When her sharp little sounds and almost frantic writhing rose to too quick of a rhythm, Macavity moved away, licking the taste of his pretty young queen off his lips. She was an exquisite thing, stretched out on his bed, her long hair a mess behind her and her skin flushed with pleasure.

The feline fiend felt a surge of possessive desire flood through him. No one else would have his Jellicle Jewel. She was his, and any who dared to touch her in such a way would not live to regret their actions long.

Kissing her soft inner thigh, he trailed soft, slightly scratchy kisses up her body, two of his fingers rolling and caressing her damp folds to bring her moans back as he made them slick with her own arousal. It did not take much to find the right angle for his hand and slowly slip one of those long fingers into her, his lips against the soft curve of her throat.