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“I’m home!” the sing-song voice called out, “And I brought a stray!”

Holt leaned around the corner, spotting Leslie and her stray in the foyer. The jungle cat was hanging up her coat and long gloves. Her short hair freshly dyed a vibrant purple. Which was in sharp contrast to her companion. A taller feline whose dark hair was gathered into a ponytail that hung down her back. “Oh,” Holt rumbled. The tiger’s tail twitched behind himself, “She looks like she needs a good meal and a shower.” He slunk from the kitchen, getting intercepted by the margay. Leslie breathed out a nearly musical purr as she floated, literally, into her husband’s arms. He swept an arm around the smaller psychic and gave her a soothing hug. “How you doing, Max?”

Max flashed a smile as she hung up her jacket. “I could use a meal and a shower.” The newcomer was a smooth blend of felines. Size and build of a lioness, with cheek markings born of her cougar mother. Most defining was her ears, tall and pointed like a lynx. She had a rather interesting heritage, and had been Leslie’s friend for ages. “How about you, Big guy?” Max sauntered up, “I leave for work for a couple months, then come back to find out you knocked up my bestie?” She gave him a playful swat to his stomach, “Didn’t anyone tell you not to stick your dick in crazy?”

“You act like I had a choice,” he flashed a grin. “We both know how irresistible Leslie is when she’s being cute.”

Leslie huffed, all but draping across Holt’s shoulders, “I am not crazy.”

Max leaned in to boop her nose against Leslie’s with a chuff. “No you’re not, Kitten. You’re just the world’s foremost Empath and Telepath, and a shrink. That’s the crazy part.”

“Uh huh,” Holt rumbled and drew Leslie down, letting her rest in his arms and lean against his chest. He could feel her jangled nerves. By now, it had become near-instinct to help calm her down, doing his best to radiate soothing into her. “Not like we’re all a little wacko.” nodded his head, “Paramedic and part-time Superhero.” Leslie’s head got a kiss, “Psychiatrist to Supers. And you just got back from…”

“Getting pictures of a war zone.” Max sighed, “I could really use a meal, shower, and some decompress with buds. Not in that order.”

“Well,” Holt chuffed, “it’s a good thing somebody told me you were in town.” Leslie’s ears folded back and her head buried into his chest, trying to hide her huff. “We have steaks, some gloriously sinful potatoes, roast vegs, and for this one,” he kissed Leslie’s head again, radiating love and comfort into her, “a vegetarian lentil and sweet potato pie.”

Max adopted a look of mock shock, “Leslie, you forgot to tell him I was coming?”

Rather than answer, Leslie twisted out of Holt’s arms. The margay drifted to the ground, “So we have everything?” She mewled, “Not planning on going out again?”

Holt’s ears twitched, “No. Picked up groceries on the way home. Unless Max wants anything special? Should be good.”

“Great!” Leslie chirped, “I am getting comfortable.” And bolted up the stairs.

Max chuffed a laugh, “Still refuses to walk?”

“Walking’s for chumps!” Leslie yelled from the bedroom.

Max rolled her eyes and followed Holt into the kitchen, “Smells good.”

The tiger flashed a grin, “Thought you’d miss some good food. Well…” his tail twitched, “Not fair to assume what you did or didn’t have access to there.”

“I,” Max turned and hopped up onto the counter, “could use some good food. One too many MREs the last few months.” Those tall ears folded back as she breathed out a sigh. “Really need some decompress.”

Holt clicked his tongue, “Yeah. Was over there a week or so with Sert. A paramedic that can lift a car? Sure, send them up somewhere dangerous.” He flashed a bit of a smile, “Imagine that’s why you went up there too. Photographer that can take a couple rounds?”

Max snorted, “Nah, folks don’t know I can do that. Can’t imagine what some outlets would do if they found out I could though. Might offer me a bit more money. Especially when I threaten to throw their desk out a window.” This time she smiled with a lot of teeth and flexed. “Plenty of times I’d love to do that to a few of those jackasses.”

He chuckled, “Plenty of times I’d like to do the same when we roll up on a DV or something. Just grab the drunk jackass and yeet.”

They shared a glance and chimed up, “Call me an asshole, one more time.” Then burst out laughing. Max fell silent and leaned back, resting her head on the cabinet with a hum.

