"Careful, there. Don't let any of that go to waste." She pointed at the growing lake in the middle of walnut slats.
He stammered and slipped in the spilled ale, much to Muca's amusement. He stumbled and stood, mug overflowing and dripping ale onto the wet floor. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of top of his shirt as he breathed deeply. Muca grinned with delight. She stole his breath. He squirmed, adjusting the top of his tight slacks, which couldn't hold his growing erection.
She loved transforming in front of a captive audience because she relished watching men and women lick their lips in bald lust. She liked watching them try in vain to keep from staring at her huge breasts. It didn't matter to her whether the enraptured person was a man or a woman – she enjoyed the heat that rose in the room at the sight of her transformation. More than anything, she loved to approach aroused men and women and seduce them when they were at their most vulnerable.
Men often walked into beams, drove into rivers, or stumbled over their own feet when they saw her switch from a large, spotted tawny feline into a tall, voluptuous ginger-haired vixen. Women absent-mindedly fondled their breasts or tousled their hair, eyes at half-mast, cheeks flushed, and moist lips plump and rosy with lust. Pints paused halfway to their lips and eyes open wide, the men could only stare at her, both in amazement and in bald arousal. She knew the look and she loved seeing it when it presented itself.
As usual, it took a woman to snap the stupefied men out of their trance. The delicious woman Muca had watched nurse her infant poured herself a pint. Muca eyed her with interest. She had indeed lost all her baby weight. Broad hips filled out a flouncing skirt, capped by a wide leather belt cinching her small waist. Her white cotton blouse slipped off her shoulders, revealing deep cleavage and full, firm, milk-filled breasts. Muca wanted to ditch the ale and taste a little motherly ambrosia.
"C'mon, boys, she doesn't have anything you haven't seen before. Not that you have much luck with the ladies in these parts." They continued to gape at Muca, who couldn't control her giggles. "Well, maybe her change was a bit much for you, huh lads?"
"We're still coping with your change, love," one of the men said. "How about you come over here and give us a taste?"
"That wouldn't be polite," she teased and looked Muca directly in the eye. "Ladies first."
Muca's blinked her eyes and stared at the woman. Am I that obvious? "Are you offering?"
"You've been begging for a suck since I saw you in the field a few hours ago. I can see it in your face. Trust me, I know the look. The lads give it to me all the time."
Muca's heart skipped a few beats as she sauntered towards the lovely woman. Her mouth watered as she thought of wrapping her lips around those magnificent globes. "Well, if you insist…"
One of the men, a strapping lad with muscles rippling his arms and along his ribs, grasped the woman by the upper arms, pulling her backwards against him. His long black hair fell in his face but not enough to hide his shining emerald eyes from Muca. Once I'm done with this beautiful lady, I'll take him on the banquet table. Held prisoner in his grasp, the woman thrust her chest at Muca, who lowered her blouse until enormous sun-kissed breasts lay uncovered, cool air brushing brown nipples, hardening them.
Muca grasped the right breast, lifting it as she wrapped her lips around the hard nipple. She didn't need to suck much before sweet, warm milk flowed in her mouth. How many years had it been since she tasted a mother's milk? As she sucked, small hands kneaded her full breasts. And then a pointed tongue flicked her earlobe as the woman whispered in her ear.
"My name is Francesca. You are delicious. Let them suck on you. They love to do that."
Imagining several men tend to her sexual needs excited her. Muca purred in her ear. "I'm Muca, and I certainly will let them if they wish."
Francesca laughed rang like chimes in her ear. "Muca means "cat" in Romany. If you don't want to tell me your real name, that's all well and good, Muca. Just enjoy all of us, especially if you're able to get us out from under Derp's rule. He's horrid."
"I understand that. My Marquis shall deliver for you. I'll see to it. Now let me finger you until you come."
Francesca's cool fingers wrapped around her hand as she guided her arm to her legs. She lifted her skirts until they bunched around her waist. Her nipples hardened as Muca's hand approached her smooth thighs.
