#kitty|richard

Trevor grabbed the remote and switched on a classic radio. It was night. They didn’t play anything upsetting.

So he closed his eyes. And finished the shisha after all. It would be a waste anyway...

… and let all the images and thoughts tumble through his head again. Without judgement.

It’s just a thought.

From exhausted pregnant-seeming naked ladies, over his seal displayed on her body, to the pleading hiss of his name… and, of course, invoking names in vain she should clearly not. It all tumbled over one another.

When these pictures mixed with the ones from the previous video, he was somewhat glad there was no tobacco left.

Maybe it would make sense at a later time.

Right now, it certainly didn’t. Many factors were at fault. Not that he could count them all.

He felt… a little hollow, really.

Sleep was a necessity.

Rest.

Proper rest.

She smiled and let it crawl up her arm… and disappear into her shirt.

“I can still very much imagine you to open up my shirt. Because it satisfies the object of review a lot more and makes it more pliant, but… it might be interesting to note it’s also quite nimble”

At which point the number of buttons released from their respective fastenings was increased by one, without showing even a hint of blue in the process.

“It can also stretch so very thin, you can barely see it…” she said, her now visible, lacy bra covered in a thin, vaguely hand-shaped film. And squeezed, slipping through the fabric and moving over the skin, goosebumps forming beneath, “It’s… a little more… ah… delicate touch. A little, well… this body is a little more sensitive as well”

Her nipple hardened under apparently careful ministrations, which her hands twitched into the fabric of her skirt, a little bit on the squirmy side.

Kitty bit her lip until the hand-shaped membrane formed something more solidly handshaped and squeezed within the bra: “Ah- too delicate is… well… I think you would be careful. Especially with a lady, but… well.” She shrugged a little half-heartedly.

Then she shook her wrist: “That, too, is why my hands are entirely free. I don’t think you would restrain me. I could touch you all over, explore your body and tease and stroke and you wouldn’t be against it at all… but alas” Another shrug – there was no body to touch.

The hands stayed inside her bra, massaging and squeezing, rubbing over sensitive places whenever she got used to it and relaxed in the touch, so she stayed high-strung. She squirmed under careful ministrations of more hands than there should be, moving down her sides and slipping under her shirt, caressing the skin under her clothes.

There was a blush on her cheeks and she adjusted her position every few seconds: “You… might just not… reveal much either. If you got away with casual touches… and exploring my soft skin… kissing my neck when I sit on your lap tilt my head just so, maybe a nibble” there were no lips, but a slight bruise formed on her neck, under the blue tendril there.

“Until you get more curious, because – mnh – well, I’m not at all averse… giving you access lean back with a sigh, maybe,” she did lean further back – the creature providing support even though invisible. “mnhh…”

“Maybe it would convince you, with your seal already around my neck, that you might be able to take something that’s already yours? Mh?” she fully leaned back to let another bruise form at the other side of her throat, eyes closed. The tendrils, meanwhile, opened the last buttons and the shirt fell open.

Her breasts still within the confines of her underwear, it was more obvious they did not fully fit into the hands massaging them. Something of a contrast with her trained stomach, so much softness.

The tendrils were all over her stomach, then, moving along the hem of the skirt, up the fine line of muscles, stopping at her ribcage and making a round.  

“Mmmh… and you might be too shy, but – mh,” the hands squeezed in particularly unexpected moment – “but I… did go shopping for just this review, so…”

The tendril opened the securing buttons at the side of her skirt and removed it, carefully folding the fabric, putting it on the table.

It did reveal that Kitty was kneeling, legs slightly spread. It was easy to see that she wore a matching set of panties – still very practical, even with the lace attached. It fit like a second skin. And the tendrils made their round bigger to caress her whole belly, still careful to steer clear of the panty.

She squirmed whenever the skin of her lower belly twitched. Reflexes obviously intact.

With a shake of her head, she wriggled herself a bit free from all the attention, hands placed between her legs, leaning forward on the support of her stretched out arms, maybe squeezing her boobs together… and maybe the Metatron cube spun in front of them.

“Well,” she cleared her throat, “A proper review… should… be a little bit objective… and informative,” the tendrils already re-started to crawl over her – wider than it should be expected, really, - hips and caress again, “… but I think… I think this might… be a little too distracting. So apologies, I’ll just… maybe story sometimes…”

And with that – and a renewed blush – the tendrils slipped into her panty, barely visible.

