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This one is a perfect example of what kind of stories you can expect to find on my Patreon account. They're quite beefy, feature a plethora of characters in various circumstances, and the erotic parts are just DELICIOUS! In this particular story, Adeline, a virgin panther, visits a select establishment in order to learn how to handle her heat. Let's just say it ends up with hands-on type of practice rather than a drawn-out chatting session. Man, I SO love female anthro big cats x humans. There's something very hot about them, and it's not Adeline's heat :P

Female Psychology

Adeline shuffled after her escort, keeping a comfortable distance away from him. His voice captivated her, his scent drove her crazy, and his body—oh god, that well sculpted body of his! She moistened between the thighs from a mere glance at him.

He called the room they found themselves in a living room. Only, it was far too big to be a living room, garnished with decorations of any kind, littered with tables surrounded by all manner of chattering people. Some females sat alone, others in groups, and every single one was attended by a muscular human attendant who either smiled or laughed every time they spoke.

Adeline winced when a human's stray aquamarine gaze settled on her. She turned away from it, and she tucked her tail tight between her legs, her wetness painfully aware to her.

“This is too overwhelming. I don't think I can do this. I'm not prepared. I thought I'll be prepared, but I'm not," she whispered to herself, then said louder, “I can't go through with it, I'm sorry, I—“

Her breath hitched when her escort's head turned to regard her with an infuriatingly broad smile.

“It may seem so at first. Give it a few sessions, and you'll join the people at those tables," he said and pointed at a rowdy group of felines.

“I doubt that. That does not happen. Not to people like me," Adeline half said, half growled. She clenched her jaws to prevent a snarl of anxiety before it disturbed her persuasive companion and lowered her gaze to avoid his eyes. Too kind, too earnest. More than a virgin, ruffled panther like her deserved.

“That's what the sessions are for," he said as he turned left, towards a long corridor. “You paid up front, so the choice is yours."

“Hmm?" Adeline perked up, her emerald eyes wide as they bore into the human's playful ones.

“Any preferences?"

“Wh—what preferences?" Her tongue tangled in her mouth, and her escort slowed down, too much for comfort. Their bodies almost bumped into each other if Adeline didn't freeze in her tracks.

“What sort of therapist do you prefer? Blond, tall, muscular, spindly, chatty, less chatty—“

“The farthest door," she hissed. “Let's go there."

Away from that humongous crowd behind and the heavy chatter wafting through the corridor. It made her hackles bristle and her claws poke out of their sheaths.

“Yes, mistress," her escort said. “But, is it the door on the right or on the left?"

“You can—you can go. I'll handle it. Thanks for…" Words froze upon her stiff tongue when he smiled, and all she could do was pull back her paw away from that big hand of his and wave at him awkwardly.

“You're most welcome," his fading voice crept through his booted footfalls as he walked away from her.

“Yes, yes," Adeline whispered under her breath as she shuffled her paws. “Aren't you a sweet one."

He was. Unbelievably so. Money had the tendency to change people, humans the most, and Adeline supported their lavish lifestyle by simply being here. Humans also lacked the burden of instincts and had huge members compared to…

Adeline pressed her paws tight against her muzzle to suppress a yelp. She looked back to make sure her escort didn't hear her. Did she think that, or did she say it out loud? Hard to say, over the thundering beating of her heart. Every inch of her body shook, and sweat oozed from her paws. Her pads squelched against the bare marble, and she winced and twitched her tail at every step she took. She listened to this repulsive sound during the longest minute of her life.

It only stopped when she sat in front of an ornate redwood door, teeth clattering, ears and tail twitching with apprehension. She paid for it. A hefty sum, nevertheless. Yet she didn't get the door until another door opened behind her with that distinct click. She grabbed the doorknob, hurled the door open and lunged inside the room with a stride. Her slick paws skidded across the marble, and she fell forward with a yelp.

A warm surface met her. Strong, steady, drenched in cologne, and with bulged muscles covering its entire surface. Adeline practically hugged the man as she tried to regain her balance. She clawed at the floor, her toes spread, her claws out, yet in the end, his strong arms were the ones who straightened her up.

“Whoa, easy there," the human said. He staggered with the momentum, and his burly arms wrapped around her slender waist to keep her still. Adeline moaned at his firm touch, and her lips shivered with the strain to contain her snarl.

