by CatNip (lit)
“Whatsa matter, girl?” By this time, Lady Jane had backed up in her large stall, refusing contact. “That’s all right, Lady Jane, I’m feeling kind of prickly myself tonight.” She carefully set the apple where Lady Jane could easily reach it.
She padded out of the barn, irritably tugging her borrowed Pink Floyd tee-shirt from her hip-rider jeans. Looking down, Lynx saw with horrified fascination she had ripped the shirt, shredded it really. Was it her imagination or had a claw emerged and retracted? Her skin tingled oddly, but it was the alluring smell on the breeze that had begun to stir that distracted her, her shirt forgotten. Musky and earthen, the wickedly enticing smell clung to her nostrils, arousing feverish impulses. Lynx’s head lifted instinctively, her body instantly attuned to the fragrant pull of the wild scent.
Simultaneously, the hair on Lynx’s body grew thicker. Lynx stared as a fine pelt began to cover her forearm. Hurriedly, Lynx pulled off her jeans, frantic now. The restraining fabric beyond bearing, she could hear her heartbeat pounding in time to the pulse of the earth. Her clothes felt claustrophobic, and surrounded by nature, she quickly shed them.
The soft swell of a cougar’s seductive call sent shivers over Lynx. Spasms and ripples contorted across her skin in response. With a shock, Lynx realized she had dropped to the ground and was answering the distinctly animalistic cry. On all fours now, the change roiled over Lynx fluidly, so rapidly a mouse forty meters away startled, squeaked, and then disappeared around the back of the barn. Her eyes caught the movement, but that was not what she sought.
Another snuff of the air and she was racing past the barn on silent paws, tracking the elusive, beckoning scent. The woods swallowed her form instantly, the trees closing in like curtains behind her. A heartbeat later, she saw the shape before her. It was coming closer with every second. She knew it, recognized it.
The larger male cougar circled her, crowding close, nose against fur. Lynx rubbed up against him, enticingly, then, just as quickly, took off at a run. The cougar was at her flanks in a flash, cutting her off in another, stalking her movements with untamed snarls, savage nips at her neck and heels that only fired her Imatu blood. She turned, swiping at the cougar with sharp claws. He came back for more.
A growl of approval emanating from close by captured Lynx’s attention, distracted momentarily from the cougar at her flank. A massive, dark amber- and gold-maned lion materialized beside them. The forest hummed in Lynx’s ears, but the low rumble of roars later turned into indistinguishable purrs.
CatCradled
A few hours later, Leo, Craig, and Lynx returned to the big barn. They quickly redressed. Leo found Lynx a spare shirt, and both men helped her into it. “Let’s get Lynx to bed,” Craig said, cradling her head to his shoulder.
“Take her on up to the house,” Leo suggested. “I need to see Demar and take care of a few things, and then I’ll be right up.”
“See you in a few, kitten,” Leo said, bending to kiss her. She threaded her hands in his hair, pulling him to her. He still tasted wild. Heat flooded her veins again, surprising her with its renewed intensity. “Go,” Leo said hoarsely, “the sooner I get done with that, the sooner I’ll be there.”
Craig pulled Lynx back, close to his side as Leo walked away. “Come here, kitten, I’ve got to stroke you first,” Craig ordered huskily.
Lynx felt her juices, slick and warm, coating her swollen clitoris, pooling in response to Craig’s sultry invitation.
Craig’s hand slipped under the hem of the long shirt and over her mound. She moaned, low and guttural. Her need igniting again and fire splintering through her blood.
He tweaked the swollen ridge of her clit between his fingers as he backed her up against the wall. Her groan was strangled as Craig’s lips came down hot and hard over hers. His tongue invaded her mouth, insistent as he rode her legs with the bulge in his jeans. The man had magic fingers in her. He swallowed each gasp she gave. Craig’s mouth worked magic of its own. Lynx couldn’t deny it. She gave in to the allure of his lips and tongue.
Her shirt was no match for Craig’s fingers, either. He smoothly worked the shirt up, off, and over her head in a smooth motion. Still manipulating raw moans from her throat with the tactile stimulation of his other hand over the mound of her pussy, Craig pressed the slippery folds apart. When he slid a soaked digit past the knuckle on a groan of his own, a hot gush of fluid eased his way.
