Isabelle went down the stairs to the basement/den and saw Ratigan sitting on the couch. She then gulped nervously to herself.
They were completely alone in the house and they decided to try some intimacy. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, it was the idea that she wouldn't do such a good job or he won't find her desirable.
"Isabelle."
She looked up and Ratigan smiling gently at her.
"Darling, come here." He said, motioning to her. She slowly went to him and sat next to him. He took her hands in his and smiled at her.
"Darling, I'm only going to be touching you today." He said, "If you want me to stop, tell me."
She nodded and then looked up at him.
"I just have one thing to ask you."
"Name it."
"When you…touch me, I want it to be your hands, not with your gloves on."
He stared at her for a moment and then nodded.
"Very well." He said as he removed his gloves, showing his paws.
"Alrighty then." Isabelle said cheerfully, as she climbed into his lap and started to kiss him. He smiled as he kissed her gently as his hands went from her waist to her rear. He gave an experimental squeeze, making her groan. His hand then went under her short slowly, grazing her skin with his claws, making her shudder and moan. He then suddenly turned her around, her back against his chest and cupped her breasts through her shirt, kneading them.
Isabelle mewled under his touch, making Ratigan groan as he kissed her passionately. He was already hard, getting aroused just from the sounds she was making. His hand went down to the front of her pants and, with a nod from Isabelle, went inside her pants.
He first rubbed her through her underwear, feeling how wet she was through the material. He then moved it to the side and slid a finger inside of her.
Isabelle suddenly stiffened and then melted in his arms; mewling under his touch as she gripped his arms, while Ratigan groaned as he sucked and kissed her neck. He was careful with his claws as he moved his finger and then added another.
Isabelle was shaking in his arms and her hips shot up when he found her clitoris. He rubbed it harder as she panted in his lap as he breathed his hot breath in her ear. Isabelle then suddenly gasped and jolted in Ratigan's lap as she came gushing into his hand. She leaned against his chest, panting as he withdrew his fingers. Isabelle's flushed face looked at him as he licked his fingers, making her blush harder from his actions.
"How was that, love?" he said in a husky tone, seeing her drowsily nod.
"That…that…that was so good…so good." She whispered, "Um, I want to do the same…for you."
"That's not necessary, dear."
"But I want to…" she said as she turned around in his lap, then noticing he wasn't hard. He was soft and there was a wet patch on his pants. She looked down and then looked back at his embarrassed face.
"Don't say a word."
"You came in your pants."
"Not a word."
"I made you come in your pants."
"Isabelle."
"You came like a teenager." She grinned as Ratigan pressed her face and pushed her to the floor. She fell in a heap, laughing loudly, while Ratigan just rubbed his temples.
AN: The rating has gone up people! Read at your own risk!
So, Ratigan has just touched Isabelle and she fell under his spell. Yes, she made him come in his pants and he's embarrassed by it. Poor Ratigan! Isabelle, you shouldn't make fun of your lover after he brought you maximum pleasure!
Enjoy and comments are loved! I don't own GMD, just Isabelle!