Petting, silence, and preperation.

"You're softer than I thought a jungle cat would be," Captain Dirk spoke in a low rumble. "You really are just a little kitten, aren't you?"

Shiloh struggled to grasp the man-words she could use to reply to her King. She had wrestled and played with lionessess and cheetahs, but had never known the touch of a human man, had never understood the sexual wants of her body. When a heat came upon her, always without the rhyme of seasons, she would end up rutting by herself in a tree, trying to touch something she could not understand. This King understood her body better. He reached under her tiny pelts, grasping and squeezing her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. He roamed her arching back, stroking and squeezing, massaging her body and giving her a delerious mix of relaxation and excitement.

"My... my King..." she grasped, wanting to say the words he'd want to hear so he would touch her more.

Shiloh moaned and purred as her King's response was to give her her first kiss. His lips pressed against her's, his tongue quickly licking and pushing against her. Her skin tingled at the contact and she let him in, moaning and purring as his hands continued across her body, making her twist and arch in his lap.

"Little... little kitten..." she panted when at last he released her mouth, clinging desperately to Dirk's body. He was so much bigger than her, the same way a lion loomed over a lioness. It felt so natural to be small and in his arms. The heat inside grew hotter, the tension increasing. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs and began to wriggle, her excitement clear as her King trailed a hand down her stomach towards the small slip of pelt that covered her.

"You feel hot, kitten." Her King pressed his fingers against her loincloth, pushing the material back against her wet heat. Shiloh moaned and writhed, wanting to be touched more, to be kissed more. She could feel this King's chains wrapping around her heat and mind and could only want to become further entangled. "Stay quiet little kitten," he commanded.

His calloused fingers slipped under the loin cloth, feeling huge as the ran through Shiloh's slick folds. She trembled and gasped at the contact. No cats mated like this. When she ventued to the plains and saw Stormclaw breeding his lionesses, he would pin them down and impale them with his barbed cock, mating over and over again across the whole day, leaving the harem member dazed and filled. Shiloh's King had yet to even reveal his cock, and already the Jungle Girl was struggling to think anymore, her instincts made her want to scream in a never-before known pleasure as his fingers probed inside of her, teasing parts of her she didn't know or understand. It wasn't even fear of the men on the ship that kept her quiet, but her King's command. To obey him was so natural...

"Good kitten, good..." Dirk smiled at her as she sprung and twisted at his touch, her teeth clamping down on her hand to stay silent. His finger began to push in deeper, his thumb occasionally flicking at her clit as he worked her up higher. One hand grasped at her tiny bikini, ripping it from her body and exposing her soft, bouncing breasts completely. "Stay quiet little kitten," he growled grasping a nipple and squeezing before wrapping up the whole breast in his palm. "You're so beautiful, so tight... I don't want to share you kitten, I want you all for myself."

"Your... kitten... King..." Shiloh panted, before stifling another cry of pleasure.

Shiloh's emotions ruled her. She would stay silent, she would ensure no man on this ship would find her or touch her save for her King. She bit down on her hand once again as his finger pushed in deeper than before, before pulling out and threatening her with a second digit. She squirmed, trying to push down on his fingers, **** to feel him inside of her, but this was when he pulled back, making her whimper in disappointment.

"Clean me, kitten." Dirk pressed his finger to Shiloh's lips, and true to her role the jungle girl darted out her tongue and began to lap at her own heated juices.

As she did, her King used his free hand to remove her loin cloth, leaving her fully exposed to him. The air was cool against her skin, but Shiloh had slept through colder nights, and then she'd had no hot bodied King to warm her.

"You're going to please me now kitten. Let me see what talents you have, how innocent you are. If you can please me, you'll get to sleep here in my bed, full and warm..." Dirk stripped as he spoke, the sight of his bare body captivating Shiloh as she cleaned him with little licks. "But if not, you'll be sleeping on the floor in the cold."