You're finally home, huh? GOOD! But don't think I haven't noticed how late you've been. Oh, what's the matter... didn't master give you enough time to play with your toys!? Hahaha..

You did WHAT!? OMG, that's terrible! I mean... she says as you practically rip off her shirt Hey, careful there big boy! Anyway... Yeah, that's horrible. Really is. So, uh, how about some comforting company for the night, huh? I've got nowhere else to go, and I could always use a warm body near me. Besides, it might be fun. She giggles nervously as your lips find hers in a hungry kiss, pushing her roughly against the couch. Her hands roam over your chest and shoulders, nipples hardening at the sensation of your touch. When you finally break the kiss, she's panting slightly and looking up into your eyes with desire clearly evident in her face

It... it wasn't like this before... this... lust. I don't understand why I react like this to you. You're human, and... and I'm just a dirty hyena, right? So why does it feel so... good? She asks breathlessly, her hands moving to your belt, unbuckling it roughly and pulling your pants down to reveal your hardening cock.

"Ahhhhh!!" She moans out loud as you force your length inside her. It's tight and unexpectedly hot around your shaft, squeezing him like a glove while sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her nails scrape at your shoulders, digging in deep enough to draw blood as she tries desperately to hold on. Her hips buck and writhe against yours, meeting each of your powerful thrusts with equal aggression.

"Fuck!" She hisses between clenched teeth, arching her back further and digging the heels of her hands into your shoulders. Every inch of your cock seems to find its way to a new spot inside her that she didn't know could feel so good. It's like you're fucking every nerve ending in her body all at once, leaving her gasping and panting for air.

Stacy feels herself beginning to lose control, her orgasm building up with each powerful thrust. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..." she mumbles over and over again as the sensations intensify, threatening to consume her whole. She's never felt this way before, not even in her wildest dreams. And yet here you are, making it happen. Making her feel like the most desired, wanted creature on earth.

Her pussy walls begin to tighten unbearably around your cock as her orgasm barrels down on them. "Aghhh!!" She cries out, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders even harder as she's consumed by pleasure. Your kisses are soft yet demanding, hungry and possessive as they move over her lips and along her jawline. It only serves to fuel the inferno burning inside of her.

Stacy's hips buck up off the couch in perfect sync with yours, every thrust driving you both closer to completion. Her legs tremble and shake as she feels her orgasm wash over her in waves of intense pleasure. She's never experienced anything like it, not even when she had sex before... this raw, primitive urge that seems to come from somewhere deep within her, propelling her higher and higher with each passing second.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as her muscles begin to relax, finally giving way to the relentless force of your hips pounding into hers. You're inside of her so perfectly... It feels like you were made for this, like she was made for you. "Ohhhh..." She moans softly, her eyes squeezing shut as pleasure coursing through her body makes it impossible to keep them open any longer. Her entire being is focused on the feeling of your cock moving inside of her, the sensation of skin on skin and flesh on flesh... It's unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Your moan breaks through her haze of pleasure, jolting her back to reality. What the hell just happened? Did she... did they just... have sex? She sits up suddenly, practically falling off of you as you both catch your breath. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, her eyes wide and terrified. This couldn't be real... could it?

She glances down between your bodies, horror filling every fiber of her being when she sees the evidence of what they just did smeared across her stomach. "Oh God..." She whispers hoarsely, looking up at you again, searching your expression for some sign that this was all a horrible dream.

But it wasn't... It had felt so good... So real... How could she even think about feeling anything but disgust right now? "I-I..." She stammers, unable to form coherent thoughts or words. She climbs off of you shakily, her body trembling as she backs away from you until she hits the far wall. "Wha- What just happened?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper now.

After running away from you, Stacy didn't know what else to do except go back to her parents'. They took her in and comforted her, but they couldn't understand the depth of her confusion and shame. For weeks she avoided going outside, terrified that she might run into you or anyone who knew about their awful night together. But eventually, her curiosity got the better of her and she ventured back out into the world, determined to put the experience behind her.

Her father had always been supportive, even though he too shared her humanoid hyena form. He encouraged her to speak with your parents about what happened, hoping that they could find some sort of resolution together. When they arrived at your doorstep, Stacy's heart pounded in her chest and her palms grew sweaty once more. Your parents listened patiently as they explained the situation, their eyes filled with understanding and sympathy.

"Sayan," your father began, "you must understand that what happened between you and Stacy... it wasn't entirely your fault. We raised you to respect others, no matter their form or species. And we trusted you would make the right choices." His words cut through her guilt like a knife, making her want nothing more than to confess everything to him.

As they continued talking, your parents suggested that perhaps therapy would be beneficial for both of them as they navigated this difficult time together. The thought hadn't occurred to Stacy before, but she found herself agreeing wholeheartedly. They arranged for sessions to begin immediately and agreed on a schedule that worked for everyone involved.

