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Journal Entry 136: The Kittenin' Part 2
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Her cool nose found my balls first, her tongue still flicking over
them, almost painful in the tickling they did, and she slid up my
erection, and then, giving my cock an almost curious look, she plunged
downward, taking all of it in one slide into her muzzle, closing down
and holding it, her tongue bathing it, loving it. I was in heaven, her
rough tongue was so good. Somewhere, something told me she'd done this
before. She was slow, taking care as she slid up and down it to feel
it, to make me feel her, and gods! was she good! And this was once the
little kitten I'd raised?
I touched her shoulder, and her slitted eyes glanced towards me,
and I slowly pushed her away. I wanted to wait. She looked at me,
afraid that she'd done something wrong, but I just smiled. I slowly
turned her over in the lowered gravity of my bed, and I began my trek
down from her mouth to her cunt, nibbling at the little tufts of fur at
her shoulders and her small, firm breasts. I paused as I flicked over
her nipples to listen, just to listen, to her heartbeat and her
breathing, finding such power and love in such simple, living things as
her heart and her breath.
I moved down between her parted legs, where her pink jewel lay,
moist and waiting, where the fur became thin and fine and soft, and I
kissed her right above her cunt, slowly, worshipping her.
My tongue became alive there, where her scent was lotus, and her
taste was ambrosia. I licked along her outer lips, parting them from
the inner, slowly wetting the whole of her cunt with my tongue, slowly
slipping apart her inner lips, so that I could see her clit, open,
exposed, and her core, where eventually, I would be the first to go. I
licked around her clit, mindful of her sensitivity, sometimes dipping
down into her cunt to taste the fullness of her juices, and then
returning to her lips, and the hood. The flesh there was smooth and
soft as silk, and I wanted to stay forever. I licked her clit, and her
legs pulled up a little more and her paws found my hair, and I could
feel her orgasm approaching, her claws extending just a little against
my skull.
Slowly her orgasm built, and I teased her, sometimes pausing for
whole seconds to let her die down a bit, just to tease her some more.
"Pleaserrrrrrr...." her moan died down into a purr that was more needful
than anything, and I gave, now caressing her clit with my tongue
directly, fully, giving her the needed pressure, the speed, and then her
whole body shuddered, silently, the muscles in her body contracting in
approach, and then, quietly and violently, she came, releasing her
tension and shaking with pleasure as her orgasm crested and dropped, and
slowly smoothed away.
She lay there, eyes closed and breathing hard. I slowly moved up
along her body and slid down next to her, cuddling next to her, and
waited. She turned to look at me, and then she smiled, showing teeth.
"That was wonderrrfulll. Mom was rright, you arre good." I grinned
back.
Then I lost that grin. "Ember, are you sure you want to do this?"
I asked, still not sure of my answer. I looked at the clock. She was
still fifteen, and would be for at least another thirty minutes.
"Yes." was all she said.
"Then...do you want to be on top? Let you control what happens,
how fast, and all?" Truth to tell, I'd've preferred that. Less guilt
if it turned out it hurt a lot.
But she shook her head. "No, please. I want to lie herre, I want
to feel you on top of me, taking me. Please, I need it to be that way."
Her eyes were almost in tears. "I want it to be like... I...
surrrenderr myself to you..." and she whispered the last word
"...Father."
I looked at her, and whether she meant that word in the sense that
people sometimes call me "Na'shardiik" or whether she meant it as "the
guy whose always been there for me since I was born," it didn't bother
me so much. I think I understood her, and I loved her more then then
ever before. I moved over her, and knelt between her legs, parting
them. Slowly, I looked down at my cock, which in all my thought had
lost a little stiffness, and she smiled, and slowly stroked it to life
with her soft paws, and it grew back to its hardness, and I pushed back
and the head of my cock held still at her cunt. I looked into her eyes,
and she stared back into mine, and then, very slowly, just once, she
nodded.
I pushed forward, our breath sounding loud in my ears, her eyes
becoming all that I saw as I felt my cock enter her, pushing past that
first, virgin ring of resistance and taking her. Her eyes shut, and a
little mewl of pain escaped her, and I slid into her fully, until my
hips met hers, and I just held there, until she opened her eyes. There
were tears there, but she smiled, slowly, and in caiss she sniffed
"hurts..."
"I know. Just take a few breaths, and wait."
She nodded again, gently. I waited myself, a little afraid that my
erection would flag and disappoint her. But she looked up again, and
whispered "Fuck me, Elf, please. Let me feel it."
I looked at her face, then down between our bodies to where we were
joined, and slowly I began to pull back, until I was almost out. Then
slowly back in. "Faster," she mewled, and I wasn't sure whether I
pleased her or hurt her, but I obliged, speeding up, my hips meeting
hers on every stroke, my cock enveloped by her tight warm wet soft
glove. Mine. Mine first. And I did fuck her, my cock going in and
out, faster and harder and her arms were around me and her claws against
my back as I pressed myself lightly against her, fucking her warm little
body. My cock had a life of its own, and I could feel the tightness in
my balls, and I whispered in my speed "Ember... I'm going..." and she
replied "Go..." and with her permission I exploded my come into her,
filling her for the first time with semen and then feeling my orgasm
wind down, and slowly my mind returned to me. I looked up at her, and
her eyes danced again in the dim light, and she laughed.
I smiled back, tearfully happy, and we laughed together. "Oh, gods,
Ember, thank you."
"Thank you, too, Father. That was the best birthday present I ever
got." And her voice was happy and free from pain. And we laughed again
as I rolled over and off of her. She gasped, "Oh, no..."
"What?" I asked, worried all of a sudden.
"You're bleeding. I think I clawed your back."
I put a hand there, and sure enough, it came back red. "'Sokay, I
heal fast. Doesn't hurt. Just remember not to do it next time.
Besides, you're bleeding, too, a little," I said, glancing down at my
cock. But she just grinned at that, and then slowly what I'd said
dawned on her.
"Next time? You mean, like, you, and me?"
"Yeah, like next time you and me and this room, or maybe out on
Abornia plain, where your mother and I first, or who knows? But if you
want, there will be next time."
"Yes! Yes, I want there to be a next time. I know I can't come
between you and your work, but..."
"Ember, beloved grandchild of mine, you were born in my house, and
you may stay here forever. I love you, now in... more and different
ways than before, but love you I do. Stay around, and I guarantee there
will be a next time. Now... let's get some sleep, together, here. Oh,
and look, It's still Elenya. You won't be a kitten when you become a
caiss."
"Will you still call me your kitten?"
"I don't think you could ever stop being my kitten."
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