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Part 2

Joey was holding Terry’s hand, the tiger stroking his thumb on the cougar’s smaller one. Joey gave a light sigh and a squeeze of his husband’s hand.

“You ready?”

“I think so,” Terry was looking at the door. It was the one right across the hall from their unit. “Are you ready?”

“I think so,” Joey felt his husband tense up at that before he turned to him and took his other hand. “I know I’m ready. I’m here for you, and if you need anything I’ll be right across the hall, okay?”

“Okay,” Terry swallowed, his breathing a little uneven as he nodded and calmed himself down. “Okay, I think I can do this.”

“Okay, do you want to knock on the door or do you want me to do it?” The tiger asked.

“I…can you, please?” Terry was nervous, but he was willing to try anything to quell his heat.

“Sure, Terr-Bear,” Joey lifted his hand to knock on the door, but just before he rasped it, it flung open, forcing the two to jump back.

“Later dweebs!” Caleb joked over his shoulder, the Clydesdale that lived with Levi and Roman almost ran into the couple. “Oh shit, sorry guys.” He dug in his hooves only for an even larger stallion to bump behind the stacked guy.

“Damn, you’re here already,” the zebra behind Caleb gripped him by the shoulders to stop from toppling into the couple. “Sorry guys, we were hoping to clear out before you got here.”

“Oh, Caleb, Kameron, nice to see you two,” Joey smiled nervously. The tiger was tall, but Caleb had a few inches on the boy scout, and Kameron had a few inches on Caleb. Both of them were beasts of men, bulging with strength and power, but Kam, that massive slab of zebra meat was clearly the largest of the bunch. He had almost half a foot on Joey and almost a hundred pounds. All muscle, all man. Both were dressed up to go out, Kam wearing a black leather coat while Cameron had a jean jacket over a tank top and his acid washed jeans.

“Nice to see you too man!” Kam shot them a beaming smile. “Hey, I know Terry is staying, but Joey, did you want to come with us to see that new movie, Marked for Death?”

“It’s supposed to be killer,” Caleb beamed. “We’re gunna head out and maybe do some mini golf after. Maybe hit the bars too. It’s gunna be a hell of a time. Wanna tag along?”

“Oh, I don’t really want to be too far in case Terry needs me,” Joey was blushing, embarrassed at the fact they knew, but with how casual the horses were talking about it, it made the tiger feel a little less exposed. “Raincheck on that?”

“I’ll hold you to it, but good on ya for being there for your man.” Caleb gripped Joey’s shoulder and gave him a friendly squeeze before side stepping. “If you want to hit us up at the mini golf place after the movie, it’s just at the mall. No pressure though.”

“Thanks, I’m sure we’ll be done by then and need to recover,” Joey squeezed Terry’s hand, the cougar was almost hiding behind his tiger husband, his tail curled around his hips.

“That’ll only be the first couple of hours though,” Kam cocked his head, his mane sticking up and stiff. “Well, if you change your mind, you’ll know where to find us.”

“Will do!” Joey sang at them as they side stepped down the hall and made for the stairs. As soon as they were out of the doorway, a silvery hand pushed it open again. Levi was standing there with a smile, a beer in hand.

“Oh, hi Levi,” Terry unfolded his ears and came forward.

“Sup, my guy! Ready to kick those needs to the curb?” Levi smirked. He was wearing a wife beater and some jeans, his fluffy paws exposed. The snow leopard turned to Joey and smiled. “You want to come in and watch?”

“I…” Joey blinked, his mouth agape.

“No pressure, not a trick question,” Levi kept it very casual. “We got the fridge stocked with beer to keep things light and easy if you wanted to crack one open with Roman while we go over the basics.”

“I don’t think we’re ready for that just yet,” Terry stepped forward, his hand still in Joey’s. “But I’m ready to get all this over with.” Terry gestured with his free hand around where his womb would sit.

“Okay, and you’re okay with this?” Levi asked Joey.

“Y-Yes,” the tiger perked up. “You do…whatever you need to…to get it done.”

“Alright boy scout,” Levi put his hand on the tiger’s shoulder. “We got protection, and we got protection for the protection. Your husband is in good hands.”

