by Lena Austin
The really, really great part was -- he purred too! He made a partial shift to fur, fang and claw and I thought I’d melt into horny kitty-girl right there with one look from those green-gold kitty-slit eyes. He slid those clawed half-paws under my ass and pulled me to him like I was nothing but a large catnip toy. He ground against me like a teenager aching for the first taste of sex.
Is there anything sexier than a furry kitty cop? Oh, hell yeah. A furry kitty cop in uniform, kneeling right in front of me. He nibbled my neck and earlobes and covered me with kisses like he’d never tasted a queen in heat before, and I was definitely queen to his tom. Honey, I was his for the taking! All I could do was cover his neck in kisses and lift my ass when he pulled my jeans down to grab my buns with nothing between us but my blue silk panties.
He kissed his way down my T-shirt. I was sorry I wasn’t wearing a fancy silk dress or something, but at least the tee was soft from a lot of washings. He shifted one hand from under my ass and cupped one of my breasts, teasing my nipple right through my tee and bra until it was rock hard. Then he did the same to the other one.
I thought I’d fucking die! I squirmed and moaned like I’d never been laid before. To tell you the truth, compared to what he was doing to me, I hadn’t. I’m spoiled for other guys now. I mean, really! How many guys take their time to make sure you’re a puddle before they jump on and ride? Not fucking many.
Then he ran his thumb around the outline of my nipples, and squeezed them so hard I winced in that combination of pleasure and pain. “Don’t stop. I’ll kill you if you stop, copper. Got me?”
“I don’t intend to stop until you beg me to. If I feel like stopping then, I might. Just for a rest before round two.” He curled that lip, and I swear those fangs looked almost as long as a sabertooth’s.
He slid his hand beneath my tee and pulled my sports bra to one side until he freed one breast. Then he moved the front until it rested under both my tits, lifting and exposing them for him to look at.
I helped him remove my T-shirt. Um… remind me to give Tigs a new shirt. I sorta tore it when it didn’t come off fast enough.
Apollo attacked my nipples with his tongue and suckled on them until I thought I’d come right there just from that little bit of action. And I don’t think it was because I hadn’t been laid in a few months.
Okay, maybe it was. I remember doing something I hadn’t ever done before. I begged. “Oh, my fucking God, Apollo! If you don’t do more than kiss me, I’m going to explode right here on this fancy-ass sofa.” Okay, not much of a beg from most people, but more than I usually do.
He didn’t need any further invitations. He stood up, all furry and strong. Geez, he was one big fucking tomcat. That was a Goddamn salami in his pants, and it was going in me? Whee-o!
He scooped me up like I was nothing and walked a few feet into a dark, spare room. There wasn’t much in there but a bed, a mirrored wall, a ceiling fan, and one set of bi-fold doors. Probably the last was a walk-in closet. Who cared? He used his elbow to tap on some low-voltage lights, and we really didn’t need that. Lights are for humans, but the soft glow reflected nicely in the mirrored wall.
I didn’t mind being on display like I was then, wearing nothing but blue string bikini panties and my blue sports bra. Of course, with my tits spilling out the top like that, the bra was nothing more than support. Maybe Playtex oughta market some that have no cup, ya know? Anyway, I was wet just knowing he was enjoying the view.
His claws brushed at the triangle of my panties, and he got a claw snagged. I think it was deliberate, because he smiled and snatched them right off me! Didn’t even scratch me, though I hoped he’d bite later. The idea of that happening made me wetter than ever.
“Please, please make me come!” Yeah, that came out of my mouth. Shaddup. I was horny, shivering and panting. You’d have begged too.
All he did was finger my clit, I swear. He concentrated on rubbing my clit through the silk panties in his hand, and the silky feel was mah-vel-ous! In moments, I came the first time, and I damn sure wasn’t quiet about it. I was squealing and shivering in repeated orgasms. No matter what he did, I was putty in his hands.
“Oh, holy hell, Apollo! More! Please? More!” Okay, so I was incoherent. No matter what he did, it was the thing to do at that very moment. I lost count of the orgasms.
He gave me the ultimate kitty accolade -- that growl toms make just to let you know you’re going to get thoroughly laid. However, the cop had self-control. Instead of hopping on for a long hot ride, he retracted his claw and slid one finger inside me.
