Scary Games Cat Scratch Novels & Stories

She threw her head back with her eyes shut and spread her legs wider. "I'm cumming!" She screamed, he stopped and pulled his fingers and tongue back. "Don't, not just yet.." he stepped down from the bed and took off his boxers. The tip of his dick was red, he got on the bed again. Spread already spread legs, he held his rod and stroked it. He teased her entrance with his dick, he smirked when he saw the stink eye she was giving him. He finally thrust into her anticipating pussy, he was rough, it was more of a slam than a thrust. "Oh gosh, fuck yeah..." She screamed when he slammed into her.

she try to say something when someone come from behind . "CAT" he hoot in her ear and she jumped in her spot before turning with a flash of light. Her big bambi eyes look at them scared when the cat from basin get up and lick her arm. A loud scream with a barrel of laugh echoed in the room. She is continously screaming jumping on her spot making the cat closed her ears with her tiny paws . Finally when her throat give up she stop coughing a little. She look up only to find the two devils standing closing their ears and when she turn around the cat look at her with done expression. And now she know she got pranked.

“She won’t get down, she hates walking. Excuse me, sir, may my cat ride your cow?” Geal just shrugged. The witch's cat walked back and forth, up and down my back as I walked. I just kept plodding along, trying not to flinch as it kneaded my backside with its claws. I pretended to be just another cow, then he bit my ear. Mooing, I shook my head hard. I refused to shift. I couldn’t risk it as the cat kept walking back and forth up my spine. When it started chewing on one of my horns, Scarlett reached out and swatted the cat off my neck. She patted my shoulder.

They are lucky I wasn't wearing my heels today. I tried to control my grin when I saw small peepee guy's crooked nose. Scar looked at me confused and I mouthed to her who the second dick was. "Well well well, look what the cat dragged in", Crusty clapped his hands once, and what looked like a smirk appeared on his face making me roll my eyes. " More like you fucking chased us, but ok", Scar shrugged her shoulders making me grin widely. Crusty and small both clenched their jaws, the smirks vanishing off their faces.

“Okay… uh… Unicorn! Yes, unicorn.” That's not even a real guess. The brat isn't even trying. “Ice… fucking… cold.” He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Okay… then what else can be silver or white… uh… yes!” She snaps her fingers. “A white rat!” His eyes roll unamused. “You’re ruining a perfectly good game.” “You see? I was right. A white rat!” “They have red eyes.” Dorian looks down at his fingernails now.

Scott-cat growls and me and I growl back. “What is your damage?” Eliza asks, taking the bottle of wine from me. “On second thought, I don’t want to know. What I do want to know is how you’re going to get that fucking dingus brother of yours to remove the violations. We can’t open again until they’re clear.” “He’ll remove them, I’m sure…once he has opposable thumbs again.” “What the hell are you talking about?” I sweep my hand out at Scott-Cat, who hisses and growls and makes a move to jump off the counter but stops. He’s not used to walking on four legs.

The rich sound filled the car and seeped beneath my skin, where it transformed into a bloom of pleasure. "You truly come up with the most flattering comparisons." His dry tone contrasted with the sparkle in his eyes. My stomach swooped like l'd just plunged down the slope of a rollercoaster. The sight of a laughing, unguarded Dante was utterly catastrophic for my ovaries. "It's a talent I honed growing up." I tried to focus past my body's unwilling and, frankly, annoying reaction to a simple laugh. "During boring social events, my sister and I played agame where we had to come up with a good animal comparison for each guest. Alice Fong was a rabbit because she only ate salads and was constan

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

The fuck. Janice’s face instantly lit up. “Oh! Look!” She crouched down, making soft noises. What was happening right now? The cat hesitated, staring back at her like it was trying to figure out something, then trotted over confidently. No. No. And fucking no. I took several steps back. “Careful, darling! Those things are feral… they carry diseases and they scratch.” She looked up at me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Calder… are you scared of a little cat?”

"Cat scratch fever is no joke." The corner of his mouth curved into a heart-stopping smile. He straightened his arm out, emphasizing that I didn't need to worry. "Don't worry about me." I tilted my head to the side, a question falling passed my lips. "If you heal that fast, why do you have so many scars?" Well, that felt insensitive to say out loud, but Kit didn't seem remotely bothered by it. "My scars are from wounds that would have killed me if I was human."