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Cat's Eyes Ch.1 4/5
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Cat's-eyes
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© 1994 Tenebra
Part 4.
The mhaurri settles himself straddling my legs, and begins very
carefully to massage the taut muscles across my shoulders. It hurts a
bit at first, but it feels wonderful nonetheless. Gradually, as
methodically as he washed me, he works his way down my body. When he
reaches my buttocks and my thighs, I expect him to wander, but he
doesn't, he seems entirely intent on his task. It's one of the few
massages I've ever had that goes all the way down to my feet, and
possibly the first that didn't tickle at all.
"Roll over."
So he can do the other half of my body. I open my eyes halfway while
he's just below my ribs, to find his gaze locked on his own hands. Like
any cat, he knows when he's being watched, looks up, smiles. Leans
forward to press a kiss to my lips, only a light and all too brief one,
but it promises worlds. I close my eyes again, let myself drift with
the sensations, not thinking at all.
"I'm done."
"Hmph."
He chuckles, a fascinating sound. "I did not say done all things." He
shifts position a bit, and the tip of his tongue flicks over my right
nipple. My breath catches, I tense, waiting impatiently for more.
Which he obligingly provides, by closing his mouth around as much of
that breast as he can and suckling like a hungry kitten. He's purring,
too, I can feel the vibrations against my skin. He switches sides,
after a moment, still purring, sucking hard. I moan, just a little,
and he laughs again without a pause. He raises his head, plants a kiss
in the centre of my belly, and moves so he can part my legs, lean down
and nuzzle at my groin. He runs his tongue over my clit, it's rougher
than a human's but not painfully so, then drops lower, teasing around
the opening there, probing inside. Back up to my clit, I'd swear if I
were watching I'd see him lapping at it like a cat drinks milk, very
fast and light. My hands clench, digging into the blankets below me,
as a wave of intense pleasure shudders through every nerve. Amber
doesn't falter for even an eyeblink, not until I've moaned my way to a
second, even more intense, climax. He might *look* young, but he
certainly knows what he's doing!
After the second, he sits up, licking his lips. "Was good?"
"Was very very good," I tell him, a bit breathlessly.
"Amber *likes* to please...." He runs his tongue over his teeth. "What
pleases you?"
What pleases me. Many many thoughts flash through my mind. I choose
one. "Lie down. On your back."
Without hesitation he does. I kneel as he was, straddling his legs,
and return the favour. He's not as large as the average human man, it
occurs to me that I just might be able to get him all the way down my
throat, something I can accomplish only occasionally. I wrap a hand
around his cock, pull the skin back -- shape-wise, at least, it's human
enough -- and lick at the under and just behind the head. His turn to
whimper, barely audibly, as I take the head into my mouth, wary of my
teeth, slide it out again. In again, slightly deeper, out, a bit
farther each time. Amber moans, once, and begins to purr thunderously.
Well, at least it's easy to tell if a mhaurri lover likes what you're
doing! Gag reflex kicks in; I pull back, let myself recover for a
second, then continue. It's not the last time, either. Patiently, I
keep trying, and finally get his entire length in my throat. His
purring only increases as I slide him in and out, from the very tip to
the very base; his hips buck upwards, but I hold him still with my free
hand. Unfortunately, my jaw is beginning to ache. I raise my head,
take the time to catch my breath, and resume, differently. Rather than
trying to take him inside, I stroke my tongue firmly up and down the
length of the underside of his cock. If Amber has any objections, he's
not letting them show; he shivers, and only my hand is keeping him from
taking a more active part in the proceedings.
I don't want to finish him this way, though, I want him inside me
another way. I consider positions, it doesn't take long for me to
decide which.
"Amber?"
"Hrrrmm?"
"Up."
So I have room to arrange myself on my hands and knees, and so he can
kneel behind me, responsive to even implicit requests. I'm dripping
wet by this point, I want this cat-child in me so badly, he has no
trouble slipping inside. I feel him trembling against me, purring muted
now as he concentrates on action, I rather doubt he's going to last long.
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End of Part 4.
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