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Macavity was a mystery cat, and mysterious was his nature. He could steal the shoes from off a cop and never be in danger. His motives were as hard to grasp, it often could be said. Why Macavity did what Macavity does is easily misread. No one knows why the hidden paw has a fondness for jewels and treasure. Some say he steals for money, others say for pleasure. Whatever the case one thing is clear, Macavity is to be feared. All the Jellicle cats knew to steer clear of the thief wherever he appeared.

At least one of the Jellicle cats had clearly not listened to those tales and rumors close enough. Because Victoria continued to spend time around the dangerous, mysterious tom. The uncombed ginger cat who put so many others on edge.

That same young feline, not yet a Queen, who had been trying out a very different kind of style, if those clothes were anything to go by. His sweet little Jellicle Jewel was wearing the sort of things only Rumpleteazer would have convinced her to slip into. Macavity was quite a bit more interested in slipping her out of it.

His eyes trailed down from hers, along the nearly see through swath of black fabric, covered in crawling black vine design. Unfastened, hanging open enough to grant him a glimpse of her soft, pale skin, and the laced black bra holding back her breasts. She had her arm tucked around her stomach, holding the fabric partially closed, as if self-conscious of her naturally beautiful form.

One of Macavity's arms was leaned against the wall to one side of her, the other had slipped down so his hand covered hers at her side. The robe was hiding nothing more than her underwear and a pair of thigh high tights, and he imagined it must have been for one of Gus' dress rehearsals. Perhaps she had been trying on new costumes. Whatever the case, his jealous anger could wait in the face of very different emotions now, and he leaned in, the hand over hers curling so his thumb could caress her palm as his lips brushed against her ear.

"You look very lovely, my shy Jellicle jewel."

He was certain she was flushed again, as she had been that first night, when he had given her his coat. He would not push himself on her, his movements, even to get them to this point, had been slow and full of compliments and charm. None would ever believe the sweetness Macavity could be capable of, and he would like to keep it so. But not with her. Not with his delicate queen who had only ever seen or heard soft, warm things from him. Reassurances and compliments and smiles that were never harsh or threatening.

"What have they done to possess you with ideas of such a dress? A tom might get ideas..."

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[jelliclejewel]

In truth she was feeling a little silly now, since this sort of display really was not her way of doing things and he knew that well. But at the same time it was hard to feel anything but every inch the lustful seductress when his hands slid over her skin and made her want to utter sounds she was quite sure weren't supposed to come out of her mouth.

The kiss almost made her forget that he'd asked her a question at all, so eager was she to return it. She could get used to this sort of thing, she thought.

But she did remeber his question and lowered her gaze shyly when answering it.

"Oh... it was just... the way the others talk it seemed like a good idea... to show that I..."

She looked up again, unsure what words would be the right ones, but finding them at once when she saw his face and the desire he so expertly controlled.

"That I want you."

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Later, Macavity would have something to do about those friends of hers. Putting such ideas in her head, and such clothing on her back. Another Tom would not be so capable of remaining in control at such a sight.

All that stunning skin on display for him, and this time, when he kissed her, he deepened it further, coaxing her back to play with his tongue searching her mouth, tasting his sweet Queen.

His fingers were light on the skin of her back, dancing along muscles and bones until they brushed against the clasp of her bra, and carefully he unhooked it, letting that material come loose as well.

With her body pressed up against his own, his want for her would have been impossible to hide, even if he had sought to.

Instead, he let one hand smooth down her spine with a warm, soft touch, and press at the base, pressing her closer against him.

"That was all you needed do or say, my Queen. I am glad to give you what you want."

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The kiss was drowning deep, and she clung to him as if he was a lifeline, fingers tangling into his untamed hair as her limbs grew heavy with want, though she still wasn't entirely sure what it was she was longing for.

Oh, she knew how it was done in theory, but this wasn't much like any of her vague fantazies so she still felt a little lost. It was a good thing that Macavity appeared to be a quite excellent guide.

