Fill the pussy’s pussy

Reaching the edge of the bed, Stewart leans over and allows himself to fall on top of Tonia. With her arms and legs still wrapped tightly around him, their bodies hit the mattress with thump, and he feels a sharp scratch on the back of his head from her razor-sharp claws.

They continue their passionate kissing for a few moments as the king grinds his crotch against hers. Arousal and lust chase away Stewart’s awkwardness and concern about diplomatic protocol; all he can think about is his **** need to take this exotic woman and satisfy his sexual hunger.

Stewart at last manages to free himself from Tonia’s feline embrace and stands in front of her as her legs hang off the edge of the bed. Her loincloth is still attached, but lifted up and to the side, it offers no covering for her snatch. It is the least hairy part of her visible body, resembling a human woman’s vagina in all respects, aside from the orange and black stripes of fur that surround it and come to a stop immediately before the inviting, swollen vertical lips.

Stewart kneels and lifts Tonia’s legs, allowing them to hang off his shoulders. He places his palm against her vagina, eliciting a low growl from the woman. He glances up at her quickly, and sees a look of hungry passion in her eyes that needs no translation.

Removing his hand from between her legs, Stewart buries his face in her mound. He hears Tonia begin to purr loudly, and as he thrusts his tongue into her slit, she brings her thighs together against the side of his head, allowing him to feel the purring vibrate from her body to his.

Tonia’s juices are sweet, with a slight gamey flavor to remind him that the object of the cunnilingus is not entirely human. Aside from that, however, everything feels normal to his lips and tongue.

He traces her slit slowly with the tip of his tongue before finding her swollen clit. Kissing and sucking on it, he notes Tonia’s approval from the strong, thrumming of the purr resounding from deep within her.

He slowly slips a finger into the lower part of her labia, causing her to squirm. The a low growl begins to be added to the purr, and her clawed fingers on the back of his head, steadily urge him on.

Tonia’s breathing picks up in intensity, and a human-sounding moan turns into a half-cry/half-squeal as she cums for him. If he closes his eyes at that moment, Stewart would have sworn that he had just brought Chantelle to orgasm, because the two women sounded uncannily alike and responded in a like manner to the dual action of his tongue and forefinger.

Just as suddenly as the thought of Chantelle comes to mind, he banishes it, choosing instead to focus on the horny magical being who happens to be present, available, and very, very willing.

Stewart feels something ticklish making its way up his chest and neck. It is Tonia’s tail, and when it reaches the top of his neck, she uses it to lift his chin, causing him to look up at her eyes.

“I must lift my tail for you now,” she says, breathlessly.

Nodding, but not really grasping her meaning, Stewart sits up, allowing Tonia to stand. As aroused as they both are, Stewart is quite confident that anything Tonia wants to do is going to be acceptable to him.

She stands and unfastens her loincloth, allowing it to drop to the floor. She had already been naked for all othe intents and purposes, but even so, seeing her completely uncovered, even by such a tiny garment, caused Stewart to take in a sharp breath of appreciation at her exotic beauty.

With a sultry look at Stewart, who is still on his knees in front of her, Tonia slowly turns around and bends over the edge of the bed. She spreads her legs wide and lifts her tail, offering her pussy to the king. Then, as she turns her head to look at him, she waves her tail seductively, flexing it like a forefinger in a “come here” gesture.

Stewart cannot get to his feet fast enough. Her seductive pose and “come hither” manner makes his cock ache to be inside her. He positions himself behind her shapely body and places both hands on her hips. Lining himself up, he sees that he is so erect that his cock will need to be pushed down if it is going to hit its target.

He lets go of Tonia’s hip with one hand and is about to use it to position his prick for entry. Before that can happen, Tonia’s furry tail snakes between his legs and wraps around his cock, pulling it down into perfect alignment.

With a sure thrust, Stewart enters Tonia. Balls-deep in one thrust, his groan blends with hers as he feels her warmth and wetness embrace his hard, throbbing member.

Ordinarily Stewart is one to ease into intercourse, going slow and teasing his partner. Especially when it is his first time with a woman, he prides himself on impressing her with his ability to pleasure her to the fullest. Any such attempt at slowness with Tonia is quickly abandoned, however. Everything about this sultry, nubile feline creature seems to demand that he take her fully and without hesitation.

He finds his rhythm at once and drives his cock repeatedly into her cunt. The soft fur of her body silences the sound of their passionate bodies slapping against each other as he holds her hips tightly and rams his cock hard and powerfully inside her.

What had been a hint of a growl before is now a full-blown animal cry. Tonia turns her head and bares her sharp teeth. Her claws, now fully extended, are making short work of the sheets, and even the mattress is feeling the punishing ripping of her razor-like claws. Only the lust in her eyes persuades Stewart that she is savage out of passionate desire and not from an intent to kill.

He feels his balls swinging madly as he nears his climax. Letting go of Tonia’s hips, he leans forward, pressing his chest against her back and clutching both her breasts. Tonia’s savage animal cries steadily grow in volume, telling Stewart that she, too, is nearing her peak.

He briefly considers pulling out — either to slow down the inevitable or to avoid having to wonder whether human sperm can even fertilize Tonia’s species — but a sudden, unexpected fondling of his balls by Tonia’s hyperactive tail is all it takes to push him over the threshold.

Stewart erupts inside Tonia, and at the same time he feels her love muscles contract around his cock. A full-blown roar escapes Tonia’s lips, nearly deafening Stewart, whose ear is right over her shoulder at that moment.

The young king drives his cock fully into the woman, holding her tightly as he empties his wad into the hot, wet, spasming orifice. The sweat from his chest dampens the soft fur of her back as she rides out her orgasm and slowly retains her composure.

Once they have regained their breath, Stewart withdraws himself from Tonia and stands. He looks at her as she flips onto the shredded sheets and begins to lick her arms in a cat like washing ritual.

This is the part he was never good at. Seducing women and bedding them was one thing. The post-coital smalltalk was quite another. That’s one reason why he liked being with Chantelle — talking to her just seemed so natural.

This time the thought of Chantelle was not so easily banished. Now that his sexual hunger had been fed and his dick no longer demanded so much of his blood, he is able to think more clearly, and unwelcome feelings of guilt further complicate the already-awkward task of conversing with the woman whom he had just fucked.

And if that weren’t complicated enough, there is this screwy language barrier to deal with!