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Chapter 5: Want You

Meghan had her chest pressed against Jack while he kept his arm around her waist as they walked quickly through the house, retracing their steps through the immense building. There might have been a more direct path, but neither of them knew it, so they just had to rely in memory. The memory part was a bit hard because the walk was full of stops. At one point Meghan pulled Jack into a corner and kissed him deeply, forcing a long tongue into his mouth and rubbing her clawed, padded fingers tracing up and down his body. Another time Jack pinned her and groped under her sweater again, feeling her nipple and navel piercings, pressing kisses into Meghan’s face and cute snout.

The other people at the party were nothing more than sideshows, they might have seen what Jack and Meghan were doing, but that didn't matter. Why would it? Jack's sole focus was the sexiness of Meghan, her body and her perfect mind, while Meghan was bolstered out of her self-doubt from Jack's actions. The Groping, the confidence, the machismo and the words of chastisement towards all the girls that had hurt her.

It was a long time before the two of them made it to the valet, who looked at them with mild disinterest.

"Ticket sir?" the raccoon anthro said blandly as Jack tried to fend Meghan away for long enough to give a coherent answer. The valet took the ticket, mumbling to himself about how humans get the best girls. A lustful haze permeated the whole situation, Jack looked at Meghan, and she looked at him; her body was something to be in awe of, something that would make anyone blush at, everything on her was amazing, perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect everything.

That perfectness extended beyond her body though; she was smart, kind, loyal, and the nicest person Jack had ever met. Even with all her lack of self-esteem she was beyond a doubt the best woman he had ever been with. In fact, no other woman even held a flickering candle to her, and he doubted all the other anthros of the office attempting to seduce "Iron Jack" had more depth than a puddle. Meghan loved games, fun, doing stupid silly things like breaking out to badly timed dancing in the living room when music was playing; and it was all worth it.

"Here are your keys sir, no need to tip, the house has us covered" the raccoon said in a monotone voice, boredom permeating every word.

Jack opened a door for Meghan, looking at her sleek legs and back as she got into the car, her fur soft and shimmering in the moonlight. She sat down gracefully, then looked up at him with a beckoning longing, mouthing the words "Come hither" while beckoning with a padded finger. Jack wasted no time hurrying around the car and getting in. The drive would be maybe 30 minutes if they went to Meghan’s townhouse, longer if they went to his apartment. He didn't know how long she would be able to endure the loving lust, fuck, he wasn't sure how long HE would be able to endure it.

"Mmmm go~" Came Meghan’s sultry voice, full of love and seduction. This voice from her was much MUCH different from the night where she had gotten hopelessly drunk and tried to seduce him. Then it was just blind lust, the kind solved with a firm set of fingers or a battery operated boyfriend; this was full of want beyond sexual gratification, it wanted the intimacy behind the act. The car started, roaring to life and Jack floored it, rocketing forward to a happy evening.

Jack shook the lustful haze from his head, focusing on the road even though Meghan touched and chided him for attention. He wasn't drunk on alcohol, rather he was drunk on Meghan, her touch, the feeling of her fur and her reactions to his stimulation. there were sultry moans of pleasure as he teased her nipple piercings with a free hand, guided there by Meghan's soft padded paws.

The thought of her, and the gentle touch made Jack press his luck further than he had in the past. He had never gotten a speeding ticket, hell, he had never even gotten a parking ticket; But the thought of Meghan in the seat next to him, full of desire and want, that made him speed. He pushed his car harder than he ever had before, thinking only of the Snoon besides him.

"Hurry up Jack" She purred, pulling the virgin killer sweater into the fold between her cantaloupe sized breasts. Purple beads at the ends of her piercings glinted in the streetlights as Jack drove underneath them. One glance told him that it was all the encouragement he needed, he pressed the gas pedal to the floor of his car as he zoomed forwards. Nothing else mattered to him, just the lovely Snoon who was so delectably beautiful and wanting more. She cupped her paws around her breasts, pushing them together and looking longingly at Jack as he drove. God dammit, it should be illegal to look at someone like that.

