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"Please, allow me, dearrr ," - She purred, her warm breath tickling his ear, fur flowing to mesh into his skin as she leaned once more.
One of her fuzzy forepaws adjusted, sliding through the denim to gently caress his navel.
The soft pads probed down, ensuring her domain over his bulge as her sharp pinpricks pierced his pants; letting her surgically begin tracing such deadly grippers around his trapped length.
For her, the notion of barely feeling anything other than the heat of his eagerness did not matter, just the mere thought of him being already eager, prone for her desire, ready for the taking – Oh it was a sensation sweeter than molasses, and stronger than any alloy.
Our most beloved human, still enthralled by the television to prevent himself from facing his new domini : tried to not move an inch, his breath coming in deep, which just served to flood his nostrils with that gentle yet utterly vassalizing scent of pure cinnamon laced with vanilla and a tad of myrrh numbing his mind.
Eventually, he shuddered, as the feeling of her claws, the warmth of her body, the fur mingling onto his being, the hold she had him under; it all overwhelmed him, causing a shiver to spark in the depths of his coccyx overpowering any sense of coldness in his lower body, igniting it.
Despite his best efforts, his hips moved, followed by his torso, causing a dangerous squirm to shake him from head to toe.
Her lips arched up on her left side, showing more of her off-white incisors. The faint movement meant that her dearest mate was seeking more of her touch, more love, more of her .
But what made her growl with pure desire was that his trapped cock fought against his clothes to find even the faintest touch of her claws.
Even if his face showed doubt, his body recognized her as a proper candidate, a recipient for his affections, a recipient for his love, for his mating , and that fact brought so many dreams to her needy mind.
"I can't wait for our first time.” - Her heart skipped a beat as the mental image flooded her, her lips soddening with a quick flip of her tongue. - “Just thinking of it," - A fang buried itself into her plush lower lip as she spoke, barely containing her all-consuming need; preventing that hunter within her from asserting her claim as much as she could, no , should .
Her thick, muscular thighs rubbed together beneath her fur, her wide hips shifted from side to side, searching for any kind of friction to cover up the fire storming her fibers. -"it makes me…" - A throaty, guttural moan came to her as the mental image of through breeding shocked her, perhaps arousing her a little too much.
A soft huff of air came from her as seemingly, enough pressure on her thighs caused her to feel a little rush, her grip tightened on her mate's body for a second, until she noticed the shallower breaths coming out from her prey , which brought a discussion to her mind: Should she just pounce onto him, or should she wait for him to properly know her and willingly choose her as his mate?
Her body had chosen already, the slickness and faintest hint of wetness appearing in her core more than enough permission from her loins to ensure her conquest. But her mind saw another thing, maybe she had to thank her daddy for a proper mind talking to her before doing what’s hers by right.
The silence seemed to indicate something other than what her instincts told her about, the image of her father railing her mother only after she proved to be the strong woman to be his wife, resonated. That was it, she needed to succeed in his test too, just as he'd have to do in hers.
Trailing off, it seemed her civilized self came back in control; she shook her head, ears flapping slightly; and retreated her paw to rest gently on his belly over his shirt, although she kept her smallest digit playing in the line where his shirt and pants met.
Quickly, her body, accepting a few more minutes before it’s due to pay tithe to her ancestor’s favorite activity with their mates; returned to her service.
She nuzzled her head against his cheek, her faux hair providing a silken feeling against his smooth skin.
Inside, as her heart flustered, she wished she could purr as delicately as her lesser cousins, the rumblings of her throat were intense throaty rumbles of desire…
And yet she felt pride in her echoes; as the cat from the bakery came to mind: her rougher sounds weren't from a lack of grace, they were from an innate superiority which explained why he was with her right now, enjoying a proper cuddling only another apex predator could give. She could feel how her reverberations caused him to shiver from hair to toes.
For some of the most degenerate readers amongst you all, the idea of such a moment, of lying in a bed made of fur and muscle, in the velvet box of a Felidae ; sounds like pure bliss…
You might not be wrong.
But the excess of even the mightiest delights one can partake in: is lethal.
Tactically she kept her other paw around him, her soft molded pads against his left side; her sharp, curved claws spread wide, gripping his flesh so that he didn't dare move an inch in any direction that wasn't hers.
It was a frightening experience, the thrill of being claimed so nonchalantly, with the confidence of a hunter that knew its prey couldn't run, if only his stupid body didn't shiver at this, making him grumble with muffled arousal...
He could feel her hot breath against his neck and hear her low growls rumbling in his ears as she held him firmly in place. She was smelling him up, his scent being closely kept in the depths of her instincts.
As he once more began losing battle after battle, squirming on her grasp, pushing onto her, breathing every time in shorter intervals; with his eyes losing track of the television; searching for her, she began racing up once again; her desire growing to feral levels right after abandoning such primal desires.
When she stopped nuzzling his head, her gaze fixated on his eyes, caught by his peripheral view, he knew he was trapped. Soon she slowly began approaching, inch by inch, as if seeking his lips.
She needed to prove herself, but a taste never hurt anybody, right?
Having him be so desperate for her… It was an undeniable proof of his desire, wasn't it?
It was a magnetic attraction, so intense he could feel his every action leading up to this. So profound it was that it took all of his efforts not to fall.
He might consider himself a strong man; but his body was made by The Lord to be the other half of a daughter of Eve, and as such it yearned for her .
With every blink, he saw the pair of predatory eyes cover themselves with the half-lidding of a killer ready to offer him all of her trust if he just let this happen.
Her moistened lips carried a faint ebon shine deeper than her fur's tones; a natural lipstick dying to mark him right before her incisors did.
