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With a sharp flick of her slender black tail, Victoria turned down the long hallway towards the ballroom. Her eyes scanned the walls, searching for anything suspicious or out of place. In her mind, she could envision the night's target, a sharp older man with a penchant for whiskey and international drug trafficking. She'd been sent in with a bug hidden within her cleavage and the task to wine and dine him into making a mistake.

Her floor length gown slide over the floor, hovering mere centimeters from dragging completely, raised just enough by her glittering, silver heels that clicked with every step beneath the sashaying red material of her gown. The satin of the dress hugged down the curves of her body, shaping around her hour glass form before flaring at the very bottom, like a mermaid's tail.

Constricting as it was, Victoria didn't mind the corset-like top of the dress, it imbued her with her own sense of power and seduction. A sense of feline superiority pulsed through her mind, radiating off to give her a powerful aura. Reaching the ballroom, she scanned over the gathered guests. Hundreds of people meandered through the massive room; some danced and drank casually while others worked towards an important goal, flirting up the richest men in the room or calming the nerves of business partners. For Victoria, once she'd pinpointed the target amongst a throng of scantily clad females, the rest of the inhabitants didn't matter.

She eyed the shrewd panther's form from behind, watching as he blatantly fondled a petite deer's tight rump over the hugging material of her cocktail dress. As he did, he talked casually to a smartly dressed lion as though nothing off was occurring. Her eyes narrowed. "It's disgusting, seeing him using them like that. It's like they have no mind of their own." She scoffed, plucking a cocktail off a passing waiter's tray as she strolled along the edge of the oval-shaped room towards the man. "Can't control their hormones, more like, foolish girls!"

Primly, she sipped at the spiked beverage while she approached the powerful feline, her own matching black tail swishing behind her. Her ears twitched atop her head where they poked out from her sleek, dark ruby-tinged auburn locks. With every step, her wide hips swayed from side to side, catching the attention of an odd number of males in the room, but she barely blinked at them. Instead, she continued towards the charismatic feline.

"Ah, miss!" A sudden voice caught her off guard, making her swirl slightly to see them. The owner of the voice turned out to be a slight rat with wide, bulging eyes dressed in a simple suit. "May I help you?"

"I wish to see Malum Istomin." She stated, glancing once more at the panther she referred to. Looking at the rat, Victoria puffed out her lip in a little, posed pout. "I've always wanted to meet him, up close..." She trailed off.

The rat looked her over, blatantly studying the swell of her breasts in the form-fitting gown before he nodded, seemingly in approval. "Very well, come with me, and I'll introduce you." He looked at her, expectantly.

"Lilith," Victoria falsely supplied without pause, following the sharp assistant a moment later until she stood in front of the very man she'd come in search of.

Up close, she could see his broad chest straining inside a tight, white button-up with the collar opened, showing a tuft of his midnight black fur. Neat, white fangs poked out of his mouth, glinting dangerously. "Why hello. Who is this?"

The rat's mouth opened to speak, but Victoria cut him off while her hand raised to be kissed, "Lilith."

"Well, Lilith..." One hand flicked the rat away, along with a spattering of the other women he'd toyed with through the night, leaving him alone with the female. "What brings you to my soiree tonight?"

She smiled coyly, looking at him through her thick eyelashes before she glanced for another chair, finding the space lacked a second seat. The panther grinned at her observation, patting his lap with a glint in his striking, yellow eyes.

Perching on his knee, she leaned into his chest slightly, letting him catch the soft scent of cinnamon tucked behind her ear and over her breasts from spritzed perfume. "You brought me here."

"Oh? Did I?" He purred deep in his chest, taking another long swallow from the squat glass in one hand.

"In truth, you did." She agreed, smirking slightly as his free hand slid down her back where the dress cut low and left her smooth, silky fur bare. Her touch sent shivers down her spine, especially when she saw the crowds of people feet away, watching him with her. Thick, strong fingers glided down her back and dipped beneath the tight dress above her ass, where the dress re-started again.

"I must say, I'm pleased to hear that, Lilith." His voice rumbled behind her, tickling her neck with the closeness of his lips, hovering off the smooth fur that coated her body. "Also, I must ask. Are you a panther, like myself?" He smirked, showing off the row of powerful teeth inside his maw.

Victoria fidgeted sheepishly, giving a small shake of her head. "No, I'm a bombay." She responded, blushing beneath her dark fur.

Malum's smirk widened, fingers gently rubbing the back of her throat, cupping around the fragile spot and sending shudders down the girl's spine, though she kept herself still, wanting to ease into the conversation in hopes of fulfilling her goal. "Ah, just a little housecat then! And you've come to play in the wild?"

His hand stroked down her side, sliding around her waist to rest against her flat stomach, his pinky hovering just too close to the top of her sex beneath the dress. She trembled beneath the touch, feeling the heat of his massive hand spread over her front, inching upwards. "I suppose you could say that..." She replied, stumbling slightly and blushing at the idea that her higher ups were listening through the wire between her breasts.

"Oh yes. What does the little house cat have in mind? She want a taste of the jungle? Or does she just want me to fill a bowl with cream for her?" His voice oozed out against her ear while a rough tongue licked along the edge of the appendage, making her tremble again with a little pant of her own. Months out on the job, tracking the man she now sat on had left her without physical relief in too long, sure, she carried her own sort of spy gear in a velvet overnight bag stocked with extra batteries, but that was nothing compared to the sexual energy Malum seemed to sweat out.

