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“Then kiss me again, my lovely one,” he purred.

“Mate with me now and we will show these other fools what it means to love.”

My arms entwined themselves around his neck as he shifted me into his lap with his hands firmly grasping my hips. I sighed as I centered his pulsating cock at my entrance and then slid my heated, wet core down over him. Once again I felt that sense of relief, of needs and desires fulfilled, and the promise of better things yet to come. Cat’s dark eyes glowed with passionate desire and his nostrils flared as he inhaled my scent.

“Do I smell like someone who loves and desires you?” I murmured.

“Yes, my lovely one, you do,” he replied. “Do not change your scent as some women do. You are like wine to my senses, just as you are.”

Sighing, I threaded my fingers through his long, luxuriant locks and my lips melted into his. My weight held him deep within me as my legs hung over the sides of his chair. I had nothing to push against to move him
inside me, but I knew I didn’t need to, for Cat could control his cock like no other male that I knew of—

dancing within me without even appearing to move a muscle. Then his coronal fluid began to take effect, and the orgasms began.

I discovered something else about Zetithian males just then, for, apparently, when a female climaxes, it affects them in some way because Cat responded to my squeezing on him with a wave of the serrated ruffle on his cock. I hadn’t felt it before because he’d always been actively driving himself into me, but this time, I felt every subtle move he made. The nice thing was, I could sit still on him, kissing him and enjoying the way he purred without having to move if I didn’t want to, but I must admit that he seemed to like it very much when I did. I loved the way I could play with his hair, kiss his lips, and caress his chest with my fingertips, and the orgasms just kept coming whether I did anything or not.

It was automatic and required no effort to maintain—an ecstasy without price.

“Mm-m, Cat!” I sighed. If I’d been any more content and sated, I would probably have just fallen asleep and slid off onto the floor. We’re talking bones to jelly and muscles to mush here. “How on Earth did your people ever get anything done when they could be doing this all the time?”

“Beats the shit out of me,” he purred. He paused for a moment before adding: “That was an Earth expression, Jacinth. Are you proud of me?”

“Oh, yes, Kittycat,” I said as I lazily licked the side of his neck and teased his earlobe with my tongue. “I’m very proud of my big, brave, sexy, wonderful, intelligent,
and very handsome tomcat. Very proud, indeed. I think I’ll keep you.”

He smiled, showing his sharp, white teeth. “I will give you my snard now,” he said, as his breathing became deeper and his face reflected the ecstasy yet to come.

“I don’t believe I’ve ever heard anyone put it quite that way before,” I observed. “Actually, a Terran would say, ‘I’m coming.’”

“Okay, then, I’m coming,” he said reasonably, but the inflection on the last word made me realize that he wasn’t just whistling Dixie! Still, he’d also done something else that I’d never yet known him to do.

“Cat!” I exclaimed excitedly. “You used a contraction! I never thought I’d see the day!”

“Sh-h,” he said. “I’m coming.” His head fell back as his eyes closed and his lips parted in a deep, purring sigh. No roar this time, just an expression of fulfillment as his cock pulsed one more time.

I felt it then, that warm gush of sweet cream that filled me up with his love, followed by the wave of that ruffled corona. It felt intense and intoxicating just as it was, but I wanted to taste him again. I slid off of him and eased down onto the floor between his knees, taking his fabulous phallus in my hand and licking it clean as I had an even more powerful orgasm which caused my own fluids to gush down my thighs and splatter on the floor before splashing back upon my skin.

Cat and I had been having such a lovely time together that I didn’t consider that the other patrons might actually notice what we were doing. I’d seen all kinds of openly sexual activity out in public before, and didn’t think what
we were doing was all that remarkable—I mean, it certainly felt remarkable to me, but I wasn’t so sure it was all that obvious to the casual observer. When I glanced up at Cat, however, I was surprised to discover that we not only had an audience, but a highly appreciative one, as well—and also that a good many of them had gathered around to watch. I had been so totally focused on Cat that I hadn’t noticed the crowd growing in size. Well, okay, so it wasn’t a huge crowd—it wasn’t that big a place to begin with—but there were at least a dozen people standing relatively close and actively watching. And that didn’t include the score of others that were observing from the comfort of their own tables—or, as in the case of some of the females, the comfort of their own male’s prick. Plain and relatively boring pricks, I might add.

