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"I will not have Kestrel Voss serve on the basic training mission with my regiment!" The feline puffed up to his full height, reaching above six feet tall, while his tail flicked side to side with building agitation and he flexed the tight build of muscles all down his frame. His bright, blue eyes glittered with fierce emotion.

"Master Sergeant Patton, Voss is a talented nurse with advanced close quarter combat skills and small weapons dexterity. There is no reason she should not be allowed to participate in the year end game."

"Now, I have served for seven years. I believe I may have the experience to know when a member of my team is not up to par with where her training should be!" He shook his head, eyes narrowing to their moon-shaped slits.

"Patton, Voss has proven herself to be a skilled and excellent individual befitting of the Army. Just because she is a female member or because of your own particular push on her all the way through basic training, but she has a strong skill set that is beneficial to your team and she will attend the end of year war game."

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"Voss!" The female jumped to attention at the voice of her master sergeant. The lioness's tail gave a twitch of intrigue before she turned to him. Her long, thick black hair had been woven into a tight braid and tucked up into the bottom side of a hat. For the entire two weeks they'd already been in constant motion. They'd had two casualties already, which was forcing the evacuation that was to happen.

"Yes, sir?"

"Evac's going to be two short on spaces, you and I will be in an underground bunking-" His voice suddenly caught off by the sound of the thunking pulse of helicopters as they lowered down to pick up the team.

At the same time, the layered noise of combat assaulted them as the rival team continued to attack. Within a sudden swirl of activity, the rest of their team took off and left only the lioness and the feline male.

"Get down! Get in!" The lioness, Kestrel suddenly jolted forward with the force of his palm on the middle of her back thrusting her forward onto the lid of the bunker. His hand remains in the center of her shoulder blades, pushing her forward as the thunking sound of helicopters pulses above and the pelting rain of attacks pounds onto the ground on all sides of them. "Get in! Get in!" he repeated, voice harsh and demanding.

She rushed to open it, scraping her knuckles in the rush before he shoved her down the stairs into the bunker. The door has just lifted and one foot met to a rung of the ladder before his hand gave a push and her heel dropped- thunk, thunk, thunk- down three more.

"Hey!" she snapped, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling up with irritation at being pushed around. Once inside, she spun to face him, to confront him, but her eyes dropped to the beefy meat of his thigh where the fabric of his pants had been torn to reveal only a oozing smear of dark red obscuring some injury.

A bit flustered at the sudden diffusion of her anger, she dropped her gaze the opposite way to inspect the bunker instead. A cot lined out wall squished beside a table and two simplistic chairs while a gravity shower sat in the opposite corner. She stepped towards the bed, sliding her hefty rucksack to the ground. Out of things visually in the bunker, her eyes swept back over the sergeant, eyeing the straining muscles peering out of the edges of his shirt, where he'd rolled up the sleeves to reveal smooth, glistening blue gray fur beneath. The lioness swallowed, feeling a lump sliding down her throat as her mind wandered south.

She felt a sudden, but weak throb between her own toned thighs, as though her body was giving its opinion on what she saw. A long breath pulled in between her lips, faintly dry from the weeks out on this mission. Her mind rolled back to the last time she'd satisfied the little throb between her thighs.

"Oh, what... two years?" she thought to herself, almost blanching at the realization that it was in fact that long, since she'd broken up with a cheating fiance, that'd she gotten a good romp in. Her head gave a shake, clearing that line of thinking.

"I want the shower-" Kestrel said instead, already starting to unbutton her overtop and drop down to the under layers, but Tarek laughed. "No, I'm your senior." His rucksack dropped to the floor with a plop before he shucked off his jacket unceremoniously. She heard the sound of the fabric crumpling over itself as it dropped to the bare flooring of the bunker. Her eyes almost greedily flicked up to see his form with only the thin veil of a cotton undershirt covering it. The white cloth clung tight, glued down with a mixture of moisture from the environment and sweat so that it hugged tight around his body and held to the contours of his tight abdominals.

Another lump formed in her throat while the feline felt a small hook in her breath. She fixed her jaw tightly, waving her head side to side. "I requested it first-" She reached out, grabbing for the frail curtain around the makeshift shower, but suddenly one of his broad hands closed over her own, smaller shape. She felt him right behind her, close enough to leave the ghost of his presence sneaking forward. The lioness felt the ghost-like pressure of his groin mere inches from the curvature of her perky, tight ass. She felt the breath leaving his nose wash out against her neck, tickling her ears. "I am your senior" he repeated, stern and unwavering.

