Hunt in the Manor

(Adapted from an RP with my friend--I was playing Cy :3)

"Mwah."

Cypress feels lips press against his cheek, and rolls over lazily in bed, sleepy and warm.

Large hands cup his face, pulling him in for a kiss. "Hello, my good boy," a low voice says.

Cy smiles, eyes closed, stretching with his face still held, then his eyes slit open to look over at the person holding him. Greyson Hellsmile, every feature of his body shades of monochrome as though all color has been drained from him, except for his eyes which are a strange dark red, almost maroon. Tall and dark and lord of this manor, trafficker in shady dealings and possessor of wealth of unknown provenance, the Master, the Demon...and the person to whom Cy has recently pledged his service. "Good morning, Master.~"

"How are you, Dear One?" One of Grey's hands slides up to rub Cy's large, soft ear while the other goes behind his neck, pulling him in for a deeper kiss.

"I'm goo--

mrrr

." Cy interrupts himself as he leans into his master's hand on his ear, making a small sound in the back of his throat, which continues as he is pulled in for the kiss. Greyson's hand slips lower as he reaches down and pulls Cy's narrow hips closer without breaking the kiss. Cy's body slides toward him, naked skin soft and very warm from being under the covers.

Greyson wraps an arm under him and suddenly rolls the catboy on top of himself, kissing the top of his head as he settles it on his collarbone and neck. Cy's warm body acts as a little blanket for Greyson's torso, his naked legs falling on either side of one thigh. "Such a warm kitty," Greyson murmurs as he pets Cy's back to the base of his tail.

Cy sighs and relaxes into Greyson's body, then squirms slightly, pressing in a little more as his master's large hand slides down his back, involuntarily rubbing himself against his thigh. As Greyson's fingers brush Cy's tail, he shudders, and Greyson feels something twitch against his leg.

Greyson chuckles. "You're a very sensitive kitty aren't you?" he murmurs as he rubs Cy's back, playing gently around the base of his tail, stroking the fur, feeling the bumps of his vertebrae. "I thought people weren't allowed to touch this?" Greyson blows softly in the floof of Cy's ear while he continues to tease his tail. "Are you sure you don't want to stop me?"

Cy tenses as Greyson gently plays with his tail, his breath catching, fingers digging unconsciously into the other's chest. His ear twitches wildly as Grey blows in it, eyes rolling up slightly as both sensitive spots are teased at once. "It's not

not

allowed," he pants, "it's

when

they touch it, and

how

.... And also

who....

Some people can't be trusted."

Cy raises his head up to look at Greyson, large golden eyes very close to his face. "I trust you."

Then his mouth stretches into a mischievous grin. "But I can fight you about it if you want me to.~"

Grey kisses his grinning mouth. "Do you know how you made my heart beat, when you said 'I trust you'?" He glides his hand fully along Cy's tail, all the way to the tip, making him twitch and flex and purr, and he feels a small wet spot form on his leg.

"You may fight me any time you like," Grey says. "I think you deserve every favor." His cock grows against Cy's thigh, reacting every time the catboy makes one of his cute, helpless sounds.

Cy creeps up closer to Grey as he strokes down the entire length of his tail, arms tucked up between their bodies, face burrowing between Grey's shoulder and neck. "It can't be beating any faster than mine was when Master called me 'Dear One'~" he whispers in Grey's ear. Then he nips it playfully and leaps away from him to the other end of the bed.

Tail up, ears alert, he is poised on all fours, ready to run. "NO ONE can touch my tail!" he declares loudly. "You wouldn't like what happens if you do, so don't even try!!" He shows his teeth, the very end of his tail twitching back and forth madly, eyes bright.

Greyson's eyes hungrily follow the catboy as he suddenly springs off his chest, a red light starting to glow slightly in their depths. For the first time this morning he can see Cy's cock, and it's standing as straight as his tail, with a small shiny drop on the end. He suddenly pounces at Cy, payback for his taunting, stretching out and catching his shoulders to pin him face-down to the bed before he can leap away, ass still in the air.

"Mewrgh!!" Cy lets out a startled sound as he abruptly finds himself held to the bed in front of his master as though kowtowing before him, as he badly misjudges the reach of Greyson's long arms. He turns his head sideways to not smother in the blankets, struggling to get loose, but Greyson keeps him down easily even as he shifts his hold on him, and Cy suddenly feels his cock rubbing against his head and face.

