Cat Scratch Fever update

Logan edged around on the bed, animal-like, until he was crouched on all fours over Max. He couldn’t believe how pliant she was—not submissive, but seeming to have no comment, no thought on what he wanted from her, except a kind of welcoming curiosity to see what he did.

He used a hesitant touch to push her thighs more open, and Max let out a mewling sound of approval. Then he came down naked between her legs, his knees touching her slender ankles, his face only a few inches above the vee of her wetly glistening sex.

Jesus… he’d never live long enough to see anything lovelier than this. His mouth actually watered, eyes staring down at her cunt as it twitched in arousal, in expectations, within reach of his tongue. Max moaned and a trickle of her juices escaped her slit, trailing down her luscious thigh like honey anointing freshly baked bread. Logan felt a touch of dampness on his chin and realized, without much embarrassment, that he was drooling.

Max’s head swam. Usually she was more dispassionate about fucking—just bodies rubbing together, chasing a high. She tried to protect herself and tried to get off, because she knew anyone in bed with her would damn sure come, and probably too soon.

But with Logan… something was different. Not just the fever; she felt a potential. It could be perfect. She wanted it to be perfect, for him and for her. Max felt his sweaty hands moving over the tender softness of her inner thighs, holding them far apart, and she didn’t care how open, how vulnerable she was for him. She wanted Logan to have as much of her as she could give him. She watched his handsome face lower slowly to her mound… coming inch by agonizing inch closer to the source of her passion.

“Oh yessss,” Max breathed through clenched teeth, feeling his warm lips touch to her open sex. Her vision blurred as he planted hot, lingering kisses on her lust-fired mons. With each one, his tongue slashed into her quivering opening, her pleasure tingling wildly from a dull throb to a roar she could barely stand.

Max’s hands moved sensuously down her pert breasts, along her smooth, taut belly, coming to rest by Logan’s head as it shook and bobbed with how he was devouring her. Max rubbed her own tightly corded thighs, adding to the flickering warmth she felt spreading out of Logan’s lashing tongue. Then, softly, she spread open her lips to let Logan’s tongue have whatever it wanted from her yearning inner flesh.

Every muscle in Max’s feverish body seemed to be drawing energy from the heavenly pleasure she felt between her legs, the fibers cording and knotting and twisting as she tried to bear all the sensation rushing through her aching slit. Uncontrollable pants of enjoyment tumbled from her open mouth.

“Thank God, you’re finally doing it to me… finally making your fucking move… oh Cale, Jesus, Cale… don’t stop!” she keened with sudden vehemence. “Fuck, I’ve waited so long… keep going… going… yes… what I wanted… what I needed… yes… finally found the balls to… ohh… try and give my cunt… gghh… just what it… Logan…!”

Nothing else mattered… insane jolts needled through her, setting her body aglow with life and vitality, warmth settling over her entire body. She felt more electric than ever, but by meeting her pulsing need, Logan was actually calming her. The pleasure had a soporific effect, at least in comparison to how she’d been ready to climb the walls before.

Actually having his tongue inside her almost came second to just not having to put up with that goddamn need twitching and flaming inside her. But the sex was good too. So damn good. Being fucked, feeling like a woman—like she was being made love to instead of rutted, mated, though she couldn’t let go of that. She wanted it too.

But just his tongue was enough to make her wish she’d made a play for Logan before she was in heat, just so she didn’t embarrass herself with how heavily she was giving it up, but that didn’t matter now. It just made her laugh, the thought that she had to put up with him either way, so she might as well get his cock in the bargain… his tongue… that pretty face locked between her thighs…

Then Logan’s tongue pushed deeper into her cunt. Max gasped out loud, louder than she ever was, loud enough that she felt a stirring of panic that she’d given herself away to someone listening. But already the deliciousness of having him so deep inside was stealing away her misgivings and she relaxed into the pleasure, the calming pressure of being serviced this way, letting her body moan and twitch at the end of Logan’s tongue.