Her lips parted to argue again, but before she could he brushed passed her and into the shower, leaving her to realize he'd undressed entirely right behind her. She'd felt his bare thigh graze past hers when he shoved into the curtain. She swallowed, letting out a puff of air through her lips before she let her eyes slowly, almost timidly sweep over the shower. She could see his entire form, laid out in a shadow shape behind the obscuring, but thin shower curtain.

He stood tall, to the point that his forehead stuck out above the top of the curtain's little round, and he was forced to duck and shift to get different angles of water on his large form. The bulging, rounded shape of all his muscles is clear in this stark depiction, though his entire body retained the slim, sleek power of a classical feline, only with a raw strength beneath it.

Her eyes feasted on this view of him, shamelessly for the time being. Her eyes locked onto this shadowy shape of him turning his face into the spray of the water. She watched the droplets smack into his chest and start racing down, falling into the form of her chest and abdomen to create trails through the fur. Her lips parted, hanging just slightly open while her eyes widened further. She looked to his shoulders, relishing how broad and sturdy they appeared.

Her eyes began to track down. His lower body thrust into the water, letting the spray hit his belly button and then stream down towards the pointing V of his groin. Kestrel swallowed again, suddenly feeling parched as she let her eyes move blatantly to his crotch. Jutting forward, reaching a half mast, she could see the girth length of his cock outlined in black of his shadowed form.

"Oh my-" She gave a small gasp, turning away and looking at the drab interior of the bunker instead. Her nipples, still hidden with a tight fitting sports bra and layered beneath an under t-shirt, were firm and throbbing faintly with the beat of her heart. She felt the nubs, hard enough almost to ache while her breasts were tender and begging for attention. Part of her grimaced at this, feeling this feminine aspect weakening. "My entire time, the entire time in the Army I've done everything to not remind them I was female!" she thought to herself, though when she looked down she could see her breasts actually swelling up with the intensity of her rising arousal. "Maybe he won't notice-" she assured herself, momentarily brushing her hands down the fabric in an attempt to smooth the top so not wrinkles added more emphasis to the heft of her chest, though that mere passing touch over two layers of fabric had her biting her lip and fluttering both sets of lashes with a faint, strained whine.

She huffed out a breath, glancing once over her shoulder to see the sergeant still in the shower with his hands working through his scruffy hair. She bobbed her head once, soothed by the sound of the water trickling down meaning she had more time to try and calm herself. She shuffled through her bag, hunting out her canteen before she gave a long swig in hope that the cool water might quell some of her rising heat.

Instead, it only summoned up the image of the water rushing down her senior soldiers body right behind her. She sucked up another breath, trying to calm herself with deep breathing, but instead she only inhaled the scent of her own arousal lingering in the air. The rich, earthy aroma of her own needy sex assaulted her nose. "Oh fuck-" she thought, desperate to avoid letting the male know of her current state, her need. "That'll just be another feminine weakness!" She stamped her foot quickly, shucking off both boots in preparation of him exiting the shower.

"I'll just get in as quick as possible and start washing, that way the smell will just get swept away with everything else," she plotted. Her mind was in a swirl, preparing each step she'd take to shuck her pants down, toss her shirt up, and make it into the shower as fast as possible, revealing as little of her body as possible, and without touching the sergeant.

With a sudden burst of silence, the trickle of water cut off.

"Get ready," Kestrel thought, tensing every muscle in her body.

The curtain pulled back, revealing a sliver of the blue cat's dark body, dripping with water before the lioness started to move forward. She undid her pants, starting to let them drop just as the other soldier stepped forward. However, as she stepped forward and he left the shower, his cock sprung out into full view and her mind snagged over the plan she'd written so carefully.

She tripped over her dropped pants, tensed everything to avoid actually falling over, but in the same moment made direct eye contact about three inches in front of the sergeant with her shirt pulled up to her chin to reveal her strained, heaving sports bra and panty clad ass, wafting with female, fuck-me perfume.

Tarek stared at her, right into her own wide eyes. His bright, fierce blue stare sent a chill down her spine before he nodded down. She noticed him looking at her heaving, swollen chest before she squeaked and leapt forward the last bit into the curtain, simply kicking the rest of her clothes out from behind that thin, meager cover of privacy.

"Oh Gosh... Oh God..." she mumbled to herself, twisting the water on with a sudden gasp. "Heavens! It's freezing!" she yelped, hearing a chuckle in response. "He took all the fucking, hot water-" she realized, narrowing her eyes into a glare as the cold water pelted down onto her body, though she honestly needed the bite of the cool water on her thick furred body to cool the rising heat. She turned, letting her ass jutt towards the main wall of the curtain so her fingers could slide down her front without prying eyes.

