Cat Licked Chocolate Novels & Stories

Max continued, "you needed to touch the moon to know Selene was really there." I watched the kids argue over what kind of cake they'd have at their wedding. "We never did come to a conclusion on that did we?" "No, I just knew it couldn't be chocolate." "Why's that?" "Because dogs can't eat chocolate and they are decedents of wolves, like dogs are. Therefore chocolate equals death. And I wouldn't want to murder a majority of our wedding guests." I sat back and pushed myself into his soft fur. "We can eat chocolate, but thank you for being so thoughtful about that, my Luna. You already show such care and respect for our kind." I could hear his heart beating.

Kids this age, especially if they were in a home with a strict upbringing, could not eat candy as they pleased. She immediately unwrapped a piece of candy and placed it near Chatty’s mouth to tempt her. “Open your mouth. I won’t tell anyone...” Chatty blinked her big eyes and tentatively licked the candy with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes lit up instantly. She quickly stuffed the bite-sized candy into her mouth, which bulged like a little squirrel. At this moment, someone at the door suddenly ran over. “What are you feeding her?” Julie watched in shock.

We have to decide which movie we are going to see, as Kat has never seen one. Micky comes in and closes the door. He puts the bag down on the bed. Kat peeks in the bag to see what it is, and happily gets a chocolate. He throws himself on the width of the bed, on his friends fets, grabs his pillow and screams. - My pillow. How I missed you.

Aries POV: "What do you want to know, kitten?" "Well," Charlotte looked up from her half eaten plate of dessert. The warmth from her hot pie slowly melted her chocolate ice cream into a half-thawed brown soup. Hot apple pie and chunky chocolate ice cream sprinkled with chopped pecans and chocolate syrup didn't seem like the best combination but Charlotte seemed to love it. "I k-know that your kings and that y-your........Lycans?" "Good girl." Theós purred out.

After dropping the cupcakes, she tilted over, and her tits caught my eyes quickly sending a sparking sensation down my spine. All that replaced my head was Angel. A voice whispered her name in my heart, streaming through me like an electric wave. She was horny. I could see in her eyes that she wanted something. Something that I couldn't give to her. Because it was wrong. I cast my eyes away before I could do something I’d regret. It took a lot of willpower to look away because her boobs were tempting but I had jo choice. That night was a colossal mistake. One Elva could never find out about. She left, without a word.

My eyes turn big when his hand spreads my folds and licks my cunt with his tongue, startled my hand automatically clutching his hair not knowing if I should pull him away or shove him deeper into my private part. “ How about this, Kitten? Do you like me tasting and licking you here?” Clyde's seductive orbs make me want to shut my eyes, but suddenly he licks me again and I can't help but utter “ fuck! I like both your finger and mouth Clyde!” Shit! It was embarrassing to admit it but the way he was teasing me today was so different. He had this dark dangerous vibe around him like he was possessed.

I repeated it confidently, and the same thing happened, making me giggle and Claire chuckle at the scene. „I guess the girl likes it. Don’t you, Fireball?” Claire questioned, and the kitten confirmed with a meow. I took the two cups of herbal tea to the dining table, and Claire pulled an apple strudel from her bag, cut it into several pieces, and placed it between us. Instantly, I put one piece on my plate, and with my fingers, I started to separate it into small pieces. „If you think to offer it to the lynx, you better quit. It needs nutrition, not things that can choke on.” Claire informed me as she bit into her big piece.

The videos online appeared to have already been taken down. But there were still people in the comments sections claiming to have copies. I personally couldn't understand why anyone would want to watch it. I did want to know, however, how Clint—the man Steven so firmly believed could persuade me that decent men still exist—would react to all this. There was a soft scratching sound coming from outside my door. I opened it to find a snow-white fluffball with a note tied to its collar and a box of chocolate at its feet. I picked up the cat and carefully removed the note.

At least they were familiar faces in this madhouse. But before I could take a single step toward them, a hand clamped onto mine. I turned, and my breath caught. Kika. Her eyes burned into mine, both her hands wrapped in thick bandages, crutches tucked awkwardly under her arms. How the hell is she even here? I thought, my stomach twisting. I paralyzed her… “Congratulations on becoming the 100th wild cat,” Kika said with a faint smile, her voice surprisingly calm. “Thank you,” I replied, trying to mirror her expression, though my gaze kept drifting to her bandaged arms. She looked like she was barely standing. “I’m really sorry for all this,” I added, gesturing toward her injuries.

Caty didn’t hesitate. She lowered her head and pressed her soft lips against the burning tip of his manhood. A slow, guttural groan escaped his throat. And it seemed like Caty liked the sound of it, because she grew bolder. She parted her sweet, little mouth, let her tongue slip out, and began licking the tip; tasting him, teasing him. Licking as though he were some kind of ice cream. The next few moments were almost too much for him to endure.