I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten

Chapter 71: (18+) Mutuality

TLDR at bottom~

Alisha returned, adjusting the braid in her hair. I went still on the end of the bed and waited as she approached and then ran her hands along my face to sink into my hair behind my ears again. There was a hot flush that rushed me. Yes, she was in the mood. I had some idea of what was coming and the urge to rub my thighs together took over even as she was pulling my face closer to her.

I let her tongue in without question. I let her sink it in until it was sliding along the roof of my mouth and I could run my own along the underside, feeling the squishiness.

Before I knew it I was aching for oxygen and finally turned my head to suck in a deep breath. She didn't let me go though and pulled my face back to hers. I panted in her face, not really given much choice and then moaned as she freed a hand from my hair and trailed it up my thigh, pushing the bottom hem of the dress as it went. I quivered, my body tensing. There were instincts I was fighting, like spreading my legs or touching myself or simply latching on to her and never letting go. But I was letting her lead. Whatever she wanted right now was what was going to happen, even if my body felt like it was trying to implode.

“Are you a good Kitten?” She murmured and pressed her lips against my jawbone, trailing more kisses there, and even giving me a gentle nip before moving on to my neck and attacking the flesh there with her lips.

“Y-yes?” I managed breathily. “I'm being good, amn’t I?”

Her face pressed into my neck more and I felt her teeth, drawing another gasp out of me.

“You've been a very good Kitten,” she agreed.

Her hand pushed up the hem of the dress more and then started to pull it from underneath me. I shifted, helping her with this task and welcoming the cool air that helped the overwhelming rush of heat between my thighs. I started to squirm to take it off the rest of the way but she caught my hands and brought them around her back.

She didn't want the dress off, I followed. She liked me in a dress.

That was a little bit of validation I didn't know I needed. 

Another moan escaped me as her teeth nibbled a little further down on my shoulder. My fingers dug into her skin a little bit. I was careful to avoid where the bandage was. We did have to be mindful of injuries. The back of my head was still quite tender and my hand still aching, but we could work around these things.

Her hand wrapped under my thighs and pulled them apart from beneath. I shuffled again, and wiggled out of the panties but so when she came back to grab them they could be easily slid away and tossed off to the side.

She pushed my thighs apart more and started to explore between them, her fingers running along the soft skin with a luxurious, appreciative pace. It made my insides twist up quite tightly and I finally ducked my head to push into her neck, trying to keep myself grounded as it was hard to think at all. Her hands were teasing me, drawing out some whimpers and moans and they approached those parts of me and then slid back to push against my knees and spread me more.

“You're very cute,” Alisha hushed as I raked my fingers down her spine.

“H-how are you—-this—-?” I cut off some words as her fingers teased me again, approaching my privates and then stopping before she would touch me.

“How are you this cute?” Alisha teased.

I squirmed, feeling her fingers pressed against my inner thigh. They were so close, I could just reach down and push them further but I didn't want to let go of her.

“Do you want something?” Alisha asked.

“Fuck yes,” I huffed.

She snickered. “Do good kittens curse now?” she asked.

I whimpered and shook my head. “I'll be good,” I told her. “I'm a good Kitten. For you. Always.”

“Mm,” she agreed. “Good kittens work for their treats.”

I nodded and she unlatched my hands from her back and crawled onto the bed. She still had her own dress on and hiked it up over her hips before laying down on her back. I hurried to get up and get turned around and started to kneel between her thighs but she beckoned me with a finger to come closer.

I followed the order and put my knees around one of her thighs so I could be nice and close. She took my hand and pulled those middle two fingers in her mouth again.

I hid my surprise. That hadn't ended well the last time we tried it. Sure she had finished but the emotional fall out had caught up.

This time though she didn't let go of my hand as she pulled it between her legs 

I understood. The same way she held my head whenever I gave her oral, she needed to be in control. I let her guide my fingers between her legs and then along her vulva. I shifted them so they explored her flesh a bit, finding her readily wet. She really did get off a bit just by touching me. The tips of my fingers found her entrance. I didn't push further than that until she pulled them in herself. I shuddered a little at the hot tightness. It was so fleshy and wet and slippery.

