Your head feels as though it’s spinning, faster and faster like a whirlwind upon your shoulders. You don’t really remember anything of the last few moments, but you can easily guess where you had found yourself this time. With a slow gesture you reach up your fingers to comb through your hair, and look around your environment, confirming your suspicions. A dark hotel room, the only light emerging from a nearby open window, illuminating the walls with a soft light that unfortunately doesn’t encompass the room’s entirety. The middle of the room is basked in a dull glow, whereas the light fades and dies as it reaches the further extents, towards the walls and doors far away. In the dim light in the center of the room you can see a figure, standing tall with her back faced towards you, but judging by the silhouette it is more than obvious that the figure is female. A body shape that seems to put an hourglass to shame is casually standing in the bask of the moonlight, lifted around the chest and a few extra pieces hanging down that you can’t quite put your finger on. From the top of a head that looks covered in hair you can see two odd protrusions, coming to a wide point and sprouting from the top of the hair. Between the spread legs of the figure a third appendage hangs down, flicking back and forth you can see what would most easily be explained as a tail. The suspected tail is waving and curving slowly from side to side, occasionally wrapping around one muscled leg before returning to it’s pendulum like movements. There is no wind in the room, so the only explanation is that the tail’s movement is natural. Your head darts up, and you focus your vision on what you can of the silhouetted woman.

“What do you want?” Your voice breaks in the silence, and memories of weeks ago begin to flash within your mind. The green haired woman, her actions on your body, and the final payment she had accepted from your flesh. Instinctively you reach up to your ear where she left a deeply pierced mark, and your fingers close over where the wound was made so long ago. Fear began to fill your stomach, though it was nothing compared to the terror you had experienced back then. Slowly you press your palms into the mattress you’re laying atop, and force yourself up to a seated position. Your eyes remain focused on the woman in the middle of the room, and again your voice speaks out, loudly.

“I said, what do you want?” As you speak your voice gets braver, and nearing the end of your statement it almost sounds as if it’s a yell. As if amused the tail of the woman in the center swishes quicker from side to side, again wrapping up along the length of her muscled leg before swinging back out once again. With a quick motion the woman turns about face, and suddenly she’s in a direction that you can see her front from. Her body is entirely bare, though even in her shameless flaunting you’re still unable to see much of anything. Long blue hair hangs down about her face, covering the very top of her breasts and obscuring your vision on her muscled front form. Her legs are pressed closely together, and you can see little of her southern piece other than a lightly colored grouping of blue.

Eventually you can pull your eyes away from the midsection of the woman and look over to her arms and legs, which seem to be cut off at the joints by what you would assume to be some type of costume. Her hands are tapered off to look much like the paws of a giant cat, while her feet receive similar treatment, resembling those of the hindquarters. The “costume” runs seamlessly along the contours of the woman’s flesh, and you wonder for just a moment whether or not it’s as real as it looks. Given the events of the past weeks, you probably wouldn’t be too surprised.

You raise yourself up once more until you’re fully seated, your hands reaching out along your legs and pressing down into the outside of your thighs. You were a little sore, but nothing like you were two weeks ago. You weren’t bound, either, so it was obvious this new woman cared a little more about the comfort of her “guests.” Though your fear is subsiding suspicion is still abound, and as you reach one eyebrow up you speak in a cautious tone.

“Who are you?” Your voice is low and nearly seethed, and you immediately curse what sounded like an angry tone, but in reality was just one of a nervous nature. The woman raises one of her large-pawed hands to her mouth, and a light giggle can be heard throughout the room.

“Don’t be mad.” As she dropped her paw a large smile could be seen playing upon her beautiful, almost childlike face. “I just need your help!”

“Who are you?” You repeat your statement, not bothering to respond to her requests for help or assistance. Your fists tighten, just a little, in case this creature decided that you were as useful for dinner as you were a conversationalist. You eye the large paws again, and though they mostly look soft to the touch, the sharpened claws that hang down from her fingers give you little hope of any survival, if indeed this shapely being decided to make sport of you. Again, your voice speaks.

“Who are you?” And you raise a hand to your chest, more to emphasize your words than to show any superiority. This time the woman replies, and her body is set slowly into motion.

“I’m Felicia!” She smiles again, and begins to slowly sway from side to side. As she does so her hands move back and forth from their place, and for a moment it almost appears as if she’s dancing to some unseen music, rather than just casually playing in place. Your hand lowers, and you regard the still-smiling woman once again. The points that you saw from her head are now quite obviously regarded as ears, large cat-like ears that only enhance the woman’s feline image. Slowly your body eases away from its tension, and you rest back with the arch of your shoulders against the rear wall. After a moment, you can feel a smile on your lips, as if you felt safe in this girl’s presence. As she sways back and forth, seemingly amused in her own actions, you can tell she’s nowhere near the same type of person as the green haired one from weeks ago.

