Tales of the Quiet Kitty 1: Under the Cat’s Paw

by Camille Anthony

  The Sprite sank her dainty teeth into the head of his cock, daringly nibbling on the engorged gland. His body jerked, hips surged forward and he accidentally rammed his cock down her throat. Her convulsive swallowing motions, rhythmically constricting along the swollen shaft, ignited a conflagration of lust within his loins. His balls churned, tightened and drew up to hug the base of his rearing cock and he knew he could take no more.

  Heart pounding, he glanced down, entranced with the vision of the Sprite’s plump lips stretched wide around his thick organ. Her strong suction, her tireless mouth proved too much for his beleaguered control. With the full-throated roar of a hunting Tygyr, he gripped her head, held her still as he pumped his length down her throat with each powerful thrust, fucking her sweet mouth. Pulling back, he snapped his hips forward once more as his balls erupted, spewing white-hot semen. Spine arched, head pressing against the bulkhead, his big hands locked the female’s head to his groin as his sperm boiled up his pistoning cock.

  “Swallow my come, Sprite. Drink me down …”

  Tiny nails digging into his thighs, glowing eyes swirling in patterns of lilac, purple and fuchsia, the tiny woman repeatedly swallowed, greedily slurping down the spurting flood.

  Chapter Five

  Draped in a boneless sprawl across the captain’s lap, Willa gasped for air. Her throat, raw and aching, throbbed from the sawing friction his large sex had engendered. Within moments, she knew, her throat would heal and the aches disappear, leaving behind only feelings of blissful euphoria.

  His thick fingers slid up and down the shallow dip between her labia, barely parting the puffy lips, flirting with the turgid clit pulsing at the apex of her mound.

  “You have a wonderful mouth, Sprite.” The gravelly tones held approval and lazy satisfaction. “Shall I return the favor?”

  Willa rolled her head, eyes glazing over with lust. She cleared her throat, uncertain what to answer. She wanted his mouth, oh yes. Wanted those sharp teeth on her nipples and nipping at her clit, wanted that huge cock ramming her tiny hole until she screamed with the power of another climax washing over her. She wanted to come and come and come until her wings attained full growth and carried her into the brilliant light of a sensual nova.

  “I am supposed to be servicing you, Captain.” She settled for a noncommittal answer, wary of letting him know how badly she ached to be under him, riding his thick cock or on her knees as he shafted her tiny anus.

  “Call me Brant,” he ordered, fingers still playing in her slit, brushing her clit, sensitizing her for the coming interaction. “I would consider it service of the dearest kind, to allow me to sup at your bowl,” he growled, sounding hungry, impatient, even.

  Her small hands stroked over his shoulders, running through all that soft fur. “Yes, please, then…eat my pussy. Drink me down, Brant, and devour me.”

  Brant shifted, turning with her in his arms as he made himself comfortable on her bunk. “I will be careful,” he promised, placing both hands at her knees and opening her thighs to his avid view. “My tongue maintains its roughness in this form and I would not harm you.”

  “I am a Sprite. We enjoy some level of pain and heal quickly from injury. You need not hold back, for it is unlikely you will harm me beyond my body’s ability to enjoy.”

  His golden-black eyes stared at her for a long time before he turned his eyes toward her glistening pussy, examining it with a hungry gaze. “I must always hold back,” he murmured, brushing his fingers through the wispy fronds guarding her lilac and fuchsia tinted morsel. Sliding a questing finger into her heated depths, he pumped slowly in and out, mouth quirking in a half smile at the helpless sounds of arousal pouring from her mouth. “I do not wish to hurt this little feathered love nest.”

  The mouth of her sex closed tightly around that marauding finger. “Not this time,” she informed him, her hands sweeping over his shoulders and down his back, loving the feel of his fur under her fingers, “you need not hold back, this time nor the next. I desire your passion…want you to fuck me hard and forcefully. Bite me. Scratch me. I will come the harder for it.”

  Brant brought his eyes up, the slitted pupils distended and glowing. Searching her gaze for the truth of her statements, he sucked in an uneven breath. “I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he groaned, pulling his finger out from her moist, hot pussy and spreading her legs by placing both hands against the inside of her thighs, applying pressure.

