Chapter 3 – Drowning in Pleasure and Fear

The taste of that two-legs was unexpectedly sweet.

My lips captured his glans, tracing it with insistence, ensuring I covered every inch of the head with the softness of my mouth. In the air, my tail twitched with a heartbeat of its own, while my figure and buttocks swayed from side to side in a rhythmic motion, seeking to tempt him with every movement of my hips.

I vaguely remembered how some she-cats flirted with other males to claim them during heat; now, I could only rely on the instinctive ruses I had learned from them.

My mouth devoured a few more inches of his member and, gripping it firmly between my paws, I began to suck with greater force. I did it carefully, feeling my nose flatten against his warm, firm flesh. Suddenly, I felt the weight of one of his hands on my buttock. I didn’t pull away; on the contrary, I let him do whatever he wanted.

He began to caress me with skill, sliding a finger with tortuous slowness through my vulva. I swallowed hard, moving by pure instinct, pressing my intimacy against his hand. His lips had satisfied me like no other before, and if he desired to taste me a little more, I was more than happy to offer it to him.

My tongue traced wet circles around his cock. I moaned as I felt the trail of pre-cum filling my mouth once more; I began to suck with a steady rhythm, bobbing my head up and down as I noticed him becoming thicker and more rigid between my lips.

I swallowed again, letting that flavor become addictive to my palate. It was a salty, sticky mixture, something I had never tasted before and that, nevertheless, was driving me mad with desire.

I had enjoyed this the night before, but having this two-legs’ absolute attention in this moment made me burn. I felt my cheeks flushed, surely redder than a ripe fruit, while the heat of my cycle clouded my judgment.

I gasped, barely parting my lips from his member. I purred with vibrations born from deep within my chest and slid my nose from the base to the tip, alternating licks, suction, and wet kisses. I was savoring him completely, enjoying every millimeter this boy could give me. Finally, I moved toward his face and began to rub myself there, marking him; if he wanted to touch me so much, then he should keep licking me.

I stuck out my tongue when he sought me out again, resuming the game of suction. My tongue passed over him again and again, capturing his glans before kissing it softly. The texture was fascinating; I had always thought that part was the most delicate and beautiful aspect of his anatomy.

I concentrated on licking specifically there. I caught him between my teeth carefully and purred; I found it utterly endearing to see him like this.

“It seems you really are hard… you keep leaking fluid… how delicious,” I whispered between gasps.

I licked the whitish viscosity with devotion, catching it between my lips. Some of that trail ended up on my thighs, but I only cared about tasting it. I remained with my mouth open, catching my breath, the remnants of his essence marking my lips while my tail lashed in an increasingly hot frenzy.

His tongue worked now with a mixture of tenderness and aggression, sinking into me, making my hind legs tremble. He sucked hard, letting my own fluids flow in shovelfuls down his throat. I licked my lips and began to move from side to side over his face, possessed by an animal rhythm.

Perhaps… perhaps I could get him to penetrate me after all. Or at least, that was what my body was screaming. If we had already reached this point, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try something more. After all, I felt he liked me quite a bit; he was a sweet boy and it was obvious he enjoyed my body as much as I enjoyed his.

I truly adored the tenderness he radiated, even in the midst of that lewd act.

I caught his cock again and purred with a genuine smile. I forced myself to take every inch, forcing myself to go lower, attempting a deep throat I barely knew how to execute. I lowered my mouth down his entire length, feeling how he throbbed powerfully against my tongue. I licked the base in circles, catching the last few inches with my lips until I felt the end hit the back of my throat.

Instinct begged me to pull away for a moment due to the lack of air, but he placed a firm hand on my head and began to thrust.

I moaned with my eyes squeezed shut, surrendered to my mouth being used as his toy. I felt my lips forced open and closed around his flesh. He pulled nearly the entire member out only to bury it suddenly; he held me firmly, moving up and down with a brazen rhythm that I loved.

I began to drool profusely, feeling my hind legs weaken. I couldn’t take any more and let my fluids run into his mouth in response to his intensity. He gasped and, finally, filled my mouth with his semen.

I felt the viscosity flooding me, this time in a much greater amount. Since I had his cock buried to my throat, the first spurts went straight down, forcing me to swallow so I wouldn’t choke. I kept sucking hard, while my paws clung to his legs with my claws retracted so as not to hurt him.

My tail lashed violently in the air until, finally, the spasm subsided and it fell exhausted. My mouth remained trapped on his member for a few seconds more, savoring the end of his release. My tongue worked in silence, cleaning and stroking every corner with feline care.

The boy didn’t take long to pull away from my vulva, and I felt his fingers searching my backside, stretching the entrance of my anus with curiosity. I growled at him by instinct, though I found it difficult to tear myself away from his cock; it was as if my mouth had been knotted to him. However, he took my head gently and began to pull me back.

