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From between my legs radiated the most intense pleasure imaginable. Arching my back, I let out a soft breathless moan as my familiar Jasper, in his catboy form, teasingly caressed his rough tongue over my sensitive nub and his petal soft ears flicked against my upraised thighs.

I pried open my eyes, and gazed into Jasper’s vibrant green orbs with my pale pink ones. My gaze dipped down to where his nose, which, like the rest of his skin, was a shade far closer to true black than would normally be found on a human, was buried in my white pubes.

I have wanted this ever since the first time I saw him transform from my cat familiar into a catboy. Shorter than me, which is not hard as I’m very tall, while being lithe, pretty and oh so regal. He was everything I desired.

Especially after the first time he turned that rakish grin upon me. I’d practically melted on the spot and wanted nothing more than to be underneath him.

For the past few months I’d been getting close to my wish. Smiling against my nethers, he purred and kneaded at my hips, sending me into yet another white out, screaming orbit.

Panting and coming down slowly, I watched him kneel between my legs with a pearly bead forming at the tip of his very red cock. Slowly, tenderly, he ran his hands up my legs as he softly begged, “Rowena, this time, may I?”

Hearing the begging tone, my arousal quickly started to wane. I tried to play it coy and hoped to lead him into taking charge. “Must you ask?”

Earnestly he nodded and rubbed my hips as he gave me the pleading kitten eyes. Jasper gently reminded me, “You’re my witch.” Which was to say, I would always be in charge.

As much as I wanted him, I didn’t want him like this. With a sigh, and a shake of my head, I let out a regretful, “No.”

His brows furrowed in obvious frustration. Turning away he turned into his little sleek black cat form and leapt away.

The first couple of times his reaction had merely been one of sad confusion. His frustration had only gotten worse these past weeks and was obviously still mounting. Heck, mine was too.

Rubbing my face, I let him go off to sulk, before pulling myself up to get ready to face the day.

It was high time that one of us admit that this just wasn’t working.

After getting ready, it didn’t take me long to find him. He was in the first place I looked, the top of his kitty tower. Curled up and very defiantly facing the wall.

I reached out a hand to pet him, only to halt at his angry growl. Anyone else would’ve gotten a paw swiped at them, or his teeth bared in a hiss. Our relationship was much closer but even if it wasn’t, as my familiar he was incapable of harming me.

Still, I let my hand drop and dragged a chair over. We had to have a talk before it was time to go.

“Jasper,” I gently began as I settled into the chair. He flicked an ear back towards me, so I knew he was listening.

I rubbed my forehead, careful not to touch my makeup as I continued, “Dear heart, this isn’t working.”

His ears pinned back and his tail started lashing back and forth, he definitely did not like where this was going but he also made no moves to interrupt.

I sighed in agreement, but I soldiered on, “As my familiar there are certain constraints upon you that keep us from having what we both need. How about I go get a second familiar, perhaps a pretty little calico?”

His ear flicked in disdain at my mention of another familiar.

Gently, I tried to coax him, “Yes I know I don’t need another familiar, but if I still needed the first one then you would’ve never accumulated enough power to start transforming.”

His tail flicked angrily away from me so I tried again, “And besides, with you leading the way she should be able to take her own catgirl form if that’s what you two want.”

His ears pinned back and he gave me a look as if to ask, “What about you?”

Sighing, I placed my hand as near him as I could without upsetting him further and said firmly, “I’ll go find myself a boyfriend as well of course.”

If anything this seemed to make him even more upset, as the fur along his spine stood up and he looked studiously back into the corner.

Drooping slightly, I let out an unhappy whisper, “I just want us both to be happy Jasper.”

My only answer was the unhappy flicking of his tail tip.

Stuffing my own disquiet to the side, I pulled out a falsely cheerful tone to ask him, “How about you come join me for breakfast and then we can go work the shop, and we’ll talk about it later?”

However, he simply curled his tail tightly about himself and pretended to sleep. Thus forcing me to trudge off and make breakfast on my own.

