Feeling the Burn

It was hard to get the rhythm right, and harder to keep it going. The heavy, but satisfying fatigue spreading through the body, the pace that lay comfortably in the gulf between a good challenge and an agonising strain, the focus that kept the eyes locked on a dull distance, ever just out of reach. And at the forefront of the mind, one’s own breaths, panting out at a beat that was louder than any concert. A level of breathing conjured by nothing less than a body being forced to find its’ own rhythm, in the face of a real physical challenge. 
It was hard to achieve, and there was rulebook on how to achieve it. A hearty meal, a steady warm up, a good view to distract one’s mind and inspire one’s confidence – any or all of it could have helped, though nothing was a sure thing. To think too hard on it would thwart the satisfaction of the experience. All that was clear was that at some point after exhaustion had been conquered, euphoria took root amongst the pain. And that was enough to push a body past it’s limits. 
It was the fleeting joy of a good, long run. And Zara was ready to milk it for all it was worth.  
Zara tried to run through new territories frequently, to keep her regime fresh and gain inspiration from the sights and sounds that accompanied each route. Or at least, she tried to cycle through old routes regularly, so as not to make her runs seem like a monotonous chore through the same areas. 
That day she had decided to simply set off down to the park just a ten minute power walk away from her apartment, and follow the river bordering through the expansive lush environment until she either completed three circuits of the park, or hit 10k. Whichever came first. 
The light breeze wafted loosely across her shoulder blades from behind, dancing parallel to the river on her right and acting as a helping hand in keeping her pace. The sun shone bright through a heavy canopy of trees wilted over the path, which kept the light from blinding or distracting her, yet pleasantly illuminated the environment in speckled spots of colour. The steady electronic beats of the music blaring into her perked ears through headphones, a mix of future funk and EDM she'd compiled into a playlist designed for running to, dulled her own heavy yet moderated breathing and kept her energy levels high. 
All the factors were in Zara's favour, making her session all the easier, and it was really paying off. Zara had settled some months ago on turning off the audio notifications for the workout app she kept open on the phone strapped against her upper left arm during runs; she found it never helped to count down the kilometres to her goal. Made it feel too much like a chore. But even with nothing but Zara’s playlist of booming beats resonating into her perky feline earlobes, she knew she’d gone quite some distance already, with no signs that crippling fatigue would be settling in just around the next corner. All the more reason to capitalise on the thrill by upping her pace and seeing just how quickly she could burn through one more circuit. 
However raring Zara felt in her mind, her body certainly wore the signs of physical exertion. Her fur was lightly sheened with minor amounts of perspiration, one of the unfortunate side effects of her species having few pores across their skin for such purposes. More prominent was her breathing, steady and controlled thanks to her disciplined cardiovascular training, yet forceful nonetheless, as if every inhale and exhale was crucial in keeping her pleasant workout high from plummeting into a low of agonising exhaustion. Her clothes clung to her brilliant black fur coat, from her hot pink sports bra that granted generous modesty and supported her sizable bust while still keeping her toned navel bare, to her figure hugging snappy blue leggings and fluorescent, comfortable laced trainers. She’d tied her hair back in a ponytail for her workout, though some strands and a couple of thick bangs either side of her visage jittered from her motions. Her left bangs were dyed sapphire blue, matching with her coloured contact lenses and the tip of her tail. Zara always preferred to exercise light, without any bags to strap to herself or keys jangling in pockets, whenever possible. Thankfully, with her boyfriend home for the weekend, she was able to step out like this without needing so much as a front door key. A minor detail that Zara found made all the difference. 
Some time passed, and even as the searing strain on her muscles increased, Zara pushed on and on and on, through her final circuit. As she turned a familiar corner on her path for the third time that day, still hugging the riverside on her right, Zara recognised a lamppost, no more than 200 metres dead ahead on her path. That was where she’d started, and that was where she knew she had to finish. With her brow furrowed and her fists instinctively clenching, Zara dug her soles into the pavement and sprinted to her personal finish line. With a rounded gait and a supportive bounce to her step, it wasn’t long until she wheezed her way to a complete workout.  
