Macavity turned his face to place a kiss on her inner thigh, his hands smoothing along her legs as he placed a kiss by her knee and trailed a few more slowly up along her thighs until his nose and cheek brushed against the short, soft hairs between her legs.

He pressed a kiss just above the nest of pale curls, the smell of her arousal all he could focus on, now that he was so close to the source. Still on his knees he glanced up at her for a moment, grazing her abdomen with his teeth as his fingers brushed between the curls to stroke at the damp folds hidden beneath them.

No wonder her scent was so strong, as damp as his Queen had become. It pulled a moan of desire from him as he slipped his fingers away to lick the taste from them.

For such an imposing, intimidating and disreputable cat, Macavity found himself nearly tamed with the beauty before him. He was being soft and patient with her, a way no one else would have earned. And the looks she gave him twisted his insides and mad him crave for her even more.

Hands on her hips he nuzzled into the small patch of hairs until his nose brushed against soft, heavily scented skin. With a purr his tongue slid over her damp folds, gathering more of the taste on his tongue.

He would make her his so much that no other tom could compare. She was his jewel, and he planned on keeping her to himself.