Chapter 2:
Marinette released a deep sigh, scratching away at a sundress design in her sketchpad. Alya let out a huff from the seat beside her. Rubbing at the sketch with an eraser, Marinette sat it to the side, choosing to focus directly on Alya instead.
"Girl, if you sigh one more time!" Marinette looked back at her friend sheepishly. "I get that you're stressed about Chat, but there's nothing more we can do at the moment. He'll let us know once he has more information. No need to drive yourself crazy fretting over it!"
With a central location in the université, the study hall had quickly become the group's common hangout spot between classes. The two women had perched themselves in their usual seats amongst the many rows of padded benches.
Students milled about as study groups came and went from the hall. Large, arched windows provided plenty of sunlight to cascade across the work desks. The weather was absolutely perfect outside with the exception of a chill lingering in the air. Normally, the heat from the sun and the cozy atmosphere would have lulled Marinette to sleep by now, but today she was too wired to even consider it.
"It doesn't help that Adrien called in sick today too." Marinette rubbed at the bags under her eyes. She had barely closed them last night, her mind running a mile a minute thinking about Chat Noir.
Marinette had tossed and turned, trying to get some semblance of rest. However, she could not sleep even if she wanted to. What would she do if something terrible happened once they had parted ways? What if he never made it to the hospital? What if the akuma returned for him in the middle of the night?
"Stop it, Mari. I can see the smoke shooting out of your ears from here." She shut her laptop and turned her full attention to the bluenette.
"I know he said that he's doing fine, but I can't help but worry that it's a delayed reaction. What if her powers didn't have an immediate effect on him?" At that, Alya crossed her arms and paused in thought.
"True, but I imagine Plagg would get in touch with us somehow if something bad were to really happen. Did Tikki mention anything to you?"
"Other than trying to calm me down, she says that she hasn't sensed anything off about the situation."
"Hmm… I wouldn't think anything more of it then. The only thing we can do now is wait." Alya placed her laptop in her crossbody bag then dug her phone out of her pocket. The screen displayed a grinning picture of Nino and Alya from Adrien's previous birthday party. It was really sweet, their relationship.
Marinette had always dreamed of a loving boyfriend of her own. She had hoped more than anything that Adrien would turn out to be that someone, but after such a long time as friends maybe it was never meant to be.
"Don't you have class in five minutes?" Alya's question abruptly brought her out of her reverie.
"Huh?"
"It's 11:25. You have your Textiles course on Fridays; right?" Marinette checked her phone and saw that it was indeed time for her to go.
"You're right! Thanks so much, Alya." She quickly threw her drawing pad into her backpack, rushing to leave. "I've been so out of it today. I'll see you later?"
"More like tomorrow. I have a hot date tonight with Nino. See you, Mari!" Marinette almost bolted out the study hall door, but not before giving Alya a quick hug.
"Alright, have fun then!" As she made her way through the crowd, Alya waved at her retreating back.
It was not uncommon for Marinette to be found running between classes. She could never quite shake her lifelong habit of being late for everything. Funny that her superhero persona was known for being a planned strategist when in reality Marinette almost always struggled to get from point A to point B.
Screeching to a halt, Marinette just barely avoided a collision with Alexis, the teacher's assistant for the Textile course she was about to be late for.
"Whoa! Careful there, Dupain-Cheng. I know you're in a hurry, but make sure to watch where you're going." Thank goodness the graduate student was such an easy-going guy. She had been disciplined several times already for the same issue. "Sorry, but I was just about to put up the memo that today's class is canceled."
"Canceled? Any specific reason why?" She finally stopped to catch her breath after hearing the news.
"Mlle. Brodeur has apparently caught a virus. Until a temporary replacement can be found, we're advising students to review the material discussed so far in the term." He thumbed through the files in his hand. Once locating a green sheet of paper, he handed it to Marinette. "Here's a copy of the syllabus just in case you happened to misplace yours." She gratefully took the offered document, knowing that her original copy was probably shoved in a drawer somewhere at her work desk.
