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This story was written for Nicoya. It contains copious M/F sex between consenting adults, involving teasing, orgasm denial, bondage and a whole host of tentacle-y fun. :3

Containment Failure

"Would you pass the pepper please, Nico?"

It was an evening like many others in Cayes and Nicoya's home. A quiet, intimate dinner, just the two of them at the dining table. Cayes was dressed impeccably in a flowing dress which even indoors and sitting at the table under soft, gentle lighting still looked as wonderfully light and freeing as it had during their afternoon walk through the local park, as though the merest gust of a spring breeze might blow it off of her beautiful reptilian body. Nicoya too was dressed as he had been at the park. Around his neck a studded collar bore a shiny metal name tag through the same loop by which Cayes had led his leash. A white crop-top cut at the back to allow his wings to spread freely covered his torso from mid chest level upward, bearing on its front in bubble-like, pink lettering the words 'kiss the kitty'. And, as the purple furred feline rose slightly from his seat to stretch over the table and hand Cayes the pepper, the turtle couldn't help but smile as she saw the royal blue of his denim mini-skirt peek into view, so punk and so adorable at the same time as it showed off his bare thighs and reminded Cayes of his lack of panties, whether or not she could in that moment see any evidence of their absence.

"Thank you."

The turtle murmured gently to her beloved pet, smirking across the sides of her beaked muzzle as she plucked the pepper pot from Nicoya's hand, grazed his fingertips teasingly with his own, onto to set the pepper down on the table, unused as she simply continued to admire his body a little more until the cat sank back into his chair, blushing bright beneath his fur.

"Tell me, Nico..."

Cayes spoke casually as she lifted a forkful of spaghetti to her mouth and slurped it down, relishing the intense freshness of the pesto coating each and every strand of the sleek pasta.

"...are you still horny, right now?"

With a forkful of pasta currently stuffed into his own muzzle, the winged cat mewled and almost choked, before swallowing as hurriedly as he could and bashfully but honestly nodding in anticipation of his actual, vocal response.

"Y-yes, Mistress. Very."

Cayes took another mouthful, digested it contemplatively for a moment, and after swallowing smiled at the man she loved so dearly.

"No need for Mistress right now. I'm not holding the leash any more. Not right now, at least. I just want to know how my lover is feeling. What he wants."

Nicoya looked at Cayes bashfully. Not fearfully, without any anxiety or genuine concern that she was laying the kind of trap which could result in him being punished if he didn't answer correctly. But, certainly embarrassed by the simple fact that Cayes already knew the answer, and thus was asking him to tell her not because she wanted to know, but because it would please her, perhaps even excite her to hear him say it. And say it he did.

"I... m-mistress, I mean, Cayes... you know what I want. What I always want is to make you happy."

Cayes quirked an eyebrow. Not in disbelief, not like she didn't believe the cat's answer; she did, and it never failed to touch her heart to hear him say it. But, he knew that she knew that. She always knew that about him, just as he always knew the very same about her. She regarded him with that teasing provocation however because they both knew that there was far more detail to be gleaned from Nicoya's answer than what he had just volunteered. And, sure enough, upon finding himself on the receiving end of Cayes' raised eyebrow the cat mewled with longing as he admitted more of his truth.

"But, i-if you mean... what would make me the most happy if I could make you happy by doing it? I... t-that would be, if I could could t-take off my chastity cage for tonight."

A rosy blush flooded Nicoya's cheeks as he admitted that honest truth to the woman he loved, squirming on his seat all the while as though merely acknowledging the presence of his enclosed, restrained cock was enough to cause an ever greater resurgence of desire within and for it. When Cayes did not immediately respond however, when she simply sat there calmly with fork in hand over her plate, watching Nicoya as he blushed and whimpered and squirmed around in hopeful longing, that confidence and honesty which the cat had displayed swiftly evaporated.

"I... I mean, but, that's just one of a million things I'd like to do. A million different ways that I could make you happy. I'd do any of them. Any one a-and love it. It doesn't have to be that. Really it doesn't."