She pinched her nipples up between two fingers, aiming them into the cold spray of the water in the hopes of deflating their needy stiffness. With a little whine she muffled between two lips, she dipped her fingers between her pussy lips, spreading them and rubbing between along the soft flesh, guiding the water up to the throbbing flesh. For a single, blissful moment, she pushed her fingertip to the opening of her sex; but then, she hesitated and yanked it away.

"Get ahold of yourself," she hissed quietly, moving her face into the cold spray while she blindly searched the small shower shelf, finding an aged bottle of shampoo. Excited to find the soap, she emptied it into her palm and unwound the braid of her thick hair. Water raced down through the thick weight of her hair. The cold of it prickled at her scalp, sending a rushing chill down her spine; but she welcomed the overstimulation. Smearing the soap into the scalp of her head, she began to work and knead into the hair. Her nails dragged down to the scalp, pouring her physical frustration into the massage of soaping up her long tresses.

As her fingers worked, rubbing soap down to the very tips and then up to the roots, her mind wandered backwards. Her ears swiveled atop her head and listened for the sounds of the sergeant in the bunker. The fabric rustle of his rucksack came first, following by the distinct shucking noise of pants or shorts making it up the length of his legs. Then, a squeaky creak of metal as the cot took his weight.

She continued to breath, welcoming the slowness now in her breath. "Finally, you've gotten some control of yourself," she mentally scolded, letting the water begin to wash away the shampoo from her scalp. Her fingers rushed down her body, smearing the bubbles and lingering soap into the fur of her armpits, the underside of her heavy breasts, and down the creases of her legs and towards her pussy lips hoping to wash away and traces of her lust in sweat or scent.

Finally, soap-free, she clicked off the shower. Naked, exposed inside the small curtained space, she swiveled around to face the curtain and slowly squeeze out her hair. She waggled her limbs, shaking off the water. Her fingers rubbed through her fur, manually loosening up the water so that she might need less time drying outside of that private little cylinder.

"Are you dancing in there?"

She froze. Tarek's voice had startled her. She could see, through the curtain, the shape of him seated on the edge of the cot with his gaze settled towards her.

"No, just trying to get water out of my hair."

"Ah, don't have that problem with short hair" he retorted, falling silent again.

Even without him speaking, Kestrel suddenly realized he was looking at her. She'd assumed at the sound of the cot that he'd laid down or sat down the far side to relax, put up his feet on a chair, maybe even nap. She didn't think he'd be sitting on the far end, closest to her with his gaze on her shadowed form within the shower.

Her memory jolted back to her own spying when he showered. The detail of his form in simple black and white through that veil that separated them now. She swallowed, feeling a sudden prickle on the back of her neck. The rush of a voyeur, the thrill she'd felt when watching him suddenly turned inside out as she realized she was now the exhibition.

What did the shadow capture of her? The power of her toned legs or just the curves of her supple hips? The perky, rounded shape of her ass or the bounce of her breasts? Was he looking at her or did her motion simply draw his attention?

She gulped, suddenly breathing in the faint wisp of her scent in the air. Could he smell her thick, female aroma in the air? Was he sucking in her body's silent plea for breeding? Was he tasting her smell on his tongue right now?

She tried to peek through the veil, but his bottom half was entirely obscured by shorts. Was his shaft stiffening inside that prison of cotton or was the half-masted-ness earlier only from the heat of the water caressing over it's hot flesh? Did he feel the same tension in the air that she did or was that only from her own lack of satisfaction for the past two years?

"Are you planning on coming out?" his voice jolted her to attention again, suddenly. She jumped slightly, grabbing at her chest as she did before she suddenly started to glance around the fringes of the shower for the towel. "There was only one-" he interjected, suddenly rising with the sound of the cot groaning and adjusting without his weight before he handed her the damp, limp form of the used towel.

"Oh..." She ducked her head back into the cover of the shower, starting down her shoulders and chest with the cloth. Her nostrils flared, catching the male's scent of the towel. She could smell the lingering musk on the towel, which now smeared his scent over her body, marking herself with him. She swallowed again, closing her eyes for a moment as the towel swept between her thighs. Every breath in was now tainted with that wispy smell of him in the air, the wet air of the shower's space where all scents were only amplified.

Still damp, she shifted out of the shower. She let the towel hang around her form and protect her while she rushed to her rucksack and dug out the typical backup garb of shorts, t-shirt, and panties. She abandoned a bra, too eager to put something on to search for another one of the constrictive sports bras in her pack. Instead she merely wriggled into the shorts and panties together and threw the top on before the towel even made it to the floor.

Dressed, she let out a sigh. Finally, she felt a little cleaner and less exposed. She moved to one of the chair, starting to work her hair with the towel and a small travel comb. Working from scalp to tips she did her best she squeeze out the last bits of water before the comb began to work through the tangles, plucking bits of twig and leaves out from the deeper portions of the dark, black locks.

