Purrmiscuous and Purrvo-cat-ive

Troy was beginning to get an inkling of why Yarn had selected him for this meeting, or at least part of the reason, and he wasn't sure whether it irritated or pleased him.

He'd been shown to his bedroom shortly after Luna's disappearance, a grand and spacious quarters situated in one of the castle's spires. Rustic and bespoke wooden furnishings kept him good company, the aged mahogany of the dresser and the oak of the table a pleasing contrast to the space grey walls, which seemed to shimmer with an understated brilliance that could barely be caught by the eye. It was as if there was polished gold hiding in those walls, unmasking itself whenever he turned away.

The room consisted of a table, chairs, and a bed that was actually his size. Troy had to wonder if they had built this room specifically for humans, as while the furnishings in the castle were generally large, these were almost too big for him. Still, he wasn't about to be Goldilocks about it.

The bedroom extended out to a balcony that overlooked Caterlot from a great height, a thin metal railing the only thing separating him from a sharp floor to the roof ten floors below—he'd already decided not to peer over the edge twice, for that curiosity could soon turn to a morbid one.

Instead, Troy looked out at the labyrinthine swirling walkways of wood and stone that made up the path through the mountain, rock, stone, and planks that had been disquieting during his ascent and would likely be terrifying on the way back down. It definitely wasn't a pathway designed for humans, but cats scaled it with ease. Perhaps that was a test of his merit, in a sense? Troy had scaled the impossibly convoluted—and in places, dangerous—mountain, and as such had earned his right to an audience.

Or maybe cats were too lazy to make a more accessible path. That one seemed more likely. Looking out further, he spotted the tall, dense thickets that made up the surrounding woods. He had scarcely seen a land where trees and foliage were so populous, nature only tamed by an axe, not raked or hoed, not tilled or shaped. It was a stark contrast to the fields of England, but agricultural practice didn't run rampant for a carnivorous species.

The cats much preferred to hunt, he had discovered on his arrival, and they didn't often ranch animals. Perhaps it was a moral thing, perhaps they considered it sport, but Troy much preferred fishing. Years of sailing had made him attuned to the water, and something about chasing down defenseless prey and having to look at it as he claimed it was disconcerting to him.

He shifted his gaze, his eyes focussing on the streets of Caterlot. Cats made their ways about the walkways, small specks before his untrained eyes. They gamboled and laughed outside a tavern, walked dutifully through a marketplace, perched on benches with their eyes firmly shut, licking at their forelegs.

Had to be a pleasant life, Troy reasoned. The thought darkened as his face became hard, his lips pert and gaze narrowing on blank space. Troy wasn't here because he knew about the fish. Hell, the fish barely felt relevant at this point. Troy was here to be a piece of meat for Luna: he was almost certain that that was what Yarn had in mind now. After her behaviour at what he could only refer to as dessert, it seemed apparent.

Should Troy have been angry? He had surely been lied to by his boss, but simultaneously, he could now see that he had better tools than most to sway her, to get her to agree to the expansion. Not only that, but Troy now had an incredibly rare opportunity, the chance to court a princess.

He had given up on deceiving himself the moment he saw her; Princess Luna was stunning. A madman would likely be able to see that, yet he couldn't help but wonder whether pursuing her interest would be madder still? He knew that a single wrong move could cause irreparable damage to his company, not to mention himself, and as such was hesitant to proceed, to say the least. He felt the twinge of nervousness in his belly whenever he thought of it.

What didn't help matters was the fact that Luna appeared to be insistent on provoking a reaction from him. For Christ's sake, she was licking his lips earlier! If that hadn't stirred some lascivious thoughts, then the sky wasn't blue and cats couldn't talk.

"You're enjoying the view, I assume?" came a silky voice from behind him.

Troy turned around with a fright, grasping the banister with a clenched arm as he felt his heart rate increase. Cats could definitely talk, and there was one right in front of him. The object of his thoughts, to be precise.

"My, you look as pale as a snow leopard." Luna grinned, stalking him with a slow, deliberate gait. "Did I not say to expect me?"

"Y-yes," Troy said through his quickened breath, biting his tongue before he could mention the courtesy of not sneaking up on others. He felt much smaller than he should have as she continued to advance on him; she wasn't even on the balcony yet, but all the same he could feel his back beginning to press into the railing, hard and unmoving. "It is good to see you, princess. I trust the night has treated you well so far?"

