by Lia Connor
Perfecto. Gabriella thought she could get used to this.
Still swinging the chain from hip height, Gabriella walked past Benjamin and back to the main room of the luxurious suite. The extra sway to her rounded hips and erotic rise-and-fall of her breasts needed no special effort on her part. She thrilled from lips to toes with sensual sexuality.
They’d better keep up, no?
She turned to look over her shoulder at the two, who’d trailed out after her, both nude now and, sweet saints, so gorgeous she wondered if they were spirits walked out of a dream. A triple-X dream. Derek strode with confidence and Benjamin with wonder; both had their hands wrapped around their jutting erections, stroking slowly. The sight of their magnificent cocks, so ready to fuck her… oh, now that went to a woman’s head, didn’t it?
Gabriella rolled her head, knowing how the move sent waves of black silk hair cascading over her bared shoulders and the dip and curve of her back. Benjamin looked thunderstruck; Derek looked predatory.
Still, fantastic sex in the offering or no, they needed to get a few things straight. No way she’d set herself up for a fall with two wild Catkind who’d get their heat over with and move on.
“You do understand me, si?” Gabriella cocked her hip, slowing the twirls of the gold chain to loose, lazy arcs that Benjamin followed as if mesmerized. She laughed at him, though not cruelly. It was hard to decide whether she wanted to cuddle Benjamin or fuck him, or both. Both, she decided. No such choice was available with Derek. The gleam in his hungry eyes let her know direct and clear that he was going to have her body.
Lucky for her, she wanted his, with his strongly muscled legs and his rippling abs, just as much.
The question took a few moments to catch up with Benjamin’s thinking brain. “Understand what?” he asked absently, worshiping her with the appreciation in his stare.
Ah. “There are conditions.” Gabriella sat on the edge of the sybaritic bed, thinking better right away of sitting like a demure little girl and parting her thighs, exposing her dampened pussy. The heady scent of her own arousal flooded her senses.
What must it be like for Catkind, with their enhanced senses? Gabriella wanted to fan herself.
She dipped two fingers between the lips of her pussy and began to stroke as slowly as they had caressed their cocks before. “Conditions which you will promise to meet before we do this.”
Benjamin made a stifled noise, suspiciously like a frustrated whine. He laid his hand on Derek’s chest to restrain him after the snarl Derek loosed. Oh, so someone doesn’t like being told what to do, eh? “We’re both gentlemen here. Name the conditions.”
“Gentlemen?” Gabriella smirked at Derek, whose straining erection pointed accusingly at her. “Maybe you. I don’t know about him.”
“He’ll behave. He wants you… God, he probably wants you as much as I do.” Benjamin reached for Gabriella, too far away to touch but not denying his need. Gabriella shivered at the sensation of phantom fingers cupping her breasts. Her nipples plumped, begging the attention of a ravenous sucking mouth. “Angel Gabriella, name your conditions and name them fast, or no deal.”
“No deal?” Gabriella pouted, loving the freedom to act exactly as she pleased. “There’s a deal, all right.”
“Then get on with it. Please,” Benjamin entreated.
She toyed with the notion of tormenting the Catkind some more, then discarded it with a sigh. She didn’t want to be a cocktease even if she had every intention of letting the Catkind men plunder every sexual spot on her body. “The rules are these: you, he and I understand that this is only sex. We’re not exchanging numbers or e-mail addresses. If you roll back into town on your travels, you can come to see me. All I’m after is a good time, and I’m not dreaming of love.”
Gabriella would have thought any man would have betrayed at least a hint of relief. In her experience, absolutely no one of either gender wanted to get tied down based on a one-night stand. A quick fuck didn’t mean they’d like to pick out curtains with you.
Benjamin and Derek, on the other hand, looked briefly dismayed.
Gabriella didn’t understand, and so she moved on. She thrilled to the wanton display as she spread her thighs as far apart as she could stretch them, lowering her shoulders to the softness of the bed. Sliding a finger deep into her pussy, she moaned and raised her hips. She’d intended to rouse them to a fever pitch; instead, she’d heated her need to get fucked to a fire burning in her cunt. She drew out a long, lusty sigh.
