Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Juujin ❯ Inheritance 2 ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Light hawk 
A stay at a hotel, an exotic woman, and a typical male fantasy. Is it possible?
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.08.2010 | Updated On: 06.10.2010 | Pages: 8 | Words: 9.6K | Visits: 707 | Status: Completed
A stay at a hotel, an exotic woman, and a typical male fantasy. Is it possible?
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.08.2010 | Updated On: 06.10.2010 | Pages: 8 | Words: 9.6K | Visits: 707 | Status: Completed
(Non)Legal disclaimer: This work contains adult situations, language, and implications of incest. It’s some bad stuff, mmkay? If you’re a younging, you should close this page right now.
Note: You should probably read the primer prior to reading this, though if you got through the last chapter without doing so and still don’t feel the desire to, I doubt this added reminder will convince you. So, on with the fic...
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Tobias’s legs shook slightly as he walked through the front doors and into the hotel lobby. He never thought he be so glad to be moving under his own power. The ride over from the hospital had been quick, too quick. Aras’s driving style could probably best be described as aggressive. Or perhaps insane.
Not that she was a bad driver, indeed the fact that they were all still alive despite the speeds at which they had zoomed down the crowded streets was testament to her skill. It was her complete and utter disregard for caution, her habit of swerving in and through traffic without slowing or checking her mirrors, and the wheel lifting corners she took that had stretched Tobias’s nerves tight as piano wire.
It was all the more unnerving because she seemed to do it all on purpose. Nearing the hotel, she had proven that she was in fact capable of driving like a sane person, suddenly dropping the car down to five under the limit, using her signals, and merging with smooth grace. Once the police cruiser had turned a corner out of sight though, she’d floored the gas again.
“Why do you let her drive?” Tobias asked plaintively of his aunt as the chocolate skinned speed freak hurried on ahead towards the front desk, leaving them with the luggage.
“Well someone has to,” Keri replied, glancing down at her nephew curiously.
“Yeah but...she’s crazy.”
“Eh,” Keri shrugged. “I guess I’ve just gotten used to it.”
“I didn’t know you could get used to the threat of immanent death,” Tobias quipped, and Keri laughed.
“Not a problem for me, I’ve been hit by speeding cars from the outside before, and walked away with bruises. Actually being in another car would probably hurt less I’d think.”
“You...you’re serious?” Tobias asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” Keri nodded. “It’s not a fun thing, but I know I can take the hit. So it’s kind of hard for me to get uptight about the way Aras drives.”
“What happened? I mean, how did you...?”
“It’s...a long story,” Keri said, somewhat evasively. “It needs a proper a telling.” She sighed and frowned as she glanced over at Aras, who was waving at her from the desk. “Oh now what?”
“Here, you deal with her,” Aras said to Keri in a snarky tone as the juujin joined her at the front desk, waving a hand at the young, annoyed looking woman standing behind the counter.
“What’s the problem?” Keri asked, and Aras rolled her eyes.
“She doesn’t believe me that you are who I said you were.”
“And you gave her my ID?”
“Didn’t faze her.”
Keri raised both eyebrows at that, glancing over at the auburn haired woman. Her gaze dropped slightly, scanning across the metallic name badge pinned to the woman’s navy blue vest.
“Deanna,” she said pleasantly. “Did you run the card through the computer?”
“Yeah,” Deanna replied in a neutral, uncommitted tone.
“And?” Keri prompted.
“It...came up registered to Keri Kirkwood,” the woman added.
“So what’s the problem?”
“You’re Keri Kirkwood?”
“My picture is on the card,” Keri pointed out. Deanna glanced down at the white plastic card, currently laying face down on the counter with the magnetic strip up. In the upper left corner, a small black and white photo displayed Keri’s headshot.
“Yeah but...”
“But what?” Keri asked, her voice growing tight. “That is my picture, on my card. This is my hotel young lady, and if you would like to keep working at it, either hand over the room keys my assistant asked for, or give me a good, logical reason why you seem so reluctant to accept that I am in fact the person who owns this place.”
“You can’t be her though,” Deanna protested uncertainly. “I mean you’re...you’re not...”
“What?” Keri demanded. Deanna just stared at her in response. Then Keri’s eyes flashed with understanding, and her features hardened. “I see. Who is the manager on duty?”
“What?”
“The manager Deanna, the person running the shift? Is it Charles, Alex, Tricia, or David?”
The woman blinked at Keri, and something akin to suppressed panic flitted over her face.
“Uh...David,” she answered slowly.
“Is he in the office?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” With that Keri walked down the length of the counter, reached over it to flip the latch that held the swinging partition down, and strode on into the back, ignoring Deanna’s feeble protest.
“Aunt Keri owns the hotel?” Tobias asked Aras, amazed.
“Owns the whole damn chain,” she answered. “Locations in more than thirty states,” she added in an imitation of a commercial voice over.
“Wow. I don’t believe it, I’ve passed this place just about every day, back and forth to school, and never had any idea.”
Voices came spilling out from the back room, and a second later Keri reappeared, followed by an older gentleman of medium height, graying hair, and dark skin.
“...is no excuse,” Keri was saying as she walked out of the doorway. “I will not tolerate prejudice in one of my establishments.”
“Of course not Ms. Kirkwood,” David said, adjusting the wire rimmed glasses perched on his nose. “I promise you, it won’t happen again.” He fixed Deanna with an annoyed look, and jerked a thumb towards the back. “My office, if you please Mrs. Williams.”
Deanna didn’t look at Keri as she slinked passed, head down, shoulders hunched. David shook his head, and took the woman’s place behind the counter. He picked up a walkie talkie laying by the computer, and clicked it on.
“Jason to the front desk, Jason to the front desk please.” He picked up Keri’s ID card, and ran it through the computer again. “How many rooms did you want ma’am?”
“Three standards please,” Keri answered, her voice still stiff. David nodded, and swiped a trio of cards through the magnetic programmer before handing them over.
“Here you go, three twelve through fourteen.” He paused, and then added. “I’m really sorry about Deanna ma’am. She’s a good girl, good worker. Got kids and no husband, he ran off with a ju...” He paused again, before finishing with “...younger, more energetic woman.”
Keri grimaced, and let out a long breath.
“I don’t care what this town thinks of juujin or believes their place in society should be ,” she said, staring at the back wall as if looking through it into the office beyond. “In my hotel, everyone is to be treated equally and fairly.” She looked sternly at David. “Make sure she understands that, and you make sure she sticks to it, understood?”
“Yes ma’am, thank you,” David said.
“Aras, get the bags,” Keri snapped, turning towards the elevator.
The short ride up to the third floor was tense. Keri stood stiffly, brooding with her arms tightly crossed, fingers of one hand tapping impatiently against the spot patterns of her arm. She stalked out of the car almost before the doors managed to open, and flew down the hall with brisk strides. Tobias and Aras caught up with her just as the door to her room slammed shut.
“She’s really pissed off, isn’t she?” Tobias remarked.
“Yeah well, I don’t know if you noticed, but your town isn’t exactly brimming with pro-juujin friendliness,” Aras replied. She walked over to the door, and knocked gently.
“What?” Keri asked flatly though the door.
“You forgot your luggage,” Aras told her.
“Just leave it by the door.”
“You’re also pouting like a little girl.”
“Bite me Aras.”
“Lastly, you still have all the room keys.”
There was a moment of silence from the room, and then the door swung open.
“Sorry,” Keri said with little conviction, handing over the other two cards.
“Don’t let em get to you Keri,” Aras said, shoving one of the black, wheeled totes at her. “It’s not worth it.”
Keri grunted and shut the door without another word.
“Is she going to be alright?” Tobias asked.
“Course she is, she’s a tough cookie,” Aras replied lightly. “Just been one too many things in a row lately.” She held up the room keys. “Which you want?”
“Does it matter?”
“Probably not,” Aras shrugged, and tossed him one of the cards. He fumbled it slightly, but caught it before it got completely away from him. His ended up being the room across the hall from Keri’s, and he opened the door to peer inside.
The room was larger than he’d been expecting, containing a separate area from the bedroom with a couch and chairs, and a pseudo kitchen with mini-fridge, sink, and coffee pot. The bathroom, just inside the front door and to the right, was actually bigger than the one he’d had at home, with twin sinks. It was decorated like most hotels he’d been in, casual, muted tones and simple artwork. The furnishings were sturdy looking but minimalist in design. All in all, it was nice and cozy looking.
Tobias glanced back out of the room, down the hall. Aras was just reaching the door to her own room, wheeling the other little black tote behind her. She walked with a sway in her hips perfectly calculated to draw male eyes, each foot passing slightly in front of the other with every step. Tobias was hardly immune to the effect, especially with her form hugging outfit.
She paused at the door, as if suddenly aware of being watched, and tilted her head to stare at him out of the corner of one eye. The brow of said eye arched slightly, her face taking on a look of...what? Curiosity, amusement, interest? Tobias wasn’t sure.
“Yes?” she asked, tone simple, even.
“Uh, I was...just wondering when we were leaving tomorrow?” Tobias managed to say without taking too long to think of something plausible. He had actually been wondering, though it hadn’t been the primary focus of his thoughts at the moment.
“Oh,” Aras said calmly. “Early, the flight’s at ten, so we’ll need to leave around eight.” Was it his imagination, or did she seem almost, disappointed?
“Gotcha, thanks,” Tobias replied, starting to duck back into his room.
“You’re welcome,” Aras said, in a tone that made Tobias pause to look at her. She smirked at him in a little, self-satisfied way, and cocked one hip to the side in a way that drew his eyes before he could think. When he snapped his gaze back up to her face, her smile widened to show her teeth, and she kissed the air at him.
She gave a little, chiming laugh as he felt his face heat, shaking her head in amusement as she turned back to open her room door and strutted on through, swaying. The door swung shut lazily, and it wasn’t until it clicked shut that Tobias shook himself out of his stunned reaction. He didn’t know what she was playing at exactly, but he felt like he was in a game of which he didn’t know the rules or goal of, only that he was losing it somehow.
He closed the door to his own room, and leaned back against it. A thought struck him, but he banished it almost immediately. It came creeping back though, even as he denied it.
“She couldn’t really be interested,” he told himself. It had to be some kind of game, her enjoying being able to get a rise out of him. “Be realistic, a girl that good looking isn’t going to come knocking at your door Tobi.”
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The tv guide channel was on it’s fifteenth, or was it sixteenth?, repetition when Tobias heard a muted knocking. It wasn’t on his door, but it was close, one of the rooms next to his certainly. At first he disregarded it; if it wasn’t for him, it wasn’t any of his business. When it repeated again a moment later though, he couldn’t help but be curious. Part of it was simple boredom, even with all the cable channels offered, there was nothing good on television, and watching the little rows of shows scrolling across the screen wasn’t doing much to pass the time.
