"That was interesting."
Persia Catherine Hostile hugged her man Hector after a lengthy adventure in the halls of Fort Apache. After a hardcore orgasm that led Persia to enact a bloodcurdling feline howl that brought curious residents to open their doors in a fright the loving couple were back in the elevator out of sight. Too late to discover the exhibitionist lovers they suspected what they missed out on. Persia was well known in these parts, she and Hector often going for public displays. Void of the two perfect specimens included a third party in Janitor Neal Downes on his knees wearing cum on his face from Hector's unexpected retreat, Persia's juices making for a dangerous high tide that swept him out to see. Eyes bulging at his neighbors looking impressed the very single Neal seemed certain he might have company of his own later. Hector was one hell of a matchmaker. Neal's problem was...his neighbors weren't sure which sexual preference the man had. He was on his knees. Downes for the count!
"Rode up with Neal back there. He seemed like he needed cheering up."
"Your back up plan was brilliant!" She fondled his cock stimulating it back into a ball bat hoping he still wanted to hit another home run. Persia's sexual appetite was immeasurable!
"Been a long day. Let's go to bed before I get another call from Dispatch." He kicked his clothing from the elevator floor into his penthouse apartment intending to pick them up later.
"I can let you sleep. I'm certain I can find a few mice willing to play with me."
"Ohhh, no!" He picks her up with rippling muscles, "You're not wandering away, I might not see you again for another two months. Do I gotta cage your ass up?" He made his way to their bedroom where a thick fluffy King size bed awaited. Of course she had shed all over the covers. Frowning he tossed her on the mattress and popped his neck. "ASSume the position Kitty LiTaire!"
"Mmmmmeow! Take my Tigger by the tail."
"Neal did that for me, but I'll bite." As she rolled over on to her front she hiked her ass in the air, her poofy tail curling up over her back. Crawling in behind her he lined up Boagard as he nicknamed his penis, knowing he had one hell of a Boa Constrictor. Head forced inside a very tight sinkhole Persia extended her claws and shredded the comforter, eyes rolling back at the delightful pressure of his thrust.
"You didn't bite my bottom." She hissed.
"I'll get there, don't rush me." Having to swat her fanning tail out of his face he snarled, "Brush me neither, you're gonna make me sneeze." His nostrils tickled he guides her tail aside and lays over her forcing her body flat. Tearing up her anus she screamed time and time again. "What's that Kitty? Can't hear you!" He goaded her into more theatrics. Gripping her hair was easy enough, she was all hair. Choking her seemed more befitting.
"There's my keeper collar!" She giggled, "Restrain me Baby."
"You say that until I do pin you up, then you get pissy."
"It's in my nature and you know it. Goddammit! Hit that asshole Hector!" He did indeed! His thick beast of the field was magnificent as it lifted away from pink ripples of interior membrane, then hunkered back up with piledriver precision. His fingers prying her mouth wide revealed her razor sharp fangs and a wagging tongue. "God I love you."
"Then fuckin' prove it. Stop runnin' off every five fuckin' minutes. Morgana's starting to think she and I are a couple."
"I'll scratch that Britty's eyes out."
"You know you won't! She may be a bitch but she's tough. We need people like her at Fort Apache."
"She's evil. Cat's know these things." She mumbles with her mouth drawn wide by his fingers. It sounded more like "Catch gnaws these thinks."
"Then why do you and her hook up every time you're in the City? Come on we're all one big family. She knows you're my true love. 'Gana just likes my pecker."
"She likes every guys pecker."
"And you don't?" He laughs and hits her even harder garnering a hissed, "Yesssssssssss!" Boagard had taught her his native tongue. Nutting in her extremely hard he pulled out slowly just to observe his final spits of white venom shoot into her cavity. Once achieved he dropped his wet cock down an inch and pierced her labia with very little effort having stretched it earlier.
"I thought you were tired." She grumbled awkwardly, his fingers still prying her mouth wide.
"Figure of speech and you know it. My metabolism doesn't require much sleep. Adrenalin is always spiking."
"That's why I married you."
"Anniversary's comin' up next month. We celebratin' or you goin' on the road again?"
"I'll make the effort to be here. I promise."
"That would be a second. In five years of marriage you've only been here the first year."
"I always make it up to you."
"There's more to a marriage than make up sex Per. You being here when I get home after a hard day would be nice."
"I love hard days."
