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by Quin Perin


  I placed the tail at the end of the bed and pulled Dima onto my lap, his knees on either side of me. I cupped his ass and dragged him against my bulge, his body twitching at the sudden contact. His cock was hard as well, tenting in his black briefs.

  “I can’t wait to fuck my little kitten again,” I rasped into his ear, wiggling his ass cheeks. Dima half meowed, half yelped, bucking his crotch against mine to increase friction. He really wasn’t making it easy to control myself. “First, I’ll clean you—”

  Dima meowed again, a frustrated sound, cutting me off. I smacked one side of his ass for interrupting me, earning a moan from him.

  “I’ll clean you up, feed you, and then we’ll try it on, yeah?”

  Dima nodded but didn’t stop rolling his hips into me. His movements became more impatient, his erection rubbing against my lower stomach, over and over again. I supported him with my hands, pulling him into me, fingers digging into his cheeks. Desperate and so fucking adorable. Waves of heat swept through my veins, my breath erratic and short.

  Dima’s nails dragged down my shoulders, then sunk into the back of my neck, dry humping himself against me. His head lolled back, and his slender body rocked into mine, meows and gasps merging and making my dick impossibly hard.

  It wasn’t long until his entire body went taut and twitchy; a strangled cry rushed from his throat. His fingers scrambled for purchase, completely overwhelmed by his orgasm rolling over him. He nearly fell off of me, and I dragged him against me, holding tight. “My horny kitty,” I breathed, buzzing with lust. My cock throbbed underneath him. Dima shivered, forehead against my shoulder, panting and whimpering. However horny I was, it didn’t matter. I would wait for him to wear that tail. Wait for him to play with it, wiggle his ass up in the air, meow, and tilt his head to the side. So cute, playful, and goddamn innocent. The mere thought of it nearly drove me out of my skin.

  “Let’s clean you up, baby.”

  THIRTY

  Dima

  “So how’d you find that tail?” Tony asked in between bites of food.

  Tony and I had taken a quick shower to clean up, and then he’d dried me off and put me back in bed. While I napped—again—he had left the apartment to get us something to eat. Neither of us felt like cooking. So we’d gotten Indian food. Now we sat at the coffee table with our food, on the floor next to each other.

  Humming, I took a sip of my drink and tapped my fork against the plate. “Zoe came over, and we looked together.”

  Tony choked on his bite, gasping and laughing. “Zoe helped you pick out a sex toy?”

  “Well, yeah,” I said sheepishly. “I couldn’t ask you because then it wouldn’t have been a surprise. And like, I’m not going to ask Jan because he’s my boss, and that’s weird. Sara might have, but she’s your sister so...”

  “I guess it makes sense,” he mused. “But damn, Zoe is a good friend.”

  “The best,” I agreed. Helping me get laid. Buying sex toys. Not many friends would go quite the distance she did. “Does it match the ears?”

  “Yeah. They’re both black,” Tony confirmed.

  “But are they the same black?”

  “They’re...black.”

  Men. I could only hope they were near enough the same shade so that they matched perfectly. Tony might be the one person who would see me in them, but that was no excuse to look sloppy. I wanted to be a stylish kitty.

  “You’re pouting.”

  “Am not.”

  Tony snickered and kissed my cheek. “Pouting,” he whispered.

  “Shut it.” I whacked in his general direction.

  His laughter turned silent, but I could still feel it. Scowling, I slid my fork across my plate. The hunger pains in my stomach had ebbed. I could still have eaten more, but I didn’t want a heavy meal on my stomach when Tony fucked me. Because he was going to fuck me. I’d gotten the plug, and I was going to try it out. That was all there was to it.

  Pushing my plate away from me, I rose to my feet and stretched out. “You can do the dishes,” I decided. “Make sure to leave them in the dish drainer so I can put them up.”

  “And where are you going?” he asked, fingers encasing my ankle and holding it tightly.

  “To shower.”

  “We already showered.” Tony huffed. “I don’t want you to go.”

  “We took a quick shower,” I pointed out, shaking my foot to try and break free. He didn’t let me go. “Now I’m going to go and take a proper shower.”

