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Groaning in both relief and an almost masochistic sense of satisfaction, I rose from my chair and stretched out my whole body. Cracks and pops echoed off the small office as bones snapped back into place after hours spent in front of my damn computer screen. This whole deity thing had been fantastic sounding at first, but it was turning out to be more of a glorified secretary position than the personification of a badass who could call a small hurricane forward with a mere thought. I chuckled to myself as the image of a recruiting poster for the local police academy popped into my head.

Save your community from danger. Join the Police Academy and lend a helping paw or claw.

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I had a friend there and from what he told me, it was nothing more than classes followed by classes, followed by some physical training, and then some more classes. Then, once you graduated, you began your life as a criminal face buster at a desk, doing much of the same thing I was. My name is Gilian, and I'm the Deity of Wind, basically the highest specialized position a non-element can attain. There were deities for every element, but I only knew and currently paid much attention to, one of them. His name is Kissaki and he used to be my target. Not only my target as a role model, but also one on basically, my hit list. I wasn't planning on killing the wolf, but rather beating the canine so soundly that the Element of Ice would have to choose me over him.

Turns out, as tensions and battles grew, and as I came ever closer to victory each time I faced off against him, eyes started looking in my direction. I was unexpectedly approached by the Element of Wind, the element of which I practiced, during a vision and was offered both immortality and nearly limitless power in return to serve under it as its deity. Without hesitation, I accepted the offer, and now, two hundred years later, I found myself still doing more paperwork than participating in any action.

Life had been very difficult for me growing up, but I was never one to linger on it. Simply put, the actions seen during my childhood had brought me to where I was and given me the ambition I held now. A lot had changed during my time, with technology rapidly improving, up to a point that even I found myself quite intrigued with it all. I had rejoined the regular population in the fifties and began living life as any normal fur or scale could: obtaining a job, buying some land, and living on my own on the surface, while at the same time serving the purposes of a much higher being. When Marvel and DC Comics began publishing their superhero comics, the likes such as Superman and Batman, I gained a word to describe my position: vigilante.

As I grew in the world, though, I noticed a stark difference between myself and my comic book counterparts. They always got to kick ass and they utilized some of the coolest machinery available, while I got to do paperwork 99% of the time and never received anything besides tasks from my elemental boss, and most of them felt rather menial. Overtime, I had accepted this and lived my life through the eyes of someone who knew he would never die. My friendships were few and far between, as I strove to keep my immortality a secret. A desire for companionship had arisen, and with that, a new found friendship was formed with Kissaki, the same wolf I had called my sworn rival for so many years previous. We still dueled against each other, but it was for sport and enjoyment and to better our own skills, rather than in the spirit of dominance.

The elemental masters of the world did not live in the dimension those of us who lived on earth could see. They pervaded through a fourth and higher dimension, able to see anything at any place and at any time of their choosing. Their deities were the only ones granted the privilege to experience that dimension, but we had our limitations. There were certain areas designated to the deities as practice grounds and through meditation, we could enter their realm and fight each other while leaving no visible trace on the world the rest lived in. Also, we had our own offices, completely hidden from the view of the natural world. Mine was a small study in my house. Your average, cluttered, small library would turn into a glowing, knowledge and book filled, sprawling courtyard, filled with books written by the Gods themselves for us to read and learn. They existed in the same place as the more inferior works did, but only I could access them.

It was with reluctance that I closed my eyes, claws clacking on the desk as my mind left the beautiful realm, the soft breeze disappearing before falling into the more droning noise of a fan twirling from side to side behind me. Opening my eyes again, I could see the messy room and its worn out, papered occupants. None of the papers I had been working on were in sight and I gave an ever continued curious pass over the area on the desk they had been at when I left with my scaled hand.

"As usual, nothing there."

Convinced that my work was securely locked away from any prying eyes, I strolled back out of my study and into a much more lit kitchen, timing my arrival from the realm perfectly in tune with the beeping of the microwave as the steamed peas announced their readiness to be eaten. I had learned long ago that though I was a carnivore, eating a fully balanced meal kept my mind clearer and my taste buds more energized. That, along with the beef stew, kept a grin on my face as it poured down my throat, a soft slap of my blue scaled tail snapping on the tiled floor.