Luna stopped where she was, rolling her dreamy eyes as she bunched up her tail. "Would you stop with the false etiquette? Quite frankly, it is irritating. Speak to me as you would any other cat."

Troy felt heat rising to his cheeks; she had determined it was an act so quickly? It was the self he chose to present in a professional setting, but still she saw right through it. He'd have to tone it down, but he couldn't let his guard drop completely. "Very well," he said, averting his eyes. "I was only trying to be respectful."

"I'm treated with respect almost wherever I tread, and I can tell when someone is putting a face on."

He met her gaze then, determined and brilliant. How could he deny her the truth? "I'm..." his tongue brushed the roof his mouth, the taste of the contraction strange as he fumbled for more words. "I'm unsure how to proceed from here. You'll have to forgive me, Your Majesty. I'm unfamiliar with the customs of royalty."

Luna's head tilted to the side as she looked him up and down, still dressed in his suit, though where he had previously felt strong and calm in it, he was now fragile and flimsy. "Did all fishermen speak with such eloquence where you were littered, or only yourself?"

"Where I was taught to speak, you received the cane if your pronunciation didn't meet the standard."

"Oh?" Luna's eyes widened as she took a seat before him, staring up as the wind tussled her fur. "A barbaric practice, I'm sure, but it seems to have had its desired effect.” She smirked, leaning over and falling onto her back, briefly kicking her legs up. "Tell me, do you think most lessons can be imparted with such a tool?"

"I..." he stared at her, almost through her, not believing his ears. "I wouldn't say I advocate the use of a cane."

"What about on someone that wants it?" Luna rolled onto her side, pressing both legs against the pristine floor and showing off the curves leading up to her small but impressively plump behind.

Troy's thoughts raced as he once again felt cold steel press against his back; he was cornered with no way to run, and every response he tried to fathom was ineffective as Luna tortured him with her eyes, staying his lips and freezing his vocal cords.

"Princess got your tongue?" she winked, stretching out her nubile body with a small mewl, sending chills up his spine.

Troy let out a laboured breath, feeling his throat tense as he struggled to respond, but still nothing came. He knew in that moment that she had him, commanded him with her body and tone in a way he could scarcely comprehend but internally adored.

"You're enjoying the view, I assume?"

Troy's lips parted as he recognised the words, realising he was staring at Luna as she delicately shifted her body. "Did you just—"

"Yes, I did," she laughed, rolling her head over her shoulders to gaze up at the sky, laying it down on the floor. "Your response was priceless, too."

Was this all a game to her? Troy moved to advance but faltered, her presence keeping him rooted in place. Still, he was beginning to regain motor function, so that was a good sign. Gallantly, he decided to test his voice again, rather than staring at her and allowing a rumble to grow in his chest. "I'm glad you feel so comfortable around me," he said, motioning to her languorous posture. It was true. Despite his discomfort, he was glad to have at least managed as much.

"So I no longer have your tongue? A pity. You're quite adorable when you're at a loss for words. That said, this makes us even."

Troy cocked an eyebrow. "It does?"

"It most certainly does, as you've already had my tongue." Luna batted her eyelids, a soft fluttering motion that pulled Troy from his fear, reminding him of his libido.

Every word that dripped from her mouth, every motion she made, it was all so tantalising, so difficult to resist. Troy could feel himself edging towards her even as she slunk backwards, kipping up to four legs and striding back inside, tail swinging to and fro like a mesmerising pendant, capturing his gaze and holding it firm.

He followed the siren call of her ass into the bedroom, his sense leaving him what with this splendacious, sensualicious and sexy kitty leading the way. How was he ever meant to say no?

She hopped up onto the bed with a single fluid motion, her body gliding through the air as she settled at the foot of it, her fur shimmering against the understated brilliance of the walls. "Tell me a story," she commanded, her eyebrows narrowing as she focused on Troy.

A story? He hesitated, his eyes slowly drifting from her figure up to the ceiling as he pondered the instruction. "I'm not sure if I have anything to tell," he said, his face twisting as he pondered his entire life. "Nothing that would interest you, at least."

Luna gave him a pointed stare. "You mean to tell me that in your life of travelling realms I can scarcely imagine, you've come across nothing worthy of regaling me with? Is the outside world really that boring?"

