Lawrence took his time putting his underwear and slacks back on, all the while watching his beautiful kitten lick his semen from both sides of her arm.
She really did seem to relish it. Her thighs were still squirming, and she made tiny "nnh" sounds every few seconds. She really did look like a cat with her little tongue dragging up over the back of her wrist.
"You'll mark your pills with an X on the calendar, every time you take one," he began.
She nodded a little, and kept licking.
"And you'll mark your periods with a droplet."
She paused, and tilted her head to the side.
She was trying her best to listen, but he could tell her arousal hadn't been tamed at all.
Should I save this for later, perhaps?
He needed her to understand, though, and quickly. He didn't want to wait days or weeks. But with her eyes foggy with lust, she must be struggling to follow along.
"Here, kitten. Let me help."
He took both her hands to draw her up to him, catching a glimpse of the soft fur under her arms. He let his hands trail down through that fuzz, lingering for a moment on the way to her hips, where he undid the button of her jeans and gave them a push. She followed the motion through, removing them the rest of the way, leaving her underwear behind.
The panties were soft pink with a tiny bow in the front, which surprised him a little. Joy was soft and smooth and beautiful, but not overtly feminine. He couldn't recall what panties he'd removed from her before, but had thought for some reason that the blues and greys of her hoodie and jeans would extend to every layer.
This was better. A small excitement just for him.
But he'd spent himself already, and he had things to explain to her. "Hands and knees, please."
He kneeled next to her, and stroked her back and sides as she lifted one arm to lick another smear of semen from it. "Good girl."
She purred under his hand, pressing up to him.
How perfect,
he marvelled.
Well, nearly. Perfect would be her fertile body aching for his, caterwauling and begging him to breed her. Perfect would be his seed finding her egg; implanting a piece of him inside of her to grow and swell her body.
I have to make her understand.
He slid his hand down over her bottom, rubbing and working his way around the outside of her panties. Soon his fingers found the folds of her vulva.
She was sopping. He had no idea the thin fabric could contain so much.
He teased at her labia, feeling how engorged they'd become. Her clitoris must be swollen too, but he avoided it for now. He just teased and stroked along her labia.
Before long, Joy was whining and mewing, trying to press herself down onto his fingers. But each time she tried to impale herself on them, he pulled them away a little further.