Despite Levi being shorter than the tiger, Joey felt like the snow leopard was a looming presence. What he was doing went against everything he had ever known, but he loved Terrance. Joey knew that more than anything. And looking into Levi’s eyes, he knew deep down, he could trust him with what was most precious to him.

“Okay,” Joey nodded. “I’ll be right across the hall if you need anything.”

“Of course,” Levi nodded and took Terry’s free hand. “Come on, cutie. Let’s get that heat taken care of.”

“Okay,” Terry looked back at his husband. “I’ll…see you soon.”

“Before you know it,” Joey nodded and kept his tears back and put on a brave face. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Terry smiled.

Their hands slipped out of the other’s and the door gently closed.

Terry was guided into the apartment. It was just like theirs, just mirrored. The paint was the same, the oak paneling was the same, even the floral wall paper was the same, but everything had been flipped. Terry felt it almost comically accurate that everything was the same, but backwards, like his entire life had been turned upside down. He took a sniff, expecting to smell the same cleaner they used, only to give a little wrinkle of his nose. There wasn’t anything in particular that smelled clean or dirty, but…there was a distinct hint of musk on top of cologne.

The cougar paused, the smell was oddly sweet and…tangy wasn’t quite the right word, but it tickled his brain in a way that left his mind a little fuzzy. He blinked, looking over the furniture, mostly broken in sofas and wood furniture that was ever so slightly brighter than the wood paneling on the walls. It was like it was meant to match, but the color was just different enough to notice. They ducked into the kitchen and Levi opened the fridge.

“Okay, we got light beer if that’s what you drink,” Levi started. “Just a little something to loosen you up.”

“I…I don’t drink beer,” Terry had his hands folded in front of himself as Levi presented their fully stocked fridge. Between the cases of beer were prepped meals in Tupperware for the body builders of the house.

“Well, we got rum and vodka in the freezer,” Levi went to flip the upper compartment open when Terry shook his head.

“Sorry, I just don’t drink much at all,” the cougar clarified. “I think the last time I drank was Christmas back at my parent’s place. I had a sip of my dad’s brandy and…well…I don’t think drinking is for me.”

“I can respect that,” Levi smiled. “But, I’m not much of a brandy guy myself. You like sweet stuff, right? You died for the strawberry banana protein blast at Jamba, why don’t I show you something else that’ll blow your mind.”

“I mean, if you think it’ll help. You’re the expert,” Terry shrugged. Levi smiled at that and whistled.

“Hey hot stuff! We need a bartender,” the snow leopard grabbed a couple bottles from the fridge and put them on the counter. One was a pitcher that one would make Cool-Aid in and the other was lime juice.

“Comin’ baby!” A deep voice rumbled from the other room. The apartment shook as the golden jaguar Roman swaggered into the kitchen. He was wearing jeans and a crewneck with the sleeves rolled up.

“H-Hi Roman,” Terry gave a shy wave at the big guy.

“Hey there cutie,” Roman gave the cougar a wink. “What we havin’ tonight?”

“Cosmo, maybe more on the sweet side,” the snow leopard gripped Roman by the belt and pulled him close, the jaguar purring deeply as their lips met for something soft and tender. Their lips parted, their tongues gently dancing before they broke away. “You think you can keep it light? Shorty over here is a light weight.”

“You got it babe,” Roman purred and grabbed a few things form a shelf, a mason jar of something clear, and a brown bottle that looked expensive, but it had an orange on it. He even grabbed a grapefruit from the fruit bowl and went to work.

“I…I don’t mean to impose,” Terry put his hands up.

“Dude, what did I say before? If we’re offering it’s not imposing. First rule about being in heat, you get whatever you want.”

“But…I mean…isn’t that a little unfair?”

“Not when what you want is what your partner wants,” Levi shrugged and drank his beer while Roman muddled the grapefruit in a glass cup. “Besides, you’re the one in pain, and we don’t leave a bro hanging when he’s in pain.”

“You got that right, babe,” Roman rumbled, turning around and shaking his concoction in a duo of glass cups. One was smaller than the other and he made a makeshift shaker out of the two. “Whoever is in heat, gets the royal treatment.”