“You sure know how to make your entrance, lady panther."

She met his forest green eyes briefly before she planted her paws against him and pushed, hard enough for his arms to unravel. His eyebrows perked, and he took a step back. Good. His taut grip already sent tingles rushing across her spine and between her folds.

“I slipped, and almost fell. Judging by how slippery marble is, I wonder how many other felines such as me died because of it."

The human chuckled at her dark humor, his meaty lips twitching under his neatly trimmed mustache.

“You'd be the first, lady panther. Felines have these things called claws, especially when they walk around barefooted. Besides, your kind is renowned for its grace." His eyes settled on her paws, and Adeline curled her toes inwards under his inquisitive gaze.

“That's quite a headline," Adeline said. “Panther dead because of sweaty paw pads in conjuncture with glossy surface."

“That's why I caught you," he added. “To prevent such catastrophe from befalling our fine establishment."

“Nah, it wouldn't. It's my fault. My paws get wetter than my pussy when I'm excited for some reason that—“

Adeline's shoulders drooped as she growled faintly at the nonsense she blurted out. “Sorry, I didn't mean—I didn't mean any of it."

“I'm sure you didn't," he said while scratching the back of his head.

Adeline opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't. His alluring smile took away her breath, just as his bare torso stole her thoughts away. She tried her best to keep her gaze averted from his loins, but in the end, she couldn't prevent an accidental peek at his light grey boxers.

That's when she spotted his bulge. So big, she released a curt moan as her cunt shuddered with want.

“Ok, so I—I obviously chose you as my therapist by walking—stumbling in here. When do we start? She swallowed hard when her voice came out rough, and tilted her head. “What are you doing, half naked? Aren't therapists supposed to wear like...something?"

“Not after they just left the shower." He glanced sideways towards a half opened door. Steam leaked from it, along with the pleasant smell of manly odors.

“And what did you do in the shower?" The words slipped out of Adeline's mouth. She placed her hands over her mouth to muffle it, but it was too late. Her therapist already grinned.

“I took a shower," he said with that smooth, deep voice of his. “Why, what do you do in your shower?"

Adeline couldn't talk. She stared at the taut muscles of his chest, at his shapely arms, at his big, broad hands.

“Masturbate—I mean shower! I like to shower. I like it very much." Her growl became a soft mewl when his eyes settled on her.

“That's good. Honesty, I mean. Not masturbating. That's good too, but what I mean is..." he trailed off, laughing at his own stutter.

Adeline joined him in his mirth, whimpering rather than laughing.

“I'm sorry," he finally said. He cupped his face in his palms, groaned, and favored her a smile. “I meant that honesty is good. It helps with the therapy, with what we're doing here."

“Good," Adeline agreed. “That's good."

“Yep. Very good."

“I know. It's great."

They stared at each other for a short moment before they both laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. He tried to keep his composure, to stifle his joy, to act professional. And yet, he had to wrap his arms around that six pack of his, least he collapsed from the might of his laughter.

Adeline licked her muzzle at the sight of his rippling muscles, and bit her tongue when arousal trickled down her thighs. Those infuriating tingles made her yelp and lick her nose anxiously to calm her racing heart.

“I'm—I'm sorry. I should've invited you in."

Adeline took a step towards the living room, and stopped when he blocked her way with a stretched arm.

“Wait. Not yet. Your feet are dirty. I'll just—just sit on the bench please, while I—just sit," he said and thrust a meaty finger at an ebony bench besides Adeline, with frills on the side. “I'll be back shortly. Don't go anywhere."

“Unless the bench starts walking."

His muffled laughter filled her ears. Adeline tensed at that, snorted, and sat, her toes curled around each other. She began licking the claws of a paw to contain her nerves when the human appeared in the wide corridor of his apartment, a sleek, scented cloth covering his hands

“Feet up."

Adeline scowled at him.

“Feet up," he insisted.

“Why?" She hissed.

He raised a bushy eyebrow. “Please? I'm pretty sure you'll like it, and my floor will be grateful for it."

Adeline couldn't hold his piercing gaze. She looked left, at the muddy prints she left in her wake.

“Oh. So that's why."

“That's why, you dirty, dirty panthress," he agreed. “Now, will you accept my humble request?"

