Pokemon Fic: Hey There Kitty Kitty

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Title: Hey There Kitty Kitty
Fandom: Pokemon Legends ZA
Ship: Jacinthe/Lebanne
Prompt: 104. feline
Rating: E
Scope/Length: 1237 words
Warnings: sexual contant, d/s
Notes: also for 100femslash prompt 71. pet
Summary: Lebanne kneels in front of Jacinthe, just close enough that if she lent forwards she could touch.

Lebanne kneels in front of Jacinthe, just close enough that if she lent forwards she could touch. Goosebumps cover her bare skin as the air conditioner floods the room with cool air despite the summer heat. Her lone article of clothing—her collar—doesn't do much to protect her. Jacinthe who is perched on the edge of the bed wears just a matching set of purple lingerie and heels.

"You're so cute like this," Jacinthe said. She rubbed her finger over the soft fluffy part of her ear. Despite herself, Lebanne shivered. "Maybe I should get you a matching tail? It would look quiet nice."

Lebanne keeps her eyes lowered, gritting her teeth. Really the idea of being dressed up more like a pampered glameow is humiliating enough. Heat is already staining her cheeks a deep red with the addition of feline ears with her regular attire. A butt plug would just make everything worse.

"You can talk," Jacinthe tells her.

"If Mistress thinks I need one, then she should get me one," Lebanne murmurs, pressing her face into Jacinthe's thigh. If she said no—and meant it—Jacinthe would drop the idea, but despite herself, Lebanne found herself constantly not wanting to pull the break.

Jacinthe strokes her ears again this time her fingers dig into the base of the ear, nails dragging against Lebanne's scalp. "Maybe later." She spread her legs throwing one over Lebanne's shoulder. "I can think of something better to do."

Lebanne lifts her hand to take off her panties. She doesn't see Jacinthe raise her hand and jolts back when she flicks her forehead. It was more surprising than painful, and she looks up at Jacinthe to see what see did wrong.

Jacinthe tuts. "Kitties don't use their hands."

Lebanne swallows. This time she leans forwards with her mouth open, she tries to catch the waistband of her panties. She bites down too hard, catching Jacinthe's skin between her teeth and earning her another tut. Lebanne laps the spot apologetically like a cat would, lathering the fabric in saliva. When she earns a pat on the head, she returns to the task at hand, this time trying to use her tongue to pull up the elastic slightly; it works this time. Lebanne pulls them down, aided by Jacinthe shifting around so they can be fully removed.

"Come get your cream," Jacinthe says, stiffing a giggle. She throws her legs back over Lebanne's shoulder, crossing them over her back. The point of her heels dig into her spine.

She lowers her head to Jacinthe's pussy, slowly licking a stripe from her opening to her clit and back again. She sucks lightly as she thrusts her tongue inside, lapping at her walls. Above her Jacinthe's breath hitches, soft and echoy. Heat fills Lebanne at the sound.

Lebanne clumsily nudges her nose against Jacinthe's clit, drawing out a moan. Tangy fluid coats Lebanne's tongue as her pussy spasms with pleasure. Jacinthe threads her hand through her hair before pushing Lebanne deeper into her cut. Her thumb rubs at the base of the headband like she's stritching a cat.

She breathes in the musky scent of Jacinthe straight from her pubs. Lebanne pushed her tongue up against her sweet spot, running it back and forth. Jacinthe let out a breathy moan, fingers curling into her hair. The sharp pull made Lebanne whine as she looked up at Jacinthe with wide eye.

"Fuck," Jacinthe's breathes. Lebanne always took pride in making her prim and proper mistress break character. "Good kitty."

Since she could say anything Lebanne just hummed into her pussy. The vibrations drew out another loud moan. Her hips were rocking in small bursts against nothing as Lebanne tried to seek out stimulus knowing she wouldn't find it.

"Does my pour kitty need some relief?" Jacinthe asked, tone syrupy sweet and mocking.

Lebanne nods causing another burst of pain from where her hair was caught. Letting go of her head, Jacinthe unhooks a leg from over Lebanne's shoulder wedging it between her legs. The base of her heel makes contact with Lebanne's pussy making her shudder.

Jacinthe rubs against her cunt and Lebanne pulls back in shock. "There you go," she says.

"Huh?" Lebanne says dumbly.

"What? Did my poor kitty get pussy drunk?" Jacinthe asks as she pulls her face back. She sounds so concerned and Lebanne feels her face heat knowing this is the same tone she uses for particularly oblivious counsel members. "If she wants to act desperate like a bitch in heat, then she can be a bitch in heat. Start humping."

Slowly Lebanne drags her pussy across the fine leather of Jacinthe's shoe. It feels good, although not as good as her mistress' tongue or fingers. She fucks her tongue back into Jacinthe feeling slightly floaty.

A long drawn out moan sounds above her as Lebanne rubs her nose against Jacinthe's clit. Her hips twitch against her face as Jacinthe starts dripping cream. The headband is knocked askew as Jacinthe buries her hand in her hair, tugging on the strands.

Jacinthe's thrust turn desperate as her orgasm starts to washes over her. Working her hips over Jacinthe's foot Lebanne carries her through it, drawing out the waves with her tongue. Jacinthe pants above her, curling her fingers into the sheet as she trembles with the final wave of her orgasm.

Lebanne's face gets pushed off and she pivots to her own pleasure. Her hips grind against the soft leather of Jacinthe's heel chasing the rising tide. Her muscles tremble as her orgasm pulses through her. Moaning she looks up to see Jacinthe watching her through half lidded eyes which only serves to make her shake harder. Her pussy gushes, soaking the leather beneath her.

Jacinthe lifted her other leg off. "Come here," she says, making come hither motions with her hand.

Lebanne stands on wobbly legs unceremoniously collapsing on top of Jacinthe. Her chin gets smushed as Jacinthe pulls her into a kiss, licking into Lebanne's mouth. She sucks on her tongue humming before Jacinthe breaks the kiss.

Her fingers undo her collar before swiftly replacing it with her regular day collar. Lebanne just soaks in the feeling as Jacinthe soothes over her hair. Her fluffy ears are slowly pulled off her head and tossed gently beside her, fingers massaging over where the band rested.

"If you don't clean your shoe of the colour'll warp," Lebanne mumbles onto her breast, feeling like putty.

"It's fine," she says. "M. Simon in the yellow district just received a new shipment of dyed purple leather he should soon be crafting into a new pair of heels. And Marie-au-lait from the red district has been posting some beautiful leather paintings. She should be able to take a commission and while those are being worked on I can test out my pinker wardrobe."

Leave it to Jacinthe to.have have everything all figured out. "Are you using me as an excuse to spend money?" Lebanne asks, amused.

"I hardly need an excuse to support the local community," Jacinthe sniffs. "Let me know when your ready for a bath."

"Mm," she agrees. The bath would be more for Jacinthe with all her fancy bath stuff, but Lebanne would hardly say no to someone else conditioning her hair for her. She lets herself sink deeper into the boneless feeling, content to cuddle on the bed for now.