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...Now what?
Her and Miles are still figuring that out. But they'll get there, one awkward conversation and (hopefully) fun night at a time.
If she doesn't slug him for being too corny, dorky or pervy first.

All characters depicted are owned by Chalo.
Commissioned by Fortimer77.", "writing": "“So…” \n“So…?” \n“...What do you wanna do?” \n“Har har. You know what, idiot.” \n“I mean what do you wanna do first?” \n\nRachael hadn’t thought that far ahead. Beyond setting up the candles, new sheets on the bed, turning off the lights and making damn sure there were no distractions to be concerned with, she had hoped it would all kind of… fall into place. \n“I dunno…” She mumbled, hands on Miles’ shoulders, tail swishing restlessly behind her. “It’s kinda hard to know where to start, after the other day…” She continued with a nervous laugh, eyes fluttering elsewhere out of hesitation to look him in the eyes for bashful insecurity. \n“No worries, babe.” Miles said reassuringly, hands around Rachael’s hips to hug her close. “We’ve got all night this time.” \nRachael couldn’t help but smirk. “All night? You sure you can last that long?” She teased, meeting his eyes again. “Or like… more than two minutes?” \n“Hey, c’mon! Consider it a compliment!” Miles retorted, his right hand smoothing further south to squeeze at her rear end through her sweatpants. “That’s just what you do to me, babe.” \n“Whatever, mr silver-tongue.” Rachael said, rolling her eyes as she tickled her fingers up to tease into his hair and flick at his ear. “Lets just, I dunno, take our time. See how we feel.” \n“My thoughts exactly.” \nHis kiss surprised her, but it wasn’t a bad surprise. Far from it, she thought, as the warmth of his lips spread down through her body. She shut her eyes and grasped him tighter, while his hand squeezed her ass more firmly. It felt nice, coaxing a small momentary moan to escape her lips and enter his. \nMiles seemed to take this as fuel for him to grope harder still, and even circle his palm around her butt. Which was less nice, but she didn’t mind. Then he pushed his tongue past her mouth, which she didn’t really mind, although it was still a little fast. Then he slipped his other hand down to grope her, too. Wait. Then he pressed forwards, starting to push her with the weight of his body towards the bed. Wait. Soon they were at the edge of the sheets, and she could hear the growl under his breath…\n“WAIT!” \n“Wh-What? What’s wrong?” \n“Just… hold on…” \nRachael took a series of short, sharp, desperate breaths after pushing Miles backwards. An awkward, heavy silence had pushed into the room and was hoarding all the space, leaving not an inch of room for sexiness to move in.\n“Uh, sorry, I… don’t know what that was…” Rachael muttered after an age of silence, collapsing backwards to sit on the edge of the bed with an exasperated groan of frustration directed at her own body.\n“Hey, it’s okay.” Miles said, following her to sit by her side. “Maybe, lets just, uuuh, talk about it?” \n“About… what?” \n“Having sex. Like, how we wanna do it.”\nAs if Rachael wasn’t flustered enough already. Her tail stood on end, hair fluffed up so much it looked like a thin black fuzzy cactus. \n“What? W-Why?” \n“Why not?” \nRach looked to her side to meet Miles’ eyes. There, she saw the same lightly flushed but utterly sincere and caring smile that he sported back in the barn just the previous week. Damn him. \n“Isn’t that gonna make it, like…” she stammered, fists clenched in her lap. “...not sexy when we actually do it? I thought it was just something you kinda do naturally.”\n“Well, it can be, but not always.” He continued, placing a gentle hand over her tense fist. “Okay, I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away. It’s just cuz, I’m excited for this too, you know? But hey, give me a little credit, I’ve got some experience at this… even if that mis-fire last week didn’t convince you!” \nShe mustered up a chuckle and smile at this, even with her head buried down and eyes locked on the floor. \n“Nothing wrong with talking it out. Yeah, it’s a bit… it’s very awkward. But if we don’t want it to feel bad for each other, how else are we gonna know? And if anything stops feeling good, or if you find something that really does, then like, just say so.” \n“Geez, when did you become my tutor?” She retorted, raising an eyebrow as she finally looked back at him. \n“Just being honest here babe.” Miles shrugged. “And admittedly, I’ve had a lot of time to think since Taffy dumped me. Maybe that whole thing was a little, uhh, one sided.” \n“No shit.” Rach said, as sarcastically as she could manage in her insecure state. “Or maybe that lizard lady taught you a valuable lesson about moderation.” \n“Oh gods, please don’t remind me of her!”\nThey both shared an uneasy laugh. \n“So…”\n“So…?” \nAnother, uneasier laugh, born of their accidental repetition. \n“Is there anything you really want to do?” \n“Uhhh…” Rachael chewed her lip and flicked her tail back and forth, mulling the moment over, until eventually accepting that like it or not, sooner or later she would have to use her words. “I think maybe a different, what’s the word…” her face scrunched, hands locking in a poor attempt to charade out her meaning. \n“Different position?” \n“Yeah, that. Like, last time we were…” her words petered out as her palms pressed flat together. “But what if I was…” she kept her left hand up, palm facing out as if to signal ‘stop’. “And you were…” she rested her right hand, palm still flat, under her left wrist, effectively creating a right angle between her hands. “...you know?” \nAfter a moment of interpreting, Miles’ expression widened with a nod. \n“Ahh, sure, okay. Cowgirl, right.”\n“What?” \n“Oh, that’s what it’s called. When I’m like, laying down, and you’re on top, like… sitting on me.” \n“Damn, they got names for everything or what?” \n“Sex is kind of a popular hobby, babe.” \n“You got me there.” She smirked, shuffling around to face Miles more centrally. “Does that sound alright though? For real?” \n“Totally!” Miles grinned, holding Rach’s other hand as well. “I’m sure not gonna say no to looking up at you while we’re getting busy.” \n“Heh, perv.” \n“Seriously.” He ran his thumbs over the backs of her hands, his smile widening and brow softening. “That sounds really hot.” \n“Haha…” Rachael laughed out of embarrassed impulse, glancing away and biting her lip a little. “And, uh…”\n“Yeah?” \nShe gritted her teeth, fighting back the hesitation she felt from speaking so bluntly, but deep down she knew if she didn’t speak up, she’d regret it. \n“I uhhh, kinda liked when you put your hands…”\n“On your butt?”\n“Mmm. But…”\nThey both chuckled that time. Wordplay is fun for everyone.\n“Maybe not so hard? At least, not right away.”\n“Gotcha. Sounds fair, like I said, I did go a little ‘all-in’ right away, huh? Sorry.”\n“It’s cool, I liked it, just, gentle, okay?” \n“Mmhmm. If I get to put my hands on that gorgeous asss of yours at all, I’ll do whatever it takes.” \n“Ohh really now?”\n“Yup.” \nRachael got a flash of inspiration in that moment, and whether it was down to the closeness of their bodies, the candid conversation, or just some kind of basic instinct, she felt empowered to see it through. \n“Then, how about you start by taking your clothes off, and helping me with mine?” \nMiles looked like a kid coming downstairs on Christmas morning. \n“Yes ma’am!” \nWith that, in a hurried flurry he grasped his shirt from the bottom and all but tore it up over his head, throwing it to the side while Rachael peeled her own tank top up and away in more calm fashion, leaving her in just her bra from the waist up. She started to unbuckle her jeans, while thoughts stormed through her head almost in giddy disbelief that she could’ve been so adventurous as to make such a raunchy (and somewhat corny) flirtatious act. \n“Allow me?” Miles purred, very much more of a question than statement, as he held her hands in his once again, but this time to the end of allowing Rachael to sit back as he did his duty; and she had requested it herself, at the end of the day. \n“O-Ohh… sure…” she breathed, leaning back where she sat and letting Miles get to work. \nSlowly and carefully, he trailed her jeans down past her hips, thighs, knees, calves, until they were bunched up at her ankles, her legs outstretched. With a sly smirk, he gently eased it past her feet to land in a crumpled pile on the carpet. \nRachael felt like she was in a one-woman sauna at that moment from the sheer flustered heat and the strange sense of anticipation running through her mind as she sat there in her underwear. \n“Well, come