One room with one bed

Hello! Welcome to this PWP-ish and smutty one shot. It features both my main character from "Puppeteer" and because there wasn't any and
won't be much smut in the near future, I'll give you some here. If you like it, perhaps you'd like the main story, too - if you aren't reading
it already.

Anyway, thanks to brillianbean for betaing and to all my readers of Puppeteer, especially to those who rated and reviewed. You guys rock!

This oneshot was also posted in the original section like the main story is. I still hope to get new readers here... :-)

 

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One room with one bed…

It was dawn when we reached a nameless
little town. It was more like a loose crowd of hamlets that decided to create a
small market place with an inn in the middle of them. But it had its charm,
seeing as we were watched but there was no hostility in the people’s faces. The
gazes we got weren’t dull or distrustful like they are in cities but interested
and held a warm glow to them.

We entered the tavern and walked to the
counter. A big, bald headed man stood behind it, wiping his hands on a dirty
towel. His red nose and enormous paunch were proof that he was one of his best
customers. Well, that meant the food had to be at least tasty.

“Hello chef, what’s for dinner?”

He snorted and grinned, showing off yellow
teeth. “I’m no chef stranger. But my wife has a stew made of carrots, peas,
cabbage and pork on the fire. Three coins for two bowls, five if you want two
beakers of beer with them or eight if you want to taste my wine. Water’s for
free, help yourself at the barrel.” He pointed at a cask at the end of the
counter.

“What wine?” was my suspicious question.

“Strawberry and currant, sweetened.”

I lifted an eyebrow. I could almost feel
the head ache just by hearing the ingredients. Some people just don’t have any
taste. “I think we stick with the beer and two bowls of stew.” I counted the
coins onto the wooden surface of the counter. “We also need rooms for the
night.”

“Sorry guys. I only have one room free and
that one only has one bed. But one can sleep in the barn. I think the straw is
quite fresh.”

I shuddered with the image of straws
pricking into my skin all night and the smell of horses wasn’t on my favorite
list either. “I think we take the room. He isn’t that big to begin with,” I
pointed at Sorr’an, “so I don’t think there will be a problem.” Quite a hard
punch into my side was the response I got from my catboy and I tried to cover
my wince with another question. “There aren’t any louses in your sheets,
right?”

“No, my wife is quite finicky about this. I
think she overdoes it. Some bugs aren’t worth the effort. Five coins for the
room. Breakfast is from seven till eight.” He held open his palm.

Thank God for his wife. I counted another
six coins into his hand. “One for your wife and her cleanliness.” That brought
me a lifted brow and a small snort, but all the coins vanished into the pocket
of his apron.

We sat down at a table in the corner of the
taproom, Sorr’an still enveloped in his coat to hide his tail and cat ears. “I
am not small!” came a low rumble out of the hood.

I grinned and responded with a diplomatic
“You have the perfect height, I think.” The kitten huffed a little but didn’t
say anything. A few moments later the innkeeper walked to our table with two
beakers and two steaming bowls and set them down in front of us.

Sorr’an picked up his spoon and started ingurgitating
his portion while I took a long sip from the beer and then began my meal. My catboy
ate with such a speed that the stew was almost splashing on the table whenever
the spoon hit the liquid and he was a master at picking out the meat, avoiding
most of the vegetables. Only a few minutes later he leaned back and licked his
lips, his bowl still half full.

“You know, the vegetable is good for you.”
I told Sorr’an.

“And since when are you an expert for my
kind and their health? Vegetables are good for animals and their meat is good
for me. That’s called food chain!” was his response and he nodded then looked
pointedly at my bowl that still contained lots of meat. “And it was a long day
and Sorr’an is hungry.”

“You know, I love meat, too. Some vegetable
wouldn’t kill you!” I took a piece of meat in my mouth and chewed on it
especially slowly, smacking my lips and making an approving sound and grinned
at my catboy. He huffed a moment and then… Did it. I saw him in battles,
brute, fierce and elegant in his dance of dead, the images impressive and frightening
at the same time. He looked more like a wild tiger then but now he was turning
his most effective weapon against me.

His eyes got a little rounder and shinier,
his mouth a mixture of a small, sad smile and a pout and his cute little nose
scrunched a little. I tried to fight it but in the end I lost the battle and
pushed my bowl towards him, taking his meatless one.

His expression changed to a victorious grin
and as he started raiding my portion for meat he stated in a teasing tone “You
are so easy!”

