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The Feline Addiction

Part 2

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

Kain had taken a great deal of pleasure from pushing that addict under him, a pleasure that was far from restricted only to her. Sakura, however, was someone that gave him a different sort of pleasure, one that went deeper than the other females that he enjoyed in a similar manner. With her, something had already happened, a deeper hook planted than he had managed with the other females in his life.

The black cat lifted his vodka to his lips, sipping at the burning liquid and pulling a face. No matter how many times he drank it, he never entirely got used to the feeling as it went down. There was something to it that made him remember just how painful it was, how much it was going to fuck him up later, but that was something that he was used to. It was his drink of choice, not for pleasure, but for the memories that came with it, and the power that those memories offered him.

As the vodka burned its way down to his stomach, he could almost see the ghost of his father sitting across from him at the penthouse dinner table, looking back at him with an expression of pride and confusion at the same time. Pride in how much that he had been able to accomplish; confusion for his priorities.

Why so many women? he could almost hear his father asking. Why so much pleasure before business?

"Business is my pleasure," he muttered under his breath, as he had always done when explaining himself to the older feline.

It'll be your downfall. Spend too much time indulging yourself, and your assets will walk out the door with everything you have.

"Not if they can't."

Everyone can.

"Not addicts."

He grunted as he looked down at his cup, shaking his head and pushing it away. The last thing that he needed was to get into a drunken hallucination session. That had only happened once or twice, allowing those memories to come out so strongly that they ended up being as real as he was for the night, and that...

Well, the hospital emergency room would ask questions if he showed up again ranting and raving about a dead man. Better not to leave them asking too much.

The black cat got up, walking away from the table and making his way to the balcony. The cool night air would help, he thought. If nothing else, it would be a shock to his senses after sitting in the warm room for so long.

As he opened the door, the cold air hit him right in the face, doing exactly what he had hoped. He groaned, rubbing his cheeks as he felt the chill run over his bare chest, trying in vain to slip past his waistband and then running over his slacks. The air was dry, cool, something like the beginning of autumn slipping in, and he savored it, letting it pull him out of his memories. His father's grunting voice soon faded, and he was left alone again.

His fingers were curled tight around the railing when he opened his eyes again, and he shook his head, forcing them to release it one by one. Each time it was a little bit more difficult than it should have been, but it wasn't the worst thing that he had done. It wasn't the most insane thing, either.

Comes with meddling with magic business, I guess...

Kain rubbed one of the rings he wore. While they themselves weren't magical, they were linked to magical accomplishments in his life. The first one, a silver ring with a ruby mounted to it, was something that he'd ordered made when he took over his father's company, building on the connections with the kitsunes and the dragons out there. The gold one on his big, middle finger on the other hand had been struck when he made his first million, and when that had been invested in leprechaun gold to the point of making it fully real, rather than limited to the old world where it did no good to anyone.

He had kept growing the family fortune through one magical event after another, to the point where there was little that he had touched that hadn't improved. That was his legacy, at least in the financial world.

In the rest of the world, however...

Kain took a deep breath, running his hands over one another. The rings weren't magical, but the memories were, and they loved to try and mess with his head. He found that the best way to deal with that was to find a distraction, something that allowed him to work his own magic. Well, metaphorically, anyway.

Tatsuo? Yes...yes, I think it might be time for her.

The black cat stepped off the balcony and went to the bedroom, finding his cell phone on the nightstand by the bed. There were no notifications waiting for him, but that was nothing new. Nobody called him this late at night, unless they were idiots looking for something. Sakura had learned not to call, and to just show up. Just like the expensive whore that she was becoming.

Kain smiled despite himself as he sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling his shaft already starting to rise, getting hard against the front of his slacks. He pushed it down, allowing his rod to run down the leg of his pants rather than pushing the crotch forward. He wanted to keep the stains from growing any more numerous.

She's getting close...

He'd seen the way that Sakura had looked at him last time. Every encounter that they had, every 'loan' that he threw away on her, tied her all the tighter to him. He had done that with many different females in the past, giving them the money that they needed, but calling in various favors to pay it back. The kitsune in particular was someone that he had enjoyed wrapping around his little finger, seeing her slowly lose her mind in the pleasures that he claimed from her body.

She was an addict, and he was slowly twisting her to serve him rather than herself. One day at a time, she was falling under his control.

The cat could have done it with a potion. He could have forced the pleasures of lust and love down her throat, made her completely dependent on him in seconds, if he really wanted to, but there was no fun in that. He wanted her to be his, to make her fall to her knees the minute that his cock started twitching in his pants, to make her feel the sheer degradation that came from submitting to someone so far below her station.