She urged my fingers deeper and her free hand pulled my torso closer, my face ending up against her collar bone. Her breath heaved a little as I found that spot that was even squishier. I got to work rubbing it, pressing on it, even experimenting with a few different stroke techniques, finding she enjoyed tiny circles the most of all. My hand did tire, but she was so obviously enraptured with it I didn't feel the need to stop. Her breathing was strained and her skin was so warm under the dress. There was some sweat starting to bead up between her legs and a soft moan escaped her lips. I kissed her shoulder. Part of me wanted to do something more to push her over the edge but I didn't want her to get triggered.

Her fingers against my back dug in a little more and her other hand started to move, shifting my hand around to free my thumb from the rest of my fingers and guided it to rest against her clit.

When I resumed my strokes it was impossible to not stimulate it as well.

This was all she needed to start to finish.

Her knees spread a little more and I felt her muscles tensing.

I kissed her shoulder again. The hand on my back pulled me closer and the grip on my good hand tightened more.

And then I felt that familiar shift in her insides before she moaned and her grip tightened even more. Her body shook as her vagina tugged on my fingers at first hungrily and then with less and less desperation as I slowed my strokes to a stop.

She panted heavily alongside me and gently guided my fingers out of her body with a shudder.

I waited for the pounding of her heart to calm a little, I could feel it under my head. 

“Am I a good Kitten?” I asked.

She nodded, still catching her breath. “You are a very good Kitten,” she agreed and started to sit up.

I started to get out of her way but she grabbed my wrists and pinned them above us, forcing me onto my back.

I flushed ever hotter as she examined me and let go of my wrists just to hike the dress skirt up and give me a thorough look-over there.

“What form do you want your treat in?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Just have your way with me,” I told her. “Even if it destroys me.”

“That's a dangerous request,” she observed.

“I trust you,” I said.

“Mm,” she agreed and guided my legs into a position she liked. I still hadn't brought my hands back down from where they were above my head.

Her hands teased me again, much like they had before, sliding up my thighs just to pull away. My breath was shaking.

She got comfortable between my legs and leaned forward. We were going the oral route, I followed, but flinched in surprise as I felt her fingers around my entrance. 

She hushed gently and ran her tongue along my clit, forcing my entire body to tremble at the sensation. And then her fingers were pushing into me beneath her mouth.

She was doing both at the same time.

I kind of brought this on myself. Her mouth wrapped around my sensitive nub making me moan, and her fingers delved deeper to find my pleasure spot, which made the moan morph into a breathier sound. She was going to make me scream again at this rate. She would probably like that, too. I grabbed some of the pillows behind me, clenching my fists into them as the pleasure was almost too much. It was so intense I couldn't focus on anything other than the feeling between my legs and the white hot bolts racing up my insides. My toes curled well before the orgasm but I didn't last long regardless. I lost track of what she was doing, only knowing the harsh twisting feeling inside as my body readied to release.

I moaned, the best I could do to warn her as my body shook violently.

I absolutely screamed. The memory of the moment of release was hazy but my voice was hoarse as I came down. She didn't release me until there was a second orgasm, not as intense as the first but that still tore through my body with a vengeance and made every muscle tense and the rush of hormones filled every last drop of my blood.

She looked quite pleased with herself as she pulled away and wiped her nose clean.

I moaned a little as another tremor shivered down my sides.

Her fingers soothed my hair back.

“If I had to guess, that was a good one,” she commented.

I panted, still not ready to move. I managed a nod and she laid next to me for a bit as I finished coming down.

“I can't express how much I love you,” I told her. 

She kissed my forehead. “The feeling is mutual,” she reassured.

TLDR: Alisha gets fingered without an emotional backlash and they express devotion to each other again.