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If you were to have told me when I first walked into this Hotel, I'd be tripping over the bartender, I'd laugh in your face and tell you to go fuck yourself.
Now? I'd still laugh but then I'd tell you I'd have him in my sheets by the end of the night. Have I managed to get the feline in my bed, however? Frustratingly, no.
Comedic isn't it?
It's been a few weeks since Adam's death during the last extermination. Nifty’s final blow triggered a celebration party amongst the staff that following night, drinks were toasted in honour of Sir Pentious, and Lucifer and Charlie cooked an amazing dinner.
The new hotel had a similar layout, however updated. The lobby felt more put together, spacious, but welcoming. The couches were set up to face one another around a mahogany coffee table for late night discussions and competitive game nights.
Surprisingly enough, the game nights were Husk's idea when Charlie had asked around for some bonding advice. Not a bad idea Whiskers, cards and board games pulled out the best laughs and entertainment within the group.
It wasn't long until things went back into its usual routine, Valentino booking my schedule full day in and day out. The amount of dicks that needed to be pleased just seemed to continue to grow, five a night, ten a night. Twenty a day.
It's exhausting. And quite frankly, not pleasurable. I gotta say, Valentino's sex drugs are the only thing keeping me in good favour with the prick. If I wasn't drugged up stiff, I'd be patting makeup over the bruises.
Tonight, however, was different. Valentino managed to get his claws on a total hottie, even I can admit to that. Her breasts were full and plump, waist tiny with an ass holding an entire bakery. Selfishly enough, my fingers were crossed that she'd become his new favourite. But I have doubts.
Val booked a total of four shoots on my schedule.
Four.
I'm taking that and I'm fucking running. Which is why I'm pushing open the doors to the Hotel a whole five hours early. Typically returning around two in the morning, but from glancing down at my phone, it had just turned 9:15pm.
I wandered over to the bar, my heeled boots clacking against the new polished floors. I looked around briefly when I noticed the absence of Husk, sliding into my preferred barstool.
Strange.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my social media platforms, scanning all the fan mail in my inboxes. I was responding to a few, the ones that showed respect towards me and my work, when Husk turned the corner from behind the bar.
The first time I saw him come out from back there, I must have shown so much confusion for Husk to give out an unprompted explanation that there's a bathroom just behind the bar. Convenient for the feline enough that Lucifer made sure to leave a bathroom intact during the renovations.
However, things… felt… different. Husk looked tired, but not his usual tiredness. The tired you'd feel deep within your bones after an extremely long day. Odd.
“Hey there whiskers” I cooed, setting my phone face down and off to the side, giving him my full undivided attention.
Husk simply grunted in acknowledgement, turning to gather the drinks for my cocktail. His ears were slightly down, tail giving irritated flicks. Even his wings look tense.
“Is everything alright?” I asked carefully, his behaviour stirred concern deep in my gut.
Husk turned and began working on my drink at the counter, as effortlessly as always, “Yeah, I'm fine kid” he replied, his tone stiff but his breathing was a little wobbly.
“Okay stop” I placed my hand atop of his working paws, feeling his body flinch under my touch. Holy fuck he felt warm..
“Come sit with me” I offered, gesturing behind me and towards the couches. I gave him a reassuring smile, removing my touch, “You look ready to collapse”
Husk's ears dropped completely at that, his usual grumpy expression filling up his features, “I am not going to collapse, Legs. I'm fine”
“Riiight. Says the ones whose ears are droopy. Come come” I slid off the stool, not waiting to see if the feline was following. I picked the loveseat, couldn't help myself, and sat comfortably, scanning over my shoulder for the presence of Husk.
I felt a smile tug on my lips, Husk sitting carefully, situating himself next to me with a heavy sigh. He brought his legs up, tail wrapping around in an attempt to self sooth, my smile dropped at the sight of his legs trembling.
“Wanna tell me what's going on? You're breaking into a sweat, Kitten” I purred softly, angling my body towards Husk's. I watched as Husk turned away, looking at the wall while the trembling took root to his entire body. This wasn't helping my concern.
“I uh… have a fever. That's all” he grumbled, tucking his chin against his knees. But I knew he was lying, his feathers always gave him away by puffing up, nevermind his body language.
I scooted closer, “Hm… try again.. Are you having a bad trip? Something with Alastor?” I prompted, unsure of what the problem could be.
Husk growled at the name of Alastor, I was getting somewhere, “Alastor… Yeah you could say that. The prick is forcing me to tend the bar while I'm not… exactly in the right mind space to do so. It's been…. Really tiring” He sighed heavily, exposing the amount of exhaustion the cat was feeling.
I nodded softly, understanding exactly how that felt, “Bad mental day?”
Hu shrugged, “Something like that… the fever wasn't… entirely a lie either” his tone sounded pinched, there's more he wants to say. I can see it on his face, the hesitation and uncertainty.
I glanced around, checking for any signs of staff or residents approaching but found none, “Huskers, you can tell me anything. Ya'know I wouldn't judge ya” I faced the sinner once more, “It’s just the two of us here”
Now it was Husk's turn to look around the Hotel, finding that I was telling the truth, “Angel, I…. ” he sighed heavily, eyes shifting to mine, “Uhm…. Well.. I'm uh… trans” he said the last part so softly, I'm surprised I even heard it.
