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By Mantrid Brizon

(09/12/2020)

Part Three

Stepping out of the cool building and into the warm sunlight, Tomas tilts his head back and sighs. Hanging his head as he begins the walk back to his late model Cadillac, he stops near a pillar and a trash can. With an angry growl, he turns and kicks the receptacle, startling the patrons in the bank as it bounces off of the brick pillar. He glances back, and without saying a word, he turns and makes his way for his vehicle. No sooner than he closes the door behind him, his phone rings. Lifting up the device, he cannot help but smile at Zoey’s picture. Her head rests on a pillow, her vivid, amber eyes gazing at the camera as so looks to him with a little smile of longing. It’s been nearly three weeks since their first date, and the two have grown quite close since then. They’re so close, in fact, that a few days earlier he gifted Zoey with a key. Perhaps she has news of his son, whom she left to visit this morning?

“Hey, Z.” He says, as he answers the phone.

“Hi, Tommy! So?! How’d it go?!” She chirps.

“Not so good...” He murmurs.

“Aww. Chin up, babe. There’s more banks and credit unions.”

“Not anymore. I visited the last one today.” He replies.

“Oh... Well, what about using your house as a hard asset?”

“The bondsmen I spoke to claimed it wasn’t valuable enough.”

“Oh...”

“I think they just didn’t want to take the risk with the case.”

There’s a moment of silence as Zoey realizes the extent of Tomas’ troubles. After his son, Jacob, was arrested for claiming Whitney’s narcotics, his bail was set at a level out of Tomas’ reach. He’d spent the last week calling and visiting every bank and credit union in order to remortgage his house, just to be able to afford Jacob’s bail. Each and every one has rejected him; Jacob will remain in jail until his trial. That is, unless Zoey has had better luck.

“So, do you have better news? Please say ‘yes’.”

“Erm... No...” She speaks softly. “He’s not the most forthcoming client – he’d hardly speak to me when I first came in – and he absolutely refuses to turn on Whitney.”

“He can still do that?!” A shocked Tomas gasps.

“I spoke to the prosecuting attorney and they’re offering a sweet deal; since he has no priors, all he has to do is recant his story, make a new statement and they’ll go after her instead; he’d only get probation. That girlfriend of his has quite the record, so she’s a much more tempting target.”

Sighing and slumping back in his seat, Tomas stares at the fabric lining of his car’s interior.

“I’m sorry! I really tried to convince him, but he just won’t see reason. He loves her too much.”

“That’s alright.” Tomas murmurs.

“It might be time to talk options...”

“Options?”

“Yeah. Can we do that over dinner?”

A little smile spreads across the human’s lips and he softly chuckles.

“Since when do you ask me out?”

“Well, it can’t be you all of the time!” She chirps.

“Sure it can. Want to go to dinner?” He asks.

“Of course!”

“Alright then. Meet me at Casa De Martinez at the usual time. I’ll make our favorite.”

“Mmmm... I can’t wait.” She coos.

Returning home, Tomas sets his briefcase aside, removes his suit and changes into comfortable clothes. He then prepares his kitchen, gathering the necessary items from his refrigerator and spice rack. He and Zoey both know what tonight will bring. First, he’ll cook a fine meal, like those his mother used to make. After he and Zoey enjoy their food, they’ll sit and enjoy each other’s company, and perhaps Tomas will take it further, enjoying her body as well. In either case, Zoey will be spending the night. She enjoys her time with Tomas, and he can tell. It isn’t long after he begins cooking that Zoey comes over, startling him. It’s earlier than he was expecting. She uses the spare key that he’d given her, bringing a bottle of red wine with her.

Zoey watches him cooking, a skill she never learned, while they listen to classical music and speak of nothing in particular. Tomas sets the table and they eat with candles lit. As they often do, they talk and share minute details about their pasts. With each passing day, both Zoey and Tomas find themselves growing increasingly attached to each other. For as passionate as their nights are, it’s nothing compared to these little moments, when they learn that they have so much in common. To her surprise, Zoey has already confessed her growing desire to birth children and enjoy a family life, which her sister decided to pursue, in place of a professional career.

After finishing their dinner and washing the plates together, Tomas sits back on the couch as Zoey collects papers from her small briefcase. Just then, his phone vibrates. Glancing at the screen, he subtly shakes his head before slipping it back into his pocket.

“Okay, babe, so, I have an idea for my opening statement!”

“Already?” He chuckles.

“What?”

“The court date is months away. We’ve got time.”

“Yeah, well... I like to be prepared.” Zoey flashes a little smile.

Returning to her papers, she slips on a pair of reading glasses, which rest on the bridge of her short snout and hook around her rounded, feline ears.

“You’re so cute with those librarian glasses.” He remarks.

“Just don’t be late with your returns, sir.” She winks.

“What happens if I am?”

“Mmmm...”

Setting the papers aside, Zoey is quick to lean in, throw her arms around his neck and give him a kiss. Pulling their lips apart, she leaves her nose pressed against his.

“Then I’ll have to punish you.”

“You could try.” He smirks.

Grabbing onto her plump yet firm buttocks, he pulls her up and rolls his body. Throwing his lover onto her back, her legs hang over his as he shifts onto his knees, looming over her.

“Ooohhh, you’re so manly.” She coos.

“You know you like it.”

“Mhm.” She hums as they kiss.

Kissing her with considerable passion, Zoey melts as she lay atop the couch. As he expected, she’s more than eager for some quality time with him. She always is. The black panther Voeldahn opens her own top and exposes her large, E-cup breasts, giving him something to hold on to. He quickly grabs on, lovingly massaging her massive mammaries as their tongues entwine. For as much as he enjoys her body, it’s the time they spend afterward, when he can hold her and relax, that he enjoys the most. He would never share this, however, lest it make him appear soft. Kiss after kiss warms her up, and his wandering hands prepare to ignite her. Just then, his phone goes off again. This time, Zoey feels it vibrating in his pocket.

“Ugh...” He grumbles.

“Is that important?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Maybe you should check.”

With a little sigh, he sits up, pulls his phone from his pocket and stares at the screen. Whether he realizes it or not, his expression changes, worrying her.

“Well? Who is it?” She asks.

“Nobody.”

“Tommy...”

Turning to his lover, Zoey gives him a concerned stare.

“You haven’t lied to me yet, right?” She asks.

“No.”

“Then please, don’t start now... Talk to me.”

With another sigh, Tomas pulls away and sits upright. Zoey grabs onto the back of the couch and pulls herself up, sliding her legs off of him and slipping her ample breasts back into her top.

“I’m sorry. I just... I really like you.” He begins.

“And I really like you, too!” She chirps.

“No, I mean, I really like you. I know it hasn’t been that long, but I already feel so close to you. You’re the first woman I’ve felt this close to since before Maria passed away.”

“Aww!” Zoey gushes.

“Given enough time, I think we could have a... A real future together.”

With her eyes as big as saucers and glossy with joyous tears, she throws her arms around his neck and nuzzles his face. A kiss becomes two, becomes a dozen, and afterward she rests her head atop his shoulder. He slides an arm around her waist and kisses her head very softly.

“Wait... This doesn’t sound like you; you’re being all gushy.”

“I don’t need to be a caveman every day; I can take time off.” He flashes a little smile. “Besides, I want you to know how I feel.”

“... Should I be scared?”

“Huh?! Of what?!” He moves back in shock.

“This feels like you have something to tell me... Who was on the phone?”

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Tomas averts his eyes, contemplating how to respond.

