Cat Noir Novels & Stories

“Oh… so you plan on being silent after all the trouble you went through, huh? That’s fine. Just use the chat box. I’ll have you talking eventually. And maybe even more.” She carries the phone, moving through her room, showing mostly her face and her rather sweaty breasts. Which is rather confusing, because last I check the A.C. in her room works just fine. The it hits me, my kitten likes playing with water. For several long seconds, I simply stare at the way her lips wrap around the candy, at the perfect smoothness of her skin under the light, at the slight sheen on her collarbone. She looks better than any fantasy I’ve ever allowed myself.

"Listen to me." Something in his tone stilled me. I didn't dare to move in his arms. He seemed to exhale softly, yet the grip around my waist did not loosen. He was still holding onto my tail with his free hand. "I once had a cat." He fell silent for a long time after that. In fact, it was so long I thought he wouldn't continue. Then, he spoke again. His voice was very soft, and he sounded almost nonchalant about it. "It was called Powder. It had pink and white fur, too. Just like you."

This cat hadn't just been surviving the winter; it had been actively apex-hunting the giant rodents and apex-predating anything else that dared enter its territory. The fifty-pound feline lowered its chest against the counter, its long, thick tail twitching slowly as its yellow eyes shifted from Will to the sharp edge of Joanna's hatchet. It let out a deep, rumbling purr that sounded more like an idling motorcycle engine than a house pet. "Don't move a muscle, Will," Joanna whispered, her eyes locked onto the massive feline. "Come slowly by me." Will swallowed hard, his face pale under his scarf. He took one incredibly cautious, agonizingly slow step backward. Then another.

Milo, 37, shouted "NO! She said Yes! She said No as first word and now Yes at 20! I say No to Yes!" Biscuit's great-great-great-grandkittens, 10 cats, in holy tote bag fifth generation, sneezed from rose...

The cat meowed aggressively. “She regrets nothing,” Kai observed. Mira immediately slumped against the counter, laughing. Jonas pointed dramatically at the animal. “THAT WAS A PLANNED ATTACK.” “She probably just wanted food,” Aren said dryly. Elio eyed the cat suspiciously. “Or she works for the ocean.” “Elio,” Noah said wearily, “not everything works for the ocean.” The cat leisurely jumped down from the fridge, actually snatched a potato off the floor, and sauntered calmly out the open back door.

The meat of the patterned giant-horned antelope retained its unique flavor, complemented by a special sauce, and with every bite, the fragrance lingered in his mouth, bringing immense satisfaction. Logo had always suspected that Catherine often came over for more than just socializing with Xis. The head maid's exquisite cooking was certainly another significant factor. As they were indulging in the delicious meal, time passed in a serene atmosphere, until a plump cat appeared. It was a cloud-white feline with indigo stripes, its body swaying with a visible pouch as it walked leisurely into the dining room, unopposed. Krasu! Logo’s knight companion, a rare and noble cloud thunder tiger from t

No time to rest, no time to breathe—we were officially in the thick of it. The second kitten arrived with far less drama. This one came out wriggling and squawking, as if it had complaints about the lighting. A mess of black, orange, and cream swirled across its tiny body—classic tortie. Ofelia crouched next to me, eyes wide as she whispered, “Freya. She looks like her mama.”

Cat was wide-eyed and silent as she listened to me. Her breathing had increased and I could feel her hard cock grinding back against mine. When she finally was able to speak, she breathed out, "This kitten might just be filled up with her man's hot cum by the time they are both satisfied."

Rayne bit the inside of her lip and considered her answer as her cat purred louder at the sound of his voice. Her animal was clearly intrigued by the vampire which was surprising as her cat didn't usually pay much attention to men around her. But something about the vampire had its attention. Maybe it was his question? He was obviously knowledgeable about wildcats. He knew the black panther was not in fact a panther but a member of either the leopard or jaguar family. That would stroke her cat's ego, that this male was asking an intelligent question about its origins. She considered her options and then went for the truth as she knew it.

Alpha Torin didn’t dwell on his curiosity, he started following the cat, out of his room, out of his packhouse and through the forest in the darkness of the night. The cat darted ahead through the thick trees like it was on a mission. Alpha Torin couldn’t help but realize in that moment that the cat was supernatural. Had the Luna’s been using it for some reasons? He had thought she adored it and bought it. They hadn’t walked far when h the cat suddenly halted and started meowing violently and relentlessly.