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The collar was firmly in his grip as she writhed beneath him. Cymmie gasped as his canines grazed her skin through her golden fur. Her head lolled back on her shoulders and the panther above her lapped at the exposed part of her throat hungrily. She shuddered, as his claws gently raked against her stomach. Gods, he was such a tease, such a cat. She just wanted him inside her, filling her and making that ache at her core disappear.

But he was in no hurry, Shadow wanted to play with his prey. Her breasts rose and fell with her gasps, such violent breaths they racked her form with shudders. The golden and tan wolf stared up at the black cat with a stare that pleaded until he smiled a smile that showed such sexual tension and something almost akin to malice that her gaze dropped submissively.

Shadow jerked Cymmie by the collar into a kneeling position, and stood above her, gripped her head and nudging the lower of his two blue erections against her muzzle. Her tongue, pink and soft came out to give an experimental lick against the flesh. He tasted like cat, musky and wild, with a hint of forest scent coming to intermingle in her nose. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and with a sly look up at the cat that was petting her head; she sank down on the cock in front of her.

His eyes slit to slivers of blue and he let out an expressive purr that rumbled through his chest and that she could feel in her mouth. Slowly she bobbed her head up and down, finding a slow and torturous rhythm until she felt her head sliding further and further down his spit slick length. Her furred fist came up to circle the upper erection, pumping him in time with her sucking.

She could feel him slipping closer and closer to losing control of himself. Not necessarily closer to cumming, just closer to losing that bit of control he had kept over himself so as to not rip her apart.

With a snarl that made her realize she had been going to slow for a while, Shadow gripped her head and fucked her muzzle with abandon. He had lost his restraint, completely and utterly, Cymmie could see it in the way his eyes stared down at her watching his dick slide in and out of her mouth.

Her eyes dropped and she focused on breathing when he pulled out so she wouldn't die from asphyxiation when he pushed farther into her throat and she swallowed around him. When her throat constricted around him he seemed to lose his rhythm and his eyes fell shut for a few moments, his hips stuttered.

Then he pulled her off, her bottom canine had split her muzzle during the blow job but she didn't feel the pain. She was only pleased with the fact that she had made him so hungry for more. She turned to face away from him, knowing what he wanted, as she was pushed to her hands and knees from behind.

"Such a good wolf," he whispered in her ear, and Cymmie melted against the touch that slid down her back. He slipped behind her nudging his twin cocks against her two entrances.

Teasingly he rubbed the blunt heads against the openings and she tensed slightly, shuddering and gasping. Shadow leaned over her and pressed into her, she resisted him though, his girth too much for her tight entrances. "You will relax, Cymmie," he commanded her, and like a good little sub she breathed deeply. Her body opened to his intrusion and she shivered violently as a pain burned and sharpened her senses to every muscle he pushed passed.

He groaned above her, "So fucking tight."

Cymmie felt a sharp pain in her shoulder; Shadow's fangs had just barely pierced her skin. She focused on that instead of the almost unbearable pain as he entered her and stretched her to her limit. As the panther pushed in fully he stilled, Cymmie was sure he was reveling in the feeling of her around him just as she was getting used to the warmth inside her that filled her.

He twitched, pulled out slightly and then pushed in with a groan that ended in a purr. She shuddered and whimpered, pushing back against him as the burn began to fade into something more pleasurable. The next push of his hips caused a breathy moan to fall from her mouth as her tail twitched and pleasure exploded through out her body.

It was far from slow from then on; it was fast and animalistic fucking. Loud moans came from both the cat and wolf. She spiraled closer and closer to her first orgasm, the amount of time it took she couldn't place, because it was so glorious she could only howl her triumph as she came, white hot pleasure ripping through her body in delicious waves. He didn't give her a break even as she was coming down, in fact the canting of his hips only became more frantic and she writhed beneath him, her arms barely holding her up.

She took all he gave, not a sound of discouragement coming from her at any point in time. For this moment in time she was there to serve him, to make him happy, like any good sub would. But the pleasure he brought her was just as strong as she brought him. The pulsing heat that rippled from him was so noticeable inside her, she could feel almost every ridge and vein on his cocks.

As she came close to a second orgasm she tried to hold back, tried to let it last, but Shadow would have none of it. To show he was in control the panther leaned over her, hips still keeping the brutal pace and he whispered in her ear, "Cum for me Cymmie, cum now." With that said he bit her scruff, and she came so fast and so hard she felt his hips falter in their rhythm as she shuddered around him.

He let out a roar and with that he pressed deep to the hilts of his cocks within the wolf beneath him and shuddered as he came. She could feel the warmth of him seep into her and she sighed in pleasure. She had pleased the cat and that was all that mattered. Now all she wanted to do was sleep. What a wonderful Sunday afternoon.