Craftycorn X Catnap Novels & Stories

The men biting and slavering on my tits and nipples, kissing me, pushing their tongues into my mouth so I could taste their foul breath. Mac had noticed throughout the evening several men videoing all the action and were still recording it now. I saw him walk over to them and asked if he could have a copy of the finished tape. He told me later that they were selling them at fifty pounds each, but as it was his whore who was making them the money, he could have one for nothing and to call back at the club in a few days for it, and to bring the slut with him as they added we can give her another good time, they laughed. “Maybe I will,” he said he had replied, grinning.

“A bombshell like ye? Ye’ll have yer pick." Cat actually blushed. Fucking blushed. I didn’t know she could blush. I grinned. “Snag ye a hottie, babe. Make yer ex real jealous when we post a thirst trap of ye makin’ out with a plaid wrapped Highland God.” “Please,” she muttered, fanning herself with a magazine. “Manifesting that shit right now.” Keiran raised a brow. “They’ll be here by tomorrow mornin’. Hope yer ready.” “Oh, I was born ready,” Cat said, and then under her breath added, “I’m getting a wax tonight.” We barely made it down the steps of the sleek ass rooftop sushi bar before the vultures descended.

Kat replenished my cock with coke immediately. "My turn," she said. She sniffed it up effortlessly. "Fuck me, I love cocaine," she said. She and Caitlyn almost simultaneously turned their attention to me. Kat put her tongue on my cock and made a big show of slowly licking up and down it. Caitlyn took a turn after her. "Are we good coke sluts for you, daddy?" Kat asked.

I pick out light blue faded jeans that look like it’ll squeeze the fuck out of his thick thighs and ass. He has a bunch of crop tops and I choose a white tight long-sleeved jersey type one and just as I look through his other cupboards; I find a drawer full of harnesses and pick out one with leather straps and chains. >Check if my Kitten has a collar< Cyro says jumping up and down. I do as he says and rummage through his stuff, just as he thought. I found a nice thick collar with diamonds on it. I set it on the bed with his clothes and pick out socks and a pair of white sneakers similar to my Cyro’s.

The inwardly sloping ceiling is painted taffy-pink and plastered with leopard prints; posters of kittens that would’ve looked cute and at home on the web but were printed and blown up so they’re just scary; magazine cutouts of the Pope; painting replicas of the Virgin Mary and Jesus; and posters of quotes like: | Dance like no one is watching {Love} LIKE YOU’VE NEVER BEEN HURT {Sing} LIKE NO ONE IS LISTENING {Live} LIKE HEAVEN IS ON EARTH | interspersed with images of Snoopy, Kate’s fave dog character along with Odie. Those few, tiny images of Snoopy never fail to remind Kate of Ecto 2.0 and the painful moment when she repeatedly commanded it to “stay” and, finally, “shut down” on the day th

I ask her, having some experience with sick puppies, they'll never take the medicine, but juice mixed with the medicine that they would take. "Mhm," she agrees to juice nodding, I got one of the new cups we got her, the one with a sippy cup top, I mixed the juice with the med and gave it to her, she drank the whole thing without much fuss. "You wanna sleep in my bed tonight?" I ask her. "And Mathew?" she asks me. "Kitten, I am Mathew," I say checking her fever again, was the thermometer broken or something? "Mathew my gwumpy octopus," she says, oh right, the toy named after me.

he whispered, looking towards me then looked at Toma with joy. "Yeah, I thought you might want that since you've been having trouble." I gave them sweet looks. Toma giggled and turned into his dragon form, starting to play with the cat nip he received. Toru watched him curiously then shifted too, jumping up on the couch as his kimono fell to the floor again. He laid his ears back and snuck up, curiously sniffing the catnip Toma had. Toma pounced on Toru and nuzzled his head into his fur. Toru yelped and then wagged his tail, giving a playful growl then smelled the catnip again. I saw his ears start to twitch and he fell over into Toma, giggling. Toma giggled back and knocked the catnip into

The night is still young but most of the captives were fast asleep. Some were in the ground and some found places where they could comfortably lay down. The blood-drinkers were back on their carriage after doing another routine of their nightly amusements with the other captives. They had beat up a man for asking for another round of food it wasn’t something the two vampires were pretty keen about. With Matthias back to The Yonder, Sebastien was left outside to join the rest of us.

Agent reset some of the gold energy wires so Doll's arms were raised a bit higher and his body was exposed even more. "Oh, I suppose there is no harm in telling you.” Agent sounded like he wanted to brag about his creation. “It's a highly addictive form of catnip. I find a lot of toms when they get excited, they like to pierce flesh. They are such animals. But when they get a hint of the catnip in your blood, they get more crazed. The need to have you becomes undeniable. The drawback for you is you'll want more of it, the catnip and the felines’ primitive violence."

I reign in my shock at the expensive art hanging up, not really paying attention to where I am walking. Then I am colliding head on with what felt like a wall of granite. I glance up and look straight into the same smoky grey eyes that lurked in every corner of my dreams last night. Um. What. My brain is short-circuiting. “Wha— um. What?” Eloquent, Kat. He raises his eyebrows, clearly amused at my discombobulation. And, shit, I am staring. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out.