Pulling away from his immersion in everything of her that smelled of sex and want, Macavity hooked his arms under her knees and slid the young Jellicle further up along his bed, crawling after her.

He smiled at the sounds she had made and licked his lips, fingers dancing along the backs of her thighs before he spread her legs a bit wider, his mouth finding that very sensitive area again. This time his tongue dipped in further, slipping into the warmth of her body and back out again.

Macavity was an experienced tom, not that most Queen's would admit to having been with such a terrible cat. But he knew how to draw all the sighs and the mewls from Victoria, and he planned to do just that, delighting in each little keening moan and gasp he could pull from his sweet, young queen.