>>94696>>94830The predator eyes her prey. Awaiting the perfect time to strike as the unaware Anon peruses Kissu. As she pounces, the endorphin rush paired with extreme social anxiety makes a mental mess out of Anon's brain as he freezes up. As he lay catatonic Orin makes the first move to size him up, an adequate fit for her animal needs. Gleefully she removes her blouse, pillow mounds fall before Anon's face. The distraction moves down as he feels enveloped below, aware now of what this cat means to do. It's a sight he could only ever dream of, the softness immaculate, her technique unmatched. He thinks to stop her but his body won't allow him. The mess amassing on her creamy flesh further degrading his willpower to resist. It's useless there's no way out. Orin shakes him for all he's worth, allowing him a taste of nirvana before disappearing into the night.
Over the next weeks Anon can't get the memory out of his head. The intense pleasure, the romantic passion sparked within. It eats away at him as he wages a futile effort to recreate the magic of that night. Desperation to find Orin again, to copulate with that irreplaceable mate, washes over his mind. He cries out for her while pleasuring himself. With each failed attempt, his methods grow more extreme. More dangerous. Yet each is still merely chasing after that peak. Ultimately on one lonely night, Anon succumbs to his increasingly risky behavior. As he breathes his last he catches sight of a feline figure emerging from the closet. Realization hits too late as he passes on. The now corpse of Anon is carted away before any are aware of his fate. Now becoming fuel for the fires of Former Hell.