Jack looked around the room dumbfounded. There were all sorts of expensive looking individuals scattered about, in suits he had no doubt cost more than he earned in a year. The roof was a vaulted ceiling made of glass looking up into the fountain area outside the main entrance, with the fireworks above providing flashes of mottled light that played across the tiled ballroom floor.

 

Ms. Smith indicated to the raised area at the other end of the room. “The bar is just over there, with seating either side. There are no reserved seats per-se, more first come first serve.” She gestured towards the dance floor next “As you can see, we have many dancers willing to take to the floor as you lack a partner yourself.” Sure enough there were a myriad of men and women all in similar garb; either full length ball gowns or tight fitting waistcoats made from colourful material that shimmered like silk with embroidered gold patterns.

 

Jacks hesitation caused Ms. Smith to indicate one last avenue of interest the man might have. “And along the walls there are artworks from around the globe, each one depicting one or more legendary beasts.” Her inflection on those last words caused them to repeat in Jacks mind, but he could not quite place why.

 

Interested in the artwork, Jack thanked Ms. Smith as she returned to the door behind before closing it with a smile. The man made his way over to the nearest work; a chunk of rock depicting on one surface what Jack understood to be a Sphinx. It was surrounded by sections of hieroglyph and other smaller engravings, but the Sphinx itself took up most of the surviving work.

 

Below the stone artwork was a brass plaque detailing the riddle written in hieroglyphs on the piece. Jack knew the stories of sphinxes and riddles, and grinned as he read aloud “At night they come without being summoned, by day they are lost without being taken.”

 

“So?” Jack’s heart jumped at the voice behind him, but he kept his cool and glanced over. The woman standing there was dressed in a deep blue waistcoat and matching pants, with a white shirt underneath rolled up above the elbows. Her mask was feline in form and covered only the area around her eyes and nose, a jet-black fringe hanging over the façade. Golden lipstick curled into a wry smile as she walked over beside Jack. “Know the answer?”

 

“It’s a classic,” he replied, turning back to the artwork “the answer is ‘Stars’.” The woman nodded in agreement but sighed as she took a swig of wine. Jack noticed the strange reaction and turned to her. “Of course, that’s what most people think.”

 

“Oh yeah?” the woman in blue said, keeping her attention on the sphinx relief before her. “Well, most people are probably right.”

 

“Not usually.” Jack said with a chuckle. “But I think it’s one of those riddles that has multiple meanings. Sure, the logical response would be stars but…” He trailed off, turning to the artwork again, spying a curious glance from the woman as he did so. “Look at the sphynx. It’s eyes aren’t open.”

 

“And?” The woman took another sip of her wine.

 

“Well, if you wanted to depict stars you might show the night sky, but this is just a sleepy sphynx.”

 

“People generally sleep at night.” The woman said, grinning.

 

“Yeah, but they also Dream at night.”

 

The woman downed the rest of her glass, placing it on the tray of a nearby waiter before turning to face Jack. “Is that your final answer?”

 

“Summoned from sleep and lost upon waking: Dreams. Final answer.” The woman looped an arm through Jacks and walked towards the bar. “Wha-?”

 

“I have been waiting all night for someone to get it.” Her black bob of a haircut swished to and fro as the woman dragged Jack to the polished marble bar, thrusting him at one of the stools. Once seated she held her hand out. “Evelyn.”

 

“Evelyn?” Jack repeated, still somewhat confused as to what was going on.

 

“Really? What a co-incidence, that’s my name.” Evelyn said laughing, signalling the barman.

 

Jack did his best to avoid facepalming, letting out a reserved chuckle before taking Evelyn’s hand. He’d intended to take it as she had offered, with her palm down, but almost immediately after making contact she turned it into a vigorous – but brief – handshake. “Jack.”

 

“Nice to meet you Jack.” Evelyn said, smiling.

 

“What’ll it be?” The barman asked while drying a pint glass. Evelyn looked at Jack, waiting to see what he’d order, her eyes silently judging.

 

“Ah… Whiskey Sour. Hold the Cherry.” He said, partly shrugging. With baited breath he looked to Evelyn for approval.

 

“Double that, but I’ll have his cherry.” The way Evelyn said that with a raised eyebrow was all the approval Jack needed. He let his breath out and relaxed. The change was evident to Evelyn, and she swung around to face the man on her stool. “So what brings someone like you to a place like this?”

