"And what if I don't let you touch?"
Marinette's eyes widened at the implications, fixing on the white leather belt in his hands before noting the challenging look in his demonic eyes.
Those magenta eyes that were smoldering with the embers of hot coals.
Marientte swallowed and her throat was parched, which was a stark contrast to how wet his words made her.
Chat Blanc kicked off his boots with ease, and she briefly noticed the claws and that his toes were elongated. But then he was climbing on the bed with a predatory grin, fangs bared, and her mind failed to focus on anything except what he might do to her.
What she desperately wanted him to do to her.
As Chat Blanc crawled over her, Marinette moved with him, unconsciously falling back along the bed.
He paused over her, tilting his head to the side and looking her up and down with consideration.
"Well?" She prompted, tracing the line of his throat with her eyes. "What are you waiting for?"
Chat moved his weight to one arm, and took her hand. His claws teased the inside of her wrist as he drew it over her head. "I must have your permission."
Marinette couldn't stifle her chuckle. "You're so bad at this."
The belt suddenly cinched around her wrist and she gasped.
"I don't make a habit of tying women up," Chat rumbled, sitting back on his toes to snatch up her other arm.
"I was referring to you being an akuma, but that's good to know too. Does this make me your first?"
She watched Chat Blanc's ears fold back, eyes contracting and his mouth fell into a thin line. She could just make out the tips of his fangs barely poking out.
"That's enough out of you." Something warm and fluffy was stuffed in her mouth, and it took Marinette a moment to realize it was his tail.
"Mrrff!"
"Sorry I couldn't hear you." Chat teased, turning his attention back to her wrists. "You'll have to speak up, Purrincess."
Marinette tightened her jaw around his tail.
"If you bite me, I will most certainly bite you back," he warned, sounding insouciant to her threat. He was about to tighten his belt around her other wrist when he stopped short and slipped his tail out of her mouth. "Consent, now."
"I thought you wanted me to shut up?" she sneered.
An impatient growl spilled from his chest, and Chat gave a bark of exasperated amusement. "Do you want me to stop? Because this ends here and now unless you give me consent."
Marinette heaved a sigh through her nose, but a grin still curled the edges of her lips. "You have my explicit permission to continue this, Chat Blanc."
His irises grew dark as pupils blew wide again under half lidded eyes, and his wolfish grin returned.
Nervousness flickered in Marinette's expression and she added, "but please don't hurt me."
Chat's ears curled forward. His mouth drew into a serious line as a softness overtook his expression. "I promise I won't."
Seconds later his tail flicked under her nose, the fur tickling, before it forced its way into her mouth again.
"Mmm!" She gasped when Chat cinched her other wrist in place, securing the belt and testing the hold.
"Too tight?"
Marinette shook her head.
"Hmmm~" Chat Blanc purred and sat back on his toes again to admire his handiwork.
He was crouched over her stomach, and Marinette could feel his velvet covered balls resting against her navel.
"Where were we?" He pondered aloud. "I seem to have forgotten why I wanted to restrain you in the first place."
Bullshit, but if he needed a reminder...
Marinette attempted to squirm beneath him, hands trying the leather bindings, and body arching to rub against him. The leather belt held, keeping her wrists bound firmly together above her head.
"Haaah, that's right." Chat dropped to his knees so that he was straddling her midsection. His hand took hold of his semi-hard dick and he began stroking it back to attention. "We were going to make you watch."
Marinette could feel his tail twitching in her mouth, seeming to respond to the way he touched himself.
Eventually his other hand joined in and began to fondle his sack. She watched his nimble fingers sensually massage the fine fur there, while his other hand continued to pump his now very hard erection.
Oh God. He was really giving her a show, and she suffered front row seats caught between frustrated and extremely aroused.
"It's so soft," he purred, and his thumb slid over the tip of his dick, smearing precum.
She had a feeling he was referring to his balls, rather than the skin on the head of his cock, but either way this was torture so she squirmed in the restraints again. Her heals kicked against the bed desperate to find some friction, but ultimately useless when Chat Blanc wasn't even jostled.
"What's the matter?" Chat brought his clawed thumb to his lips, making certain Marinette was watching him as he licked it clean. "Are you feeling neglected, Ma Souris?"
"Mmmmf!" She flexed her jaw around his tail and was rewarded with his sharp inhale when her teeth dug in.
Chat Blanc removed his hands from himself, only for his cock to continue twitching. His eyes flashed a warning when he caught her stare, but high on defiance she only bit down harder.
Chat's cat-like yowl ripped through the decrepit apartment and quite possibly the rest of the vacant building.