“So what can I do to help you, Felicia?” Your voice is now casual and almost friendly, the suspicious tone already gone, and growing towards the realm of comfortable conversation. The girl immediately smiles and claps her paws together, crouching down in what is obviously a pose of joy.

“You can do this!” She says quickly, and with a speed you’ve never seen before she leaps forward, traveling six feet through the air and landing directly where you lay upon the bed. In a startled second you can feel her powerful paws resting upon your shoulder, and then pulling you down along the length of the bed until you return to your laying position. The movements are nearly too quick for you to comprehend, and as you’re still reeling from the surprise your mind works at the possibilities. Were you being attacked? Your hands form into tight fists but before you can swing them outward, you notice that your lips are being parted by the touch of another’s.

Your fists die away, and you reach your arms up around the cat girl’s neck, drawing her closer than she already was as you pull yourself more into the kiss she had begun.

Her mouth worked expertly at your own, delivering a kiss that was teasing in nature, yet not lacking in passion or simple pure desire. As she kisses you your eyes fall shut, and further and further you are lured into a sense of security and pleasure, your body being eased from its worries by just the tender touch of the cat girl’s mouth. As if her kiss is a slow, sweet tranquilizer, your body feels weakened and your hands have to grip to the girl’s shoulders just to stay in contact with her skin. Though only her lips are yet placed upon your own your senses are sent reeling, your mind floating far from your body as the cat girl is taking you further to the edge of paradise. Thoughts that you have never thought come swirling into your mind, as well as feelings you’ve never felt, and desires you have never experienced. It’s as if the kiss she delivered with such spontaneity broke your defenses and she penetrated your very soul, kissing at the lips of a less substantial side of you, rather than the one that was laying dumbfounded upon the hotel mattress.

Immediately your senses are ruptured, and your sense of paradise is shattered by an overwhelming lust. You can feel the cat girl’s tongue firmly pressed into your own, licking at the insides of your mouth and penetrating the defenses of your lips. Her tongue is thin and textured oddly, and though you know deep down it isn’t a human tongue, you can’t resist but to continue kissing into it. Your own struggles to find a place with this new intruder, but every time it makes a motion the cat girl moves it away. For a few moments together you play cat and mouse with one another’s mouths, you chasing hers at all times while hers escapes seconds before you arrive. Your body’s comfort is replaced by tension, a building fury that ripples through your muscles and makes your entire form want to lash out. It isn’t a fury of anger; however, but one of passion. One of desire.

Suddenly your hands reach out, and your fingers deeply grab hold of Felicia’s shoulders. Without a word of warning you lift her from your body, and spin her so that she’s now the one with her back against the bed. She looks at you with a look of equal desire, showing no falter in her appearance despite your sudden actions. Though you might have suspected a look of shock at your immediate aggressive nature, she simply looks up at you with a slightly cocked eye, and a smile that bares her teeth in a seductive and knowing grin.

“Mrrow.” A sound emerges from Felicia’s throat and flies through a pair of clenched teeth, a guttural noise that is most akin to the sound of a feline in heat. The sound drives your body harder, and before long you are knelt upon the bed, working feverishly at the buttons of your shirt. Just as you finish undoing the garment the woman’s paw flashes outward, claws singing in the moonlight as the sound of ripped cloth can be heard. You look down, and as you’re still throwing aside your shirt you can see the buckle of your jeans have been completely torn apart. You smile to the cat girl as you remove the pants with much more ease, letting your boxers follow until you are just as bare to her as she is to you. Without further warning, you let yourself drop into her arms, and resume the kiss that had just been broken.

As you kiss her with a resumed passion and intensity, your mind spins with what you were doing. You don’t feel quite yourself, and as you can feel your own hands lustfully passing over the soft skin of Felicia’s shoulders, you wonder just what had gotten over you. Perhaps her kiss was an intoxicating thing, or perhaps the deeply colored eyes she had possessed you, but no matter what the reason you felt as if your body was in control of itself. The pleasure from the kiss overrules your concern; however, and before long your mind nearly shuts itself off from the desire. Your eyes fall closed, and you can only feel.

