Beyond Expectations 04 - Heat

Story by Faora on SoFurry

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#3 of Beyond Expectations


This is the fourth in a series of six commission-turned-gift pieces for a friend of mine! Enjoy!

  • Faora

Heat

Breakfast always marked the start of Paul's day. The man would pull himself out of bed, rub his eyes, and head immediately into the kitchen for the nourishment of bacon and eggs and the energy of caffeine. It was followed always by a short run, before he returned and showered. At that point he'd usually stop, sit down, and select a book from the shelf to read for a couple hours.

When Maxine unlocked his door with the key she'd been given and strode into the room, Paul knew he wasn't going to get to his reading nearly so quickly.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the pantheress before him. She'd not even bothered to clothe herself; he suspected that the heat-stricken female had walked out her front door, along the sidewalk and up to her neighbour's house without even bothering in the slightest with such a trivial matter. "Max, what-" he began, but she wasn't about to let him finish.

Muzzle met lips, and anything else Paul was about to say was swallowed up by Maxine before he could even say a word. A little grunt of surprise was cut off as he felt Maxine's tongue push past his lips and into the kiss, and the man's eyes widened further as he felt himself start to topple to the ground. The weight of the larger feline above him was too much, and Paul tumbled down without anything to brace back against.

Maxine's muzzle drew back from Paul as she yowled out in surprise. Her arms unwrapped from behind the man as he fell back, and she quickly stretched out her forepaws to catch herself before she could hit the floor. The panther winced as Paul went down back-first, and she shook her head as his grunt as she shrugged above him. "Oh, dear... I'm sorry, are you okay?"

A little groan slipped out of Paul's throat as he reached up with one hand to rub over the back of his head. "You know, I remember how you warned me you'd get eager with your heat, but... ouch."

She nodded slowly back as her tail lashed around behind her. "Well, I can't say I didn't warn you," she replied with a concerned little smile, before she lowered herself slowly down atop Paul's body. "Uh... listen, are you alright? Cause I really need to fuck you right now, if that's alright." The feline paused as her ears twitched. "Wow. Yeah, that's not something I ever thought I'd say, heh heh..." Again she shrugged as she grinned down at Paul's confused face. "What? I never expected to be staring down a fleshy I might have just concussed while I wait for him to get his pants off."

Paul frowned at the word 'concussed' and pressed his fingers more gently against the back of his head as he looked up at the smirking feline atop him. Those fingers froze briefly as he looked down her body long enough to watch her grind her bare hips down against his own denim-clad ones. "Guess your heats are a bit strong, huh?"

"Yeah, and frustrating in the extreme," she quickly replied, even as she began to ease back along Paul's legs a little. Her paws draped over his shoulders for a moment before they trailed swiftly down his chest and settled on his jeans. "I told you it'd hit quick," she said, as she began to unbutton and unzip those pants, "and that I'd be here the moment I felt it. You know how annoying an itch you can't scratch is, right? Humans get that too?" When Paul nodded, she paused in her efforts for long enough to flash him a toothy grin. "Yeah, well not getting fucked when you're in heat is the worst one of all."

As he nodded, Paul watched Maxine go right back to work on his jeans. She began to slide them down his legs along with his briefs as he blushed brightly. His shaft was already well on its way to hard; how it'd gotten there so quickly after bashing his head against the floor he didn't quite know. "Well, I did promise I'd help scratch that itch for you, didn't I?"

There was no verbal response from Maxine. Instead, the pantheress simply slid further down along Paul's body until his bare toes rested against her thighs. A brief spike of thought flickered through the man's mind, but Maxine dipped her head down and took the head of Paul's growing shaft into her muzzle before the thoughts could progress to action. Toes instead curled, and a hissed gasp slipped from the man's lips as sudden heat washed down along his malehood.

It was the work of only a few more seconds for Maxine to coax Paul to his full length. The quick descent of her muzzle drew another gasp from him as he squirmed beneath her, and fingers gripped rightly at the carpet when Maxine slurped her way right back up to his tip again. The lewd sound echoed throughout the otherwise quiet room and drew a shudder down along Paul's spine as his hips twitched with the barely-restrained urge to hump up.

