Otto calls Ulyana into his office one quiet evening. They’re both tired from the day’s work, Otto needs a shower and a shave, and Ulyana hasn’t eaten yet, but he’s excited to show her his newest achievement.

“It’s a new form of anesthesia that I’ve been working on,” he explains, showing her a vial of bright pink liquid. “One that isn’t a respiratory depressant. All of the tests thus far have been very successful.”

“So now you need a test subject.” Ulyana purrs a little at the chance. She loves the experiments the crow conducts in his cool basement office, needles and knives and colored chemicals. 

“Exactly.”

Ulyana doesn’t need further convincing, slipping out of her dress and into the blue johnny Otto offers her. 

The lioness hops up onto the gurney, arm extended, and Otto slides the needle into her vein, a single drop of blood marring her golden fur. 

Otto waits a moment for the drug to take effect, and Ulyana feels her breath quicken, heat filling her body. 

“How do you feel?”

“Good. Uhm,” Ulyana pauses, taking a shivering breath, “Really good.” Her nipples stand out hard against the thin fabric of her johnny. The doctor touches a slender claw to her pulse and she jumps with a thready gasp. 

“Elevated,” he notes curiously. “You’re sure you’re feeling alright?”

Ulyana bites her lip. “Oh, yesss...” Her voice is low and breathless. Without thinking, her paw falls to her knee, unconsciously caressing the inside of her thigh. Her claws slip beneath the hem of her johnny, stroking through the soft thatch yellow fur over her pubic mound.

“Ulyana?”

She looks over, lips parted. “Yes, doctor?”

“Are you...aroused?”

The lioness gives her lips a long, slow lick. “Mmmmhm.”

Otto caresses her cheek, the black tip of one talon slicing through the navy cord holding her johnny in place. The blue fabric swishes to the ground and Ulyana shivers pleasantly. Otto smiles. 

“Good.”

He bows gently over her, his talons to either side of her fair, golden head, and kisses her long and slow. Ulyana leans up to meet him, her rough pink tongue flicking into his mouth. Their kisses are hurried and wet, hungry as ravens. There’s a faint, bright taste of copper between them, a nipped tongue and swollen lips. Their breaths are heavy and hard. 

Otto trails his clawtips down the lioness’ sternum, over her soft, plump stomach, until his palm is against the back of her paw. They press gentle claws into the candy-pink folds of her labia, Otto rubs the pad of Ulyana’s thumb against her clit and she chokes on breath. Her fur stands on end, prickled with pleasure as she rubs and ruts against their joined digits. 

“O-Otto!” she cries, already undone, trembling herself to pieces as his slender claws circle over entrance, drawing slick, wet heat over her clit in fast movements that are painfully, perfectly intense.

“Keep going,” Ulyana pleads, once she can breathe again. 

He pauses only to tuck his spectacles into his breast pocket before moving to the foot of the gurney to go down on the lioness. He hitches her soft, wide thighs over his shoulders, burying his face in her pussy like he's never tasted anything so sweet. Ulyana’s paws tighten on his head, tugging at the short, silky feathers there. 

Otto works his violet tongue against her, parting the soft, heady folds of her labia to lap at the sweet drops of her orgasm. Her clit stands out pert against his tongue and he moves over it with loving, focused circles, kissing against the hard, flushed nub. 
 
Ulyana purrs in ecstasy, a low, deep rumble that vibrates all the way down to her clit. Otto chases the hum, sucking the pink bulb from its hood onto his tongue. The lioness’ grip is almost painful on his head, and Otto wastes no time, striking her with the tip of his tongue in short, focused thrusts. It's good, so good, and Ulyana’s purrs turn to soft, pleased little mews.

Otto slides two claws inside of her, and she clenches against them, rocking his fingers against her g-spot as he wrings a second orgasm from her. She tenses and falls back against the gurney, her eyes unfocused, tongue lolling from her mouth. 

Otto pulls his claws from her, lapping her taste from his talons as she catches her breath, basking in the afterglow. Her gaze falls to the syringe on the tray, a few centimeters of rosy liquid still swirling inside. Otto follows her eyes, sees where they’ve fixated. 

“Do you want me to inject you again?” he asks, tongue darting out to clean a pearlescent smear from his cheek. 

“No,” she says, her voice honey-sweet. “I want you to inject yourself.” 

His face flushes with uncertainty, but Ulyana’s paws fall to his belt, undoing the fine black leather. He unbuttons his dress shirt, fumbling a little with his tie in his haste. Ulyana threads the belt around the crook of his arm, pulling it tight to help him find a vein. 

Otto hesitates for only a moment, pinching the needle into his vein and depressing the plunger. Warmth surges up his arm and he feels dizzy, his body filled with bubbles and static as the drug flows through him. He feels his nipples pebble against the cold air of the laboratory, and the feathers at the back of his neck stand up on end. 

His breathing quickens as heat pools in his belly. His slacks twitch around his rising cock, and Ulyana unzips them, letting his growing erection fall into her hand, sheathed in his soft gray briefs. 

“Ulyana,” he breathes, pressing himself into her hand. He’s deeply, desperately aware of the heat of her skin on him, the soft curves of golden fur that he wants to bury his face in, the sweet, slick cunt that he wants to devour. He whines as Ulyana teases his cock through the soft cotton, leaning forward into her until he’s kissing her knee, her inner thigh. 

“Please,” he says softly. “I need you...” 

He climbs atop her on the gurney and Ulyana draws his face up to hers, kissing him with a slow, building intensity that has his hips jerking against her stomach, desperate for contact. She deepens their kiss, taking his tongue into her mouth. They break apart dizzily, their breath hot. 

She grips his ass, dragging his slacks and briefs down to his knees in a crumple of silvery fabric. 

