"W-wait! Wait."

Vee stops. The wiry muscles in his arms and chest tremble with the strain of holding back, proving his willpower is greater than his animal instincts.

"We need to establish some rules here," you say shakily. Your mind spins with the implications of what you're saying, of what you're about to do, let him do.

He cocks his head slightly, listening attentively, waiting for you to continue.

"Okay. If we're gonna do this, I need you to be gentle. Careful."

He nods. "Careful."

"Great. And if I say ‘stop,’ for any reason..."

"I stop," he says firmly. The clearest he has spoken all evening. "I stop."

For a moment, you're caught off guard by him, the earnestness in his mismatched eyes.

“Right,” you nod, confirming for him as much as yourself. “If I say stop, you stop.”

He noses at your temple, placing what you assume to be kisses there (though they might just be tiny kitten licks). He's trying his best to soothe you.

“Good boy,” he murmurs close to your ear. “Vee's a good boy.”

You relax, laughing a little. “And who told you that?”

He doesn't answer, just trails kisses and nips and kitten licks down your cheek, along your jaw, to your neck. He lingers there, inhaling deeply. You shiver, but not in fear. You let your hands drift up to his back. The fur that covers him is soft and thick and you sink your fingers in.

Vee rumbles what you assume is a good noise, because he presses his hips to yours, seeking friction. He still feels huge, but you can’t deny it feels good to have the weight of him pressing against you. He ruts his hips against yours, his cock rubbing over your cunt, and you shudder.