Milk for the Cat

A thousand thoughts flooded your mind. Not all of them were helpful, and things got even fuzzier once she started licking you. You let out a groan, shutting your eyes but unable to shut out the sensations. The surface Cheetah’s tongue was rough, but so wet and warm. You heard her purr, pressing her lips against your shaft, powerful hand grasped firmly around the base. She would squeeze you but not hurt you, and it was a clear demonstration on her part. You knew that if she wanted to she could very easily ruin your day. Or worse. Your life was literally in her hands. And her mouth.

You gritted your teeth and couldn’t help but find your eyes falling back to her. She was such an amazing creature. Her body, entirely coated in fine golden fur and cheetah spots, was on par with Wonder Woman’s in terms of the lean muscle definition. Her shoulders weren’t as wide, and her thighs were a bit thicker, but there was no denying how incredibly breedable she looked. You shook your head, trying to focus on other things, but it was impossible.

She was pretty too. She had been pretty before, remembering her human photo on file. You could see the familiar facial structure, now augmented, even enhanced, with deadly feline features and soft, silky fur. Her dark lips wrapped around the tip of your cock and you shuddered from the pleasure. She licked and sucked and drank your flowing precum with that vibrating purr emanating from her throat. Cat eyes were fixed upon yours, burning with lust. She was incredible and you only got harder, your fear pumping the blood to where you wished it would stop going. The fear wasn’t so much for your life… but because you didn’t want her to stop.

“No… you can’t…” came a weak voice, and you looked over guiltily to the incapacitated Wonder Woman. “It’s… mine… you can’t…” the delirious Amazon whined, unable to even gather the strength to raise an arm. All she could do was watch in **** envy as her greatest foe sucked your cock.

“Look at her,” Cheetah panted, pausing in her mouthing but now greedily stroking you. “She craves you. Craves… what’s in here…” The jungle monster lowered her head and nuzzled at your swollen testicles, lapping at you with her powerful tongue like nobody had ever done. She took almost both of them into her mouth at once, and your heart nearly stopped when skin grazed against her sharp teeth. Lucky all she left behind were great, stringy droplets of ropey saliva. She drooled like an animal. She was an animal and she growled and attacked your cock with her mouth again. It was playful, but intense, and needily erotic with the way she couldn’t get enough of your heady flavours. “Come on now doctor… give it to me… give it to me…” she snarled, before taking you back into her drooling maw and bobbing on that cock like all the cum addicts you had treated before. That’s when the idea came, and hopefully you could get out of this before you came too.

“Barbara look at me,” you breathed, voice not as forceful as you had wanted due to the wonderful tongue bathing of your cock. But she did see you again. Those eyes flashed up at you, Cheetah’s gaze locked as she continued to suck. There were enticing flecks of green in them. “You have a disease… and I can help you. I can treat you.” She gagged herself onto your throbbing erection and you cried out but held on, then Cheetah spat you out with and scoffed.

But she didn’t speak, she just jerked your dick and kept staring up at you, listening. Her ear twitched. It was working. “This isn’t you… Not this. You’re a deadly hunter. And this addiction has brought you low. Turned you into this supplicant woman, on her knees between a man’s legs.” You sucked in a sharp breath through your teeth, Cheetah squeezing your thick meat in her strong fingers but still pleasuring you. “Let me help you and… eventually we could find a cure. We could cure you… and help… everyone.”

There was a light in the beastial beauty’s eyes, her smile widening.

“Oh doctor,” she began, her breath ragged too. “You don’t understand. I’m not the one who needs help.” She spat hotly onto your cock, turned her wrist and started twisting her firm stroke on you. The silky friction was incredible and you could only groan. “You are. I know what I am. And I know what I want… you will give me your cum. I will take it. You are mine… my delicious doctor.”

She swallowed your cock now, the suction astonishing as she drew you all the way to the back of her throat. You grabbed onto her head, not trying to stop her, there was no way you ever could. You could only hold on as she started to fuck you with her face.

“Noo...” Wonder Woman grumbled, seeing the strain on your expression.

You took deeper breaths and concentrated. You hadn’t gotten through to Cheetah at all. Maybe she couldn’t be reasoned with. The animal in her, the instincts, were just too strong. It was like she was in heat. Basically she was. But this was your domain too. You glared at the cat woman, and held on. You weren’t gonna cum. You mustn’t. Whatever victory could be had this was the last stand. You closed your eyes and tried to shut out the jolting, gurgling sounds of Cheetah throating you. No matter how the addiction was processed by her metahuman biology, by her cursed physiology, this cum-lust enhanced strength could not be sustainable. Eventually it would have to drain her. You just needed that to happen before she could drain you. You had to save your cum for Wonder Woman. You had to be the hero.