Crashed Cat (closed for dragonrazor)

His words were hazy, garbled, and she couldn't bring him into focused. Her frustration only made her head hurt worse than it already did. She wretched a little before, forcing it to pass. Her hand went to the side of her head and felt the blood pouring down her fur. She cursed, tried to get to her feet then fell against the tree.

"I hope you slew that beast." She managed to get out the words, not sure of what was happening. She stumbled again, right into rogues arms and passed out completely.
 
Rouge barely managed to catch the collapsing Thunderan woman. He smiled at the words, then carried her back to the ship. After tending her wounds and laying her down on a bed, he headed back out. He picked up the discarded weapons, and brought them slowly back to the ship. He put them away, and then took a sample of the creature's skin for the ship to analyze. Then he sat down in a chair near her bed, and fell asleep watching over her.
 
She woke, groggy, hearing only the vague hum of the ship and heavy breathing. Rogue had his head on his chin, wearing his dirty jumpsuit. She smile, glad that he was honorable enough to watch over her while she was injured. She touched her head and found a bandage, and s light throbbing, but the worst of the pain was gone. Her head felt oddly light, no doubt she had been given some remedy for pain.

Without waking him, she went to the mirror and saw the extent of her wounds. It wasn't bad. Her body was largely untouched. She must have hit the tree with her head and shoulder. She flexed her legs and found them in good order, though didn't feel up to moving much. She asked the computer, quietly, for water and drank, seeing Rogue coming to.

She walked over to him and kissed him.

"Thank you for saving me, and for bringing me here. It has been many years since a male has taken care of me in such a away. It's not unwelcome." She smile and sat down directly in his lap.
 
Rouge looked at the figure of the blonde Thunderan, and smiled as she moved around. He stretched slightly, waking up slowly. When she walked over, kissing him, and sank down into his lap, he put both hands on her arse, squeezing gently. At her words, the smile got bigger. Then he pulled her into a deeper kiss, pushing down with his hands as he massaged her. He ground gently against her, getting hard again from her presence.

When he finally broke the kiss, he looked up into her eyes. "We should get back to what we started earlier."
 
She was still naked and at his words, she kissed him passionately. She didn't have the energy to really let herself go, because of her injuries, but her hands started groping for buttons or zippers to Rogue's jumpsuit. She felt his bulge pressing over her bare sex, and growled low.

When she had trouble finding anything to open the jumpsuit, her claws extended and she started tearing it away, scratching Rogues back.

"How do you wear these things, Rogue," she hissed at him, scraping the material away to reveal his slender, but strong chest. "It's better to be naked in your own space." She stood and pulled down hard to release him, and stood there, licking her fangs, unsure of where to start.
 
Rouge raised an eyebrow at the vengeful way she tore open his outfit. He watched her as she stood there, licking her lips, then reached up, pulling her down into another deep, passionate kiss. He continued that kiss for long moments, before pushing her slowly down to her knees between his legs. "I want you to suck my cock. Make me cum down that pretty little throat of yours. After that, I'm going to fuck you into unconsciousness."
 
She did sink to her knees, but with a feral growl that hopefully let Rogue know that she wouldn't be taking commands from him that often. She grasped his hardness and squeeze, before lowering her lips to it. As she slowly swallowed him, her fangs grazed him as another reminder of what she could do.

Her free hand went to his smooth chest, pressing and lightly scratching. His cock was hot, musky with sweat, telling her he hadn't bathed since their fight outside, but it did not matter to her. She preferred the stronger masculine scents to those who bathed regularly. Active males smelled like musk and sweat. She took Rogue deep into her mouth then pulled back again, meeting his eye.
 
Rouge looked down into Cheetara's eyes as she slowly took him down her throat, then pulled back up. The teeth were a bit unnerving at first, but as she started sucking on him, her arousal obvious by how eagerly she did so, he moaned loudly. After a few moments of her head bobbing in his lap, he motioned her up and around so that he could return the favor. When she was in place, with a little forceful help from him, he started eagerly, hungrily devouring her pussy, letting her resume the work of sucking him down her throat.
 
Now this was a male who knew his art. His tongue was hot and moved easily on her pussy, quickly finding the spots that made her growl lower and lower, becoming more feral. It became such that she had to consciously stop herself from nipping at his hardness, focusing on moving her lips up and down the shaft, her tongue moving very fast over his flesh.

