by Eric Vall
“Really?” Valerie tilted her head.
“Yeah,” I nodded, ran my fingers over the surface of the water, and created tiny waves. “They fill the water full of bubbles, bath salts and other luxurious types of things, put on these strange herbal face masks, tie up their hair, and just sit in the hot water… for hours on end.”
“For hours?” the cat-girl gasped. “Doesn’t the water get too cold?”
“No, I think they invented some type of heater recently,” I chuckled, pulled my hand out of the water, and rested it in my lap. “They just pop it underneath the tub, and it keeps both the tub and the water warm.”
“That seems like a pretty dumb invention to me.” Valerie shrugged. “You make better inventions than that, I bet you could make something way impressive with one hand tied behind your back!”
“Women don’t want to buy things invented by men,” I exhaled. “They want products made for women by women, that’s how it’s always been.”
“I’d buy your products, Charles,” the blonde grinned, reached out, and cupped my cheek.
“Would you?” I snorted. “Can you afford it?”
“Well, you said that the wealthiest women take baths every night,” the cat-girl declared. “So, I’m going to take a bath every night too and become the richest woman in the whole town! Then I can afford to buy your inventions!”
“Sure,” I laughed. “I’m sure that’s how you become the richest woman in the city.”
“I bet that’s how the Duchess did it,” the blonde inclined her head. “I can do it, too.”
Valerie sighed softly, glanced into the almost full tub, turned off the water, and then stood. The feline arched her back, lifted her right leg into the air, and pointed her dainty foot toward the ceiling. Valerie exhaled softly, let the leg drop, and then did the very same thing with the other leg.
I watched the muscles in her lean legs tense, relax, and flex. Without thinking, I moved forward, and ran a single finger down her inner thigh, pressed my hand fully against her soft flesh, and then traced invisible shapes down to her perfectly shaped ankle.
Valerie’s eyes fluttered closed and soft whispers escaped her plump lips. My mouth felt dry, and my throbbing erection pressed hard into the skin of my thigh, but I brushed my fingertips back up her leg to her velvety inner thigh.
“Will you help me?” Valerie lifted her long curtain of hair, turned her back to me, and gestured toward the zipper at the back of her clothes. “I can’t reach it.”
“Sure,” I stated as I stood.
My fingers grasped the cold metal of the zipper, pulled downward, and the fabric parted to reveal her blemishless skin underneath. I gulped loudly, lifted my eyes, and connected with her gaze over her shoulder. Her oceanic blue eyes glittered heatedly, and I felt the burning need within her.
I pushed the dark brown fabric down over her shoulders, and then watched as it fluttered down around her ankles. Valerie’s hips were wide, wider than most, and her waist tapered into a point. If I placed my hands on each side, I bet that the tips of my fingers would brush together.
“My gods,” I breathed, leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder. “You’re so beautiful, my creation… my love.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her to me, and hugged her tightly to my chest. Then I whispered sweet nothings into her neck, pressing soft kisses there as I went, and my hands wandered over her taut, lean stomach.
“Charles!” Valerie gasped.
“Yes?” I chuckled.
“Please,” the cat-girl gasped, wrapped her tail tightly around my wrist and jerked my hand downward. “I need you, I want you, I love you.”
“I thought you wanted a bath,” I snickered but never stopped moving my hands over her body.
“I don’t care about the bath now,” Valerie whined. “Please, just make love to me, as a husband and wife do… because that’s what you are to me, Charles, I love you, you’re my husband.”
“Well, we’d have to be married to be husband and wife,” I snorted. “But, I could make that happen in the future.”
“Yesss, oh gods, yes.” The cat-girl threw back her head and moaned. “I would do anything to have that, just please, touch me, do anything, I’m yours.”
“Why don’t you get in the water first?” I gestured toward the steaming bath.
“I don’t want one,” Valerie cried. “I want you.”
“Just trust me,” I purred, unbuttoned my shirt, and slowly shrugged it off. “I’ll get in with you, and then I’ll touch you as much as you like.”
“Promise?” the cat-girl pouted, cupped her massive breasts, and glanced at me over her shoulder.
