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A slow drag, inhale, exhale. Monotonously, the smoke filled his lungs. Similar to his life, every drag is the same. Pond’s hand moves the cigarette towards his mouth almost languidly, resting his back against the stony wall of his penthouse building. In one hand, the cigarette burns and releases light smoke into the city's already polluted air; in the other, a sleek umbrella shelters him from the unrelenting storm.
Despite the rough rush of water from the sky, Pond feels calm– a sense of familiarity cast over him. Every day for Pond is the same. Going from his lavish penthouse straight to the cold, expensive office he owns. He takes care of his own, and nothing ever changes.
Staring at the cars that shoot by, Pond’s cigarette is a small nub in between his fingers. One last drag, and he throws it on the cold, wet ground; stomping it soon after. The flame is put out and diminished, much like Pond’s happiness. He glances down, taking in the crushed cigarette, feeling slightly pitiful for himself.
Something catches his eye– a small wet box at the side of his building, in the box rests a pretty white cat, grey adorning the coat and mixing with the white. Not exactly shielded from the harsh weather, but providing enough to make the kitty only slightly damp rather than soaking. The poor cat is resting, most likely trying to wait out the consistent fall of raindrops.
Pond feels his heart ache. A beautiful animal is left out in the cold rain, hoping the rain will stop soon, with no knowledge of when it could end. He sighs, quickly making a decision. Walking over, he wraps his large hands around the cat’s body, feeling the once soft and fluffy coat almost completely wet and soaked with the sky’s tears. He watches the cat stir slightly, eyes opening before closing right back. Almost human-like.
Pond takes the cat with one hand and wraps his suit jacket around the cold feline, holding it close to his chest. He hopes to provide the furry being with warmth as he takes the elevator to his floor. He unlocks the front door, walking through the extravagant penthouse.
Reaching his room, he places the sleeping beauty onto his bed, resting a blanket over it, trapping the heat with the cat. Pond takes a good look at the white tufts of fur, the ends coated with grey as if they were dipped– a very gorgeous cat. It looks expensive and well taken care of, a normal weight and no real dirt encased on the fur.
He sighs, petting the cat’s damp head, petting its soft fur. “Pretty little thing you are.” Pond mumbles as he takes his hands away. Pond’s fingers dash up to his tie, loosening it and taking it off, resting it on his mahogany dresser.
The suit jacket is next, sliding it over his broad shoulders, hanging the rich fabric over the wood. He unbuttons his shirt with practiced precision, letting it fall off his toned back, muscles painting the skin.
With only the pants adorning his frame, Pond drags his feet to the bathroom. A quick shower will rid him of the worries of work and leave behind a blank canvas he’ll let the kitty fill.
He’s fully dressed as he exits the bathroom, sleeping with his hard chest on display and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Walking past the still sleeping cat, he rushes to his kitchen. Pond pulls out leftover chicken from his past weeks of meal-prepping. He places it on a plate and sets it on the floor, along with a bowl of water. When the kitty wakes up, Pond makes a note to show him where he can eat.
Pond finds some leftover litter from where he was catsitting for his neighbor a few weeks ago and sets it up in the bathroom. He’ll have to show the kitty that as well, wishfully hoping the cat is litter-trained. Regardless, Pond sets up a sanctuary for the cat to wake up to.
He travels back to his room, feet lightly slapping the hardwood floors as he enters. The cat is still sleeping; this time, it looks like the cat has moved– it's lying on its back, seemingly lost in a deep slumber that would only be the result of pure exhaustion. Pond cocks his head, deciding to take the poor animal to the vet when he gets off work. It’s strange that the animal hasn’t woken up, but at least Pond can be comforted by the slight rise and fall of the kitty’s chest.
Pond slides under the covers of his bed, the cat resting just at the end. Soon enough, the stress of the day weighs down on his eyelids, and he falls into his dreamscapes.
==
When Pond awakes, the first sound he hears is the insistent blaring of his alarm. It cuts through his dream, leaving only the remnants of a foggy heaven he wishes he’d come back to. The second sound that registers is the loud purrs of a cat. Comforting and warm, the cat lies in dreams at the bottom of his feet. He sighs, rising out of his bed and forcing himself to leave the sanctuary the cat offers in laziness.
By the time Pond finishes his extensive routine, he’s dressed head to toe in Versace. The luxury clothing coats his skin, dressing the once peaceful Pond of his home in a more serious and hard-hitting CEO mask. Passing by his bedroom, the cat still hasn’t awoken. Pond’s brows furrow– the cat seems to have the same sleeping patterns as a lazy student stressed and winded from the weights of work. He’ll have to take the cat to see the doctor as soon as he arrives back.
Soon after, Pond leaves the cool apartment, leaving the kitty alone in the big home, only with a pat on the head as a reminder.
==
To say Phuwin is confused would be an understatement. Last he remembered, he had been hammered outside a nightclub, and in a fit of haze and exhaustion, he might’ve accidentally transformed into his cat form with no way to transform back. He remembers the rain and the cold hitting his soft fur, remembers taking shelter in a nearby box outside of a fancy looking building.
Phuwin was exhausted and did not feel like walking home as a feline in the pouring rain, so he took his pretty paws into that box and passed out. He did not expect to wake up ass naked in a huge satin-encased bed surrounded by wealth and prosperity. He didn’t even get a chance to blink the sleep out of his eyes.
Getting out of the warm, comfortable bed is a struggle in itself– this type of luxury is foreign to him. He usually spends his days drowning in whatever vat of alcohol he can find, never stumbling upon marble-tiled bathrooms or chandelier-hung living rooms.
Pushing the thought away, Phuwin observes himself in the mirror set on the wall opposite of the bed. Turns out he’s still not fully human, fluffy white cat ears moving constantly on top of the mess of black hair. When he turns around, there’s a pretty long white tail resting atop his cheeks. The tips of his ears and tail are both dipped in grey, giving his fur a distinction like smoke in the white walls of heaven. He sways his hips in the mirror, looking at the tail moving along with him.
Phuwin sighs, anxiety coating his veins. He knows he’s alone in the apartment, but who knows when his captor may come back. Biting his lip, he wrestles with what to do. First, he decides he has to find some clothes, having left his clothes wherever his body failed him, and decides to transform.
He forces his bare feet to move across the cold hardwood floors, and he walks until he’s standing in front of a closet– one in which he hopes there are clothes in. Opening the doors, he’s greeted by countless expensive suits, Versace lining the walls. Phuwin’s eyes widen, and his ears twitch– just how rich is the dude who captured him?