When the knock came for a third time, he rolled off the bed and padded on over to the door, peering through the peephole. The image was a little fisheyed through the tiny lens, but he had no trouble at all recognizing Aras. She leaned against the door frame of Keri’s room, still dressed in her too tight chauffeur’s jacket and cap, one high booted leg propped up against the opposite side of the frame. The position did interesting things to the curve of her rump, or maybe that was just the peephole distortion.
She raised a hand, rapping knuckles on the door with a casual flick of her wrist. Tobias heard what sounded like a voice, but it was muted to the point of being just noise. He leaned an ear toward the door, and tried to listen.
“Come on Keri,” he just heard Aras say, exasperation in her tone. “Sulking isn’t going to help.” There was an indignant buzz. “Of course you’re not, so open the door.” There was something that might have been a snarl, and the door flew open so fast Tobias half expected Aras to be sucked into the room after it. Then he caught sight of Keri, and all other thoughts left his head.
Unlike Aras, the amazon sized catgirl had changed clothes, or at least removed most of them. She wore a sleeveless tee, one of the cheap, half dozen per package types. The shirt was thin, more elastic than cloth really, and it needed to be to stretch over Keri’s large frame, which pulled it dangerously thin. In that state, it was wholly incapable of hiding the fact that she had a pair of interesting piercings, and did not even entirely conceal the shift of color beneath the fabric.
As Tobias had suspected, the white patch that started just under Keri’s eyes flowed down over her chest and belly, cupping the inner curves of her breasts, leaving the outer spotted. The dotted rings hugged her along her ribs, letting the white fur coat her flat stomach, which her overly small and short tee failed to cover at all.
Keri hadn’t bothered with pants before opening the door, sporting simple, dark gray panties that clung to her hips as snugly as the shirt did her chest, and though the darker color wasn’t nearly transparent like the shirt, it still concealed less than it showed. The two slight articles of clothing certainly did not hide any of Keri’s supple, athletic build, freely displaying the toned expanse of her arms, her legs, her stomach. There was obvious strength in her appearance, her limbs wound with lean muscle that showed through her short fur.
Tobias took his eye from the peephole, blew out a breath, and tried to get his imagination under control, among other things. There was no denying that Keri was appealing, incredibly, awe inspiringly appealing. But she was his aunt, his mother’s sister. She was family. She was also a juujin, and more she was for all practical purposes, a stranger. As much as his mind said “Aunt!”, Tobias just didn’t have any familish feelings towards her, no innate gut reaction to block the signals his libido was sending down his spine. Some part of him somewhere even found something thrilling about the idea of her being a relation.
“Stop that!” he growled at himself, only vaguely aware of Aras and Keri talking in raised voices on the other side of the door. If he’d been less distracted he would have been able to make them out, but as it was he only caught the tail end of the conversation.
“I don’t care!” Keri snapped. “This isn’t a vacation, you can entertain yourself for a night. Go watch tv or something, we’re not going out!”
“Ahhhh!” Aras let out a frustrated groan. “Tv is so boring, and there’s hours of daylight left. Come on, how about some shopping, you love shopping.”
“You love shopping, not me. Which stores do you think I’m going to find pre-made clothes that’ll fit me” Keri countered. “You just like me to come so you can con me into buying you stuff.”
“And isn’t it fun?” Aras asked sweetly.
“Goodnight Aras,” Keri said, turning to go, showing off the sleek lines of her back, dotted liberally with spots. They bunched into an almost solid line as they ran down her spine to where her tail poked out just under the waistband of her panties.
“It’s barely afternoon!” Aras half shouted, stamping a foot.
“Whatever, see you tomorrow.”
“But I’m boooored. What am I suppose to do?”
“Don’t care.”
The door swung shut, and Aras glared at it for a moment before kicking the frame, and actually blowing a raspberry after the departed Keri. She spun, putting her back to the door, and crossing her arms moodily over her chest, muttering rapidly under her breath, lips forming the shapes of several unfavorable words. Her narrowed eyes shot across the hall, and she paused. A considering look crossed her features, her head slowly coming up right, eyes widening with a sudden, pleased glint.
She pushed off the door, and bounced across the hall on the balls of her feet, arms swinging freely. She stepped up to the door, raised one hand, and knocked, three soft, perfectly spaced beats.
Tobias jerked back from the peephole, and blinked in uncertainty at the door. What on earth did she want with him? Something about the look in her eyes had unsettled him, it had been unnerving. On the other hand, a very cute, very hot girl was standing just outside his hotel room.
“Oh stop it,” he muttered, beating down certain thoughts that idea brought to mind. He reached for the door handle, but paused. He waited a handful of seconds, enough to make it seem plausible he’d had to get up and cross to the door. No reason to make her suspect he’d been spying on her after all.
“Took ya long enough,” she said, brushing right by him into the room. “Was starting to think you were going to stand there all day thinking about it.”
“Uh, w-wha?” Tobias sputtered, and she smirked at him.
“Aww, that’s so cute, you thought you were being all sneaky,” she squeaked.
“Uh, I um...” Tobias babbled for a moment, then blew out a breath. “Sorry, didn’t really mean to. I was just...”
“Bored?” Aras suggested, rocking back on her heels, no simple feat in her narrow boots.
“Yeah,” Tobias admitted with a forced smile.
“Me too, care to hang out?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Tobias answered, surprised.
“Great, come on,” Aras said, slipping an arm through his and dragging him along with her. She was deceptively strong, and even being half a head shorter and at least fifty pounds lighter she manhandled him readily over to the couch and shoved him down into it. She then promptly plopped herself down in his lap, legs stretched out over the couch, one arm draping across his shoulders.
Tobias froze in utter shock, at a loss as to what to do or say. Part of him offered some suggestions, loudly, but he ignored it, if reluctantly. Dreams and fantasies aside, girls did not just throw themselves into random guys arms, certainly not guys like him. He couldn’t quite figure out what else she might have in mind admittedly, but he still fought the itching desire to let his hands explore. He did not need to create drama between himself and his aunt’s assistant by feeling her up uninvited.
Aras was not doing his self control any favors though, squirming around in his lap as she un-zipped her thigh high boots and tugged them off, displaying some remarkable flexibility, and lots of rich, dark flesh, in the process. The fishnets ran all the way down to her ankles, leaving her small, dainty feet naked. She wiggled her newly freed toes, and sighed.
“Ahhh, I love those boots, but damn they kill my feet.” She leaned into Tobias, and he could feel her body relax against him. “You’re awful stiff,” she commented after a beat.
“Sorry,” Tobias said, practically by reflex. He’d been hoping she might miss that. “I uh, kind of can’t help it with you sitting on me.”
Aras leaned a little away to look at him, and a slow smile crept over her face.
“I meant you’re sitting stiff,” she explained, biting her lip in suppressed laughter as Tobias’s face flushed.
“Sorry.”
“Why?”
He blinked at that, looking her in the eyes for a moment.
“I...well I...I don’t know?”
Aras giggled.
“Tobias,” she said in overly serious tones. “Why do you think I’m sitting in your lap?”
“I...have no idea.”
“Tobias,” she reprimanded him in sing song. “You do so. There’s only two types of people who’s lap I’ll sit in, and you’re no Saint Nick.”
“Wait, what?”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled.
“You know what I have in mind, I know you do. You just can’t bring yourself to believe it.” She leaned in close to him, close enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath on his cheek. “Say it for me,” she whispered. “Say it, and you can have it.”
“You uh...” Tobias coughed, clearing his throat. “You...want to make out?”
“Mmm, that’d be a nice start,” she purred, leaning in the last few inches to press soft, pliable lips to his. She sank into the kiss, and for a time she was all Tobias was aware of, the gentle but insistent pressure of her mouth on his, the fresh, crisp scent of whatever soap or body wash she preferred in his nose, the supple form of her body sliding down his as she settled fully into him. Her arms winded about his neck, and he felt her tongue come probing against his lips, seeking invitation. He gladly gave it, and she slipped into his mouth. Her tongue ran across his, giving him the taste of her, something exotic and almost tart, an elusive flavor he really wasn’t of a mind to track down the proper words to describe, merely to enjoy.
She came up for air after...hell, Tobias couldn’t even guess how long, but their lips parted loudly, and she hissed out a gasp of air.
“You should touch me,” she breathed, before plunging back in for more. As if let off leashes, Tobias’s hands moved up of their own accord, one coming to rest on the small of her back, the other laying across her stockinged leg. His fingers curled against her, following the natural shape of her form. His touch wandered along the length of her thigh, and around her side to slide down to her hip.
Aras squirmed, body rocking in small little motions, slight pleased whimpers sounding in her throat. Her head rolled to one side as his fingers traced up the inner curve of her thigh, a shuddering sigh slipping out of her momentarily freed lips. Tobias brought his mouth down upon the offering of her elegant neck, and her gasp made him pull her tight against his aching desire.
“Touch me,” she whined, turning in his grasp to press her back into him, grinding her firm ass into his lap. “Touch me like I know you want to.”
Tobias’s hands again seemed to move of their own decision, though he was happy enough to let them as they slid up the girl’s slim form to cup her breasts. She arched back into him as he gently squeezed her through the tight fitting jacket. Her head lolled to one side as she writhed against him, the chauffeur cap falling free, letting her hair come down like a silken waterfall of obsidian.
It also uncovered the pair of raven black cat ears that rose along the upper sides of her head, coming to gentle points just over the top of her hair. Tobias’s eyes caught sight of the feline features, and it was as if they reached out and chained him into place. He didn’t realized he’d frozen in surprise until Aras whined at him.
“Why’d you stop?” she demanded, rolling her hips firmly against him.
“You’re a juujin?” The words just popped out of his mouth, without bothering to check in for clearance from his brain first. Not that said organ was exactly the one in control at the moment. Aras stopped writhing against him, and Tobias wanted nothing more than to have those words back.
“Uhhh...yeah,” she said, her voice puzzled. She tilted her neck around to look at him out of the corner of one eye. “You needed the ears to figure that out?”
“Well I...I didn’t want to...hell, you were trying to hide the fact, right?” He floundered. Aras sat up, squirming around to face him, straddling his thighs. She looked him in the face speculatively, then picked up the hat and plopped it back on her head, tucking her ears up under it.
“So, you really couldn’t guess I’m a juujin looking like this?” She asked, doubt tinting her words.
“Well, I couldn’t say you weren’t...”
“And the fact that ,despite our having talked less than ten whole minutes so far, I came knocking on your door looking to get laid didn’t tip you off?”
“Hey, I didn’t know how far you were planning to take things,” he said a bit defensively. She stared at him as if he’d just grown a second head.
