Later that night, after I had showered the soot and sweat from my body then saw to making dinner for me and Sicily, I lay in bed with the little bunny girl snuggled up against my side.  I wondered about that, her Italian name, her past.  She wouldn’t talk about herself much, other than she was an orphan and that her name was Sicily.  It would bug me for a long time, but I’m sure she will tell me eventually.

	I gave a soft sigh and close my eyes, shutting out the sight of the dark ceiling above.  I should sleep, erase the day’s events from my mind, and prepare for the next day.  Clothing shopping was high on the list. I couldn’t just keep letting the poor girl wear just my old shirts.  Despite the fact that it was fucking adorable, she needed proper clothes.  I give a faint smile at that and just as I started to feel sleep drag me into its sweet embrace, I felt little Sicily’s hold on me tighten a little.

	Opening my eyes, I gaze down at her curiously.  Her eyes were closed but she was obviously awake.  A blush tinted her cheeks as she slowly wrapped one leg around my thigh and pressed herself against me, moving her hips in a slow grind.  I could feel that she was wet, her actions smearing it against my fur and her arousal scenting the air.  I grew hard, I just couldn’t help it, and her eyes opened, looking at my length as it slid out of my sheathe to throb hard and heavy against my stomach.

	She reached out and brushed her fingers against the underside of my cock, making me shiver a little and stroke one hand down her back while my other clutched at the bed’s sheets.  She must have taken that as a good sign- it was after all- so she did it again, except this time with her whole hand, stroking up and down my length that she couldn’t quite wrap her hand around.  She gave a little soft sound of pleasure and ground her little cunny harder against my thigh as she did this, my breathing growing deeper as she brought my pleasure higher.

	After a bit of this, my control nearly at its limit, she suddenly shuddered and clutched the head of my cock hard as she climaxed, the little cry of pleasure she gave as she got my thigh even wetter plus that grab threw me over.  The sheets tore a little in my grasp as I gave a grunt and came, my cum blasting against her palm and leaking between her fingers, getting my stomach sticky with it.  As I came down from my climax, I saw her take her hand from my cock, gazing at her sticky palm before raising her hand and giving it a sniff.  I quirked a brow, still trying to regain my breath, as she proceeded to give her palm a little lick and release the cutest little moan.

	She immediately started to lick her palm clean as I watched, the erotic scene keeping me hard, then when she turned to licking my stomach, I couldn’t help but give my own little sounds of pleasure, my cock harder now than it ever had been before.  When she shifted to licking my cock though, sliding down my body further, I had to stop her, hands shaking as I pulled her up.  She whined, the adorable thing, but I gave her a soft kiss, surprising her to tensing up.  She relaxed shortly after though and kissed me back, lying atop me with her wet core pressing against my thigh once more.

	Slowly I rolled us over and slid down her, making her sit up a little before I pressed a hand to her stomach, making her lay back again.  She squirmed a little, a fearful glint in her eyes but I just gave her a smile and pressed my mouth against her sex, giving her a lick with my rough feline tongue.  The way she shuddered and cried out, grabbing at my hair was enough to spur me on.  I teased her with little licks here and there before rasping against her clit, every touch of my wet tongue dragging a moan from her.  It wasn’t too long before she arched her back and spasmed, having an intense orgasm which coated my chin with her delectable juices.

	Without giving her time to relax, I slid up her body and lined my cock up with her tight little hole.  I held myself above her, watching her stare down between our bodies at my cock.  She didn’t look scared, but rather, hungry and gave quite the erotic moan as I slowly pushed myself into her.  Like last time, her inner muscles clutched me tight and wet, immediately blurring the world and filling my brain with fuzz as all my concentration fell to the feeling of her.  Her legs went around my hips as I worked my length in and out of her, going deeper with each thrust until my tip started to brush her cervix, not hard, but enough to let me know not to go further.  I didn’t want to hurt her after all.

	Sicily clutched at my arms as I stroked her insides with my cock, her little gasps, moans and pleading sounds blending with my own moans of pleasure as I drew us closer and closer to a unified climax.  Every thrust made her tremble more beneath me, her nails digging into my arm as she clutched at me for dear life, like she’d be swept away by the pleasure if she didn’t.  But, clinging to me or not, she was swept over the edge into her third climax of the night, her body spasming beneath me as she cried out with pleasure, my own cry mingling with hers as I quickly joined her.

      I quickly rolled us over, putting her back on top, though I doubt she noticed.  It was only then that I relaxed and savored my own climax, totally conscious of my cock twitching inside her as I shot my seed directly against her cervix, filling her up completely.  She was out cold before I even finished cumming but I didn’t mind, as I quickly followed her into oblivion’s embrace…
      
      CRASH!  The sound of the door to my apartment being smashed in then the sound of boots thumping in woke me instantly, making me reach for my knife in the bedside table as I pushed Sicily off and behind me to put her out of immediate danger.  Canines in police uniforms stormed into my bedroom, five of them, all with handguns aimed at me.  I dropped the knife and raised my hands as Sicily woke behind me and gave a frightened cry, clutching at the fur on my back.
      
      “Logan Nitomire,” a gruff voice spoke up as a Dalmatian broke from the pack, standing before us with his hands clutched behind his back.  His eyes were dark and cruel, staring at me as if trying to get my blood to freeze.  “You are to come with us to the station.  We would like to ask you a few questions about the bombing of the High Tail Club.”  When I nodded and climbed out of the bed, one of the officers snickered and I brief looked towards the sound.  The crack of a steel baton against my temple when the Dalmatian struck me caught me off guard and I collapsed to the ground, vision suddenly even darker.
      
      	I heard Sicily’s scream like it was far away and turned towards her, just seeing her being grabbed by a snickering Doberman before everything went black and I lost consciousness…