Never anger a cat - part three
'ooo oooo ooo'
Marcus threw his head back wishing there was something to bang it against. Anything that could give him some relief. He'd heard about cat-familars but seeing them in action was another thing. They're bodies were as sinous as they're cat forms, they wound around each other, their oil slick skin glistening in the flickering candle light. Both were vocal. The visitor darker haired and his skin a more honey hue than his usual tormentor. Together they were a work of art. The things they did belonged in forbidden tomes, heavily guarded from innocent eyes. Marcus didn't consider himself innocent but was getting an education!
'mmmm Pepper, I think your painting likes it when I do this'
Pepper was clearly the name of his bewitching host, who spun to lay facing the painting, arse poised and wiggling behind him. His friend licked his lips and went to work, slurping noisily. pausing to eye Marcus and wink as Pepper grunted, squirmed and mewed.
The pair sprawled nakedly across the bed, Marcus had lost track of the rounds, shameless, glorying in their nudity.
'So Shadow, think you'd like to borrow my art while I'm in uni?'
'Hmmm' it was near to a purr 'be a shame for such a fine painting to get lonely' they shared an evil cat grin of mischief. 'Tell me what would happen if we were to...' Shadow stalked forward on hands and knees, the painting was close enough to the bed he could stretch his neck then tongue and lap at the paint strokes. 'Not tooo bad' he decided and licked again.
Marcus was in heaven, in hell, in ecstasy of agonies. He couldn't move, he could feel heat and wetness and wanted to ram his hips forward, force his aching cock past plush lips into a tight wet throat. To plunder and claim and make the pair of them scream.
All he could do was stand there. His vision whited out as he came and returned to show two cat boys streaked with a splash of white paint, staring at him slyly.
Marcus threw his head back wishing there was something to bang it against. Anything that could give him some relief. He'd heard about cat-familars but seeing them in action was another thing. They're bodies were as sinous as they're cat forms, they wound around each other, their oil slick skin glistening in the flickering candle light. Both were vocal. The visitor darker haired and his skin a more honey hue than his usual tormentor. Together they were a work of art. The things they did belonged in forbidden tomes, heavily guarded from innocent eyes. Marcus didn't consider himself innocent but was getting an education!
'mmmm Pepper, I think your painting likes it when I do this'
Pepper was clearly the name of his bewitching host, who spun to lay facing the painting, arse poised and wiggling behind him. His friend licked his lips and went to work, slurping noisily. pausing to eye Marcus and wink as Pepper grunted, squirmed and mewed.
The pair sprawled nakedly across the bed, Marcus had lost track of the rounds, shameless, glorying in their nudity.
'So Shadow, think you'd like to borrow my art while I'm in uni?'
'Hmmm' it was near to a purr 'be a shame for such a fine painting to get lonely' they shared an evil cat grin of mischief. 'Tell me what would happen if we were to...' Shadow stalked forward on hands and knees, the painting was close enough to the bed he could stretch his neck then tongue and lap at the paint strokes. 'Not tooo bad' he decided and licked again.
Marcus was in heaven, in hell, in ecstasy of agonies. He couldn't move, he could feel heat and wetness and wanted to ram his hips forward, force his aching cock past plush lips into a tight wet throat. To plunder and claim and make the pair of them scream.
All he could do was stand there. His vision whited out as he came and returned to show two cat boys streaked with a splash of white paint, staring at him slyly.