No longer the delicate appendage of his youth, the tail, now covered in dark red scales like dormant lava, had grown. Its temperature and strength shifted at Linsey's will.

He looped the tip of his tail around her ankle, radiating a heat that was scalding but not burning, a small punishment. Jasmine, who subsisted on natural energy, was vulnerable to heat. Linsey, knowing this, deliberately used the high temperature to chastise her.

Completely immobilized by Linsey, Jasmine felt the scorching heat repeatedly sear the same patch of skin on her ankle. Below, on the top of her foot, the remnants of his earlier release clung in cooling, uneven clumps. The burning tension became unbearable. Tears welled as she quickly yielded, promising to obey. Only then did he gently wipe her tears and loosen his tail.

Feeling the increasing wetness within her, Linsey grasped his p3nis and aligned it with her entrance. Shifting his body upward, he nuzzled noses with her, then showered her face with soft kisses, licking away the mixture of tears and sweat. Her earlier prohibition against kissing her face was utterly ignored.

Sufficiently lubricated, the penetration was almost painless. The ridged length of him stretched her as he entered inch by inch, the shifting angle grazing a sensitive spot within her. Jasmine instinctively clenched around him. Finding the spot, Linsey paused his inward movement and began a focused assault on that precise point.

He gripped her bvttocks, holding her still. Unlike its reticent owner, the black cat’s tail twined affectionately around Linsey’s wrist. He paused to stroke the sensitive tip of her tail, then suddenly spanked her delicate flesh, sending ripples across her bottom.

Startled, Jasmine’s inner muscles contracted, squeezing him tightly. He gasped in pleasure. “Baby, you’re so tight,” he praised.

Jasmine glared at him, emerald eyes flashing. Encouraged, Linsey’s thrusts became more forceful.

Bracing himself on either side of her, careful not to crush her with his weight, he lowered his head to kiss her, the rhythm slow and deliberate. His reddish-brown hair curtained them, obscuring her view. All she could sense were his insistent kisses. His tongue entwined with hers, drawing it out in an intimate exchange.

Her inner walls, now accustomed to his presence, clung warmly to him. He withdrew completely, then thrust back in, the deep strokes pulling a portion of her sensitive flesh out, only to be cruelly drawn back in with each thrust. Her entrance stretched wider than usual.

With each entry, he unerringly found that sensitive spot, grinding his tip against it, making her think it might be pulverized.

She lost count of her climaxes, aware only of the pliable skin of her entrance stretched taut around him. Her peak’s release remained trapped, building a painful pressure in her lower abdomen.

Linsey lifted her, keeping himself buried within her, and settled her astride him. As he shifted her, the crown of his penis scraped against her innermost sensitive point, sending shivers through her and triggering another orgasm.

He held her close, his lean torso rising and falling as he thrust within her. Gravity deepened his penetration, filling her completely, her mound flush against the smooth, full weight of his testicles.

He climaxed deep inside her, jets of hot s3men hitting her inner walls. Jasmine trembled as he filled her, feeling her lower body become a vessel for him and his endless release.

The drawn-out release continued as Linsey intertwined his fingers with hers, his large hand enveloping her smaller one, pressing it against her lower abdomen. He could see the outline of his engorged tip against her flat stomach, as if she carried a dragon egg.

“You took it all, good kitty,” Linsey murmured, kissing her face, seemingly oblivious to her overflowing state.

“Mmm…” she whimpered, a kittenish sound, her struggles weak and futile against the explosive pressure building within her.

Finally spent, Linsey carried her to the bathroom, his p3nis still acting as a stopper. He sat on a small stool and spread her legs. As he withdrew, the trapped fluids erupted from her like a geyser.

Her entrance, flushed and glistening, spewed a hot, rushing stream that hit the wall and trickled down in rivulets, creating a soft, splashing sound. The force of the expulsion sent the liquid high, droplets spraying their faces. Behind her, Linsey discreetly opened his mouth, attempting to catch some.

The release, longer than urination, triggered yet another convulsive climax. Mortified, she tried to close her legs, but he held them firmly apart. He cooed and kissed her, pulling her legs wider, captivated by the sight.