Carlos had no idea how he understood the dark cat-girl, but somehow he did. When she led him to James, and gave that devilish smirk, he knew what he meant. It had become blatantly obvious that Laura had a not-so-small obsession with James. With how she always sat at his feet, slept in his room when he wasn't home, and followed him around said anything.
"Jaaaaammmesss," Carlos whined, walking over to the tall man and plopping down in his lap, ignoring that he was reading. Only he was cute enough to pull that off.
"What, Carlitos?" He sighed, only acting annoyed as he wrapped his long arms around the Latino, nuzzling his neck.
"Could you help give Laura a bath? She won't get in the tub…"
This time he sighed in real annoyance, "Carlos, remember a week ago when you said you'd do everything with the cats? Kendall, Logan, and I wouldn't have to do a thing?"
"Hey, Logan is volunteering!"
"But I'm not. They creep me out…" in all honesty, they didn't creep James out. He liked his family's kitties way too much. "It's weird enough that the blonde one follows me everywhere."
"C'mon, please, I promise I won't ask you to help again…" Of course Carlos had to do the puppy eyes.
James caved quickly, "Fine, but after this, don't ask." Carlos pouted, but had a sparkle in his eyes. James was a little afraid.
"Okay, Laura's in the laundry room, I'll get her!" James went to the bathroom to wait for Carlos to bring the blonde cat-girl.
James was a little worried. While the kitty-girls were weird, he really liked them. They were cute, adorable, and so naive. He wanted to do so many things to those girls, show 'em how dirty they could get. What the mild boys of BTR could do to innocent little girls, such as these.
"C'mon, Laurie, Jamie's gonna help you…" Just as he thought, Laura peeked into the bathroom and as soon as she saw James, she bounded over to him. Nuzzling his thigh and rubbing her naked body along his. They never could keep clothes on the girls.
"James, mind if you get in the tub with her? She won't go in by herself."
"WHAT? You didn't tell me I had to do that."
"It's the only way she will…" Carlos and Laura both pulled the same cute, big eyed expression and James melted.
"Fine. It'll be cramped if we're both in here, so for today I'll clean her. You…go keep Katy out of places she shouldn't be."
"Will do!" Carlos said as he sped away, turning and winking at the last moment. Bitch.
"Well…Laura…let's…yanno, get this over with." He stripped himself of his shirt and let out the cold bathwater, refilling the tub with new and dousing the bottom with bubble solution.
Laura sat diligently next to the tub, waiting and smiling goofily at James.
James unbuckled his belt, today's loose pants falling to the ground. He shoved down his boxers and tested the water, finally just right and the tub full enough.
"Let's do this, Laurie." The cat sighed, while she was used to her new surroundings, she half expected some of her old life to come back. Her slave existence that her previous owners' had her in was tough and abusive. These new boys were sweet and caring, but that's what was expected of her, and she'd comply.
His face was one of confusion, "What's with the sad face, kitty?" Laura merely shook her head and reached for what she assumed was either shampoo or body wash, waiting for him to enter the tub.
"Um, what are you doing?" He looked bewildered, it was making Laura antsy. "Put those down, sweetie. Yer comin' in with me." Her eyes widened. Water was not happening.
He reached down to pick her up and she flailed, tried to escape his grip. But the guy was huge. Escape was futile.
James had his arms around the cat-girl securely, she wasn't scratching, but she kicked and thrashed. "Shhh, baby, relax, nothing bad is gonna happen. I'm here," he cooed, voice low and mesmerizing. James lowered himself and the cat into the tub, water hot and bubbles thick while the girl tensed up like a statue.
"Is…is there a reason you don't like water?" He asked, once they were fully seated, she betwixt his powerful legs. "Besides the whole cats not liking water thing, that is?"
Laura turned to look at him, eyes pained, hurt and fear shining within them. "I see, well, when you learn to talk…will you tell me?" She only shrugged.
He left it at that, he didn't want to upset the kitten more than he already did.
