He throws back his head as he yanks hard on her hair, letting out a howl of raw pleasure as his penis throbs underneath her fingers. The pain across her scalp doesn't bother her nearly as much as the risk of her getting pulled off course from her intended objective. Thinking fast, she moves with him to give just enough slack to let him try and take up the tension a second time, only to jerk her neck in the opposite direction to whiplash free of his failing grip. Now free to move as she pleases, she turns her head to hover her mouth right by his tip, wringing out the first shot of his ejaculation in a long, gooey line from her lower lip to the back of her throat.
That direct contact of his seed marks the beginning of her descent into complete madness.
Strangely, her first thought is that his load's not quite as thick as she would have liked?if only she hadn't been running quite so late, he wouldn't have gone and wasted the richest load of the day staining a stupid apron!?but by his third shot across her tongue the raw intensity of his taste and scent have soaked into her brain anyways. Four, five?she swallows down what she can even as she continues to steadily jerk him off, but already six is overflowing into her cheeks, and seven begins to drip from either side of her mouth. Unwilling to waste such a delicacy on the floor, she swivels her head back to catch eight and nine across the bridge of her nose and chin, then thrusts her chest forward to allow ten, eleven, and finally twelve to dribble out from his manhood down onto the silk over her collarbone and breasts, his milky white fluid vividly contrasted against the bright red cloth.
She tries to keep his cum from rolling down her throat for as long as possible, but all too soon she finds herself gulping it down in loud swallows. When he grunts and gently pulls away from her as the last dry tremors of his orgasm subsides, she takes advantage of her freedom to put her hands to her dress and drag them up along the cloth, desperate to not waste a drop.
Only when she's been reduced to licking at the back of one wrist and using it to scrub along the curve of her neck does he step slightly forward, presenting her with his still half-erect cock for a final chaser. The eyes she turns up towards him as she polishes that last bit off are filled with nothing but dumb adoration and ecstasy as she encircles his glans with her lips one final time, gently sucking out the final dregs of semen from his penis?gently, gently, so as to not push his sensitive member past the threshold of pain.
When her long, thirsty drags on his member finally turn up dry, she grunts with displeasure, unable to assemble a proper expression of regret with her brain completely smashed on the taste of his essence. Now finding even the thin silk of her dress to be far too much clothing against her heated skin, she carefully flicks open the top of her dress before grabbing hold of his hips and pulling herself up and out of it, leaving the garment in a pool on the floor. The only cloth gracing her body now is a pair of thigh-high stockings; for a second she saws her legs together as if trying to rub them off of her body, but when the tight fabric refuses to budge she simply shrugs and throws herself into his arms to distract her from the two annoyances around her legs. His hands reach out to her as she bumps him with enough force to nearly bowl him over; he grabs onto her shoulder with one hand and guides the backs of her shoulders into his chest, her tipsy laugh tinkling like so many bells.
"Hiiii, Chiyu!" she titters, now as smashed as an oni. "You're delicious!"
"So I've heard," he chuckles, more to himself than her. His wife has long since stopped paying attention to his voice, content to simply butt the back of her head against his face again and again. Turning his head to pinning her own in place with one cheek, he rolls his eyes while bending down just low enough to sweep an arm behind her knees. When she instinctively throws an arm around his shoulders as he knocks her off balance, he takes up her weight and literally scoops her off of her feet, eliciting a gasp of mixed surprise and delight.
She's too heavy for him to comfortably carry up two flights upstairs to their bedroom, so instead simply waddling one room over to dump her on the easy chair in the living room, the same place where he'd dealt with his pent-up frustrations a few hours ago. The moment she lands butt-first into the seat, she scrambles back onto her feet to remount the chair on her hands and knees instead, shaking her bare ass at him in a crazed presentation of her flushed, needy pussy. Throaty, wordless sounds of desire escape her as she helpfully frames her sex by curling her two tails into a heart, her butt square in the middle, as she can't even string three words together anymore: ?fuck?, ?me?, and ?stupid?.
