Tigra

Tigra was in heat, and needed relief fast. Rushing through Avengers Mansion, she spotted an empty room, and leapt on a sofa there, curling up. Tearing off the bottom part of her costume, what little there was of it, she set her claws to work as they entered her jungle. The sounds emanating from the room, and thereafter echoing through the mansion, started off as light purring but soon escalated to loud growling, as she drove herself into a frenzy, the claws of her other hand tearing through the sofa covering.

She writhed around, going wild, oblivious to all that surrounded her, as she tore off her top too, angling her body so that her long cat tongue could lick her furry nipple. Her eyes rolled back in her head and every muscle in her body tensed as she sped towards the most intense of orgasms.