Cat Trembling Legs Novels & Stories

My legs betrayed me. They trembled violently, refusing to obey no matter how desperately my mind screamed at them. I opened my mouth to cry out, but no sound came- my voice had magically vanished completely. Panic surged in me, thick and choking. The air felt dense, like I was breathing through water, each breath shallow and useless. I slipped from the chair and hit the floor hard. Cold marble pressed against my skin as I dragged myself forward, my arms shaking, my body already weakening. I crawled toward the center table, every inch an unbearable effort. My lungs burned. My chest ached.

I said nervously. Tyler leaned forward then, pointing at my shin. “If I get this right,” he said, “then you have to roll your leggings up. I get to see skin for each one I get right.” He gently ran his finger down the length of my shin, pursing his lips. “I remember this one started with a ‘t’,” he said. “Was it ‘titila’?” “Tibia,” I corrected. “Tibia,” he echoed. “And there were two. That means the back one…” He turned his hand and ran a few fingers back up my calf. “That’s the fibula, right?”

My right leg starts to tremble involuntarily. He's immersed deeply enough to sense how wet I have become. It exceeds his expectations, yet he cherishes every drop that soaks through my bikini to ease his touch. Briefly breaking our kiss, he feels my lips quivering against his. Aware that I am nearing my limit, he rises smoothly to his feet, crouches with instant balance, and scoops me into his strong arms. His embrace is tight, and I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck.

He took a step back, watching her stricken face. Her legs shook as she struggled to stand on her own, her knees felt weak, her hands weakly tried to hold on to the slippery wall, failing. But more prominently, she realised, the throb in between her legs was most weakening, distracting.

He landed on shaking knees, biting his lips to endure the pain of his legs peeling. He looked at his leg, watching the burn and demonic aura, slowly slithering further up his legs.

It was the sound someone makes when they’ve been terrified and haven’t admitted it to themselves yet. I tried to rise on my own, but my legs trembled so badly the booth rattled against the wall. His jaw clenched once—hard—and before I could protest, he stepped into the booth’s narrow entrance, bent, and slid an arm beneath my knees. The other arm came around my back, steady and unyielding, and the world tilted as he lifted me effortlessly.

Orhan… probably upstairs, lost in some complex Lego fortress or sketching blueprints for world domination. I didn’t make it far. My vision was swimming. The tremors started in my hands, a fine, violent shaking that traveled up my arms and seized my entire body. My lips trembled so hard I bit down on them, the coppery taste of blood and the pointless pain that did nothing to stop the avalanche crashing down inside me.

Like water leaving a broken vessel. My legs trembled. My muscles ached. The fury that had driven me vanished, leaving only weakness behind. I tried to straighten. Tried to stand like myself. But I wasn’t myself. I looked down— And froze. Clawed hands. Dark fur. Limbs too large. Body too heavy. Too wrong. My throat tightened. No. No. This was not possible. I wanted to scream, but what left me was a rough sound that barely sounded human.

I ordered as I helped him up but before he could take a step forward, his legs wobbled and he sank back into the chair. “My legs feel weak.” He confessed as he looked up at me in confusion. “I can walk, it doesn't hurt, it just won't stop trembling.” He added and for a moment, I couldn't help the pride that coursed through me as I admired him for the millionth time today. “It's normal. You had an explosive orgasm after all. Wait here, I'll go get the first aid box.” I muttered with a grin and left before he could utter another word.

The relief was palpable. “Fuck! Daddyyyy…” My legs shook uncontrollably. I screamed, my eyes seeing stars, and my hands shot out to grip his arm, biting my lips. “That's it. Come for me.” My legs shook as I creamed his fingers, my pussy clenching and unclenching. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I exclaimed frantically. As I regained my composure, my legs stopped trembling, and the sensation inside me gradually faded, though my thighs tingled.