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“Text them again!"

“I don't see how that's going to help, Mira"

“Maybe they didn't hear it."

“I'll try someone else. Suggestions?"

“[i]Anyone.[/i]"

Mira had Mahiri by the shoulders, casting a wild-eyed stare directly into her twin's own. Amethyst met emerald while the two cats exchanged trembling rumbles. Of course they were synced up. The two of them were united in their agony while they endured one of those most potent, crippling heats either of them had ever felt. They were dripping wet, aching, clenching up tight on nothing in particular. Their claws were out, their fangs were bared, and every moment that went on without anyone answering their damn phone was one more they couldn't bear.

“Mahiri, I think we're gonna die." Mira flopped back on the bed, all stretched out, pussy putting off steam as she leaked an excess of inviting juices.

“Someone will answer. Who could possibly resist?"

“Unless this is about the last time."

“We weren't [i]that[/i] bad."

“Weren't we?"

Propping herself up on her elbows, the pantheress cast a look to her lighter-coloured sister. It was a silent snarl of desperation at first, followed by a teasing smile.

“Oh, we were pretty bad. Maybe you don't remember. You were pretty caught up in it. We still owe them a bed, speaking of."

“Look." Mahiri chuckled. “Ever since the change, I've been so [i]needy.[/i]"

“As if you weren't before." Up the pantheress sprung, with speed unbecoming of her chubby frame. She crawled towards her twin and put an arm around her. They were close enough to squish their breasts together, sharing in the hot air they were both panting in their rising desperation. “I remember how much you mewled for me when I sat on you."

“Mm, Mira, what if someone ..." Mahiri began, but she quickly realized she didn't care.

“Mmhmm, I thought so."

The black cat pushed into her twin until she had Mahiri pinned. There she sat, holding the leopard's arms down. She didn't have to force her sister to do anything. It all came naturally. They were both dripping wet, and they fell into grinding on each other's thighs without a second thought. Streaking their fur slick and flat, matted with lust, they kept grinding until their rumbles were overtaken by their moans. Both of them went in for a kiss at the same time, as if sharing one mind. They made out with an exchange of tongues, back and forth, until they found a position nestled together, Mahiri's thighs around Mahiri's hips, pussies pressed together to make for just as deep and wet a kiss as the one they were sharing above.

Slowly rolling their hips into each other meant their slobbery smooch muffled their [i]mrawls[/i]. They clutched and even clawed each other, not to mention Mahiri's bed. Grinding slowly, firmly just made them wetter and wetter. Maybe they could have kept going, kept rubbing until they both came, but it wasn't going to be enough. There was a feral look in each of their eyes the more they pleasured themselves with each other. Mira eventually let up, wrenching herself back from the kiss, drooling and growling in equal measure.

“Mahiri ..."

“Mm ..." The leopard wasn't in the kind of state to respond coherently.

“I can't just rub this one away. I need [i]cock[/i]. Where's your necklace?"

Mahiri perked up at that. She quirked her head at her twin.

“I'm not sure if I should right now ... who knows the kind of rut I'd go into. And with you in heat ..."

The panther's slitted pupils dilated suddenly. Instead of pouncing, she said just one word.

“[i]Mahiri.[/i]"

“Okay, yeah. When you put it that way.."

The leopard didn't have to search for it. Whenever she needed it, it came to her. She reached out her hand and she had it. Putting it around her neck, that five-pointed star that had been a gift from the one who'd made it all possible from the start, the one who'd given her those giant tits and other such desirable features, she hesitated only a moment. One squeeze, clutching tight so the points dug into her hand a little bit, just enough to hurt for a moment. That was all it took. In a moment, she was transformed, letting that little trace of corruption flow through her and change her plump, puffy pussy with an immediately stiff, pulsing black cock.

It pushed free of its sheath until it was full and taut, foreskin drawing back from the pressure. Mira was upon it in a moment, ravenous for its taste. She stuck her tongue right in, tucked behind the thick skin, lapping around the tip to soak her palate in the musk of what she needed. Mahiri groaned, falling back, head hitting the pillow while she endured that tingly tongue stimulating her so very deeply. She was leaking every bit as she had been before the transformation. A whole stream of precum was ready for Mira to lap up. That heat had turned into a lip-curling, muscle-tensing, puffing, heaving [i]rut[/i] that thumped through the whole monolith of her uncut cock, and she wasn't in any sort of state to make smart, restrained decisions. Especially when Mira was giving her [i]that[/i] look.

The black cat, with her striking purple eyes amid her dark fur and hair, was an expert of the highest order when it came to the blowjob gaze. She could melt a thousand hearts with that fond look she gave with her twin's cock between her lips. Going down on Mahiri all the way to the very base in a single slurp, she simply held it there, eyes glimmering up at the leopardess before she sucked. Even as she was slowly bobbing back up, suckling, draining all precum out of that dick until she had enough to give a nice, deep gulp, she never broke eye contact. Mahiri couldn't help but think about how good it would have felt to just let go, to drain her nuts in her sister's mouth and watch all her cum pouring down down the black chin and tits on display.

Instead, the pantheress withdrew after only a handful of long, slow sucks. Her lips were soaking wet by the time she was finished, and licking them didn't do her much good. Mahiri was left twitching and biting her lip just to keep from blowing her load in Mira's face. She wasn't exactly in the mood to fuck all night without cumming. It was more a question just how [i]many[/i] times she could cum when she was worked up like that. She was ready to blow, leaking, thumping, precum sliding down her shaft until it pooled right in the middle of her flexing nuts, hands straying towards her dick simply out of instinct, desperate to finish herself off if Mira wasn't going to do it for her.

That wasn't going to be necessary. The pantheress climbed on top of her again.

“Another ride, just like old times?" She gave an ultra-sultry purr, swaying from side to side as she tucked her knees on either side of Mahiri's hips.

“Mmmgh," Mahiri said, and nothing else for several seconds. Going balls deep in her twin's pussy was the first, second, and third thing on her mind in the heat of the moment, but she was still coherent enough to think about what that would mean. “You [i]do[/i] realize ... ?"

“Yup." Mira didn't need her sibling to finish. “Just lie back. Relax. Or, I dunno, growl a bunch. Whatever you prefer while I drain your balls, sis."

That was Mahiri's cue to place her hands on the pantheress. Stroking her way down the black cat's back and hips alike, she eventually got to those cushy hips. Fondling Mira's butt as her sister settled down atop her cock kept her focused, kept her from whimpering out loud when she felt the first sleek gloss of soaking wet panther pussy slip across the tip of her shaft. Spreading those folds wide around her twitching shaft and sinking ever so smoothly into those drenched, humid, clenching confines of her own twin sister's sex was precisely the kind of pleasure that made her cum right that very second. Instead, she soaked it all in, stroking and squeezing the chubby cat on her cock, sharing in those mutual rumbles so potent the very windows of Mahiri's bedroom were rattling. She thought she'd installed the kind that were resistant to such things.