He couldn't let this happen. Not now. If this were to happen, it needed to do so according to his terms, or he'd once more be left to the desires of one of these beasts, losing his humanity, his will piece by piece, and worse, he wouldn't be any better than those degenerates that used e621 for things other than watching cute alien bitches.
If he didn't distract her soon enough, she'd pounce on him, bite him, mark him, ride him and then marry him in a cat-holic church or whatever they had here; and God would never forgive him for that.
So, how to distract her? You obviously read the previous chapter, you know why he came here, and that seemed like the only opportunity he had to squeeze out of this situation.
His heart beat as his soul gathered the ounces of courage needed, and just as she was approached dangerously close to his lips; he talked:
"And…Prad-"
"Yes, dear?" - Her raspy throat let out near his ear at the first words coming from him, as her needs roused her up. Her grip tightened in preparation for any defiance of her dominance.
"Uh-hmmm, ya-you know, I'm kinda hungry, aren't you?" - He stammered, worried byher still-present claws.
For a moment, her musical giggle filled the room as her ample chest jiggled. - "Of courrrse I am, sweetie…" - She admitted, her desires were clear even as her words implied something different. Her eyes drank in the sight of him trapped beneath her before a claw trailed along his sensitive tip, causing him to shudder. - "Do you wish to feed me, dear~?"
"Of course, yeah, totally," - He managed, swallowing the need to punch (and totally not breed) this beast or say something uncouth. - "but I was actually hoping,” - He then noticed, no, saying that he hoped wasn't gonna cut it, she didn't like that kind of language, he had to be firmer, as firm as his cock right now… Fuck . - “I want us to eat the food you–eh, had for me?"
Her chest was fluttering for a moment, finally, he was beginning to make himself clear, all on his own! It was one of the steps he needed to take to know how to handle her .
For a woman with a mental illness product of her fixation on a perfect human mate, totally unlike other anthros , this was yet another proof of her victory. So she began imagining some of the infinite number of scenarios they could play out now, and yet, as every one of her daydreams became ever so sordid, she had to remind herself that the time was limited.
And yet her smile settled, after all, they'd see each other every day if all went well; so there was no pain in losing the opportunity to indulge in some of her deepest ideas of love today.
One of her index claws played around his chin as she answered. - "I'll get to it love , but first..." - She trailed off, rolling her eyes as he glanced at her.
As he didn't quite get her, she eventually just pushed her lips out.
This time, he understood. One of his fists clenched. Sure, he wasn't gonna not give her what she wanted, did you think he was suicidal or something? But he didn't quite love having women coax him into acting all lovey-dovey... At least not this often... He swore.
Thus, he leaned onto her; she immediately let her ears fall as pushed herself onto him, she pressed her lips against his in a searing kiss, her hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. Her tongue slipped out to trace along his lips demanding entrance into his mouth as he pushed… But he didn't let her into his warmth, merely keeping his depths close, for now . The panther woman let out a soft, pleasured moan at the faintest taste of him, desperately trying to deepen the kiss to taste more.
Why, why couldn't she have his taste over her whenever she wanted?
Her tongue began moving ever so frantically, the rough texture shoving his flesh hard, harder; until she eventually began trying to use her fangs to get him to allow her to savor their love.
Knowing this could only end badly, he applied one of the techniques he had learned in his baker job.
Pat, pat.
His hands gently tapped her underboobs to snap her out of her trance. The predatorial slits on her eyes disappeared while a growl resonated inside her before she reluctantly let him go, not before taking a quick sniff out of him.
The human glanced at her, smiling, more out of politeness than real joy; and yet she was entranced, they both knew the other was aroused by this all; and she knew that he was just a nudge away from finally claiming her as it's due. She'd have that pretty mouth of his open, moaning her name, she just had to be patient.
"Alrright, dear, on it." - She said, finally standing up, and immediately walking to the kitchen. Her quick steps, hammering the flooring loudly; served as relief for the human who now had time to straighten himself up.
With a glance ensuring she was really in the kitchen, he noted how she was bent over, legs spread, checking one of the kitchen counters, if he didn't know any better he'd think she was trying to entice him!
Anyways, he quickly touched himself. Not in that way of course.
Wallet? Check. Cellphone? He didn't have one, check. Clothes? Rustled and with some fur over it, check. Dick? Gone diamonds. Sanity? About to hang itself.
He was alone on the couch, now he had time to think.
Quick? What do you do when you are in a house whose owner wanted to fuck you, could chase you if you ran; and even if you escaped, her neighbors would rape you too?
If you haven't noticed, dear friend, if you're in a situation where your cooperation and their needs are the only things that can be used as bargaining chips; then you're fucked, literally in this case.
Could he distract her with something? Sure, he could always take his pants off and whip his cock around while trying to order her around; but that'd be as effective as trying to help your country by paying taxes. She'd only rut him. He needed something more refined than that, that followed the same principle.
As he trailed off with various ideas that turned into Chris-chan-tier fantasies about dominating the anthros, the TV in front of him kept his eyes stimulated.
After a few minutes, Family Guy ended, and the TV changed to some show about a donkey and an elephant fighting over the size of cages for Golden Eagles coming from the south.
The way they fought over the same thing and had the public enthralled reminded him, if he could have Pradar talking, she would be too occupied spewing infodumps to be able to rape him!
He was such a genius, he just needed to… Well, he didn’t know what he could ask her about. After all, watching Family Guy had lowered his IQ to single digits again.
One of his five neurons kicking around the void inside his skull suddenly popped in a bliss of electrical marvel… A thought . He glanced around, lips pouted, eyebrows tilted like zoolander.
Fuck, he'd asked about all plot-relevant things already. And he wasn't gonna ask her about literature, God knows the kinda of things a lonely 40-year-old cop with family-making desires would read. Probably some Tom Clancy novels or Warhammer fanfics where the aliens got bred; or copious amounts of religious stuff to not end up whoring herself to sate her animalistic needs, which he was inclined to believe since he saw a cross next to the hunting rifle in the wall.