 

Jack coughed, clearing his throat as he asked half-jokingly “Someone like me?”

 

“Oh come on.” Evelyn said dismissively waving her hand. “The stench of money and privilege on that lot is so thick you’d need a chainsaw to cut through it. You…” she closed her eyes and took a dramatic sniff of the air “You’re the... the polar opposite.”

 

“Not too far from the truth.” Jack mumbled to himself. Evelyn leaned in in the hopes he would repeat it, but he waved it off. “Nevermind.”

 

“For starters, you brought your own masque.” Evelyn brings a hand up to the iridescent paint, lightly running her fingers along the nose before holding the tip and moving it side to side, observing the way the colours changed and shifted. “Or… made your own masque?”

 

Jack tried nodding but Evelyn had a good grip on his false nose. “Yeah, took a bit but was finally happy with the results this morning.”

 

“Almost matches the suit.” Jack could hear the smug smile in Evelyn’s voice. The Barman gently plonked down two drinks, identically golden in colour though one garnished with two cherries. Evelyn took a sip with her eyes closed as Jack cradled his thoughtfully.

 

“I should’ve asked the pawn shop if they had this in a different shade.” The snarky words were out of his mouth before Jack could stop them. Evelyn choked on her drink as she stifled a laugh mid sip. Given the coughing and spluttering the Bartender returned with a bottle of water and a pair of glasses. Waiting for the woman to continue breathing, Jack asked “You okay?”

 

“Ahem…” Evelyn said, clearing her throat with another few coughs. “Sorry. Don’t usually get caught off-guard like that.” Jack grinned, toasting her with his glass sarcastically before taking a sip. “Pawn shop eh? Did Vegas do you in already?”

 

“Nope.” Jack was quick to respond, smacking his lips from the sour drink. “Between the Airline losing my luggage, my connecting flight taking off without me and the motel double-booking my room, you’re lucky I’m not here in a tee shirt and jeans.” Jack took another – longer – sip, savouring the taste as the days events ran back through his head. “If Ms. Smith hadn’t offered me the Penthouse for the night, I’m not sure I’d even be here, I’d probably still be running up and down the strip looking for a shower.”

 

“Damn.” Evelyn took a deep breath, laughing at the implications of Jacks running gesture. “Well, at least you made it.” She took another sip of the iced beverage before posing her next question. “So… The tickets for this soiree weren’t exactly cheap. How… I mean-“

 

“I saved.” Jack interrupted. “Heard about this place at just the right time. Ate pot noodles for months to afford it, but…” He looked around at the wonder and beauty of the ballroom beyond the bar “worth every penny.” He sighed happily.

 

“Yeah.” Evelyn popped a cherry into her mouth, sucking it from the stem with her golden lips. “Polar opposite.” Some movement from the waiters around the sides of the room caused the woman to grab her drink and stand, indicating for Jack to do the same. “Come, let’s find a more comfy seat for the speeches.”

 

Jack slid off the barstool, his heart beating faster than usual from him being revealed as a penniless peasant compared to the fortune 500 bigwigs now shuffling towards the tables. Evelyn led the man to a table not too far away, where they were soon joined by several men in suits and their partners; who Jack reasoned must be staff of the casino similar to Evelyn.

 

Seeing everyone in the same kind of embroidered material sparked some questions within Jacks mind. “So, what about you? Do you work here?”

 

“You could say that.” Evelyn said, taking a big sip of her drink. “Everyone here – except the guests of course – is here because we have few other places to go.” Jacks eyes went wide as he looked at Evelyn sceptically. “Whatever you’re thinking, I can guarantee you’re wrong. It’s a… long story. And you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

 

Jack figured he’d come this far, he might as well push his luck. Almost everyone had been seated and he doubted Evelyn would open this part of the conversation up again. He leaned in a little closer “They might not believe you…”

 

Evelyn took a deep breath and held it for several seconds, swilling the remains of whiskey sour at the bottom of her glass. Then in one swift move she downed the drink and the glass down on the table before turning to Jack, cherry in hand. Unfortunately, as Evelyn opened her mouth a microphone was tapped to life, the source of the interruption being a gentleman dressed almost identically to Evelyn standing near what was obviously some sort of ‘head table’.