"Focus, try not to notice" Was Jack's mantra as he drove, trying HARD to ignore the gentle paws, touching him. Trying to ignore the light glinting off the nipple piercings of the lustful Snoon. Trying to ignore the longing he felt to just pull over and take her on the hood of the car. No, this needed more than just bending her over and fucking her; more love, less lust.

After what seemed like hours, the 20 minutes of driving ended, Jack having sped so much that he doubted any cops would have been able to keep up. As soon as the engine died Jack was out of the car, rushing through the cool autumn air to open the door for Meghan. She didn't even bother to cover herself as she strutted, bolstered by Jack's lust. Her breasts jiggled softly as she walked and Jack knew that in any other time, she would shy away from the light, hiding her body from anyone but him, this confidence was only from Jack's actions and the time of the night, which assured there would be no peeping toms.

"Come on love" Meghan said with a cool, sultry tone as she unlocked her front door. Jack did not question it, he followed her like a thrall would follow his succubus. Meghan lived alone in her townhouse, which made her strides even more confident as she strutted up the stairs, her tail flicking behind her as she walked. At some point Meghan had ditched the sweater, leaving her wearing nothing but a black lace thong.

"Come on" She said in the same "come hither" attitude, as her foot paws silently hit her townhouse stairs, leading upwards to the secrets beyond. Jack had never gone upstairs in Meghan's townhouse, partially out of respect, partially out of he never really cared about what was up there. Why should he care about what was up there? A bedroom, maybe a spare and a bathroom. When the time came for him to see it, he would venture into it and see the world of Meghan and whatever she wanted to show him.

Today was that day, he got to see a spare bedroom with an easel, a bathroom and Meghan’s bedroom, her little hidden room that he had never seen. Jack learned a long time ago that you can judge a lot of things from a person from their bedroom, or rather whatever room they spent the most time in. Meghan's bedroom was covered in posters from movies and video games, and a few clumps of dirty clothing that had missed the basket. It looked like it was lived in, a stark contrast to the rest of her townhouse which was always so clean.

Presently Meghan stood in the middle of her room, shivering slightly as she looked at Jack, her ears folded and her tail flicking in front of her. Her confidence, probably fueled by Jack's act of defiance from those bitchy anthros, was all but dried up. She stood, staring at him, her arms crossed across herself and under her breasts, propping them up slightly.

"W-well, I know I-I'm not as prett-"

She didn't get to finish those words as Jack rushed forwards, embracing her and pulling her into a kiss. She let out a soft surprised squeak, then melted into his embrace, and falling into the kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth gently, feeling the inherited fangs of the snow leopard part of her as her clawed fingers stripped him of his jacket and found their way under his shirt. The kiss parted when she felt his chest.

"What are?" Meghan started as her padded paws felt the skin on his chest for the first time. Jack glowered and looked away as Meghan slowly raised his shirt. Long raised scars marred his chest and abs in crisscrossing patterns. Meghan’s pads ran across each one, her eyes wide and fearful as she looked at them.

"What happened to you?" Meghan asked, never taking her eyes from the scars.

"Brazil, I was looking for some Anons and the militia, whatever they called themselves caught me" He grumbled, taking a gentle hold of Meghan’s paw and tracing the scars.

"Box cutter, filet knife, hook knife, machete, the rest I don’t remember" he said, drawing her pads across a different scars each time. Her eyes met his as he did so, but he didn't allow anything beyond a neutral expression. The memories hurt of course, the pain and the despair, but he had moved on and away from field work since then.

"All of them are nothing beyond a memory, and bad memories are nothing now that I get to see the real you" he murmured, gently cupping a hand to Meghan’s jaw and running a thumb along her warm soft cheek. Meghan's ears perked upright quickly at those words and she looked up at him with a half-smile.

