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CATPTIVE: Feline Shame

A palworld smutfic

Story contains: Feline, Human, Pal, Palworld, Petplay, Role Reversal, Footjob, Footplay, Domination/Submission, Interspecies sex, Kissing, Oral, Fellatio, Rimming, Fingering, Pheromones, Sweat, Palphillia, Light Romance, Cum, Orgasm, Male/Male, Gay, Size Difference,

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"Hmm, Univolt isn't bad...Heh Loupmoon is kind of cute~" I muttered and rubbed my chin while looking over the Pal Merchant's stock. The straining rock and creak of aging wood and sheet metal all around us as the rickety shack of this cliffside village was buffeted by gentle winds. It was hardly a village or a settlement in my opinion, but they had merchants and that's what matters.

I caught a glint of myself in the holo-screen and gave it a smile. I was pretty average for a human male in all respects. Average height, a bit slim, decent muscle definition and a pleasure to look at...Especially compared to some of the disproportionate freaks that washed up here. "Here" being the Palapagos Islands. An archipelago teaming with exotic and mysteriously powerful creatures the locals called “Pals". Finding myself somehow stranded on these monster-filled lands after a shipwreck and now forced to survive it's environments.

Something that I was doing quite well! I already had a base established and a small-but-loyal group of tamed Pals performing some of the menial labor. The “Pals" as they were basically made up the majority of the local fauna. Animals of all kinds with varying levels of power and intelligence that seemed to defy nature.

"Hmngk!" I gave a sudden grunt of surprise. Focus broken as I instinctively tensed and straightened while the merchant cocked their head with concern. "Everything alright?" They asked innocently as I felt another squeeze from below and nodded with a growing blush. I managed to regain some composure keep browsing. Terrified by the prospect of the merchant looking past me and to the waist-high pink bipedal feline companion.

My Cattiva, Whiskers, peered from around his master. Acting sweet while he gave a soft playful purr of curiosity and pressed his paw to his lips. He had mastered the 'cute' act. When in reality he was a complete deviant. The other feline paw was raised upward and out of view as it squeezed a pawful of my rump with it's stubby fingers. A subtle and dominant growl in his tone only I would recognize. While he deftly shifted my metal armor out of the way to dig his claws gently through the underlying fabric. I could feel those delicate pin-pricks pinching into my cheek as my leg shuddered. The bastard was making me squirm for daring to call another Pal "cute".

"Ah! Mnhh~" I grunted softly, trying to prevent a perverse moan while my body language was growing harder to control as time went on. “Fuck~" I mentally panicked, his claws trailing upward by their blunt edges to rub the crease of my rear. Feeling my cock stir with each soft knead and squeeze of the cat's groping paw. Digits trailing deeper along my cheeks and threatening to brush under my tailbone and tease out a moan while the lecherous monster played innocent.

I had to leave. Fearful of what the locals would think if they saw me sporting an erection while looking at pals. Or worse, my reaction to one of my own pal aggressively groping me. Not to mention the risk of Whiskers flaunting his own stiffy if this went any further.

“AH well nothing seems to be-EE…BEWHATINEEDRIGHTNOWBYE!" I blurted out, making excuses before turning tail to leave. The cat mercifully pulling his exploratory paw away before prying eyes could catch anything salacious. I hurried for the travel statue and was soon engulfed in a gentle blue light. The environment fading into a streaming tunnel of warmth that abruptly terminated at my camp.

We appeared at base in a flash (literally). A cliffside ingress by the sea. Surrounded on all but one side by towering rock walls and leaving only one reasonable angle of assault. The pals and organizations here had a habit of attempting raids on settlements. So a solid defendable point ensured my operation could only be attacked from one angle. Better yet, I was able to spend each night looking out and enjoying the methodical rush of waves from the expansive ocean as the sun sank into the distance.

Whiskers barely gave a purr before strutting away towards my Cabin across the camp. This event was simply the latest in a growing line of his possessive and dominant behaviors. Cattiva were normally weak and cowardly. Even logged as such in their Paldeck entry. A species that put on an air of confidence, but it'd crumble at even the slightest threat or challenge. So much so that being toyed with by one was among “The greatest of disgraces" the records say. I could feel my cheeks turn crimson as I thought about it. After recent events, I would agree and disagree.

The other Pals seemed aware something was going on but were content to observe and perform their duties for the time being. I prayed they did not know the extent of it. How far their master had let things fall. And how much I had begun enjoying it…

I shook my head, distracting myself from the lingering thoughts and sensation of Whisker's public display. Deciding to address things at camp. Clearing my head by tending to the workers and making sure the food and ammunition was in good supply. My Inciniram was testing a musket as the infernal caprine took shots at a range of dummies. He loved anything explosive. I actually had to hide my stash of grenades to prevent him from wasting them all on anyone and anything that approached our base. Not that he didn't get his share of fireworks in the fray. He mugs the countless thugs from the syndicate for their grenades and ammunition anytime we cross them.