“I… do believe… really do believe… you’d have very clever fingers,” her hips wriggled again, towards and away, very much unsure, “Aaaah… aaaandthat thiswouldbeverynice,”

She took a deep breath, the shaky sigh didn’t help her blush, actually, it might even look a little worse: “Buuuut you might notice… might… that… well… that preparation isn’t… all that necessary, really. I’m more than ready and… huuh”

Her hips rose, the panties were moved to the side… and there was a deeply satisfied moan In the room when she sat back down: “I… I- aaahnn… it… it might have… huh taken longer for you… for….” She simply closed her eyes there. Hips slowly moving, deep breaths and fingers twitching. There were blue appendages helping with the rhythm, holding tightly onto her hips, slowly rising, faster back down.

When she rolled her hips, she even hiccupped in her breathing, resuming the pace with the creatures help anyway: “I’d… I’d very much… ah… hope it’s… satisfying for both a-HHnd distracting. Really distracting”

Her body certainly seemed focused not on thinking.

It didn’t take long at all for her to grab the sheets, increasing the  pace just that bit more and come with a shaky cry.

A little twitchy, she leaned back, against that invisible support, breathing with closed eyes, proving that there was still blue inside of her. And a few tendrils still circling her belly.

“Nnnnh… it… it would be for me… and…” she adjusted her hips, a soft hiss accompanying the motion, “… well… if it really was for you… you had someone who was yours a long time ago….” She flicked at the seal around her neck.

She breathed deliberately now. And if one looked closely, her abdomen looked… less muscular.

“Just a silly fantasy… all… sensitive,” the tendrils traced her belly again, probing and pressing, with her sighing and blushing under it, “… it… it certainly takes a lot… mh… longer, month, really, but everything is… all tight and growing and…” There was another shudder, her belly extending, in a visible pace, even.

The blue mass supported the weight, holding the belly up and caressing it.

“It’s… hah… it’s a lot more… ah… it’s tight… and heavy…” she closed her eyes, a deep breath needed, “Very… very intense, this, all full with you and what you did and it’s all growing and you’ve got to take care, it’s your fault after all and…”

Her blush deepened considerably when there were hands all over her belly, holding it and caressing it and also fondling her breasts. “… all too… possessive, really,” there was a giggle.

Until she bit her lip, because it seemed all too true, hands all over her breasts and belly and another suction on her shoulder, still buried deep inside of her as well.

She could barely move, with all the weight and her belly button stretched to make the scar inside visible. The skin was stretched and sensitive, making her squirm in the confines she was in: “But… nh… really tight an- fuck”

After her belly finally stopped growing – tight and voluminous and really not unlike a sexual encounter terribly right- she wriggled onto the blue appendage still inside.

The moan that accompanied the appendage being thrust in… was not something she could suppress.

Tiny mewling sounds came from her while the appendage picked up a pace, pressing on her belly to even greater effect.

The creature fucked her thoroughly while the other parts of the creatures held firm, made sure the jiggling belly wasn’t too disturbed, making her plead and sigh and then simply moan in a staccato set by the creature.

Until she uttered Trevor in a breathless voice and repeated until a harder pace finally brought a release that made her hands and feet and everything cramp up for entire seconds.

Waking up from that seemed rather… difficult. And for a bit, Kitty just laid there, head likely spinning, breathing and holding her head.

She laid on her back, the weight pressing down on her. Until she had a clear thought: “And that… well… that was… more intense than I thought”

She let out one last breath, and with it, the belly disappeared – her stomach shrunk down and deflated and reformed into its original state, skin without even a blemish, waist trim and trained once more.

She sat up while the blue retreated from her body, pulling her bra back into place and moving the shirt back onto her shoulders, as much as it never fully fell off.

For a few seconds, she simply sat there with a deep blush, opening and closing her outh without any proper words forming.

With a frown, she finally settled on: “Well. It can expand and heal and give quite an impression and!”

Here she pointed between her legs: “It can form a dick. Gives you the proper feelings with it, too. Yeah. Very realistic feeling”

Then she shooed the thing off into the box.

With a somewhat unsure-seeming grin, she waved: “It’s certainly something”

He got up ad walked into the bathroom, let the cool water run and splashed it onto his face, then held his whole head under the spray, the hair gel dripping off with the rest of the water, clearing his head, cooling him down.

A deep breath, looking in the mirror.

The blush certainly came from the cold. Certainly.

Not from what he just saw.