 

Several people approached the mic over the next half hour, with another two whiskey sours downed by Evelyn in the process. Congratulations were given to the Owner, a woman seemingly in her forties dressed in a particularly lavish darker version of the same almost iridescent material the other staff were clad in. Her chestnut hair was done up in a similar way to those of the women depicted in the marble statues dotting the room; a loose kind of bun with braids like a wreath wrapping around the sides. But what had Jack so intrested in her was her size. Standing she must have been over seven feet tall, but still retained the curvaceous figure of a classically beautiful woman.

 

“Finally!” The word snapped Jack out of his daze as Evelyn spotted the food migrating in their direction. Saying no more other than requesting another glass of wine to go with her seafood, Evelyn tucked in, and eyed Jack to ensure he did the same.

 

In no time at all, the two had finished their respective meals. After dessert but before any hot drinks were served, Evelyn slid out of her seat. “So, you said you’re staying upstairs?”

 

“Yeah…” Jack looked at Evelyn suspiciously, before subconsciously patting his pocket to ensure the room card was still there. “Why?” Evelyn gave him a wry look that needed no explaination. “I- I mean, you’re working, right?”

 

“Kinda but not really. Besides, after Dessert I’m pretty much free to stay or go as I please.” Jack looked around and sure enough there were others leaving, both guests and those Jack had assumed were Evelyn’s workmates.

 

A strong tug from Evelyn pulled Jack out of his chair and towards the large doors he’d entered from, where only a couple of drunkenly confused guests had tried to exit. As the heavy doors closed behind them, Jack was pulled into the darkness of the hallway. “Evelyn, hold up.”

 

“Call me Evie.” She said before pushing Jack against the wall and kissing him passionately. Their tongues danced almost violently as Evelyn ravished him. After only a few seconds she pulled herself off the confused man and linking her arm through his once more, made for the elevator. Reaching the tiny mirrored room Jack pressed the button for the penthouse suite and was once more set upon by the hungry woman.

 

The elevator ride was both far too short yet also an eternity for the man, Jack falling backwards into the room as the doors parted behind him. He stumbled towards the couch – his body wishing to land backwards into it’s comforting embrace – but Evelyn did not allow it. Grabbing him by the lapels she hoisted Jack to his feet and pulled him past the kitchen and into the bedroom, where she eventually swung the man towards the bed. Jack was normally an agile and sure-footed man, but at present his body contained several whiskey sours and a glass of white wine. Instead of stopping before the bed, Jack found himself spread out upon it.

 

Evie moved closer to the bed, teasing Jack by making it seem she would sit on his lap before swinging her rear further to his side to land next to him. “We have a few ground rules to cover.” Evelyn said before patting Jack on the belly. “Up.”

 

Jack grunted as he sat upright next to Evelyn. “Ground rules?” Jack thought for a moment before a thought collided with his tongue.

 

“First, shoes.” She said, removing her black velvet dance shoes with some well placed pressure of toe to heel. Jack did much the sam, flipping his loafers off to the side before taking a deep breath in anticipation of what the woman had in store for him next.

 

Evelyn rose to stand in front of Jack, facing him as her fingers moved to her embroidered blue waistcoat. “Rule number one: my mask stays on unless I say so.” Evelyn’s voice was still as playful as before, but the way she said it made Jack feel that was the number one rule for a reason. As he nodded in agreement, Evelyn began unbuttoning her waistcoat. In a matter of seconds, it was lying in a heap on the floor.

 

“Rule number two: No means no. No exceptions.” She stated, thumbs playing with the elastic just above the clasps of her bracers.

 

“Of course.” Jack said. His conviction seemed to put Evelyn a little more at ease, resulting in her flinging the clasps open. With a fwoosh of elastic the blue pants dropped to the ground, revealing a pair of long curvy legs tightly contained in a pair of elegant blue stockings. Her white shirt was held down with one hand while the other snaked its way up her form to the top button.

 

“Rule number three: if you get my riddle wrong, the night is over.” Jacks eyebrows shot up at that one. Evelyn teased the man by first unbuttoning then rebuttoning the same button.

 

The cryptic final rule had Jack perplexed but he couldn’t come up with a reason to disagree. “Sounds fine. Confusing, but fine.” Seductively Evelyn undid her shirt, playing with it as she turned away from Jack to slide it down her back. A perfectly tanned body lay beneath the shirt, only restrained by panties and a bra that matched the stockings.