“You are not fighting fair, that is!” was
my grumbled response and then I lifted an eyebrow and added “And we’ll see
later on who is easy…”

He grinned at me but kept silent while
devouring the meat from the bowl in front of him. After he finished he leaned
back and patted his stomach, grabbed his beaker and started drinking his beer
in small gulps while I finished first his portion and then the rest of mine. He
must be the master of picking out meat from stew because there wasn’t even one
tiny piece left!

I finished my meal and washed it down with
the rest of my beer and waited for my catboy to finish his. We then headed
upstairs after I asked the innkeeper for directions. After entering the room I
dropped my backpack and went to the bed. It looked comfortable, clean and
inviting.

Suddenly someone pounced on me from behind
and I stumbled for a second before I fell onto the sheets. A low, soft voice
purred into my ear. “So, you are the one that is easy. Let me thank you for
sharing your meal with me.”

A gentle nip at my neck followed by a swipe
of my catboy’s tongue at the abused spot made me moan softly. I could feel sharp
talons through my shirt, scratching over my back. “Not another shirt, Sorr’an!”

I felt a smirk against my earlobe. “Well,
then turn around Niv.” I did as I was told. A demanding Sorr’an was quite
arousing. He straddled my hips and leaned forward, catching my lips in a
soul-searing kiss that left me breathless, wanting more. My catboy started
unbuttoning my shirt and my hands flew to his, trying to tug it over his head
when he grinded his groin into mine making me gasp. A soft chuckle sounded near
my ear. “First you, then we’ll see…” I nodded and then assisted him in removing
my shirt. He kneeled between my legs and stroked his fingernails over my chest
and stomach, retracted them in the progress before he traced the v-line of my
pelvis and pulled my trousers down just a little so that my erection strained
against the confines of the rough fabric. My catboy played idly with the pubic
hair at the base of my dick, smiling up to me. “Now to the delicious part…”

With that he pulled my trousers off completely,
getting rid of my shoes in the process. My erection sprang free and bounced
against my belly. I sighed with relief and then wondered why nothing else
happened. I looked up and saw that Sorr’an was sitting to my feet and watched my
body. I blushed a little with the expression he was having on his face – a
mixture of lust, want and… appreciation. I have never got this look before and
it was a little weird.

“Sorr’an?” He blinked then smiled warmly at
me before his smile turned into something more feral and approached me
predatorily. His hands slid over my calves, knees and thighs and further
upwards, avoiding purposely the area that wanted his attention the most. That
tease!

The catboy straddled my stomach, never
touching my aching arousal. He asked with an innocent look that actually wasn’t
so innocent. “So, how are you feeling?”

I snorted a little and humped up, lifting
an eyebrow. “First: You’re avoiding the important part. Second: You have too
much clothes on you!”

He smirked a little and ran his thumb over
my lower lip. “So, what will we do about these things? Well, it’s hot in here,
so I think I’ll start by taking off my clothes…” With that he almost ripped off
his shirt revealing his utterly sexy torso. My hands acted on their own will
and roamed over his chest and shoulders, relishing in the feeling of his warm
and surprisingly soft skin. I gently traced the spot where the arrow wound had
been.

Sorr’an made eye contact with me and his
gaze lowered. I followed it and saw his hands opening the buttons of his pants.
He spread the fabric and the tip of his cock peeked out of his trousers. I
glided a hand down his chest and taut stomach and my fingertips traced the skin
covered head of his arousal. His skin was velvety there, heat radiating from
his dick to my fingers. I could feel his pulse in his engorged length and
slowly pulled back his foreskin, watching enthralled as a drop of pre-cum
leaked out of his tiny slit.

Sorr’an made a noise that sounded like a
purr and a moan at the same time. I suddenly had the urge to taste him, so I distracted
him some more by smearing the pre-cum over the underside of his dick, massaging
the sweet spot where the foreskin connects to his cock. This time he definitely
moaned.

I flipped us over, pinning him under me.
The surprised expression on his face quite spiked my arousal. “You had all my
meat during dinner, what about I have some of yours now?” I grinned and then
nuzzled his belly, swirling my tongue around his navel. My catboy just nodded,
his muscles quivered under my touches, his member burning against my chest.

I slid down resting my head against his
inner thigh, watching the pulsing and straining length begging for attention. I
slipped my fingers under his sac watching his balls moving lazily with the
added heat of my palm. His scrotum was covered in fine fur, the feeling of its
soft texture so delightful against my skin. I pressed my nose into his sac,
inhaling his musky scent, liking it immediately. Each of his marbles got a kiss
and he pushed against my lips and nose.

