When a kitty wants some milk! (KuliKuli)

"Aah-haha, you don't say?" He chuckled nervously as she pulled back and licked her lips deliciously in return. No wonder she was smelling different today, something was up with her and he was clueless until now. Her hunger had returned, that which tethered every Monster Girl together, the one true similarity they shared.

Their hunger for sex.

"Mmhm." She began to rock her hips in a slow, teasing manner, feeling up his groin against hers. The result was no delicate process, it produced the desired effect as she felt his manhood rewarding her gentle touch. "Oooh, and I think I found my favorite toy. You know, it has been a while since I've had my milk."

"Kuli, your family is here. I get Janette might not mind but, what about the others?" He may as well have kept silent, his body certainly didn't mind the attention. He was feeling hot inside, the way she watched him, craved him really, and the grip she held onto him was something he doubt he would find in most other women. Most.

She flipped her head to the side, moving that white hair out of her eyes before flashing a malicious grin with those feline fangs of hers. "Then I guess we can take a chance and be quiet, think you can do that for me master?"

He groaned softly as she continued moving her hips back and forth, her paws sliding across his chest pushing the fabric away to reveal his bare skin. Once her paws pinned his hands in place, he was hers to play with.

"Nyaa~ I can feel you under me master. So hard and strong, makes me happy inside." She groaned, kissing his neck. "My very own hoo-man, my very own toy. Now its masters turn to serve me."

"Kuli-"

"Shhhh," He swallowed as she pressed her cheek against his chest and inhaled his scent. "So much, I can smell you so much right now. So different, so strong. So... mine." She licked his neck once, then twice before moving up to kiss him. His hands moved behind her, tugging at her shirt before peeling it away to reveal her skinny vibrant chest and soft mellow breasts. Her tails in the meantime tugged away at his leggings, keeping him nude from the waist below. Soon, only her undies remained while he now laid back in his natural born body free of restriction.

"This is mine, all mine. I can share it, I can enjoy it, but come nights end this belongs to me." He nodded, hands at her waist, cock throbbing helplessly pleading for the removal of those panties which kept them both from joining. "What do you call it, Master? I feel it between my legs, your thingy."

"My cock."

"Yes, my cock." She purred. Felix watched as one of her tails slid up across her smooth belly before wrapping around her breast, squeezing it gently. The other tail moved further below, snaking underneath the last piece of fabric she wore, producing a wiggly bulging effect before hooking around the cloth as it revealed itself once more. Slowly, it pulled the groin area to the side revealing her womanhood, excited and dripping with anticipation. He sucked in air and felt himself shiver as her juices fell upon his prick.

"My cock, my sword, how it yearns to be sheathed."

His face lit up just then. "Whoa, a new word. You've been learning, guess Jay is ge-hrmph-uhmf?"

She chuckled at the silly noise he made with her paw covering his mouth. "Shush, you're ruining the moment. But thank you, I know I'm super smart." She smirked, lifting herself up as her tail snuck under her womanhood, rubbing and groping his flexing tool and enjoying its firm warmth. Something about how it felt, perhaps it was because the nerves in her tails are the most sensitive, but she could just toy around with his prick all day like a ball of yarn. Oh yarn, a reminder of what to get in the market next time when master goes!

He laid back, relaxing as her fur tickled yet excited him, his body having adapted itself to mate with a Nekomata especially. As her paw dragged away with her claws fortunately retracted, he reached for them and held them aside as she positioned herself for entry. He could feel her heat as their organs made contact, she held still for a moment to breathe in before shuddering in excitement. So many times they've spent in bed, arms wrapped around each other, lips glued to the others body, he had lost count when days turned to weeks which then turned to months. Was it normal to have so much sex and yet still deliver? He wondered if his performance was anything special, as did she at times. Ultimately they knew deep inside that it always felt wonderful for both, for the raw emotion never wavered.

"Y-yea." She shook, feeling himself touching her deeply in ways no partner could, feeling things that only he brought out. Looking down at her slender form, she began to gently rock her hips side to side prepping him before using her strong legs for more. Not a word was spoken, only the moans and noise of flesh against flesh with the occasional bed squeaking in between. She bit her lip as his strong hands gripped her thighs and suddenly he had taken control, moving his waist to match hers with strong and powerful thrusts. He knew he she enjoyed passionate love making, but being rough always brought her to climax the strongest. The hard slap-slaps-slap continued on, pausing only to readjust before rolling around with him between her widely spread legs.

As he stared into her image, he couldn't help himself but to kiss her deeply. Her yellow eyes shining with lust and need, he only almost envision his reflection outlined with a tiny heart with how much she wanted him in return. So hypnotic, he could stare into them all day and never realize that the day had turned to night. That soft brown spot on her cheek along with the several more that spread around her body, it muddles the white pattern in her fur and she would whine about it from time to time. Yet in his eyes, he loved those brown spots the most, how it pops out in her form, how it shows no order or pattern like stripes on fur would. It was imperfect, yet he found it to have the opposite effect on him.

She looked up and saw this man, once thin and weak, towering over her with strong arms and broad shoulders, his sad looking eyes now replaced with deep appreciation and affection. He always kept an optimistic aura around him, she couldn't tell why he seemed so positive. How did it happen, how did she wake up in this boy's arms and how did it go from that to this? At first sight she wanted to get away from him, now she could not fathom a previous life without him. If I had ran away, I would have lost so much and never known, I would have lost my Felix.

KuliKuli felt herself blush deeply as he rubbed her brown spot on her cheek, that tingling feeling inside ready to burst with how deep he continued to fill her. Her legs locked him in from behind, he knew that signaled her being close and wanting him to finish with her. She wrapped her arms behind his neck as his arms kept him above her, and soon she kept her grip as he pulled her upper body up, carrying her while still in control. Now gravity could replace his strength, and his firm hands cupped her rear at both cheeks while increasing their momentum. She gasped and yelped loudly so, panting and whining into his ear as his teeth sunk into her shoulder. She could hear him grunting and holding back, feel him pulsing and swelling as he was ready alongside her.

Then suddenly, she felt him grunt hard followed by a deep feeling of hot melting warmth inside her, and she returned with her own climax around him. Each one complimented the other, both bodies held each other in sweat and passion as their natural high faded away. Felix pulled back to see her lock eyes with him, when she snickered he chuckled back and suddenly they began to laugh for no apparent reason. Just two lovers, lost in the moment and away from the madness surrounding them, being happy together. And beyond the closed door, another Nekomata having finished alongside them whilst waiting when the appropriate time would be to check on her daughter.