"Thank you. Alexis! I really hope she gets better soon. My friend just called in sick as well. It must be something going around."
"It's no problem, Marinette. Stay safe." He nodded to her as he vanished into the throng of wandering students. Marinette glanced at the sheet of paper then lowered her hand back to her side. Textiles was her last class for the week, so she was now free to do whatever she so wished for the evening.
A nap sounded incredible at the moment, but her stomach protested. She would need to grab lunch on her way home. Maybe she would pop in for a quick visit with her Papa and Maman and grab something from the bakery while she was at it. That sounded like a plan.
Marinette smiled, thinking to herself how she lucked out for once. This evening would be dedicated to catching up on projects and some well deserved self-pampering. With her mind set, the young woman pushed forward without a second thought.
-xXx-
"Why won't it go down?" Adrien was panicking. He had never made it to a hospital. He had barely slept, and his bedroom was in disarray. What had once been white bed sheets were now soaked in his semen. His pillows were torn and his blankets crumbled and discarded in the far corner of the room.
After the eighth time of trying to handle his business, he had lost count. No matter how many times he jacked off, he felt hornier than ever. Adrien imagined that at some point his body would give out, but it persisted throughout the night and into the next day. He had tried eating and drinking water from the mini fridge he kept next to his television, but nothing would satiate his hunger. His stomach felt full but he was somehow still starving in the same breath. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced.
The man felt lost on what to do next. He could not keep doing this over and over. He would run out of backup gaming snacks eventually. Adrien had even tried cleaning himself in the shower a couple of times, but he ended up getting turned on every time water hit his dick directly. What was washed a minute ago quickly became soaked in his jizz not long after.
He had called out to Plagg in desperation, but had received no reply. There was no telling where the lazy bum had wandered off to. Adrien began to cry in his feverish horny state, feeling that he had reached the lowest of the low. If anyone came across him in this condition, he would die of embarrassment. That is, if he didn't die of hunger first.
"Plagg, please!" Expecting to be met with silence once more, he laid on his back and covered his eyes. He sobbed into the crook of his arm until he noticed a black blur phase through the door.
"Are you alive, kid? You've been cooped up here all day. It's almost night time. Good thing I had my stash of cheese to-" At the sight of what lay before him, Plagg quickly grew speechless, a near impossible feat. "Oh, kid…"
"I don't know what's going on. I feel like I'm being consumed with lust. Every time I try to handle it, it gets worse! Plagg, do you have any idea what's happening to me?" He looked at Plagg, praying that he would be able to provide an answer.
"I have an inkling, but you're not going to like it." After Adrien's silence, the kwami continued. "There have been a few times throughout history that a miraculous gets exposed to foreign magic…"
"Foreign magic?"
"In your case, from an akuma. A miraculous will automatically attempt to fight off whatever power is trying to overtake it. Being that the miraculous of creation and destruction are most powerful, we usually have no issue with removing the parasitic magic. However, there have been cases where it takes more time to get rid of and the holder takes the brunt of the ordeal. I think that's what's happening with you."
"For how long will this be going on?" He looked down at his body. "I don't know how much more of this I can take, Plagg." It pained Plagg to see Adrien so weak in that moment. However, a fire soon alighted in his green slitted eyes.
"If I'm being honest, I'm not entirely sure, kid. We need to talk to Tikki. She may not be able to get rid of it, but she should be able to alleviate the pain and symptoms. Just think of it like fighting off a sickness."
"What about Ladybug's identity?"
"Adrien, I'm sorry to say this, but that doesn't matter at the moment!" He zipped over to float in front of his face. "What's most important is your life. Surely, M-Ladybug can understand that…!"
"Are you saying that I could die?"
"If not treated properly, it may be a possibility. You've barely been able to function in this state; right? If this goes on for too long, it's un-telling what will happen to your body." With that said, Adrien nodded at him in understanding.