"Did you mean what you said back there? That I'm smart and sexy?" she whispered up to him, her eyes meeting his, full of concern. Jack kissed her again before answering.

"Every word" He replied, running his fingered through her hair and fur, feeling her skin under her soft fur. She shivered at the feeling of his touch, then pounced upwards on her tiptoes to kiss him once more, her tongue pushing into his mouth violently and with more fervor than before. Her paws gripped the bottom of his shirt, trying to grab and it up over his shoulders. She wasn't quite tall enough, but Jack assisted her, pulling the band t-shirt off and flinging it aside.

Keeping on tiptoes is hard for a long period of time though, and Meghan lost her balance mid t-shirt fling. Jack caught her and also got set off balance, making them both tumble onto Meghan’s oversized and very plushy bed. Taking advantage of the situation, Meghan promptly got on top of Jack, her clawed fingers pressing against his chest and she looked at him.

"You stay put and let me do this at my own speed ok?" she purred, slowly drawing back and straddling him with a coy smile. Gently, Meghan unbuttoned his jeans, and slid them down under her, allowing Jack to kick them off unceremoniously. His boxers didn't last much longer than his jeans, only to be impatiently torn away by Meghan’s claws as soon as she saw the bulge barely contained within. Her eyes rested on his now unrestrained erection, confidence wavering as she looked at him, getting to her knees in front of Jack.

"It’s...it's a real one" She murmured, her padded paws gently rubbing up and down Jack's length. Meghan was careful in her strokes, making sure her sharp claws were well away from Jack's body. She seemed in a trance as she gently stroked his length up and down, like it was something she hadn't really thought she would see, like if someone suddenly saw Bigfoot and got to take him to the park. Her muzzle rubbed gently against his length, sniffing and breathing in deep. Her eyes focused for a second on Jack's face as she gave a gentle lick with her tongue. Most feline anthro inherited the raspy sandpaper tongues of their parents, But Meghan’s tongue was warm, wet and smooth, gliding gently up and down his length and she shifted herself on him.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she placed his member between her full voluptuous breasts, pressing them together as she gently kissing the tip in over done smooches of affection. Slow and gentle up and down motions from her paws slid her silky smooth breasts up and down along his shaft as she continued kissing and gently licking the head of Jack's throbbing erection. Jack in turn ran his fingers through Meghan’s hair and fur, through the softness of it and feeling the rare sensation of her skin, supple and soft as his fingertips parted her fur.

Gently Meghan’s tongue caressed and wrapped around his length as she took him into his mouth, the warm wetness of it coupled with the pleasant feeling of her silken fur as she pressed her beautiful breasts onto his pelvis and shaft. There were more gentle kisses and licks as her violet eyes locked onto his, searching for confirmation, that it was ok. His hands answered her, cupping her breasts and pushing them together with a bit more force. Gentle moans escaped her throat as he did so, the ever present purring from the Snoon driving him mad with want.

She pushed herself further, moving her breasts faster up and down his shaft with a desire fueled want, any technique she might have had thrown aside for sheer want. The Slippery wetness from Meghan’s saliva paired with the soft silkiness of her fur made her movements gentle and sleek, sending pleasure up Jack's spine as she pumped her breasts up and down with determination. She lacked skill, that much was certain, and Jack was sure she had only learned this from porn or some other means, but his gasps of pleasure told him that he didn't care.

Her speed increased, as did the rapid kisses which lead onto her gently sucking the tip of his shaft while she pumped her breasts up and down faster. Gentle "mmm"s of pleasure emanated from Meghan as she groped her own breasts, assisted by Jack's hands

"M-Meghan holy f-fuck I’m close" Jack barely grunted, his hands gripping Meghan’s breasts with clamp- like fierceness. Meghan's eyes shone in the dim light, an almost eager hunger behind that flash of light. Jack's word's spurned her eagerness, moving faster with less rhythm and sheer want. Throwing off the fast yet steady pace she had before. The disruption was unwanted, throwing of the study buildup of pleasure Jack had anticipated.