“Tobias, I was all but tearing my clothes off,” she said. “And I was getting ready to that, seeing as you didn’t seem to be about to.”
“Sorry, I didn’t...” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t know what to do,” He admitted. “I don’t have any experience in this things.”
Aras practically gawked at him, and Tobias felt his face flush for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day.
“Whoa wait a minute,” she said. “You’ve never been with a juujin before?”
“My parents don’t...didn’t approve of juujin.”
“Oh...okay, but you’ve been with a girl before, right?” She asked. He just gave her a level look. She stared at him a moment, sucking on her lower lip. “With a guy?” she ventured.
“No!” Tobias half shouted, and Aras held up both hands.
“Okay, okay, sorry.”
“Dammit Aras, no,” Tobias groaned. “I’ve never...been with anyone.”
“Wow...” she said with tactless surprise. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen,” he grumbled.
“And you’re still a virgin?”
“Yeah, rub it in a little more please.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said, a faint pinkish blush lighting her cheeks. “I wasn’t trying to...I just would have expected...”
“Yeah well, it’s a little hard of a thing to lose when you’re raised in a household that expects you have as little to do with juujin as possible.” Tobias said, voicing raising a bit. “Do you have any idea how many single human girls there are in highschool? None. Everyone belongs to a pack, or pride, or clique, or whatever the hell they call their dating group. No girl tries to go solo these days, certainly no human girls. They know they can’t compete with juujin, especially not with the guy/girl ratio as skewed as it is. Any human girl that wants a guy pretty much has to join a dating group, and I’ll be damned if I’ve ever seen one that’s completely human. So how the hell was I suppose to find a just one nice human girl that my parent’s would have approved of?” He finished in a rush, and had to take a deep, calming breath.
“Oh...”Aras said softly. “Well, shit. That’s not very fair.”
Tobias laughed mirthlessly.
“Yeah, I kind of thought so too.”
“So, you don’t have any issues with juujin then?” She asked a bit hopefully.
“No, thank god,” Tobias answered. “Would make things a little awkward with me and aunt Keri if I did, right?”
Aras smiled at him.
“Maybe just a little.” She regarded him, sucking on her bottom lip slightly as she did.
“What?”
“Oh, just thinking...” she replied distractedly.
“Thinking about what?”
“Well,” she purred, voice turning sultry. “I was just thinking, I’ve never had the chance to be a guy’s first lay. I’ve never gotten to introduce someone to the pleasures of a woman. I’m going to have to give it my all, can’t let my gender down now, can I?”
“Uhhh,” Tobias said as what seemed to be half the blood in his body suddenly went south. “You...you mean you weren’t just teasing me earlier when you said...”
“Oh no,” Aras murmured, leaning forward. “I would never tease about that.” She ran the fingers of one hand slowly down his chest, over his stomach, and still lower. She smirked as he groaned at her touch. “So, no problems with having a juujin make you a man?” Tobias looked her in the eyes a moment, then reached up and took the hat off her head, exposing her ears again.
“No, no problems.”
Aras was pressed back against him a second later, arms wrapping about him, mouth pressed his as if about to inhale him. His own hands eagerly returned to exploring her body, running full up and down her back, giving her ass a firm squeeze, pulling her hips down hard against him as he pressed up into her. She bucked in his lap as he did, chest rising and falling against his in an ever increasing rhythm. She broke from their kiss to suck down several lungfulls of air before leaning over to seize the flesh of his neck between her teeth, the bite sending an electric thrill through him.
One of Tobias’s hands slid up her back, up her neck, grabbing her by the hair, winding fingers through the raven locks. She growled eagerly against his throat, lips closing around the skin as she sucked hard on his neck. His hand slid higher, thumb rubbing against one of her feline ears, and she purred, truly purred. It was a deep chested rumble that bubbled up into her throat, and she tilted her head more to nuzzle against his hand.
He took the hint, and took the offered ear between thumb and fingers, rubbing firmly. Aras melted into him, eyes closing in pleasure as she started to sink into him bonelessly. She rode down the slope of his body, letting out a delicious whimpering moan as he took her other ear to task, giving it the same treatment.
He almost laughed as she slid right off him onto the floor, face shining with content bliss as he continued to play with her feline features. She opened one eye to look adoringly up at him, and her teeth showed as she grinned hungrily. Her hands wandered up his legs, and he froze as she popped the button to his jeans.
“Don’t you dare stop playing with my ears now,” she warned playfully. “Keep it up, and good things will happen to you.”
Tobias didn’t need to be told twice, and his fingers resumed caressing her ears as she pulled down the zipper, peeling open the denim. Her fingers slid slowly, painfully slowly up either side of the straining bulge in his boxers, fingertips hooking one by one over the waistband. The desire to have her touch him was starting to become unbearable, but she kept to her slow pace, tugging down the elastic band in little, alternating half inch increments. She leaned in a little closer with each tug, and Tobias groaned in pained anticipation as he felt her hot breath wash against his manhood.
When she finally had him fully exposed she paused to look up at him, eyes gleaming, a wicked smile curving her lips as she studied his face. She watched him, and waited, and waited, and waited...
“Dammit, Aras...” He growled, and she gave a happy little giggle. Then she leaned in the rest of the way and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Wondrous liquid warmth engulfed him, and his mind just emptied of everything. His body went on autopilot, fingers locked into stroking the catgirl’s ears as pure, physical pleasure ran through him.
It didn’t take long for the sensation to start to get away from him as Aras slowly took more and more of his length between her lips, to become a steady pressure building up with each delicate tongue stroke, a demanding urge for release as he felt himself hit the back of her throat. He tried to hold back, wanting it to last longer, wanting to last longer in front of Aras, but when it came down to it she just felt too good, her mouth too warm and wet around him, and his body all too willing to give her what she was coaxing from him.
Tobias’s eyes slammed shut as his vision blurred, and a pulsing, throbbing wave of intense pleasure erupted through him. It left him incoherent, completely unaware of anything but the feeling itself, and it was more glorious than anything he’d ever imagined.
He came back to find Aras calmly and casually licking and sucking him clean, making little slurping noises that sent twinges through him. She kept at it for longer than seemed absolutely necessary, but he was hardly inclined to stop her. All the while, he realized he was still playing with her ears.
He rather reluctantly let the furry little flaps of skin slide free of his grasp as she sat up, running her tongue over her lips daintily. She flashed him a dimple inducing smile.
“You seemed to enjoy that,” she said with mock innocence.
“You have a way with understatement,” Tobias managed to slur out.
“Better than your hand I take it?”
“You’ve officially ruined me on self pleasure,” he confirmed, and she laughed wickedly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t go longer, I just...”
“Oh, pfft,” she interrupted. “I didn’t expect you to. You’re young and inexperienced, and I’m fucking hot as hell.” She winked at him playfully, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry Tobi, we’ll get your stamina up.”
“Oh?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
“What, did you think I was done with you?” Aras stood, and her hands drifted to the buckle of the wide belt about her waist. “Like I said, you’re young. What you lack in staying power right now, you can make up for with the ability to bounce back quickly.”
She popped the belt open, and slowly pulled it free. As she did, she revealed a slender length of jet black fur which was wrapped about her waist. The belt fell away to the floor, and Aras’s tail pulled away, uncurling behind her to wag lazily back and forth. Tobias’s eyes tracked it, following the glossy black tip for a moment before glancing up at her face.
“Any other surprises I should expect?”
“Well what fun would it be if I told you?” she teased. Her gaze drifted down, and she hummed in a pleased fashion. “See, already good for another go.” Her hands walked up the front of her jacket, and she caressed the golden buttons that held it shut. “How’d you like my dancing earlier?”
“It was, very nice,” Tobias told her.
“Did you stare at me?” She asked, voice dropping.
“Very much so.”
“It turned you on?” She purred.
“Yes,” he half growled.
Aras wet her lips, tongue running in a slow, sensual circle as she started on the buttons. Her hips swayed, body rocking lightly with the gradual motion. Her feet glided lightly over the thin carpet, legs flashing in their fishnets. Her hair gleamed as the light streamed across it, head rolling to display the tantalizing curve of her neck. Her eyes remained locked onto him, gaze smoldering and intense.
Tobias watched with rapt attention as the catgirl undressed, displaying her body to him with utter delight, clear enjoyment on her features in having his eyes on her. The jacket soon hung open, secured by one final button alone. The creamy chocolate tone of her skin beneath stood out against the dark black of the fabric. The inner slopes of her breasts peeked out, and Aras ran her hands over her chest with pleased little moans, pressing the enticing flesh together, pulling back on the jacket to just shy of displaying the firm tips that pressed against the inside of the fabric.
She spun around, bending down straight at the waist, giving Tobias a teasing peek at the lower curves of her rear as the jacket pulled up. She wore only a slight, lacy black thong under the jacket, something barely noticeable next to everything else on display. She came back up with fingers trailing over her legs, plucking at the fishnets like guitar strings.
Aras rolled her hips as she caressed her legs, fingers massaging her thighs. She lifted each leg in turn, turning to either side as she did to show off the entirety of each limb. She brought her knees up to her chest, and extended the leg, until she was able to lay her face against her calves. The whole time her balance never wavered, and her swaying hips never ceased. She kissed each calf sensually, eyes boring into Tobias’s, and just as gracefully lowered the leg back down.
She didn’t face him as the jacket came off, sliding bit by bit down her back, as she worked it back and forth, baring her shoulders, her back. Her skin nearly shone with its own even toned perfection. She let the top hang, held on only by her arms in the sleeves. Her hands ran down her hips, lifting the back to grant him brief flashes of her ass. She swayed and rolled, the sides of her breasts momentarily visible with each partial turn.
When Aras finally let the jacket fall, Tobias was aching to touch her again, part of him screaming at him to jump up, grab her, and just fuck her, as hard and fast as he could. Another part however urged him to wait, to be patient, and to enjoy every second of the womanly display as Aras arched her back, arms stretched and twined above her.
Her arms came snaking down, and she finally, finally turned back towards him, limbs teasingly crossed over her chest. Her gaze could have burned smoking holes into the walls as she regarded him. Her arms slid across her breasts, till only her hands remained, cupping the twin mounds. Then just her fingers, rubbing in slow, gentle circles. Then nothing, her fingers curling down the sides of her breasts, leaving the dark, deep red tips exposed and standing stiff.
Her hands caressed down her sides, thumbs catching under the band of her thong, and bringing it down along the way. She turned, denying him the view, and let the slim piece of fabric fall to the floor. She glided across the floor, one hand reaching out to grasp the door frame to the bedroom as she reached it, and she molded her body against it. Her other hand reached out, and a finger wagged invitingly to him.