"Okay. We need to get to Ladybug."
"I'll go find Tikki." He began to fly away, but Adrien quickly snatched him by the tail.
"No, I'll go to her."
"Are you crazy? We have no idea what we're dealing with just yet!"
"I need to speak with Ladybug myself, explain the situation." He stubbornly stood up, walked through the apartment, and approached the balcony.
"You're naked, magically horny, and not thinking straight. I'll be right back. Let me fetch Tik-" Before he could say anything more, Plagg was sucked into the silver band of the cat miraculous.
"Plagg, transforme moi!" His standard black leather wrapped around his body like a glove, the belt of his suit dropping to form his tail. He looked down to see the massive outline of his junk peaking through the fabric. Oh well. Hopefully, it would not be too noticeable since he was in all black. With that thought, he leapt into the darkness.
This turned out to be a big mistake. Feeling the night breeze against his skin set his nerves on edge. The piercing siren of an ambulance blared in the distance. Ringing soon filled his ears at the overstimulation.
His journey was stopped short as he took a pause on a rooftop. He then realized that he had been rather rash in his decision to locate Ladybug. How would he even find her in the sprawling metropolis of Paris…? His communicator! Chat quickly pushed the button on his baton to contact her. No response. He sighed dejectedly, trying to figure out what the next course of action would be.
All at once, a whiff of something sweet met his nostrils. He couldn't place the scent, but it smelled absolutely delectable. Breathing deeply, he allowed the tempting aroma to flood into his lungs. Chat Noir licked his lips as his cock twitched in response. Come to think of it, he was still hungry. Maybe he could stop for a bite to eat.
Allowing the fragrance to guide him, he found himself being led to the Dupain-Cheng Boulangerie Patisserie. That made sense. Perhaps they were baking sweet treats for the upcoming sales day? After all, he had made it a habit to stop by periodically to check in on the bakers. When they would offer him the love and affection of a family he never knew, he gladly accepted their generosity. Thinking nothing of it, he hopped from building to building and eventually landed on the former balcony of his friend, Marinette.
He understood that she no longer lived with her parents since starting université. However, he still frequented her childhood bedroom every time he visited Tom and Sabine. In fact, they insisted that it was the best way in and out for a popular superhero such as himself.
Chat went to unlatch the window as per usual. However, what he did not anticipate was the lamp light turning on below. Someone was there. He did not hesitate before knocking at the window pane.
-xXx-
Marinette's evening had turned out a lot less productive than she had hoped. After stepping through the back door of the bakery, she was met with a big hug from her Papa and a peck on the cheek courtesy her Maman.
"Why are you two in such a good mood?" She dropped her school bag to the floor, grabbing a stool at the bakery's kitchen island. Noticing a bushel of green apples to her left, Marinette quickly snagged one and took a bite.
"Why wouldn't we be, sweetheart? We're leaving for Lyon in three hours." Her head jerked up upon hearing this.
"Lyon? Why so suddenly?" Sabine paused in her packing of a strawberry cake into a food safe container, raising a thin brow.
"I told you a week ago that we would be catering a reception at a hotel there this weekend. I thought that's why you stopped by. You agreed to stay at the bakery while we're away." Marinette smacked her forehead at the realization. She had totally forgotten that phone conversation. For the past several days, her mind had been swarming with nothing but final project ideas.
"I'm so sorry, Maman… It completely slipped my mind!" The small woman came up and patted her daughter on the shoulder.
"It's perfectly fine, Dear. I know that you've had a lot on your plate recently."
"I'll go back to my place, grab a few things, then come back." She began to stand from her seat but stopped as Tom placed a bowl of garbure in front of her.
"Surely, you can have lunch first, Pumpkin. I know how cold you get in the winter months. This should warm you right up." Her father's warm smile paired with the desire to fill her stomach convinced her enough to stay.