Not because she wanted to. Not because she was enchanted to. No, he wanted her to do it because she couldn't help herself, because there was too much pushing her forward, too much begging her to take that leap and too much for her to resist.

Soon...soon...

She'd let him take her ass, let him fuck her pussy, let him face-fuck her, twist her nipples, shove her over the railing and nearly let the entire city see what she'd become just for the money to continue her gambling habits. Yet, that habit was going to wear itself out soon enough. He had seen the way that she had looked at the money last time, almost like she didn't know what it was for in comparison to what he'd done to her. He was giving her a new addiction, something that he could control, not her.

She didn't know it yet, but she'd be his. Doubtlessly, she'd be back tonight, looking for another loan. When she did...

Tatsuo. Call Tatsuo.

Kain tapped the buttons on the phone, pressing it to his ear. It only rang once; the woman on the other end was well-trained.

"You. What the hell do you want?"

"Do you remember the favor you owe me?"

"You little shit."

"I'm calling it in tonight."

"I'm out tonight."

"All the better."

"With my husband."

"Then make an excuse."

"Now?"

"Now."

"...And we'll be even?"

"Yes, indeed."

Unlike some of the others, Tatsuo had been bought in a different way. He hadn't sold her a loan that she'd have to repay over and over with her body. Instead, he had sent her the magic that she needed to attract the attention of others in the dragon world. He had made it clear that she was a rich, wealthy, powerful dragoness, and he had done it all under the terms that he get one unnamed favor in the future.

And now, he was finally calling it in. She didn't know what it was, of course, and she wouldn't know until she arrived.

"Fuck...I'll be there in a little bit."

"Less than an hour, Tatsuo, or I'll count it as a breach of terms."

"Fine. Fine. I'll have to fly."

"Then do so."

Kain ended the call then and there, knowing that pushing any further would likely lead to a dragoness breathing fire down his throat the next time that he kissed her, or worse. She might be bound by her oath, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't be angry about it, or that she wouldn't try and pull something stupid at the same time.

He would be ready for that, though. He planned on having a damn good time. And if he did this right, he might have a way to extend the life of his favor, anyway.

It didn't take long for Tatsuo to show up, no more than twenty minutes. A thump from outside announced her landing on his balcony, and he left the bedroom in nothing but a bathrobe to greet her.

The dragoness in question was a deep red-brown in color, her arms thick and her legs thicker, though all from muscle. She was barely fitting into a white gown, something that looked like it was studded by stones that were individually too small to see, but still large enough to reflect the light like diamonds. Her frame was the sort that didn't lend itself well to typical femininity, but he could still just make out the curve of her breasts from where he stood, enough to see the cleavage on display.

She crossed her arms under her breasts, a fang here and there sticking out from under her lips. Her face was steaming, almost like she was burning off any sweat she might have had with pure anger and annoyance.

"What the hell do you want, Kain?"

"I told you. I'm claiming my favor."

"How?"

"Claiming you. For the night, of course, not permanently."

"I'm married, you ass," she said, holding up a hand with a gem band - sapphire, in this case - wrapped around her finger. "Couldn't you have done this before?"

"No."

Not without some good reason, at least. He had plenty of whores, plenty of those that would be happy to let him get his rocks off. What he wanted was someone that was a little different, a little more intense.

And more to the point, someone that would really hammer home to Sakura that she wasn't the only one, and that Kain could get whoever he wanted on their knees, serving him and giving him the pleasure that she was only starting to give. If she saw this...well, if he had played his cards right, then he would have her shocked, unable to believe what she was seeing, and then begging for the chance to prove that she was just as good as Tatsuo.

And if not...well, he would have shown her an honest insight into what her future was. He was not a cat that would stick to a single female, but he would demand that she stick with him.

"Get out of that dress."

"You're joking."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"...Goddamn it..."

"We'll be even after this."

"We better be."

The sight of her slowly slinking out of her dress, dragging the zipper back and pulling her arms free of her sleeves, was a little more lovely than he imagined she meant for it to be. He smiled to himself as he watched her slowly expose her breasts, as she brought the dress further and further down. She had muscles, and many of them, popping here and there beneath her scales to be that much more obvious.

For all that she was a bigger, more powerful dragoness than his usual type, he soon started sporting a hard-on for her. There was something to that power, and knowing that he had power over that, that made him growl under his breath. He started fondling himself, smiling slightly as she started blushing.