Well, as all things go, this blue dragon was never one to flaunt his godlike characteristics and powers to the world he lived in, and though I could just use the wind to carry myself to wherever I pleased, I still preferred to use a car. Though, there was no need to limit what kind of car I drove. My beautiful crimson red Nissan GTR could be seen from one of my kitchen windows and for some reason, I could almost hear it pleading to be driven. As I rinsed my bowl, my draconian silver eyes scanned over my calendar and I silently chastised myself for forgetting about the trip to the mechanic shop. The Red Lion, as I liked to call my car in recognition for the low, and at sometimes, nearly deafening rumble of the engine, was due for a check-up.

Shaking my head as I chuckled, I finished rinsing the plate and silverware before jogging upstairs to grab my gear. A quick trip in the bathroom had me brushing both my teeth and my darker blue hair, stroking down the entire line that stretched down my spine until I hit the tip of my tail. I had to work my shirt on over my pair of black horns, the cotton fabric lacing over my shoulders and my cyan, tribal tattoo that stretched over my shoulder blades and collarbone. It was as much a part of me as my own scales were, having gotten that tattoo before the first Model T had been driven off the factory line.

Unlike most dragons, I had furred wings and outer ears on my head. Thankfully, the clothing industry was well learned in the art of making clothes designed to accommodate wings and in a few seconds I had finished with it. Shoes followed and then I popped on my shades and strolled to the Lion, the Nissan nearly purring at me in the anticipation of being driven. Not wanting to make it wait any longer, I hopped in, punched in the coordinates of the specified mechanics shop and pulled out of the driveway.

Normally, I would have gone to the local repair shop, but I had read rave reviews about another place about fifteen miles outside the city that specialized in sports cars as well as classics muscle cars. After giving a call, a rather gruff voice informed me that he'd be more than happy to take a look under the hood and make sure everything was in excellent order. He seemed genuinely pleased when I told him I had learned of his shop online and been interested enough by the reviews to check it out and even offered to do an oil change for free so long as I supplied the fluids. He had a charming tone in his voice, that little quirk the feline race possessed that could make almost anyone smile. How could you not smile after seeing a pleased cat?

The drive took no longer than I had planned, maybe even a bit shorter as it was. The freeway was quite empty and the urge to give my Nissan the full throttle overtook me. I nearly flew past the exit before I realized my GPS was yelling at me to turn right in 100 meters. The ferocious brakes took me down to an acceptable speed and I came into the corner at a safe velocity before turning left and then pulling into the shop's parking lot a half-mile later.

Nothing suspicious caught my eyes, as the place looked perfectly fine and well kept, the glass door a hundred feet away wearing a welcoming 'open' sign and from what I could see, a rather chill raccoon talking to a gray fox. Locking Red up, I casually strolled over to the entrance, no rush in my step. After living for more than a couple centuries, I found no reason to rush anything, as I had a seemingly unlimited supply of time. I reached the door at the same time the fox grabbed his keys from the raccoon, shaking his paw and wishing him a great day. The same canine gave me a quick hello and goodbye before bounding off towards his own car, a gleeful bounce in his tail and step that only helped to reassure me of this shop's apparent skill

"Well, hello mate. What can I help you with today?"

The coon addressed me in a clear British accent, his welcoming smile beaming just as brightly as the fox's.

"I'm here to get a quick check-up on my Nissan. Gotta make sure everything is running smoothly. I was also offered a free oil change if I brought the equipment for it."

"You bring the filtering can as well?"

"Sure did."

The masked bandit's eyes left me and slipped to the computer, a couple keystrokes and clicks later and he was smiling at me again, his eyes vibrant and so very youthful. After the formalities of identification and a small bit of paperwork, I was leaving with a smile only a slight bit more subdued than the fox's had been. Roger, the name of the raccoon there, was going to get a rave customer review from me to whoever the manager was. It was too hard to come across genuinely great customer service these days and every company should do whatever they can to hold onto one who could provide it.