on, don’t keep me waiting…” she said, feigning more confidence than she had at that moment. \n“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Miles replied, having already taken the moment to shimmy out of his clothing too, until just his baggy, basic, blue boxers remained. In the dim bedroom light, he did cut a handsome figure, and one that Rachael had been pivotal in helping to mould. She took a pang of pride from that as he sat up by her side, hand on her thigh as they kissed again. Gentler this time, and slower, eyes shut as her hands wandered to his chest, tracing through the subtle but clear dips and mounds of his musculature. \nTo that, he made a little pleasured sound against her lips, and replied by hugging her comfortably, palms spread across the small of her back. Rachael sounded back through their kiss, imitating Miles’ subtle cue to indicate her enjoyment of the feeling. This felt a bit more like how she’d imagined it. Strange, she thought, how particular the body could be, that context was so important. But perhaps sex was like any other workout in that way; a thought process that left Rachael with a wave of calm washing over her. Getting a good sweat on was something she could understand. \nWhat she couldn’t understand was how Miles was struggling so much with unclasping her bra. \n“You okay there?” She chuckled, breaking the kiss to give him a cheeky grin. \n“Y-Yeah, I’m good…” he muttered, fiddling with the clasp in his fingers. After nearly thirty seconds more, Rachael gave up pitying him and reached around her back. \n“Here, doofus, let me.” \nMiles just gave a nervous laugh. Seemed the shoe was on the other foot, now, Rachael thought as she unclasped and slid her bra down from her shoulders to flop on the bed. Miles leaned back, sheepishly sat upright, but still giving his girlfriend the utmost attention. \n“Wow.” Miles sighed. \n“What?” \n“You’re beautiful.” \nRachael beamed. “Thanks.” It was still hard for her to completely take compliments like that seriously, but it was still sweet to hear it from him, not to mention it’d become a fond memory of their time in the barn. After all, it was the first time she’d gotten such romantic praise from a man… at least, one that wasn’t spoken for. \nBefore she could get too wrapped up in a memory of past unrequited love, Miles had dipped close, hands on her hips as his lips nibbled at her neck. She gave a little purr, sinking her hands into his head in appreciative strokes. \n“Mmm, that’s nice.” She barely said, not really meaning to let him hear. \n“If you like that…” But apparently, he did. In lieu of finishing that statement, his trailing tongue spoke for itself as he pulled away from her neck to kiss a path from her collarbone, towards her cleavage, and gently, his mouth worked over to her right breast, cupping it gently from underneath as his tongue teased onto her nipple. \n“Ooh…” \nWell, that was new. Rachael felt his tongue lap across the peak of her breast in a long and slow rasp. It felt pretty exciting, to her surprise. She always thought that tit-monster boss of hers was more the type to enjoy having affection shown to her chest. But there was no denying the subtle warming thrill that she felt from Miles applying moist pressure to her nipple, and circling the areola with care. \n“Mmmm?” He sounded out while carrying on. \n“Yeah, s’good…” Rachael answered. “K-Keep going…” She spoke in a hurry, embarrassed by her own words but motivated by the promise of more pleasure. \nMiles dutifully obliged, pressing his lips down around the nub as his tongue circled and flicked away, fingers pressing and pushing her breast up from beneath. \n“Ahh!” Rachael cried out, unexpectedly loud even to her. Miles seemed not to mind one bit, on quite the contrary, he took the chance to start pressing his teeth in to chew and suckle upon her chest outright, with his other hand now pawing and caressing her left breast in similar fashion. \nRachael glanced down, her breaths now heavy and laced with excited whimpers. Watching him go to work, eyes shut and tail swishing behind him as he coaxed more spikes of tingling delight from her, made her feel like she was being worshipped. A feeling that she, and her ego, could have gladly gotten used to. \nAfter a minute or so more, Miles pulled back and slithered down her chest to slight reluctant sounds from Rachael, her hand grabbing his cheek to coax him back up. \n“Trust me.” He purred, eyes half open. \n“Uhh.. okay.” She nodded, giving him the benefit of the doubt for once. \nHe guided her down onto the sheets onto her back. Still perplexed and somewhat bashful of her near-nudity, she followed his physical directions, but laid there with her legs bent at the knee. \n“Relax.” he whispered, as he laid on top of her, cheek snugly pressed into her cleavage. \n“I am.” She lied, looking about as relaxed as a waitress carrying a stack of plates in one hand and a ming dynasty vase in the other. \nMiles just smirked and gave a boyish chuckle before leaning up to peck her cheek and smooth a few fingers through the bangs of her cropped, shimmering hair. \n“Just trust me.” He repeated his plea, slowly and sincerely. “Like I said, I do know a thing or two. Just lay down and let me treat you, babe.” \nHe was resuming his oral focused descent down her body once again before she could really muster a rebuttal. Rachael slowly let her legs rest as well, hands clutching the sheets more out of nervousness than anything. A feeling that only intensified when he guided her thighs apart and tucked his fingers into her underwear to slither them down her long, strong legs. \nIt was a good thing Rachael was too busy distracting herself from the heart-pounding feeling of exposure by shutting her eyes, or else she might have seen the devilish smirk on Miles’ face and been liable to give him a swift boot to the cheek. He continued peeling her underwear down until it could be tossed away like the rest of their clothes, and took up a sturdy position bent forwards with his chin resting just above the tuft of fur a dash north of her mound. \n“Tell me if I’m going too quick, okay?” \n“No, I’m fine, just be carefu-ahh!” \nHis fingers had slid down against her pussy. He wasn’t pressing hard, but it was still a sharp surprise. \n“That feel okay?” \n“Mmhmm.” \nHe worked a couple of digits around her mound, slowly, as if he were tracing the best spots to use to coax out pleasure from her, like a masseuse discovering a new client’s ‘hot spots’. \nRachael bit her lip and felt her right leg twitch and shudder. After the first time they had shared in their makeshift little workshop, she thought that she at least had some idea of what to expect from sex. But this was a very different feeling. It was a slow wash of warmth that was fuelling some very… ‘exciting’ thoughts. She could get used to this. Although… \n“Push…” \n“Hmmm?” \nHer face scrunched. Did he have to be so dense?\n“Push in…” \nThat got the point across. Rachael could practically feel the smugness emanating off of him even with her eyes closed. But at least he did as he was told, starting to slide one of his digits between her labia and inside her vagina. \n“Nnnh…” \n“That good?” \n“Y-Yeah…” \nThe feeling of penetration was familiar enough now, but this time it felt better, to her surprise. And better still, once Miles worked his finger deeper, and curled it slightly to rub at her from the inside. \n“AHH!” \nThis time, at least, he seemed to get the hint without the need for any further ‘elaboration’. After pushing another finger slowly but surely inside her, leaning his chin on her thigh as he drank in the view, Miles worked both digits forwards and backwards in long massaging strokes, making sure to curl his grip just enough to press at just the right spot that seemed to be causing Rachael to gasp out with steamy breaths, roll her hips towards him and clutch the sheets beneath with more of the ample strength she packed in her muscular arms. \n“Damn, babe…” Miles growled, his own arousal palpable in his deep tone. He started to finger her faster, his motions aided considerably by the moisture of her sex that was quickly gathering. It was a good thing she was so distracted by her own enjoyment of it all, otherwise the way her sex clenched and drenched Miles’ fingers, knuckles and palm would likely have caused her even further embarrassment. \n“Y-Yes…” Rachael muttered, moving one of her hands to her breast to cup and roll her fingers across her nipple in a manner similar to how Miles had done before. All of this was so new. Until now she had thought herself completely in control of her own body, her own strength. But now she was starting to see what all the fuss was about