Which possibly had him instead of the creature in it, in Richards imagination and-

Cold water never hurt anyone. Certainly helped a lot of people.

He hadn’t thought…

He hadn’t thought that Richard would… do that.

All vulnerable and falling apart and … not all smiles and teasing.

It certainly rubbed something in him in one way or another.

He opened a button of his shirt, rubbed his hair dry, placed the towel around his shoulder.

No gel anymore for the night, he’d go to bed soon anyway.

Trevor… felt a little better.

This was just a review for him. Nothing terrible. Something he even asked for. He could do this.

With another glass of water, he returned to the sofa.

Pencil in hand, breath calm and even. Suggestive themes were just that.

He pressed play.

 The camera moved backwards from the familiar blue eye, zooming and keeping steady even in mid-flight.

It went backwards and revealed…

A lady.

It also revealed the same room they had before, the table and the couch, but most importantly, there was a lady.

“Hello again, to part two of this review,” she said, voice smoky and a little deeper than average.

Her smile was a lot softer than Richards.

“This time with your host ‘Kitty’”, she made a show of twirling around the skirt dutifully spinning, proving the lavish skirt very high-waisted.

When she stopped, the skirt was long and flexible enough to wrap completely around her.

“It’s still me, of course, it would be rather silly otherwise,” she half-shrugged – “But… I thought since the last part was very… ah… surprisingly effective… I thought I would try something different. It simply works a lot better with a female body – or easier”

She sat on the couch, down on the couch, the skirt forming a somewhat voluminour pillow around her, and rapped on the box: “I’d show off the abilities that are a little more difficult to achieve without it” for a second, she scrunched her nose, then pointed at the camera, “I want to make sure you know this is all your very own fault, being all soft and nostalgic. And I got someone to actually look in the bible-thing. It’s all your fault. And you can’t hold it against me”

She cleared her throat: “I mean you can, but it’s one of the best available ways to show the creature’s abilities. So… this time might get a little more silly than last time”

With a wink, she also stuck out her tongue a tiny bit. All in good fun.

In good fun and in a well-proportioned lady, hair wavy and full of volume, hips holding up her skirt rather well. Shirt did fit quite well. With three buttons open still… rather decent. A Metatron-cube rested between her collarbones, on a necklace.

The only question was what Atmon was going to be… would hey clash badly?

There two ways it could go, really.

Wither he trumped up the sexiness and would draw the eyes of the whole party… or he would become a cheese… and possibly literally dress as a cheese. Or maybe a chicken nugget. Made of real chicken nugget.

They would have food all night and already with them, very practical reall-

Suddenly, her hair stood. There was a movement behind her and it was all dark and shadows and then it thundered and teeth sunk into her neck and… she shrieked and slapped him across the face.

Which… ended with Kitty pressed against a mirror and her boyfriend in front of her, holding his cheek.

Looking at him, he had decided for the first option, because damn he was on point.

Black coast over his immaculate vest and cravat… most definitely form fitting pants. A shame the coat blocks the sight.

Hah. Even his ears were the original pointy form.

Earrings in place… his dark skin beautifully complimenting the whole outfit… and his hair looked especially soft today.

When she finally saw the accusatory look, and the teeth, she shrugged: “Alriiiight, then I am the edible one”

She pressed a kiss to his nose: “You look gorgeous now lets go!”

She would make a good vampire victim, especially with the white pants.

But that was the only information he got provided. The Metatron therefore needed to go on the information in front of him. And that was… contradictory, to say the least.

The eyes were a light green, indicating water. But a tanned, soft-looking skin that went in a firey direction. They spoke with a bit of gravitas, that might go in an earth direction… but had a bubbly smile like an air-element-related demon.

It was somewhat confusing. The fact that she solved none of the challenges with the help of any element-related abilities was… also inconclusive. He had heard of people with more than one elemental ability. So maybe this blonde – another air-hint, but easily changed – being simply commanded more than one.

She… was very bouncy. And he could swear the robe got shorter. Only to look and see it exactly as long as it was in the beginning of the maze of challenges, just over her knees.

So, he played checkers. He bet on dice. He remembered people from the 50 he saw before. Knots were tied, stones were stacked, blue prints were evaluated.

It was an evaluation of his skills and patience just like every time he was in hell. The guide – and rival - always at his side and present. It was only right to put an arm around her. She only wanted his best, after all.

