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Charlotte let her tongue hang just short of the rat’s leaking dick, her fangs – a predator’s fangs – bared, her hot breath huffing over the loins of low-born prey. His heat radiated against her pink nose, full and taught with lust at having her like this.

If she was the high-born here, the predator, then why was she the one on her bare knees and paws on a hard stone floor?

The rat grinned down at her and ruffled her hair, condescending, humiliating. But it still felt good, and she fought the purr that tried to form in her throat.

Excitement and fear pounded through her. It had started with the very un-lady-like act of leaving her underwear in the drawer this morning, and selecting a particularity short dress for her meeting with him. Walking thorough the town and near-flashing the street whenever there was a gust of wind had felt sexy, rebellious, and exciting.

Now, the consequences heated her cheeks as she hesitated before the rat’s loins, the jewels of her family line bared to the seedy tavern back-room behind her. Someone could come through the door at any moment and catch her like this – in the most compromising position a noble-born feline girl could ever find herself.

Her upbringing, the weight of expectation on her, her father’s paranoid protection of her – they all jarred so deeply with where she knelt, what was against her nose, and how deep her submission to this unworthy, unclean, older rodent was.

Submission: the act stoked fire in her, and she knew anyone coming through the door behind her would see her soaking, bare sex dripping in a shameless display of female desire for the rat loins against her face.

It felt inevitable as she huffed breath against him. Like this was already going to happen, that she couldn’t prevent it now. She would overcome this hesitation in the next few moments, lick his loins, and give-in to the fire burning under her dress. She’d copulate with this rat, tryst with prey in a filthy inn bed, and put her noble linage at such terrible risk, all in the name of selfish desire.

She breathed out one last time, caught his gloating eyes above, leaned forward, and kissed her tongue to his throbbing cock.