He ripped his tail from her mouth and was upon her in seconds, claws smashing into the bed on either side of her head. With fangs bared, his tail lashed aggressively behind him and breaths spilled out in ragged pants.
"Oops," Marinette said coyly, not an ounce of remorse in her tone.
Chat took one last sharp breath through his nose before snorting. A second later he dropped down and sank his fangs into the tender part of her shoulder.
"Cha-aaaat!" Marinette wasn't aware that a bite from him could feel like this. But even while pain shocked her system, pleasure chased down her nerves and left her aching.
When he released her, her body suddenly relaxed and hit the bed.
It was her turn to breath raggedly, attempting to catch her breath after the surge of pain induced pleasure had receded. She hadn't even realized she'd arched into him in the moment.
A rough tongue swiped her abused flesh, working to soothe the wound. As he worked, his chest began rumbling with a gentle purr that somehow felt more comforting than any of his other purrs.
Chat appeared to sober up from his feral outburst and his voice was rough when he whispered, "I-I'm sorry."
Marinette could only blink up at the ceiling. Why was he apologizing for that? It was hot as hell.
"Did I... did I hurt you?" He pulled back to study her.
Oh. She couldn't help the swell of endearment she felt at his concern. "I uh... yes? But also I-I liked it."
Chat's ears pricked forward, pupils blowing wide again. The rumbling in his chest that had faltered into silence with his concern, started up again with a stutter. With the bitterness of remorse and worry washed away, his tongue swiped over his lips, and curled over fangs, seeming to savor another taste in his mouth.
He released a drunken hum among his purring, "you taste like... luck."
It was like someone injected her veins with ice water, because Marinette felt cold. He bit me, he bit me, he bit me. Oh no. Ohno-ohno-ohno. It was the one thing Tikki had told her time and time again not to let him do.
Chat bent down again to drag his rough tongue over the bite, lapping the bit of blood from where the tips of his canines had pierced her skin.
The way his tongue worked the wound, and his pleased purring caused a shudder to ripple down her body.
This wasn't so bad.
This was good actually.
Chat Blanc began sucking, and it felt like warmth was being drawn from her toes, up her body and towards the bite in her shoulder.
Really, really good.
Tikki suddenly chomped down on the edge of her ear.
"Ah!" The instinct to slap at the Kwami caused her to pull at the belt still holding her wrists. Marinette squirmed away from Tikki's surprisingly sharp teeth, and ended up rubbing against Chat Blanc who was still straddling her stomach.
Her small cry of discomfort was enough to sober Chat. He pulled away and blinked several times until his pupils narrowed back into clarity. The drunken lust that had curled his smile before drew into a frown.
Chat leaned over her—his exposed abs coming so dangerously close to her nose that she could have licked them—and his claws began loosening the belt.
Don't look down, don't look down. Marinette sucked in a hard breath. Mon dieu. Not like she hadn't already gotten an eyeful of his cash and prizes, but nothing quite matched a view like this.
She felt the pressure on her wrists give way, and Chat sat back again, with his belt in hand.
Marinette unconsciously massaged her skin, the remnants of her modesty causing her to fold her hands over her exposed breasts. She had half a mind to tell him that her cry of pain hadn't been caused by the restraints, but then she'd have to piece together another explanation for what it had been for, and the proximity of all Chat's assets had long since robbed her of any higher thought.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah." Worry began festering in her stomach. Was he going to back off because he was concerned he'd hurt her? Had Tikki just cock blocked things?
Come to think of it she hadn't actually discussed with the Kwami whether sleeping with an akuma was acceptable or not. She didn't even plan for things to go this way, or this far, stuff just sorta happened. Not that she was complaining; the sexual tension between them had gotten so thick that it was starting to affect her dreams—night dreams, day dreams, wet dreams.
"Good," Chat purred, drawing her attention back to him. "I'd like to try something different now."
He slipped off of her with all the boneless grace of a feline. His claws scraped the floor, and whether his following stretch was simply to loosen his muscles or for her benefit, she still appreciated the gesture. Maybe even a bit too much.
He had a fantastic backside, made even nicer with everything allowed to hang free.
"Now where is that bell?"
It was an effort but Marinette managed to rip her eyes from Chat Blanc to hiss at the Kwami still hiding in her hair.
"Tikki, do you want me to stop?"
The Kwami's response came right next to her ear; a tinkling giggle like the sound of bells, immediately silenced when she clapped her paws over her mouth. When she spoke it was barely a whisper and only loud enough for her to hear. "I don't care who you choose to love Marinette. I think it's beautiful. But you shouldn't let him bite you again."