Also by providing proper challenges during the challenges. Sometimes beating him, sometimes coming to a draw. Simply by accepting his arguments – after all, judging flower arrangements is not an objective task.

Giving out robes that went down to mid-thigh was objectively still the normal robe-cut for all demons, but subjectively, it was somewhat… too interesting.

Even longer than the time he lost his penis.

But… really, he could simply regrow it, could he not?

It did feel good, to feel his manhood again. There was a familiarity to it he had missed.

A bit of familiarity was good in the tunnels of hell.

Reassuring.

Catching butterflies afterwards was not the worst task – even if she won -, cooking a satisfying meal got him some more points… he did sleep in faster than her and they both finished their puzzles at the same time. He might have been faster if her robe would cover her ass a little bit better. But what could one do about hellish standards.

The next task… was a game called ‘Twister’. Twisting their bodies to put respective hands or feet on coloured points on a mat. It was somewhat strange. And, soon enough, they hindered themselves from moving like they are supposed to.

Metatron faced the ceiling, holding himself up by arms and feet on bent knees… a little unstable, but he had landed like this. She held herself up over him, apologising to him for the invasion of space, but she could hardly do it differently, he reassured her it was fine.

But with the next colour – his – he tried to move over from one side of the board to the other and… fell, taking her with him.

And she did fall on top of him, bum in the air.

“I… do have to say you lost balance first,” she said, pushing herself up to look at him.

He brushed the fluffy pigtail out of her face, cradling her cheek: “It’s fine, a little time to lose is not the worst”

She smiled at him… and lowered her hips to his, settling carefully with a wriggle: “Mmmmh, we… do have a bit of… time to spend… yes?”

There was something he should remember, there. Something in the back of his head. He frowned.

‘Kitty’ took his hand and slipped it in her robe, cupping her round, heavy breast.

He squeezed, almost involuntarily.

“Mmmmnnnnnh…” She wriggled a little more, biting her lower lip, “I think we have both an idea… how to spend the time?”

His other hand wandered to the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

It was a soft, almost reverent process. Him exploring her body with his hands and mouth, slowly dropping belts and robes on both sides. She giggled at the sash and put it over her otherwise completely nude body, letting it fall over her breasts and hips and wriggling onto him with a regal air around her.

It should remind him of something. He was sure the sash was important. But her boobs rested on his chest and a tight, warm moistness surrounded his member and her mouth alternated between compliments and kisses to and for his skin.

Rolling hips certainly helped distracting him as well.

His hands were all over her, somewhat puzzled by his white on her tanned skin, enjoying the softness of her skin, the give of her flesh when he squeezed her breast, squeezed her ass. So supple and tender.

It did not take long.

It did not take long at all.

They both came, even with only slow movements and ministrations.

It was enjoyable and satisfying and took a long time to ebb, limbs strangely shivery and tense, while they both kissed.

“That… that was very nice,” she said, half lidded eyes looking at him.

And he hummed in agreement, idly drawing patterns on her back.

They both deserved a nap. And if they overslept, it was not the worst in the world either.

More relaxed than he had felt for a long time, he finished the labyrinth, both not in their top form, but more easily accepting defeat. It was a nice, flowing process.

And then, he stepped out of the labyrinth.

Remembering… everything. He had slept with a demon. He had ignored an order from HER, he had been messed with.

And Kitty – most definitely an air demon – looked back at him apologetically: “Thank you”

… and now… he had to… face heaven.

… shit.

She smiled at him, lasciviously, cocking a brow and beckoning him towards her.

Oh. Kitty apparently made it home.

With an answering smile, he walked over to her, taking her outstretched hand. She giggled and grabbed his apron, let it slip free and let it disappear into a puff of smoke.

At the door, she pulled him close into a kiss, pulled him by his belt loops and working on his belt

Trevor enjoyed a minute of tangling his fingers into her hair, enjoying her soft skin, actually not minding her being ‘taller’ than him on a higher step.

The door opened and they fell slightly into the floor, Trevor catching her. And she caught his belt.

A mischievous smirk pulled him further along, she opened his vest while peppering kisses to his lips, his jaw, his throat.

H came along, willingly, a soft smile beaming at her. He soon was robbed of his vest, the first few buttons of his shirt soon to follow.

The next door led to the living room. And… a distinct smell wafted over him.

He blinked… and looked ahead.

Chicken nuggets.

And low light.

The pillows looked inviting.

The TV was on pause, the ‘arte’ logo on display.