Muca slid her hand beneath Francesca's skirts, seeking the warmth between her legs. Her palm found thighs strong from years of fieldwork. Fingers crept along soft skin until they parted her folds. Francesca's deep moans reverberated in her ear as she squeezed and suckled her breast, life's sustenance flowing into her mouth. Muca found Francesca's clit and she rubbed in circles until the bud stood on end. As she tended to Francesca's body, the new mother's hands kneaded her own breasts, first one, then the other. Fire burned in her groin, needing a good stoking.
She lifted her head from Francesca's breast to see the emerald-eyed one watching her every move. With a smile, she wiped the back of her hand against her mouth to remove a few droplets of milk, and asked him his name.
"Gyorgy. I've never met a woman like you before."
Muca laughed, a light-hearted sound. He smiled. "I doubt anyone in these parts has, my Gyorgy. Do you want me?'
Gyorgy's eyes opened wide, flashing sharp emerald green that seemed to glow from their sockets. He took in a few quick gasps, a blush rising on his massive hairy chest. That blush traveled to his cheeks, adding a rosy glow to his tanned and chiseled features. He licked his lips as he stared at her breasts. Her nipples hardened at his attention.
"Of course he wants you," Francesca said. "My lover wants all the alpha females."
Muca pulled back and eyed them. Her pulse raced in her chest. A thrill of wanton excitement ran over her skin, making her arms erupt in goose bumps. Already aroused, her pussy grew so hot and wet she wanted to wrestle him to the ground and take him right there in front of the crowd. So Francesca enjoyed an open marriage? She seemed to prefer men who looked like her. Both Francesca and her lover had pitch black hair, golden skin, large green eyes, and heart-shaped faces. Broad shouldered and broad-hipped, they exuded an animal magnetism Muca had not often seen in the neighboring villages. Ah, to make love to both of these delicious creatures! They don't seem to mind sharing. I don't mind either. But are they game?
His amorous grin told her all she needed to know. "Of course I want you. So does my lover. What kind of question is that?"
"Then get to work, boy. My pussy needs taming."
Without another word, Gyorgy released Francesca, only to be replaced by an even buffer, tanned farmer who held her arms fast. She arched her back, giving Muca greater access to those incredible breasts whilst Francesca's lips met his in a passionate kiss. Such bald lust roiled Muca's blood, arousing her even more. When Gyorgy's tongue found her cleft, she groaned against Francesca's soft belly.
His pointed tongue flicked against her bud with an expertise she didn’t expect to find in someone so young. He couldn't have been more than twenty-one. His strong arms forced her legs apart, giving him greater access to her treasures. Two fingers slipped inside her, thrusting gently as he nibbled on her clit. She tightened around his fingers, nearly pushing them out, but he held his place. He massaged her bud with his thumb, whilst his talented fingers curved inside her to find the sweet spot that drove her wild.
She lowered her mouth from Francesca's breasts until she faced her bush. Curly ebony hair captured the rich scent of her sex, and Muca inhaled deeply to take in the luxurious aroma. Knowing the woman likely felt tender only months after giving birth, Muca treated her with a delicate yet sensuous touch. Her clit played peek-a-boo while Muca searched for it with her fingers. When it revealed its little head, she flicked her tongue over it once, then twice for good measure. A little nibble there, a little bite there, and Francesca melted in her mouth in no time.
While she prepared the young mother for more strenuous love play, Francesca writhed beneat
h her, soft moans reaching he ears as she lapped at the woman's clit. Her lips grew warm and plump as she sucked and licked, clit hardening and raising to meet her tongue. Nothing pleased Muca more than a lover's reaction to her expert touch. Gyorgy's tongue worked wonders on her own lips and clit, warming her up so quickly she demanded penetration from more than a mere two fingers. He grabbed Muca by the tops of her boots, and shoved her kneeling onto the ground.
"My Puss in Boots has a hot little pussy eager for my touch," Muca bit her lip to keep from laughing. Why is it when men are aroused they say the most ridiculous things?
"You're doing fine, Gyorgy. You'll go places with your talented tongue. How old are you? You're young for someone with so much expertise in pleasing a woman."
"I'm twenty years old this past summer. And I'm going nowhere but between your thighs, kitty." As he buried his face in her mound, she lifted her bum to give him better access.
