[CaM] Chapter 4 - Losing control

The taste was still on his tongue and the scent was all around him. In front of Arthom was still Laila with her legs slightly spread, her knees bent and her head in the pillow, slowly calming down.

Arthom purred and felt pre making his dick wet and sticky, but he did not stop to slowly run his hand up and down his shaft.

The pussy of the girl was still clearly visible and the scent she emitted had even grown stronger, after he ate her out.

While the girl relaxed and tried to come back from her high rush, Arthom started to get more and more aroused by the scent, the taste and his own hand.

He closed the eyes and imagined the mouse of his magazines. She was older than Laila, but she also lay on her stomach, looking over her shoulder with a longing gaze and showing off her pussy to the boy, who took a deep breath of the heat filled air.

He did not remember, when he started dreaming while being awake, kneeling behind the girl in front of his bed with closed eyes and slowly running his fingers up and down his flesh.

The pictures in his head slowly turned to the pictures he had seen at the discovery channel. Of feral animals that had been filmed at the reproduction. There had been lions, that courted the female first and then hopped on her back, pushing their member deep into her pussy.

Arthom moaned, when he watched the male lion climb on top of the female and at the same time, he saw the mouse in his magazine, beckoning him with the same pose than the lioness.

The scent around and the taste on his tongue mixed with the images in his head and Arthom forgot that Laila was right in front of him. He just held his eyes closed and moaned from the fantasy, that he lived through at this moment.

Watching the lions do their thing, he was tempted by the mouse of the magazine and finally climbed over her. His sticky hands placed on hers, he claimed the body of the mouse and took a deep breath of her heat scent.

Then he ran one of his hands, taking it away from the hand under it, along the flank, teasing the teats and making the small body shiver under his touch, and he pushed the belly up, making the mouse of the magazine get her hind up and crouch under him on all fours.

He snuggled up against the small frame, placing his hand back on the hand of the mouse, and then he felt his member brush against the moist folds of his fantasy.

The lions were just doing it again and the male lion was thrusting inside the lioness and Arthom imitated this as well.

A strong muffled groan ripped him out of his fantasies and had him open his eyes. The small fingers under his sticky hands winced and tried to pull free and the body under him trashed in agony.

With the afterimage of the lion, and without recognizing the full extent of the scene, Arthmo lifted his belly and chest from the body under him and bent it to pull his head back to the head and neck of the mouse under him.

That he was a cat helped him a lot, because his body was very flexible and allowed him to do this feat. His fangs softly dug into the fur and skin and held the scruff of the female below him, which froze and stopped the trashing, even though she still winced when he pushed his hips further in and broke through a thin barrier.

The screech of the girl, barely muffled by the cushion her head was pushed into, let the lion and the lioness fade away, and even the image of the mouse of the magazine faded away and left the reality for Arthom.

He found himself on top of Laila, his dick halfway inside her hot and drenched pussy and his hands on hers. His muzzle had the scruff of the girl, holding her in place and making sure she was not resisting.

Even though he realized in horror, that he just forced himself upon the 8 years young mouse, his mind did not react, and his body did not stop.

The scent and taste of the girl and even more, the feeling of her moist tunnel gripping him from all sides, cast a spell on the boy, which made it impossible to stop.

He had been just as much a virgin as the girl just a moment ago and the sensation of something, that he only imagined before, overwhelmed him and reality overcame fantasy.

The girl groaned, when he pulled back and then pushed back in. She still winced, but the pain seemed to not be as strong as at his first advance, when he popped her cherry.

He did not hear the sob in the pillow, the groans and the whimpers of the girl. The only thing that his ears picked off, was the slurping of her pussy, when he pulled out, and the splashing, when he pushed in.

With each of his thrusts, his penis moved further inside the small cavern of the girl, and even though her whole body shivered, his bite held her in position and his hands assisted in locking down the girl.

Arthom could not think straight, He was captures in a dream he had for quite a while already. True, he never really imagined Laila as his partner, but the affection and love towards the girl unfolded and grew with each thrust he did inside the small body.

His pace picked up and the body under him squirmed and the squeaks, whimpers and other noises in the pillow also got louder.

Arthom already had been on the edge before he jumped the mouse, but now his climax approached fast and he pushed in eagerly, trying to sink all of his dick inside this pussy.

The balls of the panther dripped from the heated liquid of the mouse, mixed with a bit of blood from her defloration and the pre, that had covered his dick before he entered.

There was a slight shift in the body of Laila, and a very hard push, that brought out another painful cry from the girl, when he pushed through another barrier and his base clashed against her pussy and his belly hit her tail base.

The balls of the feline smacked against her drenched folds and clit and in this moment, Arthom let go of the neck of the girl, to straightened his body, still holding the girl pinned with his hands, and put his head in the neck to let out a loud roar.

While he roared, his balls contracted and his rod throbbed and then he pushed spurt after spurt of spunk inside the womb of the little girl, painting her insides white.

When his roar died down, he noticed, that the flesh around him twitched and convulsed and milked his throbbing member, which prolonged the orgasm he was feeling.

The head, buried in the pillow below his chest, let out a strongly muffled squeak and a few moans afterwards, while the girl contracted around him and milked him of every single drop he gave her.

The body of the girl relaxed around him, allowing him to push a few millimeters deeper, while his member continued to spit his seed into the heated womb of the girl.

Arthom stopped there and let the feeling of his orgasm, the sperm gushing through his shaft and then spilling into the cavern he pushed into, the heat around his flesh, the scent and taste and the noises of the little thing under him sink in slowly. It all mixed into a feeling of fulfillment and pleasure that Arthom never felt before.