 

“Now we have the rules covered…” Evelyn said as she turned to face Jack “Time for the final test.” His eyes lit up as she stared at him, the voluptuous figure clad in blue lace having the fullest of Jack’s attention. “Are you ready?” she said, stepping closer to the man.

 

Jack gulped, heart racing. “As ready as I’m gonna be.”

 

Arms on hips Evelyn spoke soft and sultrily. “I am the part of the bird that’s not in the sky, who can drown in the ocean and still remain dry.” Evelyn began gyrating her hips, a slow rhythmic dance to break the man’s concentration. “A last vestige of man that refuses to die.” She made an exaggerated movement that almost brushed her pelvis against Jack’s chin. The fact he didn’t flinch caused Evie to smile more mischievously. “In mourning I am tossed at your feet to lie. I begin my job early, devouring your ankles and thighs.”

 

Evelyn turned around so her rear was facing Jack, bending over to show off the stretched blue panties tight against her skin. “I work my way up,” She reached behind to place a hand on each of Jacks ankles “eating your legs…” Slowly standing she let her hands slide up his shins and along his thighs “to your waist.” Then with acrobatic grace she leaned back to rub her arse along the mans captive legs into his lap. “And though around midday I am chased,” Evelyn leaned forwards, pulling herself out of the brief lapdance and upright before Jack “I return quickly to savour the arm of my taste.”

 

Evelyn moved onto the bed, a knee either side of Jack’s thighs as she continued to tease him with her riddle. “As evening falls,” She leaned in close, her lips just barely separated from Jacks as she whispered “I enter your lungs, spiralling down past your mouth… and… your tongue…” Evelyn’s tongue darted out to seductively lick Jack’s upper lip. Leaning in around the man, she continued “I feast on your body, your soul, and your mind.” Evelyn elicited a gasp from Jack as she playfully nipped at his ear. “But as darkness falls you shall find,” With one last lick of Jacks earlobe Evelyn pulled back, allowing herself to slide off the bed “that away I will go, a relief for some.” Returning to her original stance she smiled, eyes sparkling with lust. “At least until the next morning… comes.”

 

Jack’s heart was pounding, his head swimming and his body was numb and tingly from the erotic display. Time was slipping away and not immediately knowing the answer, Jack knew he’d have to start verbally reasoning if he had any chance to impress Evelyn.

 

“Part of the bird that’s not in the sky…” Jack mused, his eyes having trouble finding somewhere to focus that wasn’t the blue triangle pointing towards his nights desire. “Egg maybe. But that doesn’t fit. Body parts.” He scratched his nose, sweat forming on his brow. “Legs, waist, arm, lungs, mouth… tongue…” Jack gulped, shaking his head. “So much there….”

 

“Giving up so soon?” Evelyn asked jokingly, though her eyes urged him on hopefully. “Thought you had a sharper mind…” she gyrated her hips once more, this time bumping Jacks bowed head with her rear.

 

“Not giving up…” He sighed, grinning nervously. “Just talking through my thoughts.” He wiped away the beads of sweat crowning his brow. “Darkness falls then gone until the morning… midday chased away…” Jack’s heart froze. He shut his eyes and quickly ran through all the riddle, checking to see if his thought was valid.

 

Evelyn noticed the change in mood, crouching in front of Jack she placed a hand on each of his thighs. “So am I staying, or should I see myself out?” She asked, a playfully unhappy tone hiding her own fragile hope that he answer correctly.

 

“You tell me.” Evie looked at Jack like a cat ready to pounce on a catnip-filled toy. When the man finally met Evies gaze he placed a finger under her chin while slowly standing, drawing her with him. Jack stood mere inches from the woman of his dreams, staring deep into her sapphire eyes while whispering “You can only live in light, but will die if light falls upon you.”

 

Jack saw the ceiling pass by in a blur as Evelyn tackled him onto the bed. As soon as he hit the sheets her hands were all over him, Jacks shirt and pants roughly removed from his person as Evelyn undressed him. It took a matter of seconds before – with Jacks help – he was reduced to naught but his black briefs. With considerably more care and a modicum of apprehension, Evelyn slowly pulled the waistband down, freeing the man’s turgid member.