“Have I broken a promise yet?” I grinned.
“True,” the feline-woman breathed, dropped her hands, and let her perfect, voluminous breasts fall.
My eyes nearly burst out of their sockets as I took them in fully for the first time. Her pert nipples hardened in the cold room, and the color of her areolas matched the color of her plump lips perfectly. Her skin bristled with gooseflesh, and the feline-woman let soft giggles escape out from her perfect mouth. Then the ash-blonde lifted her right leg and dipped it into the hot bathwater.
Valerie’s back arched, her hands came to clutch at her breasts again, and she threw her head back with a soft hum. My penis flexed once and then throbbed angrily in my trousers as I imagined what it’d feel like to enter her. I couldn’t stand it any longer as the feline-woman stepped fully into the tub, lowered herself into the steaming water, and then reclined back against the white, porcelain surface. Her blue eyes were heavy on mine and burned with the same hunger I felt deep in loins.
My hands went to my leather belt, fumbled with it until it came loose, and then ripped it free from the rungs of my trousers. I hastily unbuttoned my pants, ripped down the zipper, and shoved them down around my ankles. I stepped out of them, kicked them aside, and stood in front of her almost naked. My erection pressed against the fabric of my striped underwear and the cat-girl’s eyes widened.
“Charles,” Valerie gasped. “You’re so big… I mean, the bulge is. I’ve never seen a male penis in real life before, but it’s nothing compared to the chart you have in one of your drawers.”
My cheeks flamed with heat all the way up to the tips of my ears, and I ducked my head out of embarrassment. I’d only had a few lovers before the cat-girl, and I wouldn’t admit this aloud, but that wasn’t the first time a woman had said that to me.
“Come clooooser, Charles,” Valerie beckoned, leaned against the side of the tub, and crooked a finger at me.
I shuffled closer, cleared my throat, and attempted to ignore the heat emanating from my face. It was strange, around other women like the Duchess, Delphine, and aristocrats, I was confident, assured, and poised despite my lowly position, but with the cat-girl, it was totally different. The blonde said things to me that no other women had, not just that I was well-endowed, she didn’t hold back in saying I was handsome or that she loved me. Around her, I felt nervous, bumbling, and embarrassed, but the cat-girl never seemed to mind.
“W-What?” I murmured, but the word caught in my throat.
The ash-blonde reached out, hooked a finger in my underwear, and slowly shoved them down. My penis sprung to life once free of its confines, and Valerie’s eyes widened at the sight of it. I cleared my throat, stepped out of the discarded underwear, and moved to step away, but the cat-girl grabbed me by the hip.
Valerie gripped me tightly, pulled me closer, and then tentatively licked the head of my penis. My eyes rolled back in my head as I groaned and relished the new, tantalizing sensation.
“Valerie,” I grunted deep in the back of my throat. “That feels so good.”
“Does it?” the cat-girl giggled. “You like it when I liiiick you?”
“Yes, please don’t stop,” I groaned. “Don’t stop.”
Valerie leaned forward, brought out her pink tongue, and lapped at the head five times in qu
ick succession. I felt the precum ooze out of me as illustrious gasps ripped up my throat. The blonde snickered, gripped my penis in her hand, and then took me entirely into her mouth as her tongue wrapped around my length. My eyes slammed open, and I thrust forward instinctively, but Valerie followed with my movements.
The cat-girl bobbed on my penis, and wet noises emitted from her lips as she sucked on me enthusiastically. Right as I felt like I was about to explode, she pulled away with a soft giggle.
Dizziness played around my mind for a moment, and I attempted to stay steady on my feet. I rubbed at my eyes, chuckled, ran the same hand through my hair, and shook my head.
“Wow,” I exhaled. “Just… wow.”
“Why don’t you get in, Dr. Rayburn?” Valerie simpered, leaned back, cupped her elbows and pushed her perfect breasts out.
“Well, if you insist,” I smirked.
