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Chapter eight
Marinette groaned out loud when consciousness tugged itself to open her eyelids. When she did, she hissed out loud to the sudden white-hot pain stroking itself on her back. Her eyes opened to slits, where she bleary found herself on her stomach and seeing her palms having criss-cross blisters. Finally, she fully opened her eyes, thanking that Chat's room was dim with only a fire as a beacon of light. Said owner of the room, prowled himself towards her on the bed, and looked at her with a guarded look she couldn't decipher.
"Chat…" Marinette tried to voice out, but her voice was dry like an Egyptian desert itself. He hushed her with just one look, then gingerly lifted her head on his lap and tilted her head for her to drink some cold water. He gently played with her messy inky locks, since she no longer wore that annoying disguise. She sighed in relief when the cool droplets filled her parched throat, also how Chat petted her head gently with his claws that made her not think about the pain on her back. Sadly, her distraction of bliss stopped, when he no longer caressed and combed her hair like a treasured doll. A weak whine reverberated her throat and she didn't even have the strength to be mortified by it.
Suddenly, he eased herself up onto his back while being cautious not to touch her scarred back that she hasn't seen with her own eyes yet. She couldn't hold in the hiss when her hurtful palms had to grip onto Chat's shoulders to keep her steady. Almost immediately, she felt his body tense like he was the one in pain, but she quickly soothed him with A-okay words. He only nodded at this before they headed into the spacious bathroom. He slowly put her down, until he made sure her feet stayed safely on the marble floor.
"Please get undress," He requested with no sense of any familiar furry humor from him.
Before she could retort, like their usual banter they formed together, he quickly turned around to give her privacy and drew up a bath from the huge circular tub. Shakily, she undressed, being cautious of her palms and how her withered shirt didn't slide too long up her back. Marinette crossed her arms over her chest, due to her modesty and weariness of Chat's standoffish approach. In fact, she would have given anything for him to make a cheeky comment, even if was perverted because she didn't know how to deal with this sullen kitty?!
Marinette let out a weary sigh as she slowly approached the bathtub. Chat's back still faced her, but he inclined his head for her to know she could go in. With that, she unconsciously dipped her toe in and then slowly put her body in the warming heat. Marinette clenched her teeth, due to how the heated water caressed her palms and her sore back. Sure, the bubbling bubbles hid her nude appearance, and she even wore her bra and underwear. However, the moment Chat turned with his darkened green eyes all on her; she felt exposed and vulnerable under his glance. For awhile, they both didn't say anything, even though many questions played at the tip of her tongue for what went down earlier.
Finally, he blessed her with the most glittered question on her mind: "Everyone made it out okay, and Mylene is being recovered. If you haven't blocked her from…" Chat's face morphed itself to consuming pain, so without thinking, Marinette grasped his claw into her wrinkled hands.
"Chat, I don't regret what I did, even though it hurt like hell. I would do it again in a heartbeat…" She confessed openly, but her honesty made his eyes darkened somewhat.
He rubbed soothing, focused circles on her sore palms, even though his whole body was tense. "I understand that, Marinette. However, what I saw of what Hawk Moth did to you, I couldn't bear to watch it any longer and it broke me so much to see yourself in so much pain." Chat revealed before he pressed her lips hungrily to his.
Marinette found herself stupefied for a moment. About to pull away, in absolute shock, but he coaxed her mouth to stay in place. He teasingly bit her bottom lip, making her gasp, and then his hot tongue came into her mouth without intrusion. She found it a bit sloppy, not knowing what to do with her tongue, but the way he kept caressing it made her worries disappear. The way he tasted on the tip of her tongue, almost like the forbidden fruit, something dangerous and so seductive. He pulled away from her mouth with a loud pop, where she greedily sucked in a bunch of air and he let out a cool breath in her ear.
"My tongue can not only bring you pleasure, my lady, but it can heal your scars with so much ecstasy. Will you let me heal you, my purrincess…" He whispered seductively, which made her whole body dance with flames.
She couldn't in the life of her think straight, what with how his tongue teased her, and how he promised her that all of her pain would go away. Without thinking, she nodded in surrenderance, not fully aware of Chat's wicked gleam in his eyes.