Derek brushed Benjamin off and started for her.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Gabriella cautioned despite being almost past able to form words or commands. She needed a hot, hard cock filling her now. God, they had driven her wild, hadn’t they? “Agree. Your word that you’ll keep this just sex, no strings attached, or no deal.”
Horniness triumphed over that odd displeasure Gabriella couldn’t understand. “For now,” Derek replied, clipped and rough. “This time around, nothing but sex. Agreed.”
Gabriella wasn’t sure she understood -- or liked -- that stipulation, but Dios mio, it would have to be enough. “Good.” She rolled her hips lasciviously and thrust her fingers in her pussy, mimicking what she needed from Derek or Benjamin’s cock -- either one would suit her fine. Her fingers felt good, amazing even, but they didn’t and couldn’t compare to the real thing.
She hoped to God they didn’t have barbs like wildcats. No one she knew of had ever gotten fucked by a Catkind man. Lucky me; I get to be the first. Perfecto. Gabriella longed to be able to purr. “What are you waiting for?” she demanded, stroking her clit with the tip of her fingernail. She loved a little sting with her pleasure. “We have a deal. Now come and fuck me before I jump you.”
Derek hooted. “What did I tell you? She’s so full of fire she’ll burn you up.”
“Burn me up?” Benjamin scoffed. “And you?”
“She might even keep up with me,” Derek boasted.
“So put your money where your mouth is, and get your mouth over here. Ay!” The bed bounced violently when Derek landed above her, arms braced firmly by her shoulders.
The Catkind man leered at her, so smug and cocky that she wanted to kiss him or kill him.
He took the choices away from Gabriella by slamming his mouth down over hers. At the first hot, rough touch of Derek’s kiss, Gabriella moaned and raised her bare legs to wrap around his waist. Her pussy throbbed, desperate to have him fill her emptiness.
Derek hissed, the sound so feline and non-human that Gabriella’s already intense arousal spiked. He devoured her lips with kisses as if he’d like to eat her alive. Gabriella wished he would. She rocked her pelvis, bringing it in close contact with Derek’s massively swollen cock. He growled out a sound of triumph and draped his weight over her, rubbing his erection against Gabriella’s dripping mons.
Gabriella cried out and pushed up. “Now,” she breathed as he lifted his mouth away to start trailing scorching kisses down her throat. “Now you’re getting the idea.”
“Mmm. You make me think all kinds of nasty things.” Derek teased Gabriella with the alignment of his cockhead at her opening, but not sliding home. “Just so you know, we’re clean. Faithful to each other for years now. We can’t get any woman pregnant unless she’s in heat.”
“Ay. This isn’t heat?” Gabriella stared.
“No, sweet thing. This is all you and what you do to us.” Derek pushed the tiniest bit, tormenting her with a fleeting taste of his hardness.
Gabriella enjoyed the rush of power, then stored it aside to gloat over later. At the moment, she had a bigger agenda. She beat at Derek’s nude back, lightly downy with his soft golden fur, unable to give voice to the infuriated Spanish curses choking on her tongue.
“So worked up,” Derek said smugly. “You’d promise me anything for a taste of this.” He pushed, penetrating her with the barest intrusion of his cock.
“God! Don’t stop,” Gabriella ground out, digging her nails in the bunchi
ng, coiling muscles of Derek’s back. “Go.”
“You mean like this?” Derek slid halfway into her cunt, making her scream. Madre de Dios, he was huge! The girth of his cock was almost more than she could take.
Panting, she waited for her body to adjust. “Yes.”
Derek pushed her down before she could slam her hips up and swallow the rest of his cock. “Wait a second, angel.” He nuzzled a loose strand of damp hair away from Gabriella’s cheek. “We share around here. You don’t wanna leave Benjie out, do you?”
New heat flooded Gabriella. Thinking about and planning for rear entry, that was one thing. Being on the verge of letting a man have her ass? That was something else entirely. Be damned if it didn’t drive her wild.
“Roll over,” she ordered, pushing Derek’s chest with all the strength her shaking arms could summon. “On your side.”
