You're throbbing hard, eyes locked on the feline. Your feline. Your little bitch. She stares, wide-eyed, unable to break away from your fiery gaze as you creep across the couch. She's scooting backward, nearly ready to fall over the arm when you lunge and seize at her. You bury a thick growl in her neck, biting possessively at her, teeth gnashing in alongside that slender leather band that declares her your possession. A whimper slips from her, you can feel it tremble in her throat under your tongue. Your paws course over her body, pulling her against you, crushing that soft, smooth form against your flexing muscles. You mash against those soft little lips, spreading her sweet spot around the belly of your steely length, grinding in till juices are smearing tight between the two of you. You're tempted to stick her on the spot, but first-- your paw flies up to grab her by the head as you straighten. You shove her down with a snarl, commanding her to suck as she finds your cathood skewering her muzzle. You shove impatiently around her mouth, holding her headfur tight in one fist to keep her in place as you grind through her face. She mewls and shudders pathetically around your cock, tongue lashing around it as best she can as you shove in and out of her throat, loving the feel of that sudden strain around you, and the way her mewls suddenly distort into slick, choked hiccups before you drag out again.Satisfied, you let her loose, the feline's head whipping back before she realizes what's happening. You push her legs up, folding her up against the armrest as your drool-slicked weapon slaps to those glazed lips, only to drag down, past them, to prod below... Lith gasps, her head falling back as you punch into her tight tailhole, barely burying half your cockhead with one seeking thrust-- before your hips shove to bury your twitching rod balls deep in that tight little ass. Sure, her cunt is tempting, but you want her to know she's being used, not pleasured. You snarl over her shaky cry and seize tightly at the girl's legs, dragging and pounding in again, and again, before melting into wide, dragging grinds, your hips shoving to one side, then the other, stirring the cat's guts as you luxuriate in the feel of those tight depths yielding and stretching around you. High moans and gasps roll from the confused, overwhelmed catgirl as you poke around her insides. Before she can adjust, you drag out and pound in viciously, suddenly shoving her half up the armrest before dragging her down for another blow, your hips digging murderously into the plump padding of that ass as you rut her with a feral smile. Her cunnie is starting to drool slick juices over your pumping length, flexing and trying to grip at nothing as you rock her violently across the side of the couch, setting the furniture creaking in protest under the driving force of your hips, even through the generous padding that is the cat's body.Your feet find proper hold amongst the cushions of the couch, and suddenly you launch in against her with a snarl, the full force of both legs driving your steely length deep into that ass and shoving a choked cry from the feline as she starts to slip over the side-- your arms can't haul her down fast enough before another blow drives in, and another, and you rut her right off the side of the couch. She can't get away that easily, though. You follow over the couch without missing a beat, pouncing on the foolish feline that thought she could fall off your dick and get away with it. She had just barely rolled onto her belly to try to get up when you land, promptly skewering her from behind. A high, shaky cry, verging on a moan, looses from the feline's throat, thrumming with the pressure of stroke after stroke nailing her hips tight against the floor as you ream that same naughty little hole. Your paws spread on her back to pin her tight as you bounce on those luscious cheeks, balls slapping heavily at her neglected lips as she quivers and moans helplessly, her tail flicking and dragging at your chest erratically as you punish that big bubble butt. Her claws grate across the ground as you only drive in harder with each moment, catching your rhythm as your legs hitch up just right around her-- but you aren't getting deep enough.With a snarl, you heave her up, not even letting her slide off your length as you drag her around and bend her over the side of the couch. Her confused yelps swell into desperate moans as you slam home, grinding deliciously deep into that wide-spread ass, your balls beginning to tighten already as you pulse thick against the sweet, warm inner reaches of that strained ass. You drag and buck in powerfully all the same, sparing not a second to your impending climax, but spreading her cheeks wide under both paws to dig even deeper, till your hipbones are cracking painfully to her with every blow. Her cries surge desperate and shaky as you pour stroke after deep, resounding stroke into that ass, burying your cock as deep as it can physically go with each blow, her battered ring deliciously tight around your very base.When it comes, it is as the full weight of a tidal wave-- your reckless, relentless pounding has summoned a dreadful flood of obscene pleasure, crawling under your hide, threatening to consume you entirely even as your muscles tighten and haul at that ass for still another blow, hips to cheeks. Your balls heave tight, and