 

“Damn Jack.” Evelyn sighed, staring at his cock with hungry eyes. It stood proudly before her, twitching in the warm conditioned air of the penthouse suite. Turning her gaze to Jacks eyes, Evelyn slowly lowered her lips to the throbbing member. As they touched it was like a jolt of sexual electricity shot through Jack, every nerve lit up with how good everything felt; from the silken sheets beneath him to the pressure of Evelyns breasts on his legs.

 

Evelyn mouth slid slowly down around the tip of Jacks cock, sucking the head between her lips like a lollipop she intended to savour. There she held the man – intensely staring him down all the while – as her tongue began making small circles around its hole. “Evie…” Jack moaned, quickly followed by a gasp as Evelyn hummed a questioning reply. “I- I want to see you.” Evelyn paused. “See your face.”

 

Evelyn withdrew from Jack’s member as slowly as she had descended, Jacks cock slipping free of her lips with a subtle pop. “Jack, I don’t know if you’d agree a few minutes from now.”

 

“How am I supposed to respond to that?” Jack said with a slightly annoyed chuckle. “I know you said before that your mask only comes off if you want it to. And no means no.” Evelyn slid back off the bed to kneel on the floor. Jack sat up to face her. “If it’s a privacy thing, I understand.“

 

“It’s- it’s not privacy.” She looked up at him then to the pile of her clothes at the end of the bed. Evelyn took a deep breath as she stood, her nigh-Amazonian frame glistening with sweat in the dim light as she reached up to her mask. “What’s the theme of this Casino, Jack?” Evelyn asked, her voice far more tame than it had been only seconds before.

 

“Creatures of myth and legend.” Jack answered without hesitation, but with a heavy dose of scepticism. The theme is what drew him to beg and plead for a ticket to the ball after all.

 

“And what sort of ‘creature’ would act the way I have this evening?” she asked, fingers sliding back to the bow keeping the feline mask on.

 

“I’d say Sphinx, if it weren’t for the mask.”

 

Evelyn paused. “And why’s that?”

 

“Well, pretty much all records of Sphinx had them with a lions body, though a human head.” Jack said nervously, hoping his comment hadn’t given Evelyn second thoughts. Instead she sighed, smiling.

 

“I told Ms. Smith it’d be a problem. She said no-one would notice.” Evelyn winked at Jack “Guess you proved her wrong.” Finding the right parts of the bow to pull on she put her serious face back on. “I really want you to like this. I really do.” And with that, Evelyn pulled the strands holding the mask to her face, and with a rush of movement and flash of light her mask began falling towards the ground.

 

Jack instinctively reached out to grab the mask, focusing his attention away from the blinding light and into the falling object, catching it through one of the eyeholes. In the time it took him to get a proper grip of the feline accessory the light had faded away and his eyes were immediately drawn to a pair of large furry paws upon the bedroom floor. The hairs at the back of his neck stood on end as he slowly raised his gaze. Behind those two paws were another set several feet away. He had seen enough nature documentaries to know those tan paws belonged to a lion. A very, very big lion.

 

Being cautious and careful not to make any sudden moves, Jack continued pulling his eyes upwards to discover – rather unexpectedly – a very large pair of breasts upon the lions chest. Not feline breasts, but human ones. They were far larger than any he’d seen outside the strangest corners of the internet but despite their size, they seemed to fit – proportionally – on the broad-shouldered figure of the beast before him. A slight movement in the creatures pose showed him at least one other set of fleshy orbs lay behind those, further down the tawny chest.

 

Finally Jack brought his gaze up the creatures chest to its neck, where fur subtly gave way to skin until he was staring into the deep blue eyes of a familiar – yet entirely new – face. “Evie?” He asked, heart in his throat and all but frozen in place. Her head was around double the size it was before, matching the proportions of her feline body. “You’re… I mean…” He cautiously reached out to the being before him, Evelyn puffing her chest out proudly and nervously. But Jacks hand found a different place to land, settling on her furred shoulder before brushing down her strong forelimb.

 

“Jack.” Evelyn’s voice was deeper than before, but it still held the same sultry-yet-serious tone prior to removing the mask. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

 

“What I- what I’m thinking?” The man ran a hand through his hair before letting loose a shocked chuckle. “A few minutes ago I was getting a blowjob from the sexiest woman I’d ever met.” Evelyn’s blush shot from her face to her chest, turning her breasts a mottled pink. “And then BAM! She turns out to be a Sphynx?” Evelyn looked on, her eyebrow raised. “It’s a bit of a leap, y’know. Sex to ‘Surprise Sphinx’!” Jack stood as Evelyn backed up a little, her rump almost out the bedroom door. Before, she was almost the same height as the man, but now Evelyn was eye level with Jacks neck.

