One Star Shining, Ch. 4 (Patreon)

Ch. 4
New Fantasy

Cassandra grinned as Mr. Cross gave her his consent, allowing her free reign to take the lead.  She allowed herself a surge of relief and satisfaction; she hadn't ever really felt this truly excited while on the job, at least not in a very long time.  This man hadn't needed to do anything that he had tonight, not the 5-star meal, the dancing, even the simple, if unorthodox request for her to just be herself.  She hadn't ever had someone ask her to not have to play a part or put on airs.  

Then it was all about keeping up a character, talking in an accent that made her feel foolish, or coordinating details about what the client may or may not like.  Instead, he just wanted...her.  Sure she understood why, but the simple way he looked at her, as if adoring every detail even the ones she wasn't as fond of.  It made things inside of her go fuzzy and weird, in ways she hadn't ever thought she wanted them to feel.

Focusing on the task at hand, or rather what was now IN her hand, Cassandra gave a long, huffing breath and leaned up onto one elbow above the more-than respectfully endowed human.  His whole body was just like she had imagined it would be: trim and smooth from no doubt years of personal trainers, a well balanced diet, and upkeep to maintain this well-behaved persona he felt stifled by.  His skin was flawless and nearly without any body hair, supple and pleasing to stroke underneath her paws, and she yearned to trail her tongue across those well defined abdominal muscles.  All things in good time, she told herself.  He deserves every second of what was coming.

The Husky rose slowly up his body, pausing above his flushed face, and then she pressed her lips against his cheek in a dainty brushing of textures and sensations.  He took a deep inhale, almost turning towards her, but she lifted away teasingly, giving him a sultry look that made it very clear that he wasn't to move.  He stayed where he was.  That didn't mean he didn't react as her lips touched his skin again.  

This time she went lower, kissing along his jawline, nibbling her way down his cleanly shaved throat.  Human skin felt so different than Anthro fur and flesh.  It was almost too soft and giving, and she had a worry that if she went too rough, she might break it, or him.  But the way he moved up against her mouth every time, she had a feeling that beneath this mild-mannered repressed persona was something much more lewd and exciting, just waiting to be let out.  Much like a specifically cramped, and burning part of her at that moment.

She kept moving down his body, now at his collarbone and pectorals.  She kissed along them as well, then, feeling adventurous, she flicked out the tip of her long tongue and toyed with one of his small pink nipples.  His reaction made her chuckle, a sharp intake of breath at the hot tingle then rush of cool air across the now slick area.  She liked that reaction.  She repeated it, now swirling her tongue underneath the tip and across to the other one.  This time she took the whole small thing into her mouth, framing it with her teeth and suckling very gently upon it.  

He writhed softly beneath her, gritting his teeth and panting a bit.  His hands trembled and she happily let him have a second or two of touching her sides through the dress before she moved again.  He let out a soft groan.  Her tongue began to trail down his chest, exploring his abs, testing them with her muzzle and even teasing him a bit with the cold tip of her nose.  And then she was going yet still lower, teeth just barely grazing as she descended beyond his navel.  

His pelvis bone abruptly surged up against her mouth, as if trying to halt her, and she allowed him that, a slow steady kiss to his hips below his belly-button before she kept going.  His freshly trimmed pubic hair scraped at her furry chin and she nuzzled into it, enjoying the smell of the soap he had used.  But the real object of her desires was still to be appreciated.

Finally she returned to where she had started, paw taking a firm grip around the girthy spire of his arousal.  She played with her grip around it for a second or two, enjoying the spring and texture, especially the darker color that ran along the bottom edge of his otherwise pale flesh.  He wasn't circumsized, a strange tradition among Humans that she had seen a few times, and she found she liked this version better.  Her paw swivled counter-clockwise, locked its grip, and slowly pulled down.  

