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[dommecat]

oh, to be woken by your mistress, her hips already pressing and rutting against yours. She need to breed her eggs into you, so many, right now - of course she may, your mistress. You're hers, her toy, to fuck however and whenever she wants - you're already wet, from her cock nudging against your thighs, her ovipositor throbbing just below it. You feel how much she needs it; please, mistress, you tell her: take. Make use of your toy.

You're too drowsy to move much, limbs still heavy with sleep - but that doesn't matter, does it, when she is so big and strong, when she can pick you up with her four arms, and bend and handle you to wherever she need you. You are limp in her grasp, moaning already, weightless and powerless. Your arms flop and flail, your legs are dangling down from her forearms - and she cradles your head so gently, so carefully; thank you, mistress.

She pull you close, fucks you onto your ovipositor, and you would arch your back at being filled, if you weren't still so slack with sleep. You do moan, and she moans with you, and you can feel the first egg already halfway down and pressing against your entrance, big as a hen's egg but with more give. It spreads your cunt wide, moving into you as you she moves you up and down her ovipositor, deeper and deeper with every thrust.

She roars, softly, mutedly, as the egg drops from her ovipositor into your cunt; you can feel it hit your insides and you moan, loud and unthinking. Your eyes are rolled back and barely open, your mouth hangs slack and weeps with drool at being handled, being used, being fucked into, being given your mistress' eggs. You're her toy, you'll carry her eggs for her, you'll bear her young. The next one is already coming, inflating her ovipositor as it slides along, spreading your cunt again, moving within her within you; you shudder at the sensations, and moan as she pulls you into her again, sinking you onto her to the hilt as the second egg drops, jostling the first.

You can feel them move against your walls, pressing into them, bulging them out; you can feel her ovipositor pushing them out of its way as she keeps fucking you onto it. A third egg pushes against the entrance of your cunt, moving inexorably down her ovipositor and into you, vying for space in between its two siblings and her ovipositor; you groan as your cunt stretches and spreads to accommodate them all, as she keeps moving you onto her, faster and faster, your head lolling as her arms pump you against her like the fucktoy that you are.

She roars again, louder this time; she feels the tightness too and it drives her wild. You can feel her head tremble as she drops it onto your shoulder; tremble as she holds back from sinking her fangs into you - your mistress doesn't want to hurt you, no matter that the mating bite is instinctive for her species. Her hips rut against you, her arms pump you into her, at an almost frenzied pace that has you moaning continuously in bliss - you're awake enough now to be aware of what she is doing and enjoy it, but still drowsy enough not to have all that much control over your limbs - but who needs that, when she has her hold on you so fully, so intently, when she knows exactly what she wants and how to take it.

You both roar when the third egg drops; you come for the first time, cunt clenching around the precious load, limbs twitching uncontrollably. Her reaction is instantaneous: she pulls you off her ovipositor (you wail at the loss), she flips you over so your ass is up and your face is down, she lines you up, and she presses you against the tip of her cock.

Your cunt is still clenching, wet and weeping, opening and closing from coming and from being deprived of her ovipositor; her tip slides in immediately, easily. You wail again, in bliss this time; her cock is thick and you are already full; it feels so good, so good. So tight, so full, god; you can feel her tremble again, holding back again - it's her love for you, her care that you should enjoy this too, that makes her go slow as she pushes you onto her cock. You both groan as her cock nudges into the first egg, which in turn nudges the other two, all of them pressing against your walls, bulging them out to accommodate it all. Slowly but steadily, inexorably, she pulls you towards her, all four hands lifting you, holding you, clamped around your hips and shoulders and forcing you onto her cock.

Your head lolls, arches, lolls; your eyes flutter shut, roll back, fly open; your mouth hangs slack, full of your moans, drool seeping down onto the bed far below. You are slack, you are limp, your limbs hang loose, twitching, swaying, your whole body is trembling, waiting, begging - you are a toy to be fucked, to be bred, to be filled with your mistress' eggs and her cock and her come, to carry her young and birth them for her, over and over and over. And god, it feels so good. You feel so full already, and you know your belly is bulging, fat with her eggs and her cock, soon to be fat and full with her come.

