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enough to register above the white noise of throbbing cuts, bruises, and the scratches carved into his back. He shrieked in a welcome relief that scared him worst of all. Tree bark chafed his stiffening dick, which mashed into the wood with each stab of the cat’s slick cock into his hole. The smell of their sex enraptured him. His fingers scrabbled for some kind of hold, for a nook or crack in the tree bark to hang on to, but there was nothing except the wicked pleasure in his ass and the heady arousal that consumed him. The cat snarled, pumping into him faster. Pinioned, Shane moaned. His senses whirled into the chaos of the coupling. The unrelenting heat of the cat burned into his shoulders, his spine, his ass cheeks, and thighs. It felt so damn good, soft fur an explosion of sensory delight against Shane’s skin. The cat’s dick lunged inside him, his body rocking with each crude thrust.
    Shane whimpered as his balls tightened.
    Wouldn’t be long now.
    The cat fucked him, snapping hips accompanied by guttural growls that made Shane quiver anew. Claws dug into him, piercing his hips again to lock him in place, and that was all it took.
    With an abandoned wail, Shane tensed. His mind splintered. He painted the tree with his semen, dick shooting ropes of cum. His ass clamped down on the cat’s cock buried inside him, but the cat bucked, fucking him through the orgasm a second time, wringing every last drop of pleasure from Shane’s wasted body. When his senses righted and he could swim up through the fragmented insanity of his release, the cat purred against his nape. Before Shane’s moan died, the cat tore his dick from Shane’s hole and sprang away.
    Without the cat’s support, Shane collapsed at the base of the tree. He panted, shaking and sweat-soaked, too exhausted and clumsy from their sex to move. He flung out an arm because he had to. No matter how his body hummed and his messy cock tingled, he had to go.
    Because the cat hadn’t come.
    He still wasn’t done with Shane yet.
    Shane forced his gluey muscles to obey his brain’s urgent commands. He planted his palms against the craggy bark and heaved, propelling away from the site of his latest wanton disgrace. When he shifted his torso in order to crawl, his legs tangled in ragged, fraying material. Losing his precarious balance, Shane crashed to the ground with a pained groan, only then remembering his destroyed pants. He kicked free from the twisted and tattered mess, but the remnants of his clothes hung up on his boots. So he toed them off too.
    Wincing because of his sensitive dick, he mopped his sticky groin with a scrap of cloth and tossed the ruined fabric aside. Naked, he stretched, hands grasping dead leaves and skinny vines lacing the forest floor. He speared his fingers through it all to dig into the dirt and pulled himself forward. Shoving his wobbly legs under him, he crawled. When his racing heartbeat slowed, he struggled to his feet.
    He didn’t know where he was anymore or where he was headed.
    He just knew the cat wasn’t finished with him, and he had to run. He stumbled. He tripped and fell. Every time, he whined at the fresh hurt pulsing through his body at the increasingly awkward landings, but he still pulled himself up. The fastest he could move was a shambling lurch, but he hadn’t given up or given in. He kept going.
    No sign of the cat. None.
    Maybe he’d lost interest? Shane wasn’t cooperating. He wasn’t fighting the cat, no. Other than brief flares of panic, Shane had yielded to the cat’s every lust, but he wasn’t welcoming the cat to the use of his body either, despite the slap of pheromones that stirred Shane’s need to a fever pitch. Two mind-crippling orgasms hadn’t even persuaded Shane to invite the cat in. He’d surrendered his body when he’d had no other choice. But he hadn’t truly submitted.
    Cats liked a challenge. Shane was counting on that.
    Had his tenacity proved too tiresome? So many competitors