The skin slid slowly back to reveal the delightful color of his head.  Already, a thick drop of fluid had built at the tip and she felt her ears going flat against her skull.  Her Aggression had built to an uncomfortable level, about to peak and burst through her restraint.  She did so love the shape and feel of a man, not that women weren't lovely, but there was so much to enjoy in the simple action that reduced a man to the shuddering wreck that Mr. Cross was exhibiting beneath her.  She breathed out across him, huffing deep in her throat, and she glanced up to see him gritting his teeth and his hands gripping the sheets on either side of his hips.

She was torn.  Should she keep teasing him, or indulge?  She knew which one he wanted.  Might as well test one option before committing to it, she rationalized.  Her tongue extended again, and clearing her throat, she got his attention, making him look down.  His green eyes locked onto her expression as she leaned forwards and tasted him.  His gasp made her fur stand on edge and at the same time she couldn't help but shiver a bit at the flavor.  

Her tongue lapped up the droplet formed at the top, and then slid all the way down the major vein of his shape, resting at the two orbs trembling between his legs.  She was more than a little impressed to see that he was just as long as her tongue.  Clearing her throat to make sure it was as unobstructed as she could, she then made  her mouth open wider, showing it off to him as she adjusted her placement atop of his hips one last time.

"Last chance, little pig," she whispered up at Cross as she combed her hair back out of her way.  "This big bad wolf is about to eat you all up.  Gonna run?"

He shook his head, finally something breaking through his nervousness, his shyness shattering slowly as real heat and need began to form within him, most likely for the first time he had ever felt.  Not to toot her own horn, but she doubted he had ever been this turned on before.  "Couldn't..." he suitably whimpered.  "If I wanted to."

She growled playfully and flashed her teeth for a second.  "Not worried I won't gobble you up?"

"I mean..." he relented, actually smiling and chuckling.  "It is your dessert.  You're allowed to eat it however you like."

Her purple eyes widened.  "You lewd little elite!" she chirped, voice happily surprised.  "In that case," she took a hold around his base, aiming him up.  "I think I'll do just that."  She cleared her throat again, met his eyes, and then began to take him.  

He wasn't the biggest she had ever done this to, but he filled her mouth from fang to fang and fit snugly between her rows of teeth.  His vein slid along her tongue as she kept descending, taking his length with relative ease.  She went down about halfway, a comfortable thickness in her mouth, before she clamped her jaws around him and sealed him in.  Her eyes rolled back into her head a little for a second before she met his eyes again.  His face was priceless, staring at her in utter fascination.

And then she began to move.  Cassandra had done this a fair few times in her time as an Escort, and while she wasn't the best at it, she knew the tricks of the trade.  She moved up and down along him, swallowing and humming at the deepest descents as she gradually kept taking more and more.  His reactions let her know just how well she was doing, his breath coming in and out in steady, controlled bursts as he tried to maintain his composure.  

All that did however was make her go harder, speeding up slightly and her paw around his base, now pressing against her lips, began to twist and tug gently.  Eventually she removed her paw completely and took him to the base.  She even had to take a second try at it; surprisingly it wasn't as easy as she had thought it would, but she wasn't the type of girl to quit at a small set-back.  His back bucked up off the bed as she rested there, taking in smooth, deep breaths as she began to hum right around his whole length now firmly locked in her mouth.

Her eyes had since closed as she kept humming and sucking upon him, one paw lifting up to lay across his belly and keep him from moving.  She was enjoying herself, way more than she ever had before with a client, and just from giving oral.  She almost felt slightly lightheaded, so she made herself lift up and off at last, but taking her time doing so.  He left her mouth with a lewd, little pop of her lips and she wiped at her muzzle, breaking the string that still connected them.  She panted for a breath for a second and then met his eyes again.  He had apparently covered his face with a hand, shuddering and breathing through his gritted teeth.  How close had he almost gotten?

She smirked.  "Oh I'm sorry..." she teased, obviously not.  "Did I move too soon?"

He shook his head, still covering his face.  "N-no...don't want to...too soon..." he panted.