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Like a model, he teasingly took off his clothes, almost like he put on a strip-tease show all just for her. She blushed greatly when he only had his boxers on and she almost wanted him to take them off by pure curiosity. He joined her in the bath, then slowly wrapped his arms around her towards his naked chest, and gently rubbed her palms to draw out goosebumps on her arms. Anticipation hummed throughout her body, since she couldn't face him, until pleasure and pain came onto her back with Chat's weapon tongue. In a flash of blurred colors and spiraling sensations, she threw her head back and moaned out loud. He brought his head next to her neck, where he kissed upon her pulse point, and purred like the panther he was. Being distracted by the delicious ministations he put on her neck, Chat gingerly sat her on his lap to face him while he sat on the bath bench.
Chat settled a soothing hand up her somewhat healed back, then he picked up both her hands to his lips as his tongue savored the blisters on her palms. She couldn't hide her blush blooming on her cheeks, also how her entire being sang with arousal and frenzied dizziness. The steam and the sweet-scented fragrance of the bath; made her felt delirious and she could only concentrate on Chat's seducing touches.
"Ride me," He urged with a hoarse purr.
Marinette blinked at his request, not having no single clue on how to do that. She tried, she really did, but her clumsy movements kept slipping off his lap and it was nowhere near sexy. Pure frustration clouded her embarrassment, not knowing why she thought she could do this. He heartily laughed at her, but not in a mocking sense, which she almost expected from her constant clumsiness. His claws settled themselves on her bare thighs, almost teasingly close to her underwear, and he motioned her thighs in a rhythmic pattern.
"It's like this, my purrincess," He explained while he manipulated her body to the wonders of pleasure.
Thousands of electrons went into a mad friction throughout her body when she lapped against him. Waves of pleasure tingled upon her skin, as he drew her thighs closer to him, and the friction of arousal went straight to her stomach. He parted her mouth open with his tongue, almost like a begged caress, and she welcomed his mouth with no hesitation this time. His tongue coaxed against her own tongue, in the same rhythm he brushed his claws against her thighs, and how the overlap of friction came against them. She found herself it being too much and not nearly enough.
Before she could contain herself, he moved them faster in a hurried pace and her covered breasts bounced uncontrollably. Then, the moment he cupped her breast and swirled teasingly of her hardened nipple with his tongue, she found white-hot pleasure overcame her with a climax. Marinette found herself sensitive, like hot flames caressed her body with soothing touches, and utter relaxation hit her like she's a boneless jello. Her body landed ungracefully on Chat's chest, so fulfilled and utterly exhausted.
He chuckled at her expanse and said with a groan of his own. "I hope I satisfied you with utter purrleasure, like you did for me, my purrincess," He purred in content, indicating there was no longer a bulge desperate for attention in his boxers.
Safe
They stayed within each other's arms, where she enjoyed how he cradled her like something precious. Then, finally, their hazy spell broke and the water was no longer warmly inviting. They both got out of the tub, where she quickly grabbed a towel to hide her somewhat nude appearance and heard Chat let out a loud snort.
"My fair maiden, there is no need to be modest because your body is absolutely enchanting," She ignored his comment, even though she blushed by his admirable praise. However, he respected her privacy by leaving her a change of clothes as he left the bathroom.
Her heart skipped a beat when she realized the long black shirt was indeed Chat's. Without thinking, she inhaled his shirt and felt a sense of ease like a part of himself lingered within her presence. She put on a change of underwear and bra, where she almost wanted to smack Chat for leaving her a pair of the most lacy ones. The shirt went down to her mid-thigh, also she had to roll her sleeves a bunch times and she almost felt like a little kid playing dress up.
Once she felt herself satisfied with her appearance, she went back to the room and almost fell flat on her face; due to being greeted to Chat's naked chest on the bed. His shit-eating grin didn't go unnoticed to her, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction, and simply crawled on her side of the bed. Marinette moaned out in relief, since her back no longer felt that stinging pain. With blissful relief, she found herself in a daze as she snuggled up to Chat utterly grateful. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her up to his purring chest. She shyly pecked his lips, trying to convey without her flustered words, that she's willing to give this mate thing a try. Chat smiled boyishly down at her, kissing her forehead and his tail brushing against her knuckles under the covers. Marinette had no idea what tomorrow or the future would bring, but for now, she found herself fully content with her panther.
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