Cayes plucked another forkful of spaghetti and pesto from her plate, and ate it without once breaking eye contact with the winged feline, leaving him forced to do so as he whined and mewled softly in embarrassment, in nervous concern and in lingering excitement as now that he had acknowledged wanting his long restrained shaft to be set loose, it twitched until the cage itself did its job in keeping it from swelling any further. The turtle took another mouthful of her dinner while Nicoya's own went uneaten, the cat becoming more and more of a wriggling, whimpering mess of red faced nervousness with every bite until finally, at long last, Cayes responded like all that time she had just been considering the initial question itself, entirely unaware or at the very least unconcerned by Nicoya's self-imposed assumptions about her lack of an immediate reaction.

"So, while I'm sure it's true that you feel there are many things you could do with me to make me happy which very much involve your cage being off for the night... I take it that you're horny, Nico. You're horny, and you want to be let out of your cage for the night on the understanding that you would then be able to get off. To cum, for as long as you are unlocked."

Crimson cheeked, Nicoya nodded. Cayes smirked, slurped down one more muzzleful of rich pesto, and raised a playful eyebrow.

"Was it the park? Did taking a walk with me, getting all shown off, all those people watching you, did all of that really get you this worked up?"

Nicoya whimpered and nodded once again.

"Yes, Mis-... u-uh, Cayes. Seeing all those people watching me. Looking at me. Checking me out. But, also? Being there with you. The way you looked... t-the way you still look in that dress. You're so hot. You always know exactly what to wear to get me so worked up that I can hardly stand it. I love it. I... I love you, Cayes. And, I r-really do just want to make you happy. But, you asked me what I wanted. So, y-yeah. If I had to choose any way to make you happy, it would be like that. Me free from my cage. Making you happy... making us both so, so happy, with your beautiful body, and my cock."

Cayes giggled, beamed at the cat sitting across the table, and murmured gently to him as beneath the table's surface one of her bare feet reached out and ever so softly, delicately caressed the inside of one of Nicoya's legs below the knee.

"Well, that's very sweet of you to say. Very honest, and very kind of you, Nico. And... yes."

Nicoya squirmed and shuddered hard at the simple but oh so erotic touch of his lover's foot against his fur, caressing back and forth, up and down with one toe in a gesture more meaningful and passionate than if Cayes had scrambled up and over the table, kicking and throwing plates and glasses aside to seek out his lips with hers. At the end of her comment though, he tilted his head and gave a soft, curious whimper, not daring to assume or to hope that her affirmation was responding to the same sentiment that he hoped she was.

"Y-yes?"

His nervous, almost desperate query almost made Cayes want to delay the answer even more. She was half tempted to look down at his half uneaten plate of pesto and tell him to finish his dinner first, then she'd tell him. But in the end it turned out that Cayes was almost as eager to see Nicoya's response as he was to have the statement clarified. Thus she waited only a few seconds more, relishing the bulging, pleading urgency in her lover's eyes before softly clearing her throat and answering as simply, as openly as she could.

"Yes, silly. We can take off your chastity cage tonight."

Nicoya's eyes bulged, and though he might quite obviously have been a cat an almost canine, dog-like yelp of joy escaped his lips at hearing Cayes not just insinuate but actively speak those words, her word being all that Nicoya needed to believe it as fact. The turtle wasn't yet done though. She paused for a moment to let that fact sink in and revel in the pure glee and relief and desirous delight of Nicoya's response, and just when it seemed as though the cat might just be starting to descend back to earth from the giddy heights of his fantasy fuelled hopes for what tonight might hold for them both, that was when Cayes chose to speak up again and propel the winged cat right back up into the stratosphere.

"In fact, Nico, so long as you eat up the rest of your dinner to ensure you have the strength, and so long as you behave yourself for the rest of the evening, taking off your cage will only be the beginning of all the fun that I have in store for you. And I do hope that you'll trust me, my dear pet, when I tell you that what I have planned for us... for me and you, your body, your cock, so free and so eager I have no doubt... all of that will make me a very, very happy woman indeed."

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After dinner, the pair settled down on the couch for a couple of hours to chill out and watch some TV. To Nicoya's slight sorrow Cayes changed out of her dress in order to do so, and when she returned to join him on the couch she was instead wearing a rather oversized but cosy hoodie and a pair of well worn jeans. It only took a few moments of being snuggled up in her arms however for Nicoya to realise that it truly didn't matter what she was wearing, right now or pretty much ever. Cayes could have been wearing a potato sack and she would still have been the most beautiful creature in all the world, and even then, her beauty was effectively irrelevant... though still all too pleasant to behold, as they just cuddled and chatted and flicked back and forth between cooking shows, sitcoms and nature documentaries until around 11pm.

