CHAAAAPTEEEEER 18! I'm so happy to finally share this one with you. Attention, explicit content coming in this chapter. (a warning will be placed at the beginning and end of the scene if you don't want to read adult content).

Agiani : You got it right, Plagg's not gonna like that ! Revenge is a dish "cheese" best served cold... You'll quickly understand why I say that. :D

Good reading,

CHAPTER 18: Back against the wall.

"Yes! This cat is retiring, Ladybug."

Adrien turned his back to her and climbed the stairs, wobbling slightly with each step.

Marinette blinked several times, completely appalled by what he'd just told her. Her blood boiled in her veins, fueling the fire of the anger she felt. She clenched her fists and went after her boyfriend.

She joined him in his room and slammed the door behind her.

"Have you gone nuts, Adrien!? Do you measure the consequences of your behavior?" she shouted, approaching the bed where he lay casually, as if all was well in the best of worlds.

"Paris no longer needs Chat Noir," he replied, launching his Miraculous towards Marinette.

The young woman grabbed the ring out of the air, squeezing it tightly into her hand. The skin at her knuckles became white as her fist tightened around the ring.

"Good reflexes," chuckled Adrien.

No wait ! Was it a joke? He was making fun of her, wasn't he?

Never in five years had she seen her partner, or even Adrien, be so carefree and arrogant.

"Bullshit! Paris will always need us! We don't know what tomorrow will bring, Adrien! And have you even thought about Plagg... or me?"

Adrien suddenly got up from the bed and walked towards her with a determined step.

"You? You, Marinette!? You have Adrien! That's what you always wanted, right ?! So what's the problem if the mangy alley cat is no longer there!? Chat Noir is a monster that you never loved and who practically raped you!" he shouted, as he dangerously stepped close to her.

Marinette couldn't control herself, the next moment her hand snapped Adrien's cheek.

"I forbid you to talk about yourself like that! You're a good person, Adrien! And I CONSENTED to what happened in the Sentiworld. Totally and fully consented!" she screamed, firmly resolved to make her point.

"But I hurt you! Chat Noir hurts you! He acted like a rabid animal brutalizing his prey before satisfying his hunger. I will NEVER again be that black panther who's gone mad in his cage and unable to control himself the moment he steps out of it," he admitted, angry, his fists and jaws clenching tightly. "Why do you think I renounced my Miraculous? If I become Chat Noir... If my senses are heightened, I will no longer be able to control myself. And I refuse to hurt you again," he admitted, turning away from her.

Marinette's heart was pounding furiously in her chest, beating right into her temples and echoing unpleasantly in her head like a painful echo. She was, on the one hand, angry at Adrien's behavior, and on the other hand, deeply shaken and sad at the way he considered himself when he wore Chat Noir's mask.

She slowly approached her boyfriend, this time her hand rested against his cheek with infinite softness and delicacy.

"Oh Minou… I love you. You, Chat Noir, and you Adrien. I love you. I love all of you ! I forbid you to think otherwise."

"How can you love what I have become, Marinette!" he shouted, pushing her back against the wall. "Look at you, I can see that you are afraid of me! You're afraid of what I could do to you!" he shouted again, putting his hands on either side of her face, keeping her trapped between him and the wall.

Marinette held Adrien's gaze, not looking for any escape. She trusted him, blindly trusted him, and was determined to make it clear to him.

"I'm not afraid of you, Chaton. You wouldn't hurt a mouse. You're not a violent man," she added, seriously.

Adrien gasped, but didn't back away, on the contrary, she felt him crash completely against her, leaving her no space to try to escape. Not that she wanted to anyway. She was still determined to make her point and prove him he was wrong.

"But maybe if you're the mouse… I could become dangerous," he breathed, bringing his face dreadfully close to hers, his green gaze having changed to a darker, almost predatory gaze.

He leaned a little harder against Marinette and in this way she could clearly feel the hardness under his belt pressing against her pelvis, indicating his 'dangerous' intentions.

"You're not dangerous or violent. I know you can control yourself," she replied in a low voice, her controlled breath now caressing her boyfriend's lips as he was so close to her.

Adrien let out a throaty groan and closed his eyes.

"What is it, Adrien? You can dish it but you can't take it? You've been refusing any physical contact with me for weeks!" she protested, rolling her pelvis against him.