“Damn!” I whispered forcefully. “You’re absolutely right about being too charismatic, Cat! I’d better get you out of here before the other men decide you’re too much of a temptation to their women!” I climbed back up into Cat’s lap intending to slide his perpetual hard-on into my waiting pussy. “On the other hand, maybe I should just hide that thing before they get any ideas.”

“Where were you planning to hide it?” he asked with a crooked little smile.

“And here I was thinking you were pretty smart!” I said scornfully. “Where do you think I’m gonna hide it, Kittycat?”

“You are not tired of me yet?” Cat purred.

“No,” I replied, settling down on his cock. “When I get sick of feeling the earth move, I’ll be sure and let you know.”
“And is that the only reason you love me?”

“Poor Cat!” I said consolingly. “What’s the matter?

Are you afraid I think you’re only useful as a life-support system for your dick?”

I had never heard Cat really laugh out loud before, but that idea seemed to strike him as being quite funny. He had a nice laugh, too—one I thought I would never tire of hearing. He probably hadn’t done much laughing for many years either. I was curious about him, and wanted to know about his previous life, but I feared that he might not wish to remember some of it. I doubted that his whole life had been unpleasant, but the times of fun and love and laughter had to have been few and far between.

“I hope I am more to you than that,” he said.

“Oh, you are,” I assured him. “Much more! My life hasn’t been nearly so hard as yours, Cat, but there hasn’t been much in the way of love or laughter, especially since I’ve been chasing my damned sister across half the galaxy! I have a feeling that things will be different from now on, though.” I sighed deeply. “Cat, we know where she is, and no one seems to be volunteering any information about another Terran in the area, and I don’t want to make it terribly obvious that I’m trying to find her, just in case someone decides to rat on us to whoever her man is. Let’s go back to our room and get some sleep. I find that having an audience doesn’t do a whole lot for my enjoyment of you. I prefer to have you all to myself, even the sight of you.”

“I believe I like having you to myself, as well,” he said. “Mating in public is too much like sharing, and I do not wish to share you with anyone. I wish to be very
greedy when it comes to you, Jacinth. You are mine, my lovely master, and I am yours.”

We left there a bit later with those words still ringing in my ears. How many times had I cringed at the thought of being owned by someone; how little I had relished the idea that my life might have to revolve around someone else. I had been living my own life for so long that even the thought of sharing it with another had become one of those things that simply never crossed my mind. I had never been one to sit aboard my ship watching the stars flying past and wishing that I had someone there to experience it with me. Never dreamed of being in love and caring for a man. But I did now. It was so odd!

Our room was small, but comfortable, and I went to sleep in Cat’s arms after making love one more time and feeling…well…laetralant. And, like he said: there truly is no translation. It was a feeling I’d never had before meeting him, but I thought I could get used to it, and I would do my best, if I could ever just find my damned sister and go home!

The next morning, we were about to pack up and be on our way again when I realized that to allay suspicion, we should probably act like traders and set up shop somewhere—at least for the day. Besides, I kinda liked the little village and wouldn’t have minded spending several days there—if we’d had the time. You know: set up the droid in the marketplace, sell a few things and generally relax a bit. Having Cat around sort of made me feel that way, I guess, for you know how relaxed a cat can be. There’s something about the way they curl up and purr that makes you want to do the same thing. Of
course, after all the trouble we’d had while traveling down the jungle road, I’ll admit I wasn’t too twerked up about the idea of riding in, nabbing Ranata, and then heading back into the jungle right away.

