Chapter 9 – Suck Hard to Show Love

The flavor was something I still found difficult to process, a complex blend that vaguely recalled what I had tasted in the forest, but now, on my lips, it felt like an exclusive delicacy I never wanted to surrender.

With my tongue lingering slowly over the tip of his manhood, I trapped more of his length between my paws. I inhaled deeply, needing to check if the musk pooling between his thighs was as intense as the scent emanating from his sex. My tail twitched restlessly, a whip of nerves and desire cutting through the air. It was impossible for me to pull away from this two-legs, not even in the hypothetical scenario that my sanity demanded it.

I had had an exhausting day, one of those that leave your claws dull and your soul torn to pieces. The outside world was a gray, noisy blur that no longer mattered to me. Only this existed for me now: the warm shadows of the two-legs’ den, the musky aroma of his skin, and the steady throb of his desire beneath my lips. And I wasn’t complaining.

But I needed to surrender completely.

To be just a cat in heat, ruled by scent and necessity, surrendered to the dominance of her two-legs. He was the only one capable of soothing the burning in my blood with a single touch.

I settled back on my hocks between his extended limbs. My ears pinned back, vibrating subtly as his fingers, heavy, clawless, yet strangely warm, wrapped around the base of my skull and stroked the sensitive cartilage. I closed my eyes and let out a rough, thick purr, a pectoral vibration so deep it echoed directly against the skin of his thigh. It was my submission, the surrender of my territorial space, the proof that this mating was sacred to me.

My front paws pressed with reverence against his flesh. I felt the map of his muscles tighten beneath my pads. I wasn’t going to mark him with my claws. I only sought a firm point of support, anchoring my feline weight to his body while I continued my adoration.

His cock was already hard, thick, and throbbing in front of me. I stared at it with devout hunger, like someone contemplating something divine. It was perfect: veiny, heavy, with that swollen head gleaming with a bead of precum that made me salivate instantly.

I leaned in slowly, first brushing my nose against the base, inhaling his deep, masculine scent that made me wet without remedy. My cunt burned, drenched, contracting around nothingness, begging to be filled later. But not yet. First, I had to warm him up.

I darted my rough tongue out and dragged it from root to tip with tortuous slowness, feeling every swollen vein beneath the raspy texture of my tongue. A husky groan escaped his throat. That made me even hotter.

I repeated the movement, again and again, licking with an almost religious devotion, circling the glans, pressing the tip of my tongue against the slit to taste his hot, salty essence. My whiskers brushed his thighs as I opened my mouth wider and engulfed him.

“Mrooow…” I purred around his flesh, the sound vibrating directly against his cock.

I took him deeper, sliding him over my hot, wet tongue. My jaws closed around him like a velvety glove, sucking with a firm, rhythmic pressure. I bobbed my head up and down with devotion, tilting it slightly so my rough tongue would rub against every sensitive inch.

I could feel him swelling even larger inside my mouth, his pulse quickening against my palate. Every time I took him all the way down, I let his head press deep into my throat, triggering soft gags that squeezed deliciously around him. I didn’t pull away. On the contrary, I pushed back harder, wanting him to use me, to fill my mouth until tears blurred my vision.

His hands tangled into my fur, gripping the scruff of my neck with that perfect mixture of tenderness and dominance that drove me wild. He held me there, pinning me against his pelvis while I swallowed around his thickness, my throat contracting rhythmically. The taste of his skin, the scent of his desire, the weight of his cock on my tongue, everything intoxicated me. I was his.

Completely his.

I redoubled my efforts. I sucked with more hunger, more devotion, bobbing my head faster while my front paws massaged his thighs, my claws barely grazing his skin in a dangerous, controlled caress. My tongue never stopped: it licked the underside while I suctioned, swirled around the glans on every upward stroke, and pressed against his thickest vein on every downward plunge. Warm saliva escaped the corners of my lips, dripping down his length and soaking his balls. I didn’t care about the mess. I wanted to be filthy with him, marked by his scent.

I could feel my own cunt throbbing violently, soaking the surface beneath me. My hips moved on their own, searching for friction they couldn’t find, but there was no relief for my heat. This moment was solely for him. To please him, to adore him. I wanted him to remember every lick, every suction, every muffled purr vibrating around his cock as proof of my absolute surrender.

If I kept doing this, he wouldn’t abandon me, and I wouldn’t leave him either, that much was certain.