So he's younger than I thought! I haven't had a young lover in a very long time. Between Francesca and Gyorgy, I'll never get any sleep. She tightened around his fingers as he thrust them home against her most sensitive spot. So intent upon her own arousal was she, that she had forgotten to pleasure Francesca, who tapped her on the top of her head to remind her to get her tongue in working order. Muca giggled and licked her from one end of her warm slit to the other, making Francesca shiver with delight.
"Keep that tongue working on me, kitty." Francesca growled in the heat of her lust. Muca tightened her own pussy as the delightful voice purred in her ears. "You're amazing. And that tongue! Just a little rough, being you're a saucy pussy."
True, even after transformation her tongue never became completely smooth. When a new lover experienced her textured touch for the first time, she enjoyed the moaning, crying, and agonized writhing. Francesca's body twisted and tightened as Muca went down on her. Muca turned into a quivering and aroused bundle of lust.
Gyorgy entered her without warning. She straightened her back, momentarily losing track of her ministrations to Francesca. Not many men took her by surprise in this manner, and she tightened around him at the excitement of being grabbed and pinned. She liked the way he took charge, taking her without asking permission, although she would have given him her body if he asked. That he didn't, made her want to turn on him and fuck him until he came hard inside her.
His cock was thick and rigid, filling her to the brim. He thrust into her, all the while strumming her clit with his fingers, driving her mad with ecstasy. She writhed in his grip, his expert thrusting and fingering bringing forth erotic sensations she hadn't felt in far too long. She plunged her fingers deep inside Francesca, and the woman wriggled as Muca went work on her core. Her bud stood erect in her mouth as she nibbled and sucked. A few fingers found their way to her taint and pressed gently against it, and with a shudder Francesca's body tightened like a coil and sprung free, writhing against the man whose hard arms continued to hold her steady. Muca lifted her headlong enough to see milk pour from the ecstatic woman's breasts, flowing over her mounds and spurting in the air. Muca hadn't seen such a sight in many years, and the gushing fluid made her hot and sweaty all over. Her fingers never missing a beat as they rubbed Francesca's clit, fluid gushed from the mother's core, smearing its warmth all over Muca's hand. She buried her face between her folds and kissed her with passion. Her feminine musk aroused Muca. She came hard against Gyorgy, who pounded into her flesh with such abandon Muca feared he'd push her face-first to the floor. Waves of pleasure rolled over her body as she came around his hard cock. She tightened, loosened, then tightened again, never coming up for air and not once releasing Francesca from her sensuous grasp. Although she arched her back in the throes of her orgasm, removing her mouth from Francesca's sex, her fingers worked the woman inside and out as she rode the waves of her orgasm.
With a cry, Gyorgy exploded inside Muca, grinding his cock in corkscrew motions inside her until he collapsed next to her, his face resting against her bum. She rested, with her face against Francesca's belly as she stroked her breasts with her hands. They stroked each other, brother caressing sister, lover caressing lover, until a strapping sunburned gentleman stood before them, carrying a tray. Muca recognized him. He was Francesca's husband.
"You three look like you need ale," his deep voice boomed against the beamed ceiling. "Sit up, drink, and catch your second wind. I see you enjoyed yourself, my lovely wife." His gaze traveled from her hazel eyes and down to her full breasts where he stopped long enough to lick his lips with desire she felt as much as he did. When he saw her boots, she watched the confused recognition wash across his face. "And who is your alluring friend?"
Muca stretched and accepted her beverage. She guzzled the ale, surprised she was so thirsty. "I'm your friendly Puss In Boots who greeted you earlier in the day. My Master the Marquis of Carabas will help you get out from under the ogre's thumb."
His raised eyebrows belayed his surprise and amusement. "You don't look like a cat now. In fact, you look much more delicious. I could eat you." His grin warmed Muca's heart, as it spread up his face to crease his warm, chocolate brown eyes.
She laughed, a hearty sound that reverberated around the Inn. "Indeed, I'm not your ordinary cat. This is my transformed state, since I'm a magical creature. Your wife and her lover were kind enough to help me feel welcome and at ease in your lovely village."
"Stay with us for the night, Muca," Francesca said. "We have plenty of room. There's a guest room, or … " she gave Muca a coy smile. "You may sleep in my bed with me. Tibor won't mind."
"There's always room in our home," he said. "The baby's even quiet. Such a good boy. Our eldest daughter watches him when we need time alone."