The massive jaguar’s muscles flexed in his arms as he shook, his pecs lightly pushing his sweater down to reveal a bit of his cleavage and chest hair. His pecs bounced as he shook the drink and then grabbed a cup from the freezer. It was a simple glass cup, and when he placed it on the table, it frosted over with condensation. He then cracked the two cups part just enough to let the pink liquid pour into the cup.

“There you go, Sweetheart,” Levi purred. “Just try a sip; if you don’t like it, Roman likes his sweet stuff.”

“Don’t you know it,” the jaguar gave a light purr and a soft, lusty growl as he dumped the ice and glasses into their sink.

Terry was getting flustered with how much affection they were showing out in the open, so he decided to simply take a sip of the drink. The cougar’s eyes went wide as his ears flipped up, his tail lashed out behind him as the sweet citrus zing on his tongue. He let the sip slip down his throat and it bloomed with a flowery aroma.

“Is…is there…oh there is alcohol in this,” Terry coughed a bit as he breathed out. He didn’t taste it until he exhaled, but even then it was faint. How was it possible? He furrowed his brow and took a big gulp.

“Woah there, Sweetheart,” Levi gently took the glass from the cougar. “If you’re not used to it, it’ll hit you like a mule. Here, got to get the taste of beer out of my mouth anyway.” The snow leopard took a good sip, sloshed it in his mouth and swallowed. He let out a satisfied sigh as he set the glass down. “Damn, does my man know how to make a nice drink, or what?”

“What was that?” Terry asked, stepping forward to grab it again, but then he felt a buzz rush through him. He stumbled and Levi caught him in his arms.

“Woah there, like I said, it’s strong, pace yourself. It’s just to help loosen you up for the real thing.”

“Oh…Okay,” Terry blinked as he looked up into Levi’s golden eyes.

“Damn, you are a cutie, aren’t you?” Levi purred, his one hand coming up to brush the cougar’s cheek. Terry gave a light purr, his tail flicking behind him as his loins warmed.

“I feel a little warm…” Terry murred.

“Yeah, I think we have a flyweight,” Levi smirked. “I think that’s enough drink for you. Do you feel nice and light?”

“Y-Yeah,” Terry nodded, his body buzzing with a different kind of warmth. He gave a little wince as he felt a slight cramp, but the hot flash passed quickly. “I think so. My cramps aren’t as bad.”

“They’re probably just dulled by the booz. Good thing I stopped you. Come on, let’s get a little more comfortable.” Levi guided the tipsy cougar out into the living room and sat them both down on the couch.

“Okay…I feel a little better now,” Terry smiled. “So…where do we start?”

“How about we start with the sweater,” Levi instructed.

“Um…sure,” Terry gripped the bottom of his sweater and paused just before the hem revealed his under shirt.

“You okay, Hun?” Levi asked.

“Yeah, I just…I’ve only ever been undressed with my husband before so…this is a little much.”

“If you want, we can start with the pants and work from there. No need to take off your sweater if you don’t want to.”

“O-Okay,” Terry nodded and left his sweater on, and instead undid his belt and unzipped his pants, and paused again. “I…I don’t know if I can do it myself.”

“You want me to help, or do you need some privacy?” Levi asked.

“I…I don’t know,” Terry blushed, his voice going higher.

“How about this, we can get some music going to help distract you,” Levi turned and clicked a button on a boom box. “There’s always room for Britney in the mix, maybe some Ace of Base if we run out of toons on this disk.”

Instantly, the famous slutty singer’s voice came over the speakers, filling the room with unfamiliar music.

“I…I don’t’ know if this is going to help,” Terry said. “But…could you…um…turn out the lights?”

“Sure, Hun,” Levi smiled and leaned towards the lamp on the end table. “Whatever makes you more comfortable.”

With that, he clicked the light off. The room was shrouded in shadows, only the light from the kitchen casting silhouettes into the darkness. Somehow, Terry felt better and he let his pants slink down past his thighs. Then the sound of his jeans hitting the floor and his belt jingling around his ankles.

“Okay, they’re off,” Terry breathed out as though he had just lifted a hundred pound weight.

“Underwear too, or is that still on?”

“It’s…still on…does that come off too?”

