Drake and Katrina
Katrina lay on her bed, bored. It was nearly midnight yet there was nothing to do...
She sighed and rolled on her back, looking around at her room. Her bed's pink silken canopy draped down, obscuring some of the room from her vision but it wasn't like she didn't know what was there. A dresser with a mirror, a desk, some shelves, some drawers, a closet, the bed, and the door of glass leading to the balcony.
Romeo, Romeo, where art thou? she thought with a small sigh, rolling again to her stomach.
She had gotten ready for bed, dressing in her favorite red negligee that clung to her curves yet was billowy at the bottom. She cast a glance in her mirror and smiled as she admired herself.
Now, she wasn't overly vain, she understood that she wasn't the most gorgeous thing in the world and didn't think of herself that way. She was just an average girl who liked to look in the mirror and enjoy the sight of her body. Well...maybe not average.
For example...most average girls she knew didn't have a tail, black fur, or a pair of feline ears atop their head. Most of them didn't know how to transform to various feline forms. And most didn't have nails that could rip through metal or abnormal strength and agility.
She gave a small chuckle. So...maybe she wasn't that average. She smiled cutely. But she did have a nice body, which had to count for something, right?
She stretched out on the bed, moving her head so it hung over the side, letting her long, wavy black hair drape down. She gave a small mew as she stretched her arms and legs out as far as they could go, making her nightgown grow taunt around her frame. She purred happily as she lay there, relaxing.
A sudden noise caused her ears to flick to attention. She lay still, waiting to hear the noise again. A soft rapping sound from her balcony door...
Cautiously, she crept to the door, listening. She peeled back the blinds to peer out. She gave a wicked grin before flinging the blinds and door open.
"Neow!!" she wrapped herself around the silver gargoyle that'd been outside her door.
"What's with that greeting?" he asked, smiling at her.
"Missed you," she pouted. "Where been?"
"Now, now, you know I sleep during the day..."
"Only cause Kat keep you up all night!" she quipped.
He laughed. "Katrina, you know I sleep during the day because I become stone."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "You keep thinking that!"
The gargoyle laughed again, nuzzling her neck as he did. "I missed you."
"Missed you too..." she trailed off purring. "Drake been gone too long..."
He kissed her softly on the lips. "Yeah...I have..."
"Wanna pway with Kat?"
"I don't know..." he teased.
"Kat been good!"
"I know Kat's good." He let out a sort of gargoyle purr, rough like a tiger's. "I know you're very good."
She hugged him. "Come in? Pwease?"
"I don't know...making love to you out here sounds kind of interesting..."
"Drake!"
He laughed. "Someone's a might impatient, aren't they?"
Katrina whimpered before muttering something.
"What was that?"
"Cycle..." she grounded out.
"Cycle..." he thought a moment before laughing out right.
Katrina sulked, ears flat and arms crossed, glaring at a wall.
"Aww...Kat, I'm sorry."
She continued to ignore him.
"Please Kat..."
Her ears perked a little at the tone in his voice so he tried again.
"Please Kat..."
She purred and gave him a hug. "Kay! Kat forgive!"
Drake nuzzled her check with his, loving the soft feel of her fur on his face. Katrina purred and cuddled close against him.
"Wuv you!" she exclaimed chowing happily.
"I know you do, kitten," he responded, hugging her close as he wrapped his wings around her. "I love you too."
"Mine," she stated possessively, cuddling closer. "No sharing."
"Mine..." he whispered by her ear, gently nipping the tip of her feline ears.
"Chu..." she murmured softly, feeling heat well up inside her.
He led her inside, shutting the door and blinds behind him. He smiled at her, loving her for her innocence and her cuteness. They truly made an odd couple, a silver gargoyle with white hair and black wings...and a cat girl who seemed far more childish than she actually was.
"I love your nightgown," he said, running his eyes up and down her body, causing her to blush in a charming manner. "But I'll love it more on the floor..."
He slid a strap down her shoulder and began running kisses up and down her neck. He could feel her purrs vibrating in her throat as he nipped her pleasure spot where her shoulder and neck connected.