Jumping into my car, I drove it to the sixth bay and sat back, enjoying the music as I waited for the final touches to be done to the old Tundra in front of me. A few minutes later and I was driving my car in, the truck's time finished and the open bay spot my own. Stepping out of the car, I took a look around the place. The smell of oil and grease was rather strong, but not repulsively so. The ferret addressed me, but mentioned that he had to do some paperwork in the back, of which I understood far too well, and that he would try to get the boss out here to take a look. He sounded confident enough in his chances of success, so after a quick wave goodbye, I relaxed against Red and waited.

Within a minute, I was greeted by a slightly different version of the voice I had originally talked to over the phone. I turned around and was caught off guard by the cat standing in front of me. He wore a black leather vest and a pair of very worn out jeans, but that was hardly eye catching. The feline was mostly red orange, with short, maroon stripes along his arms and the same colored muzzle. He had bright gold head fur that draped over one ear and matching color tufts on his elbows and shoulders, from what I could see. I took all of that in within a second, a skill I had managed to pick up over time, and if the feline had noticed me checking him out, he didn't mention it.

My priorities growing up had always been on my training as a mage and in the early, more pubescent years, to get revenge on those that had killed my parents. By the time I let go of the pain and desire for revenge was lost, I was already past that stage of life. My whole goal had been to become the greatest wind mage ever, and sex was not high on my priority list at all. Granted, it's not like I wholly ignored it, but I was and still am sort of a loner by nature and when I did achieve immortality, throwing away the idea of a permanent relationship was an easy thing to do. They would grow old and I would stay young, and eventually, they would die and I'd be left alone. It felt like too much of a depressing idea and so I struck it out on my own.

Once I did achieve the highest spot any previously mortal individual could, I focused less on improving and began to allow myself some of the more primal pleasures life on the ground had to offer. My GTR was an example of one of those desires, but that was only one of a few. Others had come to include sex, and naturally, I had followed my instincts and gone after the girls. The problem I found was that they were far too attached and needy for my liking and within a few years, I decided to branch out. It wasn't until many years later that a name was concocted to describe the "group" I was a part of. Homosexual was the first, scientific term for it, but the growing slang language got hold of it and morphed into words such as gay, and then later on, fag and queer. Personally, I didn't give a fuck, I just knew I preferred my own gender.

There was something catchy about the red and black cat, an almost ancientness in his eyes, as though he could rival me in the amount of knowledge he had picked up. I put the thought on the backburner as I began talking to him about the car. The feline dug around like an expert, recognizing every part of the machine in seconds and answering every blasted question I could come up with. At some point, I think he realized I was just asking the most outlandish things just to see if I could stump him, for he stood back up and chuckled.

"Everything is fine, including all the ridiculous pieces of equipment you probably ripped straight from Google so you could try my skill in mechanics out. Other than the oil change and my advice that you should rotate the tires within the next thousand miles, there's little left to talk about when it comes to the car.

Now, I'd prefer to ask you a question."

I was a bit surprised by his aggressive tone at the end, and my hesitance proved to be all the feline was looking for as a sign to proceed. The question he voiced was spoken quietly, but with more authority than most could muster with a yell.

"How many years have you been watching this planet's residents? You're older than any living fur who walks on the surface, I know this, but what are your reasons?"

I felt an odd tingling in my body as my powers readied themselves in defense. Never had anyone even suspected anything abnormal with me, but now, this feline who I had met not ten minutes ago wasn't just asking, but rather accusing me with such confidence that I truly felt unnerved for the first time in decades. The feline's orange eyes nearly glowed as he and I stared at each other, my silence proving to be the most definitive answer available. One look and I knew my first assumption was correct. The fur had raised my suspicion, but the near limitless depth of his eyes confirmed it.

"You're not from this plane either, are you?"

"No one originally from here would be capable of seeing through such a well devised disguise. Then again, no one from here would be able to put one of such magnitude together, unless he had multiple lifetimes to perfect its defenses. So, how long have you been hunting me, angel?

His lips curled in a snarl that would have sent the strongest fur alive home, screaming like a four year old. My wings curled behind me, every muscle clenching as I prepared to defend myself, but when he mentioned the word 'angel', my thoughts jumped to it, my well trained mind recognizing a flaw in his assumption. Through that recognition, I also realized what he was: a demon, and an old one by the looks of it. I had no guarantee I could take him down in a fight and he hadn't shown me any of what he might be able to do. Currently, defusing the situation was my best choice, and so I tried.

