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Jon’s hands slithered up her spine, pulling the Catian tighter to him as he felt the warmth of her skin and the shiver that clutched her as he touched her. Felicia held his head in her hands, lowering again and again to kiss and lick his face and lips. She frenched him deeply, her red hair falling onto his face as she gave him a taste of herself on his tongue. She smelled like lavender.
Her eyes peeked open and she stared down at him, her pupils visibly dilating as she tried to take the whole of him within her visual spectrum. Jon let out a low chuckle in his mouth. Their tongues intertwined as he got his first sense of a Catian’s kissing prowess. She was damn good at it.
Felicia sucked upon his lower lip and nibbled upon it, her furry tail thrashing about in a chaotic blast of energy as its owner finally let loose the full extent of her desire. Jon’s fingers tickled the back of her neck, running through the burst of red that was her hair before taking one of her cat’s ears between his thumb and forefinger, scratching at it affectionately and causing its owner to let out a low moan into his mouth.
“Mmmph.” She articulated, continuing her kissing but showing every sign of being focused on his touch. His other hand drifted down the small of her back to grope at her fat ass, which squeezed between his fingers with a pleasing, cushion-like action. His fingers hooked into her skirt and pulled it down her waistline. She facilitated the undressing, kicking off her clothes once it reached her ankles and resuming her kiss. She was down now to just her yellow panties.
Jon had to take her face and purposefully pull her off of him to gain the breathing room to laugh. “God, Felicia, do you *ever* let up? I can barely breathe, Kitten.” Her eyes were lidded, her mouth open as she panted. She couldn’t seem to remove herself too far away from his face, her own complexion a deep, erotic red. A warm smile grew upon the Catian’s face.
“Kitten… “ She said, “The- the briefing said that was the creature we resembled most on Earth, right? Cats? And a kitten is-” She blushed even more fiercely than before. “It’s a pet name.”
“Do you like it?” He said, his hands circling her rear and grasping at the thick, spankable skin he found there. Her panties molded to his touch, his fingers sinking beneath the seam line to grope her bare ass. She nodded, letting out a small gasp as his fingers played her body like an instrument.
“*Ahn*! I l- love it!” She groaned, her hips shifting up and down across his crotch as she teased his thickness with the warm weight of her barely-concealed sex. She shifted her hips against him as he simulated a slow thrust against her rear, their dry-humping slowly increasing in tempo as the two gasped against one another. “*Huhnnn!*” She let loose another cry, her back arching as she orgasmed from the mere feel of him. “I’ve wanted this… for *so* long, Jon.”
“What have you wanted?” He whispered up at her, “Say it out loud.”
“I would love to be your pet.” She said immediately.
Jon laughed at her playful smile. “Be serious, Kitten.”
“I’ve been trying to chase you into my clutches since the day we met. Everything I’ve done has been about trying to get you here, in my arms.” Her fingers trailed up his arm, circling against the soft fabric of his dress shirt. “I want this, and I want you to take it.” She planted her hands on his chest, lifting herself shakily above him as she continued her outercourse against him, the miniscule fabric of her panties providing the only separation between the searing heat of their genitals.
Jon leaned up and licked at her exposed breast, taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling it as she continued to speak, her voice thick with yearning. “I want you to *do* me. Whatever picture, whatever fantasy runs through your head – I’m *yours*, Jon. Just… promise me, the next time I annoy you in your office,” She gave a trembling smile, “-that I can break in your new desk with you.”
Jon laughed, running his fingers through her hair as she gasped. He unlatched his mouth from her mammary, licking the nipple and eliciting another sexual coo from the Catian’s lips. “Well, under those terms, I guess I can promise that, Felicia.” He said. She put her fingers through his hair, pulling him against her breast again as he licked and nipped at her boobs. Felicia moaned, sliding backwards out of his reach as she planted herself belly-down at his crotch.
Her face and his were now separated by the towering monolith of his meat, obscuring her animalistic smile as she took his length within her hand and began to stroke. Her legs bent at the knee, curling up and back against the rear of her thighs, toying in the air as she flexed her butt and curved her back this way and that.
“Hmm…” She said, inspecting her prize. “My very own Liger Tree”
Jon smirked. “I’m not quite a mile tall.”