The nip made her knees go weak and they almost gave out as he continued to kiss her neck. Then, he brought a taloned hand to scratch the underside of her throat. Katrina let out a murmur of pleasure and whimpered for more. Drake slid the other strap down so the gown fell to the floor, leaving her beautiful body for him to see. A small thong was all she wore and the sight of her wearing that white thong against black fur sent a strong shot of want to his groin.
He took her breasts in both hands and began to stroke their undersides, wanting to give her as much pleasure as he could. Katrina moaned and rubbed her thighs together, aware of the heat radiating from her womanhood. When he took them in his hands and started massaging them, she cried out softly.
"Come to the bed and I'll give you a belly rub..." he whispered, knowing how much she enjoyed having her tummy petted.
She mewed softly and went obediently to the bed, lying on her back like a cat would, hands by the sides of her breasts, pushing them outward towards him. He took in the sight of her lying there beneath the pink canopy as he dimmed the lights. Since both had nocturnal vision, whether the lights were on or off made no difference...but it added to the atmosphere.
He walked to the bed and sat on the end of it, smiling gently at her. She gave a cute mew before blushing again and rubbing her face with a hand, curled like a paw.
"What are you blushing at, kitten?" he inquired.
She purred but didn't answer as he began stroking her tummy.
"Like it?" She withered under his hand as he lightly petted her. "What a sweet kitty..."
He continued stroking her belly, moving his hand up to the valley between her breasts, and down to almost where her clit was. Her eyes had become diluted and she gave soft moans and whimpers, arousing Drake further.
His eyes locked on her breasts, where hard little nipples had emerged from the fur. Giving his pleased purr, he bent a head down to blow air on her tit. She cried out softly and her body arched up from the bed. Her hands moved to his head, to move him close, but he caught them.
"Uh, uh," he chided. "None of that... in fact..." he grabbed the hanging silk canopy and tied her hands together so she couldn't move them. "There...a nice gift wrapped kitty..."
"What makes you think I'm so nice?" she asked, hissing the last part as she gave a wicked grin.
Ah...her other side has decided she'd like to make an appearance...wonder what she'll plan to do later...
He smiled and licked a ripe tit, causing her to gasp and thrash. "Oh...I don't know..." he gave another lick. "Because something that tastes so good has to be nice?"
He took her nipple in his mouth and began to suckle, enjoying her cries of passion. He knew, the further he drove her to the brink, the wilder the night would be. Her cries and moans got louder when he used his other hand to twist her other nipple and when he nipped and tugged the one with his mouth. She called out his name, making his loins grow heavier.
"Who's my good kitty?" he asked, nipping her nipple again.
She let out a groan and whimpered.
"That's what I thought..." he grinned, nipping hard on her tit.
She nearly screamed with pleasure.
"You really are excited today, aren't you?" He smiled wickedly and used his tail to slide down her thong and fling it to the ground. He inspected her and gave an involuntary groan.
"Wet..." He licked his dry lips and felt himself grow harder. Drake positioned himself between her legs and began rubbing her thighs with his hands, making her thrust upward and cause noises of pleasure. Then, he used a finger to stroke around her opening, feeling the wetness that had already spread. He played and teased her outer petals before slowly dipping into her heat.
She cried out loudly and arched up against his hand, shoving his finger deep inside her. Her skin closed around his finger as he moved it around. When he pulled it out, he licked his finger, enjoying the taste. She watched him and whined, pulling at the silken bonds experimentally.
"Now, now, be a good kitty," he said, smiling. What he didn't realize till it was to late was that the tugging was a ploy to distract him. He had forgotten to tie her tail, which she moved as fast as a snake to wrap around his neck. Before he could react, she yanked, causing his head to be inches from her pussy.
"Now, now," she mimicked, "be a good gargoyle and lick me clean."
Drake growled in pleasure at the command and began to do just that. He teased her folds, tugging, nipping, sucking...then thrusted his tongue inside her.
She hissed with pleasure as he swirled his tongue in her, probing deeper inside. He lapped at her juices like a dog as she moaned and used her tail to hold his head closer to her puss.
"More..." she grounded out. "More!"
