Abandoned Kitty

by Marilynn Fae

  She's sleepy when he gets her onto the bed, but she knows she's not supposed to sleep yet. He closes the door to the bedroom and locks it, turning back to her with a look that's pure hunger. He's not wearing anything at all and he looks incredibly male like this. The thought that he had taken down all the men in the living room earlier makes her scent spike with arousal.

  She had been unsure of how to move with her Master, but finds herself feeling more relaxed after what she had experienced in the bath. She twists around on the bed without thinking and presses her face into the pillows, lifting her bottom up and curling her tail high. Then, she wriggles a little bit. "Will you breed me?" she asks, tail swaying from side to side, her ears perked back, ready for rejection in case he suddenly decides he can do better than someone like her.

  The bed dips to the side from the weight of his body and then she feels his hand on her hips, pulling her up higher. "What a lovely sight you make, darling," he growls, lips soft on the small of her back, his breath hot on her skin. "Still, darling. That's it."

  "Master," she whimpers, biting her lower lip to keep herself from making more embarrassing noises, but the keening sounds escape regardless. She spreads her legs further.

  "You look lovely like this," he says. Master kneads her thighs in slow, firm massages to soothe out any nervous stiffness and mouths at the bruises that blossom across her skin. "I would much rather be looking at your face," he says, grabbing her firmly by her hips and twisting her around until she's laying flat on her back with him between her parted legs.

  His hand moves up from her waist to cup her breasts and he closes his fingers over her nipples, massaging the sensitive buds until she's whimpering and gasping, hands grasping his wrists, torn between pulling him away and keeping him right where he is. She rubs herself against his cock when she feels the head of his member brush against her slit.

  The smell of arousal coming from both of them permeates the air, heated and wonderful.

  "Moan for me, darling. That's it," he growls. "Tell me what you want," he mouths along her neck, kissing over the bruises on her pale skin to make them his own.

  "Master- Master, please," she whimpers. Her walls clench around nothing and she wishes suddenly that she has his cock inside of her already. She feels so empty. "Please, Master. I need- I need-" She releases her grip on his wrist and reaches between her legs, touching her own clit and, after a second of hesitation, sliding her own finger into her hole. It doesn't feel as good as his fingers. Nowhere near as good and she whines, eyes filling up with frustrated tears.

  "What's wrong, kitten?" he asks, pausing, leaning up to lick at her cheeks.

  "Master, please," she whines, grasping his hand and guiding it between her legs.

  He grins, row of white teeth shining in the dark. "Needy little thing," he says. "I shouldn't spoil you."

  He should. He should spoil her and give her what she wants all the time. "Please," she begs and he caves easily, willingly.

  "Relax. That's it. Just take it darling." He kisses her as he buries his finger inside her, prodding her tight walls, forcing them to expand and take him.

  "Ah, ah," she gasps, feeling him work his fingers in an out of her, working a slow pace until her hips start moving to match him thrust for thrust, shifting with restless need and he quickens his pace, his own hips bucking, cock rubbing the insides of her thighs.

  One finger becomes two, and then three, and four, coaxing little noises from her lips that she doesn't seem to have any control of. He leans back and licks her clit, getting her hot and heavy with arousal before pulling his fingers back.

  "No, no, Master- Master, please," she whines.

  "A moment, love," he promises, kissing her and swallowing the rest of her whines. She feels so empty without his fingers inside of her now, her walls tensing around nothing. "So good for me, darling. You're so good. Such a pretty little thing, just for me." Master's voice is strained as he pulls back again.

  She peers down at him when he doesn't do anything after that and sees him palming his erection. It's nothing short of monstrous, so big and long and thick. It's dark and veiny with a little bulbous head that looks the side of her fist. "It- it won't fit, Master," she whimpers, caught somewhere between crippling lust and abject horror as she watches it glide along her slit, growing wet with her fluid.

  "It'll fit, love," he says, licking his lips, one hand on her stomach, holding her still, while the other is guiding his cock to her opening. "You're so perfect for me, so good and sweet," he croons, rubbing his cheek against hers.

  "Please, Master," she pants, shaking her head as he pushes harder until the head of his cock slides inside of her. He sucks a kiss against her collarbones, hard enough to bruise, and she rolls her hips. "Please." She feels it stretch her open as he enters her gradually, crying a little because it looks a little scary even though it's not hurting her.

  "Shh..." he murmurs, nudging her chin up with his nose as he kisses up her neck.

  She can no longer see how he's impaling her with his length. She can feel inch of him pushing inside of her, filling her.

  "It's alright, love. You're so tight. So perfect for me, darling," he groans, rocking into her slowly, pulling out and then sliding in deeper with every thrust.

  The pleasure is as sharp as the pleasure coursing through her veins. She clutches at his shoulders, claws leaving scratches all over his back and chest. He's growling into the hallow of her throat, his teeth digging into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She settles back into him, pushing against his cock in needy little thrusts that make him growl.

  "You're so good, love. So tight and perfect," he moans against her neck. She can feel herself relaxing, sliding open under the press of his cock until he is deeper. He bottoms out inside her and she's gasping, head spinning, mouth agape. "That's it, love. Perfect little thing," he growls.

