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A Cat’s TaleThe sun was slowly setting behind the man lying beneath the scratchy little gorse bush as he perused the ground to the east through binoculars that had seen better days. The ground sheet upon which he lay – which made far too much noise if he moved, hence his stillness – old as it was had let water from the rain covered grass seep through in one or two places to dampen what was the only suit of clothes he had with him. He had been watching like this for the better part of a day and with no better way than lascivious thoughts of his new friend’s elegant body to fill his time; the organ at his groin, trapped as it was between his weight and the solid mass of the earth beneath him was uncomfortably tumescent, even despite the dampness of his jeans. Much earlier; with the sun still only a threat on the horizon he had arrived in the tiny abandoned hamlet of Whiteworks after walking through the night from Buckfastleigh. From thence he had made his way to here deep in the moor proper. It still struck him as a little odd that he was here at all; it seems such a ludicrous thing to be doing after all. Still, if the anonymous person who had written to him (Actually written; not typed, in what he suspected was expensive ink from a bottle and in a beautiful looping hand which seemed somehow anachronistic.) was prepared to pay him £250 for him to go and look for a cat he wasn’t really in a position to argue. The fact that the search would be in Devon and thus in the direction of his new friend was what had finally convinced him. Though, he cursed himself as coward now for not having tried to arrange a meeting. Well that couldn’t be helped and now it was all but dark, he was wet and as yet he had no idea where he was going to sleep. Princetown was at least an hour away – assuming he could find it in the dark anyway – and he doubted he’d have enough for a bed even if one were available. He’d slept rough before though, mayhap in not quite so exposed and desolate a spot but it would only be one night and he was confident he could make a fire. He had passed a house a little way back from Whiteworks but doubted he’d be welcomed there, looking as disreputable a she did. He’d probably be mistaken from an escapee from the prison… The cottages of the little mining hamlet were really no more than rough walls now but in the lee of one of these he would at least be out of the wind. After a search for about ten minutes though, he discovered that there was no firewood at all. It would be a cold, lonely night. Generally he found it hard to get to sleep anywhere, even in his own bed, but after having walked so far the night before and not having eaten since getting off the bus at Buckfastleigh, a good deal sooner than he’d expected and even in spite of the cold he fell into an exhausted slumber. There had been reports of a “big cat” on Bodmin Moor for some while, but even though sceptics and zoologists had repeatedly dismissed these as fakes or misidentifications türbanlı manisa escort the reports had recently spread to Dartmoor too. Prior to the envelope with crisp bills and the single sheet of paper with just a set of map co-ordinates upon it arriving he really wasn’t that bothered one way or another about the sightings. Still, someone it seemed was prepared to pay him to come here and have a look, and for want of other idleness (And perhaps subconsciously also led there by his lust if not a burgeoning love for the new woman in his life, whom he had so recently found whilst pessimistically scanning dating sites on the internet.) he had found himself searching for a feline needle over a haystack moor. He had though considered a big cat on a moor was a good deal more feasible than a monster in a loch. People – even those stupid and wealthy enough to have a more exotic taste – bored of their pets or who became unable to afford their keep must be abandoning them all the time, and why not just turn one loose and hope it might survive rather than go to the bother of rehoming it?His sleep was fitful at best; it was cold and he was far from comfortable and in the strangely vivid dreams he was having something had disturbed and aroused him…The cat, its coat of gleaming black darker than the night that surrounded them, was big; much larger than a house cat, perhaps the size of a Great Dane. It shouldn’t be here and it terrified him. Its intensely yellow eyes fixed him with a baleful stare and a strikingly pink tongue ran over its top lip. Both man and b**st were perfectly still, staring across a distance of no more than forty yards of the moor. He did not know how long they had stood, just considering one another, but he knew that if he moved or turned to leave it would follow him and it would do so frighteningly swiftly. At length though a low rumble which quickly swelled into a throaty roar came from the great cat; but it seemed to be a howl of pain, not of threat and at the same time the muscles on its svelte flanks seemed to shudder and it fell to the floor writhing in agony. Realising his chance the man turned and ran, helter-skelter forward not sure of his direction just wanting to get away. Gorse bushes and vegetation rose to block his progress but he ran oblivious to the damage these did to his clothes. The silence which followed was almost as terrifying as the howl had been, this though was broken by another, but this was different form the last; of a completely different timbre almost a scream, one of joy and expectation. This died too to be followed by the sounds of eager pursuit. His clothes now having been all torn away by the angry bushes he ran naked; his chest heaving with the effort, his breath hard like broken glass in his throat and his manhood painfully hard was jiggling comically about ahead of him. More scared than he could recall being before, he dared a glance over his shoulder, türbanlı manisa escort bayan his eyes widened in terror and a scream died in his already aching lungs, but still he ran. What followed him