The tufted tip of her tail twitched, “Kinda surprised when I saw Leslie. Don’t think I’ve ever seen her looking so... drained. Not without a huge Precog, and those put her down for days.”

Holt’s ear twitched, “That obvious?”

“Yeeeah,” Max drew it out. “How’s she handling…” hand waved slowly, “everything?”

“Could be better,” Leslie chirped, floating into the kitchen. She’d ditched her lightly fashionable outdoor clothes for her preferred at home wear. Meaning one of Holt’s shirts that she’d taken the sleeves off of, and a pair of loose shorts. “World’s most powerful Psychic and Empath,” Leslie struck a pose. “Currently growing a second nerve system,” her hand fell to the curve of her stomach. Her jade green eyes rippled with other colors, “She’s going to be just as powerful.”

That made Max perk up, “You can already tell?”

Leslie shrugged, “I get the vibe. We’re vibing, and yes. You may touch the belly.”

Max hopped down, “Had been wondering, but after you mean-mugged that lady at the airport...”:

The margay huffed, “That’s because she just came up out of nowhere and decided to touch my belly. Like bitch! I don’t know you, I don’t care if you want to compliment me. No touchy without asking. My belly doesn’t belong to anyone else. Just me and Holt.” Her huffing turned into a light purr as Max lightly ran her hands along the margay’s stomach.

“Oh I bet you absolutely destroyed Holt a couple months ago.”

Leslie stuck her tongue out, “Not really. We kinda expected it to happen. You know, after Maude told us he wasn’t firing blanks anymore.” One of the downsides of being a Super was sometimes, well... powers tended to mess with ones fertility. It could go away, might not. Holt was one of the lucky ones though.

“And you two kept having unprotected sex. Leslie,” Max stood up and put her hand on her hip, “Do we have to have The Talk?”

“Maybe after dinner,” Holt chimed in. The tiger chuffing with amusement as he casually slid a dish from the oven onto a trivet. “Though she knew exactly what she was doing. Not that our habits changed that much. She was still begging for her Daddy to give her more.” He grinned as the jungle cat’s cheeks went red and she swatted at the tiger.

Max laughed, “Dinner does sound amazing. Then a shower.”

“And a movie after,” Holt planted a kiss on Leslie’s head, “Picked up a couple new releases, and a couple restorations.”

Dinner and a shower had left Max feeling far more normal. A couple movies sprawled out with her friends helped round it out. Especially with Leslie draping herself across both larger feline’s laps. Though long lights and an even longer job had taken their toll and she’d called it an early night. Not even making it through one feature. Holt and Leslie had retired as well. Holt stripped down to just his fur so that Leslie could curl against his side. Maximum body to body contact so she could relax. Bathing in the gentle warmth and love that came off her partner. She’d happily dozed right off. Cheek on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. Her own soothing bliss helping him drift off as well.

Odd dreams haunted the tiger. Visions of stalking through a jungle, of knowing he was being hunted. Something was out there, obscured from even his keen senses. It wasn’t until his guard started to fade that something pounced him. Sending the larger tiger to the ground. A familiar scent and warmth soon washed over him. Invaded his senses and brought him to attention.

He was trapped on his back as something warm bathed over his privates. A rough tongue swept over his balls. Combed through the fur there. A low chuff puffed warm air across his intimate areas. The warmth flowed across his sheath. Excitement stirred through him as that warmth flowed across him. Weight settled onto his chest as the warmth engulfed him. The mighty tiger groaned and tried to shift. That presence kept him pinned, immobile. He could barely even twitch as the weight shifted.

Warmth seared into his body. Soaked into every fiber of his being. Lips curled as the great tiger stared up into the darkness over him. The shadow within shadows shifted over him. A shadow flashed through the darkness. Teeth glinted against the burning void that pinned and surrounded him.

How strange that the sensation didn’t fade as something roused him. Nails scraped his chest, hands pushed against him, a steady weight on his hips, and an undeniable warmth. He opened his eyes groggily and blinked away the sleep.