Adrien suddenly grabbed her hips to keep her still. "You don't understand!" he growled, through his teeth. "I want you! I want you so badly... but I can't control myself around you. I'm nothing more than a wild beast unable to resist its instincts. I refuse to take the risk of hurting you again."

"You're not a beast Adrien, Chat Noir either. I love you both. I love you."

"I can't do this! It's uncontrollable!" he screamed, suddenly pulling back from her.

Marinette grabbed her boyfriend's hand, preventing him from walking away and forcing him to stay against her.

"You can control yourself. I trust you. Please, transform!" she ordered him, handing him the Black Cat's Miraculous she still held in her hand.

"What?!" he exclaimed.

"Transform! Now."

Adrien gave her a stern look and exerted a strong pressure on her hand. "I refuse. I won't let you face him," he protested.

"I want to confront him. I want you, Chat Noir! Now! Everything will be alright. Transform, please," she reiterated her request again, in a strict and serious voice. "If you really go too far, I'll transform myself to stop you," she reassured him. "If you trust yourself, if you really believe in yourself, everything will be fine. Prove to us that you can do it, Chaton."

The blonde closed his eyes and sighed, taking the ring from his girlfriend's hand and slowly placing it on his ring finger.

Immediately, the kwami of destruction appeared in a flash of green light. He seemed to be about to protest firmly but his holder didn't give him the opportunity to do so.

"Plagg, claws out"

Instantly, Marinette saw the lust shine in the feline's eyes before he threw himself on her lips with a passionate kiss. Marinette instantly kissed him back a hundredfold, moaning against his mouth from the intense and fiery contact. She wanted to take a breath, but didn't get the chance: he'd taken advantage of her moan to deepen the kiss and get inside her mouth, their tongues meeting in a hot and delectable dance.

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"I'm gonna fuck you until you scream my name," he whispered against Marinette's lips, his voice overflowing with desire.

"Try me," she replied, breathless and already hungry for him.

Chat Noir let his gloved hands run along his girlfriend's toned figure, then suddenly he grabbed her backside and lifted her off the ground, forcing her to tighten her thighs around his hips. The feline slammed her against the wall, pressing his body against hers, so that she could feel how much he wanted her.

Marinette closed her eyes, as her boyfriend's mouth traced a path of hot kisses down her jaw and neck. She arched up against him, throwing her head back for more access and pushing her pelvis against his, pulling a hoarse growl from her lover's mouth.

She felt the feline tighten his grip on her buttocks, before he turned around keeping her hanging on him. He walked over to the bed where he put her down on the mattress, quickly settling on top of her. His mouth once again claiming the warmth of hers, as his gloved hands gripped the hem of her tank top to pull it up. They parted for a brief moment, the time to make the cotton fabric disappear on the bedroom floor, then they met to share another series of languid kisses, much more frantic. Much more hungry. Much more imprecise.

Chat Noir was against her mouth, and the next moment, he suddenly was everywhere at once, leaving a hot and humid sensation as he progressed through exploring every part of his beloved's body. The cat-boy's lips trailed over her jaw, neck, collarbone, shoulder, before finding himself kissing the valley between her breasts.

He ran a hand behind Marinette's back, trying to undo her bra, but his claws made it impossible for him. So he brought his hand back to the front of her chest and carefully ran a claw down her breastbone to lacerate the black lace of her bra.

"I'll buy you another," he whispered, his lips already resting on the perfectly round curves of her right breast.

Marinette shuddered as the feline's tongue reached her already hardened nipple. He took it slowly in his mouth and sucked it, while on the other side, his fingers mimicked the same pinch on the other nipple. The double stimulation made her moan loudly and he worked more diligently to give her pleasure, using stronger sucking and harder pinching.

The sensations were such that Marinette already felt close to the breaking point, something she didn't even know was possible by the simple stimulation of her breast. She was like clay that he shaped in his hands, and damn, he was an incredibly agile and diligent sculptor.

She suddenly grabbed her golden bell and forced him to come up to her face.

"If you continue… I'm going to… I'm already going to…," she panted, capturing his lips between hers.

"This is exactly how I want you, Purrincess," he purred, pulling away from her.

Marinette didn't let him go and gripped the bell firmly again.

"You aren't undressed enough," she protested.

"That's not a problem… Plagg, cla-…"

"No!" Marinette objected, pressing her mouth quickly against the feline's to silence him. "I told you I wanted Chat Noir," she insisted, breaking the kiss.