Somehow, he manages to find a white pair of panties and a white t-shirt. Phuwin, much to his dismay, failed to locate any pants that weren’t tailored and lined with invisible gold specs. He bites his lip again, gnawing on the poor skin to try and soothe himself.
He’s also a little concerned as to where the panties came from. They’re small and dainty, with lace coating the trim and a pretty white bow in the middle. Phuwin doesn’t get the same scent from them as he does from the shirt. They seem brand new. He’s too desperate to think about that right now.
The clothes are way too big on him, the t-shirt slides off one shoulder, and engulfs his pale body in the massive remnants of whatever build his captor holds. They also smell of the man, expensive, rough, and manly. Phuwin’s heightened smell is a blessing and a curse. In a moment of weakness, he takes the shirt, he puts it up to his nose and breathes in, almost moaning at the scent.
Fuck, Phuwin really needs to get laid.
Shaking his head, he saunters out of the room and steps his way into the kitchen. He knows he should leave and that staying is a bad idea, but Phuwin is hungry, cold, and mildly hungover.
Stepping into the kitchen, he notices a plate of chicken on the marbled floor, sitting next to a bowl of water. A huff of air in the form of a laugh leaves his mouth; the care his kidnapper had for this illusion of a cat is endearing. Walking past it, he heads straight for the fridge.
Phuwin spends the rest of his time cooking a nice breakfast, paid for by the rich, luxurious, Versace-wearing man. He eats at the table in silence, feeling his tail sway behind him with every slight movement. Cats are an expensive investment.
It’s been a while since Phuwin has had an incident this bad with his “power.” Usually, he can control when he turns, but he guesses it was a mix of the alcohol and his body going into panic mode that forced him to turn fully cat. Unfortunately, he lost control, and now he’s in a random guy’s penthouse stealing his food and clothes.
He eats in silence, planning his escape in his mind over his eggs and toast. Finishing quickly, Phuwin tries to find his way to the front door, passing by the expansive living room covered in windows. The light passes through the glass like golden tears shed by the morning sun.
It’s a bad idea and Phuwin should be stronger, but the light looks so warm and inviting— a warm hug he wants to be engulfed in. Ultimately, his furball brain wins, and suddenly he’s sprawled out on the rich man’s leather couch, letting the sun paint his fur in streaks of yellow. He’d never realized the best hangover cure is sunbathing in a wealthy man’s apartment.
Phuwin takes liberty of the couch, squirming around and sniffing the man’s shirt. The whole room is spilling with the scent of his captor, and for some reason he can’t explain, it’s beyond comforting to Phuwin.
So much so, he feels himself getting wet just at the masculine scent of the rich man, heat pooling in his belly. Against his better judgment, Phuwin rolls on his side and slides a hand down his bare stomach, the shirt rolling up from the insistent movement in the sun.
He lies, imagination running wild at the thought of a faceless man covered head to toe in Versace looming over him. Looking at him while he’s lying on his expansive couch in just his t-shirt and lacy panties. He imagines what it’d feel like to have the man’s scent clouding his senses as he slams into him.
Phuwin gasps at the wild thoughts; his hand slides over the soft skin, finally resting at the mound between his legs. He knows he shouldn’t, but the man’s probably at work and won’t be back for hours. His scent is so deep and musky, like the smell of rain when you're drunk. Phuwin is nothing if not weak.
Sliding his hand inside the soft panties, he runs his finger through the folds, gathering the slick accumulated there. His finger brushes over his needy clit, stopping to give the bud special attention. Phuwin rolls onto his back, tail swaying where it rests behind him.
The finger moves against his clit in soft, but fast swirls, circling and rubbing the swollen nerves. A sharp gasp leaves his mouth, his back creating an arch with his tail going back and forth behind him. He licks his lips and opens his mouth, allowing himself full rein to moan in his captor’s living room.
Phuwin wonders what would happen if the man walked in. He imagines the man replacing his hands with his own, circling him with the large hands he knows he has. How hot it would be for the man to force him to take his cock deep— he can’t stand it.
Phuwin bucks up into his hand, pushing the clit higher into his hand. He gathers the t-shirt in his hand, putting the thin fabric up to his nose and inhaling— really letting out a moan this time. Phuwin allows his finger to move lower, traveling down to his slick, open cunt.
Biting his lip, Phuwin slips a finger inside, all of his slick juices making the slide effortless and smooth. Continuing to sniff the shirt, Phuwin moves his finger in and out, curling up just to reach that spot in his pretty cunt. His back bows as he finds it, turning over on his side again.
Soon after, he slides a second finger along with the first, leaking fluids all over the borrowed panties. The panties have now adorned a wet grey stain from the amount of slick he’s leaking. His hole twitches around his fingers, a silent plea for the thick fingers of a stranger.
Every heightened sniff of the shirt brings in a new gush of juice directly from Phuwin’s desire. It floods and spills over Phuwin’s fingers, still moving mercilessly into his hole. He’s moaning like he’d just entered his heat in the strange man’s apartment. What was meant to be a rest before Phuwin escaped turned into something dirty, warm, and erotic. Phuwin just hopes this mistake won’t push him into an early heat.
Phuwin is heaving with every silky glide of his fingers. He wonders what the man coming back would do to him if he came back right now. Would he be angry and tell Phuwin to leave? Would he fuck Phuwin until his heat is forced to start? Phuwin hopes it’s the second one.
Two fingers become three, and suddenly Phuwin is stretching his pussy wide on his fingers, grinding up and pushing the fingers deeper into his cunt. He cries out with every curl of his fingers, brushing his spot with every curl— but his fingers still aren’t big enough, he can only graze it.
Soon enough, Phuwin’s movements become frantic, and he’s moving his thumb to brush his sensitive clit, rubbing around it and amplifying the pleasure. His sounds reach a high as his tail moves erratically behind him, ears rubbing against the couch with every soft grind of his thumb.
Letting out a few swears, Phuwin thrusts his fingers in deep and presses that red, abused nub even harder. Suddenly, he closes his eyes and throws his head back, slick gushing out of him as his orgasm takes over. Phuwin’s body tenses like a bow, only relaxing when the orgasm reaches a calm.
Pulling his fingers out of the now-stained panties, they’re covered in cum and soaked. He wipes them off on his borrowed shirt— too lazy in the sun to get up and clean himself.
Phuwin feels so sated in his post-orgasmic haze. His tummy’s full, he’s basking in the warm rays of the sun, and the man’s scent clouds his head and makes everything more foggy. Slowly, his eyes begin to fall on their own, and soon he’s out like a light.