"Do you have to be like that?" she muttered.

"Like what? In charge?"

"..."

"You're starting to get wet. I can smell it."

"I'm just around the corner from heat."

"Then maybe I can send you back to your husband with an egg."

She gasped, her face twisted up in obvious shock, but even as she tried to turn it into anger, he could smell it in the air. There was a part of her that was really getting into this treatment, part of her that really liked getting treated like a whore. Oh, she was definitely going to be a fun one. He chuckled at her embarrassment, looking down as the dress reached her waist, and then slid further down.

Her pussy was, of course, bare. There was no fur to get past the way that there would be with Sakura, but there was something more to it. Her scaly mound was swollen, puffy, and while he knew that - factually - that was from her heat, he liked to pretend that it was because he was there, that she was that attracted to him. He smiled as he watched her bend forward, pulling her dress down to her ankles. Her ass, muscular as it was, pushed out a little bit, offering itself to him despite all the anger and frustration that she was putting off.

Not many men get to fuck a dragoness, he thought, idly running his hand along his bulge. I wonder how they compare.

She removed her shoes, putting them under her dress, and then put her arms at her sides. She seemed to be embarrassed, but was trying to hide that under anger. Kain didn't care, as long as she let him do what he wanted.

"So, how are you going to do it?" she asked, looking anywhere but at him.

"I'm going to enjoy myself."

"Obvious, but - Nnngh!"

He gripped her by the nipple. Her chest muscles didn't quite make her breasts disappear, but they definitely made them look smaller than he was used to dealing with. He pulled on her nipple, not quite painfully, but enough to keep her from talking.

As he twisted her right nipple, he started pulling the left, ensuring that she was getting twin stimulation, making sure that she couldn't get used to one and start talking again. Clearly, she had forgotten the deal that they had made. He had invested in her, and she needed to remember that meant that she was going to give him what he wanted. It had gone on long enough that she'd clearly thought that he would never call it in.

Well, he had, and she would have a better attitude about it. He looked up at her face, seeing her burning cheeks and smiling.

"You are going to do what I tell you for the whole night. When I finish, then you will be allowed to go, your debt fulfilled. Do you understand that?"

"Mmph...yes."

"Now, take off the wedding ring."

"..."

"Unless you want to go back to him with your juices and mine on it, take it off."

She slowly did, laying it on the table in the dining room. He smiled slightly to himself, taking her by the hand and kissing the spot that it had occupied. She looked all the more embarrassed at that.

"Good girl."

"You..."

"Yes, me. Come with me."

He had a bit of a warm-up planned for getting all nice and riled up. He wasn't entirely sure when Sakura was going to show up at the door, but he wanted to be close when the time came so that he didn't tempt her to walk off with boredom. After all, there was little point in cashing in a favor this valuable if it didn't lead to something else just as good.

As they entered the bedroom, he shucked off his robe. Tatsuo looked down at him, then fixed her eyes on his cock. She started to sneer -

"On the bed, on your back, head over the edge."

"What, you're going to just fuck my face? That's all?"

"Heh...I think you'll find it better than that."

"...Alright."

Seeing his cock, he imagined that she had probably thought that because it was smaller than a dragon's, it wouldn't be a threat. She obviously had no idea how he worked, in that case.

Size means nothing. Technique means everything.

As Tatsuo laid on her back, her head leaning back, he stepped forward. Rather than just slamming his cock down her throat - something that he could have done to shock her - he leaned forward and started to drag his balls along her nose. She grunted, started to open her mouth -

"No."

Kain did something that no sane cat would have done. He reached down and clenched his fist tightly around the dragoness's jaws, forcing them closed. No speaking, no licking, just staying there speechless as he marked her face with his shaft, with the soft smell of a feline male that needed to get off.

Her cheeks burned against his shaft, her embarrassment quite palpable from what he was doing. There was a certain satisfaction to that, knowing that she didn't expect something like this, knowing that he was pushing her further than she had expected to be pushed. He smiled, dragging his cock along her cheeks, her lips, her nose. He could feel the soft huff, puff, huff, puff through her nostrils, the heat of her breath against his sac, the way that she was obviously embarrassed by being dragged down to this level.

As she started to relax, doing what he was ordering - that was, holding still - he reached up with his free hand. He went back to tormenting her tits, rubbing them, squeezing her nipples, teasing them. It didn't take long before her wetness started to get stronger, her scent of need growing hotter in the small room.