Lynx felt her pussy throb. The spasm elicited another groan from Craig. She reached for his cock. It was beyond hard, it pulsed in her hand. She had to touch it. She wrapped her fingers around the velvety steel of his shaft.
Craig withdrew his hand from her mound and shucked his jeans. Lynx mewled in frustration at the absence of his touch.
Craig moved back to her. Lynx felt the thick crown of his cock as Craig rubbed against her, parting the slickness of her pussy. She screamed as the heavy stalk of his erection slid in on a single thrust. Craig growled satisfaction at her ear.
Then he grabbed her hips and repeated the motion silkily, surging fast and hard. She felt the wall at her back shiver on contact at his thrusts.
“I don’t want to hurt you, kitten.” Craig slowed, muttered against her face as he thrust once more. Lynx could feel his body strain with the urgency. “There’s a blanket in the tack room, come on. Now.” He nipped her ear lightly and gave a last hard teasing thrust before withdrawing.
She hurriedly led the way. Craig just as quickly spread the blanket and her. Lynx pulled him down to her, and cried out at the pleasure that began to spike as Craig sank in slowly.
His eyes connected with hers. She could feel his cock pulsing, her pussy’s slick, throbbing flesh already contracting around him. The intense pleasure only built as he stroked in and out. Lynx lost herself in the slate-blue depths of his eyes. She could see Craig’s need, his pleasure when his eyes darkened. He groaned long and low. The sound was primal, and it only made her grow wetter, wilder.
His mouth descended to hers in possessive ownership as he began tunneling into her. Her breathing quickened as Craig’s tongue and cock established a rhythm that made her body ache with the intensity. It was perfect. Craig’s thick cock rocked her clit on every deep drive while his tongue reinforced its ownership.
“So pretty,” Craig growled, breaking from the bruising kiss he gave her. He took her hands in his and drew them above her head as he bent to her breast, arching over her. The fat crest of his cock was barely inside her now.
Lynx shuddered as Craig’s lips closed over her nipple. It swelled tauter in his mouth. He suckled strongly, sending small spasms through her, racing to her sex. He groaned against her. His tongue laved the hard tip, and more shivers played up and down her skin.
He growled again, and Lynx felt the sharp scrape of his teeth. She gasped as Craig plunged suddenly. He sank balls-deep as his teeth pierced. He continued to suckle, sending shockwaves of pleasure with just a bite of pain coursing over her. His body tensed as her body bowed and arched off the blanketed floor to meet his. She felt the first hard spurt of his release as powered into her.
Her startled cry as she came was joined by Craig’s ragged groans and then Leo’s.
Still gasping from the intensity of her own orgasm, Lynx looked over, trying to focus again. Leo stood there, cock in hand, fingers glistening with the creamy fluid of his release.
“I got done sooner than I thought I would, and, kitten, that was just too sweet to watch,” Leo stated, his dick still pulsing.
She motioned Leo to her as Craig rolled to her side with a groan. “Sweet doesn’t cover it. She may have done me in with that one. I think I’ll just watch, now,” he said giving her a slow grin.
Lynx sat up as Leo came to stand beside her. Leo’s cock gave a small jerk. She guided him to her and began to lick. “Oh, goddess, Lynx. Kitten, that feels incredible,” he said hoarsely.
She only felt the pulses under her tongue a second before the slick knob of his cock extended and more juice shot onto h
er tongue.
Lynx swallowed, lapping the sweet cream, her throat working in time to Leo’s rocking motion.
“I think that was it for me too,” Leo groaned again as he shuddered one final convulsive time.
“But you’ll both be ready for another round when we get back to our room, right?” Lynx asked, keeping a straight face as Leo gave her a hand up.
Leo and Craig groaned comically, in unison.
The barn rang with her teasing laughter as the trio redressed.
Hand in hand in hand, they found their way back to their big, comfortable bed. A few hours later, too exhausted to ask for more, Lynx fell sound asleep, spooned between them. Craig’s arm was slung over her shoulder, Leo’s leg over hers. She felt secure, well-fucked, but even more loved.
