B as in Bitch

Your ears twitch. Your eyes blow wide open. Your tail springs. "...meow?" You freeze. And then— “AAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!” You scream. Full-body leap. Straight into his arms.

Now he’s sitting on the couch again—shirtless, smug, arms around your waist—while you cling to him like the world’s sassiest thunder-phobic baby.

He’s wagging his tail so hard the whole couch vibrates. “You were saying something about dogs and cats not cuddling—?” You glare up at him from his chest. "...don't test me. I'll scratch your nipples off."

He grins. “Purr for me first.” You slap him. He licks your hair. You shriek.

You don’t even realize it until your tail starts swaying lazily. You’re in his lap. Still. Pressed to his bare chest. The thunder long faded out. Your ears twitch. And then your brain connects the dots.

oh my god you’re PURRING IN HIS ARMS LIKE A WHIPPED HOUSE CAT !!!

You snap out of it like someone dunked you in cold water. “WHAT THE FUCK—” You jump off, almost knocking him over, and land in a crouch. Fangs out. Eyes slit. Middle finger up like it’s a deadly weapon. “DON’T. TEST ME. DAWG.” You growl through gritted teeth.

He just blinks, his dumb puppy smile still stuck to his face. “I wasn’t testing you… I just missed you so mu—”

KRRRRRAAAKKKK—!!! Another thunder. You SHRIEK. Vanish. Gone. Under the sofa. Caleb stares. The cushions are still warm. The purring still ringing in his ears. And you’re now… a puffball trembling in a cramped corner like thunder personally betrayed you.

And he laughs. No—he SNORTS. Wheezes. Slaps his hand on the couch. “Y-You look like a—like a soggy sock someone stuffed under the bed!!”

“SHUT UP YOU BIG TALL MUTT!!”

“Okay okay—okay I’m sorry!” He’s still giggling as he kneels beside the couch, ducking down. “Come out, kitty, I’ll protect you—”

You SNARL. Your claws SWIPE.

“Ack—!” He yelps, recoiling, forearm bleeding with a scratch that wasn’t even that deep. But his ears go flat.

Tail droops. Eyes wide and wet. “…you hurt me,” he pouts, holding his arm. “I was just trying to help…”

And just like that, guilt settles in like a heavy raincloud. You peek your head out—only to find him staring directly at your cleavage. Eyes blown wide like a deer in headlights. You blink. He blinks. His ears twitch. His jaw hangs open a little. His brain is making Windows XP loading sounds.

“…what are you staring at, perv?”

“...n-nothing!!!” He spins around so fast his tail whacks the wall. His cheeks are red. You swear steam rises off his head. You crawl out—on all fours, camisole hanging low, shorts riding up your thighs, and you know you’re doing this on purpose now. Because that idiot's face is priceless.

You finally sit back down on the couch, legs crossed.

“Puppies get this dumb when they don’t get neutered early, huh?”

“I—what does that even mean?!”

You grin. Smug. “It means you’re hard.”

His soul leaves his body. He grabs a pillow to cover himself, panicking. “NO I’M NOT—STOP—!”

“I can smell it, dumbass.”

He whines, covering his face. “I’m trying not to—!”

KRRRRBOOMMMMM! You scream again. Without thinking, you leap into his lap a second time, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into it.

And this time, he’s quiet. Gentle. Big hands curling around your back, pressing you close. He smells like rain and warmth. A soft hum rumbles in his chest. “...I got you,” he whispers. “Promise.”

And you sit there. Breathing. Feeling your heart pound against his. “...it’s dumb.”

“What is?”

“...me. Getting scared.”

He nuzzles the top of your head. “Nah. You’re cute.”

A pause. “…you really think I’m cute?” You’re not even looking at him, but you feel his smile stretch.

“Always.”

Another thunder rolls. You flinch—but this time, you exhale. “…then fuck me.”

He stills. You lean back just enough to see his face. “I said—why don’t you fuck me, so I forget about the thunder.”

His eyes go round. Mouth slightly open. Brain buffering so hard you swear you hear the ba-dum of a heartbeat echo. “Wh-what—”

“You’re hard, I’m cold. Let’s be useful for once.”