Then there was the slurping, suckling noise of wet cock meeting flooded pussy. Mira pushed down deeper and deeper, taking her twin an inch at a time, until she bottomed out with Mahiri's cock fully inside of her. That dick was big enough to show a bulge in the panther's belly, but that didn't stop her. That level of heat made her all sorts of malleable, stretching around that shaft even as she hugged up tight to grip and knead it without so much as a single bounce. They were completely bare, completely, unprotected, and Mahiri had a fat load welling up inside her that was pointed straight at her twin sister's womb.

Mira wiggled, shifting back and forth just to get herself comfortable on all that cock. She gave the look again. It was only slightly less sultry without a dick in her mouth. Leaning forth, putting her hands on Mahiri's shoulders, she laid her breasts on her twin's own and offered a kiss before she really started moving. One roll of her hips sent a twitch through both their bodies. Mira pulled back just to writhe on Mahiri's dick for a few seconds, groping herself, squeezing her tits hard. After that, she stretched her arms up and behind her head, showing off all her softness so Mahiri could watch her jiggling once the ride really began.

The generous bounce of breasts and belly just made the [i]schlick[/i] of Mira's sex feel all the better. She swayed, she rolled, and of course she rumbled, all throughout the show of riding that cock with all the grace and elegance of a feline. At least until she really got going. Her rumbles were more like growls the faster she rode that cock, driving it deeply into her, smacking down on Mahiri's hips a little harder every time. She lunged forward again, bracing herself, and the two leopards exchanged their full-throated snarls, teeth flashing inches from each other's faces, eyes blazing with the furious lust of two big cats.

Mahiri bucked back into her sister just to make those thrusts slap all the harder. Maybe there was affection behind the roars and gnashing teeth, but it was all ferocity from the outside. They fucked and slammed, shaking with need. Mira kept Mahiri deep inside her, giving absolutely no room to pull out. She wanted her twin balls deep in her heated pussy, no matter the consequences. As she was trembling, twitching, contracting tight around every single inch of Mahiri's hard black cock, she found her voice amid the feral noise to whisper something truly sinful.

“Breed with me. Let's do something naughty ... just because we shouldn't."

There was no chance to ask if she was sure. Mahiri listened to those forbidden words with perked ears, and she lost all control. Arching her back into a fiercely snarling, drooling, spitting orgasm, she pressed as deeply into Mira as she could so she could shoot her seed right into her twin's womb. The pantheress clutched her with her thighs and pussy alike, milking, squeezing, locking her sister in place, draining all her cum, just like she said she would. They fell from their bellows and gruff roars to something screechier in their moments of climax. Writhing, holding, and eventually kissing it out, they fucked each other dry, until Mahiri's nuts finally stopped clenching out what felt like gallons of seed, and Mira's soft tum taut with all the spunk pumped directly into her fertile womb. Then they were back to mutually rumbling, like a chorus.

“I felt it," she said between smooches. “I felt it take."

“Good," Mahiri's words were mostly a purr. “How does it feel now?"

That was when Mira perked up, energy renewed. She was still panting, but she could offer a grin between puffs. “Getting pregnant with my sister? Just one regret."

“What's that?"

Down she came again, playfully lunging, biting at the air. “That I can't do it [i]again[/i]. I'm still so [i]horny[/i], ugh!"

This time it was Mahiri's turn for the look. She tipped her head, flashed her teeth, and directed a deep, penetrating look towards her twin.

“Who says we can't try? Let's see if I can give you twins. Or triplets. A whole litter, even."

Just considering that had Mira playing with her own tits again. She squeezed hard enough to make herself flinch. “Rrrrrrr, [i]fuck[/i] it. You're right. Let's make absolutely goddamn sure you get me as pregnant as possible. We're doing this."

Mahiri was about to ask how, but the panther was already positioning herself. Mira flipped over, arched herself, and stretched into a perfectly feline pose, presenting herself with her tail lifted high and her hips down low. It was impossible not to mount her. Mahiri would have sworn off a vow of chastity just to see that glistening sex offered to her with such recklessly lewd abandon. An inelegantly snorted growl escaped her as she sprawled her naked form over her twin's back and pressed her weight down firmly to the soft black cat beneath her.

Cats that they were, such a position wasn't complete without a firm mating bite. Mahiri nibbled along until she found the spot, and locked her jaws around Mira's scruff as tightly as she could without breaking the skin. It was exactly what Mira needed to turn her sultry rumbles into a more desperate, needy mewl. She didn't have to wait long to get exactly what she wanted, No matter how much she was already overflowing, the first touch of Mahiri's cock tip against her aching folds made her jolt and shove her rump back against her twin, too eager to ease into it.

Mahiri read that body language just fine. She didn't need to see Mira's face to know exactly what expression her sister was making. A lunge, a solid thrust, and she buried deep all over again, until she bottomed out with a solid slap of balls to thighs. There she held herself, grinding, biting, even clawing some. Mira was in no position to scratch back. She just had to soak up all that attention, all that affectionate aggression that came from setting off her twin like that. Mahiri let the rut flow through her and guide her every action, pressing her into a snarling, slamming haze that couldn't have been any gentler if she wanted it to.

Watching the panther jiggle was its own reward for all the exertion. Her ass cushioned the blows of Mahiri's hips so pleasantly, squishing under the force, holding an enduring wobble between each stroke. The twins were soon sweating together in blissful, steaming, musky incest, breeding the night away no matter how much of a mess they made. For every nibble on her neck Mahiri gave her, Mira clawed the sheets a little more as if in revenge. They huffed and [i]rowled[/i] when they weren't simply snarling to each other. Anyone listening in might have thought they were having some sort of argument if it wasn't for the constant slurps and plaps of ultra-sloppy twincest.

Mira could accept it for a while, simply soaking up all that lustful fury from her sister, but her heat was every bit as uncontrollable as Mahiri's rut. She arched her back even more in the process of raising her hips, getting higher just so she could get some leverage to slam right back into the leopard's every thrust. The result was a smacking, spanking, brutal pace that was sure to leave the both of them feeling it in the morning, but that didn't matter. Not when they were drooling with the need to breed, to mate like nothing more than beasts rather than the twin sisters they were.

At times, Mahiri almost wobbled backwards for the force of that ass pressing back on her. She compensated by slamming forth even harder, burying even deeper, squeezing yet more of her own cum out of the pantheress as if to make room. Digging her fangs even deeper into that scruff got a yowl and a buck of the panther's hips in response, leaving them both driving harder, faster. They panted and dripped together, muscles quaking with the effort, but they would have fucked forever if the allure of release, of that forbidden unprotected sibling sex wasn't so strong.