Tobias was up and across the room in no time, simply holding his pants up rather than bothering with them. He reached her, and Aras stopped him cold with a palm on his chest.
“Uh uh,” she chided playfully. “No clothes in here.” She gave him a gentle little shove, slipped around the corner, and vanished into the bedroom.
Clothing flew as Tobias got undressed. Some part of him wanted to be embarrassed about getting ready to walk completely naked in front of a woman he’d just met. It was not a part that had any say in his current actions though, and he strode through the doorway with, if not exactly confidence, a lack of self-consciousness.
Aras was waiting for him on the edge of the bed, fishnetted legs crossed, arms behind her as she leaned back. The vison of her struck him momentarily dumb, and he could only stare at her as his mind tried to comprehend that she really was there for him.
“Hey stud,” she crooned. “You want to stare, or do you want to fuck?”
Tobias tried to respond, but words failed him altogether. The more primal part of his brain took advantage to take full control at that moment, and speaking became unnecessary. He crossed over to her, bending down to cup her face in his hands, and kissed her, hard. She responded in kind, arms encircling his waist, and she pulled him down on her.
The next few hours were a haze. Aras did not introduce Tobias to sex with gentle coupling or patient guidance. She took a more pragmatic approach, and wrapped her legs about his waist, lined him up, and pulled him into her right to the hilt. Pure instinct took over at that point, and Tobias had pounded away at her with the flesh slapping jackhammer thrusts of pure lust. It was rough, hard, animalistic fucking.
It didn’t take long for the rapid pumping to wear Tobias down, both in physical exhaustion and sexual stamina. Panting and gasping, he had spilled his seed into the catgirl with a throaty trill from her, before collapsing with burning muscles and aching balls.
Aras had given him a moment, then rolled him over, slid down his body, and gone to work on him. Her soft lips and gentle tongue had gradually coaxed his half flaccid member back to life, and she had mounted him, hands on his chest. He was starting to feel somewhat sore, but the slight ache had blended with the pleasure, being drowned out by the enjoyable sensation of her insides tightening about him as she rode him to her own body shuddering orgasm.
She barely slowed through the blissful release, and was bouncing hard and fast again within the space of a few seconds. She came again, throwing her head back in a throaty moan that had, along with the view of the lean, limber, perfectly curved woman impaled upon him, driven Tobias over as well.
Things had slowed a bit after that, but only because it had taken Aras longer to get him primed to go again. When she finally had him up, she’d propped herself up on the headboard, tail waving invitingly across her bottom. He’d taken her from behind, hands running across her sides, her hips, her breasts. His aching and mostly spent manhood had throbbed in a mix of pain and pleasure, but it only spurred him on, hips smacking into her firm ass in steady rhythm, whimpering gasps spilling from her lips with each jarring contact.
Aras had not relented on him until simply no amount of oral skill could encourage Tobias’s manhood to come play again. She hadn’t quit though, merely paused to let him rest for an hour or so, massaging his tired and tight muscles, rubbing him down before working him up again. Things had devolved into a complete haze passed then, memories of the events nothing more than a vague sense of painful pleasure, sweating bodies, and rocking hips.
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It was dark when Tobias came to, and he wished he hadn’t. He ached, utterly and completely. Muscles screamed at him from over use, and his skin protested the grimy feel of layers of dried sweat. Aras was nowhere in evidence, but the debris of her visit remained. The bed was wrecked, pillows nowhere to be seen, sheets torn free and twisted, the mattress guard skewed. The bedside lamp leaned drunkenly against the wall, and a painting hung crooked on the wall. The only light came from somewhere out in the main room.
A door closed somewhere from out there, and Tobias strained his ears, listening. Very faintly, he perceived a light knock, muted and muffled. Curiosity got the better of him, and he forced sore muscles to work as he rolled out of bed. His footing wasn’t very sturdy, but he managed to hobble out of the bedroom. The main area was empty, no catgirl, and no sign of her clothing, though Tobias’s shed articles remained. Another knock sounded up ahead.
Making his way over to the front door, Tobias leaned down and peered through the peephole, having to support himself with both hands on the doorframe. Through the little lens, he found Aras. She was still naked, clothes rolled into a bundle and tucked under one arm. She stood with supreme unconcern about being in a public hallway nude, leaning casually against the doorframe to Keri’s room. She lifted a hand, and rapped knuckles lightly on the door.
When it opened, the look on Keri’s face should have sent Aras scampering for cover. The amazon sized juujin glared down at Aras, bed mussed hair half in her eyes, and then froze as she properly took in the sight before her.
“Aras? What on earth are...” she asked in tones normally reserved for patients at mental hospitals.
“Not bored anymore!” Aras chimed happily, blowing Keri a big kiss. She then spun on her heel, and flounced down the hall and out of sight. Keri stared after her, face creasing in bafflement. Then her nose twitched, and she jerked lightly as if zapped by a static shock. Her face lifted, and she took several deep, deliberate breathes through her nose.
Keri’s eyes flew open suddenly, all traces of sleep vanishing. Her mouth dropped open, and she took a half step out of her room. A door slammed shut from just down the hall, and Keri stared intently after the departed Aras. Her gaze slowly swivelled towards the door to Tobias’s room, and he could see her mouth working even if nothing audible was coming out.
She took a step towards his room, then stopped, raising a hand halfway up. She spun back towards Aras’s room, lifting both hands to rub at her temples as she shook her head. Finally though she just let out a frustrated growl, and cast a beseeching look towards the heavens. She turned, walked back into her room, and let the door gently close itself behind her.
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Omake 1
“Aras? What on earth are...” she asked in tones normally reserved for patients at mental hospitals.
“Not bored anymore!” Aras chimed happily, blowing Keri a big kiss. The taller catgirl blinked, and her nose flared as she took a sudden, deep breath. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open in shocked surprise.
Aras spun on her heel and started for her room, but Keri’s hand shot out and snagged her by the tail. The dark skinned catgirl gave a startled little shriek as Keri reeled her back in.
“Aras!” Keri scolded, taking the smaller juujin and bending her over one strong leg. “Bad!” Keri’s free hand came down across the catgirl’s naked rump with a resounding smack!
“Ahh!” Aras cried, wriggling feebly in Keri’s grasp. “No! No! No!”
“Bad kitty!” Keri said, landing another hard slap on the struggling juujin’s backside. “Bad!”
“No!” Aras whined, though perhaps with a bit less conviction. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Oh yes you did!” Keri told her, landing yet another smack, some red creeping into the smooth darkness of the catgirl’s cheeks. “Bad kitty!”
“No...no...mmm, yes,” Aras groaned. “Bad kitty, very bad kitty...”
“That’s right you are,” Keri confirmed with another firm whack. “And now you’re going to have to make it right.”
“Yes I am,” Aras purred, wiggling her rear to invite another spanking blow, which she got. “Whatever can I do?”
Keri didn’t quite smile as she set Aras down and stood up to her full and impressive height. She shoved open the door to her room, and pointed imperiously inside.
“Get in,” she commanded.
“Yes mistress,” Aras cooed, and shuffled forward on her hands and knees. Once she was passed the threshold, Keri stepped in after her, letting the door slowly swing shut.
“Holy shit,” Tobias muttered, and went in search of a box of tissues.
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Omake 2
“Aras? What on earth are...” she asked in tones normally reserved for patients at mental hospitals.
“Not bored anymore!” Aras chimed happily, blowing Keri a big kiss. The taller catgirl blinked, and her nose flared as she took a sudden, deep breath. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open in shocked surprise.
Aras spun on her heel and started for her room, but Keri’s hand shot out and snagged her by the tail. The dark skinned catgirl gave a startled little shriek as Keri reeled her back in.
“Aras!” Keri exclaimed. “You...you fucked Tobias? Without me!”
“What!” Aras said defensively. “I was horny, and he wasn’t exactly fighting it. In fact he...” She paused as Keri’s words finally got processed in her half panicked brain. “Wait a minute, what was that last part?”
“I can’t believe you cut in front of me like that,” Keri half pouted, and Aras’s eyebrows shot up.
“But...but...he...he’s your nephew,” Aras sputtered.
“Well, maybe technically,” Keri said in a wheedling tone. “But it’s not like I really know him well enough to think of him that way yet.”
“Oh,” Aras said. “Oooooh. Well...” She gave Keri a wicked little grin. “Well, we did have a little nap at the end of things, so I’d be willing to bet he’s had time to recover at least a bit.”
Both catgirls’ gazes turned slowly towards the door across the hall, lips turning up into playful grins.
“Oooh, Tooobiiaas,” they sung out in unison...
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Omake 3
“Alright people, settle down!” Phil called out as he maneuvered his electric wheelchair onto the set. “Now then,” he began as all attention focused his way. “Yesterday, I won’t lie, could have gone better. Between recasting issues,” he glared at Keri, who flipped her bangs out of her face with a complete lack of concern. “And equipment difficulties,” he glared at Aras, who hung her head and half hide behind Tobias. “What should have been a four hour shoot took over eight. I find that unacceptable, and it had better not become standard practice. Any questions?”
“Sir,” Tobias said, raising a hand. “I have a question about today’s shoot. You didn’t add any notes in the script for scene six. Is there any way in particular you want it handled?”
“...notes? For scene six?” Phil repeated in mild confusion. “Tobias, that’s the freaking sex scene. What do you need notes for?”
“Well you know,” Tobias said vaguely. “What kind of attitude do you want, what’s my motivation, that stuff.”
Phil stared at him for a long beat, then pinched the bridge of his nose with a pained expression. “Dammit Tobias, if you weren’t the producer’s son...” He sighed. “Aras.”
“Yes sir!” Aras replied promptly.
“Come here please.”
“Sir, yes sir!” She scurried out of the semi-circle of crew members to stand in front of the director.
“Turn around please, and keep turning,” Phil told her.
“Sir?”
“Didn’t fire you,” he reminded her.
“Right! Turning sir!” She yelped, spinning slowly in place.
“Now then, Tobias, take a good look at Aras, what do you see?”
“Uh...I don’t under...” Tobias began.
“A SMOKING HOTTY!” Phil answered for him. “Your motivation is getting to fuck her! Your attitude is understanding how stupidly lucky you are! Got it?”
“Uh...”
“Good!” Phil said. “Lets get started people!” He fished a bottle out of his pocket and swallowed a handful of pills dry, straight from the container. “If we’re not done by the time my pain meds are gone, heads will roll!”
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Characters
Tobias
Former virgin
Keri
Incest bait
Aras
Juujin, like that’s a surprise, right?
Deanna
Lucky to still have a job
David
Wishes he was about 30 years younger
Maid at the end of the hall who saw everything
Currently horny as hell bunnygirl who’s about to jump the traveling business man in room 325.
