Risky testing

Even if he put counterbalances in his routine to hold himself back, fucking a cheap whore's throat and tossing them away like trash was still a rush, that had Markus happily heading home with the thought of his small-time career becoming filled with such acts hidden underneath.

At his place he cockily spanked the asses awake in his bathroom, and after a few gropes he left them wanting, eagerly trying to coax him into more fucking. He was content with just the sight of them, and would only rotate to used bitches once he'd nearly forgotten the last load he gave them. If he didn't keep cycling around and improvising on his taste; Markus feared having such excess would be reduced to a dull loop.

After a meal accompanied by some media to keep him in touch with pop-culture, Markus slapped another cardboard slab against his pillow and went to thinking of another cat-girl. He was feeling quite dominant right now, so he wanted a whore that was usually dominant as well to get off even harder to them surrendering to a momentary bout of lust rendering them pathetic before him.

He thought of a hot mercenary cat girl from an isekai anime, he thought of how thick and openly lewd she'd dress despite being introduced as an intimidating hunk of warrior muscle. All that worked for fan-service as the newly reincarnated MC of that show would look at her and even pretend to innocently cop a feel of her incredibly toned and thick ass, with his unmatched level of perversion that caused quite a stir online at the time.

Sure, this cat girl might be more tiger-like in ferocity, but imagining her tan, scarred, and most importantly thick body caving to him made him feel like so much of a man. He drew the circle and tossed his blanket, barely able to contain himself.

Her pants were yanked off immediately, letting him stare at a tight, sweaty thong that would get pulled off as well. He drooled at her plump ass that was stretching as if it was taking a breather from intense training. The fit booty remained tense even as Markus tried smacking his dick against it for a slight jiggle; in turn, her legs tightly flexed around him, and her tail fell flat against her back defensively.

Being the one restrained for even a moment was humiliating for Markus, so he gave her ass a rough smack that felt inhumanly durable; like a hard rubber that stung his hand. Her knees stayed locked to his thighs, yet she still raised up her rear to him, held in place.

Her thickness, strength, and badass scars were all a turn-on that **** him to dive into her soaking wet pussy; even if it felt like he was the one being used for sex. On the mercenary's end, she thought of all her run-ins with guys trying to contest that they could be dominant over her, one succeeded and caught her while swimming in a river. He was a fellow adventurer that used her lack of mobility in water to tease her into using him ferally according to her tribal instincts.

First she was pissed to be caught unaware, and thought about crushing bones with her thick thighs, but when she felt another pervert's cock tapping against her; she reminisced intensely and wanted to show such scum what they had coming. Behind Markus, her ankles locked and she pumped him all the way in to slam against her womb with her tight hole gripping him hard with her tensing cunt muscles.

The tan cat-girl's knees kept firmly planted on the bed, while her leg muscles went to work pumping him in and out of her. Slowly her reps felt more and more practiced and rough; pounding his weight forward and slathering her thighs in a mix of sweat and cunt juice.

Markus almost thought of tearing the cardboard to refuse being dom'd, but retreat would only sting his ego more, so he tried going more wild than this ferally disciplined slut; attempting to thrust between her reps to ruin her focus and going about brutally smacking her well toned ass even as his hands got sore.

The classic trick of fingering a girl's ass worked to knock her off rhythm, and as planned with this type of semi-furry slut; he pulled at her tail to have some control on his rod's angle past her sweet spots. Markus felt his dominance returning as her tail wagged in his grip and her cheeks shook as he fought against her routine shows of **** with quick *plap*plap*s that had her pussy leaking excessively with every thrust.

Soon enough she came hard on him; imagining him as that one adventure that caught her during mating season. Her cunt clamping down was intense given her overall strength, but Markus escaped as she seized; not because he couldn't take it, but because this was his bed's bed-warmer for the night and he hadn't dominated her well enough to sleep soundly.

Markus took a breather and worked to keep in his last intended load of the night. After a few minutes he told himself that she looked weakened after the first go, and if going by her tail's movement, it wouldn't take much effort to crush her sexually. Yet, he wanted total victory within his bedroom, regardless of how impressive his bed whore was, so opposed to a slightly more dominant redo, he tore the cardboard and stood it up against his wall.

The portal he drew was full body-size given his desire to fully take the proud mercenary without the portal limiting the pride of such a win. This went against Markus's relaxed goals of enjoying himself with mere holes; if things kept up like this he'd have to interact more and engage, risking a connection with sluts he'd rather toss away as soon as possible.

Right now was an exception, he lied to himself, and as the mercenary staggered in on twitching legs, his heart froze for a second.

"...You're not Paul." she stated plainly, as if wishing to only sully herself before one such pervert. However, her eyes held a sharp, mercilessly fierce glint that petrified Markus. Markus would never **** a bitch, given how he'd always include consent within his intents for a gate. Her gaze looked both like she was going to **** him and that she was pissed to have settled on the inferior target for such.

This is when Markus remembered this character was also called the sword-king, and given her beast-kin race, she should be quite savage during a mating season. Before he could think of tearing this cardboard slab in regret as well, she sprinted to him at lightning fast speed, slamming him onto the bed and pouncing.

"Fucking mage-YOU'LL do just as well!!" She howled as she pressed him down and roughly shook his bed from how hard she was bouncing on his cock to reach her teased and unseeded womb. Her non-eyepatched eye burrowed into him deeply and made his balls all the more tense as she clapped against them with a perfectly trained ass.

It was easy to get lost in her massive tits bouncing freely in his face, and all her firm muscle telling his brain that she was prime breeding material. He'd completely lost any chance at domination. Any attempt he made had this brick house babe flatten him into the mattress; he couldn't even get a grip on her movements, and the only thing he could do was suck on her tits. That sure made her wetter, but made him feel all the more pathetic.

"Y-You wanted this SWORD-KING PUSSY, you're getting it!!" echoed throughout his whole place, that it even woke the two shower asses with the **** of the sound waves.

"Next time you interrupt a beastkin's m-mating season, you better know the best you're walking away with is a shattered pelvis." The mercenary seethed as she glared at him as merely a tool of necessity. He kept slobbering on her big boobs.

"You're pathetic" She groaned at the sight of him, wishing she was taking some bulky warrior, but instead she was railing herself on what she figured to be an untrained magic caster. Dick was dick regardless though, so soon enough her pussy hit its limit and she came even harder at all the disgrace than she had previously. There was no escape from this impossibly clenching and slime-coaxing cunt, forcing him to feel the hardest milking session of his life fill her womb and spill out to further paste his balls against her now relaxed rear.

The mercenary fell asleep right there soon after, Markus swaddled between her tits with her thick, built body wrapped around him. Markus had **** in the matter and fell asleep within such an emasculating embrace.