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Cover pic by the exceedingly talented Koiu.", "writing": ">\"So it's your first time?\"\n>She shakes her head.\n\"No...but I'm still nervous...\"\n>You give her hand a reassuring squeeze.\n>\"You shouldn't be. We'll take our time, enjoy ourselves.”\n>She meets your gaze, lashes fluttering.\n>Her blush is too cute.\n\"Okay...if you say so...\"\n>\"You're ready then?\"\n>A timid nod.\n>\"Okay. Here, I'll help....\"\n\n\n\n\n>You keep a firm grip as Blaze steps into your ride for the morning. \n>You've literally been counting down the calendar for today.\n>You two had been seeing each other for a while now, and visits were painfully rare.\n>Months’ worth of work had gone into what you both had planned for today.\n>She's usually crazy busy and it's next to impossible for her (and you) to get any alone time at all.\n>But finally, FINALLY, she's managed to convince her handlers that she'd be safe going to a semi-private beach for a day.\n>She'd begged and pleaded and almost threatened that she be allowed for it to be only the two of you, but no dice.\n>So, here you both were, in the back seat of a private transport, driven by one of the royal family's top escorts.\n>A no-nonsense type, but not stoically silent.\n>You three make small talk as you approach where you'll be spending the day.\n>You're in simple green swim trunks with sandals, with a light white shirt to keep the sun off you.\n>Blaze is covered up by a white sarong with a straw sunhat and shades to keep a low profile for the time being.\n>She looks uncomfortable under the somewhat-awkward getup.\n>Somehow you still feel underdressed compared to her though.\n>You pull to a stop at the coast, the roar of crashing waves already on your ears.\n>Your driver opens the door for you both as you step out into the salt-tinged air, a gentle sea breeze cooling you in the warm summer sun.\n>You look out onto the shoreline, seeing a handful of people and a family or two. \n>Beaches here are completely different from what you're used to.\n>Driver is loaded down with all the beach necessities; umbrella, towels, picnic basket, etc.\n>You grab the ice chest and follow him and the princess onto the sandy shore.\n>You find a nice spot of open sand close to the changing rooms, not that you needed them.\n>Bartholomew, your driver, plants the umbrella while you and Blaze spread out blankets and beach chairs.\n>In a jiffy, you have a cozy little beach camp set up.\n>Once finished, Blaze begins to unwrap herself from her sarong as your eyes pop.\n>The white cloth reveals a modest lilac bikini, frilled on top and bottom.\n>Not too stuffily prudish, but not inappropriately revealing either.\n>Yes, you were most definitely underdressed, as you pop the buttons on your shirt.\n>She stretches her arms, her back arching gracefully as she then removes the tie holding up her hair.\n>It falls to her shoulders as she shakes it free, giving her an entrancing, exotic look.\n>Bartholomew tuts, reminding you both about protection.\n>You stare for a moment as Blaze flushes a deep red.\n\"B-Bartholomew! Why would you-\"\n>He tosses a bottle to her in reply.\n\"Skin damage is a serious matter, your highness.\"\n\"O-Oh.\"\n>Yes.\n>That makes sense.\n>Blaze takes a seat on the towel in front of you and lifts her hair, requesting you help her apply the lotion to those hard-to-reach places.\n\"If you don't mind...\"\n>You most certainly do not.\n>You squirt a palmful into your hand and give it a quick spread.\n>You start with her neck and shoulders, massaging the cream into her skin.\n>Even with the cool breeze, you marvel at how quickly purple fur picks up heat in the sun.\n>It sleeks this way and that as you move in slow circles, spreading it down to her back. \n>You feel a deep rumble in her chest.\n\"Don't...miss anywhere...\"\n>You gulp.\n>Mindful of the bodyguard just feet away, you carefully spread a dollop just under the edges of her bikini. \n>Your hands slip to her sides and lower back as she leans forward, allowing you better access to her body.\n>You hear a loud harrumph behind you as you reach the base of her swishing tail.\n\"I believe she can manage from there.\"\n>You quickly pull your hand away, apologizing.\n>Blaze tells you to think nothing of it, as she shoots Bartholomew a shockingly dirty look while his back is turned.\n>You and the princess switch places, allowing her to return the favor.\n>Her warm hands feel nice in the breezy air and shade, and she's careful to be just as dutifully in covering you properly.\n>Though you can't help but feel like she takes much longer applying your sunblock than you did with her.\n>Not that you minded. \n>You chat about what all there is to do on the beach.\n>\"Lots of things! You can make sandcastles, play beach volleyball, go swimming, get buried in the sand...