First Love
Arching against the warmth of the mouth that teased her, Demeter
stifled a moan of pleasure, her hips bucking upwards, paws twisting
into her lover's heavy, silvery headfur.
A rough tongue grazed over her nether lips, lapping at the warmth
and the juices that were spilling from the golden queen's trembling,
sweat-matted body.
"Please..." Flexing her claws against her lover's scalp, her breath
grew ragged, escaping in low pants. "No...please..."
Drawing back, the enigmatic, dark eyes of the older feline gazed
down at her, half-questioning, half-longing. Demeter pulled away,
struggling feebly to sit up, shaking her head.
"You don't want this to continue?" The soft, melodious tone of the
other cat's voice sent a thrill of deisre down her spine. "Demeter,
you know I love you, I want you..." With each word, the silver-grey
body smoothly crept closer, until hot breath made the young queen's
whiskers twitch. "I have you."
The burning, delicious mouth that covered her own stifled any
protests that Demeter may have been thinking, her desperate body
responding when her mind knew it should shy away.
"No!"
Still, no anger flared in those dark, understanding eyes. "Are you
sure that's what you want?" The moonlight glinted through tangled
swathes of fur, matted with age.
The queen shook her head, pulled her knees up against her chest,
the scent of her desire filling the small shelter they shared. "I
don't know what I want." She whispered pitifully. "It's this year's
Ball soon and..."
"You're expected to choose a mate." The deep resonance in the voice
soothed her, her frantic rocking slowing, fat tears of self-pity
dripping down her cheeks. She allowed herself to be pulled into a
strong pair of arms, the faint scent of age and wisdom filtering into
her senses. "And you have."
"But its not..."
"It's not me." Her partner acknowledged, brushing a kiss against
her temple, one age-roughened paw stroking her cheek gently. "I know
that, dear heart. You've chosen wisely. Munkustrap. He has what I
once had...strength, youth and beauty and someday soon, he'll have
power too."
Demeter sighed, rested her head against the tattered chest of the
feline who had been her first lover: the old and wise cat who had
taught her everything, raised her as a daughter, seduced her as a
mistress, satisfied her like a Queen.
Her ear twitched as soft lips brushed the tip, gentle teeth lightly
nipping at the curve of flesh, a reluctant purr of pleasure escaping
the young queen. "This is the last time." She murmured, tilting her
head as the questing mouth moved down to her slim neck. "No more
after tonight...no more."
"I know." Experienced lips covered her, that same rough tongue that
had so recently been occupied with her lower lips thrusting greedily
into her mouth, the lingering of her own flavour filling her senses.
A uncared-for paw slid down the queen's body, lightening bolts of
desire shooting through her, her body twitching frenetically at her
lover's every talented touch.
Directed onto her back, she opened her eyes, met the dark gaze of
her aging lover, felt the tender caress of the age-calloused pads of
the paws moving down her body. "And if it doesn't happen at the
Ball...?" The soft voice breathed hotly in her sensitive ear.
Drawing the older feline down to her, she purred
reassuringly. "Don't worry." She whispered, brushing a light kiss
over grizzled lips, her paws twisting curls of thick fur back from
the shadowed face. "Macavity and I...we've got it all
planned...they'll pick you, that's for certain."
"Then," Her lover kissed her deeply. "We better make the most of
this last night, mustn't we?"
Demeter nodded with a faint smile, running her soft paw down the
haggard face over her. "And no matter what happens," She whispered,
her voice low, husky, full of sincerity and adoration for her first
love. "I'll always love you, Grizabella."
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