"Why, you a one-shot wonder?" she chuckled, trailing a finger down his shaft and playing with the curve of his bell-end, tickling the tiny bumps underneath.  That almost made him shoot up off the bed.  "That would be a shame...since we have all night together...Do I need to slow down?  Because I'm more than happy giving you multiple rounds of satisfaction..."

He finally took a deep breath, doing delightful things to his abs, and he sat up a bit on his elbows.  "No, no I'm...ok.  This is all just a little..."  His words obviously began to fail him as they locked eyes again.

"Intense?" she asked, giggling.

"More so than I've ever felt in my life," he admitted, and she nodded smugly.  "You might actually ruin me for other women."

"Darn." She made her voice as sarcastic as possible; she really was enjoying this.  "And that's just me doing oral!  You sure you can survive me if I do more?" she nuzzled his tip with her nose, rather in love with it already.  He would make for delightful memories after tonight when she needed some self love.  The urge to play right in front of him was strong.

He took a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth.  "I'm willing to try," he proclaimed, feigning confidence.

"Try huh?" she asked, chuckling and rising slowly up from him.  "Make a girl feel special why don't you?"  She shook her hair back out of her face before lifting up onto her knees, although not without a sad last look back down at where she had been.  Her paws went towards her skirts, and then hesitated.  "Listen, umm..." she said, feeling abruptly worried.  "I know you're riding the high of being so turned on, but if I go for more, you're gonna have to be aware of something about me."

He was still blinking rapidly and getting his breath back to normal, but he looked up at her with complete openness.  "What is it?" he asked.  His eyes were so innocent and her fur stood up on end a little.  What was wrong with her, she had never worried about this kind of thing before...sure she had run off the odd client or two before but she was abruptly very worried about that happening again.  

She wanted...him.  She blinked.  She WANTED him.  In a life full of living out her fantasies and desires, seducing guys and girls aplenty, she had always just been out to satisfy herself.  She hadn't wanted anyone specifically, just found them convenient at the time.

"I'm kind of different from most women you've been with," she started to say very meaningfully as she lifted up onto her knees and slid forwards, slowly straddling him.  Her thighs framed his hips and she clenched them, letting him feel her strength since he apparently really liked that.

"Oh trust me, I'm aware," he chuckled breathlessly.  The kind of open hungry hopefulness in his gaze was utterly heart-wrenching.

That made her growl a bit and she shook her head, lifting a paw and unzipping the side of her red dress.  "Not what I meant..." she said.  "So before I scare you away, I want you to still enjoy yourself at least for now."  The dress didn't loosen at all, but she knew that once unzipped she would be able to stretch the material enough to get in or out of it.  She lifted her paws up to her chest and played with the neckline, slowly sliding it further down and squeezing the two orbs together for his enjoyment.  He made a pleased little sound, half arousal half adorable masculine joy at seeing her mammaries squish and jiggle together, eyes going slowly wider as she revealed more and more of the large furry orbs.

"I don't...have any idea what you're talking about then," he admitted, swallowing slightly and having to break himself out of the trance of watching her slow strip tease.  "You're...oh wow...you're intimidating, sure, but you're like someone took my perfect fantasy that I never told anyone, made her, and then made her better.  Plus..." he looked right into her eyes.  "You...see me.  For me.  At least for right now.  If I'm just a paycheck, however nice, then at least someone saw me.  And nothing could ever let me repay you for that."

Her heart fluttered a bit, her eyes softening and she felt slightly sad at such a tender little confession.  "Sweetheart..." she sighed, and leaned down without meaning to to kiss his forehead gently.  He inhaled sharply and she pushed his face into her chest hard, letting him enjoy the plush firmness for a moment.  "I see what every dumbass girl in your life should have, and what you just need to see for yourself.  I'm going to treat you like you always deserved.  I only hope that I'm up to the task of giving you everything you should have always had, with the body I was born with."

He gasped a little for breath as she leaned up, making her almost giggle at how adorable that was, before he blinked and shivered a second.  He just met her eyes silently and watched her as she lifted up again, reached down beneath her skirts, and slid her underwear to the side.  It would have been difficult to get them all the way off without getting off of him, and right now her Aggression wouldn't let her do that.  She had her prey pinned, and she was going for the throat.  So to speak.