I smiled and cupped his erection, lifting
it a little from his stomach and started to kiss it from base to tip. It
swelled even more when I reached his glans, something I didn’t think was
possible. Some small licks over the head of his penis made him squirm and I got
a good taste of him – and I liked it. The texture, the smell, the taste and the
sounds, they all were so… Carnal, feral, sweet, demanding and needing… So… Sorr’anish.

He squirmed a little and I pressed my lips
to his bulb-like head, moving them teasingly and murmured: “You can’t move till
I allow so.” Another lick caused another moan. “Understood?” I got a somewhat
strangled noise that could have passed as a ‘Yes’. It was enough for me and I
slowly slipped his member into my mouth. I could hear claws ripping the sheets as
his hands dug into them.

‘Seems you like it kitty, hmm? Though I
doubt the landlady likes your reaction – but I do, believe it.’ With this
unspoken thought I lapped along the underside of his dick, feeling it jump a
little. His legs were quivering with the effort to restrain his movements and I
rewarded it with taking him back into my mouth, applying some suction and bobbing
my head. His legs were pressed against my sides, his toes curled and his heels digging
into the mattress.

I thought this was enough teasing, released
his member and told him: “You can move now, little one.” Instantly his legs
wrapped around my neck and pressed me into his groin, a hand flew into my hair,
tangling its fingers into it. “Eager much?”

“Niven!” A demanding whine escaped my
catboy’s throat and I took mercy by engulfing his cock with my mouth again. His
hips bucked into my hot cavern but I predicted that move and restrained it. I
started moving up and down his length, getting used to the feeling of it. He
wasn’t big but I didn’t manage to swallow him completely – there was quite a
bit left before I had to stop to not gag.

I build up a slow rhythm, alternately
sucking and licking. It felt wonderful, even more so with all the reaction I
could draw from my catboy. My groin started to grind into the sheets to ease
some pressure but it wasn’t the way I wanted to seek relief today, so I lifted
my hips a little.

Suddenly the tip of Sorr’an’s tail crawled
along my stomach towards my attention seeking dick and brushed over it. I
groaned with a lot of catboy in my mouth and the resulting buckle made me almost
lose my grip on his hip. Once again his tail caressed my arousal and I moaned
again.

Sorr’an then did a wonderful thing I didn’t
know he was able to do. He wrapped his tail around my dick and gently squeezed
it, pressing the soft fur so deliciously into my aching hardness. I was in
seventh heaven and sucked hard on his member, swirling my tongue around the
head, massaging the base of it slightly.

A moaned and yelled “Niven!” were the only
warnings I got before his cock swelled a little more, pulsed once, twice and
then he spurted his load inside my mouth. I was a little surprised but managed
to swallow the milky liquid, the taste salty, slightly bitter and a little
sweet. I let it wash over my tongue to remember his flavor, again unique and
yet perfectly fitting my catboy.

I gently licked and sucked on his shrinking
dick until it was clean, then released it from my mouth, crawling upwards and
smiling at the satisfied and flushed expression on Sorr’an’s face.

I Inuit kissed him gently when suddenly he
molded his lips against mine and pushed his tongue past my lips. He gave me a
deep and thorough kiss, tasting himself on my tongue. I got lost in that kiss,
forgetting for moments my own need, feeling like I melted into him.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally
Sorr’an wriggled a little and I pushed myself up on my elbows. He slid down a
little, kissed my throat and the burning in my nether region demanded
attention. He reached for my arousal, pressed his half-hard dick into my raging
one. A gentle tug on it and I gasped “Sorr…”

“Just a moment, Niv…” was mumbled into the
hollow of my throat and I could feel my catboy’s penis harden again. His
capability to recuperate was impressive but I surely didn’t complain. He had a
good hold on both of us, rubbing his hard-on against my shaft but missed
applying pressure to the important spots.

“Sorr, please!” Need was burning hotly in
me and I was aching for release.

“Soon…” was the response, the kitten’s
pants starting to speed up, matching my own. When I thought I couldn’t take it
any longer his tail snaked between us, the furry appendage grazing and gliding
along my balls, moving further up and looping itself around my cockhead, my
leaking dick wetting it.

The intense feeling made me hold my little
one incredibly close and he wrapped his thighs around my waist. He squeezed my
penis, rubbed his tail over my most sensitive spot on it and bucked his own
hotness into mine feverously. All the tingling concentrated in my balls and
wandered up my cock and exploded, sending me into blissful oblivion. Waves of
pleasure were coursing through my body, thick ribbons of cum sprayed from my
member as I buried my face into his soft hair against one of his furry ears,
biting it gently.