~ Cat in Heat ~
The next day passed excruciatingly slowly for Lynx as the heat coursed through her body, unbidden. A wave of pure fire whipped over her. Her nipples peaked, taut against her plain tee-shirt. Wetness trickled from between her legs. She looked at the clock on the wall, near panting. It was only seven-thirty. It had only been nine long hours since Craig and Leo had left her satiated in their big bed, sleeping, to go tend to ranch chores. Nine hours, and she was feverish, she had to be. Every movement of fabric against her skin sent electric shivers racing over her.
She shimmied out of her jeans, in a hurry to shed the hot material. Her tee-shirt came next. She had to find Craig and Leo now. Her body demanded it. Lynx padded to the dresser drawer and pulled out the blue-lace camisole negligee and matching lacy thong naughty enough for her purposes. Leo and Craig had seen her off and on throughout the day in her casual clothes. Casual was not what she had in mind. Nine hours of remembering the feel of them taking her over and over had turned her blood to fire.
The big house seemed quiet. She knew Roberto and Felice had already retired to their bungalow. Demar had left to prowl the grounds. She figured her brother must have gone with Colby and Drake to toss back a few beers at their bungalow. Then she heard the low murmur of voices from the recreation room. Her ears perked up. Her heart was thudding as she listened.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Craig and Leo were playing pool, apparently. She recognized the sound of someone racking balls and their easy banter. Lynx opened the door and slipped past it into the room and light.
~ Cum Here Kitty, Kitty ~
Her eyes sparkled like diamonds. The lacy blue of the negligee embraced her curves, accentuating them. If negligees could talk, Leo thought, this one screamed, “Fuck me, please!”
Lynx looked irresistible, arousing. And he could tell Lynx was already aroused, overheated even. Leo could scent the essence of it dripping from her. He could see the sheen of perspiration that beaded her brow, the sweet, rising flush on her skin. Assailed by her alluring scent, his cock flared in recognition.
Leo licked his lips, and his tongue felt as thick as the blood-infused cock that jutted, heavy and aching against his thigh. Desire slammed through him.
Craig looked up, the pool stick falling slackly from his hand. It rolled onto the shag carpeting, but Craig didn’t seem to notice. Craig had gone hard, too, instantly. The bulge in his blue jeans was obvious. He had surely recognized Lynx’s scent of hunger, too.
Lynx parted her lips, and then swiped them nervously.
Leo bit down on his.
Oh, goddess! Craig and Drake’s eyes had also zeroed in on Lynx. The realization did nothing to stem the excitement that coursed through Leo’s system. The knowledge couldn’t seem to quell the fire between his legs.
Lynx’s nipples had tightened into personal standing invitations. Erect and pointing, the sweet tips all but shouted, “Suck me, bite me, eat me, swallow me whole, pluck and play with me.” They jutted through the sheer lace, prisoners begging for the mercy of his tongue, the release his mouth.
Drake couldn’t help but notice those. No way in hell. Leo had seen Drake fiddling with the stereo, about to put in a CD, when Lynx had made her entrance.
At the moment, all Leo could think about was her pouty lips wrapped around him and his shaft pounding deep into the warm, wet recesses of her mouth. His mouth went dry.
What must Drake be thinking?
Drake looked paralyzed. He had frozen in place, literally. Leo could only guess that if Drake moved from behind the safety of the bar, his dick would give him away.
Lynx looked from Leo to Craig to Drake and back again. She opened her mouth to speak, but what came out was between a whimper and squeak. She was definitely at a loss for words.
Leo could see Lynx had been as surprised as they were when she walked in to find the three of them. But he’d also seen the flash of desire that darkened Lynx’s eyes for a fraction of an instant when she’d met Drake’s hungry ones. Lynx was turned on by the thought, judging from the look and aroused scent of her. In full heat, her cat didn’t cringe from the idea.
Leo had never questioned Drake about his preferences. He had met one of Drake’s former lovers years before, a blond and very male lover. He would bet the farm, though, that Drake was hard as nails behind that bar. Otherwise, Leo realized, awareness dawning, Drake would have found a way to gracefully exit by now.
Well, he’d be damned.
Leo turned to Drake. “Drake, why don’t you put on some music?” He paused for emphasis. “You’ve never had the pleasure of seeing Lynx dance in private before.”
Leo’s words must have penetrated Drake’s lust-fogged brain at last, Leo figured, because Drake gulped back a groan, and then swiftly turned to the CDs.