\"\n\"Get...buried?\"\n\"Oh wow, it's the princess!\"\n>Before she can answer, a trio of little tykes has snuck up on you.\n>They apparently overheard your conversation.\n\"Getting buried is lots of fun! We'll help, mister!\"\n>This isn't quite what you had in mind, intending it for it to just be between you and Blaze.\n>Their little faces beam in expectation.\n\"So, can we?\"\n>She's unsure, but agrees to go along with it.\n>Always thinking of her people, your girl.\n>You decide to let the kids have their fun as they pile up sand on top of her, eyes closed safe from errant grit.\n>A familiar jingle catches your ear.\n>What better surprise to find than some ice cream?\n>You sneak off from the sandy artisans to hit up the vendor.\n>The chipper old man is more than happy to show off his wares.\n>You pick a pack of strawberry ice for yourself and a sleeve of her favorite, vanilla creamsicle.\n>Pleased with yourself, you trot back to where you left Blaze and the youngsters.\n>Except, no kids.\n>You wonder where they scampered off to as you approach the buried cat.\n>Oh.\n>Oh jeez.\n>You almost drop the ice cream in shock\n>Those little brats packed the sand down into a likeness of the female form.\n>With some very...*exaggerated* additions.\n\"Hello? Kids? Are you still there?\n>You toss the ice cream into a chair as you try to uncover her before she gets a peek of her sandy assets.\n>Before can scoop a single grain, her eyes flutter open, her gaze shooting down to your hands above her chest.\n\"Wh-wha-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!\"\n>Oh, if you ever caught up to those kids...\n>Blaze flushed red with embarrassment and anger as she ruptured the sculpture cocooned around her, throwing accusing glares your way.\n\"How DARE you?! D-do you think that's funny? Is that w-what you'd-\"\n\"Your highness.\"\n>At some point, Bartholomew had ninja'd back up, only to have a livid kitty round on him.\n\"WHAT.\"\n>Barty doesn't even flinch.\n\"It may comfort you to know that your guest was not the one behind that reprehensible prank. I caught the little reprobates in the act, but they bolted once they spotted me.\"\n>He turned his head towards you, where Blaze couldn't see him give a slow wink.\n\"I assure you that their parents were less than thrilled to find out what their offspring had been up to. They'll be getting a very interesting talking to, I'm sure.\"\n>You can't put into words the kinship you feel with this koala right now.\n>Blaze hung her head in shame, appalled at jumping to conclusions so easily.\n\"I'm...I'm so sorry... \n>You tell her it's no big deal, while showing her the surprises you had.\n>She's overjoyed, but also covered in grit.\n>You toss the ice cream in the cooler while you go wash off the sand with her in the ocean.\n>Her mood lightens considerably as you both horse around in the water, splashing each other and letting her piggyback on you.\n>You can't help but notice how sleek her legs are when wet; toned, yet soft and satisfying to squeeze.\n>You tell her so, earning much protesting and her trying to wriggle away from you.\n>You almost let her fall into the water, causing her to wrap herself around your head.\n\"No! Don't you drop me!\"\n>Interesting.\n>\"Blaze....you can swim, can't you?\"\n\"...\"\n\"...Can you at least float?\"\n>She shakes her head, not meeting your eyes as she glows a fervent red.\n>You offer to teach her how to float.\n>She balks, making excuses over never being able to.\n>”Nonsense, everyone can float!”\n>You have her lay across your outstretched arms, keeping her on the surface of the water.\n>She's blushing again, clinging to your arms more tightly than you'd expect.\n>\"You gotta lie flat now; it won't work if you don't!\"\n>She hesitantly complies, stretching out her arms and legs with her back straight as she closes her eyes tightly.\n>Mission accomplished.\n>You have a prime opportunity to look at the beautiful beach body before you all you want.\n>Her slender purple frame is the perfect blend of athletic and regal, her runner's legs curving into her shapely hips and taut narrow waist.\n>Your roving eyes scan upward at the very modest but oh-so-perky peaks of her chest, made rigid by the mix of cool ocean and mild sea breeze.\n\"W-well? Are you g-gonna let go?\"\n>Blaze snaps you to your senses before something else gets much stiffer too, even in the water.\n>\"Oh! Y-yeah, ok! Ready?\"\n>Nod nod.\n>\"Three...two...one...ok!\"\n>You let your arms fall.\n>Blaze bobs delicately on the surface, like an elegant sea butterfly.\n>For all of a half second.\n>In an instant, the air around you becomes a frothing spray of gasps and thrashing. \n>Panicked, you pick the cat back up as she half-clings half-half tackles you. \n>Her legs lock around your middle as she grabs your shoulders, panting from her light scare.