Marinette made quick work of the meal, eating more than her fill. While her parents finished packing the needed goods for the trip, she retrieved some bare necessities from her own apartment.
After saying their farewells that evening, Marinette retreated back into the stairwell of her childhood home and headed into the bakery. Making sure that the sign was flipped to "Closed" and to turn off all the remaining lights, she finally ascended to the living space above.
"Are you sure that you'll be okay down here, Tikki?" The kwami of creation looked at the caramel popcorn sitting beside her on the couch and then back at Marinette.
"I'll be good, Marinette. I know you don't like horror movies anyways, so you can relax upstairs. I might even binge-watch the trilogy since it's a Friday night."
"Okay, just make sure not to pillage through the pantry for extra sweets. I can only cover for you so much before Papa and Maman start getting suspicious."
"I promise that I'll be good. Get a good night's rest!" With that she buzzed over to the borrowed tablet and hit play on the screen. Marinette quickly made herself scarce when the sound of blood curdling screams hit her ears. Sweet, innocent Tikki enjoying slasher films always threw her off.
She decided the next course of action was to take a hot soak in her tub, making sure to use the lavender vanilla soap to help her settle in for the night. Once finished, she dried her hair and dressed in a tank top, shorts, and fuzzy socks. Maman would always chide her for complaining about the cold but never dressing appropriately for it. What else could she say? Marinette loved fashion. She would rather face the cold than opt out of wearing something cute. That's what scarves were made for. And in this case, blankets.
Flopping on her bed, Marinette turned on the bedside lamp and quickly cocooned herself in a mound of comforters. She snuggled into the fabric as her body heat started to warm her self made nest. Ahhh… This is just what she needed after a stressful week. Right as she was about to drift off into a blissful slumber, a soft knock came from above.
At first, she thought she misheard. However, once again the knock came, this time more loud and urgent. Marinette jumped out of the covers and slowly ventured to the window above. The first thing that crossed her sleep deprived mind was the thought of Covet returning for revenge. She dismissed the idea with a shake of her head. It could be just a stray cat for all she knew. However, she did grab a nearby pair of fabric shears just in case.
Opening the hatch, Chat Noir was the last person she imagined would be staring back at her. "What are you doing here, Chat?"
"Well, good evening to you too, Princess. Mind if I come in? This cat is freezing from the cold." He started to lean forward but paused with a smirk on his face. "You're not going to cut me for trespassing; are you?" She blinked a couple times before setting the shears off to the side and stepping back to give him room to climb down.
"Oh, sorry. Come on in." Taking her up on the offer, the man dropped down through the opening and landed on her bed in a crouch. "I didn't get much sleep last night, and I wasn't really expecting guests at the moment. So forgive me for being a bit slow."
"No worries, I'm in the same boat right now. I think I've caught a bit of a cold. I was actually on my way to let Ladybug know when I saw the lights on here." She closed the entryway and then turned to properly look at him. Her eyes trailed up his body, searching for any abnormalities. So far, so good. She noted how he had grabbed one of her pillows and rested it in his lap. Other than that, the only thing that stood out to her was the redness of his face.
"Oh gosh! You're running a fever aren't you?" She approached him, placing her hand to his forehead. His skin felt like molten lava, almost burning to the touch. "Let me get you a cold towel." In her worry, she missed how his eyes lingered on the swell of her breasts and followed her as she went to the bathroom door. "I'll be back in just a minute."
While she was gone, Chat made himself at home on her bed and tried horribly to get his raging hormones under control. He closed his eyes in frustration and laid back. This was a mistake, he should not have come here. He knew better than to approach anyone other than Ladybug in this state, but in his defense his mind was not really thinking straight anymore. Maybe all of the blood was rushing to his groin instead.
He jumped at the feel of a wet cloth wiping his face. His eyes shot open to be met with the sight of Marinette's cleavage in all its glory. Chat noticed that she was not wearing a bra, her perky nipples jutting beneath the fabric from exposure to the frigid air. He groaned at the visual and lightly humped the pillow on his lap. Marinette did not seem to notice as she went into hyper focus mode.
