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cock!
    A real one, too. Nicely
though this toy filled her, the absence of added warmth from a
hard, male body kept her from tumbling over the edge into bliss
more easily. Calla had to admit she hadn’t experienced such a
gratifying sexual romp since…
    Since…
    Slowly her grinding motion
halted, and her hung low, chin nearly touching her
breastbone.
    Caleb.
    Damn him.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    When Calla stopped
grinding against her mattress and drooped from presumed exhaustion,
Caleb figured the peak had passed…or perhaps eluded her. She didn’t
appear satisfied, not that it surprised him. Surely even a romp with the disagreeable Maya seemed preferable to a
solo flight with silicone. Caleb would liked to have offered Calla
some relief and a better chance at release, but knew if she caught
him spying on her that he greatly risked any chance at
reconciliation.
    Eventually a lamp switched
off and her room faded into darkness. The panther stretched his
front paws before him and let out a quiet sigh, mentally willing
away his arousal. It wouldn’t do to trot home with an aching feline
erection bobbing between his hind legs, much less try to descend
from the tree without making noise.
    Satisfied he’d heard and
seen enough of Calla for one night, he leaped from the branch and
landed gracefully in the sand several feet from her brick wall.
Time to head home to bed, he decided, yet the grand leap into a
swift run he’d hoped to achieve barely sent him inches from his
starting point. The show Calla had unwittingly put on for him left
him more aroused than he realized.
    With a loud grunt, he
skulked back to the wall and curled down onto the sand, feeling the
cool of the brick against his long, lean back. His sharpened feline
vision detected no other beings—human or were—roaming along the
surf, so he quietly shifted back into human form. Naked and knees
raised, he looked down at the lengthened and erect organ bobbing
against his abdomen.
    Caleb closed his eyes,
imagining for a moment his beloved Teresa with her long, dark hair
and brown nipples like the sweetest chocolate, straddled across his
hips to take in his full length. Though he missed her daily, the
pain of her absence managed to fade over time. Those aware of the
various were-species in existence might assume Caleb and others
like him possessed a stronger genetic makeup, yet shifters also
suffered the same risk of illness as humans. Some, like Caleb,
benefitted from a predisposition toward a sound immune system, but
others like Teresa proved easily vulnerable. She didn’t live a year
following her diagnosis, and no amount of were-panther power could
stop death.
    Caleb’s fingers drifted
down to his sac to massage away the ache, then curled around the
base of his cock and slowly ascended to the crown. Up and down he
stroked in gentle rhythm with a dry hand, which seemed to enhance
his irritation. Since Teresa, he hadn’t known the pleasure of
making love with another woman, and despite constant thoughts of
his late wife he found the time played tricks on his memory. As he
sat just outside of Calla’s home, tugging his cock toward release,
he pinched his face in a poor attempt to call up a clearer vision
of Teresa riding him.
    This
isn’t working. He should just shift back,
tear home as fast as possible, and jump into a cold shower. Let
Aunt Sheila yell at him for tracking sandy paws through the house,
so long as she had a bag from Nunzio’s waiting for him on the
kitchen counter.
    He made to lean forward to
better shift into a running position, but Teresa’s lovely visage
faded away entirely, replaced by the memory of Maya and Calla
kissing. The sight had aroused him earlier, perhaps it could help
finish. Caleb sighed at the thought. Typically the girl-on-girl
thing did little to stimulate him, but as the vision intensified
then altered to suit his desires he leaned back against the brick
and stroked his cock with renewed vigor.
    This time, he pictured
Calla