  She arches up for it, aching for the slick, heavy feeling of his cock inside of her, grinding and thrusting like they're made for this.

  "So hot, baby," he croons, curving his body over hers, his chest flush against her own. He is gripping her tight to keep her from bucking back every time he thrusts deeper.

  She whines into his mouth when he kisses her again, letting him haul her up, one hand on the base of her ass, just below her tail and the other around her waist.

  "So tiny." He makes soft noises as he noses and bites, sucks bruises everywhere his mouth can reach.

  Her hands tangle in his hair. He has surprisingly soft hair. Their eyes meet again and she makes a mewling, broken noise as she orgasms, body seizing and tensing around his cock. He thrusts into her once, twice, and then he's coming too, growling as his knot forms, thickening and enlarging, locking them together as he empties his seed inside of her.

  "That's it, love. That's it," he growls, holding her still as he fills her up with his seed, snuffling and sucking bruises all over her.

  She holds him close, hands shaking as she rides the crests of her own orgasm.

  Chapter Nine: Knotted

  Master mounts her over and over again. It feels like days. Her stomach is round and heavy by the time he's done and she feels too full. She feels like she's eaten too much and her stomach is all heavy and rounded. It looks kind of rounded.

  It feels good. She comes and comes until she's almost asleep and Master's still not satisfied, turning her over and mounting her like that, like they've been reduced to just their animal instincts. She moans when she feels him come inside of her, and then knot her again. Master has such a thick, heavy knot. It feels a little like pain to be stretches to much. It's devastating.

  She whimpers, keening as she pushes her ass back even further, taking his knot deeper. She's so slick that it's steadily dripping out of her. Or maybe she's just so full with his come that there's no more space for his come to go, so it's leaking out from her hole.

  "That's it, love. You take my knot so well. It's like you were made for me," he murmurs a litany of praises that she can'
t really hear through the waves of pleasure crashing over her over and over again.

  She's panting, fingers digging into their sheet as she feels her orgasm ebb, and then return more intense than ever. She doesn't know she's crying until he turns her chin and licks at her tears, soothing her as he pivots his hips more. He doesn't slow, not even with the knot so tight inside of her. She doesn't think he can stop even if he wants to. For an eternity, she feels nothing but the sweet roll and cresting of his pelvis, thrusts deep and as consuming and the ocean. The tidal wave of pleasure pulls and drags her and she's caught in the motions with nowhere to run.

  "I know, baby. It's a lot, I know," he licks away her tears as quickly as they come. "You're so good, darling. You're taking my knot so well. Such a good little mate," he praises.

  She purrs at that, pleased with doing something right.

  He gentles her as she rides the high of her orgasms and relaxes underneath him. When she feels relaxed enough to sleep, she feels his hands on her breasts, cupping them and massaging them gently at first, and then plucking her nipples to jolt her awake.

  "Master," she whimpers. "'m tired," she whines.

  "Poor darling," he growls. "You want to sleep with my knot inside you?" he asks. "Think you could sleep with me still fucking you, love?"

  She nods and mewls happily when he shifts her on the bed, putting them side by side so that he isn't putting his weight on her body and she can get comfortable. She falls asleep to the feeling of his hands on her body, his knot still thick and full inside of her body.

  They don't leave the bedroom until the next day and both of them are starving. She's surprised to find the apartment in pristine condition, all the blood cleaned up, the stained carpet torn and replaced, the furniture replaced with identical sets that is indiscernible from the last except for how new they smell.

  She plays with the possibility that her Master's magic before catching the scent of cleaning chemicals in the apartment.

  They don't stay there for long though. He puts all her favorite clothes in a big luggage and tosses a few of his own.

  "Anything else you want to bring with you, love?" he asks.

  She looks around the apartment and walks into the bedroom to bring the pillow that Master sleeps on. It smells like Master and when he's not home, she likes to snuffle up with it and sleep with her nose pressed in the soft cushion.

  The corner of his lip curves into a crooked grin. "That's all, love?"

  She nods.

  "Alright then. Let's go," he extends an hand towards her and she hugs the pillow close to her body and hurries to hold his hand with her other. Her ears are perked up happily and he pulls her in and kisses the spot between her ears. "Lovely," he murmurs, breathing in deep.

  She knows she smells like shampoo right now. They had taken a bath earlier and he made love to her again. She had spilled so much come that she cries in the shower cause it's embarrassing. Master had chuckled and kissed her, telling her it's normal. There's nothing to be ashamed of.

  She's still leaking a little bit as he walks out of the apartment, but not as much as earlier. It had felt disgusting when globules of his come dripped out of her hole.

  The moment they climb into his car, she is yanked into his lap and he is busy mouthing her neck again. She's already healing from yesterday's wounds. The bite mark stings a little bit when Master licks over it, but she keens and tilts her head to the side anyways, letting him lick her better.

  "Are you feeling sore, love? Is everything alright?" he asks.

  She nods. It's nice, having her Master hold her like this. She knows he's being exceptional possessive because they're newly mated. Under normal circumstances, he would have made a nest and kept them both inside for a few days, but she thinks Master wants to leave as soon as possible because their nest isn't safe.