"What were you thinking going outside like this on a winter night?" She berated him for his foolishness as she took the towel away to rewet it. After wringing it out and setting it back on his forehead, she turned around to retrieve the comforters she had discarded on the floor upon his arrival.
At this angle, Chat Noir had the perfect view of Marinette's rear. Instead of getting up to grab the blankets, she had chosen to lay on her stomach and lazily reach for them at the end of the bed. That tempting aroma suddenly returned with a vengeance. Her shorts rode up her backside as she struggled to reach over the bed frame, revealing the bottoms of her supple ass cheeks. His cock instantly stood at attention as he instinctively cast the pillow aside and sat up.
Before she could ask what he was doing, Chat plunged his face between her spread legs. Marinette let out a shriek of surprise and horror as the man took a big whiff of her nether region. Her back jerked as she tried to right herself. Quickly pulling aside the remaining fabric that had covered her sex, Chat lapped at her labia, "Unh, Chat! What-!? Oh my god!"
A myriad of sounds escaped her as Chat's tongue probed her vagina. He grabbed at her thighs, holding her firmly in place as he felt her pussy quickly becoming soaked in juices. She screamed as he began to alternate sucking and plunging his tongue into her depths. Marinette could not find the will to fight him off as she slowly became undone beneath him.
She could not help but notice how his tongue had the rough texture of a cats. Each swipe of the appendage had her seeing stars, and the sensation of it slipping deeply into her folds left her panting uncontrollably. His moaning while plunged tongue deep into her sopping pussy is what made Marinette finally break.
Chat relished in the feeling of Marinette's orgasm on his tongue. Paying no mind to her pleading whines as he gladly cleaned up the mess they made. Sitting back onto his heels, he greedily licked the remainder off of his lips. He felt a small hint of satisfaction for the first time in hours, relishing in the taste of the woman he just ate out. Marinette was a stuttering mess as she turned to Chat.
Her face rivaled the color of his own, small tears beading at the corners of her eyes. Marinette's lips parted in her attempt to catch her breath. Hair having become disheveled whilst in the throws of ecstasy, she looked absolutely ravishing in that moment.
"Oh, Marinette." He pulled her up to sit on the bed, hand resting at the base of her neck. Their tongues met in a mad frenzy of lust as they became lost in one another. Between their open mouthed kisses, Chat attempted to form a coherent sentence. "I know that it's a lot to ask, but would you please help me out as well?"
"You're sick, Chat, not in your right mind." It was so hard to give a reply as she tried not to focus on his mouth peppering markings down her neck. The pads of his fingers slowly rubbed at the side of her breasts, eventually landing on the beaded flesh that had taunted him so. "I know you don't really want me. This has to be an akuma's doing! Ah-!" She threw her head back and cried out as he tugged on her perky nipples.
"Who says that I don't want you, Mari?" She looked back at him, seeing his eyes brimming with desire.
"I thought you wanted Ladybug?"
"Things are complicated…" Marinette gasped as he roughly ground their hips together. "Feel how much I want you? I'm aching so bad, Princess." She had almost mistaken it as his knee at first it was so large!
They proceeded to hump each other as they drunkenly joined lips once more. Every kiss and graze of his penis on her vagina pulled her further from logical thought. So, she did not fight him as he eventually guided her into a sitting position on the floor. From this spot, Marinette could clearly make out the outline of his massive package.
"Just a warning: it's looked like this since last night. I was hoping you could help me out with it." He took his claws and grabbed the dangling bell at his neck. Down the zipper went, exposing his glistening pectorals and washboard abs. That sight alone had her drooling. It was when it hit his belly button that he quickly unzipped the remaining portion.
