Author Note: I wrote this one whilst listening to a song by Divide the Day, if anyone is interested. It's called Fuck Away the Pain. Use caution going forward, as this chapter is a *little* graphic. More to come, I promise. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Four: Forget About the Pain
The kiss deepened, and Marinette felt herself tumbling into the intoxicating lure of it. Her soft moan trickled into his mouth as his clawed fingers scraped lightly down her arms to grip her developing hips. Her digits echoed his desperate demeanor, burying into his golden strands, pulling firmly to lock him against her feeding mouth.
Chat thrust himself against her, and another pleased sound escaped her lips as the hardness of his arousal ground into her. A wave of heat rippled through her body, coursing beneath the thin layer of her skin, and she felt herself blushing as her own arousal grew, slicking her panties.
His entire body went rigid against her soft curves, and he yanked himself backwards. A glassy look filled his cat eyes, and she saw his nostrils flare. "Ch-Chat?" His name was breathless as it left her throat, and she tried to dissuade her frantically beating heart.
His head bobbed, almost imperceptibly, as his nostrils continued to flare. He was sniffing the air, and his pupils narrowed to slits. His mouth fell open a little before he took another step backwards. "S-sorry, M-Marinette," he choked out. "I should go."
He spun to run up to the skylight, and her heart broke again, her hand flying out as if she could stop him. "No!" She could feel the sting behind her eyes, but she was not going to cry. Did he realize he didn't want her? "What did I do wrong?" She was pleading, and one of the crystalline tears popped free.
She saw his back muscles tense, but he stopped his retreat enough to stare at her over his shoulder. "Y-you haven't done anything wrong. It's me, I shouldn't have kissed you."
Another tear squeezed out. "You regret kissing me." It wasn't a question as she dropped her vibrant orbs to stare at the floor.
Marinette heard his descent, but he didn't touch her. "No," he breathed, "but it would be wrong to continue." His claws lifted her chin affectionately so they were staring into each other's eyes. "We both love other people," he admitted. "I don't want to use you like that, Princess. You deserve to be more than an outlet to satiate my craving for affection," he whispered hoarsely.
The immediate crimson staining her cheeks was hot, and she felt like the fire flowing lazily through her body was going to burn her from the inside out. That was…that was…such an incredibly sweet thing to say.
"I liked kissing you…" She really didn't know why the words escaped, but she felt like he deserved to hear them.
"I know." He sounded almost pained.
Oh. She frowned slowly. "You do?" Well, she hadn't exactly pushed him off of her.
He tensed again, pulling away, but her arms ensnared his neck, gluing him to his spot, and he had the mind to look embarrassed now. Beneath that, she could see something else. Something darker. Lust?
He surged forward, pressing into her body, and her grip loosened in surprise. A purr vibrated through his chest, but his lips released a soft feral growl into her ear. "I can smell you," he whispered brusquely.
"Sm-smell me," she reiterated, the enunciations heavy around her swollen tongue. Her convulsing mind went blank, and her stomach tightened into a painful knot.
"Oui." His teeth nipped her ear. Something snaked around her left thigh, coaxing it up around his waist so his hardness could press more fully against her throbbing core. "I…can… smell…you." As if to accentuate his point, he rubbed firmly against her with each carefully whispered word.
Oh! Her nails dug into his back, the motion of his hips conjuring pleasure through her body. "P-please, Chat," she whimpered. She wanted this. Maybe she even needed it. It would be nice to lose herself to someone that wanted her. They might have loved other people, but they both hurt, and maybe this would make the pain go away…even if it only staved it off for a little while.
His ears twitched, and despite his words, his left hand slid to her ass, lifting her the rest of the way up. "This is dangerous." Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and a pleased moan escaped Marinette's chest. "We shouldn't do this."
"It doesn't have to be a thing," she whispered, desperate to keep him from changing his mind. She kissed him, quick…sloppy and needy. "Just this one time," she pleaded, grinding into him until a growl of pleasure escaped her impromptu lover. "Make me forget about him," she whimpered.
She hadn't meant to say those words, but it was the truth. She just wanted him to help her forget the agony. However, if he was offended by it, it didn't show.
"With pleasure, Princess," he growled abruptly, walking until her back hit the wall hard enough to make her wince.
His aggression only turned her on more, and the more sounds that spilled from Marinette's mouth seemed to fuel his rough nature. Either that, or he was very pent up. His hands gripped her wrists, pinning them to the flat barrier as his body trapped her.