It wasn’t enough. I was aching for his cock, and too crazed to say anything but “More! More!”
Two fingers fit, just barely. Hey, when you live with a bunch of gay guys, pickings are worse than slim -- they’re non-existent. He thrust them deep inside me and teased my clit with a banging action each time he thrust, and I just bucked against his hand in a perpetual cycle of orgasms. I was past coherence and reduced to panting and praying to the ceiling.
Apollo was so turned on his cock was bursting over the top of his pants. I think he could have ejaculated just from hand-fucking me. Fortunately, he finally listened to my panted pleas and let me sit up.
I kissed him just out of pure appreciation before allowing him to undress me the rest of the way by removing my bra. Then I grabbed those marvelous hands. “I love fucking, but only when both of us are on an equal footing. There’s a cop in the room, and I want a naked tomcat. I’ve been a bit selfish, so it’s your turn.”
He stood, and grinned down at me. “Sweet little girls who tease get locked in handcuffs unless they… Oh, yeah, like that.”
I’d whipped open his belt, flipped open his uniform pants, and shoved them to the ground. I kissed his cock head poking up out the top of his tawny brown underwear.
His cock throbbed so hard, I knew he was too close to blowing his load. His purr almost made me come again.
I wanted that cock in me when he exploded, so I backed off.
He took the opportunity to unbuckle his boots and yank off his uniform shirt. A couple of buttons popped in the process, and I noted where they went for later. The least I could do was sew the fucking things back on while I was laid up, but for now I was more interested in just getting laid.
I purred back at him and stroked his cock with soft touches and ran my fingernails lightly across his swollen balls with the other.
He moaned excitedly, and the throbbing increased to crisis proportions. Those gorgeous brown nips were rock hard, and so was the delicious meat in my hands. I had to control the show.
Then I pinched the rim and held it tightly until the throbbing subsided. I hang around with gay guys, and they’re experts at making the fun last as long as possible. Yeah, they told me. Why keep good knowledge to yourself? Just for fun, I did it again, teasing his thick shaft with my fingers and nails until he swayed with the need for release.
“Cruel little kitties tempt toms to violence.”
I giggled at his threat. “Oh, I’m so fwightened!” I pretended to cup my hand to my mouth, but whispered, “Help! Help! Someone call the cops!”
He snickered.
“There’s no reason why males can’t have multiple orgasms just like a woman. Besides, you’re so big and hard, you look good enough to eat.” I smiled and licked off the pre-cum that beaded at the top.
He let out a long, low moan and shivered involuntarily while I lapped at his cock greedily.
My hands began massaging his cock more firmly, and I enveloped the tip with my mouth while I pumped at the shaft. I sucked hard at the tip while flickering my tongue over it with each withdrawal.
The tingles and shivers overcame him again, and even I could sense the flood of cum welling up inside him.
This time, I let my mouth get filled, and looked up to watch him shake with pleasure, wave after wave of it. His kitty-slit eyes were glazed over, but I held him back from the full force of the tidal wave with my hand. He’d get the full explo
sion when I had him safely right where I wanted him -- pounding me into a puddle.
Once his cock ceased throbbing and the pleasure subsided, I swallowed and licked the tip clean. “Do you want to be inside me?” I teased him by rubbing his cock tip all over my nipples.
“God, yes!”
“I want you inside me too. I’m so wet and hot right now for you, but I think you need a rest or you’ll blow my brains out with the force of your orgasm.” I pulled his cock until he fell down next to me. Just in case, I kept my injured foot off the edge of the bed, but supported by the lightweight cast they’d put on it.
Apollo nibbled on my tits and cupped my sex. “Yeah, I think I need a little rest. So, why don’t I eat you until you scream before I fuck you hard, deep and fast for being a teasing little kitten?”
I spread for him, and noticed I was reflected in the wall mirrors. I’d turned a little furry too, and my blue eyes were luminous in the low lights.
Apollo kissed my inner thighs, but dispensed with subtlety and kissed his way quickly to my clit. His rough tongue gave me a good lick, and the scent of our lovemaking filled the air.
His first kiss on the clit touched the already sensitive flesh and triggered a wave of shivers and pants. Encouraged by my moans, he sucked at my clit.
