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Kevin crawled on the ground, Obsidian riding him and smacking his ass with a little whip. He was nude, and she was partially nude, still in a bra but missing her panties.
A feeling of euphoria moved through him. This was exactly what he wanted, what he needed, what he liked. He was panting just like she had asked, and with every whip came the light touch of her tail, smoothing over the spot she’d just hit.
They had moved to a different space, and after noticing a few similarities in their surroundings, Kevin believed they were now in the same warehouse where he had met Paris Renara.
Turquoise had gone out to pick up some better clothing for Kevin, clothes an exemplar would wear, and somehow, a little flirty behavior from Obsidian had led to what was happening now.
“You like when I ride you?” Obsidian purred.
Kevin was also gagged, which was his idea; rather than tell her anything, he just mumbled incoherently, nodding as he did so.
For the entirety of his previous life, Kevin had been a man who’d known three sexual positions: missionary, cowgirl, and doggystyle. Because of the size of his cock, this usually sufficed with the two lovers Kevin had had—his first girlfriend and then Susan, the woman who would later become his wife. The cheating bitch who had hooked up with an exemplar in their living room.
And while Kevin could think these words, cheating bitch, he still couldn’t verbalize them.
Kevin knew that people were multifaceted creatures, with desires and secrets that could define any number of personas they showed to the outside world. He also knew that while perhaps he was a decent husband, he wasn’t adventurous or exciting in any way, nor was he all that good of a listener. A mediocre husband at best.
And even though his mind was spinning at the moment, his nerves firing, his knees hurting from crawling on the hardwood floor, he wondered if any of this would’ve happened if he had been a better listener.
If the stars hadn’t aligned, he never would’ve been on the rooftop; he never would’ve jumped, only to be saved by the goddamn super who had been fucking his wife; he wouldn’t have ended up in the hospital where he’d been kidnapped; he would never have decided to join his kidnappers after they mistook him for his brother; and he currently wouldn’t be crawling on the floor while a sexy cat girl whipped him.
“Do you want me to whip you harder?”
“Actually,” Kevin said, now out of breath, his heart slamming against his chest. He spit out his gag. “I need to relax a second. This is fun, but my knees are starting to hurt.”
Without a word, Obsidian stepped off his body and pushed him onto his side.
“Hey!”
She rolled him onto his back and took a seat on the tops of his thighs, showing him an incredible view of her ass. She began massaging his knees, and as she did so, Kevin watched her tail flicker, her puckered asshole twitching ever so slightly, the bottom of her vagina so close to the base of his penis.
With little concentrated effort, mostly due to his girth, Kevin used his hands to aim his penis forward like it was a torpedo, where it brushed against her wet pussy.
Noticing his erection, Obsidian scooted back just a little bit, so the tip could slip inside. Her hands still on his knees, she began moving her hips up and down, Kevin practically crying out in ecstasy.
He didn’t know how long he could last like this, especially seeing her ass, and her tail flicking at the air, and with Obsidian now looking over her shoulder at him, her black ears perked, a wicked smile on her face.
This was the life Kevin had been born for.
He knew in that moment, he knew as he orgasmed, and he knew as he gasped out: all the bullshit in his life had led him to this moment. He would do whatever he had to do to stay with the two cat girls. It didn’t matter if he had to lie, cheat, steal, or even kill. No one had cared about Kevin before. No one gave a shit about him at all.
And hell, the two cat girls probably didn’t give a shit about him either.
Then again, he sensed that they had an affinity for him, that they liked being around him. Would they simply be hanging out in safe houses and getting into weird sexual things forever? Probably not, but if that was his future, Kevin didn’t mind.
Obsidian continued massaging his knees with her back to him, his member still inside her slowly losing its girth.
“Want to go again?”
Kevin placed his hands behind his head and lay back. “Let’s just see how it plays out.”