James was still getting used to the cat-girl thing. The ears, the tail, nails, teeth. Laura was a lot less scruffy than the dark cat. Laura's nails weren't broken and jagged; fur was smoother, fangs smaller. Overall, she looked tame. Her cat-ears were also slightly larger than the other's, but maybe they only appeared larger because of the bright white coloring.
What really turned James on was her hair, (Well, one of the many things.) Her light blonde hair reached her waist, full and straight. He could imagine the silken tresses ghosting upon his chest as she rode him… She was so delicate; he doubted she could take all of him, though.
At these thoughts, his cock hardened instantaneously. He didn't even have time to will it to stop.
Not to mention, in the time that he was stuck in his thoughts, she had gotten used to the water, and was now starting to wiggle and play. James tried to scoot her away, but her fear of water drew her closer and closer to him.
"Eeep!" she jumped when some hit her face, and landed in his lap, erection straining between her cheeks.
The soft satiny fur of her tail didn't help either, as it twitched back and forth slightly.
James moaned before he could contain it, thrusting up into the friction her ass provided. His large hands found purchase on her small waist, he strained not to move her, or move himself. James' muscled thighs shook, abs trembled at the effort.
He was thankful when the little blonde rose off of him. But flinched as she turned around to face him, settling atop of his hard thighs. Laura gazed at his engorged flesh in wonderment, pushing away bubbles so she could see as he throbbed and pulsated. James had never been this close to losing control; he always prided himself on the ability to keep it in check. But now… this she-cat did things to him.
"Laura if you don't…go…I'll—" he was cut off by a slim finger pressed to his lips. He looked up to her face, her lips were full and red as if she chewed the bottom one, cheeks were flushed and eyes were glazed over.
"Laurie…this is wrong, yer a cat—"
"O-on-only w-w-one percentz."
This time, he pulled a Laura, his eyes were so wide in shock. She had spoken. The voice was small, cracking under the use of her unused vocal chords.
"Talk again." She must have realized her action, because her lips thinned as she bit them shut, looking almost afraid to say another word.
"Laur-ahhh…" he felt such softness around his cock, trailing up and down the shaft and around. His fingers dug into the sides of the tub, in pleasure and also shock. Her tail was around him. Stroking him, petting him. "You—you have to stop…" Laura gave him a small smile, moving her whole body forward on him, pressing her hairless crotch against his throbbing length.
"Laura," he moaned, "you really need ta stop…"
"Y?" The little syllable came out as a whisper in his ear, making him shudder. Her long tresses were glued to her chest by the water, outlining her breasts like skintight spandex.
Laura made a little click sound, motioning 'up' with her head. James' brain was fizzled out; he could only comply at the moment. The things this girl did to him.
When he stood, his cock also stood out proudly, right in the blonde's face. Nine remarkable inches of thick flesh arched out from his body, Laura fought her dog-like response of drooling.
She tapped the lip of the tub, signaling for him to sit, luckily he complied. Unlike the others, Laura wanted to please this man. No, needed to.
Laura pushed his knees widely apart, viewing all of him. The veins of his shaft pulsated, balls contracting sporadically, cock twitching maddeningly. She slid her hands up his thighs, taking time to admire the hard muscles, when she finally reached his erection. Fisting two hands around his length, she gave an exploratory pump, seeing his reaction. James bucked up, letting out a long moan, almost losing his perch on the tub's lip.
"Fuck, Laurie…this is so wrong…" She'll show him wrong.
Instead of going straight for the kill, she teased, nuzzling and kissing, barely there touches. "DAMMIT Laura, please!" She finally engulfed the monster, being careful of her slight fangs as she sucked, laving her tongue along the underside and head.
James' fingers tangled in her hair, not wanting to force her to take more, but silently begging for it. She complied easily, the little slut-cat.
James was trembling, and he couldn't help himself any longer. He thrust up into her wet cavern, and she took him deeper, almost reaching her throat.
He fucked her mouth furiously, hips going crazy. No, he wasn't going to cum like this. He needed more. James needed to fuck her. Now.