Beyond their cuddling and holding of hands, only the occasional gentle smooch interrupted their peaceful evening. In fact it was so calming and so peaceful that there were a few times when Nicoya entirely forgot about what he was meant to be anticipating with every passing moment, only to shudder and squirm a little within Cayes' embrace as he remembered, and to blush as she kissed him on the cheek and giggled as her smooth beak no doubt felt the increased warmth of his skin beneath its touch. When Cayes finally shut off the TV though, and extricated herself from Nicoya's embrace before pulling the cat up with her and leading him out of the living room without so much as a single word, she could feel him shaking with anticipation. She could see him quivering and fighting to maintain even a vague semblance of composure as they brushed their teeth, and when she left him to use the restroom while she went to 'prepare' a little in the bedroom, Nicoya tried to respond in affirmation only to let slip a sound which could only be described as lying somewhere half way between a feline mewl and a mousey squeak of acknowledgement and delight.

By the time Nicoya made it to the bedroom, a thousand fantasies had already run through his head about what he might find there. Cayes in full dominatrix gear, strap-on primed and ready to go. A sybian resting upon the floor with Nico's favourite butt-plug attached to it and Cayes sitting on the edge of the bed close by, controls in hand. The turtle lying naked on the bed amidst a carpet of rose-petals, already fingering herself with one hand while the other held out the key to Nicoya's chastity cage, shamelessly begging for him to just take it off and start fucking her already. Any one of those thousand ideas would have been absolute heaven to Nicoya, but to his credit even when he walked into the bedroom and saw that Cayes was sitting on the bed while still fully clothed in that same casual, comfy attire as before, he reacted with every bit as much genuine anticipation and desire as he noted the changes which she had in fact made to the bedroom.

Two sets of sturdy but fur-lined handcuffs were locked in place to the curved lines of their bed's metal headboard frame, resting on Nicoya's side of the bed in a manner that made all too clear who they were meant for. Beside the bed an arrangement of sex toys and lubricant were laid out upon the cabinet, though most of them were Cayes' preferred toys rather than his, and upon the bed itself sitting beside the patiently waiting, warmly smiling turtle, was an item of clothing which Nicoya recognised immediately. A latex corset which Cayes had bought hand-tailored for him over a year ago, and which was brought out on those nights when she intended to tease and pleasure him so thoroughly that such restraint was required to hold back the tentacles which dwelt within the cat's body, hidden away in that current moment by the presence of his wings. Tentacles which, when unleashed by the most wild extremes of Nicoya's excitement, were utterly outside of his control, and thus had to be managed somehow if the cat was to be able to share a night of true and uninhibited passion with the woman he loved, without unintentionally ravaging her far, far beyond the limits of what either of them might share on their most wild and kinky nights otherwise.

"Take off your clothes for me, Nico."

Cayes' tender request drew Nicoya back to reality from where he had been standing, staring and blushing at the corset and what it implied about the night ahead for what might have been two or twenty seconds.

"Take them all off, and once I've got you all tied up and right where I want you..."

She pulled a small silver key from the pocket of her jeans, and held it up in front of her playfully grinning face as Nicoya whimpered, wings fluttering helplessly and toes curling down against the carpet in desperate longing.

"...I'll set you loose, and then you'll have a whole, long, wonderful night without your cage to make me happy, just like you wanted."

Without complaint, quite eagerly in fact given the promised result of doing so, Nicoya stripped off his clothes until he was standing before Cayes practically naked, the only thing stopping his nudity from being an absolute fact the belt locked around his midsection bearing the cage in which his forcibly flaccid cock was currently resting. A glistening bead of pre-cum rested, poised and ready to dribble forth onto the metal of the cage itself from its very tip at any moment, and indeed did so as soon as Cayes stepped forward, ran a soft, smooth hand gently down the front of Nicoya's fluffy, lean chest, and pushed her pet backwards until with a giggle and a whimper of delight he tumbled onto the bed. Soon he was lying down with Cayes straddling his belly, moaning as he quite willingly surrendered his hands to the cuffs affixing his hands to the bed. They both knew this was just the beginning of their foreplay though, for Nicoya's hands were not the portion of his body which most required restraint. The worst that his own paws could do was wander down and touch himself before Cayes told him that he could. But, his tentacles meanwhile, though still hidden away within his body in that current moment, they were a far greater risk which required much more meaningful effort to bind.