Slowly, his sex driven mind caught up with the surrounding and took in the slight twitching of the body under him, the heavy breath, barely audible because of the muffling cushion, the warm stream of liquids spilling out of the pussy of the girl and running along his balls and leg and the wet fabric under his hands, that soaked in the excess liquid.

His mind only realized now that he just lost his virginity, together with Laila, but more importantly, that he jumped the young mouse girl, forced himself upon her and fucked the girl hard.

He started to feel remorse and his conscious took over. He still did not pull out yet, because the stimulation, the affection and the lust still held back the guilt, but slowly his grin vanished and made place for an expression of horror and concern.

His body slowly pulled back and he felt her very sensitive insides quiver when he pulled his barbs through the hot grip of her tunnel.

The scent of her heat and the sex they had waved around him, when his penis popped free and his head passed her hind section.

Laila dropped to the side, gasping for air and laying on her flank, with her pussy leaking more and more of his spunk and her belly, that he noticed had been a bit bulged from his heavy load, slowly shrinking.

Arthom saw the spunk soak her leg and the sheets under her. Because she had one leg straightened and one cocked, he could see her slightly open pussy, that let out his spunk in the rhythm of her folds twitching.

There was a bit of red mixed into the white liquid and Arthom was sure, that this was blood from her defloration. He learned about the hymen in school and also, that it hurt a bit when a girl lost it.

He felt ashamed and looked at the girl, that had her eyes closed and seemed exhausted. Her fur around the eyes showed clear lines of tears and was soaked.

She still huffed and sucked the air in heavily to push it out in sighs.

Arthom felt a stone in his chest and noticed, that he also was breathing heavily. He could not believe, that he lost control and fucked the little girl, that he should protect.

"Are..." he started. "How are you?" he softly touched the shoulder of the girl, pulling her on her back. He closed in and licked over the closed eyes to remove the traces of her tears.

When he pulled back, the eyes opened and showed her blue orbs, that glistered happily. It took a while for the girl to find the words, while she just looked with her big eyes into his.

"I... wow..." she still seemed confused. "It hurt at ... the start but ... so much better than ... my mother." He sighed. At least the girl seemed to be okay and not hurt. Her heat surely had blocked most of the pain and it also had made the girl squirm in pleasure.

Arthom did not know enough about heat to realize, that it was corrupting the mind of the girl and making her only think about the pleasure and release his actions did at this moment.

He took the words of the girl as a relieve and his body even took it as an invitation.

He felt his member, that had become half limb, hardening again and slightly twitching in excitement, while he looked down at the mouse girl, that lay there and smiled up to him.

He gulped once. "Yes... this is a secret technique." He said, not sure, why he was not telling her directly what they did. The guilt inside him was not completely gone yet, but it was being pushed back by the arousal that gripped his body with each new breath he took from the heat filled air around him.

"I will make sure, that you get through your heat the best way possible." He whispered, kissing the girl on her forehead and made her close her eyes and giggle.

While the girl was occupied, he grabbed her hands with his, palm against palm, and pulled them over her head, where he pinned them on the bed while he crouched over her. His hip slowly descended, and he could feel the radiation of heat when his member got closer to her honey pot.

He actively inhaled the scent of Laila, that slowly filled the entire room, and he ignored the groans of the girl, when his member caught in her drenched and still leaking pussy and pushed in. It was much easier this time. On the one hand, there was no barrier he had to pass, on the other hand the pussy was slippery and slimy from his spunk which helped him to push all the way in, passed her cervix and into her womb.

His mind, corrupted by the scent and the afterthought of his first mating with the girl, pushed away all the guilt and did not take note of the struggling and squirming of the girl under him. His hands kept her in place and his lower body pushed against the small body, driving his meat stick in and out of the girls used pussy.

It did not take long for the shivering girl to come around him again, milking his pumping member strongly. Her struggled eased up and her cries and groans turned into lustful squeaks and moans.

He continued to push eagerly into the much smaller body under him, feeling her stretch around his member and her insides slowly adjusting to this big intruder.

Her twitching died down and she struggled less and reacted less, as the exhaustion piled up in the girl.

Her sensitive insides, additionally enhanced in sensitivity by her heat, could not handle the heavy stimuli she received. Her mind slowly gave in and her gaze up at Arthom's chest got blurry from tears and looked absent as if she looked through him.

Her body did not stop to twitch, even though it got stronger and weaker during his actions of pushing through her tunnel and massaging her with his soft barbs.

Arthom also was at his limits again and with a loud husky moan of the girl, that had groaned and squealed so loud, that her voice slowly faded away, he did one last push, sending his already contracting balls against her ass and then his throbbing shaft started to gush more of his seed into the little girl.

He let out a lower roar than last time, but stayed like this for a minute, emptying himself inside the girl, which only huffed strong, twitched and sighed under him.

He felt just as exhausted as the girl looked like and without any additional thoughts, he rolled to the side, taking the girl with him and with his twitching member still deep inside her womb, and pulled the cover over both.

Laila already had her eyes closed, when he placed a soft kiss on her nose and forehead and then pulled her into a warm embrace.

He hugged her so strong, that he could feel her erect teats pushing through his fur and rubbing against his skin.

With a purr and an arm protective around the little mouse, that already breathed much calmer and seemed to drift off to sleep, he also closed his eyes.

The scent of the girl had him lay there, too tired to move, feeling how his member pushed the last semen into the girl and then slowly shrank down, for an hour, inhaling her scent, the heat, the sweat and feeling her warm body in front of his. He purred the whole time and the soft vibrations finally put himself into sleep.