There's only one way to find out

Hesitating, you bite your lip and look into his bright eyes. You know better than to waste your time, yet you can't seem to decide how to best complete your task.

Finally, you realize that there is only one way for you to find out the truth of the matter, and work up the most micheiveous smile you can. Your tounge threads out and licks your lips and you once again scan the area in hunt of the cat.

"I'd suppose you're quite right," you say and step forward boldy. "But nothing is wrong with being just a touch mad, huh?"

In the very edges of your peripheral vision you see a sparkle of pink. Chess is just above you, hovering. It seems to you that he's taken advantage of the angle to gaze straight down your shirt.

The little perv. "Come out come out wherever you are..." you coo. Hands materialize on your waist, and you tense up for just a moment. You never fail to be surprised when the elusive cat reappears, do you?

Lips graze the side of your neck and you hold back a small fit of giggles. His whiskers just barely tickle you, making it difficult to stay still.

You don't. Instead, you turn and face him, fiercely kissing that silly grin. The long whiskers still seem foreign, but that is quickly put out of your mind as soft hands drift up your shirt and whisk it off. The shirt is soon joined by your discarded skirt, and you tug off Cheshire's shirt in return. Slender, but toned muscles ripple and suddenly he vaporizes yet again.

You have only one more choice to make, and now that you have a moment of peace, you ought to make it. You know you need to make him cum, but...