This choice: Apologize to Ankha for starring and ask again for help • Go Back... There weren't a lot of other options available and Elijah could feel his legs going numb. If he was going to get out of here before he passed out he would have to sweet talk Ankha into pulling him out, or at the very least go find some help. He swallowed his pride and folded his hands together in supplication.
"Ankha listen to me," he pleaded, "I'm sorry for staring at you. If you help me out here I promise I won't bother you anym—"
"Lick it."
The response was so sudden and out of left field that Elijah felt as though he just tumbled off a cliff. "W-w-what?"
Ankha huffed and crossed her arms. "You heard me, me-mow. I want you to eat my muff like it's the last thimble of water in the desert. I want you to show me the kind of slut you are. If you can properly satisfy me then I'll pull you out."
The situation was so surreal that Elijah couldn't tell if he was dreaming or if he hit his head.
He wanted to do it, of course, who wouldn’t? Ankha was one of the most beautiful villagers in town and despite her haughty attitude and cold treatment toward Elijah in particular he still felt as though he could have a chance.
Unfortunately, the yellow cat must’ve taken his silence to mean that he was backing out because she fixed Elijah with a glowering stare that made the hairs on his neck stand on end. "Fine then, I guess you can take care of yourself. Good luck climbing out."
When she turned to leave Elijah felt his heart seize with panic and his breathing became ragged and irregular. He reached out "W-wait! Ok, ok I'll do it. Just please…"
Ankha stopped, walked back over, and squatted over the human’s face in full view of her ladyhood.
“Better get started, me-mow. I don’t want to stand here all day.”
Soundly defeated, Elijah hung his head in shame. All of the remaining dignity drained out of his body as he stuck his tongue out and pressed it to her waiting cunny.
He found purchase on moist, almost oily skin that tasted faintly of copper. Strange, but not unpleasant.
He slowly explored the bumps and valleys of her mound, taking long sensual licks between the folds of her flower, never quite penetrating under the surface.
As he went to work small trickles of feminine fluid seeped in and coated the roof of his mouth.
Elijah had fully expeçted to munch on some fur, so he was pretty surprised by how smooth it felt.
At first, it was difficult for Elijah to tell if he was having much of an effect, as Ankha made no sound and didn’t move. The hot breaths that washed across his back were slow and methodical.
Over time, however, that soon began to change.
Deep shudders rolled down her spine that translated into legs that quivered and shook.
Cracks in her stoic cool facade began to show through little facial motions that were hard to read, a twitch of the mouth here and a flutter of the eyelids there.
Her breathing quickened from rhythmic and steady draws to quick and erratic staccato gasps, and when her tail thrashed to and fro it would sometimes smack Elijah in the side of the head.
Elijah felt a strange sense of pride that he was able to please Ankha in this way, though she was taking advantage of him. In a way it made him feel like a real man.
Alas, the good times were about to come to an end. Ankha stood up straight, sighed in annoyance, and patted his head. “Ok, that’s enough, you’ve paid your dues. Let me go get my shovel and I’ll dig you out of there.”
Elijah wasn’t about to stop, in fact, he would say that he was just getting started.
Quick as a whip he reached out for her ankles and firmly grasped them to hold her in place.
He grinned up at her with the manic expression of a man with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Fem dripped down the sides of his mouth which gave him the appearance of a rabid dog.
He didn’t care who was around to see it, he had had enough of this kitten’s sassy attitude and wanted to teach her a lesson.
Ankha’s eyes opened wide in alarm as she tried to pull away, but was stuck just as firmly as the human trapped in the hole. “No, wait! Please don’t do it, I’ll help get out of there, I promise, but you have to let me go,” she pleaded.
Elijah, however, was no longer listening. Without delay, he smashed his face into the cat’s fluffy mush and jammed his tongue as far in as it could go, then immediately winced as his ears were immediately assaulted.
“Rrrrrrrreeeeowwwww.” Ankha’s eyes flew up into her head and she released a near deafening yowl that no human would be able to make. Sharp pinpricks of pain stung his shoulders as she lashed out and unsheathed her claws.
Meanwhile, inside the kitty’s love tunnel, it was a different story; her vaginal muscles squeezed and constricted around his invading tongue as they feverishly worked to massage a phallus that wasn’t there. The trickle that once filled his mouth turned to a torrent of juices that he had to swallow to stop himself from drowning in it.
Despite the pain in his shoulders and eardrums, Elijah persevered. He lashed and licked with fervor, not letting up even as his jaw began to feel tired. He was fully ready to continue until he was blue in the face and passed out due to lack of air, though thankfully, it didn’t come to that.
His efforts were rewarded when he felt her body jerk and as managed to pull away an explosion of female jism erupted from her and painted his mouth an off-color white.
Elijah coughed and hacked up fluid and spat it onto the ground.
Ankha’s knees felt wobbly as she struggled to stand up, then slipped down to her knees. Her body still shook from the aftershocks of her orgasm as she panted from the pleasure. “That was… amazing. Such passion, and way above expectations. You're such a man-slut, I had no idea you had it in you, me-mow...”
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