While I was experiencing the most amazing
orgasm he entangled his tail from my jerking dick and rubbed his own tip
against mine and joined me into the world of all-embracing pleasure, biting my
neck; our semen mixing between our bodies.

When the orgasm died down, leaving a deep
feeling of warmth and satisfaction, I rolled onto my back, bringing my catboy
with me. He snuggled into me, a low purr emitting through his body as I hold
him close. He rubbed his face into the nook of my neck, putting lazy kisses
over the sensitive patch of skin where he bit me.

No words were spoken; they weren’t
necessary. I slid a hand down the sweaty back of my amazing catboy, tracing the
spine then pressed my palm just under the spot where his tail was connected to
his body, my fingertip resting against the soft skin of his buttocks. Sorr’an
sighed contently, draped an arm over my stomach, pushed one leg between mine
and looped his tail along my thigh. Seemed he was getting comfy and I didn’t
mind while a good kind of exhaustion crept over me. My kitten already snored
softly – and then it hit me. He didn’t really snore, he was purring! I made my catboy
purr and that made me smile while I slowly entered dreamland.

Something tickled my nose and woke me up. I
blearily opened my eyes but couldn’t see anything as it was still too dark
outside. I pressed my face forward and it hit a soft mess made of Sorr’an’s hair.
‘Hmmm, good place for nuzzling.’ I did just that and I did it thoroughly while
fully realizing in what position we were. Sometime during the night we ended up
spooning, my little one’s back snuggled against my chest, his head resting on
my upper arm, the tail still wrapped around my thigh and my crotch pressed
lightly against his butt. I moved my hips a little forward, enjoying the warmth
that Sorr’an provided.

Then this something tickled my nose again.
I blinked but still wasn’t able to make out what it was. There it was again.
Something soft and furry ran over my cheek and nose. Then it clicked. Sorr’an’s
ear! I nuzzled my nose tip against it and he flicked it. A grin appeared on my
face. ‘Joy!’ This time I pecked the furry appendage and again he flicked it to
chase the disturbance away. ‘Sorry little one, this won’t be that easy.’ I took
the ridge of the lovely triangle between my lips and massaged it. This time he
flicked it a lot more violently, trying to get rid of the annoyance. I teased
him for a few moments and licked along the edge and now my catboy resorted to
shaking his head.

I smirked and buried my face into his hair,
pressing my nose against the base of his ear. This got me a complete different
reaction. Sorr’an pushed his head back a little, searching for more contact. I
blinked and then gently kissed that spot. A small moan escaped my kitten’s lips
and I started to caress and explore the area around the base of the ear some
more.

Sorr’an started to purr. A deep and low
purr at first, but it became quite vivid as I brushed his hair out of my way
and started using my tongue. When I suckled on the spot Sorr’an’s body was
vibrating and this caused a reaction on my body. I reached down to adjust
things to be more comfortable and then ran my fingers over his thigh and side
towards his neck, where I dipped them down and traced his sternum.

I rested my flat palm against his stomach.
I have to admit that I have quite a liking for nice tummies and my catboy’s is
perfect. Not overly defined but flat and taut. I closed my eyes and laid still,
nuzzling Sorr’an’s purr spot, having him trembling softly against me and
feeling his stomach muscles quiver softly. It was heavenly.

After some minutes I got a little curious
whether my kitten got as excited as I was. I traced his pelvis line took his
member in my hand. He was half-hard which showed that he enjoyed my molestation
quite a bit. I gently squeezed his dick and he grew harder, thicker and longer.
The fingertip of my index finger slid over his foreskin-clad glans, which was a
little softer then the rest of his hot cock. I circled the small split that
already leaked some pre-cum and then pushed my fingertip under his foreskin,
feeling and sliding over the velvety flesh underneath it. His dick jumped at
this action and mine twitched in sympathy.

After a minute I withdraw my finger, brought
it to my mouth, tasting the clear fluid that was smeared over it. With his
taste on my lips and tongue memories of the last evening flashed through my
mind, and I moved my leg over Sorr’an’s and pressed him closer to me, seeking
more contact.

My hand slipped down again, gliding over
his fully erect penis to his furry sac, massaging the balls, enjoying this super
soft fur, feeling his strong, hairless thighs, pressing fingertips into this
special spot behind his scrotum, stroking his shaft, pulling his foreskin up
and down, rubbing all the sensitive spots I knew from my experience, his tail
and dick giving me pointers when I found a place that he seems to love to be
touched, his penis pulsing and twitching then and his tail tightening its grip
around my thigh.

