mynovelonline Chapter 288- A Cat for Walk
Chapter 288- A Cat for Walk
Her own orgasm built against her fingers, her small body curling forward on the bed, toes curling into the wet sheets, her pink pussy clenching around nothing.
Then his hand came up.
His fingers found Sugar’s stiff, sensitive left nipple between two knuckles and ’pinched’ — not gently, not carefully — ’hard’, a brutal rolling twist that sent a white-hot lance of sensation through her entire chest.
"KYAAANGHH~!! N-NO—CRUXIUS—!!"
Sugar’s head thrashed sideways. Her nails raked down his shoulders hard enough to draw thin red lines.
And her hand moved.
It was barely conscious — a reflex buried beneath layers of trauma and magic training. The shimmer of a portal began to bloom at her left palm, the silver light flickering to life even through her ruined, overwhelmed state.
’She was trying to run.’
Not really. Some surviving animal part of her that still remembered it was trapped, still remembered it had power, still tried — even now, even mid-orgasm, even with his cock splitting her open against the wall.
The collar activated instantly.
A dull ’pulse’ of suppression energy radiated from the black band around her neck, snuffing the portal shimmer the moment it appeared. The silver light died. Her magic fizzled to nothing.
Sugar’s eyes went wide.
Not with surprise. With something more complicated — something caught between relief and devastation and the deep, humiliating recognition of what the collar being there ’meant’. That she was here. That she couldn’t leave. That her body was ’his’ to use precisely because every escape route had been closed.
Her eyes filled with fresh tears.
But her hips — her hips told a different story.
Her hips were still rolling downward to meet his upward thrusts, rolling in slow, greedy circles between slams, her soaked cunt walls clenching in rhythmic milking pulses around his shaft like her body had made its own separate peace with its captivity.
Her eyes said ’I want to run.’
Her body said ’don’t you dare stop.’
’Pah! Pah! PAH! PAH!’
"HNGHH~!! OUNGHHH~!! HAAAIYAANGH~!!"
She cried. She screamed. She came again — clenching down in a full, violent spasm, her cunt gushing a fresh flood of arousal that ran down both their bodies, her thighs locking around his waist in an iron grip that contradicted every tear on her face.
He kept going. Relentless. Methodical.
Short, punching upward squats that drove all the air from her lungs and turned every breath into a broken, pornographic moan.
His own breathing finally changed — heavier now, the first real tells of a man approaching his limit. His jaw tightened. His grip on Sugar’s thighs went bruising-hard.
"Shit—" he breathed.
’Pah. Pah. PAH!’
"AANHGHHH~!!! CRUXIUUUSSSS~!!!"
"—you’re milking me." His voice came out rough, strained, the cultured ease finally cracking at the edges. He buried himself to the hilt, every muscle in his body locking tight, his cock throbbing deep inside her cunt as the first thick pulse of his release fired into her.
Then the second. The third.
Sugar felt every single one.
’’Hot—’’ her mind went entirely white. ’’So hot — it’s pouring inside me — I can feel it filling me up — too much — too much—’’
She kissed him.
She didn’t plan to. Her hands flew up from his shoulders to his jaw and she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him with everything — with tears and spit and ruined mascara and the broken, desperate love of a woman whose body had completely surrendered to the man it belonged to.
He kissed her back. Slow. Deep. One large hand moving up from her thigh to press flat against the small of her back, holding her against the wall as the last of his release throbbed into her.
When he finally pulled back his lips, his forehead rested against hers.
"Ah, shit," he murmured, the words landing warm against her swollen lips. "You’re milking me too much."
Sugar shuddered. A sob cracked out of her chest.
His hips gave one slow, shallow roll — drawing out another thick dribble — and she whimpered brokenly against his jaw.
"Leave something for Nano too."
Sugar ’cried.’
Not the screaming, jagged kind. The quiet, devastated kind.
Because even now, with his cum flooding her insides, with her thighs shaking and her pussy still clenching in aftershock waves around his softening cock, his hips were ’still moving.’ Slow, lazy, barely-there rolls that scraped the oversensitive walls of her cunt and dragged fresh tears from her eyes.
Like he was wringing out every last drop she had.
Like her body was a cloth he was twisting dry.
Her back arched off the wall involuntarily, a broken gasp pulling from her lips. Her eyes searched his face — glassy, overwhelmed, wet.
His expression was calm. Almost tender.
’He looked like he’d just had a pleasant stretch.’
He peeled her legs from around his waist with easy, unhurried hands and set her down. Her knees buckled the moment her feet touched the floor and she slid down the wall, landing in a heap with her back against the stone, thick white streams of his cum leaking down her inner thigh from her stuffed, puffy cunt.
Her tits heaved. Her legs wouldn’t work.
She just sat there and ’dripped.’
He turned toward the bed.
Nano had gone very still.
She was on her knees, her small hands pressed flat against her own thighs, her chest rising and falling in fast, shallow pulls. Her pink pussy was visibly soaked from the outside — swollen, glistening, the neat little lips flushed a deep rose from the orgasm she’d quietly given herself watching.
She looked up at him.
The moment their eyes met, her hand flew away from her thigh like she’d been burned. Her face went scarlet. Her small tits flushed pink from the collarbone down.
He glanced at her wet fingers.
She made a strangled sound and pressed both hands behind her back.
The look on his face didn’t change. That same warm, quiet, dangerously easy expression.
He rolled his neck slowly, the pop of vertebrae loud in the silence.
Then he reached past her, plucking something from the side table.
A leash.
He looked at Nano.
"Should we go on a walk?"
She blinked. Her mind couldn’t parse it — walk? ’Walk?’ Her thighs were shaking. Her pink pussy was still clenching from her own fingers. Sugar was collapsed against the wall with his cum running down her leg. He wanted to ’walk?’
He held up the collar — hers, the small matching one with the silver ring on the front — and let it dangle from one finger.
"Wear the collar, pet."
His voice landed the same way it always did. Warm. Conversational. Like he was asking her to pass the sugar at a morning table.
Nano stared at the collar.
Then she stared at his cock — still half-hard, still glistening, still absolutely threatening even at rest.
Then back at the collar.
Her throat moved in a slow swallow.
Behind him, from against the wall, came the quiet, wrecked sound of Sugar’s exhale — something between a laugh and a sob — as she understood what the rest of the evening was going to look like.
Nano reached out with both small hands.
And took the collar.
Her hand trembled as she tried to stand, however, he simply grabbed her nipple, pinched it, making her cry.
"Kyaangh... Wh-what are you—"
"Shh... and say, meow... my tight pussy."
"What?"