Cougar on the Prowl: Ms. Triss (Patreon)

Craig sat up upon the massive, four-poster bed, nakedness covered by red satin sheets.  The room was dim, lit by mood lights and sensual candles on the dressers, bookshelves, and hope-chest nestled into a corner across the room from him.  His clothes were piled, neat and folded, on a nearby side table.  The sheets were cool and slick against his completely bare body.  He shifted against them, feeling his light spattering of body hair bristle across their silken texture.

Off down the hall, doorway framed by a bare line of brighter light, he heard the sounds of the shower still droning on.  He'd never heard a shower like this one: a heavy hissing sound rather than the rainfall notes of any other he'd heard of.  Steam billowed out from the bottom, casting a haze across the already porn-video level lewdness that surrounded him.  Everything smelled sweet, from the candles to a pot of potpourri up above his head to even the flowery scent of the pillows piled around him.

She had said make himself comfortable before she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.  He shifted again, not exactly a fan of how he had no real traction on these sheets.  He felt like he was liable to slide out of them at the first wrong move, even if that would seem impossible given the size of the bed itself.  It wasn't sized to a Human such as him.  That wasn't really surprising given whose house he was in, but even so, he wasn't aware they made Emperor-sized mattresses.  Then again, Anthros were so much bigger than Humans that it stood to reason her bed would be sized appropriately.

He pondered a remote nearby on a small shelf, built into the headboard of the bed.  He had no idea what it turned on, given that it wasn't a television controller.  He didn't even see a television in the room anywhere.  Then again, he'd heard that having a TV in a bedroom was actually bad for your sleep.  He had one at his modest home, if only because he could rarely sleep without some form of white-noise emulator playing: snowstorms, rainfall, that sort of thing.  He didn't want to mess with the remote, in the worry that he'd turn on something embarrassing or hard to then turn back off.

Again, he shifted position nervously, trying to sit up more.  His legs slid against one another and the svelte texture of the bedding, lower body concealed by the sheets, and he played with his fingers out of sheer awkwardness and the lingering tingles of earlier still racing through his thighs.  He glanced up at his hands, noting once again the dull gleam of the extra-long, padded handcuffs that bound his hands above his head but without causing any pain.  He still had a decent range of motion, the illusion of being trapped here only adding to the atmosphere.

Something from the nearby bathroom thumped against the wall and he jumped at a heavy growl that drifted, muted, from through it.  He thought he heard something like "Dang it..." which actually made him smile.  Maybe she had dropped a thing of shampoo or something.  No one would ever believe that the woman who had brought him home could ever be ungraceful or awkward.  It was nice to at least know he hadn't been taken back to the lair of a complete predator, even shackled and naked as he was.  He still couldn't help but feel like some sort of sacrificial offering on the altar of some primeval goddess or deity.

Craig tried to relax, taking in a deep breath and sighing it out to calm his nerves.  He hadn't been abducted or stolen away; he had asked to come here.  This was all, mostly, his idea.  No one had forced him to get in that car.  Sure, he was nervous.  It had been quite a while since he hooked up with someone before.  At about 30 years old, this was actually quite a first for the mid-level office manager.  His romantic adventures over the years had mostly included various dates with women who agreed to go out with him after weeks of mooning and shy, awkward flirting on his part.  Things always parted naturally and without drama; the women he dated just weren't looking for something serious.  Sometimes you took what you could get, even if all you wanted was something more.

Even so, he couldn't help but wonder how everything had turned out like this...  The bathroom door opened, forestalling his nervous pondering.  The light beyond clicked off and a sultry purr filled the air as a cloud of steam billowed out of that darkened doorway.

If seemingly only to add to the erotic atmosphere, her voice came, sultry and low, resonating in his ears as her darkened form exited the bathroom.  "I smell...something delicious..." she growled out in a husky tone.  He saw her teal eyes shining in the gloom as they came to rest upon the prey sitting upright and stock still in her bed, abruptly paralyzing him in place.  Big paws slid across the carpeted floor, huge frame leaning in and across the bed as she started to climb up, across, and then over the bed to loom above him, causing his eyes to track ever upwards to stay locked with hers.

Dark lips, no longer colored, curved up at the corners of her muzzle, baring the tips of some of her sharpened fangs.  The tip of her tongue emerged, licking at the tip of her nose and demonstrating the piercing at the center of that muscular limb.  He shuddered as her heavy frame settled in atop him, paws lifting on either side of him to grip the headboard above.  She stretched her completely naked, furry form before his eyes as she straddled him through the sheets, allowing him to feel but a part of her considerable weight pressing against him even so lightly.

"I've heard its bad manners to eat in bed..." she rumbled.  "But here lays my dinner, all supine and prepared.  It would be an awful shame to let it go to waste, wouldn't you agree?"  Her cat-like eyes twinkled and she began to lean down toward him, playing the part of hungry wildcat perfectly.  Her uncontained, uncovered chest hung right before his face, swaying seemingly without any constraints of gravity.  The gleam of a pair of piercings, which he already knew had been there, caught the glow of the candlelight as those dark centers drifted ever nearer to his face.  He would never get over how 'gifted' Anthro women were.  Bigger in every way without losing bodily proportions.  Her tail lashed behind her, sliding across his covered feet through the satin.

As her hot breath ghosted past his face and he could now feel, more than hear her purring making the bed seemingly rumble as if caught in a low-grade earthquake.  She smelled wonderful and dangerous.  He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in that thick fur of hers, even leaning in to do so.  She leaned back just as he did though, causing him to tug at the bindings unhappily as she rumbled in pleasure.

"Ah, ah, ah," she giggled huskily.  "Soon enough..."  Her paw drifted down to ghost through his hair before taking a slight grip on it and tugging it, then his head back, causing his back to arch as he allowed her to move him as she desired.  "We had a deal, little man," she whispered in quite possibly the sexiest voice he'd ever heard.  "You'll get your turn to play..."  She leaned down and her tongue's hot, rough tip rasped across the curve of his jugular.  Even that barest touch had his entire body vibrating.  "If you're a good boy."

Craig's throat bobbed as she began to shuffle her immense, muscular, Amazonian Cougar body against him.  She began grinding softly around and on him with her powerhouse thighs, using the motions to slide his covers down and away from him to be replaced with the enveloping weight of her plush fur pushing down against his naked flesh.  Bit by bit, his whole world was being enveloped in her huge, furry form.

"Will you be my good boy...?" she growled down at him, paw lifting to the back of his head then, sliding her grip from the hair on top to the back to reaffirm her power and control over him.  His eyes wandered all over the vast mountains hovering right in his face as she finished straddling his bare body with hers, pinning him in place.

"Yes..." he moaned at the tiny sharp tug she gave him, wrenching his attention back up to her glowing eyes above him.

"Yes what, my pet?" she asked, voice sultry as she squeezed around him all over, paw loosening its hold just slightly.