The bedroom was dark, save the bedside clock and it’s soft, green glow. A figure straddled his hips, legs pressed tightly against his. Trimmed nails scratched his chest as the figure shifted. The warmth left his cock as she rose, gasped, and quietly slid back down. Staying there for a moment as she rolled her hips. Insides so tight and inviting around his raging spire. In that dull green light he could just make out the feminine form. Athletic, curves in the right spots, and those ears. Tall and pointed.

Max was riding him in bed. A dear friend of his, and a long time best friend to his wife, was casually riding him in his own bed. All while Leslie slept away in in the crook of his arm. Her nose practically touching Max’s fingers.

He started to say something, but Max’s finger found his lips, “Shhh,” she whispered. She leaned forward, dark hair falling about her shoulders. “I’m…” she bit her lip and chuffed, hips starting to roll faster, “close…” Max’s lips nearly touched his as she breathed out. A deep, breathy sigh as her hips rolled faster against his. Body wrapped tight around his cock, gripping his barbed length and stoking his fires.

“Mmnngh…”

Bodies stilled as Leslie shifted. The margay sniffed, chuffed, and rolled against Holt’s side. She wiggled just so and curled her back against his side. Hands wrapped around his arm and held onto it. Nuzzling ever so slightly into his shoulder before settling in with a low, sleeping purr.

Max only just let her settle before leaning back with a huff. The hybrid cat groaned low in her throat. Bounces starting to get a little faster. Lifting herself up ever so slightly before dropping back down. One hand stayed on Holt’s chest, the other covered his muzzle. His eyes narrowed as he chuffed, each breath brought him her scent. Max’s fingers were all but soaked in her own excitement. Lips curled instinctively as he chuffed. Inhaling her scent, tasting her scent, his body responding in turn.

His free hand shifted to grab her hip. Grabbed at her, kneaded, and his hips drove up without thinking. Clapping his body off hers as he felt a growl roll in his chest. Max gasped in response and narrowed her eyes. A needy rowl rolled about her throat and built into a hiss. Back arched as her peak hit her. Thighs tightened against his hips as her body arched and shuddered. Holt ground his teeth as primal need overtook him as well. Body arched, hammered into her with a few thrusts then…

“Rrrmmmmnnnngh…” he snarled. Cock leaping within her body. Bodies pressed tight together. His sac leapt and twitched against her cheeks as he unleashed into her. Max bit her lip and huffed, twitching with each shot into her.

“Nngh…” Bodies shifted slowly.

A yawn, “Told you she’d get you before tomorrow.” Leslie opened an eye as she arched. The margay stretched and stroked Holt’s arm. “How was he?” she yawned.

Max huffed, “Bigger than I remember.” She rolled her hips just so, trying to get every drop from the Siberian tiger that she could manage. Only sliding off when she was certain he was done. “You bet on when I’d cuck your hubby?”

“Mhmm,” Leslie stretched again as Max slid over her and dropped to the bed with a huff. The margay purred sleepily, “Thought you’d have gone for it when I went to change.”

Holt chuffed, “She figured you couldn’t hold off. I thought you’d want a shower and some sleep at least.” The tiger shifted, craned, and peered at the clock. “Two-o-eight A.M. Looks like I win, Kitten.”

Leslie huffed, “Not tomorrow till I wake up. Sleepy girl.”

Max shifted and curled against Leslie and Holt both, “He’s right. Shower was most important.”

“Conspiracy,” Leslie muttered, nuzzling in between Max’s breasts.

He rolled and pressed his chest against Leslie’s back. Nestling the smaller feline between him and Max. “Shhh, sleepy kitten needs sleep.” Leslie chuffed wearily, but then drifted off into a purr. Max joined quickly enough, soft snores and chuffs breaking from her. Holt smirked and planted a kiss on Leslie’s head. Eyes drifting close even. In the dark, his nose twitched, bringing him the familiar scent of Leslie’s excitement, and that warmth of Max’s arousal. His body twitched against Leslie’s rear. No, he told himself, later.

Some time later, Holt found himself roused by warmth again. The tiger groaned and stretched out as a very familiar tongue rolled around his tip. A slow, leisurely lick that circled under his foreskin and pushed it back. Soft lips eased down his shaft as a weight shifted against his side. Leslie’s skilled fingers rolling his balls just right. All while her mouth vibrated with pleased purrs.

