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his ass, and the oils Lore produced while he was in season slicked Shane’s crack. Shane panted as though he’d been fucking the cat forever instead of moments, and still, his body failed him. “Please,” he said, breathless, quaking. “Help me.”
    Lore’s hands flew to Shane’s pumping ass. He took control of the thrusts, shoving Shane’s body down as his hips speared up. Shane yelled out his relief. Grinding pleasure married with the hurt of the quickening slap of their bodies. The instant his cat’s claws dug into his ass cheeks, Shane’s cock tingled. He couldn’t resist the feral pleasure. Didn’t want to. Shane pulled the vines overhead, keening like a wounded animal as the cat fucked him, and Shane’s dick grew harder, longer. Needier. His balls slammed again and again into the cat’s groin. There was no way Shane could produce more semen.
    But he would come again anyway.
    The cat would make him.
    As Lore lurched up, Shane finally accepted he no longer had any say over his body. If the cat wanted him to come again, he would. “Give it to me, Precious. Come for me, and I’ll shoot you so full, you’ll never get me out.”
    Shane arched his spine and surrendered. The orgasm streaking up his dick hurt as much as it pleasured him, but a thin, weak stream spit from the tip just the same. Shane gritted his teeth around the shout that wanted to tear from his throat. His arms tensed, biceps clenching, but then the cat finally growled. One last lunge into Shane’s ass, claws like fire in his ass cheeks, and Lore’s dick sprayed. Shane shuddered at the scalding heat. Lore’s grasp tightened, making Shane take every burst of semen splashing into his guts. It warmed him from the inside out. So deliciously.
    Senses spinning out of control, Shane cried out as the vines that kept him upright snapped. Lore groaned, gathering Shane against his sweaty chest. His hips continued to rock, dick spurting into Shane. “Give me your mouth.”
    Shane tipped his head blindly toward Lore’s. His lips parted while Lore still pumped into his wrecked, quivering body.
    Their first true kiss was an intoxicating mix of fused lips, the carnal twine of tongues, and the maddening flavor of blood and semen.
    How could Shane be Lore’s victor without ever before tasting him?
    And now that he had, was there any denying what Shane was?
    Reeling with equal measures arousal and confusion, Shane opened wider and invited Lore in. Lore licked into his mouth, the rough texture of his tongue tickling as he explored. Pleasure dazzled Shane as the cat’s tongue scraped his, and what was left of his mind splintered at the drip of the cat’s cum leaking from his ass.
    Swamped by sensation, all traces of rational thought gone, Shane pressed close, fighting to accept more of the cat’s essence into his body, and sucked on Lore’s tongue. Breath? Who needed to breathe? No, what Shane really needed was—
    The cat ripped one hand free of Shane’s ass cheek, claws retracting. While Shane writhed, Lore jabbed a finger into Shane’s crack. Shane screamed into Lore’s mouth at the hot, bright pain as that rude finger wedged into his hole alongside the cat’s softening dick. When the finger slid free, a sheen of sweat flushed Shane’s skin. Lore released his kiss and lifted his hand to Shane’s mouth. “Open.”
    Oily semen glistened.
    Too depleted to fight him, Shane parted his tingling lips. Lore shoved the finger in, and Shane jerked weakly at the assault of flavor. The bitter sour of the cat’s semen coated his tongue. “Suck,” Lore demanded. So that was exactly what Shane did. He sealed his lips around that finger, and groaning at the gamy taste, he licked. And licked. Gods, had he ever been so hungry? He sucked, chasing that finger with his tongue. When Lore removed it, Shane followed that finger with his mouth until the cat halted him with a fist clenched in his hair. Again the cat dipped into Shane’s ass. He scooped cum out and