when it came to sex. \nSo wrapped up in a hazy erotic train of thought was she, that she didn’t even recognise the sensation of Miles’ tongue glancing at her labia with a gentle but long lick. \n“Nnnnh! What the he-oooh…” \nHe didn’t even stop to ask her how it felt, this time. He just took his time gingerly extracting his fingers from her sex and instead replaced it promptly with his mouth, first planting a moist open-mouthed kiss against her moist slit before pressing the flat of his tongue against her entrance and licking slowly and firmly. \n“AHH!” Rachael cried as his tongue glimpsed her hooded clitoris, humping up from the sheets to coax him on. Unseen by her, Miles’ eyes went wide, yet he continued unabated, spreading his hands across her inner thighs as he adjusted into a proper position to ‘dig in’. Her enthusiasm, it seemed, was infectious. He repeated the motion again and again, soon squirming his tongue inside her pussy properly to get a good taste, and explore her in even greater detail. \nRachael was nearly slashing at the bed underneath, desperate as her body was for an outlet to the electrifying sensations spiking from between her legs. She was acting on instinct, too obsessed with making the very most of this to care about the ‘why’ any more. \nMiles curled his tongue upwards on the way out of her following a languid, slurping thrust, pushing forwards to nuzzle his lips and fuzzy cheeks against her sex. He didn’t seem to mind the ample moisture gathering there one bit. \nRachael’s moans paused. What he was doing felt okay, but… \n“Nngh, w-wait… Miles…”\nHe glanced up promptly as soon as he heard the hesitancy in her voice, having astutely learned his lesson from earlier to pay closer attention to his partner’s pleasure. \n“Mmmnph?” He mumbled, rising from his meal. \n“Uhh, could you try… uh, y’know...” Rachael flummoxed over her words, caught in the mental crossfire between desire and shame. “Using your tongue, uuh, up, like…” \nMiles took mercy on her by replying with action instead of words. Specifically, by tracing the tip of his tongue up the edge of her labia, until it was tickling around her clit. \n“Mnnh! Yeahthererightthere…” Rachael exhaled in one hurried moan, hands swooping down to grab his head and keep him in position. \nAs if Miles intended to go anywhere else. He diligently pursed his lips around her sweet spot and pressed down firmly with his tongue, and firmer still with his hands clutching her hips tight in search of the ample purchase he needed to really get to work. \nRelieved that she had put her point across with minimal awkwardness and embarrassing elaboration, Rachael focused purely on enjoying everything Miles gladly offered. \n“Oh gawd, yeah…” She groaned, chewing on her lip and grinding against his lips. \nMiles took steamy, deep breaths through his nostrils as he licked and suckled away, taking the time to trace his tongue about to the miniscule parts of her feminine pleasure centre that really seemed to pile on the pleasure for her. \nOnce she seemed sufficiently ‘warmed up’, he began to pull back. \n“Ngh, don’t stop…” \nRachael whined, fighting back verbally as well as physically. \nMiles, remembering the strength she packed in those guns of hers, realised he would have to labour his point further if he was going to get anywhere. \n“MMPH!” \nHe muffled, eyes wide, tapping her on the thigh simultaneously as if ‘tapping out’; that being the best he could do with a face full of pussy. \n“What?” Rachael mumbled, sounding half disappointed and half peeved, as she reluctantly let him catch a breather. \n“Gahhh…” he gasped, resting his cheek on her inner thigh, his wet face plastered with a resilient smile. “I want to bring you the rest of the way… myself.” He elaborated with his hands smoothed up to rub her chiselled abs. “Heh, can’t let you have all the fun besides…” \nHer expression softened, and she gave him a playful growl. \n“Oh, right, heh… So, uh…” \n“Cowgirl, right?” \n“Cowgirl.” \nMiles lifted himself up and gave her one more soft, quick french kiss as he laid on top of her. At which point, Rachael was finally made aware of how excited he was for his second shot at ‘enlightening her’ to the joy of sex. Or rather, it was impossible to ignore the firm, straight length of his member nudging along her belly. Now that. They weren’t so pressed for time that he had to simply ‘get to the point’, it was exciting to feel it rubbing against her, knowing what she was in for next. \nHer train of thought was derailed by Miles rolling the both of them over mid-kiss, until she was suddenly laying on top of him, just where she needed to be. \nRachael eased herself back to sit upright, slowly enough that a small bridge of saliva bonded their mouths briefly, only to break soon after, landing between their similarly aroused bodies. Her heart was pounding, her breaths deep, her mind throttled with anxiety.\nThen she looked down at Miles, and saw a look on the alley cat’s face that she never thought she’d see. Like someone waiting for a loved one to return from a long trip, or a pet sat by the front door for their owner, he was beaming with anticipation for something beyond his control. Because at that moment, she was in control. And that was pretty damn exciting. \n“So, uh, just lean back,” he started to suggest, “you can hold it if you want and-“\n“Shut up.” Rachael purred. “I’ve got this.” \n“O-Ohhh, okay-nnngh…” his voice melted as Rachael stroked down his chest. She’d have to remember that little weakness of his. \nShe took hold of his dick, realising this was the first time she had actually grasped one in her hand. It was warm, pretty damn firm, not a bad size. Yes, thought the rejuvenated kitten, this would do very nicely. \nWith newfound confidence, she moved her groin over his shaft, first nudging and prodding around her pussy, both of them feeling how wet she had gotten thanks to Miles’ prior efforts. \n“Ahh, Rach…” his reactions were adorable to her. And it helped her feel in control. She liked having the control in this little thing they had going. Now all she had to do was move him down, and…\nNo, wait. That wasn’t it. Maybe a little further up.\nNo, then she’d gone past it. \nDamnit, how was it so hard to put this thing inside herself? \n“Uh, babe?” Miles quietly offered. “Need a hand?” \nOkay, maybe she wasn’t completely ready to fly solo yet. \n“Heh, uhh, okay.” \nWith an awkward shrug, she allowed Miles to give her a hand, literally, as he reached down and held his shaft steady, pointed straight up. With only her own body to ‘aim’, Rachael found it much easier going, and a moment later he was nudging between her folds at just the right angle. \n“Ready?” \n“Mmm.” \nThe fact that it was easier this time, slightly, to take his dick inside her, was not what surprised Rachael. What did surprise her, was how much more enjoyable it seemed, coupled with the sense of power and confidence that this ‘cowgirl’ position imbued her with. Once Miles had kept himself still enough for her to work her way down his shaft, she found she was quite capable of easing herself the rest of the way. \n“Aaaah, oh yeah…” \nA motion that she undertook with great satisfaction. \n“Ohh fuck…” \nMiles seemed quite comfortable himself, so Rachael wasted no time in sinking herself further down, savouring the size of his dick filling her as she started to take notice of its’ shape and girth, and work herself around it with a sense of erotic fascination, keen to see what felt best, and what made him squirm. \nSoon she felt the fur on his hips tickling at her thighs, and knew she was as deep down as she could get. \n“Y-You okay, babe?” Miles muttered, his hands gingerly placed on her hips as though he couldn’t think of anywhere else to put them. \nRachael smirked and peeled a bang of brilliant black hair back so she could look him in the eyes. \n“Fuck yeah.” She replied with smoky desire. \nShe needed no hand-holding through what came next. She leaned forwards, sending her long hair cascading either side of his head effectively creating a tunnel of vision that forced him to look up at her. He seemed happy to comply. She grabbed his shoulders and started to rock her hips forwards and back, moving her pussy up and down his cock in a long, slow grind. \n“A-Ahhh… yes…” She shivered. \n“Ohh Rach…” Miles groaned while chewing his bottom lip. \nRachael almost chuckled playfully at how goofy he looked, but then she thought it hard to blame him, considering she too was quickly feeling her pleasure levels rocket upwards. Each time she would grind backwards, his dick would rub along her inner walls to thrust inside her in just the right way to send a jolt of excitement up her spine, and