The moon had long since crossed its peak.
Lena lay on her back, chest heaving, hair a wrecked halo around her head, every muscle trembling with the aftershocks of too many orgasms to count.
Sweat glistened on her golden skin, her leopard-spotted breasts rising and falling rapidly, nipples still tight and dark from Kurt's mouth. Her tail twitched weakly against the ruined sheets.
Kurt hovered over her, not tired, not slowing, not even close to finished.
She pressed both palms flat against his chest, fingers splayed, trying to push him back even though her hips were still rolling up to meet him on instinct.
"Okay," she gasped, voice wrecked and hoarse. "Okay. I need—just—one second—"
Kurt pulled back just enough to let her breathe, but he didn't pull out. His thick cock stayed buried deep inside her, pulsing with every heartbeat, keeping her stretched and full.