One more series of good, deep pounds was what it took to really send Mira over. She never was one for delicate approaches, and that night more than any she needed the harshness that Mahiri could offer. The leopard herself buried deep to feel the twitches start. They trembled up her shaft and through the walls of the pussy all wrapped around her alike, leaving her to spurt, to leak, and finally to erupt just as Mira herself started squirting. They heard it all come crashing down in a cascade of pure release. Ecstasy had them making all their most feral sounds, from chuff to thunder, screech to deeply bellowed rumbles as if from the depths of hell.

Their sinful act culminated in the pantheress getting nice and filled up with cum all over again. She moaned at the first shot, only for that sound to turn into something else. Surprise at first, then deeper into bliss she went when she felt her body glowing, when she swore she could feel that seed taking all over again. Perhaps it was just the satisfaction of fulfilling such a burning need, but she felt full and bred either way as the seconds passed and Mahiri's nuts simply would not stop pumping. The leopardess had so much to give, and Mira deserved every drop inside her womb, or as close as she could shoot it all.

They were still going through the motions even when there was nothing left to milk from Mahiri's nuts. A little more grinding, a little humping just to preserve the moment a little longer, and they finally relented. All at once, in the kind of sync reserved for twins like them, they transformed back into their normal selves. A slump, a sigh, and they allowed their animal side to stop possessing them. Mahiri slowly pulled out, barely able to take the stimulation, inching along with an extended [i]schlurp[/i]. When she finally popped free, both cats whimpered a moment and collected themselves in a bout of writhing that was all but mirrored.

“Okay I'm pretty sure I threw my back out at some point in the middle of that. Don't suppose you're still booking massages on the side these days, are you?"

Mira groaned, flopping over onto her belly so she could reach back and press her fingers into her lower back. Mahiri lay beside her, watching the scrunch and squish of her back skin rolling up atop her hips, It was enough to get her tail twitching again. Of course her eyes strayed to the rise of that truly gorgeous ass, all sleek, shiny, and sweaty. The smooth fur only made those curves of plump, round cheeks all the more enticing, until Mahiri felt herself going fully rigid all over again, no matter how well her drain had helped her drain her rut-swollen nuts.

“Not really. But I still know how to rub someone real good."

“Gooooood. Would you? I'll spoil you after."

Mahiri gave a fond chuckle. “As if you haven't already."

Those professional instincts took over. Mahiri ran her fingers down Mira's spine, using a bit of claw to give a pleasant scratch. When she reached the spot, she pressed two fingers in to knead and explore, until the pantheress gave a pained groan. The leopard just nodded sagely. She'd seen such cases before. Before she got too wrapped in it, she jumped up from the bed, inspired. If she was going to give a backrub, she was going to do it [i]right[/i]. She had a reputation to uphold.

“One sec," she said, shuffling through a door, producing all kinds of clinking sounds.

Mira glanced over at her sister from where she rested her head on folded arms. “You keep your oils right by the bed? Just in case, hmm?"

“You never know when there might be a massage emergency."

It only took her a moment to pick the right one. Something that complimented Mira's naturally silky, scented fur to make her even shinier, even more fragrant was perfect for pouring all over the prone pantheress. Mahiri knelt beside Mira, uncorked the bottle, and turned it upside down. A little more mess didn't bother her. They'd already soaked the sheets together. Splashing that flowery oil over the nature-scented black cat even made Mira softly moan. It was so silky to the touch, and made her even smoother when Mahiri brushed her hands up and down her twin, from shoulders to hips, and over the mountain of fine ass too, leaving those cheeks wobbling even from a small touch.

The urge to just sprawl over top of all that soft panther and sniff her hair had Mahiri's cock steadily pulsing, even leaking a little extra lubrication to mix with all the massage oil. Yet she wasn't about to neglect such a need. Leaving her cock to idly throb, coated in pussy juices, glistening in the light, she instead leaned down to put some weight and pressure into Mira's shoulders, slowly working towards the problem area. Even up high, at the base of the panther's neck, there was plenty of tension to find. Mahiri couldn't help a little tsking.

“Are you spending hours bent over in the same position again? I know your art is important, but that's going to wreck you."

Mira took on a playful smirk, eyes closed where she relaxed and soaked it all in. “You're not my mom."

“Yeah. Our mom's our mom." Mahiri stuck her tongue out, knowing Mira couldn't see her.

Mira put on a faux-pompous tone, mocking herself. “Sometimes true art means discomfort. Such sacrifices are necessary."

“Mmhmm. My wrists know it well. Oh well. Don't worry about a thing, sis will fix you."

Mira's response was simply a deepened purr, which was a reward in itself when Mahiri was pressing her fingers so deeply into that soft body. The panther's jaws parted a little more the farther down Mahiri went, honing in on that especially sore spot. She couldn't help a small yowl when the leopard really started kneading into those taut, aching muscles. Mahiri didn't relent. She knew her sister needed that ache worked out. Rubbing with the full effort of her body, lunging and rolling back and forth with each motion, she turned those yowls into purrs once more when she felt the tension draining from Mira's body.

“Ohhhh, I felt it ... like something finally let go. Mmmmm ..."

She settled down again, resting on her arms, looking like she was ready for a nap. That left Mahiri with an oiled up, sweaty, satisfied sister in her grasp. She kept working at her task, skimming a little lower over the crest of that great, juicy backside. Kneading deeply into those cheeks demonstrated just how much squish they really had. It was enough to nearly swallow up Mahiri's hands entirely, gripping and groping that thickly padded panther assfat.

“God, you're so sweaty ... and you smell like trees."

“You love it." Mira gave a flirty look over her shoulder, slowly swaying her hips.

“Makes me just want to ..." Mahiri got a little closer, much to Mira's amusement.

“Want to what, hm?

There was no need to explain. Mahiri just went for it, dipping her head down, magnetically attracted to the centre of those perfect cushions. Her muzzle fit between them as if meant for that spot. She nuzzled. Then she kissed, once she found her lips pressed right up against that taut, sweat-slicked ring between Mira's cheeks. Mahiri wasn't ashamed to take a deep, musky huff either, really taking in that panther perspiration, letting it soak into her cheek fur along with the oil clinging to that gorgeous butt. Licking nice and deep got some rumbles from Mira's chest, and eventually a moan.

“Remember when I used to sit on your face all the time?" Mira said, her tone fondly reminiscing. “I bet your muzzle is still every bit as good a throne as ever even if you're a big hot ladycat now."

Mahiri just pressed in even deeper, hearing that. She stuck her tongue fully inside the pantheress, curled it, and started stroking on the inside until the black cat was rolling her hips, humping the bed in time to the pleasure she was getting. All that movement just smothered the leopard even deeper in cushy panther ass, until Mira simply couldn't help herself. For as relaxed as she was, that tingly tongue slipping back and forth, warmly, wetly fucking her was putting her in a mood, one which Mahiri immediately understood.