“Was it the jail? No, you’d have picked up... You don’t... You don’t have another woman, do you?” Zoey sheepishly asks, visibly growing concerned.

“No!”

“Then talk to me! The suspense is too much!” Zoey pleads.

“It was Whitney...”

“Jacob’s girlfriend? ... I don’t understand... How do you-”

“She’s been calling and texting me lately, after Jacob was arrested...”

“... Why?”

“Let me explain...” He says with a heavy sigh.

Taking a deep breath, Tomas prepares himself for the worst. Zoey, visibly confused, sits with a knot growing in her chest. He begins to speak, and she listens as her human lover explains exactly how Jacob and Whitney were caught by Tomas in the throes of passion. He’d never shared this with her before. After Jacob’s arrest, Tomas nervously admits his involvement with Whitney, hiding nothing from the Voeldahn woman whom he’s grown so fond of. Zoey holds a clawed hand over her gaping maw, shocked to learn of Tomas’ affair with Whitney on the very night his son was arrested. The knot in her chest only grows worse, now that the truth is out.

“Oh my god.” She murmurs.

“Please understand, I hadn’t been with a woman since Maria died, and she came on so strong! I know it was wrong, and I’m not trying to make excuses, but I just don’t want you to think that I would’ve done what I did under any other circumstance. She did everything in her power to seduce me, and I was so deprived that I gave in.”

“That’s... Still kind of an excuse.” A visibly uncomfortable Zoey murmurs.

“I’m sorry... I wasn’t trying to be with her. It was purely physical, and it was a mistake.”

“How... Uhm... How long were you with her?” She asks, her bottom lip quivering.

“She spent a few days here. I tried contacting my son and figuring things out, and I didn’t want to make her leave.” He replies, glossing over the many sexual encounters he and Whitney had during that time. “I guess I just wanted the company.”

“Oh... And do you, uhm... Have any feelings for-”

“No!” He swiftly interrupts. “I already said it was a mistake, and I mean that. I regret it.”

“Then why is she contacting you?”

“... She... She thinks she’s in love with me.”

Zoey blinks, her eyes growing wide with shock. The knot in her chest begins to burn, and a powerful anger begins to consume her.

“You were that good, huh?” She asks in a snippy tone.

Tomas merely shrugs his shoulders.

“Hmph...” Zoey crosses her arms, tucking them beneath her ample breasts as she pouts, her head tilted down and her eyes glaring at her own feet. “This is just great...”

“I’m not interested in her, Z. I don’t want her, and I don’t want this to come between us.”

“Well, considering you fucked her just a few days before me, it does throw a wrench in the works just a little bit!” She snaps at him.

“I mean, I didn’t even know your name when I was with her. If I could foresee the future, I would’ve done better; I would’ve held out.”

She shakes her head and silently snickers, though she knows in her heart that he is telling the truth. Though it still hurts to hear, and it certainly doesn’t mitigate her jealousy, the fact that this all occurred prior to their relationship does cut through some of her frustration and anger.

“Fucking figures you’d have baggage. I should’ve known, as perfect as you are. Handsome, manly, considerate, hung... God, I should’ve seen this coming! Thinking she’s in love with you... You know, some girls just can’t handle good sex! Not like I can! I didn’t get attached as soon as you reamed my pussy, and it was fucking great!” The jealous and frustrated Zoey begins to rant.

“Uhm, thank you?” A confused Tomas raises a brow.

“I didn’t fall in love with you just because you were the biggest and best fuck of my life! There’s plenty more men out there! I could go find another, if I really had to, and I wouldn’t get attached to him either! That’s sexual maturity! That’s being a strong woman!” She continues to rant.

“I guess...” He murmurs.

He can see her anger and pain; he knows better than to block the vent as she releases the steam.

“I can’t believe you’d fuck some slut half your age. Wait... Is Whitney that girl I saw leaving here that morning?!”

“What morning?”

“A blue-haired, canine Voeldahn girl with a unique, striped pattern to her fur. I was getting ready to head to the office and I saw you throwing her out. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, because I didn’t even know your name...” Zoey snarls. “She looked like she was begging you or something, like the little girl she is.”

“Erm... Yeah.” He nervously scratches the back of his head.

Zoey’s amber eyes scan her lover’s face. His expression and body language are telling. She’s represented enough clients while developing her skills as a public defender; Tomas is truly ashamed and remorseful. He looks to her with big, sad eyes. His brow is curled back with fear. Is he scared of losing her?! The mere display of melancholy softens her heart. Her shoulders lower and her arms relax.

“And you really don’t have anything going on with her?”

“No! I promise you that I don’t! I don’t love her, or even really like her! ... It was a horrible mistake, and I feel awful for it. I only want you.”

The sincerity in his eyes and his quivering voice are more than enough for Zoey, whose lips very subtly curl around her snout, forming an almost microscopic smile. Soon, however, it grows; she’s unable to resist him, and despite her earlier rant, she did feel something after sleeping with him. Reaching out her hands, she carefully embraces Tomas, pulling him into a warm hug and nuzzling his face.

“Look, I’m... I’m sorry I blew up. It’s just that...” She sighs as she gathers her thoughts and feelings. “I know it was before us, but it-”

“It’s okay.” He speaks in a soft and gentle tone.

“Okay... And I believe you.”

“Oh, good! I-I was so scared this was going to cost me our relationship.” He sighs with relief.

“Relationship?” Zoey turns her eyes up to him, her cheek on his shoulder.

“Well, you’re not seeing anyone else, by your own admission, and I’m in the market for a good woman.” He replies.

“Are you claiming me, Tommy?”

“Are you denying me, Z?”

“... No.” Her smiles grows even wider.

“Then yes, I’m claiming you.” He says before softly kissing her lips.

Kiss after passionate kiss reignites their passion, but Zoey cannot shake Tomas’ past with Whitney from her mind. It keeps her reserved as she ponders all that he’s said, preventing her from falling back under his spell. How often did he touch Whitney’s breasts? Did he lick her pussy, too, and did he blow his load without the courtesy of a condom? Suddenly, through her simmering jealousy, she feels the spark of an idea. With her hands on his shoulders and a gentle push, she separates herself from her lover, who necks her so tenderly.

“Tommy?”

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“Why does Whitney keep contacting you?”

“Don’t worry. I’m not interested in her, Z. I promise you that I only want-”

“I believe you.” She interrupts him. “But why is she calling and texting you?”

“... She wants to get back with me.”

“Can I see?”

“Erm... Why?” He grows nervous.

“Just let me see!”

He swipes a ‘Z’ to unlock the phone, then hands over the device.

“I have an idea. It might help Jacob.” She says, tapping the icon of his text messenger app.

Looking through Tomas’ phone, Zoey finds herself staring at pictures that Whitney had sent him. They’re all provocative, and in many of them the teenager is nude. Zoey feels her face flushing and her anger returning. Whitney has such a lovely body, and now she knows that Tomas has enjoyed it. The older Zoey begins to feel self-conscious as she scans through the texts and voicemails. As he’d said, Tomas has ignored Whitney ever since he threw her out of his house. The teenager tries to contact him every few days, leaving him voicemails and begging him to call her. She even sexts him, always promising to “be a good girl”. It’s borderline pathetic, and only serves to drastically boost Zoey’s self-esteem. She even finds herself chuckling at Whitney’s desperation.

“Hmm... These might not be enough, though.” Zoey murmurs.

“So, uhm... What’s your plan?”

