He doesn't get this often. He doesn't think to go for it. And he's almost forgotten what she is again until he registers that purr and in his afterglow that's the most blissful sound.
She's such a pleasant weight, too. Warm against his front while the rest of him is sweat-chilled. He pets her softly, slowly, fingers trailing up and down her spine until it gets low enough to-
"You know, your tail wasn't in the way once," he confirms. Can't leave that theory without confirmation now, can he?
You know, she almost forgot about that. When he points it out, she laughs a little as she keeps nuzzled up against him and her tail will curl around her waist and his middle, brushing against his back as she wraps herself around him. Her eyes are closed and she's oh so content right now, happy that they did this and looking forward to the next round.
"Well, that makes me happy to hear," she says with a laugh and nips lightly at the skin of his throat before smiling stupidly against his skin and settling against him. He feels good, warm, and the weight of him still inside of her has her squeezing lightly around him before settling against him. Ah... this is nice.
He has no idea she's planning a round two. He's just basking in her affection, turning his head to nuzzle into her hair with his angular nose and pets his hand over her ears and hair, partially for the novelty of it. Though he grunts in surprise loudly as she squeezes, pushed out by the force of it as he's softened up enough. It'll be a little bit before the sensitivity ebbs.
"I've never been with anyone with your strength." How do you compliment someone's strong pussy and still sound polite? Because even if she is fine being lewd as hell, he wants to treat her politely. He wants to be sweet. Sure she let him wreck her and get off, but also she let him wreck her. She let him get off. And... she's a cat goddess thing. All of those are reasons to treat her like a divine lady.
She can tell he's trying to treat her with grace and politeness and it's really sweet, honestly. Because no one ever treats her like that, not really. She's a street cat when it comes down to it and she's often shooed away or uncertain of where she should be in the first place. But he's treating her like a real spoiled house cat and that, that is something to savor in her opinion.
"Yeah?" She asks through her purring, leaning her head up to nuzzle against his cheek. She's a bit sad he's no longer inside of her, the slight dripping of his come out of her and down her inner thigh making her shiver. She's also a greedy cat, can't get enough of what makes her feel good, and he makes her feel good. "You're welcome in my bed anytime, General. You know how to go as hard as I like it."
She wasn't kidding with the implication that people are too gentle with her sometimes. Or can't give it to her as hard as she wants. She's still a demigod, and a cat, and she's not fragile. But she is a small little thing and it's easy to mix the two up.
"So I'm not welcome to just pet you whenever I want," he teases, but also does like holding her and cuddling her as much as the fucking. It's relaxing, especially with her able to produce that calming purr and nuzzle into him like this. He turns his head to give her a gentle kiss, holding the back of her neck as he does that.
"Then I'll make good use of my time, Goddess." So what if her name is Cipher, she's getting spoiled right now.
He's not particularly a sex obsessed man, but he does believe in thorough relaxation. And this woman is the embodiment of relaxing- well, after that surge of pleasure anyway.
Still, he notes how she doesn't seem to mind that she's still dripping with him and that territorial, conquering bit of him feels gratified that he filled her up like that.
When they kiss, she sighs softly into it and enjoys the soft press of their lips against one another. But when he pulls back, she does respond with, "You can pet me whenever you, that isn't something I'll deprive you the joy of." What follows is a teasing smirk and then she cuddles up against him again.
She's content to stay like this as long as he wants, until he's ready for round two or whatever. She feels content and safe in his arms and he's a really good lover as well. She's unaware of his possessive feeling at her being claimed by him but if she knew, she'd tease him about it, bait him into taking her again. She likes it too, after all.
But for now, she will just settle with him, tucked away against his chest and happily satisfied.
He's overwhelmed again and again by how sweet and soft and slight she feels in his arms, so he could easily understand, if he knew, how people might be too gentle with her if they didn't know what she could take. That's the treatment he's giving her while not inside her- soft and sweet.
And as his own sensitivity is almost finished recovering, he tucks his big hand under her thigh to rub his long fingers along her slit, tracing between the lips there lightly.
"Can I?" He can, he figures, at least do it once more.
She isn't expecting him to recover so soon and when he touches her in her most intimate place, she shivers just a bit in his arms and nuzzles against his throat. There's another purr here and her hands reach up to curl around his neck while she sits up, pressing a kiss to his nose as she drags herself in closer against his face.
"You can," she says with a smile on her face. Already, anticipation grows in her, for his touch, for his taste. She'll even lean forward then with the intention to kiss him, and if he accepts it, she'll press a deep kiss against his lips with eager swipes of her tongue against his and soft breathing, turning a little heated the longer they kiss.
The little kiss to his big nose and the purr causes that pleasant discord in him again. She's so sweet, so cute, adorable to the core while smelling like sex and still slick with his previous pleasure. He huffs a warm laugh before tipping his head and lining up the kiss.