Her purring rose in volume as his hand fell to her head. Casually massaging her ear and combing through her hair. “I had good dreams.” Her voice whispered through his mind. Telepathy during a blowjob had taken some getting used to, but now it was second nature. Hells, Leslie grown up with her powers, so using telepathy was as easy for her as speaking. Sometimes easier. “Cradled in between you and Max. Feeling how her body kept tingling. Needing more of this...” she pulled her head up to breath, “delicious cock...” and dove back down.

Holt opened an eye, then the other, blinking away sleep. The sky had just started to brighten outside. Light leaking around thick curtains, illuminating the trio in bed. Leslie curled against his side, tending to his morning arousal. Or causing it. Probably a little of both. Max lay on her other side, the hybrid breathing a little heavier with some dream. He chuffed, “Sounds like you want it too, Kitten...” his hand roamed down her back. She arched her spine into his touch and moaned. Ending in a trill as his hand cradled her rear.

“Maybe,” she huffed against him. Curling her tongue to tend to his length. Always anticipating just where he might want it. “Later though, Been getting Max all ready for you to play alarm cock with.” His gaze shifted, seeing something dimple the larger Max’s backside. A bit of telekinesis, another of Leslie’s favorite tricks. “Right now,” Leslie pulled up and levitated off the bed, “I gotsta pee.” She twisted about midair and drifted into the bathroom. She clicked on the light, but didn’t close the door fully. Casting thin beams of light across the figures in bed.

Holt rolled over and ran his hand down her spine. Max shifted, breathed out a little sigh. Fur bristled as his fingers ran down her spine. Hips arched ever so slightly as he reached her hips. Fingers lingered there. Tracing between the bobcat-like spots that dotted her lower back and hip. Dream and instinct made her tail curl up ever so slightly. Holt shifted quietly, bed creaking under his weight. Max was a heavier sleeper, but he was still careful not to wake her. Not yet. He leaned down and curled his lip back, breathing in her scent. Rough tongue swept over a thigh. She breathed out a huff in her sleep and arched. Then moaned as he found her pussy with the next lip. As promised, Leslie had gotten Max riled up. Labia swollen, excited, petals parting to reveal her trembling inner lips.

The bed creaked as he moved over her. Striped thighs eased over her tan ones. He held himself up with one hand. The other slid down her back again. Spreading her cheeks apart, thumb hooked under her tail just so. Easing it out of the way to expose her to the morning air. She glistened in the dim light, waiting for him, eager. His cock twitched at the sight. Easing closer, he wedged his cock between her thighs. Juggling cheek and tail, he nudged his tip down to meet her entrance.

“Rrrrmph!”

Holt threw his weight against her. Driving his cock all the way into her with the first thrust. Max bolted out of sleep, but the tiger was on her. Returning the favor from hours ago. He pinned her down to the bed. One hand wound through her long, dark hair and shoved her face into the pillow. She jumped, jolted, and moaned as his weight slammed her down into the mattress. Her body quivered under him as he pulled back. Fleshy barbs stroking her insides just so, teasing her in ways only a feline could. Then the heavy slap of his body off her rear.

By the time he was winding up for another, her legs shifted. Pushed against him. They were both strong, both durable. He had the edge in strength, but she was tougher than he was. Both gifted with superpowers, both ready to use them in a very physical way.

He bore down on her with a snarl, lips curled back to reveal glistening teeth. She quivered and pushed up and back. Hungry for everything he had and more. The bed creaked and rattled. Reinforced frame shuddering under the brutal impacts of tiger absolutely rutting the hybrid feline. Her pleasured yowl was swallowed by the pillow, but he could feel her excitement. The trembling need as her body quaked under him. Brought to climax within seconds of starting. He bore down on her more. Not giving her even a beat to recover.

Leslie drifted from the bathroom, the margay bit her lip and moaned quietly. Eyes wide as she soaked in the raw lust coming from her partner and bestie. Thighs rubbed together as she glanced at them. Max, eyes rolled back in bliss as she writhed under Holt. Using her body to challenge him. Max, teeth pulled back, primal, unleashing that supernatural strength in ways he couldn’t with the margay.