"Yes...Ms. Triss..."

Her smile widened, teeth flashing.  She gave a delicate seeming tug of her legs and his back slammed down flat onto the plush mattress as she towered over him.  Her paws kept her weight up off of him, mostly, as she licked her lips once more.  "I love it when you call me that..."

"Your name?" he panted up at her as he felt her so easily maneuvering his comparatively small frame into position for her to begin the single greatest night of his life.  Thoughts of survival and logistics of weight differences went completely out of his head, but for one glorious coupling with this utterly angelic predator of a Cougar.  The weight on his hips increased as she settled herself down, ready to begin.

"That too..." she whispered.

How had his luck finally won out in the end?  How had he found himself here, in the lair of the beast, ready to begin an evening of worship and devotion to the single sexiest woman he had ever met in his life?  How had she chosen him?  As she leaned down toward him, weight increasing more and more as her bulk blocked out the dim mood lighting around them, his mind thought back just earlier that evening, past the warnings even she had given him of the risks of what they were about to do.  He hadn't cared.

If this was a dream, he thought, let me never wake up.

***

The night had started off the way the last month of nights had gone, with Craig offering to buy a pretty pair of ladies down the bar a drink.  The pair of them had giggled when told so by the bartender and then looked eagerly across it to see who had treated them.  Vivacious, calculating eyes fell upon him, sitting by himself.  He felt them scanning him, felt their gazes weighing and measuring.  He tried to look confident, sure, and relaxed, even if inside he was a ball of nerves.  He wasn't the sharpest dresser here at Luxes', drinking a beer that most likely cost a quarter of the fruity concoctions they were sipping from.

He sensed more than actually saw their rejection, by the way, their eyes glazed over.  They accepted the drinks with a less-than-energetic giggling smile and wave in acknowledgment, and he waved back before returning to his singular personal poison with a sinking sigh.  Oh well.

Hans, the bartender, wiped down some sticky residue left by a spill from a previous customer.  "Sorry, mein Freunde," the portly, barrel-chested man said.  His big grin stretched beneath a heavy yellow beard and his large hands lifted a hose from behind the bar in an offering for a refill.  The man's accent wasn't very thick, even when speaking German, but it gave the man personality.

Shaking his blonde-haired head, Craig grunted, trying to give a nonchalant smile.  "No thanks, Hans," he mumbled.   He didn't want to spend too much of his liquid budget which was already dangerously low from what he had allocated himself.  Even a cheap beer wasn't cheap.  He sipped at his half-full glass.  At least it tasted good.

Hans shrugged and nodded, lowering the hose, then glanced up and over Craig's shoulder.  His eyes glittered once in slightly surprise and then he grinned wider.  He gestured with his chin in a motion, catching the bargoer's attention a second before something dainty and soft touched his shoulder through the thin material of his button-up shirt.  He turned on his stool in surprise to see the pair of young women from earlier, holding their drinks, standing behind him.

As soon as his eyes caught theirs, they smiled politely.  He smiled back, unsure what they intended.  They'd already made it clear, via the silent language of the drink exchange, that they weren't interested but appreciated the offering he had made.  Maybe they just felt obligated to talk to him given the situation?

Sure enough, one of them spoke, a little louder than she might have due to the background music thumping along.  "Hey!" she chirped.  "Thanks for the Sunrises!"

Craig gave her a smile, freshly-shaven cheeks stretching over his moderately attractive but hardly tv-star looks.  His blonde hair was neat and short, his tie loose around his neck, and he kept himself in decent enough physical shape.  Sure, he wasn't the hottest guy, but he wasn't bad-looking.  These ladies were probably just more into the hunks or pretty boys.  Slightly above-average guys like him tended to be mostly ignored unless no better options presented themselves.

"No problem," he told her and her friend.  "You two having a good night?"

"Oh yeah, totes," replied the first girl.  She sipped at her drink, bobbing along to the club music.  She wore a very tight and short dress, bound at her neck and showing off her lovely pale arms and legs.  Her high heels made her look a bit taller but even so, Craig was still taller sitting on the elevated stool.  "How bout you, sugar?"

"Decently enough," he replied, trying not to cringe at her voice's grating quality.  He felt guilty thinking it, but maybe he had lucked out.  He had nothing against anyone but he doubted there was much of a possible future in a girl who said 'totes'.  Sure, finding his one and only in a bar was much less likely and more befit a sitcom when pondering how he would explain to his possible children someday how he had met their mother.  Still, his options thus far hadn't been all that successful, and he was willing to try anything.  After this probably came internet dating.  Stigmas existed everywhere, and Craig liked music and the occasional drink.  So, bars it was, for now.

"Name's Craig," he told them.

"Britney," the first girl said.

Casting his eye toward the girl's companion, he gave her a similar smile that he had given the first. Her friend was dressed in much the same, but in an off-the-shoulder tube top and pants that hugged her skinny but still lovely frame.  "How about you, dark eyes?" he asked, trying to at least sound playful if not flirty.  No reason not to be friendly.

The girl just nodded in response, eyes glazed over whenever she was looking directly at him.  Lost cause there too then.  She was chewing on a cherry stem, disturbing the glint of a lip piercing.  He always kind of liked lip piercings.  Shame she had absolutely no interest in him.  Eventually, when it was obvious she couldn't just ignore him, she glanced directly at him once.  "Dee," she replied, short and sweet.

"Nice to meet you both," he chuckled.

"Sweet," the first girl said, obviously struggling to think of anything to say now that social convention had been obeyed.  "Well...we're gonna go, a couple of our friends just showed up."  She gestured at a group of guys further down the bar.

Shrugging, Craig nodded.  "Have fun!" he told them with at least genuine-feeling sincerity.  He watched them flounce off, immediately draping themselves over the admittedly larger arms of the guys.  The surprise but open delight of the men to be given such attention told Craig all he needed to and he felt a tightness settle into his stomach.  Oh well, there was no speaking for some people's manners.  They didn't have to lie to get out of talking to him, but he tried not to care.

He drank the rest of his beer sullenly, about to call it a night, when Hans was suddenly sliding a larger, completely full glass over to him.  He glanced at its foaming, dark brown beauty and then up at the bartender in confusion.  This was a lot more expensive a drink than the one he had just finished.  "Uhh...thanks Hans?" he asked, already reaching for his wallet despite that he knew it would be a hard stretch to afford.

The man raised his big hands.  "No need," he simply replied.  Then he winked.  "Die Frau sagt, Anstand sollte belohnt werden."

His eyebrows furrowing, Craig tried to remember, thanks to his basic college-level knowledge of German, what that meant.  The slight buzz of the two beers he had consumed, yes he was a lightweight, was making it difficult.  "Sorry, what?" he asked.

Hans chuckled.  "The lady says that decency should be rewarded," he translated.  At Craig's utterly lost expression, the bartender simply pointed behind Craig at the far back wall.