Nicoya whined and blushed as Cayes shuffled further down his body once his hands were cuffed to the bed-frame, and he moaned loudly as he felt her crotch come very purposefully to rest, lowering itself firmly down onto his own crotch, right over his still caged and now more regularly, desperately dripping cock. For what felt like an eternity the turtle lingered there as she pulled the corset over to where Nicoya was now sprawled on his back, coaxing and teasing it's back portion underneath the cat's lithe figure before wrapping the rest of its sleek latex form around and over the cat, and after ensuring that his wings were emerging through its specially designed outlets at the rear beginning the process of tightly, expertly binding Nicoya's torso into it.

"Mmmm..."

Cayes murmured as she tied the corset up, ensuring that every knot was perfectly taut and that each bound section of the corset was as tight as was necessary to prevent Nicoya's tentacles from even emerging from his body in the first place, never mind breaking through the resistant material which had served them through countless kinky nights since it was first purchased. She smiled as she continued to let slip those very soft but very purposeful little moans while she worked, and felt Nicoya quaking in response to each and every one of them as she playfully rocked the crotch of her jeans back and forth against the cage surrounding his cock. The pleasure was minimal thanks to the well worn but still tough, thick fabric, but the desire was real, much as she controlled it far better than the bound cat ever could. She felt as though she was every bit as turned on and eager for tonight as Nicoya, and quite honestly she was immensely glad that he had asked to be set loose, because it meant that she didn't have to come up with a silly reason why she wanted to reward him with a few vigorous, eager fucks over the course of tonight.

Even as she finished securing the corset however, checking and double checking every knot as Nicoya whined and moaned louder in response to her physical and audible teasing, Cayes told herself that it would still be much more fun to wait before finally giving Nicoya what he wanted. Before giving them both what they so hungrily, eagerly wanted. No matter how good it would have felt to free Nico from his cage and immediately plunge down onto his cock, to ride him hard and rough and make him cum in less than a minute just for the thrill of seeing the lust and embarrassment on his face all at once when he did so, it would be so much hotter to free his cock, to let him know she could touch him, pleasure him, fuck him at any moment... but still make him wait. Still get him more and more worked up with the next surprise she still had to reveal to the needy cat, until when the moment finally came and she sincerely believed the man she loved couldn't take it any more, she could make him truly and wholly happy by finally giving Nicoya precisely what he craved, and what she would by then be certain he would be taking from her were his tentacles not so tightly locked away.

Pulling away from the winged, bound, corseted and wriggling, whimpering cat, though really only moving to kneel beside his crotch rather than directly astride it, Cayes once more revealed that little silver key from her jeans' pocket. The key which held so much power in her and Nicoya's relationship, though all of it so gleefully and voluntarily given by the cat himself. The key which had in its most recent period of living within Cayes' pockets and purses kept Nicoya's cock locked away for well over a month without a single release, unless of course you counted the prostate milking, strap-on clad fucking which Cayes had shared with him about a week into the month after a particularly garbage day when both of them had been in dire need of some roughness and affection in equal measure. Now though, as Cayes held that key in her hand, it felt like it had been much longer than a month. Like it had been much longer since last she had tasted Nico's cum or felt the heat of his cock throbbing inside her pussy or mouth or ass or even just resting, twitching and dribbling within her grasp as she cradled him from behind.

No matter how much Cayes was coming to realise that she didn't just want this, but craved it every bit as urgently as her lover did though, she couldn't resist teasing Nicoya just once more before finally letting him loose.

"Whoops!"

She gasped as she faux-fumbled the key, as though threatening to lose it down the back of the headboard or amidst the pillows or somewhere, anywhere it might take a few whole minutes more to locate again. Sure enough, Nicoya wailed and whimpered in playful anguish. He knew exactly what Cayes was doing, but that didn't make it any less deliciously taunting or wonderfully agonising to experience. And when finally she revealed that the key had in fact never left her hand, and at long last reached down to the locking mechanism directly attached to the base of the cage unit itself where it wrapped around Nicoya's balls as well as in the belt around his waist, the cat cried out her name in joyous, almost orgasmically intense gratitude. She unlocked the harness, she gently eased the cage free from Nicoya's crotch, and mere seconds after turning around to set the cage, the belt and its key safely aside over one edge of the bed, Cayes turned back to face her lover to find his cock already rapidly starting to swell.