A glance. A nod. Leslie bit her lip to keep quiet as her fingers drifted between her thighs. Body vibrating as she leaned closer. Touching the pair with a foot, her tail, getting that precious skin-to-skin contact. She gasped, body arching as she Felt their excitement with her Empathic gift. Allowed the raw pleasure to shoot through her, roll around, and resonate back into the pair. Between one breath and the next, Leslie linked with her husband. She could feel what he did. Relished in the rush of pounding Max. The rapture of a slick body wrapped around her.

Holt felt the connection and put on a show for Leslie. He snarled and savaged Max that much harder. Balls clapping off thighs. Groin crashed against hip, reddening Max’s backside with the steady impacts. Max arched, tried to yell her pleasure. A swift arm bar drove her back down.

Holt’s fingers wound through Max’s hair, pulled it aside. The tiger snarled and surged forward. He bit down at where neck and shoulder met. Max jolted up to yowl as the larger male grabbed her in a mating bite. She reached back and grabbed at his head, fingers digging into his hair as her body shook and quaked under him. Deep, primal grunts sounded from her as he hammered her. Throwing his full weight into her for another thrust. Five more. A dozen. Then...

A muffled snarl and shove. That wonderful, heavy, full sac pressed tight to her. Leaping. His cock twitched inside her as he gave her another load. Striped hips pressed tight, flexing with each shot. Grinding into her until he was done. Until he’d emptied his full morning load into her.

Then a slow lick along her neck. Up her cheek and to an ear. Which he nibbled on and chuffed, “Good morning.”

Holt drew out of her slowly and groaned. Stretching arms and shoulders, “I am going to grab a quick shower, then get breakfast started.”

Leslie trilled, “Sounds wonderful! I’ll cuddle up with Max a bit..” She gladly tucked herself in against the rather rumpled looking hybrid. “How do you want your eggs?” Leslie grinned, “Scrambled? Fertilized?”

Max rolled her head and panted, still looking rather sleep-groggy. “If you weren’t so cute... I’d kill you.” Somehow, with a Herculean effort, she rolled onto her back. “I’m just surprised he hasn’t yet. Cock like that, figured you’d have choked to death on it.”

“She’s tried,” Holt called from the bathroom, tossing out a washcloth. Leslie caught it and began to clean the cougar-mix. Casually running her fingers over the mess that tried to leak from her. Scooping it up and back into Max’s trembling body.

Surprisingly, the morning shower and breakfast was uneventful. Holt had opted to wear a rather loose set of shorts. Max went naked, a benefit of Leslie and Holt’s home. Leslie had actually gotten dressed most of the way. “So when’s the trip?” Max asked over a cup of coffee.

“Trying to get rid of me already?” Leslie chided playfully.

Tufted tail twitched, “No, just trying to make conversation beyond, ‘Thank you for letting me borrow your husband while you’re out of town.’ Which, by the way. Thank you for letting me borrow your husband.”

Leslie flashed one of her infectious smiles. “Seph texted already. He’s got the gang and a van. Should be here in a few.” She bounced, “You should see the group costumes he has with Lana and Bubs. And no problem,” Leslie leaned into her friend with a purr. “We’d joked about it enough that we weren’t sure if you were serious.”

Max had dated people on and off, here and there. Never anything too serious. It had always been a problem of finding someone that clicked with her. More often than not, her traveling often lead to the end of whatever relationship, or something else would crop up. She and Leslie had been fast friends since they were teens. It hadn’t been too hard to become Friends with Holt either. Doubly so when she saw just how much Leslie loved the big guy. He treated the margay right, and adored her in return. Leslie being Leslie, well... Max had been invited over to more than one ‘come hang out and get railed’ night involving Holt, and some other mutual friends. When Max found out that Holt was fertile again, and that Leslie was pregnant. Well... she’d had time to think. Then floated the idea past the pair.

Leslie’s phone chimed. “Oop! That’s Carrie, they’re pulling up now.” She hopped off the stool and raced upstairs to get her luggage with a cry of, “Con time!”

Now that made Max’s ears perk up, “Carrie’s going too? Please tell me she’s got the fluff ball with her.”

“I think that (daughter) is staying with Vaughn this weekend. Give Carrie a break from being Mom.” Holt mused as he nibbled on some fruit.