Why did some dirt stains matter so much to him? She paid for all this!

Adeline drew her feet further back, away from his touch. She didn't want his fingers upon her pads. They were sweaty, dirty, disgusting, and also overly sensitive. What if she would moan from a mere foot massage? What if something else followed shortly afterwards, like his muscular torso pressed against her while his cock poked at her overly wet pussy?

Adeline thrust a foot forward, toes fanned out due to nerves, and looked towards the ceiling, if only to avoid his gaze.

“Fine. Get to it then."

“I'm not—I don't want to force you to do something you are not comfortable with. It's just some dirt stains. Not a big deal at all."

“You made it seem like a big deal, so go ahead." She shook her paw for emphasis.

“You can take a shower, too, if you'd like that better."

And have him spy on her while she masturbated? No way!

“Did that at home," she said, and tapped her paw on the floor, her moist pads squelching against the marble. Why didn't he get on with it already?

“Suit yourself," he added.

Adeline held her breath…

Then jerked her paw once his fingers gripped her meaty pads through the cloth. Her claws protracted and pierced through the fabric, sliding along its length, cutting it into several, useless straps.

“These are some big claws," he said, gulped, and blinked. “Sharp too. Thank goodness it's not my arm that lies in tatters."

“Sorry," Adeline mumbled and relaxed her paw. “I'm not used to—not used to people touching me."

“Even if it's a warm, pleasant touch?" He inquired.

Adeline nodded and feigned a slim smile when his eyes shifted on her. His dark, short trimmed hair stood erect as a cock, and looked slightly thicker than her fur. His close cropped beard hid his angular chin, and his cheeks had a perfect smoothness to them.

She flinched when his fingers found her toes once again. She tried her best to keep her claws where they belonged while the tips of his fingers squeezed the soft, dark pads of her toes. Then, he slid the material towards her central pad, stroking it several times, making Adeline shudder from the warm tingles it sent through her body. Her toes spread in delight, and a rivulet of arousal wet the bench she stood on as a soft moan left her maw.

“Somebody's enjoying herself," the human noted.

Adeline retreated her paw, but he grabbed it and brought the cloth upon it with surprising dexterity.

“I'm not done yet. Just wait it out and enjoy."

She did enjoy it. Perhaps too much. Yet, she shrugged, mainly to keep up appearances.

“Your paws are so soft. It's a real pleasure to touch them."

Adeline scoffed.“You're shitting me. They're just feet, dirty and disgusting."

“You may say that, but if it feels as good to you as it feels on my end, then it's a win win situation." He slid the cloth along her toes, between the crevices of her paw, then cupped her broad, central pad and squeezed it lightly to keep her paw still while he wiped away every trace of dirt from her foot.

Adeline shivered and shook her paw. It freaking tickled! Yet the human clutched it, and didn't stop in spite of her snarls, growls, tugs. He held her paw in place, and stroked every pad several times before he withdrew. Adeline spread her toes, glossy and dark as her midnight coat.

A yelp escaped her when he cupped her paw between his bare hands. “Now that it's clean. I had to have a touch."

What was with this paw obsessed maniac? Adeline protracted her claws slightly to discourage him, yet still he kneaded at her toes and central pad. His touch drew a gasp out of her, and her slit shivered from the persistent caress.

“It may sound ridiculous, but I want rest my head upon them, at least once in this lifetime. Just to prove to myself that they can be softer than a pillow."

Adeline scoffed and thrust her second paw into his wrists.

“Frisky already?"

“Impatient. I want you to touch—“

“What?" he intervened.

Adeline bit her lip. She did it again! “This paw like you touched the other," she rushed her words.

He smiled and went to work. Slower, with broader and softer strokes. Adeline closed her eyes and purred, basking in the caress of his flexible fingers. The earthy tang of her sweaty pads mixed with the scented oil of the cloth, harsh yet pleasing to her flared nostrils. He couldn't feel it, by the looks of it. All he had eyes for were her pads, and her flexing toes.

Adeline sighed once he was done, and he shot onto his feet to clasp his hands together. “Done. Now you can walk around as you please."

She took a wobbling step forward, and flinched when the cold marble met her overly sensitive pads. She lifted a hand to block him when he approached her, and made her way towards the bed. A chuckle escaped him once Adeline sat on its very edge, her simple dark satin dress brushing the floor with its fringes.