I felt my teasing streak making itself
known because I wouldn’t let him come, stopping before my catboy could reach
his peak, paid attention to less “dangerous” regions, simply held his ball sac
in my hand, feeling his testicles, or slowed my motions on his dick that the
stimulation wouldn’t be enough to trip him over the edge.

Soon his dick was engorged to its maximum,
throbbing really hot in my hand. I could feel his purring and pulse through it;
his heartbeat and breathing quickening with every step closer to orgasm. I
pulled at his foreskin which easily slipped back, all the pre-cum he was
leaking working as a great lube, and brushed my thumb over the underside of his
dickhead, my fist holding his thrumming shaft. My little one’s breathing changed
to a heavy panting and I knew he was extremely close and then I stopped but held
the needy organ in my hand.

“Don’t stop.” was the sudden but urgent
request.

“Oh, awake?” I did nothing, keeping still.

“Yeah, but please let me cum!” despite the
quite demanding tone he didn’t move, didn’t do anything to finish himself off
in my fist.

“No, I’m having so much fun playing with
you.” I grinned against his ear.

“But you did so for a long time!”

“Oh, so you were awake for quite a time? Without
telling me?”

“No, I… Please, Niven!” The tail tightened
around my leg and Sorr’an bucked once shallowly into my hand. He really wanted
me to bring him to orgasm.

“Well…” I breathed into his ear which
didn’t flick this time. “Here’s the deal. I let you cum when you manage…” I let
go of his penis and teasingly traced it from tip to base once. “…to grow soft.”

I could hear his breath hitch. “You’re
kidding! How could I grow soft with all the teasing and working up you did?”

“I don’t know, but I won’t finish the job
before I feel your soft dick in my hand.” He growled and then sighed, turning
his head and bit my biceps. “Is this a “Yes.”?” He nodded and then pressed his
face against my upper arm. I gave a teasing tug at his dick and he moaned.
“Don’t try to think of something else, I won’t let that happen!”

With this I started the sweet torture by caressing
and squeezing his cock, making it impossible for him to get his thoughts off of
sex and pleasure, effectively preventing him from reaching the goal I set him.
The sounds I could wring out of my catboy were delicious and I started
whispering small nothings into his ears, praising the body parts I was
touching.

He started to writhe and I finally took
mercy, moving my hand up and rested it against his stomach, stopped talking and
just smelled him and his hair. I lost track of time but I’m sure it took him
many minutes, but suddenly I felt his hand grabbing mine and pushing it
downwards towards his dick.

I had to chuckle a little when I closed my
hand around his “soft” member. If anything you could call it half-hard and only
if you turned blind on one eye. But okay, that was the best I would get, so I
started to gently tugged at the rapid growing piece of burning flesh.

I shifted a little and started kissing his
neck, then moving up and returned caressing his purr point while I restarted
murmuring gentle compliments. I pulled back his foreskin a last time,
presenting the tip of his cock for my ministration and I started petting and
massaging it. My plan that he would last longer with the break we took was
working because he didn’t come instantly but I could feel him rushing to his
orgasm with the speed of light. I wouldn’t deny it him this time, couldn’t, because
I knew that he had to come this time or else frustration would kill him.

I closed my fist around his dickhead,
tightened my grip and then moved up and down the slippery and velvety flesh, a
slow but steady rhythm. Suddenly my catboy’s body started to convulse and a
loud cry left his mouth. He coated my hand with his semen and only after the
second wave of white cum his dick started to pulse, sending the following
splashes of hot sperm onto his stomach and chest. I milked him and didn’t stop
even after there was definitely no cum left, his member still pulsing in my
palm.

After a few minutes I let my motions die
down and just held his slowly softening dick in my hand. He sighed and kissed
my biceps, then turned, pressing his spent penis against my needy one, kissed
my lips before he reached for my hand, looked into my eyes and started licking
my fingers clean.

The feeling of his wet and velvety tongue
that lapped over my fingers sent a shiver through my body. He smiled, bathing
my fingers with his saliva and nibbling softly at them. When he deemed them
clean enough he reached behind my head, pulled me closer and kissed me
thoroughly, taking my breath away.

While he nuzzled my cheek with his, I asked
him: “What do you think? Is my handiwork satisfying or would you prefer my
mouth?”

“Both are great… Why?”

“Just wanted to know. It was my first time,
using my mouth on a guy. Especially on such a sexy one!”

My compliment went unnoticed as my catboy
drew back and watched me with big, round eyes full of surprise. “You never… Before?”

“No, never thought it or the person before
you worth it.” I shrugged.