He's careful when he opens up his mouth, careful of his own sharp teeth and even while he's meeting her tongue, he's almost tactical with it. As he does that, he slips two of his long fingers up into her, then removes them after a couple of searching thrusts to get them especially slick in order to rub her clit. Already he's about half hard, but he likes giving her a bit of a head start. Feeling her clench down on him as she messily came was incredible. He'd hate to finish too soon and deny himself an encore.
It's strange. He'd never want to hurt her. The polite, gentle portion of his soul wants to treat this kitten like she's made of porcelain. But that aggressive part of him likes that he can easily move her around, that he can be as gentle as he is now but also rough as hell.
It's interesting. She's clever enough to pick up on the fact that he likes both of those things about her — being able to be soft with her and being able to be anything but as well. She's the type of cat that likes to play with the perception people have of her but she's clear enough on the fact that she doesn't have to do much of that with him. He's going to be gentle with her, and he's going to be rough with her. Both. It doesn't matter what she does, really, it's just in his nature.
She likes that.
And so when she feels those fingers thrust up into her, she lets out a few breathy sighs into the kiss and then as he pulls out to use the mix of their fluids to rub against her clit, her toes curl and she arches up into him with another purr in her throat. She already feels so sensitive from having such an intense orgasm earlier so he's getting her with her body still on alert from that. It means she just continues to purr, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and aching slightly.
She's purring again! She's purring and it's a gorgeous sound, and there goes that strange mix of emotions again. With one hand he's alternating between finger fucking her and rubbing her clit, and it's so intense that it's almost a contradiction to how he nuzzles her hair when she ducks her face like that. The tip of that big nose rubs against her because he can't help but snuggle that purring form. But he can feel the pleasure building under the roaming pressure of his fingers, unrelenting and ruthless in how they're working her.
He thinks he's good now. It took him all that snuggling before and that period of downtime, but as he's getting harder with every movement against his hand, he knows he can handle it again.
"You are so stunning and sweet," He says in that deep voice, right into her hair, hot breath reaching her skin. He even wants to tell her that he wants to fill her up again, but she's so cute that the dirtier speech can't even come out of his mouth. The hand that's been busy getting her tender and firm again moves to hold his dick steady so he can slide it back in her. All he can think of, as he pushes further in (still holding her because now he can't stand to let go), is what a divine little imp she is.
It's an aching emptiness inside of her now that he's got her body all worked up. She's itching for more, squirming in his lap and wanting to feel him inside of her. She knows he's getting hard and worked up and she wants very much to enjoy him when he is but her patience is quickly dwindling. Even as he compliments her, she's reduced to a plaintive meow spilling from her mouth as she nudges herself forward to him.
He doesn't tease her for too long though because soon enough, she feels his hot breath ghosting against the ear at the top of her head and his thick cock being pressed into her entrance. She gasps softly at the sudden breach and mumbles, a little overwhelmed, "G-General..." Oh, how good. How sweet. How delicious.
Her arms move to wrap around his neck, pulling herself up closer to him until her chest it pressing against his own, her breasts squished against his firm muscle. One of the hands wrapped around his neck moves upwards to curl fingers into the back of his hair and she squeezes around his cock, tight, her eyes half-lidded as she looks back at him.
"Feels so good, ah..." More squirming and clenching, she's so wet for him right now and can't help the way she rolls her hips down onto him, chasing her pleasure. "You really... nnh... know how to give it to a girl, huh?"
"I really don't do this much," he breathes in sharply with that tight clench, her body squeezing him exquisitely, his cock throbbing inside of her and she's so tight he can almost imagine she'd feel it (probably not, but minds do that when they're sex addled). He takes her hips and pushes her hard down on his length, rough and needy. He tries to match the pace of her own movements, trying to accommodate that angle and that search for pleasure.
"You're more of a special case- ah -case than you know."
He doesn't get this close to just anyone, even if this was a whim. They have to really pique his interest. He has to make sure the experience is as best as he can make it.
"You feel so good." Not just sexually, she feels good to hold. Her hips have the right amount of give under his fingers. Her body feels perfectly soft against his chest. Her arms are comforting around his neck. The least he can do is make sure she feels properly filled up by him.
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She's such a pleasant weight, too. Warm against his front while the rest of him is sweat-chilled. He pets her softly, slowly, fingers trailing up and down her spine until it gets low enough to-
"You know, your tail wasn't in the way once," he confirms. Can't leave that theory without confirmation now, can he?
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"Well, that makes me happy to hear," she says with a laugh and nips lightly at the skin of his throat before smiling stupidly against his skin and settling against him. He feels good, warm, and the weight of him still inside of her has her squeezing lightly around him before settling against him. Ah... this is nice.
