Crashed Cat (closed for dragonrazor)

Rouge was silent through the tirade, and then he frowned, watching her dart for the shower. He listened in silence for a few moments, then spoke quietly to the computer, telling it to send a message to the effect that if they saw her, they'd pass on the message. Then he followed her into the bathroom, watching for a few moments, before walking up to her and pulling her into a hug. He said nothing as he held her tightly.
 
Cheetara had been hanging her head in the spray of the shower as she felt arms encircle her, the press of Rogue's chest on her back, his soft cock brushing her thigh. She straightened and rested her head back on his shoulder.

"I didn't just leave a lover behind. I left friends. Friends I loved and trusted. My lover was part of that group and I couldn't face them after I was rejected."

She sighed, and pulled them both under the heavy spray of water. It felt good to be held again, feel the heat of a lover. It wasn't just mating that she needed, she knew that, but she had always expected a Thunderan mate. Perhaps she should change her ideals.
 
Rouge pondered that for a moment, looking down into the Thunderan blonde's eyes. As she pulled him under the spray with her, he kissed her deeply, rubbing his hands up and down her belly. The tight, toned body of Cheetara soon had him hard and pressing against her arse again, as he sought to comfort her there in the shower. When he finally broke the kiss, breathing heavily, he had to ask. "And this Wily Kat?"
 
She reached between them, stroking his hardness and rubbing the head against her furred cheeks. She sighed.

"He was the youngest of our group, barely a young man. His sister always had to keep him in check. I'm guessing he is with her in a small ship searching for me. I should have told them to leave me be. I just left."

She turned to face Rogue. He was slightly taller, and she kissed him as he kissed her, strong, passionate. Her walls had fallen. Not of the posturing, none of the fighting, none of the feline coyness.

She was just a female now.
 
The deeper, more passionate kiss was full of emotion. Rouge could tell immediately that she'd given up on the pretenses. He pulled her closer, his hands going to her arse and squeezing it. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, rubbing it against hers, even as he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, sliding home into her again.

"So what do you want to do then, aside from take my cum deep in your hot, wet pussy again?"
 
She frowned slightly, expecting a more questions about her past, but Rogue seemed intent on pleasure, not courtship. She shrugged, then smile. She turned around and resumed the position she was when he entered the shower.

"Is it just my pussy you want Rogue?" She reached back to spread her cheeks apart, revealing her wet lips, dripping with water and arousal, along with her smaller, puckered hole.
 
Rouge raised an eyebrow, then gave one of her thighs a gentle squeeze. "I'm a firm believer of the philosophy that people will tell you what you want to know when they're ready to. If you want to tell me about your past, tell me. If you don't, then it would be rude to ask. So do you want me to ask?"

He moved up behind her again, pressing close to her and kissing the back of her neck while he waited on her answer, running his hands over her shoulders and starting to massage them.
 
She turned her head to stare at him hard. She opened her mouth to speak, then stopped. Then she started again.

"My lover was Panthro, the strongest of our group. Yes he had eyes for another, a... commoner." She growled low. "Not a warrior. I was, am... too much a warrior for his taste, it seemed."

She lifted her head into the hard spray again, steeling herself, then the question burst from her lips.

"You are a warrior too, Rogue. Like him. Like me. Will you reject me just the same?"
 
Rouge studied her face for long moments as she spoke. Her words sank in, and he tapped his chin thoughtfully as he considered the implications of what had happened to her. Then he stepped close again. He looked down into her eyes, before speaking. "Are you saying then that Thunderan women don't get equal treatment and respect to Thunderan men? That is a shame. Because in all honesty, I couldn't picture a more perfect specimen of woman than you, Miss Cheetara. And I think until such time as you no longer desire it, I want you to be mine."

With that, he kissed her hard, pinning her to the shower wall and holding her there, his hands gently stroking her sides.
 
She groaned at his words, her back suddenly pressed to the shower wall, kissing him fervently. His. Not normally used to thinking about such things, she let her mine ponder that idea for a moment. His. Was it just physically? Was that what she wanted?

For right now, none of it mattered as she needed him again, and reach to grasp his cock to squeeze. Her instinct always was to guide, to direct her lover to the ways that she liked, but now was perhaps a time to let go. She released him and just let him go, nipping his lip, but moving her hands to his shoulders.
 
Rouge could sense the hesitant way Cheetara released her grip on his length. As her hands came to rest on his shoulders, he slowly rubbed his length against her lips, before thrusting it deep into her. As her tight, wet heat enveloped him, he put his hands on her hips, pushing her farther down. He looked into her eyes, and then started to drive his cock into her hard and fast. He moved his hands to her arse, massaging it as he started fucking her again, their second coupling in an hour.