The Catian’s smile grew dangerous. “…You sure about that?” They both laughed. Felicia fluttered her eyelashes. “Mmm, this fella sure seems happy to see me!” Her fingers worked him up and down, simulating her effective cleaning method for crankshafts by polishing his penis.
Her fingers were a blur of movement as she began to jack him off with nimble and dexterous attention. Precum built up at the top and she dipped an eager finger in it, smudging the slit and covering his head in a wet, slick filament of sexual fluids. Her handjob grew in speed and frequency as the friction disappeared.
“I want to taste you, Jon.” She said, her amber eyes shining with lust.
Jon moaned and twisted in her grip, his eyes playing off across her as she breathed on his manhood. Extending her tongue, Felicia licked him from the seam of his testicles up along the scrotumnal tissue to the base of his shaft. Turning her head at a sharper angle, she removed her hand from his prick and licked him up his shaft, her tongue wrapping around him as best as she could as she tried to taste him with her entire muscle.
She giggled. “You’re sensitive!” The Catian flashed her fangs again. “…Worried I might take a bite?”
“I…” Jon gasped, his stomach contracting from the sensation, “I don’t think you’re *that* kind of meat eater.”
Felicia let out a contented purr. “No.” She said, kissing his shaft as she retained eye contact, “Not like that, at least.”
When she reached the top where the shaft met the mushrooming head she lapped at the base, her teasing licks dangling around the edge of his head as she circled the ring of his cockhead. She took his base by the hand, pulling his dick towards her so she had a more proper angle for sucking. At last she pulled back, planting a tender kiss atop his head, her tongue working wildly against his slit as she tried to suck the very seed of life from his urethra.
“God, Felicia,” Jon groaned, sitting up again as he put a hand atop her head. His fingers ran through her hair, caressed her left ear, which pulled back behind her head as he did it, giving him a better angle with which to scratch the back of it. She moaned with him in her mouth as he did, her body tensing at his touch.
She pulled back again, looking at him with a sultry gleam in her eye. “You taste as good as you smell.” She said, planting her nose at his head and inhaling deeply. “I want… I want you to use me.” She pulled at his penis yet again, her fingers making loud *schlicking* sounds as she jerked him.
“What do you mean?” He asked, not realizing at first that she was talking dirty.
“Whenever you get this pent up again, I want you to come to me.” She licked his shaft, kissing him sloppily halfway down his length. “You can have me during work.” She mashed her lips against his base, “You can pull me away mid-conversation with my pryde-sisters.” She pressed her face deep against his balls, licking and sucking each one into her mouth in turn, like juicy grapes. “You can fuck me raw and send me on my way with your cum leaking from my body! I *want* you, Jon.”
Felicia hummed in her throat, a strange vibration that sent shockwaves of pleasure up Jon’s spine. She seemed intent to devour his dick, her lips pulling more and more of him till she finally bottomed out at the base of his shaft, her nose bumping against his stomach as she took a deep inhale. Apparently she lacked a gag-reflex. Her eyes opened to meet his as she planted herself at his shaft, making his manhood disappear like it was some sort of extended trick of Catian magic.
He took her face in his hands, beginning to lift and lower her onto his rod as she continued to hum, making a beautiful dichotomy between her tight throat and warm mouth and the length of his cock appeared and disappeared behind her lips. She bobbed her slender neck as he worked her, her head lifting and lowering as she made small gulping sounds, her breath coming in heavy inhales and exhales from her nose.
Felicia’s lips dragged across the veiny cock, leaving saliva glistening on his exposed skin as he used her face like a vacuum. For her part, the Catian looked like she was in bliss, her tongue waggling beneath his shaft and providing extra saliva to slather onto him.
Jon felt a pressure build in his nethers, his prostate tightening as he felt his cock begin to thicken from the intense oral that Felicia was administering to his groin. Grabbing her by the back of her head he shoved her down to his base, cramming himself as deep as he could go as he felt his vein bulge with the load of cum he planned to deposit somewhere around her lower intestine.
He burst within her, her throat bobbing as she swallowed the spurts that blasted past her tonsils and down into her gullet. “Felicia…” He said, staring down into her eyes as he came. The corners of her mouth curved as she stared at him fondly with her yellow cat’s eyes. The fact that he knew she was taking his seed as she did so made him cum all the harder.