“Not worth it?!” Sorr’an blinked then
grinned. “Oh, so then I’m special, hmm? Well, it seems you’re a natural.”

“You liked it then?”

“Liked it? Well, when you think that
moaning, panting, bucking up and screaming your name are signs for liking it
then you may say so. I’d say these are signs that I loved it!” He smirked a
little with his next words. “Of course you’re invited to practice as much as
you want if you feel like it.”

I grinned back. “Well, perhaps I will. Depends
on how you behave and how well you use that talented tail of yours on me!”

My catboy lifted an eyebrow, his smirk
growing wider. “Which one do you mean?” I shook my head laughing and he joined
me then looked at me half seriously half smiling. “But you got one, right?”

I looked confused at him. “A tail? Well
other then this one…” I pushed my still hard dick into his crotch. “… I don’t
have one.”

“No silly, a blowjob.” was the blunt reply.

“Oh, such dirty words from such a cute
mouth?” I pecked his lips. “But yeah, I received a blowjob once. It was okay I
think.”

Sorr’an gaped at me like a fish out of
water. “Okay… You think?!”

I shrugged, feeling a little uneasy. “Yeah,
it was a professional. Think she did okay, nothing spectacular.”

A small grin appeared on my kittens face.
His tail thumped against my legs. “So you really don’t know what you did to me,
right?” He pushed me on my back, and crawled on top of me. The blankets slipped
a little down with his movement and his now freed tail was swishing quite
vividly to and fro. I remembered that peopled say a cat waggling its tail was a
sign that it was in a playful and mischievous mood. The uneasyness that was
gone was replaced by wariness.

“You didn’t know what it meant when you
told me to not move, right?” he whispered in my right ear, then kisses along my
cheeks and lips to my left one. “Didn’t know what that hot, wet mouth of yours
was doing to me, how your tongue felt on my dick, how your suction made me go
crazy?” Again the right ear. “And I noticed that you have quite a teasing and naughty
streak, a little bit of evil and meanness in you.” Left ear, a nibble to the
lobe. “I love it. But I also love to turn the tables from time to time.” On his
way to my right ear he locked eyes with me for a moment, an impish glint in his
eyes. “Never dare or underestimate a Katze!”

Before I could answer he attacked the spot
behind my lobe and suckled on it. I took in a sharp breath and then moaned
softly. I could feel the vibrations from his chuckle against my skin and then
he pecked my lips and settled between my legs, resting his head on my thigh. He
blew on my burning arousal, watching it twitch and then seemed to study it. I blushed
a little. I am not shy about my body but this intense gaze made me feel a little
uneasy.

“Sorr?”

He blinked then smiled. “Sorry, it’s just
that your dick is really comely.” I admit it, this unexpected comment made me
blush like a ripe tomato and this made Sorr’an grin widely. “And it’s ravishable.”
With this words he licked along the underside of it, his tongue soft and broad
and his eyes focused on my face. The sight was highly erotic, the feeling
overwhelming. When he reached the tip he pointed his tongue and slid it down to
the base, tracing the thick vein on the underside. I panted, the feeling
indescribable, my hands clawing at the bed sheets.

“Hey, no cumming yet.” my kitten said while
nuzzling my scrotum.

“Sorry, can’t take anymore… Can’t control…”
was my strained answer. Sorr’an pulled back my foreskin and felt along the now
exposed glans, making me groan. A familiar heat boiled in my balls and stomach.

“I see. It can’t be helped then.” There was
a pleasant anticipation in his voice. He took a good grip on my cock, then
descended his mouth on the tip and sucked. My hands flew to his hair, trying to
push him further down and I tried to sit up while my hips bucked up at the same
time. It felt like he sucked cum right from my balls through my dick, a white
pleasure flooding my system. He kept the suction, his tongue lapping gently at
the underside of my dickhead. I had my eyes closed, stars appearing at the
inside of my eyelids. I don’t know if I yelled, screamed or uttered something
because blood was pounding in my ears.

I know I laid on my back later and Sorr’an
was laying on top of me, showering my face lazily with butterfly kisses, a
broad grin on his face. When he saw that I was focusing on him, he pressed his
forehead against mine, speaking against my lips. “That was fast.”

“You…. purr and vibrate… against my dick…
earlier…”

He chuckled with my incoherent speech. “Oh,
so you teased not only me?” I shook my head and he gave me a gentle kiss.

“Thank you.” I muttered, not having the
power to speak more.

My catboy lifted an eyebrow. “You don’t
think I’m through with you?!”

I closed my eyes, satisfaction spreading
through my body. “Am not like you.” was my short answer.

