SMASH or PASS

Morning.

I couldn’t help but sigh as I felt something wet and warm around my cock.

"It’s too early..."

"Nya~?"

Luna paused, letting my cock slip from her lips with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lower lip to my engorged tip. Her pink eyes flicked up to my face.

"Too early? Kiddo, the sun’s been up for an hour," she purred, her voice rough with sleep and lust.

Her soft hand stroked my shaft slowly, possessively. "And you’re scheduled for the third floor today. Can’t have you going up there with a dry cock, now can we?~"

"..."

She leaned in, her breath hot against my stomach, and gave my shaft a slow, deliberate lick. "Gotta make sure my grandbabies get the best possible shot, don’t I?" She grinned, a flash of sharp canines. "Now shut up and let me get my breakfast."

"Fine..." I sighed.

Let her do whatever she wishes. It all would reflect on my payment anyway.

"Wise choice kiddo~" she crooned, her hand tightening at my base.

She didn’t waste another second. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed me again, taking me deeper than the night before. A muffled, satisfied groan vibrated around my shaft as her throat worked, her nose pressing into my pubic hair. She held me there, deep in her throat, for a long, agonizing moment before pulling back with a gasp, saliva slicking her chin.

"Fuck... you taste even better in the morning," she panted, her cheeks flushed. She repositioned herself, swinging a thick thigh over my hips to straddle me. Her pussy, already soaking wet, hovered over me. "But I need it inside. Need to feel you stretching me open again. Greedy, aren’t I?"

Without waiting for an answer, she sank down in one smooth, practiced motion, a low, guttural "Nnnnyaaaagh~..." tearing from her throat as she sheathed my excalibur completely.

"Fuck..."

I was so deep, and she was so impossibly tight, that my vision blurred for a second. Her inner walls, still sensitive from the night’s activities, clamped down in a vice-like spasm of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Sh-shit... fuck... yes..." she chanted, bracing her hands on my chest, her nails digging in slightly. She began to rock her hips, a slow, grinding roll that dragged my cock against every aching, swollen inch of her inner walls.

"Feel that, kiddo?" she gasped, her head thrown back. "Feel how fucking empty I was without you? All night... dreaming about this fucking monster..." Her movements became more urgent, her ass slapping against my thighs as she bounced. "Gonna milk you dry... use every last drop... before those little sluts upstairs get their turn..."

Her pace became punishing, a frantic rhythm driven by heat and possession. Sweat beaded on her skin, the musky scent of her arousal filling the small room.

After a while, I squeezed and held her butt firmly.

"Hnnn~ NYAHN!!~"

Her final, screaming orgasm ripped through her like a lightning strike. Luna’s body bowed backwards, her back arching painfully, as her cunt convulsed around my cock in a series of violent, milking contractions. A flood of her own release gushed around my shaft, mingling with the torrent of my hot cum that erupted deep inside her.

For a moment, she hung there, suspended on a razor’s edge of ecstasy, before collapsing forward onto my chest with a choked sob. She was trembling violently, every muscle spent. Thick ropes of white already seeped from her well-used entrance, pooling beneath us on the sheets.

"F-fuck," she slurred into my neck, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "You... you are doing very well, kiddo. Very fucking well."

She lay there for a long moment, just breathing me in, before pushing herself up with a grunt of effort. She looked down at the mess between her legs, then at my softened cock, and a slow, sated smile spread across her face.

"Breakfast is served," she purred, giving me a lazy lick up my stomach.

"..."

I nodded again, if this went on. I might really die from snu-snu.

◇◇◇

Luna was already at the small stove, frying eggs with a languid, satisfied grace.

The sheer, thin robe she’d thrown on did nothing to hide the new, heavy fullness in her lower belly or the trickle of cum still tracing a path down her inner thigh. She glanced over her shoulder, her cat ears twitching.

"Nya? something bothering you?"

"Nothing it’s just... how many people are on the third floor?"

"Oh~ So that’s what it was about Nya~ worry not! it’s just three. One is my daughter, Lana. The other two are her twin daughters, Leana and Leanne. My grandbabies." She said it with a mix of pride and profound, gut-deep weariness.

Oh, then that should be a relief.

To be honest I wasn’t sure my stamina would be able to handle it all if there were ten or twenty in there, but if it was just three then it was alright.

"...But" Luna said in a quiet voice.

"But?"

"Lana... she’s been locked in her room for three days now. The heat hit her like a hammer to the skull. Doesn’t recognize anyone anymore. Just... animal."

She slid two perfect sunny-side-up eggs onto a chipped plate next to a heel of bread and placed it in front of me, then leaned her hip against the table. Her scent... sex, sweat, and her own sweet musk was potent.

"The twins are handling it. Barely. Leanne’s the mouthy one, trying to keep up appearances. Leana’s quieter, but her heat’s worse. They’ve been... managing each other." She took a slow sip of water, her violet-pink eyes fixed on me.

’Managing each other’? Wait does that mean—

Noticing my sudden blushing, Luna chuckled.

"You’re walking into a fucking powder keg kiddo. They haven’t seen a man in eight months. They smell you on me and nearly went into frenzy. They’ve been listening through the floorboards all night."

I gulped.

From the ceiling above, there was a faint, rhythmic thump... thump... thump echoed down. Like a tail hitting a wall in agitation.

Luna’s expression didn’t change, but her tail went rigid. "See? Told you they were listening. Eat up. You’re gonna need your strength."

My face suddenly went pale.

If I went to that third floor, I’m dead.

"Is it really that bad?"

Luna let out a throaty, dark chuckle at my question, leaning over the table until her enormous breasts nearly brushed my plate.

"Really? Oh, fuck yes, really." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "This isn’t some gentle little mating dance, Noel. For catkins in deep heat, it’s survival instinct overriding everything else. Their brains are practically cooking inside their skulls with lust."

She pointed a clawed finger toward the ceiling. "That thumping? That’s Leanne. She’s trying to pretend she’s composed, but she’s probably grinding her ass against the floorboards just imagining what you’re doing to me down here."

Her expression darkened slightly, becoming more serious. "And Lana... well, Lana is the real danger nya~. When she loses herself like that, she doesn’t care about manners in the way humans do. She sees prey, and she sees a mate. To her, you’re both. If you’re not careful, she’ll try to tear your throat apart just to make sure you can’t leave~."

My face turned pale.

She reached out, her palm warm and rough as she stroked my cheek absently. "But hey, don’t let me scare you off. That’s why you’re getting paid the big gold for, right? To handle the ’difficult’ cases nya~" She gave me a wicked, hungry wink.