The temptation proves to be more than adequate as a second later he succumbs, sparing only the shortest of seconds to slip his head out of the top loop of the apron and cast it aside before clambering up onto the chair right behind her. For a second he jostles against her, bumping against her rump with his hips as he lines up his manhood before her sex and then the last thing she can remember is cumming noisily around his big fat cock the moment he penetrates her, pressing her face into the fragrant leather of the chair's backrest in an attempt to muffle her shrieks?
She doesn't bolt upright when her senses finally return. Instead, she remains perfectly still, taking stock of the situation she's landed herself into this time. The first thing she notices is that Chiyu's left her right where they'd made love, still sprawled on top of that chair. Therefore, it can't yet be that late in the evening. Indeed, she can see that it is late enough for the sun to have already fully set outside, for no light spills out from underneath the curtains, but the chill of the late evening has not yet reached the inside of the house. Even if it had, she has the warm comfort of a blanket tucked around her?quite the accomplishment given the position her body had been left in, with her hips still elevated onto one wide armrest, leaving her spread legs dangling over the side and her shoulders and neck pillowed into the chair's seat.
When she focuses on her hearing, she can hear water splashing against the sink in the kitchen, an irregular burble through which the humming of a silly little singsong tune carries through from time to time. The thought of water makes her head pound, partly as her brain finishes its acclimation to the oversaturation of Chiyu's smell, but far more from dehyrdration; her body itches all over with dried sweat, and if the puffy, fat feeling down at her nethers is any indication, she lost more than a little fluid out from there as well.
A thrill runs up her spine as she carefully brings a finger between her legs to give those delicate parts a slightly more thorough inspection. Her folds are somewhat swollen, but they're not painful to the touch, merely sensitive in a good way. The valleys where her legs flow into her hips and the delicate plains of her inner thighs itch slightly with the drying remnants of her own nectar, but it seems that she can add another day to her internal counter of ?fertile days without incident?, for the evidence of his own pleasure has been left all over her belly and breasts instead of inside her womb, the splattering of his thick cum across her skin kept from drying out completely by the covering of the blanket.
She gathers up a small blob of it out of her navel, bringing it on her fingertip to her nose for a quick sniff. It does indeed smell just as good as it always does, but her brain and body no longer go into overdrive as they had when she'd first returned home. This too is part of their usual routine; by literally fucking her unconscious and then leaving his climax on her skin while she dozes, he puts her in a situation where her brain can gradually acclimate to the hypnotizing effect of his essence without her body automatically stuffing it away into her belly first. They'd actually experimented with a variety of shady drugs from the Eientei clinic in the early days of their relationship, either trying to shore up her mental immunities or suppress his naturally mesmerizing aroma, but the sly smiles and knowing glimpses of the staff there had proven grating, and ultimately this method of enthusiastic bedsport handles multiple needs at the same time anyways.
From this point out, she will be consciously responsible for every action she takes, and she has some very dramatic moves to make tonight indeed.
For old time's sake, she sucks the pearl of fluid off her finger and swallows it down anyways. it's not any less delicious, but now her hunger lies elsewhere in her belly, an entirely different mouth altogether now demanding its share. Doing her best to ignore that aching need, an emotional hunger that no drug will ever do away with, she gently scrubs the rest of her body as clean as she can with a corner of her blanket, feeling no guilt in using it as a towel. In the long-term it's already survived far worse abuse in fields of wildflowers and on sun-warmed rooftops, and in the short-term it was destined for the laundry heap the moment it was wrapped around her sweaty, splattered body.
For a moment she simply lays there, taking a quiet moment to herself as she contents herself with resting her body before round two. Mixed feelings bubble up within her as she listens to water splash back and forth. She'd meant to tell him something before today's black-out period, but between her fragmented memories leading up to their rutting and the lack of seed swimming in her womb, it's clear she'd been too distracted to deviate from the usual routine.
