Page 53 of I Married A Catman

Ophelia’s stomach quivered when I deeply inhaled her intoxicating musk. My chest vibrated with a hungry growl before I dove in for my feast. Nazhrals didn’t perform oral sex on each other. This had been another first for me. What a shame it would have been to have missed out on something so mind-blowingly blissful.

The tartness of my female’s essence exploded on my taste buds. It made me even harder and hungrier to devour her. Encouraged by my woman’s moans and by her hands gripping my mane, I greedily licked and sucked on her clit. As much as I initially thought a woman’s body to be poorly designed that her most erogenous part would be located on the outside, I now finally saw its value.

With our females, there was no pleasure in them without penetration. As it triggered their ovulation, unless they took active measures to prevent unplanned pregnancies, you couldn’t really mate just for the enjoyment of it. But this little wonder would allow me to pleasure my mate whenever, wherever, on a whim.

A practical trait I intended to make extensive use of.

Slipping two fingers inside Ophelia—their entry eased by how wet she already was for me—I zeroed in on the sensitive bundle of nerves right at the top, a short way in. Her body instantly jerked in response. It felt amazing knowing exactly where and how to touch my female to send her over the edge.

I fleetingly wondered again why human males were so ill-designed to satisfy their women. They should have had an external appendage devoted to stroking their mate’s clitoris with each thrust, and they required either similar spikes on their shaft to massage what they called the G-spot or have a recurved cock to make sure it wouldn’t just shoot past it.

The Gods did human women dirty.

But not this one. My mate would never want for orgasms.

As if she’d read the thoughts crossing my mind, Ophelia suddenly cried out, her back arching as ecstasy swept her away. My mouth still latching on to her clit to keep her flying high for as long as possible, I tilted my head up to peer at her. At first, I could only see the delectable hard buds of her nipples until her back relaxed onto the mattress.

By the Gods, she looked stunning!

With her pale complexion, her face, neck, and chest were flushed, giving the impression her freckles were bathed in a reddish glow, just like the red stars of Luen. Her green eyes were darkened with passion, her lips parted as voluptuous sounds flowed out of her in an endless stream, and her face was dissolved in an expression of pure bliss… Bliss thatIhad given her.

As soon as she started to come back down, I yielded at last to the demands of my painfully hard cock. I kissed my way back up before settling on top of her. Although she parted her legs wide to welcome me, that position humans called missionary would take a while for me to get used to. My legs didn’t find it natural. Technically, it wasn’t all that different from kneeling, but it required for me to mostly sustain my weight on my arms rather than on my knees.

But I couldn’t deny this human position offered far more intimacy than the standard Nazhral one. Nothing compared to being face to face with one’s soulmate as our bodies became one.With a single smile laced with an equal measure of passion and tenderness, my mate expressed her consent, reinforced by the possessive way in which she wrapped her arms around me.

Like I did on our first night, I willed my cock to self-lubricate then pressed my lips to my woman as I began pushing myself inside her. It was meant to distract her from any discomfort she might feel. Considering my girth, it was almost a miracle she could receive me. Even now, despite the multiple rounds we’d enjoyed last evening, her body once more resisted my invasion. My loins burned with the need to just ram myself in and give in to the insatiable hunger Ophelia awakened in me. I forced myself to stick to shallow thrusts and deepened the kiss.

Lost in the softness of her tongue and the sweetness of her taste, I was almost startled when her body suddenly yielded to me. Ophelia hissed against my lips, no doubt from the burn. The tightness of her sheath squeezing me from all sides had me on the verge of spilling.

Nothing should feel this good.

Summoning all the self-control I possessed, I continued to kiss and caress my woman as she adjusted to me, until her inner walls started contracting around my length. As soon as I began moving, a nearly feral growl rumbled in my throat.

It was so fucking good!

My spikes were already highly erogenous, but the way she gripped me, her searing heat stroking every sensitive nerve ending both on the way in and out, had me on the verge of erupting. I could barely think. My entire world narrowed down to the inferno raging in my loins. Each thrust sent lightning bolts coursing through me. Ophelia’s hands and mouth on me, the exquisite feel of her feverish skin against mine, and the voluptuous sound of her moans in my ears soon had me drowning in a maelstrom of sensations.

I didn’t know when I picked up the pace. One moment I was trying to rein myself in, and the next I was pounding into her. I wanted to fuck her raw. To brand her, break her, have her as insane with desire for me as I was for her. She was writhing beneath me, whispering my name between two moans, her breathing labored as she began to crest.

She fell apart with a sharp cry. Her inner walls clamping down on my cock nearly had me come undone. Grinding my teeth through the urge to surrender to my own release, I pursued my relentless assault, taking her even harder, deeper, and faster. I still wanted her too much, even if it killed me.

For a brief moment, I considered pulling out of her and flipping her onto her stomach. Not only was that a more comfortable position for me, but there was something incredibly erotic about firmly gripping a female’s waist, the plump curves of her behind slamming against your pelvis as you ram your cock into her, over and over again. Another bolt of lust exploded in the pit of my stomach at the memory of how my female rocked in front of me, last night, meeting me thrust for thrust as I wrecked her.

But I couldn’t bear the thought of no longer being one with her for the merest second. Instead, I slipped my arms behind her knees and folded her legs up towards her chest even as I spread them wider. She was pinned down and fully opened to me.

I went feral as I gave in to the lust and passion she stirred in me.

Ophelia never got a chance to come down from her current high as I ravaged her with unbridled fury. Having her trapped beneath me, helpless but to take all that I had to give, and still begging me for more only fueled the madness that had my mind on the verge of fracturing.

As waves upon waves of pleasure almost too much to bear threatened to overwhelm me, I released my mate’s right leg andslipped a hand between us. I wouldn’t last much longer, but I needed my woman coming all over my cock as I gave in to my orgasm.

The rough pad of my fingers no sooner touched her clit than Ophelia’s body seized, swept away again. This time, I surrendered with a powerful roar, followed by a long stream of feral grunts. I continued to rock in and out of her, my movements erratic as spasms of ecstasy shook my body. My seed shot out of me in endless spurts of pure bliss.

Fully spent, I collapsed on top of my mate, before turning us around so that she would lay on top of me. My cock still buried inside her, my tail tightly wrapped around her waist, I let the spinning room settle around us, along with the frantic beating of my heart.

Even now, our bodies still bound as one, I couldn’t seem to get close enough to my woman. She was mine, and I was hers. In that instant, I knew no one could ever own me more fully than she did.

Ophelia was my soulmate.

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