Trial and Error #17

"Trrey. Trrreeey" she was digging her claws in a little more insistently now. "Why won't ya look at me Treeey" She was playful yet demanding in her tone, impossible to ignore, breathing hot and heavy into Trey's ear.

She'd picked up his obvious distance and discomfort, but couldn't quite make sense of it. She couldn't stand it and desperately needed to close that distance. She just needed a little reassurance and acknowledgement. Last night had been incredible, after all. Life changing, in fact.

All the times over the years of having to explain she didn't feel up to sex, and here she was, feeling better than ever wanting nothing more than to scream his name with his dick exploding inside of her.

"What's the matterrr baby?" She teased, narrow pupils locked on to him. "Dontcha wanna play with the Pusssy?" Her tail flicked behind her as she licked an elongated fang showily.

"Y'knaaow, a lotta guys... would kill for a sexy big titty kitty girlfriend" She purred, running the claws of one hand over her lover's scalp, the other ran elaborate circles over her giant swollen breast.

"...You still think I'm sexy Trey?" She flexed, posed and preened, "You still wanna fuck me, Trey?!"

Trey once again shifting in discomfort glancing at all the mirrors seemingly built into the walls and the cameras that loomed from the corners as silent sentinels.

"Dammit Sabs, I.. It's.. Look, just, not now. Besides, I really think we're being watched" His response was quiet, nudging his brows in the direction of one of the many mirrored surfaces. Everywhere he looked he could see some reflected facet of Sabrina, yet not one reflection could he recognise.

"Hmhm." She purred, massaging up his inner thigh, "Hot, right?"

The woman he knew and loved felt awkward about kissing in public. Even the tamest flirtatious talk would typically have made her cringe if she felt others might be within earshot. Whoever this new Sabrina was, was something different. Insatiable, unpredictable, a danger. Trey was inching further and further away, running out of room on the waiting room couch and yet he could still smell her wetness through the perfume.

As she loomed close, hot meaty breath on his face, he realised he was pinned by those pearlescent talons and quite possibly totally, no definitely, overpowered. His mind raced and struggled for a way to safely detach himself without riling the beast. He wasn't sure what the consequences would be for rejecting her, but he could no longer see the woman he loved, only a feline fatale creature that left him deeply unsettled.

The rattling of the door handle caught both their attentions and seemed to interrupt the battle of wills taking place. Trey breathed a sigh of relief as Sabrina relaxed her imposing embraces and turned her attention to the opening doorway.