I blinked away my shock, trying my best to show only positivity. Expressing shock isn't always the best idea in these types of situations, breeds doubt.
“Okay… Are you having dysphoria troubles?” I asked softly, retaining the eye contact that Husk was managing. Fuck, I'm so proud of him.
He shrugged, “Sorta?” he gave a second shrug, “I mean, yeah… but.. it's not…” he huffed heavily while trying to find his words. He untangled his legs from his tail and twisted his body to fully face me, hands opened in gesture while he tried to explain, “I have this thing… Uhm… I don't really know how to explain this. I have a female body… that's also a feline? So I go through uh… What I'm trying to say is.. I'm a cat demon with a woman's body. Which in a way makes me a female cat? So…” he trailed off, chewing on his bottom lip.
But I caught on.
“On earth you dealt with periods. But here, you're dealing with something a little more… intense?” I concluded for him, making sure to add the question to my tone. I didn't want to assume that's what happening but-
“Yeah, you could say that”
Damn.
I took a deep breath and turned away, “I’m gonna have words with that fuck” I muttered, Husk's ear twitched at my words.
“No, don't. I've handled it before, I can do it again” Husk said, worry and fear thick in his voice. Not towards me, but towards the consequences from my talking to Alastor. Another thing I understand all too well.
“But baby, you're…. Suffering. Do you have a partner I cou-”
“No I don't. I haven't.” Husk interrupted quickly, but sadness was the only thing I saw and heard. I cocked my head in confusion. Haven't? Haven't what?
“Haven’t what, whiskers?”
“I haven't had a partner”
“Not.. once?”
“Not once”
Holy shit.. Uhm… what? There's no way Husk is a virgin…. Holy fuck he's a virgin.
“What about back on earth?” I asked, trying to keep the surprise from my voice but it became obvious quiet quickly to Husk that I was surprised.
“Angel, I'm trans. That wasn't something that was happily accepted when I was alive. I hid it. I'd rather look like a man then be able to have sex” he explained. His trembling slowing to reside just within his thighs.
“Fair.. but didn't you try?” I asked.
Husk looked back towards the wall, heaving another sigh, “I did try.. once. I was in a relationship with this guy. I loved him and I wanted to be with him but I couldn't figure out how to properly tell him that I didn't have a dick. Eventually he found out, durning foreplay of all fucking things” there was a long pause, “He wasn't happy”
My heart squeezed. Shit. I carefully scooted closer, wrapping two arms around the feline demon. He tensed up immediately but didn't seem to want to push me off, “I’m so sorry, Husk” I said gently against his neck.
He softened up, returning the hug just as gently, knowing that the tremble in his arms were from his heat made my gut turn. Fucking hell, Angel, comfort him, not lust after him.
After a moment, I pulled away, a question heavy on my tongue, “Ya don't have to answer if ya don't want to but I'm deathly curious. What is it like? Your heat”
Husk blinked up at me a few times before giving another half assed shrug, “Uh.. like I've taken Viagra but I can't do shit about it. All my senses are on high alert, a simple caress has me shivering. Shit like that”
That's more detail than I expected, my heart warmed. He must trust me.
“And how long do they last?”
“Usually a week. The intensity grows as the days go on. I'm practically bed ridden on the last day” he slouched deeply, the look of his exhaustion returned.
“And today is?” I couldn't stop the questioning. Nor can I stop the other question flowing in my thoughts.
“Day three. That's when the.. need spikes. The first two are a fever with a dull ache. Now it's like an itch that I can't reach.. tomorrow will be more of that. Day five, my temper starts to slip, and day six and seven, all I want to do is fuck” he groaned sadly, a pout on his lips.
“Let me help,” I blurted.
Fucking- Someone come take my tongue away.
Husk stared up at me with pure unfiltered shock. Honestly, a cute expression on him, but right now, I wanted to curl up and die, “You…. Want to help?”
I sighed. Welp, no turning back I suppose.
I nodded, “Yes I want to help. Fucker, I've been pinning after ya since I first laid eyes on ya. I ain't gonna take advantage of your situation but my offer is on the table”
Husk watched me for a moment before nodding slowly, “I’ll uh… think about it?”
I gave him a reassuring nod, “Take all the time ya need kitty. I ain't going anywhere”
“Thank you, Angel…. Ugh, I need a fucking drink” He grumbled, pushing himself up off the couch and back towards the bar.
I laughed and followed after the bartender, “I’m right with ya on that one, baby”
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The sound of rhythmic vibrations stirred me out of my sleep, the groggily functions of my brain lazily fumbled around for my phone. Fat Nuggets squeaked softly against my chest, still asleep but aware of my upsetting movements.
I gave the pig a sweet kiss before unlocking my phone. My heart skipped a beat, noticing 13 unread messages under the contact name “Whiskers”
I got home later than usual tonight, around 3:36am. Valentino had me busting my ass for sixteen hours straight. Unfortunately, his new hottie won't be his favourite anytime soon. By the time I got home, there was a note left on the bar with a cocktail. Husk had gone to bed, wishing me a goodnight and a heavy cocktail as an apology for not waiting up.