He turned to look in the direction Hans had gestured, eyes peering through the dim lighting in that area.  He blinked in surprise to see the sultry pair of glowing teal orbs staring back at him from across the bar.  His mouth abruptly went dry and an ancient, barely ever felt urge to flee suddenly surged up inside of him even as he was rooted in place.  A thrill of something primal and nervous tittered away in his stomach.

An Anthro woman was staring at him from across the bar.  Seated in a booth set against the back wall, the large female Cougar was sipping at a similar pint to the one that had been placed before him.  Her lips were colored a bright teal to match her eyes, making them more pronounced against her tawny fur.  Multiple piercings adorned her fluted ears and two on her bottom lip, with rosy glasses perched on the tip of her muzzle.  Somehow, one of the most attractive details about her face was that she had cut her hair all close to the skull, a traditional and older style for Anthros who loved the more natural, animal look.  He loved that look too.

She sat, or rather sprawled in her padded booth, sipping idly from her similar tankard which she held in a massive paw that combined both animal power with surprising feminine grace.  In her grasp, however, the full-bodied drinking vessel looked more like a decorative A&W mug.  Her lips curved around the rim and he watched glowing golden-brown liquid slowly bubble against her mouth.  Her throat bobbed slow and steady, each movement making him unable to look away and drawing his attention down her neck to her attire.

Matching her eyes and lipstick, the Cougar wore a shoulder-less teal-green dress that seemingly clung to her with quiet desparation, helped only by the sheer dimensions of the assets they had to hold onto.  A deep valley stretched the front of her top, a cavernous stretch of cleavage between two mountainous breasts that seemed to defy all logic of gravity as she propped them up on the polished top of the table, holding their shape perfectly.  What he could see of her muscular dominatrix body could only be described the same way, looking more sculpted than naturally formed.  One leg was draped over the other, causing the already short skirt line of her dress to lift even higher across her muscular thighs, making him wonder just how long those legs were...  A tufted, white-tipped tail waved alongside one leg.  Her footpaws were clad in high-heels, bright blue with rhinestones, and several rings glittered on her big hands.

His eyes returned to her face and he was drawn in by her gaze as if by a raging whirlpool.  Her smile stretched her muzzle more and she lifted her mug idly to him in a casual salute.  He blushed hard as she did so and hurried to return the gesture, thanking her wordlessly for the drink.  She blinked, once, long and slow, a decidedly feline gesture that only made the gleam in her eyes more prevalent when they reopened.  It was a hungry look and his stomach clenched again.

"Uhh...Hans...?" he asked softly back at the bartender, still unable to tear his eyes away from this vision of a woman who had bought him a drink, a total first in his life.

"Ja?" the man replied.

"Who...is she?" he asked, voice reverent.  He saw her pluck up a pretzel from a bowl in front of her and roll the tiny brown treat in between two padded fingers.  She then placed it on the tip of her tongue as she extended it, curling the dextrous tip around its shape and then retracting back into that Mountain Lion maw.  A swift, sharp crunch of her jaws made his entire body tingle as he watched her then chew up the salty snack.  Although he hadn't heard it, he had felt that snap.

Hans chuckled behind him.  "You would do better asking her yourself, mein Freunde," he told him.  Craig stood to immediately do so.  "Do not forget your drink," he was reminded and he gave Hans a rushed, hasty grin before he collected the heavy mug and, steeling himself, wove his way across the bar toward her table.

As he approached, more about this sultry huntress stood out to him.  Anthros were a very common sight nowadays.  He worked with several in his firm and they were always impressive, courteous, a bit odd in mannerisms, but endlessly respectable.  Even so, he'd never before seen a woman quite like this one.

The most notable detail other than her incredible endowments and seemingly unblinking stare he saw now that he was closer was that, despite not being super aware of the subtle differences in their species, she looked a tad older than she had from farther away.  That wasn't to say she looked like a Matron but there was a dignified air about her that spoke of the weight of years above the youthful zest and vigor of her lively appearance.  If he had to guess, Craig would have put her at about 40 or so, making her a literal Cougar.

He stood there, awkwardly, in front of her booth, mug in hand.  Her eyes looked straight at him, so tall that even sitting that they were nearly at equal height.  That alone spoke volumes of her size, more than just in the width of her shoulders, bulk of her arms, and the sheer displacement of space that she occupied.  She exuded an aura, felt even from here, of power, control, and confidence.  A single look reduced him to shivering despite his best efforts as she scanned his modest body up and down once, taking in his attire, appearance, stance, and air all at once.

Silence stretched on between them for what felt like an eternity, her eyes weighing and measuring him.  He felt at any second she was about to reject him, unaware before just now how badly he needed her to find him acceptable.  She'd bought him a drink after all, even his flagging hopes of at least finding some companionship unable to let go of that slim chance that maybe...

Her eyes gleamed again.  "I see you got my drink" she rumbled quietly at last, voice dignified, husky, and primal.  It suited her entirely, the way some voices just did for the person who carried them.  It was equal parts feminine and strength, just like the rest of her.

"Y-yes, I did," he replied lamely.  He gestured with the mug, holding it reverently in both hands.  Dear god, how bad would his luck have been if he tripped somehow just then and spilled it on her.  The sheer terror of that mental image alone set him to shuddering even more.  He was never this nervous and yet he wanted nothing more than to please this woman, to do nothing at all that would upset or drive her away.  Don't blow it, he told himself again and again.  "I deeply appreciate the gesture," he allowed himself to say a moment or so later after yet more awkward standing.

Her nostrils huffed and her smile widened.  It was a look that seemed to know exactly what he was thinking.  "I am so very pleased to hear that.  This beer is a very fine one, to my tastes anyway."  She lifted her mug again, making it look so easy as she again sipped long and slowly from it.  Her throat bobbed up and down again as she swallowed.  Every gesture was ever so calculated and measured.  "I'm sure you're well used to it."

Truth be told, Craig only knew of this kind of beer from an office party years ago, and had only a small glass of it then.  Casting a gaze down at the frothy top of it, he nodded and then, not wanting to let her sip alone, took a healthy drink of it.  The cool, wonderful flavor slid down his desperately thirsty throat, assuaging some of his discomfort from how nervous he was.  "It's wonderful," he told her once he lowered the mug, hoping to all hope that he didn't have a mustache now.  He wanted to check but he felt, as ever, transfixed by her gaze.  "Although it's been a long time since I had any of it, so again I am deeply thankful to you."  Wow, could he sound any stiffer?

"I don't suppose you'd like to sit down and join me?" she asked, phrasing it somehow as if he were the dominant and confident one and she the shy subservient party who wanted nothing more than to share his company.  "It's been ever so dull this evening and I'd greatly enjoy spending some time with such a gentleman."