Your mouth is in heaven from the sensation of Felicia’s thinly made tongue, while your hands are pressing down deep into skin as soft as you’ve ever felt. Your fingers and gripping tightly to a pair of muscled arms, gradually trailing down until you feel the even softer texture of where her paws begin. Without worry your grip continues down, though they stop before you find your hands in her own, still mindful of the claws you don’t quite know the nature of. Retractable or not, your mind draws the line in putting your hands so close to so sharp a danger. You content yourself to hold onto Felicia’s wrists, and before long what was a cautionary step becomes a dominating position, and you find yourself holding Felicia’s arms above her head, pinning her hands to the mattress as you restrain her muscular form. As you continue to kiss her you can feel a vibration from her mouth, and a sound begins to emerge within the room. From the vibration and the subtle noise, you can only guess that she is purring.

Without warning your lips leave her own, and you kneel up to regard to full figure of Felicia. Her breasts are large and her waist is trim, rippled with a muscle or two that tapered off into powerful thighs. Her legs were spread very slightly, and in the small window of sight you could once again see the tuft of blue, hiding and protecting the tender area of the cat girl. From her right side right behind her back escaped her tail, which swished and swayed in anticipation of further pleasure. Felicia makes another lustful murmur once again, and as if it were a signal light to continue, your body flies into its action before your mind is aware.

When your mind catches up to the situation at hand, it is nearly set aside once again from the pleasure it is being stimulated with. The powerful paws of Felicia are resting upon your shoulders, and your back is bent backwards, your knees still firmly planted on the mattress. Felicia is leaning hard into your form, and rubbing quickly back and forth along your body. Her legs are wrapped around your waist, squeezing you with a powerful force that only intensifies your sensation.

Most notably; however, you can feel her insides squeezing upon your shaft. Again and again the cat girl makes her lustful moans, upon each downward thrust where your body seems to penetrate even more of her moist, tight insides. Her body ripples along your own, shocking your senses and making your own skin tingle. Before long her arms have wrapped totally around your shoulders, and she clutches tight to your body as she continues her ferocious bouncing. Your own arms are around her waist but they’re mainly there for the guidance of Felicia’s body, your own strength just barely enough to withstand her weight and the sensations rippling through you. With every thrust upon your member you can feel Felicia’s insides tremble, accompanied by the noise of flesh slapping to flesh and the penetration of a moistened valley.

Felicia continues to ride you harder, and as she does so her mouth presses forward, once again pulling you into the enchanting kiss that she started your lovemaking with. Her thin tongue slips again into your mouth, slipping under your own tongue and gently tickling its underside. The boost of passion from the cat girl’s kiss drives your own body forward, and soon you are thrusting into her whereas before you were a bit too weakened to attempt it. As if her kiss was both a steroid and a stimulant, you can feel your body ripple with a strength that is most dominantly fueled by desire. Your hands grip tighter to the cat girl’s trim waist, and you thrust even harder up into her narrow valley. Your shaft continues its pillage of Felicia’s nest, both pushing carelessly past her tightened walls while relishing in their strength. The action continues until your body tenses with the same lust-driven fury, and with a cry of your own you push yourself hard into her insides, releasing your fluids and delivering to her what she pulled from you. With a lustful moan of her own the cat girl smiles wide, and pushes off of your body and quickly makes an about face to you.

With her back turned she crawls upon all fours, her rear facing your face with her legs spread wide. You can see the folds of her valley glistening in the faint moonlight, a bit of moisture dripping from her sex and escaping the weakened gate that holds it. She waves her tail outward, first touching it upon your lips with a furry accent, and then gesture down, to where her valley still lays, shining. Though your sex is weakening from its lust you obey the command she has given, and lay on your back to better access her opened valley. Just as your mouth passes under her sex she lowers it upon your lips, closing over your mouth and forcing her flavor into your tongue.

As you lick up into her sex and separate her gate, a flood of liquid escapes into your mouth. A mixture of your own fluids and hers, you collect the drink without regard and continue with the appointed task. Your eyes close against the texture of her southern hair and your mouth presses up hard to further accent her pleasure, and before long you can hear more lustful cries from Felicia, accompanied by the sensation of her face grinding back and forth along your mouth.

The flavor of her sex becomes omnipresent in your mouth, with every fold your tongue works at a new bit of it is released, intensifying the overall flavor and sending you further into the throws of enslaved passion. As if it is all you are meant to do in life you continued to probe her body with your tongue, pushing past layer after layer of flesh and working to her sex the best that you know how. Your best seems to please her, as the moans continue and you can feel her leg muscles strengthen along the sides of your head.