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"I've never been with anyone with your strength." How do you compliment someone's strong pussy and still sound polite? Because even if she is fine being lewd as hell, he wants to treat her politely. He wants to be sweet. Sure she let him wreck her and get off, but also she let him wreck her. She let him get off. And... she's a cat goddess thing. All of those are reasons to treat her like a divine lady.
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"Yeah?" She asks through her purring, leaning her head up to nuzzle against his cheek. She's a bit sad he's no longer inside of her, the slight dripping of his come out of her and down her inner thigh making her shiver. She's also a greedy cat, can't get enough of what makes her feel good, and he makes her feel good. "You're welcome in my bed anytime, General. You know how to go as hard as I like it."
She wasn't kidding with the implication that people are too gentle with her sometimes. Or can't give it to her as hard as she wants. She's still a demigod, and a cat, and she's not fragile. But she is a small little thing and it's easy to mix the two up.
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"Then I'll make good use of my time, Goddess." So what if her name is Cipher, she's getting spoiled right now.
He's not particularly a sex obsessed man, but he does believe in thorough relaxation. And this woman is the embodiment of relaxing- well, after that surge of pleasure anyway.
Still, he notes how she doesn't seem to mind that she's still dripping with him and that territorial, conquering bit of him feels gratified that he filled her up like that.
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She's content to stay like this as long as he wants, until he's ready for round two or whatever. She feels content and safe in his arms and he's a really good lover as well. She's unaware of his possessive feeling at her being claimed by him but if she knew, she'd tease him about it, bait him into taking her again. She likes it too, after all.
But for now, she will just settle with him, tucked away against his chest and happily satisfied.
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And as his own sensitivity is almost finished recovering, he tucks his big hand under her thigh to rub his long fingers along her slit, tracing between the lips there lightly.
"Can I?" He can, he figures, at least do it once more.
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"You can," she says with a smile on her face. Already, anticipation grows in her, for his touch, for his taste. She'll even lean forward then with the intention to kiss him, and if he accepts it, she'll press a deep kiss against his lips with eager swipes of her tongue against his and soft breathing, turning a little heated the longer they kiss.
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He's careful when he opens up his mouth, careful of his own sharp teeth and even while he's meeting her tongue, he's almost tactical with it. As he does that, he slips two of his long fingers up into her, then removes them after a couple of searching thrusts to get them especially slick in order to rub her clit. Already he's about half hard, but he likes giving her a bit of a head start. Feeling her clench down on him as she messily came was incredible. He'd hate to finish too soon and deny himself an encore.
It's strange. He'd never want to hurt her. The polite, gentle portion of his soul wants to treat this kitten like she's made of porcelain. But that aggressive part of him likes that he can easily move her around, that he can be as gentle as he is now but also rough as hell.
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She likes that.
And so when she feels those fingers thrust up into her, she lets out a few breathy sighs into the kiss and then as he pulls out to use the mix of their fluids to rub against her clit, her toes curl and she arches up into him with another purr in her throat. She already feels so sensitive from having such an intense orgasm earlier so he's getting her with her body still on alert from that. It means she just continues to purr, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and aching slightly.
Ah... ah... ah... it feels so good already.
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He thinks he's good now. It took him all that snuggling before and that period of downtime, but as he's getting harder with every movement against his hand, he knows he can handle it again.
"You are so stunning and sweet," He says in that deep voice, right into her hair, hot breath reaching her skin. He even wants to tell her that he wants to fill her up again, but she's so cute that the dirtier speech can't even come out of his mouth. The hand that's been busy getting her tender and firm again moves to hold his dick steady so he can slide it back in her. All he can think of, as he pushes further in (still holding her because now he can't stand to let go), is what a divine little imp she is.
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He doesn't tease her for too long though because soon enough, she feels his hot breath ghosting against the ear at the top of her head and his thick cock being pressed into her entrance. She gasps softly at the sudden breach and mumbles, a little overwhelmed, "G-General..." Oh, how good. How sweet. How delicious.
Her arms move to wrap around his neck, pulling herself up closer to him until her chest it pressing against his own, her breasts squished against his firm muscle. One of the hands wrapped around his neck moves upwards to curl fingers into the back of his hair and she squeezes around his cock, tight, her eyes half-lidded as she looks back at him.
"Feels so good, ah..." More squirming and clenching, she's so wet for him right now and can't help the way she rolls her hips down onto him, chasing her pleasure. "You really... nnh... know how to give it to a girl, huh?"
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"You're more of a special case- ah -case than you know."
He doesn't get this close to just anyone, even if this was a whim. They have to really pique his interest. He has to make sure the experience is as best as he can make it.
"You feel so good." Not just sexually, she feels good to hold. Her hips have the right amount of give under his fingers. Her body feels perfectly soft against his chest. Her arms are comforting around his neck. The least he can do is make sure she feels properly filled up by him.