Some minutes and a series of painful but necessary cooldown stretches later, Zara planted herself onto a park bench with a hefty sigh. Her chest heaved, her arms practically melted into the sunlight-warmed metal she stretched out over, tail collapsed by her side and head leant far back to bask in both the midday sun and her personal endorphin rush. There was no need to check the facts and figures of her run on her phone, not just yet. Instead, Zara gently shut her eyes and let the gradual calming of her heartbeat lull her mind into relaxation. Zara enjoyed running for various reasons but beyond it all, even the pride of maintaining her toned physique through exercise, she did it for the natural mood boosting high that followed and dwarfed the initial exhaustion. The tingling of nerves, the self-induced happiness and the sparking thoughts and inspirations that resulted never failed to satisfy. And unlike certain other highs, not only did it occur without the need for overpriced substances, but it carried far fewer negative after effects. 
Zara slowly peeled her eyes open again and was treated to the blanketing blue above. Her lips curled subtly; another result of the high, she found, was an enhanced perception for the small gifts life had to offer. Clear and breezy skies, the smells of nature... 
“Nice day to be out, huh?” 
...And good company. 

--- 

Zara turned to the sound of the greeting, and was met by a rather unique gentleman. The first thing that Zara noticed about her newfound friend was his tails. Yes, tails. Behind him, a flurry of six tails swished about absently, as if possessed of their own minds. The prehensile lengths were thick, half orange and half black, the black halves seemingly painted in a pattern resembling white clouds. 
“ ‘Tis.” Zara pointedly replied. Now that was some body painting she’d not seen before. Zara took a pang of inspiration from this curious, cute kitsune standing near her side. 
He stood at an average height, just several inches shorter than Zara, she guessed from where she sat. He’d dressed suitably for the favourable heat, with a simple white wife-beater style vest adorning what seemed at first glance to be a fairly well sculpted chest, and light suede chino shorts running most of the way down his legs. Between the lower rim of his shorts and his simple brown loafers, Zara could see his fur had adopted a deep jet black, the same as the vast majority of her own body. Which on closer inspection, painted much of his body too, with the deep red hue on his muzzle spreading only to the sides of his torso and more than likely his back, with the rest of his body marked in black and bordered with white.  
The man’s eyes and hair glowed with the same orange as his tails, a cheery and warm colour that mirrored the warmth in his smile. 
“Mind if I sit?” 
And the warmth in his voice, too, it seemed. 
“Sure.” Zara muttered, gesturing and welcoming him to sit on the far side of the bench with an open palm. She wouldn’t usually have opted for relatively minimalist conversation, were she not still processing all the visual information she’d taken in about him. What a fascinating fur pattern... What a large amount of tails... What a soothing voice... 
What a cutie! 
The endorphins in Zara’s mind were running strongly. And when she felt invigorated by such exercise-borne enthusiasm, there was no mistaking the effect it had on her libido. Zara knew she was riding still riding the crest of her runner’s high; the feeling was nothing entirely original to her. But she was never one to wince at possible exciting erotic encounters in her everyday life, anyway. 
At least this way she’d be able to follow up her workout with a fun impromptu ‘reward’, and have a sexy story to regale her boyfriend with once she got back home. 
Now the question was, how to coax this seemingly mild mannered lad into getting acquainted more privately, before her high wound down? 
Perhaps first, she’d have to play it safe. However keen she was, there was no point in flirting right off the bat if it scared off the youthful, unassuming lad. 
“What brings you out in th’sunshine, then?” Zara chirped, looking unfocused over the young man’s sunny visage as he sat on her left. 
“Just felt like a walk.” He surmised, with a chuckle. “Helps clear my head. Couldn’t muster up a workout in this weather though, frankly I was pretty impressed when I saw you barrelling past me a couple minutes back.” 
Zara laughed, raising a brow. “Oh, enjoying the view were we? You make a habit of spying on girls bouncing around in the park?” 
The vulpine chuckled nervously and glanced aside. The full second it took him to reply felt agonising for Zara, who wondered if she’d perhaps taken her teasing too far, too soon after meeting the poor guy. 
