Jax's tongue dove into Nyara's well-used asshole with the focus of a man completing a mission. It was salty, musky, and utterly degrading. He lapped at the tender, stretched ring, his nose buried in the soft fur of her tail's base.

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Nyara's whole body shuddered. A long, low moan tore from her throat, part pleasure, part pure, animalistic release. Her fluffy tail thumped against the floor like a frantic drumbeat.

"Oh, gods… Professor…" she whimpered, her voice cracking.

He finally pulled back, his lips glistening. 'Okay, now what innocent act should I pull'?

But Nyara was past waiting. A wave of raw need crashed over her, burning away her hesitation.

She closed her legs slightly, trapping his still-hard cock between her thighs. Then, with a desperate, grinding motion, she rubbed her dripping, open pussy along the length of his shaft.

"Ah! So hot…" she moaned, her eyes glazed over.

Jax adjusted his dick, pushing it through the soft, orange bush of her pubic hair. The sensation was incredibly soft, a strange contrast to the hard, throbbing flesh beneath.

That was all the invitation she needed. Nyara's patience snapped. With a guttural growl, she grabbed his cock and pulled him towards the bed, her strength surprising him. She fell back onto the mattress, her legs spreading wide, her pussy glistening and begging for attention.

The thought of impregnation was a distant speck in her lust-filled mind; a human and a catfolk? The odds were laughably low.

Jax followed, playing his part. He slapped the head of his cock against her wet folds five, six times, the wet smacks echoing in the room. Then, with a grunt, he pushed into her pussy.

"Ngh! T-too big!" she cried out, a brief flash of pain in her eyes.

But after three deep, solid thrusts, her pain melted away. Her moans turned into hungry, constant purrs. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her eyes held nothing but raw, feral lust.

Jax laid his body on top of hers, his mouth finding one of her heavy breasts. He licked and suckled at her nipple while his hips pistoned into her.

The pleasure was too much for Nyara. Her claws unsheathed on instinct, digging deep into the skin of his back.

"Agh! Fuck!" Jax hissed as sharp lines of blood bloomed across his shoulders. 'Okay, that's new. And kinda hot, in a really painful way.'

Driven by the stingy apin, he bit down on the nipple in his mouth, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her yelp.

They were a mess of shared pain and pleasure, neither willing to give an inch.

Jax reached up, capturing her lips in a savage kiss, silencing her moans. Below, his thrusts became a brutal, relentless rhythm.

The sound of his balls slapping against her thighs was loud and wet, like two heavy, fleshy monsters fighting.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Nyara, lost in the sensation, wrapped her arms and legs around him, locking him in a vice-like grip. She met every thrust by bucking her hips upwards, driving him even deeper inside her.

The force of their wild coupling was too much for the old bed. With a loud, splintering CRACK, the legs gave way. They crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and broken wood, but their bodies remained locked together, his cock still buried deep within her.

They paused for a second, looking at the wreckage around them.

"Oops," Jax muttered.

Nyara just stared at him, her chest heaving. Then a wild grin spread across her face. She pulled him back into a desperate, messy kiss.

"Yes… Professor… cum inside!" she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Fill my pussy! Fill all of it!"

She could feel him getting close that's why she said, she could feel he was about to release. His thrusts were becoming erratic, faster, more frantic. His face was a mask of strained ecstasy.

With a final, deep roar, Jax slammed into her and came. Ropes of hot, white cum flooded her depths, and he collapsed onto the mattress above the broken bed, completely spent.

Nyara breathed heavily beneath him, her body humming. She looked at his exhausted form and knew she wasn't satisfied, but couldn't find the words to ask for more.

She weakly crawled off the mattress, grabbing a towel to clean the cum dripping from her well-used pussy.

Jax watched her through heavy-lidded eyes. 'She's still hungry. A true professional always finishes the job.'

As she bent over, he moved his head close to her cheek. "You don't have to hesitate, Mrs. Nyara," he whispered, his voice rough. "I won't leave you until you are satisfied." He kissed her cheek softly.

Her eyes widened, glowing with renewed hope and lust. "You mean that, Professor? Because I don't think you can go that far."

He smirked. "You are again underestimating me."

With a happy, excited shudder, her tail began shaking wildly, whipping back and forth and smacking Jax in the face.

'Annoying fluffy whip,' he thought. He grabbed the base of her tail, folded it, and used it like a rope to pull her back towards him, positioning himself behind her.

"Ah! My tail!" she gasped, but it was a gasp of pleasure, not protest.

His renewed fucking from behind was brutal, a punishment and a reward. The torn mattress slid around the floor from the force. Nyara screamed, her claws digging into the floorboards as he pounded into her sore pussy. He came again, his body screaming in protest.

He looked at her. Her pussy walls were still trembling, clenching around nothing. He was utterly drained.

'Screw this,' he thought. He mentally pulled a Stamina Elixir from his inventory and drank it. A cool, revitalizing energy surged through his veins, washing away the fatigue. His body felt fresh, his cock hard and ready once more to roar.

Nyara, who had begun to stand up, thinking it was finally over, let out a sharp cry of panic as Jax grabbed her hips and pushed his re-fueled dick right into her other hole.

"WAIT! NOT THERE! IT'S TOO SORE!" she screamed.

But Jax was already lost. The asshole was incredibly tight, a hot, vice-like grip that threatened to milk him dry instantly. He didn't care about her screams or the soreness. He set a punishing pace, his balls slapping against her thighs once more.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

His hands came down on her beautiful ass, spanking her cheeks until red, hand-shaped marks bloomed all over her fur.

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Needing more leverage, he reached up and grabbed not her hair, but the base of her soft, twitching cat ears. He pulled.

"AIIIEEEE!" she shrieked, a sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy and pain. The sensation was overwhelming, directly connected to her core. Her whole body convulsed around his cock.

He fucked her ass like a man possessed, using her ears as reins until he spilled his seed inside her with a guttural shout.

He finally pulled out, panting, and collapsed onto the ruined mattress, pulling her down with him. He pointed to his sticky, cum-smeared cock, then to her.

"Your turn," he grunted. "Hop on."

She didn't need to be told twice. Exhausted but insatiable, Nyara straddled him, guiding his dick back into her messy, overflowing pussy. She rode him with a slow, deep, grinding rhythm, milking every last drop of pleasure from them both.

When he cummed for the final time, she threw her head back and let out a long, mournful mewl, her inner walls fiercely clenching his dick, not wanting to let it go. She could feel his fresh cum mixing with the old inside her.

Finally, her stamina gave out. She collapsed onto his chest, her body slick with sweat. She weakly licked one of his nipples.

"Professor…" she breathed, her voice barely audible. "You are more wild than us catfolk." Her eyes fluttered shut, and she fell into an immediate, exhausted sleep on his chest.

Jax looked at the destruction around them: the broken bed, the claw marks on his back, the cum-stained fur. He gave a tired, darkly amused chuckle.

'All in a day's work,' he thought, patting her soft hair before sleep claimed him too.

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