His jaw drops. “C-can you not say it like you’re ordering takeout?!”

“I’ll take extra sauce if you shut the hell up and get inside me, dawg.”

And that breaks him.

Because suddenly his lips are on yours—desperate, needy, stupidly affectionate like he’s been waiting forever. He fumbles a little, trying to get your shorts down, tail wagging so hard he knocks a lamp over. “Oops—sorry—wait—I gotcha, baby—”

“Just shut up and fuck already—!”

He’s big—obnoxiously big, the kind that stretches you in a way that has your tail curling around his thigh—and he whines every time you clench around him. “Fuck—c-can’t believe you're letting me—” he groans, eyes fluttering. “You feel so good—oh my god—”

You scratch down his back, panting. “If you don’t move faster, I’m scratching more than that—!”

“Y-yes ma’am—!!”

He's so damn eager, like he’s trying to prove how much he adores you with every sloppy, deep thrust. Moaning into your neck, kissing your collarbone, praising every little mewl and hiss you make. “Mine—mine—mine—gonna knot you—fuck, you’ll smell like me—”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You love it.” You do. But you’d rather die than admit it out loud.

So you grab his cheeks, pull him in close, and whisper against his lips— “…still hate you tho.”

He grins. “Hate me harder.” His cock is massive just like him. Long, thick, veiny—too hot, too heavy, and definitely not made for your bratty little catgirl body. You're gasping into his chest, camisole straps falling off your shoulders as your tits bounce with every rough thrust.

Every time he bottoms out, you see stars, your claws digging into the couch cushions, tail twitching and curling with each deep grind. “H-holy fuck—Caleb—” Your voice is cracking. Whiny. Your legs are twitching, nearly folded up to your ears as he fucks you into the couch.

He's panting above you, face flushed, drool clinging to the corner of his lips. “You feel so good, kitty—so fuckin' tight, shit—”

He stares down, wide-eyed and ruined as he watches his cock disappear into you. You’re soaked—disgustingly so. There's slick all over his length, dripping down your thighs, pooling under your ass. “Gonna break me—” you whimper, eyes rolled back, tits jiggling every time he slams into you.

He just lets out a breathy “fuck,” gripping your hips harder, rutting into you like a mutt in heat. Your belly bulges slightly every time he thrusts. You feel so full, stretched around him like your poor little pussy's doing its best to not split open. And he loves it. He loves how bratty you were minutes ago— And now you’re just moaning and melting, unable to form a single insult.

“Where’d all that sass go, huh?” he pants, leaning over to suck on your bouncing tit, tongue hot and wet. “Talk to me now, kitty—c’mon, flip me off again.”

You whimper, squirming. “C-Can't…”

“Aww,” he coos, condescending and smug. “You liked being put in your place, huh? My little pillow princess isn’t so tough now.”

Your fangs peek through your parted lips, eyes unfocused. He’s hitting too deep. You can’t even think straight. He wraps a hand around your throat—gently, possessively, thumb brushing your jaw. “I should knot you,” he growls, hips bucking faster. “Tie you up nice and good. Fill this cunt so full you’ll leak for days.”

Your tail jerks, your nails dig into his shoulders, and you cry out like a feral cat in heat. “Caleb—Caleb—shitfuck, please—”

“You’re begging now? Thought you hated me.” He nips your neck, biting right where your collarbones meet. You clench around him hard and he groans, hips stuttering. “Fuck—you want me to breed you that bad?”

You can’t even speak. You just nod frantically, mouth open, drool threatening to spill, your whole body convulsing under his. He pulls out halfway, then slams back in all the way—and that’s what makes you snap. Your legs tremble, eyes crossing as your orgasm hits like a truck.

But he doesn’t stop. “Oh no no, kitty,” he pants, smirking like the wicked dog he is. “You’re not done.”

You’re whimpering now, twitching under him, body limp, slick gushing out around his dick as he continues to fuck you through it.

“I’ve been patient. I’ve been so good, letting you run around hissing at me like some grumpy little gremlin—but now?” He leans down to whisper, low and rough in your ear. “You’re gonna take every drop I give you.”