As her hands worked through her hair, her eyes wandered back out to where Tarek sat. His gaze was locked on the small window set in the bunker door. She didn't know what he could possibly see through the meager square, but his gaze didn't waver from the watch, even as the sunshine that had illuminated it began to fade until only darkness was behind the glass.

Glancing down, she noticed the glistening red of blood on his calf, streaming down from the wound on his thigh. She jumped up, instinctively grabbing for the pack and the nurse's kit instead before she stepped towards him. "I need to stitch you up."

He looked at her once, dragging his eyes down her entire form before he gave a nod and looked back to the window, "Fine."

The lioness duck her head, feeling her hair rush down over one shoulder before she moved closer to inspect. The wound bled from his inner thigh, hidden beneath his shorts. She glanced up from where she crouched, up over the expanse of his bare upper chest. "I have to get under your shorts. The wound is obstructed" she stated, keeping her voice firm and controlled even while her eyes peeked down to where his muscles formed a natural V, pointing one down to his crotch.

Her mind was racing. Her nostrils flared again, breathing in that musky scent that she'd gotten a hint of on the towel, but now already so much closer it was amplified so that she couldn't smell much else. Her eyes swept over his crotch, noting the bulging shape of his cock tucked just inside the veil of fabric.

She swallowed, jerking her focus back just before the sergeant grunted and stood just enough to shuck the shorts down without ceremony. His bare shaft sprung out into view, bobbing between his thighs. Kestrel took in a shuddering breath, eyeing down the tapered shape of his cock. The head flared, showing a bit of a fading of the dark blue of the rest of his coloring just at the tip where it showed a paling mixture of blue-gray into pink. The prickling barbs showed on the head. The lioness bit onto her lip, forcing her attention down to his wound.

The bright red of fresh blood contrasted sharply to the clotting black deep in the wound. She bent in closer, tucking her head right between his thighs to get close to the injury before she flipped open her kit of supplies and hunted for the cleaning tools. Her eyes locked onto the wound, focusing on lining some cotton beneath his wound, squirting the cleaning solution of alcohol into the sliced flesh. He winced, but said nothing.

While her fingers worked on the familiar task of sterilizing a wound and her own tools after years of training and practice, her mind began to wander. Her nostrils were flaring with every breath, unable to ignore the thick cloud of musk that surrounded her. She could taste him on her tongue with every breath she took through her mouth. The scent of his demanding, male body had her own reacting. The throb between her thighs began again, bringing the flesh to life. She felt heat prickling down the flesh of her thighs, heating up beneath her fur. That warmth sensation began to spread down her body, tickling and speckling up her back and down between her breasts where she felt dapples of intense heat forming in her cleavage. She sucked in a breath, trying to focus on the harsh scent of her cleaning alcohol over the masculine musk, yet that didn't work.

In her fingertips, she started to feel the little beat of her own pulse. She felt it starting to rise, racing beneath her flesh. In the side of her neck, she felt the beat of his heart pumping. "Thump Thump Thump Thump." It pounded in her ears, filling her head with the sound of her own heart.

Her fingers gave a small shiver, but she didn't hesitate in her task. Her mind locked onto the task of cleaning, ensuring all the dirt was washed out of the gently bleeding wound. However, her body had an entirely different task in mind.

As her heart continued to race (Thump Thump Thump Thump), she felt wetness spreading out from her sex. She felt the first blossoming of arousal with a clench of her sex before the spreading heat and wetness spread into the panties she wore. Her heart beat (Thump Thump Thump Thump) pounded in the small nub of her clitoris as it began to swell with desire. It actually swelled till it peaked out between her lower lips, rubbing into the soft cotton of her panties every time she shifted in her crouched position. She licked over her lips, letting out a long sigh before she gave a final pass of the cleansing alcohol and plucked up her needle.

"Focus-" she hissed, only to herself while her breasts puffed forward inside her t-shirt. She could feel them swelling till they ached with tenderness while atop each peak her nipples hardened, sharing the pounding of the thump-thump-thump of her heart's beating.

As she strung the needle for stitching, she felt heat spreading in a blushing rash beneath the cover of fur across her chest. She felt the heat prickling up her neck and onto her cheeks. She licked her lips again, huffing softly. Her heart pounded (Thump Thump Thump Thump). She drew the stitching thread through the needle and carefully formed the steadying knot. Before she began the stitching, she shifted her gaze up for a moment.