Huh, now he wondered if Jesus sacrificed himself for these little sinners too.
Wait, that's it!
He had to ask her about what he was (partly) here for: Information on how the hell did this world work. He could ask about her religion after she makes him lunch.
He turned the TV off to preserve the -7 neurons he now had and then jumped right out of the sofa.
Then he fell to the carpet since all of his blood was on his dick, but alas! Once he struggled to get up he limped to the dining table, where he had a perfect view of the kitchen while he formulated the questions until he glanced at her .
Over a counter there was a cutting board with one big chunk of steak with a few cuts already made; sprinkled with some rosemary. Oh, and Pradar was crouched, placing a little plastic bag back into a cabinet with a lot of hurry before smiling at him, quickly moving her hips in a pendulum-like motion to trance his eyes while she slid her hands around to store something in the depths of the cabinet.
If he weren't such a nice guy who had never distrusted anyone who wasn't french or a commie he would've thought that she was hiding a speck of confiscated drugs from the police station she had put on their food to ensure he was either unable to fight her back or burning with the need to rut her.
Silly reader, you should never check your food when eating with a fed, they'd never do something like that, that only happens when they check your car. Most likely it was just salt.
Either way, she was trembling for a few moments, looking down before she coughed, winked at him, waved her tail, and then got back to preparing the side for the meat.
It made him think profusely about just what kind of salt she liked to use since she was a beeeg car, ‘till he got distracted, as he saw her using more than three ingredients in a meal, an ability that impressed him thoroughly, it was anathema for him; as his mom only fed him microwaved hotdogs.
Just ignore what Nico had cooked him, he just ate it without a second thought.
Her muscular frame seemed to make short work of every slice, the butcher knife going in smoothly; despite how dull its edge was. Every few seconds she licked her lips, the scent of blood rousing her up in an even more primal way than mere breeding desires, causing her to jank her head to force her eyes to bury into his, as if to catch his soul with pure unabridged desire just how her claws here about to make the wood of the knife's handle snap.
Oh , wait .
Stupid monkey , you were there to stop her from getting feral and ask her questions! Go get your ass up to calm her.
So he obeyed the voice in his mind like he always did.
Never once did he think he was sneaking up on her, her ears were primed, tail swishing too fast, and her breathing quickened, almost becoming a pant, she was expecting him.
The moment he talked she gulped, feeling suddenly trapped in her skin.
“Miss Pradar?”
He had to wait a full five seconds before her claws buried themselves on the cabinet, like an anchor to steel herself as she hummed positively.
“So… You never actually told me, am I the only, y'know, human?” - He managed, after all, if she was born outta a human, but he was kinda being treated like a parade object so there shouldn't be many more.
Shuddering from ears to tail, which flicked almost like a whip against his right leg, she freed some stress. - “Uhm..” - Her brain clearly wasn't working right now, she had to reboot it. - “No.”
Her blunt answer actually comforted him, letting him sigh in relief. Things could only get better from here on out, if there were other humans he actually had a chance to find some solace amongst… Them .
“So ho-”
“Most don't live here though.” - She cut his imagination off, as her voice found an inquisitive tone, like she had studied this thoroughly and was ready to pump the entire rant. - “There's barely a few thousand humans living in the states, hell, there aren't even a million of you, from here to Zhiná. They're mostly-”
“China?” - He perked up, hearing the odd name.
The wood creaked as her claws retracted a little bit. She arched her bow upwards, her black fur somehow looking deeper. - “Yes? Why do you say it like that?”
“Why do you ?”
“Because saying 虫神国 takes too long.” - She retorted, amused by her little mate's obvious lack of knowledge of geography.
He stammered back a step, hands going forth before raising his indexes as he praised: - “First, I have no idea of how you pronounced those symbols, the reader had no idea how to do it; I'm amazed. Second, I have zero clue about what that means… And third,” - He just blinked a few times. - “it's China, like, from the Chink dynasty.” - He proclaimed as the proudest knight from Dunning-Krueger.
This time she just began rising to her full height, hands on her hips, recovering more cognitive capacity with each passing second, as if forgetting her earlier desires, even if it was just because she was too confused to be horny.
Then, not letting her man contradict her, she raised her own right paw, one claw rising as she shook her upper torso from side to side.
“Nu-uh.” - She said, producing a deja vú as she made him remember people who looked very much like her back in his world, quickly feeling comfortable enough around him to talk with less worries. - “You were watching Fox , Tucker Carlswan talks about Zhiná at least once every few hours, ye should know about ‘tis.”
He resisted the urge to cringe or have his brain remind him of that WWE guy who sold himself to the CCP, but, as she was seemingly getting entertained by this back and forth, he continued. - “Sorry, I just watched Family Guy, I have no idea what you're talking about.” - There was a sly smirk on his face, a bit teasing.
Yeah he wasn’t lying though.
Though, almost imperceptibly, her claws flashed out for a mere second.
To finally have an opportunity to tell someone about her interests was amazing, so she quickly turned on the burners of her kitchen to begin heating the pot for the potatoes and the pan for the steaks.
She resisted the urge to clap out of sheer emotion, shuddering as she rose her once forelegs, bent her elbows, paws closing just like her eyes as a low hissing sound exited her powerful lips right when she turned around, regaining her usual mannerisms as she forced her gaze to relax as she met his gaze.
Inside, her ovaries were kicking upwards so she hurried up. She was 40, finally had a human interested in her interests, willing, and he hadn’t run away, calling her slurs, he wanted her, if she didn’t get someone now, she’d never do it.