“Take me,” Ulyana pleads. “Take everything.”

Her low, sweet voice sends a needle of pleasure lancing through him. His claws fall to her knees, spreading her legs wide to kneel between them. She trembles with desire, biting her lip. Her breast heaves with a held breath. 

Otto slides into her effortlessly, she’s satin-slick around him, and so hot that he feels like he’s burning, every nerve kindling into sparks and flame. He groans low, rolling his hips slowly, relishing every inch of his heated cock slipping inside her. He pulls back, pushes in harder, and Ulyana gasps in pleasure. His tailfeathers chafe against her inner thighs as he rocks back and forth, the rough scratches making the pleasure more intense. 

The crow strokes his claws along her belly, reaching up to fondle her large, round breasts. He loves to feel their soft, pleasant weight, the way her nipples stand out rosy and pink against her yellow fur. Ulyana moans as he rubs his thumbs over them, her thighs squeezing together around her partner’s waist. 

Pleasure surges in the base of Otto’s spine and he jerks his hips faster, thrusting in and out of the lioness with a sharp snapping of his hips. He moves his claws from her breasts to her ankles, hiking her footpaws over his shoulders. Ulyana gives a little cry of surprise, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as the angle of the crow’s dick changes in her, pressing deeper, faster, better. She rubs her clit between two claws as Otto pounds in and out of her. 

The drug is screaming in his veins, throbbing in his cock, and Otto bucks into the lioness, his control slipping away. Ulyana is shivering beneath him, her legs tensed and trembling, and she gives a long, soft plea. 

“Come with me,” she begs, her voice just above a whisper. 

It’s enough. Otto slams his hips against her in three short thrusts, coming hard and fast, so intense that it’s painful. He cries out hoarsely, pulling out as his oversensitized cock screams too much, too hot, too tight.

He slides to his knees, forehead against the cool metal of the gurney as he gasps for breath, his cock aching and twitching against his thigh. The lioness’ paw falls to his head, stroking the back of his neck. 

“That was lovely,” Ulyana pants. 

Otto’s cock jumps with interest, and he whines in discomfort, his arousal near-painful in its intensity. He paws at his erection as it swells and purples with the heat, biting his tongue against the pain. His breath stutters out in a wordless plea, and the lioness sits up, her calves resting against his back. Her eyes are dark with lust. 

“Shall we go again?” she asks, her voice lilting. 

The crow nods desperately, kissing the insides of her thighs in needy devotion. 

Ulyana lets him kiss against her for a moment longer, sighing in pleasure as his hot mouth roams over her sex. She sits up, curled over his head to whisper to him. 

“Where do you want to take me?”

Otto’s talons grip his erection like it’s a living thing, hot and sensitive and twitching. 

“D-desk,” he manages between hurried kisses. 

Ulyana nods, pulling him up by the dangling tails of his tie. She leads him to his desk, the tie taut between them like she’s guiding him on a leash. She lets his tie fall against his bare chest as she lies down on her stomach, papers and staples scratching her breasts. She arches her back, tail high, giving Otto a long look at her cunt, pink and wet and glistening with their cum. 

He moans long and loud at the sight, his cock jumping to full attention against his stomach. He grabs her hips in both talons, driving forward to plunge into her. Ulyana cries out in ecstasy as his cock throbs against her g-spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. 

Otto thrusts hard and fast, panting with effort as his balls slap against Ulyana’s soft, round ass, her tail whipping his stomach as she flicks it. He’s getting dizzy, blood searing through his veins, his cock heated to agony as he hammers into Ulyana. They moan together fiercely, the desk rocking under the effort. Papers scatter, pens clatter to the floor. 

Ulyana shrieks as he grips the base of her tail, pulling her down hard against his dick. His orgasm surges through him like an electric shock, he writhes and shouts, hot cum filling the lioness to stream down her thighs. 

He pulls out, falling into his office chair in exhaustion, and Ulyana rolls onto her back, continuing to stroke her pussy, beads of cum gathered in her folds. Otto watches as she plays, his own cum staining the papers on his desk. He’ll have to clean it later, he thinks idly, and the thought of working at that desk after he’s fucked Ulyana on it sends another painful twitch to his groin. 

Otto gasps, his boots scuffing the floor as his toes curl in pleasure. His cock jerks again, it feels raw against his palm, every nerve alight. 

“Otto? Are you alright?”

The crow whimpers faintly. “Hurts.” 

Ulyana stands on shaky legs, holding onto the desk for support. She stands in front of him, crouching to kiss him, slow and sweet. “Let me,” she says.

The lioness holds onto the back of the chair, lowering herself carefully to the crow’s lap. She reaches down, guiding his cock into her slick opening, sliding down until he’s hilted inside of her. She rocks slowly, riding his dick with unhurried movements, rolling her hips in languid circles. He grips her hips hard, claws leaving bloodied points in her fur. His face is pressed between her tits, breathing in the scent of her sweat, arousal, and soft, floral perfume. 

She grinds down on him, forcing his cock against her g-spot, and he cries out into her breasts, his shoulders and hips shaking with exhaustion. 

“It’s ok,” she purrs. “You can come now.”

Otto gives a short, sharp scream, thrusting up into her. His cum drips down her honey-yellow thighs, creamy streaks painted between them as she pulls off his rapidly-softening cock. 

Ulyana stumbles dizzily back to the gurney, legs spread as she falls back onto it. Cum puddles beneath her, and she’s too exhausted to even lap her paws clean. The afterglow blankets her in warmth and tingling points of bright pleasure, lulling her into a daze. 

“Otto?” she murmurs, half awake.

It takes him a minute to catch his breath, panting and cum-stained. “Yes, schatz?” 

“We should do this again.” 

Their laughter rings out clear over the hot, musky scents of sweat and sex.