She aligned herself and him for a second, using a paw between their hips, and met his eyes.  Her dress bundled up in small folds and her holster tightened uncomfortably as she felt the rush of arousal and need building, wanting to be set loose and free.  But she would have to deal with that feeling if only till he had gotten off at least once.  She wouldn't let him pity himself into just going with it in the hopes of still getting laid, but she didn't want to stop before the actual act and risk not getting to do it at all when he saw the truth.  She found the tip with her lips and shivered in combination with him as she settled for a second, staying on target, and then pushed slowly down.

He didn't catch perfectly at first, pushing at the entrance before abruptly surging inside.  They both gasped softly, him louder than her, but even so they both couldn't help but let out pleased sounds as she took him to the base in a gradual, slow slide down that had them breathless.  She panted and growled atop of him, thighs squeezing his hips between them, and her plush rear sitting most of her full weight on top of his small little body.  She put her paws on either side of his face and rested herself halfway on them, giving him a full, real idea of how heavy she really was.  

He pulsed inside of her pleasantly, swelling for a second, and then relaxing into the burning hot lightning rod currently and firmly lodged inside of her femininity.  She flexed again, all of her, and again he shuddered and surged inside.  He was...thick.  Amazingly so, and she felt a snug tightness that told her that they went together as perfectly as any two mates ever could have, even with the difference in their species.

"Sweet...gods..." he gasped out, voice thready and higher pitched.  "You're...so tight and warm..."

She growled softly, smiling and flashing her teeth.  "You're one to talk," she panted, swallowing once and adjusting her seat atop him before she rolled her hips backwards and forwards once.  He gave out a hissing breath, and let out a sound that made her whole body tingle happily.  He pulsed inside of her several times, and she groaned happily.  She never minded quick-shots.  It was more of a compliment than any sweet words ever could.  "What do you need, baby?" she asked, leaning down some and shaking her hair back out of his face.

He shook his head, as if worried.  "But I just..." he said, voice whining with the most adorable nervousness.

"Shhh..." she cut him off by kissing his lips once.  "Baby, I'm not leaving just because you came once you went inside of me.  We've got all night, you and me.  We can take breaks, but you'll be feeling a lot of this, and more.  You don't have to worry about going off so soon."  She punctuated this by beginning to set up a slow, moving roll of her hips, sliding back and forth on him.  The warm feeling inside of her blazed happily, save for the uncomfortable zing of suppressed lust that she knew wouldn't allow her to join him in release just yet.

Despite her saying this, he gasped and groaned beneath her.  "Wait, no not so fast...!" he pleaded, adorably pathetic, and his hands surged up to grab her hips, as if he could have stopped her at this point.  He made several small shoves without much energy, his body speaking for him in its earnest need for release.  His fingers dug into her muscular thighs, and then up to her hips, as if he could stop her thrusting.  It felt amazing to have him touching her like this...until his fingers snagged on her holster straps.

"Wait, sweetheart," she warned, unable to even stop herself.  "I was getting to that but you can't..."

He stared down at their conjoined hips, watching the roll of her thrusts onto him, fingers still latched onto the hidden straps.  "What...is it?" he asked, and began to lift her skirts.

"H-hang on a sec..." she started to say, and then he had lifted the red dress high enough to show her black, lacy underwear, and the white material of her then shame.  His confused, flustered expression was terrifying to her and she shuddered to a stop, paw beside him moving to try and desperately recover herself.  "I can explain..."

And he came.  It took her completely by surprise, a pulsing explosion of pressure building up inside and making him actually thicken inside of her before releasing a wave of wet heat.  She gasped, and he did as well.  She couldn't help herself, she clenched hard around him and rode it out, unable to stop her animal mating urges now that she had reached that threshold.  Her own orgasm hammered at the gates, held back by her straps keeping her from being unable to come out.  It didn't stop her from a dry one though, the furious clenching and spasming both inside of her feminine organ as well as the hard furious pulses of her hermhood still locked inside her sheath.  She gave a half-painful groan and her paw gripped one of his wrists.