Sorr’an chuckled and then purred into my
ear: “Never underestimate a Katze. And don’t underestimate yourself!” And with
that he started licking and biting along my neck and pulse, his hands roaming
over my shoulders and arms. He then kissed along my throat and dipped his
tongue into the hollow at the end of it. He laid beside me, shifting slowly
lower while working his mouth, lips, tongue and teeth over my upper body. He
lapped on my sternum, lavished at my nipples, took one bud into his mouth,
sucked on it and scraped his fangs over it.

I relaxed into the mattress and closed my
eyes. It was nice to have someone take care of me. I wasn’t used to it, but it
was a good feeling. My little one was now licking and nuzzling my stomach,
which made me squirm a little. That got his attention. “Ticklish?” he asked and
looked up.

“Not much.” was my reply, not caring (and
daring) to return the gaze.

I could see him grin through half-lidded
eyes. “Noted for later use!” All worries what he could have meant with that
went through the window when he kissed around my navel and dipped the tip of
his tongue into it. I lifted a hand to his head and gently tangled my fingers
into his hair, feeling the soft strands.

Sorr’an was moving his mouth lower but did
nothing to actually attach it to my growing heat. Well, I was expecting this,
seeing as how much I had teased him earlier. I was surprised how aroused I
already was. I came minutes ago, but my dick was half-hard again, begging for
attention; the satisfaction and exhaustion I felt after the first orgasm only a
fleeting memory. My catboy glided his lips along the thin trail of hair that
started from my navel and ended at the base of my dick but never reached the
destination as he turned off to my slightly protruding hipbone, kissing a wet
trail from it to my inner thigh, one of his hands caressing my legs, the other
gliding along my side.

Then he suddenly bit the inside of my thigh
lightly, making me jump a little. I wasn’t sure if I really could let him take
the lead but my body already decided to do so, as my dick jumped with the bite
and my body molded into the sheets right after it.

My little one then laid between my legs and
without further warning nuzzled my sac with his nose, his tongue flicking
against my perineum. I groaned and pushed down a little to increase the
feeling. After he enjoyed and tended to my scrotum to his satisfaction, licking
and massaging my balls with his lips (I could also hear some sniffing sounds,
but that could have been my imagination), he kissed the base of my now
rock-hard dick.

He smiled against it and then reached for
it, lifted it from my tummy and gave it a good lick from base to tip. My breath
hitched followed by a long moan. Gods… He continued his licking, alternating
speed, pressure and direction and stopped sometimes even before reaching the
tip. I wanted more, wanted to feel that marvelous wet muscle on my glans, on my
most sensitive spots, but he wouldn’t have anything of this.

I reached down twice to release some
pressure by pulling down my foreskin or even jacking off a little. The first
time he simply swatted my hand away. The second time he took a hold of my hand,
looked at me, bared his fang and extended his talons just a bit. I didn’t try
anything after this, because the image of fangs and claws near my precious dick
made me compliant to whatever he planned.

And it seemed he planned on taking his
time. He kept gliding his tongue along my member till I felt like a lollipop
and just then he showed some mercy and stuck the tip of his tongue under my
foreskin, let it roam there, tasted my pre-cum taking me a step closer to
completion.

When he drew back, he kissed the head of my
penis and spoke to me. “Don’t search for orgasm. You had one, now try to enjoy
every feeling; do not rush.” He nuzzled my dick with his cheek, cherished it as
if it was something precious to him and the sight of this burnt into my memory,
so overwhelming erotic and heartwarming at the same time. “Let me make you feel
good, relax and don’t think of cumming. Just feel me!”

With this he continued his ministration,
retracting my foreskin and giving me full pleasure. His words were having an
unexpected effect on me because even though the stimulation would have been
enough to come I suddenly didn’t want to simply reach orgasm. I started to concentrate
on his licking, his kissing and nibbling, let it work for me, let the pleasure
built up, circulating through my dick and spreading from there through my
entire body.

I lost my feeling for time, it wasn’t
important anymore. The titillation grew and grew till I felt it boil over. My
balls drew close to my body and my dick started to jerk violently, the orgasm
starting at the base of my member, crawling slowly to the tip, where Sorr’an
now was sliding his pointed tongue up and down from the tiny split to where my
foreskin was connected to my dick. With an especial intense lick my first of
ribbon of cum splattered on my chest and stomach, more following it. The
pleasure didn’t wear out though but increased with every pulse, again stars
appeared behind my lids. But this time I didn’t lose myself in my peak but it
intensified my reception of everything. Of Sorr’an’s hot form between my legs,
his breathing, tongue and lips, the contrast with the cool air, the feeling of
the rough sheets, the sweat dripping from my forehead and neck, the smell of
sex and lust, my own panting and moaning.