==
Pond has a massive headache. It seems today every single person in his company decided to leave their brains at home— a constant whirlwind of mistakes and people not listening created a tornado directly in his office. A bad day doesn’t even begin to describe what he went through.
All he wants is to go back to his apartment and chill with his new kitty, maybe even over a glass of whisky. Taking a quick smoke break outside, he enters his penthouse with chains only his pretty cat can undo.
Pond walks through the kitchen, stopping by the fridge for a water bottle on the way, opening the cap, and taking a swallow. Leaning against the counter, he drinks the water while responding to work texts on his phone.
Finishing, he puts his phone in his pocket before leaving the kitchen and entering his living room. Something on his couch stops him dead in his tracks, making him drop his poor water bottle. His eyes widen as he takes in the sight— there’s a very pretty man sprawled out on his couch in Pond’s shirt and the panties he got as a weird prank gift from his old college friend.
Weirdly enough, the panties look to be soaked— a wet spot coating right where a dick should be. The pretty white and grey fur that adorned his cat’s head and body were now attached to the pale man, with ears and a tail lying underneath him.
Pond is in shock as he stands against the doorway. It would be insane to assume the cat he left this morning has somehow transformed into an incredibly innocent-looking human, but right now, he’s torn. Does he wake the gorgeous man and tell him to leave? Pond can’t tell.
There’s something thrilling about the way the grey tips on the top of his head twitch. The constant sway of his tail behind him hypnotizes Pond, resting his eyes where he knows they shouldn’t be. The catboy’s shirt has ridden up with his movement around the large couch, exposing a slight peek at what lies underneath. The mound hidden behind the panties captures his gaze, and he stares much longer than he should. Pond feels his cock stir as he moves to get a closer look.
The gorgeous white underwear rests on his hips perfectly, lining up to a small waist. The lace hugs his curves and decorates his body like a cake Pond can’t resist. Then there’s the dark grey where his lips are, like the catboy couldn’t help touching himself in Pond’s apartment. It soaks the outside of his panties and sticks to his skin, giving Pond a slight tease at the pretty cunt that lies underneath. So desperate– Pond can’t help but wonder what set him off.
Instead of kicking this guy to the street, Pond decides to let him sleep a little longer. At least now he knows why the kitty had such human-like sleeping patterns.
==
The first thing Phuwin notices when he wakes up is the scent– the same comforting rainfall scent he fell asleep to, but now it’s stronger, filling up his nose while he sighs at the smell. His eyes slowly force their way open, and suddenly he’s staring at the ceiling. It’s almost completely dark in the living room, with only a small lamp on the end table illuminating the large room.
Panic floods Phuwin’s bones as he takes in his surroundings. He realizes the man probably will be home from work soon, and he sits up in haste. Fear is next, as when he sits up, he’s suddenly face-to-face with his captor, sitting across the coffee table in an expensive plush chair. His mouth drops open, and his ears reel back, quickly very aware of where the influx of smooth, masculine scent was coming from.
The man sitting opposite adorns a gorgeous big nose, pretty brown eyes, and a mole sitting beautifully under his eye, like a single star in the desolate night. The epitome of luxury in Phuwin’s eyes. Absolutely stunning.
The man sits in the chair, still in his Versace work suit. In one hand, he has a glass of whisky, slowly sipping while he scrolls on his phone. The difference between them is dizzying– Phuwin lies sprawled on the couch, messy hair and fur, no pants with his panties on full display.
Then the man with his polished, well put together suit and perfectly styled hair, even after a full day’s work. His mouth waters as he looks him up and down. He has his legs spread, showing off the soft bulge between his thighs– not even hard, but still looking so thick.
Phuwin shakes his head as he moves to try and cover himself, reaching for a nearby pillow to cover his bare legs. Hearing the commotion, the expensive hunk finally looks at him.
“Good morning. I trust you slept well on my couch.” The man starts, giving Phuwin a heated once-over. He doesn’t sound necessarily angry, nor is he yelling. Phuwin gulps, unsure of how to get himself out of this situation. He truly did not mean to sleep until the man came home.
Phuwin opens his mouth, but before he can reply, the man speaks, “Care to explain how I brought a gorgeous cat into my home and I returned to a human with ears and a tail sprawled out on my couch?”
Phuwin’s eyes widen, he’s so screwed. “Please don’t call the police! I can explain, and you’ll realize that this is a big misunderstanding and honestly, not even my fault.” Phuwin tries, giving the man an awkward smile, his ears twitching with anxiety.
The man just sits there, sipping his whisky, like Phuwin is just entertaining him. He moves his hand, as if he wants Phuwin to continue. And so Phuwin does. He explains his tragic ending to his fun night while the man looks at him expressionless.
He really doesn’t want to admit it, but Phuwin wishes he knew what this guy looked like before he fingered himself today. The man’s face is perfect to imagine looming over him. His hands curl around the whisky glass and almost cover the whole glass, so thick and big.
Just looking at him, uninterested and legs spread, Phuwin wants to drop to his knees and get in between his thighs. Phuwin somehow finished his story through the brain fog, conveniently leaving out the time before he fell asleep.
“You seemed to have a fun time pleasuring yourself on my couch. Soaking my underwear— such a slut.” He grits out— the last part is a borderline whisper, but Phuwin hears everything. Phuwin shuts up quickly, squeezing his thighs together, his tail fidgeting behind him. He bites his lip, his face burning.
Phuwin doesn’t know how to reply— how is he even supposed to reply when he’s two seconds away from climbing the man? “Are you going to say something or keep staring at my cock?” Phuwin didn’t even realize the one-way staring contest he was having.
Without thinking first, he replies, “The second option.” The man sighs and rolls his eyes, slamming his glass on the table. Phuwin really thinks he’s screwed now.
The man stands, taking quick strides to reach Phuwin. He grabs a fistful of his hair, forcing Phuwin to actually make eye contact with him instead of the bulge he swears was staring back at him. He just narrowly avoids grasping the sensitive ears atop his head.
Phuwin gasps, “Wait, I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking— please don’t hurt me.” He begs, his hands fly to a prayer motion, a thin veil of protection. His ears are back to airplane mode, almost flush with his hair.
Phuwin watches in horror as the man’s expensive shoe runs up his bare leg, slowly sliding upwards until it rests on the couch in between his legs— so close to his already wet arousal. Phuwin’s mouth opens as he swallows, fighting the urge to buck up so the tip touches his sensitive clit.