He moved his tongue faster, pulling it in and out of her, causing her to cry out louder and louder. Finally, she came, her juices gushing out. Growling, Drake eagerly drank it. When it slowed to a stop, he moved atop her, pressing his hard member against her wet pussy.
"What now?" he asked, smiling smugly.
"Now...I have my fun," she grinned.
A ripping sound was heard as she tore through the silk binding. Drake found himself on his back, tied with Katrina on top of him in an instant.
She chuckled and looked at him, purring. She bent her head so her lips were near his and spoke. "Slave...you are going to do what I tell you. If you do it well and please me...I will reward you. Fail me...and I will do something most unpleasant to you. Understood?"
Drake nodded, wondering about his reward.
"Good..." she purred, then offered him a tit. "Now suck and make me moan for you."
Drake did as she commanded, marveling at her stamina. Her cat nature let her have multiple orgasms in a row with out tiring. Not to mention, her willingness to pleasure and be pleasured.
"My beautiful mate," he moaned as he sucked hard on her tit.
"Your mistress," she corrected, though smiled softly at what he called her. "Now use that tail of yours to give me the pleasure I want."
"Yes, mistress," he whimpered. She raised her body from him enough so he could slide the tip of his tail into her. The warmth of her walls encased his tail and squeezed, causing him to squirm. She felt it and sighed with pleasure.
"Yes slave...pleasure me..."
The tip of his tail was as sensitive as another...extension of his body. For him to be thrusting his tail in and out of her was almost the same as having sex with her.
But with...no...release... he moaned, wanting to be in her.
"Come on slave," she hissed, "I want you to make me cum."
He moved his tail faster and faster, his own body thrusting desperately for its own release. Katrina moaned and yowled, pitch getting higher and louder till she climaxed again.
When her walls grasped him for her climax, Drake nearly came himself. It took a whole lot of self-control to hold on. As it was, her juices running down his tail were causing a unique sensation that was turning him on.
"What a good gargoyle," she purred, pulling his tail out of her. "I think you deserve your reward."
She removed his loincloth, which had yet to be taken off, and tossed it to some irrelevant place in the room. She purred and licked her lips hungrily, seeing how large and hard he'd grown. Drake began to squirm under her gaze, longing for her to touch him.
"However," she smirked, "for tying me up in the first place...you will be punished."
"Wha--?"
Katrina moved her tail to wrap around his member. The fur tickled his sensitive skin, yet felt soft, pleasurable. When she began to stroke it up and down with her tail, though, he found the sensation too much to stand.
"Please..." he cried out, trying to tear out of the silk she'd bound him with. "Please..." The silk strands she'd used to tie him were a special kind of silk though, a kind she'd hidden under her pillow in case he came. Woven inside the silk threads was a special metal, the hotter the body became, the tighter the metal would cling. Very dangerous, actually, for humans, whose wrists and ankles could break easily, but for the cat girl and gargoyle, they were perfect.
"Please?" she laughed. "Please what?"
"Please," he begged. "Mercy mistress..."
"Your mistress doesn't offer mercy, slave...you should know that."
He pulled harder against his binding as she breathed air over the head of his shaft. Gentle breathes, up and down. He groaned with frustration, then moaned as she licked the base of his cock. She slid her tongue along him, kissing the head of his member before stopping to watch him, grinning.
"Please, mistress...please!" he whimpered, wanting her to take him in her mouth so badly.
"Please what?" she asked, smiling wickedly.
"Suck my cock."
"My, my," she said, chuckling throatily. "I think my slave has become quite impertinent...but...I do owe you a reward..."
Yes... he thought as her mouth closed around his member. He began to thrust his lower body up and down in rhythm with her head. Her tongue wrapped around him and the moaning she made him growl with pleasure. When she deep throated him, all rational thought left. She was ready for him when he came, sucking greedily to get every last bit. Like her, his gargoyle heritage gave him certain bonuses. He could recharge faster, for one, and for another, when he came...he came.
Katrina licked his member to get any she might have missed, then licked her chops.
"Very good slave...you pleased me so much...that I think I will take you."
Drake felt himself getting harder already as she moved atop to straddle him.
"Mmm," she purred, feeling him grow hard under her. "Very nice slave..." she trailed off as she rubbed her body against his. "Very nice."
