[ his ears go alert and his eyes go focused in a way that doesn't seem to be faked, for the most part, and he leans up to try to snatch the mouse between his hands. ]
[ tempting as it is to let him have it right away this is endearing and he did say he wanted to see how she'd try bullying him, so she pulls the mouse back again - further, with the bulk of her body weight, leaning back against the edge of the bed ]
[ honestly just sounds absolutely tickled, per usual as amused as someone can get without actually laughing, reaching to pat his head with her free hand. distracted, the hand holding the mouse goes still. ]
But you don't seem very bullied, do you...? Um - I guess I might have done it the wrong way . . . you and Luci are really different too, aren't you...?
But we were playing just a little while ago, and you're having fun being petted right now, aren't you...? It's true that I don't know that much about animals other than humans, but doesn't that sound like a pet cat?
[ as if to test that, she gives an ear a slow scritching, deliberate, prolonged as she shifts her weight off of the bed, attempting to sit herself in his lap ]
[ works her fingers against the base of the ear more firmly, settling down straddling his lap, comfortable; her free hand shifts to cover his, just holding it gently, loose enough for him to move ]
Wild animals don't love being patted this much, do they? I don't think they make noises like that, either . . .
[ shudders briefly as his hands trail up her sides, pausing for a moment in scratching him, in teasing him, in everything save for the anticipation of being touched more, feeling him even closer than this,
when she speaks again it's soft, the smallest tremble to her voice ]
If it's just Luci, and me - ... that's what I was saying, wasn't it? That you're our pet . . . ?
[ he doesn't reply -- instead tips his head in, and nips sharply at her neck, aiming to draw a bit of blood. beneath her, though, it'll be easy to feel his cock half-hard as he ruts up towards her. ]
[ lets out a soft, sharp whine, pulling the collar of the shirt she's wearing lower as she cranes her neck, baring it to give him easier access to the whole of her throat
appealing enough on its own, feeling him harden against her in the context of their conversation settles heavy and warm in the pit of her stomach, intermingled with an affection and endearment distinct from the satisfaction she tends to feel - he's cute. he's always cute, she thinks, but could it be different like this? ]
Did you like being bullied that much...?
[ it's murmured a little lamely; as much as she wants to feel out more of that reaction, pleasant as the prospect of having learned enough to tease him somewhat is, her focus for it is starting to fade in favor of his mouth, his hands, the cock beneath her - she grinds her hips down against him with a deliberate care to it, aiming to coax him into a full erection, cunt already grown hot within her tights ]
[ he takes the invitation to suck a red mark into her neck after he's bitten her, then drop another mark further down her neck - - it's hard to tell if he's growling or purring at this point, pleasure mixed in with an irritation at being ~~bullied, his cock easily fully hard at this point.
his barbs catch at her tights as he moves up - - they're not sharp enough to rip but definitely enough to strain as the base of his cock pushes up against her cunt. ]
[ altogether, his warmth and weight and scent are too much. how genuine it all feels, the dull throbbing of her throat making his presence all the more salient, reality all the more solid -
after all, per usual, it hurt a little at first. if she were dreaming, she would've woken up by now. but here she is on top of him, the sound of him so low, so close it sends a jolt through her, stokes the embers in her gut and pushes out all other thought as it settles resonant in her mind; it rings in her ears as her voice scrapes shallow out her throat, in light, hitching breaths,
of course it's real. of course he is real, but each time it occurs to her is more wonderful than the last, she's sure.
and setting her arms at his shoulders, she clings to him. her hose are tight and smooth to the touch but each spine she encounters prods and stretches at the fabric, breaking the monotony - as if bolstered she carries on; she rocks herself firm against the edge of his cock, slow but more forceful than he might recall, with unrestrained need for greater friction, heat and moisture growing where she's connected them. her fingers curl stiff and frustrated behind his back as if to tear the nylons to pieces themselves, short nails jabbing at his skin - harmlessly, but present, pinching.
under his mouth, too, it's obvious - if her pulse were any quicker, if it pounded any louder than this, he might not need the lynx ears to hear it. ]
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[ jiggles it in front of him for a bit, tail pinched between her fingers before pulling it back, abruptly ]
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[ honestly just sounds absolutely tickled, per usual as amused as someone can get without actually laughing, reaching to pat his head with her free hand. distracted, the hand holding the mouse goes still. ]
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she startles, preoccupied at the time with petting him - right. the mouse. more than forgetting, she let her guard down -
so she just rubs at his head with both her hands instead, affectionate ]
... See? You're a good cat, aren't you...?