The nekomata tightens her fists over her belly, feeling the painful void within it. Today she does away with that ridiculous day counting forever.
First things first, though: staying in this inverted position is giving her a headache. She first wiggles her bottom off of the armrest back down into the seat where it belongs, then pulls herself upright long enough to lean her torso against the backrest. After that, she kicks her shins out from underneath her and off the edge of the seat, putting her in a normal sitting position. Knowing he'll rush to pamper her at a moment's notice, she simply opens her mouth and lets out a long, parched croak of distress. Instantly the splashing in the adjoining room stops, and a mere heartbeat later he's at her side with a cup of cool water. "Here," he says, holding it up to her lips. She glares at him slightly; even though his good eye stares straight back at her and the smile on his face is nothing but benevolent, she's paying more attention to the eye she'd personally given him, watching it roll to stare down at the exposed tops of her breasts where the blanket has begun to slip.
"I can at least hold a cup by myself, you know," she mutters at him, thrusting dangerously close towards that wandering eye with an extended finger as if threatening it to behave. As if chastened, it bounces back into sync with its mate as he wordlessly presents the cup to that outstretched hand, letting her grab hold of it and bring it to her mouth. The drink is cool and refreshing, and after she drains the last drops from the cup she sets it down on the floor. "Did you put the groceries in the fridge?"
"Of course," he says, kneeling down so that their faces are closer to each other. He lays his head on the armrest on top of his folded arms, staring at her in a friendly, innocent sort of way. "Surprisingly, the ice cream survived being left out for as long as it did."
She knows he's making fun of her priorities with that sentence, but she chooses not to try and fight that battle. Instead, she glances back over him. This close to him, she can see goosebumps slowly rising across the surface of his arms; his body instinctively trying to keep itself warm with hair it never had.
"You could put on some pants at least," she grumbles, but she lifts up one edge of the blanket anyways, prompting him to jump up to his feet, walk around the thick armrest, and snuggle into the crook of her arm.
"I went without clothes for years!" he whines to her even as he pillows his cheek against her shoulder, staring up at her with a wounded expression. "If my prancing around bothers you so much, maybe you should have treated me better and taught me a proper sense of modesty, and it's not like anyone else is here."
"You went without clothes because you had no discernable anatomy
, you goofball. That, and you were?" She straightens an arm between them and makes a modest sized ring with her thumb and forefinger. The movement calls her back to her earlier worship of his member, and a chuckle escapes her as she realizes the size he used to be in his entirety isn't even as wide as his erect manhood today. ??only this big around! What kind of clothes could I have even given you?"
"You could have at least made a tiny cape or something," he mumbles. "Lady Ran's had me fetch things from her chambers for her, and you have to know about all those stuffed cats sitting around on the furniture, right? All those exquisitely tailored dresses and jackets and hats, I'm telling you, they made me feel underdressed.
Chen swallows down her next words, deciding that now is not the time to tell him that those clothes were once hers, an everlasting reminder of countless hours of childhood torture as her master spent hours putting her into increasingly elaborate and overdesigned costumes. "Well, I think I can manage a cape, at least. Here, stand?" She wiggles her bottom to slide them both forward off the seat on their feet. Shrugging the blanket off of her shoulders but keeping it on his, she deftly steps around him with one corner in her hand, centering the cloth over his back.
it's too long, though, so when she starts pulling it up off of his body his shoulders assist the process with a rolling shrug. When they've each grabbed an edge opposite to the one the other holds, they match steps with each other such that their movements stretch out the entire rectangle of fabric between them. Without need for any further words, they simultaneously flick one arm over the other, putting a fold here, a fold there; they step towards each other so he can pass off his edge to her, only to run his hands back between the layers of cloth to form a new fold that doubles the cloth over itself.