“Sweetie, you didn't even recognize the flag of your country, weren't humans supposed to be smart, the ultimate lifeforms , the ones made in God's image ?” - She slowly teased him, word per word, taunting him as she invigorated her word by straightening herself, and tilting her snout up, marking the clear physical difference between the two.
While she wanted him to be her mate, her equal, she had to remind him who was the big cat.
Though attacking his pride was enough to get his attention, and a frown, mentioning that last part made his blood boil.
He had to answer somehow, he couldn't be outnigga'd, he swore he'd never let that happen to him again, no bitch could step over his human pride . So he used his ultimate weapon: - “I’m sorry furcuck, manual breathing deactivated.” - With an excessively grave, raspy voice, doing the zoolander face again, absolutely sure of his victory.
The simple command broke her entire charade, shocking her for more than one confusing second before she realized what he had done, earning him a gentle if exasperated giggle. - “That's bettah, love.” - She then loudly breathed out, snorting with a bit of annoyance.
Oh, he'd tell everyone about this victory. Christians 14 - Anthros 0.
Seems like her man wasn’t gonna confront her, letting her speak her mind. She liked that, though she hoped he also displayed the other side a proper mate should have.
As he proved to be quick-witted if nothing else, succeeding in throwing her off, she continued talking as the oil and water heated in the pans. - “Now, anyweh’...” - She shook her head to erase the smirk from her brow. - “Yeah, the zhinese say they’ve gotta lots of humans, but they refuse to show any; Carlswan says that it is ‘cuz only the Xigou…” - she trailed off, and as if ashamed of her slip she raised a paw to her lips before winking at her mate and continuing. - “He says only those in the politburo have access to them.” - She rolled her eyes. - “Personally I think that too, here in the states you have a few in special neighborhoods better guarded than Fort Fox,”
He resisted the urge to say a slur when hearing that, now getting why she had stopped talking for a second.
“and a few places get single humans like celebrities to keep ‘em in check or tah incentivize civic or industrial goals, I don’ doubt them zhinks are doin’ the same.” - She diligently explained, shaking her head with every few words, moving her free left paw too.
Getting a slightly clearer image, he nodded, eagerly.
Of course, this was dystopian as fuck, so he immediately retorted, wary. - “Where do I fit on that?”
Amazingly this surprised her further, more so than when he didn’t recognize the USA flag.
“Well, weren’t you brought for that reason? To be like… A tourist attraction?”
As her head tilted to the side, the sizzling of the oil had begun to pop, so she turned around, but kept her gaze over her shoulder, primed on whatever he had to say, tail swishing almost imperceptibly.
Remembering that telling people that he just woke up drunk in a world of horny beasts sounded too much like he used drugs or something and gave her a reason to search him up ; and we all know where that’d lead. - “If that was the reason then I have a motive to stop praying today.”
Her tail flickered quickly.
Sadly he had no idea of what that meant, he wasn’t a cat guy.
Duh.
“I tho-uuuu~ght ya... Were sent from the—human—state to here, as a – gift?” - She admitted, suddenly feeling out of place.
“Ah mean, every life is a gift.” - He half-joked, raising his shoulders as he decided to take a seat on the kitchen table, suddenly very interested at the mention of a human state .
Can you believe it? He could maybe find a home there, where there are people, actual people .
A growl escaped her. - “You know what I mean.” - But there was amusement in her tone, adoring that her mate enjoyed teased her too, ignorant that this was just so that she kept her panties on under that cute dress of hers, at least partly.
“I really don’t.”
She searched for any amount of dishonesty in him, any hormonal shift… Nope, pure just scent of an eager male ready for breeding, and… The smell of doe from an hour ago… and the cat… and a few more animals… and herself too!
“How?”
He glanced to the fourth wall for help.
“I just don’t, I’m not from this whole place, I live in a place of only humans, keeping animals as pets or food.” - He was as sincere as he could, leaning onto the table, hoping to also be abstract enough to not get anally probed for coming out of another world.
Imagine it, if he told her that there was a dimension full of humans: she’d contact the authorities and they’d dissect him until they managed to open a breach there!
This was just like in… Well, he swore there had to be a movie with a similar premise.
This just seemed to further confuse her. Her ebon-furred brows clenched down as her tail moved less and less.
“So you are from the Human state, then.” - She rationalized.
“I wouldn’t call the US the human state, but, yeah, sure.”
“This is the US, though.” - Her index claws pointed to the floor.
As she said this, the panther finally let go of a slice of meat onto the oil, covered in spices, garlic, dotted on estragon and with a drop of a yellow butter-like substance. A delicious mouth-watering aroma danced through the air immediately, salty and inviting.
After this she turned around and stared at him, demanding an explanation.
“Yeah? And I come from here.”
“But you just told me you live where there’s no anthros.”
“Correct.”
“Then you’re from the human state.”
Again, he didn’t wanna get dissected for saying the wrong words to a fed, so he casually nodded negatively.
Obviously she rolled her eyes, but quickly a sly grin grew on her face, her headfur swinging as she muttered whimsically. - “Oh, forgive me, I intended to say ‘The land of Esau’, the ‘home of all humans’. Is that better, dear?” - She finished off the last question with a shake of her hips, meant to entice him. Her mate probably had listened to her slips, or gotten a look at the books in the living room.
This human was still teasing her , oh, cheeky man, her man.
He gave that movement as much importance as he could, since what she said was secondary to the amazing way that fabric clung to her, leading to the gentle slope of her toned abdomen, hiding just the right amount of – delicious – pudgyness to mark her fertility, and how below her tail dock h-... Esau ?
He rose an eyebrow.
Like any good human, he’d gone to church enough times to have that name ringing in his head, yet since he always slept on the back while the priest talked he couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
“I… Think I have a cousin below the border called that.” - He muttered, trying to get what she was getting on, but his confused tone came out as playful.