The leopard kept her face right where it was, nestled under Mira's tail, even as she allowed herself to be eased back and pushed prone, sprawled out at the foot of the bed with a hefty rump coming down on her. Mira wasn't especially careful. She knew her own softness would cushion the blow of her coming down heavily on Mahiri's whole head, thumping that ass to the bed and making it wobble on impact. From there, she could really grind herself against that precious muzzle, and Mahiri simply took her sister by the hips to pull her closer, to get so immersed in thick, hot, sweaty panther rear that she looked for a moment like she was going to disappear inside.

Mira wasn't helping the matter. She was enjoying that tongue so much she simply had to press down with all her strength, wedging just a little of Mahiri's muzzle inside her tight hole, immersing her twin in sweaty, earthy scent. Mahiri huffed and swallowed when she wasn't just giving a good, wet tonguefuck, caring nothing for breathing anything but panther musk. Her cock was trembling as if before a goddess. It leaked so much she was shooting precum straight up into the air to splash down to her fur or the sheets. That only got worse when Mira casually reached forth with a mischievous chuckle to wrap her fingers around that rigid black shaft and give it the slowest, gentlest stroke she could.

Even that was enough to get her fingers drenched. Mahiri lost control of herself, humping madly into her twin's hand, gushing out enough precum to drench Mira down to the wrist. Her own yowls came muffled, but they revealed her teeth until she was simply gnawing on all that ass atop her. That didn't bother Mira. She kept grinding, bouncing, riding that muzzle like her personal toy until she'd teased Mahiri to the breaking point. That cock was so stiff between her fingers it was concerning.

Yet even desperately in need of release and air alike, Mahiri was still reluctant to abandon her role as personal throne for the pantheress. She clung to Mira's hips and stole a few last good licks over that hole to leave it nice and wet by the time the black cat was up and on all fours, giving Mahiri a good look at that ass slowly swaying back and forth along with a teasing swish of her tail. Mahiri remained dormant for a few moments longer, recovering her breath, then she went near feral.

Mira could only laugh at the sight of her twin leaping up with a snarl. She'd brought it on herself, really, and she had no regrets. Mahiri simply launched herself at that soft cat and pinned her down, weight fully atop her to feel that oiled up fur rubbing against her own. From there it was all growls, nipping and gnawing, along with some licking. Mira soaked it all in, gasping, moaning, sometimes growling back. She bumped her hips upwards to thump her butt against Mahiri just in case the leopard forgot what she was after, and that got Mira exactly what she wanted.

A desperately stiff, sex-slick leopard cock between her cheeks made Mira give a long, pleased rumble. It turned into more of a caterwauling when she got her hole stretched around that sleek dick. Despite the ferocity overtaking her, Mahiri still eased inside. It was only when she was balls-deep, thumping her nuts against that cushy backside that she truly lost herself in pleasure. Mira was so damn tight, so warm, so squishy all over for grabbing and groping. Fucking her fat ass felt was every single bit as good the hundredth or so time as the first.

Thrusting, thumping, bouncing that backside with the force of her thudding strokes that sent a jiggle all the way up through those cheeks, over those love handles, up to Mira's tits, Mahiri laid it all into her twin. She fucked like she was upset with Mira for being so damn hot, and it all just made the panther make more noise, and perspire all the more hotly. Mahiri licked and sniffed her sister when she wasn't just biting. Her hands never stopped moving, groping everywhere she could, pinching some chub, squeezing those tits hard, and it all came with some hard, bed-shaking [i]slams[/i] of her hips to plap that butt with all her rutting need.

Mira took it all in stride and demanded more, pushing back, raising her ass just to feel herself get slammed down to the bed again by Mahiri's furious thrusts. All that work to soothe her muscles and she was going to end up with some new bruises at that rate, but her soft cheeks cushioned the blow considerably. Mahiri herself was smacking that ass hard enough her nuts were nearly numb, but not so much that they couldn't clench up tighter and tighter, pumping and working up her next thick load. She was so deeply buried in that backside, there wasn't even a question of pulling out.

Yet for all the pleasure overtaking Mahiri herself, it was Mira who took the most from it. Her pussy was buried in the sheets, rubbing back and forth, but that wasn't what made her cum. Just the feeling of that cock driving between her cheeks and massaging her tight and tender hole was enough. She arched, clawed, and then snarled her way through a rapidly contracting anal orgasm so potent that it was probably physically impossible not to cum up her ass with her milking Mahiri's cock like that. A scruff-biting, sheet-shredding, plapping, pulsing climax rocked through the leopardess until she gave everything she had left.

A solid, wet [i]splurch[/i] of spunk erupting inside the pantheress was absurdly lewd, made all the more excessive by the very next rope hitting just as hard. Mahiri was absolutely draining her balls inside her twin, still bouncing, still fucking that ass deep and slow all throughout her finish. Mira gushed just as hard, soaking the sheets nicely in her juices when that orgasm spread to her pussy. She jolted and twitched, still milking, still massaging Mahiri's dick, pushing the leopard to keep cumming and cumming, then to dry-fire inside her to the very last throb.

Mira ended up with a pleasantly sloshing belly, curling her toes, squeezing the edge of the bed with her satisfaction. She gave a slow sigh when Mahiri finally stopped thrusting. The leopard's hips had been working on automatic the whole time, mindlessly waiting with that perfectly plump ass until she truly had nothing left. She left herself where she was, keeping her cock warm, still oddly stiff despite swearing she couldn't cum another drop. For another minute or two, anyway. If she wasn't in a rut, she would have been content to simply snuggle up with the probably pregnant pantheress and purr the night away together, but they both knew there was still more fun to have.

Only when she'd enjoyed Mira's warmth for long enough to be satisfied did Mahiri actually pull back. A smooth, slow slide until she popped out with a nice, wet sound made her twitch again. Just being near that big, soft twin of hers, squeezing her everywhere she was especially squishy, feeling that extra padding between her fingers, stroking through her silky hair and fur, breathing her scent - it all made Mahiri stiff again. It was everything she feared about shifting her shape in the middle of her heat. That rut still surged and arced through her, lightning in her veins, making her cock bulge with every throb. The need for release was as urgent as ever.

Mira took her time rolling over, splaying herself out with a satisfied smile on her face. Yet when she saw her sister there, kneeling above her, glistening cock on full display, she got [i]the look[/i] on her face. Mahiri gave another throb just seeing it. Those narrowed violet eyes, that bright tongue sliding along dark lips, it was utterly irresistible. She ended up losing her balance when the pantheress rose up to start her slow, seductive crawl towards her twin, rumbling all the way. The rapid swish of her tail said she was about to pounce, but instead she simply spoke some honey-sweet words.

“Look how wet it is. Let me spoil you a little. Give it a nice spit shine. Making my mouth water, showing it off like that. If we're going to be spending more time together, we have to treat each other [i]right[/i], you know. And I know you'll return the favour anytime."