Cy whines in protest, but he is unable to get even his face away from the prodding dick, let alone escape. Then Greyson leans down and licks his lower back, beginning to bite and nibble right above his butt. Alarm shoots down Cy's spine, feeling his mouth so close to his tail, and he squeals, legs straightening. He gives up on trying to go backwards and somehow scrambles

forward

between Greyson's legs, twisting in a way that does not seem humanly possible. He pushes and claws his way across the rumbled blankets until he gets free and tumbles over the edge of the bed, landing on the floor with a

thump

that sounds far louder than the size of his body warrants.

There is a pause. Then the top of Cy's fluffy head pokes up, large eyes and pricked ears the only things visible, looking at Greyson, before he ducks back out of sight.

"My my my. Cats really are liquid!" A grin is forming across Greyson's face, the thrill of the hunt in full swing. His body is growing subtly larger with his mood, and a lupine tail that he definitely did not possess before starts waving as his eyes fix on the spot where his quarry disappeared.

"Well now," his voice roughens and deepens as he speaks, Cy's actions arousing his bloodlust, "you'll be

mine

, Kitty. --Mine in a way you can't avoid!" He leaps off the bed to claim his prey.

Greyson lands towering above Cy, eyes glowing red through the shadows that seem to gather around him as his body grows and changes. Cy takes one look up at him, ears laid back and pupils blown wide, and immediately scrambles under the bed. He keeps going all the way, not stopping as he comes out the other side and runs half on all-fours, getting fully to his feet just as he reaches the door. He grabs the door jamb with one hand, bare feet skidding on the floor as he uses his grip to propel himself around the corner with an alarmed glance over his shoulder, puffed tail the last thing whisking out of sight.

The air crackles as the Wolf bursts over the bed after him, shreds of fabric and feathers exploding up as the frame cracks under his powerful legs. His enlarged body surges across the room and he snags the door frame seconds after Cy lets it go, but the massive torque of his greater weight and blasting speed causes the frame to twist and fracture under his strong fingers. His large feet plant against the far wall, digging into the wood as he takes two running steps sideways along it, using it to redirect his momentum to complete the turn. His hands make contact with the floor and dig into the carpet as he tears after Cy, grabbing at every side table and door frame in the hallway to speed his body forward as he rips down the hall, scattering destruction in the wind of his wake.

Cy's heart thunders in his throat as he sprints flat-out, hearing the sounds of the Wolf exploding across the bedroom. He had been

trying

to get his master to chase him, but this is

far

more than he had bargained for; his dick is throbbing with aroused terror. He jumps in fright and stumbles as the Monster's feet hit the wall before he comes tearing up the hallway after him. Cy goes down rolling, but keeps his momentum, landing back on one foot and then the other, continuing his sprint without breaking stride.

Shit shit shit, FASTER!

Hearing that massive, terrifying creature blasting after him, Cy reaches the top of the stairs and almost jumps straight over the banister before he thinks better of it at the last second. He skids around the corner on all fours, feet first, fingernails clawing at the carpet, and leaps down the first half-flight, tail windmilling in the air so he lands on his feet.

He crashes bodily into the wall and uses the rebound to turn himself, dazed, toward the next half-flight. He leaps down that one as well, landing slightly off-balance, his jump hastily-aimed. He has no idea where he's going--he has not been in the Manor very long, and in any case his brain is entirely in flight mode, the thinking part offline. His eyes register daylight at the end of a hallway and he is already scrambling toward it before his mind has a chance to catch up.

The Wolf bursts through the hallway doors and sees Cy jumping down the second flight of stairs. He leaps over the banister, pulling strongly on the rail to rocket himself faster toward the floor. Every beat of his heart sends adrenaline raging through his veins, and his larger frame is driven mad by the one and only thought: '

Catch this fucking Kitty

.' The floor at the bottom of the stairs bursts and splinters on impact, and he shoots out his long arm, the very end of Cy's tail just slipping through his grasp.

Some part of Cy's mind was expecting that the Wolf's larger body and greater momentum would take longer to navigate the stairs, and he lets out a terrified shriek when he seems to materialize right on top of him in a horrifying crash of splintered wood. Cy leaps forward, sprinting faster than he ever has in his life, feeling a hand brush a few hairs of his entirely-puffed up tail as he just barely manages to evade him.

Cy's quick changes of direction have barely managed to keep him ahead of the Wolf, but now he has inadvertently trapped himself in a tunnel with no bends, and his tiny, lithe body cannot outrun the wicked power of Hell's Hound. Some sound or rustle of air tells Cy to duck as the Wolf catches up in an instant, leaping forward with arms outstretched.