"That's it. That's what we want."

"Mmmph..."

"You might be in heat, but you're in heat for me now."

"Mm-mm..."

"You will be."

It didn't take much. He had studied the biology of his partners as much as he had their magic, worked to learn how to play their bodies as much as their finances. In short order, his teasing of her breasts had her gasping, arching her back from the bed, showing off her breasts more than ever. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth strained against his hand, trying to gasp for breath. All she could do was huff at his balls, taking in the scent of being under a 'lesser' male and making it work for her.

He worked her hard, ensuring that she was dripping down on his sheets before he finally let go of her mouth. She gasped, and then, and only then, did he ram his cock down her throat.

"MMMPH!"

She gagged around his cock, 'short' as it was, and he grinned as he gripped her by the neck. Not enough to choke her, but enough to serve as a leash and collar. She groaned as he pushed forward, then pulled back, smearing his pre-cum along her tongue this time. Little gasps and whimpers and groans followed, but they were barely enough to get past his own heartbeat rushing through his head.

Mine...even if just for a night...mine...

This was his pleasure. This was how he enjoyed himself with his sluts. This was how he let the stress of the daily grind slide off. They were his, when they were here. No matter who else had them, no matter who else they gave themselves to, at the end of the day, they were his.

He humped away, using her throat like it was a fleshlight that he'd pinned to the bed. Each thrust was wet, cramped, and more, loud. She glukked and gagged every time that he buried his cock down her throat, and he imagined that she was more used to a partner that helped her, or allowed her to take control.

Size means nothing. Technique means everything.

Kain used her throat as a way to get himself wet, more than anything. She didn't have the skills of some of the girls that he brought up here, certainly not the oral skills that Sakura had, but there was a prestige to laying a dragon that made up for that. He stayed hard, stayed dripping in her throat, and he grinned as she started to swallow harder, trying to make up for it.

Almost against her will, he could see her hands trailing from the bed to the space between her legs. She was getting wetter, getting hotter from being used. He allowed her hands to get almost to her pussy before -

SMACK!

He didn't really hurt her, but he did slap one breast. It bounced off the other, and she jolted under him.

"Not yet. You will not cum from your hands. I'll fuck that pleasure right out of you, that much I promise."

Tatsuo grunted, gumming at his cock for a moment, but brought her hands back. And he went back to thrusting.

In, out, in, out, taking the pleasure that her mouth and throat offered while taking his time to really make her work for it. She still gagged, still grunted, but it was no longer the same assault that it had been. She was starting to get used to it, her mouth and throat becoming more eager for the struggle between them.

Yes, take it...take it and learn...

It was something that he had long-ago learned about different species. Some of them needed a rough approach, some of them a softer one, but any of them could be made into an addict for the sort of pleasure that he could provide. All you had to do was hit the right buttons, show them how to be something different. With Tatsuo, she needed to be hit with something strong, something rough, something that showed her how to submit. She was meeting the challenge, but she was already focusing on how to swallow better, how to stop gagging, how to please him in order to earn her pleasure. In that, she was slowly shaping herself into being a better submissive, someone that would give others what they wanted rather than claiming it for herself.

In, out, in, out, each time feeling her gluk or gag or something around his cock, but each time that little bit less than before. Soon, she was groaning, panting, shaking under him, her eyes rolling back from the lack of air, from the pressure on her, from his domination.

And then, just when he was getting close, he pulled back. He didn't have the blue-balled feeling - he'd trained himself out of that long ago - but she was gasping for breath. Her eyes slowly focused on him again as she stared at the spit-strings connecting his cock with her lips, and she looked at him as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.

"How...you..."

"Get on all fours."

"You...you..."

"On all fours, dragoness."

She obeyed slowly, looking almost blank-faced, shocked, but not hurt. It was like she was trying to come to terms with what had just happened, how she had been pushed down so far and so easily all at once.

It was easy, when you got down to it. She wanted to be challenged, and she had been. And she had come up wanting. Her overconfidence, probably fed by her husband, had been her undoing. She had weaknesses, and he had shown her how someone with confidence and domination could take over someone that wasn't ready for it.

She groaned as she lifted her tail, showing off her muscular ass and her strong thighs. He ran his hand up her legs and rubbed her pussy slowly. She gritted her teeth, but lowered her head, spreading her legs further.

"You're soaking wet."

"Mmmph..."

"You must have really liked the taste of cock."

"Just...fuck me."

"You want it."

"Don't make me say it."

"I think now, I have to."

"..."