Closer and closer she pulls you, pushing you down on her cock, inch by inescapable inch. Her cock fills you, fills your senses, your brain, your world; your cunt clenches around it and releases, clenches and releases, softening and spreading and stretching to accept all that she's giving you, like a good toy does. Her cock hits that certain spot and you cry out, wild and rough, you come in shudders and twitches and brainless moans, and still she keeps going. Still she keeps going. She's not even halfway in, and she needs you to take her to the hilt.

Orgasm softens your cunt further, and she uses the yield and starts thrusting you onto her cock, small insistent movements that grow longer and slower the deeper she sinks you onto her cock. Your senses roar with it, building with every thrust, every pull of her arms that rocks you against her, in and in until, with a deep, groaning roar, she buries herself in you.

She stills for a moment. For a moment, everything hangs in breathless balance, in acknowledgement and anticipation.

And then she starts to fuck you in earnest. Her arms move your body, your cunt, *her* cunt, her fucktoy, up and down her cock, slow at first and then faster and faster; you are powerless in her grasp, mindless in bliss; you come again, wailing and keening, cunt clenching around her cock--

Her roar joins your wail as her knot begins to swell, in preparation for the load she's about to shoot into you. Your wail rises in urgency as her knot spreads your cunt; she's till fucking you onto her cock but now it's a full on rut, holding you to her hips as she rocks you both, huffing and groaning as her climax builds. Your toes curl - the only part of you that actually moves - you're building too, filled to the brim, ready to be bred--

She roars out loud, fully unfettered as she comes, slamming you into her hips as her cock begins to spurt. And then she brings her head down close, bends your body up - the change in angle makes you cry out in bliss as her cock is shoved into your spot - and she sinks her fangs into the crook of your neck, right where it meets your shoulder. You're the one roaring now; it doesn't even hurt, there are so many sensations flooding your body. Her voice is muffled; she keeps rutting you, keeps spurting her come into you, filling your cunt with her seed to bring life to her eggs. You can feel it sloshing within you, can feel every move of cock, eggs, knot, come; you come again and again, shaking and flailing and held in her grip.

Her eggs will grow in you, and one day she'll fuck you open so that they can come out again, ready for the brooding. The thought swirls vaguely in your mind as you come to some of your senses, hanging limply in her grip, knot still plugging your cunt, come still rolling inside of you like waves on a beach. Your cunt clenches weakly around all that's inside of you, and you smile.

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I'm preparing something for you, pet.

Come here. Splay your hand just above — right there. Feel that?

Those are for you, my eggs.

It feels good, filling myself with these, knowing I'm going to fill you with them later.

My litter, for you, pet.

I see how you shiver just thinking about it...

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I've just had you, pet, and I want you again.

I want to pin you down and run my lips and tongue over every square inch of your skin, seeking out all the spots that make you twitch and moan, softly experimenting.

I want to smear my cunt over your skin, mark you with my arousal and let you feel just how wet you make me.

I want to fill your cunt, with my fingers my thumb my fist, and feel you spread and clench around me.

I want to drag your tongue to my cunt to have you lick up this mess, and if you make me keep dripping, well, you'll just have to keep licking.

I want to kiss you, skin against skin, lick my arousal off your lips and press even closer.

My body craves yours, pet, and I want you again today.

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Let me have you, pet, please.

Let me tug you into me. Let me press my hips, my whole body into you. Let me make you feel how much I want you.

Let me hold you by your hair and kiss you, your neck your ear your lips your jaw. Let me run my tongue along your collarbone, admire your skin with my lips and little nudges of my nose before I lick into the crease of your ear. Let me back you into the nearest soft surface, push you down and hold you as you writhe.

Let me work you open, with my fingers your toys my tongue. Let me ease myself into you, groaning softly with the effort of going slowly, until you can take me. Let me fuck into you, my cock our toys my knot my come.

I've missed you like this, pet, filled with me and begging my permission to fall apart.

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I want to make you come, pet.