“The D.A. and prosecutors don’t want Jacob – they’re still willing to cut a deal if he recants his first statement – but he’s so stuck on her. Jacob refuses to turn on Whitney, so if we can prove that she’s been unfaithful to him, while he’s been in jail...”

“You don’t think that’s enough?! You heard those voicemails!” He raises his brow in shock.

“You haven’t talked to Jacob recently. He’s in love with her; he’ll perform some mental gymnastics to explain this away. We need more proof. Something downright painful...”

“... Like what?”

Turning to face him, Zoey hands him back his phone.

“Call her over here. I’ll look into some small cameras. Nanny-cam type stuff.”

“Uh... And then do what?” An increasingly nervous Tomas asks.

“Whatever will incriminate her. Let her talk. If she’s feeling tight-lipped... Then work her.”

“What?!”

“She’s a stupid little girl. I can tell from her messages; she’s not ready for a real man. Why do you think she’s latching onto you so hard? You’re clearly her first actual man; she’s used to dealing with boys.”

“So, when you say ‘work her’ you mean...?”

“Do whatever you need to do to get her to incriminate herself.”

“I don’t know... That feels kind of shitty.” Tomas remarks.

“Remind me how your visits to those banks went...” Zoey sternly replies.

“... But-”

“Do you want Jacob to spend the next few years in prison? With the list of charges they have, it won’t be hard, and this is a losing case. Believe me. He’ll catch a low-tier felony, and prison is a lot harder than the jail he’s currently in. His life will be over, or at least all of his best opportunities will be.” She explains.

“But what if-”

“Shh.” Zoey steps closer and grabs hold of Tomas’ hand, forcing him to squeeze his phone. “I’m asking you to do this. If you don’t, Jacob is not coming home.

Zoey can see the fear in his eyes. His reluctance to contact Whitney is as plain as the nose on his face. Somehow, this makes it even easier for her to come to terms with her own plan. The confident Voeldahn woman surprises herself with how readily she accepts her request. After reading the texts and listening to Whitney’s voicemails, she’s certain that she’s a far greater woman than they sultry eighteen-year-old. She doesn’t even feel the earlier jealousy cropping up. For as competent with women as Tomas is, whether he’d admit it or not, he probably won’t even have to touch Whitney to get a confession.

“All you need is for her to incriminate herself.” Zoey coos, using her free hand to stroke his cheek. “Now call the dumb little skank and get her over here tonight.”

With that, Zoey kisses Tomas’ cheek and pulls away, heading for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To pick up those cameras. There’s a P.I. that a lot of us at the courthouse use; she can steer me in the right direction. We should be ready for her by nine, ten at the latest.”

Standing in silence for a moment, Tomas stares at the front door, which promptly closes behind Zoey. Feeling the phone in his hand, he glances down at the device before slowly lifting it up. He can feel a knot forming in his stomach; the mere prospect of calling and speaking to the young woman makes him nervous. Taking a deep breath and dialing her number, it rings only once before she picks up.

“Daddy! You called!” Whitney chirps.

“Yeah.”

“It’s good to hear your sexy voice. God, I’ve missed the fuck out of you, Daddy!”

They sit in silence for a brief moment as Tomas wonders what to say. His fears over offending Zoey, a woman he truly cares for, have neutered his masculinity. However, thinking about his son in prison for who knows how long, and all because of this teenage girl, reawakens the savage.

“So, uhm... How’ve you been, Daddy? Did you like all of my pictures?!”

“Get over here...”

“Oh! Right now?!” She chirps.

“Tonight... Ten O’ Clock. I have stuff to do right now.”

“Aww, come on, Daddy! Don’t you wanna make time for your little girl? I’ll be so good to you! ... I got off the pill, remember?” Whitney coos.

“You heard me. Come over tonight. You can use your hand until then.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Daddy... I love that about you!”

“Yeah. See you soon.”

Returning less than two hours later with teddy bears in-hand, Zoey and Tomas prepare the hidden cameras.

“Why teddy bears?” He raises a brow.

“To make it look like a child’s toy. No one would expect Mr. Snuggles to be secretly watching the babysitter stealing from the cookie jar and smoking a joint when she’s supposed to be watching the kids.” Zoey replies.

“They couldn’t sell these without the bears? That’ll be too obvious.”

Zoey promptly dismantles the teddy bears and plucks the cameras from their heads, before turning toward a small, potted plant. She leans over and collects the plant, sets the tiny camera near the base, and using a claw to poke a hole in a low leaf, she nestles the camera in the soft dirt.

“Just don’t water it.” She says with a smile.

“Aren’t you clever.” Tomas smiles back.

“I know.” She winks.

Stashing the second camera between knickknacks on a corner shelf, they can see everything in the room; the plant camera watches at a slightly upward angle, looking at the side of the couch, while the shelf camera faces diagonally toward the couch, opposite the plant. For the first time in almost a week, Zoey says goodnight to her boyfriend and returns to her home just across the street. She spends her time sitting on her couch, in her large, empty home, contemplating their plan. What exactly will Tomas have to do with Whitney? Will she cop to her infidelity right away, or will it take some effort on his part?

Only now does her self-consciousness creep back in. For as simple as Whitney seems, she’s also eager to rekindle her affair with Tomas; Zoey fears what will occur in the modest house across the street. Her fears only grow as an old Toyota pulls up and the beautiful Whitney, in her sexual prime, steps out. Her perfect ass sways as she walks so gracefully toward the front door. She knocks, and is quickly whisked inside by Tomas. Perhaps Zoey shouldn’t have suggested this? Unfortunately, she doesn’t see any other way to convince Jacob to turn his back on his girlfriend, but it makes the panther Voeldahn uncomfortable.

Ever since she and Tomas’ first date, she’s grown closer and closer to him. For the first time in her life, she can see a real future with the man, and this isn’t what their relationship needs. She sits in her living room, staring through the front window in the darkness. Minutes tick by, and soon it’s been half an hour. Does Whitney have so much to say? Are they even talking?! The knot forms in Zoey’s chest. After an excruciating wait, Whitney finally emerges. With the biggest of smiles on her face, she returns to her cheap, little car. Zoey looks at the clock. It’s ten past midnight!

Once Whitney drives away, Zoey waits for a moment, to make sure that the coast is clear; she’d hate for the teenager to return for something and catch a strange woman in her Daddy’s house. After waiting about fifteen minutes, Zoey darts across the street, uses her key and opens the front door to retrieve the cameras. No sooner than she steps over the threshold, she stops in her tracks. She sniffs the air. The Voeldahn do not have senses any better than a human’s, but it wouldn’t matter if they did. The air is thick with a particular smell. As a woman, Zoey recognizes that smell anywhere...

Her jealousy builds as she stomps toward the hidden cameras. Tomas showers in the background. Returning home, Zoey plugs the cameras into her laptop and copies the video files to her hard drive. Once they’ve been copied and backed up, she opens her video editing software and combines the footage with a split-screen. She then watches both the plant-cam and corner-cam simultaneously, with all of the footage synced up with the plant-cam’s sound. She watches in a fear induced silence as her boyfriend invites Whitney into his house.

Tomas speaks to the beautiful, younger woman, and at first, the conversation seems quite benign, minus Whitney’s pet names and the cutesy, child-like accent that she insists upon using with him. However, after nearly ten minutes, even with him rejecting her subtle physical advances, Whitney never admits to ever cheating on Jacob, or acknowledging the sexual relationship she once had with Tomas, her boyfriend’s father. Only now does Zoey realize how severely she’s underestimated the younger woman.

“That clever bitch...”