When he pressed her against himself, she felt her hips rock forward in a movement she couldn't control as a pained little sound finally did escape from her lips. It actually hurt, the tense throbbing between her legs, but in a good way. The slight friction of rubbing against him a little like that caused an intense pang of pleasure, and she felt the farbric of her panties soak through entirely from her body's eager response.

She stepped away from him, reluctantly and only a little, so that she could lower her arms and let both the robe and her bra fall to the floor, now more or less naked before him.

"Do you mind that I did it this way?"

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Those sweetly innocent little words met him as he was allowing his sharp eyes to take in the full sight of her. His Queen, his beautiful Jewel, exposed before him, her delicate skin and soft breasts freed from the distracting cover of cloth and fabric.

He smiled, reaching up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and caress her cheek with his palm. She was stunning. The prettiest Jellicle cat by far. Perhaps the prettiest cat to ever catch Macavity's eye. And with careful silver-tongued words and patience, she had become his.

"Not at all, dear Victoria. You are quite the sight to see."

He gladly drank in the sight of her, his clothes painfully constricting against his bodies desires. So much beautiful, unhampered skin and for his eyes alone, or so he would tell himself. Any he caught paying too close attention would be lucky to live to regret it.

His hands slid back over all that smooth skin, not yet moving to remove the last of her clothes as he tilted his head to place a kiss on her shoulder and let his hands cup her breasts, his hands far gentler than they ever were when not nicking jewels from a safe or a painting from a wall. He squeezed lightly and massaged them in his hands, running the pads of his thumbs over her already hardened nipples.

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They were small in his hands, and she wondered if he would think them too small, it seemed to be a matter of some importance if the way other cats talked was to be believed.

If he minded she wasn't sure she even had it in her to care right now, as his touch made her gasp and fumble to tug his shirt loose from his pants so that she could start getting the buttons open to make his chest as exposed as her own.

He was a very handsomely shaped cat, it had to be said, and she did not think many would disagree even if he could have a forbidding look about him sometimes.

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They were nicely sized for his hands, and pert under his touch. Macavity pressed a kiss to her skin, just above her breast, and let his hands move downward to slide along her torso. When he reached the lacey garment clinging to her hips, he dropped down to his knees to slide the soaked fabric down, breathing in deeply the scent of her desire, that had been growing stronger since the first kiss.

When he reached her feet, he slid each thigh-high stocking down as well, lifting one foot or the other just enough to slide it off. She was stunning and filled him with a hunger and desire he had not felt for another feline in a while.

He rose to his feet again, taking his time in taking in her naked form, each flush of skin and curve of muscle that made up her elegant dancer's form. As he did so, he finished what she had started, removing his unbuttoned shirt.

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She could not keep a delighted smile from lighting up her face, in fact she did not even attempt it, and she eagerly ran soft hands over his chest, experimentally stroking his nipples to see if they were as sensitive as her own.

He'd been so graceful as he knelt, so beautiful, that it had made her heart ache in a way that almost wasn't connected to what they were doing. He had almost looked a little vulnerable, though she supposed it was an illusion created by taking pose so connected with subservience.

Whatever the case might be it had reminded her of something that she had yet to tell him, but perhaps now had conveyed without words.

She was in love with him. Hopelessly so.

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Her hands were inexperienced, but soft in their exploring, and Macavity let her do exactly that. A barely there sigh brushed past his lips and he tilted her chin up to kiss her again, a bit more insistent, now, a bit more forceful, but never rough.

What was it about this jewel of his, that dulled Macavity's teeth and forced his claws safely retracted. If any were to see him with her, like this, there would be new rumors of the Mystery Cat. Soft pawed and bowed to a young Jellicle, barely even a Queen.

Perhaps it was part of the act, or perhaps there was more to it than anyone else would see. Perhaps Macavity might have also found someone to love more than wealth and trickery of his clever thievery.

He was not going to admit to it, so soon, but it lingered there in the way he touched her, in the way his hands moved over her skin, like she was a precious thing to be held.

