‘Oh, Mistress,’ her wriggling worsened, ‘please touch me more!’ Not making her wait, Saoirse firmly groped her still-tender breast and pecked down to her chest. When the caresses became scratches with a pinch on her nipple, Elva melted and pulled her Mistress in.
Unconscious of being turned onto her back, Elva writhed as Saoirse teased her. The tender gnaws to her sore bust were welcome, but her need inflamed.
Shuffling her thighs together—despite the fuzzy feeling against them—Elva held her lip and implored, ‘Mistress, I need you to touch me—!’ She gasped when Saoirse slipped down to smooch her stomach and trace her hip.
“Did you want me to touch your clit, my kitten?” Mistress wondered when Elva didn’t think further.
Elva whimpered, ‘Yes, please, touch my clit, Mistress!’
“Good girl.” Before Elva could struggle, Saoirse forced her knees apart and slid down further. She felt warm air on her nub before a careful lick made her thrash.
When Elva reached for her hair, Saoirse teased, “You really wanted that, didn’t you, kitten? Well, allow me to satisfy you.” She pressed in, leaving Elva to call out.
‘Oh, Brigit, I missed you, Mistress!’ she grieved with the lustful laps.
As she pulled away, Saoirse wondered, “You missed me? I haven’t left your side for the last—!”
Elva’s legs wrapped around her head while she implored, ‘Just touch me, Mistress!’ Saoirse chuckled before enthusiastically complying. Elva shuddered as she was pleased, yet somehow, the twitches of her tail weren’t bothersome until Saoirse grasped its base.
‘OH, oh, Mistress,’ Elva choked as her heart dropped with the queer hold, ‘don’t—stop!’ After Saoirse began massaging it, Elva started heaving, “I—I’m going to—!” With a sharp cry, she thrashed while the pressure overflowed. Elva became lost in her Mistress’ touches, locking her in place until her knees buckled.
“Good girl,” Saoirse tittered as she was released, still caressing Elva’s erect tail. The strange sensation made her dizzy while Mistress inquired, “Are you enjoying this, my kitten?”
Speechless, Elva shivered through deep breaths before pulling Saoirse in again. ‘Can you—touch me more, Mistress?’
“With pleasure, my kitten.”
As Saoirse lowered her lips, Elva lurched when it was accompanied by a new grasp on her tail. Something slowly twisted around the bushy limb and Elva quickly realized, ‘Is that—Mistress’ tail?!’ After it reached her rear, hugging her in a comforting coil, the tip slid up to tease her slit.
Whimpering anew, Elva couldn’t think when Saoirse wondered, “Would my kitten enjoy having me in her?” Peeking to a smug grin between her thighs, she finally let Mistress go to cover her blush. After a chirrup and a short nod, Elva wheezed as Saoirse slipped in, tugging on her new appendage.
When biting her finger didn’t stifle her whines, Elva reached for the pillow behind her. Before she could cover her mouth, Saoirse yanked it away. “I want to hear every adorable sound you make, kitten,” she snickered before pulling on her bud and pressing further in.
Elva’s wails turned shrill when the intrusions intensified. “Mistress,” she squeaked, her toes sticking out as she grasped the bedcover. “If you keep—I’ll—!” Saoirse became impassioned, and Elva was breathless before she cried out.
Convulsing, Elva fell into bliss while her Mistress persisted. She desperately tossed and turned before her clit was released, taking hoarse gasps while her legs hung limp.
Shivering from a caress on her thighs, Elva was dazed when Saoirse asked, “Are you still enjoying yourself, my kitten?”
Only able to think about their tails, Elva choked, “I—I want you—to be—cruel—Mistress. P-Please.”
If Saoirse did more than cackle, Elva didn’t notice as her Mistressʼ nails sharpened. She heaved when they slid over her skin, but before she could clutch the sheets again, Saoirse took her waist to flip her over. Yelping in her fluster, Elva couldn’t keep her lids open as she was lifted off the bed by her hips.
