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The roll of her hips, the thrill of everyone watching her dance was addicting. Just like the pulse of the music thrumming through her veins, she was lost in the movements that the song currently playing pulled from her. A twist of the torso, an enticing roll of her entire frame, a cock of her head, and her fluffy tail swayed provocatively.

Almost nothing clothed her intimate parts; a lacey black bra stood a stark contrast against her golden and cream colored chest. Around her hips stretched a matching pair of panties, made entirely of black lace and allowing peeks of things that most would keep hidden. Cymmie was not bashful on stage however. She was always there to please her clientele, to a certain amount, though if they asked for anything she wasn't sure if she'd be able to say no any longer.

Thankfully none had crossed the line and most were too afraid of the bouncers to touch the entertainers at the club. So Cymmie danced with abandon, not afraid of going to far, but tonight she didn't notice a pair of dark blue eyes watching from the back of the club. Perhaps she should have felt the gaze upon her, practically burning into her, because the desire and interest they held were dangerously close to lighting her aflame.

As the song ended and she left the stage, panting so hard her chest rose viciously fast, a dark colored jaguar followed her into the backroom. Her hackles prickled slightly at the scent of another in the dressing room, a scent of a male she didn't recognize. Cymmie froze as the sound of a clicking lock in the closed door came to her ears.

"Face me," the jaguar's order was short and filled with a hunger she was all too familiar with.

She tried to ignore the pull of the command, tried to turn on her own terms, but she couldn't fight it and turned immediately to face the cat. She could help it as she admired his build; he wore no shirt which many of the male furs who frequented the clubs at night didn't. His jeans hung loosely from his body, and the beauty of his pitch black fur dotted with the almost sapphire blue rosettes would have had her drooling if this was a normal approach.

"What are you doing here? Clients are not supposed to be in the back," Cymmie kept her voice cool; though she was sure he could scent her appreciation for him.

His nostrils flared and his vertical pupils dilated slightly at her scent, he chuckled knowingly, "Cymmie, little dancer. You are certainly my favorite entertainer, and my favorites are always shown appreciation."

She felt a rush of dizziness swept over her. The smell of his musk was so strong, so dominant and powerful that it rippled through her bowling over any refusal she had thought up. Cymmie was a sub, who was she to deny a true dom what he wanted. Her gaze lowered from his in an appeasing gesture, showing her acceptance, and the smirk that curved his muzzle was all power and lust. He was used to getting his way.

"Come here," he said, his voice roughened.

Cymmie put up no fight this time and immediately move to stand in front of the jaguar. Eager to please the dominant anthro, that sparked a hunger in his eyes at how willingly she followed his directions.

"My name is Shadow," he ran a clawed finger down her neck and Cymmie shivered with a barely contained desire that threatened to burn her from the inside out.

She swallowed about to answer him when he gripped the scruff of her neck and yanked her head to the side, and then bit down just hard enough to pierce the skin on her shoulder. Cymmie's knees collapsed and she fell into his chest, and soft whimper-like moan falling from her open muzzle as heat pooled in between her thighs.

Another chuckle left Shadow as he licked his fangs, "Mmmm, you taste good, wolf."

Cymmie's nails clutched at his chest fur as she drew herself up, her claws making little divots in his flesh where blood already began to pool. She whined and licked the little droplets of blood away, growling in pleasure at the taste.

"On your knees," Shadow said, sliding his hand to put a gentle but insistent pressure on her unwounded shoulder.

Cymmie fell to her knees with the grace of a dancer, awaiting her next command eagerly. His padded fingers made quick work of the button of his jeans and their zipper. As his pants pooled at his feet her eyes were focused on the two erections in front of her face. She swallowed hard, her tongue making a path around her muzzle at the thought of the taste.

His clawed hand fell onto her head, petting her encouragingly as she raised herself up on her knees and fisted each one. Shadow's eyes closed slightly, a low purring sound, as his hips arced slightly each time her hand came down his lengths. She moved to the upper erection and sucked the tip into her mouth, a growl rumbled from Shadow, urging her on.

She slipped off with a smile, still her fists encircled him, as she licked him from base to tip and he shuddered. His lower cock was pulsing as she stroked him strongly and without mercy. He caught her head between his paws and nudged open her mouth, shoving his top erection into her muzzle as the lower one brushed against her chest fur. Splashes of pre-cum exploded in her mouth and left little slick spots on the fur in between her breasts.

His shallow thrusts slowly became longer and deeper, almost gagging her as he pushed down her throat. The heat of her arousal spiked stronger than before as he practically choked her with his dick. Yet she didn't stop him, the desire to please and the thrill of giving pleasure to this dom was too strong to ignore.

She wanted to taste him fully; she wanted him to cum in her mouth so much that it would be all she could taste for hours. He was close, she could tell. The rough gasping, the quiet exclamations of appreciation, and the few profanities that left his mouth were an easy clue. His nails were making shallow cuts on the side of her head that only made her desire stronger, her core clench longingly.

His eyes flashed open, a groan-like roar ripped from his chest as he canted his hips twice more and came in both her mouth and against her chest. Cymmie lapped the cum that spilled from her muzzle eagerly, her molten gold gaze matching his in a triumphant smile.

"Not done yet," He murmured and gripped Cymmie by the shoulders, lifting her up onto her feet and pushing her over to a chair, kicking off his pants along the way.

Cymmie sat somewhat dazed and slightly light-headed now that she could breathe properly. All she felt was her legs spreading apart and a finger pressing along the side of her underwear, then touching her clit. Her hips jolted toward the hand, earning a chuckle from Shadow, as he rubbed the pad of his finger back and forth. She was shaking, close to chasing that wave of perfection when the pad left her clit and her hips bucked once again at the loss of the feeling.

She was about to complain when two fingers pressed into her, she clenched from surprise and he hissed with longing, "So tight, Cymmie-girl."

She could feel every drag of his nails inside her, teasing her until they hit that spot. The spot that made her toes curl and her teeth bite the inside of her cheek to stop from crying out.

"I want to hear you," he pressed harder against the spot, and then began to thrust his fingers.

She couldn't keep quiet, she wanted to please him by speaking but it was also the fact that it just felt so good after being so worked up. Soon Cymmie was panting, whining, and whispering filthy things that would make just about anyone blush. Her ears were pinned against her head, her hips rocking in time, until they stuttered, she clenched, and the dam broke. All the pent up desire and hunger, the frustration that the dance had brought, it all washed away as she came hard and fast. She collapsed against the back of the chair panting, her body literally shaking from the orgasm, and as he withdrew his padded fingertips she could see little blood smears on the tips of his nails.

"Don't think that this will happen again," Cymmie said as coldly as she could muster, though it ended up just sounding thoroughly fucked out.

"Oh? Don't you think it will?" Shadow replied with a smirk, wiped his hand on her thigh and grabbed his pants. With that he walked out, putting the pants on as he left.