Jack in term took control, lessening his grip on her breasts, and instead guiding them in a fast yet steady movement. Meghan got the pacing quickly and took it up on her own, still suckling gently and with her eyes full of want. Jack felt the release he so desired inching closer as her eyes locked onto his with eager want and need for approval. She let out more gentle moans as he guiding her movements, earning small "mm”s of approval as he gently moved her, with her movements quickly matching his.

Jack didn't even get the chance to say anything when his climax hit him like a ton of bricks. His seed sprayed into Meghan’s gently suckling mouth with a surprised "mmpf?" before she drank it down, still sucking softly.

Have you ever had an orgasm after a very long time? One where your legs shuddered and shook uselessly as you rode through your climax? It’s a rare feeling and totally involuntary.

Jack felt that, as Meghan continued kissing and suckling his member as he came in her mouth. A gentle "Mmmm" resonated from deep within Meghan as she swallowed and then simply gave gentle kisses to Jack's member, caressing him between her breasts as his hands numbly held her breasts.

"Did you like it?" Meghan’s said, between gentle kisses, looking jack dead in the eyes, her purring resonating deep within him. All he could to was numbly nod, which earned a smile from Meghan as she gently licked and nuzzled his member happily.

"Mmm good, I was nervous for my first time" she purred out, licking his length softly as she looked at him. For some reason those words froze him to the core.

"First time?" he choked out, half in pleasure and half in disbelief.

"Mhm, most guys...and girls, didn't want a hybrid like me, so I’ve been..." her voice trailed off, a haunting sadness to her words, Jack ignored the awkwardness and leaned forwards wrapping his arms around her nude body and pulling her back onto him so he was laying with his back flat against her bed, with her laying on him with a surprised look on her muzzle.

Meghan’s hair fell, partially obscuring her face as she looked at Jack, this stunt allowed him to see the confused and loving look on Meghan's face. She looked like she was utterly into just bending to jack's will, yet reserved and afraid. Jack kissed her forehead softly, his hand pressed to the side her face and snout, guiding her with sheer trust and acceptance.

"I don't care about all that Meghan, I only care about you and making you happy" he said, after pulling back softly. Meghan's purrs began once more, sending loving vibrations through Jack's body. She laid on him, her paws at his sides and jack held her close, his hands on her back and under beautifully colored hair. Her tail flicked lazily and her purring never ceased. Meghan's ears flicked and she looked down at Jack after a while.

"Something is poking me~" She said with a sing song tone in her voice and Jack felt his face flush.

"It’s *ahem* because your tits are pressed against me and your purring" He stated "plus you’re sexy Meghan". He accompanied those last few words with a hearty squeeze of her generous ass which earned him a startled squeak of surprise. Meghan lightly hit his chest, then sat up to straddle him and scooted back a bit so his shaft was between her thighs.

"Ok ok.... just like the videos" Meghan murmured to herself, gently twirling a padded finger on his shaft.

"You ok?" Jack asked pensively, looking up at the unsure Snoon, to which Meghan responded with a quick nod.

"Mhm...I just want to take it slow at first ok?" She answered nervously moved her thong aside, then raised herself and positioned herself and Jack's member. As soon as Jack's tip touched Meghan's wet folds, the heat was noticeable, not the searing heat, rather it was a warm and inviting feeling.

"H-here we go" Meghan moaned, more to herself than to Jack as she began lowering herself. The tip of Jacks member slipped inside Meghan and she let out a soft long gasp, then continued lowering herself, quivering slightly as she did. Jack groaned from the pleasure, her insides were warm and tight, coupled with the vibrations from Meghan’s continued purring. Meghan was almost in a daze as her paws laid on his chest to support herself, and Jack placed his hands on her ample hips.