James pulled the kitty-girl off; Laura gasped for air and from the suddenness of his actions. He dropped back into the tub, taking her with him, in the same position they were minutes beforehand.
"Laura," he growled out, "I told you to stop," she whimpered as he gave her light hair a tug, "and you didn't." He kissed and bit along her neck, leaving dark marks in her tanned skin. She was his. Let the world see, he didn't care.
James held her still, one hand on her back, as the other pinched and twisted at her nipple, hard and quick little flicks. "Like that, kitty? Bet ya do. Yer such a beautiful little slut-cat, practically begging for it already. Truth be told, its gonna be so hard and fast yer head will spin and never wanna sit straight again." He pulled Laura forward, pussy rubbing along his dick, "Once you've had mine, you'll never want another. Except for my boys, oh you'll definitely want my boys'. Wait til yer between me and Logan, fuck." He couldn't take anymore of his dirty talk, not while Laura mewled and whined, completely in submission to him. Laura acted like this was her first time being fucked.
His hands trailed down her abdomen, left hand grabbing her hip, the other going lower. James' thumb pressed against her clit sporadically, randomly, in a jagged rhythm that drove her insane. She howled like the cat she was.
"Ja-j-Jaaamesssss…" She hissed, and that did him in.
James lifted Laura up, grabbing the base of his cock and aligning it to her slick opening, he wanted to just thrust, but not many people were used to his gargantuan length and thickness. He had to go slow.
Just as he started lowering her down, there was extreme resistance. Unnatural amount of resistance, for someone who should know how to do this.
"L-Laura?" he cursed himself for stammering, "Have you—have you done this?" He punctuated the word with a push upwards, she screeched as he felt the resistance give way. Oh my fucking shit.
"Yer a fucking virgin?" She was hissing, nails digging into his shoulders painfully (cat nails, ow). Tears ran down her face, eyes red from crying already. James felt like an ass to say the least.
As he went to maneuver her off, he squeezed her nails deeper, "OW!" he gave a 'wtf' face.
She only shook her head.
"You…still want this?"
She nodded. Fuck. His cock grew harder, if that was possible.
"Dammit, Laurie, yer gonna kill me." She only answered by dropping herself onto him fully.
James, honest to god, felt like screaming himself. She was as tight as Kendall and Carlos combined because of her innocence, and he felt like he was going to die and go to heaven right there.
But, James found the strength to prevent his orgasm, as it was right there. Laura smirked, the catty bitch, and started riding him, just as his fantasies foretold.
Laura rolled her hips and bounced in an erratic rhythm, meowing and mewling at the intense pleasure coursing through her being. She was stretched tight and felt as if she'd never go back, she felt James molding her for himself.
Her face was beautiful like this, contorted in extreme pleasure, lips drawn back in a hiss and eyes shut tight. James wanted to kiss her, so he did.
His fingers, yet again, tangled in her tresses as he pulled her to him, lips colliding violently as he easily took control. Her tongue was velvet and reminiscent of a cat's, but she tasted of…he didn't even know. Let's just chalk it up to godly things. The same section where his boys' tastes were located in.
James pistoned into her violently, he could feel when he hit her cervix, probably bruising it as she screeched again. "Jaaaammesss!" God, he loved her voice.
A few more thrusts and he was there. His thumb found her clit again, teasing and tweaking, as her orgasm ripped through her, tightening around his cock and milking him of everything. Their lips met again and it seemed to add another puzzle piece to his life, if that made any sense. He filled her to the brim, cum trickling out of her opening as they came down from, what felt to be, heaven.
Laura lay upon his chest, breathing irregular and muscles still contracting. James didn't want to leave yet, he stayed inside her (Hard, still. How, he didn't know.) until they had to move due to the water's decreasing temperature.
She purred softly on his chest as he picked her up and dried her, paying extra attention to her sore areas. James finally carried her, wedding style, to his bedroom. Where he knew she loved to sleep, purring all the way. This time, he didn't mind sharing a bed with his kitty. Hell, he even felt like purring with her.