"...I saw the African Sahara. A land filled with creatures of all shapes and sizes, gazelles, rhinoceroses, antelope... It always struck me as fascinating, the way the animal kingdom managed to maintain a natural equilibrium. Of course, cats sat at the head of it all."

"Oh?" Luna's ear twitched, and suddenly her attention seemed to be firmly on him. "You mean to say that cats play a prominent part in your world?"

"They aren't like you and your kin, as you can probably imagine." Troy winced, trying to think of the best way to word his next sentence. "They're... bestial. They don't have your intelligence or ability to reason, nor your morality. They operate on pack instinct, their only concerns hunting, reproducing, and surviving. They're fierce and strong, and that's why they sit at the top of the animal kingdom."

"Aren't those the core values of any society?" Luna asked, her eyes trailing down Troy as she spoke. "To live, to reproduce..." Eventually, her eyes settled on his waist. "To hunt. It sounds to me as if these cats are deserving of their position."

Troy didn't have the heart to explain to Luna that human society was considered to be an order of magnitude above that of the cats he had known, so he refrained. "Your society is like that of my home, the cultural and technological progressions are rather similar."

"I've heard tell of such things from my sister," Luna nodded, flicking her head to the side. "But that bores me greatly. Tell me of a time you have hunted something, human."

"I'm afraid I could only recount foxes and rabbits, unless you count fish. I was never a hunter."

"So you don't know the invigorating rush that comes with stalking your prey, lulling them into a false sense of security?" Luna raised to her paws, tapping the bed with a quick series of patters and inviting him to come sit with her. "You've never had to wait for the opportune moment to strike?"

As much as he worried for how well he'd be able to control himself under any more temptation from the beautiful princess, he wasn't about to ignore her cues. He sat, keeping a respectable distance from her as he perched himself on the end of the bed. "I can't say I have, no. It's enjoyable, I assume?"

For the first time, a hint of genuine emotion seemed to be betrayed as Luna scoffed, flashing sharp teeth. "I wouldn't know. I've been so caught up with my role in recent years that I barely remember the last time I actually caught something with my own teeth and claws. It can become quite tiresome, being forced to neglect your instincts."

Troy didn't consider whether or not to ask, just allowed the question to form naturally. "How long has it been?"

"Since I last bagged a prize, caught my own food? A good four years, at least. Even then, the prize was paltry. The castle staff left a stag in the gardens, a dumb creature that can only boast a fast pace. I quickly dispatched of it, I didn't even have to resort to magic or flight."

"You're upset that you made such easy work of it?" Troy asked, feeling as if he was understanding Luna better with each passing second. It was strange, feeling as if you could know someone so easily, even if you had barely laid eyes on them a few hours ago.

"No," Luna replied, much to Troy's surprise. "I already know my abilities. I'm not disheartened by the stag being such a simple kill, as it should have been. What irritates me is the artifice of the hunting ground. There was no way that stag could escape, it had no chance at victory. Even with its speed, it was only a matter of time until I caught it."

"You think the stag was left there specifically for you?" Troy put to her, softly chewing his lip.

"It must have been, and by my sister no less, or she would have snagged it." Luna's face fell momentarily, and with it, her guard. "It's a... kind gesture, as loathe as I am to admit it, but it only serves to frustrate me more." When she looked back up to Troy, there was passion in the shining teal of her eyes. "I want excitement! I want a challenge! I want a conquest that has a chance to escape, that can fight back, that doesn't have every odd against it... do you understand me?"

Finally, Troy felt as if he really did. Even the belying meaning that he wasn't sure Luna had wished to impart, and armed with that knowledge, he might be able to turn this to his favour. "The victory feels hollow unless you've actually had to make an effort. If the game is rigged, it isn't a game at all."

"Precisely." Luna nodded, a small smile on her lips, her whiskers twitching. "You know, I took you for an imbecile that hid behind gilded words at first glance."

"And now?" Troy pressed, hopeful.

"And now what?" Luna laughed, tapping her tail against his side. When had she gotten that close? "This is only my second glance, but I'd like to think that there is a little more to you than I originally imagined. You aren't just a human in a nice body that knows how to jump through hoops, are you? You have depth and uniqueness to you, and that's why you draw my gaze."

