blackberry currants
08-26-2013, 08:32 PM
When the cat turned over to review her stomach, Dempsey was shocked. He was amazed not only by her beauty, but by the size of the thorns in her flesh and her wondrous pain tolerance. A grimace appeared on his muzzle. "I'm so sorry, dear. I'm not going to lie. This process is going to hurt." He padded over to her, moving with a silence that was akin to his day job. Standing before the pretty woman, he decided to start at her hip. That way if it did hurt her as much as he thought it would, he might only get a swift kick to the groin rather than the loss of his handsome face. The thorn in her hip was long, so he knew he would have to soften the already hardening skin to be able to pull it out as painlessly as possible. Dipping his head down, Dempsey put his lips to the thorn and just licked around its edged for a minute or two. His saliva soaked her fur and he felt the flesh around the thorn start to soften with the moisture. Then he began to suck on it. Slowly, but surely the thorn moved from her side and into his mouth. This could definitely be written down in his book of sexual torture methods. Once the thorn was removed he spit it out onto the ground and moved to the next one. Dempsey's mind fogged and he couldn't help but trail his nose along her soft, plush stomach. Each time he came to a burr, though he knew they weren't important, he would take it into his mouth and comb the fur off of it with his teeth and tongue. One of the thorns was way up between her thighs on her stomach. Dempsey gulped in nervousness, but he wanted it more than he would admit. He attacked the thorn with the same gentle caress as he had the others, but when the thorn was removed he nipped down lightly on the sore skin. It was brash he knew, but it was more of a love bite than anything else. He came to her paws and pressed his wolfy lips up against her ruff pads to pull each thorn out. When he was done he pulled his head up to look at her. Her fur was all disheveled and knotted. For some reason he felt he could not leave it that way, and so started to groom her and smooth down her silky white fur. Each moment he spent in her presence he became more and more aroused and needy. A fire had lit upon his skin and he needed to quench it, but he couldn't ask her to do that. There was something morally wrong about it to him. A wild fever showed in his eyes."Have I gotten them all, darling?" A shiver ran down his spine. "If I have not I shall stay to search you for them, but I think it is high time I leave." Speech, |