With a little gasp, she realized that the sergeant's cock was starting to stiffen. His already girthy, lengthy shaft was starting to swell and grow. She saw it, bobbing and jutting out right beside her shoulder while she bent to his wound. He didn't even seem to notice, instead looking out the window still. Her nostrils flared and sucked in that musky scent of his shaft. She could see the veins of it so close to her right now, yet she simply turned towards her task. She began to work the needle, expertly starting the stitches even as her heart raced (Thump-Thump Thump-Thump).

With first few stitches, she noticed that Tarek's shaft continued to grow and swell until the underside rubbed into her shoulder. She could feel its presence there, hovering beside her cheek while she bent to work on his wound. It throbbed in the air, pulsating. Her sex clenched tightly, as though it was trying to tell her something about how sex worked. Silently, her body tried to remind her that the thick, girthy, throbbing, musky, masculine cock that hovered beside her face was meant to go inside of her, deep inside of her.

She gulped, thrusting the thought of him away. But her breasts still ached. Her nipples and clit both rubbed into their fabric prisons, only making them tingle harder. With a long exhale, she struggled to focus on her task. Carefully, her fingertips moved along the wound with precise stitches, one after another.

Flinching suddenly, Kestrel shifted to look at her shoulder where Tarek's tip was actually drooling onto her t-shirt. She could see the spots of oozing, liquidy precum leaking into the cotton as his rock hard cock bumped into her neck. She gulped, momentarily looking up to see if he'd notice, say anything. The tendons in his neck were tight, strained. It was clear he knew what was happening down beneath his waist, but he said nothing. He didn't apologize. He didn't even look at her as he leaked his musky goop onto her.

She bent over her stitching, continuing on his wound. One hand did the careful stitching works while the other held onto his leg for balance, carefully wiping more antibacterial liquid over the closing wound. This small sensation of his fur, so silken underneath her fingertips, only sent more shivers down her spine. He felt so silken, so soft yet she could feel the tense power of the muscles beneath that soft layer of fur.

She could feel him now, blatantly rubbing his cock along her shoulder. The underside humped against the smooth fabric of her top atop the spots where he'd been leaking onto her. His hips jerked and rolled forward enough to move his cock with disrupting her stitching. The little barbs caught slightly at the fabric, reminding her that they were there, lining is shaft, especially underside the tip. She imagined how they'd feel, grabbing for her insides. Her lips broke apart, huffing out the air of a rejected moan.

He twitched every few seconds, smacking weakly into her neck. Each time she'd shudder, feeling even the faintest touch on her sensitive throat like a blatant, sexual attack. She tried to prepare herself and not react, but she couldn't control herself when it came to her neck, her greatest sexual weakness. After enough of this, when he twitched and smeared his gooey tip into her neck she let out a squeak. She could smell him, the musk on his cock and in his precum. Now that scent was smeared on her neck, into her fur. He'd marked her, claimed her with his scent. The thought of it sent shudders down her spine. She whimpered, but muffled the sound forcefully while her thighs shifted, desperately trying to mute the sensations of her needy cunt.

"God-" she thought, begging to keep control of herself. Her stitching was almost completed, she slowed even more though. The autopilot she was running on to care for his wound needed a small bit of attending. She checked over each stitch, focusing away from the cock throbbing beside her ear long enough to ensure each one would hold and that the rather superficial wound wouldn't become infected or open again.

Her breath hitched with every exhale. Her nose was stuffed with his scent. She tried her best not to move at all because every shift rubbed fabric over her sensitive clit where it puffed out into her panties. Her thighs squeezed together, trying to get some relief off of pressure alone. She could feel herself leaking into her panties, soaking them. Her own scent was almost competing with that of the masculine, overpowering musk of Tarek.

Finishing the stitching line, she carefully finished it, knotting the final thread before she gave a last smear of protective alcohol and then bandaged over it, just enough to protect her job of closing it. Just as the final pass of sealing the bandage in place pressed over his flesh, Tarek gave a twitch. His hand shifted, falling to the girl's shoulder opposite of where his cock still rubbed onto the curve of her throat. As her nurse's kit closed, she felt him suddenly grab onto the thick mass of her hair at the back of her head.

A soft gasp escaped her, eyes sweeping up to see him staring down at her. His hips started to work a bit harder, with more purpose to rub himself into her neck and shoulder. His nails scraped at the back of her head while his fingers dug through the tendrils of her hair, expertly grabbing right to the back of her head. She felt the strength of his arm, pulling just slightly at this grip. He rolled his wrist, wrapping the thick mass of hair wound his hand to make a handle for her head. She gave a small tug away, a fierce heat rolling in her gut at his show of dominance, but he held her tight.

