Purrfect Chaos

by Misha Carver

  As soon as I knew she was sound asleep, I jumped down from the bed and searched the house for an open window that I could sneak out of. There wasn’t one. Finally, I came to the conclusion that my only way out of there was in my human form. I shifted back and headed for the door.

  I tiptoed out and closed it behind me. Just as I was heading down the front stairs, I heard the doorknob turn. She must have heard me leave. I quickly turned around so it would look like I was coming instead of going.

  “Tom, what are you doing here?” she asked as she stood in the doorway in her nighty.

  I walked up to the door and rested my arm on its frame. “I was just thinking about you. Do you wanna talk or something?” I said in the sultriest voice possible.

  “I don’t know,” she said, giving me a confused look. I didn’t know if she was bewildered by my question or by the feelings it stirred up in her. I reached over and cupped her face in my hand.

  We stared intensely into each other’s eyes before I pulled her into a passionate kiss as we both stepped back inside the door. She closed it behind us. My hands wandered over her neck and down to her breasts.

  Her skin was so soft and silky. I loved the way she shuddered when I tugged at her nipples before kissing them and blowing on each one. When I took them in my teeth and nibbled on them delicately before pulling on them, she moaned in ecstasy, sending shivers up and down my spine.

  When she tried to reach under my shirt, I stopped her. “Not tonight,” I whispered as I continued to lick and tease her nipples. Tonight was all about me touching her.

  I started kissing my way slowly down her body, over her stomach and her navel. I could tell she was going insane by the way she threw her head back. When I got closer to her pussy, she writhed in excitement, knowing what was coming next.

  I slowly started kissing her milky-white thighs, one by one, being careful not to give one more attention than the other. I was careful not to get too close as I inched closer to her clit. I wanted to build her anticipation, but not to give into her aching desires just yet.

  “Oh my God, you’re so beautiful,” I whispered as I slowly rolled my tongue from the top of her shaven mound down over her clit. She shuddered and gasped as I struck a chord with her nub.

  I grabbed her legs and put them up on my shoulders while I continued to lap away at her clit, the same way I had lapped away at the milk in the saucer earlier. The more she writhed around, the more excited I got.

  I wanted to know what her pussy felt like and pressed two fingers up against her opening. While my tongue swirled against her clit, my fingers were sliding in and out of her.

  She moaned and gasped, and rocked her hips. I took her clit into my mouth and gently sucked on it. I could tell by her moans that she was getting closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Come for me, baby,” I whispered. “Show me that you’re all mine, baby girl.”

  My fingers were pumping in and out of her in a steady rhythm while she rocked in a frenzy. I traced the area between her hot dripping cunt and her throbbing clit with my tongue before sucking on it again.

  She rocked her hips as she dug her fingers into the carpet so hard that I could see her knuckles turning white. I knew she was going to go over the edge soon. So I slowed her down and started teasing her with my tongue again, slowly tracing back and forth between her lips and around her clit.

  I could tell she was going insane. I started pumping a third finger in and out of her. She gasped with delight and bucked back on my fingers, so I began pumping harder and faster. I kept going back and forth like that, between teasing and sucking, stopping and starting her.

  When I knew she couldn’t take it anymore, I enveloped her clit between my lips and started rolling it around, and kept on sucking it no matter how hard she bucked her hips. She cried out and moaned as her body shivered and shook in ripples of orgasm. No matter how intense her writhing got, I never let go of her nub.

  When her body started to settle down from the shock waves, I let her have a rest for ten seconds before I went back at it. Almost instantly, she began moaning and squealing while she rocked her hips and wrapped her legs around my head, trying to push herself closer to me.

  She screamed as I held her butt cheeks in my hands and her clit in my mouth. I held her there like that until her cries and moans became mere gasps and her writing and rocking stopped. I kept hold of her until the last wave of orgasm left her body. Then I kissed her forehead as we lay on the floor together.

  ***

  “Get out,” Jacy yelled as I opened my eyes. It was barely daylight out. “Ten more minutes,” I said as I rolled over.

  “I said, get out,” she screamed. I turned and looked at her standing there straight as a board with her fists clenched. I could almost hear the blood pumping through her veins, and I could see the blue vein almost popping out of her forehead.

  I sat up and tried to get my wits about me. “Now,” she said. “Not in ten minutes, not in ten seconds, now.” I thought we had connected the night before, but apparently not enough for her liking.

  I got on my feet and made my way to her kitchen to get a glass of water before I headed for home. “Did you not hear me?” she said as she pounded her little fists on my back. “Get the hell out of here.”

  “Okay, okay,” I said as I started toward the door. She kept hitting me all the way out while I tried to shield myself with my hands. I loved a feisty woman, but this one took the cake. “And take these with you,” she screamed when I got to the bottom of the stairs.

  I turned around just in time to get hit in the chest with my sneakers. I laughed at her fiery temper, making her even more furious. She stomped back into the house and slammed the door behind her.