He leaned down, running his tongue around one of her nipples, before sucking it into his mouth and eagerly nibbling. He'd do whatever he had to in order to make her forget the pain she'd suffered. Then, if she wanted, he'd take her back to her people, and join her there.
 
She screamed out, though the sound was dulled by the water pounding over them. Her hair was completely matted, and her long blonde hair clung to her face. He drove deep hitting the entrance to her womb, causing the slightest amount of discomfort, but she was enjoying it nonetheless. Her sex gripped him, not wanting to release as he pulled back.

Her claws scratched again at his back as she gripped it. She finally found her voice, amongst the moans.

"I'll be yours, but I don't want to go back to my people yet."
 
Rouge could feel her tightening up around him, and he fucked her harder for it. Her words, moaned and screamed as she rode him, made him smile. He sucked harder on her nipple, ignoring the pain from her claws. The beautiful blonde Thunderan's well-muscled body rippled with each thrust, and Rouge could hear in her voice as it echoed in the shower room just how much she was enjoying what he did to her.

He pulled his lips away from her nipple suddenly, looking into her slitted eyes. "How could anyone pass you up? You're smart, you can fight, and to top things off, you're the best fuck I've had in almost a millenium."
 
At his words, she she relaxed herself, taking him as deeply as possible, then held him, then she made her pussy flex, pleasure like a mouth, without the need for thrusting. Pulling his head up, she kissed him hungrily, forcing herself not to nip, as was her tendency.

Without the pounding, her need to release was less, but her pleasure still increased and she moan more into Rogue's mouth. He might be the lover she was truly looking for, and if so, she wouldn't need to to go back to her people.

To travel with him and explore, see new place, battle and spar and fuck across the stars. She let out a little mewl as she finally began to come, rippling over her thickness.
 
Rouge returned the kiss eagerly, feeling the tight blonde's body tense up as she came hard. He continued thrusting into her, rubbing his tongue against hers as he squeezed and massaged her arse again, pulling far enough away from the wall of the shower to bounce her up and down against him. He felt her muscles contracting and releasing around him, working to hold him as deeply as possible, and he held her tight to him.

As her orgasm ended, his started, blasting his seed deep into her and coating her insides. She was his, and he wasn't going to let her go.
 
The cat fell back against Rogue, once again filled with him, and moaned quietly. She clung to him, not wanting to leave the safety of the shower, or his arms. She didn't want to face her kin, or her past, she just wanted to move on from it.

Forestalling the inevitable, she sank to her knees, once Rogue has slipped out, and with the water cascading down her body, starting to lick softly as his softening cock, to taste, and to clean. She wanted to know his scent and taste, as well as the feel of him inside.
 
As the gorgeous blonde sank to her knees and started to eagerly suck hiim down, Rouge moaned, putting a hand on her head and running it through her hair. The eager licking and sucking she gave him would have him ready to perform again in no time, he thought. He looked down into her eyes, seeing the pleasure and desire on her face as she worked, and his length started to grow and harden faster, his ardour for her returning.

"Oh yeah. That's good, Cheetara. You're good at that. I still can't see why anyone would consider leaving you."
 
Still grasping Rogue's cock, Cheetara rose, with a rather rueful smile. She turned off the water and lead him out into the bedroom again, dripping water, forgetting to dry.

"There are more important things than just pleasure, Rogue. I would have though that such a long lifespan would have taught you that much. I've had good lovers before, but despite screams that would break the windows of your precious ship, only the lover I left seemed to draw my spirit."

She pushed Rogue back, a bit of an angry flash in her eyes, before she fell to her knees again, and start to rather quickly and roughly swallow him, though not letting her fangs touch him. Her fingers deftly stroked his shaft and his balls, her eye closed.
 
As Cheetara dragged him to the bedroom, he walked behind her, his eyes dropping to follow her hips. When she turned around, the angry look in Cheetara's eyes had Rouge worried, but only for a moment. As she started to suck him down again, this time more rough and violently, he groaned lightly. He ran his fingers through her hair, watching her as she closed her eyes.

After a few minutes of this, he gently pulled her up, and leaned in, whispering to her. "Tell me something. What exactly would you expect of someone who you would spend your life with? Tell me what kind of man you want as yours?" He rolled over with her, and started nibbling along her body. "Do you want a man who will hold you tight, no matter what? One who will keep you close always?"

He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, then tugged gently at it with his teeth, before continuing his way down her belly.
 
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