"O-ok, I'm gonna s-start moving" Meghan moaned, her tail swishing behind her quickly. Jack was about to make a comment about that line sounding like a line from a Japanese porn novel (what were they called again?), but stopped himself because she probably DID learn that from a porn novel. Instead he just ran his fingers through her fur and let her set a pace for herself.

He watched as Meghan raised herself slightly, then gingerly lowered herself with a tiny moan. Guiding her hips with his hands, he helped her find a slow gentle rhythm. Each time she lowered herself, there was a quick tightening and then relaxation of her muscles that sent waves of pleasure through Jack. She moaned softly and closed her eyes as she began moving her hips in small circles, while still pumping herself up and down.

Jack had been with plenty of girls in the past, one or 2 in high school, more than a few in college, and maybe 2-3 since college. None of them compared to Meghan in terms of sheer pleasure, willingness and tightness. Her insides roiled softly against his member, eager for him to give her everything. Her breasts bounced healthily, as she gasped and dug her claws into his scarred chest and her long tail coiled around one of Jack's legs.

Jack slide his hands up Meghan's sides, through the soft fur of her tummy and lower chest, then rested them on her mesmerizing bouncing breasts. Catching her nipples piercings between his index and middle finger, he was able to tug them softly while squeezing and groping, which earned another gasp of pleasure.

Meghan's body moved like a piston by this point, her wetness leaking out of her slit and down Jack's length and inner thighs. Her moans were sharp and gasping as she worked herself higher and higher into ecstasy. Using his legs, Jack bucked his hips upwards to meet her hips as she dropped herself down, making Meghan dig her claws into his chest further. Her inner walls tightened and her legs shuddered as he did so, encouraging him to keep it up. Jack moved his hands back down Meghan's body and onto her hips, helping move her a bit faster and bring her down onto him harder.

"J-Jack I-I'm gonna c-c-cum!" Meghan gasped as she rode him, her claws breaking the skin of his chest. He groaned in both pain and pleasure as she redoubled her efforts, driving her hips down harder, making a soft clapping noise each time their pelvises met. Her legs shuttered harder and Jack felt her inside clamp down like a wet and slippery vice as she reached her climax and let out a deep moan of pleasure. Jack continued bucking up into Meghan as her climax hit and the ensuing tightness brought Jack's second climax even closer.

"Meghan I'm gonna-!"

"DO IT" Meghan cried in pleasure as he thrust hard into her. Needed no second invitation, Jack gave one last hard thrust as he brought her hips down to meet his, painting her insides with his seed, a deep groan escaping his mouth as he did so.

They stayed in that position for a minute, gasps and panting as Meghan's tremors subsided and Jack caught his breath. With a quiet soft moan Meghan lifted herself off of jack, sliding is shaft out of her, then she rolled slightly and flopped onto the bed next to him on her side. She placed paw on his chest and looked into his eyes for reassurance.

"W-was it good?" she asked with a small smile, Jack panted still and just nodded before a slight frown crossed his face.

"What's wrong?" Meghan said, sitting up suddenly in shock and confusion.

"Uh, are you on the pill or something?" Jack asked, sitting up himself and looking at the Snoon, who had a concerned frown on her muzzle.

"Wha-?... Oh! Oh, No there's no need to worry about that Jack, Hybrids can't get pregnant, or it’s like less than 1 percent they even can" she reassured him with a smile. With those words jack let out a sigh, wrapped his arms around Meghan, then flopped back onto the bed. Meghan giggled and snuggled up to him and kissed him softly; then pulled away, looking down.

"I...I think I love you Jack" She said quietly, then looked up into Jack's eyes searching for a response.

"I Love you too Meghan" he reassured with a soft kiss on her forehead, pulling her closer. Meghan’s purrs redoubled and they laid together, basking in the afterglow until sleep took them both.