A/N: Happy September! I meant what I said about not having as much time to write this month, but I had really naughty thoughts this morning, and I had to write them down...If this is your type of thing, enjoy! ;)
This is Rang's 'sex dream' about Ga Eul and him as a cat that was mentioned in Chapter 7 of I'd Eat Your Heart.
If you're worried about this being a bestiality piece, they don't actually have sex; the whole thing is just one long tease. Plus, Ga Eul knows it's Rang and not an actual cat. This is meant to be, well, strange and not serious at all. Also, it's a dream. That said, if the situation itself makes you uncomfortable, then you probably shouldn't read this one-shot.
Tags: Voyeurism, Light Bondage, Teasing, Lactation, Rang is a Cat
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Rang took a peek.
The shadowy image on the other side of the shower curtain called to him. He could see Ga Eul's figure but not her flesh. He wondered if she was as soft as she looked.
Just a peek. That's all he would take. A peek. Nothing more.
Rang wandered over to the corner of Ga Eul's bathtub and hopped up onto the edge. He poked his head around the shower curtain. What he saw made him dig his claws into the bathtub ledge, scraping the porcelain. Ga Eul was as beautiful as he'd always imagined her to be, hidden beneath all those stupid layers of clothes. At the moment, a very naked Ga Eul had her head tilted back into the spray from the shower head, her eyes shut as the water streamed over her delicate face, and he could see soap suds draining out at the bottom of the tub. She was washing the soap from her hair, and holy shit, was he thankful for it. At this angle, he had the perfect view of her bare breasts, jutting out and glistening with water as she arched her back, and the dripping tuft of her hair that teasingly hid her private part as she spread her legs a bit more for balance. She looked so relaxed, so in ecstasy. He wanted to make her that limp and pliant in his hands, wanted to make her body glisten...but in other ways and for other reasons. By the time Ga Eul swung her head down and opened her eyes, Rang had almost forgotten he was a cat, hypnotized as he was by the sight of her. He'd almost forgotten he couldn't pin her to the wall of her shower, water be damned.
"Hey, what are you doing there? I thought cats don't like baths," Ga Eul noted, her hair dripping, the water running in a perfect line down her nipples, down the smooth curves of her breasts, down to the meeting of her thighs. Rang wanted to stand under her legs and drink the water that dripped from her thighs; he wanted even the tiniest taste of her sweetness.
Ga Eul was right. Cats disliked being wet. Rang knew that much. Foxes disliked being wet, too—they hated getting caught in the rain because of their delicate coats—but, of course, Rang took showers. He liked being clean, so he strictly viewed them as a cleansing ritual, nothing more. Usually, he got in and out as quickly as possible, but sometimes he took longer, hotter showers when he was feeling irritated with himself. He let the water scald him until he felt adequately purged.
"Would you like me to give you a bath?" Ga Eul asked, inviting and innocent. Too innocent, maybe, but he didn't pay attention to that. Her body called to him even if the water didn't. He had to listen.
Rang let Ga Eul pick him up and cradle him to her chest. He nestled his head against her breast, heedless of the water now toppling over his head and into his eyes. His fur grew heavier with each drop; soon it would be wet and matted against him, and he hated that feeling, but he didn't want to move. Not now that he could feel Ga Eul's soft skin bare against him or her fingers pressing into his scalp once more as she massaged his head. He would let her give him a bath and he would fucking love it.
"You're a bad cat, Mister Lee Rang. Are you a bad fox too?" Ga Eul asked, her voice dripping honey.
Rang's head popped up, his eyes wide as he looked into hers. How did she know?
"You think you can fool me?" Ga Eul smiled down at him and, lifting him up, pressed a kiss to the top of his damp head. "I'm your soulmate," she whispered into his ear, and Rang's faint knowledge that all of this was a dream suddenly became quite vivid. Of course, this wasn't actually how the scene had played out in Ga Eul's apartment, though it would have been an enticing alternative.
Suddenly, the dream morphed, as dreams do, effortlessly shifting from one scene to another. This time Ga Eul was laid out on her bed, still completely naked, and her hands were tied above her head. Rang was lying on her stomach, staring, just staring at her, but every so often he flicked his tail down between her legs and drew it up slowly, light as a feather. When he did that, Ga Eul let out the sweetest whimper and pressed her legs together, nearly trapping his tail there. The pleading look in her eyes told him she wanted something else.
Something else? Rang's attention shifted to the pert little breasts in front of him; they were the perfect size for him to rub his head against, so he did, first one breast and then the other. While he was occupied with her left breast, he opened his eyes to slits and noticed a little trickle of liquid streaming down her right breast. He shuffled over to investigate and found that the substance was milk, white and creamy. Rang couldn't resist. He licked Ga Eul right on her pointed nipple, then devoured the rest of the milk, licking slowly and gently until every bit of it was gone.
He repeated the same action with her other breast. Then he batted at her nipples with his paws, hoping to draw out more milk. All the while, he continued stroking her with his tail. He loved to watch Ga Eul's face strain with pleasure, with want.
Her eyes were squeezed shut now, but every once in a while she would moan his name.
"Rang...Rang...Rang."
Rang shut his own eyes. He purred. He could live forever hearing her call his name like that.
"Rang...Rang." Her voice broke in a begging manner, and she rubbed her legs tighter together, so that his tail was, indeed, caught between them and he could feel how wet she was. So wet. So warm. All for him. A shiver rolled down his back. If he could maneuver his tail the right way, maybe he could find that tight little hole...
Rang shot up in bed, drenched in sweat. His room was dark, silent. Empty except for him. All the same, he was burning up and terribly disoriented, and it took a moment for him to get his bearings, to realize that Ga Eul was nowhere in sight and he was perfectly human.
Well, perfectly human except for...his claws were out. Glancing around, Rang perceived that he'd ripped up his bedsheets during his sleep, and he couldn't remember the last time that had happened. He must have been a teenager the last time…
Never mind.
He sheathed his claws and glared at his hands as if they had betrayed him.
His bedcovers had been sliced dozens of times and now lay in an unusable heap beside him. The tiny balls of fluff that had been inside the comforter now dotted his bed and the floor below. His room looked like the scene of a pillow fight where the pillows had exploded. He wondered if Ga Eul liked pillow fights, and if she...no. No, no, no. No, no.
He did not want to think about her anymore.
He did not want to know the end of the dream.
He did not want to help the throbbing bulge in his boxers by reimagining it.
Already, he'd have to buy a new bed set in the morning. He had some dignity left.
That human. That damn human. What the hell was she doing to his brain?!
