Page 142 of A Touch of Savagery

Aspen crouched by Roth’s head. “Paws here. Keep them together.

Roth obeyed and knew he probably looked rather like a cat when they stretched out their front legs and stuck their bum up in the air.

“Fuck,” Roth moaned when Oriel rubbed his prostate.

“Shh. Kitties go meow.”

“Meow!” Roth yelled when Oriel’s rubbing grew quite vigorous.

Aspen rubbed his chin to hide the quick smile that flashed on his face. “Just take your ass pounding and stay still like a good kitty.”

Oriel didn’t wait too long to get his cock in. Roth moaned as Oriel’s hips slapped his ass with every thrust, and he kept his paws together. Aspen scratched one of his ears and leaned in to kiss him.

Roth had slipped his tongue in when Oriel leaned down to bite his neck just hard enough to make him stay still.

Roth whimpered against Aspen’s mouth. Fuck. After all the stimulation, he was so close, and judging by Oriel’s breathing, he was ready to burst too. Aspen’s kisses grew more aggressive, and he reached to stroke Roth’s cock.

“Fuck,” Roth gasped. “I mean-meow.”

“Cum for us, kitty.” Aspen cupped his face with his free hand and kissed along his jawline.

The pleasure snapped and raced through Roth as the orgasm seemed to burst from inside. Aspen’s hand quickened, and Roth clenched around the thick shaft pumping in and out of his ass. The sound of Oriel coming undone above him made him squeeze harder to milk out every last drop. He pressed his face against Aspen’s as he clenched his paws.

Aspen growled as he stroked, and rope after rope of Roth’s cum hit the couch cushion. “That’s it, Kitty. Clench and make Oriel feel good.”

“Fuck.” Oriel had rammed himself in as far as he would go, and he stilled against Roth as he seemed to be trying to regain his senses. Roth, braced on his knees and forearms, turned his head to find Aspen’s lips.

“Mmm,” Aspen hummed as he released Roth’s cock. “Who’s a good kitty?”

“Mew.”

“The best damn kitty,” Oriel mumbled. He straightened up on his knees but didn’t pull out. “Kitty spilled his cream. Come on. If you make a mess, you have to clean it up.

He kept his cock buried as he scooted back and tugged Roth along with him.

“Watch the cream,” said Aspen.

Oriel maneuvered them enough. “Lick it up.” Roth clenched around him to make him hiss. “You’re not getting out of this, kitty. You better get every last drop.”

Roth lowered his head for the last degrading act of lapping up his own cum from the cushion. Aspen watched to make sure he did a good job, and he leaned forward for another kiss.

“Kitty tastes good.”

Oriel finally pulled out and flipped Roth on his back so he could get on top and kiss him. “You were such a good kitty.”

“Meow.”

Roth stretched out like a lazy cat as Aspen managed to get on the couch next to him. For a few minutes, they lay in a tangled heap together to enjoy the afterglow. Oriel started poking the bell to make it tink.

Roth smiled without opening his eyes. “I like my gift, and I’ll definitely wear it again in the future.”

“Being a kitty isn’t so bad, huh?”

“No. I’ll do it again when I feel like it.”

“Or if I decide to put the collar on you. Then you'll do it." Oriel chuckled as Roth opened one eye to aim his lofty glare at him.

“I need the sand tray,” he said.

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