Love and Deepspace - Headcannons

🔞Spicytober 2025: 🔞🐚Primal Play/ in rut🐚

Ruthlessly, Rafayel pounds into you, his skin sweaty and flushed, the neat double-colored suit in utter disarray. His tailored jacket was thrown carelessly to the floor, the ivory dress shirt and maroon vest hanging wide open to reveal the cat butler's well-defined abs and chest, which were moving heavily with his ravishing. The white trousers zipped down and scandalously bunched around the tense thighs, giving space to his hardened length that slips in and out of your wet core. The fluffy chestnut colored cat ears stood straight through the violet waves of his sweat-damp hair. And the slim brown cat tail swirled around one of your bare calves as Rafayel thrusts into you with the erratic, desperate rolling of his hips.

The usually adorable and attentive cat butler has you folded like a pretzel and pressed to the mattress of the shared bed. Knees nearly touch the ruffled white sheets beside your upper body, and Rafayel's handsome face rubs along yours in a frenzy. He's completely lost in his feline rut; only the primal instinct to fuck into you and to mate has remained. Leaving you helpless against his relentless piston into your dripping, clenching hole. You have long surrendered to the insatiable hunger for you-his master and beloved caretaker. You weren't even left with a chance to undress as he ambushed you earlier this day, already feverish from aching need.

He had spent the whole morning trying to suppress his cycle, the rising of his feline heat, until it became unbearable, and he pounced on you. Shortly before you would have left to work, you were tackled down in the hallway of your apartment, and Rafayel started kissing you breathless, making you putty in his hands.

You hadn't even recognized his precarious state, only wondered why he wasn't there to greet you goodbye as he usually does, together with a huge pout and the promise to come back as fast as possible.

He felt so distant all morning, and you just brushed it off as one of his moods. He's a cat butler after all, a kind of rare being, a mix of human and a cat. Not only that, but he vowed to stay with you as his one-month contract officially ended, and you've been inseparable since then. You even got closer to each other in the past half year.

Now your yellow dress is recklessly shoved up your waist and the bodice down your breasts, together with the lace bra. Your matching panties are shredded into pieces, and the remaining ankle tie clings to your foot with one sling for dear life, whipping to the rhythm of the primal play of passion and desire.

But you couldn't care less, not when you're treated like a precious sex goddess. Not that you've ever complained, your personal butler excels in everything, including turning you into a melting mush underneath his broad figure.

"Ra-hah-yel," you chant his name, knowing it is the only thing he wants to hear in this fucked out state.

Not that you could form a coherent sentence or even think of something else while he stretched you out so deliciously over and over again.

"Yes... Fuck, yes..." he growls right back. His beautiful plush lips are sucked between his feline fangs, now more prominent as he eases up to watch your blissed out face with the unique blue and pink eyes, usually resembling a sunset at the ocean. But now dark, blown-out pupils fill the whole iris and are glazed over with lust and desire for his master.

Not once do the cat butlers' hips slow down in their unfaltering rhythm, his cock bullying your spent core in an endless dance of sins and pleasure.

You're close, so damn close. The tight coil in your womb and the inferno of passion in your veins are driving you crazy. Again, for the nth time since this has started, Rafayel pushes you to another mind-blowing orgasm and is ready to paint your fluttering walls with the white of his come. The down-pressed thighs tremble, and your brain goes numb. There is only pleasure and need ruling where once you had composure and reasoning. You're fucked stupid by your caring feline servant and lover.

"Let me hear your beautiful voice. Say it, Master!" Rafayel demands breathlessly, like his life depends on it, as he bends down between your folded limbs and sucks greedily on one rosy nipple of your swollen and bite-marked breasts. "I'm-yours. Say—it.." Each word was emphasized by a powerful thrust of his delicious cock into your oversensitive core.

And you nearly choke on your own cries of pleasure as you submissively obey him. "You're mine... You're miline!!" You scream one of so many orgasms into the small apartment. But that doesn't stop the human Devon Rex from fucking into you like there's no tomorrow.

"Yes! Yes! My pretty little master..." he moans and whimpers as he continues with his rutting into you, still burning with need to mate his caretaker and ruled by hunger for your pleasure.

Your vision whitens, your back arches, and your insides clamp down around the length that still doesn't retreat.

It's too much, you can't anymore. The sensations, the friction, the overwhelming pleasure. "Rahaaaa-yeel..." you sob into his neck. Your fingers wander around his back with no real goal. But he's also close again. You sense it.

His thrusts get even more frantic, desperate. Strong hands pushing you wide open until you feel like a pinned butterfly, weakly splayed out to his display. The blood rushes through you, and your whole body starts to scream both with pleasure and agony.

But your whimpers are unheard in the feline ears, the cat butler is completely lost. "Ma-hah-ster... Need you... Mate, you.." erratic hisses with every powerful dragging of his cock along your overstimulated walls.

"Can I-can-can-I-?" desperate pleas paired with moans.

Even in your fucked out state, you know what Rafayel wants, what he so furiously seeks. And you're more than ready to give it to him, close again to another climax already. "Yes! Please do it! -hah- Mate me-You're-hah-mine." You pant. Your own will is barely there to help form the words...

And with some last sloppy thrusts, your feline lover let go. Sending his hot seed into your womb, accompanied by a hearty bite into the crook of your neck.

You scream into your own thundering orgasm. Your back tries to arch but is held down, your core clams hard, and your toes curl. The fireworks behind your eyelids are the most vivid you'd ever experience.

And as the cramps leave, and the spasms end, everything vanishes as you black out from exhaustion and the sheer intensity of it all. The pain of Rafayel's bite is nothing compared to the aching of your whole body and the blazing inferno of your recent climax.

A final tender lick over abused skin and the catbutler slumps limp into your body. It is the last thing you recognize.