"Say it, or I'll leave our contract still good, and you'll still owe me."

"...I want it."

"What was that?"

"I...I want it."

"And what do you want?"

"I want you to...to fuck me."

Her tail went up that little bit more. Even though he knew that this was performance as much as it was actual need, he knew that she was going to need this rut. Her pussy was wet as could be, dripping down her thighs and looking like it belonged on some beast in the middle of her bestial rut. He smiled, rubbing her slit a few times before giving her a hard shove from behind.

As she went down, he followed her, landing on her back and sliding into her at the same time. That first gasp barely had a chance to get out before he popped his cock back out and filled her again, and again, and again, jackhammering into her right from the start.

Just as he expected, her pussy was as tight as could be. All that muscle must have made for a lot of regeneration down there, forcing her to tighten up every time that she took her husband's cock into her. He wondered if she was used to taking it rather than being the one in charge. Honestly, he didn't think that it mattered.

Slamming in and making her gasp was almost as good as the feeling of her tight slit clenching around his cock. He could feel the way that she was already spasming around him that she was close. He imagined that she would probably get off at least once before he did, which was all the better. She would remember this, and she would remember that she had gotten something better from him than she had gotten from her husband. A cat lover had pleased her better than a dragon, and he had done it by forcing her through things that she had thought were under her.

Another thrust, another, another, each one leaving her ass clapping, her pussy spasming around him. The ridges inside, the little textures on her inner walls, caressed his cock every time that she clamped down on him. In, out, in, out, her pussy trying to keep him inside all the time, always trying to keep him from sliding all the way out.

He grunted as he forced his way in again, growling as he felt her squeezing down harder than ever. A little extra moisture hit his balls, and he realized that she was cumming under him, gasping for breath as she did. He'd already forced her over the edge once. It was time to see if he could do it again.

Even as he set himself to humping away, though, he heard something else. Something small, something so quiet that he might not have noticed anything if it wasn't for the fact that he had been waiting for just that sound. Someone in the hallway, someone walking by, someone at the door and someone listening.

He picked up the pace, knowing that it had to be Sakura. She was going to hear just how hard he could fuck, even when it wasn't her. More than that...more than that, for the first time, he used just a little magic.

It was a small spell, something that he had picked up from all his interactions with the magical community. One might not have expected a cat to be able to cast magic, not when he was so far removed from the magical species, but it was possible if you applied yourself. He growled under his breath as he started rutting forward, back, forward, back, feeling the spell sheathing his cock. And then...

Yes...

He could almost feel like he was fucking two pussies at once. In, out, in, out, feeling the tightness of Tatsuo and the increasing looseness that he had begun fucking into the other woman. Sakura's slit was nowhere near as tight, nowhere near as closed off, but she was still wet, still hot, eager for it.

In, out, in, out, picking up the pace, feeling Tatsuo shaking under him again. She was already on the verge of losing it, gritting her teeth, trying not to cum. She looked back at him, her face bright red.

"Don't...don't..."

"This is...the deal..."

"Not...mmph..."

"You're going to cum."

"Don't you...don't make..."

"I will."

He grabbed her, pinning her from behind, holding her down as he rutted her like the scaly bitch she was. Her slit clenched down harder than ever, and he felt her spasming one more time, her entire body shaking, her tail almost slapping him back. Catching it as she shook from head to toe, he pinned her one more time, leaning in and whispering.

"Cum."

And as she hit her third orgasm, commanded by word alone, he filled her to the brim. His pulsing pleasure echoed through his cock and balls, rumbling up from the depths before splattering deep into her womb. Whether she would get pregnant from this or not, he didn't know, but he would see her filled with his seed before she left. She let out a long wheezing roar of pleasure as she had her third orgasm, and then...

And then...

The door opened.

Kain smiled, knowing what the kitsune was going to see as she came around the corner, knowing that she was going to be confused, needy, whimpering just for the chance to have his cock again. This, hopefully, would be the tipping point for her addiction. She would crave him more than she craved anything else, and with that addiction in play, then he could do whatever he wanted with her, and she would always come back.

That was the way of things. Father had said business before pleasure, but for Kain, pleasure was his business.

The End

Summary: While Sakura is out trying to break her addiction to Kain, Kain is planning how to deepen the addiction all the more.

Tags: M/F, Cat, Feline, Dragon, Dragoness, Cuckolding, Favor, Domination, Oral, Facefucking, Choking, Breast Play, Domination, Size Difference, Vaginal, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Training, Miniseries,