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The loud impact couldn't be dampened, even though the dark fur of the bat. The loud squeal that escaped her throat was even harder to muffle.

"What was that, Morgan?" The saber tooth's voice was a sweet chime through the air, even though hers was the hand that raised to deliver another blow to the bat's round and reddened rump.

"I m-mean, twenty-seven, Mistress!" Morgan's words came out in a rush of heat and fluster. Her cunt was already wet from the spanking that she'd earned a bit earlier. Of course, 'earned' was an arbitrary word -- Cecilia knew that she wanted it, just as much as Morgan knew that she needed it when she'd intentionally 'acted out' in order to get her 'punishment'. It was a bit of a game that they played, really. In the end, they both loved ending up in exactly this position, with Morgan over Cecilia's knee at the foot of the feline's bed.

"That's more like it." Cecilia's hand came down in another sharp arc, making another slap ring through the air. Morgan had to bite her lip for a moment, squirming around with the pleasure that fluttered through her at the feel her mistress' hand impacting her ass. There was a rush of pain that rocked through her entire body, centering in her pelvis and making her pussy pound with need -- there was the heat after, burning and stinking and sharp... and then there was a sweet moment where it began to blossom outward, sending pulses of radiating desire through her entire body for the next hit.

"Twenty-eight, Mistress!" Her voice was wavering, the quiver a tell-tale sign to the fact that she was going to need relief very soon. They both knew that this would inevitably end up with Cecilia digging into her toy drawer and finding a strap-on to fuck Morgan senseless with -- they were both waiting for it, too.

"That's right, darling. Two more to go." Cecilia's voice was a purr of pleasure. Having the bat squirm around on her lap was more than enough to get her motors revving. The fact that her hand was stinging was just another cherry on top. She leaned in, her hand rubbing for a moment over the bat's rump little rear.

"God, just look at yourself. You're so pretty and pink." Cecilia's eyes raised up to look at the two of them in the full-length mirror that covered the wall at the foot of the bed. Her lighter tones of soft pinks and browns and creams were the perfect contrast to Morgan's black and yellow fur. Seeing the slender frame and the swell of the bat's hips splayed over her lap was honestly one of her favorite sights.

But Morgan, usually so compliant and submissive, didn't turn her head to the mirror. She had decisively kept her head turned away from the reflective surface the entire time that they'd been having their fun; in fact, Cecilia realized that she usually always avoided the mirror while the two of them were together.

"Morgan," Cecilia's voice came out even softer than usual, "Why don't you look?" It was a gentle insistence, but it was still a demand.

The fact that Morgan hesitated for a moment before turning her head was more than enough proof for Cecilia to realize that this was something that was really bothering her little submissive. Her brows knit together, and she brought her hands to the bat's shoulders, careful of her wings as she pulled on her shoulders.

"Get up." Her voice was still a cool demand, and she instantly watched worry flit across the bat's features.

"Wait, we aren't done, are we? Cecilia, I'm sorry, I'll--"

Whatever complacency she was about to present was cut off by the saber tooth pulling her from the bed and pushing her forward until she was pressed against the mirror. "Put your hands on the wall, on either side of the glass. Don't move them until I say so." And her voice was steely -- it held the tone that made Morgan instantly comply. Even though her eyes instantly averted to the floor.

Cecilia would deal with that in a moment. For now, she rummaged through her toy drawer, making sure to keep herself out of Morgan's line of sight while she grabbed a few different things. After a second of rummaging, she felt satisfied -- she had more than enough to do what she needed to do... and with the fact that there was already sticky, sweet fluid running down the bat's thighs and making them glisten in the low light of the bedroom, she knew that Morgan wasn't going to be able to hold out for very long.

She would just have to make her time count.

Cecilia stepped forward, and her fingers twitched in anticipation. She held a long, slender tube, and the sound of buzzing flickered to life. The bat's long ears twitched, her head twisting to look at her Mistress.

"No, no. Don't look at me. Look in the mirror." The demand of her voice was all that made Morgan's eyes flicker forward -- her chest was heaving, her small breasts perky and her nipples hard in the cool air of the room. She let out a small whimper; she didn't like the way she looked... and she certainly would have kept her full attention on her Mistress, if it had been up to her. But Cecilia had made a demand, and there was no way that she could ignore what the saber tooth had said. Not when she was in full dominate mode.

Not when she seemed so very determined to make the bat listen to her.

"You're beautiful, Morgan." The feline wasn't asking a question -- instead, she drew the vibrator down along the bat's chest. She let out a squirming whimper as it crossed over her softly piqued nipple, her knees shaking for a moment. Cecilia didn't have to look as she drew it down along her body -- she hit along the extra nipples that rested beneath the bat's fur, until Morgan was shivering and shuddering in front of her.