They shuddered there together for a long minute, before she lifted up and took a deep breath, trying to muster her thoughts. Shit, this wasn't good.  He would be potentially furious, horrified even.  She made herself meet his eyes, actual tears forming in hers.  She didn't want this to stop...and not just because she had almost gotten off.  But his eyes weren't wide with disgust or fear.  He simply stared at the white device around her hips in flustered confusion.  He blinked several times and then looked up to meet her eyes.

There was a long, long pause.

"That..." he uttered slowly, taking a deep breath.  "Was not your leg before, when we were dancing...was it?"

She couldn't help it.  She laughed.  It was partly out of pent-up worry, fear, and arousal, but it still echoed around the room, and she had to clamp a paw over her mouth to cut it off.  "N-no it wasn't..." she admitted, blushing hard and her ears burning.  "I'm...so sorry I should have told you right at the start..."

He nodded, slowly, hesitantly.  "It...would have been useful information..." he uttered softly, eyes still locked on her.

"I'm sorry!" she barked, feeling a little embarrassed and panicky, losing her confident air of an Escort for the first time in years.  "I was...selfish."

"Selfish?" he asked, arching an eyebrow, still looking disheveled and out of breath.

"I'm not ashamed of it," she replied firmly, to which he nodded.  "It's how I was born, and I enjoy it.  I have never once tried to hide it on the job, lost jobs because of it, but being who I am makes me happy.  I've never once been ashamed or troubled by the fact that I'm nothing like the vast majority of women out there.  And no, I'm not transitioning.  That's one-hundred percent real since the day I hit maturity.  I have both, and they work."  She clenched hard around him and he gasped.  "And...if that's a problem for you, then I'm sorry.  I normally explain it to my clients as soon as things get started...but I was selfish.  In the years I've been doing this, I've never once been treated to an evening as wonderful as this one.  It's always bang the client, get paid, move on.  The pants hit the ground and the person decides if they want all what I have to offer.  Some people like it.  Some don't.  But I wanted to at least give you something purely for your sake before you saw it and decided that you didn't need more from a...freak."  She felt that word for the first time ever, actually flinched as she said it.  She had been called it before, but she had laughed, shrugged, or growled it off.

He stared up at her silently as she spoke, and took a long, slow breath in.  He glanced down her body, fixing his gaze on the white, nylon straps.  "Can..." he said slowly.  She prepared herself to get up off of him.  "Can I see it?" he asked.

Cassandra froze.  Her eyes fastened onto his face and she felt her breath stop.  She rolled his words around in her head for a long moment. "See it?" she asked carefully.

"Yeah," he confirmed.  And then his face began to turn red.  Her eyes widened.  "Please?"

Her ears went fully straight and she felt a small, shocked smile spreading her lips.  "Are you kidding me?" she asked.  Her eyebrows narrowed.  "Because if this is just a prank..."

He shook his head quickly.  He went even redder as he started to speak.  "No!  No, no. I want...I mean can i...w-would...would you?" he started to stammer, and a rapid, trembling shudder began to build in him, making her blink in surprise.  "I've...never met...a..."

Her smile grew again, delight radiating from her.  "Baby..." she spoke in a whisper, voice almost tearful from the release of her worries.  "You are without a doubt the most fascinating man I've ever met."

His face calmed a bit, grew more excited.  "So...?" he asked, actual hope in his face warring with pure, almost debilitating hesitancy and arousal.  It was real.

She nodded, paws lowering to her waist, and then she stopped.  They lifted again and she tugged the bathrobe out from underneath his trapped body, flung it to the side, and then reached over to the side table.  She dimmed the overhead lights, and flicked on the lowest setting of the bedside lamp.  It lit the darkened room warmly, making the only spot of real light in it resting solely upon them both.  Her eyes sparkled and she moved her paws to her breasts.  She rolled them around in front of him and then gripped the fabric and began to pull the dress up off of her.