It made my heart squeeze, like it always does when it came to Husk. But right now, there was an underlying panic that settled around my heart, Husk never messages like this… Unless he's shit faced. Then it's comedic.
I opened our chat, reading through his messages.
Husk: You're home right?
Husk: It's 3am
Husk: I left a note and drink at the bar for you
Husk: Shit, I can't sleep.
I looked at the time stamps, all within minutes of each other. My eyes flicked to the time, the numbers flicking to 4:36am. And he's still awake.
I read the rest of his messages, noticing the time gap between then and now.
Husk: I don't feel good.
Husk: I need your help finishing this bottle.
Husk: You're probably asleep. I saw you through the window, so I know you're home.
Husk: Should I call you?
Husk: I've been drinking
Husk: lol, wait, I think I already made that obvious.
Husk: Actually not lol, this is so stupid.
Husk: I'm losing my mind here.
Husk: At least I don't have to bartend today.
I chuckled softly, I loved when Husk drunk texts me, it's always a ramble of something. But I had a feeling why this man was awake and drunk at 4:30 in the morning, turning my amusement to anticipation.
Angel: Heat not treating you well?
Husk: Stfu.
Husk: Did I wake you?
Angel: Yeah, but that's okay. How're you feeling? Do you need anything?
Husk: I feel hot.
Husk: And drunk.
Husk: What's new though.
Angel: Just say the word and I'll come help you.
Husk: Right now??
Angel: Yes right now.
I stared at my screen, watching the text bubbles dance while Husk typed his response. Then they went away. Returned. Left.
Return.
Left.
Return.
Left.
Return-
Husk: Please?
I sat up, thumbs typing out a quick ‘On my way’ before getting out of bed. Of course right now, anything for my kitten.
Fat Nuggets made noises of protest but curled up against my warm spot on the bed. I snorted softly through my nose and tucked in the pig. I turned back to face the entirety of my room, my heart pounding.
I quickly grabbed some necessities, stuffing condoms into the pocket of my shorts and snagging my favourite bottle of water based lube. I hated the silicone shit, or the oily shit. The water based ones were always the smoothest feeling and easiest to clean. I also figured Husk would appreciate an easier clean and to not feel sticky or oily afterwards.
I pulled on my light pink fluffy robe and left my room, locking my door behind me. Not that I need to but a comfort nonetheless. Since the renovations, our rooms became further apart, taking a few extra minutes to turn up at Husk's door then what I'm used to.
But now that I'm here, my hands tremble with nerves. Me? A porn star nervous to have sex? Please.
But I couldn't knock. I swallowed thickly, my breath coming out in uneven jambles. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, raising my fist to rasp my knuckles against the door.
I stood, silence followed after the obnoxiously loud knocking. Everything seems to be a thousand times louder when it's either dark or when you're anxious. Why the fuck is that? It's annoying-
The door opened, Husk stood in nothing but a pair of sweats, a bottle of half drunken whiskey in his claws. He blinked up at me, fur matted with sweat and face pulled into an expression of sexual frustration.
“Does my consent even matter if I've been drinking?” he asked, lifting the bottle back to his lips. I carefully reached out, placing my palm on the lip of the bottle, lowering it back down. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me.
“Yes. It does matter” I said softly, taking the bottle away from him this time. I placed the liquor on a random surface amongst his… messy room.
I didn't think Husk would be dust free clean but I also didn't expect to walk into a depression pit… that oddly smelt like chocolate? Empty liquor bottles littered every possible space, clothes jammed into balls against the corners. Bed looking like a tornado slept in it.
Husk grumbled about his lack of Whiskey but didn't reach for it. Instead, he padded over to his bed and slouched deeply against the pillows and blankets that looked to be half assed tossed in place.
I sighed through my nose, picking up an empty glass off the feline's dresser before disappearing into his attached bathroom. Which was also unorganised. Clean. But cluttered. I filled the glass with cold water and went back over to the drunk bartender, sitting down next to him.
“Drink this. I'm gonna need you to be sober for me, baby” I cooed, toying with the tips of Husk's ears. I heard him mutter some words, but with his face pressed into his pillows like that muffled them into being incoherent.
He slowly pushed himself up, twisting into a sitting position against his headboard, taking the offered water. His ear twitched, a blush dusting his white fur around his eyes. He took a deep drink of the water, downing half the glass in two thick swallows.
I hummed happily and stood up, going back into the bathroom. I rummaged around his cabinets until I found a box of garbage bags under the sink. I unravelled one from the roll, shaking it open before making my way back into the sinners room.
I tossed every empty bottle I could find into the bag, cleaning up his room while he sat, sobering up on water.
“Angel… What are you doing?” Husk asked in a slow, deep voice. Whatever Husk has been doing for his hormones was doing him great justice with his vocals.
“Tidying up, Whiskers. What does it look like?” I teased, tossing another bottle in the bag.
“But why? This is my room” he pushed, finishing off his water.
I left the bag near the door, walking over and plucking the now empty glass from the elders paws, “Becaauuse~ I want to help you in any way I can. And I know that a messy room affects up here” I carefully poked Husk's forehead. I turned back to the bathroom, refilling his water.