Logan sensed how Max’s beautiful face was tossing around on the pillows, her dark hair flying over the white satin, curling and twisting in endless rivulets while his spearing tongue found her clit, flicked against it in a dance with how it quivered in lust. He sucked the warm, soft folds of her labia into his mouth, then his tongue was back against her tiny bud, seeing how many sensations he could force through it to fill her body.

All of a sudden Max’s restless energy was back full force, but all she could do with it was thrash her legs. She moaned unashamedly from deep in her chest, feeling Logan’s tongue snake inside her, discover all the little facets of her pleasure from her little clit to the clenching folds of her sex, even down between her flexing buttocks.

Her hips ground down into the mattress, crushing the bedsprings under her supple buttocks. The soft mewling of her bestial pleasure escaped from her bared teeth, when she wasn’t groaning throatily, sounds like they came from deep inside the core of her, where Logan’s lewdly searching tongue was making itself felt. His hands ran down to the backs of her knees, splayed out luridly wide, and he pushed them upward until they were pressed against Max’s upper body, flattening her heaving breasts and exposing all of her loins to his eager mouth.

That wasn’t enough for Max. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her sex, not caring how much the tugging might hurt—he deserved the pain if he denied her any of this feeling he’d tantalized her with.

But Logan wasn’t denying her anything. He ran his tongue deep into her cunt, twitching it teasingly inside her, then pulling it back to include the edges of her labia in how he pleased her. The sudden new feeling forced a rushed little half-scream from Max’s lips. She closed her warm thighs convulsively around his head, now wanting to hold him in place even more, and Logan felt her cunt press against his stroking tongue and spasm against his mouth, her folds opening and closing as though trying to suck his tongue deeper than it was already going.

She strained her groin up to his mouth, her body completely lost in the fire of what he was doing. Every muscle trembled, trying to bear the pressure it was under as she strained to wring even more from the slippery probing into her mons. Max had never dreamed that anyone could get such feelings from her body. It suddenly seemed a long time, a very long time, since she had been touched… an eternity… she’d never been touched like this.

It was practically a deflowering, only he wasn’t taking some useless virginity, he was taking her numbness, the cool remove between her and this new intensity. It drove her wilder than ever, imagining Logan as her first, the first to truly please her and the first to enjoy her fresh, uninhibited body. Her thighs opened and closed in staccato response to his undeniable tongue.

“Oooouuuu!” she trilled softly. “Don’t stop… don’t you fucking stop…” Her words were harsh, but the way she keened was all but begging, pleading. “Oh God, lick me there. I want it harder. Faster. I… OOOH!”

The blood pounded in her ears as Logan answered her urgent need. Feeling how her very body wanted him, he went into a frenzy. Logan wanted to gorge himself on her juices before this was over, memorize the taste of her cunt while Max was still his.

Max’s eyes crossed. Just then, she belonged to him more than ever. All her independence dropped away from her and she loved being a slave, an addict—not to him, not to any man, but to this feeling, this perfect feeling, this… connection.

He was part of her. Maybe the missing part, the human part, the Geppetto part that finally made her a real girl. She felt real. Max felt so damn real in that moment that she wanted to scream.

And then her world seemed to collapse in on itself with a huge crash. She let herself be buffeted along by the unbearable rapture of being fucked by Logan’s tongue, wanting it to go on until there was nothing left of her to pleasure, until all of her had flamed out with the bursts of delight that were too much for her freak body to feel.

And it did seem to go on forever. Max writhed and jerked, her face contorted in happiness as her heels dug into the mattress and her fingers ripped at the sheets. She couldn’t let herself pull Logan any further into her receptively open pussy. She’d kill him, and though Max had little concern for Logan’s well-being at the moment, death would most likely prevent him from kissing her cunt anymore, and that she just couldn’t have.

