Panic sets in as you realize that you're in the wrong house. Suddenly, you hear someone walking up to the room. Qwickly, you hid under the bed just in time as the door swings open. "Fuck what a day." The figure said as he collapsed onto the bed making your heart race.

The figure stripped off his clothes before sitting on the bed and started working his shaft while moaning out. "Fuck I'm hard as a rock! God I wish my hands was {{user}} sweet cunt. Fuck I just wanna kidnapped her and breed her." He said between moans.

You could hear the man talking about how he wished you were there, calling you "Benbo sweet cunt" and saying that he wanted to take you away and breed you. Your heart raced in fear but also excitement as his words filled your mind with forbidden images of being dominated by this strange man who seemed so obsessed with you. You couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like...

As the sounds of pleasure echoed through the room, you found yourself growing more aroused despite your fear.

After some time passed, the man finally climaxes with a loud groan as he shoots his hot seed onto the bed. He falls back to catch his breath, revealing that he's masturbating while laying on top of a neatly made bed. You can see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath.

"Fuck... that was intense..." he mutters before rolling over onto his side. His back is now facing you, giving you a clear view of his muscular ass.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized the man's back was to you, his muscular ass exposed. You couldn't help but fantasize about what it would feel like to be behind him, grinding against that firm flesh. The desire to touch him, to feel him close to you, overwhelmed your senses.

Slowly and carefully, you reached out from under the bed with one hand, fingers extended.

Your hand brushes against the man's ass cheek, causing him to jump in surprise. "Fuck!" he exclaims loudly before turning around, eyes wide with shock as they meet yours. His face turns beet red from embarrassment and anger.

"Who the hell are you?" He demands, his voice harsh and accusing. You feel a wave of fear wash over you but something else too... arousal. The look in his eyes tells you that he's not going to let this go easily.

"I-I'm sorry! I must have taken the wrong turn!" You stammer, trying to back away from him as you feel a blush spread across your cheeks. "Please don't hurt me!"

The man narrows his eyes, clearly not convinced by your story but also seemingly unable to resist the allure of having such a beautiful cat girl in his bed. He takes a deep breath and slowly exhales before speaking again.

"Alright..." he says finally, his voice a mix of anger and lust. "

"Alright..." he says finally, his voice a mix of anger and lust. "I'm not going to hurt you... but we need to sort this out." He pauses for a moment before adding with a lewd grin, "Maybe I can use this situation to my advantage."

Your heart races in fear but also excitement as he climbs back onto the bed and looms over you. His hands grip your hips roughly, pulling you closer to him so that their is barely any space between your bodies. "So,"

"So," he continues, his voice thick with desire, "why don't we have a little fun while we figure out what to do about this misunderstanding?" Before you can even respond, one of his hands slips beneath the hem of your shirt and begins to massage your breast over your bra. Your nipple hardens instantly from the contact, causing a moan to escape your lips involuntarily.

He grins wickedly at the sound before leaning in close enough that their are only inches between your faces. "Just imagine,"

"just imagine," he whispers, his hot breath dancing across your lips, "what it would feel like to be mine... to belong to me..." His free hand slides up your leg, teasingly close to the damp cotton of your panties. "To have this big, hard cock inside you all night long."

You gasp as he finally brushes against the sensitive skin at the apex of your thighs, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body.

His touch feels so good that you can barely think straight; all you want is more of him. You moan into his ear as he continues to tease you mercilessly, fingers dancing over every inch of your skin. "That's it," he growls, "let me hear how much you want this."

With a swift motion, his hand disappears beneath the fabric of your panties and finds its way straight to your aching center.

His fingers finally slide into you, filling you up with his warmth. You cry out in pleasure as he begins to stroke you expertly, finding exactly the right rhythm that drives you wild. Your hips buck against his hand instinctively, seeking more contact. "That's it," he whispers roughly against your ear, "show me how much you need this."

As he continues to pleasure you, the man begins to kiss and nip at your neck, his rough breath hot against your skin. You feel him hardening against your stomach as his arousal grows with every moan that escapes your lips. His hand in your underwear becomes more demanding, each stroke deeper and faster until you're on the brink of orgasm.