"I don't consider myself to be special," Troy admitted, knowing it was the truth.

"Perhaps not, but self-perception can often be misleading. Think of the personas we exude: you are fisherman by day, but dress you in a suit and put you in front of royalty? You have become a completely different person. Tell me, do you think this cat knows how to let her hair down?" Looking to her wavy locks, she giggled. "Well, figuratively."

"I think it's been a long time since she's had a chance." Troy smiled, reaching out a hand and halting it in midair, realising what he was about to do and feeling the warning signals beginning to shoot through his brain.

Luna leaned forwards, nuzzling his hand with the side of her head, her ear flicking against it as he felt her soft and luxurious fur for the second time. "Hello, Troy."

He had to stifle a small gasp as she continued to rub herself against him; her body was so silky and smooth. He wanted to run his fingers along her, to feel every part of her, to bathe in the sensation and allow the wonder of meeting bodies to cleanse his worry and fatigue, bringing him serenity and balance. His hand tensed as she continued to push into it, considering his next action and how badly he could fuck things up with one wrong move, but Luna withdrew her head before he got a chance.

"Something's on your mind," she said with a tap of her tail against the sheets and the sound of her claws being unsheathed against the mattress. "Spit it out."

Troy still had no clue what he was doing, how he'd even arrived at this moment. "I want to..." he looked at his hand again, flexing it, opening and closing his fist as he considered the question. Would it really cause so much harm? "I'd like to stroke you."

"Stroke me?" Luna repeated, apparently bemused by this notion. "You wish to run your hands over my fur?"

Troy only nodded, slowly advancing a single hand as Luna sat on her haunches by him, her eyes burning into his as he positioned himself. He sat on the precipice of contact for a short eternity, wanting to dive in but unsure how he could proceed. When Luna started shifting in place, he decided that there was no use in delaying further, pressing his hand forward and meeting her fur, his fingers slowly brushing their way through its thickness and all the way down to the base.

He pressed down, feeling the subtle curves of her body as he ran his hand along her back and down to her side, feeling a small rumble against his palm as he drew back for a repetition, this time taking it slower as he became used to the foreign feeling.

Luna was purring, but not like any cat he had ever stroked. The buzzing of her chest, her entire body was intense to the point that it tickled the tips of his fingers as he drew his way back up, careful not to push her fur backwards. He arrived at her banded mane, touching the eldritch glow and feeling its splendour, its smoothness. She was resplendent with her regal poise once, but was slowly being reduced to a playful, mowling purrball with each touch of her fur, each tickle behind her ears.

Her whole body seemed to bounce with excitement as he incorporated a second hand, she swayed from side to side with her eyes firmly closed, basking in the attention and allowing her craving for affection to be satisfied. Troy loved the feeling, but her body wasn't that of a usual cat. She was only slightly larger, but like Lyra and Rainbow, she was more slender, more voluptuous and well-defined... She was so light, too, so small. He could only imagine what it would be like to grab her, to put her in his arms, to hold her down and take control of her.

Troy tapped his fingers against her spine as he considered the ludicrousness of it all. To think that he had been worried by something so small, so innocuous. It was clear that Luna only wished for companionship, that her supposed ploys were only a bit of fun, and that she really was content to just sit there and be doted on, happily purring away.

Troy looked back to her, only to find that she was gone, a soft black pillow in her place that only resembled her from the corner of his eye. His breath catching, he wheeled around on the bed only to have a dark shape tackle him, causing him to fall backwards, his fall cushioned by the springs of a plush mattress. "Try not to take your eyes off me." Luna warned him, raising her tail and sending it down like a whip onto his trouser leg as she softly paced up and down his torso.

Troy could feel her paws pressing against his chest and abdomen, soft but powerful and weighty, but it was no shock that her form didn't betray her true weight. She walked up to his neck, softly pressing her nose against his chin before descending, her whiskers ever-so-briefly brushing against his stubble. He could feel her paddy pawing against his abdomen, a soft massaging motion as she tested the rigidity of his muscles. Craning his neck to look down at her, he saw that her tail had been lifted to the side, and between her hind legs was a dark, sweet vulva, her slit looking barely big enough for his tongue, let alone his cock.

Troy had to wonder if he could make it fit anyway. Luna was full of surprises, and she did seem to manage to fit a lot in her mouth at once, if the ice cream was any indication. Maybe this would be the same matter? Here's hoping.

