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“Bad,” he growled.

“Yes, I’m bad,” she replied.

With taloned hands he ripped the ribbons off her body, earning a gasp from her. Her breasts spilled free, and he pushed her down on her back, pulling one leg to his other side so that she was fully open in front of him.

The full scent of her arousal hit him and he felt his brain shutting off, the beast side of him fighting to take control. His abnormally long tongue had a life of its own, pushing against his sharp teeth, impatient to be let out and taste her. He loomed over her, covering her body with his but not touching her yet, and looked at her one last time. Her dark brown eyes were expectant and excited, no sight of hesitance or fear in them. Never fear.

Finally, he opened his mouth, letting his tongue free. First he licked her neck, the point of his tongue sliding up to cradle her round cheek. He slowly moved down her body and his tongue followed him, licking her chest and wrapping around her right breast like a tentacle. He squeezed her tit with it, its point tickling her nipple.

Faint, light moans left her full lips, her eyelids closing slightly as if trying to focus only on the sensations.

While his tongue moved to her left breast, he covered the right one with his hand, loving the feeling and weight of it in his palm, squeezing. Unable to resist, he lowered himself to her left tit and took her brown nipple in between his sharp teeth, biting down gently on it. The contact made her back arch, a long, quiet moan escaping her lips.

Reluctantly, he let her tits go and began moving downwards. His tongue passed over her chubby stomach, over her smooth skin until it reached her wet center. Her legs opened more on instinct, ready for him. She tasted sharp, sweet, delicious. The human let out a screech as he wrapped his whole mouth around her cunt, his tongue burrowing inside her. He pushed in, twisting and reaching depths not physically possible by any human tongue or cock.

“Yes, there, please,” she moaned.

Her pussy creamed around his tongue as her arousal grew, and he greedily ate her up, like a starved beast. Her walls clenched and her sounds became breathy, but when he felt her coming closer to her release, he pulled his mouth and tongue away.

Whines left her lips, but not even her batting eyelashes would make him stray his course. She needed to be punished, so that was what he’d do.

A slit in his furred crotch opened, revealing his hard cock, ready to take her. Grunting, his patience fighting against his beastly side, he moved up her body, kneeling over her head. His heavy cock slapped her face and she opened her mouth on instinct, tongue reaching out to taste him. Grabbing her jaw, he guided his cock in her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Her tongue twisted around his thick length, throat clenching around his tip as she gagged.

He wrapped his big hands around her cheeks and kept her in place as he buckled his hips into her. She was so warm and wet, and couldn’t fully fit him, but she was eager to take as much of him as she could, occasionally pushing her own face further forward as if testing her limits.

She gagged and moaned around him, the vibration pleasing him as much as the tightness of her mouth. He bucked his hips faster, watching as the human’s eyes rolled back, and when he felt his balls tighten, he pulled out—her spit leaving a trail behind—and took a step back to come on her breasts, painting her skin.

She smiled up at him, her lips a mess of spit and pre-come. She didn’t taunt him with words, but those eyes he knew so well now silently asked him for more.

He settled himself between her thick thighs once again. He put his cock against her pussy, tip brushing against her folds, and pushed his hips forward in an upward movement. Instead of slipping in, his cock brushed between her fat lips until it flicked her clit, and she gasped in surprise. He repositioned himself and repeated the motion, again and again. Every time his tip bumped against her clit, her body would tremble and her breath would catch, followed by a little whine.

“You’ve been bad,” he growled. “You don’t get to come.”

He pulled back again, put his cock between her lips and pushed upwards until it flicked her clit once more. She whined louder now, clearly frustrated.

His hands reached forwards, spreading his come over her breasts like a cream, using his taloned fingers to pinch her nipples as he pushed forward again and their most sensitive parts came in contact once more. She shook, her whine turning into a half scream, and her legs curled on instinct, but he still didn’t give her what she wanted.

She squeezed his hands as if telling him to continue, but he pulled his hands away instead. He kept teasing her clit with his cock, until she became a whiny mess, her body trembling with frustration and need each time they touched.

“Please, please,” she whined repeatedly, too far gone in her arousal to even know what she was begging for.

He wanted to tease her more, to make her cry with need, but it had been too long for him, too, and he needed to feel her—fully feel her.

She let him move her around like a toy, picking her up and turning her around, sitting her on her knees with her back to him. He picked up an intact piece of ribbon from the floor and tied her arms behind her back.

The woman whined softly when he grabbed her by the thighs and picked her up, positioning her over his cock. Her back and arms brushed against the fur of his soft chest and round stomach, her warmth seeping into him. But it wasn’t enough—he needed to be closer to her, he needed more.

In one swift motion, his dick slipped between her folds and into her warm cunt, so wet and ready for him that it opened around his cock without problems. He jumped her up and down his length, like a doll, as if she weighed nothing. Her voluminous coils obscured the view of her face, but he knew she had her eyes closed, mouth open in blissed shock. She cried out every time he hit the deepest part of her, and gasped when he pulled her up.

“Bad,” he growled again, his beast not letting him say anything more elaborate.

He wanted to tease her, to punish her, but her warm walls around him, desperately squeezing his cock, had him chasing his release again, not minding whether she finished too or not.

The room was filled with her moans and high-pitched whines, and the lewd sound of him fucking her. She screamed loudly and shook in his arms, her walls clenching around him as she came.

Feeling himself getting closer, too, he put her down on the floor again—face down, ass up—, his cock still inside her, slipping a hand under her head so she wouldn’t rub her face against the carpet. He leaned over her, caging her with his body, and began thrusting into her pussy like an animal, quick and harsh. Mixes of their juices and creams dripped out of her cunt, her walls continuously clenching as if her climax still hadn’t subsided.

“Fuck, fuck, yes,” she chanted.