The crack of the rifle shook me from my memory. Each shot filling the air with the reverberant echo and a taint of smoke and sulfur as I took a deep breath. Lungfuls of the scents around me calming my nerves while I drank in the serene environment. The sounds and hustle of my tamed pals, the gentle crash of rolling waves upon the shore. A rustle of foliage and the calls of seabirds. Cool night air flowed over the cliffs to mingle with the sea. Every breath rich with the humidity and salts of the nearby ocean, pitched with an earthen undertone of the nearby cliffs.

This was my happy place, where I belonged. Away from the noise and vice of the big city. A peaceful land removed from everything I knew. Where I could make my own mark and plant my roots at my own pace.

Looking to the south I could see the encroaching darkness on the horizon. The days here seemed to just fly by. Soon the stars would blanket the sky with a looming curtain of night untainted by modern light pollution. A sight I've come to love during my relatively brief stay. How long had it been? A month or two at most.

I heaved a sigh with a dismissive shrug before turning to the cabin. I didn't really care if I ever returned to civilization. Things were peaceful here, with their own pleasures and freedoms. I looked over my 2-story abode. Smooth and sturdy wood boarding used to build the foundation for both home and the adjacent stable. The top floor was obviously mine, with the stable on the bottom. One wall left open on a single side to let my flock come and go as they pleased. For some reason they struggled with doors…

I watched them retreat to the fluffy little beds I had lovingly crafted for each of my pals. All but one.

My cheeks burned as I walked the steps into my home, titillating warmth crawling up my spine. Heart beginning to drum in my chest knowing who and what awaited me. It wasn't fear or shame that filled my core, but a tentative excitement~

I pushed open the door, and there was Whiskers. The Cattiva casually lounging on his master's bed, dragging his rough tongue along a tiny pink erection. Leg lifted over his head as the feline angled the light spurts of his translucent pre to dollop and drip over the pillow. His head rising from his task when I entered. A light flick of the pal's tail while he purred and grinned displaying his assets and watching my expression as I admired the horny male on display. A leash was in his paws while he waited patiently for me to react.

“Getting started without me?" I asked with a soft smile and stripped out of my armor. I could feel an otherworldly weight lifting from my shoulders as I shucked off the heavy metal. Removing the pauldrons and chestplate before exposing the soft pink of a cattiva-themed leather collar beneath the protective gear. I wasted little time getting rid of my equipment, tossing it carelessly onto the nearby table with a clang and clamour as I could feel the stirring and warmth inside me already. Once in my simple cloth, I stepped forward to present myself to the camp's real master.

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One has to wonder how I got here. Eagerly submitting myself to a horny and domineering cat half my size.

He had been no different from others of his kind at the start. He would flaunt a bit and work hard, but barely socialized and even seemed a bit meek when one of the others tried to engage him. But my feline companion had spirit, he was quick to action and hard to keep down once in the fray. He didn't have any fear of action or battle once it was in full swing. It seemed more that his fears and cowardice came from being the one to engage or start something at-all. Needing some kind of push or momentum before he could take charge from there.

Whiskers has kind of become my rising star in the team. In battle or on the field, he pulls his weight. Not the fastest or the strongest pal out there, but completely reliable. In hindsight, even the capture of the petite kitty was rather suspect. He must have seen or sensed something. Even when he was wild, I would catch him spying on my base. Or more accurately, me. Staying far enough away that my Pals would ignore him, but remaining mostly in line-of-sight as I felt those eyes tracking me everywhere I went.

I more or less just saw him as a nuisance. A single Cattiva was hardly a threat to anyone. And, wearing tattered loincloth at the time, it might've been a bit too bold of me to mockingly flash and moon him as I did work. Always keeping it plausibly deniable that things kind of slipped out for the voyeur kitty to ogle. Initially I was just hoping to stop his constant spying on us by flustering or embarrassing him. Had I been paying enough attention; I probably would have noticed my actions giving him a persistent erection.

Eventually he built up the nerve to engage me outside of camp. His cute furry cheeks masking a small blush as he kicked a discarded palsphere towards me and crossed his arms. Looking away and trying to keep up his 'cool' act while I gave a bit more of a laugh than I should have at the show. He flinched and seemed to falter, but I couldn't deny that him wanting to join us was kind of charming. I caught him and hardly thought anything else of it.

Luckily for him I was starting a long trip that day. We ended up spending a lot of time together before I'd have the chance to change out my party. He worked hard to pull his weight. And along the road we got to know each other. Unlike a lot of pals, Whiskers didn't need much direction. If he was left to his own devices, he was quick to make strategic decisions or help me out with smaller things when it was just the two of us. It made it way easier to handle the hurdles ahead of us or transport goods. By the time we had made our way back to base he had pretty much become my partner!

