The tail thrust in rhythm with Lira's rides on Alex, stretching him wider each time. Back to Alex—Lira bounced faster now, her breasts jiggling, slapping against her chest. Her claws raked down his back, not too deep at first, just enough to draw thin red lines that stung like fire. But the pain mixed with the pleasure of her pussy clenching, turning into ecstatic torment. Each scratch sent jolts straight to his cock, making him harder, thrusting wilder. 

'Harder, scratch me more,' he begged, lost in it. Blood beaded in spots, warm and sticky, and Lira leaned down to lick it off, her tongue rough like a cat's.

Ben fucked...