Yarolika paced her den, claws flexing as she rubbed furiously between her paws. Her pussy was soaked, dripping with forbidden heat, the heavy musk of her arousal thick in the air. 'This cursed season,' she hissed, voice sharp with frustration. 'I need a hard cock, but the clan would never allow it.' Horny and aching, she rose and slipped into the night.
She nearly collided with Blackberry, his dark pelt gleaming under moonlight. 'Blackberry,' she purred, eyes flashing with clever fire, 'your tail's twitching like it hides secrets. Care to share, or shall I discover them myself?' Her tone was strong, commanding—no submission in her stance.
He arched a brow, smirking. 'Bold words from the fiercest she-cat in camp. What game are you playing, Yarolika?'
'One where I win,' she retorted wittily, circling him. In one fluid motion she ducked beneath his tail, tongue lashing his balls and ass with fierce hunger. Blackberry's body jolted; a loud, trembling moan escaped him as his cock hardened instantly.
'By the stars—your tongue is wicked,' he panted, sweating, legs trembling. Yarolika didn't yield; she took control, delivering a slick blowjob that left him gasping. Her own pussy dripped onto the grass, wet and throbbing. 'That's right—get harder for me,' she growled between licks, horny and relentless.
He came with a shuddering cry, cum spilling hot across her muzzle, but she was far from finished. Mounting him with powerful grace, their bodies collided in an explosive rhythm of panting, sweating flesh, her ass grinding back as fresh waves of pleasure built toward an even greater release.
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