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Warmth, pulsing and slowly growing slick with juices. Sluggish dreams dragged through the feline's exhausted mind, but that moisture, hot and pervasive, pulled him from his slumber. His cheeks were spread wide around something thick and pulsing steadily with life. Down, between his thighs, the very tip nestled firmly against the back of his sack, drooling juices into his fur. He was a mess already.

A soft breath of a mewl scraped from his throat, and the kitty gave a little wiggle against that slow-throbbing rod. Deep, even breaths pushed against his back, slowly squishing breasts to his hide. One blue eye cracked open just a hint, and the kitty huffed. A paw slid down, searching its way through the bedding to finally take hold of that slumbering beast. Scooting forward a little, the feline pulled it up with a pout, dragging the tip up between his cheeks until it was drooling against the proper spot. He trembled slightly, but he managed to wiggle his hips, his cheeks rubbing and dragging over the thick cockhead pinned to his tight spot. The dragoness' breathing deepened slightly, but she did nothing.

Biting his lip, the kitty leaned back, slowly pushing against that point. A soft mewl broke from him nonetheless as his hole opened around that creature, and he gave firm wiggles of his hips, working it inside as he held the shaft tight. His fur bristled and tingled all over his arms by the time he pulled the head inside, but he firmly pushed back all the same, panting softly. Black-furred legs kicked at the bed and pulled him backwards until his cheeks pushed firm to those smooth hips. Lith let a deep breath of relief go, collapsing a moment as his own shaft tented the blanket draped over him.

A deep draw of air pushed against his back, and a hand slowly clasped on his hip. Lith mewled quietly, and a hint of a giggle rung in his ear as that shaft dragged out. The bed lurched slightly as a cry broke from the young kitty, and soon it was clacking firmly against the wall. The first gentle glow of day was only beginning to caress the windows, but already, the room was growing warm and humid. Covers fell off the bed as the bed's headboard cracked rhythmically, not quite drowning out the soft medley of moans and purrs.

By the time Melody thought to check the clock, the kitty laid out on his belly and gasping at the foot of the bed, it was already into first period.

"Wh-whaat?!" Suddenly, the seemingly depleted feline was on his feet, scrambling to find his clothes. He'd never been late to school before! The look on his face when he found his pants in a heap, smothered in dried juices, had Melody cracking up and wrapping her arms around him.

A bright blue baby tee and low rider jeans were good enough for covering, though they would be a bit large-- Melody wasn't that big, but she still outmeasured the feline. In just about every way, in fact. Underwear was a problem, though.

Lith held up a pair of panties gingerly, looking at them with a sullen pout. Apparently, he didn't think that it helped that they were already stretched out to be plenty roomy in the front. She offered to go find a pair of her father's boxers, but the kitty's ears drew flat against his head at the thought. He spent several moments wiggling naked in the middle of the dragoness' room, until she thought she might have to keep him for a few more periods-- before he finally hitched up a leg, blushing brightly as he slid into the secondhand pair. Musical giggles wandered in the background as he cinched them up. A little too roomy in the front, in fact-- and the back was already getting damp and gooey. He'd tried cleaning up quickly, but there was still more coming out of him. A lost cause, and they were growing later with every moment.

Another moment, and finally, they were on their way. Lith pouted at the glove compartment. He didn't have his books or anything... It was lucky the dragoness had access to a car, and apparently knew how to drive quite well. He might have wondered at it, but it seemed as though her parents were quite wealthy. But then, most of his classmates were.

Pendleton was considered a fairly prestigious high school-- though among the upper leagues of private schools, it was seen more as "somewhere nice" to send children from whom the rich did not expect much. It was the finest and closest school Lith could get a scholarship for, though. And from the front gate, it certainly looked like a nice place.

A massive garden stretched from the outer walls to the sprawling main building. The entry path was lined with naked cherubim, and split around a great fountain just short of the main entrance. In the entry hall, Melody paused only to squeeze Lith's rear with a little smile before striding off down a side hallway. And suddenly, Lith was alone. With himself.