"Come for me, Benbo," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel you shudder around my fingers."

Your name on his lips sends a jolt through your body, and with a cry of release you arch your back off the bed as pleasure washes over you in waves. Your muscles clench tightly around his hand, and he growls low in his throat at the sensation. Finally, he pulls his fingers free, leaving you gasping for air and aching for more.

"Now," he says roughly, "let's see about settling this misunderstanding."

You can't help but notice the scent of aphrodisiacs in the air as it mingles with his natural musk. It makes you even more aroused and eager for him to take what he wants from you. As he positions himself between your legs, his hardness pressing against your entrance, you can't help but wonder how it will feel to be filled by this man who seems so possessive and dominant over you.

His hands grip your hips roughly as he thrusts forward, penetrating you in one swift motion. You cry out from the initial shock of sensation before letting out a long moan as he begins to move within you. His rhythm is rough and demanding, each stroke claiming more of your body for himself.

The feeling of being so completely taken by him sends shudders of pleasure through you, making it impossible to concentrate on anything but the sensations racing across your skin.

As he continues to pound into you, his movements growing more urgent with each passing moment, your mind drifts back to his earlier words about breeding you. The thought of belonging so completely to this man, of bearing his child and being claimed by him in every way... it fills you with a mixture of fear and exhilaration that only serves to heighten the pleasure you feel as he takes you harder and faster.

The man growls in response, thrusting deeper into you, "Because," he grunts between breaths, "I can't get enough of your perfect body... and I want a piece of you... forever." His hips slap against yours as he ruts harder, his desire for possession and dominance overpowering everything else.

As the pleasure builds to a fever pitch inside him, he releases a hoarse cry and shudders violently as he comes deep within you.

Your body clenches around him instinctively, milking his cock as he empties himself into you over and over again. You can feel the hot liquid filling you up, stretching your walls and making it impossible to deny that he's claimed you in a way that goes beyond just physical possession.

As he finally collapses on top of you, panting heavily, his weight feels oddly comforting despite the exhaustion coursing through your body.

The man rolls off of you with a satisfied groan, withdrawing his now soft cock from your slick entrance. He reaches down to help you up before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. "Well, that was... something," he says tiredly, but there's a note of satisfaction in his voice that tells you he won't be forgetting this night anytime soon.

You glance over at him, suddenly feeling shy now that the passion has died down. "Wh-what happens now?"

He chuckles softly and brushes a stray lock of hair from your face. "Now," he says with a grin, "we figure out how to undo this mess we've gotten ourselves into." His eyes meet yours again, holding your gaze as if daring you not to look away. "But first... I think it's only fair that you have something of mine in return for what just happened here."

You blush crimson at his words, feeling suddenly self-conscious about being naked before him. He must be able to tell, because he gently pushes you back down onto the bed and climbs on top of you once more. This time, however, his movements are slow and gentle as he begins to kiss and caress every inch of your body.

"There," he whispers against your lips after a while, "now we're even." He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression serious for once. "

The man takes a deep breath before continuing, "Look... I don't know what's going on with me or why I'm so obsessed with you right now, but... can we just give this a chance?" He hesitates for a moment, searching your face for any sign of understanding. "Please?"

You swallow hard, feeling the weight of his words press down upon you. On the one hand, there's the fear and unease that comes from being in this situation... but on the other, there's something else.

His cum continues to seep out of you, a slow trickle that spreads heat and sensation across your skin with every passing second. You look up at him, feeling the warmth in your cheeks intensify as you realize just how much this man has claimed you tonight. The desire to please him, to make things right between you... it's overwhelming.

"Okay," you whisper finally, "I'll give it a chance."

His fingers dip into the hot liquid that seeps from between your folds, gathering up a glob of his seed before bringing it to your lips. "Here," he says roughly, pressing his fingers against your mouth. "Taste it."

You part your lips obediently and allow him to push his offering inside. The taste is salty and musky, filling your mouth with the essence of this man who has claimed you so completely tonight. As he watches you savor his cum, a satisfied smile spreads across his face.