a guttural sound, a roar, a venting of fury crawls out of your throat, setting the broken creature below you, bent and taking gush after gush of your seed, quivering and moaning submissively, her fur poofing up, her tail comically thick, laid low to one side. You pump into her until the tide crests and finally falls-- your hips are still only for as long as the force of your sheer pleasure in climax pins them tightly to that ass to deliver your load in grinding pulses. Shivering yourself, you pull out, and thrust home again, and again, pushing at first weary cries from the battered feline below, but soon, half-formed queries, pleas for mercy, and inevitably, as words melt away, the moans of a bitch in need of a good rutting.You give her everything she desires and still more, shoving her down onto the couch again under the force of your driving hips. The ache of your bones and your hide seems to blend into the pure intensity of each thrust, your dick growing raw and hypersensitive, letting you glut yourself on searing pleasure and drive still forward into the boundless ecstasy this little pussycat can offer you. You cum again, adding fresh lube to that raw fuckhole, and you just keep going. You don't even know how many times you cum in her before you tire of that sloppy tailring.When you finally pull from her ass proper, you can't help but laugh at the glowing red hole left gaping between those cheeks, already pouring cream down her neglected cunt now that you've unplugged her. Her mouth hangs open, panting noisily, when your dick finds it. Her breath catches in a confused, whining mewl-- which you quash under your cockhead, driving down her throat to use as a fresh hole. One paw knotted in her hair, you hunch over her head, belly rubbing over her forehead as you rut her slutty little face, holding her in the same sloppy doggy position you'd pulled her up into to claim her ass.You can see that gaping tailhole like this, you realize-- it hangs open still after your punishing assault on it, giving a twitch now and then as she struggles to swallow around your cock. Smirking slowly, you reach over and hook two fingers easily in that hole, gripping tight and hauling her forward by that rim like a handle. Choked grunts --likely the seeds of swallowed screams-- eke out around your dick as her body trembles violently, her tail lashing at your wrist, but you only chuckle, using that hole to lever yourself into her body, compacting her neck to work your dick down nice and deep with a snarl. Her nose is digging into your crotch, drool and juices slopping down your balls around her mouth, and it's likely she hasn't gotten a breath in rather a while now as you ram into her face, but at a particularly tense tremor, you lean over to find her climaxing-- her juices of debased need making a slick little mess running down the armrest you've hung her up on.You snicker and observe aloud, 'you really are a despicable little slut, my pet. Hmmm, let's see...' You sigh, deciding to indulge your little masochist, and lean in tight over her. You fit a third finger into her ass easily, but the fourth is a pretty tight squeeze. She strains and squirms weakly under you, but she wouldn't have the strength by now even if she wasn't barely conscious, choking on your dick. Slowly, your thumb tucks in tight to your palm and works inside, thanks to the copious lubrication of all that cum coating her insides. Her fur bristles as you work up to the knuckle, but with a single moment of delicious strain, your fist pops fully into that decimated hole. Her whole body is tense now, despite her lack of strength, and slowly, you push and drag, fucking her with the only thing you could find bigger than your own cock. A few firm, slurping strokes, crushing her unused cunt against her belly and stirring up the creamy mess you've made in her, and it begins again.Heavy waves of shuddering tension, her fur rippling all down her back to seize that worn ring around your wrist, and you think you can feel the ripples of her vaginal canal tightening through those silky, ragged walls. The scent of feminine arousal grows thick as she adds a fresh stain to the couch. More importantly, the instant you wrung this mind-wrecking climax out of her, her throat completely transformed-- sudden, powerful suction drags your cock in to the base and heaves at it laboriously, dragging her slick neck powerfully over you, flesh ingraining tight against flesh. The friction alone is enough to make your eyes water, and the suction-- you don't know if she's kicked into some desperate struggle for air and is trying to inhale your cockflesh, or if her sheer sluttiness has inspired her to suck dick like never before in the throes of her pleasure, enthralled to your cathood, but you do know that you can feel the pull all the way down in your balls, and they're churning violently, preparing their response. You grit your teeth, a throaty groan bursting from you as you grind around the tenacious grip of that slender little neck, every drop of your pre wicked from your shaft. Pulsating thick to push every criss-cross of vein and tissue into blinding, wondrous focus between your thundering, vivacious body and the all-consuming need of that creature, your pet, your slave, your dumping ground for every load, every spurt, every drop of your spunk. You are the dealer, and she the junkie. And it's time for her fix.Your