“And from being Evil Overlord, muhahaha.”

Holt chuckled, “I think that’s partially Lana threatening to put her in a headlock and drag her along if need be.” He stood up and moved to intercept Leslie as she came down the stairs with her luggage. Sweeping the margay up into a kiss before setting her down.

Max twisted in her seat, “Make sure to get lots of pictures of those costumes!”

Leslie waved as she pulled on her long gloves, “Make sure to get lots of pictures of the fucking!”

Sliding from the seat, Max took her plate to the sink. Watching as Holt took Leslie out to the waiting van. She leaned over just enough to get a glance at the occupants. Other friends, and fellow supers, all heading to a Nerd Con for the weekend. Max smiled and sauntered down stairs to the tiger’s den.

As always, she found herself thrown off somewhat. The entire house had this odd early seventies vibe to it. It was strange enough with the sunken living room. Get down to the den and it was full midcentury vibe. Drop ceiling and wood panels. Cozy in a way, but certainly dated. It didn't jive at all with what she'd have imagined either Holt or Leslie would've picked. Yet it somehow fit them as well. Comfy, inviting, and lived in. Even if it clashed a little with the massive TV set into an entertainment center. Shelf upon shelf of movies in all kinds of formats flanked the TV. Other shelves held knick knacks and paintings. The feature of the room though was The Couch.

Massive, U shaped couch. Easily big enough for a small horde of people to share and watch the movie. Least it was normally. Holt had converted it into Bed Mode. Which is what she and Leslie jokingly called it. The coffee table had been moved in, and a large cushion set on top. He'd fitted in some custom sheets to it and formed a slight ring with pillows.

Settling herself into the couch's overstuffed embrace with a sigh. There was a part of her that wanted to go to the convention. See friends, see the costumes, panels, and more. But there was a larger part of her that wanted this. Quite, simple, and...

Her ear twitched as the door shut and locked. “Max?” Holt called out.

“Downstairs,” she called back, “was just poking at what you’ve got down here.”

“Alright, remote’s on the end table. Gonna clean up real quick.”

She snapped up the remote and began to browse while he cleaned up. Stairs creaking moments later as the tiger wandered down the stairs. Max arched her back and craned her head, “So what now?”

Holt wandered over and reached out, stroking her throat slowly. “Well,” he chuffed, “I believe that's up to you.” A low, seductive growl rolling up his throat. He was close. So close that she could smell him. She asked in the warmth of him so close to her cheeks.

Max bit her bottom lip, “I think you know just what I want...”

A smirk, “Oh I know...” his fingers ran over her throat. Then he moved around the couch and sank down into it's embrace with her.

Max shifted without a word and tucked against his side. Cheek resting on his chest as the tiger settled down. “So,” she mused after they were comfortable. “I know I thanked Leslie, but I need to thank you.” She twisted to peer at him, ”Also never quite got your opinion on all this.”

Holt took a moment to think. Max had learned that the tiger liked to fall silent now and then as he pondered his words. “Well,” he mused, “I didn’t want to go,” he stuck his teeth out, “Your hot friend wants me to fuck her bareback all weekend, well okay! Hurhurr.”

“Yeah,” Max snorted a laugh, “sounds more like a Sam thing.”

“Mmm, Sam’s a bit more careful about bareback. He’s got some strong rules about that.”

Now that made Max’s ears perk, “Really? This the same Sam? Panther, works with you as an EMT, your best bud, moonlights at a sexy club downtown. The same Sam that walked in, saw the three of us on the couch, and was immediately okay with joining? That Sam?”

Holt nodded, “That Sam. He knew you and Leslie were safe, and the rules with Leslie. Plus she filled him in on your rules.”

“Huh, surprised.”

Holt chuffed, “You’re not the first he’s caught off guard like that.” He tucked his arm behind Max and let his thumb trace her spine. A low chuckle rolled up his throat. “It’s so much easier talking about this with Leslie. Just think about what I’m feeling and boom, she understands. Gotta think on how to put it into words.” His amber eyes narrowed, “When she told me you needed some comfort, I knew I had to. Not because she asked, or because you did, but because I like you.”