Her arousal was more than a normal human female, stronger scent, thicker, designed to take more powerful and larger lovers than humans. As Rogue pleasured her, her vigor increased to that she felt him starting to thrust into her mouth. She held down his hip so he would be in some control, but she sensed that his orgasm wasn't far away. Neither was hers.
 
As the gorgeous busty blonde continued to suck on his length, her head moving faster and faster as her arousal rose, he found it getting hard to keep from thrusting his length down her throat. He continued to run his tongue over her lower lips, nibbling and nipping at them every so often, but it was getting harder to control himself. As he started to cum, his seed flooding her mouth and spraying deep down her throat, he bit gently at her clit, tugging on it. He wanted to taste her juices before he fucked her.
 
She felt the throbbing is his length before the eruption, so was ready for the jets of seed the filled her mouth, swallowing quickly so as not to let any escape the seal of her lips. He was delicious, there was no other word for it. The taste combined with the skill of Rogue's mouth pushed her over the edge only a moment later, and her juices ran out of her sex and against his lips, letting him taste.

She held his spent cock in her finger, finding that it wasn't spent at all. She flicked her tongue at the head, teasingly, letting Rogue get all the taste of her that he wanted.
 
Rouge moaned as Cheetara teasingly flicked her tongue against the sensitive head of his cock. He eagerly lapped up her juices, sucking them down and squeezing and massaging her cheeks as he did. Finally, when he had drank all he could, he pushed her down until her arse was in his lap. He reached between them, positioning himself, then pushed her hips down so her pussy sank onto his length.

He kept his hands on her hips, and started to move her hips up and down in his lap, caressing her thighs as he did so. She was tighter than he would have thought possible, and he made absolutely certain to savor it as he started bouncing up into her each time he pushed her hips down against him.
 
He felt so good. She couldn't deny herself that fact. Despite her desire for solitude, the leaving of a lover, it felt right to be in this mans lap, in his arm, with his cock buried inside. She had loved mating and sex at home, and she started to bounce with him as he guided her hips. She squeezed him tightly, something she has also loved to do with her lovers.

She could make herself feel very tight around a male, despite her experience, and could see that Rogue loved the feeling. Her hands, claws extended moved into his hair, then back over her shoulders and down his back. As his thrust increase, her hips kept the rhythm. Her lips parted in a growl and started at him to encourage him to go faster and harder.
 
Rouge fucked her harder, his length filling her over and over again. The busty blonde Thunderan woman proved how eager she was, and how long it had been for her, as she bounced more and more eagerly for him. The feel of her hands in his hair, her tight pussy wrapped around his cock, as they fucked like they couldn't get enough of each other made him moan against her neck as he kissed it. He slid his hands up, squeezing and massaging her breasts, as he kept going.

As Cheetara's hips kept pumping back against him, he explored her body, his hands roaming from her breasts down her belly, to her pussy and back, rubbing all over and squeezing her flesh. Her growling moans only drove him onward, until he rocked forward, abandoning the chair to take her on her hands and knees, managing to do so without leaving the hot, wet depths of her body.
 
She met each hammering thrust as Rogue drove into her from behind. All the hesitation was gone now; she was snarling, hissing, scratching at the floor, more cat than humanoid now, in the throes of lust.

This was how she preferred it, being mounted like the animal she was, being filled utterly, hard, feral. She twisted her body, so she could see Rogue's muscles flex, his hips move forwards, his face contorted in pleasure. She reach back, her claws extended and scratched hard enough to draw blood, though not deep. This was her mark now, showing that he was a lover of hers. How red the blood looked on his pale smooth skin. Her Thunderan lovers, with thick fur, always hid their marks well. Even if Rogue healed, she would remark him every time they fucked. She promised herself that.
 
The marking was a surprise. But it didn't stop Rouge. He continued pounding his length into Cheetara's tight little body, thrusting hard and deep. He fucked her hard, twining his fingers in her hair and pulling her head back and into a deep, passionate kiss. His other hand squeezed her breasts, roughly groping her as the beautiful blonde took every inch of him into her. He spread her wide open, pinning her down to the floor beneath him as he hammered into her, taking her in every way possible as his.
 
Chetara tosser her mane of hair back and forth as she took Rogue's length. He was pounding her, hard, almost rough, in the way that her Thunderan lovers normally would. The young looking man had strength that didn't show in his lithe body. She reached a hand back to grab his hip, pulling to get more force, scratching him again, leaving a trail of scratches that lightly oozed blood. He would learn was it meant to bed a Cat.

