Quickly draw your knife and attack

There is no way that this scoundrel will listen to your plea. There is only one thing left to do. You move your hand to your side.

"What will it be?" the tabaxi remarks one last time.

"I'll give you my money, just don't hurt me," you bluff while reaching for an imaginary coin purse. Quickly, you pull your knife from your belt and dive for the tabaxi, blade ready to pierce.

The tabaxi moves blindingly fast. He dodges your pounce and wraps his arms around your arm that's holding the knife. Your elbow locks while the tabaxi pirouettes around you. In majestic and agile fashion befitting of a feline, he ends up behind you with your arms locked in his. You can't move a single muscle and the discomfort causes you to drop your knife. You struggle, but you can't do a single thing.

You feel the cold steel of the tabaxi's blade graze your throat. "Your life," he whispers. You can feel the blade begin to dig into your skin. You close your eyes tight and whimper, fearing the worst.

The knife is suddenly pulled away from your throat. Your eyes slowly open. You feel the highwayman bring his cold muzzle to the nape of your neck and take a deep breath. The feeling causes goose bumps to run down your body, and an involuntary sigh to escape your lips.

A wide grin grows across the tabaxi's face. He takes another sniff off your neck. You feel something begin to throb against your backside as the beastman holds you close. You try another attempt at struggling, but you're firmly held in place while the feline robber takes breaths of your body.

Once he has had enough, he pushes you onto the ground, letting you land on your hands and knees. You realize the knife you dropped is beside you. But before you can quickly take it, the highwayman kicks it away. He proceeds to drop to his knees behind you. With one hand he grabs at one of your arms and restrains you by holding it behind your back. You instantly fall chest first into the ground, your ass raised to the feline in a shameful display. He brings his other hand and places it on your rump, holding it in place.

The tabaxi's keen nose resumes its exploration before nestling at your sex. He takes a few deep whiffs to confirm his suspicions. "Hmm. That smell. I knew I recognized that scent. You're in heat, human."

"What... what are you talking about?" You say as you flail back and forth to try and break free.

"That is the scent of a female who is ready to bear cubs. You're prepared to accept the seed of a man."

Your eyes widen as you realize exactly what the beastman means. The tabaxi tugs at your shorts, revealing the pale orbs of your ass. You try and struggle again, but your efforts are futile.

You stop your pointless struggle, letting the tabaxi completely pull your shorts down your legs. He takes one last fresh sniff of your fertile cunt before reaching his tongue out and running it up your feminine crease. Your eyes roll up into your head and a sudden gasp escapes you from the resounding pleasure.

"This smell. This taste. It is intoxicating," the tabaxi comments. "You humans are filthy. I would not have ever thought to otherwise rut with your kind, but you're too tempting, my little vixen." He resumes the tasting of your cunt, his rough tongue brushing against you clit and sinking past your labia.

Your mouth drops open against the sensation being placed on your folds. A lengthy moan escapes you, even though you try your best to keep your lips sealed tight. Your love tunnel responds accordingly, slickening in order to prepare itself for breeding.

As the tabaxi continues his ministration, your eyes wander. They come across your spear lying within reach. You wonder whether you should take it and use, but your wonderment is quickly washed away by another onset of pleasure. You're not sure if you want him to stop. Your whole body burns with a growing need. You're coming closer and closer to release.

The highwayman stops the **** on your senses. A sigh of disappoint escapes you. "This alone will not quell the fire in your loins. You must be properly mated." He rises up and begins to undo his trousers, letting them drop around his knees. "I wonder if this coupling will bear fruit." He takes his hard shaft and pushes it to your entrance, letting the head rest right outside the tunnel.

Anticipation is boiling within you, characterized by your drooling pussy. You need release. You instinctively try and push back in order to impale yourself on the male's cock, but the firm hold he has on you is making it difficult. You now simply stay still, waiting for him to take you, make you his, inseminate you.

Your virginity is about to be lost and your body bred by this beastman. A certain sense of gloom lingers in your mind. Your eyes draw back to the spear, but your senses are drawn back to your twitching cunt. You're not sure what to do.