“If I hurt you, will it be considered animal abuse? I just wanted to pet my pretty kitty.” He releases the hair, hand going from the pulling hold he had to softly pet Phuwin’s head. Phuwin understands he is a cat sometimes, but being treated like one in his human form is beyond embarrassing.
And arousing.
Phuwin feels a rush of fluid coat the panties, soaking them further. It won’t be long before he’ll feel it down his thighs. “N-no, but still— I’ll leave, just please let me go.” Phuwin cries, his hands fall from prayer, and he grabs the man’s calf.
The hand petting his hair moves, running behind one of his white ears. Phuwin gasps and arches when the hand scratches the base of his ear, a gush of slick smothering the panties. The man starts really petting Phuwin’s ears, watching his hips twitch up and the way he squirms.
The man smirks, “Does my kitty like it when I pet his ears?” he asks. Phuwin lets out a moan, moving his head to fit better in the man’s hand. He nods, shy and embarrassed. Phuwin closes his eyes, letting the electrifying feeling of his ears being touched flow through his bones.
Suddenly, he feels the man’s shoe move forward slightly, pressing the tip on his swollen clit. Whining, his eyes fly open, and he grips the calf harder– a silent beg for mercy. Phuwin opens his mouth to complain, but all that comes out are helpless mewls. The man is still above him, just pressing down with an impassive face and dark eyes.
“W-wait, you need to, fuck, let me go.” Despite his words, he bucks up into the tip of the shoe, rubbing the soft nerve. Much to Phuwin’s dismay, the man takes his hands away from Phuwin’s ears. At the same time, he removes the shoe, putting his foot back on the ground and walking away. He moves and sits back down, taking another languid sip of his whisky.
Phuwin is ruined– his face is flushed red, and the borrowed shirt is sliding off his shoulders. His underwear is completely soaked while he’s dripping down his thighs. Underneath the panties, his clit is red and raw, aching for touch and release. He’s heaving while he stares at his captor, once again eyes trained on the bulge in his suit pants.
“You can leave now. I won’t call anyone. Just make sure to put on some pants before you leave.” The man takes a cigarette out of his coat pocket, retrieving a lighter as well. He lights the cigarette before taking a drag, leaving Phuwin horny and sad.
This man humiliated Phuwin and is now asking him to leave. Phuwin feels tears well up in his eyes– he gnaws on his lip again, his ears twitching. His clit is throbbing in the wet panties, the white making it almost fully visible and see-through. His tail is swaying erratically behind him, irritated and turned on.
Before he could even stand, the man’s voice pierced his ears. “Don’t cry, kitty. You’re too pretty to let it ruin your face.” Phuwin’s eyes squeeze shut, tears flowing.
The man sits in the plush chair, watching. The man says, “Fine, use that pretty mouth, and if you’re good, I’ll think about touching you.” Phuwin's spine tingled, his body running hot. He knows he shouldn’t– this is pathetic.
Unfortunately, he stands immediately. The man cuts in with a click of his tongue before he can start walking, “Pets are supposed to crawl, not walk.” The command is gentle, but firm, leaving no room to disobey. Phuwin’s eyes widen, and he swallows. Slowly, he lowers himself to his hands and knees, crawling towards his captor. His tail is languidly swaying behind him, standing up.
Phuwin reaches the space in between the man’s thick thighs, resting on his knees. The man looks down at him, still taking slow drags of his cigarette. Phuwin’s hands move, going for the zipper of the man’s pants. He unbuttons them just enough, now face-to-face with the man’s cock trapped behind a thin layer of loose cotton.
The beast inside is huge, trying to escape with the way it strains against the cotton prison. Phuwin licks his lips, mouth salivating at the sight. He pulls down the boxers right after, the cock bouncing out and hitting Phuwin’s nose in the process. The man’s hands find his hair again, rubbing softly at the roots of his hair.
He wraps his hand around the cock, slowly stroking it. The man watches, almost entranced from the movement. Phuwin’s hand goes up, brushing the tip of his cock with his thumb , taking the precum and spreading it down— making it wet for the inevitable slide down his throat.
Phuwin moves his face, gulping before his tongue peaks out from his lips– giving the cock soft licks to the tip. He licks along the hard length, getting it wet. Phuwin takes the tip in his mouth, reveling in the soft rubs in his head– comforting and dizzying. Swirling his tongue, he hears the man let out a small groan, running his hands through Phuwin’s hair— the cigarette put out and forgotten.
“That’s a good kitty, take it slowly. Don’t hurt yourself.” The man grunts out, breathing heavily above him, like a god Phuwin can’t help but give his worship to. He hums around the cock, basking in the gentleness the monster above him is showing. Removing the tip from his mouth, he doubles his efforts. Sliding his tongue from base to tip, only to end with his pretty lips wrapped back around the tip, slowly making their way down the girth of the length.
Phuwin moves his tongue along the length as he goes down, licking and sucking. The tip hits his throat, and his mouth is stretched wide– he feels tears reentering his eyes. He goes deeper, gagging a little when he feels the cock making a home inside the wetness of his throat.
Finally, his nose touches the man’s lower stomach, and Phuwin is already wrecked. “So, so good for me. Stay there.” The man uses his hand, lightly scratching his scalp to gently hold him deep on the cock. His breathing is ragged and airy, letting a few swears leave his lips. Phuwin whines when he feels the hand go from holding to rubbing again, this time on the bottom of his ears. The whines send vibrations that have the man above lightly thrusting upwards.
He continues to rub his ears, sending shivers down his spine. Phuwin slides up and down on the cock, hollowing his cheeks to take it. He can’t help but think about how pathetic he must look– on his knees with his panties soaked, cock of a man he doesn’t even have a name for in his mouth, stretched wide. His cheeks are dusted with red and ruined by tears; he looks like a low-class whore.
Phuwin’s hands clench where they rest on the man’s thick thighs, his eyes slowly closing as he works his mouth all over the hot cock. His clit is begging for attention between his own thighs, wet and revealed even through the cotton panties. He presses his thighs together, working to ease the strain.
“Open your eyes, kitten. Let me– fuck, see you.” From kitty to kitten– Phuwin’s never been called anything like this before. The hand previously stroking his sensitive ears suddenly moves to cup his cheek, wiping the tears away and soothing the embarrassment in the process. Phuwin obeys, opening his eyes back up and getting a good look at the man above him.
He’s beyond gorgeous– anyone would mistake the handsome features for those of a god. With his tall nose and hazy eyes, Phuwin can’t believe he’s in this position. “Keep them there, I want to see you.” Who is Phuwin to disobey? He keeps eye contact as he goes down the length, swallowing and tasting the precum the man releases.