"C-Caaahh... Cayes!"

Nicoya cried out her name again as he humped at the air while greedily, unabashedly watching his cock rise to the first erection it had been permitted to actually experience in over four weeks. He was so turned on, so overwhelmed and excited to be free that his body almost forgot the situation it was still bound up in. His hands tugged at the cuffs binding them, rattling the headboard as he wailed at his failed attempt to reach down and stroke himself, to masturbate and to make himself cum to the beautiful sight of his own rock hard cock, and of course the even more beautiful turtle kneeling next to him.

"Please, Cayes. Oooohhhh, please... let me fuck you. I'll make you cum. I'll make you cum so, so hard with my cock. I promise. I swear I will..."

He whimpered and begged, and Cayes knew that every word he spoke was sincere, or at least his belief in the words was sincere whether or not his libido would allow him to cooperate once he felt her hot wetness wrapping around his length. Thus, she wasted no time in torturing him with any sort of uncertainty in that regard, and nodded as she reached out to stroke Nicoya's flushed, panting face.

"Of course you can fuck me. Of course you'll cum in me tonight, and it'll feel so, so good, Nico. I know it."

The cat's eyes bulged with excitement, with gratitude, with overwhelmed and lust stricken revelation as Cayes affirmed everything that his body, heart and mind were craving in equal abundance in that moment. And then, just a few seconds later, his eyes grew wider and a strangled wail of dismay escaped his muzzle as Cayes kept on speaking.

"But... before you do, I want to make sure that we're both ready. That we're primed and helpless to resist each other. I want to fuck you not because I want to, but because I need to, and because I know that you need to fuck me every bit as badly. So, before you think about actually putting that cock inside me. Why not just lie back, relax... and let yourself get hotter. Hornier. Harder, for me."

Nicoya's eyes bulged, and he cried out desperately, exactly as Cayes hoped that he would.

"I... Cayes, please. I don't think I can get any harder. Any hornier. I'm already so... so fucking horny. I want this, I w-want you so badly, right now. Not in a minute. Not in ten seconds. Now."

The turtle pouted playfully, and giggled as she slipped away from Nicoya, off the edge of the bed to stand alongside it.

"You don't think you can get any harder, Nico?"

She teased as she reached down and unfastened the clasp of her jeans.

"You don't think you can be any hornier?"

She murmured passionately as she began to slide down her jeans to reveal not just a bare pussy free from panties, but also long, smooth legs clad in black, lacy stockings of a very particular design hidden away beneath them. She saw Nicoya's eyes bulge anew. She saw his mouth drop open in a soft, desperate gurgle, and saw him shake his head as he stared at her in almost dumbfounded horror at how hot the sight before him was. But as Cayes continued to strip off her clothing, and beneath the jeans and the hooded sweater to reveal a vastly more skimpy black and white outfit clinging to the curves of her otherwise bare body, she paid no heed to his croaking, helpless and wordless pleas.

"Well, my pet... let me see if I can't help to prove you wrong."

Cayes moaned to Nicoya as she tossed her clothes aside, only to lean down over the side of the bed, showing off her ass and her bare pussy just visible between her spread legs as she did so, and pull forth a small bag from where it had been hidden until now. A bag from which she withdrew a pair of silky gloves whose almost transparent fabric was made much more noticeable by the almost suit-jacket like black and white cuffs upon them, a pre-tied bow tie which she simply looped around her neck and clipped into place at the back, and finally a headband from which protruded a pair of fluffy, white furred rabbit ears. She donned all that additional attire before pulling herself back upright and turning round to face Nicoya once again, and when she did so, licking the corners of her beak in anticipation as she saw his eyes bulging wider still and his cock twitching, throbbing, dribbling pre-cum liberally down its length as the cat's whole body writhed in his bonds, she knew that now, at last, their night of fun together was ready to begin.

"Cayes, I... I don't know if I can..."

The cat groaned in awed dismay as he stared at the beautiful, Playfur bunny'esque suit clad woman before him. The turtle he loved dressed in what to him was one of the most impossibly attractive, irresistible outfits of all time. His voice trailed off however, lost in a more lustful and frantic gurgling whimper when Cayes shuffled forward and playfully shushed him with one silky gloved finger placed to his lips, while with the other hand she reached down and began to ever so carefully and teasingly stroke at one of his thighs.