She let her hips go and her natural speed started to show again, flying back and forth, faster than his thrusts, causing heat to build at their coupling. The heat added to her pleasure and she howled, clawing the smooth floor, ready to orgasm again.
 
As the busty blonde Thunderan woman started to speed up, getting wilder and wilder, Rouge thrust his length deeper into her. He could see her claws grating into the floor, and the heat of her body was felt around and against him as he fucked her. Her howling moans and screams of pleasure drove him onward. He shifted his weight forward, pinning her body beneath his, and started to slam his hips hard against her arse, driving every inch of his hardness into her depths. His hands squeezed her breasts beneath them, rubbing and massaging the full, firm globes and tweaking the pink nipples protruding from them.

This woman was easily the hottest, wildest fuck he'd ever had, and he did his best to live up to her expectations, needing her to cum around him. He wanted to be the best she'd ever had, and wasn't about to stop fucking her until she was begging for his cum.
 
The pleasure was building, but it wasn't time yet. Let's see how limber he is, Cheetara though and smiled, baring her fangs. She quickly lifted her legs, mid thrust from Rogue, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Grabbing the floor, she pulled up, so that she curled in half, pulling him over her, driving down instead of forwards, and her sex naturally clenched him even more tightly.

His weight with each thrust, drove down on her back, which was flat on the ground. Her claws scratched up his legs as he used them for his thrusts. She couldn't fuck back now, but the intensity of friction was much higher. She howled her pleasure as she got close to orgasm again. She wanted his cum, his seed, but she wanted this rutting to last.
 
The sudden change in orientation was a bit startling. But Rouge took it in stride, using his hands to brace himself on the floor. He reached down between them, and started rubbing and pinching her clit as he see-sawed his length into her pussy. Then he used his other hand to rotate himself slightly until he was able to look into her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her legs, and pressed them forward, pinning them against her chest as he started to pound into her harder.

He kissed her roughly, passionately, and slipped his tongue into her mouth.
 
She hadn't expected him to turn her body around, and looked up into his face, full of effort, covered in sweat, grinning. Handsome, virile, able with a weapon. Even in the throes of her pleasure, she thought these things, feeling his cock piston into her.

Cheetara bit as his tongue as it invaded her mouth. She felt full, pleasure, on the edge of ecstacy. She needed his seed, to feel the release, so she tightened herself as much as she cool, but because of her slipperiness, he could still move as he wished. She pushed her tongue back against his, not letting him take complete control. No male would ever do that to her. Never.

Bent in half, her stomach strained, her nipples brushing her own furred legs, and she started to tense, no longer able to hold back.
 
Rouge could feel the trembling, tensing muscles of Cheetara's body as he fucked her. He rubbed his tongue up against hers, nipping at it as she did to his. As she eagerly took his length, he deepened their kiss. He moaned, feeling her body practically begging for his cum. As her orgasm washed over them both, he thrust his length deep into her. His seed flooded her womb, spraying deep and coating her insides. He kept pumping for a few moments, then let her legs go, kissing her again as he laid atop her.
 
Even though her legs were released, and she fell into a normal position with Rogue on top, Cheetara wrapped her legs around him again. His pulsing spent hardness rested inside her and she loved it. She felt some of their mixed juices ooze out onto the smooth floor.

"You are good, very good," she purred and nipped his neck lightly. "Perhaps this planet will be good with just the two of us here." She scratched his back, wondering if he was spent or ready for more. Her head was throbbing a bit, and she knew she needed rest.

Rest could come later, if he was ready again.
 
Rouge was about to speak when he heard a noise from a speaker on the wall. Rouge pulled away and cleared his throat, before speaking to the computer quietly for a few moments. He frowned after only a few sentences, and turned to look at the tall, busty blonde. He tilted his head, regarding her for a few moments, then spoke quietly.

"Uh...apparently, we are receiving a radio transmission from someone calling herself Wily Kat? They're calling for you, I guess."
 
"What? NO!" she screamed, sounding almost like a cat for a moment, and in a quick motion was up next to Rogue, staring at the equipment.

"I was sure they wouldn't come after me. I told them NOT to." She growled, and started scratching at her own arms. "I don't want to talk to him, not at all. I wanted to be left alone!" All lust forgotten, Cheetara stormed out of the room, into the bathroom where she stepped into the shower cubicle, a rush of hot water quickly following.

The room filled with steam as she screamed in frustration and pounded on the wall, uttering curses. Her fur matted, the evidence of sex washing away, she pondered how she could avoid seeing her kinsmen.
 
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