Yarolika paced her den, panting heavily as her paw circled her dripping pussy. 'This heat is a curse and a thrill,' she hissed to herself, sharp claws flexing. 'I want a hard cock buried deep, but no tom will own me.' Her lapping juices left a musky trail, making her horny beyond reason.
She slipped into the night and nearly collided with Blackberry. 'Well, if it isn't the shadow-stalker himself,' she purred, voice laced with wit. 'Your tail's twitching like you know exactly what I need.'
Blackberry's eyes gleamed. 'And you're dripping enough to flood the river, Yarolika. Bold of you to prowl so openly.'
'Bold gets results,' she shot back, circling him. 'Lie still or I'll make you.' She ducked beneath his tail without hesitation, her tongue lashing his balls then delving into his ass with fierce strokes. Blackberry let out a trembling moan, legs quaking.
'By the stars—your tongue's wicked,' he gasped.
'Wicked enough to make you beg,' she replied, strong and unyielding, licking harder until his cock emerged hard and throbbing. She shifted to a blowjob, sucking greedily while her own pussy grew wetter, juices dripping down her thighs. 'Feel that? I'm in control here.'
Sweating, panting, they tumbled into the grass. Blackberry's cock pressed against her ass as she mounted him backward, guiding him into her slick heat. 'Fuck me like you mean it,' she demanded, riding with powerful thrusts. He thrust up, their bodies slamming together until she came with a yowl, cum spilling as they collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap.
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