She was obviously showing him on purpose, she must have been. She was displaying every feminine behaviour he knew, and a few that he really didn't. He could feel the bulge in his trousers beginning to stir as she trailed her way down, eventually curling up in a ball at the base of his stomach, looking back up at him. "This is comfy. Beds become boring after a while."

"What do you want from me?" Troy said, unable to bite his tongue any longer what with the hormones rushing through him.

"For now? Something of interest. Later? Well... I think I outlined my desire for a challenge pretty clearly."

"That would mean that you viewed me as a conquest," Troy replied, his quickened breath betraying the excitement in his otherwise level tone.

"Would it? I think you may be inferring a little too much, but you might be right." Her eyes narrowing, Luna focused on Troy's face. "And what do you want from me? Your visit isn't a courtesy call, after all. I'm not blind to the desires of my subjects."

"I want you to allow my company further past the barrier so they can catch more of the rare haddock." Troy hadn't thought as he said it. He knew he was compromising the plan by being so frank, but in the heat of the moment, it felt like the best way to move forwards.

"You want that?" Luna replied, an eyebrow slanted. "I very much doubt that you're making any executive decisions in the company you work for, so let's rephrase. Your employer wants that, and that is why you're here. Why else would a foreigner come to a monarch bearing gifts? You have no patriotism about you, this country is new to you, as am I."

"This country is new to me, yes, but it fascinates me. I wish to travel, to take in all of the sights, to learn what I can of this strange and exciting world. The people are strange and wonderful, the scenery is beautiful, the history is rich..."

"What do you know of our history?"

Troy shifted at this question, and he was sure that Luna could feel the way his muscles tensed as she laid atop him. He'd been laying it on a little thick just then, and may have walked into a trap. He had to somehow pull this off without sounding disingenuous. "I know that you and Princess Celestia have ruled this country for over two hundred years," he offered, but she barely seemed to shift at this revelation.

"Is that all you know?" she said, her brow furrowing.

"I know that you were granted your royal kinship for leading your people through a terrible time, that you established modern Felisia together, that you helped lead your people to prosperity and taught them the values of Bastet, sharing Her fierce protection and wish to preserve order and happiness."

Slowly, gradually, Luna's face relaxed into a smile. "You are correct in most things. You'll hear no better account from anyone that wasn't there, so I'll tell you myself. As bastari, me and my sister answered the summon to battle many years ago, a battle that reshaped our world. Do you know anything of Apophis?"

Troy shook his head. "I'm afraid not. I haven't come across that term."

"Not a term, a name. Perhaps you'd better recognise 'Apep'?"

Instantly, Troy nodded. Apep was the God of Disorder, a controller of chaos and evil that resembled a snake. "Bastet was said to have decapitated Apep, at least from what I've heard."

Luna shifted in place, leaning her head forwards and resting it against his belly. "Some snakes cannot be killed so easily, as we came to learn. There are islands to the east and north that we used to have contact with, trade routes even, but now they are tainted by His presence. He corrupted the denizens of the shifting lands to the northeast, twisting the chimeras into doing his bidding. They were powerful magicians, bolstered by Apophis' magic, and through their actions claimed the lives of many."

"And you stopped these creatures?" Troy asked, a hint of wonder in his eyes at the thought alone.

"Through bloody warfare and the implementation of many sacred rituals, we were able to purge the evil influence from the minds of the chimeras, who instantly desisted in their warmongering, returning to peace and neutrality. Our people were not unified then as they are now, and the last king-protector was slain in the early stages of the conflict. Celestia and I were forced to take charge, and it was us that ultimately won the battle alongside our companions. For this, we were chosen as Bastet's champions."

"Apophis was destroyed?"

Luna's tail twitched. "Defeated, yes, but not destroyed. You must understand that gods are not so easily slain by mortals, even those imbued with a portion of their god's powers."

Luna's words stuck Troy a few seconds after she had uttered them, but in such a calm state, they were in no rush to respond to one another. She was quite literally the agent of a god. The fact that she could have been ten times his age, yet barely looked to be an adult amongst her kind was as surreal as it was enticing... "You really are quite incredible."

