Andy’s POV

I brought (Y/N) closer to my chest, loving the feeling of her silky skin against mine. Now that I knew the connection, it did seem so familiar, so welcome. I nuzzled into her dark hair and inhaled deeply. Just as I remembered! It was like fireworks going off in my brain, its own form of ecstasy.

I fought to maintain control over my desires, to keep a certain distance between my groin and (Y/N)’s plump, smooth backside, however. It beckoned like the sweetest temptation; I could feel myself involuntarily stirring afresh, just from being close to her, touching her... Curses!

Why did it seem that (Y/N)’s body, (her brain, her pheromones, all of it), was sending me such a different message from her actions? How could she withhold such a marvel, such delicious ambrosia, from me? I couldn’t help but wistfully fantasize of the moment I could have more of her sweet taste on my tongue, if nothing else.

I wanted (Y/N), to make love to her, as in, with my genitals, even more than I had before. I had to, it was everything in existence, to be her man, but I knew far better than to say a single word. Women were strange, sensitive, and fickle. (Y/N) had, somehow, when she had to, found a way to accept some of my attentions, enough that I could survive. But I shouldn’t push her. If I did, and she was anything like Lola, I wouldn’t succeed regardless.

I tried, desperately, to make peace with the bliss I had been given. That definitely entailed that I refrained from pressing my loins against her supple rump, however inviting it might seem. So flawlessly though, did it curve from her buttock, then around, and up to her full hip, then sweeping down to her waist… I fidgeted in frustration, trying not to remember pressing the head of my cock against the pucker of Lola’s little, virgin rosebud as I gripped her full ass- Damnation!

I slid my arm around (Y/N)’s waist and pressed a chaste kiss to the nape of her neck, pausing again to inhale her scent deeply. She sighed contentedly and pushed her bottom against me, rubbing deliberately against my very obviously erect member. Perhaps that was (Y/N)’s way of indicating she wanted more sexual attentions? I bit my lip, hoping against hope, and waited for another sign.

(Y/N) took my hand from around her waist and placed it on her breast, still working her hips against me. I couldn’t mistake the sound of her heart speeding up instantly, the concentrated smell of lust. Though, this time, it was a little different. It was almost feral.

Forcing myself to exercise restraint, I tried an experiment: I began to massage (Y/N)’s breast, running my thumb over her nipple. In response, she made a joyful, appreciative noise and shot me a flirtatious glance over her shoulder.

That was all I could take. I was ravenous for more of (Y/N)’s taste, to sup between her thighs once again! I was burning for her! Impassioned, I tore the sheets away and hurriedly spread her legs, quickly moving between them. I had to gulp my own drool, I was so eager!

I was throwing (Y/N)’s knees over my shoulders, when horror struck. I sensed her hesitation and immediately froze. “No, wait, Andy, not that!”

Denied, I gently put (Y/N)’s legs down. I would have been crushed, but I still sensed intense arousal and desire. I blinked. Clearly I was missing something. Could she be a fetishist? Did she have special needs? I gazed up at her, struggling to be patient as her aroma beckoned for me.

She averted her eyes, and I tasted shame and fear of rejection, along with white-hot passion. “Do you… want to have sex?”

I was momentarily stunned into silence. (Y/N)'s eyes searched mine. Her thoughts were blistering and hard to sense, but she seemed to be offering herself because she wanted to. (Y/N) wanted me! I kissed (Y/N) with everything I had in me, and started crying, just a bit, like an ass. “Yes!”

Perhaps a blubbering, human man would have cradled (Y/N), checked with her repeatedly, given her the opportunity to let her doubts return and consume her. I was no human, and I had to have her. I had to! I knew any doubts that lingered would leave (Y/N) within moments of my entering her.

At that point, all language lost its meaning, and I was consumed by my own, overwhelming desire for (Y/N). The scent of her arousal was inebriating, near hallucinogenic. I looked down at her, from her long, black locks to her flushed, pink sex, and dedicated myself to her.

(Y/N) was surely my second chance at that nebulous ‘something more,’ I could feel it in her arms. And now, at last, she would truly be MINE. Her perfect little pussy, blushing and swollen with desire, was ready and waiting for me. At last, I would be her man in deed. MINE.

My whole mind was fogged. Normally I had a very precise methodology, routines I used and adjusted when working over a woman’s body. But I couldn’t concentrate at all; I was too overwhelmed by my own powerful lust and a slew of feelings I couldn’t identify. I grunted in frustration, suddenly apprehensive with the thought that I wouldn’t be able to please (Y/N) as I should. Lasting long enough, obviously, wouldn’t be a problem, but she deserved so much more, and I felt like I’d forgotten how!

Struggling to reign myself in, to be tender and go slowly, I shifted (Y/N)’s hips, and she wrapped her smooth legs around my waist. I felt the edges of her entrance with the head of my cock as I positioned myself so I could be closer to her, and the feel of her breasts pressing against my chest was maddening. My desire grew exponentially and I was almost shaking with the effort of holding back. A veritable torrent of emotions hit me, and they were all so unfamiliar!