His cock shifted closer now, actually pushing into her cheek. Precum smeared beneath her eye overtop of her cheek bone, glittering like highlight. She whimpered out, feeling such a clash of emotions and thoughts. Her entire body ached for this to happen. Her nose was greedily breathing in his scent. Her thighs were squirming, needily pressing together. Her pussy clenched and ached and leaked with needy juices, yet he was undermining her. He was displaying his power, using her position to his advantage. She gave a small snarl, displaying the bright glitter of her white fangs before she felt his cock actually smear over top of her lips. He rubbed that oozing precum over her lips like a gloss, leaving his taste across her tongue, salty and tangy.

His hand tightened in her hair, forcing her to stay still as he pressed his cock to her cheek. She could feel it there, just throbbing against her face. She felt his need, blatantly on display as he held her steady to use to his whims. Her tail behind was lashing madly, but the rest of her froze. His hand, the free one, grabbed the base of his cock to guide it onto her face. The throbbing, pulsing beat of his cock pulsed on each of her cheeks, ensuring that her fur smelled only of his musk and his sweat.

"Oh baby" he crooned out in a short, rough whisper. "Oh, Kestrel." His cock shifted, pulling back only to point the tip right at her and rub it between her eyes along the line of her entire muzzle with precum leaving a snail trail of ooey, gooey wetness the entire way. "I know you like this. I know how much. I can smell you. I've been able to smell you all night, that cunt of yours leaking into your panties. I could smell you in the shower, hotter than ever even though it was so cold, huh? I know how wet you are right now. I can see you squirming, trying to make yourself stop soiling those panties with your wetness. It's not working, is it?"

His cock continued to rub into her face. He pushed to tip against her lips, drawing a line across her closed, clenched shut mouth. The precum smeared gooey, sparkly goo over her mouth before he moved away. His cock rubbed onto each cheek, shifting up and bobbing into her forehead. Her entire face smelled of his musk. The scent clung to her fur and face. She felt herself clenching harder, desperately wanting to feel something inside of her needy cunt. Precum dripped onto her t-shirt, oozing down the shoulder, the front, into the neckline. She was covered in his smell, his spunk.

"I know you want it. You're clenching right now, wishing this was inside of you. I know you like it-" She gave a whimper, desperately trying to control herself but she had two years, two years of need built up! Masturbation was one thing to stave off insanity, but she hadn't had a true, real pounding in so long. She couldn't keep resisting him. The flavor of his salty precum rolled over tongue still, seeping in from between her lips. His scent filled her mind, clouded her judgement. With a little mewl, her lips broke apart and she couldn't stop herself.

Her head shifted to the side, taking his tip into her mouth this time when it rubbed onto her lips. Her mouth parted wide, welcoming him into the clenching heat of her tongue and throat. Her head bobbed forward, eagerly and impatiently. Instantly, the wet sound of her mouth worked echoed out into the room while she slobbered down his length, smearing precum and her own saliva down his entire length while her lips worked down towards the base. The sounds of her mouth worked, lewd wet slurps leaked into the air while the sergeant held her hair tighter and groaned.

His cock pulsed against her tongue, twitching in blissful response to her treatment. Her hands dropped down to the ground, steadying herself while only her mouth worked over him, bobbed and sucked down his entire length. Bubbles from her spit actually smeared and leaked down his cock, dribbling sloppily down onto her chin in her zest. Her head started to work faster, forcing her lips down until she could kiss his base while her throat spasmed and contracted around his tip, hugging him in the tight heat of her throat.

"Oh yes-" He grunted, eyelids sinking down to a half-lid while she peered up at him. Her sparkling eyes held his as her mouth sucked down over him, eagerly, wantonly sucking him off. She didn't waver in her stare even as her cheeks began to fill with red heat. She bent over his cock, started to rapidly bob her head. She relished every time he twitched and oozed precum into her mouth. When she drew back, a line of saliva strung between her lips and his bared cock head. She trapped him inside her lips, running her tongue around his barbs, tickling and prickling her tongue with the prickling nubs.

She shifted, reaching up to grab for his base as her mouth shook and sucked around him; but the sergeant gave a small grunt and smacked at her fingers. "No hands-" he demanded, making her suddenly stiffen. Her eyes lifted, raising both brows in a disbelieving glare before she pulled back from his throbbing, leaking hard on.

"Oh no!" he barked as she moved to leave his aching cock. He stood suddenly, grabbing her by the front of her shirt and yanking the feline to her feet before he thrust her forward towards the table. Her thighs smashed into the wood before she grabbed to its sides to steady herself. She turned towards him, preparing words before his mouth suddenly overtook hers. Their fangs clashed together for a moment into the eager, rough kiss before he balanced their motion with his hand in her hair again. Hard, deep kisses lashes their tongues together, licking into each other.