That much was true. Mahiri was ready to dive in, to slurp and kiss and clean up the creamed mess she made of both Mira's holes. That could come later. There was still a slick coating of pure sex clinging to her cock, and the panther wanted it. She reached out, gave Mahiri a solid push on a tit, and urged her down flat on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Mahiri's attention wasn't up there for long, soon glancing down to watch the black cat going down on her, flashing those pretty eyes upwards the whole time. Mira was [i]so[/i] good with her patented blowjob gaze.

She was even better with her mouth. And her lips. And her tongue. She applied all the textures, from the soft to the rough, stimulating that slathered shaft until Mahiri was moaning for her in seconds. Mira moaned too, giving some hot, muffled groans of pure pleasure and adoration as she slowly, luxuriantly sucked her sister's cock. She took her time over every single inch, lapping at all the details. Dipping in under the leopard's foreskin to slurp around the cat's plump glans, touching all those tender places, tasting everything she could. Then she went up, gliding her textured tongue over the very tip of Mahiri's dick, along that leaking slit to soak up and swallow down every single drop she was producing.

Then she went for a dive. Mira gave a long, dreamy [i]hmmmmmmm[/i] all the way down that cock until she bottomed out with it snug in her throat. She didn't flinch. Making eye contact with Mahiri was as affectionate as it was boastful. Look how good she could swallow that dick. She kneaded it with her gulping muscles, working, guzzling precum that outright shot out of that trembling shaft. It was Mahiri's turn to grip the sheets, to show her teeth and snarl her way through the pleasure. A slow bob of her hips only complimented Mira's rhythm, making things a little sloppier, a little noisier with each slow, smooth delve into that pulsing throat.

Mira pressed her nose deep into the fur just above the base of Mahiri's cock. She took the time to sniff, even with that entire shaft inside her. Swallowing and massaging those inches with her gullet kept the leopardess squirming, humping, but never quite going all the way into facefucking when she was getting treated so well. Every time she felt the urge to move a little faster, she just took a sharp breath and sank deeper into the bed, letting the panther do that work between her thighs. Mira kept her pace stead, never escalating, but never slowing either, maintaining the pleasure, being ever so thorough, making sure no detail was spared her lips or tongue.

Mahiri closed her mouth to give a muffled gasp, a grunt that grew to a growl in her throat. Her legs started to twitch. She reached down, and simply rubbed through Mira's hair a few times, combing those messy locks, admiring her lovely twin. Mira closed her eyes to focus. She kept the rumbles going, letting them pass all through Mahiri's shaft, vibrating right down to her clenching balls. Every suck made those heavy cat nuts a little tighter, pulling up closer to her body, leaving the leopard herself huffing, gasping, and eventually mewling out a long, loving moan as she softly clutched the bobbing head sucking her to such a blissful finish.

Mira swallowed the first few shots in a state of utter concentration. She sent that silky spunk sliding down her throat in loud, deep gulps, and then slipped her way back up that still-cumming cock to let the rest splash over her face. Posing and purring as she got painted like a canvas herself, she wore that cum with pride until the last few shots poured over her bust. Just seeing how good it looked cumming all over Mira's tits got a few more throbs, a few more ropes from the leopard until she finally started to soften. Taking her fingers from within the panther's locks and draping an arm over her forehead, Mahiri panted her compliments.

“God. You're so good with your mouth. No one sucks like you. And I mean that sincerely. I think I'm really, truly spent. For now anyway."

“Mm-mmm."

“What?" Mahiri looked down at her sibling with a quizzical expression. “What do you mean mm-mmm?"

“No." Mira subtly smirked.

“No?"

“Nope. Not done."

For as placid as she often seemed, Mira still had that big cat [i]spring[/i] when she needed it. She went from down on her belly, arched up, bust dripping cum, to pouncing over the entirety of Mahiri. Even more impressive, she swiftly swivelled around to swing her hips and shove herself down right atop the leopard's muzzle once more. This time she planted herself pussy-first, giving Mahiri a good noseful of her own cum when she started mercilessly grinding. The leopard didn't do much to resist her other than to reach up and grasp her by the hips - a grip grew twice as tight when she felt the pantheress plunge down all the way to the base of her cock once more, throating it in a single lunge.

Mahiri's muffled [i]mrawls[/i] were barely audible over the vicious suckling that ensued. She cried out into the depths of the cunt pressed against her face when Mira started really driving down on that dick, facefucking herself on the stiff shaft without Mahiri even needing to thrust. The gratuitous [i]glurk glurk glurk[/i] of her guzzling down all the juices still clinging to it had the leopard fully stiff again. The panther wasn't stopping, wasn't giving her sister even a second longer to recover, and so the leopard was just going to have to show her that same level of ferocity right back.

She shoved her tongue inside. The contraction of Mira's muscles, the twitch and shudder that passed through the black cat's entire body only encouraged Mahiri to be even more ruthless. Curling and dragging back and forth, slurping from every possible angle, eating that soft cat out got her face sat on all the more firmly. Mira found a rhythm, bucking her hips down, jamming her pussy into Mahiri's muzzle as if to overtake it entirely, riding that tongue. Every time she gave one of those needy thrusts, she sucked down to the very base of the cock in her mouth, nosing those nuts, giving them a huff before she slipped back up to almost slide free, juices dripping from her lips.

Eventually she started humping Mahiri's face so firmly the bed squeaked beneath them both. Grinding on the leopard's tongue made her tight, made her wet in ways that Mahiri was struggling to keep up with. Even after she'd slurped the majority of her cum out of her twin, she found herself guzzling those juices, swallowing them down when her tongue simply got too saturated to continue licking. Mira didn't relent, in giving pleasure or taking it. She rode that muzzle, she sucked that cock, she kneaded and massaged Mahiri's thighs before just cupping those fat balls so she could smooch them nice and deep on every downstroke.

They rocked back and forth like they were going to end up tipping over the side of the bed, only to crash down flat with a thud of Mira's chin hitting Mahiri's belly, or a particularly succulent squelch of the leopard muzzle-fucking the pantheress and shoving her tongue somehow deeper and deeper inside with every plunge. They were soaking, drinking each other's essence, sweating, steaming. Their muffled rumbles built to growls, to snarls, then to [i]roars[/i]. Or at least, they made the most noise they possibly could together with their mouths so busy, buried in each other, wrapped up, clawing, gripping, shaking until they found their peak all at once, matching it to the very moment like the twins they were.

That mutual experience left the two of them gushing, left them gulping, holding onto each other not possessively, but simply to brace themselves all throughout their seemingly endless release. They rode those waves and drifted through dreams together, cumming until their bodies had absolutely nothing left to give. Mahiri ended up with her entire face slathered, and hair soaked with the juices she'd absorbed all throughout Mira's eruptive finish. Mira drooled the cream she couldn't finish swallowing, wearing it on her chin and chest, overflowing just before Mahiri finished for real.