Whitney answers every question with a question or an innocent deflection, all while trying to wriggle her voluptuous body into his arms. Tomas does his best to merely talk, but Whitney persists. If this is how she was when Tomas had been celibate for years, it’s easy to see how he’d succumb to her feminine wiles. Finally embracing Whitney, Tomas looks toward the corner-cam, a very displeased look on his face. Whitney bumps his leg with her crotch, nuzzling his face and grabbing onto his manhood with her dainty hands.

“Come on, Daddy. You don’t want to talk. You want quality time. Let your little girl take care of you!”

Zoey’s heart sinks. Somehow, she assumed that Whitney would spill her guts within minutes, that Tomas would call her out and then throw her out, but as she recalls how long the teenager was alone with the older man, the fear becomes real. Did Tomas have to go all of the way?! Zoey flushes even more, embarrassed that she never even considered that this might happen, until it was too late. As Tomas grabs onto Whitney’s perky butt, Zoey slumps back in her chair.

“Oh no... Tommy!”

The pair move quickly, and Zoey is left helplessly watching the screen as the man she’s swiftly growing to adore strips the much younger woman out of her tightly fitting clothes. After nearly fifteen minutes of video, ten of which consists entirely of a pointless, verbal back-and-forth, it only takes one minute between when Whitney and Tomas begin to fondle each other until the moment their last stitch of clothing falls to the floor. Whitney strokes Tomas’ large penis with incredible skill. It’s almost as if she was trained to please men. Zoey feels her hands shaking.

“Mmmmm-Daddy... It’s so big and fat.” Whitney coos.

“I should be doing that, you little slut! Touching that cock like it’s yours...” Zoey grumbles to herself.

After enjoying a tongue-filled kiss, Whitney’s sapphire eyes remain locked onto Tomas’ deep brown orbs as she slowly drops to her knees, her clawed hands gliding all along his toned body. With her hands resting on his belly, near his hips, the wolf-like Voeldahn opens her mouth and sticks out her pink tongue. She teases the tip and licks around the bulbous head of his gently swaying penis, all while looking up and into Tomas’ eyes with an adoration that shocks Zoey as much as the act itself. Without using her hands, Whitney suddenly and skillfully swallows as much as half of Tomas’ eight-inch cock, stuffing the girthy organ into her mouth.

She hums and coos as she bobs her head, clearly enjoying the taste of his flesh and the sensation of filling up her mouth. Tomas is equally pleased, albeit in a purely physically manner. Stepping back, he nearly falls onto his couch, though he manages to catch himself. Whitney crawls on her knees and grips tightly to his cock, making sure it doesn’t escape from her. Zoey feels her rage building as she watches the pair. Reaching out a hand, Tomas cannot help but grab a bundle of Whitney’s dyed blue hair, somewhat controlling how she bobs her head up and down his thick shaft.

“Ooohhhh-fuck...” He sighs.

The young woman briefly coughs, choking on her lover’s big dick. She gasps for breath as she removes her mouth from his rock-hard manhood.

“Oh, Daddy! You know just what to do!” She giggles. “But so do I...”

Nude and seated atop his couch, his legs spread wide, Tomas watches in silence as Whitney rises to her paw-like feet. Wiping the saliva that trickles down from her mouth, she flashes a sinister smile. All of this is caught by the plant-cam, which views them from one side.

“Mmmm-your cock is so tasty, Daddy.” She coos.

Tomas merely holds up a finger and spins it in the air.

“Eager, Daddy?” She giggles again.

“You said you know what to do... Show me. Put your money where your mouth is... Use your other lips.” He lustfully growls.

With her smile growing and bushy tail wagging, she turns around and slowly steps backward, placing herself between his legs. Leaning forward and bending her knees, she places a clawed hand on each of her lover’s legs. The wolf Voeldahn lets out a strange little sigh as she brushes Tomas’ manhood with her dripping wet loins, smooshing her pink nether lips against the underside of his large, brown penis. Very slowly, Whitney begins to grind, pressing his man meat into her womanly flesh.

“Mmmm-yeah. Oh, I’ve missed you, Daddy.”

Canting her hips, she reaches back and caresses the top of Tomas’ girthy shaft with her slender fingers. She rises ever so slightly, working her way up and along his shaft as she grinds her wet, pink pussy against the dark brown flesh of his big, throbbing cock. When the eighteen-year-old reaches the very tip, she lifts up, tilts her hips a little more and then gently pulls at his penis, taking aim for her love tunnel. Zoey’s eye grow wide. He’s not wearing a condom! Slowly squatting down, Whitney sits on his big dick, pushing his stiff, bare flesh into her womanhood.

“Oh! Nnnnn-fuck... Ooohhh-yeah... Hhff-hhff! And your big fucking dick! I really missed that!”

“Ooohhh-shit... Your pussy is so fucking tight!”

“Thank you, Daddy, but your just huge.” She giggles.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart. Did you really miss your Daddy’s big cock?”

“Uh-huh!” She nods, slowly lowering herself down and enveloping his penis. “Nnngf! I, hhff, missed it, hhff, so much!”

“Good... Show me.”

The sound of the young woman’s eager little cunt taking in the well-endowed Tomas makes Zoey flush even more. The moist, almost smacking sound as Whitney’s juicy pussy envelopes her lover is soon drowned out by the faint queefs; Tomas’ manhood is considerable, and it leaves no room for air inside of Whitney’s rather tight vaginal canal. With every push, the teen’s taut pussy devours her lover’s member, gleefully feasting on his large organ. Whitney grips tightly to his knees with her clawed hands, and begins to buck as she bounces. Zoey is left in shock, disgust, and even awe as the younger woman fucks the panther Voeldahn’s boyfriend like a seasoned porn star.

“Nngh-yeah, Daddy! Hhff-hhff! Get in that little pussy! Ahhh!”

Up and down she bounces. Plop, plop, plop. Her full, furry, C-cup breasts bounce and jiggle as she rides her lover. Unable to help himself, Tomas reaches forward and begins skillfully cupping and fondling her lovely breasts. He even teases her little, pink nipples as she vigorously reams her tight pussy with his exceptional, stationary cock. All he has to do is sit there while she does all of the work, and the hidden cameras capture all of it. She slowly arches her back, leaning against his chest and trading kisses while she continues to rock her hips, and he persists in fondling her breasts.

“Oh yeah, Daddy! Oh yeah! Uh-huh! Fuck my pussy! Ahh-hah-ahh! Fuck my tight, little pussy, Daddy!” She moans and groans.

“You’re the one riding. Go harder.” He sternly demands.

The eighteen-year-old wolf Voeldahn girl obeys. She bounces harder but slower atop the thirty-seven-year-old’s endowed penis. Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! The sounds grow louder as she works.

“Rrrr-yeah! Fuck... That’s a real good girl.” He winces as he growls, fondling her breasts with more vigor.

“Oh, god! Hhff-hhff! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum, Daddy! Nngf-nngf-mmmfff-mmmfff-nnnnnyyyaaaAAAHHHH!!!” She squeals.

Slamming down hard, Whitney’s back arches even more. Her hips pivot with Tomas’ big cock still buried inside of her, her big breasts jiggling and slipping out of his hands. A stream of clear fluid gushes from between the teen’s legs. She’s squirting. That’s not acting; Whitney is having world-class sex with Tomas, and it’s all on tape. Zoey is left in a stunned silence.

“Ooohhh-fuuuuck...” Whitney pants for air. “Your sooo good, Daddy! I never cum like this; you do me just right!”