  “What’s a proper shower?” he asked, oblivious.

  I quirked an eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest. “A proper shower. To get ready for you.”

  “Ready for me? You’re clean.”

  I could tell he didn’t quite understand what I was talking about, and I was sure he had a blank expression on his face. All I could think again was...men.

  One more kick and I freed my foot, stepping away from him. “I’m going to clean and prep myself and try out that plug.”

  Silence as Tony finally put it together. “Oooh.” Realization dawned in his voice. “Right. Want some help with that? That plug is going to take a lot of work.”

  “No.” I laughed. “You already ruined your surprise once. So you stay out here and wait.”

  “But—”

  “Nope. Stay,” I ordered, and he grumbled.

  “Fine.”

  I’d cleaned myself up and was about to finish my shower when I heard the door open. Stomping my foot, I turned and glowered. “I told you n—”

  “Sh. Don’t.” Tony cut me off with a hum, opening the shower curtain.

  There was a gust of cold air that faded as he got in. He snaked his hand around the back of my neck and drew me close. His other hand went to my ass, cupping a cheek and squeezing. “Tony.” My scolding was far breathier than I’d wanted.

  “Are you all cleaned up?” He ignored my protest, sliding his fingers between my cheeks and brushing over my hole.

  I rested my forehead on his chest. “I was about to get out of the shower,” I mumbled. Tony had way too much control over me. It was something I hated yet also craved. He wanted to take care of me and touch me. And I wanted him to. It was a good feeling.

  “You can stay in a little longer.” He’d gone all husky in that way that made my knees go all funny.

  “Little longer,” I agreed, letting out a sigh as he prodded at my entrance.

  “Such a good kitty,” he murmured.

  Tony pulled his fingers away, dancing them up my side and across my shoulder. I nearly fell when he brushed them over my throat. He hummed and then pressed them to my lips.

  I parted them, and he slipped his fingers into my mouth. My eyes closed, a shudder running through me as he thrust them in slowly, trailing them across my tongue. He placed a smiling kiss to my forehead, removing his fingers.

  “You are impossibly beautiful,” he whispered, making my face flush. “And you’re going to make such lovely sounds for me.”

  As he slapped his free hand onto my ass, my hips jerked.

  “Oh,” I breathed, wiggling back.

  “You like that?” Tony lilted, smacking once more. His grip tightened, spreading my cheeks apart with one hand.

  A saliva-slick finger grazed across my pucker, and I instantly buried my face back into his chest. My hands gripped him, holding on to his arms. He dropped his chin to my hair, wiggling his finger in with relative ease. I’d already started prepping myself, so he didn’t have much work.

  Water fell around us, and I tasted it on his collarbone.

  We didn’t speak. He worked his fingers in slow, first the one and then two, thrusting them deeply. With my fingers digging into his biceps, I moaned and rocked against him. Not fast or frantic. A tender moment.

  And as nice as it was, I had to stop it. After weak protests, he left, and I made my way into the bedroom, leaving a trail of water drops across the floor.

  With my ass in the air and chest on the bed, I kept getting ta
ngled in the tail while working the plug in. Tony had offered to help, but I still yearned for that surprise moment, of him seeing me with my ears and the tail, transformed into his little kitten. The fluffy fabric tickled my skin, making me squirm. After much whining and frustration, I finally got the thick plug in. Gasp.

  It was big, bigger than my old one, and I definitely needed to invest in one without the fluffy accessory. It hurt, but the idea of Tony being able to take it out and fuck me right away more than made up for that. The tip of the tail brushed right beneath my knees as I got off of the bed, swaying as I walked. It made me smile. I picked up the ears from where I’d set them on the bed and placed them on my head, adjusting them carefully. I wanted to look myself over in the mirror, make sure nothing was out of place. Sadly, this wasn’t something I could call Zoe for. Though...no, definitely not.

  Tail and cock bouncing with my steps, I headed toward the closed bedroom door. I cracked it open and then fell to my knees. Hands on the floor. Ass back up in the air with the tail peeking from between my cheeks. It dragged along as I shouldered the door open. A shuffling sound from the couch directed my attention. With a quiet, inquisitive meow, I made my way toward Tony.