"No biting, gotcha," Marinette confirmed, speaking the words with barely a breath, and trusting her kwami's superior hearing. "But I need a favor. I don't have any protection."
00
Tikki grew wide eyed, her tiny paws curling over her chosen's ear.
Right, protection. Humans needed contraceptives and things so they didn't create babies.
As the Kwami of creation she loved babies. She loved when life was created. But she also understood there was a time a place for babies, and Marinette was trying to be responsible. It was enough to make the Kwami swell with pride.
"How am I supposed to help?"
"I dunno, a lucky charm or something?"
Tikki chanced a peek at Chat Blanc, who was busy rifling through discarded clothing in search of his bell.
"I'll be back in a minute." She pressed a kiss to Marinette's temple. "Try to drag out your fun until I return." Tikki had to suppress a laugh at the way her chosen flushed an embarrassed crimson.
Quick as lightning she zipped out of Marinette's hair, dropped over the edge of the bed, and flickered along the wall until she phased through the door to the bathroom.
Tikki heaved a sigh of relief when darkness greeted her, and it was only her own glow that illuminated the enclosed space. The bathroom was just as dismal and in need of repair as the rest of the condemned building. Paint was peeling off the walls, the mirror was broken, the tile pulled up or cracked, and even the old bathtub suffered a series of gouges reminiscent of claw marks.
Being a creature of magic, she had no reason to breath, but even still Tikki found herself employing mortal focusing techniques to control the amount of energy she would draw on.
"You can do this," she told herself. Anther inhale, "Keep it small." Another slow exhale, "Keep it controlled."
One last slow breath.
"Lucky charm."
Tikki could feel the power well up from inside her, swirling like a vortex up through her chest and out the glowing spot on her forehead. It surged into the ceiling of the bathroom where the sparkling energy crackled in arcs.
A stray arc jumped from the ceiling onto the broken mirror, and Tikki cringed when the shards of glass pulled themselves together, returning to a pristine unbroken state. Arc by arc magic crawled through the room restoring damaged bits back to their former glory. Years of dirt, decay, and damage reversed in a matter of seconds.
"This isn't good."
Eventually the sparkling pink magic fizzled itself out, plunging the bathroom into darkness again, and for a second Tikki wondered if the magic had failed to conjure a Lucky Charm.
Then suddenly sparks of light erupted across the ceiling like thousands of blazing starbursts. The pop of each starburst produced a red and black spotted foil square.
Tikki watched in horror as condoms rained from the ceiling in biblical proportions.
At some point during the creation of the red (and black) sea in the bathroom, the Kwami had clapped her paws over her eyes. It wasn't until the soft pattering of foil had ceased that she even dared gaze upon the horror her powers had conjured.
Condoms.
Condoms covering every surface.
Overflowing from the sink, blanketing the floor, and flooding the bathtub.
Marinette was going to kill her.
If Chat Blanc entered the bathroom there was not going to be a plausible explanation for the obscene amount of protection. Which meant there was only one solution.
Tikki began shoveling armfuls of condoms into the cupboard below the sink. Filling the cupboard to the brim, she moved onto the medicine cabinet above the sink, cramming as many that would fit. Then stuffed the remainder inside the air vents.
The condoms were made of magic; If her memory served they would disappear in twenty-four hours. Maybe thirty-six. Or it might have been forty-eight. She really wasn't good with the small measurements of time.
Clutching a couple foil packets to her chest, Tikki heaved a relieved sigh and squeezed under the bathroom door.
00
Back in the main room Marinette had managed to coax Chat into a position where his back was to the bathroom.
Things had simmered down to something more sensual and his claws were now buried in her hair as he kissed her. Her own hands were dragging over his chest and her thumbs drew slow circles over his hard nipples. A sensitive area she had learned.
"So what did you have in mind that you needed that bell?" she murmured against his mouth.
Something red in her peripheral zipped from under the bathroom door and across the floor to the pants that she'd taken off while Chat had been preoccupied with his bell.
Tikki paused to stuff some foil squares into the pant's pocket before shooting Marinette the equivalent to a thumbs up. Then she phased through the floor, granting them some privacy.
Chat broke their kiss, his hot breath fanning her cheek. He pulled his claws from her hair, but continued placing kisses over the line of her jaw. She heard the jingle of his bell when his lips pressed against a sensitive spot just below her ear. His fangs teased her skin, and Marinette cursed the delighted shiver that coursed her body.
The memories of his bite still fresh, and she ached to feel it again, despite her mind screaming against it.
He pushed his belt into her hands, bell jingling and clearly attached.
"I want to be your..." he hesitated, seeming to roll the word around in his mouth, "...Chaton."