"I've had enough!" Removing his fingers from hooking her mouth he lifts away from her cunt and rolls off to her side. "Don't even roll on top of me. I'm tired of your abandoning me. I understand your feline wanderlust...lust in general...but let's face it...we're having problems."
"You're the one having an issue with it. I'm devoted to you Hector. That's why I always circle back."
"Uh huh! When it's in your best interest. Go sleep on the couch."
"Excuse me?" She flared her eyes.
"I mean it! Get the fuck out! When you can commit longer than a few days we'll talk."
Easing off the mattress Persia pouts and watches him roll over on to his side, the wounds she inflicted him with earlier healed up nicely due to his unique DNA. His physique was hard to walk away from but her mind was simply torn. She worshipped Hector, but his demands were not appealing.
"I'll sleep on the terrace. The sun feels wonderful."
"You do that. The safety grid will be invisible by now. Don't go chasing birds. Long drop down."
Saddened she headed outside and stretched out on the rooftop terrace and contorted her body to lick herself clean. Tantalizing her own twat she ate herself out. Flexible she was! Curling up in the sun she napped.
Thirty minutes later Hector snuck up on her and gripped her tail. Dragging her back to bed left claw marks on the ground. Not the first time! He was afraid to let her out of his sight again.
Let the squalls continue.
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A knock on her door ended Sister Valentine's all too short of nap. Uncomfortable being seen in the slutty clothing that Morgana Knight gave her she used her blanket to wrap herself tightly before answering. Creaking the door open shyly she found a young woman standing outside with pinned back blond hair and glasses, oh, and a face mask to protect her from germs. She looked shy herself which offered a glimmer of hope in her nightmare thus far.
"Hello!" The girl spoke up her glasses steaming up due to her mask. "I'm here to escort you to see Doctor Lucien."
"Okay! Can you give me a moment to put on my robe?" Dirty or not her Nun's habit was the only garment she felt comfortable being seen in.
"I was told to take your laundry to be washed once I showed you to the Doctor's office."
"Oh!" She knew they did need a good cleaning. "Well, alright! I'll just strip the sheet off my bed and wrap myself for the walk. Excuse me a moment." Closing her door to the girl V removed her blanket and did indeed wrap herself up until it looked as if she were going to a toga party.
While waiting on her in the hallway the blond succumbed to a ticklish nature as she tilts her neck to the left, feeling warm lips kissing her. Hands moving up her t-shirt squeezed her breasts in a delightful manner. Whispers of, "Not now! I have a job to do. Come by my room after work and I'll give you some." She felt the lips of God tugging on her earlobe making her fan herself with rapid fingers.
"God...stop it! She will open up the door any second now. What?" She listens to him, only she able to decipher his language on a mental level. He had no true voice that could audibly be heard. Telepathy was something the girl was accustomed to. She could hear him where most others couldn't. Being a mutant APOZ gave her that edge while looking perfectly normal otherwise. This made the girl the perfect messenger to overhear any thoughts of betrayal or impending danger brought into their house. The only thing was she had to be right next to them to snoop. Luckily V in her room was safe at the moment.
Hearing the door open God removed his hands from her tits and she tugged her shirt down from its lifted state. Of course it was hard to hide her arousal, nipples cresting brilliantly beneath her yellow tee. She folded her arms as if recovering from a chill to mask herself.
"Okay! I'm ready now. I didn't get your name, I'm Sister Mary Valentine." She offered her only free hand in friendship.
"I'm Twyla! Can I shake your hand after you get your physical? I'm not supposed to touch you."
"Oh! Of course!" V recalls her hand and holds her robe. "Do you want my habit?"
"I"ll have you put it in the laundry chute. You're the only Nun we have at Fort Apache so there's no need to write down who owns your outfit. I work in housekeeping so I'll bring it back up once it's sanitized and washed good."
"Bless you Twyla! The clothing Morgana gave me is..."
"Humiliating?" They walked together toward an elevator. Just before reaching it Twyla pointed out a laundry chute and V hesitantly placed it into the slot on the wall watching it tumble down into the darkness. Sadly she considered the possibility her uniform was going to hell.
"Yes! Please be careful with my robes. They're all I have."
"I will. Ms. Wright is...dark. She likes to make people miserable, but she does have her moments. Once you get to know her she's not...all bad."
"I hope not! I'm certainly not trained in Exorcisms. How old are you Twyla?"
"20!" She opens the elevator and the two of them enter. Three but God went unnoticed.
"That was the age when I joined the Convent. No wait! I was 19 still." She looked up apologizing for her lie.