  A moment later, he moaned long and harsh, the sound rumbling in his chest as he lowered his head and tongued her, laving her slit with long, slow laps. Burying his head between her legs, he latched onto her clit with his pointed teeth, nibbling and nipping on her pleasure bud.

  Wetter and more aroused than she had ever been in her life, she glanced down her body, watching his head bob up and down as he slurped her juices from her pussy. Hands fisted in his hair, she urged him closer, encouraging his greed with huskily voiced words of praise and pleading. “Yes, like that…nip me with your teeth.”

  Two fingers held her open as he curled his tongue deep inside, reaming her silky slit with his rough appendage. He dragged a sharp pained cry from her when he sank a broad finger into the puckered hole of her anus, plunging in deeply. Her hips snapped up, reflexively seeking to escape the overwhelming sensation of his bold digit stretching the tight channel of her rectum.

  Pleasure welled, transmuting the pain. Moaning and shaking, tossing her head to and fro, tears of intense emotion drenching her lavender eyes, Willa keened out her need. Her hair fronds seethed in the wind caused by her agitated tossing, her nest fronds brushed silkily against Brant’s cheeks and forehead as he feasted on her. Spreading her knees wide, she planted her feet on the bunk’s thin mattress and humped her hips up, grinding against his busy mouth.

  “More! Please, more…harder!”

  A growl rumbled at her clit, vibrating her stiff button. Like sandpaper, his tongue rasped over and over her slit and clitoris, dragging ecstasy from her swollen flesh. Muscles clenching, spine arching, the Sprite screamed as her orgasm overtook her, smashing into and over her, tumbling her into an avalanche of sensation.

  “Now,” she sobbed as her fingers tightened in his hair, trying to tug his body up over her writhing limbs. Her small fists pounded ineffectually against his broad chest, protesting his focused determination to suction every drop of honey from her gushing pussy. “By Sparkle, Captain…enough! Please, please fuck me now!”

  “Since you plead so nicely…” He surged up her body, facile tongue swiping the lingering evidence of her excitement from his lips, settling heavily between her thighs. Claw-tipped hands grasped her knees, spread her wide as he positioned his thick cock against her flushed, swollen lips, pressing in, pushing past the silken wet flesh as he forged in and up in an unending glide of hot, thick cock, filling her up…filling her past her ability to breathe.

  “So tight, Willa…so hot…you are burning me, scalding my cock with your scorching juices.”

  “So hard…so big and thick…” She gasped. Tightening around the huge cock that felt like it was splitting her in two, she moaned, “I’ve never been filled like this. I can feel you under my skin!” She placed her hands on her belly, pressing down over the area where his huge cock shuttled in and out of her, its movements shadowed on her flesh. She shuddered, spilling juices around the pumping intruder, easing its way.

  “You’ll take all of it…all of me,” he ordered, a rumbling growl distorting his command as he lifted her legs and entered her at another angle, sinking into her another few inches, his thickness stretching her impossibly wide. “I’m going to fill your little cunt up with my cock and then fill you up to overflowing with my sperm…”

  “Yes!” she cried, twisting under him, nails seeking purchase in the dense fur coating his back. Clutching him closer, she felt his muscles rippling, felt the flexing of his strong buttocks as he shafted her relentlessly, pulsing inside her, making her burn.

  And then she was cry
ing, sobbing and shaking as the climactic heat built to a soul-rending crescendo, rolling over her in an inescapable surge of lust and repletion. “All of you…I want your cock, your seed…deep in me, deep as my soul…”

  With a roar that shook the bed and vibrated along the metal walls of the ship, the Sh’Bahkyr rose above her, lifting her clear off the bed and holding her over him in a fantastic display of physical strength and power that left her gasping. Clawed hands gripping her plump bottom, he moved her up and down the barrel of his shaft, his thicker head catching at the door of her pussy over and over, before surging back into her liquid depths, opening her channel to his long, sinfully delightful metered thrusts.

  His hard hands parted the cheeks of her bottom, digging in as he slammed her down on his stiff cock, throwing his hips up as he brought her hurtling down, impaling her repeatedly, strongly, as if he sought to reach her very soul.