even when she pulled forwards, causing him to slide almost completely out of her again, the tight squeeze her pussy gave him meant they would almost always gasp in time with each other. \nShe was quick to establish a rhythm that suited her, the likes of which Miles would just have to get used to, given how prone he was at Rachael’s mercy under her hands and inside her moist sex. \n“Unnngh, gawd that’s good…” he panted. It sounded like he was more than up to the challenge. He reached up to grope and tease at her breasts, managing to remember through the haze of erotic indulgence how she liked her chest felt up. \n“Aaah! Y-Yes!” She meowed, a sharp chirp of joy that washed down as a steamy exhaling breath over Miles’ face. She balled up the sheets either side of his head in her hands, working her hips in a bouncing, grinding, bumping dance that built a sweat on her brow and created a fracas of bed creaking, flesh clapping, moisture rich sounds to serve as a backing track to their passion. \nHe was pushing deeper inside her, now that she felt able to smack her backside down to the root of his cock each time she pushed back. She would feel him twitch and throb amidst steamy groans. He even leaned up to lap and nibble on one of her nipples as he worked her chest. \nYes, this was more like it. This was closer to the kind of joyful indulgence that she’d envisioned sex to be. But there had to be more to it. And she felt so ready for more. \nSeeing the need in his face, hearing the whimpers he gave around his mouthful of boob and feeling the buckling of his hips up from the bed told her that he was too.\n“H-Harder.” \n“Mmph?” Miles popped off her nipple and scraped his fingers down her hips, enroute to her clapping, bouncing ass. “What’s that, babe?”\nSmug bastard. Did he have to make her say it? \n“F-Fuck me, harder.” \nThat got a rise out of him alright. Not just one she could see in his face, but which she could feel in his body. \n“You got it.” \n“AHH!” \nAt least he had the ability to put his money where his mouth was. \nThis time when his hands squeezed her ass, she was ready for it. More than ready, she realised with a shudder through her tail, given how good it felt to be held so firmly, with such lustful need. He did as he was told, too; he was pumping firmer, putting his heart into every thrust and pulling her back down around his cock using his grip on her cheeks as leverage. \n“O-Oh yeah, just like that… d-don’t stop…” Something in her had snapped, letting her let loose her inhibitions around expressing her enjoyment vocally. She shut her eyes tight, managing with relatively little effort to match Miles’ undulating hips and guiding hands with the rocking and rolling of her own body. \nShe maintained that fast, hard, rough rhythm from one minute to the next, aided by her years of cardio training and stretching, until on impulse, she arched her back, leant upwards and pressed both hands against his chest. \n“Ah! R-Rach!” \nShe peeked one eye open at his moan of her name, and saw Miles panting up at her, fingers pushing and molesting her backside with even greater fervour. For a change, he looked like the one holding back on speaking out. \nA devious grin swept over her cheeks. She pressed her chest between her arms, making her breasts more prominent, smacked herself down against his thighs to sit snugly with his cock shoved balls deep inside her, and stayed put right there, suddenly ceasing all motion save for giving him a long, luscious chest massage. \n“Ohh, you like that, kitty?” \n“A-Ah, damn…” \n“What’s that?” \nPayback felt almost as good as did the thrilling sexual confidence burning through her. \n“Y-Yes, just don’t stop…” he hurried the words out.\n“What’s the magic word~?” \nShe knew she was pushing his buttons now, in every sense. Her fingers tickled and smoothed through his chest fur, tracing the edges of the decent muscles that she’d trained him to cultivate herself. In reply, she could feel how violently his member was throbbing inside her, keeping her feeling as hot as her position made her feel powerful. Seeing him writhe and squirm, pleasured and desperate, even with a relatively inexperienced girl like her, was a powerful rush. One that she could get used to. \n“Please!” \nAnd he sure did look cute when he was aching to fuck. \n“Good boy!” \nShe ‘rewarded’ him by leaning down, one hand still rubbing his pecs and keeping herself upright, the other clutching his cheek, and kissing him deeply while starting to grind along his dick once more. \nHe grabbed her by the back of the neck and insatiably continued squeezing her big black butt while pumping up again and again, thrusting into her so strongly that he was managing to push somewhere even deeper still. \n“MMMNH!” \nRachael didn’t know the ‘anatomy’ of that part of her body too well, but she knew what felt good, and him pushing that deep inside her sure did. \nWhile working out her enjoyment with her tongue whipping around his, she rode him in just the right way that he’d prod at that same sweet spot deep inside her as much as possible. Before long, with a bit of his help too as soon as he realised how much she was enjoying herself, she could feel her climax fast approaching. Her first one ever that wasn’t brought on by herself alone. \nShe broke the kiss abruptly, but not without him chewing on her tongue on the way out with a smoky snarl. \n“Oh fuck, I’m…”\n“Fuck yeah!” \nMiles didn’t need any more explanation than that, choosing to instead go for one final ‘sprint’, showing his personal trainer some new tricks that he could put his physique to work on. He fucked up into her so firmly his balls were smacking up against her ass, giving her chest one more squeeze and flick of his thumbs over her nipples before gripping her hips tight and rutting away. \n“AH! Oh fuck! Yes yes yes right there oh gods fuck fuck fuck…” \nRachael squeaked, moaned and panted her words out so hoarsely and slurred that they were barely comprehensible, not that she cared as she took fistfuls of Miles’ chest in hand beneath and pummelled her hips up and down. \n“Unnngh babe, gonna cum…” \nShe ‘replied’ only by carrying right on giving him the ride of his life, with one caveat, explained quite clearly and concisely: \n“M-Make me cum, dork…” \nHe might’ve laughed amiably were he not so close to cumming himself. \nInstead, he nodded, and brought his right palm down on her ass. \n“AHH! OH FUCK ME!”\nMiles didn’t wait for confirmation that that felt good. Her clenching cunt was proof enough. So instead, he repeated the motion with his left palm. \n“NHHHF! C-CUMMING!” \nRachael threw her head up to heaven, her body clenching and mind frying in ecstasy…\n“AH! Y-Yeah! Ohhhh…” \n...and not a moment too soon, given how Miles too felt his load pumping out, thick and fast. \nBoth of the felines gasped, humped and twitched out their climaxes in their own ways; Rachael by caressing herself all over to make the very most of the high, and Miles by clenching his teeth and practically vibrating all over from the rush. \n\nWhen they came down, so did Rachael, straight onto Miles’ chest, panting with chest heaving breaths that came hot and heavy against his neck. \nMiles meanwhile just let his tongue pop out of his mouth as he struggled to catch his breath, looking far more like a puppy dog run ragged than an alleycat. \nAfter a woozy puddle of time elapsed, Rachael raised her head, all split ends, sweat and sultry purrs, and nuzzled comfortably into his shoulder. \n“So…”\n“So…?” \nThey joined in another laugh, granted a weaker one than last time. \n“How’s that, for some ‘explosive magical bullshit’?” \nRach mustered another laugh as her index finger skated about his chest. \n“Alright alright… I’ll admit, that was… pretty great.”\n“Damn… straight…” \nRachael grinned, practically feeling the smugness from Miles’ face even though she wasn’t looking at it. \n“Although…”\n“Hmm? What’s up?” \nBefore he could say another word, she herself was what was up. \n“It’s a good start…” she purred, wiggling her tush down on his groin. “But now that I’m warmed up, it’s about time I gave that lizard bitch a run for her money.” She licked her lips, and pulled herself off his cock with a hiss, slowly extracting herself with great care. “Now shut up, I wanna try my mouth on you this time.” \nShe crawled backwards to move her face closer and closer to his slick cock, looking like a woman who’d finally found her element. \nMiles certainly didn’t want to complain, but at the prospect of what Rachael seemed to have in store for him for the rest of that night, there was only one thing he could say anyway. \n“Cripes!”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“So…”
“So…?”
