His Kitten

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Emerson pulled Cain by his wrist, practically sprinting down the stairs. Cain whimpered at being dragged along, but Emerson knew he was just being stubborn.

    "Emmy! I-I don't w-wanna go! Pwetty p-p-pwease?" Cain pouted, giving Emerson his kitty-cat face.

     Emerson groaned, "Cain, you know I can't resist that face! Stop tempting me so much!"

     Cain giggled, batting his eyelashes. His big orbs looked up at Emerson with the most purest of innocences. Emerson couldn't help it when his heart melted on the spot.

    What the f*ck?! That's your cat, you @sshat! Emerson scolded himself. Not to mention Cain was a werecat. And everyone knows how it goes with cats and dogs.

     Emerson took a deep breath. They could defy the stereotypes and ignore the haters, right? This was his mate, whom the Moon Goddess molded into existence just for Emerson. Nobody else. Still, Emerson needed to take it slow. Cain probably didn't even know what the meaning of the word 'çondom' was.

     "C'mon, kitten! Everybody's going to be dying to meet the new Luna! We don't want to disappoint," Emerson laughed as Cain's face scrunched up.

     "B-but Emmy!" Cain whined, sounding like a neglected kitty.

     "But no! We don't have to show you to everyone, just check-in with Alpha Jameson. I have to talk to him about something very serious, too," Emerson scratched the back of his neck.

     The werecats trying to come on their territory were looking for Cain. Emerson needed to tell Alpha as soon as possible...

"-instead?" Cain finished. Emerson looked up, just then snapping out of his daze.

"What is it? I'm sorry, I got distracted. Can you repeat yourself?" Emerson apologized.

    "It's o-okay. Instead of going t-to the p-pack house, can A-Alpha Jameson c-come here?" Cain asked.

    Emerson considered it, though he wasn't quite sure if Alpha Jameson would be happy to know that Emerson's mate was a werecat.

     "I can ask him. Anything for you, kitty-cat. Are you hungry, though?" Emerson questioned as Cain followed him into the kitchen.

     "I g-got it," Cain mumbled, stumbling onto all fours and dipped his head towards his food bowl.

     Emerson's eyebrows furrowed as he tried to stop him. Cain glanced up with curious eyes.

     "Cain, stop eating out of the cat bowl. If your hungry, I can make you pancakes or something," Emerson said, pulling Cain to his feet.

    "Y-you shoulda said t-that every m-morning. I hate c-cat food," Cain grumbled.

     Emerson chuckled, pulling out a thing of frozen blueberry waffles and stuck them in the toaster. Cain and him waited until they popped back up, and Emerson put the stack of fruity waffles on a plate. He drizzled some syrup over them and placed them on the table.

     Emerson took his usual seat at the head of the table, twirling a fork between his fingers. He was shocked when Cain climbed into his lap. Cain curled up onto his thighs and reached out for the plate.

     He put his face down towards the waffles, taking a sniff. Deeming it suitable, he started slowly licking it, taking small bites. Something inside Emerson growled in hunger. Not hunger for food... Hunger for Cain...

     Cain shifted on Emerson's lap, his plump bottom rubbing down unintentionally against Emerson's d*ck.

     Emerson bit this lip hard, closing his eyes. He tried to force his erėction back down, but it was no use. It prodded up, forming a tent in his pants. Cain turned a bit, his bottom making contact with Emerson's clothed c*ck again and Emerson had to swallow his tongue to keep from making any noise.

     "E-Emmy, you g-got something i-i-in your pocket?" Cain asked curiously, still lapping at the syrup on the plate in front of him.

     Emerson panicked. Cain could feel Emerson beneath him. Emerson lifted Cain off him quickly, placing him in the chair by himself as he hurried to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him. He couldn't have Cain interrupting him.

     Soft footsteps were heard outside the door. Cain knocked against the oak door, hearing a pained noise from inside.

    "E-Emmy? What's t-the matter?" Cain whispered, pressing his face against the cold wood.

WARNING: SEXUAL SCENE AHEAD! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! IF UOU DON'T WANT TO READ, YOU DON'T HAVE TO! ALL THAT HAPPENS IS EMERSON GETS REALLY HÖRNY!

     Emerson was now rock-hard, and he tried to think of sad, disgusting thoughts to help it die down. But with Cain outside the door mewling quietly, and wild fantasies of him under Emerson, mewling for him, Emerson had no choice. He had to jerk off.

     "Uh- Oh, lord... C-Cain, can you let me alone for a- for a sec?" Emerson breathed, trying to fight the eager beast inside him roaring at him to burst through the door and f*ck Cain senseless.

    "Y-yes, of c-c-course," Cain stumbled, quickly leaving Emerson to himself.

     Emerson unzipped his fly, pulling his pants and boxers down as one. His c*ck came flying out, pointing straight towards the sky.

     Emerson grasped himself in his hands, making quick, jerky movements with his hands. He pulled and twisted, wanting to get off as soon as possible.

     His balls squeezed almost painfully as he jizzed all over the bathroom wall. He groaned in relief, his soft d*ck falling limply. Now he just needed to clean up this mess...

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