Good Morning
by Yochan

Good Morning

by Yochan

I awoke to the sensation of moist, hot air whuffing softly against my thigh, stirring the thin suede I woke over my groin at night. Peeking my eyes open, I spotted him, all gold eyes and black fur, his nose wet and dark. It touched my skin and I squirmed, sleepily parting my legs.

"Change, Allan," I murmured warmly. It was a sleepy request, not an order, and I could tell he recognized the option to disobey.

His big pink tongue rasped across my inner thigh and I jumped, reaching to scruff the thick pelt between his ears. "Stop that," I laughed, my heels stirring the dry leaves on the floor of the cave we had found the morning before. "You're ruining my nap."

The big cat didn't seem to mind. Instead of sitting back like a good kitty, or better yet, changing for me, he touched his broad cold nose to my exposed groin, leaving a tickly wet mark on my balls.

"Change, darling," I repeated, my voice softer now. My cock tented the loincloth, spongy hard head peeking from under the pale brown leather. "Let me wake up in you."

Allan responded with a purr, drawing his wet tongue over my balls. I closed my eyes and allowed him to bathe me. Each hot breath and gentle lick woke me more, driving a fire through me. When the tip of his tongue caught against the sensitive, cut head of my cock, I reached up and cuffed him gently across the ear.

"Enough!" My voice was husky, hoarse. In his big cat form, Allan could only tease me.

He sat back and filled the cave with a soft, low rumble before pouncing at me, his heavy claws held back. The rough pads of his paws tackled me back, and I found myself face down, his tongue running the length of my spine.

Knowing his strength in this form was much greater than mine, I sighed and allowed him to lick the sweat off my back. His huge teeth caught on my sleep-cloth, pulling it away, exposing me to his breath.

"Allan," I groaned, trying to warn him and failing. My body held no such protests, and before I could think much of it, I was on my knees, presenting my backside to the big cat's mouth.

If Allan had a bath set in his sights, he would have to be thorough.

"Good boy." My voice was tighter when he licked across my hole, his tongue strong and leathery, hot. I could feel the wetness of his mouth dripping down my skin. I reached up between my hands and fisted myself, tugging while he bathed me.

I could feel his huge body vibrating behind me with a purr that seemed to fill the whole cave, the whole world.

As I jerked and tugged harder, starting to fuck my hand, I heard him laugh.

"So hungry, my Vinta," he smiled, his voice rich and musical.

His face had sharpened, big cat bones shifting to more delicate features, his pelt softening to a downy, short fuzz. His gold eyes sparkled at me, lost in the slinky sea of black muscles. Behind him, his long tail swished, kicking up leaves.

I turned and sat on the stone below us, gesturing at my flushed, heavy cock. "You should know better than to tease like that," I reprimanded gently. "I nearly finished, and you would have been unfulfilled all day."

"Ah," Allan purred, slinking his now-slender frame up into my lap. He moved like warm water, always around me, touching, dulled claws drawing gooseflesh up my ribs. "But I will be sated now."

I reached into my pack and drew the oilskin free from the pocket of my breeches. "Turn around, cat," I said, admiring his grace as he obeyed my, driving the firm rounds of his buttocks against my erection in a soft, plain tease.

His hole was pink, stood out under his fluid, strong tail. He lifted the tail to the side, switched it playfully up at my throat as he leaned over and presented himself to me.

Allan took me with no more than a quiet growl, and I took my time, groaning at the sight of my fingers knuckle deep in his twitching, tight flesh. For many long minutes, I simply opened him, working the fragrant oil into his body until my three fingers were slick and shiny and he was mewling with every breath.

"You look lovely, my kitten," I whispered, dropping the oilskin aside to rub his lower back with my free hand.

My cat adored a scratching touch just at the base of his tail. I could feel his body rippling around me, squeezing my fingers as I scratched there.

"Please, Vinta," he moaned. "Fill me."

I could no longer tease him. I pushed onto my knees behind him and hooked both thumbs into his hole, spreading him until he gaped wide, his pink flesh flushed darker, tugging and fighting my hold.

It took little more than leaning to drive my cock between my thumbs and deep into his body. He tossed his head with a yowl, and his tail went rigid and flat against his body, pulled sharp aside to make room for me.

I pulled my thumbs away and patted the furry rounds of his ass before drawing nearly free of him and thrusting hard. His soft body touched mine every time I sank balls-deep into him, my fingers leaving soft swirls in his black pelt as I held his hips still.

It was quick and quiet after that, the very tip of his tail twitching each time I buried myself into that warm pink hole. I could smell his spunk when he came first, his black cock pumping sticky release into the leaves and dust. It made him hug around me tighter, fighting my next slower thrust. I let myself come inside him, leaving my scent deep in his body.

He was shivering when I sat back and drew him up against my chest. I loved him like this, his gold eyes far away, his belly warm and aching to be scratched. "Good morning, Allan-cat," I laughed softly, rubbing my lover's soft stomach.