The way that he'd acted... Lith padded to class with a worried frown, staring at the tiles sliding under his feet. The things he'd done... the things he'd let her do to him. He'd never even kissed a girl before. He'd never... done it. But she'd pushed him down and put that thing inside him... and it had felt so good... He blushed softly, adjusting his pants. Panties felt very strange. But... did this mean... he wasn't a virgin anymore? He hadn't even put it in anyone. He'd just come and come and come all over himself, and the furniture, and his clothes... How could he have liked all that? How could that warmth and pulsing in his mouth feel so...

"Hey, kid? Kid!" Something imposed on the floor before him a moment before he bumped into it. Lith yelped, jumping back a few steps. A brown-furred canine frowned down at him, one brow cocked. "You're not going anywhere in a hurry, are ya?" He folded his arms. "First period is almost over. You aren't--?"

"I'm late!" The feline cried out, suddenly desperate, and rushed past the man. It hadn't occurred to him until he had apologized his way to his seat that that might have been the hall monitor. Mewling softly to himself, the feline scrubbed his paws over his face-- and paused. A soft whispering had been floating amongst the students since he'd come in, now that he thought of it. The teacher was carrying on with her lecture, but there were still murmurs around him.

The feline straightened to peek over his fingers. His classmates were glancing at him. Nobody stared, but it was obvious-- people were talking about him. His ears perked to points, his cheeks growing warm. He knew he'd never been late before, but it wasn't like it was all that rare for someone to be tardy... A boy behind him burst into a dark chuckle at a friend's murmurs, and the teacher snapped at him. Class seemed to drag by, but finally, the bell rang.

Lith had hardly gotten away from his desk before a call stopped him. "Lith! Hey, hold up." It was a ferret, wearing a smile that seemed rather... insincere. They'd had a few classes together, he was pretty sure he was named Alex. "Lith. You've heard these rumors going around, right?" The ferret glanced around. People were still watching, though most were slowly milling toward the door. "It's not true, is it?" He chuckled. "You and Melody?"

The feline blinked, and blushed brightly. "W-what? What rumor?" His eyes darted around to the others, wide with creeping terror. They couldn't know. They couldn't!

Alex cracked up, as did the boys at his shoulder. "Shit, I can't believe people are even spreading this. Yeah, I didn't think so. Well, just steer clear of her, huh? Someone's started a rumor that you two are dating. Who knows what she'd do to you if she thought you started it!" He cackled as he turned away. "Man. Can you imagine, those two? Seeya, man." The class emptied with a fresh ripple of murmurs. Lith was left to stand there, halfway between shocked and relieved. With a little sprinkle of insulted on top. Was it really THAT hard to believe? A sullen pout accompanied him out into the hallway.

The rumor still seemed to be at large, though-- people chittered and pointed in the halls all the way to his next class. When he turned the last corner, his breath caught-- he realized a moment too late that he shared his next class with a certain black dragoness. She stood leaning against the lockers to one side of the door, eyes casting about slowly. She smiled broadly when she spotted him, and opened her arms. Lith blinked, and glanced around a moment, as if someone else could possibly be the intended target of her gesture. He stepped closer, very aware of the many eyes now following him. When he drew within arm's length, the dragoness scooped him up, the two twirling slightly as she took his lips in a deep kiss. Gasps filled the hallway, kicked up like a flock of birds around them. Her tongue shoved into his mouth, seizing the feline's and wrapping around it, dragging across it. Something warm was pushing against his lower belly.

And suddenly, the kiss broke. Melody smiled sweetly, holding the panting, disheveled kitty's paw and leading him into the room. Open, noisy gossiping filled the hallway as soon as they were through the door. That class, Lith didn't learn a single thing. He couldn't even hear the teacher. The class was almost silent, but he could feel the eyes. People wondering how some skinny little nerd had scored the intimidatingly beautiful, untouchable dragoness that maintained an almost legendary status among the horny and shameless ranks of the Pendleton senior class. But more than any others, he felt two eyes on his back-- hers. She sat right behind him, one knee just touching his rear. He stared at his desk, trying to fight back the heat in his cheeks.