Whether restrained or not, the motion was unnecessary. Maxine took the initiative herself, as she began to work the heat of her mouth right back down again. Her cool nose pressed against Paul's belly, run through a little trail of hair as she twisted her head slowly around his shaft. An extra little twitch flashed through his body as she tightened her lips around the base of the man's length, and his groan moments later was ragged as she drew her lips back up again with torturous slowness.

Paul's head lay back against the carpet as he fought the urge to let his eyes fall closed. His legs spread out a little wider to give the over-needy pantheress between them more room to work away. Every suck and slurp of her muzzle rang in Paul's ears, the sound as wet and messy as her efforts. Maxine's eagerness overshadowed her ability, but that only added to the tingles of pleasure that swept up and down Paul's manhood. The feel of the feline's fur as it ran along his legs didn't hurt either; Maxine had begun to throw her whole body into the effort.

The opportunity that Paul had first spotted flashed back into his mind as his big toe brushed against the damp fur of Maxine's thigh. A grin that would have looked at home on the teasing pantheress' face spread across his own features as he ground himself up into her muzzle. She pushed back down with him, gulping with need-driven hunger down at the head of Paul's shaft. His foot shifted slightly as she drew up along his body, and he moaned and arched his back before Maxine could draw back again.

She only held there for a few more seconds, swallowing at the man's shaft before her body withdrew again. There her eyes shot open and a shiver wound its way through her, as Paul's toes glided down and across her sex. Her nostrils flared with a sudden, sharp inhalation and her lips tightened further around the head of Paul's shaft. A moan somehow slipped out around that airtight seal, and that coarse, feline tongue trembled against Paul's sensitive flesh just as the rest of her body did. Maxine bore back and her hips wriggled as she looked up and watched Paul smile down at her, and she shook again as a wriggle of his toes drew them up and across her clit.

It may as well have been the turbo button for the feline's eagerness, what with how she responded to each twitch of Paul's toes. Maxine didn't bear back any harder against them or even move her body with the bob of her head anymore, but the sudden burst of extra stimulation from those surprisingly-dexterous digits brought her from flirty, teasing gym-owner to a feral animal. Grunts and moans flowed from her muzzle like a fountain as her saliva ran down along Paul's shaft. Her lips pulsed in tightness with each slow flick of the man's big toe. Her tongue lashed up and down along each side of Paul's shaft. Her head twisted and turned with each bob.

Paul's toes simply worked on autopilot, being very quickly soaked in her juices as the pantheress pushed up and down over his manhood. His eyes finally squeezed shut and he grunted as he felt her teeth nip lightly at his flesh. A rumbling, growled purr came from Maxine, and the sound sent a dull vibration along Paul's shaft as he arched his back and moaned anew. He felt her shift between his legs, his toes left to curl briefly over her clit and grind down over it as Maxine moaned with him.

Then, the pressure against his toes was gone as Maxine began to twist her head along his length again. Paul shook with the sensation, and his manhood pulsed heavily within the pantheress' muzzle as the friction sent waves of pleasure through him. Then the twisting didn't stop, and confusion permeated the pleasure and forced his eyes open. Those eyes widened almost instantly as the black fur of Maxine's belly swung over his head. Then she lowered herself down and swallowed again around Paul's shaft, and her soaked sex came into the man's view.

The scent hit him instantly. He'd been around Maxine plenty, and the smells of anthros were always more pleasing to Paul than those of other humans. Her particular scent had become ingrained in his sensory memory. In heat though, with her sex barely inches away from his nose, it was Maxine turned up to eleven. It was overwhelmingly her, pure and concentrated to a degree Paul never thought any scent could be. There was no question; no hesitation. He reached up, wrapped his arms around the feline's waist, pulled her down against him, and buried his tongue inside her.

The effect was instantaneous and almost overwhelming for Paul himself. Maxine's whole body lurched as her mouth popped up and off his shaft. She arched her back and ground down harder against the man's face, and her legs closed down tightly around each side of his head as she cried out in pleasure. Trapped as he was with no way to pull back and away from the excited feline, Paul did the only thing he could do. He pushed up harder still and curled his tongue up against her.