In camp he was never excited about work unless it was something he and I were doing together. I mistook him for simply being affectionate, and it was kind of endearingly infectious how he would meow and pose, or grin and purr to me with a little 'thumbs up' on occasion. I ended up giving him way too much freedom compared to the others. I'd share my cooking with him or sit beside my pal as we ate from the same plate. When I went to bed he would follow me, giving me a pleading look until I wrapped him in my arms, and we dozed off together.

His soft fur and added warmth made it easy to drift into comforting dreams. I started to notice things but thought nothing of it. My clothing would vanish on occasion and pop back up with odd stains on it. When I woke in the mornings, or privately bathed I would catch glimpses of him watching me from doorways or corners as he pumped his slick pink shaft. But the second I looked again he was gone. Merely attributing it to my mind playing tricks. He began to get erections in bed, but always feigned sleep. It was pretty obvious he was aware. I didn't want to embarrass him over it. I figured we all had a bit of blue balls out here. So I just sort of ignored it. Night after night ignoring his warm stiffy rubbing into my thighs…

Things really began to change once I had a pal condenser. A device that, for lack of a better word, 'juiced' a handful of pals into a concentration that would greatly enhance a member of their same species. Of course I chose Whiskers as the first to benefit. And each time I upgraded him, he grew increasingly brazen in his actions. The newfound power and virility gave him a confidence he hadn't had before.

After just the first upgrade he became a bit possessive. Insisting to be the one out and about with me. Refusing to even stay in his sphere when I was riding a mount. Instead he'd hug me from behind, digging his paws into my sides and grinding his crotch against me until he was sneaking his erection under my clothes to rub his dripping pre into my skin. I really should have done something then. Especially with how frequently we traveled…But I kept telling myself it was coincidence, that it was unfair to scold him for his body's natural reaction to those kind of motions. Even worse, somewhere deep inside me…I kind of liked it~ His little gasps and pants of pleasure made me feel oddly proud. The soft barbs on his length made my skin tingle. The warmth, moisture, and firmness of his cock and fluids clinging to me and my clothing was strangely comforting. Like an utterly perverse massage. I was wearing his pre. And if anything I just continued encouraging it.

Of course it grew worse the more I empowered him. Both with my inaction or tacit approval of him rubbing his dick against me frequently. And with the concentrations from the condenser as I captured more cattiva.

By the third upgrade he was rather openly tugging down the back of my pants as we rode. The first few times almost shredding the fabric before he mastered loosening my belt to shimmy it down and expose my rump while I shivered and bit my lip. Never once did I stop or scold him. At best I gave a grunt in protest and tried to focus on hiding my own gradually-responding erection. I could feel him sliding his paws under my shirt to rub into my skin, holding me close while he touched and rubbed what he pleased. Hot breath on my back and his eager kitty cock poking against my backside and scrubbing against my tailbone until he would wiggle close. Letting the motion of the beast under us guide his moist length between my cheeks as I bit my lip and let him coat me in his sticky feline pre. It's shameful how many times he came close to penetrating me on top of another pal, and how many times I had to fight the perverse urge to let it happen.

Do you ever get an impulse when you know something is wrong, but you want to indulge in it all the same? When you should be repulsed or offended, yet instead the thought of it pulls at something inside of you that makes it difficult to resist or deny? A guilty pleasure, I guess. I noticed how the stains on my clothes that would temporarily go missing grew larger each time I upgraded him. The obvious smell of his semen clinging to it. Something I was growing familiar with as nearly every extended ride resulted in him squirting his load on me. But I'd just wash the fabric and not bother to confront him. Regardless of how obvious it was he was treating I and my clothing like kitty spunk rags. I'd wash it and only vaguely notice my increasing arousal to his scent. It was wild, raw. Steeped in masculine pheromones that stirred my body and curiosity. Every time he exposed me to more of his lecherous behavior, I grew more receptive. My erections were increasingly prominent just anticipating what he was going to do to me…

It had only been a week or two since he began receiving upgrades. Now each night when we cuddled, he openly rested his throbbing cock against me. He wanted me to stare at it, tempted me to touch it. I was so conflicted, I would shiver or shudder and hug him close, but never touch it directly…I never stopped him from rubbing it against me either. I never stopped his paws when they would “accidentally" rub over my erogenous zones or simply wander anywhere on me he pleased. Watching and feeling him learn about my body from his passive caresses and gropes. I still remember how he perked up when I couldn't stifle my moan quick enough…How his rigid little shaft pulsed and spit strings of pre onto me.