“That's your definition of relaxation?"

“My clothes are dirty. I can't simply lie down in a man's bed like this."

“We share the cooties in here, dear. Don't be afraid to contribute."

“Don't call me that," Adeline said.

He shrugged, grabbed a white cotton shirt from a chair and buttoned it up to the top of his neckline, much to Adeline's disappointment.

“Well, how should I call you? Lady panther is hardly a proper name."

“It's Adeline. Adeline DeGa—“

“Paul, and you shouldn't care about my second name either."

“What if I do?" She leaned back onto her elbows, her back starting to ache from her stiff posture.

“Then this treatment loses some of its luster. Let's not get too personal all of a sudden. After all, we have yet to make proper acquaintance."

Treatment! Adeline chuckled at the name and hid her smirk beneath a paw. “That's just a fancy name for—“

“Alleviating stress through verbal and bodily means," Paul interrupted. “Or am I mistaken?"

Adeline's paw clenched around her muzzle. Damn, he was right. She almost surrendered to that burning itch welling between her thighs.

“You're right," she said, and blinked her heavy eyes. “It's…whatever you said it is."

It started. That persistent itch between her legs, so hot, so demanding. It grew so bothersome that a faint fog settled around her, covering the armoire, TV, desk, paintings, and whatever else the apartment had to offer. It was only Paul, sitting in front of her, with a bulge between his legs.

“Don't gape."

“I uh..." Adeline's gaze shifted to the side as her fingers groped fistfuls of dress. “I'm sorry."

“Are you? Or are you telling me simply what I want to hear in order to escape this predicament?"

“Does it even matter? All I wanted was to...you know...inspect the goods." She flashed him a toothy, seductive smile. Or she thought she did. It must have come across as weird, for Paul shook his head, grinning from ear to ear.

“So overeager. I guess I will have to skip the theory part and get right to physical practice with you." He crawled into the bed and motioned her to clamber further inside it. Adeline trudged to the middle of the bed, leaned against a pillow, her knees tucked tight to her chest to make room for him. She sweltered within her dress, and each breath felt more demanding than the previous.

“So," Paul said, leaning against his side, head rested against a fist, his eyes glimmering with uncanny intensity. “What do you want us to start with?"

“Mate," she blurted out, and Paul raised his eyebrows.

“I mean—“she licked her muzzle. “Is this your only job, mate?"

“For the time being," he said. His fingers slid across his chest and plucked the top button free. “I bring much needed comfort to every female who graces my apartment, regardless of species or provenience. It's a noble calling, to bestow pleasure and relief to those in need of it, and I'm not too shy when it comes to the wellbeing of the panther next to me, for instance."

Adeline's cheeks burned from the fierce blush, expertly hidden by her dark fur. “That's...you've given this a lot of thought, haven't you?"

“Actually, no," he said while his fingers slid over to the next button of his shirt, unraveling it with a faint plop. “All my life I've wanted to help people. Others do it from the safety of their armchairs, an invisible hand that protects those in need, while I get more personal with my contacts. What about you?"

“I'm a lead software designer. I make my team's life a living hell for the sake of profit. No wonder nobody goes out with me." Adeline rubbed her thighs together, spreading the slick arousal against her swollen lips. She seethed down there, and itched something fierce. It took all her willpower to conceal her snarl and keep her whiskers steady.

“Their loss, really," Paul said as he unlaced another button. “A female in your position must put on quite the strong facade in order to deal with all the shit hurled at her. It must be maddening to fight back all that stress, unless you know ways to deal with it."

“That's...why I came here," Adeline said, her feet kneading at the silken sheets, her pussy leaking like a god damn river. “To learn how to cope with all that."

“To start with, you need a daily form of release," Paul said as he popped open another button of his shirt, “else it's hard to contain," another followed, “all that pressure. You will explode if you don't."

Adeline squeezed her eyes shut. Her vision whirled for a moment, and a jet of arousal fled her shivering lips. It splashed against the velvet coverlets with a squelch, and Adeline placed a foot on top of it to cover it. “True!" she roared. “Drives me crazy," she continued with barely a whisper. “And I don't know what to do about it."

“You do," Paul said. He threw aside his shirt and regarded her with those piercing emerald eyes. “That's why you came here. To deal with that stress." His gaze shifted to her paw, and to the darker splotch of color created by her wet spurt.

