The Hunt
Heart pounding, pulse racing, the rest of her body perfectly still, the dark-furred kitten crouches behind an outcropping of rock. She can hear the snuffle of the dog-kin's cold, wet nose and the rustle of his paws in the dry leaves on the forest floor.
She tries to press herself more tightly against the rough stone, it's cold surface chilling her bare back. The chocolate brown fur that she was born with only covers patches of flesh and most of her pale back is furless.
The dog-kin is big. She'd caught a glimpse of him before ducking into her stony alcove. His ears were large and pointed, though one seemed to droop, folding over at the top to give him a look that might have been comical, were he not chasing her. His own fur covered most of his body in mostly brown with splashes of black.
Closing her eyes tightly, the young kitten wills him away, but she can still hear him drawing closer. She can only imagine her fate should he find her. The tales among catkin run rampant on the cruelty of the dog-kin. Funny, none of her friends had ever met any
The kitten curses herself silently for cowardice. If only she was a little older, she'd have the benefit of proper training. All kittens are taught to use their natural weapons and certain ones, those with the aptitude, go on to graduate studies.
A light breeze carries the musky scent of damp dog. No doubt his coat has collected dew from the underbrush as he searched for her. The scent is surprisingly pleasant and the kitten blinks her eyes open again. Peeking through a curtain of red waves, her eyes are drawn up to a long muzzle beset with a toothy grin.
The kitten squeals once in fear before attempting to dart past the bulky body of the dog-kin.
"Wait!" That one word is nothing more than a gruff bark. His strong fingers warp around her upper arm and the momentum of her own flight pulls his grip tight. The pain of it draws another yelp from the startled cat-girl. Her amber eyes are wide with fear as she looks up at him pleadingly. The look nearly breaks his heart, though he'd never let it show.
The scent of her fear and the underlying shades of her body's own natural odors are like a heady drug, nearly intoxicating the hapless pup. Already, his mouth is filling with saliva and he barely notices her claws raking at his chest as he draws her body close to bury his nose behind her ear, inhaling deeply.
The dog-kin's free arm wraps around the back of the kitten's shoulders, securing her against his body. He's all thick fur and padded muscle against the softness of her form. She shivers in his embrace, torn between curiosity and terror. The soft rumbling growl in her ear sounds less like a threat and more like a tease.
Overcome with excitement, the wolfish dog drags his tongue over the side of the kitten's throat, lapping at the taste of her skin. Moving on, he snuffles his way up to her ear. The eat twitches involuntarily tickling his nose. Though she can't understand his growling words, the tone sounds to be reassuring as it rumbles against the sensitive skin of her ear. "Shhh... It's alright, little kitten, I won't hurt you."
"Mew?" The kitten's shivering eases slightly and her hands relax against his furry chest. She's still wary, but it's obvious she doesn't have a chance. He seems as if he doesn't want to hurt her and if that's a ruse, he can easily overpower her.
"You don't understand me, do you?" Soft as his tone is, it's still completely unintelligible.
"Mew."
The dog-kin scoops the little cat-girl up against his body, supporting her with one arm beneath her thighs. She makes a little startled noise and clings to his chest, sliding her arm around the back of his neck. His muscles are lean and firm beneath the layer of fur and tissue.
Stepping out of the shady alcove, the sun is warm through a green filter of spring leaves. A few strides of the wolfish boy's powerful legs bring them to the center of the meadow. He lays her down. The grasses and mosses provide a soft cushion beneath her as his large form sinks down on top of her.
The warm press of his fur seems only to multiply the heat building inside her. In sharp contrast, the cold wet touch of his nose sends shivers down her spine as he snuffles against the crook of her neck. The soft flick of his tongue traces across her collarbone, tasting the pulse beneath her skin.
Inhaling once again the fragrant air that hugs her skin, the dog-kin's nose leads him lower. The kitten's hands dig deeper into his fur, claws tracing lightly against the skin beneath as his muzzle nudges at the soft pudgy belly just below her narrow waist. She gasps, her body arching with surprise as her grip tightens.
The little gasp is only a prelude to the symphony of startled noises that erupt as he buries his nose between the folds of her soft nether-lips. A deep shudder runs through her body before she tries to scramble away, but his chest firmly pins her legs against the soft earth. Taking advantage of her helpless position, his tongue begins to lap at the exposed flesh, tasting the sweet cream whose scent has haunted his senses since before he even caught sight of the cute kitten. Her soft keening is a garbled mix between fear and pleasure, uncertain whether or not he plans to eat her alive or drive her mad with delight.