This was akin to someone spiking her drink with ecstasy because her tail went up and she put the stove at maximum heat so she could turn around and gaze at him, eyes dead set on his, lips and jaw keeping composure while the rest of her body showed utter excitement. Then she purred: - “Oh I-know! And you have anothaaa~ah♪ one called Jacob, who’s a lawyerr; am I wrong, dear?”
While she was obviously being playful, he didn’t quite get the joke.
That said, he might be an asshole, but only because he was stupid, not because he was mean by nature. So he giggled and shared that warm stare with her for a minute, which she took as permission to keep going.
“And another one called Elijah who’s a rich CEO…” - She began counting on one of her paws.
Remembering the Fallout New Vegas guy he nodded. - “I do know someone like that.”
She took a step further. - “You don’t like pork…” - Raising another claw.
Not true, but, hey, he preferred beef, so he didn’t deny it.
Her hindpaws tilted, allowing her to increase her size a few centimeters, as her arms began flexing, and her fores clenched as she kept on her oddly playful list.
“You wear funny hats…”
I mean, he’d worn an ushanka when he thought that blasting the Soviet Union anthem was funny, right before he got introduced to the world of touching grass.
“Sometimes, dear.” - Calling her that so she didn’t pry into - what - hats he’d used.
“You say you don’ control the media.” - She cocked an eyebrow as she began closing the gap, faster.
“We do, though.” - He hammered, after all, there was no denying that CNN and Fox were in all countries that had drinkable tap water, and even some that didn’t.
This one admission seemed to make her heart stop, as her teasing tone began faltering, replaced by long sighs of relief.
“And you love money .” - She hammered, as she sank her arms on the table but sank her claws onto the wood, resting her massed breasts onto the surface while her body tensed. She was prepared to jump across the dining table into him, or to just hear him.
Our hero, though, just shrugged and opened his arms, palms open. - “I mean, who doesn’t?” - He cheerfully proclaimed, with a smile on his face, he still had no clue what she was referencing, but it made her happy; it was a bit more entertaining than getting SA’d; and it felt like an actual — if very odd — conversation.
Finally, she just blinked, and then stared up, as if thanking God himself.
“I’d never expect my mate to be a human who can joke about himself to make me happy…” - She began whispering, loud enough for him to catch over the growing sound of steam escaping the pots. - “To have a human renounce his widely known pride just for me and my tastes. Even if some consider them anthrostatian .”
With kitty eyes, she then implored for some validation, and his first reaction was to do what had worked before, get his right hand to slowly caress her chin and left cheek, bringing his thumb up and down across her fur while they both shared a sincere yet surprisingly warm exchange of looks.
Nearly her entire weight shifted to feel him as much as anthrolly possible, he had to grab the table with his other hand to let him properly give her care, using all the strength he had to give what she desired.
Every so often she closed her eyes as she enjoyed this, her weight shifting again as her legs gently moved a little, ensuring a low friction that ensured her thighs were warm for him , her fur mated with just the finest steam of need.
But just as quickly, she opened them up, to silently plea for more, for his fingers to touch her lips, for him to utter orders, coos, praises and reassures of love.
There was something hypnotic in her eyes, the powerful enveloping slits surrounded by a honey-tinted shine. They were a contradiction, a submissive longing for his gentle love, as anyone who was in the face of their beloved has shared; and a warning, they were playing the life , the game of domestic care, as an entire antebellum for when she inevitably begins claiming him in force.
Her rumbles, how her tail flicked against his legs, coiling to prevent her heat from expanding to her mind, it was all so palpable.
Slowly, her other paw reached to cup the back of his caressing hand, to trap this in their shared love, her claws slowly raking over his fingers as a dead man’s switch to ensure his continued attention.
That heady aroma of concentrated, aged need; mixed with her oils, her womanly perfume, and the meal soon to come, all an intoxicating deluge of joy. Every breath became a fight not to gasp for more.
What he had was power, a strong hunter, a mass of need, primal energy contained into a woman who was more than eager to enjoy her human, who showed her kindness, reciprocated her hunt, and wanted more of it .
She was showing him more respect, love, devotion, that she wanted a real relationship, than any other furbag. Why shouldn’t she be the one who actually deserved to be welcomed as his bedmate? The one where that contact would be something other than a transaction?
Behind her gaze, she was feeling secure, she was showing him how a true predator hunted for a mate and won .
Inside his mind, he reached a conclusion: – Eventually, he MIGHT let her. – Not now, but eventually, maybe… Perchance . He knew, if he just let her get carried out, it’d mean that he’d just lose the opportunity to prove to Nico that he could actually have a friend, even if for a time; and he’d also lose the opportunity to ask her today about what she just told him of the human state.
Doing yet another inhuman effort, he suddenly got back into himself, noticing just how he was leaning forth, dangerously close from her lips, so he quickly mustered whatever excuse he had to back down.
“Lady, I’m here to learn from you and eat from your palm… Bah, paw , you don’t have to worry ‘bout me ever demeaning about your-eh tastes ,” - She smiled, big, showing her lines of maulers, incisors trembling for the opportunity to get his neck. It was merely a taste, but it was enough tenderness to get her engine rumbling. Such a pity that he demolished her hopes of laying before lunch. - “but, I got really hooked on what you told me about ‘my country’.” - He softly cooed.
She relaxed from her hunting position, slowly turning her whole demeanor into fitting a disappointed, irritated, longing stance, but she couldn’t deny him her love; could she?
With ushered steps she picked her phone up from the kitchen’s counters… A little machine as big as his face. Kinda fitting for a beast who would top the NBA charts if she played ball.
Her brows were on a permanent frown, paw clenching, irking him to get over this quickly, her luscious fur on her legs a bit disheveled as she kept rubbing them, though now it was to control herself.