"Absolutely I shall sleep with you tonight," Muca said. "I need lots of rest before I leave in the morning to deal with the ogre. He'll be out of your lives in no time. Wait and see."
Muca and her new lovers couldn't get out of the Inn fast enough. By the light of the full moon,, they raced down the road, with her in her human form, stumbling on rocks in her stiletto boots. Once inside Francesca's cottage, they headed immediately for the bedroom. Tibor opened the arched windows, letting in a cool breeze. Francesca flitted about the room lighting candles on the tables and in metal sconces hanging from the dark wooden ceiling beams. The delicate light cast a soft glow around the homey room, setting Muca at ease. Gyorgy helped himself to a cobalt blue glass bottle sitting on a rustic dresser next to the bed. He popped the cork, turned to Muca, and nodded in the direction of the lovely sleigh bed.
"Please lie down on your back. We have plans for you; our way to repay you for your help and kindness." Muca scooted backwards onto the bed as the scent of rosemary and juniper floated in the air, bringing an energized flush to her cheeks. Gyorgy sat the blue bottle back onto the dresser and rubbed oil on his hands while a puckish grin spread across his handsome face. Muca writhed on the bed, getting into a comfortable position for the delightful massage she was about to receive.
Gyorgy grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart. Instead of rubbing his strong hands against her calves, he held her fast while Francesca and Tibor pulled straps from the bottom corners of the bed.
"We like to get more adventurous in the privacy of our home, my lovely puss." Gyorgy held her legs fast while Francesca and Tibor strapped her into restraints. Losing control of her movement excited her so much her body began to shake with the thrill of her vulnerable state. She lifted her arms above her head, and Francesca and Tibor fastened her wrists into comfortable plush cuffs. Face up and spread-eagle, she watched them, relishing her position of total submission.
Francesca knelt before Gyorgy, fiddling with his slacks until she lowered them to the ground. He stepped out of them as he pulled his shirt over his head. He wore no under-garments. The powerfully built man, who towered above her, pumped his erect cock with one hand while he fondled Francesca's ample breast with the other. His long, black hair fell across his chiseled features, not quite maskin
g his aroused expression. Milk from Francesca's breast trickled down his arm to drip on the floor.
"Come here," Muca growled. "I want to lick your arm."
She purred as she ran her tongue along his warm skin, tasting the sweetness of Francesca's life fluid. Gyorgy held his cock to her mouth, fisting her hair with his free hand.
"Here, taste this."
His cock tasted of olive oil, rosemary, and juniper. One of her favorite food combinations that made her mouth water so much drool rolled down her chin. He thrust in and out of her mouth with such abandon she almost didn't notice the pair of strong hands that kneaded her calves. Tibor knelt between her legs, massaging her skin until it tingled. When did he remove his clothes? I had no idea he was naked.
She writhed on the comforter, as aroused by his passion as she was by her own. Gyorgy grasped her face between his palms and guided her mouth to his cock once again. Restrained and at their mercy, she gave in to helplessness and deep arousal as both men worked on her most sensitive spots. Gyorgy worked her breasts as he thrust into her mouth, and Tibor buried his tongue between her folds. She tightened deep inside, needing one of them to enter her.
When Francesca held up the glass dildo, Muca wondered if the lovely mother had read her mind. Hands slick with oil, Francesca lubricated the dildo and then with a smile, slowly penetrated Muca. Ah, she warmed it! She knows how to pleasure me.
Muca clamped down on the rigid toy, which was long and as thick around as a kielbasa. She arched her back, resisting the restraints, and her helplessness aroused her even more. Gyorgy pumped into her mouth as Francesca pumped into her pussy, both holes being sated at one time.
Gyorgy's body grew taut as he approached his climax. Muca watched the muscles on his belly flex with his movements, and with a deep groan, he came in her mouth thrusting into the back of her throat. She straightened her neck to take in all of him, swallowing cum that tasted sweeter than she expected. He must not eat much meat, being poor… His cum dribbled down her chin. Francesca licked it from her face, sharing his sweet nectar when Francesca slid her tongue into Muca's mouth. Muca jerked her hands hoping to squeeze Francesca's breasts, but she forgot about the restraints. Disappointed, she struggled with her aroused state.
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