He grabbed her paw gently, massaging her pads with the slow, suave strokes that made Adeline's tail curl around her pussy to block a second jet of arousal from spilling. She caught it upon the base of her tail, yet her scented slime still made it onto the sheets from the depth of her dress. Her heart skipped a beat when Paul looked at it, then at her.

“One of those days, huh?"

“Heat is fucking messed up," Adeline growled.

“Let me see."

She shook her head, and Paul trudged forward, still clutching her paw with his thumb and sliding his fingerpads over her toes. “I'm your therapist. What happens in this room, stays in this room."

She snarled when his hand shot towards the wet splotch and kicked him flat in the chest. Paul stumbled back, a smirk etched on his handsome face.

“You feel like tearing something. Good. Start with the dress. You squirm so much, I'm surprised you didn't cook into a medium rare steak by now."

A chuckle escaped her at his off handed approach. She did simmer, to the point where she wanted to thrust her tongue out and pant.

“I can help you if you'd like."

“No!" Adeline hissed. “I can—will do it myself."

She tucked her tail tight between her thighs as she worked on the laces of her dress. They were too small, and her fingers too big. Several claw swipes later, the dress lay in tatters around her, much to the amusement of a clapping Paul.

“Quite resourceful, my panther. Making use of everything nature gifted her with."

Adeline nodded. Her ears perked, and her tail tip twitched with apprehension as his eyes absorbed her shapely breasts. Humans tended to have an unnatural obsession with them. To a fellow feline, all that mattered was to thrust deep into a female's drenched vent, so hard his barbs would rake that bothersome itch away. A moan escaped her from the vivid image she formed within her mind, and Paul sighed.

“Do you want to climax by thought or by touch? Because that's how you climax by thought, especially when you slowly turn my bed into a pond of gushing arousal."

Gosh darn it, she was! Adeline slid her tail to the side to expose her pink, swollen folds, much to Paul's delight. The human bit his lower lip and hardened within his boxers instantly, his bulge growing more noticeable by the second.

Adeline's cheeks blushed so fiercely she thought she would explode. Instead, she leaked out another tendril of arousal, rich with her sweet, fertile scent.

“I had females in heat grace my doorstep, but you're something else entirely," Paul observed. “Are you sure you didn't cum already?"

“I'd know if I did," Adeline said, her voice low and ragged. She squirmed from side to side under Paul's gaze, suddenly uncomfortable yet strangely satisfied with how his hungry eyes absorbed her pussy. If only that tongue of his would lick her lips instead...

“You're staring. That means you want me to eat you out as if my life depends on it."

Adeline froze. “N—no, that's not...that's kinda disgusting, actually," she blurted out, even though her pussy clenched around nothingness with want. She covered herself with her tail, locked her thighs together and gave Paul her meanest glare. “Besides, you still have your boxers. You can come up with disgusting topics as often as you'd like, so long as you are as naked as I am."

“Fine," Paul said with great serenity. He crawled out of the bed and slid out of his boxers to present her with the biggest, tightest erection ever. A faint growl rippled in Adeline's throat as her slit convulsed from the vivid image before her. Her tail began to swing with broad, erratic swings, enough to reveal the pink, swollen slit hid beneath clumps of soggy fur.

Paul licked his lips. “When did you last relieve yourself?"

“A—ages ago," Adeline stuttered. “I couldn't—I didn't…" she trailed off as Paul lunged into the bed. He grabbed both of her feet, fingers clasping around her meaty pads as he trudged closer to her. She wriggled at first, snarled and swatted his approaching head with her tail, only to freeze when his grip tightened around her pads.

“Easy there. Don't get too excited."

“Mate, I'm already past that point," Adeline huffed while her toes curled inwards to grip his fingers. “I just want some bloody relief for once."

He nodded at that, released one of her paws and ran a hand down her elegant thigh, his nails wading through her ebony fur, creating small furrows in their wake. His fingertips settled onto her exposed lips, cold against her slick, ruddy meat. A sharp mewl escaped her, but Paul regarded her with the same intensity as before.

“Oh dear, you're so soft down here."