When I returned, Husk was up and gathering his laundry, dumping it into a pile next to his full laundry basket. For a guy who's only seen wearing his uniform, he sure has a lot of clothes. Though by the looks of it, most are sweats and sweaters.
I held out the water, which he took and thanked me for. I watched him tidy up, visibly watching the effects of alcohol wash away with the steady supply of water. It always amazed me how quickly Husk can sober up.
We worked like that in comfortable silence, and before I knew it, the last thing that needed attention was Husk's bedding… along with the man himself.
I tugged the fitted sheet back in place, smoothing out the black covers. His bedding was soft, very soft. His comforter and sheets were tangled in balls, and once I shook them out, numerous feathers glided to the mattress and down to my feet.
I chuckled, shaking out all the feathers, “Jesus, Whiskers. How often do ya shed ya feathers?” I brushed the feathers to the floor, smoothing out the bedding before plopping the pillows in place.
“I dunno… a few a day maybe?” Husk grumbled, leaning down to gather up the discarded feathers. He straightened up and dumped them into the garbage bag, tying it off once he finished up. He straightened with a stretch, “That was oddly productive” he sighed, turning to face me with a lazy smile, “Thank you, Legs”
I gave him a wink, sitting down onto his mattress. I slowly crossed one of my legs, “Not a problem… but there's still one thing that needs attention” I purred softly, gesturing to Husk to come forth.
I watched his shoulders stiffen, the nervous flick of his tail, to the heavy swallow at his throat, “Angel.. I…” his voice died, nerves clearly immobilising him to do anything further.
I stood up and walked over, gently taking Husk's hands into two of mine while a third cupped his fluffy cheek, “It’s alright baby… I've got you” I said softly, pressing our foreheads together, “Just breathe with me, okay?”
I felt Husk nod against my head, his chest raising and falling in time to mine. My hand lowered from his cheek, placing my second set on his upper arms, rubbing soothing lines up and down the limbs, “There ya go, relax baby”
I felt the tension slowly ease off the older cats shoulders, his breathing becoming deeper and more relaxed. I lifted my head, gazing down at the golden eyes that watched me, I could practically see the trust dripping from them alone.
I took a step back, then another, and another, guiding him to follow me back towards the bed, “Lets talk sex” I offered, sitting down and patting the spot next to me, encouraging Husk to sit.
He did, more enthusiastically than I would have figured. A very good sign. He looked at me with curiosity, showing his interest towards my offered topic, “Talk about… what exactly?”
“Our limits. This is your first time, yeah?” I prompted, wanting to make Husk know that nothing will happen if he deemed it.
He nodded to my question, “Yeah it is… I'm not sure what my limits would be though” he confessed.
Alright, no biggie.
“Okay, let's start with mine. I'll go through my limits, agree to whichever you think would be one of yours, make sense?” I asked.
Husk nodded, “Sounds easy enough”
I thought deeply, trying to find some limits to share that wouldn't scare off the poor thing, “Bondage around my ankles. I'm okay with wrists, I'm okay with gags, but nothing around the ankles. You?”
Husk chewed his lip, thinking over the words before sharing, “I don't think I'm okay with any bondage. At least, not as a first”
I nodded, agreeing with his choice, “That’s understandable. I wouldn't have expected that from you anyways. Bondage is a work up too, not a jump into. I mean, sure ya can if ya want but nothing wrong with testing waters”
Husk chuckled softly, “I’m also not indulging with.. dirty talk” he cringed at his sentence, showing his distaste for that type of speech.
I laughed softly, “Awwh what? Come on, that's the comedic part”
Husk's ears flattened softly, “Comedic? What's comedic about someone saying: Come on, take it ya nasty little slut, beg for this cock- like what? No thank you”
I stared at him for a moment before bursting out with pure unfiltered laughter. It must have been contagious because not long after, Husk's laughter joined in.
“Okay, nevermind, I see the comedy” Husk admitted, “But it's still off the table”
“What about praise?” I asked, propping my chin up on my once again crossed knee. I was enjoying our conversations a lot, and judging by the way Husk held himself, he was having fun as well.
“Praise?.. I'm not entirely sure. It's on the table for now” he concluded, drawing a nod from me.
“Alright, I'm down to explore that for ya. Let's see…. What about any pain related actions?” Husk didn't seem like the masochist type to me, but one never knows, all that matters is I've directed the conversation more about Husk then myself. Not that mine aren't important, but I knew nothing crazy was about to happen tonight.
Husk flinched at the question, “Uhm… Pain?” he seemed baffled that I even asked, “I never understood the concept of.. pain for pleasure. Pain is pain, right? If it hurts it hurts”
“Well, that is true, but for some, the intensity of their arousal can twist the feeling of pain into their pleasure. If you're curious, we can explore it”
Husk showed his disinterest immediately, his body betraying his emotions of unease and discomfort, “Mm.. maybe not tonight”
I gave a soft chuckle, “Okay, not tonight” I lifted one of my hands, reaching out to toy with Husk's ear once again. They're incredibly soft for whatever fucking reason, I just wanna give scratches.
My fingers slid behind his ear, scratching at the base deeply. My eyes widened as I saw Husk's flutter close, brows furrowed gently while a deep rumbling noise emitted from his chest, “Husk, baby, are you purring?” I asked, unable to keep the smile from my words.