I looked into (Y/N)’s warm, brown eyes, surrounded by her soft, dark lashes. Again, her brain chemistry was racing, searing hot, but I caught happiness and desire for me.

Wait, what? There! It was fleeting, but I felt it! (Y/N) loved me! Instead of the usual feeling of conquest that gave me, it occurred to me that I would do anything for her, to keep her happy. I would do anything to keep her love. I wanted (Y/N) to be joyful, always, just like this, forever.

(Y/N) may have subjugated me, made a mockery out of every rule I lived by, every tradition of my kind, but I didn’t care. Freedom had been nothing compared to the bliss that came with submission as a slave to her affections. I closed my eyes and brought my lips to hers.

(Y/N)’s kiss was hungry and passionate, and I felt her flex her hips to tease the very tip of me, slicking me with her fluids. Her wiggling broke through the last of my reserves, and I could no longer hold back. I quickly reached between us to position myself.

I broke our kiss and watched (Y/N) as I entered her for the first time, but I was wholly unprepared for what happened. As her muscular walls parted, blessing me with her holy fluids, her mind inundated me with such an incomparable rush of emotion and sensation, I blacked out from the intensity.

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(Y/N)’s POV

As soon as Andy said, ‘Yes,’ I felt like everything was as I’d always wanted it to be, my entire life! I had the lover of my dreams in my arms, and he wanted me, he truly wanted me!

Andy’s kiss was fervent, and I gave myself wholly to it, not holding back. When I felt the head of his cock nudging at my entrance, I encouraged him onward by moving my hips against it, impatient.

When I looked into Andy’s fierce, feline eyes, and he finally pushed into me, some great barrier inside me felt like it was broken! I felt an immense flood of satisfaction, a completeness and contentment I’d never felt anything even approaching! My vision blurred and all I could see were Andy’s cobalt eyes as mine filled with tears of happiness.

But shortly I got the shock of my life when Andy passed out on top of me! He completely collapsed, totally limp, as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Andy?!? Are you alright?”

What must have been only a few seconds later, Andy shook his head and blinked, blushing with embarrassment. “Forgive me…the taste…you’re divine.”

He moved to kiss me, but I held him back. “Are you ok? Has that ever happened before?”

Andy smiled. “It has not. But I beg you not to deny me now.” His expression grew somber. “Though, if you insist-“

I frowned. “-No, just, go slowly. Make sure you’re ok.”

Andy grinned down at me, purring as his tail swiveled to and fro. “Mmmnn…” He kissed my neck before pushing in further, and thrills ran through me. When he slowly drew back, I felt bliss radiating so profoundly through me I cried out and trembled, grabbing onto Andy’s back more firmly for support.

Andy groaned, closing his eyes with a look of concentration as he thrust again, his cadence deliberate and intense. He was the perfect lover, every touch, every movement performed just as it was always meant to be. I felt awake and alive. I felt like I was flying.

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Andy’s POV

I was totally lost to her. I could no longer distinguish whom I was pleasuring; at one moment I would see one, at another, the other. I didn’t care; I wanted them both, they tasted fantastic!

The woman I was making love to had a flavor so pure it was Heavenly. I savored the promise of my salvation from boredom, of that ephemeral ‘something more.’ She loved me! They loved me! They were the one!

I groaned from the overwhelming tactile sensation. I was having trouble lasting when paired with the incredible flavor of my lover’s reactions. There was nothing for it. I had to spend myself, I couldn’t resist. Her moist, little nether kitty was too slick, hugging me too snuggly.

I plunged more forcefully, with my goal in sight. At last, I would burst inside her delectable, juicy, little cunny! It had been so long! I would paint the walls of her womb with my seed, she was MINE, MINE! I would mark her, and my cursed oats would drip from down from her sacred passage, that no other man dare trespass there again! MINE!

Frantic, I grabbed her hips, driving into her like a madman. Her voice, she was moaning, her intense desire fluxing from her brain to my taste buds. All I could feel was her, her moistness around me, so fucking white-hot that it was chilling, as I buried myself in her again and again. She was everything! I would fill her womb with my semen, fill her so full she would leak! I stared down at her, her dark hair tousled, moaning, shaking with each thrust; she was perfection-

“MINE!” I yelled as I started to cum, balls-deep in her slick, rosy slit. I slowly ground through the remainder of my climax as I pumped my load into her welcoming, snug sheath.

I was dazed, rapturous, as I looked down at my supernal paramour. Her expression was one of contentment; I could sense surprise that I had found such quick satisfaction from her body. I grinned. “My angel, have you forgotten?” I poked her playfully on the tip of her nose with my tail. “I am no mortal man. I’ve waited far too long to be finished with you so soon.”

Already, I was hard again, unable to resist the empyrean caresses of my partner’s body and mind. I gave her a nudge, that she might know my intent, and relished her gasp of comprehension. Her brown eyes flicked to mine. “Oh! My mighty tiger!”

At her familiar words, all conscious thought was lost as I abandoned myself to the pleasures found only in her arms.

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