His opposite hand dropped to her crotch. He cupped over her sex, instantly making her moan out into his lips. The heat of her radiated out from the actual smooth mound of her sex. She bucked into his hand, desperate for more than just that muted touch outside the fabric of her shorts. She moaned out, partially frustrated to be so easily controlled, but partially so needy for the touch that she didn't care anymore.

Their mouths broke apart. Tarek leaned down, starting to nip at the girl's soft throat as his voice rolled out in a rich, chocolatey tone underlaid by the sound of his own purr. "Someone is very needy, aren't they? I can feel you. You're squirming, trying to get more touches, hmm? Greedy for them? Wanting, little thing." He chuckled, his voice rolling into her ear as he did. "I can already feel your wetness starting to soak through the shorts. Do you have panties on under there?" She bobbed her head, feeling a hot, shamed blush on her cheeks. "Oh my word! So needy! Will she ask for attention then? Admit that she's needy and wanton?"

The girl set her jaw, firmly avoiding saying a word to him. His fingers continued to rub as a unit over the mound of her sex while his lips kissed and nipped down her throat. Each bite had her whimpering. He bit hard on her scruff, growling around it suddenly. She mewled out, shuddering hard enough to shake the table she leaned on. "Are you needy?" he whispered, voice husky and rough.

Her head gave a shake, refusing to give into his little power play over her. "You're not a needy cunt in heat?" He hissed out into her ear, rubbing his cock between her thighs, actually humping it to her crotch, but still the barrier of her shorts and panties remained. She whimpered, so desperate to feel him and feel some relief.

She tried to press her thighs together, desperate to feel some relief; but he nudged them wider apart. She moaned out, squirming but she still didn't say anything in response to his prodding questions. He gave a low groan, suddenly pushing her around. Her stomach hit the table first, then he pushed her down with a hand in the center of her back. "Bend over."

His hands grabbed onto her shorts, yanking them down swiftly. As they peeled away, the liquid from her pussy actually clung onto the panties. Tendrils of her juices strung between her lower lips and the fabric itself. His fingers clutched hard onto her sides, using her hips as handles to yank her and shove her down. She felt like a toy, thrown around and held. Her tail lashed crazily behind her. The sudden air on her sex felt like she'd just been totally stripped and exposed. His knee thrust forward, spreading her thighs far apart so that her pussy spread open wide for his view. Her juices were leaking out, making her pussy lips sparkle with the sheen of her own, natural lubrication. Tasek shifted back, sliding his fingers down the curvature of her bare ass. He paused, groping up into the meat of her perky shape, grabbing her butt roughly. He held onto her, pulling apart both ass cheeks with a small growl in the back of his throat as he exposed her entire pussy and the tight hole of her rump.

"Look at that tight little hole..." he murmured, tracing a finger down the length of her asscheeks and down to the smooth, wet slit of her sex. His fingertip avoided her clit, deftly sweeping around it before gliding past the entrance to her sex in a quick, glancing caress. "You seem to be plenty wet..." He shifted his hands up, starting to climb up her body with groping squeezes at her sides until he scooped her breasts up towards her body, kneading the soft flesh beneath her shirt and then hunting for the little nub of her nipple. He flicked over the rock hard teats, pinching at them, testing their stiffness. "Your nipples have hardened up to little diamonds..."

"You seems to be wanting this very badly-" He bent over her, rubbing his cock between her thighs once again. He folded himself over top of her so that her body was sandwiched in between the hard table and his own hard body. Then, his teeth start to nip along her shoulder and towards her throat. "Do you want it?" He growled into her neck. She whimpered, feeling her hips shuddering with impatience before she finally gave a little nod.

"Hmm?" he repeated, his voice thrumming through her ears.

"I want it. Give it to me" she finally moaned, her voice breaking as it rang out. The male purred at her voice, drawing himself back so the head of his cock could align with the entrance of her drooling, wanting cunt. He began to slide himself forward, easing the flared tip with its nubby barbs forward into the first inch of her sex. Slowly, ever so slowly, he sunk himself into her.

Finally, finally having something filling her up, stretching her open! The lioness let out a low, rising moan so loud the male actually reached up and covered her mouth with his thick palm. "Naughty girl, so expressive-" He reached up, moving his hand from her mouth and instead grabbed for a broad fist ful of her silken, black hair. He pulled her head back, revealing the smooth expanse of her throat before he started to nip and lick at her while his cock sunk deeper and deeper into the tight hug of her cunt. She shuddered with every bite, whimpering as she felt his sharp teeth sliding, teasingly, along her soft throat. His hands held onto her hip and hair, holding onto them as handles as his hips started to speed up. Their bodies began to slap together with loud claps each time his hips met her juicy ass. Her body bounced against the table until she reached up, clutching onto the opposite side of it so everything stayed locked into position.