Thankfully, Melody had different classes for third and fourth periods. The rumors had solidified, however. People were starting to approach him in the hallway. Some guys slapped him on the back and joked. Some were a little more serious, leaving the kitty quaking. A few girls even seemed to flirt with him, though he wasn't sure what they actually wanted. By the time lunch period rolled around, the feline was exhausted. He didn't know what he'd done, but he seemed to have been dragged into some kind of social typhoon. He usually had lunch with Lacey, but today, he was trying to think of somewhere he could eat and hide from everyone for an hour just to get a little peace and quiet.

Melody had similar plans. Her smile brought the feline to a stop in the door of his classroom, his stomach tying in a knot.

Downstairs. Out a side door. Down a side path. Behind the bushes, on his knees. Leaning back against the side of the school, she pulled him close. Her skirt flipped up, and draped over the mewling kitty's head. A familiar warmth pushed to his face, spongy soft but broad and warm nonetheless. The gentle musk of her filled him, trapped here under her skirt. His lips caressed over sheer cloth, kissing through her panties at the creature underneath. He could feel it pulse slowly in response. Paws slid up the dragoness' legs to steal her panties away. By the time the fabric peeled back, that sausage was heavy and hardening, and it swung to smack into his face, free from its little prison tucked between her legs. He mewed submissively and licked at the beast as though to appease it, paws closing around it as it steadily hardened against tongue and lip and finger. He could feel it filling with life, and familiar hungers stirred inside him.

He couldn't understand any of it, but even as he quaked with regret for the strange turn his life had taken, even as he wished for the old days when nobody whispered about him or put things in him or even noticed him... even as he quietly resented Melody, he could not deny the way his blood pumped when he felt the warmth of that mysterious, massive manhood. He could not ignore the way he drooled and his tongue played across his lip when he smelled her dried juices. And when she drooled on his tongue, that hot flesh pushing his lips open, he could not pretend his pants were not tented. Whatever was happening to him, he felt alive. He hungered for her, and his simple life seemed drab and meaningless in the shadow of this immense cock and all that it could do to him. His eyes watered as he pushed her to the back of his throat, gagging painfully each time.

A soft giggle played on the breeze, and a hand landed on his head. Ah, that's right, he thought. Just like that. His body jerked once as his throat strained open, and his neck filled with that reassuring warmth. Her purrs tickled his ears, making them flick against the skirt draped over them.

Laughter, however, snapped his eyes wide. He couldn't see, of course-- he was all alone in the dark with the beast sliding into his throat. But outside, unfamiliar voices were approaching. He tensed and shifted to pull back-- but that hand didn't budge. Girls, chattering, drew closer and closer. How they'd look right now... he imagined it-- Melody, legs spread, wearing one of her little smiles. Lith, half-kneeling, half-sitting on the ground with his dick out, his head stuffed under the dragoness' skirt. God, how the rumors would--

"That's it, baby, right there! Ohhh...! Fuck, your tongue is the best!" Her voice was high, rolling out of her in a blatant moan.

He stared wide-eyed at nothing. The voices stopped. There was a soft rustling. And... the whispering.

Her hips ground in as she hilted against his face, fingers curling tight in his hair. "Ahh, ahhhh, not so hard! That's it... oh, babe... I'm gonna make something out of you!" She throbbed fat against his tongue, and every time she twitched in his throat, he swallowed instinctively. Her balls felt hot against his chin-- he was slowly sweltering in her warmth.

The whispers grew, and finally slipped away. Melody giggled to herself as her other hand landed on the feline's head, and she drew to start pumping properly into the fuckhole Lith preferred to call a mouth. Lith slumped, letting her hold his head in place as he focused on not gagging. His hanging paws found their way to the twitching shaft between his legs. "Don't get any on me, love, I don't have a change of clothes..." He ended up shooting off twice into the dirt before she finished pumping away into his belly.

Finally, Lith stumbled his way into the cafeteria. At this point, he just wanted to see a friendly face. One that wasn't... hungry.

"And here I thought you wouldn't show up!" Lacey folded her arms. A curvy chocolate lab, she was easily double Lith's size. "Are you going to get something? The cafeteria's gonna stop serving soon."

Lith set down with a wry smile. His belly was slightly swollen. "I... already ate..."

The canine blinked, brows rising, and she leaned closer. "Oh... already had lunch with your new girlfriend, huh?"

