Novel & Cerita Written Kitten

One of my hands landed on her knee, and I slid it up, tracing it under the fabric of her sundress. “I ... , me ...” It was cute how Kitten tried to form a sentence, even though her voice was shaky. Her eyes kept drifting towards my hand as it slipped up further. Giving her thigh a little squeeze, my hand went further to her slit, moving up to feel her wetness. She was already wet for me. “No panties, Kitten? It’s great ...”

He leaped off the bike, and I scrambled to follow, dropping to my knees in the middle of the road. The kitten was small and delicate, its fur a soft, inviting gray. I gently scooped it up, feeling its tiny body quiver in my hands. My heart melted as I looked at the kitten’s big, innocent eyes. “Oh, my poor baby!” I murmured, my voice filled with tenderness. Archer stood nearby, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of awe and disbelief. He watched as I cradled the kitten, his eyes wide with admiration. Or was I just imagining it?

“He looks proud.” “Proud?” I snapped. “He should be running for his life.” The stray didn’t even react—just kept eating as if my presence meant nothing. Unbelievable audacity. I stepped closer carefully, crouching down slightly to get a better look at the kittens. Three of them. Tiny. Fragile. Squeaking softly as they shifted beneath Gold’s protective body. My irritation faded slightly at the sight. One was small and delicate—clearly female. The other two were slightly larger males, both wriggling restlessly as they nudged against their mother.

I tried to shove him away as he was too far close for my comfort zone but he didn't even flinch. But what did I expect, he stood like a wall. "And what made you think I'll give in to you?" I ask, mostly in a whisper. He let's out a smirk and moves away. Finally. "Now I see you have a dirty mind as well, cute and sexy" he says and laughs. Huh! What does he mean?. "But that's not what I meant my little kitten" he adds. And how dare he call me little kitten. "I want you to babysit my child" he utters.

The kitten looked at me, and so I repeated it again, “Meow.” And yes! The kitten turned her body to me and cautiously, it started coming forward towards me. “Hello there kitten, are you okay?” I asked although I know the kitten would not be able to understand me. “Meow.” The kitten just voiced. I slowly tap the kitten’s head and caressed it with my forefinger. I am not sure yet if it is a he or she. So I pecked the kitten up and looked at it, and saw that it was a female!

“Here you go, sweetie. Just be careful; it can break easily.” “Okay!” she replies, her voice bubbling with excitement as she gently places the box on the floor. With a slow and deliberate motion, she opens it, and her face lights up in disbelief. “Oh… for real?” “Yep,” her mom confirms, a proud grin spreading across her face. “She’s a purebred ragdoll and twelve weeks old. We’ve got bowls, food, and everything you’ll need set up in the kitchen.” With trembling hands, Dawn lifts the fluffy gray kitten from the box, cradling it close to her chest. “Oh, thank you so much! Look, Will, isn’t she precious?”

Layla walked closer and as soon as she saw what was inside, she squealed out of sheer excitement. Inside the box was a pure white kitten which was hardly bigger than her palm. It gazed up at her curiously, its golden eyes staring at her and reminding her of Riven's eyes. The kitten was spotless, as white as snow, with tiny ears and a long smooth tail. "She's so beautiful",Layla gushed as she carefully took out the kitten from the cage. She hugged it close and rubbed her cheek against the soft white fur. "You brought her for me"

she breathed. She couldn't open the basket fast enough. In her haste to get the latch undone, she almost dropped it. He took pity on her with a laugh and braced the bottom with one hand. Carefully, Elena lifted the lid, and the small patchwork face that popped out had her gasping in delight. It had bright green eyes and brown ears, long white whiskers, and orange patches on its face. The kitten mewed pitifully as she lifted it out of the basket and cradled it to her chest. "Oh, my goodness," she whispered. "Aren't you the most beautiful baby I've ever seen."

However, reminding and seeing the Kitten getting wetter by the day did not quench his desire, on the contrary, it was like fueling a fire. Kitten moved her hips back and forth, slowly at first, then speeding up as her apparent despair increased. Her fingers rubbed the tiny pea, and it became noticeably redder and more swollen, but the sound Kitten made had changed from squirt to disappointment. “I can't…I can't when you look at me,” she said.

Deven asks, the kitten turned to him when he talked, her hands went out toward him wanting to be held, he obeyed right away taking her into his arms. "Young, I'd say she only learned to speak very recently, kittens take longer time to learn things, does she walk? Crawl? Anything?" he asks us again, she's only been held by us, we all turned to Deven who set her on her feet, she stood us easily, but can she walk. "Neve, why don't you come over here?" Eric invites her, she shakes her head no and stays with Deven, stubborn already.