  It felt like he held his breath. Everything so quiet.

  And then he let out a long sigh, and I heard him stand up from the couch. “Fuck,” Tony groaned. “Dima…”

  Tony

  I’d seen Dima with the ears before, waiting for me when I entered the apartment. But this was different. I had changed into the black sweatpants I had brought, leg bouncing and cock chubby at the prospect of what was about to happen. Ever since our encounter in the bedroom, I was in a constant state of horniness. Picturing Dima working that plug in caused a familiar tension to settle in my balls. I was so impatient I thought I would explode.

  The door opened. I glanced up. My knee stilled, and I pushed up to my feet.

  He was right there, on all fours. Dima sat back on his haunches and reached for his tail to play with. In no time, my cock grew from interested to steel hard, my heart pounding blood to the center of my body. My loins burned, and that tension in my balls coiled as I stepped forward, bare feet, bare chest. Just wearing those pants, not even underwear. What we were doing was crazy. We’d created a kinky bubble around us in such a short amount of time. I freaking loved it.

  Dima played with his tail, flicked it, nuzzled it, and then screwed his nose up. It would have been adorable if it weren’t for his dark pink cock jutting from his body. It completely profaned the cute, innocent image. I lowered to my knees in front of him, adjusting my hard-on against my thigh; it throbbed with my heartbeat. Goddamn, I couldn’t even keep count of how many times I’d been hard in the last 48 hours.

  “Hey, baby,” I hummed, catching his attention. He looked up with those almond-shaped eyes, all dark and hungry, playing coy. Oh, boy. Dima meowed softly, nostrils flaring, fingers reaching for my thigh. I looked at him, his lean chest, the whiskers on his upper lip from not having shaved in a while. Pointy ears, a rosy shade tinting his pale cheeks. I touched his shoulders and fanned both of my hands across his chest, examining his skin. Dima melted into my touch as I thumbed his hard nipples and noticed how his cock jumped proudly.

  “You’re such a pretty kitty,” I told him, in awe with his presence and the way he tilted his head and purred. Shivers zipped down my spine; my cock flexed beneath the soft fabric of my pants. Dima seemed to notice because his fingers rested right there, against the inside of my thigh. He squirmed at the stretch of the fabric, clawing at it. Desperate for it. I grinned and slid my hands lower, to his cock and balls.

  Instantly, his forehead landed on my shoulder, rubbing and pushing while I fondled his heated flesh. He was so hard I could easily snap his cock back against his stomach, eager and needy, pointing right up at me. I wanted him across my lap, have him feel my erection against his ass and tail while I worked on his balls.

  I scooted back so I could lean against the front of the couch and dragged him with me. Dima whimpered softly as I draped him sideways across my lap, my knees angled, wedging him between my thighs and chest. My cock leaked and pulsed inside its confines, and for a moment, I wondered if I was a masochist, torturing myself with rising anticipation. Balls so heavy and full I couldn’t wait to come inside him. If I could just fuck him without a condom...

  Dima’s lips had already latched on to my nipple by the time I got my right hand back on his cock. His shoulder against my biceps, my nipple piercing flicking up and down as he licked and sucked on it. Another round of goose bumps rolled over me from head to toe. I pumped his cock with one hand, my fingers engulfing it completely, thumb drawing little circles across the tip and spreading the dot of precum. Dima bucked his hips, little puffs of air hitching from between his lips, causing my nipples to harden. His tail tickled my hipbone, making me bite back a chuckle when he lifted his legs to give me easy access to his balls and...tail.

  I pushed his knees farther toward his chest, having him drop his head back, eyes fluttering closed. I examined his stretched hole by cupping his balls and pulling them upward. Dima gasped, thighs opening slightly. I pushed them back together, increasing the pressure on his cock and balls as I fingered the thick plug in his ass. I grabbed his tail and, with the ball of my hand, rolled the toy from side to side inside him.

  Dima writhed against me, back arching, toes spreading before they twitched and curled. As I fucked him with the plug, rubbing it deep into him with his thighs locked together, his cock and balls darkened in color. His entire body stiffened, the muscles of his legs tensing, his stomach taut, hands pressed against my chest, balling up.

