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A rush of affection drowns out all logical thought and he tucks an arm around Scaramouche’s waist, pressing kisses to the slope of his neck. He noses at the velvet softness of Scaramouche’s ears, nibbling at a spot near the base that makes him gasp. Like the slow drip of caramel, Ajax’s hand draws downward, stroking at the pale flesh of Scaramouche’s thigh. He’s much plumper now than when he first came home to Ajax, that he’s sure of. It’s gorgeous, the way his little tits bounce when he’s riding him; when the fat of his thighs tremble at the slightest touch of his clit. Scaramouche is rosy and soft all over, ripe fruit for Ajax to sink his teeth into and swallow up.
His palm trails lower, slotting between Scaramouche’s thighs now, the tiny gap that brings the promise of another kind of softness. The tips of his fingers are just about to trace the soft mound of his pussy when suddenly, Scaramouche’s hand wraps around his, returning its original position by his waist. Confused, Ajax tries to reach down again, but this time his tail bats against Ajax’s stomach. A warning.
or, Ajax tends to his reluctantly-needy housecat, reminds him he’s loved, and attempts to fuck kittens into him.
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14 Nov 2025