Super cat, Aloysius, may be the most powerful witch’s
familiar in the world, but when he takes a blast at the hand of an evil witch
he loses it all -- power, memory, and his feline form -- to become the ethereal
human beauty, Alain Bellarose. When Alain wakes up naked on the floor
surrounded by dogs and cats, his eyes first set upon Luke Elliott, the handsome
and mysterious veterinarian.
Suddenly, the prospect of being human doesn’t seem so bad. Luke has a
lot to hide and he likes animals way more than people, but he can’t resist the
flamboyant boy who washes his face with the side of his hand and tries to lick
his own privates! The loss of
Aloysius depletes the power of the Witch Master, Killian Barth, and that of his
“secret weapon” Sammy and leaves their coven sitting ducks for two very nasty
females. When Alain discovers that he’s really a powerful cat, he’s faced with
the ultimate choice. To protect his community, or stay with the man he loves.
Alain sat
cross-legged on the bed. These pajama pants Luke bought him were pretty
comfortable. What a strange night. Who were those men to him? Killian and Blaine?
They seemed very important. The urge to protect Killian had wiped out every
thought and feeling he had. Still, they hadn’t recognized him. That was
disappointing, but he didn’t know why.
He sighed. And
Luke. The man wanted to get rid of him. Couldn’t blame him. Alain had come in
and interfered with his privacy. He should leave. But that felt so wrong. And
he wanted to be friends with Luke. He could feel the man’s loneliness like a
well of darkness. But when he tried to be friends, his big penis kept getting
in the way. Like last night. He just wanted to have Luke’s company in that bed,
but he kept waking up with his member hard and hurting. It didn’t feel all that
relaxed right now.
He looked over
at Amelia, who stuck her leg in the air, leaned down, and licked her female
parts. Hmm. He listened. Dishes still rattled in the kitchen. Luke had said
he’d clean up since Alain had set everything out. He would have liked to help,
but it felt like Luke wanted to be alone.
Amelia seemed to
be enjoying her bath. He should be able to do it. He stretched out a leg and
bent down. His head easily rested on his thigh. If he tucked his head, it might
work.
He slipped off
his pajama pants and dropped them on the bed beside him. There it was. He had
no idea how he came to have such an impressive penis. And he must have a basis
for comparison, because he knew it was big. Whose penis had he seen? What did
Luke’s penis look like?
He reached down
and pulled back his foreskin. That felt very good indeed.
Okay. Could he
do it? He leaned until his head passed his thigh and rested on the sheet
beneath. So close. With one hand, he grabbed his penis and stretched it toward
his mouth. He curled his neck. Damn, it seemed like it would feel so good if he
could clean it like Amelia was doing. Why didn’t it work?
He stuck out his
tongue.
Yes. The tip of
his tongue contacted the foreskin. Oh my goodness. He gave two licks. With his other hand,
he pulled back the skin and exposed the gleaming head of his member. Oh yes. His tongue made contact again. Warm,
wet, heavenly. He stretched his tongue until the root burned, but he couldn’t
get much more of the penis wet. Still, this was wonderful. What would it be
like if someone else did it for him?
His rumbles
tickled his chest. “Hmmpurrrrr.” He licked all around the head, then tried to
push into that tiny hole. “Purrrrrrrrr.”
“Alain?” Luke’s
voice came from behind the door that stood ajar.
He froze. Luke
seemed to find him unusual. This felt like a perfectly normal activity to him,
but Luke might not think so.
“Is anything
wrong?” Luke sounded concerned.
Alain grabbed
his pajama pants and pulled them across his lap as he sat up. His penis was
quite stiff from his ministrations. “No, I’m fine. Come in.”
Luke pushed open
the door, glanced at Alain’s lap, and blushed. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to
intrude. You should have closed your door, and I wouldn’t have bothered you.”
What did he
mean, exactly?
Luke grinned.
“But hey, we all do it, right?”
Oh. “You do?
Because I found it quite difficult.”
“You did?”
Alain pulled his
eyebrows together. “Amelia does it with such ease, but I found I couldn’t get
as far as she does. How do you do it?”
Luke frowned and
sat on the edge of the bed. “Amelia? What are we talking about, Alain?”
“Trying to lick
one’s balls and member. Isn’t that what you meant?”
Luke’s mouth
opened, then closed again. Then he started to laugh. “Not exactly, but I was
correct that there’s hardly a guy on the planet who hasn’t tried it. Never with
much success, though. If we could do it, the race would probably vanish, since
no man would look for a partner to do it for him.” He laughed some more.
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