Black Cats update

Ororo woke up to see Felicia Hardy naked beside her. T’Challa was gone, but in the presence of such opulent womanhood, Ororo was hard-pressed to miss him. 

Stripped of her trademark black leather, Felicia’s body was creamily pale, made more so by the lashes of male seed that covered it. The white fur trim that marked her boots, gloves, and cleavage was of necessity gone with her costume, but her disheveled white hair shot out from her head voluminously as if to make up for the absence. It seemed sprayed all around her fallen head, like a corona. 

Her black choker and domino mask still remained, liberally coated with the same cum that lashed her body, and Ororo chortled in amusement as beneath the mask, Felicia’s eyes opened, still wide in shock with what had happened. She knew Felicia was feeling the same sensation Ororo had become used to: the soreness that left her almost totally unable to move, but that still managed to feel pleasant, shot through as it was with lingering, aching pleasure.

“How was he?” Ororo asked, her blue eyes entirely on the rise and fall of Felicia’s perfect breasts, even larger than her own ample teats, and quivering with a ripeness that showed they too were natural. Her voice was husky and low, but perfectly audible to her erstwhile ‘partner.’

She would’ve have suspected a criminal—their occupation marked as it was by cowardice—would have dared to attempt to join the mating of two who came close to being mortal gods.

“As good as you made it look,” Felicia hummed, herself seeming equally nonplussed by what they had unintentionally ‘shared’. “I thought he was going to lick me to death before he came up for air!”

The dignified high priestess surprised Felicia with an outright naughty giggle. “You mean you actually got T’Challa to eat you? I would’ve thought all he wanted from you was the warmth of your portal.”

“He got that too,” Felicia hummed again. “Maybe he got tired of it. I think he made me come three or four times before he got off. And, of course, he went nine rounds with you first.”

“I could not go nine rounds with him,” Ororo said honestly. “My self-control could not take the strain; my powers would grow out of control. But it is good to have some temptation in one’s life.”

“It’s better when you can give into it. He damned near knocked me on my ass when he came; how the fuck could you leave him with that much?”

“I suspect that with panthers, the leader of the pack must mate all his females—and we are nowhere near being a full pack.”

“Maybe they just have to make do,” Felicia suggested, parting her legs. Below the stripe of her white pubic hair, far more creamy white was deposited in the still gaping folds of her sex.

Ororo stood, even as she shuddered with the grating reminders of how extensively she had strained for pleasure just a short while ago. Then, knowingly, she stretched her back, displaying her own voluptuous breasts. They couldn’t fill Felicia’s bra—not that the cat burglar seemed to need one, which had to be a mutant power—but she doubted Felicia would complain she was underendowed.

“It’s interesting that we have both been thieves,” Ororo said. “Used to taking what we want.”

“And to being wanted,” Felicia replied. “So, are you taking me, or am I taking you?”

“Ask me after.” They embraced, their tongues probing deeply into each other’s mouths. Their breasts pressed tightly together, so tightly that it seemed like that would burst.

Ororo broke the embrace and had Felicia sit down on the bed. She slid her tongue down to Felicia’s firm breasts, touching them slowly to the sensitive nipples. They puckered at the touch of her lapping tongue. Then she placed her lips over one erect nubbin and sucked on it, maddeningly gently. Felicia wrenched her head from side to side, moaning in appreciation. Ororo moved to the other nipple and gave it the same service. Felicia tried to stay even moderately quiet as she irresistibly made her pleasure known.

Ororo nibbled at Felicia’s areolas with slow, thoughtful bites. Felicia gasped at each nip; Ororo could tell how much she was enjoying it, but she was eager to accept the taste Felicia had silently offered her. She wanted to wait until after Felicia had returned the favor on her own tender breasts, though.

They switched positions and Felicia went to work on Ororo’s tits. Ororo was so excited by how Felicia devoured her cleavage that thoughts of doing anything but offering her breasts up to Felicia’s mouth left her mind. Felicia reminded her with a heated kiss and a whispered “Hungry?”

Ororo lay down on her back, Felicia climbing up to straddle her head. Ororo reached up and grabbed her waist, hurrying Felicia’s snatch down to her hungry mouth.

As Felicia felt the first touches of Ororo’s tongue on her hot pussy, she leaned down to bury her face in Ororo’s sex. Taking in the sweet aroma of her latest conquest’s arousal, she was surprised by how much she liked the scent. As good as Ororo looked, her smell was heavenly as well.

Felicia placed her lips over Ororo’s clit and licked its angry firmness. Ororo was superbly sensitive to the movement of her tongue, and she writhed under Felicia’s curvaceous body. Knowing she had found the weak point that would drive Ororo wild, Felicia sucked hard on the candy of Ororo’s clitoris.

Suddenly, Felicia felt the pressure of a finger being slid into her core, the sensation only adding to the intensity of the suction at her clit. Her inner folds grasped the perfectly pleasing length of Ororo’s slender finger, so tight her cunt almost defied Ororo’s attempt to insert another finger, though Felicia was too turned on to do much other than eagerly accept it.

Felicia did the same to Ororo’s cunt, one-upping her by pressing the fingers of her other hand against Ororo’s tight anus. It constricted at the first hints of an intrusion, but Felicia kept at it, rubbing and circling her spit-wet fingers on Ororo’s asshole until it let her in. Ororo tensed and cried out between Felicia’s thighs, but she didn’t miss a flick of her tongue or a stroke of her fingers.

Felicia soon felt a probing at her own asshole as she pumped her fingers in and out of Ororo. She forced herself to relax in knowing anticipation of what was coming. Just as Ororo’s body churned with blasts of orgasm, she slammed her fingers deep into Felicia’s rectum. The suddenness of the thrust and the flood of Ororo’s juices into her mouth brought Felicia to her own climax.

After that, they lay entangled, licking each other clean as they waited for their energy to return.