He held her tight against his stomach, feeling the subtle touch of her nose against him and the slow tickle of her breath as she effortlessly deepthroated him while still managing to breathe. As his ejaculation began to finally abate, Jon stroked her face, her lips jilling against his base as she slowly tried to milk him of the last drops of sperm.
He was just as hard when she began to pull off of him as he’d been when she’d begun, his thickness retreating from her mouth with all the reluctance of two lovers embracing at last over their mutual affection. He popped out of her mouth with a loud smack of her lips, his cock coated in her saliva and the aftertaste of his seed. The Catian looked up shyly with a face as red as her hair.
“Yum.” She murmured, seeming to almost purr at the act. Her tail was swishing like an excited snake as she sat at his feet, her smile blooming out across her face. “You lasted for so long! And you were really tasty, to boot.”
“Longer than Catian men?” Jon asked, panting but honestly curious. She nodded. “I think your experiment was a success then, Kitten.”
“We’ve barely begun.” Felicia replied, leaning up and slinking to her hands and knees again. She moved up to roughly where her chest was level with his before turning the whole of her body around, sticking her rear in his face as she stretched her body forward, leaning her front half to the ground and extending her arms in front of her like a lounging cat. She kept her back arched, her ass in his face as she wiggled her bum. “Now it’s *my* turn.”
Felicia was not about to stand on formality. Not with Jon in the room.
Wet, aroused, *eager* to receive some of the same loving she’d been giving to her newfound mate, she jammed her rear into Jon’s face, wiggling it around to give him a good taste of her pussy.
Jon obliged, peeling her panties off her waist, pulling the clinging fabric with cloying slowness down her thighs. There was a noticeable wet spot where her pussy lay, her crotch exposed to the open air he saw drops of moisture drip seductively from her lower lips. Jon kissed her cunt, tasting Catian juices as he frenched her body, her back arching still further as she tried to shove the whole of his tongue into her slit.
“*Ooooh*!” Felicia cried shivering in place as he hugged her rear to him, “Y-your tongue is s-so rough!” She cast a glance behind her, her red snow-cap tail twirling in the air as it thrashed about. “Don’t stop!”
He didn’t; he *couldn’t*, her scent was in his nose now, a heavenly fragrance that smelled almost of sweet cherries. His tongue probed her innards, coating his face in syrupy fluids as he planted his nose against her twitching tailhole. Her body was a furnace, her skin a searing softness that he wished to sink deep into. Pulling his tongue free from her slit, Jon ran it up along the length of her labia, gently tasting her tang before sliding up her perineum, licking at the sweat that built up between her twat and her asshole. His wet tongue licked along the outside of her anus, rimming her Catian rear with a teasing touch that made the Catgirl shiver.
“W-woah!” She groaned, her knees shaking from the tonguing. “Wh-where do you think you’re going with that, sailor?”
“To your ass.” He said, as if stating the obvious. He gripped great handfuls of her jiggling bottom as he pulled her body to him, slathering her arse with his love as he groped, licked and touched her every way he could think of. The helpless girl squirmed and cried out in his grasp, a squirt of love spraying from her vagina as he began to focus his attentions against her other orifice.
“It’s… it’s naughty!” She moaned, sounding not at all perturbed by the idea.
“It’s gorgeous,” He replied, his breath hot and heavy against her crotch. Felicia buried her face into her pillow, the redness of her cheeks betraying her utter enjoyment of his every bit of granted pleasure. Jon slid a pair of his fingers into her snatch, working her insides as he continued to lick at her asshole. “You’ve got a cute butt, Felicia.” He said, taking a soft bite against one of her jiggling cheeks and spanking the other. The Catian let out a tortured squeal.
“Jon!” She cried out, her back thrashing as she struggled to keep her ass in the air. “*Uuuuhn! Jon*!” She screamed, her tail pointing upwards like a call to heaven as her ears pulled back against her head in total submission to his probing tongue. Her vaginal walls clamped down on his fingers as she squirted another lightning-fast orgasm onto him, her girlish fluids mixing with his spit as he moistened her tail hole.
Her yellow eyes fluttered as she twitched, her bubble butt clenching around his mouth as her muscles pulled taut. Instead of slowing down, Jon switched places, his tongue diving back down to her pussy as he used his slick fingers to thumb her licked hole above. He sank himself down to the knuckle within her rear, the girl’s hips twisting as she tried to absorb as much of him as she could. His tongue dove deep into her vaginal folds, his mouth frenching her sodden box as she cried and came again. This time, the fluid splatted down his throat as he swallowed as much of her love juices as he could.