His eyes opened just a crack, his blush returning, “What of it?” his words came out in a breathy tone, the actions of my hand earning great results against Husk's heat.
“I think it's lovely” I shuffled closer, a second hand showing his other ear attention, “Such a beautiful sound” I remained focused on Husk's body language, testing the praise for him like I said I would.
I watched his eyes close again, his face scrunching up into a whimper, though no noise came out of him besides his purring. Interesting..
I added in some gentle caressing of his arms, giving him time to adjust to the new touch before moving to his torso, fingers raking through his fur slowly but firm, dragging out louder purrs than before, “How’re ya feeling, Whiskers?”
He nodded his head quickly, swallowing. His eyes opened, quickly finding mine, “Good” his voice was wobbly, cheeks flushing even deeper, “Keep going”
My cock throbbed.
I carefully stood, guiding Husk to sit properly at the edge of the bed. I knelt, though with my height, I wasn't that much shorter than Husk. One of my hands slid down to cup the back of his neck, pulling him forwards to meet my lips.
I kissed him slowly, lightly, giving him the space to back off if need be. But he apparently had different intentions, pushing his mouth against mine eagerly.
Two can play that game, kitty.
I pushed back, matching his energy. I moved our lips together, pleased to find that Husk can follow along. My hands continued their gentle exploration of the feline's body, his purring continuing its steady thrumming. I grazed my teeth gently along Husk's bottom lip, encouraging him to open up. He does, sliding his tongue in first.
He took the lead, battling me into a sudden yet very welcomed makeout, his paws pulling me closer, his knees parted on either side of my waist. Fuck, I could get drunk off his kisses. I moaned into his mouth but when he froze up and pulled back, I feared I ruined the moment.
“Hey, it's okay… it's okay, baby.. what scared you?” I rubbed gently at his outer thigh, looking up at his nervous face.
“How real this is.. I know you know but..” he trailed off, eyes shifted away from mine.
But that rejection all those years ago still hurt.
“Husk, in the most positive way, I don't give a fuck. You're still a guy to me. Dick or no dick” I gave him my usual flirtatious wink.
Husk blushed, catching sight of my wink, “Okay but.. You go on and on about how much you love dick”
Hm. Got me there.
“Hmm, I get enough of that at work. I suck until my throats raw, and I get fucked until my ass is numb. You're perfect just the way you are”
“Are you sure?” Husk's eyes held all of his uncertainty.
Damn it..
I stood up, untying my housecoat and allowing the fabric to fall onto the floor. At night, I typically sleep with nothing but shorts on. And if ya know me as well as anyone else, all my shorts are tight fitting.
It didn't take long for Husk's eyes to drop down to my pelvic region, they widened once they noticed the stiff length snaking up to my hip bone, “Does this answer your question, baby cakes?”
Husk swallowed, his gaze glued onto my hardened cock. He slowly reached out, both paws hugging my hips, guiding me closer to him. I didn't say anything, allowing the feline to explore on his own.
His paw slid over the curve, a small hiss dragged from my lips. He paused, drawing his hand back but I quickly took it and returned his palm back onto my cock, “It’s okay. I'm okay” I reassured, “You can continue”
His eyes held mine for a beat. Two beats. Before he returned his attention. He dragged a claw carefully up my length, then back down. He palmed at me, massaging the appendage through my shorts. His touch was inexperienced but curious, honestly it felt better then anything I got on set, and my pants weren't even off yet.
I breathed heavily through my nose, not wanting to startle him with more sound. But he started to push that when I felt my shorts grow looser and looser until they too hit the floor. My breath hitched, his hand enclosing around my base, dragging it up to the tip then back down, slow and repeatedly.
What? I don't wear underwear to bed, shoot me.
“So gentle” I cooed, caressing the side of Husk's face, my expression soft.
He looked up at me, “Too gentle?” He asked, but his hand didn't pause.
“Squeeze a bit more” I coaxed, though a groan rolled off my tongue when Husk's paw tightened around my length, causing my hips to buckle, “Yes, just like that” I lolled my head to my shoulder, watching Husk through lidded eyes.
Husk's purring had died down, but I could have sworn I heard a whimper. I bucked my hips again, “Faster.. please”
Husk obeyed, jerking me off at a moderate pace. My head fell back and I moaned out loud, the noise just barely over a whisper, “Yes, fuck.. Good boy” I cooed.
His hand paused, I looked down. Words of apologies immediately formed but the look on Husk's face drowned any concern. His eyes were wide but his face was more red than white.
I grinned, “Is that a good reaction?”
He opened his mouth, but words failed to come out. His body began to tremble once again, he squeezed his thighs together.
I held onto Husk's wrist, guiding his hand off me, “Oh no no, we're not gonna do that” I cooed, carefully pulling apart Husk's legs.
He made a noise of embarrassment, fighting my hands, “Angel, Angel wait!”
I froze, eyes snapping up at Husk, “Red light?” I asked, unsure of his sudden resistance.
Husk looked troubled but he shook his head, “No but… I just… ” he took a deep breath, “I’m still scared” he confessed.