"N-nnhh... no, really! Cayes, please you don't understand. I... I can't. It's too much. That outfit. You. I... please, d-don't make me..."

She could see him thrashing. Bucking. She could see his eyes bulging, and his torso writhing. Were his tentacles trying to escape already? Was he really that turned on by her wearing this outfit? Cayes moaned under her breath at the very thought of it, and traced a single silk gloved finger up Nicoya's thigh before tickling at the very base of his fluffy furred testicles with that digit. She'd had such plans for teasing him. For hours upon hours, or until it looked like he could cum without a single touch if left unattended in the face of her temptation for much longer. She had wanted to push Nicoya to his limit not through denial in the strictest sense, but through applying pleasure and passion and her love for him in the most specific and erotic, yet indirect of ways compared to simply straddling his cock and sinking down upon it.

If he was this turned on though, if he was truly as worked up and desperate as he sounded already, just by virtue of how long it had been since he'd last cum and apparently thanks in part to her choice of costume for tonight's temptations, perhaps she could skip over some of the more gentle, introductory teasing she'd had planned. The dancing and gyrating all around and over him, the teasing of his nose with the tips of her headband's bunny ears. The kissing, and perhaps slight tickling of his toes and the pink pads of his feet one by one. That she could skip, or at least set aside for now and do to him later, after the initial edge of his lust had been taken off by one or two climaxes... perhaps more for her. But, there was one thing which Cayes could not bring herself to skip over. One thing that the turtle would not deny Nicoya the chance to witness, nor deny herself the chance to perform as she had been imagining herself doing all evening.

Straddling Nicoya's midsection, she let the cat believe for a moment, just a moment that she was about to sink down and sit upon his now rampant, rock hard cock right there and then. He mewled. He nodded. He begged feverishly and mindlessly, his words a flurry of unintelligible but desperately uttered syllables with no real discernible meaning. And when Cayes began to shuffle forward, up the length of his corset-bound torso and towards his wide eyed face, he began to wail and thrash harder than ever in dismay, only to fall still and silent as she got closer, and closer, and closer with her bare pussy spread open by the fingers of one gloved hand, while the other reached over to the bedside table and pulled one of her favourite vibrators from it into her grasp.

"You're already so worked up. So ready for me. Oh... Nico, you want this so badly, don't you?"

She rocked her hips towards his face, so close that had Nicoya had the wherewithal in that moment to crane his neck forward and stick out his tongue, he might even have been able to taste her. Instead all he could do was nod wildly, and cry out in wordless, manic lust yet again as he bucked and flailed harder in his restraints, so much so that Cayes swore she could almost imagine hearing the latex of his corset creaking as though under immense pressure from within.

"You want this. You want me so badly. So badly, that maybe I need to prepare myself a little more, so I can keep up with my pet's passions."

The vibrator buzzed into life within one of Cayes' gloved hands. She drew it towards herself. Pressed its sleek metal length between her outer lips, and angled it so that the shaft rubbed against her clit. Her eyes fluttered. Her beak fell slightly open. Nicoya let slip a choked gurgle as Cayes trembled and whimpered in pleasure as she twisted the vibrator's power up, and up, and up to its maximum level within a matter of ten or fifteen seconds, before slowly angling the toy and slipping it inside herself right there in front of Nicoya's face.

"Ohhh... ohhhhfuckyess... Nnnh... Nico, I... I can't wait for this to be you..."

Cayes held the toy inside herself for a moment or two before drawing it out again with a ragged whimper. Nicoya's eyes bulged as he watched the turtle's juices drip down the length of the vibrator and off the end of his mistress' fingertips. His right ear twitched. His wings fluttered, and the sound of creaking latex grew louder, though Cayes was all but deaf to it over the deep, rumbling buzz of the vibrator now lodged inside her.

"Cayes, please. Please I... I can't. It's too much. You're too much. I can't take it. Can't stop it..."

The turtle couldn't help but be turned on by the sincerity of her lover's words. The intense passion that made him sound as though he really was going to lose control just by watching her tease him in such a shamelessly erotic manner.

"I believe in you, Nico. I... oohhhh... I know you can wait for it. I know you'll wait as long as it takes to feel my hot, wet pussy around your cock, my pet. Because you love me. And... ohhh, yes... and because you don't have any other choice."