At his quick but revealing movement, Leo saw the bulge in Drake’s jeans. It didn’t really surprise him. Leo looked over at Lynx, gauging her reaction. She still had the look of a deer caught in the headlights. She looked wide-eyed, mesmerized, and a little afraid to move. But Leo also heard the tiny hiss that escaped her lips. She was primed to blow, but unsure.
Leo pulled Lynx into the shelter of his arms. “Lynx, would Drake watching us dance turn you on, kitten?” Leo’s voice stroked her even as his fingers trailed over her lower back and hips. He slid his tongue over her parted lips before she could answer.
“Yes,” she breathed into his mouth. His tongue slid deeper, slipping and tasting, delving in deliciously widening forays as he subtly, but demandingly, inserted his leg between her legs and pushed them apart. The sounds of Eric Clapton and B.B. King drifted from the speakers.
Behind them, Craig shifted his stance, too, drawing a whimper from Lynx as his hands came up under her arms and slid to her breast. The same breasts and hard little nipples poked against his chest.
Fluidly, they began to dance. Hands, feet, and tongues slid and parried. Lynx moved between them, undulating to their touch.
Lynx gasped as Leo said, “You like that, don’t you, kitten? You love Craig’s hands on your breasts and my fingers in your pussy.”
Lynx whimpered. Her eyes fluttered open at the contact, and Leo rolled with firm and knowing pressure against the swollen knot of her clitoris. It was a bundle of slick nerves. His fingers slid under the lace and sank into her cream drenched pussy.
Her pussy spasmed around his fingers. Leo saw her eyes open wide and lock on Drake’s. Drake had positioned himself by the pool table. He leaned back like a big cat tensing to spring. His eyes had gone dark with lust. His cock strained his low-rider jeans.
Leo watched Lynx’s face. His fingers worked rhythmically, soaked in her juices. Lynx licked her lips and moaned. Her eyes had drifted downwards as if magnetized to the juncture between Drake’s thighs.
Leo’s swirled another thumb at Lynx’s nipple in lazy patterns to the seductive rhythm and beat of the song. Clapton and King were belting, “Come On” Another spasm rippled through her pussy.
Craig hooked his fingers around the thin band of Lynx’s panties. He dragged them down her legs in an erotic, drawn out stretch. Lynx stepped out of them. Craig was already moving back up against her body, tugging her negligee up with his teeth and
fingers as he went.
Leo steadied her as Craig straightened to pull the slip of fabric off. He stepped back and slid his belt out, un-looping it. Leo dropped it to the floor. He unzipped his jeans. His hands slowly, deliberately grazed his cock as it sprang free. He quickly shucked his jeans. As he watched, Craig broke off kissing Lynx so he could dispose of his clothes, too.
Craig pumped his hand over the shaft of his penis before moving back behind Lynx. Leo stood back and watched as Craig nipped Lynx’s nape. Craig parted her cheeks, spread them. His cock was jutting thickly against Lynx’s tender ass. Her eyes were dilated in anticipation.
Leo saw Drake push his jeans down and off. Drake stood there, his face flushed, arousal darkening his eyes, legs spread. He was as hard as a brick.
Leo understood Drake’s tension.
Drake moistened his lips. His eyes fluttered closed, very briefly as his hand closed over his cock. His low groan said it all.
Leo moved back to Lynx’s front. Craig had danced her against the couch. She mewled as Leo nudged the large head of his cock against her mound. He fed his cock into the hot, slick slit. It stretched over him tight. He pushed inside slowly, groaning.
Lynx whimpered again as Craig moved back into position behind her. Craig had lubed up. Craig widened his stance behind Lynx and pushed, Leo felt more spasms rippling through Lynx’s pussy and gritted his teeth. He wasn’t ready to blow, yet.
“So fucking tight,” Craig groaned as he thrust forward.
Leo groaned in unison as he felt Lynx’s pussy spasm again, and then the added friction and pressure of Craig.
“Watch Drake, kitten,” Leo drawled, dragging his lips across Lynx’s. He cupped her face and turned it gently turned it towards Drake.
Drake’s look could only be described as hungry. Drake’s hand worked up and down as he stroked. Judging from the pearly syrup coating Drake’s fingers and his heavy breathing, Drake was already close to coming.
Lynx’s breathing grew harsher.