“Now you’re getting the idea,” Derek crooned. He let Gabriella manhandle him, although she was certain he could have resisted if he’d wanted. The tensile strength to the Catkind man overpowered her, making her weak with lust. “Benjamin, join us.”
Gabriella sensed the presence of the taller, leaner Catkind man behind her as he slid gracefully to rest with his chest to her shoulders and the tormenting iron of his cock teasing the cleft of her ass. She hissed, bucking forward, impaling herself further on Derek’s prick.
“I won’t hurt you,” Benjamin murmured in her ear. His fingers, wet with something slick, slipped between the cheeks of Gabriella’s ass and fingered her entrance. “I can’t wait to see how you like this,” he breathed. “Be loud for me, as loud as you want.”
A slick finger penetrated her ass, the heaviness and pressure causing Gabriella’s eyelids to fly open wide. She gasped. And some women said they hated this? Were they insane?
“I knew you’d fall in love with this,” Benjamin boasted, not withdrawing his questing finger. “Say it for me.”
Gabriella laughed breathlessly. “More, give me more.” She pushed back, lamenting how it pulled her off Derek’s cock. “If you can dish it, I can take it.”
“Lusty,” Benjamin crooned in approval. He added a second slick finger, and that did hurt, but only briefly.
Gabriella closed her eyes and whimpered. She didn’t have the whole prostate thing going for her, but she hadn’t ever realized what an erotic sensation it would be to have her ass fingered.
Greedy, she complained, “It’s not enough.”
“God, you’re going to kill me.” Benjamin wrapped his free arm around Gabriella’s chest and held her steady. He tweaked her nipple, rolling it between forefinger and thumb.
A third finger penetrated her ass, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. Gabriella refused to take the chance on Benjamin “behaving” if he thought he’d hurt her. The pressure of his fingers stung slightly, yes, but at the same time it made her wild with desire. She rocked into his hand, urging him on with breathy moans and let him scissor her open.
When she could take no more, she was relieved enough to orgasm at the sudden absence of slippery fingers and the new presence of Benjamin’s hard, blunt cock pressing her stretched entrance.
“Ready?” Benjamin grunted, letting Gabriella know he asked not only her, but Derek. “Please. Say yes.”
“So ready.”
The two men stretched and angled to kiss over Gabriella’s body between them, a loud and messy kiss full of teeth and tongues and wordless growls. Gabriella hadn’t ever really considered getting off on watching two men kiss, especially if they were meant to be paying all due attention to her.
The sight shocked her in the best of every possible ways and the jolt of sexual excitement could not be denied. Gabriella shuddered, poised between the engorged cocks of her two Catkind lovers, climaxing in a rush of ecstasy.
The Catkind men laughed, male chuckles rich with satisfaction, as they parted ways. Lost to her pleasure, Gabriella was only dimly aware of the way Derek chased Benjamin’s mouth with his own, licking the man’s lower lip before it was out of reach. Derek lifted Gabriella’s upper leg and propped it at an angle to give them both perfect access.
They linked hands over Gabriella’s breast and thrust into her in perfect synchronicity.
Gabriella screamed and arched between the two hard bodies pressing her so close she was lost for breath as she reached the highest note of her wail. The Catkind men purred, rough and raspy as true wild cats, and gave her no quarter. Working in tandem, they rolled her from thrust to thrust. Their cocks set up a back-and-forth rhythm that pushed Derek’s cock deep in her soaked, pounding pussy and then back on the rigid length of Benjamin’s cock in her ass.
She was stuffed to bursting. She was going to split apart. Their hands were everywhere, extended claws scratching furrows over her breasts, her belly, her shoulders and her legs. Their Catkind mouths roved over every inch of skin they could get to, a harsh rasp of something like whiskers scraping her tingling flesh. Gabriella couldn’t see, couldn’t think, could barely breathe. The whimpers and whines escaping her sounded as if they came from someone else, but she knew they came from her own throat from the way Derek and Benjamin both grunted and fucked her harder with every cry she made.