“...What do you wanna do?”
“Har har. You know what, idiot.”
“I mean what do you wanna do first?”

Rachael hadn’t thought that far ahead. Beyond setting up the candles, new sheets on the bed, turning off the lights and making damn sure there were no distractions to be concerned with, she had hoped it would all kind of… fall into place.
“I dunno…” She mumbled, hands on Miles’ shoulders, tail swishing restlessly behind her. “It’s kinda hard to know where to start, after the other day…” She continued with a nervous laugh, eyes fluttering elsewhere out of hesitation to look him in the eyes for bashful insecurity.
“No worries, babe.” Miles said reassuringly, hands around Rachael’s hips to hug her close. “We’ve got all night this time.”
Rachael couldn’t help but smirk. “All night? You sure you can last that long?” She teased, meeting his eyes again. “Or like… more than two minutes?”
“Hey, c’mon! Consider it a compliment!” Miles retorted, his right hand smoothing further south to squeeze at her rear end through her sweatpants. “That’s just what you do to me, babe.”
“Whatever, mr silver-tongue.” Rachael said, rolling her eyes as she tickled her fingers up to tease into his hair and flick at his ear. “Lets just, I dunno, take our time. See how we feel.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
His kiss surprised her, but it wasn’t a bad surprise. Far from it, she thought, as the warmth of his lips spread down through her body. She shut her eyes and grasped him tighter, while his hand squeezed her ass more firmly. It felt nice, coaxing a small momentary moan to escape her lips and enter his.
Miles seemed to take this as fuel for him to grope harder still, and even circle his palm around her butt. Which was less nice, but she didn’t mind. Then he pushed his tongue past her mouth, which she didn’t really mind, although it was still a little fast. Then he slipped his other hand down to grope her, too. Wait. Then he pressed forwards, starting to push her with the weight of his body towards the bed. Wait. Soon they were at the edge of the sheets, and she could hear the growl under his breath…
“WAIT!”
“Wh-What? What’s wrong?”
“Just… hold on…”
Rachael took a series of short, sharp, desperate breaths after pushing Miles backwards. An awkward, heavy silence had pushed into the room and was hoarding all the space, leaving not an inch of room for sexiness to move in.
“Uh, sorry, I… don’t know what that was…” Rachael muttered after an age of silence, collapsing backwards to sit on the edge of the bed with an exasperated groan of frustration directed at her own body.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Miles said, following her to sit by her side. “Maybe, lets just, uuuh, talk about it?”
“About… what?”
“Having sex. Like, how we wanna do it.”
As if Rachael wasn’t flustered enough already. Her tail stood on end, hair fluffed up so much it looked like a thin black fuzzy cactus.
“What? W-Why?”
“Why not?”
Rach looked to her side to meet Miles’ eyes. There, she saw the same lightly flushed but utterly sincere and caring smile that he sported back in the barn just the previous week. Damn him.
“Isn’t that gonna make it, like…” she stammered, fists clenched in her lap. “...not sexy when we actually do it? I thought it was just something you kinda do naturally.”
“Well, it can be, but not always.” He continued, placing a gentle hand over her tense fist. “Okay, I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away. It’s just cuz, I’m excited for this too, you know? But hey, give me a little credit, I’ve got some experience at this… even if that mis-fire last week didn’t convince you!”
She mustered up a chuckle and smile at this, even with her head buried down and eyes locked on the floor.
“Nothing wrong with talking it out. Yeah, it’s a bit… it’s very awkward. But if we don’t want it to feel bad for each other, how else are we gonna know? And if anything stops feeling good, or if you find something that really does, then like, just say so.”
“Geez, when did you become my tutor?” She retorted, raising an eyebrow as she finally looked back at him.
“Just being honest here babe.” Miles shrugged. “And admittedly, I’ve had a lot of time to think since Taffy dumped me. Maybe that whole thing was a little, uhh, one sided.”
“No shit.” Rach said, as sarcastically as she could manage in her insecure state. “Or maybe that lizard lady taught you a valuable lesson about moderation.”
“Oh gods, please don’t remind me of her!”
They both shared an uneasy laugh.
“So…”
“So…?”
Another, uneasier laugh, born of their accidental repetition.
“Is there anything you really want to do?”
“Uhhh…” Rachael chewed her lip and flicked her tail back and forth, mulling the moment over, until eventually accepting that like it or not, sooner or later she would have to use her words. “I think maybe a different, what’s the word…” her face scrunched, hands locking in a poor attempt to charade out her meaning.
“Different position?”
“Yeah, that. Like, last time we were…” her words petered out as her palms pressed flat together. “But what if I was…” she kept her left hand up, palm facing out as if to signal ‘stop’. “And you were…” she rested her right hand, palm still flat, under her left wrist, effectively creating a right angle between her hands. “...you know?”
After a moment of interpreting, Miles’ expression widened with a nod.
“Ahh, sure, okay. Cowgirl, right.”
“What?”
“Oh, that’s what it’s called. When I’m like, laying down, and you’re on top, like… sitting on me.”
“Damn, they got names for everything or what?”
“Sex is kind of a popular hobby, babe.”
“You got me there.” She smirked, shuffling around to face Miles more centrally. “Does that sound alright though? For real?”
“Totally!” Miles grinned, holding Rach’s other hand as well. “I’m sure not gonna say no to looking up at you while we’re getting busy.”
“Heh, perv.”
“Seriously.” He ran his thumbs over the backs of her hands, his smile widening and brow softening. “That sounds really hot.”
“Haha…” Rachael laughed out of embarrassed impulse, glancing away and biting her lip a little. “And, uh…”
“Yeah?”
She gritted her teeth, fighting back the hesitation she felt from speaking so bluntly, but deep down she knew if she didn’t speak up, she’d regret it.
“I uhhh, kinda liked when you put your hands…”
“On your butt?”
“Mmm. But…”
They both chuckled that time. Wordplay is fun for everyone.
“Maybe not so hard? At least, not right away.”
“Gotcha. Sounds fair, like I said, I did go a little ‘all-in’ right away, huh? Sorry.”
“It’s cool, I liked it, just, gentle, okay?”
“Mmhmm. If I get to put my hands on that gorgeous asss of yours at all, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“Ohh really now?”
“Yup.”
Rachael got a flash of inspiration in that moment, and whether it was down to the closeness of their bodies, the candid conversation, or just some kind of basic instinct, she felt empowered to see it through.
“Then, how about you start by taking your clothes off, and helping me with mine?”
Miles looked like a kid coming downstairs on Christmas morning.
“Yes ma’am!”
With that, in a hurried flurry he grasped his shirt from the bottom and all but tore it up over his head, throwing it to the side while Rachael peeled her own tank top up and away in more calm fashion, leaving her in just her bra from the waist up. She started to unbuckle her jeans, while thoughts stormed through her head almost in giddy disbelief that she could’ve been so adventurous as to make such a raunchy (and somewhat corny) flirtatious act.
“Allow me?” Miles purred, very much more of a question than statement, as he held her hands in his once again, but this time to the end of allowing Rachael to sit back as he did his duty; and she had requested it herself, at the end of the day.
