Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica Path: utzoo!telly!erotica From: halcyon!elf@sumax.seattleu.edu (Elf Sternberg) Subject: Journal Entry 136 / 0086 (The Kittenin') [part II] Organization: Pendor, UnLtd. Date: Mon, 11 Feb 91 06:48:47 GMT Approved: erotica@telly.on.ca Message-ID: <8V3qT6w163w@halcyon.uucp> Sender: erotica@telly.on.ca (Evan Leibovitch - moderator) Her cool nose found my balls first, her tongue still flicking over them, almost painful in the tickling they did, and she slid up my erection, and then, giving my cock an almost curious look, she plunged downward, taking all of it in one slide into her muzzle, closing down and holding it, her tongue bathing it, loving it. I was in heaven, her rough tongue was so good. Somewhere, something told me she'd done this before. She was slow, taking care as she slid up and down it to feel it, to make me feel her, and gods! was she good! And this was once the little kitten I'd raised? I touched her shoulder, and her slitted eyes glanced towards me, and I slowly pushed her away. I wanted to wait. She looked at me, afraid that she'd done something wrong, but I just smiled. I slowly turned her over in the lowered gravity of my bed, and I began my trek down from her mouth to her cunt, nibbling at the little tufts of fur at her shoulders and her small, firm breasts. I paused as I flicked over her nipples to listen, just to listen, to her heartbeat and her breathing, finding such power and love in such simple, living things as her heart and her breath. I moved down between her parted legs, where her pink jewel lay, moist and waiting, where the fur became thin and fine and soft, and I kissed her right above her cunt, slowly, worshipping her. My tongue became alive there, where her scent was lotus, and her taste was ambrosia. I licked along her outer lips, parting them from the inner, slowly wetting the whole of her cunt with my tongue, slowly slipping apart her inner lips, so that I could see her clit, open, exposed, and her core, where eventually, I would be the first to go. I licked around her clit, mindful of her sensitivity, sometimes dipping down into her cunt to taste the fullness of her juices, and then returning to her lips, and the hood. The flesh there was smooth and soft as silk, and I wanted to stay forever. I licked her clit, and her legs pulled up a little more and her paws found my hair, and I could feel her orgasm approaching, her claws extending just a little against my skull. Slowly her orgasm built, and I teased her, sometimes pausing for whole seconds to let her die down a bit, just to tease her some more. "Pleaserrrrrrr...." her moan died down into a purr that was more needful than anything, and I gave, now caressing her clit with my tongue directly, fully, giving her the needed pressure, the speed, and then her whole body shuddered, silently, the muscles in her body contracting in approach, and then, quietly and violently, she came, releasing her tension and shaking with pleasure as her orgasm crested and dropped, and slowly smoothed away. She lay there, eyes closed and breathing hard. I slowly moved up along her body and slid down next to her, cuddling next to her, and waited. She turned to look at me, and then she smiled, showing teeth. "That was wonderrrfulll. Mom was rright, you arre good." I grinned back. Then I lost that grin. "Ember, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, still not sure of my answer. I looked at the clock. She was still fifteen, and would be for at least another thirty minutes. "Yes." was all she said. "Then...do you want to be on top? Let you control what happens, how fast, and all?" Truth to tell, I'd've preferred that. Less guilt if it turned out it hurt a lot. But she shook her head. "No, please. I want to lie herre, I want to feel you on top of me, taking me. Please, I need it to be that way." Her eyes were almost in tears. "I want it to be like... I... surrrenderr myself to you..." and she whispered the last word "...Father." I looked at her, and whether she meant that word in the sense that people sometimes call me "Na'shardiik" or whether she meant it as "the guy whose always been there for me since I was born," it didn't bother me so much. I think I understood her, and I loved her more then then ever before. I moved over her, and knelt between her legs, parting them. Slowly, I looked down at my cock, which in all my thought had lost a little stiffness, and she smiled, and slowly stroked it to life with her soft paws, and it grew back to its hardness, and I pushed back and the head of my cock held still at her cunt. I looked into her eyes, and she stared back into mine, and then, very slowly, just once, she nodded. I pushed forward, our breath sounding loud in my ears, her eyes becoming all that I saw as I felt my cock enter her, pushing past that first, virgin ring of resistance and taking her. Her eyes shut, and a little mewl of pain escaped her, and I slid into her fully, until my hips met hers, and I just held there, until she opened her eyes. There were tears there, but she smiled, slowly, and in caiss she sniffed "hurts..." "I know. Just take a few breaths, and wait." She nodded again, gently. I waited myself, a little afraid that my erection would flag and disappoint her. But she looked up again, and whispered "Fuck me, Elf, please. Let me feel it." I looked at her face, then down between our bodies to where we were joined, and slowly I began to pull back, until I was almost out. Then slowly back in. "Faster," she mewled, and I wasn't sure whether I pleased her or hurt her, but I obliged, speeding up, my hips meeting hers on every stroke, my cock enveloped by her tight warm wet soft glove. Mine. Mine first. And I did fuck her, my cock going in and out, faster and harder and her arms were around me and her claws against my back as I pressed myself lightly against her, fucking her warm little body. My cock had a life of its own, and I could feel the tightness in my balls, and I whispered in my speed "Ember... I'm going..." and she replied "Go..." and with her permission I exploded my come into her, filling her for the first time with semen and then feeling my orgasm wind down, and slowly my mind returned to me. I looked up at her, and her eyes danced again in the dim light, and she laughed. I smiled back, tearfully happy, and we laughed together. "Oh, gods, Ember, thank you." "Thank you, too, Father. That was the best birthday present I ever got." And her voice was happy and free from pain. And we laughed again as I rolled over and off of her. She gasped, "Oh, no..." "What?" I asked, worried all of a sudden. "You're bleeding. I think I clawed your back." I put a hand there, and sure enough, it came back red. "'Sokay, I heal fast. Doesn't hurt. Just remember not to do it next time. Besides, you're bleeding, too, a little," I said, glancing down at my cock. But she just grinned at that, and then slowly what I'd said dawned on her. "Next time? You mean, like, you, and me?" "Yeah, like next time you and me and this room, or maybe out on Abornia plain, where your mother and I first, or who knows? But if you want, there will be next time." "Yes! Yes, I want there to be a next time. I know I can't come between you and your work, but..." "Ember, beloved grandchild of mine, you were born in my house, and you may stay here forever. I love you, now in... more and different ways than before, but love you I do. Stay around, and I guarantee there will be a next time. Now... let's get some sleep, together, here. Oh, and look, It's still Elenya. You won't be a kitten when you become a caiss." "Will you still call me your kitten?" "I don't think you could ever stop being my kitten." Copyright Notice The Journal Entries of Kennet Ryal Shardik are (c) 1984, 1990, Elf M. Sternberg. 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