Giving a start, Lith stuttered a moment. Girlfriend?... That word didn't seem to really... fit. The relation she was developing with him had nothing in common with any girlfriend he'd ever heard of... boyfriend, maybe. But he could never say that! Besides how immensely embarrassing it'd be, he could tell Melody had no intention of letting that certain little secret loose... Though in his most bitter moments he wondered why he shouldn't just tell. Why he should keep her secret... but... if she was found out... if she left the school, then... He shook his head. "Um... I dunno about... g-'girlfriend...'"

Lacey tilted her head. "Huh? She's already been telling people on facebook about you two. The whole school knows, silly." She smiled teasingly. "I heard you've even been spotted making out in the halls. You're learning new tricks quick, Lith."

The feline swallowed slowly. "Yeah... I guess she is my girlfriend..." The words sounded odd in his mouth. They sounded like a lie. One that he was going to be telling a lot, he supposed. Kissing wasn't the problem...

New rumors swirled among the students, and Lith couldn't see why everyone thought it was appropriate to keep staring. It didn't help that Melody seemed to delight in stirring them up and getting them in close calls. She'd pull him into a janitor's closet and fuck him against the door, only to emerge just as the halls were packed with students on the way to classes, leaving the kitty standing in the doorway pulling up his pants as the smell of sex poured out around him. Every time they happened to pass in the hall, she'd seize him up in a deep kiss, giving his rear a double-handed squeeze. Even the teachers were giving him funny looks, mostly frowns. Lith kept his head down.

One day, just before the last period, a hyena shoved him against a locker. Smiling bitterly, he wanted to know why, and how, and he wasn't letting Lith off with a stuttering apology. Like magic, she was there. Smiling brightly. The next day, there was still a dent in the locker. The hyena changed schools. The scary guys started looking away when they saw him in the halls.

Some nights, Lith managed to sleep alone. He lived in a little building for students from out of town, within walking distance of the school. It was boys only-- so sometimes she had a little trouble sneaking in. About half the time, she took him back to her place. Her parents were really important people, and traveled a great deal. The house was practically hers. Lith was always scared, though, that one day she'd have him sprawled out on the carpet on his belly holding his cheeks open when the door would slam open. There, some eight-foot black dragon, wings and all, would fume forth terrible gouts of smoke from his nostrils and slowly squeeze through the doorway to fill the room, growing larger and larger as he loomed over the skewered feline. That was about when he'd usually jerk awake, and realize Melody was just breathing on his head again. And usually grinding on him.

It was a stretch every time. If she jumped him twice in a row --like if he took too long putting his clothes back on, or if he rubbed himself back there where she could see, or any time he let her shower with him after-- then it could slide in relatively easily the second time. Or third, or whatever. But if he had even a few hours to recover, she had to work it in, pulling at his hips as he whimpered and bit his lip. Eventually, though, he decided he preferred it to trying to swallow her.

He couldn't pretend he didn't love the taste of her. Stretching his lips around one heavy orb at a time, laying moist kisses up her cumvein, dragging his tongue along the fat ridge of her crown, feathering over that cumslit and letting it drool on his taste buds, teasing his teeth delicately over the swell of her head, dragging his lips over every hard, veined inch, he all too easily fell into a trance when he drew near enough to taste her exquisite sausage. But when it pushed deeper... his stomach would heave up into his throat, his eyes would water... his entire body would seize up. She could shove past his resistance and force him to accept her in his throat, but... he couldn't do it on his own. And even when she used brute force, he couldn't suppress the quakes and nausea. This... was a new kind of shame for him.

One Friday evening, his belly freshly bloated with cream, Lith pouted softly as he crawled up onto the couch again, his eyes downcast. Giving a small frown, Melody pulled him into her arms. "What's wrong, hun?" The feline perked his ears, looking up with a hint of flush in his cheeks. A moment, and he shook his head, looking away. She gave his rear a squeeze with a smirk, earning a meep from the kitty. "You're usually purring and half-asleep by now. What's on your mind?"

Lith worked his lips a moment, eyes darting about as he wiggled. They did a lot of things, but they didn't... talk about them much. "I... I have a lot of trouble... swallowing..." his eyes finally flicked up to meet hers. The sentence could have ended there, but he forced out the word, "...you." His gaze flitted away again. "Have tried a lot, but it's still so..." He shook his head, his ears drawing low.