“O-Ohh… sure…” she breathed, leaning back where she sat and letting Miles get to work.
Slowly and carefully, he trailed her jeans down past her hips, thighs, knees, calves, until they were bunched up at her ankles, her legs outstretched. With a sly smirk, he gently eased it past her feet to land in a crumpled pile on the carpet.
Rachael felt like she was in a one-woman sauna at that moment from the sheer flustered heat and the strange sense of anticipation running through her mind as she sat there in her underwear.
“Well, come on, don’t keep me waiting…” she said, feigning more confidence than she had at that moment.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Miles replied, having already taken the moment to shimmy out of his clothing too, until just his baggy, basic, blue boxers remained. In the dim bedroom light, he did cut a handsome figure, and one that Rachael had been pivotal in helping to mould. She took a pang of pride from that as he sat up by her side, hand on her thigh as they kissed again. Gentler this time, and slower, eyes shut as her hands wandered to his chest, tracing through the subtle but clear dips and mounds of his musculature.
To that, he made a little pleasured sound against her lips, and replied by hugging her comfortably, palms spread across the small of her back. Rachael sounded back through their kiss, imitating Miles’ subtle cue to indicate her enjoyment of the feeling. This felt a bit more like how she’d imagined it. Strange, she thought, how particular the body could be, that context was so important. But perhaps sex was like any other workout in that way; a thought process that left Rachael with a wave of calm washing over her. Getting a good sweat on was something she could understand.
What she couldn’t understand was how Miles was struggling so much with unclasping her bra.
“You okay there?” She chuckled, breaking the kiss to give him a cheeky grin.
“Y-Yeah, I’m good…” he muttered, fiddling with the clasp in his fingers. After nearly thirty seconds more, Rachael gave up pitying him and reached around her back.
“Here, doofus, let me.”
Miles just gave a nervous laugh. Seemed the shoe was on the other foot, now, Rachael thought as she unclasped and slid her bra down from her shoulders to flop on the bed. Miles leaned back, sheepishly sat upright, but still giving his girlfriend the utmost attention.
“Wow.” Miles sighed.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
Rachael beamed. “Thanks.” It was still hard for her to completely take compliments like that seriously, but it was still sweet to hear it from him, not to mention it’d become a fond memory of their time in the barn. After all, it was the first time she’d gotten such romantic praise from a man… at least, one that wasn’t spoken for.
Before she could get too wrapped up in a memory of past unrequited love, Miles had dipped close, hands on her hips as his lips nibbled at her neck. She gave a little purr, sinking her hands into his head in appreciative strokes.
“Mmm, that’s nice.” She barely said, not really meaning to let him hear.
“If you like that…” But apparently, he did. In lieu of finishing that statement, his trailing tongue spoke for itself as he pulled away from her neck to kiss a path from her collarbone, towards her cleavage, and gently, his mouth worked over to her right breast, cupping it gently from underneath as his tongue teased onto her nipple.
“Ooh…”
Well, that was new. Rachael felt his tongue lap across the peak of her breast in a long and slow rasp. It felt pretty exciting, to her surprise. She always thought that tit-monster boss of hers was more the type to enjoy having affection shown to her chest. But there was no denying the subtle warming thrill that she felt from Miles applying moist pressure to her nipple, and circling the areola with care.
“Mmmm?” He sounded out while carrying on.
“Yeah, s’good…” Rachael answered. “K-Keep going…” She spoke in a hurry, embarrassed by her own words but motivated by the promise of more pleasure.
Miles dutifully obliged, pressing his lips down around the nub as his tongue circled and flicked away, fingers pressing and pushing her breast up from beneath.
“Ahh!” Rachael cried out, unexpectedly loud even to her. Miles seemed not to mind one bit, on quite the contrary, he took the chance to start pressing his teeth in to chew and suckle upon her chest outright, with his other hand now pawing and caressing her left breast in similar fashion.
Rachael glanced down, her breaths now heavy and laced with excited whimpers. Watching him go to work, eyes shut and tail swishing behind him as he coaxed more spikes of tingling delight from her, made her feel like she was being worshipped. A feeling that she, and her ego, could have gladly gotten used to.
After a minute or so more, Miles pulled back and slithered down her chest to slight reluctant sounds from Rachael, her hand grabbing his cheek to coax him back up.
“Trust me.” He purred, eyes half open.
“Uhh.. okay.” She nodded, giving him the benefit of the doubt for once.
He guided her down onto the sheets onto her back. Still perplexed and somewhat bashful of her near-nudity, she followed his physical directions, but laid there with her legs bent at the knee.
“Relax.” he whispered, as he laid on top of her, cheek snugly pressed into her cleavage.
“I am.” She lied, looking about as relaxed as a waitress carrying a stack of plates in one hand and a ming dynasty vase in the other.
Miles just smirked and gave a boyish chuckle before leaning up to peck her cheek and smooth a few fingers through the bangs of her cropped, shimmering hair.
“Just trust me.” He repeated his plea, slowly and sincerely. “Like I said, I do know a thing or two. Just lay down and let me treat you, babe.”
He was resuming his oral focused descent down her body once again before she could really muster a rebuttal. Rachael slowly let her legs rest as well, hands clutching the sheets more out of nervousness than anything. A feeling that only intensified when he guided her thighs apart and tucked his fingers into her underwear to slither them down her long, strong legs.
It was a good thing Rachael was too busy distracting herself from the heart-pounding feeling of exposure by shutting her eyes, or else she might have seen the devilish smirk on Miles’ face and been liable to give him a swift boot to the cheek. He continued peeling her underwear down until it could be tossed away like the rest of their clothes, and took up a sturdy position bent forwards with his chin resting just above the tuft of fur a dash north of her mound.
“Tell me if I’m going too quick, okay?”
“No, I’m fine, just be carefu-ahh!”
His fingers had slid down against her pussy. He wasn’t pressing hard, but it was still a sharp surprise.
“That feel okay?”
“Mmhmm.”
He worked a couple of digits around her mound, slowly, as if he were tracing the best spots to use to coax out pleasure from her, like a masseuse discovering a new client’s ‘hot spots’.
Rachael bit her lip and felt her right leg twitch and shudder. After the first time they had shared in their makeshift little workshop, she thought that she at least had some idea of what to expect from sex. But this was a very different feeling. It was a slow wash of warmth that was fuelling some very… ‘exciting’ thoughts. She could get used to this. Although…
“Push…”
“Hmmm?”
Her face scrunched. Did he have to be so dense?
“Push in…”
That got the point across. Rachael could practically feel the smugness emanating off of him even with her eyes closed. But at least he did as he was told, starting to slide one of his digits between her labia and inside her vagina.
“Nnnh…”
“That good?”
“Y-Yeah…”
The feeling of penetration was familiar enough now, but this time it felt better, to her surprise. And better still, once Miles worked his finger deeper, and curled it slightly to rub at her from the inside.
“AHH!”
This time, at least, he seemed to get the hint without the need for any further ‘elaboration’. After pushing another finger slowly but surely inside her, leaning his chin on her thigh as he drank in the view, Miles worked both digits forwards and backwards in long massaging strokes, making sure to curl his grip just enough to press at just the right spot that seemed to be causing Rachael to gasp out with steamy breaths, roll her hips towards him and clutch the sheets beneath with more of the ample strength she packed in her muscular arms.
“Damn, babe…” Miles growled, his own arousal palpable in his deep tone. He started to finger her faster, his motions aided considerably by the moisture of her sex that was quickly gathering. It was a good thing she was so distracted by her own enjoyment of it all, otherwise the way her sex clenched and drenched Miles’ fingers, knuckles and palm would likely have caused her even further embarrassment.