"I'm about to rock your whole fucking world," she snarled softly, breaking the sight of him staring up at her so ardently for a moment as the fabric obscured her face.  The dress took a moment or two to slide off, and she deliberately let her breasts flop out as the red cloth released its hold upon them.  She heard him make a groaning sound of amazement and she lifted the dress up all the way off of her before dropping it to the side.  She rested there for a moment, now nude except for her lower garments, and she swayed her chest from side to side, large paws massaging her breasts for his entertainment and her own.  His eyes were transfixed, staring at her chest as if unable to believe it was there and real.

"Big, aren't they?" she asked, sultry voice returned in strength.  He nodded.  "You want to touch them?"  He nodded again, even more energetically.  She grabbed one of his wrists and slapped his palm onto one of her orbs.  She gave a small shiver as immediately his warm skin came in contact with her hot, heated breast.  She chuckled darkly as she glanced down at his hand, already fastened onto the rippling flesh, overflowing his grasp completely.  "My, my, my..." she purred.  "I think you need bigger hands..." she teased.  "Like three of them..."

She reached down then and began to loosen the straps of her holster, tossing the white device to the side and giving a delighted groan at the release of pressure.  And then she let it out.  She watched his face intently as her sheath, rounded fully from the intense pressure having built inside of it, was finally freed and from it came the red tip and then the emergence of her pride.  It slid out all at once rather than a slow reveal, coated thoroughly in wetness, and came to rest with a long springing motion down to slap his belly.  She bit her bottom lip hard as he stared at it.

He gave the absolute perfect reaction.  His face went pure red and his eyes hazed over.  His hand, the one not currently fondling one of her huge, Husky breasts, spasmed and he lifted it to trail a finger across her wet tip.  She growled softly and he jerked the hand back.  She shook her head, meeting his dazed eyes with a smirk of pure, predatory satisfaction.  "Touch me," she commanded.

He nodded slowly, his human hand sliding back down and rubbing across her flesh.  Sticky strands of her pent up arousal clung to his fingers but it didn't seem to deter him.  Instead, he went even further, sliding his thumb underneath the curve of her swell and wrapping his fingers completely around it.  Then he tightened his grip, making her growl, and lifted it up.  His hand didn't even wrap fully around it, and he let out a long, low moan of amazement.  His own shaft, still lodged inside of her, spasmed as well in response, reviving itself fully and making her yip once as it swelled to its full size, almost seeming bigger than it had been.

"Oh...my god..." he whispered.  "It's...so damn...thick!"

"Mmmhm..." she nodded, thrilled by his husky voice.  "Intimidating?"

He shook his head, then hesitated.  He met her eyes, thinking the same thing she had been since seeing him naked for the first time.  His expression flushed more and he whimpered a bit as she pulsed in his grasp.  And he didn't turn away.  "Can...Can I...admit something to you?" he asked, seeming very shy and scared.

"Is it that you actually like Herms and masturbate to them when you're at home alone?" she asked, chuckling at his shocked reaction.  "Oh trust me, you adorable, sweet little thing.  I could tell, like right away.  Your face when it came out told me all you ever could have...but you've never seen a real one before."  He shook his head, agreeing with her.  "Well I'm VERY real," she said, licking her chops down at the little sheep pinned beneath her.  "What matters next is...really up to you."  She trailed a padded finger tip across her own head, loving how slick she was, and then lifted it up to lick off.  He stared at her in fascination and lewd shyness.  "I won't do a thing without your consent...not a thing.  I won't even make you beg me for it like some adorable little sub."  She leaned down then, trapping her shaft between them and locking his hand around it.  She licked his ear once, and felt him spasm all over.  "Even if I already know what you want...and would love to hear it, but you are gonna have to ask me to do it..."

There was a pause, the longest, heaviest pause she could ever remember.  And then, mercifully, "Please..."