Having quickly gotten used to Jasper’s sarcastically cheerful presence at breakfast, eating alone was quite lonely.

I didn’t want to, but I had to acknowledge that maybe he would be too upset to transform back and feed himself later. So, I pulled out his old bowls and left some food and water in them.

I paused at the door and called back, “I’m going now. If you can’t bring yourself to get your own food, I left you some of the old stuff in the kitchen…”

Hearing no response and seeing no movement, my shoulders drooped again and I called out forlornly “I love you, I’ll miss you, and I’ll see you after work.”

When I got home, Jasper was nowhere to be seen. However, there was a freshly dished up bowl of stew with a small plate of homemade rolls sitting on my place mat. Smiling in relief, I looked to where his untouched kibble still sat on the floor. A warm glow suffused me as I took this as a sign that he’d been feeling up to taking care of himself.

Not wanting his perfectly timed gift to grow cold I sat down to eat before seeking him out.

The meal was delicious, however after eating I could find neither hide nor hair of Jasper, no matter how hard I looked. I could still feel his presence, so I knew he must still be in the house somewhere. Even if it was diffused and masked, he was here.

It was in a morose, worn out mood that I sought my bed.

~~~~~

Sometime in the middle of the night I was awoken by fingers softly carding through my hair. Blinking blearily into the soft candlelight, I nuzzled into the familiar warm thigh. I felt a warmth and comfort at the feel of Jasper’s tail draped over my waist and his fingers braiding my hair right against my scalp.

Getting to my neck, he tied it off into a long pony tail before carefully lifting and turning my head. I was confronted with the musky delectable scent of his crotch. Licking my lips I hardly noticed Jasper brushing my hair.

When he started braiding this side however, he spoke, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking today, and a little bit of shopping.”

I made a soft sound of encouragement, too lost in the feel of his fingers against my scalp to articulate any actual words.

He let out a sadistic little chuckle, and started alternating sharp tugs with soothing caresses. I wiggled closer to him. Even though I thought the tugs were an accident, I rather enjoyed the conflicting sensation, so I did not speak up about it.

My illusion would shortly be shattered. “I’ve been wanting to do certain things that I’m sure I should not be able to do. Like biting you, pulling your hair, pining you down, and tying you up.”

I should have been alarmed by this, I knew it quite well. But, in that moment I was too focused on his oh so slowly growing cock, and the feel of his hands in my hair. And a weird lurking floaty sensation just waiting to pounce that had me wondering if this was a dream.

Shamelessly, he continued, “It can only mean one thing really, that you also want me to do those things.”

I couldn’t help it, and let out a soft mewling moan of agreement. I did, I wanted all that and more, but I could not bring myself to admit as such.

Once he finished, and tied the other side off into yet another long trailing pony tail he grabbed the base of each, and tilted my head so I was looking up into that rakish grin of his.

Melting under his regard I let out a soft little whimper. Slowly, he ran his tongue over his lips before purring out on a menacing little whisper, “Tonight, I’ll see how far I can push it. In the morning, I will break our bond and we will have a nice long talk.”

Finally I found my voice and spoke out in a soft breathless voice, “Okay.” The thought of the bond being broken, of never being able to feel him again was scary.

He was right though, just as I’d been right this morning. We could not have the relationship we craved with it in place. Also, if he was even able to think of breaking it, then it must mean that he had become suffused with enough magic to maintain himself as he was.

I expected him to pull me up into a kiss. Despite previous experience, he did something he’d never done before and used my hair as handles while he roughly guided me to his cock.

I’d long wanted to go down on him, but somehow I’d never been able to find the words to say so.

Quite eagerly and inexpertly I lapped over his reddening skin, enjoying the soft smooth texture and the salty skin taste near the tip. Inexorably he pushed me further, until my tongue was running over barbs.

It was similar to when his tongue ran over my own, yet more so. At the thought of that being inside me I let out a loud wanton moan.