I separated with care, letting strings of semen fall from my lips. I turned toward him, coughing slightly to catch my breath and shaking my head, trying to clear the haze of pleasure while his trail still dripped onto my skin.

That had been dangerous… but I had no doubt I would like to repeat it sometime.

I looked the two-legs directly in the eyes and approached him with a graceful movement, resting my front paws against his chest.

“Hey, that was pretty hard to do. And it was dangerous… Don’t be so aggressive,” I growled at him, though the tone came out more like an invitation than a warning.

I couldn’t help but lower my muzzle toward his neck, rubbing my cheeks against his skin to mark him with my scent while a deep purr vibrated in my throat. Fuck, I loved how he smelled. My nose pressed to his neck and I inhaled sharply; then I moved down his chest until I reached his arm, where the trail was more potent. He smelled of male, of strength, of possession.

I blushed intensely and my tail rose at a rigid angle, vibrating at the tip from the pure excitement of the heat. Finally, it was going to happen. I would let this great stallion take me.

I lowered myself from his chest carefully and settled onto the bed. I took the lordosis position, sinking my back and raising my buttocks while my tail moved to one side, leaving my intimacy exposed and throbbing. I salivated with anticipation as I noticed him understanding the signal, despite his gaze still reflecting a shadow of concern.

“Don’t be a coward… just fuck me. I can take it, I promise, but I need you… Meow!”

It was frustrating not being able to even control my words; instinct spoke for me. It would be embarrassing if someone from the Clan heard me now. With my tail swept aside, my lubricated and swollen vulva desperately sought contact. StarClan had no power here, so everything would be fine. If I returned in time with the herbs Bluestar asked for, the lie would hold and no one would discover my secret.

The two-legs approached and cupped my buttocks with his hands, squeezing them firmly. I purred at the contact, surrendering to his caresses. I felt the burning brush of his cock against my rear; first testing the skin and then sliding over my open vulva. My vaginal lips seemed to bloom at the contact, welcoming him while my clitoris, small but congested by the heat, awaited the impact of his arrival.

He let out a gasp, a mixture of curiosity and caution. He put a hand on my head, stroking my ears to soothe me or perhaps to hold me firmly for what was coming. And then, the tip began to enter.

It was too much.

“M-m-meow! W-wait, I think it is too much after all…”

But before I realized that my words had remained trapped in my mind and had not left my mouth, he pushed his glans in. The dimension of his member was overwhelming; I hadn’t calculated it well. I felt how his thickness forced me open, claiming a space that seemed not to exist.

I swallowed with difficulty, opening my mouth as a sharp moan escaped my throat. My cheeks burned and my ears turned as red as a maple leaf in the middle of autumn. I began to move my buttocks instinctively, seeking to fit myself to him while my breathing became erratic. I heard his heavy panting; the tightness of my interior seemed to astonish and excite him in equal measure.

When he tried to advance further, I felt a stinging stretch that made me squeeze my eyes shut. My head was spinning from the heat, but his hand acted quickly, caressing me with a tenderness that contrasted with the physical invasion. With the other hand, he spread my vulvar lips, helping me get used to his caliber.

I didn’t want him to stop. I was already starting to like that feeling of fullness that only his glans managed to give me. I had come seeking a stallion to dominate me, and I wouldn’t leave without it. My tongue slipped from my mouth and I let it rest on the sheet, while I tried to keep my buttocks firm yet receptive for my male.

Thinking of him as “my male” made my heart race to the point of delirium. I rested my head against the mattress and looked at him from the corner of my eye, with an expression of absolute boldness. My gaze said only one thing: “Please, fill me.”

He held my gaze and seemed to understand. His cock began to advance a bit more. I let out a long sigh, stretching my legs to the sides in an effort to relax and allow him a deeper entry. My ears curled back and my spine arched to one side in a purely feline gesture, seeking the perfect fit.

I felt my legs grow heavy and the world blurred as every vein and every inch of him tore into me and completed me at the same time. This was glory. Was this how my clanmates felt? Well, lucky for them, I had taken the grand prize. I had a two-legs all to myself!

With one last controlled shove, he managed to sink halfway in.

I moaned, looking back to see him striving not to hurt me. Wow… he turned out to be quite the gentleman. I licked my lips and hid my face against the mattress, unable to process the torrent of sensations flooding through me. My tongue dripped with saliva and my buttocks were on fire from the constant friction of his hands against my plush rear.

I felt the pulse of his glans throbbing inside me. My own fluids acted as the perfect lubricant, allowing him to slide with a delicious slowness. Each of his movements dragged me toward him, tearing moans from me that I no longer tried to hide.