Paul's fingertips traced the dainty shape of her slit, his touch making Adeline's nape bristle and her eyes squeeze shut as lewd moans broke through her shuddering lips. Her tongue poked out of her mouth, running along her whiskers in the most enticing of ways while her toes fanned out, allowing Paul's fingers to slid right between them.

“I'm—I think I'm cumming." Her vent rippled with visible spasms, yet Paul's joined fingers still teased her with that slow, teasing caress.

“Do you want to cum?" His grip tightened around her foot, urging her claws to protract and kiss the vulnerable surface of his hand as they curled around it.

“Y—yes," Adeline muttered through a moaning, salacious growl.

It thinned into a yelp when his fingers slid inside her. The girth of three joined fingers slowly penetrating her overly sensitive folds cut off her breath, and her muscles clamped down upon the intruding tightness, so hard Adeline gripped fistfuls of coverlets, snarling from the intensity of the burning pleasure flooding her frame. The pressure welled within her during the last couple of days reached its climax, and her meat rippled, shuddered, squeezed harder and faster the deeper Paul's fingers sank.

Adeline roared as the raw fire within her burst in thin, short spurts. Her legs sprawled, and her toes curled inwards as she came in one thick, creamy spurt. Her toes kneaded around Paul's fingers with erratic strokes, each sending rippling tingles through her shivering frame.

“How do you feel?"

Adeline's roar thinned into steady mewls as breath returned to her. Stars speckled her vision, and her tongue lolled to the side as she panted from the recent ordeal.

“Good, because what comes next pales in comparison to a mere fingering."

She only managed a gasp as his soggy fingers left her clenching slit. He dipped them into his mouth, suckled the translucent sheen off them, and moaned as he pulled them out with a squelch.

“That's gross," Adeline blurted out, her breath still hard.

“We have five senses, and each reveals potential information about our partners. Plus, the potent taste of a female's heat is a delight to every male."

Adeline curled her knees to her chest when he leaned forward, and covered her privates with her tail. “Still gross."

“Try sweet," he whispered as his head inched forward. “And raw, and invigorating."

Her gaze darted to his throbbing manhood, then back to his approaching lips. His tongue dashed across them, wetting them to a glossy pink.

Just like the swollen head of his member.

She whimpered, both with want and fright, yet Paul's hands gripped her thighs. His gaze held her in place, and his swaying loins made her purr against her will.

He chuckled at that, settled besides her and caressed her thigh. “Confess. Whisper your deepest, most intimate of wants to me, and I will see them fulfilled."

“I'm afraid to. And I'm confused. Also too horny to think straight."

He tilted his head and stroked her with slower, broader movements. “What are you afraid of?"

“You," she hissed.

“Why?" His hand slithered across her chest to cup one of her breasts, squeezing her erect nipple hard enough to elicit a moan from Adeline. “There's not much I can do to you. I mean, you have claws, you have fangs, you pay me..."

He trailed off when Adeline looked to the side, away from him. The swirling motion of his hand around her breast awoke a fire within her, the same fire she oozed moments ago. With it, the tingles returned, raw and demanding.

“You're too good for me, too—“ she stopped when his fingers covered her lips.

“Adeline," he said in a deep, baritone voice. His body shifted to face her, four limbs packed with muscle, and his pretty face at the forefront. “The only thing I am right now is hard with the desire to be inside you."

Adeline's eyes widened. “Oh." She squirmed to rub her vent against the coverlets as he approached, inch by inch. His arms fell by her thighs, and his throbbing manhood poked the fur of her tail. “How hard?"

“Lower your tail and see."

She did, and gasped for breath as she spotted his shaft one again, the veins so prominent all of a sudden, his sack painfully visible to her. Adeline had never seem a man up close before, least of all a model like Paul. The tight, wrinkled skin of his sack had an exotic appeal to a feline, as did the seven inches shaft he sported.

“Do you want it inside you?"

“I want you inside me, Paul," Adeline said breathlessly, her mind clouding with desire. “You'll be...my first."

“Oh dear. Then it means I have to make it extra special."

His hands settled on her inner thighs. They ran across them, his fingers rubbing her tense muscles as they slithered along her shapely body. They circled her breasts with wide motions at first that narrowed to smaller and smaller circles, until his hands cupped them in a strong yet surprisingly gentle grip.

“You are so beautiful, Adeline," he said shortly before his face dug into the midnight fur of her belly, his features drowning into that black sea.