 

“And, what are you going to do?” Evelyn asked cautiously, standing between Jack and the only exit.

 

Jack took a deep breath, barely able to believe what he was about to do. “This.” He placed a finger once more on Evelyn’s chin, drawing it up as he leaned over to kiss her. His answer given, Evelyn smiled and kissed him back. Her large mouth dwarfing his as her tongue pressed between his lips. The act turned very quickly to Jack not so much kissing Evelyn as sucking her tongue, the surface on the underside of her tongue silky smooth while the top was similar to a cat’s; small fleshy barbs pulled and flicked at Jacks teeth.

 

Realising how one sided the kiss had become Evelyn pulled back, blushing. “Now, where was I?” Evelyn asked rhetorically as she leant forward to lick her large, broad tongue up Jacks stiff member. “Mmmmm, I remember.” She teased. His lengthy cock now looked positively tiny given the current size of her head, leading to a sensation he’d never experienced before; despite his length, Jacks entire member was still in Evelyn’s mouth, not her throat. With her lips pressed against the base of his cock, Evelyn smiled mischievously, opening her mouth wider. With a guttural slurp she sucked the man’s balls into her mouth as well.

 

Jack couldn’t help but react by running his fingers through Evelyn’s black bob. It felt odd to hold the sides of her head rather than her back, but any real consideration of that was lost to sensation as Evelyn began swirling his genitalia around her mouth with that barbed tongue of hers. “Oh shit…” Jack moaned, thrusting forward into Evelyns grinning maw. Doubling her efforts she rolled his cock around her tongue, lashing it with both smooth and spiky sides as she sucked hard. Brief moments of pleasurable pain shot through Jack with each suck as his cock throbbed needily.

 

Evelyn could tell what this meant for the man as she looked up at him with her huge blue eyes. Without saying a word, Jack understood what she wanted. He began rhythmically thrusting into Evelyn’s mouth, her lips releasing his balls so he had more movement to work with. Her tongue was curled into a tube of rubbery spikes, clinging to the man’s cock as it withdrew while still allowing him to push forward with each thrust.

 

“Evie…” Jack stammered as his thrusts became erratic. Evelyn took her cue and pulled away, her feline frame laying on the ground as she opened her mouth wide, ready to be fed her long awaited cream. Jacks first rope of cum fired out and hit it’s target dead on, a line of creamy white goodness snaking it’s way along Evelyn’s tongue and down her throat. But although Jack seemed content with the result, it seemed Evelyn wanted more as she pounced forward, engulfing both cock and balls in her hungry mouth as she sucked, desperately trying to drain the man of his seed.

 

With a grunt and an almost bestial howl, Jack obliged the sphinx. The over stimulated cock fired shot after shot of pearly cum into Evelyn’s mouth as her tongue suckled the pulsing rod. The tip of her tongue lashed his twitching balls with each gulp, until Jack’s eruptions came to an end. But far from done, Evelyn just held the man in her mouth. At first the giddy Jack was confused, but after a few moments he felt an intense – and entirely alien – sensation.

 

“A-are you… purring?” he asked, not expecting an answer from the sphinx with her mouth full. But his assessment was correct, a deep rumble turning into a comforting vibration that surrounded his cock. The already deflating member was halted in it’s tracks as Evelyn kept her tongue perfectly still, just allowing Jack to experience the full effect of the purr. “Oh gods, how do you DO that?” He cried, his grip on her head getting tighter as he felt his member rise to attention.

 

Evelyn felt the man gain in size until eventually the cock was back to full strength. Taking one more deep suck of the throbbing rod Evelyn winked up at Jack. Allowing the red prick to slip free from her lips, she gave it a quick peck of a kiss. Then with the sexiest, most cum hungry voice Jack had ever heard, Evelyn spoke. “Jack, I need you to fuck me.” she padded around, facing away from Jack as she presented her lioness hind quarters.

 

Jack needed no further encouragement. He stepped forward as the thick tail swished out of the way to reveal Evelyn’s feline passage. He stared at it in amazement; the small size and puckering making it look similar to the arse several inches above it, save for the puffiness and glistening wet surface. Jack placed a hand on each of Evelyn’s flanks as he lined himself up.