"I am no angel, but much of the stuff you said before is true. I am from here, but my life time has spanned many generations. I haven't been hunting you and I only came here because of top quality reviews. Not here to fight, but I think we'll both end up losers if we do now, considering that we're both clearly trying to fit in."

Lips twitched, but soon the snarl, and thankfully, the sheer weight of his power left. He stared at me and I at him, the both of us taking in every detail of the other, trying to piece together an identity, but after a few moments the tension eased up enough that we found each other talking again.

"If you were an angel, you wouldn't care about staying hidden, for you wouldn't be from here. Perhaps it is coincidence that brought you to my shop, or perhaps it is something more. I am sure you are curious, as am I."

"Curiosity is generally associated with your species, but consider me more than interested, so long as we go in without animosity. I have no doubt of what you are, but I'd like to learn more, and my guess is that the feeling is mutual."

"That it is."

Checking his watch, the hell-spawned feline counted up the hours before promptly dropping his paw again.

"The shop closes in three hours. Meet me here in six and we'll talk."

The invitation was one I would hardly not accept and after a handshake and an exchange of that silly paper called money, I was on my way back to my house to prepare for a meeting I never would have envisioned happening. First, I needed to attempt to contact Kissaki and see if he knew anything about a demonic cat roaming around the planet. Did he have any history of demented or destructive tendencies, an outrageous temper? Perhaps the better questions regarded why he was here and how long he had been around.

Attempting to contact my friend proved fruitless, with no signs of him around anywhere, so I moved onto my own tools, disappearing back into my supernatural library to scour through the thousands of documents available to me. Many of the texts spoke about demons living on the planet for some time, but the feline mechanic never matched any of their profiles. In annoyance, I found myself returning to my physical house with a frown. My watch told me I had less than two hours before our meeting and I chose to take a nap, accepting the fact that I would just have to go in blind.

I woke back up just a few minutes before my alarm clock, rolling out of bed and spending a few minutes to insure that my appearance wasn't ragged. Feeling like I gave off the aura of a dangerous, ancient being well enough, my dragon body made its way back to the driveway. Slipping into the car, I made a slightly anxious trip back to the shop, the sunset providing an eerie backdrop for whatever might lie ahead.

The shop looked completely closed, with all the lights off and the bay doors shut. It was unnerving knowing that I was probably being watched right now by that cat, but I had no idea where his peering eyes might be staring out from. Pulling into the small parking lot, I scanned the scenery for any sign of him, then nearly jumped in shock when I heard a claw tapping on the passenger side door. Slowly turning my head around, I saw his orange eyes peering at me through the window. Cautiously, I pressed the button down that opened the glass and watched as he sent a paw through to unlock the door and then the click as it opened.

My nerves were on high alert and I was quick to begin planning an escape route, but the feline took the seat next to mine with a calm demeanor, his body showing no signs of threat. Trying to relax again after his unexpected arrival, I turned to him and began speaking.

"So, you asked for this meeting. I'm here. What is it that you want?"

The hellcat didn't respond at first. Instead, he simply leaned back in my cushioned seat and flicked down the mirror on my visor. For several seconds, he looked at his reflection, peeling his jaws back to look at his teeth and sending a few claws through his head fur. With his work complete, he finally got around to responding.

"It's been a long time since I've come across someone who might rival me in age and experience, and whenever I do, it worries me. Angels do not care that I left my kind behind in the Abyss for a calmer and less destructive life here; no, all they care about is my origin as a demon. I have had to fight a good few off and every time, I am left with deep scars, both physical and psychological. You might be one of the sneaky, clever types, tricking me into a false sense of security by acting as though you didn't want to take me out there, but I've only ever heard of those kinds in books. All the ones I've encountered would have just as easily blown the entire shop apart just to end me and called the collateral worthwhile.

To put it simply, I'm here to find out who and what you are, as you don't fit the profile I just spoke of. So, who are you and where do you come from?"

I was hesitant to just hand over my life's information and since he had just jumped into my car, I felt like the information should be shared with me first.

"I'd be happy to share, but I think the burden lies on you to go first, seeing as how you asked for this meeting and then unceremoniously entered my car."

