Munkustrap was so angry he could barely think straight, making no effort to hide it as he passed through the junkyard gates, fixing the two sentries Pouncival and Tumblebrutus with a glare that silently dared them to say something.
Very familiar with Munkustrap's "don't fucking ask" expression, the two males moved dutifully aside, knowing better than to ask how his dip in the canal had gone, especially since neither of them had felt obliged to help, since neither were keen on getting their feet wet.
Munkustrap could tell by their innocently perplexed faces that they'd overheard the entire commotion, but he couldn't care less what they thought about it, or even if they sniggered about him and Rumpleteazer in private. The first one to so much as mention the incident would get a severe cuff across the head and a month of sentry duty, so they were wise to keep their mouths shut in his presence.
As Munkustrap headed towards the infirmary complex, he kept being plagued by the memory of Rumpleteazer's tongue in his throat; and it made him even angrier. He wasn't sure why, or even where the anger was coming from. He just knew he was going to have trouble thinking about anything else from now on. If that was the little game she wanted to play, she'd better hope she liked the taste of losing, because he'd see to it that her mischief was paid for… somehow or another.
Deep down, he knew he should have acted sooner; way back at last year's Ball. Perhaps, if he had taken Rumpleteazer aside and explained why rubbing her bottom against his hip was neither big nor clever, nor was it appropriate for a yearling to do that with her superior, then maybe she wouldn't have carried on?
But he'd been too preoccupied with the play and the Jellicle Ball and everything else, dismissing her actions as nothing more than a kitten crush that would be very short lived once she'd gotten over all the excitement of experiencing her first ever celebration.
But unfortunately, her 'flirting' continued to escalate during the course of the year, to the point where he wasn't sure how to deal with it. He tried being firm. She laughed in his face, knowing he couldn't do anything about it. If it were a young male, Munkustrap would have no problem using fear and the force of his bare paws to get the respect he demanded; but this was a female. There was no law protecting her from violence, just his own code of chivalry: "never hit a lady, no matter how much she asks for it."
But the more it went on, the more she left imprints in his mind. He would find himself agonising over her; telling himself she was nothing more than a silly little trouble maker, yet wondering how she was able to push all his buttons simultaneously. Just hearing the sound of her shrill laughter was enough to ruin his day.
A year on from the ball, he could still feel the sensation of her firm buttocks rubbing against his hip, adding to the new sensation of her soft, slightly plump lips. Could it be, he secretly ENJOYED their encounters? Could it be, he was actually curious about her; fascinated by her devil-may-care attitude to life that was unlike any female he knew.
Somehow, he just KNEW she liked it rough and dirty and was secretly begging for him to make a proper decent queen out of her, and that was why he didn't put a firm stop to her shenanigans... because he could if he wanted to. It was a distressing thought. And one that now wouldn't go away.
Jellylorum tut-tutted as she placed the shirt in the basket for washing. "No words... no words at all... stealing Mr Jones' shirt and mucking it up like this? They've overstepped the mark this time, that's for sure... I remember when they left dear old Skimbleshanks' pocket watch in the middle of the road. You almost got your tail flattened-"
"Not to mention having to endure a highly pissed ginger Scot, Hell bent on turning the furacious duo into slippers." Munkustrap leaned against the washing machine and folded his arms, his manner calm but grumpy. "They'll keep pushing their luck until someone decides to do something about it, and I don't think a slap on the paw is going to be enough."
He was alluding to having Mungojerry and Rumpleteazer stripped of certain Jellicle entitlements, such as automatic entry to the annual ball, and was a decision only the senior queen's counsel could make. Defection was a crime punishable by that, as was the murder of a fellow Jellicle. Mungojerry and Rumpleteazer had succeeded in doing neither of those things, so there wasn't much chance of the council deciding on it. Plus they're job as Jellicle spies was too much of an asset to junkyard security.
"Yes... Misto had a job fixing that watch," the Calico angora mused, completely missing what Munkustrap was hinting at, perhaps purposefully. "According to Skimbal, it's still three minutes fast. Having said that, he hasn't missed a single train."