Those entrapping thighs began to tremble and loosen with each long lick and lap of Paul's tongue. That human muscle - smoother and longer than Sam's - set every nerve in Maxine's body aflame. Her paws tightened as they gripped at Paul's legs, and Maxine's tail lashed through the air above him. The panther's mouth opened to speak, but a quick curl of that tongue stole the words and replaced them with a heady moan. Any intent to communicate was lost then, and Maxine's head simply lowered to return to what she'd started.

The only thought that flicked through Paul's mind was, no wonder Sam said he has a hard time resisting this. He felt as though he were barely in control of his own senses, his lips mashed up against Maxine's sex. The man was outside the scope of the pheromones' ability to directly influence, like it would with another anthro panther. Despite that fact, Paul knew he couldn't quite pull himself away even if he'd wanted to. The scent of Maxine's need was all-pervasive and rooted in his mind, and the work of her bobbing muzzle just cemented his own desires.

It became a vicious cycle, waves of pleasure that built one another higher and higher. The eager pantheress' motions and licks and nips sent surges of intense sensation through Paul. Those feelings mixed with the overpowering scent of the heat-stricken feline and drove his tongue into her with even greater vigor. Each of his licks and slurps fanned the flames in Maxine, and her muzzle redoubled its efforts. Legs remained spread wide, each to offer the other the best access to their bodies. There were no barriers, only invitation to greater feelings.

It wasn't going to last long, though. Maxine's thighs kept up their trembles as she ground herself down against Paul's face. She had him stuck, well and truly trapped where only the scent of her sex and her heat could reach his nostrils. It just spurred him on, and her sensitive body could only restrain the intense sensations provided by his tongue for so long. Her breaths quickly turned into pants through her nose, nostrils flaring as her moans transmuted into high-pitched yips. Their volume grew as she felt her whole body begin to shake.

Then it happened, as he opened his mouth a little wider and ground his chin down against her clit. Maxine could only pull her head off Paul's shaft in time to cry out in pleasure as her orgasm crashed into her with full force. Her legs all but crushed Paul's head, the angle enough to pull his head up tighter against her body as she shook and trembled around his tongue. Her whole body lit up, all her pleasure concentrated in a single, long yowl of pleasure. It only magnified when she felt Paul's arms wrap around her and pull her in harder against his face, his tongue pushed deeper through her clenching muscles.

The pulses of pleasure faded and Paul's tongue fell still and even slipped back into his mouth, but the burn in her sex refused to fade. Despite the intensity of her orgasm and the pleasantly warm tiredness that rolled through her body, the fires of her heat wouldn't be ignored. A muffled word from Paul caught the pantheress' attention, and she ground herself down lightly against his lips with a soft purr before she drew back from him again. "Mmm?"

Paul's entire lower face was damp, wet with Maxine's juices as he took a long, deep breath. It did little to help him, though; the scent of panther-in-heat had already spread throughout the room. It seemed he air itself was tainted with it, though a little corner of Paul's mind suspected that it could have either been all in his head or a side-effect of his soaked features. Regardless, the musky inhalation made him shiver anew and he fought to clear his head before he spoke. "I, uh... heh, how was that?"

"Good start," Maxine replied. Her old grin appeared on her face as she spoke, and after a moment she rolled herself off to the side. She hit the carpet and began to twist again before Paul could even move, and a firm paw on his chest kept him still as she brought her head back over his own again. "That's not gonna do it though, fleshy. I need a little more than that. Good thing you didn't pop, else I might have to be here for a while!"

Maxine had barely fallen silent before she shifted her body back atop Paul's again. The smaller man was almost completely covered up by the feline, her black fur pressed down over his chest, belly, legs and arms. A little lick at his cheek brought his arms up and around Maxine's middle, and he felt a little shiver work through both of their bodies as she rolled her hips down lightly against his still achingly-hard shaft.