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Notes: I am not going to apologize for dabbling in incest, and if that bothers you, you might want to just stop reading at this point. You have been warned.
Special thanks go to bsmart, without whom this fic or the world it’s based in, wouldn’t have been born. You’re a hell of a story midwife B.
Find more at : http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Juujin/
Email me, I dare you: wffan1@aol.com
Note: You should probably read the primer prior to reading this, though if you got through the last chapter without doing so and still don’t feel the desire to, I doubt this added reminder will convince you. So, on with the fic...
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Tobias’s legs shook slightly as he walked through the front doors and into the hotel lobby. He never thought he be so glad to be moving under his own power. The ride over from the hospital had been quick, too quick. Aras’s driving style could probably best be described as aggressive. Or perhaps insane.
Not that she was a bad driver, indeed the fact that they were all still alive despite the speeds at which they had zoomed down the crowded streets was testament to her skill. It was her complete and utter disregard for caution, her habit of swerving in and through traffic without slowing or checking her mirrors, and the wheel lifting corners she took that had stretched Tobias’s nerves tight as piano wire.
It was all the more unnerving because she seemed to do it all on purpose. Nearing the hotel, she had proven that she was in fact capable of driving like a sane person, suddenly dropping the car down to five under the limit, using her signals, and merging with smooth grace. Once the police cruiser had turned a corner out of sight though, she’d floored the gas again.
“Why do you let her drive?” Tobias asked plaintively of his aunt as the chocolate skinned speed freak hurried on ahead towards the front desk, leaving them with the luggage.
“Well someone has to,” Keri replied, glancing down at her nephew curiously.
“Yeah but...she’s crazy.”
“Eh,” Keri shrugged. “I guess I’ve just gotten used to it.”
“I didn’t know you could get used to the threat of immanent death,” Tobias quipped, and Keri laughed.
“Not a problem for me, I’ve been hit by speeding cars from the outside before, and walked away with bruises. Actually being in another car would probably hurt less I’d think.”
“You...you’re serious?” Tobias asked incredulously.
“Yeah,” Keri nodded. “It’s not a fun thing, but I know I can take the hit. So it’s kind of hard for me to get uptight about the way Aras drives.”
“What happened? I mean, how did you...?”
“It’s...a long story,” Keri said, somewhat evasively. “It needs a proper a telling.” She sighed and frowned as she glanced over at Aras, who was waving at her from the desk. “Oh now what?”
“Here, you deal with her,” Aras said to Keri in a snarky tone as the juujin joined her at the front desk, waving a hand at the young, annoyed looking woman standing behind the counter.
“What’s the problem?” Keri asked, and Aras rolled her eyes.
“She doesn’t believe me that you are who I said you were.”
“And you gave her my ID?”
“Didn’t faze her.”
Keri raised both eyebrows at that, glancing over at the auburn haired woman. Her gaze dropped slightly, scanning across the metallic name badge pinned to the woman’s navy blue vest.
“Deanna,” she said pleasantly. “Did you run the card through the computer?”
“Yeah,” Deanna replied in a neutral, uncommitted tone.
“And?” Keri prompted.
“It...came up registered to Keri Kirkwood,” the woman added.
“So what’s the problem?”
“You’re Keri Kirkwood?”
“My picture is on the card,” Keri pointed out. Deanna glanced down at the white plastic card, currently laying face down on the counter with the magnetic strip up. In the upper left corner, a small black and white photo displayed Keri’s headshot.
“Yeah but...”
“But what?” Keri asked, her voice growing tight. “That is my picture, on my card. This is my hotel young lady, and if you would like to keep working at it, either hand over the room keys my assistant asked for, or give me a good, logical reason why you seem so reluctant to accept that I am in fact the person who owns this place.”
“You can’t be her though,” Deanna protested uncertainly. “I mean you’re...you’re not...”
“What?” Keri demanded. Deanna just stared at her in response. Then Keri’s eyes flashed with understanding, and her features hardened. “I see. Who is the manager on duty?”
“What?”
“The manager Deanna, the person running the shift? Is it Charles, Alex, Tricia, or David?”
The woman blinked at Keri, and something akin to suppressed panic flitted over her face.
“Uh...David,” she answered slowly.
“Is he in the office?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” With that Keri walked down the length of the counter, reached over it to flip the latch that held the swinging partition down, and strode on into the back, ignoring Deanna’s feeble protest.
“Aunt Keri owns the hotel?” Tobias asked Aras, amazed.
“Owns the whole damn chain,” she answered. “Locations in more than thirty states,” she added in an imitation of a commercial voice over.
“Wow. I don’t believe it, I’ve passed this place just about every day, back and forth to school, and never had any idea.”
Voices came spilling out from the back room, and a second later Keri reappeared, followed by an older gentleman of medium height, graying hair, and dark skin.
“...is no excuse,” Keri was saying as she walked out of the doorway. “I will not tolerate prejudice in one of my establishments.”
“Of course not Ms. Kirkwood,” David said, adjusting the wire rimmed glasses perched on his nose. “I promise you, it won’t happen again.” He fixed Deanna with an annoyed look, and jerked a thumb towards the back. “My office, if you please Mrs. Williams.”
Deanna didn’t look at Keri as she slinked passed, head down, shoulders hunched. David shook his head, and took the woman’s place behind the counter. He picked up a walkie talkie laying by the computer, and clicked it on.
“Jason to the front desk, Jason to the front desk please.” He picked up Keri’s ID card, and ran it through the computer again. “How many rooms did you want ma’am?”
“Three standards please,” Keri answered, her voice still stiff. David nodded, and swiped a trio of cards through the magnetic programmer before handing them over.
“Here you go, three twelve through fourteen.” He paused, and then added. “I’m really sorry about Deanna ma’am. She’s a good girl, good worker. Got kids and no husband, he ran off with a ju...” He paused again, before finishing with “...younger, more energetic woman.”
Keri grimaced, and let out a long breath.
“I don’t care what this town thinks of juujin or believes their place in society should be ,” she said, staring at the back wall as if looking through it into the office beyond. “In my hotel, everyone is to be treated equally and fairly.” She looked sternly at David. “Make sure she understands that, and you make sure she sticks to it, understood?”
“Yes ma’am, thank you,” David said.
“Aras, get the bags,” Keri snapped, turning towards the elevator.
The short ride up to the third floor was tense. Keri stood stiffly, brooding with her arms tightly crossed, fingers of one hand tapping impatiently against the spot patterns of her arm. She stalked out of the car almost before the doors managed to open, and flew down the hall with brisk strides. Tobias and Aras caught up with her just as the door to her room slammed shut.
“She’s really pissed off, isn’t she?” Tobias remarked.
“Yeah well, I don’t know if you noticed, but your town isn’t exactly brimming with pro-juujin friendliness,” Aras replied. She walked over to the door, and knocked gently.
“What?” Keri asked flatly though the door.
“You forgot your luggage,” Aras told her.
“Just leave it by the door.”
“You’re also pouting like a little girl.”
“Bite me Aras.”
“Lastly, you still have all the room keys.”
There was a moment of silence from the room, and then the door swung open.
“Sorry,” Keri said with little conviction, handing over the other two cards.
“Don’t let em get to you Keri,” Aras said, shoving one of the black, wheeled totes at her. “It’s not worth it.”
Keri grunted and shut the door without another word.
“Is she going to be alright?” Tobias asked.
“Course she is, she’s a tough cookie,” Aras replied lightly. “Just been one too many things in a row lately.” She held up the room keys. “Which you want?”
“Does it matter?”
“Probably not,” Aras shrugged, and tossed him one of the cards. He fumbled it slightly, but caught it before it got completely away from him. His ended up being the room across the hall from Keri’s, and he opened the door to peer inside.
The room was larger than he’d been expecting, containing a separate area from the bedroom with a couch and chairs, and a pseudo kitchen with mini-fridge, sink, and coffee pot. The bathroom, just inside the front door and to the right, was actually bigger than the one he’d had at home, with twin sinks. It was decorated like most hotels he’d been in, casual, muted tones and simple artwork. The furnishings were sturdy looking but minimalist in design. All in all, it was nice and cozy looking.
Tobias glanced back out of the room, down the hall. Aras was just reaching the door to her own room, wheeling the other little black tote behind her. She walked with a sway in her hips perfectly calculated to draw male eyes, each foot passing slightly in front of the other with every step. Tobias was hardly immune to the effect, especially with her form hugging outfit.
She paused at the door, as if suddenly aware of being watched, and tilted her head to stare at him out of the corner of one eye. The brow of said eye arched slightly, her face taking on a look of...what? Curiosity, amusement, interest? Tobias wasn’t sure.
“Yes?” she asked, tone simple, even.
“Uh, I was...just wondering when we were leaving tomorrow?” Tobias managed to say without taking too long to think of something plausible. He had actually been wondering, though it hadn’t been the primary focus of his thoughts at the moment.
“Oh,” Aras said calmly. “Early, the flight’s at ten, so we’ll need to leave around eight.” Was it his imagination, or did she seem almost, disappointed?
“Gotcha, thanks,” Tobias replied, starting to duck back into his room.
“You’re welcome,” Aras said, in a tone that made Tobias pause to look at her. She smirked at him in a little, self-satisfied way, and cocked one hip to the side in a way that drew his eyes before he could think. When he snapped his gaze back up to her face, her smile widened to show her teeth, and she kissed the air at him.
She gave a little, chiming laugh as he felt his face heat, shaking her head in amusement as she turned back to open her room door and strutted on through, swaying. The door swung shut lazily, and it wasn’t until it clicked shut that Tobias shook himself out of his stunned reaction. He didn’t know what she was playing at exactly, but he felt like he was in a game of which he didn’t know the rules or goal of, only that he was losing it somehow.
He closed the door to his own room, and leaned back against it. A thought struck him, but he banished it almost immediately. It came creeping back though, even as he denied it.
“She couldn’t really be interested,” he told himself. It had to be some kind of game, her enjoying being able to get a rise out of him. “Be realistic, a girl that good looking isn’t going to come knocking at your door Tobi.”
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The tv guide channel was on it’s fifteenth, or was it sixteenth?, repetition when Tobias heard a muted knocking. It wasn’t on his door, but it was close, one of the rooms next to his certainly. At first he disregarded it; if it wasn’t for him, it wasn’t any of his business. When it repeated again a moment later though, he couldn’t help but be curious. Part of it was simple boredom, even with all the cable channels offered, there was nothing good on television, and watching the little rows of shows scrolling across the screen wasn’t doing much to pass the time.
When the knock came for a third time, he rolled off the bed and padded on over to the door, peering through the peephole. The image was a little fisheyed through the tiny lens, but he had no trouble at all recognizing Aras. She leaned against the door frame of Keri’s room, still dressed in her too tight chauffeur’s jacket and cap, one high booted leg propped up against the opposite side of the frame. The position did interesting things to the curve of her rump, or maybe that was just the peephole distortion.