“Y-Yes…” Rachael muttered, moving one of her hands to her breast to cup and roll her fingers across her nipple in a manner similar to how Miles had done before. All of this was so new. Until now she had thought herself completely in control of her own body, her own strength. But now she was starting to see what all the fuss was about when it came to sex.
So wrapped up in a hazy erotic train of thought was she, that she didn’t even recognise the sensation of Miles’ tongue glancing at her labia with a gentle but long lick.
“Nnnnh! What the he-oooh…”
He didn’t even stop to ask her how it felt, this time. He just took his time gingerly extracting his fingers from her sex and instead replaced it promptly with his mouth, first planting a moist open-mouthed kiss against her moist slit before pressing the flat of his tongue against her entrance and licking slowly and firmly.
“AHH!” Rachael cried as his tongue glimpsed her hooded clitoris, humping up from the sheets to coax him on. Unseen by her, Miles’ eyes went wide, yet he continued unabated, spreading his hands across her inner thighs as he adjusted into a proper position to ‘dig in’. Her enthusiasm, it seemed, was infectious. He repeated the motion again and again, soon squirming his tongue inside her pussy properly to get a good taste, and explore her in even greater detail.
Rachael was nearly slashing at the bed underneath, desperate as her body was for an outlet to the electrifying sensations spiking from between her legs. She was acting on instinct, too obsessed with making the very most of this to care about the ‘why’ any more.
Miles curled his tongue upwards on the way out of her following a languid, slurping thrust, pushing forwards to nuzzle his lips and fuzzy cheeks against her sex. He didn’t seem to mind the ample moisture gathering there one bit.
Rachael’s moans paused. What he was doing felt okay, but…
“Nngh, w-wait… Miles…”
He glanced up promptly as soon as he heard the hesitancy in her voice, having astutely learned his lesson from earlier to pay closer attention to his partner’s pleasure.
“Mmmnph?” He mumbled, rising from his meal.
“Uhh, could you try… uh, y’know...” Rachael flummoxed over her words, caught in the mental crossfire between desire and shame. “Using your tongue, uuh, up, like…”
Miles took mercy on her by replying with action instead of words. Specifically, by tracing the tip of his tongue up the edge of her labia, until it was tickling around her clit.
“Mnnh! Yeahthererightthere…” Rachael exhaled in one hurried moan, hands swooping down to grab his head and keep him in position.
As if Miles intended to go anywhere else. He diligently pursed his lips around her sweet spot and pressed down firmly with his tongue, and firmer still with his hands clutching her hips tight in search of the ample purchase he needed to really get to work.
Relieved that she had put her point across with minimal awkwardness and embarrassing elaboration, Rachael focused purely on enjoying everything Miles gladly offered.
“Oh gawd, yeah…” She groaned, chewing on her lip and grinding against his lips.
Miles took steamy, deep breaths through his nostrils as he licked and suckled away, taking the time to trace his tongue about to the miniscule parts of her feminine pleasure centre that really seemed to pile on the pleasure for her.
Once she seemed sufficiently ‘warmed up’, he began to pull back.
“Ngh, don’t stop…”
Rachael whined, fighting back verbally as well as physically.
Miles, remembering the strength she packed in those guns of hers, realised he would have to labour his point further if he was going to get anywhere.
“MMPH!”
He muffled, eyes wide, tapping her on the thigh simultaneously as if ‘tapping out’; that being the best he could do with a face full of pussy.
“What?” Rachael mumbled, sounding half disappointed and half peeved, as she reluctantly let him catch a breather.
“Gahhh…” he gasped, resting his cheek on her inner thigh, his wet face plastered with a resilient smile. “I want to bring you the rest of the way… myself.” He elaborated with his hands smoothed up to rub her chiselled abs. “Heh, can’t let you have all the fun besides…”
Her expression softened, and she gave him a playful growl.
“Oh, right, heh… So, uh…”
“Cowgirl, right?”
“Cowgirl.”
Miles lifted himself up and gave her one more soft, quick french kiss as he laid on top of her. At which point, Rachael was finally made aware of how excited he was for his second shot at ‘enlightening her’ to the joy of sex. Or rather, it was impossible to ignore the firm, straight length of his member nudging along her belly. Now that. They weren’t so pressed for time that he had to simply ‘get to the point’, it was exciting to feel it rubbing against her, knowing what she was in for next.
Her train of thought was derailed by Miles rolling the both of them over mid-kiss, until she was suddenly laying on top of him, just where she needed to be.
Rachael eased herself back to sit upright, slowly enough that a small bridge of saliva bonded their mouths briefly, only to break soon after, landing between their similarly aroused bodies. Her heart was pounding, her breaths deep, her mind throttled with anxiety.
Then she looked down at Miles, and saw a look on the alley cat’s face that she never thought she’d see. Like someone waiting for a loved one to return from a long trip, or a pet sat by the front door for their owner, he was beaming with anticipation for something beyond his control. Because at that moment, she was in control. And that was pretty damn exciting.
“So, uh, just lean back,” he started to suggest, “you can hold it if you want and-“
“Shut up.” Rachael purred. “I’ve got this.”
“O-Ohhh, okay-nnngh…” his voice melted as Rachael stroked down his chest. She’d have to remember that little weakness of his.
She took hold of his dick, realising this was the first time she had actually grasped one in her hand. It was warm, pretty damn firm, not a bad size. Yes, thought the rejuvenated kitten, this would do very nicely.
With newfound confidence, she moved her groin over his shaft, first nudging and prodding around her pussy, both of them feeling how wet she had gotten thanks to Miles’ prior efforts.
“Ahh, Rach…” his reactions were adorable to her. And it helped her feel in control. She liked having the control in this little thing they had going. Now all she had to do was move him down, and…
No, wait. That wasn’t it. Maybe a little further up.
No, then she’d gone past it.
Damnit, how was it so hard to put this thing inside herself?
“Uh, babe?” Miles quietly offered. “Need a hand?”
Okay, maybe she wasn’t completely ready to fly solo yet.
“Heh, uhh, okay.”
With an awkward shrug, she allowed Miles to give her a hand, literally, as he reached down and held his shaft steady, pointed straight up. With only her own body to ‘aim’, Rachael found it much easier going, and a moment later he was nudging between her folds at just the right angle.
“Ready?”
“Mmm.”
The fact that it was easier this time, slightly, to take his dick inside her, was not what surprised Rachael. What did surprise her, was how much more enjoyable it seemed, coupled with the sense of power and confidence that this ‘cowgirl’ position imbued her with. Once Miles had kept himself still enough for her to work her way down his shaft, she found she was quite capable of easing herself the rest of the way.
“Aaaah, oh yeah…”
A motion that she undertook with great satisfaction.
“Ohh fuck…”
Miles seemed quite comfortable himself, so Rachael wasted no time in sinking herself further down, savouring the size of his dick filling her as she started to take notice of its’ shape and girth, and work herself around it with a sense of erotic fascination, keen to see what felt best, and what made him squirm.
Soon she felt the fur on his hips tickling at her thighs, and knew she was as deep down as she could get.
“Y-You okay, babe?” Miles muttered, his hands gingerly placed on her hips as though he couldn’t think of anywhere else to put them.
Rachael smirked and peeled a bang of brilliant black hair back so she could look him in the eyes.
“Fuck yeah.” She replied with smoky desire.
She needed no hand-holding through what came next. She leaned forwards, sending her long hair cascading either side of his head effectively creating a tunnel of vision that forced him to look up at her. He seemed happy to comply. She grabbed his shoulders and started to rock her hips forwards and back, moving her pussy up and down his cock in a long, slow grind.
“A-Ahhh… yes…” She shivered.
“Ohh Rach…” Miles groaned while chewing his bottom lip.