They continued like this, Jon alternating her holes with fingers and mouth, leaving Felicia a drooling mess as she tried desperately to keep her swaying rear in the air as he continued to lather her in loving kisses and touches. By the time he pulled back his face to inspect his work she had came nearly a half dozen times.
Her legs were trembling, and her back shook from the effort of holding herself up. Her tail was frizzled, frayed as though an electrical current ran through it, and it now seemed to stand perpetually on end. Her ears were now pressed to the back of her head, as though she were thoroughly humiliated by the display. The high-pitched intake of air from her chest and the way she kept her head against the sheets seemed to indicate that she was, indeed embarrassed.
Her ass was a temple: her vagina the holy flower from which her sexual arousal bloomed. Her lips were parted like a lover’s soft moan and her hole gaped like an O-face. Her ass was spread, her cheeks pulled apart and her butthole glistening with saliva and pliant softness. She’d cum from him fingering her in the bum as much as his tongue against her womanhood, and her open, exposed rear showed it.
She was wet, on her sex, on her thighs, on the crack of her bottom. Her body gleamed in the light of the late afternoon sun as she hung within his gaze. Jon kissed her coochie again, pulling back like a paramour’s embrace as he murmured, seeming to speak to Felicia’s ass.
“You’re beautiful, Kitten.” He said, “You taste divine.”
Felicia whimpered, her breath coming out in pants as she struggled to regain some form of composure. “H-how are you so *good*?” She moaned, not seeming to really expect an answer. “I n-never came like that before, and… and so m-many-!”
“It helps that it’s you.” He said, his hands massaging her ass as he touched and gripped at her curves. He spanked her rear and she squealed again, letting out another tiny squirt of her ejaculate. “I never knew a girl like you could be so wild.”
“*Hm!*” She said, her body twisting and turning at his words. She tried to pick herself up off the ground but failed, falling bonelessly. Her butt swayed back and forth in the air. “I want you.” She said through the muffling of the sheets. “I want you *so bad*, Jon.”
“How do you want me?” He asked, “Where do you want me to be, kitten?”
“I want…” She trailed off her face buried in the sheets. Jon sighed, pulling back from beneath her and getting onto his knees. He leaned over her, the direct presence of his entire body draped across her back sending further quivers up the Catian’s spine. Wrapping his arms beneath her bounteous bust, he lifted Felicia up off the bed, pulling her tightly against his body as his erection poked into her lower back. She breathed fast and deep, her nose sniffing him as though afraid she’d lose his scent forever.
“No need to be shy.” He whispered in her ear at the top of her head, kissing her along the bend of her neck. Felicia responded to the attention by turning herself into the kisses, her hair trailing behind her head as she craned her neck to look back at him.
Their eyes met, her low-lidded amber matching his heavy-hanging hazel irises. They stared at each other, a new understanding drifting between them as they realized the depth of their sexual compatibility. They both breathed, open mouthed, as Jon lowered his head onto hers, meeting in a soft, ardent kiss that traded tongues, saliva, and other fluids. When they pulled back, a small string of spit hung between them, their lips reluctant to end the connection.
“What do you want?” He asked.
His hips began to shift slowly back and forth against her, his knees bending to accommodate the simulated coitus. She moved with him, leaning back against his lap before being pushed forward by the thrusting of his erection between her cheeks. It was slow, methodical, passionate.
Their sweat made their bodies slick, the heat a constant, oppressive feel as they kept as close together as they could, enjoying the collective sensation of their bodies held as one. Her arms circled up behind her head to caress his shoulders, the back of his neck. Her tail pressed between them, curling against his chest and tickling him with its fur. Jon’s hands cupped her breasts, kneading them with the kind of tender reverence that bespoke their mutual desire for one another.
Jon was enthralled with the way she breathed, the small, mewling groans as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. He pushed somewhat harder on one of his hip thrusts, and she gasped.
“I want *you*!” She said at last, “I want you to fuck me so deep that I can feel your hips against my body, like this.” He pinched her nipples and her back arched against him. “I want to- *ahn*! I w-want to feel you inside of me. I need you, Jon.” Her arms wrapped behind her to grasp at his waist, pulling him even tighter against her as her fingers lightly scratched at his skin in urgent appeal. Her voice trickled away as she gave a throaty whisper, “I want to feel your warmth in me.”