Everything is so much slower than Phuwin would’ve expected. He’d thought by the man’s tone earlier, he would be getting his face fucked into the next dimension, but instead, the man is letting him go as slow as he wants. Letting him take his time with his cock– in no rush to come down his throat and kick him to the streets. Phuwin’s almost getting whiplash from the difference.
Both the praise and the humiliation go straight to his bones and make his insides feel hot and wet– he can’t help but wonder if he is going into heat. “Fuck, so pretty– such a pretty slut for me. You get on your knees for any man who talks to you mean?” The man asks, breathless and almost whiny. Phuwin shakes his head as best he can with his mouth full. The man just chuckles, seeming to be amused by Phuwin’s answer.
“No? You’re so good at this, though. T-telling me you just practice on toys?” Phuwin whines, letting his eyes squeeze shut while his face goes up in flames again. The man’s hand returns to his ear and starts petting again, sending pleasure coursing through Phuwin’s spine. He moans around the cock– hips twitching up.
The man looks so entertained by him, mouth open and letting his heavy breathing pierce the air. “So fucking pretty,” he whispers, “I’m going to fuck your face now. Tap my thigh twice if my precious kitty can’t take it.” He finishes, threading a hand through Phuwin’s hair before thrusting. The tip consistently hit the back of Phuwin’s throat, carving out space in the small cavern. Phuwin can’t do anything but grip the man’s thigh, letting him work his face all over his cock.
He also can’t keep quiet, sending vibrations along the length with every whine and moan. The feeling of having his throat fucked is so intense and almost too much, but Phuwin can’t help but sneak a hand down to rub his needy clit. Slowly, he slides a finger into the slot between his lips. The slide is wet and desperate, letting his hips buck up into the finger.
Much to his dismay, the man notices. He calms his thrusts, languidly fucking his face as he watches Phuwin shyly rub his soaked clit– so desperate just from being used. He uses his shoe to lightly kick his hand away from the nerve, not hurting just enough to move. Phuwin’s eyes fly open, and he tries to back off from the cock coating his insides– the man keeps him still. He whines, needy and so incredibly turned on.
The man replaces the hand with the tip of his shoe, pressing downward– giving the bundle what it needs. This time, the man lets Phuwin pull off, watching with dark eyes as he coughs and sputters. Phuwin’s hips twitch up into the shoe, mouthing along the cock as he revels in the pleasure. “Too much for you, kitten?” Phuwin shyly nods, obedience turning into syrupy agreement.
Phuwin’s head is foggy and spinning– heat pools in his belly while he takes the cock back in his mouth, deep and unrelenting. The man’s cock stretched his jaw and left the bone aching, one that he’ll feel for days. The man’s deep groans fill his ears as he pumps his mouth across it, using his foot to give Phuwin some relief.
The man starts fucking his throat again, this time rougher. The addled pleasure of getting face-fucked and his clit rubbed with every slide makes Phuwin even dizzier– his body is becoming mush where he sits on his knees. His forgotten tail is lazily swaying behind him, curving upwards and brushing the hand that’s in Phuwin’s head.
His thrusts get deeper, leaking precum in Phuwin’s awaiting throat with every wet slide. “I think, fuck, my kitten needs some milk, baby. What do you think?” The man pets Phuwin’s head again, the touch to his ears sending lightning down his bones and ending straight to his cunt. Phuwin agrees in the form of a slutty, muffled moan.
The man’s grip on his hair tightens, and then he’s fucking Phuwin’s throat with more vigor, racing towards that oasis. His hips buck once before he’s releasing directly into Phuwin’s mouth with a throaty groan, holding him down on his cock. “Fuck, yes, swallow it, baby. My pretty kitten.” The god above him moans out, exasperated and windy.
The shot of hot cum down his throat should make hims cringe and pull away, but Phuwin can only swallow around him, trying to take the heavy load without coughing and sputtering– like he wants to be his rich man’s good kitty. In between his legs houses a wet fire, hot and messy. The man’s foot is still there, just pressing– only when Phuwin moves his hips does he get the slight rub of lightning down his spine.
When the man releases his hair, Phuwin finally slides his mouth off the cock, a string of saliva and cum mixed together and connecting his lips with the tip of his dick– a symbol of the fragile new connection between them. He stares at the hot length; shockingly enough, it’s still hard. Phuwin needs to have it inside him.
“Did I do well?” Phuwin asks, a faint blush covering his face as he wills his eyes away from the way the cock is curving upwards. He settles on the man’s eyes, silently begging with his wet eyes to be fucked into oblivion. The man stares back, raising an eyebrow. He looks Phuwin up and down– like he’s studying him, deciding if the trick was adequate enough to deserve a treat.
The man’s foot digs in again, applying more pressure to the poor clit– Phuwin can’t help the way his back arches. “You were good, kitten. Get in my lap for your treat.” Phuwin rises to his feet, sliding into the man’s lap like he was made to be there. He bites his lip, suddenly face-to-face with the man.
Staring at the man– his face is mesmerizing. He’s like a mirage on a hot day, fighting to come to life in the eyes of the heat-ruined brain– or maybe he’s a demon, ruining an angel on a lust-ridden night. Perhaps Phuwin is the angel in need of saving, broken and vulnerable. He’s caught and lost in the star that is the mole under his eye, a deep daze only he can see.
“You’re staring again. Am I really that appealing to you?” The man’s hands find Phuwin’s hips, playing with the waistband of his panties– a slight teasing touch. “Y-you’re very handsome, man,” Phuwin mutters, almost too quiet. The man’s eyebrows furrow, “Man? You can call me Pond, baby.” His hands dip lower, leaving fire where he teases Phuwin.
Phuwin’s heart rate is increasing with the teasing and the man, Pond, telling him his name. Suddenly, he feels too hot. “Phuwin. My, uh, name is Phuwin.” The man smiles, hand sliding out of the underwear. Phuwin feels the hands slide on his lower back, trailing towards his tailbone.
A half gasp, half moan is ripped out of Phuwin when the man takes his tail in his hand, tugging and pulling him slightly backwards with the force. “Phuwin, huh. A pretty name fitting for my gorgeous kitten.” Pond’s smile increases as he plays with the tail, watching as Phuwin’s back bows.
Phuwin is a mess on Pond’s lap, he’s desperately trying to twitch away from the hand rubbing his tail— it makes him leak, so wet inside. He hears himself, too. Moans sounding like calls for help, calls for a merciful god to rescue him. The demon trapped the angel, keeping him pathetic and weak in an act of selfishness.
