He didn't seem all that interested in what you might have to say. He was acting all feral hunter on you at the moment. Your heighten kitty senses were telling you all sorts of interesting facts about him from the pheromones he was making. If you were smart they would tell you things about how much testosterone he produced, and how fertile he was, but the only thing that stuck up in your simple kitty mind was this was the strongest male you have met, and he has lots of cum to make you pregy.<br/><br/>Being in his crazy feral mating mode Matlal was not being gentle with the recently deflowered virgin. He was even starting to let out scary sounding jaguar roars in between lustily purring. He hunched over you pounding you down hard into the bed. His chiseled chest pinning you to the bed now. His arms were tightly wrapped around your chest. His muzzle now was rubbing into your folded back ear, his purring deafening. The purring could even be felt on your back through his chest. However that would be the last thing on your mind, as the huge barbed cock was roughly slamming in and out in a violent attempt to be the first male to mate with you.