His eyes went wide and he automatically nodded.  "I'd...like that very much!" he spouted off, perhaps a bit too exuberantly.  She simply grinned and gestured with a nod at the seat beside her in the booth.  He moved, carefully and slow, hesitant to spill, but just as he was scooting himself into the plush curve of the seat, his foot caught on something, causing his balance to shift at the exact wrong moment and he felt a horrible falling sensation.  All his worst nightmares surged at once and his heart went from excited to terrified in the space of a second.

His mug started to tip even he fell to the side and he wanted to yell in denial and terror.  Then, abruptly, there was a clap of a paw and something thick caught him all at once.  Her paw had lashed out with lightning speed and stopped his mug from spilling even as her bulky shoulder kept him from collapsing to the side.  He blinked in shock and looked from the paw atop his drink to the other one that was even now helping steady him on the seat.

"Oh I do hate the table legs here," she grumbled softly, her voice now literally breathing into his ear as she helped him sit up straight.  His whole world was pressed into the swell of her arms and the curve of the side of her body as she righted him.  "My feet catch on them every time I sit in this booth."  She retrieved her other paw from atop his drink.  Her paw pads were stained with droplets of beer and foamy bubbles.  "Are you all right?" she asked, catching his gaze with hers.  She was abruptly so much closer now, seated literally hip to hip against him.

Wordlessly, he stumbled for something to say.  This close-up, her smell was beyond anything he had been prepared for, a heavy jasmine and cinnamon musk that left his nostrils burning pleasantly.  It permeated every strand of her fur as it stayed plushily pushed against him.  Her paw remained on his shoulder as she had him recline slightly into the padded backing of the booth.

"Yeah t-thanks..." he muttered, face burning from embarrassment as well as overwhelming uncertainty.  She was so close now; there was literally no part of her on that side of him that wasn't pushing right up against him.  There was so much of the booth to sit in even on her side and yet she remained right there beside him.  "Sorry about that, let me clean your paw at least."  He reached for a napkin.

"Oh no need," she told him and then, right before his eyes, she turned her paw to her face and extended that tongue again.  The gleam of its piercing flashed in the dim light and she slurped across the stains in one long swoop.  Away went the suds, absorbed into that slick muscle, before she recovered it back into her broad muzzle and then wiped off the rest of the moisture with a towelette.  "Waste not want not," she chuckled.

Craig had never seen something sexier and more casual in that moment.  He struggled to maintain his composure as she tucked away the moist square once her paw was completely clean.  Again her eyes fell upon him and he shivered harder.  He thought about scooting away just a bit to maintain his dignity and not have her wondering if he was about to shake to pieces.  Instead she just scooted along with him, keeping as close to him as she had been before.

"So, tell me about yourself," she rumbled as if nothing at all had happened.  She leaned her chin into one paw and watched him.

Shuddering once or twice to try and compose himself, Craig cleared his throat.  "W-well my name's Craig Charles..." he started to say.

"Craig..." she mumbled, cutting him off.  He watched her mouth the name, the way her turn curled against her teeth, the way her lips formed the sounds of it.  "I like that name...  It means Rock or Stone, does it not?  A strong name, firm and masculine.  Something to cling to and depend on."  Her eyes flickered at him.  "I do hope you wouldn't mind if I clung to you."

"No!" he blurted out.  "N-no not at all..." he added lamely.  Please, for the love of god, cling to me all you fricking want, said a voice in the back of his head.  It would make it easier for me wanting to do nothing but worship you like some Greek Goddess...

Again her eyes gleamed as if she knew what he was thinking.  "That is very good to hear," she chuckled throatily.  "A dependable man is hard to find.  Most men are so...fragile.  So...brittle.  They act all tough but they fold when the going gets tough."  He blushed hard at the mental imagery her words alone elicited, making him want to rise to the subtle challenge.  "It is a complete pleasure to meet you, Craig Charles..."

He swallowed, utterly shaken by the way she phrased his name like it was some sort of spell she was casting upon him and steeled himself by taking a drink from his mug.  "It's...really nice to meet you too, Ms...?" he asked, hoping to earn the honor of her name.

"Triss.  Inga Triss," she responded.  She held out a paw for a formal greeting, which he happily took.  The differences in size were immediately made more obvious as her padded digits folded around his knuckles, nearly swallowing his entire hand from view.

"It's wonderful to meet you as well, Ms. Triss," he replied, wanting to be thought professional.  She seemed the type to enjoy that better.

Her eyes flashed and her smile became toothier.  "Such a gentleman, I was right in my assumption about you," she glowed.  She huffed then.  "Those two women from earlier were utterly foolish in not appreciating your generosity and heartfelt gesture."

He blinked.  What women?  He couldn't think of a single other female specimen with those eyes gazing down at him so adamantly.

At his confusion, she simply smiled.  "I suppose it doesn't matter.  More's the pity for their sake, and more the pleasure for me to share in your company."  She raised her mug, a gesture he followed quickly, and they toasted one another.  After they had sipped once more, she put down the drink and turned more to face him directly.  "May I be perfectly candid and ask something...personal, Mr. Craig Charles?"

"Of course!" he spouted off, once again seeming a bit over-eager but only making her chuckle more.  "Err...but please...just Craig is fine, Ms. Triss."

"Craig then," she agreed.  She crossed her paws below her chin.  "Do I make you nervous, Craig?"

He flushed.  "N-no not at all," he responded.  She arched an eyebrow down at him and he flushed, looking away.  "I'm more just...unused to sharing in such amazing company..."

"Amazing company," she chuckled.  "May an old woman ask what is so amazing about it, if it is not too self indulgent to inquire?"

Looking down at his mug, the Human smiled shyly.  "If I could be...perfectly candid?" he asked, mirroring her words only a second ago.  She nodded in the affirmation.  "You're...the single most attractive woman to ever share a drink with, let alone offer to do so on your own.  No one has ever asked me to drink with them before, and certainly no woman like you.  Not to mention you're probably one of the most beautiful specimens I've ever met."

"Specimen of Anthro?" she inquired, actually purring now.  Her body shifted beside him and her tail brushed his hip.

"Of...any woman I've ever met," he admitted.  He lifted his mug to take another drink out of sheer awkwardness.

"I'd like to take you home, Craig."

Craig choked, nearly spitting the beer he had just taken into his mouth.  For several seconds, it was all he could do not to spit out the precious amber liquid she had bought for him, struggling to swallow past his furiously clenching throat and not devolve into a furious, not to mention unattractive, bout of coughing.

Her question didn't seem to have bothered her at all.  Her eyes had gone wide and she immediately wiped at his lips with another towelette that she procured from somewhere, patting his back with utmost gentleness as she tried to help him through his little episode.  "Oh dear," she sighed, sounding almost motherly in a way.  "Are you all right, Craig?"

When his fit finally seemed to have subsided, he nodded at her.  His mug slowly lowered to click down onto the polished table and he gazed up at her, face red from surprise and the strain not to choke.  A long span of silence stretched before, completely unable to comprehend what had just been asked of him and still struggling to get his suddenly hammering heart under control, he managed to choke out,  "W-what did you...say...?"  He had to make utmost sure he had heard what he had heard.