"Fair enough, I suppose," he responded after a small pause.

"My name in the tongue you know is Blaise, or Fire Wielder. I'm a hellcat from the Abyss who quickly grew tired of the mindless cataclysm all my peers seemed too happy to enact upon the world. Also, we hellcats aren't exactly at the top of the food chain. So, in essence, I was tired of being pushed around by inferior intellects, so I found a way out and took it. I've been living and hiding in this world since before this country gained independence from Britain.

I've always worked with my paws, whether it was manufacturing some of the first rifles back in the 18th century, to aiding in the Industrial Revolution, to learning all the ins and outs of the first Model T's sent out of the factories. I struggled through the Great Depression along with everyone else. My commitment was always that I would live just as every other fur lived, so as to always be able to relate to those around me. It's far and away the best route to go for fitting in.

So now, I believe you have something to say about yourself."

Opening my mouth, I proceeded to let him know about the same level of information he had given me, from my decision to become immortal to the kind of life I had lived for the last two centuries. He sat there, showing just a bit of intrigue, with his ears flicking back and forth in different directions. Once I finished, he waited a few seconds before looking back at me.

"Care to join me in my office for some coffee? I know it's late, but I would think with our large number of years that we don't care too much about rigid schedules."

"Sure, that sounds nice."

Locking the car up, I followed the feline into the shop, the rattling of keys jingling through the night air before we stepped inside. The space was cozy and warm, but I found myself quite surprised when I stepped through the doorway into his office. The place was dimly lit and spacious, with a couch plenty large enough for the both of them to sit down in. I couldn't help but notice how well Blaise's fur glistened in the soft glow of some flickering candles.

"Sure seems homely for an office."

"Well, that would be because this is my home. I see little reason to spend more money on another place when I like this one the most. Plus, it's helped keep any angels from hunting me down for over a decade."

During this time, I had really taken the time to get a good look at Blaise, taking in both his demeanor and his body. My attraction to males had taken a bit of an extended nap, seeing as how it felt awkward to try hooking up with a guy 190 years your junior, but this hellcat easily rivaled me in age, and could very well be a myriad of years beyond mine. Perhaps it was just the atmosphere, but I felt myself getting a little warm down in my haunches.

Sighing, he sat down on the other side of the couch, offering me a cup of black coffee and a cup of creamer. Taking it from him, I decided to go for it. My claws brushed over his paw for a fraction of a second longer than what would have been normal and I let my eyes stare right into his. I watched as his dark orange eyes flashed in recognition and then drift down to my pants, lingering there for a few seconds before coming even again with my own.

"I must admit that it has been awhile. Hard to find it natural when your only options are some twenty year olds at a bar."

"You're not picky with gender then?"

"Oh, I am. You just happen to be on the right side of that pickiness. However, I don't want to ruin the wonderful scent I have in here and it would make me very annoyed come tomorrow to find spunk stains on the carpet. I firmly suggest moving it to the bay."

I nodded and tilted up the cup of Joe, pouring it all down in one gulp before placing it back down on the nearby table. He followed suit and then began to pull off his clothes, taking little time to get naked before turning to me and raising an eyebrow. Taking the hint, I disrobed just as quickly, figuring that he wasn't really into too much foreplay. As I saw him move into the bay, I couldn't help feeling a bit like a predator stalking his target. Following this urge, I slipped up behind him as he turned the lights on and wrapped my arms around his chest, bringing my muzzle to his neck and letting out a low rumble.

He growled in return but did little to get away, instead pressing up against me and my already hard pole, grinding the small of his back against my tip. My fingers passed over his chest, rubbing up and down over the thick fur he had there, stroking down his sides before settling on his hips. His back was a deep, rich maroon stripe that cascaded down to the tip of his tail, stretching out in stripes to his sides. Underneath it, the color changed to a rusty orange that abruptly shifted back to the maroon halfway down his arms and legs.

His head fur was a gloriously bright gold that also flared out at his elbows and shoulders with one lone patch also extending from the middle of his collarbone to the bottom of his rib cage. Ash black fur grew over his front, flowing down to his inner thighs before spearing out into that gorgeous orange again.

"Shall we hold the formalities and get down to business, or is there something you'd like me to do beforehand?"