He looked back at her… and she let her robe fall. To give free view of a short, but fluffy puppy-pyjama-set, holding out a similar set for him.

With a chuckle, he put it on… and slipped with her under the covers of the pillow-nest.

He kissed the back of her neck: “Seduction successful”

“Psssshh, it’s about race-horses!” She whispered. And started to fee him still warm nuggets.

… how did he deserve his girlfriend.

It burned slightly. Ah, he really was low on energy huh? He answered anyway: “Mmmh… some kind of mob. Needed convincing I came… ah… ‘with serious intent’… or something. So they shot me, In the shoulder”

“… why were you dealing with the mob again?” More admonishment. And ere he was, for once kinda innocent. Which might be the problem.

“Giving them money to leave the indigenous people alone... aaaand keep the blackmarket trade of rainforest – I mean, how ridiculous… how ridiculous is that? - … in the know for me. So my campaign isn’t… completely pointless, yanno? Stopping the de-… deforestation? Because all the new books take… too many trees?” He took a break to whine a bit.

“…oh” She said.

“Cause the libraries… remember? They n+eeded more trees and you weren’t happy. So now… there are trees… and hemp… I guess… soonish? I hope. Politics is weird” He huffed. And planted his face on the pillow again.

“Oh” said Trinity… and left.

“Noooooo, don’t leave meeeeee-eugh.” He made a note to self: Vibrations in shoulders are bad.

… he had at least hoped for an honest, actually joyful kiss.

Mnph.

Everything went bad this day.

Well, he had wanted to sleep, hadn’t he?

So, he closed his eyes.

And dozed off.

Until he felt something… soft on his head.

And he jerked awake, sitting up to stare, holding his shoulder. It was all a bit disorienting, until he saw… Trinity.

With thigh high, blue and white boots. Even two blue wings flapping at her ankles. Giving way to a tiny bit of thigh… and the shortest skirt one could imagine. A pointless black belt above, encircling her nice and soft waist, following up to a rather constricting bra, heart shaped hole in the front, being held at her neck. There were shoulder-pad ruffs. There were naked arms, but pointless, wide  cuffs, a nurses cap! And she wore her hair in pigtails, for Pete’s sake!

It was all he ever dreamed of seeing! It was wonderful! And cute and did bring out her boobs nicely and invited to touch and to kiss and grope and snuggle and nibble and-

With wide. Blinking eyes and her arms raised and… squeezing her breasts together, Trinity said in the ditziest way imaginable: “I’m the holy angel of charity, Metatron, so, are you in any pain or discomfort today?”  

…

And all the joy fell off of him.

Deflated, he fell back down into the pillows. He didn’t want to be made fun of on top of everything else, too.

He grabbed a blanket and pulled it over himself, curling in while being careful about the shoulder.

“… what. You always wanted me to wear that!” She sounded peeved.

“Mmmmhmh, and it suits you just as well as I thought,” which was incredibly well. And very sexy. And incredibly tempting. And… ah, whatever.

“So?” There was still peevedness.

“Well, you hate it” And he didn’t need this right now.  

“You knew that before already,” which was true, admittedly.

“Mmh… didn’t know how much, I guess,” shrugging was a bad idea. So he kissed slightly.

“This was to reward you, you know? You actually did good! You deserved a reward. You can enjoy!”

He glanced up at still grumpy her – still terribly attractive, really – and sighed: “I’m not… lust. I’m greed. I got lotsa minus points today… an… I always liked the stupid costume… cause it’s charity. Opposites attract… n all a that”

She still frowned: “It’s just… a thing with my name that… that very terrible people jerk off to! It’s disrespectful and plain awful”

Wth a deep breath, he nodded: “I suppose. Still be charitable now?” Richard held the blanket up “Some cuddles?”

When his arm twitched with a hiss of pain, her features softened and she slipped under the covers, snuggllng close to him: “You’re an idiot”

He very carefully put an am around her and pulled her close: “But at least yours”

She huffed and carefully nestled against him, giving him a careful kiss on the forehead: “But at least mine. You really did do good, you know?”

And he smiled at her.

After a few breathes and some more wriggling from Trinity, she stopped wriggling, frowing again: “… are you hard?”

“It is TERRIBLY sexy, okay? Like, if you didn’t do that voice…” It was nothing but a whine.

After a deep breath, she sighed and snuggled against him, anyway: “Be glad I love you. Now sleep”

“I love you… too” And maybe… the day wasn’t all bad.