Cayes teased Nicoya lovingly as she worked the toy in and out of herself again, and again, rocking her hips forward and showing herself off to the cat's wide eyes and flushed face as unabashedly as she was able to. She giggled. She moaned as she pleasured herself while glancing back over her shoulder, watching the corset-bound cat's cock leap and dribble liberal quantities of pre-cum in an almost non-stop stream. And as she was looking away, that was when she heard the most almighty mewling cry of savage lust escape her beloved pet's throat, followed by an unfamiliar and yet unmistakable sound which she never thought she would have found herself with any reason to hear first-hand.

The sound of latex tearing, and splitting at the very seams from which the garment made of it was constructed.

"Mistress!"

Nicoya shrieked as a tentacle ripped clean through the left side of his corset, and wrapped its sucker-clad, powerful length around Cayes' right thigh where she was straddling his chest.

" Mistress!"

He screamed again, louder, ever more desperate in a mixture of sorrow and embarrassment and yet at the same time pure, overwhelmed relief and arousal. A second tentacle tore free from the tattered remains of the corset. Then another, and another, and another and another and... they grabbed at Cayes, all within a split-second of one another. At her arms. Her legs. Her torso. Hoisting her up and off the cat. Dragging the hand clutching the vibrator away from her pussy and sending the glistening sex toy flying clean off the bed. Cayes tried to shriek back, to cry out in shock as she realised what was happening, what she had caused, and what was going to happen if Nicoya couldn't get a hold of himself right now.

"Nico, wai-!"

She tried to beg him, tried to calm him. She tried to say anything at all, but Nicoya's body didn't want to be pacified, and thus a thick, glistening tentacle stuffed itself into her beak, and as a thick, treacle-y substance began to ooze its way down the turtle's throat, she felt more tentacles dragging her legs apart while others held her aloft in the air, only to thrust her downward again and press her writhing but helpless, effectively immobile body down directly onto Nicoya's cock like she wasn't the mistress commanding and controlling his pleasure any more, but as though she was little more than a living fleshlight for the cat's out of control, otherworldly libido.

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In the hours that followed, and though the passage of time sometimes seemed somewhat twisted by the sheer intensity of everything that she felt that night Cayes was all too aware that it truly was a case of hours without pause, the turtle and cat were lost together. Lost in a state beyond ecstasy. Beyond passion, beyond madness, beyond pure and complete euphoria to such a degree that in some ways what they were sharing seemed entirely apart from sex, though the near constant pleasure being thrust upon them by Nicoya's cock made certain that they could never for even a moment claim that to truly be the case. Still handcuffed to the bed, Nicoya's tentacles ensured that their owner got what he had been denied for over a month. Not just once, not just twice, but again and again and again until no matter how hard they tried, Nicoya's cock softened. Four times before their bodies parted Cayes felt her pet erupt inside her. Heard him howl, beg, cry out his love for her while she tried to scream back, though the tentacle almost permanently dwelling in her maw made that a near impossibility. Even when Nicoya was temporarily spent though, the tentacles merely lifted the turtle up over the cat's body, over his face, and continued to fuck her savagely on his behalf as though seeking to reinvigorate him faster with the show.

And, of course, it worked. Cayes screamed and came over and over, thrashing, writhing, squirting unstoppably at the tentacles' rough, urgent, unceasing behest, her juices raining down upon Nicoya's flushed cheeks and whimpering, moaning muzzle. Barely half an hour passed, and he was hard again. Throbbing, drooling again, and then they were fucking. Then they were moaning, wailing, screaming to one another as the cat's tentacles vigorously bounced Cayes astride him while tickling balls and clit to ensure that both the lovers were driven to yet another release with all possible expediency.

Needless to say as time passed, not that it took very long at all really once Nicoya's body had torn through the garment meant to hold him in check, Cayes' beautiful bunny-suit was ruined. Ripped and torn by tentacles wriggling and caressing her, desperate to touch her smooth body all over, flesh to flesh. Her ears were bent. Her stockings and her very own corset ripped and stretched. Yet as rough and merciless as the tentacles were, they never caused her pain. Never pushed her too far. They drove Cayes to her limits, limits beyond which she was aware that she could bear to exist. They did to her what she had done to Nicoya to get him into this state, only what she had done through denial and teasing, the tentacles employed through simple, relentless excess.