Leaning against me, seemingly completely willing to be the submissive one, Blaise thought for a few seconds before letting out a slight moan as I teased a claw over his thick pink shaft. A few seconds later and he pushed against me again, grinding the underside of his tail against my length, spreading some precum onto it.

"I've always wondered what it feels like to be given natural lubrication before being penetrated. Regular lube just never did it for me."

"You mean, with saliva or just excessive grinding until your ass is soaked with my precum?"

"With your tongue, then your cock."

"Have it your way then, you demon spawn."

With that, I let him go and led him to one of the parked cars. Pushing him up against the hood, I lowered myself to my knees, drawing a paw over his length to tilt it downwards, giving it a nice squeeze. Catching the ooze of translucent precum on my tongue, I traced it over his taut perineum, smiling as I felt him tense up. Drawing my tongue back in, I drowned it in my pond of spit before snaking it out again to roam up the muscled passage, stopping to refuel once more as soon as I reached his pucker. When the slick appendage exited again, I curled it up and pressed it against the tailhole, grinning even more so as I felt his sphincter fight me.

Remembering that it had been a long time for the both of us, I took it slowly, settling down the moment I gained a couple inches of entry into his passage. The sound of his claws sliding against the car's hood let me know he was enjoying it and so I pressed in a little bit further. It was a weird feeling, my tongue being squeezed by his walls of flesh so tight that even my skinny member was causing him grief, but as I worked it back and forth, the pressure decreased overtime. I deepened my penetration, pushing the entire length of my tongue into his ass, sliding it back and forth, making sure to put some weight against his prostate.

His pink shaft throbbed against the side of the car, trapped against the metal so that it pointed to the floor. Moving one of my hands to it, I slid a claw down to the tip, teasing the slit there for a few seconds before slipping in. Blaise howled and twitched, but he had nowhere to go to get away. I teased that claw just inside his urethra, gently rubbing the hypersensitive flesh as I drove deeper and harder with my tongue. The passage felt very slick, but still was in need of stretching before I could hope to get inside. Pulling my head back, I slipped one of my digits into my maw, soaking it well. Ceasing my torment on the hellcat's shaft, I used my free hand to lift his tail, finding the hole easily and forcefully sinking my finger into his anus.

Blaise hissed and I rolled my finger around just a tad, helping to soothe the protesting muscles that were causing him pain. I wasn't too sure about the hellcat, but he had given me no reason to be malicious. However, just like one might jump straight into a cold pool to avoid taking forever, I felt that this would move the process forward at a faster rate. To make up for it, I brought my muzzle forward and gently took his ballsac into my maw. Those furry orbs rolled around inside my jaws, my teeth grazing dangerously over the vulnerable testicles, but I was wary to avoid anything risky.

Sliding back to the tip, I gave Blaise a couple seconds to recover before I sunk my finger into him again. I immediately began to work back and forth, loosening up his asshole while slowly bringing up a second digit. My tongue lolled out of my maw and I used to it to sensually caress his penis, enjoying how tentatively he twitched with his sac locked in my mouth. His focus was soon turned back to his ass as my second finger pressed into his tailstar along with the first, forcing him to open even wider to accommodate the pair.

His purr cut off for a short bit only to return with increased fervor as I pressed hard on his prostate, sending shocks of intense pleasure through his body. Soon enough, the passage loosened up to make it easy going for my digits and that's when I knew it was time to move onward. Gripping those two fingers around the tip of his shaft, I pulled downward while slithering my body underneath him. With a soft sigh, he was on his knees, sitting on my lap with his spire right against my lips.

"Relax, you sexy demon, and let me do all the work. Mind clasping your paws together behind your back?"

His posture was questioning, but he shrugged and complied, doing as I had asked. My tail quickly shot up and wrapped tightly around his wrists and forearms, locking them together and pulling downward, arching his back as he was left completely at my mercy. My smile grew wide as I took his length into my muzzle, moaning hotly as a spurt of precum blew into my cheeks. I let his sweet taste tickle my taste buds for a few seconds before I swallowed it and then pulled back. My real intent wasn't just to fellate him for a bit, but to do so with an added, big surprise.