I lifted a leg, stepped into the heated water, and then lowered myself on top of the feline-woman. Valerie gazed up at me, opened her lips to speak but let them hang open for a moment.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Valerie,” I breathed. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“You didn’t have to do anything, Charles,” the cat-girl replied, lifted her hips and brushed her womanhood against the head of my member. “You deserve to have everything in the world, me included.”
I moved my hips forward, brushed my member against her, and the cat-girl arched back with a moan. I snickered softly, gripped her right breast in the palm of my hand, and then took the nipple of the left into my mouth. I sucked on it gently and tweaked the right nipple with my fingertips as the head of my penis brushed against the outside of her core.
I couldn’t take it anymore, and I felt as if I didn’t do something right now, I would explode, so I let go of her breast, gripped my penis in my hand, and pressed it against her lips. Valerie threw her head back, squeezed her eyes shut, and moaned up at the ceiling. Her ears laid flat against her head, her tail beat at the side of the tub, but she lifted her hips higher for me to enter. I pushed forward inside of her, gasped loudly, and felt her walls clench around my member.
I thrust into her deeper until our bodies were pressed together, and then gazed down into her wide, oceanic eyes.
Finally, we were joined.
“Charles, yes,” the feline-woman moaned, ran her fingers through my hair, pulled me closer, and pressed her lips to mine.
I fell into the kiss as I drew back my hips, and then pushed forward softly. The cat-girl lifted her legs, rocked her hips, and then wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. I already felt on the verge of orgasm with each tiny movement, and suddenly, the cat-girl slammed her hips upward.
I gasped, slammed my eyes open, and gripped the edge of the tub over her shoulder. Valerie giggled softly into my ear, dug her nails into the soft flesh of my back, and guided me in and out of her tunnel. The feline-woman moved faster than I ever expected, and each time her hips met mine, pleasure exploded up through my groin like tiny pops of fireworks.
“Goddamn,” I grunted. “You’re so tight, it feels so good.”
“Chaaaarles,” Valerie exhaled, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. “You’re so big, bigger than I ever imagined. I love it when you’re inside me. I want you to make love to me all night.”
“Are you sure it’s not hurting you?” I drew back. “Usually, the first time is painful for women.”
“No, not at all.” Valerie shook her head. “It hurt for a little bit when you first entered, but it feels soooo good, I don’t want it to stop ever. We can go faster… if you’d like.”
“Is that what you want, my love?” I tilted my head.
“Yesss.” The cat-girl nodded.
I gripped the feline-woman by the shoulders, pulled my hips back, and then slammed forward with all of my might. Valerie’s mouth dropped open, her face scrunched up, her hands gripped me by the forearms, and a roaring scream ripped up her throat.
“Yes! Yes! Charles! Yes!” the feline-woman bucked her hips.
Water sloshed out onto the tile floor, but I didn’t care, all I concentrated on was getting the cat-girl to orgasm. I wanted to hear her moans, feel her walls convulse around my penis, and experience the tension between the two of our bodies.
“Valerie!” I roared.
“Yes, Charles, yes!” the cat-girl sang, rocked her hips, and slammed up to meet me.
Our bodies slapped together in the water, coating every inch of ourselves in the liquid and our sweat. Suddenly, Valerie grabbed me by the arms, shifted underneath me, and then flipped me over onto my back. I chuckled deep in the back of my throat as the blonde loomed over me, a wide grin plastered over her pink lips.
“If this is what you wanted, you could’ve just asked.” I snickered.
“I figured this would be more fun,” the cat-girl shrugged, dug in her knees, and rode me. “Oh, gods… oh, Charles!”
My hands jabbed out, held her by the hips, and forced her down each time. Valerie’s cries reached a fevered pitch, echoed off the walls, and rang back to us, but neither one of us were paying attention.
The woman looked so beautiful as she swayed above me, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Her long, ashy blonde hair was damp, not fully wet but stuck to her skin, and her chocolate brown ears twitched with pleasure. Her long, luxurious tail weaved over her shoulder, and every few seconds would whip madly.
Valerie’s hands slammed down on my chest as she bit her lip and moaned softly. Her head rocked back, her hips moved even faster, and her eyes fluttered closed. I could feel it within her, the building tension in her thighs as she gripped onto me tightly. The feline-woman’s mouth fell open as my hands shot up, cupped her breasts and squeezed them hard.