  Her breasts bobbed with each forceful movement, bouncing resiliently, drawing the hot concentration of his gaze. She screamed as she felt the sweltering heat of his mouth closing over a distended nipple, felt his sharp teeth toying with the tip.

  A rush of heated moisture gushed from her churning cunt, slicking his pistoning pole and glistening in the wet, matted feather-fronds of her sex. Arms clasped about his neck, fingers digging into the muscled expanse of his shoulders, she clung to him, her bastion in the emotional storm he called from her churning depths.

  “Let go for me, Sprite.” His rough voice rasped over her tingling nerves. “Rain your sweet honey down on me. Come on my cock.”

  Willa moaned. She wanted to come, but it was his orgasm she needed more than her own…

  Heart pounding, breath stuttering in and out of her laboring lungs, she tightened her vaginal muscles around the throbbing cock impaling her, stabbing into the heated center of her sex.

  “Come with me,” she pleaded, allowing her sheath to ripple along the solid length of his shaft, clenching her legs tightly about his waist. “I need you with me…”

  Releasing her nipple, he gazed down into her eyes, his own grown hazy and slitted with lust. “I won’t come without you,” he gritted from between his teeth, his sexy growl tightening things in her belly that already quivered under the powerful thrusts of his pistoning hips. Lowering his mouth, he covered a turgid tip with his lips, deliberately biting down on the tight little nipple, piercing the skin.

  With a shout of pained ecstasy, she threw back her head and keened aloud, body dancing wildly in his arms. Bolts of sizzling energy raced up her spine, exploding along her bloodstream, cascading down her nerve endings like liquid lightning.

  Her pussy locked down on the thick wedge of flesh trapped between her thighs, squeezing it in rhythmic convulsions as she chanted over and over, “Oh, yes, Tygyr…bite me…fuck me…”

  Together, they fell into a churning furnace of heat, writhing against each other, arms, legs and bodies melded into a single unit as they screamed out their climax.

  Chapter Six

  Gazing down in wonder, Brant watched all the bite and claw marks in the Sprite’s flesh close, healing before his disbelieving gaze. Her body was the most wondrous sight he had ever seen and this last trait, this instant healing, made her more beautiful in his eyes.

  It had been more years than he cared to count since he’d had the opportunity to give in to his baser instincts and fuck a female with all the strength pent up in his powerful body. Being Sh’Bahkyr, he totally embraced his beast. For his Tygyr, tame fucking was like surrounding a diabetic with sweets he could not eat, then tossing him a bowl of peas and carrots. The bland food did nothing to stem or satisfy his true, lingering hunger.

  This Sprite, this tiny, dainty female had taken all he’d had and reveled in his fierceness. She’d begged him to bite and claw her, to drive into her with the power he longed to use, yet feared to release. For the first time in eons, he felt complete and satiated, refreshed and ready to face the threat that daily loomed larger on his horizon.

  Brant smoothed a large hand along the downy flank of the sleeping Sprite, loving the smoothness of her supple skin. She didn’t know it, but in return for the generous gift of her body, she could have practically anything she wanted from him, so long as it did not endanger his hidden aims.

  Why is she here? She must want something. I cannot believe her being here is a serendipitous accident. Her former master is Lord Avron, the very creature I am set to destroy. He has to know that…has to have made plans to thwart me. What better way could Avron bring me down than to plant a spy right in my very lair?

  His smuggling and covert spying missions, while useful and highly lucrative, were still just fronts. Brant had two goals, ones that he could not abandon, the first and foremost being the recovery of his people. He would never cease searching for his lost sister, Letshya Sylenus, the queen of all the Sh’Bahkyr. Without her, his efforts to relocate, rescue, and reunite the scattered members of his clan and people would prove futile. However, above the regrouping of his people, his most secret and desperate need was seeing the fruition of his plans to bring the hated, tyrannical Corporation to its knees. He would never stop until he had wrested their power and influence from them…destroyed them utterly and completely.

  So where did this sexy Sprite fit in? Why had she accepted the post of Sexengineer on this tiny ship with a crew of two? With just Bevel and himself to share her bed, her chances of bettering her position aboard the Quiet Kitty were slim.

