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I awake the next morning alone on the couch. I rub my aching head and frown at the empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. Slowly I take in my surroundings and the pieces fall into place. I'm still naked, and I'm sore all over.

“Shit…" I groan. “Maybe it was a weird, repressed dream…" I try to convince myself.

“Not at all, kitten." A deep voice comes from the kitchen. Peter.

“Where are my clothes?" I try to play things off casually. Which is hard to do naked with what is no doubt his cum still slick between my asscheeks.

“In the laundry." He steps into the living room, also nude, and hands me a cup of coffee. “Want some cream with that?" He smirks as he shakes his cock at me.

I ignore his bad joke and ignore that my own dick twitches when he says it. “Thanks for the coffee."

“Least I can do for my favorite little kitty." His tail snaps in the air, he's enjoying this too much.

I just nod and drink the coffee in silence. Peter thankfully has some Advil on hand for my headache, and reheated pizza helps to alleviate my hunger. I'm uncomfortable beneath his gaze, I jump at his teasing touches or when his tail brushes my leg. He leaves me nude, even when he puts on briefs.

Everything he does adds to my embarrassment, to his show of dominance.

“Let's chat about last night, kitty." Peter insists.

“We don't have to–" I try to say.

“Yes, we do." His calmness gave way to aggression and power. I glance down and see him rubbing his cock as he pats the seat next to him. “Come here, Mike."

I sheepishly sit next to him and sink into the couch under his muscular arm. He lets out a relaxed and contented sigh while he plays with himself. I'm trying to think of what I should say when he pulls me nearer to him, I'm wedged under his arm and assaulted by his morning smell.

“Suck me. Now." His paw squeezes my shoulder.

I try to reason out of it, to tell myself it was one fucked up mistake, I was drunk! Totally shitfaced! But if that was the only reason, why is my face inching closer to his bulge? Why am I licking my lips at the thought of tasting him?

Why am I so hungry for his cum? I want to taste him, no, need, to taste him. I'm vaguely aware of him laughing once I start to sniff his dick. I drive my face further into his crotch to get at his balls where his scent is its most powerful and alluring.

He lets me enjoy his musk before removing his briefs and forcing my mouth around his cock. One finger plays with my well-used ass while his other paw shoves me down onto him. He fucks my face quietly before speaking up.

“You're going to meet Kev and Ky for lunch to apologize." He says, never letting me off his cock. “Then you'll come back here and I'm going to introduce you to the neighbor, he's been texting me all morning."

I gag as he shoves me all the way to his crotch, driving my nose into a light tangle of pubic fur. I can feel myself getting harder imagining that wolf using me, too. I couldn't see him clearly but he must be at least as big as Peter.

“Next week they're getting engagement photos done." His humping speeds up. “You'll be lucky if they let you in the wedding after last night." He grabs my head with both paws, leaving my hole to ache for his touch. “Ky called, mmmf fuck kitty, this morning." He curses between words. “Kev didn't sleep at all thanks to you." Tears form in my eyes as I struggle to breathe, his massive rod nearly choking me.

He roughly fucks my throat, grunting and moaning the whole time. He talks more about what I need to do to make things right, but I hardly hear it. My focus is on this delicious, perfect cock in my mouth. That salty-sweet taste of precum entrancing my tastebuds, that musky unwashed morning musk dominating my smell, his furry crotch filling my vision.

“Then when we're done with that I expect you back here between my legs, bitch." He laughs.

I just try to nod while slobbering on his meat. He pulls most of his length out leaving the tip in my mouth. I silently beg for his load, I can feel the drops of precum evolve into a steady stream, and then a full river of it.

“Good, kitten, good," Peter whispers as his balls draw up close to him and empty into my mouth. Bolts of hot, bittersweet, and overwhelming cum rapidly fill my mouth. It drips down my chin into my short beard, and I struggle to keep up.

He pulls me off of his dick and fires the rest of his load onto my face, completely marking me as his. I lie there eyes closed, open-mouthed, until finally his surging load of cum becomes just a slow trickle, and eventually a single drop that falls from his tip into my mouth.

I savor that last drop, having started to finger myself while I ate his tiger cum. I rub his load into my face, taking fingerfuls into my mouth. What landed on my chest I eagerly spread across my hairy chest.

“You really are a bitch, Mike." Peter laughs. “Alright, get back to the guest bedroom."

I don't hesitate, and within seconds of arriving there, I find myself begging him to fuck me.