“Oh, yeah... But you can’t stop yet.”

“Daddy?”

“We’re not done. I haven’t cum yet. Keep going.” He casually instructs, while giving one side of her ass a firm smack.

“Ooohhh, yes, Daddy!” Whitney coos as she resumes her ride.

“Rrrrr...” A jealous Zoey growls.

Whitney does as she’s told, like a good girl, but soon, however, the sexually skilled young woman slows her pace. She suddenly stops, briefly sitting atop his lap, his big cock filling up her little, quivering pussy, and full balls smooshed against her clitoris. Whitney spreads her toned legs wide and drapes them over Tomas’ knees. Her tight, pink pussy is now on full display for the corner-cam. With an athletic arm reaching back and hooked behind Tomas’ neck, her slender hips rock vigorously to pleasure the human stud, who’s twice her age. Whitney goes above and beyond to entertain him, grunting, groaning and snarling as she moves with such force that she shakes the sturdy couch.

“Holy-fucking-shit, girl!” Tomas gasps, holding onto the couch’s backrest for dear life.

“Nngf-nngf-yeah-nngf-fuck! Ugh-nngf! You like that, Daddy?! Nngf-nngh-fuck! Am I still being a good girl?!”

She works Tomas’ big brown cock as if it was her only mission in life, eagerly assaulting his manhood with her womanly flesh. With her softened brow and big, sapphire eyes gazing into Tomas’ stern, brown orbs, she laps at his face and kisses him with a vigor that’s only matched by how firmly she rams her lover’s throbbing cock into her quivering pussy. She’s trying so hard to please him. It’d almost be pathetic, if not for one thing... Whitney might be nothing more than a street-smart but romantically naïve girl with daddy issues, but she’s also a world-class lover.

The raw pleasure she offers is undeniable; it’s written all over Tomas’ face. His strong hands briefly fondle her bouncing and swaying breasts before sliding down her form, moving from her perky tits and toned belly before coming to a stop on her legs. He grips her inner thighs, directing her motions and holding on tightly; his fingers press into her, leaving tufts of damp, musky fur poking out between them. He treats the eager young woman as little more than a living sex toy, a fertile receptacle for his hot, thick and potent cum. Pussy juice drips from his tight scrotum as she slams down onto his fat cock.

“Rrrr-fuck! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum! Nngh!”

“Mmmm-yeah! Ahh-fuck! Fucking do it! Do it, Daddy!” Whitney exclaims as she rocks her hips even harder, her large, paw-like feet bouncing and swaying as she reams her own pussy with the human’s girthy flesh.

“Oooooooohh-shit!”

“Ahh-yeah! Nngf! Do it! Nngf-nngh! Do it, daddy! Ahh-yeah! Fill me up!” Whitney cries out.

With each hard motion, with every sway of her hips, the teenager’s pink cunt swallows Tomas’ considerable member. His fat shaft disappears into her womanhood and his big, full balls gently bounce with the force of her movements. The young Voeldahn takes her lover all the way to the base of his throbbing cock. Zoey can see Tomas’ cleanly shaved scrotum tightening, his large testicles rising within. He’s about to blow. Zoey looks away from the screen, finding herself disheartened all over again.

Unable to look away for long, she turns her amber orbs toward the screen, focusing on his face. Tomas’ eyes roll back in his head before it leans back altogether, his head resting on the back of the couch as his mouth hangs open.

“Ahh-ahh-oooooohhfuuuuuck!” He exclaims, his body shifting with the teenager’s almost violent movements.

He’s never looked like that when they’ve had sex. Is Whitney a better lover than her?!

“Nngf-yeah! Let it out, Daddy! Ahh-ahh-hah! Come on! Give it to me!”

Whitney reaches down, between her legs, and very skillfully massages Tomas’ bouncing testicles with her clawed hands.

“Come on, Daddy! Cum for me! Nngf-nngf! I’m a fucking good girl, aren’t I, Daddy?!”

“Ooohhh-yes...” Tomas groans.

“Uh-huh! Nngf-yeah! Come on! Nngf-nngf! Let me have it ah-AAHHHH!” Whitney suddenly squeals.

Her sapphire eyes bulge as she struggles to gasp for air. It’s as if she was instantly frozen solid, but soon she begins to thaw. With a low, loud groan, her toes curl and her supple body contorts, pushing both her stretched out pussy and damp shoulders into her lover. Zoey knows exactly what’s happened. Whitney’s sentence was cut short as Tomas finally released his seed, flooding the eighteen-year-old’s little vagina as if it was his private semen receptacle. Zoey’s taken aback by the sight as the pair cum together. Once again, the young woman squirts, and this time the corner-cam can see it all.

“Uuuuuuhhhh-shit! NNNNNN-FUCK!” Tomas finally exclaims.

His body curls, rising up as his core muscles involuntarily tighten and press his chest against the visibly damp fur of Whitney’s sweaty back. He winces and his lips are curled into a snarl, almost as if he was in pain. Only his pleasured cries dispel those fears, though they quickly form new ones. His hands quickly grip onto Whitney’s broad hips, pushing down and holding her firmly against him. She couldn’t climb off of his penis even if she wanted to, but Whitney is more than happy to sit atop his lap, letting his eight-inch-cock spew it’s potent seed within her fertile loins. It floods her uterus and quickly makes its way toward her eggs.

As Whitney’s orgasm rocks her entire body like an earthquake, Zoey’s jealousy burns as she watches the teen convulsing, writhing with pleasure. Zoey watches on, and silently gulps as Whitney lovingly nuzzles his face, brushing his cheek with her snout as if she was a little kitten.

“Mmmm-you had so much cum, today, Daddy!” Whitney coos.

“Yeah, and you took it all, too! Aren’t you a good girl?” Tomas says with a very relieved sigh.

“Uh-huh! I’m a real good girl, Daddy! You really should’ve called me over here soon, though!”

“Yeah?” Tomas stretches out his arms along the backrest of his couch, while Whitney remains seated firmly atop his lap, his endowment ever reaming her tender womanhood.

“Uh-huh! Your big balls were so full, it must’ve been hard for you to walk with them like that. I never want my Daddy’s balls to be so full...” She speaks almost like a small child, a clawed hand cupping his large testicles, while the other strokes his face. She nuzzles his face with her light-colored snout and black, canine nose. “You know, I’ll always be willing to carry your cum for you, Daddy. You know I’ll happily keep it warm and safe for you, right?” She coos, gently patting her own belly with the hand that once groped his balls.

“Yeah, I know.”

“... Hey, Daddy?”

“Yeah?” A relaxing Tomas lifts his head.

“Now that I’ve been off the pill for a while...” Whitney begins, playfully rocking her hips with Tomas’ big cock still stuffed deep within her tight and tender pussy. “Do you think our baby will look like a fuzzy Jacob?!”

Whitney lets out the most innocent of giggles as she asks her perverse question to a visibly startled Tomas, before planting a big kiss on his cheek and nuzzling him in her consistently adoring manner. Zoey sits on her couch, stunned, disappointed, hurt, jealous and envious, all at the same time. This isn’t at all what she was expecting would happen. After kissing and snuggling, Tomas and Whitney lean to one side. He removes his manhood from her gaping pussy, revealing the extent to which he stretched out her loins. Huge wads of potent cum spill out of the young woman’s pussy, all while both the plant and corner cameras take excellent, HD shots.