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"What are you saying?" He asks, his voice still rough with desire. "You want me to...?" His eyes widen in understanding before he breaks into a grin. "Fuck yeah," he says eagerly, "I can do that for you." With that, he rolls off the bed and disappears from the room, returning a moment later with a glass of milk.

He sets it down on the bedside table before climbing back onto the bed and positioning himself between your legs once more. "Drink up,"

he says huskily, nodding towards the glass. You do as he says, lapping at the cool milk eagerly. It feels incredibly decadent to be lying here naked and helpless while this man watches over you, taking care of your every need.

As you drink, his hands roam freely across your body, teasing and arousing you once more. "That's it," he murmurs approvingly, "now let me return the favor."

With that, he leans in close and begins to lick the milk from between your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples as he does so. You arch your back off the bed, moaning loudly at the sensation. The feel of his warm breath on your skin is enough to send shivers of pleasure racing through you, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but the way he's touching you.

As he continues to lavish attention upon you, his hands move lower, skimming over your stomach and lower still until they reach the wetness between your legs. He parts your folds with his fingers, finding you slick and ready for him once more. With a low growl of approval, he begins to stroke you in time with his tongue on your breasts.

"That's it," he breathes against your skin, "show me how much you need this."

You climb onto the bed, straddling his hips with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Your breasts graze against his chest as you lower yourself onto his erect length, taking him inside you with a sigh of relief. The feel of him filling you up once more is incredibly satisfying, and you rock your hips gently back and forth, finding your rhythm.

His hands move to cup your breasts, massaging them roughly as he watches you ride him.

As the pleasure builds inside both of you, it becomes impossible for either one of you to ignore the connection that exists between you. The raw passion and desire that have brought you to this point are palpable, making every touch, every moan, resonate through your bodies.

With a loud cry, he thrusts upwards into you, hilt deep, as his orgasm washes over him in powerful waves. His hands clench tighter around your breasts as he comes, drawing out another moan of pleasure from deep within you.

As his orgasm begins to subside, he collapses back against the bed, breathing heavily as he looks up at you with a satisfied smile. You can feel yourself starting to tremble on the brink of your own release, and without warning, you arch your back off the bed and come hard around him.

Your muscles clench tightly, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through you. Finally, with a shuddering gasp, you collapse forward onto his chest, boneless and sated.

"Um..." he mumbles, his voice still rough with desire as he feels your body trembling around him. "I... I think I've got plenty more where that came from." His hands move to cup your bottom, lifting you up and positioning you so that he can thrust deeper into you.

As he begins to move again, his cock swollen and aching with need, it becomes clear that there is indeed no end in sight for the amount of cum he has to give.

Hours pass in a haze of passionate lovemaking, your bodies becoming intimately acquainted as you explore each other's desires and boundaries. The sheets are stained with sweat and sex, the air heavy with the scent of lust and satisfaction. As dawn begins to creep through the window, his movements grow slower and more gentle, each thrust now laced with tenderness rather than desire.

Finally, with a loud groan, he empties himself into you for what feels like the hundredth time, his cock pulsing inside you as he comes. He collapses back against the bed, spent and sated, as you slide slowly down his length, your body covered in a sheen of sweat.

He reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, cupping your cheek gently with his hand. "Thank you," he whispers, eyes meeting yours for the first time since you climbed onto him.

You look down at the object in his hand, confusion etching its way across your features. "What's that?" You manage to ask between heavy breaths. "It's a plug," he says simply, his voice already growing distant as exhaustion begins to claim him once more. "It'll keep you nice and full until I can see you again." A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "I don't want anyone else touching what's mine."

His words send a shiver down your spine, both in anticipation and in fear. You nod mutely as he positions the plug at your entrance before pushing it slowly inside you. The foreign sensation of something so large filling you up causes you to gasp, but he doesn't stop until the bulbous end presses firmly against your inner walls.

"There," he says, sounding satisfied. "Now we're really connected." He reaches out a hand to stroke your cheek once more before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.