“Usually,” Levi’s silhouette instructed from the dark. “They can stay on for now, but I have a question.”

“Okay,” Terry blinked, his body stiff on the couch.

“Now, this might be a silly question, but have you ever masturbated before?”

“Oh…um…maybe?” Terry felt a blush burning on his face and was happy that Levi couldn’t see.

“So that’s a no,” Levi had a little huff of a laugh in his words, but he calmed down and continued. “Okay, so that kind of tells me most of what I need to know, but I’m going to ask you this next question and be honest. Do you feel comfortable enough with me touching you?”

“I…I think so?”

“I need a yes or a no,” Levi’s voice was soft and even. “’Maybe’ isn’t consent.”

“Then…yes, yes I’m ready,” Terry responded.

“Okay, I’m going to touch you now. Let me know if you need me to stop at any point.”

It was slow going at first, Levi needed to find the hem of Terry’s boxers, and then slip his hand under the elastic. Terry took a sharp intake of breath and tensed up.

“Relax, it’s just me,” Levi said, unmoving. “Let me know when you’re ready.” Levi was very slow and gentle, just the way Joey would be. That thought crossed Terry’s mind and he relaxed.

“Okay…I think I’m ready,” Terry nodded.

“Okay, Sweetheart, let’s keep moving then,” Levi’s hand slipped further and that caused Terry to giggle.

“OH, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Terry blushed.

“It’s okay,” Levi chuckled. “You can laugh, you can giggle, you can even snort if you need to.”

“I…I didn’t know…Um…but isn’t this a serious thing?” Terry asked.

“It’s whatever you want it to be, baby,” Levi purred the words into Terry’s ears. “You ready for the real thing?”

“I…I think so,” Terry whispered.

“That wasn’t a yes or no, we can wait,” Levi paused, unmoving, his fingertips just below the hem of those boxers. He was a hare’s breath away from reaching the little bundle of pubic fur above that pussy and Terry knew it.

“Okay, okay, I’m ready,” Terry nodded.

“Good,” Levi purred, his fingers slipping down, his tender fingertips slipping over the cougar’s little bush before it found that hood. Terry gave a little gasp as those fingers slipped over that little nub, his body tensing as his legs instinctively pulled together.

“Ah, it’s so sensitive,” Terry wined.

“I know, baby, I know,” Levi purred softly. “Just let your bro give you a helping hand. Relax your legs when you’re ready, okay?”

Terry was frozen, unmoving for the longest time, until he shakily spread his legs for the snow leopard.

“There ya go, dude,” Levi murred, his fingers slipping further down to gently pet that pussy. His fingers fumbled on the first stroke, but then he slipped up and adjusted, his hot breath purring over the cougar’s ear as he stroked over that mound. “We’ll take it nice and slow. Just let me know when you need me to stop.”

“I…Oh my goodness…what are you doing?”

“Do you want me to stop?” Levi asked, his finger’s pausing.

“I…I don’t think I want you to stop…” Terry knew what he said wasn’t consent so he gulped and breathed. “Don’t…Don’t stop…keep going…I think…I think it feels…mmmmm…”

“There it is,” Levi cooed his hot breath into the cougar as his fingers started to find and play with the most sensitive bits of those folds, peeling back that hood as that little bullet pulsed forward to reveal itself. “How does that feel? Good?”

“Oh goodness…oh Gooodness…”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Levi purred. “Oh wow,” the snow leopard paused.

“Oh no, did I do something wrong? Wait…” Terry paused and felt something cooling on his underwear. “Did…did I pee?”

“No,” Levi chuckled. “You’re just wet. Don’t you get a little wet when you’re in heat?”

“I…” Terry was too embarrassed to say. He always thought he peed a little when he was in heat, like he couldn’t control it, but it always seemed different, like his pee was somehow tainted by his pheromones into becoming slick. Though it never came out that way when he peed regularly.

“Don’t worry,” Levi purred. “It’s normal,” Levi slipped his fingers over those sensitive petals, gently stroking them, his knuckles gently playing with that clit, gently gripping and tugging at it before slipping up and circling it.

“Oh GOD!” Terry gasped, the pleasure shot up his spine, his hand went to grip Levi’s, his bicep caught in the cougar’s death grip.