They seem to pass out from their exhaustion, with Tomas spooning with Whitney, who seems to adore every bit of the human’s attention. She grips onto his glossy, sweaty forearms as if she were sinking into the ocean, and he was all that was holding her head above water. Rising to her paw-like feet and pacing the floor of her living room, Zoey routinely glances back at her laptop’s screen. Tomas and Whitney nap atop the damp and musky couch, holding each other so adorably. It makes her sick to her stomach.

Should she break up with Tomas over this? But she asked him to do this, though not in so many words. Either way, it was still her idea; it likely never would’ve happened otherwise. Besides, Tomas is the best man she’s ever had in her life, emotionally and sexually. He’s a wonderful companion, shares many of her interests, and he wants to enjoy a stable family life as much as she does. What else is there to do, though?! That’s when it occurs to her, a conversation she’d had with her friend, Sarina. The extremely progressive human has had many lovers, and lost most of them to her own incompetence, but a particular thing she’d said comes to mind.

“I was so worried about if he was finding better than me, and when I learned he’d plowed that big breasted bitch from the Harley shop, I was pissed.”

“So, what’d you do?!” An intrigued Zoey asked.

“I went with him to a party where I knew she’d be at, and I fucked him harder and better than she ever could, just so he’d know. I was claiming that dick for myself, and when she walked into the bathroom and saw me on the counter, squeezing his furry ass while he went at it! Damnit, sister, it was priceless! That look of defeat on her face!” Sarina laughed.

“Wow... But didn’t you break up?” Zoey cocked her head and raised a brow.

“Yeah, but he was my longest relationship. All of three months!”

With her mind made up, Zoey collects one of the cameras at random, wipes the drive and preps it for another session. She storms out of her house, marches across the street, uses her key to let herself in and wanders through the house, which still smells like sex. Making her way down the hall, she finds Tomas naked and lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He doesn’t look like a man who’s had a wonderful sexual conquest. Before he knows what’s happened, Zoey startles him by slamming his bedroom door shut.

“That was your idea, okay?! I tried to get her to talk, but you said to make her incriminate herself! Remember?!” He pleads, sitting up in bed as she storms up to him.

Without saying a word, she reaches out with a clawed hand and pushes him back against the bed. She sets the camera down on the nearby nightstand, making sure it aims diagonally, from beside the headboard and toward the footboard. Meanwhile, she kicks off her shoes and rips her blouse open with one hand, popping off most of the buttons. Tomas looks downright petrified as she shoves down her skirt and climbs atop the bed.

While the Voeldahn aren’t born with enhanced senses of smell, sight or hearing, many have enhanced traits. Equine Voeldahn have large, sturdier bodies and typically sport impressive genitals, canines are equally similar to their beastly counterparts and sport claws, while felines are much more akin to humans below the waist. Still, though, she bears naturally sharp claws and teeth, and it wouldn’t take much for her to grievously injure him. That, however, is not her plan. Shaking the mattress as she clambers up and over him, Tomas is unsure of what to do.

“Z?! W-what’re you doing?!” He finally chokes out.

“I didn’t tell you to fuck that little bitch. I’m reclaiming what’s mine.”

“Oh damn!”

Once again Zoey pushes him back, while reaching out with her other hand and quickly taking hold of his flaccid manhood. Even in this state it’s substantial. She always reminds herself how lucky she is when she feels him in her hands, mouth and loins. Leaning forward, she closes her amber eyes, opens wide and envelopes his bulbous head.

“Oooohhhh!” He moans.

Her feline nose, though only as strong as his, can still detect a hint of foreign juices at the base of his cock and around his balls. Was he not thorough enough in his shower, or are Whitney’s fluids just that potent? It only makes her more determined, and within moments she feels his manhood swelling up within her mouth. She gasps for air as she takes her mouth off of his phallus, and licks his flesh like a lollipop. Her eagerness and vigor are at their peak; she’s never worked so hard to please a man, to her recollection.

Once he’s thoroughly erect and ready for the real fun, Zoey climbs over him, throwing a toned leg over his pelvis and straddling her endowed, human lover. At first, she merely grinds her womanly flesh against the long and girthy underside of his manhood, teasing him and pleasuring her. It makes her drip with anticipation. Soon, however, it’s time to begin. She won’t let some tight little schoolgirl outdo her! Rising up from his lap, she reaches between her legs with one hand, while stabilizing herself with the other, her clawed hand resting atop his bare chest and her claws pushing into his soft, brown flesh.

She adjusts her position, squatting over him so that she may better accommodate his endowment. The visual stimulation as she prepares to impale herself on his manhood always brings the widest of smiles to her feline snout. After only a brief moment of hesitation, to squeeze her pelvic muscles as tightly as she can, she lowers herself down and pushes the bulbous head of his glistening, spit-drenched penis into her hungry loins.

“RRRRRR-FUCK!” She growls.

“Ooooohhhh-yeah...” He lets out a long, pleased sigh.

Zoey’s long, thick tail sways as she squats above her lover, making sure she can hold her muscles tightly so that they both feel absolutely everything. For as fat as Tomas’ cock is, this is quite the chore, and she won’t soon be able to hold out. Even so, he always fills her vaginal canal, stretching her to her limits, and he knows it. With her paw-like feet planted firmly atop the mattress, Zoey takes him down to his balls, stuffing her tight pussy full with his endowment.

Her amber orbs roll back in her head; the pleasure of being so thoroughly filled, of rubbing her g-spot with the bulbous head and girthy shaft of his manhood, is indescribable. Whitney certainly knew what she was doing! Glancing down at her lover, Zoey is elated by the look of sheer pleasure on his face. It’s identical to the look Whitney pulled out of him, and they’ve only just begun. It doesn’t take long before she’s bouncing and rocking and bucking her hips. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! The entire bedframe shakes as she works him, grunting and gritting her teeth as she snarls through her first orgasm. Zoey is also a ‘squirter’, or at least she is with Tomas.

“Oh god, Z! Nngf-nngf-nnnnfuuuck!” He grunts out.

“Nnnn-nngf-mmmm-yeah!”

“Fucking hell, baby!”

“Rrr-rrr-rrr! Shut up, Tommy! Nngf-nngf! You’re distracting me!” She snarls, giving his shoulders a squeeze and poking him with her sharp, ebony claws.

“Ahh-damn! But your pussy is so fucking good!”

A sinister smile spreads across Zoey’s lips as she turns her bright, amber eyes toward the camera on the nightstand. She feels a strange sense of peace and a perverse pride from knowing that she’s just as good at sex as Whitney is, if not better. Leaning forward and reaching out, she stretches out her athletic arms and grips tightly to the headboard. Her hands squeeze tightly, her claws pressing into the wood as she uses the leverage to pick up speed and force. The bedframe begins to squeak as she really works her lover, shaking not just the mattress but the entire bedframe.

“Nngf-nngf! Rrrrr-shit, baby! Are you trying to break me?!”

“Mmmm-fuck! Shut up, Tommy! Ahh-yeah! Mmmm-you feel so good!”

Her perfect, furry ass and thighs slap against his big balls and upper legs as she shakes the whole bed. Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap! She growls as she rides, rocking her hips and slamming her taut cunt down, her nether lips swallowing up Tomas’ big dick. Her impressive, E-cup breasts bounce and sway in his face, even bumping his cheeks. For a moment, she worries about smothering him, but she pushes this thought aside, right around the time he grabs onto her breasts to fondle, lick and suck on them.

Over and over, she takes his hung member into her little hole, feeling his big balls pressing into her ass and then the base of her tail as she rocks her hips. She’s never been so dominant, or fucked anyone quite like this, and she loves it. Tomas is hers, and never again will Zoey allow some other pussy to pleasure the penis that rightfully belongs to her.