  He brings her to a classy restaurant for breakfast and lunch, keeping her in his lap so he can keep a close eye on her and feed her. He doesn't want anyone close and he bares his lips at anyone who gets too close. It's nice. She clings to him and licks his fingers clean after every bite. It's nice that they have the room to themselves. The server only comes in to bring them more food and Master snarls at them so terrible after the first few times that they don't come in until they have plenty of food prepared and run off the moment they have everything spread out on the table in front of them.

  She likes being on Master's lap. She can feel Master getting a little hard already, but they don't do anything. They're not safe here.

  They spend a little while filling their bellies, and then he ushers her back into the car.

  "Where are we going, Master?" she asks.

  "Home."

  They move into her old Master's mansion that very day, much to Melissa's delight.

  It's further away from his office, further from civilization and everything, really. She wants to tell him that it's fine. He doesn't have to stay here with her, but he hasn't left her side since he mated her and she doesn't think it's possible for him to leave her on her own right now.

  He wouldn't even let Melissa close to her, snarling when Melissa tried to give her a hug.

  "It's fine, darling," Melissa had said with a bright smile. "The boy's being possessive," she continues like it explains why Shadow's walking up the stairs with her in his arms and is ignoring everyone else in the house.

  They end up in a room that smells like Shadow, but older.

  "My old room," he tells her between kisses and mounts her again before she can ask anything else. She comes apart with his names on her lips.

  It doesn't matter where they are as long as she's with her Master.

  Chapter Ten: End

  Shadow has never liked cats. It's part of his wolf nature. The fact that this particular cat used to belong to his father doesn't make things any better. It's ever worse that she smells so good and he's tempted to rub his face over her fur.

  There's something wrong with him.

  He tries to hold his breath the entire drive back, but then she had woken up and mewled at him, the sound going straight to his cock and fuck- there's something fucking wrong with him. She sounds lovely, sweet and pliant and a little bit scared and he wants to let her go. He wants to stop the car and pull her into his lap, pet her until she's sweet and submissive and- Fuck.

  He growls at her and tells her to shut up. She curls up, terrified out of her skin.

  It's terrible. Everything is terrible. He would put her up with a pet-sitter but the old man had probably gone insane because this little kitten is worth so much money it's enough to scare his lawyers. He had to hire more and he's suppose it's about time to hire better men.

  The first time she scratches him, he's upset because he wanted to let her out. He wants to touch her without having her look so damn terrified of him. She's a lovely little thing, white fur puffed up to make herself look bigger even though she's really very tiny.

  He really hopes she'll warm up to him. He leaves her in the kitchen and opens a can of tuna for her, hoping that would keep her full until he can get proper food for her. And then, he stays close and just breathes, letting the air fill with her scent and considering an appointment with a therapist because he shouldn't be feeling so peaceful just because his dead father left him a cat.

  No matter how pretty the cat is.

  His father left him a long letter too. It's apparently important the he read it, but Shadow has always been stubborn. He hadn't talked to the old man for a long time and if he was being honest with himself, he feels a little bit of guilt over it. He should have spent more time with the old man. Maybe visited him a little more. But he couldn't have visited even if he wanted to. For some reason, his father stopped letting any of his children or grandchildren visit a few years ago.

  He glances at the kitten in the kitchen suspiciously. Surely it can't just be to hide the cat?

  ...

  He's a fucking moron. He should have known something was wrong when his wolf smelled her and wante
d her the first time he saw her. Alpha werewolves like him are very rarely alone and it is even rarely for them to be without mates.

  He should have at least made sure she's comfortable. Instead, he had been so busy wallowing in his own guilt and self-pity that he kept a human girl locked up inside a cat cage for days.

  She's human. Well, half-human. Mostly-human. She looks human enough and she seems to understand exactly what's happened.

  She doesn't seem to be very upset about being locked up. The fearful gazes she sends his way is completely deserved, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. She's really very beautiful, all soft curves and pale skin, fluffy cat tail curled around her body protectively.

  Her arms are completely normal, though her wrists are furred and there are claws at the tips of her fingers instead of fingernails. She has her claws out now, absentmindedly tearing into his couch. He would normally be more upset about ruined furniture. After all, everything in this home was picked out meticulously. It's his nest. He's comfortable here.

  For some reason, he doesn't mind having her here, having her scent fill up his home and permeate the air. Melissa is fine too, but only because he grew up with her and knows she's not here to challenge him.

  He breathes in deep and fills his lungs with the kitten's scent. She smells addictive, but also like grief and anxiety and a little bit like tuna because he's a fucking moron.

  He feels utterly disgusted with himself. His hands tighten into fists. It all makes sense, suddenly. Why his father had suddenly turned into a recluse. He was hiding her. His father is a proud man. He would never admit the truth that he can no longer keep her safe. He's too old and towards the end, he was getting a little senile. His brain no longer works the way he wants it to and if he doesn't ban everyone from entering his home, he knows his grandchildren would swarm in and demand possession of her once he dies. The only sure way to keep her from being taken away is by keeping himself, his condition, and her hidden form the rest of the world.