The dragoness smiled slowly. "So... you want to get better at deepthroating your girlfriend, huh?" The kitty's eyes widened, a bright flush quickly spreading in his cheeks, and he wiggled and glanced around before giving a flustered little nod. She giggled and squeezed him close to her. "Alright. Tomorrow, we'll see if we can't fix that. We can let your throat rest until then... it'll need to be in top shape." She petted firmly down the kitty's back. "In the meantime, I guess that means..." A finger slipped down between Lith's cheeks and firmly hooked inside him as he gave a shocked squeak.

The next day, Lith was scooching along the dragoness' bed on his back. "Like this?" He slid to let his head hang over the side of the bed, the world falling in upside down before him. A softly smirking dragoness slowly filled his vision, her heavy-hanging shaft rearing up foremost.

"That's right... now, open up, cutey." His cheeks heated softly, but his lips parted in welcome, and found a thick head promptly nestling between them. "For now, just relax..." He exhaled slowly, his tongue sliding up to greet its friend and lover. Her taste was more than familiar to him by now-- he could pick up traces of her smell after she was long gone, perking his ears and tightening his pants when he walked into his math class or turned a corner in the hall. Her scent was something special-- too gentle for a man's musk, too spicy for the aura of a girl. It was no perfume or cologne, but he could have believed it was if he hadn't tasted her essence. When her pre kissed to his tongue, it was her very presence leaving a stamp on him. In that moment, he always tangibly felt himself becoming something more than himself, and something less than her.

"Awake down there, love? I know I said to relax, but--" drawing a sudden breath, the kitty leaned up, wrapping his lips around that thick shaft and giving a gentle pull, tongue dragging at the brunt of her head. "Ah!" She chuckled softly. "There you are..." His tongue lathered slowly over her, exploring this little peculiarity. He hadn't played with her tool like this much at all before-- she wasn't one for reciprocation, so he was often curled up between her legs. Like this, his tongue played easily over her brunt and that broad, fat crown, able to tease along that very ridge that always dragged at his insides. Just a hint over the ledge, and he could scintillate that tender hindflesh, the back of her crown, where so little reached, yet so much could be felt. There, his tongue dragged slowly, and he could feel the pleasure spike and simmer within her as her body quivered subtly, her breath catching and squeezing out in a sigh. And her underside, the weak point where cumvein folded into broad, smooth flesh, where she was so often tickled with a devious tongue... here, he could ever so lightly feather his teeth across that sensitive surface. A subtle drag, just a shifting of that taut hide by a fraction of an inch under a few ivory massagers, and she breathed out something that just might have qualified as a whimper.

His eyes blurred slowly, hooded and barely registering the winding length of fat, steadily hardening shaft suspended between his clinging lips and her slow-twitching sack. He could only just register a subtle swell in her cumvein as pre pushed forth to coat his tongue and teeth, to ready his muzzle for its true purpose. His eyes focused dimly on those orbs, heavy and black, warm and sinister, full of promise and greed. His tongue pushed forward wide and welcoming, dragging luxuriously over the brunt of that dragon dick. He wanted her to take his mouth. Dimly, he wanted her to push him further than he could handle. Somewhere, below, a pink shaft was rising to attention.

A soft giggle tickled his ears. "That's it..." Slowly, that shaft pushed forward, pushing his tongue aside to burrow into his muzzle. The force behind her hips was something heavy and unstoppable. He supposed that if he tried to sit up now, he wouldn't be able-- he was already pinned under the weight of that cock and of the load simmering in her balls. An echo of a tremor fell through his muscles as his body stretched slowly and settled, feeling... ready. His muzzle was very full, and breathing was difficult, but this much, he had all felt before. Out of necessity, the feline was learning to live without air-- or rather, to make a little air go a long, long way. Now, his nose flared as he drew what would likely be his last few breaths for some time. Every breath made that broad head nestled to the roof of his mouth throb and fatten-- the cool air of his breath was tickling her very tip.