“You need me to stop?” Levi asked, but there was a smile in his voice.

“No…No please keep going,” Terry moaned as those fingers continued to work his pussy. Those fingers slipped over his slit, played with every curve and adjusted to how Terry reacted. It was like some silent game of twenty questions that was being played between Levi’s fingers and his snatch. Each yes drove those fingers closer to their mark, those active digits playing with his folds, playing and teasing his entrance, and then that little nub. He didn’t even know that nub was there!

“Oh god, what is that?” Terry gasped as Levi’s fingers went to circle that bullet, those fingers squelching and wetly popping against Terry’s folds.

“That’s your clit, baby,” Levi purred, the snow leopard getting a little worked up. “It’s like the doorbell to your front door. No one gets inside without first ringing the doorbell.”

Terry got the analogy quickly. It was like church bells were going off in his head and ringing up his spine every time those fingers circled and played with that piece, gently rubbing, slipping down to grab more pre and sliding back up, his boxers getting darker as they drank his slick. Terry glanced down, his eyes having adjusted to the darkness. He could see that hand in his boxers working over his folds, his own thighs spread far, his foot paws lost in his pants as they twitched in that pile of denim.

It kept growing, faster, slower, then fast again. Every time he gasped, Levi would adjust perfectly to keep him in a constant state of euphoria. Terry’s spine tingled, his fur was on end, his voice felt hoarse as those fingers played him like some whore’s violin. Gracing each string, slipping over each curve and divot until it rang hard on that doorbell. It started to build, like a massive welling of something deep inside him. It came on so quick he didn’t have time to vocalize it. It was just a hitch in his throat as his spine arched, his stomach clenched, and his pussy quivered.

Terry screamed out, shouting as his thighs quivered, the muscles in his legs twitching as his knees shook. Terry thought he was peeing, but it was like the stream was squelched out of him with that pleasure as it burned through him. His body was alight, every nerve ending, every strand of fur stood on end as lighting surged through him and he squirted into his boxers.

“Oh GOD! OH GOOOOD!” Terry screamed as Levi murred, those fingers never stopping and keeping him on edge. “I Can’t! I’m gunn RUIN you Sofa!”

“Don’t’ worry about it baby,” Levi purred into his ear. “You just keep enjoying the ride. Fuck, dude, you’re gushing like a fire hydrant. Didn’t know I was that good,” Levi lied. His cocky smirk hidden by the shadows as he kicked it up a notch and flew the inexperienced cougar into another orgasm. Those boxers were a sopping mess, that squirting pussy washing them so there was no hiding what was going on beneath the fabric. The white linens became see through, clinging to those fingers as they worked shuddering orgasm after orgasm out of the cougar who was simply a writhing mess.

“Oh GOD! Stop! S-Stop!” Terry screamed and Levi pulled his fingers away. Terry was seeing stars, the magnitudes of colors flying across his vision as his pussy throbbed between his legs. His fem cum dribbling out of his boxers and soaking his thighs and that sofa beneath him. “I…I…”

“Let it sink in, Bro,” Levi purred and slapped the Cougar’s thigh with his unused hand. “How was your first orgasm? As good as the other two I worked out of you?”

“Oh god…” Terry was gasping. “I…I can’t stand…I can’t feel my legs.” Terry tried to lift his legs, his thighs a shaking mess.

“Don’t’ worry, Hun,” Levi patted his thigh. “That’s normal. You’ll be able to walk again, I assure you.”

“OH my goodness…Oh…Oh…oh Holy Fuck!” Terry couldn’t keep the profanities in check, the sensations surging through him were just too strong.

“Yeah, I know,” Levi purred. “You know, this was just masturbating. We have a lot more to show you tonight. You think that felt good, let me show you want a seasoned tongue can do.”

“Oh my goodness…I…I might need a moment before I can shower to do that,” Terry gasped.

“Dude, you’re not going to clean that sweet cream off, are you?” Levi spoke in the dark.

“I mean…shouldn’t I?”

“Trust me, he does his best work when steeped in heat,” Levi murred.

“He?”

“Who do you think, Sweetheart,” Roman rumbled from the kitchen. “I can smell your bitch stink form here and DAMN! You got me ready to feast.”