She raised a hand, rapping knuckles on the door with a casual flick of her wrist. Tobias heard what sounded like a voice, but it was muted to the point of being just noise. He leaned an ear toward the door, and tried to listen.
“Come on Keri,” he just heard Aras say, exasperation in her tone. “Sulking isn’t going to help.” There was an indignant buzz. “Of course you’re not, so open the door.” There was something that might have been a snarl, and the door flew open so fast Tobias half expected Aras to be sucked into the room after it. Then he caught sight of Keri, and all other thoughts left his head.
Unlike Aras, the amazon sized catgirl had changed clothes, or at least removed most of them. She wore a sleeveless tee, one of the cheap, half dozen per package types. The shirt was thin, more elastic than cloth really, and it needed to be to stretch over Keri’s large frame, which pulled it dangerously thin. In that state, it was wholly incapable of hiding the fact that she had a pair of interesting piercings, and did not even entirely conceal the shift of color beneath the fabric.
As Tobias had suspected, the white patch that started just under Keri’s eyes flowed down over her chest and belly, cupping the inner curves of her breasts, leaving the outer spotted. The dotted rings hugged her along her ribs, letting the white fur coat her flat stomach, which her overly small and short tee failed to cover at all.
Keri hadn’t bothered with pants before opening the door, sporting simple, dark gray panties that clung to her hips as snugly as the shirt did her chest, and though the darker color wasn’t nearly transparent like the shirt, it still concealed less than it showed. The two slight articles of clothing certainly did not hide any of Keri’s supple, athletic build, freely displaying the toned expanse of her arms, her legs, her stomach. There was obvious strength in her appearance, her limbs wound with lean muscle that showed through her short fur.
Tobias took his eye from the peephole, blew out a breath, and tried to get his imagination under control, among other things. There was no denying that Keri was appealing, incredibly, awe inspiringly appealing. But she was his aunt, his mother’s sister. She was family. She was also a juujin, and more she was for all practical purposes, a stranger. As much as his mind said “Aunt!”, Tobias just didn’t have any familish feelings towards her, no innate gut reaction to block the signals his libido was sending down his spine. Some part of him somewhere even found something thrilling about the idea of her being a relation.
“Stop that!” he growled at himself, only vaguely aware of Aras and Keri talking in raised voices on the other side of the door. If he’d been less distracted he would have been able to make them out, but as it was he only caught the tail end of the conversation.
“I don’t care!” Keri snapped. “This isn’t a vacation, you can entertain yourself for a night. Go watch tv or something, we’re not going out!”
“Ahhhh!” Aras let out a frustrated groan. “Tv is so boring, and there’s hours of daylight left. Come on, how about some shopping, you love shopping.”
“You love shopping, not me. Which stores do you think I’m going to find pre-made clothes that’ll fit me” Keri countered. “You just like me to come so you can con me into buying you stuff.”
“And isn’t it fun?” Aras asked sweetly.
“Goodnight Aras,” Keri said, turning to go, showing off the sleek lines of her back, dotted liberally with spots. They bunched into an almost solid line as they ran down her spine to where her tail poked out just under the waistband of her panties.
“It’s barely afternoon!” Aras half shouted, stamping a foot.
“Whatever, see you tomorrow.”
“But I’m boooored. What am I suppose to do?”
“Don’t care.”
The door swung shut, and Aras glared at it for a moment before kicking the frame, and actually blowing a raspberry after the departed Keri. She spun, putting her back to the door, and crossing her arms moodily over her chest, muttering rapidly under her breath, lips forming the shapes of several unfavorable words. Her narrowed eyes shot across the hall, and she paused. A considering look crossed her features, her head slowly coming up right, eyes widening with a sudden, pleased glint.
She pushed off the door, and bounced across the hall on the balls of her feet, arms swinging freely. She stepped up to the door, raised one hand, and knocked, three soft, perfectly spaced beats.
Tobias jerked back from the peephole, and blinked in uncertainty at the door. What on earth did she want with him? Something about the look in her eyes had unsettled him, it had been unnerving. On the other hand, a very cute, very hot girl was standing just outside his hotel room.
“Oh stop it,” he muttered, beating down certain thoughts that idea brought to mind. He reached for the door handle, but paused. He waited a handful of seconds, enough to make it seem plausible he’d had to get up and cross to the door. No reason to make her suspect he’d been spying on her after all.
“Took ya long enough,” she said, brushing right by him into the room. “Was starting to think you were going to stand there all day thinking about it.”
“Uh, w-wha?” Tobias sputtered, and she smirked at him.
“Aww, that’s so cute, you thought you were being all sneaky,” she squeaked.
“Uh, I um...” Tobias babbled for a moment, then blew out a breath. “Sorry, didn’t really mean to. I was just...”
“Bored?” Aras suggested, rocking back on her heels, no simple feat in her narrow boots.
“Yeah,” Tobias admitted with a forced smile.
“Me too, care to hang out?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Tobias answered, surprised.
“Great, come on,” Aras said, slipping an arm through his and dragging him along with her. She was deceptively strong, and even being half a head shorter and at least fifty pounds lighter she manhandled him readily over to the couch and shoved him down into it. She then promptly plopped herself down in his lap, legs stretched out over the couch, one arm draping across his shoulders.
Tobias froze in utter shock, at a loss as to what to do or say. Part of him offered some suggestions, loudly, but he ignored it, if reluctantly. Dreams and fantasies aside, girls did not just throw themselves into random guys arms, certainly not guys like him. He couldn’t quite figure out what else she might have in mind admittedly, but he still fought the itching desire to let his hands explore. He did not need to create drama between himself and his aunt’s assistant by feeling her up uninvited.
Aras was not doing his self control any favors though, squirming around in his lap as she un-zipped her thigh high boots and tugged them off, displaying some remarkable flexibility, and lots of rich, dark flesh, in the process. The fishnets ran all the way down to her ankles, leaving her small, dainty feet naked. She wiggled her newly freed toes, and sighed.
“Ahhh, I love those boots, but damn they kill my feet.” She leaned into Tobias, and he could feel her body relax against him. “You’re awful stiff,” she commented after a beat.
“Sorry,” Tobias said, practically by reflex. He’d been hoping she might miss that. “I uh, kind of can’t help it with you sitting on me.”
Aras leaned a little away to look at him, and a slow smile crept over her face.
“I meant you’re sitting stiff,” she explained, biting her lip in suppressed laughter as Tobias’s face flushed.
“Sorry.”
“Why?”
He blinked at that, looking her in the eyes for a moment.
“I...well I...I don’t know?”
Aras giggled.
“Tobias,” she said in overly serious tones. “Why do you think I’m sitting in your lap?”
“I...have no idea.”
“Tobias,” she reprimanded him in sing song. “You do so. There’s only two types of people who’s lap I’ll sit in, and you’re no Saint Nick.”
“Wait, what?”
She rolled her eyes, but smiled.
“You know what I have in mind, I know you do. You just can’t bring yourself to believe it.” She leaned in close to him, close enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath on his cheek. “Say it for me,” she whispered. “Say it, and you can have it.”
“You uh...” Tobias coughed, clearing his throat. “You...want to make out?”
“Mmm, that’d be a nice start,” she purred, leaning in the last few inches to press soft, pliable lips to his. She sank into the kiss, and for a time she was all Tobias was aware of, the gentle but insistent pressure of her mouth on his, the fresh, crisp scent of whatever soap or body wash she preferred in his nose, the supple form of her body sliding down his as she settled fully into him. Her arms winded about his neck, and he felt her tongue come probing against his lips, seeking invitation. He gladly gave it, and she slipped into his mouth. Her tongue ran across his, giving him the taste of her, something exotic and almost tart, an elusive flavor he really wasn’t of a mind to track down the proper words to describe, merely to enjoy.
She came up for air after...hell, Tobias couldn’t even guess how long, but their lips parted loudly, and she hissed out a gasp of air.
“You should touch me,” she breathed, before plunging back in for more. As if let off leashes, Tobias’s hands moved up of their own accord, one coming to rest on the small of her back, the other laying across her stockinged leg. His fingers curled against her, following the natural shape of her form. His touch wandered along the length of her thigh, and around her side to slide down to her hip.
Aras squirmed, body rocking in small little motions, slight pleased whimpers sounding in her throat. Her head rolled to one side as his fingers traced up the inner curve of her thigh, a shuddering sigh slipping out of her momentarily freed lips. Tobias brought his mouth down upon the offering of her elegant neck, and her gasp made him pull her tight against his aching desire.
“Touch me,” she whined, turning in his grasp to press her back into him, grinding her firm ass into his lap. “Touch me like I know you want to.”
Tobias’s hands again seemed to move of their own decision, though he was happy enough to let them as they slid up the girl’s slim form to cup her breasts. She arched back into him as he gently squeezed her through the tight fitting jacket. Her head lolled to one side as she writhed against him, the chauffeur cap falling free, letting her hair come down like a silken waterfall of obsidian.
It also uncovered the pair of raven black cat ears that rose along the upper sides of her head, coming to gentle points just over the top of her hair. Tobias’s eyes caught sight of the feline features, and it was as if they reached out and chained him into place. He didn’t realized he’d frozen in surprise until Aras whined at him.
“Why’d you stop?” she demanded, rolling her hips firmly against him.
“You’re a juujin?” The words just popped out of his mouth, without bothering to check in for clearance from his brain first. Not that said organ was exactly the one in control at the moment. Aras stopped writhing against him, and Tobias wanted nothing more than to have those words back.
“Uhhh...yeah,” she said, her voice puzzled. She tilted her neck around to look at him out of the corner of one eye. “You needed the ears to figure that out?”
“Well I...I didn’t want to...hell, you were trying to hide the fact, right?” He floundered. Aras sat up, squirming around to face him, straddling his thighs. She looked him in the face speculatively, then picked up the hat and plopped it back on her head, tucking her ears up under it.
“So, you really couldn’t guess I’m a juujin looking like this?” She asked, doubt tinting her words.
“Well, I couldn’t say you weren’t...”
“And the fact that ,despite our having talked less than ten whole minutes so far, I came knocking on your door looking to get laid didn’t tip you off?”
“Hey, I didn’t know how far you were planning to take things,” he said a bit defensively. She stared at him as if he’d just grown a second head.
“Tobias, I was all but tearing my clothes off,” she said. “And I was getting ready to that, seeing as you didn’t seem to be about to.”
“Sorry, I didn’t...” He let out a frustrated sigh. “I didn’t know what to do,” He admitted. “I don’t have any experience in this things.”