 

As his cock head pressed against the tight opening, Evelyn moaned. “Fuck me Jack… It’s been so long.” She pushed her hips back against the man which – coupled with his own forward motion – pushed the first few inches inside. The couple sighed, shuddering at the intense sensation.

 

Jack found his footing first, pressing further into Evelyn’s tight snatch as he hugged her rear. Despite how forceful Jack had to be to get his member deeper, Evelyn was well lubricated and after some time of grunts and moans he finally hilted himself within the sphinx. “Oh Evie…” he said, heart racing.

 

After a moment of feeling blissfully full, Evelyn pulled forward. Jack knew what the sphynx wanted and matched her rhythm, pulling out to the tip before thrusting back in. His balls slapped against Evelyn with the first proper thrust, eliciting a lust-fuelled moan from the both of them. A moan duplicated time and again as the man found his pace. Jack got a better grip on Evelyn’s hips, upping his pace despite her size.

 

“Evie?” Jack asked between thrusts, his cock slamming into the sphinx every second like a metronome.

 

“Jack?” the response was quiet and in short breath as Evelyn felt her need inside building to it’s long awaited crescendo.

 

The man pushed deep and held himself there, eliciting a guttural moan from Evelyn. “I should ask now.” He said before slowly puling all the way out. Evelyn growled questioningly at his actions. “Do you want me to cum outside?” Before allowing the sphinx to answer, he slammed his full length back into her. “Or inside?”

 

Evelyn screamed in pleasure. “Inside!” She pushed back hard against the man, and it was all Jack could do to remain standing. “And harder!”

 

“Yes ma’am!” Jack replied as he withdrew entirely once more only to slam his cock home. Evelyn roared, causing the man to slap her flank as he pulled back out. Each thrust first emptied Evelyn’s slick pussy before filling it, Jack feeling his cock meet the end of her passage every time he bottomed out. “Fuck!” he cried, slapping Evelyns feline thigh again.

 

Jack could feel himself getting close; the strangeness of the night mixing with the incredibly erotic sight of fucking a sphynx from behind driving him to new heights. “Uh… Evie… I’m gonna-“ Jack started.

 

“Harder!” Evelyn was so close, but she was not as near the edge as she could tell Jack was. But that all changed as she felt the man’s fingers wrap around the base of her tail. Before she could say anything, he tightened his grip and pulled her back, slamming his cock inside deeper than ever before.

 

Evelyn’s response was more automatic than planned as her hind quarters pushed back hard, sending Jack arse-first onto the bed, pinning him beneath her needy pussy as his balls fired their load deep inside. From Jack’s tail-pulling to the heat of his seed within her, Evelyn reached her edge and flew over it into an orgasmic daze. Shuddering with the sensation she let loose another roar.

 

Jack’s hold on Evelyn’s hips was superfluous, but it gave both of them a strange sort of comfort as he shivered with each jet of cum loosed. Load after load filled the sphinx, Jack surprised he was able to muster so much after Evelyn’s life-altering blowjob. But after several more spurts of jizz, the man felt his body waving the white flag. His grip on Evelyn’s hindquarters relaxed into a gentle rub, fingers pushing through fur to rub the still tensed muscles.

 

Evelyn’s body noticed the change before her mind, and before she knew it she had pulled herself off Jack, stumbled as she turned towards the bed then collapsing on it next to the exhausted man. When Evelyn was far enough out of her daze to comment on Jacks performance, she had already pulled herself to the center of the massive bed. “You are one… amazing… fuck.” She managed between pants.

 

Jack could barely move his legs, and so pulled himself up to the reclining sphinx with his trembling upper body. “Right back at ya.” He said, immediately regretting not being more eloquent. “Best sex of my life. Hands down.” Evelyn extended a massive forepaw, grabbing Jack by the back and pulling him in to cuddle. His body came to rest against her three sets of breasts, one knee finding it’s way between her legs to feel the wetness of her nethers while his head barely made it to Evelyn’s neck.

 

A broad tongue slid down over Jacks cheek and licked, forcing him to crane up and look into Evelyn’s contented eyes. “The night’s not over yet, lover.” Jack gulped, smiling weakly as his cock twitched against Evelyn’s breasts at the thought of a night full of sphinx sex. “Good…” She purred as her paw pulled him further into her bosom. “Very good.”