I knelt back to the floor, nuzzling my face into his thighs, “Oh baby, don't be scared… You hold all the power, I'm just here for the ride. You wish is my command”
I felt him shiver at my touch, and could smell the lust coming from in between his thighs. He smelt heavenly, my mouth watered, “May I?” I asked, barely attempting to keep the lust from my voice.
I waited though, waited for Husk's greenlight, and once I got it, I didn't hesitate on pulling his most definitely damp sweats off. And I was pleased to see no underwear, twinning at its finest.
I tossed them blindly, hands rubbing soothing lines on Husk's thighs, his trembling both from arousal and anxiety, “Can you open your legs for me, baby?”
Husk's blush grew darker, if that was even possible. He shook his head, thighs pressing against each other once more.
I gave him a patient smile, continuing my soothing caressing, adding in a second pair but to his chest, scratching like before. I waited to speak until I heard those purrs, until I felt the body infront of me relax once more, “I ain't gonna touch ya until ya open those pretty legs of yours.. like I said, the ball is in your court, Whiskers”
Husk huffed out an annoyed sigh, “Fuck you and your supportive bullshit” but I knew he was grateful. He suddenly laid back, adjusting his wings behind him. I watched his chest rise and fall, breathing deeply in an attempt to relax.
My hands continued to sooth his thigh, others playing with the fur on his lower stomach and hips, waiting. I could wait all damn day if he wanted me to.
Slowly, Husk opened his legs, breathing out a shaky breath of nerves. My hands dipped into his inner thighs, gently caressing the insides then outside, then back inside again. Though my eyes were fixated on the exposed wet vagina in front of me. He looked so needy, so ready. So slicked and prepped. Fuck, what does this heat do to him?
“You’re gorgeous” I groaned, pushing my face against his inner thigh, inhaling deeply. Husk whined softly, hips wiggling.
My hands slid down to Husk's calves before hooking themselves under his knees. I lifted up his legs, supporting them on my shoulders, “Are you ready?” I asked, eyes flicking up to where Husk had laid back.
He had an arm thrown over his face, chest heaving as if I'd been pleasuring him already, “Y-yes. Yes I'm ready” his voice was nothing less than pure hornienss. Another fantastic sign.
I lowered my mouth upon him, tongue licking a strip up against his pussy, flicking against his swollen clit. His hips jerked, knees tightening around my head, but I didn't care. I dragged my tongue against his folds, savouring his musky taste and the gasps that my ears caught.
I held onto his thighs and buried my mouth against him, sucking, licking, and teasing everything I could get my mouth on. It's been… a very long time since I was with a partner that had this anatomy, but Husk was soaking up everything I was giving him.
His whines and whimpers were like music to my ears, but I wanted to hear more. Draw out more. I wanted to see what this kitty could do.
I slipped in a finger, his wet hole swallowing it like it was nothing, a groan left Husk's chest, his walls clamped down around my finger as I worked it in and out, allowing him time to get used to it before adding a second.
Husk hissed, followed by a pained whimper, but he didn't stop me.
I stilled my hand once I was knuckle deep, eyes flicking up to Husk but my tongue remained busy. I watched him pant and sigh, feeling his walls relax. I closed my eyes once more and began to finger fuck him, slowly and carefully, exploring my way into finding out what Husk loved.
I picked up the pace with my arm, thrusting my fingers more firmly than before, curling them towards myself as I stroked back out. Husk squirmed his hips in discomfort, I tried a different angle. His breathing hitched, I added more force.
Husk's hips buckled hard, back arching off the bed as a deep throated groan tore out of him, hands balling into the bedding under him.
Found it.
I sucked hard on his clit, abusing the bundle of nerves that I found, my fingers penetrated him harder, chasing out louder panting and whimpers.
“Fuck fuck fuck” Husk chanted, lifting his head to gaze down at what I'm doing, my eyes already locked on him. His face scrunched up with pleasure, a paw tangling itself into my hair, “Don’t fucking stop” he pleaded, dropping his head back down onto his bed.
I wasn't planning on it one bit.
Husk's hips began rocking up into my mouth, his breathing becoming more erratic. His walls flexed around my fingers, his hand gripping onto my head like it was life support.
He was getting close. Should I? Shouldn't I?
I hammered my fingers into his G spot, sucking like my life depending on it. I listened to Husk's loud panting before he suddenly breathed in sharply, his body grew taught, his legs tensing, his breath held-
His knees tried to snap shut, hips jerking uncontrollably against my mouth. I felt his clit throb against my tongue, his walls clenching down around my fingers. He was cumming hard from the way his body jolted upright, curling around my head.
Silence followed, his body quaked. I slowed my actions to a stop, and once I stopped, a long moan tore from the cats throat before collapsing back against the bed, panting like he had just ran a marathon.
I sat back on my heels, licking my lips, “Good boy.. How did that feel?” I asked, resuming the soothing caresses on his legs as I carefully lowered them off my shoulders.
Husk panted a few more breaths, “I saw stars” he commented, pulling a laugh from my gut.
“Ya saw stars, whiskers?”
“Uh huh” he breathed, though his body still trembled with aftershocks. The blissful lazy grin on his face burned into my memory.
