I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 102: Double Edged Swords

She ran her fingers through my hair, lazily but sweetly, then pulled me a little closer. 

“Are you hurt, Kippen?” she murmured against my scalp.

“I don't think so,” I breathed. “I’m still a bit numb though.”

“Mm,” she inhaled my scent, probably tainted by sweat and pheromones now.

“That was… intense,” I said. It wasn't exactly fun but it was liberating in a carnal way.

Her hands pulled me even a little closer 

“I'd like to do it again sometime,” I told her. “Maybe not right away but… sometime.”

There was a dull ache starting to grow between my legs.

Alisha was quiet.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I–” her voice cracked and her face buried against my neck.

I shifted, pushed my arms around her to hold her tight as she shuddered.

“It's okay,” I told her softly.

She shook her head again.

“We don't have to do something like that again,” I reassured her.

But that was met with another head shake. She took a deep breath. “I didn't hurt you,” she said shakily.

“No,” I reassured her.

“Even though I'm this person…”

“You're not an evil person, Alisha.” I soothed her hair back. “You have to do bad things but even when you take me, you're mindful. You're aware. You might be aggressive but you didn't hurt me.”

She continued to just hold me for a long moment.

“I trusted you,” I told her, “and I still trust you. I love you.”

I stayed with her as her emotions continued to process. The discomfort between my legs was growing a little. I shifted a little and winced.

“Are you okay?” She asked quickly.

“Y-yeah… though maybe we should get some lube next time.” I pressed two fingers around my own entrance and pulled them away. There was no blood and I wasn't swollen, just hot. “Just a little inflamed from the friction.”

She nodded. “Okay. I'll get some lube.” She pulled back just to plant a kiss against my forehead, then my lips, then my neck.

I let my eyes close a bit, enjoying her affection.

“Bath?” she offered.

I nodded and slowly unraveled myself from her.

My legs trembled a little once I shifted my weight onto them.

Alisha held me as we went down the stairs in a couple robes and eased me to sit on the toilet while she got the bath started. As the water ran, she sat me down next to it and got the showerhead, made sure the water was warm and then started to bathe me. She was gentle, letting the water run over my skin and then getting some of the baby soap sudden up on her hands and slowly lathering my body.

I felt flushed, but didn't protest. My legs and arms both felt like soggy noodles. Her fingers were extra gentle between my legs, lingering only to check for bleeding and swelling before moving on.

I felt clean after and as she started to bathe herself, stood to return the affection.

She didn't let me help a lot but allowed me to rub her back down with soap, and then spray it off with the shower head.

She cleaned thoroughly between her legs and anywhere else that was prone to getting  sweaty and then helped me into the bathtub.

“Is it a good temperature?” she asked softly.

I nodded, letting the heat ease the abuse my body had taken. She sank in next to me and held her arm out in invitation. I nestled against her side and eased into an even more relaxed posture. I felt her do similarly and her hand stroked my hair again.

We were quiet for a long time, simply enjoying each other's company.

My body felt heavy and then I flinched awake again, blinking confusedly at Alisha.

“You fell asleep,” she murmured.

I reached up to rub my eyes briefly, finding my fingers had wrinkled up.

“Mm,” I responded.

“I should get you in bed,” Alisha said. 

“I can do it,” I said and stood just to find my legs trembling again. My muscles ached deeply.

Alisha stood behind me. “At least let me support you,” she offered and gave me a hand to steady me as I stepped out of the tub. 

I lumbered back upstairs with her behind me and managed to drage myself through the barebones of a bedtime routine and finally curled up on the bed. It was still a little damp in our usual spot but Alisha simply moved to the other side of the bed and I positioned myself between her and the edge.

She blinked sleepily at me as I did so, but didn’t make any move to stop me.

“You’re very sweet,” I mumbled, feeling the weight of fatigue in my bones. 

“You’re sweet,” she answered and pulled me close, burying her face in my hair again.

“Do I smell like you?” I asked.

“Like my soap.”

“Good,” I told her. 

And then I let myself slip under.

I woke up smelling coffee already and rubbed my eyes a little, finding my arms a bit achey.

“Awake?” Alisha asked.

“Mm,” I affirmed and started ot sit up, finding it difficult and painful.

I winced, too tired to hide the pain.

“I thought you might be sore,” Alisha said and guided me upright before pressing a cup of coffee into my hands. It already had milk added.

“I have work today.” My voice was a bit hoarse, not ready to be used yet.

“You can call out if you want to.” She pet my hair back briefly.

“Alisha,” I protested. “I am not calling in sick because we had sex.”

She nodded. “But you could.” She got up again, stretched. I could see some tension in her muscles too, though she was trying to downplay it.

I drank some coffee and let my eyes slide shut for a moment, savoring the bittersweetness, then got myself off the bed. Alisha had picked up our clothes from last night and as I headed for the bathroom, she started stripping the sheets off.

My body ached in ways I'd never ached before, but I probably hadn't spent that long on all fours since I was a little child. My lower back was protesting every movement even as I stretched, attempting to pull the soreness out like that. It felt good but did nothing for the pain. This was just going to be my life for the day.

I took a quick hot shower and then got dressed, stopping as I saw the sidearm on the shelf and took a deep breath before getting it properly clipped to my waistband and pulled my pants up so it was secure against my lower back. There was a comfort to its weight now. I didn't think anyone would put me in a position to need it during a Starmaids shift but still.

I got downstairs, finishing the last of the coffee. Alisha had a piece of toast ready for me, another small but meaningful gesture I thanked her for before we settled down to wait.

When Tye arrived we both gave each other a final glance, a quick kiss and then moved back into public appearance mode.