The second possibility is winning out as the soft curl of his tongue coats every gentle dip and curve with his thick saliva. Soon their fluids are mingling as her arousal rises to a head, the creamy excretions welling from deep within.
Tasting the fruits of his labor, the dog-kin licks deeper as if he might find the source of this glorious feast for the senses; taste and scent merely the icing on the lovely, silken cake at his lips. Unable to resist, he nibbles at her tender labia, drawing a little cry from the kitten as her hips buck up to meet him.
The honest passion of her response only seems to enflame his already-heated desires. His efforts become more insistent, his tongue stroking the inner walls of her warm depths and his nose nudging rhythmically against the tight little nub of her clitoris. The grip of small hands in his fur shows no signs of loosening and the sound of his lapping winds its way through the cacophony of her cries.
The kitten almost seems to pull him closer now as her body trembles. He slides his own large hands up the pale, milky-white flesh of her thighs, scooping up her round bottom in his palms and lifting her closer to his mouth. His hands offer a sort of grounding, his tongue wild in counterpoint, leaving no morsel untasted in his feasting.
The uncontrollable delight his tongue brings sends the helpless kitten into a spasming spiral of ecstasy and yowls with utter abandon as the rolling crest of her orgasm peaks. She tugs at his fur, mindless in her sea of bliss as she thrusts at his muzzle. Though it doesn't truly hurt, the slight pain of her response manages to worm its way into the dog-kin's consciousness and he growls throatily in response, pulling away only to knee-walk forward, leaning over her body and kneeling between her glistening thighs.
Using his continued grip upon the fleshy curve of her bottom, he lifts her slightly and, with one sure thrust, buries the length of his aching phallus within her slick, silken folds. Her body arches beneath him, a sharp gasp detailing the pain of her lost maidenhead, but the searing heat is soon replaced by a dull throbbing, the pulse of her life's blood. The incredible heat of her body sheathes him tightly and his own gravelly moans attempt to harmonize.
Wide-eyed now, the kitten stares up at her new lover. He trembles above, warring within himself not to move, to hardly breathe until he knows she's all right. He tries to smile around the low growls that won't seem to stop. Licking her sweet cream from his lips, he slides one hand up the length of her form, brushing a damp lock of hair from her face. She can feel him inside her, his own pulse thumping softly in counter beat to her own.
Slowly and with careful deliberation, she begins to squirm, just a little at first, as if testing her body's responses. Finding the results favorable, she pushes her hips up against his, drawing his thick, throbbing shaft deeper. Her obvious willingness, coupled with the firm but gentle squeeze of her internal muscles urges the wolfish one to continue his pursuits.
Matching her pace to begin with, the dog-kin starts a slow, steady rhythm, sliding out only to return again in equal measure. It doesn't take long before his instincts start to take over again, his animal nature driving him to a faster pace and rougher measure. She's ready now, utterly and completely. She welcomes the urgency of his thrusting, her little breathy gasps and shuddering moans can be mistaken for nothing but encouragement as she rises to meet him.
With those sweet sounds filling his sensitive ears, the big pup thrusts deeper, reveling in the soft, fleshy squeeze of her body and way she fairly dances under his touch. Dipping his head, he laps haphazardly at her breasts, coating their full mounds in his dripping saliva as he pounds into her. He can feel her body tightening around him, rising once again toward the pinnacle of desire, the banked coals of her passion igniting new realms pleasure.
Knowing that her release is imminent once again, he can hardly contain himself. Somehow he manages to retain enough focus to guide his hand behind her shoulders, lifting her upper body that he might close his mouth around one succulent breast. His sharp teeth graze her flesh, the sensation only serving to heighten her pleasure. She whimpers in fear and enjoyment and all at once, it's just too much for the big pup.
With a howling cry of savage passion, the dog-kin throws his head back, clutching the kitten to his body. Deep inside, his body pounds and that dull ache dissipates. He shudders convulsively and his seed is released within. The hot splash, quickly followed by a second and a third, tips the impassioned kitten into the fires of her own eruption. Her cries join with his and their spirits commune in mutual vulnerability for that one sweet moment.
Still shivering, the kitten clings to the large, furry body. Carefully, he sinks to the ground, rolling to one side that he might cup her soft body against his, arms cradling her close. Once again his nose snuffles its way to her ear. He speaks quietly, tenderly and though his voice still holds that rough growl, she has no doubt of his intentions.
"You are my precious kitten, always."