Then, she put the screen on his face, straight up, and just showed him what he recognized immediately as a wikipedia page.
“Esau - Officially the State of Esau, most commonly known as ‘The Human State’.” - It read, she was right, but what intrigued him was the image right underneath the first wall of text.
The shape.
That damned shape and its location.
He quickly grabbed her phone and then began scrolling, forced to use his nails to do so since this phone seemingly didn’t work with his fingers, to find the history section.
“Earliest records - blah blah blah - Late Antiquity and Roman dominion” - He rested there, thankfully the Romans did exist. - “Late antiquity and the medieval period” - Then, his eyes widened. He couldn’t believe it. - “Modern period and the rise of humanism in the levant.”
There was no denying it. He desperately let the phone down onto the table and then immediately looked around him, to see if he had any bags of gold around his neck or fake ones to protect the real ones. Then he stared at Pradar. He wanted information about this world, but this… How could he ever outlive this?
He was shell-shocked, defeated.
Still holding onto the purest dose of copium this world had ever seen, he quickly asked: - “By any chance, do all humans have— uh, funny noses?”
Again, his utter lack of any restraints, laced with the wonderful promise of a sense of humor that sought hers (as she interpreted this): got her out of her brooding.
With a few blinks, her tail began moving like normal, in slow graceful tilts. Her back straightened, our sarge regaining her usual demeanor to keep with her predestined hunt.
She giggled, of course, enjoying the theatrics of his dearest mate, and quickly leaned down to press her lips onto the curve of his neck, imprinting yet another midnight kiss onto his skin. - “Sweetie, only those guys on 4chan say that about your kind.” - Literally brushing the idea off with a wave of her paw she squished her legs together once more; her smirk growing. - “I think you’ve got a verrrry cute snout, dear.”
A gentle tilt in his lips came to be, betraying a flutter in his heart.
All while he stared into the figurative camera, eyes open, bags forming, mouth agape. A thousand yard stare devoid of any soul.
While the previous revelation might’ve shaken his soul from its base, this one obliterated his fickle sanity.
That place existed here too.
God truly had abandoned him.
It was a matter of time before he began getting posted there, then the vices that tied him down in the other world would contaminate him here, it’s over.
Slowly he placed his right hand on his forehead, elbow landing on the table as he sighed.
“Awww dearr, there ain’t no need to act like that, boo,” - She whispered, cradling his face with her paws as she saw him go a bit too overboard with this whole game of wishing for her attention, so she dropped the sultry tone again, letting her ebonics come to light after nearly a an entire day of repression. - “ah swear there’s no rrreason why yo gotta be all gloomy, even if ya come from ‘ere. For me you’re still all mah precious American human mate!” - To finish it off she pressed herself onto his side, forehead onto his right ear, powerful arms cradling him again, breasts pushing onto his elbow while her tail danced tenderly.
The psychological trauma quickly left as the onslaught of pheromones forced their way once more, polluting his airways, collapsing his internal organs; trying to rewire him into his biological duty.
His whole body feeling the need once more, to cuddle a little bit closer. And she felt it.
Even with her eyes closed, the scent of searing meat would never overcome the scent of her human’s meat . Her mouth watered once again and she giggled. - “Yo rreally can’t help yarself, can’t ya?” - Her voice dropped an octave.
Thick, hard, sweet. Oh it was precious, she could feel the acrid perfume of a well-used cock, it made her feel something amazing on her depths, in the back of her mind and the top of her womb. It was the magnificent need to breed . This feeling that had haunted her for years while she saved herself for this opportunity: finally letting loose.
But.
Oh those other animals had felt it too, her mate’s body, his nails, his fingertips, his mouth, lips, tongue, his asscheeks, his cute pucker, his cock, his semen .
It ignited a possessive fury that raged from her lungs, contaminating her heart, darkening the ichor flowing through her veins.
“Dearrr,” - She purred, her head trembling a little bit, her glans salivating a lot, a few droplets travelling the fur of her snout and falling to his collar.
Sllllsh… It seeped down, and down, she could glance down and stare at how it finally reached the edge of his pubes barely escaping his pants, covered by his shirt, and a single particle of need reached her nostrils, and she gasped, hard.
While the back and forth kept her entertained for a while, and she was a big kitty, who knew how to behave, how to wait patiently for what was hers, she would not wait any longer. Her body needed a taste.
That mouth of his had been just the appetizer.
Her left paw lunged down, and when he reacted, snapping his body forward, as if trying to cover himself from her assailer, she reacted, as the predator she was.
A shock came to her whole spine, painfully, when her index had reached the zipper.
“Pradar?” - He pleaded the moment he felt her right paw’s claws circling around his windpipe.
“Silence, mate.”
It was a gruff order that came without any thought, only what her biology demanded.
The faint rustle of fabric in his crotch was all the consent she needed.
A smile from side to side, showing all of her maulers, decorated her face, her void-colored delight of fur contrasting with the salivating, brilliantly off-white collection of spears desperate for the kill.
Then, her left paw just took, ripping the button away, forcing the teeth of the zipper open, revealing the sweet colors and shadows of his bulge under his boxer. - “Forrr me? You shouldn’t have, love” - She teased, imitating an old smut book from her collection.
While she had seen it from afar many times now, thanks to his horrid work, having it so close, wafting an air that exudes the male desperation for his female , for his wife, his mate, his owner, kittymomma and lover…. Oh it was orgasmic.
She could feel her wetness seep into the edges of her panties, at finally being able to just sheathe her claws into that flimsy cover, gnashing the elastic of it, nearly slicing all of his pubes away too.
Her whole bravado melted to let out a delighted mewl when she felt the steamy, wet length of her love slapping his pawpads, the feeling of such a declaration of intent, of desire; bringing her to a momentary nirvana.