The Cougar smiled, relieved that he was feeling better and to return to the conversation they had been having.  It was a totally different kind of smile than before.  "I'd like to take you home, Craig," she repeated.  She continued speaking while the wheels in his head suddenly switched to nitro speed.  "We can start small, if you prefer.  I simply figured I would offer since you were so striking to me and your utterly lovely words and company have made my aspiring plans for the evening become altered rather sharply.  I originally intended to ask you out for some coffee and get to know one another more, but I'm not a subtle woman.  We do not have to but I have greatly enjoyed your company thusfar and I would very much like to continue doing so in a more intimate setting."

She said it all with such a straight face, like proposing going out for any mundane event.  I'd like to take you out for coffee.  I'd like to go watch a movie.  I'd like to take you home.

Swallowing hard, Craig looked her straight in the eye, trying to ascertain if she was being serious or not.  She was.  His eyes widened and he once again shivered from head to toe at the hungry, calculating, almost predatory look she fixed him with.  So casual in her appreciation of him, openly now looking him up and down like he were a male stripper or some delicate feast.  A subtle shift in her already wonderful scent made his head swim a bit and he wondered if he had drank too much.

"I-if...it's not too much...trouble," he managed to chatter out.  "C-ould you please...elaborate?"  Wow, how much lamer could he be, literally asking this woman to spell out her already incredibly blunt request of him.  Just take the fricking offer!  But...what if it was a test?  A lie?  What if she was just teasing him?  He was too used to women playing those kinds of sick, mean little games with unimpressive men like him.

He wasn't buff but he had some muscle.  He wasn't an athlete and admittedly could stand to go to the gym more, but he wasn't overweight.  His hair had been trimmed only a week ago, and he wasn't that bad to look at, possibly, but all the same women had never really actively gone for him.  Sure if he put himself out there in the past he sometimes had managed a date or two.  There just always seemed to be something better out there for them.

She smiled, gentle and sweet, and he felt abruptly guilty for doubting her at all.  It was still a confident look, but one that spoke of her seeming ability to again read exactly what was on his mind.  Her paw lowered to brush his thigh and rubbed there.  "I can," she hummed.  Then her eyes again grew heavy-lidded and smoky.  "Shall I whisper it in your ear?"

Despite his hatred of when people did that, he felt himself leaning more towards her, turning his head to the side even as more of her thick fur and plush firmness pressed against him.  He felt her hot breath teasing his earlobe and he had to struggle hard not to wriggle.  Her claws had taken a firm hold on his thigh and effectively locked him in place, not painful, but he could feel each sharpened, teasing tip through the fabric of his pants.

"I want us to finish our drinks," she began.  "I want to hail a cab to take us to my apartment.  On the ride there, I want to kiss you.  I want you to kiss me, touch me even if you like.  The driver will be absolutely certain of our intentions.  I'm not a subtle woman but I won't openly molest you in public."

The way her laughing trill teased his ear made it very clear what part of the sentence she had left out.  'Unless you ask me to.'

She continued, tail brushing his leg, nose tip brushing along his earlobe.  "Once we get to my place, I want to touch you.  I want to peel you out of those clothes and enjoy the already wonderful view I've been appreciating since I saw you at the bar.  Oh but I'll be ever so gentle...at first."  She laughed again and then he felt something hot and rough brush his ear, followed immediately by the pressing of soft warm lips to his cheek.  There was the slightest sticky feeling left behind and he was sure that her lipstick had stained his face if just a little.

"At...first...?" he asked, nearly breathless from anticipation.  He wanted to turn to look at her again but her paw immobilized his chin with the gentlest of pressure, keeping him locked in place.  Her furry muzzle and twitching nose trailed down his neck and he felt her pause, nose pressed deliberately against the rapidly thudding staccato of his pounding heartbeat.

"At first," Triss confirmed.  She leaned back and finally turned him to look up at her once more.  Those eyes captured him like a steep trap, voice like a siren's song.  "Once I'm sure you can take it...I take you."

He gulped.  That ever-thrilling rush of just the slightest hint of fear her tone elicited in him was nothing he had known he was into.  Even so, there was real danger behind those sparkling, teal-sapphire eyes.  Like he was willingly allowing the beast to drag him back to her den.  Jokes and references to shows he vaguely remembered, involving similar situations where the man came out with broken hips, flashed through his mind.

She stroked his cheek once, teasing it with a clawtip.  "I'd never willingly hurt a lover, nor ever intend to cause even one sensation in their bodies that is not rapturous joy, but..." here she paused, glancing away from him.  Her heavy, seductress air faltered.  "I am...neither subtle, nor gentle when the mood takes me.  I've learned what I need to achieve my own...satisfaction and my taste in Humans means that I must first ask you, very seriously, but one single question, tell you but one thing."

Craig nodded.

"If I take you home with me, Craig, I'm going to break you, although it is my hope at least not literally.  I would never dream of hurting you, but my...partners in the past have admitted to some lingering fear of me after everything is done.  I even sent one to the hospital."  She actually giggled even as he blinked in shock.  "He...partially dislocated his hip.  In my defense, I told him that the position he wanted to try wasn't exactly suited to someone of my size compared to his.  He seemed resolute and I was having fun.  I felt terrible after but we remain cordial and friendly."  She paused then.  "If this is...too alarming to you, I will understand.  Consider the drink just a friendly gift for you being such a gentleman and we can part ways as friends."

Taking that in, Craig finally managed to look away from her face and stared at her fluffy throat as he pondered what she was telling him.  Inga was a woman who spoke honestly and seemingly left nothing hidden.  She was both inviting him to her 'cave' and warning him of the dangers therein, namely herself.  When all was said and done, he might walk out in worse shape than he went in.  A part of him was admittedly not excited about the idea of being mauled by a woman just to enjoy a fun evening's adventure.

But another part of him, a macho, stupid, stubborn, and yearningly hopeful side, wanted to try anyway.  And it was hard to not also find Inga charming, beautiful, and utterly respectable that she might think of his safety before her own pleasure.  She slowly started to retract her paw from his leg.  He stopped it with his hand, gripping the furry knuckles and squeezing.  Their eyes met again, hers wary but hopeful and his nervous but eager.

"You're sure?" she asked.

Craig nodded.

A smile, lovely and genuine, stretched her Cougar features.  Her eyes crinkled at the edges and he abruptly got the image of what morning, no matter how sore and battered he may be should he survive the night, he could be waking up to.  A woman who smiled like that was someone that made the day brighter.  A shy, furtive voice in his head wanted nothing more than to endure whatever trials might face him just for the possibility to wake up to that smile.

