Oreo's Private Room *Invite only*

[oreocookie]

She pouted as he spoke. That's not what she wanted. Not at all. So she growled.

I've yet to be tamed.

She told him, suppressing a grin.

 

[Bluemage]

He raised an eyebrow at that piece of information. She had yet to be tamed? What was she trying to tell him exactly. He smirked softly as he looked at her.

That sounds like an involved procedure...are you sure I have the equipment for it? Perhaps you should tell me what's involved...

 

[oreocookie]

She almost laughed. Almost. She held herself back, though.

Animal instincts.

She replied.

Just follow your instincts.

 

[Bluemage]

He smirked softly and his hands moved over her skin, slowly tearing the rest of what hid her torso and hips from her body. He left her the stockings and the gloves as he found those to be terribly appealing, but he knew that the central piece of her outfit had to go.

Hmmmm...but I don't have the instincts that you do...are you sure you can't tell me what I need to do?

 

[oreocookie]

Not without a demonstration. Let me down and I'll show you.

If he let her down she's show him, alright. She purred at the thought.

 

[Bluemage]

He smirked. That was particularly smooth of her. He was fairly certain that he had cast what was left of the unbreakable (yet not uncuttable) yarn somewhere behind him. That being said as long as he was careful (and didn't take into account the fact that she had feline agility and grace) he thought he could stop her from getting to it. He still hesitated.

Are you certain that you can't tell me?

 

[oreocookie]

I'm not too good with words.

She lies, grinning devilishly.

 

[Bluemage]

He smiled as he looked into her eyes.

Alright, but you have to be a good little kitty, or you'll end up right back up there again.

And with that said, the scissors closed around the unbreakable (but perfectly cuttable) yarn, slicing through the thin fibers that held it together and letting her fall the half an inch that kept her feet from resting comfortably against the mattress when it had held her.

 

[oreocookie]

And then she pounced, with cat-like reflexes, feral strength and felinistic grace, knocking him over on the bed, pinning him once more. She grinned, purring, and rubbed her nude pelvis against the bulge in his pants. A gutteral sound escaped her lips as she did this.

 

[Bluemage]

He had been caught off guard by her pounce, and had the wind knocked out of him as he was pushed to the bed by her full weight. He gasped sharply, both in an attempt to get air flowing back into his lungs, and as a direct result of her naked pelvis grinding hard against his crotch, and the full knowledge that pinned as he was, there was nothing that he could do. Had he had the voice to speak, he might have mentioned that she was a bad kitty and most certainly was headed back to the bedpost, but he couldn't muster the breath to create any words, and knew that such a threat would fall on deaf ears as long as she had him pinned...which likely wouldn't be long given that her body was lighter than his and in the arena of wrestling he had an advantage as a result.

 

[oreocookie]

As she rubbed against him, purring, she watched his face. Some of the same thoughts were going through her mind. She knew she was lighter. But she also knew she had feline advantages on her side. That, and the fact that she grew up with three older brothers with whom she wrestled often, made her a formidable oponent, if he decided he didn't like being on the bottom. While he was clothed, however, her situation wasn't an easy one. She had to figure out how she planned to remove his clothing.

 

[Bluemage]

He stared up at her. As long as she had him pinned there wasn't much that he could do to resist. He was in a bit of a bind with his body still recovering from the initial shock. He knew what was next though, and she'd have to unpin him if she wanted her claws free to tear away his clothing like it was nothing but tissue. Of course, had he thought about the fact that the unbreakable yarn was on the bed he might not have been putting all of his bets on her being completely at his mercy the moment that she let go of him, but he had long forgotten about it.

 

[oreocookie]

Oh yeh! She had claws. Her foot reached out quickly and hooked the ball of yarn, pulling it back to her.

Stay. Or this might hurt.

She said, placing the ball next to him, planning to use it shortly. She shifted her weight and reached down, slashing open his pants and the underwear underneath. She felt him spring up under her and purred once more.

 

[Bluemage]

She had slashed open his pants! This was a very naughty kitty. He was going to have to tie her up again. His hands came up, reaching up to push against her chest, trying to push her back so that he could overpower her and tie her back up. Once he had her there he'd leave her to stew in her own lust for a while, make her thrash about. He'd show her that naughty kittens got punished, but it was probably going to take more energy than what he had recovered to overpower her enough to tie her down if she didn't want him to get there.

 

[oreocookie]

She faultered and fell back slightly, but her cat-like reflexes got her back on top of him pretty quickly.

I said "stay."

She pouted and swiftly grabbed his outstretched hands, wrapping the yarn around them and tying a good knot.

You misbehavent, you.

(Foot note. Misbehavent [miss-bee-hay-vent] noun. One who misbehaves.)