Aras practically gawked at him, and Tobias felt his face flush for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day.
“Whoa wait a minute,” she said. “You’ve never been with a juujin before?”
“My parents don’t...didn’t approve of juujin.”
“Oh...okay, but you’ve been with a girl before, right?” She asked. He just gave her a level look. She stared at him a moment, sucking on her lower lip. “With a guy?” she ventured.
“No!” Tobias half shouted, and Aras held up both hands.
“Okay, okay, sorry.”
“Dammit Aras, no,” Tobias groaned. “I’ve never...been with anyone.”
“Wow...” she said with tactless surprise. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen,” he grumbled.
“And you’re still a virgin?”
“Yeah, rub it in a little more please.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said, a faint pinkish blush lighting her cheeks. “I wasn’t trying to...I just would have expected...”
“Yeah well, it’s a little hard of a thing to lose when you’re raised in a household that expects you have as little to do with juujin as possible.” Tobias said, voicing raising a bit. “Do you have any idea how many single human girls there are in highschool? None. Everyone belongs to a pack, or pride, or clique, or whatever the hell they call their dating group. No girl tries to go solo these days, certainly no human girls. They know they can’t compete with juujin, especially not with the guy/girl ratio as skewed as it is. Any human girl that wants a guy pretty much has to join a dating group, and I’ll be damned if I’ve ever seen one that’s completely human. So how the hell was I suppose to find a just one nice human girl that my parent’s would have approved of?” He finished in a rush, and had to take a deep, calming breath.
“Oh...”Aras said softly. “Well, shit. That’s not very fair.”
Tobias laughed mirthlessly.
“Yeah, I kind of thought so too.”
“So, you don’t have any issues with juujin then?” She asked a bit hopefully.
“No, thank god,” Tobias answered. “Would make things a little awkward with me and aunt Keri if I did, right?”
Aras smiled at him.
“Maybe just a little.” She regarded him, sucking on her bottom lip slightly as she did.
“What?”
“Oh, just thinking...” she replied distractedly.
“Thinking about what?”
“Well,” she purred, voice turning sultry. “I was just thinking, I’ve never had the chance to be a guy’s first lay. I’ve never gotten to introduce someone to the pleasures of a woman. I’m going to have to give it my all, can’t let my gender down now, can I?”
“Uhhh,” Tobias said as what seemed to be half the blood in his body suddenly went south. “You...you mean you weren’t just teasing me earlier when you said...”
“Oh no,” Aras murmured, leaning forward. “I would never tease about that.” She ran the fingers of one hand slowly down his chest, over his stomach, and still lower. She smirked as he groaned at her touch. “So, no problems with having a juujin make you a man?” Tobias looked her in the eyes a moment, then reached up and took the hat off her head, exposing her ears again.
“No, no problems.”
Aras was pressed back against him a second later, arms wrapping about him, mouth pressed his as if about to inhale him. His own hands eagerly returned to exploring her body, running full up and down her back, giving her ass a firm squeeze, pulling her hips down hard against him as he pressed up into her. She bucked in his lap as he did, chest rising and falling against his in an ever increasing rhythm. She broke from their kiss to suck down several lungfulls of air before leaning over to seize the flesh of his neck between her teeth, the bite sending an electric thrill through him.
One of Tobias’s hands slid up her back, up her neck, grabbing her by the hair, winding fingers through the raven locks. She growled eagerly against his throat, lips closing around the skin as she sucked hard on his neck. His hand slid higher, thumb rubbing against one of her feline ears, and she purred, truly purred. It was a deep chested rumble that bubbled up into her throat, and she tilted her head more to nuzzle against his hand.
He took the hint, and took the offered ear between thumb and fingers, rubbing firmly. Aras melted into him, eyes closing in pleasure as she started to sink into him bonelessly. She rode down the slope of his body, letting out a delicious whimpering moan as he took her other ear to task, giving it the same treatment.
He almost laughed as she slid right off him onto the floor, face shining with content bliss as he continued to play with her feline features. She opened one eye to look adoringly up at him, and her teeth showed as she grinned hungrily. Her hands wandered up his legs, and he froze as she popped the button to his jeans.
“Don’t you dare stop playing with my ears now,” she warned playfully. “Keep it up, and good things will happen to you.”
Tobias didn’t need to be told twice, and his fingers resumed caressing her ears as she pulled down the zipper, peeling open the denim. Her fingers slid slowly, painfully slowly up either side of the straining bulge in his boxers, fingertips hooking one by one over the waistband. The desire to have her touch him was starting to become unbearable, but she kept to her slow pace, tugging down the elastic band in little, alternating half inch increments. She leaned in a little closer with each tug, and Tobias groaned in pained anticipation as he felt her hot breath wash against his manhood.
When she finally had him fully exposed she paused to look up at him, eyes gleaming, a wicked smile curving her lips as she studied his face. She watched him, and waited, and waited, and waited...
“Dammit, Aras...” He growled, and she gave a happy little giggle. Then she leaned in the rest of the way and took the head of his cock into her mouth. Wondrous liquid warmth engulfed him, and his mind just emptied of everything. His body went on autopilot, fingers locked into stroking the catgirl’s ears as pure, physical pleasure ran through him.
It didn’t take long for the sensation to start to get away from him as Aras slowly took more and more of his length between her lips, to become a steady pressure building up with each delicate tongue stroke, a demanding urge for release as he felt himself hit the back of her throat. He tried to hold back, wanting it to last longer, wanting to last longer in front of Aras, but when it came down to it she just felt too good, her mouth too warm and wet around him, and his body all too willing to give her what she was coaxing from him.
Tobias’s eyes slammed shut as his vision blurred, and a pulsing, throbbing wave of intense pleasure erupted through him. It left him incoherent, completely unaware of anything but the feeling itself, and it was more glorious than anything he’d ever imagined.
He came back to find Aras calmly and casually licking and sucking him clean, making little slurping noises that sent twinges through him. She kept at it for longer than seemed absolutely necessary, but he was hardly inclined to stop her. All the while, he realized he was still playing with her ears.
He rather reluctantly let the furry little flaps of skin slide free of his grasp as she sat up, running her tongue over her lips daintily. She flashed him a dimple inducing smile.
“You seemed to enjoy that,” she said with mock innocence.
“You have a way with understatement,” Tobias managed to slur out.
“Better than your hand I take it?”
“You’ve officially ruined me on self pleasure,” he confirmed, and she laughed wickedly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t go longer, I just...”
“Oh, pfft,” she interrupted. “I didn’t expect you to. You’re young and inexperienced, and I’m fucking hot as hell.” She winked at him playfully, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry Tobi, we’ll get your stamina up.”
“Oh?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.
“What, did you think I was done with you?” Aras stood, and her hands drifted to the buckle of the wide belt about her waist. “Like I said, you’re young. What you lack in staying power right now, you can make up for with the ability to bounce back quickly.”
She popped the belt open, and slowly pulled it free. As she did, she revealed a slender length of jet black fur which was wrapped about her waist. The belt fell away to the floor, and Aras’s tail pulled away, uncurling behind her to wag lazily back and forth. Tobias’s eyes tracked it, following the glossy black tip for a moment before glancing up at her face.
“Any other surprises I should expect?”
“Well what fun would it be if I told you?” she teased. Her gaze drifted down, and she hummed in a pleased fashion. “See, already good for another go.” Her hands walked up the front of her jacket, and she caressed the golden buttons that held it shut. “How’d you like my dancing earlier?”
“It was, very nice,” Tobias told her.
“Did you stare at me?” She asked, voice dropping.
“Very much so.”
“It turned you on?” She purred.
“Yes,” he half growled.
Aras wet her lips, tongue running in a slow, sensual circle as she started on the buttons. Her hips swayed, body rocking lightly with the gradual motion. Her feet glided lightly over the thin carpet, legs flashing in their fishnets. Her hair gleamed as the light streamed across it, head rolling to display the tantalizing curve of her neck. Her eyes remained locked onto him, gaze smoldering and intense.
Tobias watched with rapt attention as the catgirl undressed, displaying her body to him with utter delight, clear enjoyment on her features in having his eyes on her. The jacket soon hung open, secured by one final button alone. The creamy chocolate tone of her skin beneath stood out against the dark black of the fabric. The inner slopes of her breasts peeked out, and Aras ran her hands over her chest with pleased little moans, pressing the enticing flesh together, pulling back on the jacket to just shy of displaying the firm tips that pressed against the inside of the fabric.
She spun around, bending down straight at the waist, giving Tobias a teasing peek at the lower curves of her rear as the jacket pulled up. She wore only a slight, lacy black thong under the jacket, something barely noticeable next to everything else on display. She came back up with fingers trailing over her legs, plucking at the fishnets like guitar strings.
Aras rolled her hips as she caressed her legs, fingers massaging her thighs. She lifted each leg in turn, turning to either side as she did to show off the entirety of each limb. She brought her knees up to her chest, and extended the leg, until she was able to lay her face against her calves. The whole time her balance never wavered, and her swaying hips never ceased. She kissed each calf sensually, eyes boring into Tobias’s, and just as gracefully lowered the leg back down.
She didn’t face him as the jacket came off, sliding bit by bit down her back, as she worked it back and forth, baring her shoulders, her back. Her skin nearly shone with its own even toned perfection. She let the top hang, held on only by her arms in the sleeves. Her hands ran down her hips, lifting the back to grant him brief flashes of her ass. She swayed and rolled, the sides of her breasts momentarily visible with each partial turn.
When Aras finally let the jacket fall, Tobias was aching to touch her again, part of him screaming at him to jump up, grab her, and just fuck her, as hard and fast as he could. Another part however urged him to wait, to be patient, and to enjoy every second of the womanly display as Aras arched her back, arms stretched and twined above her.
Her arms came snaking down, and she finally, finally turned back towards him, limbs teasingly crossed over her chest. Her gaze could have burned smoking holes into the walls as she regarded him. Her arms slid across her breasts, till only her hands remained, cupping the twin mounds. Then just her fingers, rubbing in slow, gentle circles. Then nothing, her fingers curling down the sides of her breasts, leaving the dark, deep red tips exposed and standing stiff.
Her hands caressed down her sides, thumbs catching under the band of her thong, and bringing it down along the way. She turned, denying him the view, and let the slim piece of fabric fall to the floor. She glided across the floor, one hand reaching out to grasp the door frame to the bedroom as she reached it, and she molded her body against it. Her other hand reached out, and a finger wagged invitingly to him.
Tobias was up and across the room in no time, simply holding his pants up rather than bothering with them. He reached her, and Aras stopped him cold with a palm on his chest.
“Uh uh,” she chided playfully. “No clothes in here.” She gave him a gentle little shove, slipped around the corner, and vanished into the bedroom.