They finished their beer in silence, looking into one another's eyes as they sipped at their drinks.  It was almost a conversation without words, it felt like to Craig.  One of them would smile while staring at the other, which would make the other chuckle or giggle, and it would spread from there.  Loving caresses on her part, shy stroking of her furry arm or paw, even her allowing him to pet her tail.

Their first kiss came when both of their mugs were about halfway drained.  Inga had used her thumb pad to wipe some foam off of his upper lip and he had leaned up to do the same for her bottom one.  Her lipstick hadn't once smudged on her glass, his eyes unable to tear themselves away from their luscious, brightly-colored shape.  They weren't like human lips, but when Inga immediately leaned down toward him, his entire world being swallowed in ravenous teal eyes and her warm, beer-tinted breath, he didn't really care all that much.  All he knew was that they were soft, and hot, and her furry jaw tickled his shaven face even as they gripped one another's hand / paw tightly.  She would occasionally break the kiss to lick across his lips with her raspy, rough tongue but then dive right back in.

When they finally broke apart, panting more on his end but even her looking a touch breathless, they had immediately snuggled up together more on the seat.  It just felt...right.  Her paws kept him close to her, head nuzzled directly against the massive swell of her pale-furred cleavage and hearing the thundering drum-beat of her heart like tribal song deep in some forgotten jungle.  Her scent was heaviest here, amidst the plushness of her full-figured bosom.  He could even feel old aches, pains, stress, and built up exhaustion and fears of rejection literally melting away.

Each sip of their beer was like a heated exchange, as if that by each creeping inch of volume in both mugs brought them ever closer to what was to come.  He might have felt pressured but every time he took a drink, he noticed how pleased she seemed to become, a gesture he couldn't help reciprocate whenever she did likewise.  They both knew the game was just for fun, and being aware of that meant they could technically call it off at any time, or get a refill.  There was no rush.  Which just made it feel all the better to know that 'When this drink is over, I have to have you,' was on both their minds.  To pass the time, they traded small jokes, laughs, tidbits of their lives.

Inga, or Ms. Triss as he addressed her at all times, which always made her purr happily for some reason, was the oldest of three daughters of a prominent, old-fashioned Anthro family.  While her younger sisters had gotten married, she had abstained and focused on her career in real estate.  Only after she turned 30 did she realize she had been missing out on romantic ventures and attempted to settle down with a likeable enough man who she had worked with for several years.  They'd separated after a few years from a messy divorce and she had instead decided to focus on just enjoying herself for the time being.

Craig talked about his work in the office as a mid-level manager, complaining only a little bit about how it wasn't entirely where he wanted to be in life at this point, but the money was good and he had decent amount of freedoms.  He also felt contented in how she asked him questions about it all, what kind of things did they market, who all did they represent, where would he see himself in five years?  He didn't have answers for them all but she hung on every word with genuine interest.

At long last, however, he felt just tipsy enough, given how big a mug of beer she had gotten him, to ask something he had been thinking about for a while.  "So...Ms. Triss?" he asked.  She hummed, purring in response.  Her tail batted at his leg softly.  "Do you...study names a lot?"

She cocked her head to the side, bright eyes shining.  "I do enjoy finding out the history behind such, but it isn't a super heavy subject of study of mine.  Why do you ask?"

He blushed.  "Well...you knew what Craig meant just off the top of your head and that was really impressive.  I just...wondered..."

She filled in the gaps.  "How I knew that so immediately."  He nodded.  Here, she blushed, fur fluffing up a bit and her ears folding down.  "If I can be completely honest, I am good friends with the bartender and come here quite often.  When you were busy with those ladies earlier, I slipped him a message asking about you.  After he told me your name...I might have done a little bit of reading up on it to try and seem more collected and intelligent."  She glanced away from him, seemingly embarrassed.

He flushed leaned against her a bit harder, startling her and caressing her big paw with his thumb.  "You need no help looking intelligent, collected, confident, or anything, Ms. Triss," he murmured up at her.  "But I'm so flattered that anyone would go to lengths like that to try and impress me.  No one has ever done anything like that.  I hardly think I'm worth so much effort.  You could have crooked your finger and I'd have come running, beer or no beer."

Her purring redoubled against him and her powerful arm folded in around him more.  "You are most certainly worth every amount of effort," she growled into his ear.  "Are you...finished with your drink?"

He looked up at her, once again trapped in those sparkling depths of her eyes.  His throat felt dry all of a sudden as that hungry luster shone within them and he reached over without preamble to take as big of a drink as he could.  The empty mug thudded onto the table and he looked immediately back up at her, wiping his upper lip with his tongue.  "Yeah, but I'm still kind of thirsty," he rasped, finally allowing a bit of confidence to build behind his words.

Her face split in that familiar, wonderful smile to see him flirting back and she leaned down toward him.  "You missed some..." she whispered, and again his world was swallowed up in thick, warm, soft lips.  He wasn't sure when they had stood from the table, gathered their things, or bustled out the door.  He barely even felt the temperature change, so closely bundled against her fur as she called them a ride.

Once in the backseat, all bets were off.  Inga had no sooner closed the taxi door and told the driver the address then she leaned down toward him and yanked him almost up into her lap.  Again their lips met but this time it was hungrier and fiercer than before.  She practically seemed to be trying to devour his face and he returned her ardor as passionately as he could.  There wasn't an inch her paws didn't roam across him and he returned the favor, indulging in seeing just how firm her bosom was.  From even the first touch, those pillows of feline womanhood were the softest things he had ever felt and he indulged greedily.  It helped that every time he squeezed or rubbed their shapes through the fabric of her dress, she would croon and growl appreciatively.

They arrived at her apartment in an undeterminable amount of time.  He barely even recognized any of the buildings, since his own domicile was on the other side of town.  She wasted no time, bustling them both inside where they repeated their heavy petting and make out session in the elevator.  Craig would never before that night have thought he would enjoy being picked up by a woman, but when his feet left the ground and his back pinned against the elevator wall, he knew a new fetish had just been unlocked.  Inga held him entirely up off the ground in her strong arms as she shoved his face into her bosom and throat, growling heavier than before as he happily nuzzled in and roamed her powerful build of what he could reach with eager, groping hands.

Much like in all those romantic comedies, they stumbled into her apartment, him still mostly held up in her grasp, mouths barely leaving each other for a second.  Then he felt the wind sailing past him and his back slammed into a plush, leather couch cushion.  He blinked and gasped in shock, only momentarily confused and aware of his surroundings before Inga leaped atop him again.  His jacket and her shoes went flying across the room and she attacked his throat with her muzzle, not truly biting him but very obviously enjoying her tasting of him as she ground against his obvious, firm male endowment through the fabric of his pants.

