Well I'm Certainly Not Going To Get Her Killed After I Just Saved Her!

"Your sisters would kill you if I do not?" I ask, concerned more for her safety than my own lust for the moment.

"Oh, yes, for a man to refuse to tame you is a terrible shame, my mother's line has been second tamed for five generations, now six with me, to do anything else would be a terrible insult not just to me but to my whole clan." She says, almost starting to tear.

"Why so sad?" I ask, brushing my hand over her muzzle.

"You don't want to mate me, you are a man who want's a first mating, not a second." She declares, regaining her composure.

"Oh. I'm sorry but I don't know anything about your culture, but that's not it, I want there to be more to this than duty and customs, I want you to want me not because you might be killed if you don't but because you would pick me before anyone else." I explain.

"But I do! You drove off a Banshee, you saved my life! If it was given to me to chose any mate in the world right now I would point to you and say 'Him! That one!' no one else could do what you did." She says grasping my hands with hers, which I notice have fingernails that are halfway between human and the claws of a cat.

"Enough, I am satisfied!" I say smiling and buckle the collar around her neck, tightening it to the standard 'three fingers' looseness.

She for her part undoes the buckle of my belt and pulls down my pants and boxer shorts. In a trice she has divested herself of her loincloth and breast band and is pulling me down on top of her, gently guiding my cock to her waiting snatch. When I enter her I am surprised by her warmth, heat even, but even more by her wetness, I thought cats didn't get wet because their twats had to get torn up to induce ovulation, clearly my new lover...

No, MATE. I think with mixed emotions.

...Takes more after humans than her feline side. I also feel a sudden stopping as I push in, just a little bit past the opening of her labia and clitoris.

Of course, I think in wonder, she said she cannot have a lover other than the man who bests her in battle or saves her when she has been so bested, she must therefore be a virgin.

"This is going to hurt, a lot." I declare, and she looks up at me eyes strangely knowing.

"I have three mated sisters, so I know," she says, eyes smiling with a promise as old as men and women, "do it anyway," she commands.

"Just one thing first," i say pulling back a bit and rubbing my glans up and down inside her folds, "if I am going to take your maidenhead I think we should at least know each others' names first."

"Oh, I, um..." she suddenly looks frightened, and I wonder if I have stumbled on some kind of taboo, but then, "This is so bizarre, but I can't remember my own name..."

"That is bizarre, because I couldn't either when I woke up just a few minutes ago, no matter how hard I tried, in fact I can remember almost nothing from before I woke up this morning..." I say, stroking my cock gently with one hand to keep it erect while I rub drop after drop of precum over her clit and the head of my cock.

"Me either, well not much anyway, but it starts at the moment the Banshee's scream ended..." my half-cat/half-woman mate declares, puzzled.

"Would you like me to give you a name?" I ask, **** to finally start really fucking my new mate.

"One name's as good as another," she says with a shrug and a little thrust of her hips trying to get me back inside her.

"Very well, I will call you Jane Doe." I declare and she grabs my ass with her sharp nails.

"Good, now tell me your name and then fuck me properly!" She growls.

"It's Nemo of Utopia." I say and start teasing apart her hymen with the tip of my dick.