Adeline arched her head back, short moans erupting from her throat as Paul started to kiss her belly with short, passionate kisses, continuing along her arms, then moving up to her chest and neck. “I love your silken fur, your soft feet, your gentle voice."

He grabbed Adeline's hands, holding them tight as his eyes bore into hers. “And most of all, I love that you chose me, of all the other guys, as your therapist. I never mated a panther in heat either."

Adeline snorted in amusement. “Come on. You're just saying it to win a tip."

His eyes begged to differ, as did the kiss he planted upon her exposed fangs as she snarled from his impending approach.

“You're my tip, Adeline. This job, the money—it doesn't matter to me as much as the taste of a female's juices, or as much as the exquisite touch of fur against bare skin."

He straddled her, one set of limbs on every side, his member bobbing up and down above her groin, and flashed a broad smile. “Now take a deep breath, sweet panther."

“Wait, I'm not—I don't think I am remotely ready for grrrr," Adeline growled as Paul grabbed her thighs, lifted them, and aimed straight at her exposed pussy. His hips lurched in one hefty swing, and his tightness plunged straight between her tight folds. It slid inside her, inch by rock hard inch, until her breath stuck in her throat. She crossed her legs around his back, her toes intertwining, her heels pressing hard against his well sculpted ass, encouraging him to pierce her deeper.

She noticed Paul's grimace through bleary eyes, the ripples in his loins as he pushed his length inside her tight, shivering cunt. So slow, that Adeline yowled and curled her tail around one of his limbs when his balls slapped against her vent with a wet squelch from the might of his sudden shove. Her snarl deepened, and she took fast, hissing breaths to fight back the terrible pressure building within her tightening walls. She felt every curve of his swollen head, every throbbing vein of his manhood. And he was so big! Way bigger than anything she had inside her thus far.

He pulsated inside her, too fast and too hard. Stars speckled Adeline's vision, and she thrust her head back to roar her second climax. Pleasure exploded within her nether depths, gushed out of her in thin, sporadic spurts. Paul's frame shivered. His nostrils flared, and his grip around her thighs tightened as he proceeded to kiss her neck, muzzle and cheeks faster than Adeline could process his swift touches.

“This is the second orgasm of many to come," he said between his gentle ministrations.

Adeline licked her muzzle, then wrapped her arms around him. She pinned his feet down with her own, her toes curled around his heels while her tail flicked with renewed vigor. Everything throbbed, and everything felt stiff from the fire running through her veins. Only a few words circled Adeline's pleasure addled mind.

“Mate me," she said. “Fast, hard, like a feline."

She hissed when Paul's tongue darted across her muzzle, and spread her legs wider to accommodate him. He embraced her, their chests pressed together, and his chin settled atop her left shoulder to allow his loins to advance upon her an extra inch or two.

“You asked for it," he said, then drew his hips back and plunged into her slick pussy. “And don't hold your breath," he added when he pulled back and thrust his erect cock back into her. “Or it ends too fast."

Too late for advices. Adeline's muzzle wrinkled with a snarl as every muscle in her body grew taut with the strain of mating. Her arms curled tighter around him, her toes clenched around his thighs, and her exhales acquire the sharp pitches of moaning growls, growing sharper and stronger. Every flowing shove of his hips brought short, overwhelming bursts of pleasure through Adeline's frame. It burned, it consumed her, and all Adeline could do was ride the waves of euphoria washing through her while cradling her lover tight against her chest.

She moaned as the pace of the thrusts picked up, and Paul's fingers shifted over to her breasts for just a moment to rub her painfully tight nipples.

“Growl, my darling," he rasped. Furrows formed on his brow, and his cheeks turned beet red. “Unleash your wild passion."

Adeline clenched her jaws to muffle a whimper. Her pussy squelched under the quick thrusts, and her nether depths contracted around him, tight enough to draw a gasp from him and a lurch from his cock. He pulled back, blinking hard and fast while he stared at the blood coating his swollen tip.