Then he felt the air touch his abruptly bare chest and he stared down in muddled surprise to see she had somehow gotten his shirt unbuttoned so quick and deftly that he hadn't noticed.  Her teal eyes scanned up and down his modestly hairy and defined chest, noticing just the hint of a taco-tummy but even that seemingly only making her look all the hungrier.  She started kissing and licking down him, sparing not even an inch of bare Human chest and stomach.  His pants followed the same, mysteriously easy to disrobe manner, flopping down around his ankles.  With a satisfied growl, his briefs joined them as well.  He helped by kicking off his shoes and leaving him, shirt open, and naked from the waist down on her couch.

Inga looked down at him like a huntress that had just taken down her prey.  He felt equal parts thrilling arousal and fluttering terror at the look in her eyes as she admired his proudly towering shaft, modest just like the rest of him in proportion.  He almost felt a twinge of worry that she was probably used to bigger partners when she rumbled in a heavy purr and dropped to her knees firmly in front of him.

"Permission to begin?" she asked, voice teasing and playful as she breathed out a hot breath from her muzzle across his tip.  It jumped in response.

"D-do you have to ask?!" he demanded.

"No," she admitted, grinning wider.  Her eyes crinkled and that horribly endearing smile stretched her muzzle once again.  A thought struck him as she planted a paw on his belly, kneading the body hair and slightly soft mid-section there that he had always been so self-conscious about, and then leaned down to open her jaws wide before engulfing his flesh in a hot, wet, wonderfully textured hole.

Where did he want to be in five years?  Waking up to that smile.

It was the single best blowjob of his life.  She alternated suckling, bobbing of her head, lathing her tongue up and down his shape which made him completely aware of the wet sandpaper texture of that muscular limb.  And to make all of it even more divine, so much so that he found himself trying to muffle the sounds she was forcing him to make?  When she went her deepest onto him, bottoming out his mostly shaven groin with her soft, fuzzy jaw, she purred.  The sheer vibrations her throat and jaws caused around his sensitive flesh almost had him rocketing off the couch, held down only by her shockingly powerful paw on his midsection.

Still, the sensations were so mind-blowingly strong that he was very rapidly beginning to whine.  It all felt like almost too much and just sitting there while she tended to him was all but maddening from how good it felt.  So, despite hating himself for doing so, he eventually cleared his ragged-feeling throat to get her attention inbetween purrs.

Inga glanced up at him, eyes hazy, and slurped back off of him to the head just barely still inside of her mouth.  "Hmm?" she hummed, the gesture, facial expression, and situation combining into the cutest yet most erotic thing he'd ever seen.  She was obviously loving what she was doing, something he'd never had a woman do for him with such enjoyment.

"I...I want..." he panted, hands almost completely white at the knuckles from holding onto the couch alongside his legs since she had made it clear he wasn't to interfere.  He couldn't even get the words out and just ended up whining out, "Please?", hoping against hope that her seeming ability to read his desires and thoughts would come out once again as he imagined returning the favor if only to give him something to focus on and last longer with, as well as make her feel good too.

Her eyebrows lowered and at first he thought, in horror, that she was angry at him for disturbing her.  Then her eyes flashed and she smiled.  Off she popped from his head and licked her lips.  "You want to...?" she asked, obviously sounding as eager as he was.  He nodded frantically, amazed and grateful that she understood.  "Right here?"  Again, he nodded.  She purred more.  "I love a decisive man...but are you sure you'll be able to breathe?"

"I'll tap you if I need a breather," he told her confidently.  "So long as you'll be able to think while I'm busy."

She growled.  "Confident...now that is sexy..."  She stood up and reached down to her skirts, rolling them up just enough to work her big paws into them and underneath.  A second later, he saw them descend again, dragging down a silken, lacy black thong.  It pooled around her footpaws and she kicked it away with devilish glee before she reached down, grabbed his shoulders, and slammed him flat onto his back.  He had barely a second before she slung herself up, over, and across him.  The most perfect, erotic, wonderful view filled his field of vision: nothing but thicc, muscular, Cougar ass and round, powerful thighs surrounding the daintiest pair of nethers he'd ever seen.  His eyes went wide in amazement to see the tiny piercing in the fur right above those dark lips.

"And you're absolutely sure about this?" she asked back down at him over her shoulder as she faced away from him, legs holding herself up as she got into position to 69 him.  "Because once you get started, I'm going to keep you there till I'm satisfied."

"You can keep me forever."

Her ears folded back against her skull and the Anthro Cougar woman smiled once again.  "Let's start with tonight," she growled softly.  "Deep breath now..."

Dutifully he inhaled as deeply as he could right as that ass came crashing down onto him.  His world was swallowed up in musky, sweet-smelling fur and flesh and her aim had been flawless.  Tongue and lips lathered across the silken textures abruptly in full contact with his mouth and he felt her quivering atop of him as her lower body completely settled almost all of its massive weight onto his face.  He heard a muffled gasp and a shudder raced through her and all around him.  A second later, she returned to what she had been doing as well, jaws once again swallowing him to the root and resuming her pleasuring of him even as he was now able to return the favor.  And return it he did.

Craig wasn't the best at this, granted he had more than enough enthusiasm to try.  He focused on trying to be consistent for her, paying special attention to a certain, special spot that had her growling and quivering all the more intensely whenever his tongue found it in his blind searching.  He felt the ache already building in his jaw and mouth but he wasn't about to give up.  The only thing that would stop him was suffocation at this point.  She even tried to lean slightly back off of him as he bore down on her spot, only for him to clap his hands mightily around as much of her hips as he could reach and keep her anchored in place.  After that, she stayed where she was, happily playing and feeding from him as intensely as he did from her.

He could so much hear anything as he did feel her reactions as he worked.  His lower jaw was soaked and his breath was beginning to run out but still he explored and worshipped as best as he could.  When it was finally all too much, he tapped vigourously on her thigh and she rose up after only a few agonizingly slow moments to allow him some air.

"A-are...you...all right?" she asked, voice trembling even as her paw took over tending to him so she could speak.  He gasped for air but nodded furiously up at her from what little of her he could see with her still sitting on top of him.  "It feels...so good..." she growled weakly.  "I'm getting there already."

"Then...if I can be...a little cocky...for one second...?" he asked, still struggling to get enough air before he returned to battle.  She lifted up one leg higher to look back at him in surprised interest, and he was so happy to see her ears still folded back against her skull in obvious rapture.  "Sit, kitty."

Her eyes gleamed and the feral smile that crossed her face made his own lower region tighten in sudden dread mixed with utter carnal joy.  "I do so love younger men..." she snarled and then like a boulder, her hips crashed back down onto his face to resume the ride he had been giving her.  He had also been getting close and this last stretch was as much for him as it was for her.  Her legs tightened and he actually felt her thunderous thighs squeeze more around him as she bore down, nearly compressing his skull right as a rush of heat bloomed against his tongue.  He thrust up at the same moment into her maw, pushing as deep as he could go as they rode out a simultaneous orgasm at the exact same time.

And it was a long one.