“Calm it with the dirty talk Roman!” Levi shouted from the couch. “He’s not ready for that yet.”

Terry was still coming to when he realized what the jaguar said. “Bitch stink?”

“It’s a dirty way of referring to heat,” Levi explained. “Do you mind if I turn on the lights for this next part?"

“I mean, sure,” Terry would have agreed to murder in that moment he felt so good.

Levi clicked the lights back on and went over to the kitchen. Terry was almost taken out of his euphoric drunk stupor at the mess between his legs. His boxers were soaked, clinging to his thighs and cooling in the open air. He had never seen something so lude in his life. His cheeks burned as he tried to straighten up on the couch, only for his legs to fail him.

“Just relax, Sweetheart,” Levi swaggered back into the room with a fresh beer, cracking it open, his pants discarded and his own pert pussy on display. “We got you from there.” Levi whistled and Roman came out of the kitchen as well.

“What’s…what’s next?” Terry slumped into the sofa, his veins buzzing with pleasure.

“It’s the big guy’s favorite part,” Levi plopped down on the couch, his legs spread wide, the fur around his pussy was a little matted and had a pink blush to it.

“Big guy?” Terry cocked a brow, but got his answer as a duo of knees hit the floor before him.

“My turn,” Roman rumbled lustfully, the big jaguar licking his chops as his thick hands came up to caress Terry’s thighs. The jaguar had lost his sweater, revealing his sculpted shoulders and bulging arms. The man’s chest had a duo of thick pectorals and a set of abs that pushed out into a solid six pack. The cougar gave a little whimper, his legs quivering to pull back together.

“Terry, just relax,” Levi purred in his friend’s ear. “We got you. Just let Roman show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Terry nodded, taking some soft breaths as he shakily let his legs splay again.

“That’s my girl,” Roman purred, his hands warm and strong as they slid up the cougar’s thighs and gripped the hem of those boxers and peeled them back. Terry felt so exposed wearing only a sweater and his wife-beater, and the way a thick snail trail connected his loins to his boxers made him worry that Roman would be grossed out.

He needn’t have worried.

“Damn, prettier than a fucking picture,” Roman purred, his tail flicking as his lips twitched. The heat was strong and deep. Deeper than Levi’s ever was. This was a heat nurtured from repression and it was stronger than anything he had ever smelled. “Don’t worry, Sweetheart, I’ll take good care of you.”

“Damn right you will,” Levi smiled and put his thigh over Terry’s and pulled the cougar’s leg further apart. “Show my guy what I taught you, Baby.”

Terry felt like he was being ping-ponged back and forth in this conversation, but his mind went white as Roman’s cool nose pressed against his pussy and he purred. Terry’s toe beans splayed as Roman purred into his clit, his pussy lips vibrating and tingling as that wild cat took his first real hit of the cougar’s heat. His pupils dilated, his brow grew relaxed as he leaned in, his lips twitching as they parted and his vicious fangs rubbed against those lips softly. Not the pointed parts, just the blunt sides as his hot breath rolled out of his strong maw. His tongue lulled forward and tasted Terry’s sweetness, that feline’s tongue lulling from the base to clit before circling it and making out with it.

Terry gasped, his spine snapping back as he put a hand on Roman’s head, not to stop him, but to ground himself. His fingers laced through the jaguar’s hair as he slowly and methodically made out with the cougar’s pussy. His lips sweetly pulled at that clit, his tongue swirled around it like a patissier would fold his pastries. Gently, then swiftly, gently, then swiftly, over and over.

The jaguar pulled off that clit slowly, letting it slip from his lips as he purred, the tip of his tongue petting the underside of that little bullet as he rolled his R’s into it. Terry almost passed out. The jaguar gripped one thigh from under the knee to keep it wide while wrapping his arm around the other and laying his head down like it were a pillow. That jaguar wasn’t leaving that snatch for a while. His lips moved forward, gentle smacking and wet popping came from between the cougar’s legs as Roman went down on that pussy, his powerful back rolling as Terry braced one hand on the backrest of the couch while the other weakly gripped at Roman’s hair.