"I-I think I'd just like to...enjoy your company." She replied awkwardly, caught between her mission, her embarrassment, and her desire. Victoria glanced back at him, seeing his tongue sweep over his lips slowly. Slowly, his eyes flicked downwards and her gaze followed instinctually only to see a massive bulge pushing out his dress slacks. She swallowed, losing her concentration for a moment at the massive tenting, envisioning eight-no, nine inches minimum on the hardening cock.

She swallowed, audibly forcing down the lump that formed. "Just my company?" He asked, sliding a hand over his bulge before he gently tugged her fingers over to rest against the clothed hard on, guiding her fingers to curl around his thick length.

The girl didn't even respond, feeling her heart pounding as blood rushed through her body, swelling her pussy and clit to an aroused high while she squeezed around the kitty's cock. "Mmm..that's a good kitty.." He encouraged, bucking lightly up to her palm. "Why don't you take it out? Have a taste of what I'll be giving you?"

Her mouth hung open slightly, letting out the needy little pants that formed while she started to unzip his pants, guiding them open as a hand lightly nudged her off his lap. She slid slowly onto the ground, her expensive dress pooling on the cold tile, but she barely noticed. Parting open his pants, his cock sprung out into the air. At least nine inches long and thick, his cock jutted out from his crotch, the tip flared with barbs decorating the entire length. Victoria stared, swallowing again while she licked over her lips and leaned in, kissing at the tip with a dazed stare at the impressive dick.

One hand cupped under her chin, guiding her gaze up to star at the bright yellow of the panther's eyes while his other hand, wet from holding his sweating glass, cupped the back of her head against her smooth hair. Fingers dug into the sleek, straightened hair, mussing it into kinked tangles as he pushed her lips down over the tip and let it sit against her hot tongue, trickling out pre already. A soft mewl left the Bombay, making her cheeks heat further.

"That's a good, little kitty...Keep going. Get those lips further down, stretch them out. I wanna see your throat bulge for me..." He guided, watching her with a smirk painted onto his lips as she suckled down his lenght, lost to the rich musk scent of his crotch and the feel of his barbs tugging at her lips and her tongue, gently pulling the sensitive skin.

"Keep going, kitten. I'm going to give you some cream to eat, housecat." The hand on the back of the girl's head pushed her forward with gentle, but forceful pressure, guiding her lower over his shaft. Staring up at him, she could see people dancing behind them, gathered in clumps and chatting, and the few who looked over at them, watching her as she kneeled on the ground sucking him off.

As though reading her mind, the panther grinned wider. "Did you just remember where you are, kitten? That there's people all around? Anyone could look over and see you here, on your knees, sucking off a man you'd just met." He watched as her blush showed through her fur, heating up her cheeks as his thumb grazed over them and pulled her further onto his cock. Her lips grazed the base, sending his tip down into her throat to bulge the flesh out as she swallowed and slurped down his entire length at once. Water dotted at the edge of her eyes, dribbling eyeliner out into her fur as he caressed over her ears.

"You want your cream, kitten? Want a snack, cumkitten?" He teased, watching as she pulled back from his length, the barbs tugging and catching in her throat and mouth, tugging to keep her down over his shaft.

"Ohh fuck.." He grunted, oozing precum onto her tongue and dribbling it down her throat. "Keep it up, cumkitten. Show the big, bad panther that the housecat can take it..."

And she did. Her mouth spread out wide over his cock, stretching her lips till the strained around the thick root. Her tongue slurped over his flesh, feeling the barbs tugging at the sensitive skin. Her throat bulged out around his cock, the tip jutting down deep past her lips. The hand on the back of her head pushed harder, forcing the tip deeper into her throat while she suckled over his entire dick.

As she slurped and suckled down his length, her hidden mic crackled through with the audio, sending it back to the active listeners at base. Every gulping swallow and noisy, lewd slurp echoed into the speaker and was recorded on the mission's dialogue, but Victoria no longer remembered her mission.

"That's it, kitten! Suck it good! Get your cream!" He growled gruffly. His deep voice echoed in her head while her head bobbed faster, working down over him until the barbs suddenly flared. Her tongue caught on the barbs, tugging at her flesh until the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat. Thick globes pooled on her tongue, sticking to the roof of her mouth. Then, he tugged back from her lips, spurting cum onto her lips and then, the floor.

Her pink tongue swiped over her lip, licking up the cum smeared over them. Once they were cleaned, Malum rubbed his sloppy tip back over her mouth, recovering the lips she'd cleaned. Then, he nodded down to the mess on the floor. "Lick up your cream, cumkitten!"

She glanced up at him once, warm brown eyes staring at him with a flickering lust still in them. Every breath she took, she smelled the thick scent of his manly musk and his voice dominated over the sounds of the party still happening around them. Slowly, she leaned down and drew her tongue over the smooth tile, slurping up the mess of jizz splattered on the floor.

Malum watched from above, smirking broadly as her tongue worked over the floor, cleaning up the mess he'd left. Once she'd finished, her tongue swept over her lips once again and she squirmed back onto the panther's lap with her hips already starting to grind up to him.

"Kitten?" The panther urged, feeling her lips starting to nudge to her neck. "Or should I say, Victoria?"

Suddenly, at hearing her true name, the sexual fog that hung over her mind cleared instantly. The feline looked to the panther with her eyes suddenly wide with a mixture of realization and shock.

A wide smirk covered the panther's lips before he leaned down towards her ear, roughly nipping the tip hard enough to drop a drop of blood. "It seems housecats shouldn't be spies since you, little Victoria..." His finger drew along her jawline and scooped up a drop of cum that lingered and rubbed it into her nose, filling it with his musk all over again, "...blew more than your cover tonight."