He was always watching from somewhere. And he saw as I gave into temptation after his 4th upgrade. When I went to wash a thick wet kitty cumstain off my clothing. When I brought it to my nose instead and sniffed curiously to let the smell of his rich masculine seed fill my nostrils. I was such a freak for loving it, I know. I sniffed again, deeper. Letting the aroma of his inhuman semen stain my sinuses as I held tightly to the cloth and felt my nerves dance along my skin. I knew he'd be watching, and I didn't care. I was almost excited for his reaction to it. But the entire day went as usual, no peculiar interaction from him at-all! Until nightfall.

I awoke with my arms bound. Whiskers standing over me with a half-lidded lustful gaze and toothy grin on his cute muzzle. His raging stiffy dripping pre onto my cheek as he growled and pressed me into the bedding with his foot. Pinning me under him as he watched my reaction for any resistance or fury. Silently ordering me to lay back and submit. He felt so large in that moment, I was left stunned, confused. Staring up at this large and in-charge feline as he flaunted his erection. Making me admire him as I let my eyes wander over that exotic body and throbbing cock a bit too long. I didn't even try the ropes. Knowing him now, they were probably loose, daring me to escape them and run away from what I wanted. Instead, seeing no signs of resistance, he stepped forward and turned to straddle my head. His tail hiked to present his pristine little tailhole as he gave me a close and personal look at his furry taint. He brought it down, kneeling to use my face as a seat. I gasped, my lips soon introduced to the supple skin of his tailhole and my nose to his musky rear.

“MNGH! N-nnh~" I uttered with a grunt under him. My shortlived disdain not-so-subtly giving way to more curiosity and enjoyment than I care to admit. His thighs hugging my head and firm furry cheeks rubbing into mine was shockingly pleasant. The supple fluff and warmth of his rear radiating against me was pretty comfortable to be honest, the weight almost making it feel like a blanket besides the fact his asshole was kissing my lips. I couldn't escape his scent now, masculine feline pheromones filling my senses with my nose buried under his tailbone. The aroma was different from the smell of his heady kitty spunk. Far more earthen, heavy. Weighing in my senses and making it unusually hard to think as he ground against me, rubbing my lips into his anal ring until I began to kiss and lick. The flavor was much the same, earthen and heavy, but hard to resist. It clung to my lips and tongue while I began to drag my tastebuds along the rim. Making me crave more of this utterly obscene treat. Kissing and sucking on the soft muscle of his anal ring as I huffed and gasped feeling him purr or mewl with approval. I couldn't escape his smothering, not sure I even would if given the chance. I was high on the thrill and visceral pleasure. Inhaling his earthy feline taint and making out with his lovely pink doughnut as I bathed it in licks, sucks, and gentle probing thrusts of my tongue to taste his inner walls. All his growls and grunts of approval making me blush, arguable who enjoyed it more. The first night I tasted cat ass and learned how to eat him out like a good boy. He finished by soaking my chest in his load, my reward for a great job as he left me dazed and breathless to process what I did.

The horny cat lifting himself from my face as he shifted to his usual snuggling position beside me. I barely had a chance to suck a lungful of untainted air before he pulled me into our first kiss. Deep and passionate, his tongue wrestling with mine to secure and share his flavor as my mind spun and heart skipped a beat.

I should have had trouble sleeping that night. Covered in cattiva cum after eating out my pet. With the culprit snuggled up to me and purring as he snoozed. But in truth, I think that was the best sleep I had that week.

Of course he wasn't done. The night after he decided to forego the ropes, just giving a few dominant growls flaunting his claws and as he dragged them under my chin. The display was almost hypnotic. It shouldn't have been as arousing or exciting as it was. But it was just like the night before, triggering something buried in my psyche. In that moment, he seemed so utterly masculine, so studly and in control. A predator that had already caught his prey. His pride looming over me and dripping his salty arousal onto my lips once more. Again he kneeled, this time at my shoulders. Grinding his hot needy dick into my cheeks and nose as he tensed with each spurt and streak of pre. A light twitch in his expression before he watched himself coat me with another few strands of his feral excitement.

I would have protested (No I wouldn't~). But I was muffled by the plump kitty scrotum that had been unceremoniously shoved into my mouth. Making me stir his orbs on my tongue and taste the lingering moisture caught within the fur. Each firm nut feeling so weighty past my lips, his enhanced jewels unnaturally dense and productive. Almost vibrating on my palette as they churned with his rich inhuman seed. More of the flavors I was growing shamefully accustomed too, even starting to crave. They were so new, so carnal. Delivered to be so aggressively as I continued to give in and obey my horny feral partner. A mix of his earthy taint on each fat nut, mixed with the sharp and vigorous taste of his sweat and drooling seed. His paws gripped the sides of my head while he dipped his sack in and out of my lips. Making me suck his orbs and leave them moistened with my spit as he purred and huffed. He was drinking my expressions, my meek grunts and pants as he loomed over me and savoured his superiority.