I want to plunge into you and kiss your neck and feel you fall apart so fast and hard like I know you've been waiting for.

And then I want to make you come again, slow and savoring, as many times as you can stand.

I want to make you come for me, pet, until you're blissed-out and good-shivering and limp and satiated.

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You're not just mine to fuck, pet.

You're mine to make sure you're well, and resting, and looking after yourself, to the extent I can and you'll let me. You're mine to care for, too, and that, too, is an honor.

Any time you care to give me is an honor.

Thank you for letting me be there for you and care for you, even a little.

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You whine and you beg so gorgeously for me, pet.

Let me put my lips on your skin, and I'll hold you when you melt.

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It's times like this when I wish I were with you, pet.

I could tie you up with ice on your wrists. You're resting those for me. No arguments.

I could tie your ankles down, too. Legs open for me, just because I want to, just because I want to play with you, because I want your cunt (our cunt) available to me.

I could lay you back, climb on top of you and kiss you. I could grip your hair and turn your head to the side so I could get at your neck and ear.

I could make you my gorgeous fucktoy, my precious plaything, and all you'd have to say is "yes, mistress" if I ask you a question. I won't ask too much, though — I know what my toy likes, and I love that I know that.

I could lay you out for me, work you open for me, stretch our gorgeous cunt for me. And then I could fuck you, knot you, fill you again and again until we're both spent.

And you wouldn't have to lift a finger.

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I want to walk with you hand-in-hand, pet.

I want to walk with you, and find some secluded corner. I want to crowd you up against a wall, and reach up to curl my fingers around your neck. I want to gently grip your hair, and tug your head down to me, so I can take your earlobe between my lips.

I want to whisper to you exactly what I want to do to you later: how I can't wait to feel how wet you get for me, how you'll buck and arch and writhe, how I'll tie you down and make you watch and wait as I run my tongue over you, as I use you to get myself off, how you'll clench around my fingers as I make you come, too.

I want to watch you blush. I want to kiss along your jaw and feel it go slack. I want to feel you heated cheeks beneath my lips, and I want to watch you adoringly as I hug you tightly and help you put yourself back together.

I want to walk with you, pet, and take you somewhere I can make good on my promises.

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I want to play with you, pet.

I want to grip your hair and gently remind you what I can do to you. I want to murmur in your ear, gently kiss behind it and watch you melt. I want to straddle your lap, pin you to the couch and make you blush.

You blush and melt so gorgeously for me, pet.

Is it any wonder I love making you do so?

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Hey there, pet. How're you —?

Yeah, you can smell me, can't you? You're so cute when you wiggle, when you can't help but wag not just your tail but your whole body.

Well, you know what I want, then.

Good, pet. Already presenting yourself for me.

Your fur is so soft.

I know you're not quite ready for me yet. It's okay. Just let me play with you.

You like it when I play with your sheath? Gently massage it, run my fingers over the top?

You open up for me so gorgeously, like a flower blooming. The tip of your cock against my fingertips...

I love your soft little whines, the way you can't help but thrust your hips into my hand. I'll have you soon enough, my sweet pet.

Mmm, you're leaking. Do you want a taste?

Of me? Sure, pet. You know how wet I am.

Oh, you're ready for me now? Lie do— Good, pet.

You're so good for me. Fuck, let me take you. Just, let me take you.

You feel so good, pet. You fill me so well, fuck, you made me shudder and clench and —

Yes, my pet, my wolf, give me your knot, give me —

Fuck, pet! Fuck me, drag my hips back and forth, locked on your knot and still trying to fuck me deeper. I love how you can't quite help it, so desperate for me like I'm desperate for you.

But you're going to wait, aren't you? You're going to wait.

I know, pet, but you're so gorgeous for me like this, whining and panting and begging with your eyes. You're my pet, and you'll wait.

Fuck, fuckfuckfu-ck!

Come for me.

Yes, my wolf, give me your cum. My tribute, your obedience, your desperation.

I will take it from you. I will clench around your knot until you're spent and utterly exhausted.

Was that good, my pet? You're happy.

Yeah, I'm happy too. Thank you, my sweet pet.