A slow breath, “Before the accident, I thought I had it figured up. Find someone I deeply connect with. Someone I can be a partner to. Date them, get married, start a family, happy life. Then,” he mimed an explosion. “I land in the Block hospital. Start ripping doors off their hinges. Have to relearn how to interact with people. Then find out Leslie caught feelings for me, afraid to let myself feel the same. Then you came along.”

Max’s nose wrinkled in a smile. “Let you fuck the shit out of me. Showed you that you wouldn’t hurt Les.”

He nodded, chin resting on her head, “That certainly helped. Got my brain unstuck from the ‘I’m a monster’ mindset. Then fell for Leslie, which isn’t hard to do. Learned that it is possible to catch feelings for more people. That sex can be just physical, but also emotionally fulfilling for both parties. Yet still come back to it all and it’s okay.” His fingers ran along her back slowly. “When she asked if I’d mind having a…” he trailed off a second, “Domestic weekend with you, knew that I wanted it as much as you needed it.”

Max nodded and let her hand slide out. Catching Holt’s on his stomach. Her fingers linked with his, wound around them, and ran over the plain black wedding band. Her fingers traced over the bright jade band in it. It was a match for Leslie’s ring, save hers had an amber band. Silence fell for a long moment. The TV a mere drone in the background. Unnoticed by either at the moment.

“So,” Max breathed after a very long moment. “Were you planned?”

Ears twitched and a rich laugh. “Mom had folders and a plan.”

“You’re kidding!”

He shook his head, “I am not, Dad showed them to me. Charts, timetables, cost benefit analysis, plans for if they wanted more. She had it all planned.”

A chuffed laugh, “Why am I not surprised the genius of the Science Sisters had spreadsheets?” Ear twitch and thought, “Plans not work for the others?”

Head shake, “Mom decided that one was enough. Being pregnant was not something she enjoyed. Then Dad started to help raise Sam, which was enough like having two sons for Mom.” Max made a low noise of understanding. Holt nuzzled into her head lightly and breathed in her scent. Clean, largely unscented at the moment, save for the faint hint of sex, sweat, and the lingering aroma of breakfast. “You?”

“Complete surprise. Mom didn’t know that she was receptive. Ajax didn’t know either. Just a farewell bang before he went to law school turned into me. Mom told him to fuck off, signed papers for it and all. Kiiinda wish she hadn’t.”

The hand on Max’s back roamed up and came to rest on her side. “If anything comes of this, do you want me to fuck off?”

Max had been surprised to find out that Holt was fertile again. Though with that healing factor he had? Could’ve only been a matter of time. Leslie was thrilled to be pregnant. She knew how much Holt wanted a family. “Would you want to?”

“I would rather be there, as much as you want me to be. Not like a… move on in, become a sister wife thing, but…”

“Gods no. I couldn’t be a sister wife to Leslie,” Max chuffed. “Holt, you’re hot as fuck and great in bed, but don’t take this the wrong way. A weekend of Husband borrowing here and there is enough for me. Don’t think I’m the marrying type.” Her hand roamed down. Feeling the tiger’s stomach, tracing his abs, then under his boxers. “If all this does end up in me getting knocked up,” her fingers traced his cock. Savoring the feel of it as it throbbed against her hand. Relished the steady pulse as she began to tease him. Drawing him out of his boxers one pump at a time. “I’d love for you to be around too.”

Eyes narrowed as she pulled him out of his boxers. Letting his cock lay against his belly as she massaged it slowly. “Kinda surprised Leslie isn’t here to watch,” Max purred quietly. Fingers teasing the male’s crown. “She loves doing her little psychic voyeur trick. How is she doing?”

He hummed in thought and Max sat up. “She is okay isn’t she?”

“Physically? Great condition. She and the baby are both very healthy.”

Max’s ears perked slowly, “But?”

Holt sighed, “But… She’s had to go back to wearing her damper again. They think that it’s something between the pregnancy, her powers, and potential powers from the baby…” He narrowed his eyes a little and breathed out. “It got away from her a couple times. Half the block suddenly had morning sickness. Then a mood flip…”

A low hiss and a curse. “Do they think it’ll get worse?” His nod drew a slow, “Fuuuck.” A psychic as powerful as Leslie losing control? It made Max shudder just thinking about it. Not to mention what it would do to Leslie, knowing what she’d done to others.