You shudder. Clench again. And then he knots. You feel it—the swell, the pressure, the obscene stretch as his cock locks inside you and your brain just fries. He’s panting into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you, his whole body twitching as he cums.

So much cum. So hot. So thick. Pouring into you like your pussy was made to take it. Your back arches, eyes rolling up as the heat fills you to the brim. “Good kitty,” he pants, kissing your temple. “You took it all so well.”

You’re cockdrunk. Barely breathing. You’re gonna kill him later. You swear it. But for now… all you can do is melt against his big, trembling frame.

…later that night you're curled on top of him, still knotted, body warm and used and twitchy. Your ears flick. “...dawg?”

“Mhm?”

“…fuck you.”

Sylus always fucks you like he loves you. Like he’s obsessed with you. Every hulking inch of his six-foot-something body pressed down onto yours in devotion only the vulnerability of skin on skin could provide. Every slow, languid thrust jostling your entire body, inching the two of you up the mattress until he drags you back down by the grip on your leg, leaving a kiss on your ankle as he does so. 

And god, he feels good. Always does. Hot and heavy, rambling praises and sweet promises into your neck as your nails dig bloody lines into every rigid plane of muscle across Sylus’s back. 

One of his hands cups the eternity of your waist, pulling your hips flush against his, the other gently tugging your chin up to his gaze, brows furrowed as his eyes dart between yours, clouded in confusion and concern.

Because despite his efforts, you haven't made a single sound for the past twenty minutes.

Good, he deserved to feel guilty. 

You huff, pouting, jerking your chin out from his palm as you swat his arm away. 

“You… Are you alright?” Sylus stops moving completely, cock throbbing against your walls, and the sudden lack of stimulation has you writhing. 

Before he can pull out entirely, you grab his shoulder as leverage, shooting him one last glare before beginning to fuck yourself against him. 

The man is merely stunned into silence, unsure whether to stop or continue as you continue grinding your hips up, chasing your own pleasure as you use him as little more than a toy—refusing to let even a whimper past your teeth as your thighs begin to shake.

Still chasing your own orgasm, you’re too busy to see the concern melt off Sylus’s face, quickly replaced with a wicked grin as he realizes what you’re playing at. 

Oh, so you’re still mad? Did he hit a nerve earlier? 

Sylus sighs, feigning disappointment as he watches you fight to keep quiet, poor hands clawing and grappling against him as you struggle to take him on your own. Effort straining your muscles, his cock a tight fit without his help. What a fussy little kitten he has. 

Sitting back on his heels, you hiss in frustration as the new angle forces his cock to slip right out, smacking against his abs with a lewd sound as your combined slick drips down his heaving stomach. 

“Are you still upset about what I said earlier?” 

You huff, turning your head to the side as you prop yourself up on your elbows, about to climb onto Sylus’s lap to finish yourself off something stops you halfway. A hand pushes against your chest, forcing you back down onto the mattress with an angry groan, already missing the feeling of him filling you.

Struggling is pointless, Sylus’s entire weight trained on keeping you pinned beneath him, palm large enough to encircle your neck as it travels up, squeezing ever so lightly. 

“Not even going to respond?” You bare your teeth in a mock snarl and Sylus laughs, that annoyingly arrogant grin back on his face. ”Where did all your manners go? This kitten sure knows how to hold a grudge.”

You know he’s baiting you, trying to get a rise out of you, goading you into talking.

And it nearly damn works, having to bite your tongue as you glare up at him with all the ferocity you can muster when he begins kissing around your knee and inner thigh, depriving you of his cock as he gets on his knees, leaning down onto his stomach. 

“Mhm, I’m sorry. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?” Sylus asks, sweeter than honey, words muffled into your inner thigh, each one coming out in between shaky breaths as he inhales deeply against you. “Please, let me hear you again.” another kiss, “Please let me hear your voice.”

He takes a moment to enjoy the view of you, spread open and desperate even as you stubbornly deny him his favorite thing in the world—your moans. He smiles, squeezing your hips and dragging you closer until your thighs are draped over his shoulders, knees bent. You shiver as his breath ghosts over your core, his thumbs pulling apart your lips.