“Did you like it when I licked you?” He asked, she nodded at him, her non verbal voice seeming to purr at his words. He leaned closer, kissing against her cheek, his fingers running through her hair as she leaned her head against him. “Would you like it if I put it in?” He asked.
“*Yes*.” She breathed, her voice a quiet whisper.
“As you wish.” He said, his hand reaching up to cup her throat and pull her against him. She moaned, his other hand sweeping across her stomach as he felt at her belly button, her navel, fingering her clit for just a moment as she jelled against him. “Bend over, Felicia.”
She did, dropping from his grasp and taking a spot on all fours with her ass hanging like a set of perfect pillows, waiting for him to pierce their interior. He scooched forward, hotdogging his cock between her cheeks as he began to thrust against her. Felicia’s hips shifted backwards yet again as she felt the full weight of his thickness against her skin, the bottom vein of his shaft sliding against her tailhole and pussy relentlessly. “Hmm!” She growled, “Get in me, already!”
“What, is this not doing it for you?” Jon joked, continuing their movements before he finally caught the tip of his head against the lips of her womanhood. Pressing forward, he sank like a ship beneath her waves, his cock pressing into her tight hole with the aid of copious lubrication provided by their respective sexual and oral orifices.
Jon entered her pussy, feeling the intense heat of her body multiplied a hundredfold within her insides. Felicia’s fingers clutched at the mattress sheets as she tried to adjust to the new sensation roiling through her body. At first Jon was slow, his hips compressing and shifting slowly to slide within her.
“*Mmmph*.” Felicia grunted, her hips twerking as she tried to respond to the prick moving deep within her. Her eyes squeezed shut as she reacted to this new intrusion. Jon’s thrusts began to probe farther, sinking a third, a half, three-quarters of his manhood inside. At last he was balls-deep within her, pressing deep within her with the tight thickness of his cock. The Catian cried out, her arms giving out as her ass angled itself still sharper, providing a perfect place for him to shove down into her.
He picked up the pace, his body moving back and forth within her as he slid with decreasing friction against her. Her clenching internal muscles ensured that she was a tight, but not impossible fit. Felicia pushed her ass back against him, mashing her rear against his stomach as she massaged his thighs with her butt. Once again the Catian’s hair-trigger sensitivity got the better of her, causing her to mewl as she let loose yet another squirt of her overt pleasure across Jon’s legs.
He jammed forward, smooshing her against the bed as he took a dominant angle of intercourse. His body lifted and lowered, lifted and lowered, spearing her upon his meat as his balls slapped wetly against her thighs. The sounds of sex filled the room, Jon groaning and grunting as the girl who had so completely entrapped him tightened against him with every succeeding thrust. Jon grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back against his lap as he squished her against him, eliciting cries of joy as he got rough with her.
She screamed, her voice going into the stratosphere as her inured her innards to his throbbing sex. She could feel his heartbeat thrumming within her, her own chest bumping like a jackhammer as he induced still another orgasm. Felicia bit the fabric and gritted out a groan of sheer pleasure through her teeth, “*Hnnngh!*”
As the sex continued, Jon remained resolute, fucking her senseless while maintaining his strength against her hips, jamming tight before pulling back almost to the tip. By the final set of thrusts he was cramming himself as far as he could go, shoving so hard he felt her tail slapping against his body as Felicia went boneless and insatiate on the bed. Her mouth opened wide and she let out a triumphant cry of conquest as Jon’s breathing sharpened and he began to cum.
His blood boiled. His dick pumped blood so fast he was worried he’d pass out. His balls tightened up against what felt like his chest as he unleashed a torrent of white, sticky seed through his enlarging shaft.
At the last moment he hilted himself against her, draping across her body and holding her as close as he could on the bed, kissing the back of her neck and licking at her shoulder as he emptied his love deep within her. She was filled, from bow to stern, innard to squirting, spurting outward. Every bit of her, from nook to cranny was a white, sticky insemination of seed. Felicia howled aloud as she suffered through her ninth and final orgasm, her body shifting about beneath Jon as he held her down and finished his appointed task.