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I swear I'm in rut, pet, I swear I'm in heat, and you have me whining.

You have me whining in the back of my throat, huffing, almost-growling. I'll treat you well, I'll treat you gently, but I'm hard wet needy and I want you.

I want you, my pet. I want your soft warm cunt to bury myself in; I want your body against mine to stroke hold claim. I want you in my cunt too, three fingers, four, curling around toys. Let me lose my mind, let me lose myself in you.

I'm needy, pet, and I'm greedy for you.

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I want to consume you, pet.

I want to pin you down and kiss you senseless, kiss you and grasp at your skin until both of us are senseless, or close to it.

I want to tell you how mine you are, entirely mine, until it's the only thing you're aware of: me, and you are for me.

I want to press myself into you, cock throbbing, claiming, claiming. Open yourself for me, pet, like that, and I'll be gentle with my toy I fuck.

I want to take you into me, cunt clenching, claiming, this way, too. Give yourself to me, pet, in any way you can, and I will anoint you with my pleasure.

I want to kiss your skin, all over, explore you with my mouth. Let me tease every twitch and squirm and sigh and moan from you, and then do it again, claiming every inch of your skin with my tongue.

My pet, my toy I crave, spread out for me, fucked so well you can't speak, only moaning in bliss as I take what's mine again.

I want you, and it sometimes feels all-consuming.

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You say I'm good, pet, that I dominate you well.

It's because you make me good, my treasured pet.

You're so very communicative; you tell me what you like and don't like, what you're fantasizing about, what you'd enjoy me doing to you. You're open, so open, to ideas, to me, to thoughts and emotions and talking. You're willing to be patient with me, as I learn you. You're honest; you tell me when something isn't working, or if you're uncomfortable, or if today isn't the day for any particular thing. And you're willing to trust me, and keep trusting me.

I'm so honored you trust me with this part of yourself.

And then, having handed me the keys to you, you let me pin you down and work you over, lovingly; you sink into me and fall apart so eagerly, so gorgeously.

I have the very best pet, and I adore you.

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You are so good to me, pet. You make me soar, you make me come, so often and so well, in your cunt, on your tongue, on your cock.

You fuck me so well, my treasured toy; I love using you, and getting off on you, and hearing you moan in bliss as I do. I will anoint you with my arousal and I know you will thank me for it.

I think about you, about us, like that, and my cunt clenches and aches for you all over again.

Thank you, pet, for being mine, for everything you give me.

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I've passed the point of desperate arousal, pet, and now there's just a low, constant throb in my cunt for you.

I want your mouth, on my tender tits, on my stiff nipples, on my slick cunt. I want your tongue swirling, my arousal coating your lips like a glaze for both of us to lick off.

I want to pin you down and press my cunt against you, demanding, voracious, mindlessly grinding against you and using your body to get myself off like the toy you are.

I know your little movements will coax out my cock. I know your breath will catch in your throat and you'll beg for it inside you, filling you, stretching you. I know, pet, you'll be gloriously soaked as I push my fingers into you, stretching our cunt for me.

I know you'll take the toys I give you, panting desperately and whining for more. I know you'll fuck yourself so well onto my cock, hips bucking even as I pin you down and fill you, and fill you, and show you you're mine.

I know you'll beg for me to let you come, and fall apart in my arms when I tell you you may. I know you'll relish my come slick inside you, and I'll wrap my arms around you and hold you and tell you how amazing you are for me until you're ready for more.

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I touch myself, pet, and I want you.

I want your cunt, spread wide, dripping with your arousal and mine, as a cock fucks into the toys inside you. A dear friend's, perhaps, or a complete stranger's, as more watch us.

I want your breasts in my hands; I want to knead them and feel you press into me, hear you moan.

I want to mount you, pet: you on your hands and knees, presenting, me above you, softly growling and setting my lips and tongue to the back of your neck.

I want to press into you and feel your ass spread around my cock, around my knot. I want to claim you like that and not care who sees.

I want to grasp your hips and circle your clit and hear you beg me to fuck you and fill you even more than you already are.