“Only the really cute ones.” And just like that, her fears were quashed, and replaced by a sincere curiosity in the boy. Her ears perked atop her head and she adjusted her posture upright, readying herself to see where this exchange might lead. Zara gave a slow purr under her breath, inaudible in the light breeze that had whipped up along the riverside path. Perhaps she’d get her “post workout workout” yet. 
“Well played, boyo.” Zara replied, her Irish vocabulary shining through. “It’s Zara, by the way.”
“Lucas.” He smiled, returning his gaze to Zara’s face. Though not without a split-second glance at her prominent yet sensibly contained bust along the way. “It’s a pleasure.” 
It might yet be, Zara immaturely pondered. 
“But seriously though, I am impressed. I’d be passed out in a heap before long if I tried exerting myself in this heat.” Lucas glanced with a turn of his neck over to his myriad tails. “Plus these pesky things do tend to weigh me down!” 
“Aww, I bet it ain’t that bad...” Zara prodded, her voice more or less steadied again now that her lungs had recovered from the previous strain. “Besides, they’re cute! And they sure set you apart from the other shmucks that try their luck with a strange girl.”  
Lucas shrugged and sank his head into his neck a little, yet still spoke with clarity. 
“Well, not to brag, but I do try to think of myself as rather... unique.” 
“Ohh?” Zara queried, turning her posture to Lucas, subtly pushing out her chest along the way. “How’s that?” 
“Lets’ just say I’ve got some techniques to my credit.” Lucas smirked, eyes darting down to Zara’s bust for a lingering moment as he spoke. Zara noted a twitching and curling in his tails behind. 
“Interesting.” She admitted. “I hope for your sake you can follow through on that, cutie.” She chuckled, rising to her feet. “Come on.” She reached her hand down to Lucas. 
Perhaps it was the way the sunlight caught her figure from behind, or perhaps it was the way Zara’s curvaceous measurements stood out clearer than ever while she towered over the seated kitsune. Whatever the reason, Lucas’ face was suddenly possessed of an inspired, curious, kind and excited smile. His wide orange eyes beamed up at her, like a housepet aching for a trip outside. 
“What do you mean?” He asked, his puzzled manner not stopping him from taking Zara’s palm into his own. “You whisking me off somewhere, beautiful?” He dared to say, standing up himself, his firm hardy palm clutching Zara’s with a strength that did not go unnoticed by the frisky, tail-whipping feline. 
“Bold words.” She surmised, pausing for a moment, as though fooling him into thinking he’d done wrong, before she chuckled and began pulling him off down the riverbank. “You’re lucky I’m a sucker f’compliments.”
Lucas followed diligently behind, a low blush forming on his face as the confident cat led him past a few onlooking pedestrians. “You never answered my question.” He lightly prodded, not that he truly needed an answer. 
“Let’s just say I’m not quite done with my workout yet, and if my intuition’s right, you might be able to help.” Zara purred, pulling him off down a side path leading to a tree-covered shady building housing the rarely utilised park public bathrooms. 
“Hell of a place to get a workout in...” Lucas muttered, following Zara nevertheless as she approached the door to the ladies’ room. 
She turned back to face him, baby blue eyes narrowed and predatorial. He could practically feel the thrumming purr of anticipation through her palm. No matter how confidently she led Lucas, Zara was not beyond the thrill of danger, of exposure, that such an impromptu public affair like this carried. 
“I won’t force ya, hon.” She said outright, sidelining her own burning libido for the sake of a moment’s consideration. She’d just regret it later if it became clear she’d coerced this poor boy into a sudden romp against his will, once her head was more level. “But if you’re game...” She continued quietly, pressing her breasts outwards between her arms where she stood at the bathroom entrance. 
His answer came before she could speak another word, in the form of a growl and an arm hooked around her waist. Lucas led her this time, in taking the last few steps inside. 
“I’ve got nothing to do that can’t wait.” He whispered, his spare hand suddenly pawing into her clothed chest. “Can’t think of any better way to work up a sweat, either.” 