Finally though, many, many, many hours later... those tentacles began to soften in their forcefulness. Once more they dragged Cayes down onto Nicoya's cock, but as the turtle bounced and rode the man she loved, she slowly became aware of what she was doing. What she was doing, bouncing, riding the cat of her own accord as the tentacles held her, but did almost nothing to urge her on beyond their continued presence. By the time she realised that though, weary and sore and spent as she should have been by all accounts, it felt too good for Cayes to stop, and from the utterly blissed out expression upon Nicoya's own face as he lay back open mouthed and gurgling, giggling as she humped him, he felt similarly.

"Cum for me..."

Cayes whispered breathlessly, lustily as she rocked and humped at the cat's incredibly still rock hard, throbbing member.

"Cum with me..."

She whispered, testingly tugging at one of her arms and finding that the tentacle wrapped around it offered no resistance, allowing herself to reach down and ever so delicately caress her own clit as she felt Nicoya's body begin to ever so softly, weakly but at the same time feverishly buck up against her in the imminent signalling of his impending orgasm.

"My Nico. My pet, I... I love you. I... oh god. Oh, god..."

The cat shuddered. His eyes rolled back. He whimpered, grunted, offering no words as Cayes felt hot cum flood her already hot, dripping, cum-soaked pussy. No matter how many times she had felt that sensation though, either tonight or throughout their relationship, it was still as unique and perfect a sensation as the turtle had ever known. It was still heaven, and it was still more than enough to ensure that moments later Cayes threw back her head, screamed in ecstasy as she too began to cum... and then toppled helplessly backwards, somersaulting clean off Nicoya and the bed overall as after a whole night of being supported and guided if not outright controlled in her fucking by the cat's tentacles, they finally released her.

"Cumming! I... Nico, yes! Ohh god yes , cumming! Cumming! Cum-mnh-...aaaaaaah!"

A few moments later, still quivering, gasping, the aftershocks of that brief but potent orgasm working their way through her trembling body as her pussy twitched and she felt Nicoya's cum start to dribble out of her, Cayes pulled herself upright against the foot of the bed, and glanced up towards her pet.

She stared in wonder, in awe at the cat as she straightened her bent and twisted bunny-ear headband upon her head absent-mindedly. She watched Nicoya's cock still twitching in the final moments of his own latest orgasmic high, and as a lingering trickle of cum ran down the underside of his flexing, still rock hard cock, she watched his toes wriggle and curl in the throes of his absolute bliss and contentment.

"Oh, Nico..."

Cayes watched him panting, giggling, whimpering in rapturous contentment. His wings fluttered. His tentacles wriggled. His eyes opened for a moment, head turning to glance down at her where she was peering up from beside the bed, then closed again as he resumed his blissfully heavy, ragged breathing.

"My Nico..."

She murmured, bashfully at first, but with more determination even as she finished those couple of short words.

Red faced, trembling, weak at the knee, Cayes pulled herself upright... or at least upright enough to drag herself back up onto the bed. She crawled forward, towards her lover. Her pet. Her Nicoya. She swung a leg over him. Crawled further still, astride him. She laid her naked body down over his, and though she was tender, though he was clearly spent, having only just finished cumming mere moments before... Cayes reached down between their weary bodies, grasped Nicoya's cock, and guided it into herself once more.

"Your tentacles have had their fun. They've given us a... god, Nico, a night I don't think we'll ever forget. But... that wasn't what I promised you. That wasn't what you promised me. When you said you wanted to make me happy, to use your cock to make me happy. I know what you meant, and I know you know what would make me happy. To feel you, the cat I love so much, fucking me. Making love to me, the way he wants to. Free, under nobody's bidding but his own. So..."

Her body squirmed against Nicoya's own, and she kissed at the cat's neck as her hands reached out and caressed his flushed, panting face, tilting his head up so that he couldn't help but open his weary, bleary eyes and look at her.

"So... make me happy, Nico. Fuck me the way you want to fuck me. No tentacles. No holding back. No making you hold anything back."

Her hands reached up beyond his head, and a moment later they both heard the click of the handcuffs binding the cat's paws letting loose.

"Just... fuck me. Make love to me, Nicoya. Do... do whatever you think would make me happy. Just, please, do it because you want to. Because you choose to. Not because you have to, or because you can't not do it. Just hold me, and... touch me. And, a-after everything tonight... after everything your tentacles have done for us, and to us? Nicoya, please... please, cum in your mistress once more, because it would make her so, so happy."

By Jeeves

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