"Just look at yourself -- look at the way that your chest is heaving, at how soft and sweet your breasts are." The vibrator spilled further down, sliding along Morgan's hip until the bat could hardly contain herself -- it was so close to her pussy. "Look at how your eyes are sparkling with need..." Cecilia leaned in close, kissing her lover's neck for just a moment before whispering hotly in her ear. "Look at how gorgeous you are when you're so fucking horny."

Morgan couldn't take her eyes away from the mirror now -- the vibrator slid between her legs and then in one last motion it delved between her legs and landed on her clit. She let out a soft, mewling cry of pleasure and need and nearly collapsed; the saber tooth's arms were all that held her upright.

"That's right, baby." Cecilia's voice was full of warm desire. "Look at you -- your pussy is so sweet and wet and pink... and you can't say that you aren't so sexy right now." The warmth and insistence in her voice were enough to make Morgan almost believe her in that moment. Her body was on fire -- her head was spinning with how needy she was, and how good she felt with the vibrator pulsing on her little bud. It sent shockwaves through her body, and she could already feel her cunt giving little tightening spasms, a warning that she wasn't going to be able to hold out for very long.

"Look at how pretty you are when you're trying to hold out, darling." Cecilia's voice was still a warm, whispering heat in her ear, and Morgan let out another whimper in response. She wasn't sure that she could open her mouth to respond -- she wasn't sure that she could do anything, other than to concentrate on not completely unraveling in front of her Mistress without asking permission first. She wanted to hold out for her; she wanted to make this last for more than a moment, especially since she was sure that Cecilia had more than just this planned out...

She just wasn't sure if she was going to be able to.

"You're perfect just the way you are, you see that, don't you?" And then the saber tooth flicked her hips forward, and Morgan nearly lost herself completely. The sight of a large, pink dildo popped between her legs -- her Mistress had slipped on a strap-on without her even noticing, and the girth of it playing along the soaked lips of her pussy was almost enough to make her cum without it even touching her burning insides.

"I-- I..." But still, she couldn't admit to what Cecilia was saying. Morgan had always had issues with her body, and even now... even with how alight and aflame she was, she couldn't help but to pick out the little things that were wrong with her frame.

The saber tooth gave a low grumble, and then brought one hand up to thread through Morgan's hair. Her fingers twisted tight, and she pulled the bat's head up so she couldn't lower her gaze again. "Watch yourself -- watch while I fuck you... and watch how beautiful you are when you come."

A demand -- one that she couldn't ignore. Her eyes were wide, and a bit of terror pulsed through her, but the bat managed to answer.

"Yes, Mistress." And that was all that Cecilia needed. Her hips angled and the dildo that had been playing against Morgan's thighs shifted upward and split her lips wide, diving deep inside of her and almost making the bat orgasm from one simple stroke. She took a shuddering breath, and kept her eyes trained on her own form -- with each thrust delivered, her entire body shook. Her breasts bounced, her breath caught in her chest and her flushed cheeks began to show even through her dark fur.

She was like a flame, and her Mistress holding tight to her hip to keep the vibrator in place with one hand threaded through her hair was a beautiful contrast to her dark fur. She was... she was...

Pleasure rocked through her as Cecilia shifted her pressure so that the buzzing between her thighs was pressed even firmer to her clit. She nearly lost herself; her breath came in hot, quick gasps until she could do nothing more than to concentrate on pulling in the next burst of air. The dildo was pounding hard and fast inside of her, so thick and long that it rammed against her very limits and made her body shook with vibrations of pain and pleasure with each thrust. She couldn't hold on -- the vibrator was too much. The dildo was too much -- the way that Cecilia was looking at her with fire in her eyes was too much.

With a scream of pure eroticism, she came, and she came hard. Her eyes threatened to flutter, and Cecilia's hand tightened in her hair, remind her that she had an order.

As she came, even she was forced to admit that she was gorgeous in that moment. Her nipples darkened, perked even harder. Her pussy trembled and gave soft squirts of cum and pleasure -- her chest heaved, sweat glistened in her fur -- her lips were full and panting, and her eyes were like dazzling flames.

She was beautiful.

Cecilia could see it the moment that the realization clicked through Morgan's mind -- it was more satisfying for her than any orgasm, though she knew they'd get do that later. She held her lover tight, supporting her as orgasm threatened to take her knees out from beneath her. Only when the soft gush of liquid between Morgan's legs had quelled and she'd caught her breath did Cecilia finally withdraw the cock from the bat's cunt.

"See... you're beautiful."

And finally, finally, Morgan gave her the answer that she wanted.

"Yes, Mistress."

The saber tooth gave a sweet grin, and then stepped back from the bat. Her fingers pulled the strap-on off with ease, revealing her glistening, wet cunt. In a smooth motion, she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, using her fingers to pull her pussy lips apart in temptation.

"Yes, you are. Now, come here, beautiful... and make your Mistress moan."

And Morgan, with her ears flickering and her body still thundering with pleasure and confidence, was only too happy to comply.