Cass thrust his body forward and the jolt of friction made LA cry out.
“Elly?” Cass immediately stopped, his bright eyes wide with worry. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m…” LA panted and smoothed his hands through his hair. “That felt really fuckin’ good.”
Cass rubbed LA’s sides, retreating a bit. “I was worried I hurt you.”
“I’m all right,” LA soothed. “I’m not broken, remember? I’d let you know if you did anything that was really gonna hurt me.”
Cass kissed LA’s forehead. “Well, we should probably stop now before we get too carried away.”
“Seriously?” LA bucked his hips forward. “Come on.”
Cass growled pleasurably. “Elly, we need to take this slow, remember?”
“Are hand jobs considered slow?”
“Uh, hmm. I’m not sure actually.”
LA pressed forward again, trying to gauge if Cass was hard too. “Are you, uh…”
“Hmm?”
“Kinda can’t tell if you’re enjoying this.”
“Oh!” Cass grinned sheepishly. “Please trust that I am. I am merely, hmm, tucked away.”
“Tucked away?” LA looked down between them, immediately intrigued.
Cass was probably blushing under his fur with how he stammered, “It’s, well, it’s perfectly normal for imps! We, we, sort of have them inside. And then they go outside. When it’s time. For things. Intimate things.”
“May I…?” LA slid a hand down Cass’s stomach and then paused.
“Yes, please.” Cass shuddered.
LA dipped his hand lower, fanning his hand over Cass’s groin. At first, he felt nothing but silky fur and firm skin. He reached a bit more and found a sleek line that felt like a scar. He traced it back and forth, trying to visualize what he was touching.
Cass gasped, shivering all over.
“Here?” LA asked quietly.
“Yes. That’s my slit.” Cass panted. “Please… Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” LA loved how responsive Cass was, as if he hadn’t been touched in ages. It was also thrilling to have such a strong beast squirming for him, and he felt powerful and sexy in a way he hadn’t before. It was immediately addictive and he kept massaging the slit, gasping as it suddenly parted.
Inside, his exploring fingers found something big, smooth, and bulbous—the head of a cock.
“There,” Cass whimpered, grabbing the counter on either side of LA to brace himself. Bubbles filled the air around them, each one glittering with gold. “Mmm, keep going, Elly. Please, please, please.”
LA stroked over the head and it extended out from the slit. It happened rapidly and LA almost instantly had a very long, very thick cock in his hand. It was a warm peachy color along theshaft, and the tip was a rich shade of brown darker than Cass’s fur.
The head wasn’t quite as defined as a human’s would be, and starting about halfway down the shaft were ridges that grew thicker toward the base. LA traced around where it emerged from the slit, but he didn’t feel anything else, like a sack or something similar. He went back to playing with Cass’s cock, sliding his fingers up and down the girthy shaft.
And then…
Itvibrated.
The ridges vibrated as Cass purred, and the buzzing was so strong that it felt like LA was squeezing a vibrator.