“Nngf-nngf-mmmm-yeah... You’ve had two pussies tonight...”

“Uh-huh.” He groans out, still fondling her furry breasts and sucking on the dark flesh of her nipples.

“Which pussy is better, Tommy? Nngf-nngf. Who do you like fucking more?”

“Ahh-yeah... You know who’s better, baby.”

“Nngf-mmmm... Say it.” She rocks even harder. “Fucking say it, Tommy!”

“Your pussy’s better, baby. Ooohhh-shit! Your pussy’s so much better! Rrrrr-fuck!”

“Ahh-yeah! That’s right! My pussy’s better! Nngf-nngf-aahhh! My pussy is the best! Ahh-hah! Now prove it! Mmmm-yeah! Let it out, Tommy! Cum in my little pussy!” She squeals as she violently bucks her hips.

For the first time since they’ve begun, she shifts her legs and rests on her hands and knees, leaving Tommy to lie beneath her. He wraps his arms around her waist, plants his feet firmly atop the mattress, which is now soaked in their sweat and covered with the black furs she’s shed, and begins to ram his manhood into and out of her tight, quivering pussy. In and out, over and over, thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap. Tomas’ balls slap her anus and make her shiver. He thrusts more than half of his penis into and out of her at once, and soon she can no longer stand it.

With her knees buckling and her arms shaking, growing weak from the pleasure, she falls back and sits atop his lap. It’s not that she wishes to; she’s simply too worn out to remain above him. Tommy, however, knows exactly what to do. As Zoey falls limp over her boyfriend, he holds firmly to her hips and thrusts his phallus balls deep, sheathing every last millimeter of his manhood inside of her. With her body limp and her head resting on the pillow, she stares into the camera’s lens as he continues to work. Plop, plop, plop, plop, plop. Short, slow but firm thrusts quickly bring her to the edge. As her womanhood clamps down onto him, crushing him like a hot, wet, velvety vice, Tommy can no longer hold out.

“Ahh-AHH-AHHHGHAAAHHD!” She squeals, wincing as she squirts all over his cock and balls.

“RRRRRR-FUUUCK!” He growls.

Shoving his member as far into her loins as he can, his arms wrap around her waist again as he finally lets go. Tommy blows his load, or what’s left of it, flooding Zoey’s fertile pussy with every last drop of cum that he didn’t give to Whitney only a few hours earlier. While it’s not as much as he normally gives her, and she can tell, it still flows past her cervix, floods her uterus and races toward her eggs. The feeling of his hot, powerful jets of cum flowing into her is enough to make her already impressive climax begin all over again; she enjoys a multiple orgasm, something that only Tommy has ever been able to give her.

Unable to resist, Zoey lifts herself up with shaking arms and turns her head, looking down at her lover’s face. His eyes are barely open and rolled back in his head. He looks as though he’s in heaven, and Zoey’s confidence soars.

“Oooohhh-fuck, baby! Hhff-hhff! God damn, Z!” He pants for air.

“Can anyone else fuck you like I can?” Zoey asks in a stern but simultaneously sweet tone.

“Hell no, baby. You’re the best.” He says, lovingly petting the soft, damp, black fur of her back.

“Yeah, and you’re all mine.” She coos, nuzzling his face and running her fingers through his hair as she lay atop him.

After a while, the lovers finally separate their genitals and fall back limply atop the bed. They both turn onto their sides and wriggle their way into each other’s arms. Zoey holds onto Tomas, who holds her back, their legs entwined. While it seems like it would be awkward, they both find the position strangely comfortable, lying on their sides and facing each other. Perhaps it’s Zoey’s considerably height?

“This whole house is going to smell like hot pussy.” Zoey suddenly remarks.

“I can live with that!” He chirps.

“Get some air fresheners or scented candles.” Zoey sternly replies as she nuzzles her lover’s face.

“Sure. Are you staying here, tonight?”

“Yeah. I’m going to fuck you in the morning, then wash up and go straight to jail to visit Jacob.” She casually replies, lovingly kissing him.

“Whatever you say, babe.” He chuckles, giving her plump ass a good smack and a squeeze.

“Careful, stud. I’m a little sore.” She giggles.

After a short moment of cuddling with each other, the pair fall fast asleep, and Zoey awakens to Tomas watching her, a little smile plastered on his handsome face. She stretches and yawns as she sits up in bed, her bare breasts gently jiggling. As she promised, she pushes him down and enjoys him, but this time Tomas is prepared and quickly takes over. He soon tires of having her ride him, and rolls her over, placing her on her back and using her in the manner he prefers. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Recalling the other night, and how much she enjoyed being filled, he hooks his arms beneath her knees and curls her body; keeping her curled up, her pussy faces at an upward angle. In this position, he gives her every last millimeter of his endowment, and Zoey can hardly stand it. After several orgasms and taking whatever was left of Tomas’ hot, gooey cum, she stumbled into the bathroom to shower while Tomas cooked her breakfast. However, she cannot stay. She has work to do, and a last-minute appointment to visit Jacob, and she still needs to edit the video of Whitney and Tomas.

After freshening up, Zoey snacks on toast and a strip of bacon as she works on her laptop, hastily editing the video before having her coffee as she drives to the jail. Upon meeting her client, the young human, now seventeen, appears with a black eye and a split lip.

“What happened to you?!” She asks.

“A birthday present from the guys in my block...” Jacob murmurs. “Are you getting me out of this shithole, or what?!”

“I told you how that went. Your father tried to post your bail, but had difficulties...”

“Fucking figures.” He grumbles, crossing his arms as he sits down in the chair at the table.

“There is another way out of here.” She reminds him.

“No! We talked about that!” He sternly replies.

“Jacob...”

“Hell no! Would you turn on your man?! I have standards, lady.”

“... Is this where you want to be, Jacob?!” She suddenly snaps. “Sitting in a Wayne County jail, soon-to-be prison, hanging out with all your buddies from 8 Mile?! Because if you don’t save yourself, this is it for the foreseeable future!”

Jacob turns his head away and stares at the wall. Zoey takes a moment to look at her client. She can see his father in his features, but also in his demeanor. Jacob has all the traits of an alpha male, but the difference is that Tomas has twice the experience as his son. Jacob refuses to listen, even as Zoey makes a more heartfelt plea. Soon, she’s left with no choice. Taking out a small, cheap tablet and stand, she presents the device to Jacob. His arms fall to his sides as he looks simultaneously intrigued and afraid.

“What’s that?” He finally asks.

“Proof.” She says while swiping the screen and selecting a video file.

“Proof of what?”

“That you’re making a serious mistake.” She replies, pressing play.

Jacob stares in shock and horror, his jaw hanging open and his hands shaking. His eyes are fixated upon the mildly edited, hidden-camera video footage of his own father as he has sex with Whitney, Jacob’s own girlfriend.

“That fucking bastard...” Jacob whimpers.

“She looks like she’s into it, doesn’t she?” Zoey points a claw toward Whitney.

Jacob’s eyes shift as he watches as his girlfriend so vigorously rides his father’s endowed penis. This is what’s been going on while he’s been in jail for almost two months?! While he’s been fighting off gang members and street thugs, being beaten on his seventeenth birthday, Whitney and his own father have been having an affair?! He can hardly believe his eyes, but with his ears equally offended, he cannot deny the truth.

“Mmmm-you had so much cum, today, Daddy!” Whitney coos.