Zara felt a sensual shiver washing through her body from her chest. She didn’t even realise how excited she was until now. 
“Well then, maybe we should skip the warmup~” She replied, the door briskly shutting behind them. 

--- 

Lucas thanked his lucky stars that the bathroom was empty. Zara barely noticed while she was whipping him into the widest cubicle she could find. In a flurry of wordless activity, the two deftly and quickly disrobed, amidst the occasional grope, grind and giggle. Zara peeled her sports bra, lightly matted with perspiration, over her head and shimmied out of her pants and underwear, painstakingly forcing them over her own trainers in a hurry. Lucas meanwhile had comparatively little trouble stripping out of his vest, shorts and loafers, and took great satisfaction while he did so in seeing more and more of the sleek buxom body of his newfound frisky feline friend. The fortunately spacious cubicle gave enough space for his tails to curl, quiver and resonate lightly at the sight of Zara and the anticipation of their impromptu erotic escapade. 
“I think your friends like me...” Zara purred quietly, watching her volume levels lest any other parkgoers were to use the bathroom themselves. Even with her ‘eccentric’ sexual identity, Zara knew she’d never taken such a risk as this. She’d always been curious about exploring her voyeuristic side, but she always figured it would be a kink best explored carefully with her boyfriend in a controlled setting. 
Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to be fucking a guy she’d just met, in a place where anyone could catch them, in an environment that was far from romantic. Perhaps it was wrong. Perhaps she should stop before it was too late. 
But damn if it didn’t feel good to do wrong, sometimes. And the ravenous glint in Lucas’ eye, married with his confident, complimentary demeanour, certainly was convincing her that it was worth the risk. 
“Can’t blame them, can you?” Lucas grinned, stepping close and assisting Zara in tugging off the last sleeve of her leggings off her shoe, a supportive hand cupping around her rib. “Though, first, I should tell you...” He began, only to be cut off with a hot, forceful, sudden kiss. 
Zara growled into his mouth, her body smearing Lucas backwards until he collided into the cubicle wall with a noisy shove. So much for minding their volume. For a few moments, Lucas just stood, submissive to the tongue-wrangling, hungrily-clawing wiles of the girl grasping him firmly by the cheek and soon enough, by his stiff, twitching member. After the shock had worn down, he was quick enough in rising to the challenge presented of him by Zara, by letting his hands grasp heartily into the prominent, soft flesh of her rear. He growled in kind back down her throat, barely opened eyes piercing back admirably into her slitted stare. The taste of her breath and the aura of aromas coaxed into being from her prior workout may not have been too fragrant, but they complimented the aggressive passion by which she was pressing those bountiful breasts into his bare, toned pecs. 
Lucas began pushing back, suggesting physically for Zara to back herself up into the far wall, where he could gain leverage over her. As if their public circumstance hadn’t already said as much, Zara had made it clear that she wasn’t seeking sensual, tender treatment. She was after, as she’d said, a real workout. And that meant something rough and fun, no holds barred. 
Before long she’d followed his lead, their carnal tug of war ending in Zara being pinned willingly against a wall. Her left leg, toned and smooth, wrapped slowly and coyly around his hip, demonstrating Zara’s resilient flexibility even when cooling down from a long run that’d put those legs to the test. Her expression mimicked the implication carried by the heel digging into Lucas’ back. She was ready whenever he was. 
“You’re in for it now...” Lucas husked, his right hand clutching comfortably at Zara’s left thigh while aiming his cock at her exposed sex with the other. 
“I sure hope so...” Zara teased. Somehow, the fact that her comfortable, supportive running shoes were the only clothes still on her body amplified the thrill of the experience. As if the sight of a cute kitsune baring over her wasn’t exciting enough. She could see his tails whipping to and fro either side of his torso, belying the excitement he chose not to express verbally. Those erratic motions, those quaking ripples that carried up the lengths of such thick appendages... they reminded her of something else, an erotic nostalgic memory more fantastical than the impromptu exhibitionist affair she was now indulging in. It made her wonder whether Lucas was perhaps even more unique than she’d given him credit for. 