Rachael almost chuckled playfully at how goofy he looked, but then she thought it hard to blame him, considering she too was quickly feeling her pleasure levels rocket upwards. Each time she would grind backwards, his dick would rub along her inner walls to thrust inside her in just the right way to send a jolt of excitement up her spine, and even when she pulled forwards, causing him to slide almost completely out of her again, the tight squeeze her pussy gave him meant they would almost always gasp in time with each other.
She was quick to establish a rhythm that suited her, the likes of which Miles would just have to get used to, given how prone he was at Rachael’s mercy under her hands and inside her moist sex.
“Unnngh, gawd that’s good…” he panted. It sounded like he was more than up to the challenge. He reached up to grope and tease at her breasts, managing to remember through the haze of erotic indulgence how she liked her chest felt up.
“Aaah! Y-Yes!” She meowed, a sharp chirp of joy that washed down as a steamy exhaling breath over Miles’ face. She balled up the sheets either side of his head in her hands, working her hips in a bouncing, grinding, bumping dance that built a sweat on her brow and created a fracas of bed creaking, flesh clapping, moisture rich sounds to serve as a backing track to their passion.
He was pushing deeper inside her, now that she felt able to smack her backside down to the root of his cock each time she pushed back. She would feel him twitch and throb amidst steamy groans. He even leaned up to lap and nibble on one of her nipples as he worked her chest.
Yes, this was more like it. This was closer to the kind of joyful indulgence that she’d envisioned sex to be. But there had to be more to it. And she felt so ready for more.
Seeing the need in his face, hearing the whimpers he gave around his mouthful of boob and feeling the buckling of his hips up from the bed told her that he was too.
“H-Harder.”
“Mmph?” Miles popped off her nipple and scraped his fingers down her hips, enroute to her clapping, bouncing ass. “What’s that, babe?”
Smug bastard. Did he have to make her say it?
“F-Fuck me, harder.”
That got a rise out of him alright. Not just one she could see in his face, but which she could feel in his body.
“You got it.”
“AHH!”
At least he had the ability to put his money where his mouth was.
This time when his hands squeezed her ass, she was ready for it. More than ready, she realised with a shudder through her tail, given how good it felt to be held so firmly, with such lustful need. He did as he was told, too; he was pumping firmer, putting his heart into every thrust and pulling her back down around his cock using his grip on her cheeks as leverage.
“O-Oh yeah, just like that… d-don’t stop…” Something in her had snapped, letting her let loose her inhibitions around expressing her enjoyment vocally. She shut her eyes tight, managing with relatively little effort to match Miles’ undulating hips and guiding hands with the rocking and rolling of her own body.
She maintained that fast, hard, rough rhythm from one minute to the next, aided by her years of cardio training and stretching, until on impulse, she arched her back, leant upwards and pressed both hands against his chest.
“Ah! R-Rach!”
She peeked one eye open at his moan of her name, and saw Miles panting up at her, fingers pushing and molesting her backside with even greater fervour. For a change, he looked like the one holding back on speaking out.
A devious grin swept over her cheeks. She pressed her chest between her arms, making her breasts more prominent, smacked herself down against his thighs to sit snugly with his cock shoved balls deep inside her, and stayed put right there, suddenly ceasing all motion save for giving him a long, luscious chest massage.
“Ohh, you like that, kitty?”
“A-Ah, damn…”
“What’s that?”
Payback felt almost as good as did the thrilling sexual confidence burning through her.
“Y-Yes, just don’t stop…” he hurried the words out.
“What’s the magic word~?”
She knew she was pushing his buttons now, in every sense. Her fingers tickled and smoothed through his chest fur, tracing the edges of the decent muscles that she’d trained him to cultivate herself. In reply, she could feel how violently his member was throbbing inside her, keeping her feeling as hot as her position made her feel powerful. Seeing him writhe and squirm, pleasured and desperate, even with a relatively inexperienced girl like her, was a powerful rush. One that she could get used to.
“Please!”
And he sure did look cute when he was aching to fuck.
“Good boy!”
She ‘rewarded’ him by leaning down, one hand still rubbing his pecs and keeping herself upright,  the other clutching his cheek, and kissing him deeply while starting to grind along his dick once more.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck and insatiably continued squeezing her big black butt while pumping up again and again, thrusting into her so strongly that he was managing to push somewhere even deeper still.
“MMMNH!”
Rachael didn’t know the ‘anatomy’ of that part of her body too well, but she knew what felt good, and him pushing that deep inside her sure did.
While working out her enjoyment with her tongue whipping around his, she rode him in just the right way that he’d prod at that same sweet spot deep inside her as much as possible. Before long, with a bit of his help too as soon as he realised how much she was enjoying herself, she could feel her climax fast approaching. Her first one ever that wasn’t brought on by herself alone.
She broke the kiss abruptly, but not without him chewing on her tongue on the way out with a smoky snarl.
“Oh fuck, I’m…”
“Fuck yeah!”
Miles didn’t need any more explanation than that, choosing to instead go for one final ‘sprint’, showing his personal trainer some new tricks that he could put his physique to work on. He fucked up into her so firmly his balls were smacking up against her ass, giving her chest one more squeeze and flick of his thumbs over her nipples before gripping her hips tight and rutting away.
“AH! Oh fuck! Yes yes yes right there oh gods fuck fuck fuck…”
Rachael squeaked, moaned and panted her words out so hoarsely and slurred that they were barely comprehensible, not that she cared as she took fistfuls of Miles’ chest in hand beneath and pummelled her hips up and down.
“Unnngh babe, gonna cum…”
She ‘replied’ only by carrying right on giving him the ride of his life, with one caveat, explained quite clearly and concisely:
“M-Make me cum, dork…”
He might’ve laughed amiably were he not so close to cumming himself.
Instead, he nodded, and brought his right palm down on her ass.
“AHH! OH FUCK ME!”
Miles didn’t wait for confirmation that that felt good. Her clenching cunt was proof enough. So instead, he repeated the motion with his left palm.
“NHHHF! C-CUMMING!”
Rachael threw her head up to heaven, her body clenching and mind frying in ecstasy…
“AH! Y-Yeah! Ohhhh…”
...and not a moment too soon, given how Miles too felt his load pumping out, thick and fast.
Both of the felines gasped, humped and twitched out their climaxes in their own ways; Rachael by caressing herself all over to make the very most of the high, and Miles by clenching his teeth and practically vibrating all over from the rush.

When they came down, so did Rachael, straight onto Miles’ chest, panting with chest heaving breaths that came hot and heavy against his neck.
Miles meanwhile just let his tongue pop out of his mouth as he struggled to catch his breath, looking far more like a puppy dog run ragged than an alleycat.
After a woozy puddle of time elapsed, Rachael raised her head, all split ends, sweat and sultry purrs, and nuzzled comfortably into his shoulder.
“So…”
“So…?”
They joined in another laugh, granted a weaker one than last time.
“How’s that, for some ‘explosive magical bullshit’?”
Rach mustered another laugh as her index finger skated about his chest.
“Alright alright… I’ll admit, that was… pretty great.”
“Damn… straight…”
Rachael grinned, practically feeling the smugness from Miles’ face even though she wasn’t looking at it.
“Although…”
“Hmm? What’s up?”
Before he could say another word, she herself was what was up.
“It’s a good start…” she purred, wiggling her tush down on his groin. “But now that I’m warmed up, it’s about time I gave that lizard bitch a run for her money.” She licked her lips, and pulled herself off his cock with a hiss, slowly extracting herself with great care. “Now shut up, I wanna try my mouth on you this time.”
She crawled backwards to move her face closer and closer to his slick cock, looking like a woman who’d finally found her element.
Miles certainly didn’t want to complain, but at the prospect of what Rachael seemed to have in store for him for the rest of that night, there was only one thing he could say anyway.
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