Finally he pulled from my lips and adjusted. Letting me gasp before he mockingly slapped my cheek with his package and tapped his messy prick on my nose. A husky purr as he grinned and locked eyes with me. “Bitch~" I could feel his statement through his body language. The utter delight it brought him to do it and watch as I shuddered in the most intense wash of total shame and guttural pleasure I had ever experienced. Feeling so hot and cold at once, disgusted with myself yet excited for more…He pressed his feline sheathe to my lips, letting his needy prick throb against me while he rubbed his stubby finger into the loose leathery sleeve. Coaxing out a weak trickle of fluids that had been stewing inside the plump folds as I tasted it and nearly retched. It was his maleness, his inhuman arousal and sex condensed to an oppressive degree. The flavor and scent overbearing and utterly raw as I quaked sampling what had been stewing around his feline cock. Not filthy or repulsive, just so utterly dense it overwhelmed my senses. It finally compelled me to resist or say something, his dank sheathe juices working like smelling salts to shake me back to reality.

But all it did was give him the opening he was looking for. I opened my mouth, and my tongue was met with a spiny pal dick. He pressed himself into me, pounding his hips as the pressure pressed my lips and jaw to close enough for a decent sleeve. My saliva suddenly slathering and lubricating his salty tool as my tongue writhed from each fresh stab and thrust of his hips. Unable to see anything besides his furry pink chest as I closed my eyes and muffled a groan. Feeling that familiar daze and heavy blush numbing my thoughts and sense of pride as he coated my tastebuds with warm spouts of pre. His fat nuts ground into my chin constantly, letting me feel the heat and rumble of his productive and ready orbs. I audibly slurped my partner's tool, never raising a hand to stop him as I tasted every inch. The raw scrape and friction of his barbs making my sensitive palette tingle and salivate anywhere they dragged in his increasingly frantic and aggressive thrusts. No skill involved in his pistoning hips, only seeking his own pleasure and release while he ground his muff into my nose. Again smothered in his maleness and exotic inhuman sex. My mind spinning as I gave in and enjoyed. His sheathe kissing my lips over and over to smear his juices like lipbalm. I savoured his laboured breathes and gasps, his growls and mewling grunts until he came.

Shoving his groin against my face as his hips shuddered, his paws holding me tight before his pink plumps pulled tight. Hot wet creamy ejaculate pouring into my mouth as he gave a few lazy grunts and held stock still. Locked in his position as he emptied his load into my throat. He produces so much now it's absurd. The upgrades making him produce way above his level. Bathing my tongue with each new voluminous stream of his rich and salty essence I was made to stir and swallow. Forced to taste each intimate wash of thick kitty sperm that flooded my mouth. Oozing down my esophagus while I nearly drowned in the degenerate bliss of every mouthwatering moment. What a disgusting pervert I must be <3 Eagerly swallowing the unnaturally dense and excessive load of my pet as I give him total control. Guzzling his inhuman seed and polishing his trembling cock with my tongue knowing I'm going to start loving this flavor and sensation.

I was hooked on making him feel good, letting him do it by debasing and dominating me. His soft mewls, grunts, moans, and pants something I kept an ear for even as I stirred the seed on my tongue and swallowed. Riding out his orgasm as we both shared a mix of moans. I was dizzy, high on my taboo. He gripped my hair and ground his sheathe against my lips, telling me I wasn't done. I didn't even hesitate. Diving my tongue into that rugged pouch of skin to stir and lap. The overbearing flavors making my tastebuds almost sting, but now each sample of it was enticing. Knowing I was pleasing him, exposing myself to something I'd be doing often from now on. I'd grow to absolutely love it in time.

Then he pulled out again. Another kiss like the night before and he flopped down to snooze with his legs spread and softening prick hanging out to admire. And that's how it's continued. Me flaccidly surrendering more and more to him…Every time I give in and submit it just feels better~ He makes me feel so comfortable when I give him control, he always knows what to do, what I want…What to make me want.

He clasped a Cattiva-Style collar on me not long after. Making it clear who owns who. Something for him to grip and tug whenever he feels frisky. The last week's been as exciting as it has been challenging…

When we're in the field he takes his opportunities. What little is left of my pride often struggles to stop his most blatant and reckless behavior. I've pleaded with him not to do it in front of our pals. But that doesn't mean wild ones haven't been treated to watching my master use me. Almost always a half-dozen eyes locked onto the scenes of Whiskers lounging back or against something while I suck him off…How often my diet is now supplemented with “Pal Fluid" on the road. Or he teases me with his growing mastery and training of my body, leaving me too horny and desperate for his touch to think through my flustered arousal and embarrassment. Toying with me until I cry out his name and cum over whatever rock or grass is under us. Often left feeling his warmth in me from one end or the other. Let alone the lingering heat that always sits in my chest once we've done the deed.

