Tigra

You sit in your penthouse sipping on a drink across from across from one of the most exotic women in the world. Unsure what to say at this moment slightly flustered by her beauty.

"So how do you know Jen?" asks Greer Grant, better known as Tigra. The feline avenger is dressed in a slinky black dress that is hardly modest, though that is to be expected considering she typically traipses about in only a bikini fighting crime as an Avenger. You had She-Hulk set you up with Tigra on a date so that you could seduce and subjugate her friend.

"Oh, I acquired the service of her law firm for help with my charity."

"What's your charity for?" Tigra asks inquisitively.

"Its for the preservation and breeding of big cats." she giggles slightly at the implication of your words. "In fact I think you could use a good breeding right now. Why don't you get down on your knees and blow me." you say with only a slight command not to alert her to the danger she's in.

"Normally I would punch you and storm out, but..." she hesitates slightly perhaps subconsciously attempting to fight your power for her own safety. Nevertheless she gets to her knees and starts to retrieve your cock form your pants. Softly she runs her catlike tongue along the length of your rod, quickly bringing it to its full size.

"Wow that is different." marveling at the spectacular feeling of her uniquely rough tongue.

Momentarily taking her mouth away from its place on your cock she responds. "Good different, I hope." she then takes the cock back into her mouth and greedily sucks. Feeling yourself preparing to orgasm you don't bother trying to abate it knowing that there will be plenty of time to fuck her throughout the night. Spraying semen into her face you cover her orange fur, matting it down with the sticky white substance.