“Yeah, and you took it all, too! Aren’t you a good girl?” Tomas says with a very relieved sigh.

“Uh-huh! I’m a real good girl, Daddy! You really should’ve called me over here soon, though!”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh! Your big balls were so full, it must’ve been hard for you to walk with them like that. I never want my Daddy’s balls to be so full... You know, I’ll always be willing to carry your cum for you, Daddy. You know I’ll happily keep it warm and safe for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“... Hey, Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

“Now that I’ve been off the pill for a while... Do you think our baby will look like a fuzzy Jacob?!”

“Turn that fucking shit off!” A sobbing Jacob yells.

Zoey is quick to comply. In truth, she also struggled to listen to Whitney’s awful insults of her own boyfriend, almost as much as she struggled to watch her Tommy enjoying the tight, hot pussy of the skanky young woman, and she was forced to endure it twice. Only the previous night and following morning, where she reclaimed Tomas for herself, did anything to ease the pain of what she’d witnessed, and even then, it wasn’t quite enough. They both will have some healing to do.

After staring at the frozen screen of the tablet, an image of his girlfriend sitting atop his father’s lap, taking in his manhood, Jacob snarls, slams a palm atop the device and swings his arm. Heaving it across the room, it breaks on the white painted, cinder block wall. Zoey doesn’t even flinch. She expected as much, and struggled to prevent herself from doing the same to her laptop the night before.

“I want to see the detectives...”

“Does that mean...?” Zoey waits for a response.

With tears streaming down his face, Jacob slowly lifts his head. With the angriest of glares, he grits his teeth, his balled fists shaking.

“Get whoever I’m supposed to talk to in here... I’m making a new statement.”

Later that night, after being processed out, Jacob rides with Zoey as she takes him home. Tomas wanted to pick up his son, but the mere thought drove Jacob insane with rage. Reaching the house, Tomas stands on the porch. He looks to his son, unsure of what to expect. When Jacob’s scowl seems to fade, Tomas opens his arms, but Jacob brushes past him without so much as a ‘hello’. The father turns toward Zoey, a worried look on his face.

“How much did he see?”

“All of it... He watched the whole thing.” She softly replies.

“Oh no...”

Dashing inside, Tomas finds his son packing a bag.

“Jacob, I-”

“How fucking dare you!” Jacob whirls around, pointing a finger in his father’s face. “What the fuck is the matter with you?! Do you have any idea what you did to me?! I knew she was a bit of a wild card, but I never expected this to happen! You should be fucking ashamed!”

The pair stare at each other in silence, and Tomas struggles to come up with something to say. Anything would be better than the deafening silence.

“Son, I-”

“What?! You what?! What’s your excuse, dad?! How are you going to justify this?!”

“... I can’t.”

“Right! You can justify shutting me out when mom died, you can’t justify three years of being a recluse and nearly losing the business, you can’t justify leaving me in jail, and you sure as shit can’t justify fucking my girlfriend, on video, while I was being beaten up and tormented in jail!!!”

Taking his bag and slinging it over a shoulder, Jacob storms past his father, only to stop in his tracks when he sees Zoey in the doorway. With a little snarl and a dead stare, he waits for her to remove herself from his path.

“Where are you going to go?” Tomas quietly asks.

“To my buddy Mark’s house. He’s the only one I can trust right now...” Jacob replies, looking over his shoulder and glaring at his father.

“I’ll give you a ride. You shouldn’t be walking this late at night.” Zoey speaks up.

“Thanks...” Jacob replies in a guttural voice.

Returning to her car, Zoey looks back at Tomas as he stands on his porch. For as confident and strong as he is, he looks rather pitiful as his son rejects and abandons him. Using her GPS app and driving Jacob across town, the pair sit in relative silence. Eventually, Zoey decides that she should try to do something, anything, to put out the burning bridge that is Tomas’ and Jacob’s relationship.

“Listen, Jacob, I think you-”

“Save it.” He swiftly cuts her off. “I don’t need any lessons...”

“He didn’t mean to hurt you...”

“Oh, so this was just some grand, perverse conspiracy to get me to turn on my shitty girlfriend?! Hearing her confess would’ve hurt, but seeing it all on tape?! I know you helped him. Don’t think I’m stupid because I’m young. I smelled his cheap body wash on you when you came to the jail this morning, and I know you live across the street. Whatever you and my dad have going on-"

“Jacob...”

“No, listen. Whatever it is, I don’t care, but what he did, what I saw on that tablet? ... There’s no fixing that.”

Zoey is at a loss for words. Dropping Jacob off at his friend’s house, she swiftly returns to Tomas. That night she spends with Tomas, comforting her man. Unsurprisingly, Whitney continuously tries to contact him. He never answers, but in a text message, she reveals that she’s already learned of the warrant out for her arrest, and that the police searched her mother’s house while she was away. Strangely, the eighteen-year-old fugitive forgives Tomas, should he be in any way involved in her legal troubles, before proclaiming her continual efforts to evade capture.

However, she cannot run forever, and within a month of Jacob’s release, Whitney is arrested. Along with her previous narcotics charges, the police found a stolen handgun in her bedroom, and felony quantities of various narcotics stashed throughout her mother’s home and her old Toyota. Jacob agreed to testify against her, and as a result, all of his initial charges were dropped. Having learned of Zoey’s and Tomas’ relationship, Jacob made only one request of his lawyer. Unable to come to terms with the pain his father caused him, he demanded he be legally emancipated.

Zoey reluctantly agreed, despite the pain it caused Tomas, and handled Jacob’s case pro bono. Several months later, Tomas proposed marriage to Zoey, who’s pregnant with his child. Jacob did not attend the wedding of his father to the now six months pregnant Zoey, a further blow to Tomas. Zoey, however, expected as much. Meanwhile, in a low-security jail, alongside other low-risk women, a very pregnant Whitney sits at the library and types in the web address she’d received in a cryptic letter from a mysterious writer who addressed themselves only as ‘Z’.

As soon as the page loads, the six months pregnant, teenaged wolf Voeldahn finds herself watching a video on a private url sharing website. The title is “Reclaiming what’s mine” and the time stamp is barely an hour after she’d last seen Tomas, on the night he impregnated her. Holding him down and straddling his manhood is a powerful looking and large breasted Voeldahn, with the appearance of a black panther.

“Nngf-nngf-mmmm-yeah... You’ve had two pussies tonight...”

“Uh-huh.” He groans.

“Which pussy is better? Nngf-nngf. Who do you like fucking more?”

“Ahh-yeah... You know who’s better, baby.”

“Nngf-mmmm... Say it.” The panther Voeldahn rocks her hips even harder.

“Your pussy’s better, baby. Ooohhh-shit! Your pussy’s so much better! Rrrrr-fuck!” Tomas proclaims.

“Ahh-yeah! That’s right! My pussy’s better! Nngf-nngf-aahhh! Now prove it! Mmmm-yeah! Let it out, Tommy! Cum in my little pussy!” She squeals as she violently bucks her hips.

As Whitney watches the video, she can feel the inadequacy flowing in...

“Oooohhh-fuck, baby! Hhff-hhff! God damn, Z!” Tomas pants for air.

“Can anyone else fuck you like I can?”

“Hell no, baby. You’re the best.” He says, lovingly petting the soft, damp, black fur of her back.

“Yeah, and you’re all mine.” The strange woman coos, nuzzling his face and running her fingers through his hair as she lay atop him.

“Oh, Daddy...” A heartbroken Whitney whimpers.