But he's still getting more brazen about it. I know he was willing to finger me in front of that merchant if I hadn't made my excuses. He wants to show off. He's so proud of what we have, what he can do to me. What I desperately want him to do to me.

And so I look to him as he lounges on my bed. Waiting patiently for me as he drinks in my body with his wandering gaze.

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God how I longed for his touch. The entire day had been torture as we gathered resources. An excess of hard labor while he flaunted his diminutive yet powerful self. Taking brief moments to growl in my ear or brush his paw along my thighs. I found myself pressed to a boulder before we could mine it. Whiskers dragging his tongue along my neck and giving my collar a playful tug to make me swoon and shudder. How I love that tongue of his and it's gentle scrape against my skin. Leaving a lingering spark and trail of moisture every time. He's such a goddamn tease, so methodical and dominant.

When I reached the bed, he stood on his hind paws. Looking into my eyes with that smug and domineering expression. Clipping the leash to me and giving it a firm tug as I jerked forward. Pulling me down to him as I gasped with a quiver of excitement. He bared his pointy feline teeth and leaned forward. Forcing me into a deep and passionate kiss.

I practically melted in the moment our lips locked together. His whiskers brushing my cheeks as he dove his tongue into my mouth to make me suck on his moist abrasive muscle. Through our shared breathes I could only tremble with bliss and moan, feeling my heart rise in my chest as I eagerly gave in. I adore the rough feline tongue, how it pins my own and scrapes my tastebuds or drags along the roof of my mouth. His saliva mildly sweet like honey as he pins my tongue to rub into his. Making me suckle as he brushes his supple pink fur against my clothing. It was so shameful, so decadent. To think that this short stocky feline, my Cattiva, had dominated me so thoroughly. Made me fall so utterly in love with him~

He knew from the first day we met I had buried instincts and desires. The craving and need to find and submit myself to a master, to a better male. And he had been determined to be exactly that.

Soon he goaded my tongue into his maw, guiding it along each sharp fang as he rumbled with pleasure. Another tug on the leash to make me gasp and shiver with a heated blush as he pulled my gaze into his. Those sharp and affirming eyes telling me I belonged to him.

Heated breathes between us as he made me explore. Wrestling with his tongue and allowing him to guide me as we savored the moment. He knew just what made me tick, brought out things within me I hadn't known about or wanted to acknowledge…Helped me to accept and embrace all this carnal bliss and revel in the shame of being his obedient and needy pet.

Minutes passed with gentle sucks and breathy gasps. Made to suckle on his probing muscle or brush his with mine before letting it pin me and rub against my palette in a show of submission. Whiskers broke the kiss. Strings of saliva hanging in the air, simply to gently break away before he dug his claws into the fabric of my chest. He locked eyes with me. Daring me to challenge the petite pink feline as he began to carefully undo each button of my undercoat. He always loved to “unwrap" his pet, freeing his human from that burdensome cloth as he explored his fucktoy's exquisite body. My shirt split open as buttons popped to reveal my midriff. A light and approving purr came from the horny cat. Resting his paw on the growing definition of my musculature and trailing along the edges to make me blush and wriggle.

The lifestyle out here had been kind to my physique, something Whiskers seemed to deeply appreciate. Admiring the warm smooth skin and firm muscle while his paw wandered upward to grip and squeeze my nipple between his stubby fingers. I sucked in a breath of air as he pressed his furry figure against me. Flashing me that coy and charming grin so typical of his species as I bit my lip and tried to stifle a moan while it stiffened between his digits. I knew he wanted me to be loud, I wasn't permitted to hide my pleasure in the bedroom. And in return he pinched and tugged harder, grinding his pads into my sensitive flesh and the blunt backs of his claws into my areola until I gave a gasp and sultry moan to please his ears.

“Mnnh, Master~ Ah!" I muttered through the teasing stimulation, feeling him work and excite my body with his masterful touch. I couldn't help but gasp as he played me like an instrument, stroking my body and pulling firmly on my leash as he loosed soft growls and purrs. His own feral love language calling me his bitch, his servile plaything who's body would say what I was afraid to. When I felt the moisture of his rigid inhuman cock rub my belly, I trembled with excitement. I wasn't permitted to look while he worked his magic, only feel it. How I wanted to admire that gorgeous feline tool again as it drooled against me, what he's done with it to make me worship him.