Drake began to squirm, but Katrina had other ideas in mind. She lay down so she still straddled him, yet her breasts were pressed to her chest. Sliding her arms around behind him, she began stroking the spot where his wing jointed out of his back.
Drake's wings flapped and he thrashed as pleasure assaulted him.
"Like that, slave of mine?" she whispered, nipping the peak of his ear, causing a groan from him. "What of this?" She licked around the outside of his ear before sliding her tongue into his ear canal. Drake bucked upward, grinding himself against her.
"I see..." she murmured, moving to lick his lips. "What about this?"
She grasped his head with both hands and kissed him passionately. With a moan, he opened his mouth wider so she could move her tongue in his mouth and his in hers. They began to share the same breath as they kissed, continuing it for nearly an eternity. When it was over, she whimpered softly.
"Want you, Drake-chan."
Back to her sweet self, I see, he smiled. "Untie me, kitten, and I'll show you how much I want you."
She tilted her head a moment in thought before shaking it. She gave a cute, impish grin before replying. "Nope!"
"No?"
"Uh-uh." She kissed him again before shifting her position so his shaft was at her entrance. "Want do this way."
She slid herself on him and Drake offered no protest as she began riding him expertly. Her hands teased his nipples, making him thrust himself upward, deeper into her body. Both began to sweat as they got closer to their goal. Panting and moaning, Katrina moved faster against him. Drake growled and grunted as he worked harder to bring himself and her to the edge.
With a shriek of triumph, Katrina orgasmed, her inner walls clenching him tight. That was all he needed. With a roar, Drake reached his own peak and came inside her. The two slowed, breathing heavily from their release.
"Kat...got...one more..." she panted.
"I think I could manage...one more," Drake replied.
"Do Kat's way?"
Drake smiled at her and stroked her head. "Do Kat's way," he answered.
Kat's way, if you hadn't guessed, was exactly that. Cat's way. Though it wasn't entirely accurate, what they did compared to how real cats did it, she liked the gentler term than a-sex.
Kat untied the silk/metal binding and Drake quickly pulled her close to him, cuddling and kissing her, stroking her and nuzzling her.
"I love you, mate," he said.
She kitty kissed his nose. "Wuv you too. Mine," she said, kissing him possessively.
He wasn't about to argue with her.
After some light teasing and touches, both felt ready to go for the final bout. Katrina kneeled on all fours on the bed, her breasts dangling down as Drake got ready to enter her from behind. He was wet from both of their cum so he should have no problem entering her. Putting his member against her hole, he pressed so she could feel it. Then, using his hand, he slowly glided his member into her hole.
A low rumble came from her throat, assuring him she was enjoying it and not in pain. When he was buried deep inside her, he lay slightly over her back so he could play with her breasts. She moaned deeply and her muscles squeezed around him. He smiled wickedly, thinking of how to torture her more. Moving his tail to her pussy's entrance, he slid it in, feeling his member and tail through her thin skin wall. By now, she was yowling and crying out. He began thrusting himself and his tail, moving with her. Bit by bit, both began to lose themselves to the sensation. Drake began to groan and roar softly and Katrina yowled louder and whimpered with pleasure. This time, Drake came first, with a louder roar than his first. When he came, Katrina let out a low yowl as her climax triggered. Finally exhausted, Drake pulled himself out of her and the two mates cuddled.
"Wuv you," she murmured sleepily. "Kat's..." she yawned, "Kat's life mate."
"I love you too," he replied, smiling as he stroked her hair. "My life mate."
"mmmine..." she said, drifting off to sleep, "no one...elsesssss"
"No one else's," he repeated hugging her close to him. His sweet little kitty, his furious cat. Two personalities in the same beautiful body...and both loved him with all their worth.
Drake stayed and held her as she slept for as long as he could before he had no choice but to go. Reluctantly, he got out of the bed, being sure to first cover Katrina well with the blankets. He smiled as she snuggled into the spot he'd just been, sniffing softly at his scent. He kissed her cheek before opening the balcony blinds and door, then glided off to his perch, already thinking of his next visit to her when he'd awaken.