Page 16 of Scaredy Cat

I screamed as my back arched and I threw my head back, lost in the sensation of Zach pounding up and into me while his tail lapped at the entrance of my backside.

My pussy tightened around him, and he grunted, thrusting harder, his hips rising off the step.

I could feel his tail pushing in a little with each thrust, his piercings brushing intensely along my inner walls.

My feet pressed into the step below where he sat to give me leverage as I bounced on top of him.

“I won’t show you all of me this year,” he murmured against my chest as his forked tongue lavished my breasts. “But I need to shove my tail inside you. I need to fuck both these holes, kitty, or I’m going to go out of my mind.”

I moaned in response, not able to respond to his words. He brought the tail up to my face and I stared at it as I continued to move on top of Zach.

“Spit.”

“What?” I asked, blinking, my movements stuttering.

“Spit on it.”

I swallowed and nodded before leaning forward a little to allow my saliva to drip out of my mouth and onto the tip of his tail.

Zach’s eyes closed and he let out a groan as it coated the spade and as I looked at it closely, it didn’t look as sharp as I thought it would. No, it was thick and pulsing and fleshy. Almost like another, larger tongue.

“Such a good girl,” he purred. “You’re going to love this.”

The gasps I let out as he pushed into my ass were from the stinging stretch, but also the feeling of having something alive moving inside.

Being filled to the brink was torturous in the most delicious, sinful way.

Being so full on the stairs with his tail dragging in and out in a teasing dance had me moaning and writhing.

Every inch of him rubbed along my velvety walls, the piercings creating sparks of pleasure that had my inner muscles clenching.

My breasts bounced, eager for his mouth, needing to be touched.

The sensation was overwhelming, and I could already feel the coil in my belly tightening.

I was close, so close, but I wanted it to last.

" Demon, please . I need more." I panted, rocking back and forth.

" Oh, fuck , I love that,” he growled in response to what I’d called him. “So needy, my little kitten." His voice was thick with lust, his cock twitching inside me. "You want my tongue back on those perfect tits? You want me to play with your nipples, pinch them, and make you scream?"

His hands gripped my breasts and he squeezed them roughly in a way that had me gushing.

His tail slid back in, thick and hot, the spade pressing against the sensitive walls of my ass to rub against his pierced dick, only separated by a thin layer of skin.

I cried out, the sound muffled by my hand as I tried to keep my screams in, my body trembling with the orgasm threatening to overtake me.

"I love how full I make you feel. Your tight little body is perfect for my cock, your ass greedy for my tail.

I bet you wish you could keep it there forever, don't you?

" His words were savage, commanding, and I whimpered, nodding my head.

"Tell me, Stacey. Tell me how much you love being filled by me. "

"Y-yes." My voice was a hoarse whisper. "It feels so good. Your cock, your tail, I—I need them, Zach."

"That's right, you're going to crave this now." His hips snapped up, driving into me with force. "You're mine to take, to use, to defile. This pretty cunt is mine, isn’t it, Stacey?"

"Yours." I moaned, my eyes clenched shut as I rode out the waves of pleasure. "It's all yours, Zach. Take it, claim it, make me yours forever."

His fingers pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling, driving me wild.

My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.

The stairs were a blur beneath me as I moved, my senses overwhelmed by the way Zach was fucking me.

The slap of flesh, the wet, slick sounds, and the musky scent of our passion filled my world and consumed me.

His tail began to vibrate inside of me and I sobbed, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"I need to feel you cum, Stacey. Let me feel that sweet pussy clench around my cock." His voice was a growl, harsh and demanding. "Right fucking now, my filthy little witch."

I screamed, my body convulsing as I came hard around him, my pussy and muscles in my ass contracting.

Zach roared, his cock throbbing as he spilled into me, his cum filling my cunt completely until it had no more room and began spurting out of me, claiming me as his own.

I rode out the waves of my orgasm, my body shaking, as he continued to thrust, savoring the sweet aftershocks.

After a few quiet minutes, he slipped from my body, his cock wet and glistening, but he didn't let me go. He turned my face to his, his arms tight around my waist as he kissed me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine. I tasted myself on him, that musky, sinful flavor that made my knees weak.

I pressed a palm to his chest while I traced a skull tattoo there, a playful smile on my lips as I whispered, "You beast, you've worn me out."

Zach chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He nuzzled my neck, his hot breath tickling the skin there below my ear. "I much prefer when you called me a demon. Although, ‘demon daddy ’ I could get used to, as well.

I giggled, feeling carefree and deliciously sated. "Of course , you heard us talking about you. Why does that not surprise me in the least?”

He laughed and I sighed as I looked around the room at our unknowing audience.

Using my magic, I conjured a soft glow that enveloped us both.

Our clothes were cleaned, repaired and redressed in a shimmer of light, and the stains and smells of our passion vanished without a trace as well as my special plug.

My makeup was reapplied and my hair put back into its original style, my cat ears perky once more, all as the crowd around us began to stir and chat as they un-paused.

I sat beside Zach and smiled innocently at him, batted my eyelashes, and took his hand, relishing the warmth of his skin against mine.

Together, we descended the stairs, our fingers entwined. As we made our way through the room, I couldn't help the little smirk that tugged at my lips as I noticed my friends' eyes go wide at the sight of Zach's tail swinging behind him.

I’ll have to explain that one later.

Outside, Zach twirled me around and we laughed and talked about the future, having made it through one whole year of madness together.

It had been decided I would continue studying the craft and go on tour with Zach in the spring to search out others like me once things were finalized with his album.

He wasn’t just skilled at the piano, but also singing and had easily picked up the guitar the last few months which got him noticed pretty quick online.

Zach was finally getting to live out the life that he deserved, and I was getting to explore my own destiny—to be the woman and witch he knew I could be.

This demon might have caught me last year, but I was the witch who had him wrapped around her finger.

And then there was the fact that the grimoire he’d purchased at an estate sale had a way to get our souls back.

But that surprise could wait until next Halloween.