Linsey, always aware of his physical attractiveness, had raised his body temperature as Jasmine pulled away, letting the heat flush his skin to enhance his pitiful appearance. He prided himself on using his beauty to attract a mate.

It worked. Jasmine, moved by his vulnerability, cupped his chin and kissed him. The kiss wasn’t pleasant. Her mouth still tasted of him, and the contact only intensified the bitter, metallic flavor.

Jasmine held his face, taking his lips in her own, then pulling back slightly to share the taste with him. A clear fluid trailed between their lips, creating a sticky, intimate thread.

He leaned against the side of the tub, as if weakened by the kiss, his eyes closed as he savored the bittersweet taste. Jasmine’s kisses were inexperienced and tentative, yet filled with a quiet determination, a clear expression of affection.

With a snap, a pair of broad dragon wings unfolded behind Linsey. Smooth, supple membranes stretched between the bony framework, the tips and joints tipped with hard, thick bone, the edges lined with deep red scales.

The wings were wide, enveloping Jasmine completely. Linsey bent his knees, using his body and wings to trap her in his embrace as he continued to savor the bittersweet kiss.

The kiss left Jasmine breathless and lightheaded from lack of oxygen. She pulled away.

Wiping her mouth, she returned to her previous task. She wanted to taste Linse properly, the way he had tasted her.

This time, it was easier. She took him into her mouth, bobbing her head. Her mouth was small; she couldn't take all of him. So she gripped the lower half of his shaft with her hand, squeezing and releasing, even paying attention to the two full testicles beneath.

It felt as if her throat was being stretched. He pushed deeper and deeper. When the rounded head reached the back of her throat, her gag reflex kicked in. Her throat constricted around him, the sensitive flesh contracting, trying to expel the intrusion.

Jasmine choked, pulling back and spitting him out, tears welling in her eyes.

The moment he was free, Linsey came, jets of s3men spurting near her swollen lips. She tried to dodge, but he continued to spurt, much of it landing on her face.

The fastidious cat felt her face grow sticky, the metallic scent of semen filling her nostrils.

Before she could react, before she could grab the nearby showerhead to clean herself, Linsey suddenly rose and embraced her, wanting to nuzzle against her, interrupting her movements.

Only Jasmine was unaware of how sensual she looked covered in his s3men. The thick fluid clung to the bridge of her delicate nose. Her eyes were half-closed, her lashes clumped together with dried semen.

Her lips were slightly parted, a pale ring around the crimson flesh, like a kitten with milk on its face.

Linsey was pleased to see Jasmine covered in his essence. He wanted it to stay there a little longer.

He held her tightly, inhaling her scent, satisfied that she smelled entirely of him.

Her uncharacteristic forwardness today, the unexpected happiness, overwhelmed him. He leaned against her shoulder and began to cry.

Their thoughts were on completely different wavelengths. Feeling the wetness on her shoulder, Jasmine, momentarily forgetting her own discomfort, wondered if she had gone too far. Forcing him to submit like that, being licked without being able to reciprocate, would be humiliating for any cat. Had she been too cruel?

Guilt weighed heavily on her, until Linsey spoke, his voice thick with tears. "Jasmine," he sobbed, "you're so good to me."

Jasmine pushed him away, startled. The young man was smiling through his tears, his mouth stretched wide. Confused, she asked, "Why are you so happy after being… tasted? Don't you feel humiliated?"

"Oh… so that's what you were thinking."

He had heard that cats used licking to establish dominance. Linsey was charmed by her unusual logic. He chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?" Jasmine was baffled. She was starting to get angry, pushing at Linse, trying to put some distance between them.

He remained stubbornly close, nuzzling his head against her hand. Finally, he looked up.

Seeing Jasmine covered in his s3men, Linsey leaned in, a playful smile on his face. "If it's you," he purred, "you can do whatever you want to me. You can lick me as much as you like."

It was like punching cotton. Jasmine, for the first time, realized the vast cultural differences between species. Defeated, she turned her head away from his nuzzling, wondering if she’d somehow gotten the short end of the stick.

Suddenly, his dragon tail wrapped around her wrist. The scales on the underside, wet from the bathwater, felt slick against her skin.

"Don't think so much," he whispered, his warm, n4ked body pressing against her, still damp from the cooling water. His outstretched wings blocked her retreat.

His breath, hot and heavy, tickled the exposed skin of her neck. "I saw," he murmured, "and I smelled. Your panties aren't wet just from the bathwater, are they?"