now was not more than a few yards behind him, but was not a cat. It had the head of a cat and a tail whipped behind it but it ran on two legs like a human its arms or front legs – he couldn’t decide which – in rhythm with the rise and fall of a quite stunning pair of breasts. It was coal black and it seemed somehow to be smiling wickedly… Fear propelling his feet forward quicker than they had ever run he continued, but knew that very soon he would be caught and could only assume would be consumed. Stupidly he risked another glance to see how close the b**st was to him; it was closing easily and seemed now just to be toying with him. No longer paying attention to where his feet fell he tripped on something and crashed to the ground. There was pain and before he plummeted into u*********sness above him he glimpsed the stars as he lay vulnerably supine.When he awoke it was to find that dawn had come, but he just lay still; listening. Before he raised his head to check he knew the cat – the real cat, not the woman cat which had chased him the night before – was circling him slowly licking its lips. On sensing him wake though it paused and seconds later there came again the terrible human like scream and beneath this a staccato rhythm of sharp snaps. Though his head ached fiercely, the man managed to lift it to see the b**st was somehow changing; not fluidly or with ease, but with an angry, spastic awkwardness. The terrible howl testimony to the pain of this transformation. At last this stopped to be replaced by a slow thankful panting and for a moment or two it too laid still. The man tried to rise but his limbs were heavy and still his head ached, reaching acceptance he stayed still awaiting his terrible fate. Still on his back, something cast a shadow across his face; he rolled back his eyes to see but couldn’t quite manage a clear view. With three light steps so quiet they were at the far edge of his hearing there stood over him the cat woman. He could not help but stare straight up between her legs as she straddled his head. With just the tip of her elegant tail sweeping slowly back and forth, with a fluid grace she lowered herself to a squat just above him. Her – obviously human- most intimate part was now just an inch or so from his mouth. Head still aching, confusion and fear filling it he lay as still as he could and closed his eyes. There was a strangely canine little growl and twice she dipped herself so that her nether lips jarred against his facial ones, they were hot and slightly viscous. Hesitantly, eyes still closed he unclenched his teeth and pressed just the very tip of his tongue to her delta. The growling stopped instantly, and now more daring; he started lapping at türbanlı escort manisa the core of her. After a few seconds of silence her body gently shook with a reverberate purr which crescendoed as his ardour and efforts increased. In a bluringly fast movement she switched from a crouch to kneel over him; her hands – and they were hands, fully fingered , not paws at all – either side of his legs as she lowered the still very feline head to his now grossly swollen part. For a second he was scared from his ministrations as needle sharp teeth nipped playfully feather lightly at his cods, but when a hot, slightly coarse tongue started to expertly caress him he purred a little too. For long minutes his world was encompassed by the scent, taste and heat from her, and hers by his hot rigidity in her throat. Consumed by the task of consuming the other, man and cat, woman found a decadent almost alien joy till each reached a peak, rode through it and then fell into slumber curled about the other, smiling…He woke. It was still dark. His neck and head ached badly, all his muscles were tight and his clothing was wet (Very much so at his loins, and it was not just water that dampened them here.). That was it; he had had enough. No one would turn out even a stranger onto the moor if it was raining and cold. Getting shakily to his feet since he felt oddly drained and dizzy he made for the road and the house he had passed on his way up here. He only needed to walk for half an hour with just enough star light to see the road ahead. In the distance he convinced himself there was a light and though he had no idea of the time he headed toward it. In the daylight the house would seem solidly built of a grey slate coloured stone, standing resistant to the moor’s immensity. But in the dark it seemed a much smaller and less permanent a thing, though one which he still hoped might offer shelter and warmth. Doubting now his own presumption he paused before ringing the bell, just as the wind brought the ghost of a strange a****l howl to his ears. This though convinced him and he pressed the little button to produce a fragile chime deep within the house. Standing, waiting he became all too aware of his state; his aching body and head, his dishevelled, damp clothes; no doubt besmeared with mud and less pleasant things. His confidence gone he turned just before warm, cosy light from a merry little fire in the rustic kitchen’s grate fell across his back. A sultry, educated woman’s voice called to him; “I was wondering when you’d finally get here, I expected you hours ago and was getting not a little worried, come in please darling. Did you find my pussy?” More confused than ever he turned and his hungry eyes greedily ravished the elegant form that stood before him silhouetted by the timid firelight it was all too evident that beneath the black silk of her short little negligee she was naked. Zombielike his steps faltering, he slowly stumbled forward transfixed as she raised her arms to take him in a companionable hug. “Welcome my new friend, my tamer of lions, my darling. There’s so much I want to do to, err, I mean with you. Should we retire straight to bed or would you like me to bathe you first?” She asked pointedly licking her lips. Then she smiled a peculiarly feline smile which soon spread to her bewitchingly yellow eyes…
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