Above her, sending Gabriella’s lust spiraling in ways she never would have imagined, they shared wet kisses and growled words at one another in a language she didn’t recognize, all sibilants and deep bass notes. The sound of the strange words inflamed her senses; the fleeting glimpses of male claws digging into hard male chests sent her over the edge a second time.
“Fuck me harder, keep fucking me, don’t stop, don’t ever stop!” Gabriella shrieked, thrashing between the searing fullness in her ass and the huge cock in her pussy. As she shrilled out her pleasure, the two stopped ever so briefly and devoured one another’s mouths with a roaring kiss.
They thrust into her as one, going as deep as they could possibly go, tight balls slapping her pussy and her ass. The Catkind men grabbed Gabriella tight enough to hurt and ground down fiercely. Loosing harsh, guttural yells in tandem, they let go and filled her from front to back with hot jets of semen.
Gabriella lost herself to the bliss, shuddering out a third completion when Derek found the coherence to pinch and twist her clit. Her vision went foggy and pink, drowning her in sensation.
She didn’t know how long she was lost to the heady orgasm, but when her eyes cleared she lay nestled snugly between the Catkind men, their heaving chests pushing her from ragged breath to ragged breath.
Their cocks were still buried in Gabriella, not enough to stop her delighted laugh from bubbling out.
Derek grunted, about as pleased as any man would be to have a woman he’d just fucked into a puddle giggling at him. “What?” he grumbled, burrowing his head against Gabriella’s swollen, sensitive breasts.
“No barbs,” Gabriella explained, dissolving into laughter.
“Humans,” Derek snorted. He bit her nipple. Behind Gabriella, Benjamin shook with silent mirth.
Gabriella stretched insofar as she could trapped front to back, her muscles rippling in satiated satisfaction. “I wish this could last forever,” she said, the desire emerging before she could think better of the words.
The Catkind men fell still. They wrapped their arms around her and around one another. She could sense their hesitation, though she didn’t know if it stemmed from displeasure or eagerness.
She found out when Benjamin kissed the nape of her neck, so soft and so gentle tears threatened to prick behind her eyelids. Madre de Dios, if only she could have this forever and for always…
“It can last forever,” he whispered, lips tickling her skin. “We can be yours, and you can be ours. All you have to do is say the word, and what we have right now can last for all time.”
“But --” Gabriella protested automatically, unable to sit up with their cocks -- which didn’t seem to be going soft at all -- still pinning her in place.
“Shh.” Derek sealed her lips with a kiss. “List
en to us, all right? Hear what we have to say, and then make up your mind.”
Gabriella’s heart pounded. “All right,” she said slowly. “Talk. I’m listening.”
Chapter Seven
“We’ve been hunting you for a long time,” Derek began, raising the heavy weight of Gabriella’s breast to his lips. He spoke around her nipple, but she understood every word he said -- when she could think around the sensations of his prickly whiskers and the coiling pressure of his lion’s tail around her ankle, tickling the sole of her foot.
She almost didn’t register the full meaning of his statement. When she did, she shoved him back out of pure reflex. “What do you mean, you’ve hunted me? Bastardo!”
“Shh, shh, shh,” Benjamin soothed, brushing the weight of Gabriella’s hair aside to rest his chin on her shoulder. He smoothed his hand in circles on her stomach. “It’s not like he makes it sound.”
Gabriella didn’t trust this, not one bit. She knew better, though, than to try and claw her way free. If the two massive Catkind men didn’t want to let her go… “All right,” she said stiffly and with great effort. “Explain.”
Benjamin must have dealt Derek a stern look, from the grimace she saw on his face. The darker Catkind man took up the thread, then, and continued. He stroked her hair as he spoke. “The Catkind race is dying. Did you know that?”
The simple statement hit Gabriella hard. Oh, no. They’d only just made themselves known to the rest of the world. If they disappeared, they’d leave such a hole behind them, it would be like all the fairytales had been striped away. It wasn’t bearable to think about. She shivered and knotted her fingers in the light pelt of fur tracing down Derek’s chest. He winced, but didn’t push her away.
“You didn’t know,” Benjamin acknowledge. “No one does except the Catkind, and out of all our thinning numbers, only Derek and I have had the nerve to face what’ll happen to our race.”