“You should've told me you're a virgin!“

“Shut up and fuck me," Adeline hissed when her itch flared with a vengeance. Paul nodded, sank his fingers into her rump, and lifted her enough for a hard, deep thrust. A thin roar burst from Adeline's throat as blissful ripples washed through her, and her ears perked at Paul's silent grunts. He gripped her ass tighter, trudged closer on his knees until his pubes molded with her soggy fur. Then, he thrust, and thrust, too hard and too fast. His teeth clenched in unison with Adeline's insides, and a spurt of pre left his bulged head. It flared Adeline's lust as it further lubricated her abused insides, and she tried to take in a curt breath. A whimper came out instead, drowned by the slick thumps of tight meat against her shuddering folds.

“You're too tight," Paul rasped. “Too…god damn…tight…nghhhh."

He was close, and so was she. Adeline scrunched her eyes shut as his pace picked up. Her tail stiffened, her paws tightened around whatever they found, and her hackles rose at her impending release. She drew back her lips to reveal her glistening fangs just as Paul threw his head back.

A harsh grunt escaped him. He thrust inside her, so deep his balls slapped against her.

Then, he came.

“Mrrrrrrgh," Adeline growled. She squeezed around his length repeatedly as his seed splattered against her insides. It gushed out in thin, erratic spurts, so hot, so fulfilling. Each soothed her inside, and each added to the pool of juices welling within her.

Adeline melted into Paul's strong embrace, her body suddenly weak from the fiery tendrils of bliss slithering through her frame. Hot spurts of panther cum exploded from her depths to splash upon Paul's loins, to patter against the sheets, to coat their exposed feet in translucent slime. Stars speckled her vision from the overwhelming bliss. It washed over her like a tide, stronger than anything she felt before.

Then, it passed, and all she could feel was the kneading of her paws against Paul's taut muscles and her pussy milking his still throbbing member. It grew weaker, softer, yet each stroke around it prolonged her euphoria.

“Okay, you had your fun, now get off me," she said when his weight pressed against her chest.

Not before Paul stole a kiss from her. She snarled, and he giggled as he pulled out with a squelch and rolled to the side. “But I was so cozy inside."

“And I'm too uncomfortable right now to care about that." She trailed off when her pussy filled her vision. Her lips spread outward, and their combined juices leaked out of her in thin, ivory rivulets. She gulped hard, and her fur bristled at the mess, at how wide her pussy was, at how cheap she suddenly looked.

She had paid this angel of a man to mate with her. She had seduced him, accepted his advances, and now that his cum began to turn cold upon her fur, so did Adeline's enthusiasm with this whole affair.

I'm a skank, she thought. A fucking skank who allowed a stranger to pop her cherry.

Paul's hand pressed against her brow, encouraging her to rest against a pillow. “Don't look too much. There may be blood. Hopefully in lesser quantities than cum." They both chuckled, their unease creeping through their voice.

“I'll clean it. I'm just—I will..." Paul trailed off as Adeline cupped his face between her paws, her nose rubbing against his affectionately while her purr filled the air around them.

“Fuck. You're thinking the same thing."

The touch of his lips upon her muzzle put her at ease, replacing the shivers of doubt with the warm shudders of love.

“I just...a virgin, Adeline?"

“Yep. That's how socially awkward panthers usually end up."

“Shh, don't even mention it." She kissed her one last time before he rested his head atop her chest, rubbing her breasts with both hands. “You're anything but that. I have a huge fucking crush on big cats, and mating a virgin is just...wow..."

Adeline shrugged. Every fiber in her body throbbed with exhaustion after her three satisfying orgasms. She drew in a deep breath…

Then yelped when something caught her foot. Paul's fingers. She shook it, but he squeezed her pads tighter, holding her paw in place

“You said you'll clean me, with your tongue preferably," she growled.

“Aye, but after I rest first." A broader, more bothersome weight pressed against her paw. Adeline cracked an eye open, and snorted as she glimpsed his head rested against her paw pads.

“Weirdo."

“Mhm," Paul moaned. “They really are soft as a pillow."

Adeline purred at the compliment, and relaxed her paw. He made a promise already. If he didn't keep it, there were always claws, ready to burst from the toes he so softly fondled.

“You lovely bastard," she whispered, and looked to the side quick when his voice graced her twitching ears.

“Lovely enough to take me out on a date?"

Fuck. That did it. She could feel her limbs stiffen, her stomach knot as emotions fettered her senses. Before her awkwardness made the choice for her, Adeline blurted out a resounding yes.

***THE END(for now)***

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