Hands slowly spread on his chest, rubbing softly. "Ready?" Her voice was soft, almost inaudible, even in the sacred silence that had draped over them. She did not wait for an answer, but gave a smooth, slow push. Lith's eyes slipped shut. He felt the smooth, broad slopes push into the embrace of his muscled opening, and he felt the pressure build steadily, his flesh giving way. Any other time she had forced it into him, it had been over in almost a flash. Now, he felt everything, so slow, so detached from the sudden and the hungry, that he could swear time itself was running out of energy, and he could wait and wait just for his own heart to hit its next beat. He felt himself stretch, and stretch, and the first pangs of pain as fibers drew tight and protested. The gag, his cruel and jealous nemesis, had been welling up viciously since the beginning, and it took more and more of his will to fight it. He couldn't gag. Not now. There was nothing to reject here. Even as his own rough and imperfect throat muscles drew tight in a dozen spots around her, he could feel the perfect smoothness of the dragoness, unrelenting, unstoppable, impeccable and dignified. He wanted that feeling-- when her crown dragged against parts of him that he had never felt before. When her warmth consumed him. He wanted this creature, more than any petty food or water. Nothing here was alien or dangerous. Nothing to reject. There was nothing to reject in his throat. Something flexed-- and the pressure lightened.

Shock washed through him, cold and vivifying. He was opening up to her. He was the flower to her sun. The very last of the crown pushed through, and thick, gently textured flesh slid smoothly inch by throbbing inch into his throat. He would have groaned out if his windpipe wasn't crushed. As it was, a tension the kitty hadn't yet realized in his every muscle slowly melted away, and hot, quickly chilling pre leaked down his own shaft. He had accepted her. He had opened to her. No gag, no nausea. If anything, his throat felt-- surreal, and wonderful. Like a grievous injury finally, suddenly cured, he felt liberated of some terrible yoke. More, he pleaded to the balls slowly descending toward him. Please, more.

A coo melted into a soft moan over him, the dragoness' hands rubbing firmly over his chest, massaging the soft muscle. The last few inches came in a rush, hips hungrily grinding in and slapping those heavy orbs to his face. Eyes closed, he accepted the press of that hot, tight-packed pouch like a warm embrace, like the tender hug of a proud friend and lover. And when they pulled away, the briskness of the motion said, "now, let's get to business!" With an eager smile.

He felt the thrust in his throat, the head dragging audibly across the subtle ridges of his insides, the sensation punctuated with the crush of the dragoness' crotch to his face, her hips grinding to rock him down the bed a hint. Her hands slowly spread on his belly, and he tilted his head back a hint. She was adjusting her posture. No longer was she spoon-feeding him her cock-- she was mounting a fuckhole. He was ready.

The slam of hips to his face scattered what little he could manage in the way of thoughts, and as she drove into his throat with growing lust, the blasts blended into a constant, euphoric state of oblivion to all mental process. He could only feel-- the fat, sloppy bounces of balls against his face, smothering his nose and even kissing to his eyes. The whisper of scales mashing against his fur and the bed with the growing force of her humping. His fur, knitting and curling back as he was shoved down the bed subtly. His neck, at once taking the brunt of the force and compressing while her shaft propped it wide open, supporting him firmly with the superior strength of her furiously throbbing rod. His mouth, dragging at that shaft as it pulled free slick and steaming in the bare instant before it drove in again, his lips always clinging jealously to that fat ebony. His stomach, heaving strangely as this monster displaced so much space inside him, his body pressurizing and plummeting into vacuum over and over. Those hands, slowly tightening into his hide, claws claiming ten little points. His cathood, waving with the blows, throbbing urgently as he instinctually tried to hold back. The bed, scraping softly at the floor as it budged a quarter inch or so at a time under the rutting of a dragoness that was beginning to grow excited.

