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Cats were often seen as solitary creatures. Cold, aloof, independent. Ultimately, they were only interested in their own interests. Ignore hearing their name despite having their ears attentive. Do whatever they wanted throughout the house — unpredictable and playful rebels. Under their ideology, anyone could be seen as an inferior. All of these condensed into one friendly-sized furball.
However, Castorice observed not all stereotypes were true.
Like humans, there was a wide magnitude of possibilities and personalities, and not all of them behaved the same. Every creature treated with kindness would eventually reward you. Some, in the form of affection. Others were more practical and offered something in return. And, while one group did not define what the entire pack did, it was true that she found certain facts that disrupted such ideologies. Of course, also mannerisms that were present in most — Even in cat women like Cipher.
It was uncanny how much Cipher transformed when they shared intimate moments.
A symphony of purrs eclipsed every last hint of her personality. Castorice gently squeezed the fabric of her white dress, the slight trembling of her hands growing along with her shivering. It was not an uncomfortable sensation — but an unaccustomed one.
The tickling of hair against her neck, along with an insistent, rubbing cheek, filled her skin with goosebumps. One of the unmistakable manias of all felines — An unmistakable message that filled her cheeks with a blush despite her stoic expression , “You are mine.” Sentenced in a few blunt rubs.
A shiver ran through her from head to toe as she felt small kisses on her neck. Every pore of her skin hailed Cipher.
Castorice was a leaf that could only just touch water after years attached to the deep branches. The more Castorice caressed her and spoiled her, the more she wanted to sink into its depths. True, she could only succumb to the water's course, but also touch it back. Touching her… Nothing would happen.
Castorice looked down at her hands with a racing pulse. Noticing this, Cipher gladly and with a light, sensual touch caressed her sensitive palms. Each groove of her fingertips snatched sincere heartbeats. It was Cipher who brought Castorice's hands over the warm currents of her gray hair.
“You're behaving… uniquely.” Castorice's voice was quiet, almost gentle, as she tentatively caressed her gray locks.
“I suppose… I just felt like it at the moment~”
That was also very catlike.
The purring increased as Cipher rubbed against her hand. In a few more insistent nuzzles, Castorice was regaining her confidence.
Nothing happened.
Cipher enjoyed her hands.
Her cold hands that had taken her on such a lonely journey.
Now, they could caress someone. Now, they could bestow more than the sweet kiss of death. So, her fingers gently interspersed in his ears, and Castorice sought the area behind them, wringing a happy mewl from Cipher's lips.
An exhalation of relief filled his lips as she now saw her lovely face. Eyes closed and smile wide. Little ears sometimes reacted graciously to some more sensitive touch.
Castorice was still not taking in how soft she could feel — Each part of Cipher was of a different texture, yet they all shared that smooth sensation and a perfumed scent that made her want to sink her face into her hair.
“You're good at this,” Cipher murmured, her voice a little muffled by her purring. There was a hidden, playful sparkle in her gaze. “And your fingers are just the perfect size, nya~”
A small blush adorned her cheeks. No, they were far from perfect. Still, she could only answer: “I… I suppose they are.”
Suddenly, something furry curled around her wrist, demanding attention. The meaning of that gesture remained a mystery to Castorice. Soon, the tip ended up rubbing against her right palm.
“Not just anyone touches my tail, you know…” A soft smile curved her lips at the similarity. Cipher rubbed some more. “Rarely are they fast enough.”
“It is a time of exceptions, then…” Castorice's fingers traced the outline, then gently massaged the fur. “For my hands are the same.”
Blue eyes turned with a sudden mischievous air, as her smile lifted. Castorice tilted her head curiously. Her hands each followed their own course. Cipher's, however, stopped hugging her to do something very typical: Making biscuits on people or comfy furniture.
“Hey, Castorice…”
It was the chosen area that snatched an immediate blush from Castorice's cheeks and made her let go of her tail.
First, there were subtle pressures on the uncovered part of her abdomen. Each gentle movement of his clenched fist sent nervous impulses fluttering inside her. It was a mixture of everything: the sly look on her face, the slips of her fingers caressing the area and those insatiable purrs added to caresses that Castorice didn't want to stop. Her hands were warm to the touch.
“May I knead your chest?” Castorice was speechless. “You look like the perfect pillow…”
The purring and her massage remained untouched as Castorice processed it. The mental image of Cipher burying his face between her tits was igniting another heat within her….
“You're something else…” Blushing, she averted her gaze. Her fingers paused gently as she appraised pushing Cipher into it herself. However, she only lingered on the static idea.
“Just for a little while…” She ascended on her sides, leaving a whole incandescent sea in her wake. Her lips rested almost on hers. “Just a little bit.” Now, her tail curled over her thigh.
After a few silent, reflective seconds, Castorice concluded, “Just a little… And then you go to sleep.”
A purr came from Cipher's lips in response.
Careful, she pressed down a massage just as she had started with her abdomen. Was this what bread dough felt like? Castorice tried to let Cipher's hair be her contact with reality, but it returned under her chin as she stole leisurely kisses over her neck. Her flattened ears kept twitching from time to time.
Cipher rubbed her nose on her skin and gently nibbled it here and there. Her hands never stopped making biscuits. Barely could Castorice hold back all the pleasant sensations coursing through her. Expectations if Cipher would change her mind lingered in the air. Maybe Cipher would stop… Or maybe Cipher would slip both hands under Castorice's cleavage and….
“Ah…” Castorice moaned softly as she felt a more precise bite on her neck.
“Hmm.” Cipher purred in response. “What's wrong, princess?”
Fingers gripped Cipher's hair tightly as she felt her tongue land on the mark she had just made on her.
“Nothing…”
In a few more licks, Cipher rested her hand on her cheek and lifted her face to look at her. Castorice hoped to disguise all the desire in her gaze a minimum, but it seemed not to be the case by the immediate laddish grin.
“You know, I can feel your heartbeat speeding up — Are you sure it is nothing?”
“It's… My usual pulse.”
“Hmm, not your usual pulse.” Cipher approached her lips, and Castorice shivered. They were mere millimetres away from any loss of composure. However, she moved past them and positioned herself over her ear. “Rather, the one you have with me.” After leaving a kiss on this one and a few more kneads, Cipher snuggled against her chest. The tickling of her hair and improper ideas filled Castorice with shivers. “See?” plus, her left hand remained clutching her tit gently. “Badum, badum, badum…”
“No need to narrate it aloud…”
“Hmm, but I need to count something before I fall asleep, right?”
“You can count…” Castorice rested her cheek against her head. “Seals.”
“Seals?” She murmured sleepily. Her fingers still trailed a leisurely massage over her. “Okay, one for each heartbeat.”
Resigned, Castorice didn't have to do anything but continue to pet her and let her cuddle… Also, be her bed. They were right: cats did what they wanted with humans they trusted. Even the most cunning feline could find herself in a moment of weakness and comfort that she didn't want to escape from. Therefore, Castorice remained sinking her fingers into her hair even as she felt her breathing calm. Slowly, her heartbeat and cheeks returned to their usual normal with each caress.
She wanted to savour every texture, every temperature and difference. The layer of doubt was peeling away as the seconds ticked by, and she continued to cling to Cipher, worrying less and less about the consequences. Free to caress her, to feel this way, to taste, for once, those moments.
As she watched the cats on one occasion or another, Castorice rubbed her cheek against Cipher's hair. Then her hands ended up around her shoulders. She wondered if she, too, would be purring from possessing the same feline characteristics as her girlfriend. The only thing clear was that, like Cipher, she wanted to stay longer like this.