With her holding onto all the loose edges, now, he lets go and turns his back on her, planting his hands on his hips while his half-length tail stands up as high as it can to hide its profile along his back. His attempts at creating an aura of dignity around himself, though, cease to impress her. Temptation strikes, and she takes a moment shift her grip on the folded blanket, freeing one hand long enough for her to slap him across his ass. His reaction is to squeak and jump so high he has to duck his head to avoid leaving a hole in the ceiling, falling back to the floor in a heap. She laughs uproariously at his displeased expression, the daggers he's glaring at her only serving to amuse her further.
"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist," she says without any trace of remose, wiping the tears from her eyes as she walks back behind him. "Here you go, one cape to make up for your deprived youth." He sulks a bit, refusing to vocally acknowledge her as she drapes the blanket-turned-garment over his shoulders, but when she stretches its corners in front of the hollow his throat, he cooperatively raises his chin to give her the space she needs to tie a knot there. She takes advantage of his lifted head to plant a kiss into his hair, leaning onto his slender back and wrapping her arms around her neck. "All hail Chiyu, King of Cats," she whispers into his ear.
"My rule is a tenuous one, for I govern a nation in a constant state of rebellion," he says in a complete deadpan. it's true; every day at sunrise and sunset the cats mob their house in search of the daily bread and circuses Chiyu provides. Sharing a laugh at that before they both stand up, Chiyu frees himself from her grasp with a shrug so he can climb the chair to use it as a pedestal, carefully balancing his feet on the wide backrest to tower above her. "Behold your lord and master!" he cries, sweeping the blanket out behind him in a melodramatic display.
"I don't think any of them can hear you," she says lightly, carefully sitting herself back down onto the armrest beneath him. it's when she stretches her arms high above her head, arching her back while opening her jaw in a very cat-like yawn, that she catches him glancing down from his perch at her chest again, this time with both eyes. Come to think of it, she is a bit cold now, her nipples beginning to stiffen as the cool air of the room chilled her body? just like how his member was beginning to swell as well, and unlike her, he can't blame the cold for that.
"Well," he says slowly, not trying to hide the resurgence of his arousal at all. "Aren't you a cat yourself?"
She laughs at that, but now her nipples are hard for another reason altogether. "Then come and take me, my lord," she coos as she leans back and sinks her back into the seat of the chair, her legs kicking into the air as she places the back of her wrist on her brow as if swooning. "I am all yours to have, if you would take my hand?"
"I already have," he interrupts her with a chuckle, waggling his ringed finger at her, and once again they laugh together as he slides down to join her. She makes room for him by propping herself up on her arms and sliding back to lean against the opposite armrest, giving him a spot to set his knees between her legs. His arms plant themselves to either side of her head as he aligns his body over hers, using the weight of his hips to gently push his growing erection against the soft, yielding flesh of her belly. "You're getting curvy, dear."
"A-and whose fault is that!" she stammers back, sliding her hands behind his neck and lacing her fingers there to pull him down just a little closer to her. The blanket-cape gets in the way, there, so she flips open the knot and carefully flips the folded edges open until it simply covers them both, forming a cozy nest for them both. "If I didn't
give away half of what you tried to feed me?or more?I'd be a completely round ball of fat by the end of the month!"
"You've been giving it away?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. The gentle grinding motions of his slowly-growing erection come to halt as something dawns on him. "Well, I'm okay with that? usually? for most of it, that's fine? but, uh, you did
keep the ?clairs all to yourself, right?"
Now she raises an eyebrow back at him, confused at his question. "Of course I did," she says, unable to believe the stupidity of that particular question. With his movements coming to a halt, she frees one of her hands to slide it between them, continuing to coax his half-masted penis back to full strength. "You don't make them very often, and I always wonder why, "cause they're the best thing you ever make."
"That's a relief," he sighs, the exhalation peeling her bangs back from her brow. "The cream filling I've been putting into them is mostly made of?"
Her eyes fly wide open, and for a moment their imminent lovemaking is the last thing on her mind. "You?you didn't
"-some awfully hard-to-get ingredients," he finishes lamely, winking as her expression of shock turns to one of annoyance. "Butter is expensive, you know."