Troy could feel her purr of satisfaction as her paws travelled down to his thigh, softly kneading at him with her claws sheathed as he struggled not to let loose a groan, the godly feeling of her touch bringing him back into the moment. He was past wondering whether their fuck would be unnatural or taboo, he had seen enough of her delicious body to want her, and he wasn't going to complain if things progressed. In fact, he wanted them to.

Luna's paws shifted up and down his legs in a delicate and teasing fashion, circling his groin but never even stroking his stiffening length, though he swore he could almost feel her eyes trained on it even as she faced away from him. He wanted to see her take it in her little mouth, to push her head down and let her choke on it, but he was still reluctant to take control of the situation, no matter how desperate he was beginning to feel from her ministrations.

Luna's paw lightly brushed against the bulge in his trousers, and it was as if a primal urge in him was being awakened and dragged from his core; he stiffened at the touch, not just his cock but his entire body as he pushed back a groan, not wanting to look weak before her. He could withstand her wiles if he focused hard enough.

Luna seemed up for the challenge. Her tail brushing across his chest, she leaned forwards and began to slowly and sensually rub her cheek against his cock, her fur so soft that he could almost feel it through the fabric, though he could definitely feel the vibrations of her hums... His hands tensed as he scrunched his eyes shut, and he had to resist the temptation to grab her by the tail, to spread her hind legs and expose her dark berry pussy, to pin her down and siphon a taste of its nectar.

How he'd love to have his lips pressed against her feline pussy, to softly make out with it and part her lips, to push his tongue inside of her—he only regretted that she was too small to reach his cock at the same time.

Troy could feel the familiar surge of magic as Luna pulled away his belt, unbuttoning his trousers. Neither of them spoke, almost as if there was nothing to say, nothing to do but indulge in the moment that they both knew had been coming since their first meeting. Luna yanked down his trousers until they clung to his thighs, softly pushing her paws under the band of his briefs and pulling, exposing his hardened shaft inch by inch.

Troy had to wonder just what she'd be able to do with his package, considering her size. That said, nothing would surprise him from her. His cock bounced out of his underwear as it was finally yanked out of the way, tapping against the luxurious fur of Luna's cheek as she used two dexterous paws to suspend it in place, studying its shape and texture with experimental strokes, sending a veritable fire through Troy's body.

God, she was good at that. Almost too good at it. Two hundred years must have given her a lot of practice with those paws, huh? Images of the princess pleasing herself flashed through Troy's mind, and he had to contain his excitement as he diverted his attention to the prize still in reach, Luna's slick folds. Her glowing tail was almost like a beacon attracting his eyes, and it led all the way so her tight little pussy and the smallest asshole Troy had ever seen.

He considered how he'd go about returning the favour even as Luna became more confident in her motions, two paws on either side of his shaft but not nearly enough to wrap around his girth, small pumps of his length sending tingles up and down his body, causing his toes to curl from sheer sensation.

He was going to flip her over and fuck her into a coma if she kept this up.

Her tongue finally met his shaft, softly trailing up his length and wrapping around his head, swirling and flicking over his sensitive flesh as he resisted the urge to buck his hips. Reaching out with a single thumb, he began to brush against Luna's sticky folds, finding them to be just as inviting and lavish to the touch as the rest of her body. His touch evoked a trill from her belly, and he could feel the buzz of her purr from her pussy all the way to her tongue, which softly bathed his cock in licks and kisses.

He worked himself into a light rhythm, rubbing up and down as he parted her slit, his eyes widening as he saw just how minute her little hole was, just how difficult it looked to push into, just how rewarding his entry would be. With a grin and a grunt of enthusiasm, he worked his way up down to her clit, softly flicking against it as he stirred his hips, loving the way she laid over him as she licked and lapped at his aching length.

Every touch was like static electricity coursing through his body, no woman where he came from had ever been capable of getting him so hot. Maybe it was the novelty of the situation, or maybe it was the skill with which Luna worked his cock with nothing but paws and tongue as she continued to dance around his shaft, her lips pulling back as she dragged them up it before placing her mouth over his head, the inside like a layer of nirvana amidst the tantalising, teasing and torturous buildup that had led to this moment, his anticipation rewarded by the light tap of her tongue against his head as she kept him in her mouth, suckling sweetly at his seeping precum.