It was a darker tone than the rest of his skin, shining as if oiled by the mixture of cocksweat and the deluge of precum spent from their games, fully erect, standing proud of her, his spade-shaped purplish-reddish tip inviting, delicious.
Who’d know that human pheromones were so captivating?
All of those smut books and fanfics were nothing to having her prized stallion… No, her prime apex predator , her mate like this.
More drool fell, this time purposefully aiming it to fall right on his engorged head, covering his lovely scent with hers, sliding more and more lube down, coating his nutsack, enamorating his flesh as he writhed in pleasure at the sensation of her warm spit feeding his heat.
With a rough shove, her right paw slammed him back further, he was not to interfere, her left one gripped him by his hips, also sheathing her claws into the fabric.
“Let us enjoy this, love, cooking got me all hungrry.” - She moaned, desperate, as the blades pushing into his neck dripped blood down. Then she growled, before going silent as she opened her maw, imitating how her ancestors hunted.
With a loud fwoop her body thrusted down, her tongue padding the most dangerous of her fangs, lost was the grace of the housewife, this was a hunter feeding herself.
Meeeeew, nyyyyp!
Her tail whipped and caused a glass to fall down, cracking in two cleanly, only a few shards of glass escaping the flawless accident.
Oh she didn’t know what sound to make. Her whole body short-circuited. Would she roar in delight and suck more and more, or squeal like a schoolkitty in delight at tasting what she sought for decades?
Both, she did both.
Even her fur felt hot to wear, she only wore her dress and her other clothes because she knew that her mate had to open his present himself later.
Piston her head down she did, hard, multiple times, doing what was the closest thing as purring she could, ensuring that her mate and her body knew that this was the ultimate pleasure, the step below properly mating , this was the first taste of the rest of her days.
Gluck, gluck, gulp . His cock stiffened even more as she bent it to get the tip to enter the hallways of her throat, her tongue lavishing him, the coarse surface ensuring that every cell got stimulated.
That sheen of saliva she’d dropped all over his cock was a wonderful lube that let her envelop him in one go.
If there was any leftovers from previous intercourses she swallowed them all, along with a few loose pubes and the sweet droplets of precum spread all over him.
Only one protest screamed in her mind, the sweat of his cock intertwined with her saliva was a limited commodity that she devoured, desperately, growing it scarser, forcing her to be greedier, slurping harder and harder to coax his body into giving her more.
Her lips had started closing down first at the tip with the first suck, gripping harder with every inch that she travelled. If her powerful tongue hadn’t cleaned his puss-breaker then her lips ate all that might’ve been left, all of his delicious flesh getting eaten, her inner muscles pressing down to massage every ridge.
She created her own cocktail of the precum that landed on her tongue and her saliva, desperately shoving down lower and swallowing it with need. Every gulp caused her eyes to twitch, her tail to spike up, and her sweat glans (the human inheritance that crowned her as a daughter of their legacy) to work overdrive, drenching her fur, starting from underneath her headfur down to her paws.
Sweet, salty, acid, sour, oh how the flavors blended and ensured that she enjoyed every single millisecond of having him inside her, promising a wonderful session later.
This was a bit difficult to do, though, she was sucking him from the side, his girth now opened her mouth up, causing her saliva to escape too much, and her breath to become labored as his scent intoxicated him.
Finally, after minutes of torturing herself, her shaking body into that desperate sessions of headbuts that slowly went further down his cock; her lips touched his base. Her nose wrinkled a little bit, a giggle rumbling deep and raucous as his pubes tickled her.
From beneath, her tongue went and traced the edges of his testicles, where she found a deluge of sweat for her to enjoy. The tip of her tongue moved from side to side, her lips pushing out as much as they could to catch the edges of his wrinkly skin.
When she finally calmed down as she started enjoying herself properly, she looked up, to where her mate’s neck was bleeding. He was trembling, open-mouthed, tongue out, gasping for air, his own eyes fighting to go inside his skull. This is what she wanted, mutual pleasure.
Now he was pliant, though, a docile mate receptive of her uses and abuses.
So, the paw on his hip retreated, and went creeping down her dress, lifting the hem, two claws pulling her edge of her panties to the side and creeping into a warm, small and needy entrance. She didn’t even bother to pull her claws back, the more touch she got, the better.
Meanwhile, her mouth retreated, pulling the 10k PSI suction with her. Her natural lipstick smeared all of his cock the color of her flesh. Now who could challenge the claim she had on him?
No one, and that was the whole idea of this.
As any hunter attacked to kill , she did this to claim . Now everytime that he got sucked off he’d remember her lips and tongue , everytime he felt something with an edge, that pricked, he’d think of her claws and teeth . Whenever he felt pain, pressure, weight, he’d think of her body . This was just one of the tastes he’d get.
His poor, overstimulated cock was too weak to resist her.
By the time her lips had locked around the underside of his cockhead, her dexterous tongue licking the frenulum in the search of any stored precum, his hips were thrusting forward subconsciously.
Either she was too good at this, this poor man was in love with her, or the hordes of animals had weathered his endurance down.
Any of those was good enough.
Oh reading so much porn for so many years had given her so many ideas.
Everyone back in the station had to apologize for mocking her for enjoying all of those human-feline stories and wearing her FDA-approved human-luring perfumes. After so many catfishes, so much roleplay, of torturing herself and crying everynight at failing at the only thing her mother had asked of her.
Four fucking decades of celibacy and now she had the man of her dreams.
If she wasn’t so horny she might’ve thought that this was pathetic.
When she pulled back fully, she stared at how her mate’s slit was dripping thicker and thicker juices, droplets of taste with a streak of white in the middle.