I thrust deep inside of her, felt her walls tighten, and then she convulsed with pleasure. She was so close to orgasming, I could sense it deep within her, and I tightened my grip on her hips. Then I slammed the blonde down on my member, ripped her back up, and pushed into her harder than ever before. Valerie’s mouth dropped open, her head hung back, and her long hair brushed at my fingertips.
“Charles! Yes! Faster! Harder!” the cat-girl screamed through gritted teeth.
I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face as I lifted my hips and thrust into her. Finally, her body released, and her vagina shuddered around my massive member.
Valerie’s brows knit together, and her lips pulled down into a deep ‘O’ shape. She almost looked as if she were in pain, but I knew that wasn’t true. The feline-woman dug in her hips, rode through the orgasm with rising and falling screams that rang in my ears like music.
As her womanhood tightened on me for the last time, I sensed my own orgasm rising to the surface. I gritted my teeth, pressed my lips into a hard line, breathed out hard, and rocked the cat-girl on my length.
“Ohhhhh…” The cat-girl cupped her breasts in her delicate hands and rested her head on her shoulder as her hair created a curtain around her face.
“Fuck, Valerie,” I roared as I sat up and pounded into her. “Yes, oh gods, yes! You feel so good! You’re so tight!”
“Charles, yesss, Charles, I want you to give me your seed!” Valerie whimpered. “Give it to me, give me your seed! You’re so hard, yes, yes!”
My head fell back as my member tensed and then blasted my frothy seed deep inside her womb. I jerked forward as my penis twitched, but I didn’t let go. Instead I thrust even deeper inside her, allowing all of my semen to come out inside of her accepting body.
“Charles…” Valerie breathed as soon as we had both come down from our climaxes. “Wow… that was… that was the best thing I’ve experienced in my entire life. I’m warm everywhere. Especially inside.”
“Was it better than tasty birds and warm sunbeams?” I snickered.
The feline woman collapsed on top of me as she took shaky breaths, but she raised her head and grinned.
“Waaaay better than those things,” the cat-girl gr
inned, slid off my cock, and nestled in the water beside me.
“Good, I’m glad.” I chucked, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and brought her in close. “I’m so lucky to have you, Valerie.”
“No, Charles.” Valerie shook her head. “I’m so, so, so lucky to have you!”
“Well, let’s agree to disagree,” I grinned.
“No,” the blonde pouted. “I was created solely by accident. You would’ve been here without me. I always needed you to create me, Charles, that’s why I love you so much. You put so much time and effort into my creation, even if you didn’t know it was ‘me’ you were making.”
“I-I… I love you, Valerie.” I uttered.
“I love you, Charles!” the cat-girl cried, rolled over on top of me, and gripped me by the shoulders. “Now, let’s do that again!”
Chapter Twelve
“Well, good afternoon,” A.B. snickered. “You two disappeared almost as soon as you got home and put the bear in the cell. Did you have a good night? Getting clean? Inside and out? Scrubba-dub-dubbing?”
“Y-Yeah,” I muttered, ducked my head, and headed toward the cell. “Valerie made me promise to give her a bath, and that’s what we did.”
“Mmmmhmmm,” the brain hummed. “Did you do anything else? Did you tack on ‘Lover-boy’ onto your long list of credentials?”
“N-no,” I chuckled.
I peered in between the cell doors, but the bear was still asleep, curled into a ball in the far corner among the scattered hay. The massive, brown beast’s chest rose and fell evenly, and I knew for sure that the tranquilizer had worn off. Once it awoke, it’d be back to its feral form we’d seen in the forest, and I wondered for a moment how we would get it into compartment C. Would I have to drug it again?
“Nooooo, that’s not true, Charles,” Valerie sang, hopped down the last three stairs, curled herself into a ball, and then rolled forward. “We did more than just have a bath! We made loooove! It happened, A.B., it finally happened, just like you said it would! Charles is sooo big, and it was marvelous! Better than I ever imagined! I’m full of his seed now, and it feels great!”
