Sometime later, you’re awoken by an odd sensation – something furry and warm is clinging to you, and you can feel pointed pressure on your shoulder. Is it some kind of hairy vampire? A demon? Something horrifying?

 

Oh, it’s just Clare.

 

Who is currently clinging to you like a body pillow, holding your legs with hers and clutching you tight. Somehow your shoulder got pressed against her face, and her top fangs are poking into your skin. And she’s drooling all over.

 

As you attempt to wriggle free from her grasp, her eyes flutter open and she lets out a yawn, relieving the pressure of her pointed teeth from your skin. She blinks a few times, then smiles happily at you and licks your cheek.

 

“Good morn…evening~” she says cheerfully.

 

Typical ‘morning’ behavior from her, though you’ve no idea how she got you away from Savannah without waking either of you up.

 

Gaining awareness of your surroundings as you wake, you then realize it’s well into the evening hours – no trace of daylight remains, and the moon is shining brightly. It’s not quite yet a full moon, but it should be within the next night or two.

 

Finally, Clare lets you go of her own accord, but as she does so you feel something brush up against your leg. Looks like she had quite the happy dream about you two.

 

She runs her tongue across her upper lip, then holds it at the corner of her mouth. “Hmhm, feel like going another round, lover mine?”

 

While going at it again with her is enticing, Savannah had made mention of something special planned for the night. But, as she never made mention of what time these plans would unfold or where, you’re left to wonder what sort of plan could be revealed at any given moment.

 

Speaking of Savannah, you turn behind yourself to see where she is – and she’s still asleep. Maybe. Her bare ass is facing you, and it’s in the air, her face buried in pillows. There’s no way someone would sleep like that naturally; she has to be awake and taunting you. Though, she is kinda… dry; you’d expect her to be wet if she was turned on enough to tempt you. An exploratory tap on her rear with your foot elicits a snort and twitch of her tail, but nothing more.

 

Doesn’t look like she’s going to be getting up of her own accord anytime soon.

 

Looking back at Clare, she’s still waiting for a response. Well. A quickie couldn’t hurt.

 

You tell her sure, since Savannah is still sleeping. Clare titters happily, then shifts to a kneeling position and places a paw on your chest.

 

Does she want to be on top this time, you ask. “Well, I had something else in mind,” she says, approaching closer.

 

Oh, you say, what might that be?

 

Clare licks her lips again, but doesn’t speak. Moving her paws to your crotch, she strokes your dick with one paw, and kneads your sack with the other, tumbling the heavy orbs within. The soft, supple sensation of her pads along with her piercing, lewd gaze bring you to full attention in a hurry.

 

As she strokes and caresses you, you reach out to reciprocate the gesture – running your fingers along her already-hard length and teasing the tip of her glans. The horny Cheshire shivers slightly, then begins to move. She brings her face close to your shaft, but begins to swing her hips closer to your face.

 

So that’s what she wants to do.

 

Seizing a bit of iniative, you pick her up by the waist and swing her crotch over your face, then set her back down on her knees so she’s straddling your head. “Mmm, I’m glad to see you’re as anxious as I am,” she says, looking over her shoulder at you.

 

Not one to waste an opportunity, you slide two fingers into the snatch poised inches above your face, and wrap your other hand around her cock. Still facing you, you see her eyebrows push together and crinkle upwards, along with a slight bite of her lip as she gasps at the sudden dual sensation.

 

She glances towards Savannah’s ass hiked up in the air not far from her, then back towards you. A sly, appreciative smile adorns her face. “Don’t tell her this, but the way you touch me… Mmmm, is better than anything she can do.”

 

Well, it’s nice to know you’re appreciated.

 

You tell her that she’s not bad herself – in fact, you’d like it if she would demonstrate her techniques sometime soon; maybe now?

 

Clare giggles softly and flashes a mischievous smile. “I think I can do that…”

 

Refocusing her attention on your dick, she brings her face down, and you can see her lips open as they just about touch your glans. But, she stops. Instead she remains as she is, breathing heavily on your shaft. The warm, moist air currents surround you, filling you with a sense of urgency. She’s so close, but won’t proceed. Clare continues her teasing for some time, breathing – panting – on your glans and shaft, occasionally repositioning herself so her hot, lusty breath rolls over a different part of your throbbing erection.

 

She even begins to dart her tongue out infrequently, taking short, painfully short, exploratory licks. The rough texture of the organ had worried you the first time she performed oral, but she’d become rather proficient at the art and managed to use the roughness to her advantage. You want to buck your hips up and ram yourself into her open, waiting, hot, wet mouth, but the teasing is… fun.

 

However, as you were lost in desire, you’d forgotten to tend to Clare’s needs. She wiggles her hips, looking back at you again, feigning a look of hurt. “Did you forget about me?” she mewls, placing a paw-finger against her lips.