“We might have to start sleeping at the Block. Get in an isolated room. Probably the one she shared with D.” Cause of course he wouldn’t let her be alone. Holt sighed and stretched, “But that’s all might. They don’t know, so…” he took a breath and let it out. “That’s for the future. There’s a plan for it, and we just need to stick with it. Carrie knows, it’s why she hauled Leslie off for a con weekend. Head to toe outfits, Lana and Seph running interference as handlers, magically warded hotel room, and friends to vibe with her.”

“Yeah,” Max mused and nuzzled into his neck. Returning to her slow teasing of the tiger. Fingers tracing over his length. Stroking the belly of his cock. Her touch ran all the way down to his base. Feeling his heavy, striped pouch, and then back up. “And you get a bit of a break too. Can’t imagine it’s easy being her rock all the time.” Holt grunted, but if it was from affirmation or the teasing, it was hard to tell. Not that Max cared either way. She’d been Leslie’s friend long enough to know what being her calm space was like. She casually used her thumb pad to massage his foreskin. Just a light tease to coax some precum out.

A few minutes of teasing prompted a chuff, “Just going to play with it?”

“I might,” She grinned. Rubbing her palm against his cock, just stroking him enough to keep him up, but not to bring him to finish. “So,” she chuffed, “Leslie gets a weekend with friends. You get a weekend… Playing husband with me?” She teased, “Holt, do you have a crush on me?”

He groaned, “That’s it, I’m going to get snacks. Had set out a charcuterie.” The tiger rolled away and stepped out of his boxers. Striding proudly up the stairs.

“Ooh, adult lunchables. Do you have wobble pops to go with it, Loverboy?”

Holt flicked her the middle finger. Max grinned and let out a playful hiss. She dropped back to the couch and sorted through a few menus. Settling on a movie she liked, but hadn’t seen in a while. Eyes narrowed as the tiger came back down. A platter of food getting set just beside the couch. “And your wobble pop.”

Max blindly reached for the beer. Holt dodged her hand and pressed the ice cold bottle to her neck. The hybrid yowled and jolted, head craning back to shout a, “Hey!” at Holt.

Only to be greeted by the tiger’s throbbing cock.

He grabbed her wrist and neck, pulling her head off the side of the couch. In a quick, smooth plunge, he drove his throbbing length into her open mouth. Max protested with a, “Gllrrrk!” and jolted her body up. Holt growled and drove forward, balls slapping off her face as he leaned in. The closed bottle fell to the couch as he leaned over her. Grabbing a breast and kneading it. That growl deepening as he began to fuck her face.

Max huffed and panted around his length. Muscles fought and rolled against his cock as he invaded her throat. He kneaded her throat, pulling her into his thrusts. Low, controlled growl rolling around in his chest. Fingers skillfully rolling over her breast. Kneading the soft mound, teasing her nipple to a peak just to give it a twist. He smirked as he watched her hand dip between her thighs. Massaging her own pussy lips. Low, choking moans puffed around his cock with each pant.

The tiger licked his lips with a low growl. He drew his cock out and let the tip rest against her lips, “Are you done?”

Max panted, “That all you got? I didn’t hear a bel… Hrrrkk!”

Holt breathed out a sigh and drove back in. “I’ve got all weekend,” he rumbled a deep, playful growl. Max tried to growl as well, but it was hard with a thick tiger cock stuffed in her throat. He knew it was a challenge and took it as such. Leaning over and grabbing her breasts to give it that much harder.

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The buzzing phone broke the silence. Holt cracked an eye and peered into the dark of the room. He reached for the nightstand, trying not to disturb the purring bundle that was tucked to his side. Naturally, the phone did its best to blind him as the screen came on.

“What is it?” Leslie muttered. The margay both burrito’d in a blanket, and tucked against Holt’s side as close as she could get.

He shifted a little. Snaking his arm under the blanket cocoon, “It’s a text from Max.” Leslie peeked out from the blanket, squinting at the screen. “Leslie needs to charge a stud fee for you. Then a lot of kissing emojis.”

Leslie practically vibrated with a purr, seeing the picture of her bestie holding up the positive test.