“My kitten is so sensitive when I pet him. So desperate he’s leaking all over my lap. Like a slut.” Pond grits out, stroking the tail like it was a cock. The hand that’s not petting the tail trails down, sliding the panties down and off.
Phuwin’s nails dig into Pond’s clothed shoulder, whining in his ear. His back is arched in a pretty curve, pushing his ass back so Pond has easier access to the tail. It’s so overwhelming that Phuwin’s eyes fill with unshed tears, and soon, his voice hits a new octave.
He’s right on the edge of heaven just from having his tail pet; he really might be in heat. Almost like on cue, Pond’s hand slides away from his tail, leaving it with only the warm memory of pleasure. Leaving Phuwin with a tingling sensation in his stomach.
Phuwin sinks onto the man’s lap, breathing heavily. “My poor kitty, so desperate here alone today. Ruining my clothes with his need for salvation. What got you so worked up, kitty?” Pond asks, shamelessly groping Phuwin’s ass. Phuwin feels his whole face heat up— how does he tell the man he got turned on from sniffing his clothes?
Phuwin twists in his lap, ignoring the question. He, very slowly, almost unnoticeably, grinds his hips down, moving to stimulate his raw clit on Pond’s clothed thigh. He bites his lip as his lips slide smoothly against the fabric, effectively giving him what he needed.
Pond notices— the erratic breathing pattern gave him away. The next thing Phuwin feels is a hard sting in his ass. He gasps, the movement of the slap making his clit rub harder on the slacks. “I asked you a question, baby. Instead of answering, you would rather rub your soaked clit on my tailored pants.”
Phuwin, still recovering from his ruined orgasm, whines. “S-Sorry,” he grinds, “I-I was l-laying in, uhn, your clothes and, f-fuck, they smell so good. They s-smell like you. So good. Made me so, shit, horny.” Phuwin’s face is red and hot by the time he finishes, still moving his hips in more noticeable circles.
Pond laughs, a rich, hearty laugh. “My poor kitten. His heat-dumb brain got him wet purely from the scent of a stranger. It’s okay, kitty, I don’t blame you.” His hand travels up to pet his head again, rubbing the spot behind his ears. Phuwin’s spine tingles with the lingering shame of being made fun of, but with his ears being pet— he can’t help but arch and start fully humping Pond’s thigh.
Phuwin is so hot and embarrassed, he doesn’t know how to reply. The only sounds in the room are his needy moans being punched out by the pleasure invading his senses. His pretty nerve feels so good being rubbed against the slick silk of Pond’s pants— he’s really lightheaded.
He tilts his head in Pond’s hand, trying to bait him to keep petting him. Pond obliges, running his hand all over the ears before stopping at the most sensitive space. All Phuwin can do is moan into Pond’s ears, so close to all the rubbing.
His hips increase the pace, frantically chasing his release— on the tail end of it. Before he can catch it, Pond stops him and throws him on the huge leather couch behind him.
Phuwin’s eyes widen at the force, watching as the rich man looms over him— like a shadow, a lustful demon ready to devour his treat. If Phuwin looks close enough, he swears he can see horns forming on Pond’s sleek black hair. He’s been left on edge for the past two times— Phuwin feels like he might break soon.
Phuwin’s now sprawled out on the couch again, a similar position to his earlier indulgence. This time, the object of his affection is in front of him, real and so, so sniffable. The man stands up over him, slowly unbuttoning his expensive shirt, sliding the jacket off his shoulders.
When the man is close to sliding the shirt off his shoulders, Phuwin stops him. He grabs the shirt and tugs on it, as if to ask for it without using his words. “You want my shirt? Why?” Pond gives it to him anyway, watching as Phuwin bundles it up. He takes the work shirt, filled with sweat and stress, straight to his nose, sniffing it.
The rich scent of Pond floods Phuwin’s senses immediately, as if washing him over in a cool embrace. The smell of rainwater, smooth and refreshing, washes over him, and he can’t help the wanton moan that escapes. Pond stares, half-shock and bewildered coating his features.
Pond moves so that he’s hovering over him, caging Phuwin in with his arms. Half of Phuwin’s face is covered by the shirt, but his eyes are looking, staring, at Pond’s toned chest and hard muscles. He was so scent driven that he didn’t appreciate the way he was sculpted like a God earlier. He happily gets his fill now.
“Like what you see, kitty? You can touch me.” Pond whispers, ducking his head down to attack the pale canvas that is Phuwin’s neck, leaving red and purple blossoms in its place. Phuwin takes his offer, baring his neck as he feels Pond’s lips everywhere on his body.
His hands are anything but idle, running all over the build of the taller man, desperation leaving streaks where his hands touch. Phuwin ends up at the biceps, breathing heavy and rough with the touches to his sensitive neck.
Phuwin squeezes, feeling the hard muscle contract under his hands. Pond feels like a statue, sculpted with deep care and renowned for the God based on it. Did Phuwin really meet an angel? He’s sure he met a deity when Pond sucks extra hard on a spot right under his ear, making him cry out.
Pond’s head rears back up from his neck, admiring the dark red spots already starting to form. He notices Phuwin's wet eyes, not yet crying but close. He sees the ears, standing upright and twitching as if begging for attention. Phuwin’s lower half is soaked and red, having been left on the edge multiple times now.
So pretty and pink, Pond thinks. He takes Phuwin’s hands in his, grabbing both his wrists in one hand and setting them above him. “Keep these there. Be a good kitten, and you can touch me again.” The command is firm, but also soft. Phuwin didn’t argue, instead shyly nodding and resting his hands above him.
Pond leans down, trailing kisses from Phuwin’s sensitive neck, pushing up his shirt, and licking across the soft stomach. He licks lower, stopping right before the tongue meets the wet folds of his pussy. He looks up at Phuwin, silently asking. He stares back with a mix of shock, embarrassment, and searing arousal. Pond quirks and eyebrow, wrapping a hand around his thigh and sucking the inside skin, all while keeping eye contact.
Finally, Phuwin gasps before nodding, a shy, red-cheeked nod full of permission and excitement. Pond smirks before slowly kissing up the thighs, landing with a wet open-mouthed kiss on the outside of his lips— a teasing calm before the storm. Still, it has Phuwin’s hips twitching.
Phuwin breathes heavily into the dress shirt as Pond teases the outside of his arousal with soft kisses and licks, squirming in anticipation. “P-Pond, please do something,” Phuwin whines, pushing his hips up against Pond’s thick lips. His movements are stopped when two big hands grab his hips, halting the thrust.