Clothing flew as Tobias got undressed. Some part of him wanted to be embarrassed about getting ready to walk completely naked in front of a woman he’d just met. It was not a part that had any say in his current actions though, and he strode through the doorway with, if not exactly confidence, a lack of self-consciousness.
Aras was waiting for him on the edge of the bed, fishnetted legs crossed, arms behind her as she leaned back. The vison of her struck him momentarily dumb, and he could only stare at her as his mind tried to comprehend that she really was there for him.
“Hey stud,” she crooned. “You want to stare, or do you want to fuck?”
Tobias tried to respond, but words failed him altogether. The more primal part of his brain took advantage to take full control at that moment, and speaking became unnecessary. He crossed over to her, bending down to cup her face in his hands, and kissed her, hard. She responded in kind, arms encircling his waist, and she pulled him down on her.
The next few hours were a haze. Aras did not introduce Tobias to sex with gentle coupling or patient guidance. She took a more pragmatic approach, and wrapped her legs about his waist, lined him up, and pulled him into her right to the hilt. Pure instinct took over at that point, and Tobias had pounded away at her with the flesh slapping jackhammer thrusts of pure lust. It was rough, hard, animalistic fucking.
It didn’t take long for the rapid pumping to wear Tobias down, both in physical exhaustion and sexual stamina. Panting and gasping, he had spilled his seed into the catgirl with a throaty trill from her, before collapsing with burning muscles and aching balls.
Aras had given him a moment, then rolled him over, slid down his body, and gone to work on him. Her soft lips and gentle tongue had gradually coaxed his half flaccid member back to life, and she had mounted him, hands on his chest. He was starting to feel somewhat sore, but the slight ache had blended with the pleasure, being drowned out by the enjoyable sensation of her insides tightening about him as she rode him to her own body shuddering orgasm.
She barely slowed through the blissful release, and was bouncing hard and fast again within the space of a few seconds. She came again, throwing her head back in a throaty moan that had, along with the view of the lean, limber, perfectly curved woman impaled upon him, driven Tobias over as well.
Things had slowed a bit after that, but only because it had taken Aras longer to get him primed to go again. When she finally had him up, she’d propped herself up on the headboard, tail waving invitingly across her bottom. He’d taken her from behind, hands running across her sides, her hips, her breasts. His aching and mostly spent manhood had throbbed in a mix of pain and pleasure, but it only spurred him on, hips smacking into her firm ass in steady rhythm, whimpering gasps spilling from her lips with each jarring contact.
Aras had not relented on him until simply no amount of oral skill could encourage Tobias’s manhood to come play again. She hadn’t quit though, merely paused to let him rest for an hour or so, massaging his tired and tight muscles, rubbing him down before working him up again. Things had devolved into a complete haze passed then, memories of the events nothing more than a vague sense of painful pleasure, sweating bodies, and rocking hips.
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It was dark when Tobias came to, and he wished he hadn’t. He ached, utterly and completely. Muscles screamed at him from over use, and his skin protested the grimy feel of layers of dried sweat. Aras was nowhere in evidence, but the debris of her visit remained. The bed was wrecked, pillows nowhere to be seen, sheets torn free and twisted, the mattress guard skewed. The bedside lamp leaned drunkenly against the wall, and a painting hung crooked on the wall. The only light came from somewhere out in the main room.
A door closed somewhere from out there, and Tobias strained his ears, listening. Very faintly, he perceived a light knock, muted and muffled. Curiosity got the better of him, and he forced sore muscles to work as he rolled out of bed. His footing wasn’t very sturdy, but he managed to hobble out of the bedroom. The main area was empty, no catgirl, and no sign of her clothing, though Tobias’s shed articles remained. Another knock sounded up ahead.
Making his way over to the front door, Tobias leaned down and peered through the peephole, having to support himself with both hands on the doorframe. Through the little lens, he found Aras. She was still naked, clothes rolled into a bundle and tucked under one arm. She stood with supreme unconcern about being in a public hallway nude, leaning casually against the doorframe to Keri’s room. She lifted a hand, and rapped knuckles lightly on the door.
When it opened, the look on Keri’s face should have sent Aras scampering for cover. The amazon sized juujin glared down at Aras, bed mussed hair half in her eyes, and then froze as she properly took in the sight before her.
“Aras? What on earth are...” she asked in tones normally reserved for patients at mental hospitals.
“Not bored anymore!” Aras chimed happily, blowing Keri a big kiss. She then spun on her heel, and flounced down the hall and out of sight. Keri stared after her, face creasing in bafflement. Then her nose twitched, and she jerked lightly as if zapped by a static shock. Her face lifted, and she took several deep, deliberate breathes through her nose.
Keri’s eyes flew open suddenly, all traces of sleep vanishing. Her mouth dropped open, and she took a half step out of her room. A door slammed shut from just down the hall, and Keri stared intently after the departed Aras. Her gaze slowly swivelled towards the door to Tobias’s room, and he could see her mouth working even if nothing audible was coming out.
She took a step towards his room, then stopped, raising a hand halfway up. She spun back towards Aras’s room, lifting both hands to rub at her temples as she shook her head. Finally though she just let out a frustrated growl, and cast a beseeching look towards the heavens. She turned, walked back into her room, and let the door gently close itself behind her.
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Omake 1
“Aras? What on earth are...” she asked in tones normally reserved for patients at mental hospitals.
“Not bored anymore!” Aras chimed happily, blowing Keri a big kiss. The taller catgirl blinked, and her nose flared as she took a sudden, deep breath. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open in shocked surprise.
Aras spun on her heel and started for her room, but Keri’s hand shot out and snagged her by the tail. The dark skinned catgirl gave a startled little shriek as Keri reeled her back in.
“Aras!” Keri scolded, taking the smaller juujin and bending her over one strong leg. “Bad!” Keri’s free hand came down across the catgirl’s naked rump with a resounding smack!
“Ahh!” Aras cried, wriggling feebly in Keri’s grasp. “No! No! No!”
“Bad kitty!” Keri said, landing another hard slap on the struggling juujin’s backside. “Bad!”
“No!” Aras whined, though perhaps with a bit less conviction. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Oh yes you did!” Keri told her, landing yet another smack, some red creeping into the smooth darkness of the catgirl’s cheeks. “Bad kitty!”
“No...no...mmm, yes,” Aras groaned. “Bad kitty, very bad kitty...”
“That’s right you are,” Keri confirmed with another firm whack. “And now you’re going to have to make it right.”
“Yes I am,” Aras purred, wiggling her rear to invite another spanking blow, which she got. “Whatever can I do?”
Keri didn’t quite smile as she set Aras down and stood up to her full and impressive height. She shoved open the door to her room, and pointed imperiously inside.
“Get in,” she commanded.
“Yes mistress,” Aras cooed, and shuffled forward on her hands and knees. Once she was passed the threshold, Keri stepped in after her, letting the door slowly swing shut.
“Holy shit,” Tobias muttered, and went in search of a box of tissues.
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Omake 2
“Aras? What on earth are...” she asked in tones normally reserved for patients at mental hospitals.
“Not bored anymore!” Aras chimed happily, blowing Keri a big kiss. The taller catgirl blinked, and her nose flared as she took a sudden, deep breath. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open in shocked surprise.
Aras spun on her heel and started for her room, but Keri’s hand shot out and snagged her by the tail. The dark skinned catgirl gave a startled little shriek as Keri reeled her back in.
“Aras!” Keri exclaimed. “You...you fucked Tobias? Without me!”
“What!” Aras said defensively. “I was horny, and he wasn’t exactly fighting it. In fact he...” She paused as Keri’s words finally got processed in her half panicked brain. “Wait a minute, what was that last part?”
“I can’t believe you cut in front of me like that,” Keri half pouted, and Aras’s eyebrows shot up.
“But...but...he...he’s your nephew,” Aras sputtered.
“Well, maybe technically,” Keri said in a wheedling tone. “But it’s not like I really know him well enough to think of him that way yet.”
“Oh,” Aras said. “Oooooh. Well...” She gave Keri a wicked little grin. “Well, we did have a little nap at the end of things, so I’d be willing to bet he’s had time to recover at least a bit.”
Both catgirls’ gazes turned slowly towards the door across the hall, lips turning up into playful grins.
“Oooh, Tooobiiaas,” they sung out in unison...
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Omake 3
“Alright people, settle down!” Phil called out as he maneuvered his electric wheelchair onto the set. “Now then,” he began as all attention focused his way. “Yesterday, I won’t lie, could have gone better. Between recasting issues,” he glared at Keri, who flipped her bangs out of her face with a complete lack of concern. “And equipment difficulties,” he glared at Aras, who hung her head and half hide behind Tobias. “What should have been a four hour shoot took over eight. I find that unacceptable, and it had better not become standard practice. Any questions?”
“Sir,” Tobias said, raising a hand. “I have a question about today’s shoot. You didn’t add any notes in the script for scene six. Is there any way in particular you want it handled?”
“...notes? For scene six?” Phil repeated in mild confusion. “Tobias, that’s the freaking sex scene. What do you need notes for?”
“Well you know,” Tobias said vaguely. “What kind of attitude do you want, what’s my motivation, that stuff.”
Phil stared at him for a long beat, then pinched the bridge of his nose with a pained expression. “Dammit Tobias, if you weren’t the producer’s son...” He sighed. “Aras.”
“Yes sir!” Aras replied promptly.
“Come here please.”
“Sir, yes sir!” She scurried out of the semi-circle of crew members to stand in front of the director.
“Turn around please, and keep turning,” Phil told her.
“Sir?”
“Didn’t fire you,” he reminded her.
“Right! Turning sir!” She yelped, spinning slowly in place.
“Now then, Tobias, take a good look at Aras, what do you see?”
“Uh...I don’t under...” Tobias began.
“A SMOKING HOTTY!” Phil answered for him. “Your motivation is getting to fuck her! Your attitude is understanding how stupidly lucky you are! Got it?”
“Uh...”
“Good!” Phil said. “Lets get started people!” He fished a bottle out of his pocket and swallowed a handful of pills dry, straight from the container. “If we’re not done by the time my pain meds are gone, heads will roll!”
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Characters
Tobias
Former virgin
Keri
Incest bait
Aras
Juujin, like that’s a surprise, right?
Deanna
Lucky to still have a job
David
Wishes he was about 30 years younger
Maid at the end of the hall who saw everything
Currently horny as hell bunnygirl who’s about to jump the traveling business man in room 325.
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Notes: I am not going to apologize for dabbling in incest, and if that bothers you, you might want to just stop reading at this point. You have been warned.
Special thanks go to bsmart, without whom this fic or the world it’s based in, wouldn’t have been born. You’re a hell of a story midwife B.
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