As they lowered from that final orgiastic high, the two breathing deeply, their lungs filling and exhaling at the same time. Jon’s chest was pressed against her back, and the two could feel each other’s heart beating in sync, their connection deepening to a literal, physical level. Felicia left her face against the mattress, apparently too embarrassed by the experience to look up at Jon’s smiling countenance. The human representative had violated both diplomatic protocol, and this lovely woman’s ass all in one fell swoop. It was something of a coup, if he was being honest. One he was now happy that he’d made.
“Kitten…” He whispered, “Felicia.” He said, kissing her bare shoulder and eliciting a post-sexual shudder from her body. She was not completely done with her own orgasm. He was still as deep in her as he could be, sloshing within her now-filled hole as his cock continued to consummate their illicit dalliance. “You’re wonderful.”
“I- I-” She kept trying to start a sentence, but the words wouldn’t come. Her lungs were empty, her eyelashes fluttering like a hummingbird’s wings. “I can’t… I can’t believe we did that.” She said, letting out an exhausted laugh. “I’ve been- I was fantasizing about that for so long I didn’t even think you-” She stopped, letting out a chuckle. “I guess I was wrong.”
He pulled out of her, her pussy full of his cum and his half-erect penis now drenched in sexual fluids. Jon flopped down next to Felicia on the bed, turning her so she was facing him. Her eyes looked shyly back at his, a deep, contented smile growing like a weed. She looked half-ready to fall asleep.
“You’ve been holding out on me.” She said, her hand boldly placing itself onto his bare chest. Her fingernails traced along the line of his sternum, scratching gently at his skin. “If I’d known humans were this virile, I’d… I-I see now why they keep you in the villa, away from the rest of us. You’d never get any rest if the wider population got a hold of you.”
“If I ever get tired of working as a diplomat, I could always be a sex-worker.” He joked. Felicia let out a hearty laugh, her tail trailing up across his body as though with intent.
“‘Our’ pryde?” He asked, the wording seemed strange to him. Felicia lifted her chin and kissed him on the mouth.
“My sisters would love to have you join us, Jon. I can promise you that.” She giggled as he pulled her closer, her bare skin connecting with his as her breasts squashed into him. “When Catians choose a mate, they do it for their pryde as well. They’ll be pleased I ‘caught’ you.”
“Choose a-” He stopped himself. “What about us, Kitten?” He looked down into her uncomprehending eyes. “When humans mate, they almost never take more than one partner at a time.” He leaned down, their lips connecting again as though it were the first time. She trembled in his arms at the touch. “I don’t want you to have to share.” He whispered, bringing a naughty smile to her face.
“It’s not that complicated with our people, Jon! Our women to men ratio is 9 to 1, even normal prydes are too small for our shortage.” She let out a huff. “We haven’t brought it up too much, but Catia’s a bit short of males.”
“And besides,” She smiled at him, “My sisters have had their eye on you for some time… I just happened to be a little more- *impatient* than they are.” She planted a love bite on his neck, the purple mark of a hickey leaving her assertion of ownership on her human lover. “They’re as much a part of our relationship as I am. They’re our pryde…” she lowered her gaze and blushed, “As are you, now.”
“…And what does being in a pryde entail?”
She curled her fingers through his hair, seeming to be fascinated with his smell and the way he felt. Her eyes shone as she stared at him fondly. “So long as you don’t hurt me, you can do anything you want to me, Jon. You’re my male, my lover. I want to please you, even if it’s only half as well as you’ve already pleased me tonight.”
“An enticing proposition.” He said, planting a peck on her nose and causing Felicia to laugh.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, if you’ll be the same for me. We’ll do whatever naughty things you want to do… I’ve got a few ideas of my own.” Her smile grew dangerous once more at the implication. Jon gulped.
She sighed as he put a hand to her cheek, relaxing finally. “I never thought I could orgasm so hard in my life. When Sirri hears about this, she’s going to be absolutely *green* with envy!”
“…Until she jumps me, too?” Jon asked, looking at the face of the redhead who had captured his heart. She smiled and kissed him again, her steady breath a calming feeling as she smelled him again.
“Until she jumps you too.” She agreed. “You and I are going to have some explaining to do with my sisters; they’re going to have to get used to you and I… and maybe them, too, if they can manage to pry you away from me.”
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Beautifully written!