A slow slide from atop that cock, pulling herself off Mahiri's muzzle in the process, and Mira finally just sprawled her sweaty self all over her sister. Their aggressive noises fell to their contented rumbles when they weren't just panting together, sometimes coughing, sometimes moaning in the afterglow. Neither of them moved much at all for a few minutes. It was only when Mahiri reached up to give a fond little pat on the black cat's butt that Mira began to crawl off of her twin. She trailed the juicy mess on her fur as she crawled towards the pillow at the head of the bed, Mahiri followed.

If they had any regrets, it was time for them to feel them. Reflecting on the sloppy scene they made out of the sex-scented bedroom, snuggling up, kissing, embracing, they didn't give a single hint of worry. Mahiri traced her fingers down Mira's sides, eventually giving her belly a little stroke. The panther rumbled a little louder at that. They both knew what she meant. And they were going to just lie there and make out about it, slowly, sleepily exchanging tongues, taking their own tastes back for themselves. A shower was probably in order before they drifted off. It was too early to sleep anyway. But they could remain right there, exchanging touches, squeezes, and kisses, basking in each other and the taboo of it all. Maybe it'd be their little secret. Maybe not. They could decide that later, when Mira really started to show.

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It wasn't like Mira to be the first one to wake up. Mahiri found herself roused from pleasant dreams by the warm sensation of glossy black lips gliding up and down her shaft. Of course the pantheress wasn't going to wait. She was hungrily suckling on most of that cock at once, barely holding back as she [i]schlurped[/i] and [i]schlucked[/i] as much as she liked, as much as she [i]needed[/i]. It wasn't a gentle way of waking her beloved twin. She was satisfying her urge to taste that dick and nothing could stop her.

When Mahiri fluttered her eyes open and green met purple, Mira barely missed a beat. Her way of saying good morning involved swiftly swivelling from her position to loop a leg over Mahiri's shoulder. The leopard barely got a groan in before she found herself smothered beneath that thick ass once more, with a pair of plump pussy lips blissfully planted directly on her muzzle. Her first waking breath of the day was one deeply infused with the pheromones of her silky twin, all while Mira never released that shaft from her lips for even a moment. She resumed as she was, going down even deeper, until her nose was smothered right between Mahiri's nuts.

There was nothing to do but to follow suit, and try to one-up Mira's shameless efforts. Mahiri dug in deep, pressing her tongue inside those still-slick folds. She could taste a little of herself, but mostly it was Mira's enduring need that tantalized her tongue. Slurping, savouring, and outright scooping up great mouthfuls of juices kept her satisfied and stiff, throbbing on Mira's own tongue. Tha pantheress knew well how to use its textures to get her twin twitching at the back of her throat, pumping out generous gobs of precum for her to swallow straight down. She probably would have kept sucking until they both came all over each other, grinding back against Mahiri's whole face at once, smearing her sister's fur with her juices, but something gave her pause.

Slipping slowly up, she popped off the dripping tip of Mahiri's cock without much ceremony. She did give it a little parting smooch, at least. Looking back at her smothered sibling, she gave a flick of her tail and finally spoke.

“Head's up."

“Hmmf?"

The muffled response was eventually enough to convince the pantheress to move from where she was, if only slightly. Mahiri gave her head a shake, blinking away the feline juices near her eyes. Her muzzle was a mess, dripping with Mira's lust, and her cock was thumping madly with the need for release, but she was curious what would make her sister stop so suddenly.

“What is it?"

“Mom's here."

Mahiri glanced around, and when she caught no glimpse of blue fur, she listened instead. She wasn't sure why she bothered. That tigress never made a sound, even when she wasn't trying to be sneaky. Old habits. She scrunched her face a little and shrugged.

“How can you tell?"

Mira swayed her hips a little, teasing, but she slowly crawled off the leopard in time to instead curl up beside her. She was still naked, still dripping, but she put the pleasure on pause at least.

“She's got that perfume on. Which means she wants us to know she's here."

Mahiri sniffed, then shrugged. “I can't smell it."

“Maybe if you left the house and spent some time in the forest your senses wouldn't be so dull, city cat." Mira stuck her tongue out, and then turned it into a lick on the cheek. Her teasing tone was gentle. “Anyway. I know you two fuck. You ever tell her about us?"

“Let's be honest, she knows already. We don't have to tell her anything." Mahiri shrugged. “I didn't know you knew ... “

Mira gave a little snort. “Does anyone in our family not fuck? Mazzy told you about that one time, right?"

“It didn't sound like just one."

Mira escalated to a little snicker. “I was just trying to ease into it for your sake."

“She can fuck whoever she wants. I don't own her. And the girl has [i]needs.[/i]"

“Mm." Mira put on a little smirk. “I thought so."

“I didn't say ..."

“Mmhm."

Mahiri blushed a little, though she wasn't sure why. She glanced at the bedroom door. There still hadn't been a sound, but she felt as if she might have sensed a familiar presence by that point. The tigress was near, probably listening in, wondering whens he was going to be invited inside. There was no sense debating what to do. They were not a family that kept secrets from each other. Mahiri finally raised her voice without moving from where she was, naked and stretched out with her sister, projecting the scent of sex. Her appearance was as much of an invitation as her words.

“Come on in!"

The door opened seemingly all on its own. Another old habit. The tigress never exposed herself to a room until she'd scouted it out from a safe spot. She slipped around the corner and through the doorway, silent as ever, eyes twinkling in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the cracks in the blackout curtain. One slow scan up and down the naked bodies of her offspring, and she brightened her stern features with a subtle but bright smile. In lieu of comment, she simply gave a short nod to express her approval.

Neither twin objected to her slipping into bed with the both of them. Mahiri found herself caught between two soft, warm felines, the centre of attention all of a sudden. Perhaps it was the steady throb of that cock that earned her such touching, such fond stroking up and down her arms and shoulders. The rumbling only grew more intense with the presence of the tigress. She offered her window-rattling prowess to the gathering, continuing on wordlessly until Mira leaned over to get as close to Mahiri's ear as she possibly could. What she had to whisper was of the utmost secrecy.

“You should get mom pregnant."

Despite Mira's covert efforts, Indi perked her ears at the suggestion. Maybe it was Mahiri's sudden wide-eyed expression that gave her away. The leopard glanced over at her striped mother. She might have got her species from her dad, but they still shared plenty of blood. For whatever reason, the thought of breeding with her felt all the more forbidden than knocking up her twin sister. Which was just the sort of thing to get her biting her lip with desire for as long as she was considering it.

“I can speak for myself, you know," Indi gently chastised her daughter.

The pantheress simply looked more mischievous than ever in response. “Ah, so she can! I thought you were doing the cool silent thing again. Which really works for you, I must say."

“Mm. So shall I cease my talking and simply give you meaningful looks the whole time?"