As your lips continue to work your hands both reach out to respective areas, your left along the shaft of your sex, stroking and teasing at it to regain its strength and endurance, while the right trails up to grip Felicia’s tail. It palms her backside protrusion near the middle, and slowly back and forth you let your hand course over its texture. The feeling of her fur tickles at your palm, but you ignore the sensation to concentrate on what she has asked of you. Before long your hand travels to the base of Felicia’s swaying tail, and the joint of your thumb presses absently into her rose, nudging along the walls and making her moan a little bit louder.

Her non-spoken request was received, and as you let go of her tail your finger simply turns, touching and teasing at the gaping backside. Her body again quivers at the touch, and though you’re hesitant to press further on, her body seems to desire it. With no falter in your continues lapping at the object she offered to your mouth, you allow your forefinger to sleep inside her tightened behind valley, immediately wincing at the almost painful hold she grabs your finger with. Daring not to go any further, you allow your finger to sway from side to side, continuing the penetration while not doing enough to take Felicia’s mind away from your mouth.

Before long, Felicia is rocking hard upon both your finger and your mouth, her body trembling and her insides quivering, but just before you can sense her upcoming climax, she pulls away from your touch by raising her hindquarters away from your reach.

“Mrrow...” Her now familiar sound is heard once more, and as she begins to speak she does so with a low, passionate voice that sounds more catlike than you have ever heard. “More...put in more...”

Your body obeys where your mind is still reeling, and you quickly bring yourself up to your knees to obey the murmured command. With a strong grip your hands reach out, taking a hold of Felicia’s waist as you line your sex up with the space just under the cat girl’s tail. Without warning you press the head of your sex against her backside, letting the pressure continue into a penetration than makes Felicia moan even louder. You can see her hands reaching out on the mattress, her sharpened claws pressed down into the bed, ripping the sheets and piercing the mattress. Without further command you continue to press into Felicia, your sex being gripped much tighter than before, so much so it’s nearly hard to push forward. The past moisture that had collected on your sex was still present, but even with its aide the effort was nearly in vain to the tightened entrance of Felicia’s rose. For a moment you consider giving up for the futility, but in a suffocating shock your sex is immediately enveloped in her inner walls, the result of her own push against your shaft. Both of you cry out in a very similar fashion at the feeling, and your body works to keep up at the pace, automatically gripping tighter to her waist and continuing to force your sex back and forth inside Felicia’s behind.

The sound of ripping cloth can be heard and you can see large marks along the surface of the bed, Felicia’s claws still dragging along the fabric in a mixture of intense passion and pleasure. She rocks hard against your sex that is penetrating her body, pushing just as hard as you to only intensify the sensation. Her tail quickly swished back and forth from the dominating feeling, and her mouth is open wide, her body nearly in shock from the feelings it was experiencing. From her mouth emanated countless moans and grunts, some sounding human but mostly cat-like in nature, the sound of a creature in heat.

Before five minutes pass your body intensifies, as does that of the cat girl’s. In a fleeting twenty seconds your bodies simultaneously tremble, releasing your lust into perspective areas. You can feel your sex flooding her insides so forcefully you are thrown from her body, your sex being forced out of its cavern by the merit of its own release. You can hear the patter of her own flood released upon the cloth of the bed’s sheets, and as you look down you see a growing area of moisture-streaked cloth. Felicia slowly turns to face you once more, turning her respective areas away from your vision for the very last time. She reaches out, and presses her lips along your own, this time without the accent of her tongue.

The feeling of floating returns to you once more, and the intensity of lust dies away. Your eyes fall shut, and sleep overcomes you.

You wake up from the tranquilizing kiss in nearly the same position you were in earlier, your head near the foot of the bed while your body was wrapped in torn and moistened sheets. Judging from the feeling of wetness upon your body, you could still feel you were damp from the previous encounter, both from sweat and from the release of your fluids. You look around quickly to see if Felicia was still there, but much to your suspicions, she was gone as mysteriously as the green haired woman had left a few weeks ago. All that remained of Felicia was a note that was resting upon the bed, right beside what was obviously your wallet. You reach out to snatch the note, and with a growing frown you read over what it says.

“You’re gonna need your wallet!” As you read it, you can nearly hear her voice in your mind. “I really clawed up the sheets, and I didn’t pay for the hotel room! Thanks for last night, don’t forget to pay the bill!”

You drop the note, and sigh, looking at your wallet where it lays upon the bed. You slowly reach out to it and take a hold of one of your credit cards, playing around with it in your fingers. You shake your head slowly, and despite the situation of having to pay for so much, you can’t help but smile.

At least this time it only cost you money.