"Well, unless you can get that shirt blinding white, we'll be forced to live on rats, mice and rotting scraps, of which there is not enough to sustain a tribe of this size, given that many of the queens are eating not just for themselves, but their unborn kits as well."
"Oh, don't WORRY Munkustrap, dear," Jellylorum assured him. "A bit of bleach, a bit of sewing, I'll have it as good as new. And you know your son is a dab hand at UNBENDING spoons. Now, why don't you get yourself cleaned up and go see Jazzie. She was looking for you earlier, though I doubt she'll be impressed with you smelling like an old pond."
At that, Munkustrap cracked a half smile.
Ah, Jazzie...
"Thanks Jelly. Your honesty is always appreciated."
The senior queen smiled fondly. "Don't mention it. Now let me get on with my ironing. I've still got two piles left to do."
Munkustrap was particularly concerned about the food situation, because several of the queens were pregnant with HIS kittens. Jennyanydots and Jellylorum had given birth a few months before, to a hodgepodge of varying paternities, of which a few MAY have been his, but it was anyone's guess as to which ones.
The female ability to carry kittens by multiple fathers was something that never failed to astound Munkustrap, and although he did his best to love them all, there was nothing more crippling to a tom's ego than to look after another male's young.
That's just how nature roles. Who am I to question it?
For Munkustrap, there was a constant jostling match with other males for the dominant position, and all the female had to do was pick the ones with the most desirable qualities; an opinion that could change depending on the time of year, what mood they were in or simply the weather. But it was something that had been going on ever since there had been Jellicle cats on the Earth, and would probably continue until the Earth was no more.
Three queens had decided that he alone would father their kittens, and he couldn't feel more flattered and blessed about that. It was the highest privilege indeed; one also bestowed upon his father (although Munkustrap had a fair way to go before he could even begin to match HIS prowess).
Obviously, being a father to so many was a huge responsibility, not just to keep them all safe, but also to share his love and time with them; not to mention he was literally days away from meeting his first grandkittens too. Him, a grandfather! He still couldn't get his head around it... how fast kittens grow up. "Just hearing that word is enough to make my bones creak!" He thought as he headed into the shower room.
Jazzie stood at her desk, biro in paw, too busy to even sit down. Filling out forms was probably the most tedious part of her job, but it was very important that she wrote down all the information and didn't make any errors. As she scrawled patients' names and test results in her illegible doctor's script, she didn't sense his approach until he was right up behind her, capturing her in a huge bear hug that swamped her petite frame. "Munk!" She flinched as his whiskers tickled the side of her neck. "You made me jump!"
"Hello dear. Nice to see you too."
She turned and landed a peck on his smirking lips. "I'm busy. I have to finish these records."
"I thought you were on a break?"
She grimaced. "I am... I was... I won't be long. You smell nice."
"Just had a shower."
"And you thought you'd dry yourself on me, hm?"
But he was too engrossed trying to get a feel of her body through her shirt dress to pay attention to what she was saying. "Hmmm. You're wearing something under there."
He tried to take a peek under her skirt, but she wouldn't let him. "Uhu! Later! It's meant to be a surprise."
"You can't tell me that! I want to see NOW!" He was hugging her again, making it so his hardened package was pressed into her backside. He knew she couldn't resist that! "Come on. Just a peak?"
"Munk! Stop it!" She batted his paw away, but it was no use. All too soon, his paws were up inside her dress, making her shiver and having as much fun as a kitten with a touch and feel box.
"Hmm. Lace. Silk. Wait... Are those...? Oh! They are!"
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "You like?" Her voice filled with exasperation.
"I think I'm going to enjoy watching you take them off."
She swallowed, feeling her loins start to leak as though he had commanded them to. She crossed her legs, but it was futile trying to fight it. The records suddenly seemed less important than having his large paws grope her, knowing he could have her any way he wanted. Hearing him talk like that was so strange, so arousing.
"I want to take them off you right NOW."
"Muuuunk..." She whined. "I'm workiiiing..."
"So am I... technically. Although I may be abusing my position slightly."
She turned her head to face him and couldn't help but giggle at the low tone of his voice and the evil glimmer in his eye. "I have a break soon..."
"How soon?"
"Half an hour?"