He began to move his hips, fucking my mouth with controlled yet deep thrusts. I surrendered completely, relaxing my throat, letting him use me like a warm, willing doll. My ears were pinned flat against my skull with pleasure, my eyes half-closed as I looked up at him with feline adoration. Every time he bottomed out inside me, I let out a long, vibrating moan, knowing the vibrations drove him crazy.

“More… please…” I begged mentally, though only a muffled, wet whimper escaped.

His fingers tightened in my fur. His breathing grew ragged, his thighs turning hard as stone beneath my paws. I knew he was close. That only stoked the fire burning inside me. I sucked with more fervor, faster, wetter. My rough tongue mercilessly rubbed every throbbing vein, my lips suctioning with possessive force, and my throat massaging him over and over, milking him with hungry devotion.

A deep, savage growl escaped his chest. He thrust one last time, holding me firmly against him as his cock pulsed violently between my lips. The first potent jet, thick and hot, hit the very back of my throat. I groaned in pure feline ecstasy, swallowing greedily, refusing to waste a single drop.

Spurt after spurt flooded my mouth, filling me, marking me from the inside. His strong, salty, masculine taste spilled over my tongue while I continued to suction gently, prolonging his pleasure until his entire body trembled.

Only when his grip finally loosened did I pull my mouth away with reverent slowness. A thick string of saliva and semen connected us for a brief moment, glistening and obscene, before snapping and dripping onto my chin. I didn’t wipe it away. I wanted to wear his mark.

I kept my mouth parted slightly, savoring him. The thick, sticky blend of his semen and my saliva swirled over my tongue, dense, hot, with a distinct and addictive flavor. I closed my eyes and swallowed slowly, letting the heavy fluid slide down my throat. I felt a delicious warmth settle deep in my belly, as if his essence were setting me on fire from within. My stomach grew warm, heavy, and satisfied, marked from the inside out.

But my body was far from satiated. On the contrary, my cunt pulsed hard, drenched and hypersensitive. A hot trickle of my own juices escaped between my hind legs, dripping uncontrollably onto the sheets. I was staining his nest, my two-legs’ sacred place, with my scent of a female cat in heat. I couldn’t help it. And that touch of shame only turned me on more.

The need was almost unbearable. My cunt tingled so intensely that for a moment I felt like I was going to piss myself from pure pleasure, as if my body wanted to mark everything: the bed, his thighs, his scent. A feral instinct surged through me. I wanted to rub myself against him, to scent-mark every surface, but above all, I wanted him inside me again.

Panting, my muzzle and chest soaked in our slick mess, I scent-checked his still semi-erect cock, glistening with my spit. My ears pinned flat against my head from sheer need. With renewed ferocity, I wrapped both of my front paws around his thickness, keeping my claws retracted but pressing my pads hungrily against him. I kneaded him firmly, feeling him still pulsing, hot and alive between my soft, furry paws.

“I’m not done…” I purred, my voice broken, anxious, bordering on a growl.

I began to stroke him with slow but deliberate movements at first, moving my paws up and down with devotion, squeezing just enough to feel him harden right back up beneath my touch.

I sniffed his balls intently, burying my muzzle between them, inhaling that heavy, musky, masculine scent that drove me wild. My collar jingled with every movement of my head, a metallic chime blending with our heavy panting.

I wanted more. I needed him inside me, but first… first I was going to worship him until he begged.

I didn’t stop sniffing; this scent completely intoxicated me. Humans smell so… so strong, so different, so male. My collar chimed as I shifted, a metallic ring that drowned in the frantic thumping of my heart. I was drooling, but I didn’t care anymore. He liked it, and so did I, and that was the only thing that mattered.

I felt a stream of his semen spill down my back, and I just let out a soft laugh. It was a mark of possession now, one I had absolutely no intention of cleaning off.

I opened my mouth and took one of his testicles, swirling my tongue gently around it. They were firm, heavy at the base, but incredibly sensitive near the shaft.

I wondered, for just a second, when I had become so fascinated by human anatomy. I had always been warned to stay away from them, that we weren’t the same, but none of that mattered when I had him like this. Aren’t we all just animals anyway? Please.

I returned to the assault with renewed hunger. I licked from the base upward, dragging my rough, hot tongue along his entire length, feeling every thick vein beneath my raspy texture. I moved up slowly, torturing him, until I captured the swollen head between my lips and sank him deep into my mouth once more.

But this time, I wasn’t gentle.

