to rights. The throb he made inside her when she said that was all the evidence she'd ever need. Pushing down, putting some pressure on his knot just to grind her clit against something, she finally let up. Even in her heavier form, she still had plenty of control over her body, plenty of springy strength with which to ride him. His job was to be stiff and eager for her, and to provide all the belly and tit rubs she could possibly ask for while she pleasured herself with his cock.

“Ohhhh, Dante,'" she moaned mere seconds after she got going. It sounded almost exaggerated in the depth, in the passion, but he knew it was genuine by then.

A slight thump of his tail was impossible to suppress when he watched her like that. It felt every bit as good to have her riding his cock as it did to just see her looking so pleasured, so blissful in her huge, impregnated state. Her instincts had guided her to such a good mate, providing everything she needed, knocking her up so good. They had slow, but firm sex, reminding him yet again he needed to get those squeaky springs fixed. Or maybe he didn't. He was starting to grow accustomed to the way they sounded, mingling with the purrs and plaps.

With that much weight coming down on him, it didn't take her long to swallow his knot, enveloping it in that twitchy, clenching cunt to just hold for a few seconds. She didn't move but for her own inner flexing, rumbles spiking to something deeper, hair fluttering through the air when she tossed her head in pleasure. Only when she'd savoured that feeling for long enough did she start moving her hips again to give herself that inner massage she craved in short, bouncy strokes. It didn't take her much longer to start quivering inside in a way he'd come to know so well.

“Mmmm, close. You gonna give me some more?" she softly coaxed him.

“Of course."

“Cum, I mean. We can talk about [i]having[/i] more when I'm done with this batch."

Her chuckle got swiftly interrupted by her own moans. She leaned forward, throwing her arms around him. Dante got as close to her as he could with that belly in the way, pressed between them, lightly wobbling with her bed-shaking, hip-thumping motions. He was balls-deep in her well-bred pussy, tenderly massaging him, squeezing him for everything he could give her.

She was doing most of the moving in that position, but worked up to that intense, edging peak, he had to give her a few good thrusts just to remind her how good she felt all wrapped around him. With his hands on her vast hips, her arms around him, and her rumbles overtaking his entire being, he came for her on that warm, lazy afternoon, just as hard as he ever had.

Maybe her squirting wasn't quite so aggressive as it had been in the middle of her heat, but she still made such a mess of him when she got off. Her cries sounded shocked, as if only just reminded of how good an orgasm felt with a knotted husky cock stuck inside her. Then it was all sing-song lovely kitty sounds for him to cum to, filling her right up, draining his balls, just for her.

She wasn't giving him much other option, snug on top of him like that. Bouncing and grinding a little just to squeeze out the last gasps of pleasure, she only relented when she finally settled and stopped contracting so hard on his dick. A gentle squeeze and a steady purr-moan left her slumping against him, making herself a pillow and a blanket all in one, pinning him to the bed. There was plenty for him to play with for as long as she remained there.

“Okay. Maybe I made up my mind already. I think ... let's go for another six after this round. It's going to be pretty close to mating season by then anyway ..."

With the satisfied leopardess kissing him all over the neck, Dante had little more to do than to lick back and nod his head.

“You know I'll be ready."

“To provide for your mate. Like you say." She smiled, gently. “I picked well. Or animal instinct did, anyway."

One fateful night was all it took to tie them together as a breeding pair, to bring more and more hybrids into the world, to keep them lusting for each other day, after day, after day. Dante had no regrets about welcoming her into his home that night. Her body was so cozy to have close to him, and it was so much fun to make her happy. Someday, maybe, if she could ever keep her hands off of him for a few hours, he was even going to fix that door she dented in her insatiable state. It was only a matter of months until she had his pups, and then a few more until mating season returned and she was on the prowl once again.