But then her train of thought was promptly and permanently derailed, by the feeling of stiff, warm, living masculine flesh parting her sex and plunging deep inside her folds. 
“Ohhhffffff....” Zara whimpered, barely managing to mute her own reactive moan with eyes clenched shut, teeth gritted, body tensing in the timelessly invigorating thrill of being taken. Her arms, already wrapped over his sturdy shoulders, coaxed him inwards and held him tight, as did the firm heel of her shoe just above the base of his tailbone where all those lengths met. 
“Nnnhrrrr... Soft...” She thought she heard Lucas mutter. Over the years that she and her boyfriend had spent enjoying fooling about with new bedfellows on the side, one of the most consistently exciting aspects was discovering each new lay’s habits, their reactions, their kinks. It certainly was no exception to that trend for Zara to feel and hear his vocalised pleasure while the kitsune chewed into her neck with a ferocity she may not otherwise have expected from such a youthful looking man. His affinity for her ‘softness’ certainly would have made sense when he followed up his words by wringing his fingers into her left thigh and letting his other palm mash into her right breast proudly. 
“Fuck me hard.” She simply replied, making each consonant sting into Lucas’ ear while he held him close in three of her four limbs. 
Her brief but clear statement was obliged swiftly enough as Lucas began grinding, slowly yet vigorously, into Zara’s pussy. His member was thicker than much of what Zara had experienced with other partners, but with her boyfriend himself being quite a ‘gifted’ gentleman, the extra wide stretch she felt pushing out against her sensitive soaked passage was more than manageable for the experienced, adventurous feline. 
With Lucas’ hands having such a firm hold on Zara’s leg and breast, it wasn’t long until he’d found a steady motion that he could reliably maintain, sinking his cock to the base with a dull light smacking sound, his sensitive nuts giving an accompanying slap right underneath her womanhood where already a cocktail of juices were trickling and lubricating his genitals. Every time he hilted, his girthy shaft would give a telltale throb, which in turn sent his tip prodding against a certain sweet spot deep inside of his receptive, vocal partner. A spot that, when stimulated as such, never failed to coax a short and sharp mewl from her throat, and a shudder that forced her chest outwards into his hungry palm.
“C’mon baby...” Zara growled. “I know... you got more than that...” She hurriedly panted over Lucas’ shoulder, before her tongue lashed up his neck and flicked at his earlobe. “Show me somethin’ special...” 
Lucas’ reply to her hungry challenge came immediately, with a sudden increase in the severity and pace by which Lucas fucked her, his bulbous shaft dragging out and forcing entry back into her pink depths with a sudden aggression that Zara couldn’t help but gasp in response to, despite the risks. 
“Haaaaahhnn! Yes!” Or perhaps, it was because of the risks, that her volume and her grasp around his trim yet powerful body intensified, eyes closed to allow herself to revel in the blind sensations of their rutting. Depending on the timing, and the specific audience, Zara wondered if it would’ve been such a bad idea to be ‘caught’. She was starting to really feel his need now, in how his cock twitched within her pussy, his hand kneading into her breast, his fingers flicking over her nipple, his other hand wrenching into her thigh, his tail stroking her cheek, his tail circling her lips, his tail swatting her ass, his ta-
Wait, what? 
It was testament to Lucas’ technique that it took Zara a full second to realise that something wasn’t quite ‘normal’ about the new sensations littering her body, pleasant as they were. Sure enough, as her eyes snapped open, a rather abnormal sight awaited her. 
There was Lucas’ cute, boyish smile, laced with the toothy aggression of a hotblooded male mid-fuck, but wriggling from behind him and around his body to her own were those tails of his, wriggling about freely in mid-air as if possessed of their own minds. And all of those minds, it seemed, had a single goal; exploring every speck of her body. 