  Watching him almost brought me over the edge, more precum dripping against my thigh, just like his juices clung to my stomach whenever he rutted against me. He’d turned from his back onto his side on my lap, his front against mine, legs angled, tail resting on the floor.

  I pressed the plug harder into him, my biceps flexing at how I fucked him with it. Dima’s lips were one thin line, cheeks and neck red, nails scratching at every inch of skin he could find. He yelped in pleasure, mouth falling open as I hit the same spot over and over again. I’d found the right angle, and I was going to take advantage.

  “Fuck,” I growled and turned him onto his stomach, with his ass up in the air, as if I was gonna spank him. His ass cheeks tensed around the toy, and his hot hard-on rubbed against my thighs. His hands gripped the side of my sweatpants, head dipping forward with those perfect little ears sticking up from his hair. As I continued, Dima panted and cried out silently, head jerking back. He was close. I could tell. His breathing was hard and ragged, body tense, ass clenching around the intrusion.

  “You like it when Daddy plays with your tail, don’t you?” I rasped, lifting his head by gripping a fistful of his hair. He couldn’t nod in the position I held him in, so he did the next best thing.

  “Meow.”

  He wiggled his ass suggestively, and I lost it. Red blazed through my vision. I had to fuck him. Now. I pulled him off of me and hoisted him up so he could rest his chest against the pillows on the couch, knees still on the hard floor. Once he found his position, I spun around and, with shaking hands, fetched the pack of condoms I had placed on the coffee table behind us. The savage in me took over. There was nothing I could do about it. I dragged my sweatpants down to my knees and positioned myself behind him. My dick sprang free, too heavy to point up, but surely hard as a rock.

  I shuffled closer on my knees, the fabric around my thighs constricting my movements, but fuck, I didn’t care. I gave my rigid cock a few tugs and slid the condom on, my heart hammering so hard I thought I was gonna pass out any second now. Rougher than intended, I yanked Dima into position, one hand on his tailbone, the second one carefully popping the plug out of his stretched hole.

  “Me-h-ow!”

  I moaned low, the plug glistening with lube as I let it drop between us. The tail grazed my thighs. I couldn’t think, couldn’t hear, or stop
myself anymore. I grabbed my dick and lined us up, instantly adding pressure to his slick hole. My hips snapped forward, and his pucker gave way sooner than expected. I thrust in deep; Dima yelped and gasped, back arching. I forced him back down onto the couch, gripping his hair and tilting his head so the pillows muffled any sounds he made.

  Then I fucked him.

  Slammed into him until my balls collided with his ass. Over and over again, so hard he turned his head to the side, panting for air. His body rocked with each thrust while I watched my cock disappear between those round cheeks, his muscle stretched impossibly. How the hell I fit inside him, I had no idea. Neither did I care.

  With another slam of my hips, I bottomed out and stayed right there. That’s right. Take all of it. Breathing roughly, I twisted my fingers in his hair and tore him off the couch, his back curving beautifully. Sweat on his skin, thighs inching apart. His ass clenched around me, his pucker gripping the base of my erection.

  We were still for a moment while I fought down my raging orgasm. Dima’s head was inclined back, the sight of his pointy ears teasing me. When I pulled my hand off his hair, I grabbed his throat instead. A loud groan rumbled from him, every fiber of my being tensed at the human sound. I gave him another thrust, barely pulling out before I plowed my dick back inside. “You like that, baby?” I growled, my voice hoarse with lust and frenzy. I closed my hand around his throat but not to take his air away. No. To show him he was mine. That he belonged to me.

  If he wanted to breathe, it was my decision.

  And if he wanted to come, I would decide that too.

  I drilled into him, this time without mercy, animal-like, skin against skin, my balls smacking against his ass. In my ecstasy, I owned him, made him mine, gave him the pounding of his life. Dima cried out and clawed at the hand around his throat, his threatening orgasm clear in his voice while I couldn’t stop jamming my dick into his tight, little ass. Without touching himself, Dima suddenly twitched and stiffened.

 

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