His eyes grow wide. He opens his mouth to protest, but her fingers touch his lips lightly. The fur that covers her body is sleek and ebony, a rare color among their kind. Then she pulls the filter out of him, turning away as he gasps and nearly falls to the ground, the pressure in his dick suddenly gone. He jumps, his heart racing in his chest, but he can’t look away from those enchanting eyes. As he hands her the bowl back, he blinks a few times. His last full thought is that it was some kind of drug, but he can’t think much past that. She pants as it passes, leaning forward over him, her long, black, silky hair- full of gold and silver beads, bones, and hollowed gems, a proclamation of her high status- brushes his heaving chest like so many butterflies. “By Monoz, fuck yes!” she cries, her back arching to her own touch.