After what seemed like a solid minute of clenching, tensing, spasming, gasping and furious shudders, Inga finally lifted off of his shaft and climbed up.  Her footing was actually slightly unsteady, to plop back down onto her rump on the floor in front of the couch.  He laid there, face hot, chin soaked, and tongue swimming with her feminine flavor, as his groin blazed with the aftershocks.  Their eyes, glazed over and chests heaving, glanced over toward one another at the same instant.  Inga Triss smiled and it was like the sunrise.

Wordlessly, she leaned over, squatting on the floor to lean above him, and then down to plant her lips against his in a loving kiss.  He returned it with no regards or worries, happily making out with the Cougar.  He stroked her furry cheeks and ears and the back of her skull as she licked at his lips and tickled his chest and throat with her clawtips.

When at last they broke apart again, she swallowed heavily and let out a shuddering breath.  "Spirits..." she breathed.  "It's been way too long since I got to enjoy something like that.  You are a very resilient young man..."  Her eyes sparkled.  "Encouraging..."

He chuckled hoarsely.  "You're...amazing too," he admitted.  He made to sit up but she was abruptly scooping him up in her arms and carrying him from the living room, leaving clothes and such behind.  His shirt was plucked from him and left on the hallway floor as he was ceremoniously carried, bridal style, into a darkened room and laid down on the plush mattress and silken sheets.  She folded in around and atop him, indulging in yet another makeout session before she finally jerked up and shuddered.

"I...am going to...go take a shower..." she informed him.  "You just...lay there for a bit, okay?"

He grinned up at her.  "I'm not complaining but...I could always...join you?"

Her eyes sparkled more and she actively beamed.  "Already so eager to go again?!" she asked, sounding impressed.  He nodded, more than happy and ready to do so.  With a second round, maybe he would last longer.  Her fangs showed.  "I love a kinky man...But no."  She reached down out of sight and stood back up.  "I think...I have a better idea."

Craig arched an eyebrow, too intruged to be disappointed that she didn't want to take him in the shower.  His eyes popped open wider as she dangled an extra-long set of padded handcuffs from one clawed finger.  She moved fast once he had given her a shaky nod, leaving him strung up but still able to move his arms enough to either side.  Only after he was secured did she stand back and began to slowly, torturously, begin shucking her tight green dress off.  It bundled in folds and ripples across her body as she undid the zipper at the side and then shuffled her chest and hips in dance-like swivels.  Inch by inch, she extricated herself from it, revealing the goddess-like body underneath.

If he had been free, he would have begun playing without thinking about it at such a striptease as she arched and posed for him with each section of her slowly becoming revealed.  No bra.  The gleam of something metallic shone in the dim lighting at the center of each golden-brown orb at the dark centers.  Nothing but naked, 7 and a half foot tall Cougar woman as she showcased incredible flexibility and rippling assets, both feminine and musculature.  He whined as she even lifted one leg up alongside her own body in a Chun-Li style pose, holding it there with ease and showcasing everything of where his face had just been.

Finally she ceased teasing him and she leaned down to give him a single kiss on his lips.  "I won't be long..." she promised.  Then her eyes flashed with that same, predatory light.  "Now...be a good boy...and wait for your Cougar here."  She waited for his frantic nod before she laughed and openly raked his body with her eyes.  Then, seemingly taking pity on him, she covered him up with the sheets before she swayed away down the hall to the nearby bathroom, only stopping to turn on a set of electronic candles on the nightstand and numerous bookshelves.  They helped illuminate the porno-style bedroom he was now firmly trapped in as he waited for her eagerly to come back.

And so he waited.  Eventually she returned.  She climbed atop him, teasing him, grinding with her freshly washed body as she extricated him once again from underneath the sheets only to pin him down on her bed and straddle his smaller body.  The shackles stretched to accommodate his position there.  She waited only to reach to her sidetable and extricate a condom which she insisted on putting on with her mouth, showing yet another new erotic fixation of his for her muzzle, before she got back into position.

Her tail lashed against his heels as she settled in, teasing herself and him right where they were.  Her weight was incredibly dense but she seemed experienced in keeping the majority of herself off him so she didn't cause any pain.  The pressure though was yet another exhilarating rush of arousal and he looked up at this goddess of women as she growled excitedly, equally eager as he was to get to work.

"You ready, baby?" she asked, bearing her sharp fangs down at him.  "Because you're in the cougar's lair now, and I'm not stopping till I'm satisfied...one orgasm is going to be enough for me, stud.  I'm gonna break you..."  Her eyes sparkled and she planted her paws on either side of him as his tip caught at something and then began to slide across and slightly into at tiny jiggles of her hips, making him writhe and moan through his teeth.  "You'll never be satisfied by just any woman ever again.  You'll think of me from tonight on for the rest of your life..."

He looked up shakily into her ferocious expression and, despite his hands being bound, reached for her paw.  She grabbed it and pinned it to the bed, folding his fingers between her larger, furry ones.  "So...long as I have you..." he breathed as he felt her pushing harder back onto him.  It was all a matter of angles now and she had the right one.  The surge of penetration was a drawn out one followed by a rush of feverish snarls and gasps from either of them as his tip vanished inside of her.  "I will never need...anyone else..."

Even through her mating heat, the mist of Aggression, Inga Triss looked down at her little mate and felt a pounding, clenching weight fall into her chest.  She didn't respond, other than to begin a small, dancing sway of her hips on the section of his manhood currently lodged inside of her.  Spirits, how she hated condoms.  She wanted to tear it off of him.  The idea of him going bare inside of her was not an unwelcome one, and not one she would have done with just any random hookup.  Craig felt special to her, beyond just his charming shyness coupled with bursts of raw, aggressive confidence.

"Just give me tonight," she whispered down to him.

"It's yours," he responded in equally hushed tones.  "So am I...my Mistress..."

She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she felt that heat and surge inside of her again.  She could happily grow old looking at that smile of his.  "I love when you call me that..." she murmured.

"Your name?"

"Yes..."  She leaned down and as she descended to kiss him once more, so too did her hips.  She swallowed him to the base all at once, filling her tightly clenching feminine walls and setting both of them to moaning directly into one another's mouths as they became one for the very first time.  It wasn't the only time.  Her bed had always been a place of carnal satisfaction, the one place where Inga could cut loose and indulge in her dominant side with just one special person at a time.  Now it was a place of exploration, of adoration, and worship.  They wasted no time with words anymore, speaking with their bodies in ways only lovers could.

Rough, slow, fast, gentle, they tried out them all.  And that was just round one.

***

Five years later, they would wake up every dawn thereafter together and roll over in the lush, silken bed, to let the first thing they saw be the sleepy morning smile on the face of their lover.  Wordlessly, their paw and hand would reach forward for one another, the gleam of their matching rings catching the dim glow of the mood lights they slept underneath every night.  They would cuddle close, her wrapping her body around him, and all would be right in the world as they made love.  She truly had broken him to her desires, and he broke her to his as well.

***The End.***