Page 52 of I Married A Catman

The flame of desire didn’t so much spark as flare up with surprising intensity as soon as I rubbed my temple against my woman’s. The irrational need to mark her with my scent, to brand her as mine took hold of me with the strength that left me reeling. Throughout the evening, the possessiveness she stirred in me increased with every passing minute.

I didn’t understand how she gained so much power over me in such a short time. It was especially confusing since she hadn’t used any of the tricks other females usually did. Obviously, the fact that she hadn’t listed any demands or conditional promises made her even more enticing to my eyes. But there was just something about her, about the way she smiled, looked at me, and made me feel simply with her presence that had become incredibly addictive.

Every time she brushed against me, whether by accident or intentionally, I immediately began craving her embrace. Evenas I carried her to our bed, memories of the previous night had blood rushing to my pelvic area.

By the gods, it had been so insanely good with her!

To think I had found her appearance strange and mostly unappealing. And now, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the little things that made her so perfect. From the incredible softness of her furless skin to the impromptu way it covered itself in those ridiculously cute little bumps for no apparent reason, to those magical spots she called freckles and that I wanted to lick one by one, my mate was a treasure trove of wonders that fascinated me. I loved how she wrinkled her strange pointy nose whenever she was embarrassed or annoyed. The intensity of the redness of her skin as she blushed would never stop making me want to both laugh and squeeze her in a tight hug.

And those eyes… those stunning green eyes that always seem to peer into the very depth of my soul just mesmerized me.

However, as I lay her down on the bed, it was a different wonder that I wanted to feast my eyes—and my mouth—on.

Ophelia kicked off the flat shoes she’d been wearing while I was leaning down to kiss her. That reminded me just how fragile humans were. She needed clothes to protect her skin from the elements and keep her body warm, and shoes to shelter the insane softness of her sole from rocks and other sharp objects on the ground. Another wave of protectiveness flared within me thinking of how ill-equipped humans were to survive in the wild.

Nazhrals were naturally designed to thrive in most environments and against many dangers or predators. We only wore clothes to hide our genitals. But that was a relatively recent thing, dating a few centuries back after we made first contact with off-worlders. We always had loincloths, but they were more a fashion statement that people randomly elected to wear, mostly to display wealth and status.

However, as much as I found the outfits she wore flattering, right now, I wanted her fully bare.

Still standing at the edge of the bed, I bent forward and licked her navel, left exposed by the short, formfitting top she was wearing. Throughout the day, that little button relentlessly taunted me. Remembering how she shivered and squirmed last night when I licked and nipped at it, my tongue twitched to see if I could get a similar reaction from her again.

And I did.

I loved how responsive Ophelia was to my touch. During our multiple, unbridled couplings, I inventoried each of her sensitive spots and made certain to give them all the attention they deserved. A couple more licks and nips had my woman’s legs jerking, which made me chuckle with quite a bit of smugness.

But the blossoming scent of her arousal urged me to get down to business, as humans liked saying. I climbed onto the bed, my knees on each side of her legs. Slipping my hands beneath the hem of her top, I lifted it up in a bold caress, my lips following in their wake as they exposed her breasts. They fascinated me. Considering their massive size—compared to a Nazhral female’s—and how perky they were, one could have expected them to be firm, almost hard. And yet, they couldn’t have been softer and more pliable.

I fondled them with both hands, reveling in the strange texture of her areolas and nipples as they began to harden. It was such an odd phenomenon. But knowing that arousal prompted that reaction fanned the flame burning in the pit of my stomach.

While my thumb continued to tease her right breast, I released her other breast so my mouth could take over giving it some much needed attention. Its texture on my tongue made me instantly hard, as did the way her body jerked in response, accompanied by the sexiest throaty moan. I licked and laved her nipple a while longer before resuming my journey upward.

I finished lifting her top while peppering soft kisses around her chest area and neck. She raised her arms to allow me to rid her of the garment.

I leaned forward to kiss her. It still felt a little strange to me, but no longer in an unpleasant fashion. This thing was growing on me, which was a good thing as I knew my mate enjoyed it. She immediately responded, pressing her lips against mine while wrapping her arms around me. By the gods! It did the most wonderful thing to me that she truly seemed to crave proximity with me. I loved her eagerness and passion.

As I continued to caress her body, I felt emboldened and licked the seam of her mouth. Ophelia froze and slightly pulled her head back. Eyes flicking between mine, she studied my face with an inquisitive look, as if to make certain she hadn’t misinterpreted my intentions. Suddenly feeling uncertain, I gave her a nervous smile. My mate’s face lit up, and she returned my smile with the loveliest mix of encouragement and timidity.

When she lifted her head back towards mine, I gently reclaimed her lips. This time, as soon as I poked my tongue out, her lips parted, welcoming me in. Despite my apprehension about such an unusual thing, I carefully made her tongue’s acquaintance. It was the strangest and yet most fascinating sensation.

Humans didn’t possess a raspy tongue like we did, but never in a million years would I have imagined such softness. It was smooth, warm, and silky as it danced around mine. In retrospect, I shouldn’t be surprised considering how impossibly soft her mouth had felt around my cock.

A needy moan also escaped me at the memory of the insane pleasure she’d given me that way. Clamping down on the wave of lust surging in my loins, I focused on that kiss. Savoring my female’s sweet taste, my exploration grew bolder in tandem with my confidence.

Who would have thought licking the inside of another person’s mouth could be this pleasurable?

The look of wonder on my woman’s face when I ended the kiss wrecked me. She smiled, gratitude, lust, and something else I couldn’t define warred for dominance on her features. All that mattered was that I wanted her to always look at me like that. In that instant, I realized I would do anything and everything to make this woman as happy as any person could be… whatever the cost.

For the next eternity, I worshiped every inch of her body. I would never tire of the feel of her soft skin under my tongue, its slight saltiness, and intoxicating scent. My mate loved being licked and nipped. To my surprise, she also enjoyed when I carefully raked the tips of my claws or fangs on her, obviously without breaking skin. I was starting to suspect Ophelia liked flirting with danger, and I would gladly oblige.

Her stomach quivered in that sexy way of hers as my mouth traveled down her body to my prize. The scent of her arousal had my cock throbbing with need. Humans didn’t have pheromones in the traditional sense, and yet my mate’s musk acted on me like the most potent aphrodisiac. The slightest waft sufficed to make me burn with the urge to put her on all fours and unleash my passion on her.

Even now, it took every bit of my willpower to keep me from doing just that.

Ophelia’s breath became a bit faster and shallower as I stared at her treasure. It already glistened with her essence for me, and her little nub was perking its head up, clamoring for my attention. Her slit was the most adorable shade of pink. A part of me deplored that it was cleanly shaven. I had looked forward to seeing tight curls, the same fiery red as her hair, framing her slit.

Although slightly disappointed, finding her completely bare had not surprised me. From what I’d read about humans,removing body hair was a common ritual among them, especially for women. In fact, except for the nearly invisible, extremely fine short hairs on her forearms and the long locks on her head, my mate had no other hair anywhere, including under her armpits or the length of her slender legs.

A pity, truly. But that didn’t stop me from reveling in the extreme softness of her skin.

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