"Half an HOUR!" His face was the epitome of chagrin, like she'd just told him she'd been spayed or something. "Sweetheart, I'm not going to last that long!"
"There's nothing I can do about it... uhh, don't do that..."
"Your bum is so nice. Did you really think you could get away with wearing these and not have me molest you?" He dipped a finger into her panties, causing her to let out a short gasp. "Mmm... lace... Bast, you've soaked them! Is that just for me?"
"Stooop...!"
"Jazz? I don't mind taking over, if you two… um... need some privacy?"
Jazzie flashed a weak smile at her colleague, who was standing in the doorway, looking more than a little awkward.
"Oh... that's very kind of you, Luce. But it's ok... he'll just have to- Munk!"
She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence, because he swept her off her feet, quite literally.
"He'll just have to what?" He chuckled, carrying her out of the room, giving Luciana a wink as he passed.
"Have fun, Jazz!" Called the Abyssinian, shaking her head.
"Oh, she will."
Jazzie tried hitting him, but it was like hitting concrete, so had no choice but to surrender to being 'kidnapped' all the way to her lodgings.
Once Munkustrap entered the two room flat and made sure the door was locked, he carried Jazzie over to the chaise lounge and sat down, cradling her in his lap. She already had a paw resting on the nape of his neck, planting kisses on his jaw. All he had to do was turn his head and his lips were hers. He brushed the fur away from her cheeks and kissed deeply, his paws running over her breasts, making her sigh. "What am going to do with you?"
"I have a few ideas." His paws began to wander as he whispered in her ear, "How about a dance?"
She grinned. "I was planning on doing that later, but since you are so impatient..." She slipped off his lap, went over to the record player and touched the needle to the Jefferson Airplane record that was already in there. When she came back, he was seated in a relaxed manner, spreading his arms across the back of the chaise lounge, gazing intently at her.
The first atmospheric bars of White Rabbit filled the room. She lowered her gaze and began a slow girate of her hips, raising her arms and swivelling in time to the psychedelic beat. She looked up and saw his aqua and gold eyes had gone dark with lust, clearly approving the choice of moves.
Slowly, she unclipped the buckle of her belt and let it fall to the floor. After kicking it aside, she began to undo her buttons, starting from the top of her dress, and heard him take a deep inhale as she exposed her bra. It was indeed lacy; navy blue and embellished with a white satin jazmine in the centre cleavage, it accentuated her slightly enlarged bosoms perfectly.
The look on his face was of one appreciating a fine piece of art, but she knew the beast that simmered just below the surface. He probably wanted nothing more than to tear off her clothes and ravage her mercilessly, but remained fixed in his seat, transfixed by her as she peeled off her dress, revealing the matching panties.
Dancing in just her underwear, she approached him and he reached out, taking her slight frame in his huge palms and pressing loving kisses into the little bulge at her centre. She had initially felt self conscious about her changing body, but he made her feel like the most beautiful queen in the world without having to say a word. "Your boobs are bigger," he complimented, pulling down the material to enclose one in his rough grasp.
He couldn't really care less about the bra, she knew. It was what was underneath that mattered to him, so she unclipped it and allowed him to slip it from her shoulders, before taking one of her breasts in his mouth and sucking the nipple hard, while fingered the lace of her panties. Slowly, he delved inside. Her arms went around his shoulders, paws in his head fur as his fingers entered her, sliding into her slick cavity with ease. Her eyes closed as pleasure swept through her body and she felt so much adoration in her heart for this silver tom.
She was one of the few who would ever get to see this side of him. The cat whom Jellicles respected and looked up to, but most only got to see the stoic and dignified Protector. Little did they know of the passionate fire that burned within his heart and the love that he was capable of giving.
If she'd only known what awaited her when they'd met all those months ago, when he rescued her so dramatically from that awful place. She'd never have guessed he'd be the perfect lover, mate and soon to be father of her kittens. She couldn't have asked the Everlasting cat for more.
She felt his member pressing hard against her thigh and reached for it, sliding her paw over it, rubbing her thumb across the tip, feeling it smooth at first, growing rough at the head as it lengthened and hardened further.
