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Charlotte licked and nuzzled at the hot, hard male organ laying against her face. It throbbed in her paw and against her soft, furry cheek, the rodent’s sex-scent overwhelming, his lust for her feline body oozing from its tip and dripping in sticky beads into her fair hair.

“That’s it, kitten,” he rumbled, fangs bared, his grin on her, “groom.”

She drew her rough, textured tongue along its salty warmth and held his gloating eyes. Pleasure ebbed through his face and she licked at him as though grooming a lover - slow, affectionate.

His next breath hesitated and enjoyment flushed his face – a momentary lapse in his gruff exterior.

She smiled around her lapping tongue – he was big, huge even, but he was sensitive. The organ she was loving felt delicate and vulnerable in her paw and under her tongue.

The rat gave a low rumble and restored his bravado with a grin. “Worship it, Cat.”

Charlotte gave a little, “Mmm,” and nuzzled his dick, her whiskers brushing it. She’d already debased herself as a predator and a feline beyond any shred of dignity – why stop now, especially when she was already wet under her dress?

He fought back a groan, and she could see it in him – he’d feel such pleasure with her, and be far more vulnerable than this with it plunged deep in her, cumming, shooting rat seed from the heavy balls against her arm into her probably-fertile belly.

She licked more beads of sour, salty pre from him and batted her eyes up at his. She’d made her choice the moment she dropped to her knees before this rat’s erect lions, and sealed her fate the second her tongue touched him. When he grew impatient and reached for her, tore the clothes from her body, and dragged her to a room...

She already knew she would let it happen, stumble after him wet and panting, and not dare to resist.

*****

(I *had* to leave that goddamn rat behind his left foot. It cracked me up when the AI generated that out of some smudges, and I absolutely in-painted everything else around it to keep it there).