Noticing he hadn’t come yet, something wild snapped inside me. I growled low around his flesh and turned aggressive. I plunged down hard, swallowing him whole until his head struck repeatedly against the back of my throat. Every deep thrust triggered a wet gag that clamped my throat tightly around him. Tears of effort welled in the corners of my eyes, wetting my fur, but I didn’t stop. Instead, I used them as fuel.

My tongue worked relentlessly, curling around his thickness, rubbing hard against the sensitive underside, licking and pressing the veins that throbbed faster and faster.

My lips sealed around him like a hot, tight ring, suctioning with brutal force as I bobbed my head in a frantic rhythm. Up and down, over and over, showing no mercy. My front paws gripped his thighs, digging my pads in for better leverage to push myself even deeper.

“Come on…” I growled against his skin, my voice muffled and vibrating. “Give it all to me… Cum for me. I need you. Please…”

My purr grew deeper, heavier. It vibrated from the very depths of my chest, making my entire throat tremble and throb around his cock like a living engine of pleasure. Every time I bottomed out, I pressed my muzzle hard against his pelvis, burying my nose into his thick, warm pubic hair. His masculine scent overwhelmed me completely.

I felt his body suddenly seize. His cock swelled even larger inside my mouth, and finally, he gave in.

Spliiirt…

The first potent jet exploded against the back of my throat. I groaned in pure feline ecstasy and shoved myself harder against him, burying my muzzle into his crotch until my lips pressed flat against his skin.

My throat clamped down hard around his glans, suctioning and massaging every single pulse, milking him without mercy. I swallowed again and again, feeling the hot, thick streams rush straight down into my belly, filling me, marking me from the inside. My tail thrashed wildly in the air, demanding even more of my prize.

I didn’t pull away. I kept pushing myself against him, purring with escalating intensity, sending deep vibrations through his entire length while my throat squeezed and suctioned out every last drop. Tears streamed down my cheeks, saliva and semen mixing on my lips, but I could only purr louder, happier, completely surrendered.

When the last spasms ceased, I kept his cock inside my mouth for a few seconds longer, licking every remaining drop of his essence with reverent slowness. Only then did I pull away slowly, letting my lips slide along his glistening length. I was panting heavily, my muzzle soaked and shiny, my chest heaving.

I crawled upward with lazy, feline movements, my body still trembling with pleasure. My front paws sank softly into the sheets as I walked over him, brushing my fur against his hot skin. I rested my head on his thigh, right beside his still-swollen, warm balls, and let out a low, satisfied purr. His scent enveloped me completely: sweat, semen, and that distinct masculine aroma of his that intoxicated me.

For a moment, I tried to relax. I sighed deeply, inhaling the warm, thick air of the den through my nose. It smelled of us. Of sex, of mingled fluids, of my spit and the semen that still lingered on my muzzle and in my throat. That strong, animalistic smell made me shiver with delight.

His hands then slid down my spine, slow and possessive. When they reached my flanks, I let out a soft, trembling mew.

“Mrrraaaw…”

His fingers gently squeezed the soft, warm flesh of my hindquarters, kneading them, spreading them slightly apart. Every squeeze sent small electric jolts of pleasure straight up my spine.

He certainly was mischievous…

My tail twitched restlessly from side to side, completely enamored. Then, one of his hands slid lower, and his fingers found my soaking wet vulva. He began to stroke me in slow, precise circles right over my swollen flesh.

The pleasure was immediate and intense. I arched my back instinctively and lifted my rear higher, offering myself completely. My hind legs spread a bit wider, exposing my throbbing core.

He didn’t give me time to prepare. With a firm but smooth movement, the two-legs flipped me over in his nest. Suddenly I was face down, my chest pressed against the bed and my ass high in the air. I felt his hot, heavy breath very close to my open cunt. He took a second to admire it: my pink flesh, glistening with my own slick, contracting visibly with anticipation under his gaze.

And then he lunged.

The last thing I remembered before completely losing my sanity was the sensation of his mouth devouring me as if I were the most exquisite delicacy in the world. His hot, skilled tongue traced my cunt from bottom to top, licking with deep hunger, parting my fur and burying his tongue inside me, sucking my clit, penetrating me with his tongue, and growling against my sensitive flesh.

“M-Mrooaaaw…” I moaned, my voice broken with pleasure, while my entire world narrowed down to his mouth devouring me without mercy.

Was this… was this what my life would be like if I were a kittypet?