The combined mess from earlier is still splattered across your skin, and Sylus wastes no time before dragging his tongue across it. He can’t help it, you taste so good. Sound even better, if only you’d stop this ridiculous game. 

Nipping and kissing into your thighs, Sylus never breaks eye contact as he works his way down to your poor fluttering pussy, blowing cool air just to watch you shiver. And when he suddenly latches his lips onto your clit, flicking his tongue up, you nearly forget about revenge. A moan rips from your throat, and only by slapping a palm over your mouth do you manage to muffle it, shaking into Sylus’s mouth as he growls between board strokes of his tongue. 

“Don’t. Do not hide them from me.”

Sylus’s hand immediately comes up, forcing your palm off your mouth. Still eating you out, his hand encircles both your wrists for good measure, pinning them to the mattress.

Sylus knows how to play your body too well, hot tongue circling your clit in slow, devoted motions until breaking away, fucking into your cunt as he watches in smug victory as you grind against the perfect arch of his nose in ways you know will bring you over the edge far too quickly. His usual patience is gone, only desperation remains. Desperation to prove himself, desperation to break you.

You swear you nearly taste blood with how hard you’re biting your lip. 

He's making out with your pussy like a man starved, the way he refuses to part even long enough to breathe, the way his fingers are still lovingly laced together with yours, the way he's still fucking begging you to let him hear your voice. You’re coming before you can help it, forcing your head to the side as you bite into the pillow, muffling your cries as you barely stop yourself from saying his name. 

Sylus doesn't miss it. He lets out a noise that's half whine, half groan, before sitting back on his heels, pulling his tongue out of your pussy and replacing it with two thick fingers.

"That hardly counts, I could barely hear you." You try to ignore the way he crawls back over you, swollen lips glistening with your release, his entire body trembling at the mere sight of you coming undone. "Was my apology not enough? I'll do more. I'd do anything to earn your forgiveness."

Sylus kisses your bruised thighs again, above your womb, your stomach, chest. It's a trail of fire up your body, worshiping every inch he can reach as the pads of his fingers curling to push against that spongy spot inside of you. It's so hard not to make a sound, especially when Sylus has the gall to press his forehead against your temple, whispering pleas in your ear as he continues fucking you with his fingers.

"I just need to hear your voice again, pretty thing, just a little. I want to hear how good I make you feel. Please."

“Sy—” Fuck. You barely stopped yourself, shaking your head violently as you claw at Sylus's biceps, pulling his arm in closer, faster.

Sylus all but whines at the denial of his name.

He lowers himself entirely, each ragged breath hot against your skin just like his neglected cock, twitching and leaking against your stomach.

“Please, let me make it up to you. I’d give you anything, everything you could ever want.” His fingers curl, hitting your g-spot with cruel accuracy even as he continues begging so, so sweetly. “I’ll be—“ a lick across your ear, “such—" sucking the sensitive lobe, “—a good boy."

Your moan is strangled, barely audible, breaking through your clenched jaw, but the way your whole body convulses lets Sylus know you're close. Again. He kisses you hard, swallowing every sound, his hand never ceasing between your legs.

"You're going to forgive me now, won't you, sweetie?" He coos, and when you nod desperately, Sylus pulls back to watch your face. "Say my name, say it, please. Please, talk to me. You know I can’t even cum anymore without hearing your voice. Hearing you ask for me, my cum."

The confession is filthy, and does horrible, terrible things to you.

“You—” you growl, frustration thick in your voice, hating how easily you gave in. “You’re disgusting. Mean.”

Sylus’s eyes nearly roll back at that—at the sound of your voice after so long. You sound divine, even when you're furious. He groans, rutting his hips against you, the underside of his cock dragging along your stomach as you hiss in faux disgust.

“Oh? So you are talking to me finally?” he moans, reveling in the feel of your heat wrapped around his fingers, your slick on his lips, the way your glare flickers between hatred and something far more dangerous.

"Again,” he pants, “call me that again."

"Disgusting."