"Tonight, you will only think of me." He hissed, his mouth retreating to her neck. "Tonight, you're mine." His teeth sank into her erratic pulse, and her back curved, leading her to cry out with the intoxicating pleasure.
Mari's digits buried into his hair as he released her arms, his mouth beginning to suck at her skin, his teeth refusing to relinquish their claim on her flesh. Her nails dug fiercely into his scalp, and his growl resonated against her neck, his hips thrusting forcefully into her trapped form, his own hands snaring her waist possessively.
He growled again, but this time it sounded frustrated, and he dropped her to her feet without warning. She almost buckled, but he steadied her with his hands, something uncoiling from her thigh. She looked down to see his tail retreating, realizing that it had been what had lifted her leg the first time.
Marinette opened her mouth to protest, but the words fell short as he spun her around, pushing her chest first into the wall, pinning her to it with his weight. She felt him rubbing against her ass, and his lips found her ear again. "Stay," he commanded.
The dominance in his voice made a fresh wave of heat scorch her blood, and she did what she was told. She didn't move. "Y-yes, kitty."
"Don't look." The words were a little more cautious this time, but she nodded her head. She knew what he was about to do. After all, their armor was magical and couldn't be removed. "Claws in," he murmured, and even without looking, Marinette could see the bright green glow that emanated from his transformation.
She heard ripping, and her heart amped up a little more. Seconds later, a piece of fabric came down over her eyes, and Chat secured it behind her head. "What did you rip?"
"My shirt," he said fluidly. "Be honest, can you see anything?" He shifted her around, and stood at her side, out of the way.
She squinted through the fabric, but all she saw was darkness. "No."
"Good," he chuckled, giving her a shove.
She yelped as she stumbled, tripping over her feet and hitting the edge of her chaise. She was doubled over the plush surface, and before she could correct herself, he was behind her. His strong hands pushed her shoulders down so her chest was flattened against the surface, and her ass was in the air for him to grip.
"Such a tempting sight, Princess." He purred, yanking her pants and panties down to her knees in a single motion. She blushed, squirming, and a gush of fluid slicked her swollen core in anticipation. "Eager, too," he chuckled. "My Princess is dripping." She made a strangled sound in her throat, which coerced laughter from him. "No need to be embarrassed," he assured her. "I'm certainly going to enjoy it."
What? Before she could figure out what he meant, his bare hands slid down her rounded bottom, and down the backs of her thighs, sending shivers through her body. Then, his teeth sank into her plump right cheek.
The pleasure was so blinding that something inside of her exploded. Her back arched, and a scream of ecstasy escaped her lips as an orgasm possessed her body. The waves crashed over her, threatening to drown her in a sea of warmth, but she slowly made her way back to the surface. When she did, Chat was no longer biting her.
"Ch-Chat?" She was winded, and surprised. That had never happened before.
"Di…" She could hear him swallow before trying again. "Did you just cum without…" she felt him struggling for a word. "Without being touched…touched."
It was a weird way to put it, since he was touching her, but she knew what he meant. He hadn't touched her core when she came. "I th-think so," she admitted, her voice small, embarrassed. "That's never happened before."
"It was—uh kind of hot, and definitely interesting," his voice was mischievous now.
"Oh," she groaned. "Please don't tease me," she begged.
He chuckled. "As you wish," he grunted as he moved. "For now, Princess," he added.
"God, your pussy is gorgeous," he moaned. Before she had time to respond, she felt his hot mouth sucking her clit into its confines, and her back curved again. Marinette emitted a cry of pleasure, and he moaned against her core. "It tastes delicious, too."
That was it. It was enough to send her tumbling into another body encompassing orgasm. "Ch-Chat!" She screamed his name this time, her fingers clawing at he chaise as her eyes squeezed shut.
"Wow, eager to go, and easy to please." His tongue lapped at her inner thigh, much like a cat, for several beats. "I could have lots of fun with that combination," he teased.
"I th-thought we were already having fun," she teased back.
"Touché, mademoiselle, but I was talking about torturing you." His tone adapted a darkness, and it almost sent her over the edge again. Almost.
"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
He snickered. Oh, boy.
Author Note: In case anybody was wondering, and wanted to know without looking it up…yes, you can orgasm without having your 'genitalia' stimulated. You can get SO turned on, that your body has an orgasm (I think this might be the case when you have a 'wet' dream as well). Trust me, it's not always as fun as it sounds, as I suffer from this particular infliction. Probably TMI, but it's a thing. Perhaps I should start a foundation…Please save the easily 'pleased' :P :P :P
