Heads-up: This one contains urine (watersports). But you do get a little bit of warning ahead of time. Hopefully that's of some help for people who aren't into it. :)
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When they awoke together in the early hours, Lawrence's arm was asleep after all. But he hardly minded, as the memories of last night came flooding back.
Joy stretched herself out, languid with her back against his chest. Then she looked up, surprising him with the adoration in her round, grey eyes.
In what dream world was he living, hosting such a soft, warm creature in his lap?
He touched her abdomen, tracing his fingers from her sternum down to her belly, and she laughed. He did it again, just to listen to her.
This could be addictive.
"Daddy, why do you call me little kitten?"
He smiled too, realising it wouldn't be as obvious to her.
"I first noticed you inside the store, looking at the shelves. You were like a kitten, padding along on tiptoes, entranced by the littlest things."
Another laugh. "I wish I were a cat."
He smiled at that. "Mew for me again."
"What?" She tilted her head at him, puzzled--and amusingly catlike.
He shifted her closer against his body, and slid one hand smoothly down past her belly button. Grazed her soft pubic hair with all four fingers, finding her slit; dropping his middle finger down between her labia as he rubbed.
"Meow for me again. Be my little kitten."
Her eyes were wide, her breathing shallow. "...Yes, Daddy. M-- meow..."
"Again."
Her thighs tensed, but parted for his hand. "Mew, mew!!"
Tingles traveled through his pelvis, and his penis began to swell against her lower back.
He kept away from her sore entrance, rubbing around her inner labia and up above her clit. Firm and slow. Grinding against her back, enjoying the ache she'd planted in his groin.
"Little kitten, I'm going to breed you again. And you're going to meow for me while I do."
"But it-- Daddy it still hurts--"
"Shhhh." He shifted forward with her, moving her to her hands and knees.
Her whimpers were so futile, and she grasped on to the cushion in front of her, as if to brace herself, as he pressed her right knee aside with his.
"Daddy please, please be gentle with me!"
His heart raced in anticipation, but he resolved to restrain himself for as long as he could. He slid one hand along the gentle curve of her side and the rise of her hip. Her skin was soft and smooth, though she quivered under his touch.
With his other hand, he guided his penis between her legs, rubbing its side against her vulva.
"Ah--Meow!" She managed to correct herself through her surprise.
"Good girl."
He continued rubbing slowly, feeling the drip of her fluids--and his own semen from last night--around his shaft.
How her insides must still ache and burn from his violent intrusion just hours ago. Her first taste of a man's body filling hers.
Her folds were already swollen and parted for him.
Inviting.
"Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please don't hurt me, Daddy!" She mewed loudly again, burying her face in the cushion.
He paused for a moment then, leaning forward to pet her head reassuringly.
Again and again he stroked, until he felt her muscles relaxing, and could hear her breath slowing. Her hair was so delicate, and so soft. She let out a gentle "mmm," like a purr, as his fingers dragged through it.
Until he curled them, tightening his grip.
"Little kitten," he responded finally. "I am going to hurt you."
He pressed his penis against her entrance now, letting her feel the tip; the threat of it stretching her again and making her hurt and cry.
She whimpered.
"It's okay to scream if you need to."