Then it was over, or at least, the need for air took precedence and she had to gasp for it, slowly bringing herself out of the haze of satiation she’d been drowning in. At some point, she managed to open her eyes and see Logan between her lifelessly splayed thighs. The lewd way he was looking at her wrenched Max out of her state of contentment.

She needed more, to get from him what that look said he wanted to do to her. Even if it gave him the wrong idea, or the right one, she couldn’t stay aloof, couldn’t cut this thing off when it was making her feel so much, inside and out. Max couldn’t help it. She just couldn’t help it.

“Logan,” she cooed, feeling her way out from under her drugged reverie and wanting to slip back into that feel of being embraced—melting together with him and his lust for her.

Max’s breath caught in her throat as he followed her invitation, reaching up to massage, to caress her naked breasts, lovely and sweet. She arched her back, pushing her tits up into his hands, feeling as though she was helping him to find her small, hard nipples with his fingers and pinch at them.

New, excited shudders went through her chest and all through her body. Trembling, Max closed her eyes and wondered when this would all be over. Usually, no matter how she was enjoying the heightened sensations of her heat, Max couldn’t stand the vulnerability—wanted it done and dusted. She’d used to count the seconds until her fever had run its course, but now she never wanted it to end.

She wasn’t sure it would, this time. Everything felt so new and different. With Logan it was like her heat was starting all over again, compelling her as strongly as it had before, like her earth-shattering climax had done nothing to sate her desire. Maybe her body had gotten its fill of those losers she’d one-nighted in the past, but she couldn’t get enough of Logan. Fuck, she hadn’t even started getting enough.

Logan met her eyes again, and his excitement over being about to enter Max curdled into shock at how zealously she was looking at him—something desperate and wolfish in the lust he could clearly see written on her face. It didn’t scare him off, but it did give him pause… made him reconsider, at least momentarily, what he was getting into.

“You sure about this?” he asked her.

Max actually growled at him, her lips pulled back from her sharp teeth. She reached down and grabbed hold of his rigid erection, pulling it to her parted thighs—and then relaxed into tranquility, a more peaceable and receptive anticipation, as she felt his arousal sear against her own hot flesh. Whatever aggravation she felt at him was blotted out by the promise of sex.

Logan felt his own misgivings going away along with hers. He lifted himself up over her, poised his body over hers, and she tightened her grip on his lust-heavy shaft, her breathing quickening at the feel of it throbbing in her hands.

“Fuck,” she panted, out of breath, barely able to keep up her end of the conversation through her sexual delirium. “Never would’ve expected you’d be big enough for me, hot stuff.”

“What, did you think I was compensating for something with the eyeglasses and trendy haircut?” Logan retorted. He wasn’t quite sure how he could focus enough on the English language to make a quip, but like Max, he just hated the thought of other person getting the better of him in a one-liner contest that much.

“The turtlenecks kinda had me worried you were playing on the other team,” Max quipped atop his quip.

“Like that would stop you.”

“Hell yeah it would. Date a guy who’s used to anal and blowjobs on the regular?”

“Well, now you know the sweaters are entirely heterosexual.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna steal them the moment you’re fucked out.”

“And I’m taking your panties.”

“They’re pretty comfortable.”

“Do they make a good gag?”

“Oh shit,” Max moaned, too turned on now to care if he meant for her or for him.

At least perceptive enough to see how her patience was running as empty as her pussy currently was, Logan bent to kiss her and Max responded wildly, thrusting her tongue into his own. Then she felt the knob of his erection pushing into her, parting her lips, nudging through her tightness to the moist heat of her sex. Max reeled, in no way ready to be opened up by him, spread around his girth. Her gates were almost virginal in its resistance to his cock, his size, and she choked with the shock of pain from the hard, cruel pressure of his entry.

“Hhnnnn!” Max whined, trying to command her too-sensitive flesh, make it accept his long, thick manhood pumping relentlessly into her in time for her to reap the pleasure she knew it could give her. She felt herself wildly hungering down between her legs. She wanted to be full there too much to mind the strain of accepting his massive size.