A sharp hand comes down on Phuwin’s thigh, slapping hard enough to leave a mark. Phuwin jolts and moans, the sting sending electricity through his spine. “Be patient, kitty. I’ll make you feel good.” He pushes his hips deeper into the couch as a silent command for them to stay. His hands dragged up and down his thighs, pulling them further open, spreading the legs to get a better look at the pink folds hidden between soft thighs.
The pussy is so wet, leaking down to wet the hole between his cheeks. Phuwin whines from above him, no longer being able to take the stares— he hides his face in the stained shirt. Pond lets him, diving down to run his tongue through the folds, starting at the hole before stopping at the clit.
Phuwin cries out, trying desperately to keep his hips from twitching up. Pond holds him down by his thighs, keeping them spread open and wide as he eats him out. Swirling his tongue around the bud, he feels it pulsing and begging underneath his tongue. Listening to Phuwin’s cries of pleasure, he licks deeper, running his tongue all over the organ— paying special attention to the swollen clit.
Phuwin’s back hits a new arch, struggling against the restraints. “F-Fuck, it feels so good. You, ungh, your tongue— so good.” Barely coherent, Phuwin moans. Pond wraps his lips around the nerve, sucking while stroking his tongue over it. He doesn’t know if this catboy is actually in heat or if his slick tastes sweeter than anything he’s ever tasted.
Going deeper, Pond licks a stripe up the whole pussy, pressing a kiss to the clit before shoving his tongue in his wet and slick hole. Phuwin’s eyes roll back, where it’s hidden behind the shirt, his toes clenching beside Pond. He forces his tongue as deep as it will go, pressing his face against the wet pussy. Phuwin reels every time his nose brushes his sensitive clit.
Phuwin’s hands fall from above him, moving to the shirt— unable to take being tongue-fucked within an inch of his life. His voice is strained and muffled with the dress shirt receiving all the moans and whines.
Pond reels back, a string of saliva and cum connecting him to the still beating pussy. Using his fingers, he gathers as much wetness as he can, coating his fingers thoroughly. With his fingers coated, he dives back in, licking the pussy slowly and comfortingly as he trails the fingers lower.
Phuwin’s eyes appear from the safe haven of the shirt when he feels two thick fingers rubbing at his asshole, a rough mix of arousal and anxiety flooding his veins. He reaches out, grabbing Pond’s wrists before he can breach the hole. “W-wait, I never, I’ve never had anything—“ He’s cut off by Pond breaking free, capturing his hand, and putting it right back.
“Thought I told you to keep your hands up, angel. Don’t let them fall again.” Ending his sentence with a sharp slap on his thigh. Phuwin jolts at the force, but keeps his hands there. He swallows as Pond takes position between his legs again. “It’ll feel good, baby. Let me take care of you,” he soothes, breath fanning out onto his pussy lips.
Pond’s slick fingers find the hole resting in between Phuwin’s cheeks again, and his tongue goes back to licking everywhere he can inside the folds— the clit, the hole, anywhere, even going back to tongue fucking him into oblivion.
Finally, a finger breaches his hole, sliding in smoothly due to the excessive amount of slick and the relaxation from being eaten out. Phuwin arches, feeling beyond full with the tongue in his front and the finger in the back. This man will surely break and ruin Phuwin.
One finger becomes two, and Phuwin just keeps getting fuller and fuller. The stretch is almost nonexistent with how wet he is, leaking down. The fingers start moving, thrusting in at the same time as the tongue— doubling the sensation. He can barely take the sensations, crying out and stuffing his face back in the white shirt.
Pond was right where he wanted to be. Coming home from a long day of work to eat your catboy’s pussy is something he’d never thought he’d be doing, but suddenly he doesn’t think he can live without it. Phuwin is clenching down so good on his fingers, and everything inside of him is so hot, so smooth, and so soft. Pond can’t wait to fuck either hole.
Phuwin’s so close to the edge after being kept there almost all night— one more push and he’ll explode right into Pond’s mouth. The dual feeling of Pond’s fingers stretching his hole wide and simultaneously licking the inside of his pretty pussy is too much for him, and he fears he may pass out soon.
With his other hand completely free, Pond snakes it around Phuwin’s back, reaching for something he knows will set him off. He takes the soft tail in his hands, rubbing the base with much renown. Phuwin’s voice almost immediately turns whiny and high, teetering that edge. His toes curl, and his back turns into a complete bow.
Suddenly, Phuwin feels like water has washed all over him and warmth floods his body, hard and unrelenting. His eyes close, and the hand is still rubbing his tail, the sensations pushing him over and making him spill directly into Pond’s mouth. Pond licks him through it, fucking his tongue in and taking his fluid in his mouth out with it.
Licking him well into overstimulation territory, Phuwin convulses, and Pond finally lets go, dragging his fingers out with it. Pond licks his lips as if savoring the flavor, “You taste so good, angel. Your pussy is so sweet just for me. I could eat it every day.”
Pond is suddenly looming back over him; he feels the shirt being moved from his face. He slides the shirt off his face slowly, revealing wet, red cheeks— flushed with embarrassment and the lingering effects of his orgasm. He’s breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
Shame still lacing his bones, he blushes, “Are you going to fuck me now?” Pond pushes his pants fully down and off his body, staring down at Phuwin. “Do you want to? I don’t know if my sensitive kitten can take it.” He replies, leaning back over Phuwin.
Phuwin bites his lip, silently begging for it. Pond’s hands travel everywhere on Phuwin’s body, feeling the soft curves and divots mold to fit his hands perfectly— like they were made to be there. The way the smooth skin bends underneath Pond’s hands makes him feel crazy with how right it feels.
Looking at Phuwin, he can’t take his eyes off the pink entrance. His pussy is pink and wet— abused and ruined just from being eaten, while the hole in between his cheeks gapes, silently begging to be filled again. The sight is so dirty and sinful, Pond almost feels bad for ruining this pretty angel. Almost.
Using his fingers, he spreads the lips of his pussy, revealing it wholly. “What do you want, kitty? Want me to pound your pretty pussy till it’s ruined for anybody else? Or would you rather me fuck your ass until you leak cum like it’s slick?” Phuwin stares like he doesn’t understand the question— dazed and confused.
“W-will it hurt? Whatever you want.” Phuwin mumbled, almost too quietly. Pond’s eyebrows furrow, wrapping his hands around the pale thighs. “Phuwin, are you a virgin?” His eyes widened like he’d been caught, his ears going into airplane mode. He grabs the shirt before drowning his face in it again. Pond watches him slowly nod his head behind the shirt.