Cy wide eyes are all pupil as he watches the Wolf sail over his head, the catboy just out of reach below him. He twists in midair to land on the ground in front of Cy, skidding to a stop with two feet and one hand. Cy throws his weight back desperately to evade the reach of the long arm grabbing again for him, only to have his feet slip out from under him as his momentum slides him forward, ending entirely under the Monster's powerful, crouching body.

Their noses are practically touching, with Cy on his back in a splayed crab walk position. The catboy freezes, muscles stiff with surprise and terror as he stares up at his Master, seeing his altered form clearly for the first time. The waistband of his pajama pants can barely hold him, and it is clear that his raging heartbeat has pushed blood into every part of him, his accelerated cell propagation growing all his organs along with his muscles and bones. He glowers over Cy, six foot five inches, with a ten-inch cock barely concealed by the tight outline of his straining pants.

Then a massive hand on his chest pushes Cy down, pressing the air out of him with a squeak as he is pinned to the floor under the Wolf's now 250-pound weight. He can feel Cy's shallow panting breaths and the manic beating of his heart, ears so flat against his head that he almost looks human as he stares up with wide, terrified eyes.

The Wolf looks down at the catboy's cock, and sees that it has not gone down from their cuddling, in fact, it might be wetter. The hummingbird speed of Cy's heart under his palm sends a smile across his face. "Heh, Heh, Mine!" rips through the Wolf's heavy ragged breath, between the teeth in his wide, hungry grin

The possessive, ravenous words cause Cy's paralysis to suddenly break, and he struggles desperately, seeking any leverage in his powerless position. He plants his feet on the floor and tries to arch his back, tries to twist inside the Wolf's grip like he did earlier on the bed, small hands pushing against his captor, tail lashing frantically.

The Wolf presses down a little more and hears a small, "Eep!" come from Cy as he leans forward and bites into the collar around his prey's slender neck. Cy yowls in alarm to have him so close to his throat, breath hot on his skin, the collar tightening around his neck, pressing in from all sides. The Wolf's teeth drag along Cy's skin, his jaws becoming smaller as his body drifts down into a more reasonable size.

"That's quite enough running from you," Greyson says, petting Cy's head and running hands down his body to stroke his cock. He licks and nibbles and cuddles and bites, and even though Cy

knows

this is his Master, whom he trusts, his body is too filled with adrenaline for it not to feel the caresses on such sensitive, vulnerable spots as threats to his very existence. He continues to writhe, growling now, trying to squirm free, but despite his flexible contortions, Greyson is careful not to give him any opening.

Then Greyson's arm clamps down around Cy's body, holding him tightly against his side. Cy tries to resist, to push back, but his master's other hand reaches over and grips the nape of his neck, where kitties learn to go still when their parents carry them.

"M-mew!" The small sound is surprised out of Cy, but he already feels his body going weak, his limbs feeling heavy. Greyson stands up and walks out of his stretched-out pants, carrying Cy's limp form like a parcel under his arm, arms and legs dangling, the tip of his tail--slowly losing its puff--gliding just above the floor.

"Ashe! We'll need to make use of the guest room," the Master calls, "...And we'll need a new bed in mine." Greyson carries the catboy down the hall, both of them naked now, and Cy registers his voice only distantly as he gives orders. Here and there other servants peer around corners and out of doorways as they pass, to see what all the commotion was about. They glance at each other with knowing smiles--just Master playing with the new boy.

Cy's eyes are somewhat glassy and vacant--he can see the people they pass, but there seems to be a barrier between his brain and the input his body is sending, caused by the heavy dissociative effect of his master's firm grip on the back of his neck. Greyson takes him into the guest room, and lays him face down on the bed, legs sticking over the edge. He hovers over him, never releasing his scruff as his free hand massages and pets Cy's back and ass, watching for signs that his overwhelming urge to flee is easing.

Greyson can still feel the tension in him, however, so he moves him up entirely onto the bed, letting him lay loosely half-curled on his side, his grip on his scruff changing to a softening, calming massage. He had planned on catching this little kitty and fucking him into the ground, but the strength of Cy's lingering reaction calls for a change of plans.