“Damn, baby, he that sweet?” Levi asked, his hand sliding over his own pussy, a couple of fingers slipping into himself as he watched his man feast on that delicious cookie.

Roman didn’t say anything, he just purred louder, his tongue getting more voracious, and then finally sipping in. Terry gasped, his hips pushing forward as that tongue teased his entrance, rolling and flittering while those lips played with his folds. The jaguar opened his maw wide, his neck muscles flexing as though he were going to take a bite right out of that pussy, but Terry was greeted with the most tender tongue lashing anyone could ever ask for. It lulled inside him, swinging side to side, gyrating as it worked its way into the cougar’s sopping sexy silk.

Roman’s feasting was becoming more voracious, deeper, stronger, faster. The jaguar’s entire body was getting into it as he dug his tongue deep into virgin territory. His nose pressed firmly against that clit, rubbing it as he purred and snorted that deep heat. His tongue slipped over a deep and sensitive spot that caused Terry to scream. Roman grinned darkly and went to work tracing love notes over that spot, wanting to give the little kitten the royal treatment.

Terry’s fur was on end again, his screams involuntary and ripping through his throat as he twitched. He didn’t know if he was trying to writhe away from that tongue or push it deeper, but he knew one thing. He wasn’t going to last.

“I-I-I!” Terry couldn’t vocalize it fast enough, he just screamed as his cream washed over the jaguar’s face. That pussy popped on his tongue, those folds clenching down as those legs desperately tried to come together and milk whatever they could, only to weakly shudder and tremor. Roman didn’t miss a drop. He drank, his tongue pulling out to help him feast, slurp and drink down that sweet honey. Those puffy folds rewarding that talented feline’s tongue with a massive burst of cream. Roman’s muzzle matted with those pussy juices, his whiskers dripping with his reward for a job well done.

Terry slumped into the couch, his pussy felt like a power grid that was getting ready to blow, shooting pleasure through him and his bones as he twitched and gasped.

“Holy…Holy damn….damn fuck shit damn, fucking,…fuck shit…” Terry didn’t’ know how to swear yet, but the profanities spilled form his muzzle.

“Did he do good, Sweetheart?” Levi purred the question knowing the answer.

“OH yes…” Terry moaned, but shuddered as he felt a duo of fingers slip inside him. Roman was purring, slurping on his clit as he gave the cougar a gentle “come hither” with his middle and index fingers. “Oh my…it feels so good…so…mmmmf! Full!”

“I think he might be ready for the next step,” Levi purred.

Terry didn’t know what that was, but he didn’t care. All he knew was that it all felt so good, and yet somehow it wasn’t enough. Deep in his womb he still felt his heat snarling, waiting for him to stop, daring him to stop so it could pounce and drain the pleasure away with pain.

“Reciprocation,” Levi murred. Terry hadn’t noticed, but Levi had slipped off the couch and was pulling Roman’s pants down. “Hey babe, lay back for a minute.”

Roman snarled, not wanting to pull away from that pussy, but overcame his urges and laid back. Levi hadn’t even pulled the pants off entirely, just undid the belt and unzipped enough to get Roman’s dick out. The thing was huge. It sprung to attention immediately. It was eight thick inches of angry red dripping cock and it was covered in barbs.

“Reciprocation?” Terry asked.

“Yeah, can’t leave your partner hanging,” Levi made sure Terry could see as he cupped the thick, goose egg sized nuts of his lover, his maw opening up and wrapping around the tip of the jaguar’s cock. Roman snarled as Levi sucked down that dick, his maw sinking down all the way to the base, resting there, and flexing his throat muscles as he gently messaged those nuts with his free hand.

“I…” Terry was a panting mess.

“I don’t expect you to do as good,” Levi popped off that cock, licking his lips. “But we’ll teach you right.”

“I…I can’t move,” Terry gasped. “I…I don’t think I can do that.”

“Well, there are other ways to reciprocate if you want. Roman would love it if you let him inside you.”

“Inside…” Terry’s mind flashed with warning signs. What if he got pregnant?

“Don’t worry, we got you covered,” Levi purred, grabbing a pill from the end table and show it to the cougar. “Do you know what this is?”