  Brant’s lips tightened and his hand closed possessively over the rounded slope of her thigh. The thought of Bevel -- of anyone -- touching any portion of the body resting so peacefully against his caused a growl to rumble in his throat, had him exposing his fangs and tensing his body for attack.

  Snarling sub-vocally, he rephrased that last thought. She had no need of bettering her position aboard the Quiet Kitty…she had already gained the coveted position of Captain’s pet. As the Captain, he could exercise his option and keep her as his private playmate and that was how it would be. He’d have to deny Bevel’s request that he share Willa between them. No one but he would taste her flavors, touch her, or bring her to glorious orgasm.

  He gazed fondly down at her sleeping form. Oh, the games I have planned for you, my little Sexengineer…

  He would enjoy tying her to him however he could…with bonds of gratitude and affection and long, slow bouts of nurturing sex followed by hard, heavy sessions of raunchy fucking. His cock twitched, hardening as thoughts of all the things he wanted to do with her filled his mind. Things he couldn’t possibly do with or to the usual run of fragile females.

  How long is she going to sleep, anyway?

  He sighed heavily, sinking down to lie by her side, drawing her into the shelter of his arms. If he wanted to continue indulging his appetites and sating his awakening hungers, he had to find out what Willa’s agenda might be, had to find out if it were safe to keep her onboard the Quiet Kitty. Already, he felt connected to her, emotionally linked. He suspected the feelings would only grow with the enforced closeness necessitated by the smallness of his ship and the intimacy possible due to the distance between safe spaceports.

  Heart quaking, he earnestly wished the knowledge he sought would vindicate her. For the first time since the Corporation had destroyed his planet, he prayed to the ancient gods of his people. He prayed that Willa would prove true and trustworthy, that she was not a pawn of the Corporation. Shaya help him, if it turned out the Sprite spied for his enemy, he would have to eliminate her.

  He curled his body about hers, snuggling close as the ship -- his home -- settled around them with familiar creaks and groans of stressed metal. She felt right in his arms. Killing her would be like sending a blade into his own guts.

  * * *

  She awoke with a full bladder and an urgent need to visit the head.

  Slipping out from under the lax arm of the snoozing Captain, she padded to the facilities and relieved herself, took a quick sonic shower and blasted
warm air over her body, fluffing and grooming her rapidly drying fronds.

  A huge smile widening her lips, she checked the full fan of her feathers, pleased and excited at the heavy new growth. Four orgasms in one day…and the Tygyr had fed her three of his own! At this rate, she’d be flying by ship’s month mid-cycle.

  Willa finger-combed the delicate fluff shielding her sex, dipping an inquisitive finger between her swollen lips, checking for any lingering soreness. Feeling none, she smirked, looking forward to showing the Sh’Bahkyr Ghost the truth of her quick healing.

  She was ready for another romp with the Tygyr. The captain had the largest cock she had ever ridden. Just the thought of its wide dimensions had cream gathering behind her hot folds and she wriggled deliciously. She couldn’t wait to have it surging between her thighs, stretching her pussy wide, once again invading her tight channel.

  A shiver wracked her, goose bumps coating her skin while the heat inside ran in rivulets down her leg. She needed more…now. Needed the Captain to fuck her again, force her down onto her knees and pound into her until she screamed with the luscious feel of his fur rubbing against her back, his heavily furred balls bouncing against the cheeks of her ass.

  Sexually starved for years, Willa wanted to fill up as much as she could, in preparation of the slim times that might be ahead. She didn’t expect to stay with the Tygyr for long. The first opportunity she found, she would slip away and find another ship, one her old Corporation Master would know nothing about.

  Much as she adored the way the Captain fucked her, she could allow nothing to interfere with her hidden agenda. She had to begin her search for her lost sisters, the Sprites of Sparkle, the only ones with the power to awaken their sentient planetary home.

  By crippling it with massive blasts from space and removing every living Sprite from its surface, the Corporation believed they had killed the planet they so arrogantly re-named Erewhon-3. They were wrong. The planet had cloaked itself and gone dormant to gain the needed time to heal its extensive wounds.