"You?cad!" she giggles, squeezing his dick so hard he grunts a bit in discomfort. "You actually had me going there."
"Hey, now, that
ingredient in your hand isn't at all hard to get," he laughs. "Grade A sausage, I promise it doesn't taste at all like cotton.."
"I hope that?that meat popsicle
of yours is hard to get!" she exclaims. ?I
should be the only one with access to a steady supply of it, or has that been how you've been earning your extra pocket money?"
He pauses only to stick tongue out at her. "It isn't at all hard to get? only for you, though," he adds.
"Anyways, I can't deny that I'm craving a few of your specialties
," she says salaciously, waggling her eyebrows up at him as she slides the silk of her stockings back and forth across the bare outsides of his legs, embracing his hips with her thighs to pull him closer to her entrance. They know each other well enough to not need a guiding hand as he finds her entrance with practiced ease, sweeping his tip across her folds with a simple rocking of his hips until he finds purchase in the softer, yielding inner petals of her sex. "Now, dear. Fill me like one of your French desserts."
He would have laughed but for the greedy squeeze of her entrance around his sensitive head, his voice instead escaping in a squeak of pleasure. The depressions in the leather to either side of her head slowly fill themselves in as he shifts his weight away from his hands onto his hips, gradually burying his penis deeper into her channel until his arms finally buckle and his torso pillows on top of hers; literally pillows, for her breasts flatten only slightly underneath his featherweight body.
She moans as he grinds his hips in circles against the hood of her clitoris, forcing her to bite into his shoulder to keep from flipping him over and riding him like a mechanical bull. He flinches slightly at the touch of her teeth as his penis swells up even larger within her in response, his tip straining even closer to her inner gate as the shaft gently massages the length of her channel. One of his hands pushes up against her chin, coaxing her to relinquish her jaws? grip; when she gives it up and turns her eyes towards his, he tilts his neck to put her head under his. Their kiss starts out tender, even chaste, little more than his lips pressed to the corner of her mouth. Then she automatically turns her head those few degrees to sweep her lips across his, and that caress has them both open their mouths to tentatively touch their tongues like two courting birds, flitting around each other in circles and only making the barest contact.
Soon the sounds of their necking echo his name through the room again and again. She captures his lower ridge between both of her own, playing her tongue across its surface until he responds by angling his head further to one side. That in turn prompts her to open her mouth, welcoming the invasion of his own tongue like the old friend it is. Their pace accelerates as their passions intensify; his legs shift by her calves, enjoying the luxurious feel of the cloth covering them before he finds the inside surface of the armrest with the soles of his feet. He uses that support to begin plowing her in earnest, driving the wind out of her with the urgency of his thrusts; she responds by lifting her legs high up and out of his way, spreading them wide apart only to bring them back together to bracket his hips, her calves locking together in the small of his back. Reaching down to carefully press on the pad of her mons in her lap, she tightens the grip of her legs every time he thrusts, subtly coaching him to adjust his angle of attack to continue pounding his pubic bone against her tingling clit. A few seconds later, she finds that perfect spot where she can actually feel his shaft forcing apart her inner ridges through the expansion of her body underneath her fingers and
peel back her hood, directly exposing her clit to the impacting of his body against hers and sending lines of fire shooting through body until every square inch of her skin is aflame with passion.
Now he angles his upper body off of her once again, his abs forming hard ridges across his stomach as he shifts his hands onto to her breasts, steadying them as they bounce underneath each impact of his hips. Despite his position above them he refrains from crushing them underneath his weight, keeping his touch light and teasing. As his fingers gently stroke along their tops and sides, he extends his thumbs to gently brush against the tips of her nipples. Until now she'd managed to withstand the assault on the crest of her womanhood, but those small caresses send her careening over the edge. A burst of pleasure rocks through her body, sending her channel fluttering wildly around his member. Another comes seconds later, and then a third, and soon it seems all she can do is hump frantically back against him as she creams all over the length of his cock again and again.