Her knees already trembling, Elva grew hotter as Mistress laid on her back and pressed her chest in. “Keep that cute little ass up for me, my kitten,” she whispered before biting her shoulder. Closing her mouth made Elva purr and Saoirse snicker, but the escalating pleasures muddled her thoughts. Struggling to keep still, Elva fell into the cushioning before her locks were clutched. “I said keep your ass up,” she demanded over Elva’s moans, “and don’t muffle that pretty voice, my kitten.”
When an ear was gnawed while Mistress pressed in just right, Elva’s eyes rolled closed while she wailed. “Good girl,” Saoirse complimented before nibbling again.
Her daze worsened as the teeth sharpened, while her scalp was scraped between tight grasps. The tugs on her tail tightened as she was fervently pleased; Elva was speechless, pulling on the bedsheets as the thrusts hastened. “Mis—,” she whined, struggling to keep her rear up while Saoirse passionately pressed on her. Groaning when her other ear was nabbed, Elva thrashed as the shifting of their tails became too much.
Her shouts worsened as Elva pulled against her Mistress’ hold, thoughtless while the tingling heightened. Lost in the delights, Elva slipped onto her stomach and writhed. Her face only stayed aloft by Saoirse’s grasp, but she was soon eased onto the soft bedding with the release of her curls.
At the slight retreat of Saoirse’s tail, Elva quivered and reached back. “W-wait!” she yelled. Nearly sobbing while she thrashed, Elva begged, “I-I’m sorry—I can’t keep—my—a-ass up, Mistress. Please! Don’t stop yet!”
Through the haze, Elva scarcely heard her Mistress chuckle before hushing, “If that’s what my kitten needs.” Saoirse relaxed onto Elva, petting her hair and pressing her into the bed. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, kitten. Are you ready to be satisfied now?”
With an unsteady purr as Saoirse eased back in, Elva implored, ‘Please!’
Her head was scratched before a tight grasp left her agape. A forceful push to her desire knocked the wind out from her, but Elva screeched as Saoirse’s nails drug up her right side. Grasping the sheets, Elva’s whimpers heightened while her Mistress chewed on her ear.
‘Ooh—oh, Bri-gi—!’ her voice cracked while her daze worsened. Her body inflamed, though Saoirse only became more enthused as Elva fell back into bliss.
All she could feel was her Mistress’ heat and the fierce sensations she imposed. The tingling waves continued while Elva limply fell, slipping into a numbing trance. The intensity slowly lessened, starting with the dull stings on her head, though her senses lit up again while Saoirse left her empty. Only able to whimper and shudder as her ecstasy faded, Elva writhed under her Mistress until she was turned around.
Elva clutched Saoirse when they faced each other, pushing into her bust to keep the heat from dissipating more. She wheezed upon noticing the strong twitches of her tail were still stifled in a pleasant hold. Finally, as her hair was petted and she more clearly heard the caring chant, “Good girl,” Elva calmed, purring to her Mistress’ comforts.
A titter was added to the praise as Elva nuzzled while light scratches made her float. Her heart fluttered with her Mistress’ affections and Elva soon lamented, ‘Why—couldn’t I have lasted longer.’
Saoirse’s chuckles renewed while she tiled Elva’s chin up. Her joyful smile invigorated Elva when she mentioned, “There’s still plenty of time for us to have fun, my kitten.” Rising from the bed, Saoirse touched her collar and produced a glowing lead within her palm before commanding, “Come, my adorable pet. The day has just begun, and there’re so many more ways I want to play with my kitten.”
—Spoiler—
Elva fell into her role as a pet quite quickly, finding odd comfort in the sensual play. What else does Saoirse have in store for her kitten? Things seem to be going to plan for now, but will everything stay that way? Perhaps something unexpected can add some real spice to this already heated play!
—End Spoiler—
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