balls launch thick, almost painful jets of seed, but each one is sucked whole from you, disappearing into the belly of that voracious cumslut, and you can only grip tight at her head and her insides as you fire and fire, hips bucking violently into her face at point blank, launching the full contents of your balls straight into her bottomless stomach. You don't even know how long you lie straddling her face, cumming over and over, but by the time your balls finally sag down, that familiar, delicious ache of emptiness radiates from them. It's a feeling you know well-- a sign that your pet has done her job thoroughly. But you're not done yet. No... Drawing a deep breath, you drag your paw from her ass and slowly slide out of her maw. She collapses slowly before you, struggling to fill her lungs again after her long reprieve from oxygen, but you give her precious few moments to recover.Pushing the feline on her back, you mount her face like the hole it is, allowing her one last weak gasp as you line up your meat before thrusting home into that ragged, bruised neck. You're pleased to be able to watch the bulge of your cock slide down her neck, and you grab tight at the back of the couch as you set to fucking that tight little throat all over again. Your body's been hardened by countless, relentless acts of sexual congress, your muscles defined and refined for the singular purpose of sex, endless hours of it. Similarly, this feline has learned to live on nothing more than meat and cum, and her body falls limp, conserving what little oxygen she has in her blood as you pleasure yourself with that canal she might have once considered important for some other function.Your balls roil slowly, the constant stimulation of sliding through that strained neck demanding something to fire, so much as a drop more to put to the endless work of breeding this slut. It is a unique, sinful pleasure-- the sensation of your broad balls jostling about on the face of your bitch, churning up a fresh batch as quick as they can. You swear you can feel it happening. And the tickle of air occasionally pushing or drawing through her nose as her mouth churns around your cock sends chills up your sack to ripple through the whole of you, seeming to drive you inevitably to reward her with nice, deep, throat-stretching thrusts, pulling those balls to cook up still more hot, fresh food for that swollen belly. Indeed, her middle is visibly swollen now, as you feed and feed her, managing to shoot another half a dozen thick, sticky pulses down her throat every few minutes as your balls get to work properly. Even now, you can see, that hot little pussy flexes with need, her hips giving weak little rocks as you fuck the other two holes in her body instead. Juices are smeared all up her belly from that hungry hole, but this isn't about giving her what she wants. You're giving her what she needs-- to be used. Every two or three times that your shaft surges, stretching her throat just a little wider to cram more seed down her gullet, that tiny cunnie tenses and lets slip a few fresh dribbles of honey, her paws tensing into little fists where they lie cradling her cumbaby. You chuckle loosely at your slave's utter lack of basic dignity, eyelids slowly growing heavy. You honestly couldn't say if you're authentically tired or if this is just so relaxing --your body so tuned to fucking this cat of yours that merely humping her face slowly while sitting on it barely counts as effort-- but you're honestly ready to fall asleep. You know you shouldn't, really, or should at least pull out of her throat first, but you find yourself resting your head on the back of the sofa, trying to keep your eyes open... and failing.Vague, sensual dreams come and go, a soft moan slipping from your lips more than once, and you only wake when a particularly intense fucking brings you to jerk your body forward, trying to grasp at hips that suddenly aren't there. You slump down over something soft-- very soft. You rub at your eyes a moment and find that you're lying atop your bitch-- and her belly is massive. If you didn't know better, you'd expect her to be due for a delivery. You heft yourself up, blinking, remembering the recent events --the real ones-- in bits and pieces, and you're mildly surprised to find yourself still buried in her face. For an instant, a cold sliver of fear stabs under your hide, and you drag out rather painfully. Lith had been completely still-- but this motion pulls a heavy jerk from her, and her eyes blink wide open. She coughs and groans noisily, gasping for air and coughing it up again several times. You sigh heavily and give a soft chuckle, setting down in a heap by the overstuffed feline. You must have just kept coming in your sleep, with that nice, hot mouth... You look down at her, a bit impressed that she survived such a thing. Her mouth, like her ass, seems to be almost circular after spending so much time wrapped around you, and her lips are reddened and raw, her whole mouth mussed with stringy remnants of your many loads. You sigh and smile wryly down at her-- but she only leans up to lap and suckle weakly at your shaft, her breathing already mostly evened. Blinking a moment, you stare at her... and can't help but cackle softly as you heft yourself up. Her mouth lies open wide as you line up, and thrust home again. Home.Your balls already feel nice and heavy again...