"Tell me what you want-" The male crooned, voice rasping into her ear while her pussy clenched at the mere sound of his voice. She bit at her lip, whimpering. "Fuck me harder, make me cum-" She groaned out, feeling her moan vibrating in her throat. "It's been so long. God! Fuck me harder!" She shouted it, voice cracking slightly with the ferocity of her words.

The male grabbed her harder, yanking her hard back onto his cock, over and over again. The girl squealed, moaning out as she clutched to the table. Her cunt hugged around him hard, milking him. She was riding so close to orgasm. Her sex was clenching madly, squeezing and tightening desperately. She moaned out loudly, groaning as her claws dug into the table and clung to it.

"Cum around my cock." He whispered, licking along the edge of her ear before he suddenly bit down onto her neck hard.

She shuddered at the bite, howling out another yowling moan before suddenly her entire body went stiff. She felt all her muscles go tense as she clung to the table, crying out as she suddenly, finally, felt her orgasm hit her. It crashed over her entire body with huge waves. She screamed out once, feeling it rip through her. Then, the second wave made her toes curl down into the ground. Her cunt, clenching tightly, hugged around the cat's cock. She could feel his barbs inside her, flaring as his own cock pulsed. His hands clutched onto her hips harder, fucking her hard enough that the table thunked into the wall with a steady pounding noise.

His cock continued to pound into her all the way through her orgasms, stretching her sex as it spasmed tightly. She moaned out, feeling one orgasm die just as a second quickly began to build. She mewled out into the air, shoving her ass backwards into him. She pushed back into every thrust, clenching herself tight on him. "Fuck me. Pound me harder. Come on, harder."

He let out a low groan, clutching her. "Tell me how much you want it. Tell me-" He huffed out, feeling his eyelids flutter. He groaned again, a low, feline growl low in his throat while he listened for her response, eager to be assured this was good since it'd been plenty long for the sergeant since his last romp as well.

"Gods! Can't you tell how much I want it?" She retorted, glancing over one shoulder with a smoldering, playful grin. "I'm soaking wet. My pussy can't unclench, can't relax." She let out a soft moan with an exhale of breath. "I want you to fuck me like I'm a doll. Use me or I'm going to use you because I need more." Her voice broke, hitching with a sudden bite on her throat.

"Big talk for the one bent over the table." He thrust forward hard, using both sides of her hips as a handle. He pulled down with her ass, fucking her hard down onto the surface of the table. She moaned back, welcoming this. She pushed back into his thrusts, lifting onto her hands only to have him shove her back down. One hand pushed onto her back the other behind her neck, keeping her shoved down onto the table. The steady slapping noise of their hips meeting rang out through the small bunker along with the thick cloud of their scent. The cocktail of needy female and musky male filled the air with the aroma of their mating.

"Oh! Fuck! Oh!" The male swore, feeling the sudden twitching, pulsating impatience of his cock. He worked his hips harder, aiming to bring the female to another orgasm before he lost it. His hips pounded into her, both hands gripping onto her ass and spreading her wide open for him, exposing the lush sight of his cock piercing into her spread lower lips with every thrust. "Cum for me. Cum!" She bounced back on him, practically fucking herself with high-pitched, incoherent cries before she suddenly went stiff. She slammed back against him, feeling barbs catch her inner walls the entire way down before she hollered out at him. "Cum with me! God! Fill me up!" Her voice echoed back in a chorus. Her pussy clenched tight. Kestral could feel her spasming around him in an unwavering clutch. She cried out, reaching back and actually pulling him further into her before she was lost into the rhapsody of her orgasm.

The male feline quickly followed, bellowing out a moan as the first arc of his cum sprayed out into the female. String after string of thick, white goop shot off into her sex, painting the pink, flesh walls of her sex an oozing shade of white. Together they huffed and panted, slowly riding down from their high until the only sound either heard was breathing and the beating of their hearts.

Tarek gave a small grunt, pulling away from her once they'd finished. The lioness slowly turned as well, suddenly realizing she wasn't sure what they were going to do now. Out of instinct, she first looked to his wound to check the stitches, but nothing looked out of place. Yet, she noticed as she looked down, that his cock had stiffened to half staff already again.

Meeting his eyes, she stepped towards him, using one hand in the center of his chest to start pushing him backwards towards the bed. "We have hours before the transit..."

"Are you suggesting you have an activity to suggest?" He asked, raising a brow.

She chuckled, giving him a firm push onto the bed, "Oh, no. This is not a suggestion."