Slowly, he dragged me back up until the tip pressed against my lips. Gripping his thighs I gazed up into his eyes as I swallowed him down.

With a gasp his head fell back and his hands loosened their hold. I felt a surge of pride as his face screwed up in pleasure and his breath grew ragged.

Haltingly, he mumbled, “I’m not going to last long, but that’s okay. I have all night to play with you.”

I felt a twinge of guilt and determination. I had been getting off every time we’d gotten together, but something had always ruined the mood before I could get him off.

With increased vigor I pushed myself closer and swallowed as much of him as I comfortably could. Humming and purring as well as my human throat could I wiggled my tongue exploring the length within my mouth.

“Yes… Swallow all of it,” he purred out as his hands tightened in my hair to hold my head in place.

That was all the warning I got before he filled my mouth with his warm slippery cum. The taste wasn’t bad, it wasn’t one I would seek out as a food but as part of him, I loved it. The texture however, thick and gloopy, made it very difficult to swallow.

I did my best to swallow it all, but some of it slipped out of the corners of my mouth and gathered together at my chin to drip down the exposed part of his shaft onto his hairy balls.

His hands relaxed with a self satisfied wiggle of his tailtip and a slow smug blink of his eyes. Eagerly, I cleaned up what I had spilled upon him.

He nearly bent in half to meet me halfway as he pulled me up to lick my face clean. Breathlessly I twined my fingers into his hair and leaned against him. Once he had finished, he gave me the soul searing kiss that I had expected earlier.

He held me close as our breath tangled together, and our tongues slid past each other’s. Then, he pushed me back to sit on my feet.

With an almost gentle smile he stared into my captivated face as he reached off to the side and brought back a rope that was very nearly the same color of green as his eyes.

He showed it to me briefly before caressing the soft coil against my face as he murmured, “I’m going to tie you up now, let me know if it gets uncomfortable.”

Breathlessly I repeated the only word I’d said all night, “Okay.”

Searching out the midpoint in the rope, Jasper said in an absently firm voice, “Hold your arms out.”

Without a second thought my arms shot out. Blinking in surprise, an amused smile quickly took over his face as he told me, “That’s my sweet witch.”

The combination of the praise and being reduced to my title had me blushing in pleasure and struggling to hold still.

With a kiss to my cheek, he slipped around behind me before looping the rope just under my breasts. I could feel it crossing on my back as he tied a knot in the rope. Then it looped around above my chest with another knot being felt just between my shoulder blades.

Pulling the rope tails back behind me again he whispered seductively into my ear, “Relax your arms.”

Letting my arms fall to my side, I fell into a state of blissful, relaxed arousal. Slowly, testingly, his fingers slid along the inside of the rope. He adjusted a knot slightly before throwing the tails over my shoulders.

I could feel the backs of his claws every time he checked the ropes. My eyes half closed with every purr and nuzzle of his cheek against my shoulder. I felt every loop and strand as he framed my perky chest with them. I calmed further and further as he tied my pliant arms to my side. I didn’t even think to wonder as he pinned one tail under a knee and used the other to bind my own leg to itself before switching and doing the other.

I kneeled there like a docile doll. I was not eager to see what happened next, as that felt like too active of an emotion. It was instead with a coiled sense of anticipation in my belly that I waited.

Nuzzling my ear, Jasper whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I whispered back with a smile. We’d exchanged these sentiments many times but it still brought me joy every time he said it.

Kissing along the column of my neck he softly asked, “Are the ropes comfortable?”

“Yes,” I briefly answered. My eyes closed as his hands crept up my sides.

“Good,” he murmured soothingly, his hands cupping my breasts. “Because I wouldn’t want the ropes,” here he paused to flick the back of his claws painfully against my nipples, “to cause you pain.”

With a gasping moan, I arched my chest as the pleasurable pain shot through me.

He ground his hard dick into the small of my back as he nipped along my shoulder. A hand dropped down to play in the slickness of my slit while the other kneaded roughly over my boob with claws very much in play.