He nodded and sat up on his knees on the mattress, taking the zipper of the suit between his fingers to slide it down to his lower abdomen. But, it was impossible to open the suit. The zipper was blocked… Magically blocked…

"Plagg! It's not the time to take your revenge! Stop that!" Chat Noir grumbled.

Marinette put her hand against her mouth, stifling a chuckle. The situation was quite funny, although she'd to admit that she was also excruciatingly impatient.

"Plagg! You can say goodbye to your precious Camembert, I'll only buy you spreadable cheese if you don't immediately let me get my chest and my arms out! I promise you that if you don't unlock that zipper, I'm going to cum in the costume and totally ruin it!" seriously threatened, the hero.

Nothing seemed to happen and knowing full well how the kwami cat could hold a grudge, Marinette was starting to doubt that her boyfriend would manage to reason with the little god of destruction.

"Fine, Plagg! I've warned you!"

Chat Noir leaned over to Marinette, his expression somewhat crestfallen.

"I'm sorry, Purrincess, but you're going to have to be a little more patient," he whispered into her ear before letting his mouth go to the south again.

He quickly reached the edge of her pants, which he quickly unbuttoned, before removing them from the young woman, leaving her only in her underwear. Marinette felt the feline hero snuggle up between her thighs and moved his pelvis to press against her crotch. The sudden friction made her moan and so did he.

Chat Noir attacked her breast again, biting one of her nipples, and squeezing the other, making her gasp, again and again. At the same time, he always increased the path of the friction of his erection against her intimacy. The movements of the feline were fast and stimulated wonderfully the small organ so sensitive between her thighs. She pushed her pelvis against his, meeting him push for push, looking for more friction when she felt him tense and come to rest against her, stifling a growl with his mouth pressed against her skin.

He sat up, breathless, and she met his eyes darkened with desire. Suddenly, she saw the bell on his neck moving a few centimeters down and the feline grinned, grasping it between his hands and making it slowly slide down, revealing his bare chest.

"I'll be back in a minute. I have to clean up the mess I did in the suit," he exclaimed as he stood up and made his way to the bathroom.

Chat Noir returned a few seconds later, his arms and chest now completely out of the black spandex suit and his golden bell hanging from his lower abdomen.

"You're turn now, Purrincess," he said, pinching the edges of her thong and pulling the underwear out of his way.

The next moment Marinette could only see her boyfriend's blonde hair plunged between her thighs, and damn, she loved the sight. He lifted his head slightly and she met his intense lustful gaze. He slowly licked his lips, then she felt his tongue meet her sore spot, forcing her to close her eyes and break eye contact with the feline.

She threw her head back against the pillow and the moment she felt his fingers enter her she gripped the sheets tightly between her clenched fists.

"Oh yes, Adrien, right there!" she cried, as he touched a spot that practically made her see the stars.

He stopped suddenly. "I told you I'd make you scream my name, Purrincess, but this isn't my name for tonight," he whispered against her damp clit.

"Chaton…" she breathed in a plaintive sigh. "I need you."

She could feel him grinning against her skin, before he picked up where he left off, quickly propelling her to the edge of her climax. Chat Noir intensified the pressure of his tongue against her, as well as the movements of his fingers inside her, making her moan and gasp without her being able to control herself, until everything seemed to collapse around her when her orgasm hit her hard. With pursed lips and fingernails digging into his shoulders, she let out a last moan that was louder and longer than all the others.

Panting and breathless, Marinette felt Chat Noir move over her and stretch to reach the nightstand. She then saw him come back with a small square bag in his hand, which he carefully tore.

"I'm not done with you," he breathed in a voice so intense and sensual, that it would have been enough to make her come a second time.

He carefully unrolled the condom over his erection, then stroked Marinette's hips, making her shudder at the touch of his warm palms.

"Turn around and get on your knees for me, Purrincess," he ordered her.

Marinette gasped but did so, rolling onto the mattress and positioning herself on all fours for him. She instantly felt her boyfriend's hands grip her hips tightly and pull her back slightly, positioning her at the right angle to receive him.

"I want you so much, Marinette," he confessed in a trembling voice, while caressing her busty curves.

At his words, Marinette pulled her hips back to meet his.

"Impatient?" he purred, pressing his hardness against her buttocks.

"Just for you, Chaton," she replied, giving him a fiery look over her shoulder.