Marinette gasped as his massive cock sprang forth from the fabric, oozing with precum. A bright crimson tip turned into a bulging girth of a shaft that dipped under the weight of his scrotum. Veins bulged beneath the glistening skin of his member. Her eyes went wide as saucers upon eying the size of his gargantuan balls. They looked like cantaloupes, far exceeding the mass of normal male anatomy.
"It's a bit more painful at the moment than earlier. If I don't jack off every hour, it becomes pent up like this." He shifted forward and his cockhead bobbed in front of her in a hypnotizing manner. God, she wanted to lavish it in attention so badly. Pre-cum slowly trailed from the tip until it dropped to her breasts and slipped down her cleavage. She swallowed at the mere thought of taking it into her mouth.
"So this is what you meant by coming down with something. This was an akuma's doing?" He gave a firm nod. "Right, you did help me out earlier. I can return the favor," was her breathy reply. What was she even saying? Her mind was screaming at her as she kissed the tip. Tongue shyly peeking out of her mouth, she began to lick at the monster cock before her. Chat grunted as she gripped the base with one hand and caressed his balls with the other.
"That's right, just like that." Hollowing her mouth, she moved up and down, taking in as much of the length as she could comfortably swallow. Just as she got into the rhythm of bobbing her head and lapping at the underbelly of his dick, he twined his fingers into her loose hair. "It feels fucking incredible, Princess, but let's take it up a notch." Without warning, he grabbed the back of her head and plunged balls deep.
She nearly gagged as he hit the back of her throat. Chat began moving her head back and forth at a set pace, moaning all the while. Marinette could feel her breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust as she placed her hands on his thighs. Her underwear was surely ruined by this point, soaked through from getting eaten out and now having to give head.
She moaned around his girth, causing him to increase the speed of his thrusts. It got to the point where Chat held her head in place, raised his hips from the bed, and thrusted rapidly in and out of her mouth. Shlorp Shlorp Shlorp Shlorp! The sound of his tip ramming into the back of her throat permeated the air. His massive balls slapped against her chin with each thrust. Chat was in heaven. The only thing that could be better than her mouth would be if he was pounding away at Marinette's dripping pussy. The thought alone brought on his first orgasm of the hour.
Anticipating that Marinette would need some room to swallow it all, he pulled out until just the tip rested on her tongue. His jizz spurted into her awaiting mouth, quickly filling it to almost bursting. She swallowed again and again as his cock erupted a massive load of salty cum into her. At last, the flow stopped and she could swallow the last of it. Her stomach felt full at the amount she just ingested. However, even after just shooting a massive load of spunk, his erection remained as it pulled back from her lips.
"Fuck, that was amazing…!" Chat attempted to catch his breath, sitting back on the sheets. "This is definitely helping, Marinette. Every time I did it myself I couldn't get any relief no matter how hard I tried!" She eyed his penis as he spoke, captivated by its presence and musk.
"Even after all of that it's still not going down." She whined as she unconsciously rubbed her aching thighs together. Chat noticed the movement and smiled sheepishly.
"If that's what a blow job can do to ease the pain, I wonder what a good fuck would do…" Their eyes met as the last of his words came out in a sultry whisper. Flushing so red his skin was almost glowing, he scratched at the back of his head. "Sorry for being so vulgar. I'm not thinking very straight at the moment." He inwardly berated himself for speaking his mind.
"What would you do if I said yes?" Mid-scratch, his pupils blew wide at the suggestion. "I mean, if I can help ease your pain, I'm more than willing…" His eyes filled with what she could only describe as deep unabiding adoration.
"Marinette, you don't have to do that." She slowly stood up from her kneeling position and straddled his hips. Placing her hands on both of his shoulders, she leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"But, I really want to. You have no idea how wet sucking you off made me." She licked at the shell of his ear and nipped at the lobe. Just to prove to him how eager she was, Marinette then began rubbing herself against his shaft. Chat all but snarled as he flipped her onto her back and stood in front of her. Holding her by her calves, he leaned forward onto the bed.