He pulled away with a soft drag of his tongue over her lips, and a purr of pleasure on his own.

"Come with me, my beautiful jewel."

So maybe the rumors would have been true. Perhaps this was really Macavity becoming something new, but it was only for her, for Victoria, that this side of the feline fiend had surfaced. He was still the same conniving cat, but not, it seemed in this respect. Not as he led her to his bed, so he could show her what it was that she had wanted from him.

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She would likely have followed him into the jaws of Hell itself had that been where he led her, but his bed was a much more welcome destination even as her stomach constricted with a sudden onset of renewed performance anxiety.

Before he could turn around to face her again she wrapped her arms around him from behind, hands stroking his chest once more as soft lips were pressed against his back.

He was so strong, she could feel the power just below the surface, all that he was keeping in check for her. It made her feel humble and bold all at once.

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If ever a cat might dare to say they heard Macavity purr, not a single one of them would be able to say they had so much as her. He gave a pleased rumbled version of a purr, his eyes half closed as he let her do as she pleased. What a brave and beautiful young cat he had caught and stolen away for himself.

His hands moved to the waist of his own pair of pants, as her lips pressed to his skin, and he began to remove the last bit of clothing keeping her apart from him.

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She planted kiss after kiss on his back, tongue darting out now and again to taste a new area of his skin.

She was eager for him to be as naked as she was, but a little scared as well, which was why she was sort of hiding behind him now.

She was unsure what to do when faced with what had caused that bulge it had felt so good to be pressed up against.

Her hands cautiously ventured lower down his torso, felt the contours of his abs before finding the lines of his hip bones. Would she dare be braver still?

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Macavity laughed, not at her, but in soft amusement, a warm sound that had no place in the range of the Mystery Cat's vocal repertoire, but it was there all the same. He finished unfastening the fastens and slide the fabric down, letting the last of his clothes drop to the floor at his feet.

Such a shy little kitten, and yet far braver than any other cat would dare to be. His hands found hers, resting easily over them to press them against his skin. He licked his lips, releasing her hands to slide behind his back and hold onto her hips, holding her close to him so he could feel her warmth against his back and breath in the sweet smells of her arousal and lust for him, whether she knew to call it that or not.

He wanted to lay her down and show her all the pleasures she had not yet discovered, but he waited a moment to see if his Queen would grow braver still.

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She leaned her cheek against his back as she slid her hands down to his thighs first, fingers splayed and curling inwards a little to press into the muscles. She could feel the heat on her cheeks, sure that they had gone quite red by now from both arousal and nervous embarrassment. What if she did something wrong?

She closed her eyes and let her hands drift where they'd been fearing to go, one hand gently brushing fingertips over the hard shaft she found in a testing exploration, while the other carefully felt the weight of what hung below it.

So hard, and at the same time so soft. The thought of feeling it enter her made her press against him even closer with a soft sound of longing and pleasure falling from her lips.

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He groaned at the first, soft touch, a soft breath of pleasure as her gentle hands explored. The muscles beneath her hands gave light twitches, as Macavity had to actively fight his desires down to a more controllable level.

He had wanted this gorgeous feline to be his from the moment he watched her dance, and he had been patient about waiting and catching his treasure until he was certain she was his. Now, even with her offering herself to him, he found that patience surprisingly lingering.

He let her continue to explore a while longer before twisting around to face her, his hard shaft pressed against her soft warm skin as he tipped her chin up for another hungry kiss.

Even the cat of plots and planning could not be patient forever, and he could not allow this to go in teasing territory for him for too long, or else he would find himself running out of that very patience.

He turned Victoria until her back was to the bed, and pushed her lightly down until she was seated on it. His eyes followed hers as he knelt between her legs, warm hands resting just above her knees.

She was beautiful, flushed, naked skin and bright eyes, her hair fallen over her shoulders. Macavity knew that she would become the most beautiful Jellicle Queen if she remained with them. Surpassing even Demeter in her looks.

"Such a lovely jewel you are, Victoria. Is this what you wanted?"