Not wanting to run back through the jungle was reason enough for sticking around, but also, as I believe I may have mentioned before, the closer I got to finding Ranata, the less urgent I felt about actually doing it. If what I’d seen on Statzeel so far was any indication, I had a pretty good idea that she was most likely safe and sound and had undoubtedly given up all hope of being rescued years ago. And, since she couldn’t possibly have known that I was so close, a few more days wouldn’t matter—at least not from her perspective. I mean, I was anxious to find her myself, but the only real fear I had at that point was that I might arrive at her house only to discover that I’d been chasing someone else for all those years!

Just hanging around for another day or so sounded so appealing, and the more I thought about it, the less I wanted to hit the road again. So we kept our room at the inn, got the droid out, and set up shop in the market square. We did a lively business selling sunscreen, first-aid ointment, and massage oil—which was very popular with the locals. Cat seemed to get the hang of being a salesman, and even showed some of the customers where his recent wounds had been and went on to explain just how well the Derivian ointment had worked for him. Fortunately, he didn’t use the piercing in his cock as an example, or he might have started a bit of a riot. Of course, the fact that it was completely healed by then and he didn’t even have a scar to show for having
had his cock pierced would have made it seem like a false claim anyway, but I didn’t relish the idea of any woman getting close enough to him to smell or touch him, and I certainly didn’t want to let anyone taste him!

Hell, just having them looking at him was bad enough. It crossed my mind to collect some of his coronal fluid and sell it—giving the occasional free sample to arouse interest, of course—but I wouldn’t have wanted to have to explain where it came from, especially given what had happened to Cat’s planet because of the stuff. Of course, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that it would sell—and also that the number of sales would subsequently bank-rupt the entire community—if Cat could keep up with the demand, that is.

I did a booming business with the Shoemaker in a Box, and with the money we made from that, I bought Cat a sword. And man, oh, man, did he look cool with it hanging from his sash! My only hope was that he wouldn’t need it to fight off any more of those tiger-pigs on the way back to the ship. I asked one of our customers about them—the scratches Cat showed her were the ones they had given him the day before—and she told me they were called swergs. She said there had been efforts made from time to time to exterminate them, but that section of the jungle being as dense as it was, they had never been very successful in getting rid of them. I agreed that they needed to be eradicated, the nasty little beasties! Damn things were barely even fit to eat! I might have been able to sell their hides, though, because their dreadlocks were sort of pretty—well, they might have been, if Cat hadn’t carved them up so badly
when he killed them. We’d have to be sure and shoot them with Tex if we ever decided we wanted to sell the skins.

I had my first direct experience in dealing with one of the local assholes that afternoon. The damned bastard actually accused us of shady dealing and called Cat a liar when he told how he’d gotten scratched up—said nobody could fight off five swergs all alone using only a machete. He didn’t believe my Shoemaker in a Box could have fixed Cat’s boots either, and swore we’d simply bought him a new pair somewhere else. He was so obnoxious, he even got Cat’s dander up just a bit, and for a minute there, I thought they were going to get into an honest-to-God fight! Cat had his new sword, of course, as well as my pulse pistol, so I had no doubts about who would win the fight; but I also realized that roughing up one of the locals might be a damn good way to get ourselves deported. The man had a cute young chick chained to him, but she seemed a bit distracted and didn’t make any of the usual moves to placate him.

It occurred to me then that maybe he had to ask her first, though the best I could tell at other times, it seemed to be practically an automatic response. A quick glance in her direction was enough to inform me that she hadn’t intervened as yet because she was too busy staring at Cat’s cock and hadn’t been paying attention to the fact that her master and my Cat were about to come to blows.

Cat and I had our stuff set out on a table and we were both standing behind it, so to get her attention I leaned over and rattled my chain on the table. Our eyes met
when she glanced up and I rolled my eyes in the slimeball’s direction and gave her one of those “Do something, already!” looks.

She reacted so fast I’m surprised she didn’t pull the guy’s short hairs when she grabbed his dick. As for me, I almost laughed out loud when I realized that in stooping down to rattle my chain, I was in a pretty good position to give Cat a few licks, myself. His erection seemed to be missing for once—I guess getting pissed off didn’t arouse him in that fashion—so I just sucked in the whole damn thing at once.