"You really want my cock so badly?" She whimpered as he ripped the thin fabric of her shorts to pieces and grinded into her sex. "Fine then, I'll show you all the gratitude such a willing pussy deserves." Marinette screamed as the tip breached her lower lips, forcing them to spread to accommodate his massive length. He grunted as he plunged his dick directly into her dripping crotch. His push was initially met with resistance until he pulled back then quickly buried the remainder of his shaft balls deep into her tight snatch. A low guttural, almost animalistic, groan came out of Chat's throat.
Marinette struggled to breath as his tip prodded against the entrance to her womb. She barely noticed as Chat pulled her top over her head, leaving her bare for his eyes only. "I want to see all of you, Princess, as I fuck you senseless." She had no time to think as he slowly withdrew his cock almost completely out of her then thrusted fully back inside with a snap of his hips. She could not hold back the orgasm that rushed through her.
"Ah!" He repeated the motion a few times until he finally established a pleasurable pace. She was not able to see it from this angle, but she could definitely feel and hear the slap of his heavy balls hitting her ass cheeks. Marinette could only gasp as her pussy was filled time and time again with his monstrous girth. Her breasts shook in time with his rapid thrusting.
In the moment, she had no feelings of embarrassment as her pussy sloshed with every smack of their meeting hips. SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP! She could only huff as she tried not to cum again from the feeling of his veiny cock grazing her inner walls. However, what Marinette loved the most about his dick was how the middle of his shaft was wider than the rest of it, not allowing her to properly get used to his gargantuan size.
Chat was a smirking, panting mess above her, surging into her dripping cunt again and again. This topped every sexual experience he had ever had. Given, Marinette was his first, but he would not give it up for anything. The feel of her tight walls clamping onto his length, her panting moans as her vagina took all he had to give: it was everything a man could ask for.
In an instant, Chat grabbed her hips and doubled his pace, making Marinette sob in absolute delight. "That's right, Princess. You love it when I thrust deep, don't you?" He quickly discovered his love for the feeling of her pussy suctioning onto his cock. "Ugh! You've been such a good girl. Good girls deserve a big reward." He placed his head next to hers and Marinette's body was bent in half, reaching impossible depths inside her. Plap Plap Plap Plap! The sound of his cockhead assaulting her cervix filled the air. "Beg for it, Marinette."
"Ngh! Please, Chat, I can't-! I can't take much more!" She was able to gasp out a reply as he panted above her.
"I'm so close, Mari! So close! Fuck, I'm cumming!" His hips snapped into the woman rapidly as Marinette was overwhelmed by her third orgasm. "Fuck! Take it, Marinette!" PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP! At long last, Chat braced himself and unloaded everything he had into her. His cock erupted with hot spunk, quickly filling up her womb to almost bursting. Shot after shot spurt from between their connected hips and splattered onto objects around them. Marinette could only scream as he thrusted with every thick discharge. Just when she thought he would be finished, Chat filled her with yet another mammoth of a load. His cock stuffed her pussy full of whipped sperm, what was unable to fit pooling onto the bed and to the floor below.
Marinette could feel the massive creampie dripping down her legs as her pussy gushed again and again. One release blended into the next, making her quickly lose count of just how many times Chat made her cum. Her final orgasm occurred just as he pulled his finally fat flaccid schlong out of her core. With the absence of his penis acting as a plug, a couple gallons of semen burst from her lower lips. Chat admired his work as he watched a waterfall of his thick cum gush from her filled to the brim cunt.
"Whew, that was incredible, Marinette! You don't know how much I appreciate your help." He lovingly caressed her cheek as he planted a long kiss on her cherry lips. Rising up from the bed, he stuffed his dick back into his suit and pulled the zipper back up. "Maybe we'll have to do that again some time. Sleep well, Mari…" Marinette's eyes drifted shut just as she saw him leap out of sight and close the trap door.