Yes, and very.

"Why the change of heart, Kitten?" Dirk asked as he locked the door, striding across the room to take the leash. "And on your last day too."

"It is because it is my last day, my King... the pressure... to see the truth... the great wrong I would have done to deny you my womb, the disservice I would have done to not carry your child... the..." she dared to tilt her head back up to look at him above her, her body heating as she gazed up the chain of the leash to him. "The weight of the lie... that I am a wild cat..."

Dirk smiled, and with a sharp tug on the leash pulled Shiloh over onto all fours, her ass relfexively going in the air and her back arching in temptation.

"My men have their orders, we won't be disturbed all day." Dirk announced, pacing around Shiloh's prone form as he stripped. The thud of each item of clothing upon the floor made the young jungle kitten twitch, her thighs beginning to rub. "We'll be able to make up for some of our lost time. Up on the bed with you."

Shiloh smiled at the privillege of being taken upon the soft bed, crawling luxuriously up so as to give her King a good view of his pet mate. Curling upon it, she realised she would sleep here tonight, in the soft and warm with her King, rather than alone upon the cold floor.

"Meow..." she reached out delicately with one hand, carressing her King's exposed cock, purring at how strong it felt. "You're such a strong man, my King, I am proud that my body is worthy."

As he climbed over her the last 29 days flashed through Shiloh's mind. His cock in her mouth and ass, his hands groping her body, striding around the room on all fours or dancing for his entertainment... but more than that... How when he returned to the cabin to find her shaken by the sound of his men, he would reassure her of his protection. How when she experianced her first storm at sea he slept upon the floor with her to allay her fears through the alien phenomena. How when she grew sick upon the 12th day, he broke his own rules to let her rest in his bed. He was King and carer, any kitten would be proud to have him swell her womb and live upon his leash.

They kissed as he spread her legs, pulling on the leash and controlling her head and neck. An effortless command, a powerful threat, an intoxicating loss of control. The chains upon her body and heart were as powerful as she had feared, and she wanted more.

His cock began to push into her virgin depths, Shiloh's young body instinctively clinging to her mighty lover. Unlike each time her ass was pillaged, her instincts cried out in delight. She was young and fertile, and her soul rejoiced at her King's penetration. It hurt so good this time that she trembled and came as what she had denied herself was finally given.

"Such a pretty little kitty," Dirk cooed as he watched her eyes roll and body shake.

Then, he was gentle no more.

Her King too had been denying himself, restraining himself. He was a man of honour, but at last his kitten had seen sense and opened to him. He plunged hard and fast and deep into her body, shaking her to her core as he began to pound 29 days worth of lust into the jungle girl. When her cries grew too much he clamped a hand over her mouth, refusing any risk to his prize, especially now. Shiloh struggled against his suffocating grip, her fingers wrapping around his thick, muscled arm to no avail. More, each could see how the futility pleased the other, each enjoying the display of the King's might over the kitten. It didn't take long for them both to cum, Shiloh's scream muffled by Dirk's hand as she felt a hot lance in her womb.

"Good girl kitten, good girl..." Dirk soothed, letting his cock pump a couple more times into her before he drew it out.

The absence pained Shiloh more than the violations of her ass had. Surely he had more cum to give her? Surely he could fill her young womb even more? In a flash he flipped her over, pulling back on the leash to **** her to arch her back as he pushed inside her once again, a stupid smile spreading on the happy kitten's face.

It was much later that they lay in bed together, exhausted from their mating. Shiloh clung to her King, happily pressing her lithe form to his muscled one, though her hand often strayed to toy with the collar at her neck, a sense of satisfaction in being made her King's property.

"My life is yours, my King," Shiloh repeated suddenly. "I will live happily as your kitten, my womb will carry as many children as you wish and... I hope to keep pleasing you... for no other reason than your joy..."

"But?"

"But I... I must keep my word to Swiftcourage... especially now that I too will become a mother I... I must find Meowfang and return him my King... even though it means... for some time at least we must part... however long this hunt takes..."

"Stupid little kitten," Dirk rolled over, placing hands on either side of her head as he looked down at his little jungle kitten. "Do you really think a creature like you would last a day in New York alone? What do you know of this city?"

"I... I know it is where I must go... and that... it is a city of men?"

Her King laughed and shook his head at her naievity.

"It is a jungle of city and steel like no other. If you ventured alone, in your little set of leathers, you would have been beaten and **** within a day. Forget being a kitten, or a mate... you would be preying for the life of a whore as your only way to survive. No kitten, we will not part. Your life is mine, and I will care for you. I will protect you."

Shiloh's eyes watered, a sense of belonging she had never had before, a sense of protection she had been denied in the jungle.

"Thank you... my King."