Kitty Softpaws Human Novels & Stories

He kneads her belly lazily with his front paw. A short giggle escapes her lips. “Hey. That tickles.” She grabs the paw and puts it back. My wolf wriggles higher on her lap and sticks his snout under her arm. A peal of laughter rings out. “You did that on purpose!” She shoves him back, her fingers slipping into his thick fur. “Oh. Wow. You’re so soft.” I’m not. If I were in human form, my cock would be hard as a rock. As it is—I try not to think about it.

She growls viciously at me, snapping her teeth. “Hello, Sasha. Nice to officially meet you.” I smile at her. Sasha bows her head to me, and her demeanor changes. She acknowledges me as her master if only Ari would be so willing, but her wolf is different. Animals know when to submit, but humans don’t know when to submit. I approach her and then pet her head and scratch her behind her right ear. She almost purrs at my touch, rubbing her head in my hand. Her fur is soft.

The distant voice whispered in her head, but Kitty didn't seem to hear it. Kitty's breath hitched. “How do you know my name?” She stepped back from him. “Oh no, you don't, Pussy Cat.” he gripped her and pulled her to his chest. “You are my mate, after all.” His eyes flickered between black and gold. “Let's get you cleaned up a bit," he whispered against her lips. Kitty was frozen in the spot. She watched him pour warm water into a pan from an old kettle, and then he placed the pan on the table. Her body trembled as her views followed him, striding majestically towards her. He curled his fingers gently at her waist and lifted her, then set her to sit on the table next to the pan of heated wat

He’d even send me some of his shirts, knowing that I’ve always enjoyed sleeping in them. Hell, on Valentine’s day he even sent me a kitten. She was a beautiful orange and white polydactyl that I named Beretta, and she had an extra thumb on each paw and an obsession with carrying my knives in her mouth. The letter that came with her described how she’s beautiful and unique, just like me, and how I wouldn’t have to sleep alone for the time being.

The rock shifted and moved, wrapping itself around her arm. “This is Kiss. He is a boa python and has melanism, meaning he is all black.” She unwound him from her arm and offered Kiss to Pagan. “I also have Hug, she is an albino boa. She’s on loan to the zoo right now.” "So cool." He whispered. “Gertie has two kittens, but they stay upstairs.” “She doesn’t like your babies?” Pagan asked. “Not at all.” Shiloh smiled as she took Kiss back and returned him to his enclosure. “The ladies need to go back too.”

“I know. I will speak to your momma and dads. Lucky is a good man. We need to leave. Erm, what is that thing?” I ask when she shifts in my arms and looks at the big cat. “That is a Patger. She is really sweet.” She says, well I wouldn’t use the word sweet after she has just killed someone and maimed others. But whatever. She kisses my jaw and I look down at her. I lift her higher and move in to kiss her. She pulls away, covering her mouth with her hand.

I admit while rubbing my bump smoothing my shirt that rode up. “Congratulations on your pups, it’s not brave to do what’s right. I should have done more long ago and fought for the women of our pack, I’m stronger than most of our warriors. Alpha Lucas treats us like slaves and makes anyone who disagrees with him rogue without a second thought,” Kitty speaks with a sad nearly lost expression when I grab her hand and motioning for her to sit across from me.

“My pussy cat smells so good.” Pandora flinched, slightly amused by Kingston’s continued sniffing of her scent. The man wasn’t alone. He’d brought three kittens; cute and adorable. If Pandora had to guess, the face and build of the hybrid cat resembled a puma, but its markings and stripes were like those of a cheetah. “I want to hold one.” They were still small. Not nearly as intimidating as Kingston’s other cats. Pandora picked one up. She stroked the cat’s soft fur. She giggled as Kingston’s intense gaze fixed on her.

His head on his paws. “Go ahead, touch him…I promise he won’t bite” Iris seems to be fighting an internal battle. Finally she pushes her hand forward and touches his coat. She starts petting Kai as if he was a dog. “Good wolfie” she says before turning to me. “He’s so soft”