He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He increased his pace, rubbing against her with vigour and passion, determined to get her off first. He could hear her panting and moaning over his cock as she remained rooted in place, and what with the feeling, the overwhelming desire to fuck, the need to fill something, he couldn't hold back any longer.

He pushed upwards, feeling his cock slide into the back of her throat as she struggled to take his thickness, her mouth full and bulging as he slowly slid his way inside, feeling his tip begin to press against the back of her throat before he'd had a chance to bottom out. Even with only two thirds of his cock inside of her, the feeling was immensely pleasurable, and Troy had to take a moment to adjust to the kitty mouth that so clearly wanted to milk him dry.

He didn't have a chance, because Luna chose that moment to do something mind blowing. Somehow, through some divine power, she pushed forwards, managing to take the rest of him inside her until he could feel his tip being completely swallowed, her lips at the base of his cock and her tongue leaving silky impressions against his shaft.

Troy was panting and writhing now, rubbing her clit faster as she drew back before swallowing his cock again, her head lightly bobbing as she focused on his aching tip, her tongue attempting to coax the cum from him as he ground his thumb into her needy nub, each rub another moan or purr that he felt through his entire length.

Speaking of which, that feeling was starting to get more intense. It had been a small, inconsequential thing at first, similar to the feeling of a woman moaning on his cock, even if that woman had the tightest throat he could imagine, but now it was something else entirely, an all-encompassing buzz coursing through his nerves and igniting his cock as he let loose a long, husky moan... She was close, for how she was purring and kicking her hind leg against his stomach, she had to be.

Troy lightly pinched against her clit before rubbing down her slit with two fingers, parting her lips and pushing them only a quarter of the way inside. Her walls were so snug, so small that they squeezed him into stagnation, but still he pushed through the barrier and filled her with two fingers alone, twisting his hand so his thumb could continue to play with her nub as he worked his way in and out of her, the combined magnificence of her perfect little twat and her giving mouth almost enough for him to lose control as he pushed further and further, deeper and deeper inside her, craving her release...

He won the battle. With a carnal moan and a light jut of her body, Luna tensed around his fingers and he pulled out just in time for her to begin to spray small spurts of her juices all over his shirt, each shot another moment of bliss for her as small secretions seeped down onto her belly, mottling her fur as she cried out in pleasure. Her whole body was heaving, and the intensity of her purrjob only increased as she forced him to fuck her mouth, each thrust into her another jet of cum over his chest as he felt his own orgasm beginning to rise—he was ready to fucking explode.

Luna continued to cum in neat little strings as she pulled her way up and down his cock, whispering miracles with her bouncing and gyrating tongue even as she shook her ass, a feast for Troy's eyes as the mess she produced started to go everywhere, no longer small sprays but thick droplets falling onto his arms, the sheets, even his face as she rode it out, raising her body and going at him like a pornstar, building the intensity of his imminent cumshot with every movement until finally she pulled away, jerking his cock with her wet paws as she tapped his tip against her outstretched tongue...

Troy couldn't take it anymore. With a sharp inhale and a grit of teeth, he panted his way through the moments leading up to his reward, the thing he had wanted so, needed so. He coated Luna in his cum, shooting his thick creamy load over her face and chest as she laid there like a demure little bitch, taking all of it. She continued to wank him as he shot blast after blast of his essence onto her, covering her tongue, cheeks, and even glazing a perked up ear.

As he slowly returned to earth, his moment of serendipity beginning to fade, Luna lapped up what remained of his juices before tending to her own face, not using magic once as she felt out where his pearly seed had landed amongst her fur and then brought it to her lips to taste, cleaning herself like any cat would. Curious, Troy brought a small measure of her juices to his lips, giving it a taste. It really was like berries. He'd have to get a better sample soon.

"You were too easy," Luna tutted, hopping off of him and brushing her head against his side. "Next time, make me work for it a little."

"Next time?"

Luna simply offered him a smirk before vanishing, leaving him still covered in her cum and a little of his, his shirt all but ruined.

Troy should have been confused. He should have been worrying about the ramifications of this occurrence, thinking about his task, wondering what Luna's motives truly were, and how he could turn that to his advantage, but he wasn't.

Instead, he was recovering from the best blowjob of his life, and the unabashed smile on his face made it quite clear that he was content to be doing so. He could figure all the rest out tomorrow, but for now, he was completely and utterly spent, every last drop of him.