He bucked hard against my tail's possessive hold when the first inch of my tongue slipped into his urethra, but my grip was as strong as my libido and he barely shifted. Taking his tip back into my maw, I held him firmly as my thin tongue continued to burrow down in his slit. I knew how intense the feeling was as I had tried this kind of activity out on myself when I heard of it. Blaise shuddered and mewled, the stinging pain and throbbing pleasure mixing to create confusion. With all eight inches of my tongue probing into his cathood, I swallowed the outside down to his sheath and suckled.

Wriggling my tongue up and down the passage, I literally was screwing his dick with it, fucking deep down into him with each stroke. Rewarded with large amounts of precum, I knew he had to be building up to climax. He no longer fought my intrusion, rather he was humping into it, the ecstasy of such a feeling overwhelming him. Knowing he had to be on the absolute edge, I stopped thrusting and simply let it rest inside his penile passage. Ragged breaths and desperate throbs greeted me, but no cum poured out.

"Why-y-y?" Blaise stuttered out the words anyone would have asked when left so close to orgasm.

"It's not quite time yet." With that, I let his arms go and pulled my muzzle off of him. Bending down, I helped lift his tired body up and pressed him back against the hood of that Viper, moving in behind him. Turning him to the side, I slipped an arm underneath one of his legs and lifted it up. My black length pulsed and dribbled just inches away from his exposed, quivering hole.

"Are you ready?"

The hellcat nodded, his eyes closed in serenity, a slight smile split across his face. Leaning down, I licked over his shoulder as I pressed into him, the tip of my shaft slipping unhindered inside him. I met resistance after the first couple inches, but I pushed harder, determined to sink my shaft fully into him without stoppage. He hissed loudly when I drove the last few inches into him, but he followed it up with a lewd moan and a squeeze of his ass. I saw a long dribble of drool slip from his maw as he breathed out and I knew he was intoxicated with lust.

I maintained my position inside him for a few long seconds, reveling in the tight grip of his ass, but we both wanted more than that and I quickly began to thrust. They were short at first, only meant to stimulate his nerves and prostate, but soon grew in depth as my own dick desired the delicious flesh against it, rubbing and stroking my length wonderfully as I picked up speed and power. I watched as one of his paws braced his body while the other cupped his sac and spire. He panted as he began to fondle his package, refraining from outright jerking off, but effectively teasing himself as I drove the both of us ever closer to a much needed release.

Pre leaked from his feline shaft like a tightened hose, the milky white fluid oozing out in time with his heightened heartbeat. His paw just groped at his crotch, squeezing and rubbing it, his purr rumbling into me as I continued to pull back and push in. I wondered how good it must feel for him, knowing how many years it probably was since he had been intimate with anyone. I brought one of my paws over to his and softly worked underneath it, taking control of his movements as my draconic hand began to lightly rub the flesh covering his tingling nerves.

With both of us groaning, I already knew I wasn't going to be holding back or trying to lengthen our time. As I felt my balls tighten up in anticipation, I thrust into the hellcat even harder, grunting as a surge of heat poured gloriously through my shaft. Digging my claws in, I sank every inch of my dragonhood into his tailhole, moaning out as the first spurt of cum poured into his bowels. Shuddering through my climax, my claws did what they could to fly over his spire, stroking rapidly over his flesh.

His walls clamped down viciously on my still climaxing shaft, the black snake throbbing wildly in its casing as it seemingly emptied every drop from my balls into the receptive feline. He panted underneath me as I finally regained control of my body, his own spunk pumping from his balls out through his slit, his arms bracing hard against the now cum streaked hood. He groaned as his own climax wore itself out, a thin string of saliva slipping out of his gaping jaws before he sucked it back in.

"Been a long time since I was reminded how good that feels, dragon."

I was still short on breath, so I only responded by rubbing his shoulders, remaining inside of him for now, content to let his passage hug my length tightly. Taking a few deep breaths, I licked his neck before finally responding.

"Glad you liked it, you hellspawn. Perhaps this might be more than just a one night stand? I could definitely use a friend and some timely stress relief here and there."

"Well, I don't know about being friends just yet, but you sure drive home a good point. Next week sound good?"

"Same day, time and place?"

"Sounds good enough to me."

And so, I left the shop with a smile as wide as Texas on my face.