Panting, I leaned against him, his very willing toy.

“Next time,” he conversationally told me as he slid a finger to my clit to tap it, “I’m going place a knot right here, and I’ll have the ropes part right around your hole so it stays in place while I fuck you roughly.”

A soft moan was the only response I could muster.

His teeth sank into my shoulder, not quite drawing blood as he growled possessively. His finger quickly circled the spot he had just been tapping as I lost my mind to the conflicting sensations learning to dance in harmony within my body.

Before I could quite cum however he pulled back, licking soothingly over my shoulder with a purr while his hands gently rubbed my breasts.

Panting and trembling I relaxed and idly wondered what he would do next.

Once my body had calmed down, he switched which hand was up and which was down, and nipped along to my other shoulder to repeat his earlier performance. Once again, just as I was about to cum he pulled his hand away and soothed me back down.

If I hadn’t still been feeling both floaty from the bindings and guilty for denying him so many orgasms, I might’ve been feeling frantic with need.

Chuckling, he nuzzled my ear, causing my head to move with his motions. Then very tenderly he laid me down, with my bound legs still sticking up into the air knee first and my feet planted on the bed.

Lovingly kissing my cheek, he slightly adjusted my legs and asked, “Still comfy?”

“Mmm, yes,” I dazedly replied.

Settling back onto his feet Jasper ran his hands leisurely over my legs with his red cock pointing right at me.

Smirking, he teased his thumbs over either side of my pouting lower lips, until my hips started rocking back and forth, seeking more friction.

Teasingly, almost mockingly even Jasper lowly asked, “Rowena, this time, may I?”

“Jasper, please,” I softly begged.

Leaning over me, with his ears pricked forward and his tail lazily swaying from side to side, he tauntingly asked, “Please what?”

“Please, make love to me,” I desperately tried.

With a sadistic chuckle, he placed his hands on my chest and used my boobs for a handhold as he ground himself into the top of my mound. Nuzzling his nose into my chin, he purred out, “Sweet witch, we’re not making love here. Try again.”

I shivered in pleasure and affection as he kissed over my neck. I knew what he wanted me to say, but I’d never managed to swear out loud before. Still I wanted to please him so I gave it a try, “Jasper, please f... f... f…”

My face contorted with the effort as I tried to get past my upbringing, but sadly today would not be that day. Instead I substituted something else, something that I hoped would turn him on even more.

Softly, breathlessly, I begged, “Jasper, please use me.”

“Fuck!” he growled out as he bit the side of my neck.

I mewled desperately as he gnawed on me and ground himself roughly over the top of my mound.

Abruptly, he moved back, and guided himself into my waiting passage.

It felt nice going in, but all kinds of overwhelming sliding back with those barbs going in easily but hooking on every single fold on the way out.

Biting onto a knot between my tits, he grabbed my wrists and started fucking me like this might be the last time.

I barely heard his possessive growls over the sound of my own screams of pleasure as he drove me rapidly over the edge again and again. Finally, he held himself within me and released his seed as deep as he could get it.

Purring gently, he nuzzled his head between my mounds while my breathing calmed down. Then he pulled himself out, and bent over to clean us both up with his tongue.

Only then did he start untying me, starting where he’d stopped tying and working his way backwards. With every spot that a knot had rested he gave me a tender kiss. With every little bruise he found, he gave me a loving lick, and the whole time his soothing purr did not stop.

Coiling his rope back up, he put it on the end table, and went to blow out the candles that neither one of us needed. Climbing back into bed, he pulled the covers back over us.

Snuggling close I whispered, “I love you Jasper.”

Burrowing against me he whispered back, “I love you too Rowena.”

But deep inside an unease was growing. Tonight had been close to perfect, far too close to perfect. How could two people’s desires align so well? How did he get so good with ropes and knots? I fervently hoped that when I awoke I would not find that it had all been just a dream.

Drifting away from awareness, I could not keep that fear at bay, even as I held onto the delightful leftover soreness.