Slowly the height of this intense orgasm died
down and Sorr’an stopped licking my dick clean and moved to my stomach, then
chest, paying attention to every drop of semen. When he finally had his head on
the same level with mine I started to kiss him. Gentle kisses to say ‘Thank
you’, kisses that reassured me that this amazing catboy was really here.

A few minutes later his kisses grew hotter
and I noticed something very hot pressing into my stomach. Sorr’an had his legs
on my sides, his knees a little above my hips, slowly but a little impatiently rocking
his hardness into my belly. I traced his spine with one hand while the other
slipped between our bodies, reached for his quivering manhood and started to
slide my fist up and down it.

Sorr’an growled a little, humped into my
palm, ferocity making itself known but when my other hand massaged the spot
under his tailbone the growl changed into a purr, a deep demanding one, but a
purr nonetheless.

I whispered: “Second purr point found!”
into his ear, putting more pressure on his dick, speeding up my motions. This
time I had no intentions of teasing my kitten, I wanted to feel him orgasm. I
pressed him closer, then my free hand moved further down, along his crack, along
it and I started to massage his scrotum, holding it close to his body.

Sorr’an bucked faster into my hand, then
suddenly threw his head back and growled out loud, his dick spouting his
essence on my hand and our stomachs, then attacked the spot where my neck met
my shoulders, biting down quite viciously and pressing his body into mine, while
I massaged every bit of pleasure from his dick.

We laid there in each other arms for
awhile, the sun peaking now through the window. A deep satisfaction had taken
hold of us and we basked in the afterglow of this incredible love making.
Sorr’an actually glowed, a permanent smile on his lips, a small flush gracing
his cheekbones.

He started speaking. “So, do you think it
was okay?” He smiled and I shook my head softly laughing then kissed him long,
pushing my tongue into his mouth and explored his hot cavern, inviting his wet
muscle to join the fun which it did immediately.

After a minute I drew back and simply said:
“Thank you.”

He nodded, smiled and Inuit kissed me and
whispered in a small, conspiratorial voice. “You know, that was just the
beginning. I can show you much more things that I can do with my hands, mouth,
tongue and… tails!” With the last word he grinned.

I grinned back and then patted his butt.
“Come on, get up. Breakfast is waiting and we have to wash beforehand.”

He sat up and let me get up, the started to
lick his arm. I watched him for some moments before I got us two washrags and
poured some water from a jug into a bowl, putting it in front of him. “I mean
real washing, not a catlick!”

“This is real washing!”

I took one washrag and wetted it, then
started to wash my kitten’s tummy and with a small scream he scrambled back
from me further up the bed. I caught him by one leg and pulled him back,
washing his legs and finally his cum-splattered stomach. “What is it with you
and water?”

He hissed and clawed at me, fangs bared. “I
just don’t like it. Do this ever again and I’ll make sure you won’t ever enjoy
my mouth again. Or anybody else’s!”

I lifted an eyebrow. “You know what? When
we’re at an inn this evening, I get us some warm water and then I’ll show you
what I can do with water and a soft washrag and believe me, you want me to wash
you every day.” I gave him a bright smile.

“I doubt that.” Was the grumbled reply but
at least he didn’t point his talons at my crotch area anymore.

“Come on, get up. I think there’s bacon for
breakfast.”

The reaction was immediate. My little one
took a sniff, then his facial expression lifted and he stormed to the door,
chanting ‘Bacon, bacon, bacon.” as if it was a spell.

“Sorr!” He stopped at the door giving me a
pointed look as if he wanted to tell me that I better had a good excuse to get
between him and his bacon. “As much as I enjoy you completely naked, I doubt it
is a decent outfit for the public.”

Sorr’an blinked, then looked down at his
naked form and shrugged, ran towards his clothes and put on his trousers and
shirt in fascinating speed, then threw my clothes at me, urging me to get
dressed which I did. Afterwards he took my hand and tugged me to the door.

“Nah, you give me your bacon, right?”

“How about we get you a large portion and I
get one that I actually am allowed to eat?”

“Yeah, a large portion for me. But you give
me half of yours nonetheless, right?” He glanced at me and started his “eyes” spell.

I groaned. “You’ll be my death – I’ll die
of starvation!”

He grinned. “Nah, I’ll feed you with milk,
don’t fear!” With that he dragged me behind him to the taproom. I rolled my
eyes but I knew that from then on it would always be one room with one bed!

 

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