I cooed softly, “Awhh.. That must've felt so good”
Husk nodded, a smaller whimper sounding in his throat. He suddenly readjusted his position, completely naked, he rolled up onto his knees perched on the edge of his bed as his paws pulled me in closer. I watched him as he took hold of my base.
“Husky, ya don't have to if ya-” but my words were cut off by a low gasp as a barbed tongue dragged against the underside of my tip, up until it nudged my slit.
Husk clearly wanted to, sliding my tip past his lips. He sucked, twirled his tongue, bobbed his head, teeth grazing occasionally. Hand down, one of the best blow jobs I've ever had and it was so sloppily done it was pathetically adorable.
My hips stuttered, Husk drawing deep chested moans from me. He quickly learned what I liked and disliked, adapting quickly, adjusting his jaw, fuck me, he was even trying to relax his throat.
A hand tangled into his fur between his ears, head falling back, “Fuck, good boy.. you're doing so fucking good” I moaned, trying to keep my hips as still as possible while Husk groaned around my cock, head bobbing.
His tail thrashed behind him, the fur puffy. He pulled off with a gasp, ears dropping back once more as his eyes held mine. He jerked my length quickly, tongue flat against my tip as he caught a few breaths of air before diving back in. The look his eyes held was nothing short of pure lust, thick as honey.
Another hand joined on Husk's head, my hips stuttering into his mouth in short barely contained thrusts, whined and moans falling from my lips. It's not often I get head, great head being a rarity. But right now, Husk was bringing me close to an orgasm way quicker than Val's drugs.
“Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum,” I moaned, looking down as Husk worked my cock, watching it disappear and reappear from inside his very warm and wet mouth. A shiver went down my spine.
Husk didn't even slow his pace, continuing to swallow it down like he was addicted. His room filled with the sounds of his mouth on my dick, his occasional choke, the random slurp, the gasps of air, my moaning and whining. It was all so erotic.
My hips snapped forwards, I held Husk's head down with two hands, my face scrunched up as I shot down Husk's throat, a groan forcing my throat raw.
I felt Husk curve in on himself as his choked, I felt his throat contract as he swallowed my load whole. I quickly pulled off, the lustful daze no longer clouding my thoughts, “Shit shit, sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to choke you”
Husk's head bowed, his palm face up as if to catch something, but nothing fell from his lips. He slowly looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine, “That was fun~” he purred, standing up on his knees.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, drawing me in close, “Now fuck the shit out me” he growled playfully, eyes lidded with a drunken like smile.
My breath hitched, shocked at Husk's sudden bold behaviour. I felt him shake against me, I could see the slick sliding down his inner thighs. His face could put the sin of lust to shame from how clouded he is. His heat must have reached its peak.
I gently places my hands on his waist, guided him back towards the bed. I bent over and swiped a condom from my discarded pocket, abandoning the lube.
Husk rolled onto his hands and elbows, properly displaying his ass, his tail hung low as a tease, the fluffy tip swaying happily. He looked over his shoulder at me, giving his ass a small wiggle.
I laughed, pulling myself up onto the bed, resting on my knees. A pair of my hands found Husk's offered ass, rubbing and massaging at the flesh while the second pair dealt with the condom wrapper.
Husk whined, his patients wearing thin. In all honesty, I've never felt more proud and impressed by the feline. I knew relatively well what he had described feels like, the sudden sexual need that seems to suffocate you. Valentino burned those feelings deep into my blood.
“Please… please hurry up.. please” Husk begged, rocking back. I glanced up, seeing his eyes glaze with tears. His ears remained flat, wings twitching slightly with discomfort.
I dragged a hand up the length of his spine, then back down, “Shhh… I know baby I know. It must hurt, doesn't it?” I asked gently, tossing the wrapper aside. I rolled the silicone rubber in place, making sure it's on snug and proper.
Husk nodded, a small sob leaving his lips, “It hurts.. I feel so empty and hot” he panted, nuzzling into the pillow he had pulled over to hug.
I lined myself up, my hands holding his hips still and continuing soothing messages, “It’s okay baby, I'm right here… ready?” I asked, rubbing up against his slick entrance eagerly, but I stayed planted in place.
Husk nodded enthusiastically, “Yes yes, yes I'm ready, please, please don't make me wait” and I suddenly realised, this was no longer the Husk I knew. This was a heat intoxicated version of Husk, he no longer knew which way was left and which way was right, only aware of the heat inside and the emptiness he felt.
I didn't wait for any further encouragement, pushing myself in. I hummed at the warmth and groaned along with my baby when I felt his vaginal opening give way, allowing me to slide in all the way to the hilt.
Husk quivered under me, face buried deep against the plush pillow. His shoulders trembled, his thighs trembled, his core trembled. I sat still, allowing him time to adjust. I leaned against his back, careful of his wings. I nuzzled my face against his neck, “You feel amazing, baby” I gasped softly against his ear, “So fucking amazing” and I was telling the truth.
Husk squeezed around my cock, drawing a groan from my lips. He panted softly, wiggling his hips in an experimental friction. He whimpered, rocking back against my hips until his ass moulded against me perfectly.
