Meera was confused and whimpered her distress. Wouldn't Clark notice that she was somehow no longer fully human? Was he not freaked out by her six tits?? She lowered her eyes and licked her lips nervously.
"Meera." he said, his voice taking on a tone of command. "Be a good girl now and stand up."
Her ears perked up at this. She didn't want to feel anxious around Clark. She wanted to please him, to do whatever he wanted so he'd continue to praise her and make her feel good! Meera quickly slid off the counter and stood before Clark, noticing that his hand had continued to slowly stroke his member from base to tip.
"Take off that robe, pet." he said in the same tone, the endearment softening the command. Meera quickly complied, her worry over her furred tail forgotten in her haste to do as she was told. "That's it, beautiful."
Meera's eyes were fixed to his crotch, attention fully on the glistening precum about to drip from his dick. Her tongue lolled out once more, and with another whimper she dropped to her haunches, nudging his hand out of the way with her nose so she could lick his thick length. Her wide, flat tongue engulfed him, and now is was Clark's turn to drop his head back with a moan. As she gently closed her mouth around her crush's engorged cock, Meera was too busy to notice how her jaw had pushed out slightly, only that she found it very easy to take all 8 inches of him. She breathed deeply through her nose, reveling in the scent of his musk, catching traces of herself on him and practically orgasming again from the pleasure that caused her. She gently trailed her sharper fingernails up and down his thighs as she took him deep into her muzzle. Clark's hands were buried in her hair, scratching behind her ears and stroking over her head.
Suddenly his hands left her hair and she felt him tugging under her arms. "Up now, pet. Quickly," he helped her to rise before turning her around to face the mirror. Using his foot to spread her legs, he smoothed one hand down her spine, continuing to the tip of her tail before pushing it to one side. "God, you make me feel so good, Meera. You're such a good girl to me, gorgeous. I can't get enough of you and your tight little cunt." Meera felt herself practically dripping at Clark's praise. She pushed her ass back, yearning for the feel of him against her, inside her...
With one swift thrust, Clark filled her, his dick sliding easily into her sopping wet pussy. He leaned over her, pushing her torso onto the cool counter and causing her nipples to tighten. Meera was just about to start begging when she felt him begin to move, pulling out almost entirely before slamming home again. His left hand slid up her back and into her hair once more, grasping some firmly and causing her to lift her head, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. They both moaned with the increased sensation the visual connection caused, and Clark reached around and under to press the nub hidden in the top of her folds, immediately sending her over the edge. "Yes, girl, that's it, milk my cock, ohhh yessss!" he groaned, pumping into her two more times before following her over.