She met his gaze full of desire and the next second his fingers tightened around her hips and he sank into her, slowly pushing all the way in before pulling back completely. He plunged into her again, this time with a hard movement. Marinette instinctively bit her lip, while Chat Noir groaned in pleasure. He began a few slow back and forth to let her get used to the feeling of him inside her. He then picked up the pace causing the only noise around them, the slamming of his pelvis against her backside and their synchronized moans, each time he pushed harder inside her.

Soon her beloved's thrusts were erratic and his cadence anarchic. Marinette gripped the sheets tightly between her fingers as the feline behind her no longer controlled anything. He couldn't control the guttural sounds that came out of his throat, nor his fingernails digging into her soft skin. She felt one of his hands move, his fingers drifting between her thighs, caressing that sensitive spot and instantly propelling her towards her climax.

"Oh yes, Chat. Chat. CHAT!" she repeated like a mantra as she contracted around him, reaching an intense orgasm.

She felt Chat Noir withdraw and sink into her one last time with conviction before he was himself carried away by his own orgasm.

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"Marinette…" he moaned, as she felt him tense inside her, before he slowly collapsed onto her back. "I told you I'd make you scream my name," he added in a low whisper in her ear.

"And I told you you wouldn't hurt me, Chat Noir," she said, turning to face him, a hand resting gently against his cheek. "You were perfect," she almost purred, drained of all energy but fully satisfied.

The feline's gaze caught Marinette's, his eyes shining with indescribable emotion, before a lone tear rolled down his black mask.

"Claws in," he whispered.

When the cat mask wore off, the young woman could certainly discern the tears that were accumulating on Adrien's cheeks. She panicked at the sight of her boyfriend looking so fragile and helpless. Quickly, she lay down on the mattress and pulled him into her arms, in a reassuring embrace.

"Adrien… Are you okay?" she asked worriedly.

The young man was now crying unrestrainedly, gasping and stifling his sobs against his partner's bare chest.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, "so sorry to make you suffer and to be so unrecognizable since you saved me from this hell."

"Shht, Chaton… You don't have to apologize. I'm here for you. I always will be. We will go through this ordeal together. I promise you that."

"I blame myself so much, you know. For what happened in the Sentiworld… I was so lost… so dead inside… I needed that spark. I needed you…" he admitted, his voice hoarse.

"I should have understood that you still blamed yourself for that. I didn't pay attention to the signals you sent me. I should have acted accordingly when you started to move away from me and to withdraw into yourself… It's me who is sorry, Adrien," she insisted, placing a soft kiss on the forehead of her beloved.

"I should have told you about it… But I was afraid. I was afraid of the consequences of the wish. I was afraid of no longer having the chance to be happy. I was afraid I had become a monster. I was afraid of losing you forever…" he confessed, tightening his arms around her.

"I think the price to pay was this crisis that we went through… But, it's still you and me against the world, isn't it? And we overcame this ordeal together. We both took the consequences of the wish, as painful as it might have been. We will get up and come out stronger. As we have done every time in recent years," she said sincerely.

"I think you're right… We can do it."

Adrien looked up at Marinette, a faint smile on his lips, as his girlfriend looked at him with unfailing conviction.

"We can do it," she repeated, determinedly. "After a good night's sleep," she added, chuckling softly.

"I approve, you always have the best plans, m'Lady," he whispered, positioning himself comfortably under the blanket and pulling her close to him. "Goodnight, my Love."

"Goodnight, my Love," she whispered in turn.

Peace in their souls and in their hearts was all they needed that evening to fall into a deep and restful sleep, before facing the rest of their way to healing from their past wounds.

To be continued...

Things are getting better... Slowly but surely...

Next part saturday or sunday, chapter 19: Second wind.

Constructive comments and criticism are always appreciated and motivate the author.

PS: This chapter is not about sex arranging things. There are deeper things behind the explicit part. Marinette has total confidence in Adrien, I don't push her into the arms of a violent man. We all know Adrien's not like that. (If you experience violence in your daily life, talk about it and take some distance. Don't throw yourself into the arms of someone who may be engaging in dangerous behavior. That's not the message I want to convey here.) The fact that Adrien realizes that Chat Noir isn't a bad part of him, that Marinette encourages him to control himself and reassures him a lot about what and who he really is and about her feelings for him, that he realizes that she said is true and that he is able to control himself because he isn't the animal he believed. The confessions at the end are also what he needed, to finally come to externalize what he had inside his heart and on his conscience. And what better than to do it when you have been able to physically externalize yourself before as well. All of these things come here with the sexual act they engage in.