"I feel funny," she whispers. "You're warm."
"Perhaps a little," he agrees. Hard not to feel warm with her writhing in his lap like an animal in heat.
"Too warm," she whimpers, pushing herself off him.
He lets her struggle in his grasp for a few minutes without putting any resistance except to hold his arms loosely around her waist so she doesn't fall from his lap. She fights like a kitten, mewling and twisting, swiping at him with his paws with movements too lethargic to be any real danger to him.
"Too warm," she complains again, toeing her shoes off as it that would make a difference. He helps her take her socks off, and then her skirt as well. Unbeknownst to her, he had taken the liberty of adding a light sedative in her drink to keep her more faint and open to advances. The first mating is usually the roughest time for the female. It's the same reason why he hasn't taken a mate in all his thirty five years. When he was younger and there had been more cat shifters in the world, he would travel great distances to mate. He hasn't found one like him for so many years that it is hard to not strip and fuck her right then and there.
He forces himself to be patient. Mating between cat shifters can sometimes be unpleasant and he has a feeling that she hasn't even had sex before.
A virgin, all for him.
She gives a few meek struggles as he starts to strip her completely, taking off her large shirt first, letting it fall onto the floor beside them. The rest of her clothes follow suit quickly, joining the pile of clothes on the floor. Her clothes are all too big for her, possibly to keep her tail from being seen. She is lovely without them, smooth curves and soft, unblemished skin, if a little pale.
She is even smaller without all the clothes in the way. He can't help but palm her breast, feeling the softness of her skin through his palm and the give of the flesh. Natural breasts always feel a little different from artificial ones. Hers are as natural as they come and he has a feeling that with proper feeding and nutrition, she can grow even bigger. She lets out a lovely little whine and struggles. He's not sure if she's trying to free herself or press her breast into his palm.
"You'll look lovely when you come into milk," he comments, already able to imagine it. He plucks the little nubs until they're stiff and pink, pulling on them until the girl whimpers and mewls a little. It's such a lovely noise, going straight to his groin. He can hardly help himself from leaning in over the young shifter and stealing a kiss, using a finger to pry her mouth open when she struggles to keep her mouth close so he can deepen the kiss. Twisting her on his lap so that she has no choice but to straddle him, he kisses her until she is breathless and her eyes are glazed with desire.
"Mr. Kenzo?" she whispers.
"Mateo," he
corrects, turning her head to slant their mouths tightly and take as he pleases. The sedative is working on her. She blinks hazily at him, lost between wakefulness and sleep. He noses into her hair, rubbing his cheek to her ear because she seems to find it soothing, even if she doesn't say it. His hands trail down her belly, the movement raising goosebumps on her skin. The muscles of her stomach clenches and trembles and he vows to feed her more because she is too skinny now, the size of her waist dainty enough that his fingertips can touch if he were to wrap his hands around her waist.
"Mateo?" she whimpers, wriggling around a little more.
He hisses at the friction of his pants on his hard cock.
Cat shifters don't mate with others because they can't take their cocks without hurting. While his cock isn't barbed in the same way a feline's penis is, it will still grow to a point that would lock their bodies together and he would still feel inclined to fuck up to a hundred times a day in order to impregnate his mate. The first time he had done so to is lover unwittingly, spurred by his desire to breed and mark, his lover had packed up and left the very next day, unable to satisfy nor understand his ridiculous sexual appetite.
He knows he wouldn't have that problem with her. Her body, however small, is designed to take his cock. He would be able to fill her as much as he wants without having to worry about hurting her more than what's natural.
With her drugged with the sedative, there is no need to be delicate with her, but he still finds the desire to kiss every inch of her skin that he can reach, licking up her breasts and kissing her nipples, plucking the sensitive pink buds until they're nice and pebbled and she is a whimpering mess on top of him. He wants her to come undone in his hands, wants her to surrender herself to him willingly.
"It's okay, baby," he coaxes softly, nuzzling her skin. "I'm going to take care of you now," he hushes when she starts to fight weakly. Still drugged, he manages to catch both her wrists easily and tie them with his tie again, pinning her arms behind her. He rains soft kisses on her face as she starts to cry. It's an adorable sound, a soft keening sort of cry that kittens make. "Shh... It's okay darling. There's no need to be scared."
She shakes her head, whimpering sweetly. "No, no," she cries and he knows she doesn't mean it. She's just scared right now because this is new to her. Despite her protest, her body is reacting to him, releasing mating pheromones that makes her even more desirable. She tries to sit up but he holds her by her hips, keeping her sitting on top of him. When she is finally too tired to fight, he lets her rest her head on his chest so he can free his cock. Virgin that she is, he knows that she wouldn't be able to take his cock straight away, not if he wants her to enjoy it. So, he begins to fingerfuck her, working one digit at first into her tight channel, and then a second and a third.
Even though she continues to whimper protests, her body betrays her by opening up to his fingers, letting him stretch her wide enough that he can splay and stretch his fingers inside her pussy without hurting her. She rocks into his fingers, breathing hard against his neck as she struggles to understand what's happening.
"Mr. Kenzo, it feels- it feels weird," she whines.
"I know, darling. My fingers don't feel as good as my cock. I'll make you feel good in a little bit, okay?" he promises.
"Promise?" she asks.
"Promise. You just have to trust me, okay?"
Sweet innocent thing that she is, she nods against his chest and trusts him completely.
He grins and slicks his cock up with her arousal fluid and lifts her up to line her opening to his cock. "Slowly, baby," he says as she tries to sink down into his cock all at once, and then grimaces at the pinch of pain that is him taking her virginity. She whimpers out and squirms feebly, lifting herself off his cock as though she's changed her mind about wanting him inside of her.
He can hardly blame her. She's such a small thing that it would be akin to fucking her with his fist. Still, her heat is getting to her head, making it hard to think. "Feels empty," she whimpers, crying a little as her body aches for something she doesn't understand.
"I know, darling. I know," he coos, kissing her brow as he pushes his cock head insistently up, forcing her way inside her small form. It goes in with a give, stretching her to her limits.
She cries out loudly then and he closes his mouth over her pale shoulder, sinking his teeth in to keep her in place.