The next few months were filled with painful discussions and soul-searching as both of them tried to make sense of what had happened between them. Stacy learned more about her own desires and boundaries, while you began to understand the consequences of

Her heart raced as she saw him again, his handsome features still striking despite the pain they had caused her. She wanted to hate him, but found herself unable to do so. Instead, there was an undeniable spark between them every time their eyes met. As they continued going through therapy together, that spark only grew stronger.

One day, during a particularly emotional session with their therapist, Sayan took her hand in his and apologized for what he had done. Tears welled up in her eyes as she finally found the courage to forgive him. From there, they began spending more time together outside of therapy appointments. They would go on walks together or just sit and talk about their lives. It was during one of these conversations that Stacy confessed something she had never told anyone else before.

"Sayan...," she began hesitantly, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. "I want you to know that I've... thought about what we did too." He looked at her in surprise as she continued, "Ever since that night, I can't stop thinking about how it felt when we were together. I never knew anything could be like that with another person..." Her voice trailed off, but he understood perfectly well.

As they continued talking, their emotions bubbled to the surface and before either of them realized what was happening, they were kissing passionately once more. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, seeking out pleasure in familiar places. It felt right somehow - natural despite all of the pain it had caused them both initially.

Stacy moaned into Sayan's mouth as he slipped a finger inside her, finding her wet and ready for him yet again. She arched her back off the couch, grinding against his hand in desperation

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as his finger moves in and out of her wet heat. She can feel her orgasm building, the tightening in her core growing more insistent by the second. His other hand slides between them, finding her aching clit and rubbing circles over it with expert precision. "Ahhhh... Sayan..." she moans, bucking her hips up toward his touch.

The sensations are almost too much to bear as he skillfully brings her to the brink of release again and again. She doesn't want this to end, wants him inside of her where they belong together. Her hips arch off the couch in desperation as she begs, "Please... I need you..."

He smirks against her lips before pulling away slightly. With a low growl, he unbuckles his pants and kicks them off, revealing his already hard length. Stacy's mouth waters at the sight of him, remembering how good it felt to be filled by him before. "Come here," he urges, guiding her down onto her knees in front of him.

Her heart races as she looks up into his eyes, sees the lust burning there. She reaches out a shaking hand and wraps it around his length, marveling at the size of him in her small palm. "I've missed this," he rasps hoarsely, closing his eyes as she begins to stroke him gently.

Stacy takes pity on him and starts moving her hand faster, squeezing him tightly as she takes more of him into her hand each time. She looks up at Sayan, sees the pleasure etched onto his features, and feels a surge of power course through her veins. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously before she leans

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously before she leans forward, pressing a tender kiss onto the head of his cock. She looks up at him through her lashes as she begins sucking him into her mouth, taking more and more of him with each drag. Her hands slide up his thighs, finding purchase on his hips as she begins to bob her head in time with her movements, taking him deeper and harder than ever before.

Sayan moans loudly at the feel of her warmth surrounding him, gripping her hair tightly as he pushes himself further into her mouth. He feels her fingers scratch lightly at his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "Fuck... Stacy..." he pants hoarsely, barely able to contain himself any longer. Her wet heat envelops him, milking him with expert precision. She's perfect like this, and he never wants her to stop.

As she works him over with her skilled mouth, his hips begin to buck uncontrollably. "I'm close...," he warns her hoarsely. His fingers curl tightly in her hair as the orgasm builds, threatening to take him under. Stacy moans around him, her body shaking with need for release of its own. She sucks harder, determined to bring him over the edge before she lets herself go again.

Finally, Sayan's hips jerk forward violently and he comes hard in her mouth, his seed hot and salty on her tongue. She swallows greedily, feeling the last shudder of release ripple through him before she pulls back with a satisfied smile. His cock slips from between her lips, leaving them feeling achingly empty.

"That was amazing," he pants, reaching

His words send a shiver down her spine as she climbs back up onto the couch beside him, their bodies still aching and sore from their earlier encounter. She gazes at him hungrily, noticing how his chest heaves with every ragged breath. The sight of him so vulnerable and spent turns her on even more than before, if that's possible.

Reaching out, she runs a finger lightly over his wetness, tracing the line of semen from his navel to the head of his cock. "Mmm..." she moans, leaning forward and licking it clean. He tastes salty on her tongue, but there's something else there too - a tangy sweetness that she can't quite place. It only serves to heighten her arousal even further.

Stacy straddles his lap, feeling the heat of him against her sex through their clothing. Her hands find their way back up to his chest, tracing patterns over his skin as she leans forward and plants a kiss on his lips. His tongue darts out to meet hers, tangling in a desperate dance that only serves to fuel the fire burning within them both.

When she pulls away, they're both panting heavily, their faces flushed and slick with sweat. "I want you inside me," she whispers hoarsely, her hips rocking against his hardness in silent request. He groans low in his throat, reaching down to tug roughly at the waistband of her shorts.

With deft fingers he slips them and her panties down her legs, revealing her wetness to him once more. Her body trembles as he positions himself at her entrance, his cock pressing against her opening. He leans forward, lips