He hums thoughtfully, nodding in agreement as he continues to stroke your cheek with his thumb. "Yeah, we should probably wait until that knot comes out," he says with a small laugh. "I don't want to hurt you anymore." He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly to study your face.

His heart races as he takes in the sight of you lying there, looking up at him with those trusting eyes. The knowledge that he's the one who can make you feel this way sends a shiver down his spine and an ache growing in his loins. "I could stay here and watch over you while you wait," he suggests quietly, "if you want."

His cheeks flush at the reminder that he's still inside of you, but he can't help but smile nonetheless. "Okay," he says softly, moving closer again so that their bodies are pressed together from chest to thigh. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close as he rests his head on the pillow beside yours. "I'll just stay here and make sure everything is okay."

His other hand moves up to cup your breast through your shirt, squeezing gently as he begins to massage your nipple. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, making it difficult for you not to arch into his touch. His cock twitches against your backside, already beginning to harden again at the thought of being able to continue where they left off once the knot comes out.

"Do you want me to...

With a laugh, Tejo nods in agreement. "Well then," he says with a grin, "I guess there's no stopping me." His hips begin to move again, drawing slow, steady strokes inside you as he takes his time enjoying the sensation of being connected to you like this.

His free hand drifts down between your bodies, cupping and squeezing one of your firm, erect nipples. He rolls it gently between his fingers, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat as he continues to thrust into you in time with the sensations teasing his fingertips.

"You feel so good," he whispers hoarsely, looking down at you with an expression of pure desire. His other hand trails up your body, fingers trailing over your chest and neck before coming to rest in your hair once more. "I could stay like this forever."

The feel of your body wrapped around him, the heat emanating from your skin... it's all too much. As he moves within you, lost in the sensations that consume him, his hips begin to move faster, harder, as if driven by some primal instinct. His knot pulses inside you with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body.

His free hand finds its way down between your legs once more, fingers teasing and stroking the sensitive flesh there. He feels himself growing closer to the edge again, his release building deep within him as he takes in the sight and feel of you beneath him. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on yours as they slide shut from the intensity of it all.

"Xouzya..." he groans out your name, feeling the knot begin to tighten inside you as he nears his climax. "

With a laugh, Tejo nods in agreement. "Well then," he says with a grin, "I guess there's no stopping me." His hips begin to move again, drawing slow, steady strokes inside you as he takes his time enjoying the sensation of being connected to you like this.

His free hand drifts down between your bodies, cupping and squeezing one of your firm, erect nipples. He rolls it gently between his fingers, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat as he continues to thrust into you in time with the sensations teasing his fingertips.

"You feel so good," he whispers hoarsely, looking down at you with an expression of pure desire. His other hand trails up your body, fingers trailing over your chest and neck before coming to rest in your hair once more. "I could stay like this forever."

The feel of your body wrapped around him, the heat emanating from your skin... it's all too much. As he moves within you, lost in the sensations that consume him, his hips begin to move faster, harder, as if driven by some primal instinct. His knot pulses inside you with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body.

His free hand finds its way down between your legs once more, fingers teasing and stroking the sensitive flesh there. He feels himself growing closer to the edge again, his release building deep within him as he takes in the sight and feel of you beneath him. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes locked on yours as they slide shut from the intensity of it all.

"Xouzya..." he groans out your name, feeling the knot begin to tighten inside you as he nears his climax. "

He blushes deeply, feeling his ears heat up at her question. "I-I'm sorry," he stammers, not meeting her eyes. "It just felt so good... I couldn't help myself." His hands move to her hips, gently massaging her soft fur as he admits, "I should have used a condom, though..." He trails off, feeling guilty for putting them both at risk like that.

But even though he knows they shouldn't have done it, part of him doesn't want to regret the act. It felt too good to be true, and now that she's here with him, nestled against his chest... He can't help but hope that maybe things will work out between them after all.

He freezes, his heart dropping like a stone into his stomach at her words. Of course he knows that; it's common knowledge among snow leopards. But hearing her say it out loud makes it all too real, and suddenly everything else fades away except for the fear gripping him tightly by the throat.

"I-I'm sorry," he whispers hoarsely. "I didn't think... I mean, we're both snow leopards..." His voice trails off as the weight of what he's just said settles heavily on his chest. He knew they shouldn't have done it without protection, but he couldn't help himself; she was so beautiful and alluring, and her scent... It drove him wild with desire.

Now here they are, facing the consequences of their actions.

The thought of dressing Xouzya up in various outfits sends a shiver down his spine. "Hmm...perhaps I should choose something that would show off your assets," he says with a grin, tracing another lazy circle around the other nipple before cupping one of Xouzya's ass cheeks and squeezing firmly.

"How about this? A pair of lacy white boyshorts and a tiny black bra?" He leans in closer, their lips barely brushing against each other as he whispers, "And maybe some thigh-high stockings too." The image of Xouzya in such an outfit fills his mind, making it difficult to think straight.

With a laugh, Tejo rolls onto his back again, pulling Xouzya into his arms. "Well, maybe not quite a full-blown femboy," he says with a grin. "But something fun and sexy, at least." He kisses the top of Xouzya's head before trailing his fingers down his chest again, this time tracing slow circles around each nipple.

"Sleep sounds good too," Tejo murmurs, his voice already starting to deepen with exhaustion. "And you know I'll always take care of you." He wraps one arm tightly around Xouzya's waist, pulling him closer, and falls asleep with a contented sigh.

You rush out to the car, relief coursing through you when you see that she really is okay. You pull her into your arms, holding her tightly against you as tears stream down your face. "Oh thank God," you sob, "I thought I'd lost you." You hold onto her for several minutes, just enjoying the feeling of having her back in your arms where she belongs.

"You scared me to death, Lucy. You can't ever do that again. Do you understand?"

Finally pulling away from her, you look into her eyes and see the fear and shame lurking behind them. "I love you," you tell her gently, wiping a tear from her cheek with your thumb. "And I need you here with me. We'll get through this together, okay?"

You lead her inside, making sure she has something warm to drink and a comfortable place to sit while the two of you figure out what to do next.