He had been mounted like this from behind before-- he didn't know how many times she'd stuffed his tailhole by now. The initial shock of stretching around her would melt into the shameful euphoria of losing all control of his body under her powerful arms and the driving blows of her hips to his cheeks. But that had always been... down there. He could pant and moan and struggle against the little broken pleas welling in his throat. But like this... his air was gone, and he couldn't pull off like he usually could. His body was heaving under the grinding, hungry blows of those smooth hips into his brutalized face, turned into an object under the power of her hips and that throbbing piece of meat. There was nothing he could do to stop her-- she would fuck his throat until she had her fill of him, and nothing so petty as his air supply could stop her... there was no resentment in him, only... hope. His eyes closed, and his lips tightened. His tongue pushed to that pistoning shaft. He flexed his throat to swallow tight and hold around her, his neck muscles cramping and screaming as they struggled to conquer this massive transgressor. He could only beg her, with the pleasures of his body, to unload inside him. He could only beg for her to be pleased with him, to finish inside him, to release him so that he might survive to serve again.

Claws gouged through his hide. "Such a... tight..." She breathed the words, lust rolling up in her voice as she slammed into his face again and again, telltale throbs burgeoning against the walls of the feline's throat. The first gush burst free in mid-draw, plastering across the ravaged walls of his throat, and the feel of her powerful thrust plowing through the sudden, sickly sweet slickness of his throat lined with sloppy, hot seed to hilt his face-- he erupted violently, spraying seed into the air, though his paws whipped up at once to desperately avert the blast, letting his jets spray over his paws and drizzle down onto his belly as the dragoness humped and humped into his throat still. The seductive feel of his cum-lubed throat provoked her teeming lust to pump a few more thrusts into his hot little mouth before she finally couldn't bear to draw again and simply ground into that red-stained face, panting softly as her balls pulsed against his eyelids with gush after gush.

Lith couldn't have said if he'd blacked out, but he was roused from some sort of oblivion when that thick shaft finally started to pull free-- rousing a familiar, bitter wash of emotion: relief that he will soon be able to breathe, stained with a deep sorrow that she was slipping away. The sight of her shaft dragging and dragging out of his mouth gave him a moment of vertigo before it finally popped from his throat and fell out of his mouth.

He gasped noisily, and his body tingled tangibly with the renewal of his oxygen before convulsing as he launched into a coughing fit. Swallowing several times, he managed to start breathing normally, and his hazy, tear-stained sight found Melody sitting back against her headboard watching him with a little smirk. Her shaft was draped across her thigh, moist with cream and drool, and a little bit of seed still seemed to be leaking from the tip, rolling down her leg. He started to roll to approach her, but-- "no!" He blinked, and froze. The dragoness eyed him reproachfully. "You'd better not get that all over my bed..."

He looked down. His paws were coated with his own seed, and a large puddle on his belly was rapidly rolling down one side, toward the bed. Mewling desperately, he scooped at the flowing seed and held it with his paw for a dam, the kitty hastily licking his free paw clean and suckling at his fingers. He heaved himself up and bent down, his feline flexibility allowing him to stoop down just enough to start slurping the seed off his lower belly, sucking it out of his fur as quickly as he could. After tongue-washing his other paw, he made quick work of lapping up his own kitty cock for any remnants of his load before finally turning his gaze hungrily to the dark beauty laid across Melody's thigh-- only to find it was reclining no longer.

Wavering slowly, the dragoness' shaft climbed slowly skyward as he watched, a single bead of pre forming at her tip a moment before breaking into a trickle down that wet member. Lith was there in an instant, mewling and lapping up the underside of that heavy shaft.

"Now, kitty, you don't have to-- ah..." Before the dragoness could bring him to settle down, Lith leaned up, curving his back up behind him as he drew the tip into his mouth. He could do it, now. He leaned closer, as though drawing into an intimate moment with his loved one, drawing her deep into his muzzle. The first kiss of tip to muscle sent a cool, electric tingle down his body. He was the flower to her sun, and there was nothing to reject here. He leaned for more-- not hesitantly, but hungrily. He opened, and strained, and swallowed her. There was an ache-- he was still sore from the throatfucking. But he could do it. He'd done it! All on his own, he'd swallowed that fat cockhead. The exultant feline pushed down, gobbling up the dragoness' sausage until he was nuzzling to her belly. There, he rested a moment, his body slumping as he nursed at that massive rod, lips stroking at her base softly.

Damp spots pressed to the dragoness' waist as she stroked over the kitty's hair. Her eyes were elsewhere, though-- off to the side and distant. She smirked slowly, petting her little toy.