Thread: The fools choice. But the right one.

she huffed and then sniffed like she was a high bred lady. i do not understand jokes. in fact, she wasn't really sure what a joke was. but it is uncomfortable, the stupid thing itches. she admitted with a sulk as she fingered the magical lock on the back. i should have gotten the key from the stupid prince. she grumbled as she blinked at him. ... so it is a sign of respect? she asked, looking startled before frowning, considering that for a long moment before nodding. very well. i will let people call me... Ma'am, i suppose. she grumbled, smiling as he stroked her hair again. she loved it when he did that. it felt just... so good to have his hand in her hair, and she nuzzled his hand anytime he paused too long, like a cat begging for more. really, most of her mannerisms, really where that of any common barn cat. it is very lonely, to live by ones self. she murmured softly before scowling at him. a Virgin, that's what i said! she complained, smiling as she examined those wide eyes of his. was he a virgin too? or gay? was that why he was in such control of himself? well... she could handle it if he was gay, a lot of gay men liked breasts, she could grow a cock for him if she had to. i will stay with you until the hurts are gone. she promised, smiling. and then i will stay with you, simply because i am yours. she purred, leaning into the stroke on her ear, arching her back a little, loud purrs erupting from her again. clearly, she loved having her ears played with. she smiled happily with his agreement to let her travel with him, and a flash of wicked delight ran through her eyes as she snuggled into him, her hand settling onto his crotch with a gasp of surprise. well. there goes my Gay theory. she teased, smirking as her warm, soft paw stroked his length playfully, just her fingertips stroking him, teasing him. i have never met such a male as yourself... so in control of yourself. she muttered, smiling a little as she studied him before chuckling. well, i suppose i will just have to show you that you don't have to control yourself then. she muttered, looking curious as she examined his length. i've never done this before though, you must tell me if i'm doing it wrong. she ordered, sliding down his chest to bury her nose in his crotch. the prince was always shoving her face into that area, telling her to lick. he always got bit, usually on the hand that was holding her hair far too tightly, but she would not bite Arch... the thought of Arch gripping her hair too tight... only made her blood boil all the more eagerly. so her tongue came out, and stroked the bulge in his pants, running the length, well, what she could see anyway. she stroked it with her tongue, again and again, before her curious fingers tugged down his pants, gasping as he spread out and smacked her on the cheek, her eyes wide. you are MUCH larger than the stupid prince. she admitted, blinking at it, her head tilted. it is prettier too... she admitted, her fingers stroking it curiously, exploring his flesh, curious about the male's penis. she'd never really seen such a thing until the prince's, and that was was rather ugly. it was no wonder he didn't have a wife, he was too little and too ugly to have a mate. she licked her lips, looking just a little nervous, but her tongue stroked his tip curiously, tasting him, exploring him, enjoying him.