I gave his hips a firm squeeze before holding them still, retracting from deep inside until I plunged forward, the thrust stern but not rough. I gasped softly but Husk grunted into the pillow. I did it again, and again, and again, until I was fucking into feline in a steady moderate pounding.
Husk's panting and whimpers turned into subtle moans and heavy grunts, I could feel the quiver underlying in his body, his ears still flat and twitching.
“How’re we doing, baby?” I asked through my panting, slowing just a bit to give him the chance to answer.
He lifted his head from the pillow, turning to glance at me from over his shoulder, “I said to fuck me. Not tease me with this bullshit” he jerked his hips sharply back to match my thrust.
His back arched, eyes falling shut as a louder moan fell from his mouth. He opened his eyes and locked them with mine, a grin forming on his slacked mouth, “Just like that”
I felt my cock twitch inside, snapping my hips forward just how he showed me. I moaned deeply, adjusting my position until I was slamming into Husk like there was no tomorrow.
Husk was moaning so loudly, I couldn't hear my own grunting, my hands held onto the spare flesh of Husk's hips in a tight hold, no doubt leaving bruises but Husk continued to mewl under me.
“Fuck, yes! Good boy!” Husk slammed his hips back into mine, his head fogged from his heat. His praise coiled deeply in my gut. Fuck, this is incredible. My hips continued their mission, fucking into the person I fell in love with.
Husk dropped onto his chest, sobbing his pleasure into his pillow, tail thwacking me as it spasmed from the pleasure.
One of my free hands gripped his tail, wrapping it a few times before giving it a pull.
Husk wailed.
Our moans were loud, unfiltered, echoing against Husk's walls. The thought that maybe we were too loud briefly flashed across my mind, disrupting my rhythm. I snapped my hips awkwardly, angling downwards, ramming against Husk's lower stomach.
The cat arched his back, panting so heavily I feared he might faint. He sat up on his knees, pressing my back against my chest, his wings flapping out erratically as we continued to pound into each other. He leaned his head back against my shoulder, arms twisting to hold onto me while he moaned freely, his stomach bulging ever so slightly.
I twisted my face down to his shoulder, leaving soft but sloppy wet kisses against his fur, a hand sliding down his front until my fingers found his clit once more. I teased and stroked, our pace strong and desperate.
Husk sobbed, his hips quivered sharply, jerking against my assault on his sensitive cunt, his claws dug into my thigh, a wet line sliding down my skin, but I didn't care, if anything, it encouraged me further.
“Fuck baby, you're doing so fucking well” I growled into his shoulder, feeling the burning white hot sensations snake around my belly, “Fuuuuck… fuck I'm not gonna last much longer” I sobbed, having not felt this type of intense pleasure in a long while.
Husk's moans turned into harsh panting once more as he tried to get words out, “Me… too… fuck.. Angel- baby, fuck….. bite me” he blurted.
“Bite you?” I asked through a whimper, my forehead pressing against his shoulder, eyes shut tightly as I fought the burning coil, wanting Husk to cum first.
“Please fucking Bite me, Ang- AH!”
I bit down with all my force, right at the junction between Husk's neck and shoulder. I felt his hips spasm, uncontrollable gasps and moans, even cries tore from his throat, his canal clamping harshly on my cock, the pressure so intense, I buried balls deep, groaning heavily while I rode out my second orgasm. The taste of iron filled my mouth, liquid dripped past the corner of my mouth and down my chin.
I had opened his flesh.
I removed my mouth, panting heavily as I inspected the damage. Luckily, it only bled from a few punctures, the blood was already slowing to a stop.
I placed a firm hand against Husk's stomach, feeling the harsh raise and fall from his heavy breathing, “Take deep breaths baby” I sighed softly against his neck, pushing him close against my chest, setting a comfortable and relaxing pace to my own breathing.
He shivered and twitched, soft moans continued to fall from his lips from the aftershocks of his second orgasm. His eyes remained shut, mouth slack. Honestly, I'm pretty sure the guy will collapse if I let go of him. But his jumbled breath slowed to my pace, “Good job, just like that”
Sob.
I froze, the sob that echoed in the room was not one of pleasure. I dragged my fingers up and down his torso, placing gentle kisses up and down his neck and along his jaw, “Shhh… it's okay”
Another sob, harsher this time.
I carefully slid out of Husk, guiding the both of us down onto his bed, “I know, baby, I know, that was a lot wasn't it?” I pulled him up onto my chest, rubbing soothing circles on his back as Husk broke down into a fit of sobs.
I continued to comfort him, sweet words, gentle kisses, and soothing touches kept my kitten grounded, his sobs soon turned into sniffles. It wasn't a long cry, relaxing my concerns. The male was just overwhelmed, “You did so well baby, it must've hurt for so long”
Husk sniffled, nuzzling his head up against my jaw, “I feel like I can breathe” he mumbled, voice raw from his previous vocal use.
I rubbed between his wings, “Yeah? I'm assuming that means you're feeling better?”
“Hmmm..” he hummed, his body weight dropping more and more against my body, but I didn't mind, I wasn't gonna leave his touch any time soon, “Much better… ” his voice had softened, and at the end of his sentence, a soft snore punctuated the end of his communication.
I kissed his forehead, shrugging ourselves under his comforter, “I’ll always be here for you, Husky…. Always”