It’s not that Phuwin wanted to hide it, but how was he supposed to tell him? He was afraid Pond would put an end to all of this if he knew. Instead, Pond just yanks him forward, forcing his body to collide with his, rubbing their arousal together. “I’ll just fuck your pussy, then. Don’t worry, I’ll come back for this pretty hole.” Pond smirked, almost turned on from the admission.
Pond takes his time sliding his dick through the slick area of Phuwin’s pussy— just rubbing, plowing through the area. Phuwin’s chest rises and falls with every slide, eagerly anticipating being filled. Suddenly,the tip of Pond’s thick, forgotten cock rubs against Phuwin’s abused clit, leaving him arching up into it.
Pond’s tip catches Phuwin’s hole, and he pushes in, slowly so as not to hurt the virgin. The tip slides in smoothly with all the fluid, stretching Phuwun out around the thick intrusion. Phuwin cries out, arching as if asking for more. The rest of the cock finds home inside of Phuwin, leaving him gasping and crying.
Mouth agape as he watches his cock slide into the pink pussy, Pond feels the walls clench and constrict around him, drawing him in. Pond’s dick is engulfed by soft, hot walls, tightening more as he goes in. “Fuck, kitty. Gonna break me.” He groans out, finally sliding home fully.
Phuwin lies back, arched and full— so full. Everything but his eyes is covered by the shirt as he breathes in, rainwater flooding his nose and making him leak with every inhale. Then, Pond feels it.
A soft, fur-covered thing sliding up his thigh, wrapping around the thick skin. Pond looks down at the tail before looking back at Phuwin’s eyes, questioning. Phuwin’s eyes follow his, and he jolts when he sees the tail. “S-sorry. Has a mind of its own sometimes.” The tail starts to unwrap itself, but Pond stops it. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Just seems like you want me to pet you.”
And Pond does, sliding a hand down to grip the base of the tail, both soothing and arousing Phuwin with every rub. Phuwin moans, Pond isn’t even moving the dick inside him, and he’s crying out already.
Phuwin feels so good like this. He’s filled to the brim with a thick cock, his tail is being rubbed, and his senses are clouded with the strong scent of the man in front of him. He can’t help the sound that escapes him.
When Pond hears it, it’s a soft and low thing, barely noticeable. A purr, quiet and steady, reaches Pond’s ears. Phuwin is purring. It’s an unconscious sound, a normal response when cats feel comfortable, but fuck, does it make Pond even harder.
He rubs the tail with more vigor now, trying to make the sound louder. He succeeds, and the sound is amplified now, purring unabashedly in Pond’s ear as he cages him in with his arms. “Do you feel good, baby? You’re purring.” Pond whispers, thrusting his hips deeper.
Phuwin replies with a moan, toes curling. “F-fuck, am I? This is so, uh, embarrassing…” Pond can’t help but smile, adoring his embarrassed catboy.
Pond bucks his hips, languidly thrusting inside of him, testing the waters. Only finding no resistance and instead, helpless moans, Pond ups the ferocity of his thrusts. Phuwin grips him so tight, Pond thinks he could die and be happy. He releases the tail, using both of his hands to grip Phuwin’s small waist, fucking him in earnest now.
“My, shit, kitten is so tight for me. Saving his virginity just for me, so good. Such a good pet.” His thrusts are fast, hard, and deep, leaving Phuwin reeling from where his face rests behind the shirt. He’s crying into the shirt, pleasure overtaking every sense and amplifying the hot and wet slide inside of him.
Pond is so deep inside of him, he can’t take it. His fingers are clenched in the dress shirt, using it as a shield to hide his wet face. Pond takes Phuwin’s thigh in his hand, sliding it up to rest on his shoulder.
The angle change has Phuwin crying, somehow Pond’s even deeper inside, creating a new gape inside of him. The sounds in the room consisted of desperate groans and cries, followed by the low sound of Phuwin’s purrs. Pond’s relentless fucking has his brain turning to mush, mindlessly clenching down on the cock inside him.
The slide is so slick and easy, it feels like Phuwin was made for Pond to fuck. Pond uses his hands to part the pretty pussy lips, watching the slide of his cock into the stretched hole. “Fuck,” he groans out, “Look at how you open for me, angel. So pretty and perfect for me.”
Phuwin’s ears are swaying and twitching with every slick thrust, begging for attention that Pond’ll happily give. His hand cups the soft ear, starting off with slow rubs. It quickly intensifies, ending with him rubbing the base of the ear— just the spot Phuwin needs.
The coil of pleasure starts building inside of Phuwin, threatening to snap with every rub of his ears. “P-Pond, ungh, fuck, I’m gonna cum. H-harder, please.” Phuwin begs, groping Pond’s thick muscles.
Pond obliges, fucking Phuwin harder, drilling into his special spot with every sharp thrust. “Come for me, kitty. I’ll give you something special in return.” Pond groans in his ear, sliding in harder and deeper.
The coil expands and breaks— the command striking Phuwin and forcing him over the edge. His back bows, and his sharp fingernails leave claw marks in Pond’s back— deep red marks that won’t go away for days. The moan he lets out pierces the air, scented with sex and rainwater.
“Good kitty. I’ll breed you now.” One last thrust and Pond is finishing directly inside his catboy, flooding his walls with thick, white cum. A light fuck, escapes his mouth as he empties himself in the tight space.
The thick rush has Phuwin’s toes curling, stomach tightening at the mention of breeding him. Warmth fills him, and he decides he’ll never leave Pond alone. He’ll keep begging on his doorstep to be let in, keep touching himself on his couch. Pond will never be lonely ever again. Phuwin has found his mate.
Pond slowly slides out, watching the gush of slick that follows— a truly bred kitty.
After the climax, Pond stands, and Phuwin fears he’ll kick him out now, but Pond just leaves the room. He returns with a wet towel, cleaning Phuwin thoroughly. Phuwin’s heart is even happier, his purring intensifying. He stops him before he can clean out the cum inside him, “Don’t. Wanna feel full of you. Let it stick.” Pond just smirks and cleans his ass instead.
When they’re clean and in Pond’s huge bed, Phuwin can’t help the loud purring that fills the room. He’s lying on Pond’s chest, staring up at him, watching his face. Pond’s hand is wrapped around his waist, slowly trailing down. Phuwin gasps as he feels a finger trace his bare asshole.
“So, when are you letting me fuck this?”