“I…I don’t,” Terry was twitching still, his body aching for more pleasure.

“It’s called Plan B,” Levi put it in his maw and came close to the cougar, pressing his lips against his. Terry’s body instinctively accepted the snow leopard, their tongues dancing as that pill was pushed into his maw. He swallowed, and their tongues danced around one another, Roman’s salty, musky essence playing at their lips.

“There, you can’t get pregnant,” Levi purred. “You ready?”

Terry nodded, his face a deep blush as he wrapped his arms around Levi and pulled him into another kiss. Their tongues danced, flittering around one another’s as Roman got into position while Levi slinked off of the cougar. Their lips broke apart, only for the powerful maw of Roman to replace it. Terry’s spine tingled, his toes splayed, the smell was so different. His bitch stink was there, but Roman’s smell was much stronger. Muskier, manlier, and so much more salty. He loved it, his pussy tingled, his tail lashed, and soon he felt Roman’s thick head press against his entrance. It wasn’t painful like when his husband pressed there.

“You ever have a barbed cock before?” Roman asked.

“B-Barbed?” Terry squeaked, a bit of apprehension coming into his voice.

“Oh, you’re in for a treat,” Roman licked his chops and pressed his lips against the cougar’s.

Terry was ready for a long and rough entry, but instead, he broke the kiss with a deep moan as that cock sank deep inside his depths with no trouble. Each little nub lining that cock was like a sparkler shooting pleasure up his spine.

“Holy shit,” Roman purred. “So fucking tight, so fucking slick.” Roman could hardly control himself as his hips started rolling back and forth. The cougar purred and yipped, his pussy being spread, his entire body full, his depths being messaged by a hot rod of pure man, each of those barbs a teasing nub that created sparks wherever they ran. Terry’s eyes rolled back into his head as the warmth burst from his womb and rolled into his limbs, his entire body hot, a sweet heat that filled his bones and radiated out of him with every slick slip of that dick.

Shlipk…Shlipk…Shlipk

Roman’s hips were strong and precise, sliding in at the perfect angle for depth and smoothness, slipping in and out faster and faster, gently smacking against that pussy, his pubes brushing against Terry’s clit and causing the cougar’s maw to freeze into a silent scream as he was filled with plapping pleasure that lapped at his heart and sent waves over his thighs.

It felt like hours, days, and only seconds at the same time, but they kept going. Terry didn’t want to have the jaguar cum inside him, but he knew nothing would make him happier, nothing would ever feel better.

“Oh fuck,” Roman snarled. “I ain’t going to last long in a snatch that sweet. You want me to pull out sweet thing?”

“No,” Terry snapped into action, his eyes going wide, his legs gripping around and linking behind Roman’s waist, his foot paws bouncing on the man’s thick cheeks. “Don’t pull out, don’t pull out, don’t pull out, don’t pull out.”

“Oh fuck, I’m gunna nut inside, you ready…oh FUUUCK!” Roman roared, his cock throbbing, his nuts bouncing, his dick head swelling deep in the fiery depths of that cunt. He pushed forward and Terry felt the first stream of cum smack his cervix.

The cougar screeched, as he came, his pussy squirting and shooting so much fem cum it dribbled down the jaguar’s bouncing nuts as he seeded him nice and deep. He raked his claws over the jaguar’s back, unable to keep himself from marking the man atop him. Levi gave a little scream too as he came on his fingers that were shlirking into his own sopping depths.

Terry didn’t hear what the two were talking about, he was needy and he needed more. He rolled his hips forward, shaky as they were, even before Roman was finished. The jaguar obliged, fucking through his orgasm as they bled into round two.

“Fuck, good thing we got you the pill,” Levi purred. “Don’t need to make a cuck of your husband.”

“Fuck…fuck me…” Terry’s eyes were glazed over. “Joey…fuck me….JOEY!!” Terry came again, the thought of his tiger husband plunging deep inside of him raw and deep, spitting his kittens nice and deep where god intended while making out with him like Roman was, caused the cougar’s pussy to pop again.

Roman just kept fucking through the orgasms, working that heat nice and deep, showing Terry just how he needed to be fucked. Just how a man treats his mate, how he makes him scream and cream, over, and over, and over.

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