It Started With A Bath

Kneeling up between the older cat's knees, Admetus released a huff of boredom, crossing his arms on her thigh and propping his chin on his wrists, watching the other kittens playing.

"Stop squirming." The queen chided fondly, running a hand over his head with a small smile as he shied away, glared at her. "This'll be over soon."

Arching his brows at her, he growled under his breath, felt her resume her careful grooming. If only he hadn't fallen into the clay pit. If only he hadn't let Etcetera convince him that her mum wouldn't mind him sleeping in their box all covered in muck. If only he hadn't been caught by the older queen.

Her claws were combing through his crusted mane, loosening the scabs of mud carefully and leaving the fur smooth. The rhythmic scratch of her claws on his fur was soothing, relaxing.

Admetus felt his eyes growing heavy, snuggling against her soft belly with a yawn, as he own fingers started moving in the steady scratch-lift-scratch-lift-scratch-lift motion on her thigh.

Jellylorum smiled, continued to disentangle his fur, stifling the purr that his hands threatened to pull from her. It had been so long since she had been near a tom as young as this one, as strong, as appealing.

Mating with Old Deuteronomy, the great leader, was all well and good, but when he looked like he was about to have a heart attack from the pressure, it kind of took away from the romance.

And this tom wasn't so much younger. All right, maybe she had a kitten, but the kitten was still one of the youngest in the tribe and this tom was barely a whiskers breadth away from tomhood.

Turning her attention to his neck, she felt him stiffen when her breasts brushed against his cheek, his whiskers twitching. That was good. Implied he wasn't an untouched tom. No doubt Bombalurina had helped with that.

Running her tongue over the fur of his neck, she leaned closer, felt his breath ruffling the fur of her chest ticklishly. By the moon, it really had been too long, far too long.

She was soft. So soft and warm. Unwilling to move his face, Ademetus flared his nostrils, let the scent of the hungry queen fill him. She smelt so sweet and strong and untainted, as he had found with Bombalurina.

He knew it was crazy, that she probably would never reciprocate, but he had to try, even if she sent him away. At least it would get the humiliation of the bath out of the way permanently.

Turning his head very slightly, he let his rough tongue hesitantly brush over her breast, astonishment rippling through him as the peak hardened and the queen gave a little gasp, pushing closer against him.

Her claws raked lightly down the back of his skull, tingles of pleasure bursting through him. Nuzzling her full breast, he nipped at the firm tip playfully, looking up as she whimered softly, writhed against his mouth.

With one paw, she pushed him back, got to her feet, patting her ruffled fur down. "I think we should finish your bath somewhere more private." She suggested, her voice dripping with implication, as she turned and sashayed towards the opening of the box that was her home, casting a suggestive look back at the young tom.

Looking around, biting down on a grin, Admetus prowled after her. Finally, he was going to have some fun with a queen who hadn't mated with half of the tribe, a queen who was soft and warm and smelt delicious.

On stepping over the threshhold of the box, he yipped as he was slammed down on his back, Jellylorum straddling his waist and leaning down to press a kiss to his eager, young mouth.

"We tell no one about this, dear boy." She murmured, nuzzling, licking and kissing his face. Butting her nose against his, she gave him a wickedly sexy smile, her paws resting on his shoulders. "How else will you keep the pretty, young things interested, if they knew you'd done the dirty with old Jellylorum?"

Admetus huffed, his breath flaring her fur, making her chuckle. "You aren't old!" he exclaimed indignantly, running his paws up her thighs and around her waist, to scratch at her tail with his half-sheathed claws. "You don't smell old. You don't look old." He gave her rear a playful squeeze. "You don't feel old."

"Flatterer." Her tail flicked downwards, entangling around his and rubbing against another part of his anatomy provocatively, drawing a stifled groan of pleasure from the younger feline.

"What can I say?" Gripping her hips, he flipped them both over, raising himself up on his forearms. "Honesty's my best feature, some say."

Jellylorum rolled her hips up against his body. "I wouldn't say that." She murmured, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing her hips up against him. He smashed his mouth over hers, mewling with pleasure. Pulling away, she grinned, fur mussed and wriggled again. "I definitely wouldn't say that honesty's a stopping point for your best features."

"You really want this?" Nuzzling her creamy neck fur, he couldn't look her in the eye, nibbling at her collar-bone lightly.

Jerking his pelvis down with her legs, she hissed in delight as he slid into her moist body, her claws sinking deep into his muscular shoulders, blood oozing onto his mottled fur.

"I…take it that's a yes." He croaked, face buried in the curve of her throat, the sensation of being imbedded in such delicious warmth something he hadn't felt for several weeks.

"You don't say." Catching him playfully by the ears, she licked her way down his cheeks, noticing the puzzled look in his eyes. "Your bath." She explained primly, drawing her tongue lazily over his lips, yelping in surprise when he opened his lips and poked his own out.

"I'm not allowed to play?" He pretended to sound disappointed, slowly grinding his pelvis against hers, lower lip dangling in a pout of petulance.

Sliding one paw into the thicket of his head dur, pushing his mouth back to her neck, she purred, tightening her legs around him, her other paw scraping across his smooth back roughly. "Play nice." She whispered, tilting her head to nip his ear.

Nuzzling under her chin, he nodded, slowly started to move his hips back and forward. His deep purr matched the creamy-gold queen's own, her paws flexing, claws repeating his steady motion on the smooth expanse of his rippling back.

Smothering the queen's mouth with his own, Admetus ground harder and harder against her, licking and nipping at her neck and face, her sleek body winding against his, her breasts flattened against his chest.

"Admetus…Adme…Ad…" Gasping, groaning, Jellylorum felt a dizzying wave of pleasure washing over her, gradually increasing in intensity. She was certain she waas going to pass, so sure.And so was he, looking at his face. Or what she could see of it beyond the haze that had converged on her.

Until a little voice interupted them, shattering the moment completely.

"Mummy. What are you doing?"



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