 

Maybe that’s why she’s been teasing you – she’s waiting for you to see to her needs.

 

Obliging her, you again slide a pair of fingers into her snatch, though now it’s drooling its desire, the musky fluid trickling down her testicles. An audible shlick is heard as your digits push aside her warm folds, though they immediately contract and massage, letting you feel the ridges as you explore her depths.

 

Your other hand finds her erection, now pulsing and jumping slightly in time with her heartbeat. Matching her slit, a bead of pre has already formed at the tip of her glans. Touching her urethral opening with a finger, you slide the sticky fluid down along her the underside of her cock until you reach her sack.

 

Removing your hand from her soppy box, you take hold of her dick momentarily, slathering her vaginal juices on her own shaft. Dipping back into her honey pot several times, you give her a generous coating in order to grease the processions.

 

All the while, Clare has been eying you, her face twisted in lewd bliss. Small tremors originate from her core, radiating towards her posterior and head. As you take firm grasp of her matched genitals, she lets out another soft gasp, and finally turns her attention back to you.

 

Snaking your fingers into her ever-increasingly wet cunt, you hook your fingers downward to press against her g-spot and begin working into a firm, yet slow rhythm. Your other hand wraps delicately around her trembling shaft, and begin to stroke her length in time.

 

Satisfied with your attention to her lurid need, she finally takes you into her mouth. In one shift motion, she takes your entire length, her lips pressing against your groin. Her tongue presses firmly against your urethral distention as your slide into her oral cavity, and then your glans bumps and slightly parts something soft and hot.

 

Almost as quickly, her lips form a tight seal, and she begins to crane her neck to pull you out of her throat, her tongue playing and cavorting along your length in light touches as she sucks in mightily. As your glans nears its exit, she halts her movement for a moment to trace her tongue along the ridge of your crown, then it plays across the tip, splitting your urethral opening.

 

Tasting your pre, she lets out a happy moan with a mouthful of your cock, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure.

 

 A small groan escapes your lips as well, an aspect not lost on the dual-sexed cheshire. Wanting to feel you as well, she drops her hips suggestively, shaking her pelvis up and down in short hops.

 

Releasing her cock from your grasp, you then angle it slightly and open your own mouth. Touching the tip of her with your tongue, you can taste the mixture of her precum and girl-lube. It creates a salty, musky, almost savory taste. Feeling you taste her sets off a desperate need within Clare, and she completely drops herself.

 

Fortunately she’s not huge, so you’re able to take her length without feeling like you’re going to choke. Unfortunately she seems to have taken some leave of her senses, and proceeds to act a bit more rough than you’re used to. She pumps her hips up and down, in essence face-fucking you. There’s still a measure of delicacy to her movements, at the very least.

 

As she works herself in and out of your mouth, you do your best to suck, nibble, and lick at her entire length, servicing her parts in equal measure to her now-fevered pace on your own dick. Her cunt is sadly neglected now, both your hands finding purchase on her bountiful ass and hips in an attempt to somewhat control her pace.

 

She lets out another series of quiet moans, almost non-stop, forming a barrage of wet, hot, rough, and soft vibrating sensations that envelope your most sensitive places. In a co-de-grace, she cups your balls with a paw, resuming kneading them like a pair of stress balls and rams her face down on your groin hard, pushing you deep into her throat. She holds herself there, letting another moan roll through her throat and over your cock as she begins to tug on your testicles as well.

 

Her tongue is snaking all across your shaft as her throat vibrates, and finally it’s too much. You can feel her gasp as your orgasm builds, and your testicles contract inward against her grasp. A heat spreads through your groin, then focuses to a point as the first wad worms its way through your urethra. White-hot pleasure bursts forth from your tip, blasting the cat’s throat with thick, salty strings.

 

A throat full of cum is all she needed to give her the final push, and as you cum into her neck her cock begins to jump and pulse with desperate release. She grinds her hips down hard, overcoming your resistance. It’s almost gag-inducing as you’ve never taken her this deep in your throat before, but you somehow force yourself to relax around her.

 

As your third or fourth jet erupts out, emptying your balls of their hot seed, Clare’s own production comes into full swing. You can feel the traveling distension on your tongue, and then you can feel something sticky and hot lance out into your throat. A salty, but somewhat sweet, flavor rises up from your throat onto the back of your tongue.

 

Reaching up to support her balls, you can feel them contract and churn in time with the pulses of her cock on your tongue, and the lances of her catspunk as they splash against your throat and down into your stomach.

 

She pulls your cock out of her throat, making a loud gasp as your still-hard member springs free. You feel her head press against one of your legs, and she lets out another moan, even louder than before. “Fffuck, you’re so good to me,” she practically howls. “I love you so, so much!”

 

Unfortunately the productive feline still has a lot of love left to pour out, and after the seventh or eigth pulse and splash you wonder if she’ll ever be done.