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being pet is nice. he tilts his head into that with a slow, rumbling purr starting up. ]
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soft, more to herself, ]
But you don't seem very bullied, do you...? Um - I guess I might have done it the wrong way . . . you and Luci are really different too, aren't you...?
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I figured it'd be hard for you to do.
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[ a hand drifts down from his head to scratch just under his chin, tentatively ]
Even when you seemed a little embarrassed to act like a cat, you got comfortable with it really quickly when we started playing with the mouse . . .
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[ he tilts his head back for that. rrrrr ]
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[ nice. putting a little more pressure in since he seems fine with it ]
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[ the mildest indignance. even as he does the nuzzling into her hand again ]
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idea. after a pause, thoughtful, ]
But we were playing just a little while ago, and you're having fun being petted right now, aren't you...? It's true that I don't know that much about animals other than humans, but doesn't that sound like a pet cat?
And you're really cute too, aren't you?
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Lynxes aren't meant to be pets.
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[ as if to test that, she gives an ear a slow scritching, deliberate, prolonged as she shifts her weight off of the bed, attempting to sit herself in his lap ]
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[ works her fingers against the base of the ear more firmly, settling down straddling his lap, comfortable; her free hand shifts to cover his, just holding it gently, loose enough for him to move ]
Wild animals don't love being patted this much, do they? I don't think they make noises like that, either . . .
I wonder what that means for you?
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[ some kind of half-hearted defense, as his fingers travel up her legs to her sides, breath huffing out hot ]
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when she speaks again it's soft, the smallest tremble to her voice ]
If it's just Luci, and me - ... that's what I was saying, wasn't it? That you're our pet . . . ?
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appealing enough on its own, feeling him harden against her in the context of their conversation settles heavy and warm in the pit of her stomach, intermingled with an affection and endearment distinct from the satisfaction she tends to feel - he's cute. he's always cute, she thinks, but could it be different like this? ]
Did you like being bullied that much...?
[ it's murmured a little lamely; as much as she wants to feel out more of that reaction, pleasant as the prospect of having learned enough to tease him somewhat is, her focus for it is starting to fade in favor of his mouth, his hands, the cock beneath her - she grinds her hips down against him with a deliberate care to it, aiming to coax him into a full erection, cunt already grown hot within her tights ]
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his barbs catch at her tights as he moves up - - they're not sharp enough to rip but definitely enough to strain as the base of his cock pushes up against her cunt. ]
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after all, per usual, it hurt a little at first. if she were dreaming, she would've woken up by now. but here she is on top of him, the sound of him so low, so close it sends a jolt through her, stokes the embers in her gut and pushes out all other thought as it settles resonant in her mind; it rings in her ears as her voice scrapes shallow out her throat, in light, hitching breaths,
of course it's real. of course he is real, but each time it occurs to her is more wonderful than the last, she's sure.
and setting her arms at his shoulders, she clings to him. her hose are tight and smooth to the touch but each spine she encounters prods and stretches at the fabric, breaking the monotony - as if bolstered she carries on; she rocks herself firm against the edge of his cock, slow but more forceful than he might recall, with unrestrained need for greater friction, heat and moisture growing where she's connected them. her fingers curl stiff and frustrated behind his back as if to tear the nylons to pieces themselves, short nails jabbing at his skin - harmlessly, but present, pinching.
under his mouth, too, it's obvious - if her pulse were any quicker, if it pounded any louder than this, he might not need the lynx ears to hear it. ]
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