“I mean. Could be hot." Mira's teeth gleamed in the light. “Anyway. Speaking of looks. I know what that one means. You're better at hiding it than me, but you're [i]totally[/i] synced up with us, aren't you?"

Indira's eyes gave the briefest flash. Both her daughters saw it. She ran the tip of her tongue along her lower lip, gave a short chuff, and finally just nodded.

“You are correct. The years do not seem to have slowed me down in that regard. If anything, I feel more fertile than ever. An anomaly to be considered another day. When the ache is less."

She locked eyes with Mahiri. The leopard might have been able to meet that intense gaze if it wasn't for Mira distracting her, rubbing down her belly to wrap her fingers snugly around that needy cock. She gave a gasp, blinked a few times, and when she could focus her vision again she found herself beneath the tigress. Even knowing her mother as well as she did, she still had to be impressed that she didn't even feel the bed shift when the blue cat so swiftly moved to mount her daughter. That dress was gone too, as if evaporated. It was actually just on the floor.

It was far from an unfamiliar position for the two of them. Indira had always been a keen instructor on all ways to receive and provide pleasure with an intensely, aggressively needy woman. Though her daughter had the size advantage on her, she knew well how to pin Mahiri down, adding a lusty snarl as a reason for staying there. Mahiri didn't struggle. She let herself be overtaken by the blanket of stripes, reaching up to stroke up and down those curves, to grasp those hips. Breathing the scent of tigress heat made her mouth water as much as it made her cock tremble as if in awe before the goddess of the blue feline.

With a smooth motion, Indi descended. She locked her lips with Mahiri, jaws to jaws, exchanging nibbles of each other's tongues as much as they did licks. Her aim was just right to push her pussy against the spire of Mahiri's shaft, and in an instant the leopard understood the full extent of that need. That was the kind of heat that left the tigress clamping down on the first inch of cock she could get inside her, soaking it in concentrated lust, drenching every further inch of glossy shaft as she sank her way down. The trembles and the flexes all around Mahiri's dick were the kind of thing that would have left another cat yowling with desperation, but Indi remained steady and patient, ready to take things into her own hands. At least until the first real snarl escaped her.

That matched the moment she sank all the way down to the base of her daughter's dick, stuffing herself to the point of showing a slight bulge in her trim belly. Mira reached in just to stroke her fingers along the contours of that outline. It twitched all the more under her touch. She didn't have long to admire it before the tigress staked her claim, rising up so she could lunge forth all over again and slam the leopardess into the bed. Mahiri knew not to interfere while she got her hips hammered by that viciously eager older cat. She simply absorbed it all and held her mother by the hips, feeling that forbidden friction all wrapped around every inch of her cock once more.

Indi found her pace and locked it in without a moment's pause. Mira gave them plenty of room, sprawled out against the pillows, touching herself to the sight of her twin getting annihilated. Mahiri couldn't help her share of mewling, mrowling, and sometimes simply yelping while her mom rode her that hard. It was exactly as rough as it needed to be, driving down and shoving Mahiri inside to the hilt, leaving her to throb there for just a moment before she slurped back out. All she needed to do was throb for mommy tigress, sinking into a relaxed, blissful state of absolute submission. Even while she was getting milked by a raging big cat, she felt cared for in that special way that always got her rumbling.

The bed didn't seem to take it quite so happily, sagging and groaning under the constant slamminging, straining to hold together the longer Indira demonstrated what she could do. The heat even drove her to be something less than a total expert. Some of her strokes were sloppy, mistimed, losing her rhythm a little more with every rolling lunge of her deceptively powerful hips. The juices rolled down Mahiri's balls with every rising [i]schlick[/i], noisier by the thrust for all the mess they made together. She was showing her teeth right back, but she couldn't muster a snarl.

“God. Do you owe her money or something?" Mira teased, slipping her digits deeper to the sight.

Neither of them had any visible reaction to the panther's teasing in the middle of all that intensity. Indi never seemed to blink. Her violet eyes were focused solely on her daughter, while Mahiri struggled to keep looking back. She found herself drooling a little. Her body jiggled with the force being inflicted upon her, but she remained hard, buried deep, clutched those hips to pull her mom just a little closer. The tigress was so velvety, so warm, so snugly wrapped around every rigid inch that Mahiri couldn't keep her nuts from tightening and her juices leaking all the thicker, already edging close to the breeding release Indira craved. By the blazing heat and the constant [i]clench[/i] of pressure all around her cock, Mahiri knew the tigress was just as close as she was.

Mahiri raised her hands, considering a move she soon found was impossible in the heat of the moment. Instead she simply embraced her sex-crazed parent and found herself all wrapped up with those thighs squeezing around her hips, holding her in place, keeping her from so much as thrusting back. Indi controlled the pace and she made them finish precisely when she wanted to. A roar from the tigress and a mewl from the leopard announced their finish, sealing their taboo with a rush of cum and a steady squirt of juices from that tender, clenching cunt. The tigress kept her daughter pinned and held her all the way inside to milk every single drop she could get from those pumping, flexing balls. She was getting bred, no matter what.

What felt like a constant cumshot flooded Indi's womb all at once, and just kept filling her the longer she remained atop Mahiri. The leopard endured, steaming, panting, showing her endurance if not her dominance with every shot of seed. She watched the tiger's belly swell. It wasn't truly a confirmation that she just got that tigress pregnant, that she just bred with her own mom, but it felt like one. She let that trembling moment linger until the grip of thighs around her hips softened and the tiger's rage drained from her body. Then it was time for her own eyes to flash with that certain something, that feline intensity that she had most definitely inherited from her mother.

She never would have dared when she was younger, and less confident in her body. Something had awoken inside her in recent years to truly make her the leopardess she was always meant to be. When she lunged from beneath, even Indi found herself taken by surprise. She thrashed, she squirmed, she even growled, but when she ended up on her back, pinned by her daughter, sloshing with the leopard's seed, her expression changed. There was a subtle nod and a soft smile in place of her snarl, at least for a time. The rumbles rose once more when Mahiri pushed, shoved, and mounted her mom in a commanding mating press mere seconds after that big, satisfying release.

Even Mira found herself silenced. Mahiri heard the black cat part her lips as if to tease, but no words came out. The pantheress was content to stretch out and masturbate to the unexpected sight of her mother getting plowed into the bed by her once-shy daughter. Mahiri had come so far. Grown so much. She could make that tigress moan in ways Mira had never heard before with a mere few thrusts. Indira was writhing and rubbing her legs against the bed simply to cope with the pleasure being hammered right back into her by the leopard she'd so effortlessly pinned moments ago.

Mahiri knew at least to some extent her mom was still letting her win. It didn't matter. She was determined to [i]impress[/i] that tigress even if she couldn't get her pregnant again. Or maybe she could. Squeezing out a little more of that heavy load with every thrust, squelching and splattering in the sloppiest of seconds, she found herself alight with a whole new passion. She was going to knock that tigress up with twins. Triplets. Or who fucking knew how many. She wanted her mom to look absolutely swollen and gravid when she was done, and to keep looking that way for the months to come.