"You seemed really scared, my good boy." Grey says softly, climbing up on the bed and laying down facing Cy. "I don't think you need any more roughing up." His hand is still wrapped around to the back of Cy's neck as his fingers knead into the tense muscles. The changing pressure sends alternating waves of warmth and paralysis down Cy's limbs as Grey activates and then disengages his scruffing instinct over and over. He can see Cy's wide eyes, in spite of the fact that his limbs are instinctively loose, so he hugs him and kisses him softly, moving his mouth around to his neck, and servicing his nipples.

"Mmmmah- mwahh -mmm. I love you my good boy," He licks a nipple. "And I want you to know...you're okay." The very tip of Cy's tail twitches slightly, his loose limbs stirring and drawing into a more natural position as Grey's hand keeps partial control of his body and mind as he soothes him, keeping him from continuing his flight. His heart rate gradually calms down, his eyes no longer huge, as Grey runs his hands and lips and body all over him, stroking and kissing and caressing him, telling him that he is okay, that he is loved.

Grey wraps his arms around the small catboy and hugs him close, slowly moving his massage on his nape down to the rest of his body. Cy lets out a long, deep sigh, as Grey entirely releases the back of his neck. He begins to tremble, muscles shaking slightly, as though the effects of the adrenaline had been held at bay by the scruffing, and now can finish running their course. Grey continues to massage and comfort and kiss him while he shivers, trailing himself up and down Cy's body, returning to his face to deliver more gentle kisses as he soothes him into a loving calm.

The shaking spell eventually passes, leaving Cy voluntarily loose and sleepy in Grey's arms, his ears fully relaxed from their anxious position, the tip of his tail softly curving and straightening, curving and straightening.

Grey licks his neck. "Cy. My good boy?" Cy's breathing picks up slightly at the praise, and then Grey kisses him and gently caresses his ear and the catboy shivers all over, stretching like he has just woken up. "May I touch your tail?" Grey kisses him deeply.

"Mmmmmmm..." Cy makes a contented sound as Grey kisses him, his body unconsciously bending, lifting towards him. His golden eyes look up at Grey. "Please, yes," he says in a quiet, earnest voice. "Please touch my tail!"

Grey reaches under his arching back and lifts up his light hips, easily moving him wherever he wants. Cy gives a small cry as Grey catches his cock in his mouth, ears sloping back, cheeks flushing. Grey sucks softly as his hands play along Cy's lower back, fingertips drifting around the base of his tail area, ever closer but not quite touching it itself.

Cy twists slightly, muscles flexing, short little restricted whines and gasps escaping as he tries to stay still but is unable to succeed entirely. Grey can feel the tension building as he piles on anticipation and arousal with his teasing. Cy's cock stops growing in his mouth as it reaches its limit, and precious little tastes keep forming on his tip. Now that he has asked for it, Cy wants to feel that touch

so

badly, but Grey keeps teasing him until he feels like he is going to explode.

Then Grey's fingertips cross from skin to fur, and there is a

thump

in Grey's mouth as Cy's dick smacks the roof, and his whole body arches in pleasure. The feeling zings through him and straight to his dick, toes curling and fingers scrabbling uselessly at Grey's arms as he moans sharply. "Mmmlsh dash my good boy," Grey mumbles around his cock.

He places his hand on Cy's back while lifting his legs to rest them on his shoulders, then drags him closer off the bed, lifting him as he stands. Cy's world spins, inner ear momentarily confused as he goes from head tilted back on the bed in arousal to suddenly upright sitting on Grey's shoulders. He opens his eyes to find himself trapped six feet in the air, with Grey's hand on his back and his cock in his mouth as he sucks him. "Mmm my could boi, and hish yummy cock."

Cy adjusts quickly to this new perch, but then Grey's free hand starts to run down his tail, causing him to buck into his mouth every time. Cy clings to his head, heels digging into Grey's back as his legs grip involuntarily. "Master, I-I can't...!" His words are interrupted by a strained moan, and he gasps for breath. "It feels so good, Master, I don't know how long--!" After that chase and so much teasing, such strong, deliberate stimulation feels like more than Cy can stand.

"MMYesh, look at thish cock twitch. Mmmam. Nishe and good in my moush." Grey can feel Cy trying to arch away from him to not cum too soon, but he holds his hips and slides him back and forth, deep and shallow in his mouth, overriding his efforts with his superior strength. He runs his hands down Cy's tail, but stops when he feels the precum gush. Despite the way Cy is shaking as he tries to keep from cumming without permission, he lets out a whining sound of loss and disappointment as Grey brings him so incredibly close to the edge, only to let go of his tail at the last possible second.