He let out a moan and shoved her panties down. Once she'd shimmied out of them, he moved her to sit on the quilted seat and she opened her legs. Starting above her knee, he left a trail of searing kisses and delicate nips on her smooth fur, leading right to her glistening pussy.
She moaned as she felt his rough tongue in there, drawing dexterous circles in her folds, his whiskers tickling her thighs as their purrs reverberated through one another. She whined and leaned back on her elbows. "Baise moi! Munk... s'il vous plaît!"
He answered between licks. "J'aime quand tu parles comme ça." He loved to communicate with her in her native French. He was getting good at it, in fact.
Jazzie's claws gripped the edge of the fabric as she felt him eat her out like she was his last meal, his tongue sliding over her in velvet strokes. Her head went back. She knew she was moaning loudly. The heat building within her until it reached dizzying highs and his mouth captured her orgasm, licking up every last drop of her, sucking on the nub of her pretty little clitoris until her whole body jerked and spasmed. She felt the overwhelming urge to close her legs, but he held them open, enjoying doling out this ecstasy torture.
The only thing to do was relax into it, and soon she felt heat building again. She was nothing more than his little fuck toy, totally at his mercy, practically mewing. "Munk...! Je te veux tellement mon amour!"
"Patience, doux ange. Il faut aller lentement." Crawling over her, he shifted her hips, moving her into position, then moved his paw to line his cock up with her slick entrance, his tip edging her, raising goosebumps on Jazzie's skin. When he entered her fully, he swallowed up her moan in a passionate kiss and she closed her eyes, both at the feeling of him inside her and at all that he tried to communicate to her by his lips on hers, his tongue massaging hers and Jazzie gently nibbling Munkustrap's lower lip, as he started up a series of slow, controlled thrusts. His free hand cradled her neck, just under her jaw and she kept Munkustrap close, holding onto his broad back, tilting her pelvis towards him, feeling the sharp pain of his spines scraping down her walls, one that set that familiar heat building inside her.
He moved with great care, keeping his weight on his forearms, conscious of not wanting to harm the previous cargo she was carrying. It made her extra sensitive and his breath quickened. He could feel her squeezing him already, her cunt pulsing in a way that sent him over the edge and his movements hastened, his hips butting lightly against hers as he chased his own pleasure, pushing the limits on what could be counted as gentle, but still careful not to let his urges get the better of him.
They shared short, ragged breaths, panting from the sudden warmth surrounding them. "Munku," she whimpered, her legs tightening around his hips, squeezing them together, making Munkustrap's movements more rigid and lengthy, prolonging their connection.
His hand supporting Jazzie's back slipped lower, groping her behind, the firm flesh yielding beautifully, her fur silky in his palm as he praised, "Tu es si belle Jazzie, tu es si parfaite." Through gritted teeth, Munkustrap continued, his whiskers tickling the corners of Jazzie's lips, "You're everything Jazzie."
At his words, Jazzie moaned and whimpered, her eyes screwing shut from the ecstasy of it, his praises only bringing her nearer to her climax, "I love you," her voice breathy and hoarse, "Munkus… Oh putain…!"
Jazzie buried her face in Munkustrap's neck as her lower abdomen clenched, her orgasm coming in a series of powerful waves like she'd never felt before. Hanging onto him, she cried out as he rode her through it, his breaths coming in short ragged gasps until finally she felt the familiar warm wetness, his groan faltering next to her ear as his whole body shuddered to a contented, relaxed halt. Her fingers curled around the long tufts of his fur as the throbbing in her core subsided, surrounded by his great bulk, his massive shoulders, not wanting this moment to end.
He murmured softly in her ear. "You ok, babe? Didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No." She kissed his face, her voice husky. "That was amazing."
"So were you, angel. Scared me for a moment there... when you screamed like that."
"Was I screaming?"
"Be surprised if the entire infirmary didn't hear you." She caught a vague smirk on the side of his lips, deepening the dimple in his cheek. But then he brought his face close to hers, his expression turning back to serious. "You sure you're ok? Kits all fine?"
She smiled. "A little twinge, nothing more. Probably wondering what we're up to." She kissed his beautiful face again, loving to see him so concerned for her. "I love you."
"I love you too." Lifting up a little, he planted a kiss on her abdomen. "All of you."