The sensation of fur against that shaft gave way to that of a slick heat that Paul's tongue was all too familiar with. He shivered again as he squeezed the pantheress tighter, and her body ground down just a little harder along the length of his manhood. "Kinda surprised with your restraint," he muttered as Maxine began to nuzzle in against his cheek. "Kinda figured that by now, you'd just be riding me until you milk me dry."

There was a muffled little chuckle from the feline before she drew her muzzle back from Paul's cheek. "That's the plan," Maxine smoothly replied, as her hips lifted up and that heat vanished from against the man's shaft. Her grin flashed into view as she wriggled those hips again and brought them down slightly, just enough so that the lips of her sex kissed the head of Paul's flesh. "What? Just eager to get down to it? Just want me here for the fuckin'?"

For a second, Paul chewed on his lower lip. Then he grinned right back up at Maxine and slid his hands down her sides to grip at her hips. "That's exactly why you're here," he retorted with a wink. Then his fingers tightened, and he pulled the pantheress down hard onto his length. Her grunt of surprise was almost as pleasing to Paul as the way he felt her whole body ripple and shudder as it fell along his shaft.

The moment Paul felt himself hilted inside her, Maxine's whole body almost collapsed atop him. Her legs gave out and her arms only barely kept the bulk of her weight off the man beneath her, but all Maxine could think about was the manhood buried in her. She wriggled down unconsciously against it, hips at work even before she'd managed to properly right herself above Paul. One of her paws slipped up from the ground to push down on one of the man's shoulders as she began to draw back up from his length again.

Paul only gave her an inch or two before his hands tightened their grip on her again and pulled her right back down. Her grunt that time was more of a gasp, and it came as she arched her back and shuddered against Paul's body. He began to kneed her hips as they rolled down against him, and he worked up just as hard and smooth against those motions. She was hot around him, hotter than he'd ever thought possible. She burned like a furnace, and the flames of her heat licked down along the man's shaft as he worked himself as deep inside her body as he possibly could.

Despite his grip on her hips, Maxine wasn't about to let Paul remain in control of the situation. She pushed up and off his shoulder, her other paw shifted to press down lightly on his chest. The panther used her new position to push herself up and back, her weight settled neatly down over Paul's lap as she moaned softly. Her hips shifted from side to side as she settled in against him, and grinned back down at the man as she started to lift herself up and along his shaft again.

That time, Paul let her go. He laid his head back down and watched his manhood come back into view, glistening with her juices. Inch after inch came back into view as Maxine drew away from him. Then she pushed back down again, and neither could contain a little, shudder-laced moan. Heat wrapped around Paul's shaft again as he pushed up deeply into Maxine, and his hips ground up hard against her as he squeezed at those hips again. There was no need to exert any form of control over her, after all. She was in control of the situation, and he knew it. He'd known it from the moment she'd come around the week earlier for her 'dry run' of what he found himself doing.

But the reality of it - the physical feel of the feline's body as it pumped up and down along his shaft - was so much more than he'd expected. Maxine's legs drove her up and then gave to let her crash back down. It was enough that it was different to the feel of her body the week earlier, when she'd laid back in a chair and let Paul go to town. It was her heat. It was the burn of her body, the scent of her need and her pleasure-scrunched expression that made it more than he'd expected. She was an animal, and every pump of her body as she worked along his shaft only eroded more of herself.

Paul could feel it in her, as she leaned forward and gripped tightly at his shoulders. The moans and grunts were human and the motion and bucks of her hips were human, but the ferocity was purely animal. The drive was feral. There was a glint in her eyes that he caught when they briefly opened and made contact with his own. What she needed wasn't about humanity or higher brain function or even pleasure. What she needed was raw, untamed and animal.

That's what he gave her, as soon as he found himself able to reassert his grip on her hips. He used every ounce of strength he had to force her bouncing along his shaft to stop, and then grinned up at Maxine as she turned to growl down at him. The complaint made Paul wary for a moment, before he pushed up off the floor and shoved Maxine back at the same time. She toppled as he rose, bodies still joined at one very crucial point as the feline's eyes widened. Maxine hit the ground hard, but she wasn't given enough time to consider the situation before Paul was fully on her again.