“Nyaaaa!”

My ears vibrated from the heat. I craved more force, more aggression, but I knew that if I asked for it, I ran the risk of never being able to get up again. However, in that moment, nothing mattered more than feeling him reach the very depths of my being.

My heart hammered against my ribs with savage strength.

I shifted my gaze back to observe him for a moment, pricking my ears with curiosity. The boy panted, his face flushed as he held me firmly; one of his hands ran through the fur of my tail before descending toward my rump, squeezing it with a mixture of urgency and delight. He seemed fascinated by the touch of my coat.

I brushed the tip of my tail across his face in a languid caress and moaned, my cheeks burning.

“I-it’s okay, I promise… I really want this. You’re not doing bad at all,” I whispered, knowing that my words were nothing but meows to his ears.

But who was I to check the energy of a young male doing the impossible to satisfy a cat consumed by heat? StarClan perhaps didn’t understand their own rules; this couldn’t be wrong if it felt so good. I wondered with a hint of playfulness if, when I had my next conversation with them in my dreams, I would have to sit with my legs tighter to hide my secret. What was certain was that I would carry his seed with me the next time I visited them.

I licked my muzzle, bracing my paws against the bed with a defiant smile.

He began to move with rhythmic thrusts. He withdrew nearly the entire member from my interior only to sink it back in with force; I felt my fluids splash against him and we both moaned in unison. It was a slow swaying that soon gained speed. His glans pierced me again and again, forcing a path. As he went deeper, I let out moans that bordered on pain when the movement was too abrupt, and he, attentive, softened the rhythm.

Suddenly, I felt his hands squeeze my thighs harder and he pressed himself completely against me, pinning his body to mine. He began to move in circles, seeking to reach every corner of my internal length. I swallowed hard, surrendered to being his toy. He used my body to stimulate himself, forcing me to trap him with my internal muscles while I moved my rear in circles to increase the friction. It was shameful, but if that served to keep him inside me, I was willing to surrender every fiber of my being.

I wanted him… I really wanted him.

I gasped, pushing my backside toward him. I felt his glans hitting my most sensitive spots and I couldn’t help but blush even more. My throat was dry, still carrying the trace of his taste, and I only wished he would hit me harder.

“Please, fuck me hard. I don’t care if you break me, but I need it. You are capable of so much more than any cat; let me forget my Clan for a moment and lose me in your two-legs desire.”

I wanted to beg him, but my voice wouldn’t come out. I kept the plea to myself, but he seemed to sense it and began to punish me more harshly. A deep thrust made me let out a harrowing meow. I leaned back to clear the way for him and felt his glans throb violently before releasing his load. I had barely moved a little, but that was enough to push him over the edge.

I swallowed and remained motionless, letting his fluids flood my interior. I lowered my ears, feeling a sting of disappointment because I wanted more, but he moved a bit more to make up for it. My insides burned; I was so tight that the heat was almost unbearable, but feeling full brought me a calm I couldn’t deny.

I licked my muzzle as he withdrew slowly. The stretch of my flesh as I let him go made me burn again; I knew that when he finally pulled out, the emptiness would ache. And so it did. At last, his cock abandoned my body, leaving a trail that stained my fur.

I stayed completely still, searching for a spot on the mattress to rest my muzzle. I collapsed, gasping with my eyes closed while I felt the excess of his essence escaping me. The two-legs looked into my eyes, pensive. I flicked my tail gently.

“Everything is fine,” I wanted to tell him.

I stood up on trembling legs and approached him. I could still clean him up; after all, no one could take this pleasure away from me now that I knew the taste. More for me, bon appétit.

Scratch.

What was that?

Scratch, scratch.

I swiveled my ears toward the window behind me. For a second, I saw a pair of eyes fixed on me. Someone had been watching from the windowsill. When I turned completely, the figure vanished, zigzagging its tail in the air with a familiar movement. I saw it running swiftly toward the thick of the forest.

In the direction of ThunderClan.

“Oh, Holy StarClan…!”

I looked quickly at the two-legs, who didn’t seem to understand the gravity of the situation. This was a disaster. I licked my muzzle and cleaned my paws in a rush. I felt weak, my body shaking and difficult to manage, but I had to leave right now. I affectionately licked his hand and his member, looking at him with eyes heavy with sorrow.

“I promise I’ll come back, I swear. I just… I have to resolve something important.”

He smiled at me, and I hoped that, somehow, he understood. Although my hind legs protested the effort, fear gave me wings. I leaped toward the window and slipped out in silence, disappearing into the bushes.

My relationship with the two-legs was in danger and I wasn’t going to let anyone take it from me! I would catch that damned peeping tom before he reached the camp!