Vicki looked over at Jemima.
Her eyes laden with lust.
"You sing beautifully," she murmered, her white hands rubbing her chest softly.
Her arms rose over her head and she purred, drawing the black and brown furred hands to her.
Her own white hands began to fondle over Jemima's body, mewing.
They slid behind Jemima's neck, over shoulders, drawing her closer in wordless acceptance.
A light had kindled in Victoria's eyes--fierce as a predator's, tender as a mother's.
Victoria felt the solid strength in the thighs brushing hers.
Jemima's hands slid up her spine leaving her hips, then back down, claws digging slightly, arching her body forward.
"So different..." Victoria murmured.
"You don't like it?"
She shook her head slowly and felt the disappointment coming from Jemima, and eased it with a slow, slow smile.
"I love it."
Whoever started the kiss was lost to the realms of fractured memory.
It didn't matter.
All that mattered was that it was started, and that their lips opened without hesitation, and then their tongues touched.
Their hands that caressed innocently enough found their way around ribs to a chest, then a breast.
Jemima and Victoria eyed each other's bodies, grinning.
When their mouths parted, Victoria softly ran her hands down Jemima's body, purring, kissing her everywhere.
Jemima gasped, leaning back and letting the other take the initiative.
When a hand stroked down her flat stomach, over her thigh, and down lower to slip gently between, she parted her legs readily and shifted to accommodate the touch.
And then it was all a fever of heat and gentler warmth, overwhelming sensation and comforting arms.
Fur to fur, heart to heart, soul to soul...a joining so pure and seamless that Jemima could barely tell where she left off and the other began.
Both queens found love that night.
When had she lost that vital thing?
Victoria looked up, smiling.
"Penny for your thoughts."
"How about just you?"
Victoria grinned and rolled over onto her side, smiling and licked at Jemima's neck, purring loudly.
She took off Jem's spiked collar, smirking.
"You know, you're better at this than Misto."
Jemima smiled and purred as she looked at Victoria, the white queen's head disappearing between her legs.
She moaned slightly, her feet rubbing against Vicki's sides, mewing.
"You guys!"
Both froze, their eyes widening.
"Bombalurina? Tugger?"
Bombalurina and Tugger blinked and glanced at the two who were caught up in the heat of their passion.
"I didn't know you..."
She blinked again, feeling quite uncomfortable with the situation.
"I-I'm sorry..."
Both looked annoyed from their postions, and Victoria removed her head from it's place between Jemima's legs.
"Excuse me."
Victoria snorted and glared at them.
"Now, Bomb..."
She licked her lips and Bombalurina drew closer to Tugger, her head shaking in disgust.
"Vick...I don't even LIKE you.."
"So?"
"Leave me alone."
Instead, Victoria wrapped her arms around the older queen and drew her into a fierce embrace, lips catching the Bombalurina's mouth in a kiss full of all the suppressed passion in the white cat's soul.
The looks they drew didn't matter to her.
Tugger hissed loudly and pulled Bombalurina back, away from Vicki.
"She's MINE."
Vicki snickered, swaying her hips, and glanced at Jemima.
Jemima's tongue was hanging slightly, her eyes half closed.
"I still have Jemima."
Jemima mewed at hearing her name, and got up, slipping her arms around the white-furred queen from behind, her breath soft and warm on Vicki's ears.
"See?"
"I see.."
"And?"
"So?"
Tugger and Bombalurina shivered.
"At least you guys could have had the decency to go behind the tire,
instead
of on top of it."
Vicki grinned.
"Jem's not the first queen I've had."
Tugger shifted his position, and looked at Bombalurina.
"We've got to go.."
"Well, no one else is here."
"We've got to go."
"Afraid to see how real cats do it?"
Jemima had surprised them with her remark.
"No."
"Then stay."
Victoria slowly moved away from Jemima, lifting her leg in the air and began to do the dance she generally did at the Ball.
The invitation one, only at Misto's part, it was Jemima, sliding her hands down Vicki's legs.
Bombalurina looked slightly embarassed and glanced at Tugger.
The two slowly slipped out, Tugger complaining.
"Y'know, I was actually thinking about love..How about food instead?"
Bombalurina nodded.
Jemima's hands slowly and methodically caressed between Vicki's legs.
Victoria just smiled and continued to gasp, and slowly turned over, looking at Jemima.
Jemima's head went between her legs, as Victoria's had done earlier.
Her gentle but insistent and active tongue slowly raised Vicki to higher levels of arousal.
Beneath her face, the white cat's pelvis began to shake in lustful tremors, in a random but accelerating sequence.
Victoria's slender fingers slid behind Jemima's back and held on to it, the grip so tight that it left reddish marks in the dark fur.
Jemima was becoming intoxicated by the other queen's smell, by her taste.
Her own pelvis began to move in a slow rhythm.
Victoria dug her claws into the tire.
Her entire body became an arch, a tautly bent bow, she bucked up her hips so that her heated moans would meet Jemima's assault head-on.
Since Jemima's hands were now occupied, there was nothing to stop her own fingers from going to her engorged nipples and pinching and twisting them as if there was no tomorrow.
Her moans became louder, her breath more and more ragged.
After her bodily tumult subsided, Vicki pulled Jemima up beside her.
Her eyes were glowing with awe and from her sated passion, and maybe-- Vicki hoped-- something more.
Misto was't interested in her, but Jemima might be.
Jem's broad grin was infectious, and Vicki smiled back at her affectionately.
Her lips moved as if to say something, but she thought better of it and kissed her.
Their lips melded, and Vicki's arms pressed their two bodies together.
They changed positions once more for the final straight, grinding into each other in the midst of a frenzy in their hearts.
Vicki went wild, she did not care how loud her moans of ecstasy grew.
After they finished, both lay panting and groaning.
Vicki meowed loudly, her eyes wide in envy.
"Look...Look at Misto...Misto and Ecty..."
They turned to stare at them, suddenly seeing the entire tribe there.
"Omi...."
Jem paled slightly, clutching her chest.
"Omi...."