Sylus bites his lip, moaning low into your ear as he grinds against you, his touch relentless.

"Mean," you sneer, trying to shove him away, but you are powerless against his hulking body, every inch pressing close enough to have you gasping for breath.

"Awful."

"You’re,” Your breath catches as his fingers quicken, thumb circling your clit with devastating precision. You’re going to come again. “Fucking evil.”

"Yeah,” Sylus repeats, chuckling, eyes half-lidded and dazed as he watches you convulse around his fingers with a smile. “I’m the big, bad, evil villain.”

So mean isn’t he? Cooing sweetly as you come undone, violently squirting as your cum drips down his wrist and forearm. If you want evil, then he can do that. He can earn your forgiveness and have you beg for it too.

It's all too much. The man is a demon, a monster, an angel, and his fingers are working you up to the highest heavens, the way he looks down at you in reverence as his hair falls in a messy curtain, a look of utter adoration on his face. And the way his cock, red and throbbing, presses against the juncture of your hip and thigh, dripping precum down the length as he neglects it all for you.

But you want him. All of him.

"Sylus."

He moans, loud and deep, like the sound of his name on your lips is enough to undo him. You can’t help it, you’re crying now, hot tears burning at the corners of your eyes as you gasp for air.

"Sylus, Sylus. Sylus." Your voice cracks, raw with need. "M’sorry. Please, I want—ah fuck—I need you, fuck. Want all of you. Sylus."

He’s on you before you can finish, mouth crashing into yours, kissing you with a feverish intensity that would bruise any other's lips. He kisses you like he’s starving, swallowing every syllable, every whimper, like he’s terrified you’ll take it all back.

And then, you feel it. The sudden, hot spray of his cum between your bodies, painting your stomach and chest with thick, copious amounts of it as he whines into the kiss. Untouched, undone just from your voice, from the way you’re finally his again.

"Thank you, thank you," Sylus groans against your lips, voice wrecked, relief pouring out of him like he’s been waiting an eternity just to hear you say those words. He’s still cumming.

He keeps his fingers moving, edging you dangerously close to another orgasm, until you're practically squirming in his grip. Even then, he doesn't stop, he doesn't remove his fingers. He pulls back just far enough to watch your face, eyes wide and searching.

"Again, kitten, again. Please, keep saying my name."

"Sylus."

Your body is trembling, and his hand doesn't stop until you're squirming away, the stimulation too much. Only then does Sylus finally pull his fingers out, licking them clean, the other hand cupping the back of your head as he kisses you again.

"Forgive me?"

You nod, and Sylus grins, fanged and fucked-out.

"Say it out loud for me."

You scoff, "Yes. I forgive you."

"Perfect. Then I might have to ask for your forgiveness again."

And just as he finishes his confession, your knees are pressed up to your ears, folding you in half as Sylus slides back into your dripping cunt. Without any resistance the entirety of his length thrusts deep inside of you, your lower stomach bulging ever so slightly from his girth, your mind blanking as you’re spread wide against the muscular jut of Sylus’s hips. His hands are everywhere, gripping your hair, squeezing your neck, grabbing at your waist and hips, pulling you up into every thrust. 

"Forgive me, you're so perfect. So beautiful." He kisses along your neck, whispering his praises and compliments, forcing his thumb into your mouth as he pries your lips open to hear you better. "Never keep these sounds from me again, understand?"

You moan a yes around his thumb, and Sylus growls.

"That's a good girl."

He doesn’t relent. Sylus effortlessly begins guiding you to meet his thrusts with one hand, the other remaining pressed against your abdomen, stroking at the outline of his dick pressing through with every rock forward. Large hands splay your thighs wider, closer, impossibly stretching you out until all you can feel is him. 

“Forgive me.” Your breasts jolt with each thrust and before he can stop himself Sylus leans down and bites, nipping and licking into the sensitive peak as you sob from the pain and pleasure. It makes you dizzy, the gentle licks and kisses over your skin in mock apology until he bites down again. And again. 

There’s no remorse in Sylus’s voice anymore, only pussydrunk and obsessed. “Please, forgive me.” Utterly obsessed.