Mira contributed to the cacophony with her own [i]schlicks[/i] and moans, squirming where she was all stretched out, furiously getting off on the unexpected sight. Mahiri didn't let herself slow for anything. She looked into her mother's eyes and saw her own fondness reflected there. That was only more reason to pound, to fuck that tight tigress pussy faster, harder. She was a fury of motion and Indira soaked up every single thrust without complaint. Her body was far from fragile with age. She simply wrapped her thighs tighter and tighter around her daughter and squeezed, but never too tightly to keep Mahiri from moving.

The steady, plapping pace kept her balls spanking the tiger's ass with every swing. She worked herself in long, powerful plunges before shifting to rapid thrusts and back again. It wasn't the most elegant of lovemaking. The time for that could come later, when she was surrounded by pregnant cats. It was pure, brutal rutting. They were little more than the beasts of the past while they mated in the pool of juices they made together. The only thing that could briefly distract Mahiri from her task was the shaky cry from Mira's lips when the pantheress hit her orgasm just from watching it all unfold.

It was time to let her inner demon out. Mahiri let her thunder rise until it burst from her open, dripping jaws in a roar to shake the very street, as if to tell the whole neighbourhood she was deeply breeding her own mother. The tigress didn't snarl back, instead resting her hands on Mahiri's shoulders and squeezing, accepting every thrust of pure aggression pumping her soaked pussy. She tightened around that shaft and held the leopard inside her, kneading on that pulsing, bulging shaft, milking it no matter the consequences. The ache made her flex on Mahiri's cock until the leopard doused that heat in that surging, gushing load of pure cum all over again.

She remained there, palms pressed to Indi's shoulders, staring into the eyes she could barely meet moments ago. With her teeth flashing, she fucked her mother full of cum, until that womb was full and that belly was round. Stricken by a bolt of possessiveness, she moved swiftly to pull from those depths no matter how wonderfully they clenched for her. She wanted to sign her work and leave her scent all the more deeply tattooed into the tiger's fur. Cumming all over that swaying middle left her mark, as did all the ropes that followed to paint the rumbling tigress from creamed cunt to pregnant-looking belly to soft, warm breasts. Mahiri finished off with a streak of her seed splashing right over Indi's face.

The tigress blinked briefly, licked some of it away, and then let her body relax once more. The horny tension visibly drained from her muscles just as the aggression left Mahiri. She was just a kitty again, one who was content to collapse and pant against the cum-soaked tigress. That scent was only sinking deeper into Indi's skin, but she didn't bother to move. Mira joined the mess, pressing her pussy against Mahiri's thigh to sandwich the leopard in between two well-bred cats. She licked her sibling's cheek and squeezed a breast, but mostly she let Mahiri catch her breath.

“You're going to have your hands [i]so[/i] full once we start getting those pregnancy cravings. I bet we're gonna start getting new kinks once the hormones really start going crazy." Mira spoke just above a whisper, but for her mischievous chuckle.

The tigress broke her silence between licks of Mahiri's other cheek. “I think she is up to the task. She has learned things even I couldn't teach her."

“Oh I don't doubt it." Mira reached down to cup her twin's balls. “Any time I like, right? That seems fair after knocking me up like that."

“It seemed like a pretty mutual decision to me. Hmmmf ..."

Mahiri's breath caught in her throat at a particularly pleasant nut-squeeze. It didn't take long for Mira to start stroking that sex-slicked shaft. She brought her slathered fingers up to her lips after a few rubs and licked them off right in front of Mahiri's face. If her intent was to tease, she distracted herself with the taste. It left her kissing and licking her way down the leopard's body, swiping up a few mouthfuls of perspiration along the way down.

“Lemme get you cleaned up, at least. You and mom taste so good together ..."

Mira's voice grew breathy, and she began to lick and moan alike after a few smooches to those potent nuts. The tigress followed her in time, stroking her claws along Mahiri's side while the leopard simply stretched herself out fully, offering her body for worship by the two lovely, newly pregnant felines. She eventually reached down to run her fingers through their hair, gently. There was no need to get grabby or possessive when she'd already done so well to claim those cats licking her cock.

A pair of tongues working in unison like that quickly cleaned her shaft of any lingering juices, replacing them with a spit-shine that only left her dick all the glossier. It didn't exactly help her relax. A few more licks, and she was fully stiff again. That just meant she could savour all those kisses and slurps until she was dripping, throbbing just as hard as ever. Mira was the first to get her lips around the tip, pressing her tongue under the taut skin hugging the head to really swipe up some fine leopard flavour. She passed that dick over to her mother with the tip of her tongue when she'd thoroughy sampled.

Indi had a way of making eye contact when she went down on a cock that always made Mahiri want to cum on the spot. Instead, the leopard twitched and shivered, watching her mother suck all the way to the base and back without pause. Back and forth they went, exchanging those suckles and smooches, kneading and swallowing, spoiling that leopard. She eventually curled her fingers deeper into their hair, running her claws along their scalps, lightly bucking her hips to push between those lips and into their throats, one after another. Someone was going to get another load to swallow, and soon.

She wasn't sure whose tongue set her off. There was the touch of Mira's working around her tip, or the slow stroke of Indi's on her balls in the moment of climax. Pleasure flowed every bit as generously from all the spoiling. It was a mix of yowl and snarl that escaped her, an impressive rumble followed by a bit of a shriek before all fell to moans in the face of yet another orgasm. Everything left of her rut, she drained down Mira's throat, until Indi took over. A few spurts escaped over both their faces in the middle of the swap, only to keep pumping straight into the tiger's belly. Indi sucked a few times and slipped back up, leaving the tap leaking and spraying them both down in a thorough coating of Mahiri's potently musky spunk. A pair of plump panther tits and an ample tigress bosom were soon painted down with a splatter of leopard seed that started as a pattern, but soon blended into little more than a great big mess.

Leaving her twin and her mother dripping like that, Mahiri could only fondly admire them from where she gasped for air. It wasn't the exertion so much as it was the pleasure and the bliss of the moment that left her so breathless. That was fine. Her work was done, at least for a little while. It was only a matter of time before those cats found themselves craving that cock all over again. Mahiri allowed herself to slowly soften, still dripping, still heaving while she soaked up those cum-streaked cuddles. It meant getting plenty of it on her own fur, but it was more than worth it just to feel the nuzzles and smooches from two of her favourite people in all the world.

There was no need to worry how she was going to tell dad about it all. Knowing that sly panther, he was going to find the whole thing hot. He was probably going to want the details. For once, Mahiri thought to herself she might not write them down. That was one story she could keep to herself. Until the idea of sharing her sloppy, incestuous escapades with her audience got her too horny to resist, at least.