 

[Bluemage]

He blinked as suddenly he found his hands tied together. He then listened to what she had to say. He was a...misbehavant? Was that a word. No. That couldn't be a word. He was going to have to look it up. It sounded cute though. Sounded like something that a feral kitty girl who had no real concept of the language might say. He narrowed his eyes. She was tricking him! She was the one who was misbehaving! This was a foul, foul trick!

 

[oreocookie]

She giggled and looked at him. She rubbed her moist crotch against his hard member, teasing him, purring as she did so.

This is where the demonstration part comes in.

She then she reached down, lined him up, and impaled herself on him, moaning.

 

[Bluemage]

As she reached down to line him up he narrowed his eyes. She was a very naughty kitten. And then she pushed her hips down and impaled herself on his length, and action that drew out a long and powerful moan from his lips. He struggled a bit to push himself up into a sitting position to get at her. Oh he was going to get at her. He gasped out quickly again, his breath already being labored.

You're a...naughty kitty...

He gasped sharply again as he tried to get used to the way he was filling her up.

When I get out...You're going back up...and I'm going to make you beg me to let you be my personal...little pet...

His speech was still broken by sharp gasps for air.

 

[oreocookie]

She giggled, purring, and began to ride him, her breasts jiggling as she did so, eying his tied up hands.

I guess we just won't let you out then, hmm?

She moans as she rides him, her body moving up and down on his shaft.

 

[Bluemage]

He gasped hard again, letting out little moans as she started to ride him. When he spoke it was the ruins of broken sentences, some of which the meaning was lost to time, some of which seemed perfectly clear.

Neugh...I- soooo- oh fuck! Gonna- When I- Oh Jesus....

He realized that he'd probably be doing better if he wasn't trying to talk. He grit his teeth. She wasn't getting away with this though, and he was going to make sure. He fought back against the power long enough that he hoped that he could make himself clear.

gonna break out...gonna catch you...gonna tie you up...gonna fuck you so hard...you'll be sore for a week...

He let out a sharp gasp and then moved forward so that he could reach her ear, and let out a whisper that was eerily clear compared to his other broken cries.

You're gonna beg for it.

And then his voice was lost in sharp gasps and soft moans, but his eyes held the message that he had a very firm belief that what he was saying was absolutely true.

 

[oreocookie]

She grinned as she rode him, listening to his words, and watching him struggle to get to her ear and whisper some very arousing words.

Oh am I?

She moans, his eyes telling her that he did, indeed, believe she would. She didn't doubt it either, if she didn't completely exhaust him before then.

 

[Bluemage]

He growled softly. She thought that she was so clever, did she? She thought that she was going to be able to wear him out before he caught her? There was more than one way to deal with this sort of thing, especially when his hands were tied up in front of him. He pulled his hands back before throwing them up into the air, and then with a swift movement he swung them down.

His arms circled around her, pinning her arms to her sides, and then with a tight pull he had pulled her body hard against his, pressing her hard nipples into his chest. With that he used the energy that he had recovered and rolled himself up onto his feet with a rough thrust that would make sure that he was buried as deeply inside of her as he could be. He was standing and she was impaled on his cock and hugged as tightly to his body as she could be, with nowhere to go, and no way to escape. He narrowed his eyes and then with a calm voice he spoke up into her ear.

There's more than one way to make a feral jungle tiger beg to be a cute little house cat.

With those words past his lips he began the rough thrusting of his hips against hers as he slowly moved to the edge of the bed, seeming to be interested in going somewhere that sheets wouldn't be under his feet, and knowing that she had absolutely no choice on the entire situation.

 

[oreocookie]

She squealed as he ensnared her.

Hey, no fair!

She pouted and then moaned as he thrust into her and spoke. She moaned again as he began to slide in and out of her, edging toward the bed. She had an idea. As he rode into her, she did a little jump, bouncing to wrap her legs around his waist. She wasn't free, but she had a tad more control of the situation. Only a smidgen, though.

 

[Bluemage]

He smirked and as she did her jump to try and wrap her legs around his body he took the step off of the edge of the bed. It was a gentle fall for him, but one that would produce some momentum for her to contend with, the kind of momentum that he knew would be all that much more fun to play with. His foot hit the floor and the force of the fall combined with the fact that she had jumped sent her down against his hips hard, filling her with a thrust that was much more rough, hard, and deep than he could have mustered with his own strength. He had also hoped that it would be enough to counter her attempt to wrap around him, after all, it wasn't good if the kitty thought that she still had some power in a situation like this one.

 

[oreocookie]

The fall took her by surprise, and she let out a bit of a squeak. But she wouldn't let it stop her. She wrapped her legs tight around his waist just as he finished filling her. Now she moaned. That had been rouch, but had felt so good. She pulled him to her, enjoying the feeling of his entire shaft inside of her. Her hands curled at her sides.