Her vision swam and the Husky Alpha Anthro immediately pinned him to the bed with an ardor she hadn't felt in years.  "Good boy..."  Then she kissed him.  It was nothing like any of the kisses before, this one was entirely, wholly special to just him.  Their tongues wrestled for control, her growling breaths rattled their joined mouths, and her teeth nipped and nibbled at his lower lip constantly.  Eventually she popped again off him and leaned her full weight against him, letting him pant against her.

"Good?" she queried with an utterly innocent tone to her voice, despite the evil spirits dancing behind her eyes.  He nodded, emphatically, imploringly up at her.
"Ask me what I'm gonna do next..." she whispered down at him.

He gasped up into her own ear as she nuzzled her weight down against him.  "W-what...are you going to do?" he managed to ask finally.

She grinned, feral smile bright enough almost to glow in the dimly lit room.  She lifted off of him without warning, sliding off of his shaft and releasing a flow of hot fluids down her thigh before she pinned him to the bed again easily.  "Make you unashamed of what you love, deep down."  Her paw grasped one of his legs, lifted it up, kissed his calf.  She nestled slowly backwards, sliding off of him completely.  She kept his leg up, massaging it, using her other paw to part his thighs and then do the same to his opposite leg.  Both lifted up and then ever so slowly draped across her hips, placed there artistically by her paws.  

She stroked along his knees and thighs, leaning down to kiss all along his throat after lifting his chin with a finger.  She kissed softly against his Adam's Apple, licking all over it, growling into his jugular.  The way he stiffened beneath her, gasping, his arms delicately wrapping around her wide shoulders, arching his body against the heat of her fur; it was all so wonderful to her.  Her heat blazed against him, and his own did much the same against her belly.

She lifted slowly up from him, stroking one of his cheeks with a padded finger, and then cocked her head to the side.  She smiled, more earnestly than she had in a long time.  "I won't do a thing that you don't want, not even what I really...really want to."  Her eyes rolled up a bit at the mental image and bit her lip.  "Really, really, really want to..."

He groaned softly beneath her, then felt her surge up against his skin.  He flinched out of reflex before relaxing, face meeting hers uncertainly.  "I'm just...I've never..." he said, voice wanting to fail him.

She placed a paw against his cheek.  "Baby, I know.  It's a little...scary the first time."  She begrudgingly sighed and leaned back up, letting her shaft slide away from him.  "It can feel amazing, and I've got a lot of practice breaking sweet guys like you in."  

He seemed to both warm and be flustered by that.  

"I could...try if that's something you're wanting," she continued, feeling incredibly selfish, as if she was intentionally leading him onto what she wanted.  "But...I'm afraid you have to be the one who takes that initiative.  If not, I'll worry that you're just paralyzed by your arousal and are just doing something you may regret.  There are lots, lots and lots, of things we can do instead!" she beamed down at him, and then wrapped a paw around herself and intentionally ran it up and down, letting him watch.  "Now that she's out, I can REALLY start enjoying myself.  I just need to get a condom so that I don't make a huge mess."

He blushed more and his eyes watched every single motion of her paw.  He almost seemed ready to agree, but then hesitated.  He looked to the side, face conflicted.

"What's the matter?" she asked gently.  He shook his head, and she leaned forwards again, licking his cheek.  "Tell me...for tonight you're my lover and I provide for my lover in every way that I can, in all the ways I've always wanted to for someone.  I want there to be nothing you can't tell me.  Nothing you say needs to be something you're afraid to say, or are conflicted about."  He shook his head more, hiding his face a bit in his bangs.  "Can I guess it?" she asked then, patiently.  He nodded.  "You...want to mount me?" she asked teasingly, waving her tail.

He shook his head.  "Yes but..."

She continued.  "You want...me to..." she thought about it, now using her other paw to rub him off as well, but slowly.  He hissed for breath and softly gasped.  "Suck you off again?"  He shook his head.  "Hmm..." she rolled the sound around in her mouth.  She saw his hips tremble, his legs clenching softly around her hips.  She grinned, very softly.  "...okay baby."  He looked up at her again, face bright red.  "Okay..."  She took a very deep breath, steeling herself.  "If it hurts," she started to say.