“Just five minutes, darling? I’ve seen you last for half an hour…” - Her smile went sour, her claws around his neck tightening for some seconds, his flesh ceding to him, his cock went softer for a second and he squealed, oh the primal danger reflexes and intense pain of this overrided any pleasure in but a flick.
“Ghnm-nnno!” - He pleaded, not knowing what he was denying, he only knew he was in pain and pleasure.
Seeing this reaction for some reason elated her, her smile returned, her coarse tongue pricked and cleaned from the underside of his cock to the slit, and she swallowed the treat. - “You’re right, d-ah~! — Darling…” - She moaned, as the hand working her cunt touched her clit too hard. - “You’re just enjoying your future wife too much.”
Remembering something from one of her favorite pornos, her lips closed in from above and then puffed a bit of air into his cockhole.
Immediately her mate slammed himself down, escaping the grip of her relaxed claws, and his arms shot to grab her ears like they were handlebars.
She bit on her own flesh hard at this feeling, but when she noticed that his hip thrusts got his cock to impact her face multiple times, she understood. Pleasure had won over the pain and he decided to enjoy himself with her.
Yes, yes, yes ! – This was all that she wanted! Immediately she opened her maw up, and her mate, totally lost in his lust, started fucking her maw, as hard as he could.
Anon couldn’t even start to think about the feeling of her teeth scraping at his skin, or how his balls impacted her chin, eliciting arches of indescribable feelings to tear his spine down.
Glahmnpf… Glup… Mmphh…~! - That desperate cockhead pierced any resistance she might have, she tried her hardest to suck and be a pliant bitch, but he was too forceful, just like she needed, she wanted her mate to resist her and take what was his. She just limped over him, letting him use her mouth however he wanted, not opposing any resistance, her jaw even going slack, just moving to suck his tip and base, letting her tongue do all the job of trying to pull his cum out
Then, she noticed. He was taking her, as his mate, she was submitting to him. Finally, he was doing what he should’ve done, from the beginning. Each determined tug, squishing against her gums and the roof of her hot mouth, hitting the back of her throat… Oh no, oh no!
"HHHNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!!" - She roared, as one of her clawed fingers entered, product of her desperation, deep into her pussy, as she realized with orgasmic bliss, that she was getting treated how she dreamt.
Their wet, loud and primal sounds must be fucking over every one of the neighbors, but it was nothing compared to the raging inferno of moans suppressed inside her, mostly thanks to how she was getting facefucked, letting out smooth Mpphs! instead.
Nothing could best this moment, all that was lacking was the cherry on top, her reward, her cream.
Cum, cum please, please love, do it for me, for your mate, force me to choke in your sperm, let me swallow your children down ! - She wanted to scream, instead she just looked up at him, blinking as hard as she could, humming like she was saying “Yes”.
Our man, lost to the pleasure of having someone finally love him the way a (reluctant) bottom like him should, just took this as the bitch needing more pacifying.
To which his body quickly replied with a soft ‘no’, instead forcing him to move faster, ramming the panther’s head into his groin, his flesh getting sore, red, damaged, even bleeding where her fangs impacted above his cock’s base.
He was ready, and he didn’t care for permission, he would’ve done this regardless.
She was already swallowing over what she would, what she could, despite the training she did with those fake cocks.
When her mate finally gripped her like he hated her she understood that this was finally it.
His two hands gripped his headfur with titanic force, each pulling to one side of his hips like she was wearing pigtails, shoving her to deepthroat his cock, and oh then he didn’t warm her.
It hurt, his savage thrusts had left bruised flesh inside, on her palate, on the back of her throat.
She barely felt his cock pulsate inside her warmth, splurting a sweet balm to calm down her injuries.
Cum.
The feeling made her cunt flutter, her inner muscles giving out, and a slow stream of juices freeing themselves, creaming herself.
Slllrrrrppppp - She let out, before a snotty, heavy and disgusting sound escaped her nose as cum traveled from the back of her throat to there, dripping down her snout.
Throbbing, he pushed most of it down, and she swallowed, dutifully, that life nectar tethered her to life itself, telling her that she did good, this is what she was owed, what she should enjoy.
Thick like molasses, hot like molten glass, delicious like honey.
Five spurts was all she got before she pulled out with tremendous force, revealing that she only let her mate overpower her. Her movement letting the last globs of his precious seed decorate her face, just perfectly coating her in his scent and flavor, a few loose splurts falling to his own cock.
No matter, they’d serve as the perfect kitty-making lube.
She pulled up, standing up, revealing how the front of her dress, and her whole legs had gotten their fur matted a darker black that shined with a wet, transparent sticky liquid that fell down in heavy drips.
There was no time to think.
“Mate, please, fuck, I don’t care, just take me, now! I want your kittens, let’s make more humans and panthers together, NOW!” - She roared, desperate, as her paws flew to her panties, pulling them down to expose her wet cunt, her pubic jungle matted in delight, revealing thick strands of grool uniting her pussy and the ruined panties, with the fabric nearly transparent with how much of her climax coated it.
It was a beautiful rose, made to please him, to house him, to grip him and devour him. A perfect killer and mate, a predator made for ensuring their lineage. Her fat cuntlips weren’t symetrical, but they were muscular, and were pulsating, opening and closing down in preparation.
Anon didn’t know how to react, post nut clarity hadn’t even hit.
They both stared at eachother, one drunk in rage and lust, the other just confused and pleased.
They were going to fuck like animals, though, that was assured.
If only, though.
A scent other than their shared needs came to their noses, it was the meat, it was burning.
Not their meats, though.
“Oh heavens, our lunch!” - Pradar, gasped, her housewife mode coming back in full force, as her womb punched her for taking a step back from their intimacy.
But as she ran to the counters of the kitchen, she exchanged one glance with Anon.
This wasn’t over, after lunch, they’d continue this, hard and heavy .