My first orgasm was tumultuous, and I convulsed. Another and another followed while he suckled and teased until I was reduced to begging for mercy.
I didn’t get any, just like I hoped.
He shoved three fingers into my aching pussy, and I screamed in the hugest orgasm I’d ever had. All I could do was buck and plead. “Fuck me! Fuck me now. Fuck me with that beautiful cock!”
“Sure, kitten. All I wanted was for you to beg for it.” His hand withdrew, and my pussy protested the loss. “Roll over, baby. I want you from behind.”
Oh, fuck me. My favorite position! I rolled over and pushed myself up, crawling backward until he grabbed my hips to stop me.
“Easy, there. No falling off. That would ruin our fun.” He delicately spread my knees. “Stay there a sec, okay?” He walked around to the head of the bed and tucked two big, firm pillows under me. “Now, there’s a kitten who needs to pay for teasing.” He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them.
Oh, shit. I deserved to have the tables turned on me, but damn! I wiggled and tried to lean backwards.
His thick cock pressed against my swollen slit and stopped.
I whimpered. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Please!”
“Well, since you begged…” He wasted no more time and pressed his engorged shaft into my uber-tight pussy. OMG! The biggest cock in the world was trying to fit into my sorely neglected hole, and all I could do was pant and beg for more, more, more!
It took for-fucking-ever, but he took his time until my pussy relaxed and let him in all the way. Finally, finally, he was buried to the hilt.
All I could do was pant, and wait.
We hung for a moment -- or was it forever? -- before he slammed balls-deep into me as I’d begged. Then his balls slapped my clit on the next thrust.
I gyrated against his thrusts and contracted my pussy to meet every collision. I felt like one of those women in porn films, screaming my head off and tearing up the sheets with my claws. This wasn’t the short and intense previous orgasms, but rather a slow buildup to a great climax like a tidal wave where the rush and roar overwhelmed everything. I couldn’t have stopped it, even if I wanted to do so. I was coming, and I heard his sheets ripping to shreds.
Best of all, I heard and felt Apollo coming with me. His orgasmic cry was the double snarl of the cougar I’d heard on the television. It’s much more impressive in real life, let me tell you! Raw-rowr!
We fucked so many times that night, I lost track. We tried so many positions, I lost track of how many times we came, each one just as powerful as the last. Apollo manipulated my body like a rag doll, twisting me into seemingly impossible positions and finding G-spots I never knew existed. I think we used every piece of furniture possible except the dining set. Not that we didn’t try, but a wrought iron bistro set is kind of unstable, as we found out the hard way. I hope he can fix that broken table leg. If not, I know a welder in need of extra work.
Finally, we both were spent. We lay cuddled with one another, panting and sweaty. His cock throbbed with the last few drops of his latest orgasm, still inside me. We’d made it as far as the tanning deck on his patio, alone in the cool night air.
I was all ready to snuggle into his arms for a little snooze when my nose twitched. I smelled a rat. Literally.
Apparently, so did Apollo. He sat up, alert and tense. I didn’t need his gesture to be quiet.
Five half-rat, half-men skittered over the edge of the building toward us. They stank to high heaven, and their eyes glowed red in the moonlight.
They were five to our two, and I was injured. Shit. This wasn’t going to be pretty.
Chapter Seven
The chill breeze from the rooftop swept past me, bringing with it the stench of rats, sewage, and the pungent aroma of unwashed bodies. The last time I’d smelled an odor that bad, Amigos Construction had been dealing with an overflowing septic system. Worse, the rat shifters had the nerve to sport eenie-weenie rat-erections through their raggedy clothes, like they might impress me. Really? Cocktail wieners were more substantial.
Needless to say, I was much less than thrilled to have my nose assaulted, much less the prospect of other possible assaults. The very idea simultaneously made me want to throw up and pissed me off. Rats were chew toys, not bed partners for Chrissake! Gross!
Apollo had rolled off the platform, and I had a sneaking suspicion my cop wasn’t cowering behind the plants. If he was literally pussy-footing his way toward giving the rats a nasty surprise, then it was my job to provide the necessary distraction before the mayhem began.