“Tried to warn ya...” Lucas huffed, humping lighter now while he allowed Zara the time to consider the situation. “Think they like you.” He chuckled, turning his head while holding her gaze to rasp his own tongue over a tail that nuzzled its’ owner’s cheek affectionately. “We can stop, if this is too weird...” He added, adorably attempting gentlemanly conduct while his groping hands and slithering tenta-tails made his lust all too clear. “But... what do you think? You wanted something special, so-” 
For the second time in half an hour, Zara’s lips shut him up. One of her arms slipped from his shoulders to grasp and stroke in long, languid waves along a tail. 
“I think...” She panted, saliva still bridging their mouths. “I don’t care about getting caught anymore. Fuck me however you want me, you sexy fucking monster.” 
Lucas growled, gave a vicious final ball-smacking thrust into Zara’s pussy for good measure, and with the hoisting help of his now unleashed tails, happily obliged. 

---

“FUCK! YES! FUCK ME DEEPER!” 
However titillating it was to tread the tightrope of fair caution while singing out just enough daring noise to express the resultant pleasure, there really was nothing like a hard, loud, all out fuck as far as Zara was concerned. Her hands splayed out and smeared into the nondescript cubicle wall while Lucas’ thrusts came hard and heavy from behind, his hands helping her keep the beat of his hips into her cushy rump, thumbs pressed into her lower back that arched down submissively and gratefully in receipt of his cock deep in her soaked pussy. 
Zara might have lamented the static grasp of Lucas’ hands, were his thick, playful tails not more than compensating. Lucas, it seemed, really was full of surprises. Not only was Zara revelling in the monstrous thrill of being explored, toyed with, pleasured and enjoyed by his insatiable tails, but she’d quickly learned soon enough that they were even more ‘flexible’ than she originally suspected. After learning through practice just how their morphable physiology allowed for all number of new sensations, there was no way Zara could or wanted to rein in her volume any more. One of those tenta-tails had coiled around her left breast, constricting with just enough force to give a satisfying tingle across her chest, with the tip parting into a faux-beak that clasped, chewed and suckled on her hardened sensitive nipple at the peak of her flesh. Judging by how it incessantly and squelchingly maintained such pressure, with even a ‘tongue’ tickling the very summit of the nub, Zara must have tasted good to Lucas’ wilder side. 
The tails certainly tasted good to Zara, in kind. When another had wriggled around to her visage, slapping either cheek in a playful show of dominance that harshened the constant lust-fueled growl coming from her throat at the time, she didn’t hesitate to accept the offer by puckering her lips outwards and permitting the tentacle entry into her maw. The shaft had taken on a more literally phallic appearance as well, with a bulbous mushrooming head the texture of which she found very satisfying to let slide past her tongue. Whether Lucas himself was actively manipulating every miniscule aspect of his tails, or if they genuinely had perverted and imaginative minds of their own that were prompting them to sprout miniature bulbs and barbs across their lengths, Zara could only applaud the creativity in their physical forms. Determined to give as good as she got, Zara commendably maintained her bent over stance, even while assaulted from both ends, breasts jiggling freely underneath in swaying motions responsive of Lucas’ grunting hilting thrusts. Her mouth would slobber and gurgle, tongue whipping under his tail’s flesh as it squirmed past her tonsils, eyes flittering weakly as her mind fried in sexual bliss. She loved a man with ‘flexibility’.
That flexibility made all the difference considering her rear end was receiving quite the gamut of sensations, from Lucas’ tails and his own hammering hips alike. As if his impressive girth forcing her pussy to part around him and clench in a vice of an embrace wasn’t stimulation enough, in her head-thrashing pleasure Zara would often feel firm cracking spanks upon the swell of her ass by a tail that had moulded its’ tip into the shape of a broad paddle. Not to mention the gradual yet forceful pushing of another of Lucas’ tails into her ass, this one having shifted into resembling a long stream of spherical anal beads. Each new thick bead of half black and half orange flesh that prodded past her pucker, especially when the insertion was coupled with a paddling spank rippling across her poor reddening rump, coaxed a hiss from between her fangs, and a hasty bucking of her hips back into Lucas’ cock as if to show how badly she ached for more. 
“GAWD YES! Fuck me like your toy you freaky beast!” Zara gasped, after his tail whipped out of her mouth. 