"Chiiiiiyuuuu!" she screams hoarsely, her mouth now simply hanging open dully as the fog in her eyes thickens with every spasm of her pussy, every spurt of girlcum she squirts all over the chair. "Do it! Cum! Cum inside of me!"
"Chen, we've already been over this," he says a bit testily; understandable, for his looming climax must be weighing on his mind like the proverbial ton of bricks. "That's not gonna help, if this keeps up I really am going to cum?"
But today she means to have him to just that. "That's not what I mean, I mean yes, that's it!" she gasps. "it's okay, inside, I want it inside, it's okay to keep going, please, more!"
in her body, causing him to start grunting with unexpected pleasure as his glans unexpectedly begins ramming against the entrance of her womb, her body now expressing her desire to breed with other, more direct means. "I-it's the middle of your fertile period, you know, I can't?"
"No! You can! Exactly! That's why!" Her heart leaps when she watches him stares down at her in disbelief, and she starts gushing out all the complex, pent-up emotions she's been keeping bottled up inside of her for months on end, her words flowing out from her lips even as her nectar continues to flow out from between them. "Do it, I'm ready, I've waited so long, I talked with Lady Ran, and Lady Yukari, and it's okay now, they can cut down on my workdays, and Lady Ran can pick up the slack when I'm carrying, and I know I'll be busy but I'll promise I'll spend every minute I'm not working with you and them and I know you'll be the perfect dad for them but I understand if you're not ready just yet but I'm just saying I would really really like to?"
Her husband silences her by cracking his forehead against hers; he'd meant to try and shut her up with a kiss, but she been as overeager to meet him. Stars burst behind her eyelids as they both wince in pain?and then they both cry out in harmony, their bodies straining together as her vision whites out with blinding pleasure of her strongest orgasm of the night. Shot after shot of his seed splashes into her womb as her channel wraps fast around his cum-pumping cock, milking every drop of his long-awaited semen she can into her expectant core. At some point his fingers weave in between hers, and they hold on to each other for dear life, riding out the storm together to its tranquil, quiet aftermath. Only after seeming eternity is it all over, the two of them now nothing more than merely two kindred spirits huddling in an embrace under an old, stained blanket.
"I think you bruised me," he groans when she strokes his flanks in an attempt to wick away the coat of sweat beaded across his skin.
"Tell that to my twisted wrists," she snarks right back, drumming her fingers against his ribs to check that each of her fingers still bends back and forth properly.
"Do you think we made a daughter or a son?"
She only grins back at him. "Does it matter? I want plenty of each."
?" don't tell me you mean to start on the rest of them tonight."
"How did you guess?~?
"Ten minutes and we take this into our bed before resuming."
She pouts at his conditions, but she accepts those terms. They spend most of that period in quiet, contented silence; his eyes closed as he tries to recover the stamina she'll demand of him for the rest of the night, while her eyes remain open and watch the second hand of the clock make several turns around the numbers. It occurs to her, then, that she's neglected to mention one very important thing to him throughout the entire day, and she clears her throat even as the blush in her cheeks intensifies just a little bit more. No matter how many times she says it, it never ceases to thrill her.
"I love you, dear," she coos, shifting her body just a little more into contact with his.
"Heh." Unlike her, he treats their love as cosmic fact, a basic law of the universe that was the sole reason for his existence? and given the magic of the world they resided in, that actually might be the truth. "Not as much as I love you, Chen."
"Ohoho? We'll see about that!"
"Wait?you said?ten minutes, ten minutes, dear, I?ah, ahh, ahn!~?
A decade later, a formal sealing request was brought against one Ran Yakumo for disorderly conduct in public. It was settled off public record on the condition that she donate all clothing in her possession sized for children less than one meter in height to the Kamishirasawa Schoolhouse for use in class theater productions.