For a few moments I flailed around in my head. Sure, I’d learned to give anyone more than my fair share of sass and bad attitude, but I was naked and without a weapon. I covered myself with the silk sheet I’d used as a toga earlier when we took a break. Hey, waitaminit… hadn’t Rat told me anything could be a weapon if I thought about it? I couldn’t think of a good use for the pillows, but other things had real possibilities. Best of all, I had the weapon all women owned and knew how to use.
The rat men crept closer, their eyes glowing red in the low light of the candle lamps. The one in the remnants of a faded red T-shirt and grayish sweats hissed, “Pretty kitty girl all naked and alone?”
“Not for long.” The one with greasy blond hair and a green tank smiled. Yuk! Even his teeth were green.
The third was balding and slightly paunchy, but I didn’t make the mistake of thinking he was soft. The scars on his body said he was anything but. He licked his lips, but his body remained tense. Nope, that one wasn’t stupid enough to think I wouldn’t fight. He gestured to two of the rat-men.
The chosen ones slunk off, grumbling, in the direction of the house. I guessed they were there to cut off my escape.
Well, duh! Of course I was gonna fight. That was a no-shitter. The question was how.
The leader of the rats snatched off the silk sheet, exposing my naked body.
“Oh! Is that really necessary?” I pouted and pretended to be as brainless as I looked. Yeah, okay, so I use being pretty now and then. It’s one of my weapons.
The two behind the leader sidled up beside their boss and looked down hungrily at me. Their red eyes and greasy skin reflected the candlelight. “Yes.” Well, ask a stupid question…
I looked down at my exposed body. “Oh, crap. Did I shave my legs?”
Two of the idiots checked out my legs, like it really fucking mattered to them. Morons.
I yanked up one of the candle stands and swung it like I needed to get a cement wall down with a sledgehammer. It was awkward as hell, but I gave it a go. Really, I didn’t have a choice.
Green Teeth went down like a bag of rocks. No loss there.
R
ed Shirt took the remainder of the swing, but only ended up with maybe at most a broken left arm. He fell back, chittering, into the dark. A few seconds later, a small stream of blood seeped from the darkness.
The Leader jumped back. He was too smart to be taken in by my trick. He warily watched my arms with his narrowed, ratty little eyes. “Think you’re smart, eh, Kitty? Boss likes smart girlies. They cry best. Maybe you’ll make a good present.” He licked his lips and eyed my breasts.
Okay, that was enough. I’m no one’s fucking present. Don’t ask me how I flipped over onto my hands and knees with my back arched like I was already furry. Cats don’t know how they do that kind of acrobatics, and don’t give a damn if you want to know. “Dude, you just earned a thorough shredding.”
Leader laughed, and his sharp teeth showed yellow in the candlelight. “Pretty Kitty wants to get fucked, eh? I can mount you from behind before you can claw me. So you claw for pleasure, if you’re a good kitty.”
From the darkness behind Leader, two green-gold eyes glowed in the candlelight.
My best predator’s grin slowly crept up my face. Yeah, so I probably had that same intent look as a cat about to tease a lizard. “Who said I was gonna be the shredder, dumb shit?”
The double-snarl of a cougar -- er, Florida panther, my bad! -- was the last thing he heard. My big cop-cat dropped the rat’s lifeless body over the edge into the rusting hulk of an old Dumpster.
The other two bodies joined their leader before Apollo returned to human form. “Pete, you were magnificent. They never even noticed the bandages on your pretty foot.”
I purred and rubbed my head against his crotch, but even cops have limits on their energy. All I got was a twitch. “How’s about a shower or something? I got that baggie thing they provided to keep my dressing dry, and I really, really want a shower. Kitties shouldn’t have to take bird baths.”
“Yeah. I think you’re going to like my shower.” He scooped me up and started walking toward his bedroom.
“Stop! Stop!” I couldn’t believe what I saw. Okay, maybe I’d been more interested in getting laid than checking the décor, but I finally noticed pure heaven. Real wood. Curved Victorian antiques sitting side by side with Heywood-Wakefield blonde in the living room. Crane fixtures and apple green paint in a 1920s retro kitchen. Everything lovingly restored to the best standards. I saw Tiffany stained glass lamps right next to Art Deco. My jaw hit my chin. “Is that a Skyliner end table?” I didn’t even need to see his nod. “Can I touch it? Please?”