Zara’s words, surprisingly articulate in the midst of such ecstasy, were a somewhat clearer sign of her consent. 
“Nnhh, you got it!” Lucas complied, with a crack of his palm against one buttcheek, and a whip of his paddling tail against the other. The impact coaxed a squeak, a quiver and a clenching from his partner that was all the stimulation he needed to begin bringing things to a quaking climax. Lucas leant his body forwards, easing the effort of putting his whole weight into the punishing thrusts he made inside Zara. His eyes and mouth clenched shut as his lower body pistoned in a blur, hair hanging bedraggled around his complexion. Not that Zara could see any of it where she hung her head below Lucas, caged by her own pleasure simultaneously. But with her own tail constricted around Lucas’ torso, her claws practically scraping down the wall and lips sucking fervently upon his obviously excited, phallic appendage, she was showing every sign of receptive need. 
Soon enough, she got what she wanted. 
“Nnnngghh!” Lucas simply roared, grinding his cock balls deep into Zara’s split, soaked cunny one final time and allowing himself minor twitching thrusts while hilted, head raised high, so that he might ride out the wave of orgasm at its’ paramount level. His cock twitched and jumped just as he began unloading thick gushing spurts as deep inside as possible. The thickness of his member only heightened the pressure, and as a result the intensity by which errant strands of spunk gushed back out of Zara’s burning sex. His fingers kneaded into her hips as though forcing a piece of pretty prey as close as possible. All the while the pleasure sizzled along his myriad tails from their shared base at the root of his spine right to their tips. More than any other, the beaded tail buried in Zara’s ass shook violently within. Which in turn, brought her climax on with a thrash of her head as her nerves were sensually scorched.
“MNNNGGGHHH~!” Zara shrieked around her mouthful, practically chewing upon the tentacle whose tremors atop her tastebuds were another clear symptom of Lucas’ climax. It was clear enough to her that if these tentacle-tails of his were capable of their own messy orgasms then they’d have already made an even bigger mess of her. But given the mind-searing, pussy clenching, juice squirting bliss that was causing Zara’s eyes to roll upwards in what she knew to be the kind of climax only a really wild romp could bring her, the comparative lack of mess was no disappointment at all. Far from it, the timelessly satisfying receptive feeling she got from Lucas’ bulging cock pumping home deep into her core, with her booty pressed up and out to really wring every drop, was just what she needed to bring her workout to a comfortable close. Her pussy wrung out every drop with receptive feminine need, her own tail quivering and slapping into Lucas’ lower back as if to further what her squirting sex was expressing. Her need, for everything he had. Another tail of his massaged along her own. Lucas’ stuttered growls melted into a long satisfied sigh. Zara’s mouth was freed, with a copious overflow of slicking saliva that’d coated an impressive amount of the tentacle that’d fed her appetite commendably all along. 
“Haaaaahhn...” She purred, hips wiggling left to right, for good measure. “I’ll have to try that route out again soon...” 

--- 

“Oh my god!” Zara laughed, still tugging Lucas down the path out of the park, the caretaker’s commotion becoming a fading nuisance the further they scarpered. “Busted or what?!” 
“Hey, it’s not that funny!” Lucas protested, following Zara nonetheless while trying to distract his gaze from how prominently her rear showed in her leggings. “Poor guy, he’s gotta clean up after us...” 
“What, having regrets now?” Zara turned her gaze as Lucas caught up, still adjusting her crinkled top over her chest. 
“Of course not...” Lucas blushed, walking by her side as they turned out of the park. “Just... kinda surprised myself, I guess...” 
“Oh you surprised me too, cutie.” Zara teased, grazing her palm over one of his tails. “Now c’mon!” 
“Where are you taking me now?” Lucas scoffed with a sigh, still finding his second wind. “Haven’t you had enough of a workout for today?” He joked, but almost careered right into Zara’s bust as she turned and stopped in place. 
The kitten purred, eyes slitted in the bright early evening sunlight. 
“Well duh, stud. You’re coming back to mine, for a warmdown~”