  The only way I was going to get close to that hellcat was as Pharaoh. But for right now, I needed to go for a run to blow off some steam. I threw on my sneakers and headed out toward the forest.

  As soon as I got there, I felt my transition starting to take place. My whiskers and nails got longer, and silky black fur began erupting from my skin. My arms lunged forward as front legs, and my hands became paws as the panther in me came out.

  I frolicked around in the green, leafy wooded area for hours, until nightfall. Just as I was enjoying a beautiful moonlit walk, I heard it. The cry of the wolves. I hated that sound. It was the sound they made just before a kill.

  Whenever I heard that yipping it sent chills up and down my spine. They yipped incessantly, which meant they hadn’t killed yet. They were still toying with their prey. I decided to sneak up and see what they were after.

  As I got closer, I saw her. I suddenly knew where Willow was. In the middle of the woods, surrounded by a group of ravenous wolves. I stood there for a second, hiding in the bushes, watching.

  As much as I couldn’t stand Willow, I knew that rescuing her would win my favor with Jacy. Dammit, I thought when I realized I had to save the mangy thing. But as much as I hated her, I hated wolves more.

  I leaned back on my haunches and launched myself right into the center of the ring and growled with my jaws opened wide. A couple of the wolves started to back up whimpering, but one, the leader of the pack, came forward snarling.

  I bared my teeth and smacked him in the nose with my paw, knocking him sideways. He got back up and lunged at me, knocking me over. We rolled around together on the ground until I finally had him on his back with my teeth wrapped around his throat.

  Okay, I’m done. The prize is yours, he told me through telepathy. I kept hold of him for a few seconds longer before I decided to let him live. I slowly let go and backed away. The pack of them walked back into the woods with their tails between their legs.

  Willow kept herself as low to the ground as she could while she looked up at me terrified. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “I’m taking you back home.” I thought about shifting back into human form, but we were so deep in the forest that I knew it would take hours to get to Jacy’s.

>   It would be much faster if I stayed as a panther. I slowly edged my way over to Willow. She arched her back and hissed at me. She looked hideous with her hair standing on end. “Calm the hell down,” I told her as I picked her up carefully by the scruff of the neck.

  I walked with her for a short ways until she stopped shaking before I finally started running through the forest. Just as I was getting closer to the edge, I saw an opening in the trees. Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to take a look.

  There in the midst of the mid-summer night stood Jacy with the moonlight in her hair. She looked so enchanting while she cast a spell to bring her kitty home. I started to laugh, realizing her spell was working, through no fault of her own, but stopped myself when I started to lose my grip on Willow.

  I must have made a rustling sound in the bushes, because right then Jacy looked up and shrieked as she stared me straight in the eyes. I couldn’t run. There was nowhere to go and nothing to do. I had to stand there in front of her with her beloved kitty dangling out of my mouth.

  I tried to stay as still as possible in an attempt not to frighten her any more than I already had. “Nice kitty,” she said as she stepped forward. I was impressed with her bravery. As she got closer, I leaned my upper half lower to the ground in an attempted bow, to try to let her know that it was safe to approach me.

  She reached over and patted my nose. “Hey there big fellow,” she said as she scratched behind my ears, “I think you have something that belongs to me.”

  I leaned forward and sat Willow on the ground at her feet before sitting up again. “Well, Willow,” she said as she picked her up and stroked her fur, “Who’s your friend?”

  Willow gave me a dirty look and kept trying to rub the dampness from the back of her neck off on Jacy’s arm. Ungrateful little snot. I just saved her from a pack of wolves, and she’s worried about a little bit of panther spit. She’s lucky she’s not covered in digestive juices right about now, I thought.

  As Jacy cuddled Willow, I decided to leave them to their little reunion, but just as I was leaving, she called me back. “Don’t go yet,” she said. I turned around and happily bounced back over to her. Perhaps I moved a bit too quickly, because the next thing I knew she fell to the ground unconscious.

  I knew I couldn’t carry her in my teeth, so I had to shift back into human form to get both her and Willow back home. I stood up on my hind legs as Willow stared at me wide eyed.

  Oh yeah, I thought, who are you going to tell? I felt my incisors and my nails return to normal, then my extremities, and finally my fur disappeared. Willow just kept staring. Yeah, I bet you wish you could do that, pussy cat.

  I picked up Willow and sat her down on Jacy’s stomach before putting my hands under her arms and knees and lifting her up. Damn cat sat there proudly as if she were being carried in a King’s court on a pillow while I took them both back to town.

  As I held her there in my arms, I never wanted to let her go. Even though I had never chased a woman for more than a few weeks before, this one was special. This one was mine.

  Rather than taking them both to her house, I decided to take them to mine instead. It was closer, and my human legs were growing tired. It had been a long day, and I just wanted to relax by the fire and enjoy being with her for one more night.

  The End of Purrfect Mates Part 1 - Purrfect Chaos

  To Find Out What Happens Next, Read Part 2 – Purrfect Storm

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