Week 8 // Yena - Kitten

Bowl. Milk. Cat.

It's simple, really - elementary even. You pour milk into a bowl, and you set it on the floor, and the cat drinks it. Then Yena looks up at you with oodles of her feminine feline charms and pours them all over you, and you're a goner.

You could have been wrestling alligators, riding a buffalo, hunting with tigers, or hell, running with the bulls in Pamplona. No, you couldn't, not really. For all the animal-related activities man could do, you decided to fuck the cat.

It's a dalliance, little more, nothing less. She shows up, ears and tail and claws, and goes right for the bowl you placed out for her. You would be forgiven for thinking she's docile. The twinkle in her eye and the lick of her lips - yeah, there's the tell. As the cool milk passes down her throat, she keeps that gaze on you.

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It's when she sets her claw in that it starts to hurt. The puncture, a pinprick of pain, and the proceeding scratch across your shoulders - it's a warning, but not to stop, no. It's a warning that this little kitten is about to gush around your cock, and Yena ain't gonna hold back.

You did the right thing by sinking your dick into her. It's never been pacifying; if anything, the soft-squelch-slip into her slick-warm-grip is provocative. It's catnip in phallic form. She mewls softly, a little purr at the initial fit, and then those sweet little noises become words that tell you just how well you're digging your dick inside her.

That cock, she says, it's so good. So hard, so thick, so - so.

So, so, yeah, you know, you have a way with words yourself, but your cock has a way with her pussy. It's a good fit, a great fit, the way her channel clings to you is something special. You knew it would be from the first time you slid it between her folds. She's hot, she's wet, she's absolutely unreal in the way her body arches and shivers. You're doing a number on her.

There's also the obvious problem that she's doing a number on you.

Don't cum in the kitty. Not yet. She near-demands that, accompanied by another claw down your back.

"Since you asked so nicely," you tell her with all this false bravado despite taking the very necessary step to slow your strokes, which she acknowledges with an appreciative purr.

"Kitty gonna cum." It's so simple, the way she tells you. Messy words, messy mouth, fluids leaking between her thighs. "Gonna - gonna -"

You feel it before you hear it. A shaking body beneath you tells you everything. Quivering thighs, a tensed midriff as you near-fold her, doubled over with her knees to her shoulders. Her arms are wrapped around your neck, nails digging into your skin again, while you tell her just how much of a good girl she is.

You can feel it in the way her cunt spasms. How it clenches and shudders and grips around your cock. How it's gushing, her slick fluids painting your cock a sticky white. It's a fucking mess, and it's the most beautiful, natural thing.

Yena is all energy when she rides. With that plug stuffed right up there between her cheeks, her tail tickles your stomach as it flops and flails about, mimicking her sweet little movements. Nothing can distract from her ass, though. Cute little thing just bouncing on your cock like she's been possessed by something. You should be worried, perhaps. It doesn't matter. Not when she looks this good doing it.

Cock-drunk, cum-laden, she rides you for all you're worth. Up and down, slipping her pussy around you with a great, wet sound. Her eyes roll back into her head, drooling as she does so. This little kitten's going to be a goner.

The thing about kittens is that they're always playful. One moment she's bouncing atop you, grabbing her ass and spanking herself all for a show, and then the next she's turning to face you, planting her knees either side of you, her body leaning back. That waist is fucking snatched, and her hips roll as she does it. Toned ridges of desire, and her arms cradle her tits, just enough to push them together. You want to grab them so badly it almost hurts.

"Paint the cat?" Yena asks sweetly.

You nod eagerly, dumbly. Of course you fucking will.

She's going to let you. You can tell by the way she's so desperate now, her insistent bouncing and clenching of her thighs. She's fucking herself silly on your cock, and it's a spectacle to see. A divine performance of a woman surrendering herself to her baser urges.

You tap her thigh. A signal - a submission. Yena smirks and lifts herself up, up, up, and then she's down. You're scrambling off the bed after her.

She's on the floor, on her knees, her ass planted between her bare feet. She's leaning back, arms back, hands grasping her ankles, and she looks right at home - docile, domestic, sweet. Ready for a load.

"Paint the cat?" she repeats as you start jerking over her.

A tilt of the head, a curious look, and you're done for. The splatter of white across her chest, her face, her lips. It's thick and heavy and warm, and it's everywhere. She doesn't flinch, doesn't even close her eyes. She takes it all, and she takes it well, your cock giving her a few last few twitches as it dries, spent.

Fuck the cat. Paint the cat.