"I'm not afraid," he interrupted her. He looked down at what was in her paws, even biting his own lip once.  "Well...not afraid but..." he trailed off, then squeezed her hips again hesitantly.  "I just have no idea what it's actually like.  Porn is one thing, but living out a fantasy..."

Cassandra smiled.  "You're giving me literally the darkest secret you probably have," she said, and he nodded.  "You're adorable if wanting a Herm to mount you is the worst thing rattling around in that adorable, blonde Human head of yours."  She licked his nose once and then leaned back up.  "Let me get us ready, okay?"  She let go of them both, climbed up off of him, and crossed to her handbag.  She looked back at the Human still laying there, watching her intently as if worried she was about to vanish, and she smiled.  "Oh baby..." she breathed out in a small sigh.  "I hope you're ready..."

"For...?" he asked, voice torn between hesitancy and earnest need.

She turned around, pulling out a small package of rubbers and a small tube of lube that she kept for situations similar to this.  "For all your little dreams to come true.  And I've found something out about stuff like this."  He met her eyes, sliding further up the bed to rest his head on the pillows as she joined him again, looming above him and resuming her position between his trembling legs.  "Tell me a secret..." she whispered softly, voice hushed as she tore open a wrapped condom and slipped it onto her beast.  "Baring yourself to someone helps relax you for stuff.  Like a weight is coming off of your shoulders, because you couldn't or wouldn't tell anyone it in other situations.  It can even be a tiny one, something really not that important, just something to share."

He hesitated, eyes locked onto her as she poured some lube into her paws, warming it on her pads, before she reached slowly down to his groin and trailed two slick fingers across his shaft, his balls, and then lower to his cheeks.  Spreading their trembling round shapes, she found his beautiful little star and began to prepare it, first just rubbing on it before sliding first one round finger slowly inside, and, once he had finished gasping and responded to it, adding a second one.

"My...my name?" he asked very hesitantly, face flushed and eyes completely filmed over by emotion and the sensations she was showing him for the first time, gasping loudly as she found his little hidden button and played with it.  She liked how he jumped and danced to her ministrations.

"Sure, I told you mine after all.  And if you're comfortable with it, go ahead and return the favor."

He took a deep breath, groaning as her fingers left him, lower body shuddering and writhing even as he shivered, watching her move slowly into position above him, legs spread over her hips and their bodies casting erotic shadows on the walls.  "Felix..." he said very softly as she pushed into position, letting him feel what was coming.  "My name is...Felix..."

She smiled.  "I really like that name," she murmured gently and then leaned completely over him, letting him hold onto her as she slowly surged forwards.  His sharp intake of breath was music to her ears.  "Hold on tight Felix," she whispered down into his ear, holding herself mostly up off of him and letting his whole world become her vast cleavage and her bright, amethyst eyes boring down into his green ones.  "Because I'm gonna huff...and puff..." her voice became more heavy, half growl, and she felt his walls collapse underneath her slow, steady progression.  "And I'm gonna blow your little mind..." 

She kissed him again, just as suddenly as she surged through the breach, letting him gasp and cry out into her mouth, doing a bit of the same at the abrupt tightness and heat.  His inner walls grasped at her, both trying to restrict her moving forwards while also halting her being able to pull back.  It was utter, blissful, and complete perfection.

She snarled softly as she lifted up from him, admiring the slight sheen of sweat having covered his slender, athletic chest.  She let out a long breath, muscles shuddering with delight, and eyed the little Human beneath her adoringly even as he groaned and clung to her.  "You good baby?" she asked teasingly.  "Not too much is it?"

He shook his head frantically.  The sounds he made barely qualified as speech, and she bit her lip at how adorable that was.

"Good," she said, licking her lips.  "Because that's not all of it..."  His eyes surged open and met hers, a mixture of shock, apprehension, and rapture shining from him.  "I'm gonna make this night the best in your life," she promised.  It was easy to say.  After all, this might just be the best sex she had ever had.