But I knew my place, he wanted my eyes locked with his so he could see every shiver and whimper he coaxed from my increasingly receptive body. Savouring the feel of his lingering warmth he so boldly smeared on me while rising my own internal heat to a fever pitch. My cheeks crimson with a rosy blush before he growled and twisted again to make me squeak and straighten my posture. My master wanted to hear his pet sing for him as I groaned and gasped. While he yanked my leash and gave my button a final flick to make it sting and tingle before he stepped back.

It was not the only part of me that was painfully stiff. As Whiskers worked on my upper body, he slid his footpaw against my groin. Feeling the throbbing bulge underneath the cloth, rubbing my straining tent into the pads of his foot until the dampness of my pre soaked through. He grinned, extending a single claw from his toe. I wanted to protest, seeing the mischievous grin on the cat's expression. But I knew better, knew that master would take whatever he wished when he wished. It had been my fault for not asking his approval of my clothing in the first place. He carefully popped the thread of the button holding my trousers tight. A barely audible snap, and my cock sprung from the cloth with strings of moisture. Feeling the warm luxurious fur and roughness of his paw and pad against my tool as Whiskers purred and ground his foot into the head of my erection.

“Nnnngh h-aAAh~!" I cried out, unable to repress the pulsing heat and pleasure running through my maleness as he teased me so. “M-master! YES!" almost hissing as I nearly grimaced, the stimulation so intense! Feeling myself drawing close to my peak already as my glans squirted sticky pre over his wriggling toes. I was so damn sensitive, pent-up from days of his sensual attention and toying with my body. Only permitted to cum when he approved as my throbbing shaft was ground into his heel.

He gave a throaty purr, halting the grind to wedge the girth of my cock between his toes. His claws extended to prevent any errant thrusting. Leaving me on-edge while leaking a steady trickle of my salty pre to drool over his supple pink fur while he waited for it. Waited for me to beg and degrade myself until he was rock hard and dripping over the display.

“Master…" I husked, feeling the heat and tingle in my cheeks and upper spine. Looking over this diminutive cat half my size. This handsome, rugged, virile, and charming specimen of a feline that made my heart flutter and body dance to his pleasured touch. I knew what I had to say, what I wanted to say as world seemed to shrink until it was only the two of us.

“Master Whiskers…I love you. You're so amazing, so potent, so handsome. Please…Please let me cum. Let me be yours. You make me feel…special <3" my words crept out without a filter. I was a pervert that had fallen in love with his Pal. And I had no regrets.

Even he seemed taken aback by my confession. His cocky and lustful expression going wide-eyed as his posture softened. The red of his own gentle blush creeping into his cheeks as he finally broke eye contact for a fleeting moment. Tail flicking as his breath quickened and slowed caught in his own mire of thought and emotion. Finally seeing him nibble his own lower lip before it shifted into a smile that I had never seen from him before. More than simple arousal, bravado, or dominance. It was warm, welcoming.

He gave a throaty purr in response, slipping closer to press his warm furry figure against me. A tug on the leash before he nuzzled my neck. It felt so wonderful, I smiled and couldn't resist offering more of myself to his affection. The mild friction was so titillating, the gentle vibrations reverberating through my core as his purr became constant. He licked along my collarbone, letting me feel the rough tongue glide along my skin as I gasped and sighed.

His paw found my nipples again, kneading them. Hot breath washing over my skin while he bathed me in tender licks. His toes retracted their claws to stroke upwards, guiding my needy shaft until I gasped. Feeling something equally firm and damp. The barbs of his drooling cock scraping against my sensitive length as he began to roll his hips. Frotting his glorious kitty dick with mine as I groaned with bliss.

Each subtle roll of his hips massaged the length of his member against my own. Prodding at the base to slowly grind upward, nuzzling into my shaft and mingling our pre as I quivered with each sensual glide of our tools. Feeling Master soak my cock in the generous squirts of kitty pre until our mixed fluids began to drip down my thighs. I could smell the increasing stain of his musky felid pre. Feel his hot breath and moist tongue gliding along my chest and neck. Sense the reverberations of his constant low-key purr as he toyed with and rubbed my body. And best of all, I could feel his love!

This was his own confession. He wanted me to be more than just a submissive human pet. He wanted a lover.

“Whiskers!" I gasped to his affection. Feeling him tug my leash again and growl-purr against neck as he held me close. Pushing me to the edge as our cocks ached on the verge of release. He wanted to hear it again. “Whiskers! I Love you!" I cried out, feeling a weight in my chest be lifted before he tapped my sack twice with his toes. His silent permission that I could cum. Now that I was honest with myself.

He pressed his fangs to my neck, covered by his lips and under the collar as he ground his hips against me. Huffing hard as he scraped his ferocious cock against mine until I reached my peak. The heat and pressure so great, the tension before I cried out with bliss. I moaned and gasped as he held me firm, massaging my dick with his as he milked my orbs for my seed. Making me pour my cum over his groin until his own punctuated huff and grunt. The feeling of additional warmth as he began to pour his essence onto me, slathering our groins in a sticky mess of jetting seed. Each flex and convulsion of muscle making our orbs pull tight, spraying another wet torrent of mingled sperm to shamefully coat our groins and bellies.