It was a suggestive purr as he dropped his face down to rub his cheek against her thigh, breathing in the scent of her filling the air around him.

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The scrape of stubble against her sensitive skin made her twitch and gasp out a nervous little laugh, unsure how to answer his question.

"It's what I want now."

Every new thing he did to her was what she wanted the moment it happened.

She stroked his cheek, and then ran her fingers through his hair, a look of adoration on her face. In this moment she felt almost... powerful, something the delicate little feline wasn't used to and especially not around Macavity, who was both physically larger and just generally more imposing than she herself.

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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.

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She would not in a million years have guessed that he would do such a thing, and was even less prepared for the intense pleasure it gave her.

When first his fingers brushed against that oh so sensitive area she whimpered, the pleasure almost painfully intense. All she could think was more as his touch left her feeling strangely empty. As if something inside her had expanded to create a space that now needed to be filled.

When his mouth replaced the fingers her eyes widened in shock and she almost wanted to utter an embarrassed protest. What left her moth, however, was nothing but a keening moan as she laid back on the bed, because this the most intimate of kisses left her weak with need.

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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.

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Victoria saw nothing terrible in him, having experienced only kind warmth from the Mystery Cat. Whatever crimes he was accused of, he could not actually be tied to and so she chose to do as she always did and went with what she saw. It made her gullible, it made her naive and it made her prone to fall into all sorts of bad company, as some would say her current situation was an excellent example of.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, as if it was her intent to keep him down there if he tried to move away. She would never do such a thing of course, but at the moment her body just did some things on its own and this was one of them.

He seemed to know her body in ways she didn't even know it herself, and the pleasure he built inside her was intense enough that there was even a bit of growl in her voice when she moaned, writhing underneath him.

She tried to hold back, tried not to get loud but she found that the effort it took to do so made the tide of pleasure ebb a little, and so she let go, voice ringing unfettered in the room. She still wasn't being all that loud, not yet, but the intensity in her sharp little groans could not be denied.

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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.

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Even around that single finger she was rather tight, untouched as this part of Victoria had been up until this night.

She arched up against him, pressing as much of her own skin as she could against his, nails scraping gently over his back as she gasped and her eyes flew wide open in surprise and perhaps a tiny bit of pain, but not so much that it lessened the pleasure.

Anyone but Victoria would probably have been somewhat shocked by how gentle and patient the monster of depravity was being, but she could never have imagined him any different.

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Macavity lightly nipped and worried a soft pink mark against her throat as she moved against him, delighting in the soft reactions he drew from her and taking his time with his explorations. As far as the Mystery cat was concerned, he had all the time in the world with this gorgeous creature beneath him, and he was going to make this night one she would never be able to forget.

He may have been a monster among the other cats as he fought tooth and claw for whatever it was he was set on possessing, but no queen had ever risen a complaint for the depraved cat's prowess in the bedroom. He had sharp claws, but soft paws, as they said. The tools of any skilled thief.

Victoria was soft beneath him. Warm and sweet and innocent, and he brushed his lips over the faint mark, stroking his finger against her inner walls as he coaxed more responses from her.

Tonight, Victoria was his.

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She would gladly be his this night, and for as many more as he would have her. She was too young and naive to know any better, and too forgiving a nature to let herself be swayed by popular opinion when her own experiences were showing her nothing but a tom worthy of loving with all her heart.

She rolled her hips against his hand, growing more eager with ever passing moment, every maddening touch. She wanted more, needed more, and there was a pleading note to her whimpers as she rained soft little kisses on his neck and shoulders.

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With a low rumble of approval, Macavity kissed her again. Her response to him and her movements encouraging. He slipped a second finger into the tightness of her body after a few more long, slow strokes.

One had her responding to him so simply, moving against him like she had been waiting for this for so long.

With the second, his movements grew more insistent, bolder. His lips found one of her hardened nipples, rolling against the flesh. As he toyed with one of her soft breasts, his fingers worked deeper within her, sliding in and out with strokes growing firmer and faster.
He wanted that keening sound back.