The steam from the nearby pools hung thick in the air as Mira stood before Jason, her wet fur slicked back against her lithe, athletic frame. She made no move to cover herself, no gesture of modesty or shame. Instead, she stretched languidly, arching her back in a way that pushed her breasts forward, the nipples already hardening in the cool air of the bathing chamber.

"You know," she said, her voice carrying that signature nonchalance.

"... these crawls really take it out of you. All that adrenaline, all that tension..." She ran her fingers through her damp hair, letting the motion draw his eyes down the curve of her body.

"It builds up, you know? Needs somewhere to go."

Jason stood frozen in the pool, the water lapping at his waist. His cock had already begun to stir beneath the surface, betraying his attempt at composure. "Mira, you should go. Ylva—"

"Ylva’s not here," Mira interrupted, a lazy smile playing on her lips. She turned slowly, presenting him with the full view of her back, the curve of her spine dipping into the swell of her ass cheeks. She glanced over her shoulder, amber eyes gleaming. "And I don’t see anyone else around, do you?"

She made a show of washing herself, running her hands over her body with deliberate slowness. Her fingers traced the line of her collarbone, down between her breasts, over her stomach. She cupped her own tits, squeezing them gently as if checking their weight, letting Jason watch every movement.

"Mmm, the water feels amazing," she purred, bending forward at the waist, her ass presenting itself to him like an offering. "You should stay. Relax a little."

Jason’s throat went dry. "I should get dressed."

He moved toward the edge of the pool, his body rising from the water. The cascading droplets revealed him inch by inch—the defined muscles of his torso, the narrow line of dark hair trailing down his abdomen, and then the unmistakable bulk of his cock, fully erect and jutting out from his body like a weapon.

Mira’s eyes went wide. Her nonchalant demeanor cracked for just a moment as she stared at the massive member. "That cannot be real..."

Before Jason could react, she was moving, crossing the space between them with predatory grace. Water splashed around her ankles as she rushed toward him, her eyes locked on his cock with an almost feral hunger.

"Mira, what are you—"

She pressed a finger to her lips, silencing him. Then, without another word, she sank to her knees in the shallow water, her face level with his throbbing length. Her hand wrapped around the base, barely able to encircle it, and she let out a low, breathy moan.

"Oh fuck... you’re even bigger up close."

She didn’t tease. She didn’t wait. Mira opened her mouth wide and took him in, her lips stretching around the massive head as she descended. A wet, gagging sound escaped her throat, but she pushed through, taking inch after inch until her nose pressed against his pelvis.

"Mmmmph—" Her muffled moan vibrated through his shaft as she held there, her throat working around him.

Jason’s hands flew to the tiled wall behind him for support. "Fuck, Mira..."

She pulled back slowly, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his cock. "Tastes so good," she murmured before diving back down, her head bobbing with increasing speed. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing every vein, every ridge, while her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach.

"Aaahhnn—yes, just like that," Jason groaned, his hips beginning to thrust involuntarily.

Mira’s eyes flicked up to meet his, that same hungry look Ylva often gave him burning in her gaze. She was a cat woman through and through—once she had her prey in sight, she didn’t let go. She took him deeper, her throat convulsing around his length as she moaned obscenely.

"Glllkk—mmmph—"

The sounds she made were filthy, wet, desperate. Spit dripped down her chin, mixing with the pool water as she worked him with relentless enthusiasm. Her hands moved to cup her own breasts, pinching her nipples as she sucked him off.

"Fuck, Mira, I’m close," Jason warned, his breathing ragged.

She only doubled her efforts, her head moving faster, her throat accepting every inch of him. Her fingers dug into her own tits as she moaned around his cock, coaxing his release.

"Aaahhh—fuck—" Jason’s body tensed, his hips bucking forward as he exploded into her mouth. Hot, thick ropes of cum shot down her throat, and she swallowed greedily, but there was too much. It spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin, splattering across her cheeks and nose.

His knees nearly buckled. He braced himself against the wall, gasping for breath as wave after wave of climax rolled through him.

Mira pulled back with a wet pop, her lips glistening with his release. She licked what she could from her lips, then wiped the rest from her face with the back of her hand, a satisfied smile spreading across her features.

"Mmh," she hummed, tasting him on her tongue. "That hit the spot."

She rose to her feet, stepping closer until her body pressed against his, her cum-smeared face tilted up toward his. Her hand drifted down between them, brushing against his still-sensitive cock.

"You know," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I’ve been thinking..." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Her fingers traced lazy circles on his chest.

"Would you like to fuck me?"

Even Jason knew this would be a step too far, Ylva seemed fine with him messing with other women but there had to be limits.

Jason had to show her some respect and quickly pushed Mira off himself, before taking a step back.

He looked at her body and hated that he couldn’t fuck her to his heart’s content but with what he had seen in this world, pussy wasn’t something he would need to worry about.

"Maybe some other time, Mira," Jason said before turning around, he was proud of himself but a hand wrapped around his mouth and dragged him back inside.