“Ah~! Mnngh. Masterrr" I stammered as I shuddered and gasped, letting him milk out my reactions and heat. Feeling how his expert touch seemed to coax out another jet of my seed as he toyed with my body and ground his fangs into my skin. A firm rumbling growl of dominance as his load greatly outpaced my own. It wasn't just pleasure and passion. I could feel with each fresh cloying stream of his potent cum, he was marking me as his. He was coating me in his sperm, degrading and soaking me in his virility. Letting it ooze down between us to stain my skin and slather my package as I swooned and groaned with bliss.

“Y-yess. Mngh, mark me, make a mess of me. I belong to you" I quaked as he shuddered and tensed. His claws digging into my side as he held me firm. Clearly saying the right things to excite him as he pressed harder against me, grinding and scrubbing his feline sperm into my skin, making a mess of my belly and lower chest as he added more and more sticky love to the mix. His plump nuts dwarfing my own as they did their work. Grinding his perspiration and sweat into my scrotum before scrubbing in the constantly dripping mess of seed that trailed down my legs.

Our breathes shuddered between us as he growled and grunted with his excessive load. Making me experience every minute and love it as I swam in the euphoria of his touch and pleasure. His orgasm gradually slowing before he pulled back to look at the mess he made of us. His proud little dick still rock hard as he brushed the tender skin of my neck he had been biting and sucking on in his orgasmic fervor. Leaving a hickey under my collar as yet another sign of whom I belonged to. Who my master and lover was.

I couldn't help but smile with him, feeling so free to accept my feelings and desires now as he pulled me into another kiss. Gentle, but affirming. Not letting me go before he guided me to gently lay on the bed and finally discard my loose unbuttoned shirt. Naked before him as I relaxed and he finally broke the kiss. Climbing over me he stood triumphant, eager to be admired before resting his dripping furry scrotum in my face.

The heady odor of his rugged feral musk made my head nearly spin. Mixed with the humid scent of his potent pearly cum as it dripped over me. His eyes fixated on my actions as I took a few slow languorous breathes of that heavenly odor. The scent of my master's rugged maleness making my mouth water before I extended my tongue to gently glide along the matted fur. Sampling the bitter salt of his semen that I had more than grown accustomed to already. I could hear it in his growl, see it in his expression. “Yeah, lick up your favorite treat" we didn't need the same language to understand. His insistent grind of his slimy tool and a teasing chuckle as he watched more than enough while I rolled my tongue over his salty plums. Letting him press his fat nut into my mouth to suckle and wash he tugged my leash and huffed growls of dominant approval.

I was awash in his rugged scent, his implacable flavor that refused to leave my palette as he ground his fur into my nose and tastebuds. Only able to hum to myself and moan, my cheeks heated as I let his presence overtake me. I was master's love pet, meant to serve and obey. Scrubbing the cum and sweat from his hefty pink sack, kissing each orb he gave me the privilege to suck before he withdrew his maleness and dragged his feline lipstick against my lips. His barbed throbbing prick waiting for my response as I extended my tongue to run along the underside. Enjoying the friction, the raw flavor.

His never-ending purr was so soothing. Even as he planted his paws and shoved his pretty kitty cock into my mouth, jabbing his hips against my lips and scraping my tongue as he yanked and pulled at my leash. Forcing my head to bob and suck with him as he ground his muff into my nose, scrubbing the roof of my mouth with his spurting prick as I polished and pleased him. My lips kissed at his sheathe before he held me there expectantly. A hiss, an order. I dove my tongue into that leathery sleeve to scoop up the excess inside. The raw salty seed and sweat that had collected to coat my tongue as he groaned and huffed his approval. I had grown so quick and eager for that treat since our first time. So adept at cleaning his feral package.

Finally he withdrew, sliding his length from my lips. Glistening with saliva, thoroughly cleaned. He loosened my leash, lowering his arm as he stepped back to adjust and kneel. Pressing his cock to mine, frotting softly as he grinned and purred comparing our sizes. He was barely half my size but was incontestably the better male.

“Mngh. T-thank you, Master. Whiskers. For letting me polish your superior cock. Making me f-feel good <3" I uttered through my haze of lust and exhaustion. He gave my length a flick of his thumb. A nod and a grin before he draped himself over me, nuzzling into my neck as I embraced the supple warmth of his fur.

I pulled the blanket over us before he gave my neck a final tender lick, making me yip and smile as I dared to stroke his feline form in tender pets. Both of us giving into the allure of sleep. “I love you too".