His body slid down and along hers as he pinned her arms as firmly to her sides as he could, and immediately he knew he'd made the right call. There was a brief surge of strength from Maxine before she fell limp. Her legs spread a little wider as she arched her back, and a whimpered little mewl slipped from her muzzle. It was her surrender to her male and her beg to be bred and seeded, all at once.

The man didn't waste even a second, and he didn't start slow or be gentle. The feel of Maxine's fur against his front was all the impetus he needed to shed his own humanity. He gave himself over to her needs, and let them drive him. His hips bucked, and they refused to abate. Tension built in his muscles as he kept the female pinned beneath him as he took her.

Maxine writhed and moaned and cried out, and the sounds grew louder with every hard, deep thrust that Paul gave her. He held nothing back, and it showed. The pantheress could feel her whole body respond to him, as the intensity of her heat flooded through everything. Her arms lifted as best they could, but she couldn't wrap around him like she wanted. Instead her paws gripped at Paul's pinning arms and held on tightly to them, her whole self abandoned to the tide of pleasure that built higher and higher.

Every thrust built those waves up, and Paul's fingers clenched and dug into the carpet as he nuzzled down into Maxine's fuzzy neck. An urge to bite took him, and he embraced it without question or reservation or hesitation. Instantly, Maxine's body shook with the sensation, and she arched her back up against Paul's body. He felt her quiver around his manhood, and the shudders refused to die away. Every thrust simply added to it and set her vibrating harder against him. Her whole body was thrown into motion as Paul redoubled his thrusts, and his breath panted out of his nostrils against her neck as he gave her everything he could.

It was more than enough to bring Maxine right over the edge. She bucked up wildly against Paul's thrusts as her whole body clenched down around his shaft, and those sudden squeezes were far too much for him to resist. Nor could he stop his thrusts though, and his own back arched to drive himself down as hard into Maxine's body as he could as his climax rushed up to meet hers. The milking squeezes of her body pulled at Paul's shaft even as he continued to pump it down into her, the tip erupting with the first spurt of his seed.

The feel of that first shot inside her simply magnified everything tenfold for Maxine. It was water on the fire of her heat. The feel of that shaft as it spurted inside her made her body react instantly, and she clenched down tighter around as she wrapped her legs around his waist to let not one drop of Paul's load slip out of her fertile confines. She shuddered and shook and whimpered and moaned and writhed around him, legs squeezed tightly to refuse him the chance to pull out and away.

Not that there was any chance of that in Paul's mind. There was only the pleasure of the moment, an animalistic sense of achievement and rightness as he ground down harder still against Maxine. Not a drop was spared or saved. Every shudder and twitch of her climax was mirrored in Paul's body as he let himself be washed away by the sensation, given over entirely to the moment.

The moment lingered on only for a few moments longer before it began to fade, intensity replaced with warmth. Paul's teeth drew back from Maxine's neck as he felt a blush begin to spread across his face. His pants came through his nose as he reached up with one hand to wipe across his sweat-soaked brow, and he froze as he caught the pantheress' grin up at him. "I... uh..."

"Good boy," the feline replied, her voice quieter and absent its normal tease. She reached up with her freed paw to stroke at Paul's shoulder before she let it drop to the floor again. "Very good boy. I feel a lot better, for now. Thanks."

The blush on Paul's features grew brighter as he nodded and let himself lay down a little more heavily on her. "Well, glad I could help? I... guess that's it then, yeah?"

She blinked with confusion for a moment as she looked back up at Paul, and then her grin was back in full force. "Hmm? Oh, no; I feel a lot better for now. You can't knock me up, fleshy. My body's gonna figure that out soon and want more."

Paul nodded slowly as he tried to force moisture into his pant-dried mouth. "How long?" he asked. "I mean, will I get to rest? Drink? Eat?" He frowned at her wink. "What's that meant to mean?"

Maxine just grinned wider and ground up firmly against his body again. "Means you might wanna hurry with that," she answered. She lay back against the carpet again as she wriggled her hips once more up against him. "And don't forget that you wanted this! I get pretty insistent, hon!"

Paul groaned and slumped back down atop the feline. He hoped it hid his excited shiver and his smile. It was going to be a long day.

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