Mossflower After Midnight: Tsarmina/Brogg
Air rushed from Brogg's lungs along with his orgasm, leaving him sprawled and winded on Tsarmina's bed. The wildcat herself knelt nude at his footpaws, mouth still on him, rasping tongue drawing out every last drop until he hissed in pain. She drew back, chains of saliva thinning and snapping, and licked her whiskers.
"Still with me, captain?"
"Mmf... just about, your majesty," Brogg groaned, head spinning. "That was... amazing."
"Of course it was," Tsarmina said smugly. "Aren't you pleased to have your queen at your feet?"
"It's certainly unexpected, milady," Brogg agreed. "Definitely not complaining, though."
"Feel free to complain if you wish." Tsarmina sat back on her heels and tilted her face up. "You can hit me if you want."
"What?" Was this a test?
"In fact, I insist. Hit me."
Brogg sat up and gave her cheek a light tap. From her narrowing eyes he guessed this wasn't the right action, so he tried again, harder, the sound of the slap muffled by her fur but definitely audible. She smiled, but now he paid attention, she smelled bone dry.
"Your majesty, are you... aren't you enjoying this?"
"That's not why we're here, captain," she said sternly.
"Then why are you here?"
"Don't bore me with questions. If you must know, I need you to keep me awake. It's been getting harder and I need more distraction."
"Oh! Oh, I see." Brogg blinked. "So that's why... so how far can I go?"
"As far as you can! Take out all your frustration on me. Hit me, fuck me, cut me up if you want! As long as you don't let me fall asleep, captain," she slid up on the bed and rumbled deep in her chest as she stroked his neck, "you can do anything... you... want." She finished the sentence with a kiss to his whiskers and a mad giggle.
"Anything, milady?"
"Anything, captain."
He looked at the window; the moonlight streamed in from high in the sky and the chittering of the night-time insects buzzed on the edge of his hearing. He had been up most of last night seeking the source of the terrible sounds his queen insisted she heard, the sounds that had led her to these drastic measures, and the night before that. And the night before that, and the night before that. He stifled a yawn, and dared to ask "Can... can I go to sleep?"
Her claws pressed into his throat, drew blood, and her fangs glittered. "No."