\n>\"Blaze? You okay?\"\n\"Y-yeah...I *told* you I can't float...\"\n>\"Sorry, sorry. You were right. I won't try and make you do it again.\"\n\"G-g-o-ood...\"\n>\"...Blaze?\"\n>You suddenly notice that the cat was shivering against your body and her panting hadn't slowed down at all.\n>\"Blaze, are you...\"\n\"I-I'm *nnah* fine....\"\n>The reason for her panting dawns on you at the same time a few other realizations do.\n>The first being the two diamond-hard nipples digging into your chest, likely being extra-teased by the waves lifting her.\n>The second being exactly where you grabbed her, a hand firmly gripping each asscheek and pressing her against you.\n>\"Oh-oh jeezI'msosorryIjust-\"\n\"Stop.\"\n>The curt hiss and feeling of legs tightening around you shut you up immediately.\n\"Just...keep carrying me.\"\n>The sensual yet forceful whisper causes you to stiffen in more ways than one.\n>\"Y-yes princess.\"\n>She grinds against you, moaning softly as her grip on you intensifies.\n\"Nmm...a-ah...m-more...\"\n>\"M-more?\"\n\"Do...ssah...more...\"\n>You dig your fingers into her rear, hoping you interpreted her right.\n\"AAHhan~\"\n>She squeals into your chest, squirming against you as you aggressively fondle her.\n>Being wrapped in hot cat bod is one thing.\n>But the sounds she's making have got you rock hard.\n\"P-please...keep go- no, don't put me down!\"\n>She reacts violently to your arms lowering, shooting you a glare.\n>\"I'm not, just hold still.\"\n\"Why, what are y-...y-...\"\n>\"...\"\n\"Is...that...\"\n>\"...\"\n\"Oh g-....that's your...\"\n>\"Yeah...\"\n>She looks down, just able to see though the blue-tinged water where your erect member was prodding her.\n>A blisteringly red face looks back up at you.\n\"Y-you got...like that...from me?\"\n>\"How could I not?\"\n>She returns her gaze to your spear nestled between her legs.\n\"I want it...\"\n>She what?\n>\"You what?\"\n>The princess loosened her grip on you, letting herself settle harder against your manhood.\n>Your breath hitches as the tip strains against your trunks, pulled taut by how riled she's gotten you.\n\"Please...let me....\"\n>She reaches down, making you jump as she gives your shaft a firm caress.\n\"I need...so badly...\"\n>You swallow hard. \n>In the short time you'd been together, you'd NEVER seen her like this.\n>\"Blaze...I'm not sure-\"\n\"PLEAAASE...\"\n>\"AH!\"\n>Her hand slips beneath your waistband, taking a commanding grasp of you.\n\"I can't...not anymore...\"\n>She vigorously pumps her hand, sending your knees buckling.\n\"So...I want to...\"\n>\"Bl-blaze...st-\"\n>With her free hand, she starts to pull aside her bikini bottom.\n>\"No!\"\n>You manage to command your senses to wrench her away from you, pulling her hand from your trunks as well.\n>\"Blaze, please calm down! I'm...not sure what's happening, but doing...that in the ocean is a really bad idea.\"\n>Even at arm's length, it's all you can do not to wither under the look she has now.\n>You can't tell if she's ready to burst into tears or sink her claws into you so you can't escape again.\n\"I'm-I'm sorry! I just-I can't help myself...It's usually not this bad...\"\n>\"What's not this bad?\"\n>She stares, dumbfounded and incredulous at your apparent denseness.\n\"You don't know?\"\n>You shake your head. It's not like you'd had a lot of experience with fiery cat princesses.\n>She blanches, growing even redder.\n\"It's...it's hard to explain.\"\n>She covers her face, clearly disbelieving that someone is making her explain this\n\"Just...sometimes...I get this...desire...no, that's not strong enough. This *need*, to...t-to...\"\n>\"To....what?\"\n>Your ignorance proves to be too much as she nearly explodes in shame.\n\"TO MATE, i-idiot!\"\n>You pray that sound doesn't carry too far out here as she fights for the fortitude to continue.\n\"My body starts burning up...everything is too sensitive...I c-can't think about anything else...\"\n>She looks at you, pent-up wants still burning behind those beautiful amber eyes.\n\"Especially around you.\"\n>Did time just stop, or was it your heart?\n>\"I'm....you...you do?\"\n>With head downcast, Blaze nods, slowly.\n>You're left reeling as two factions war in your head.\n>On one side, immense guilt that you've inadvertently tormented the poor girl so much.\n>On the other, zealous satisfaction that it was you, *YOU*, who got the princess so hot and bothered.\n>You settle for the mother of all mental fist-pumps.\n>\"I-I'm really, *really* happy to hear that...you have no idea. Is there anything I can do to help it not be so rough?\"\n>Her mouth opened, the clearest, most instinctual answer just begging to be spoken.\n>It's stifled by a bitten lip.\n\"You...could carry me.\"\n>\"...Carry you. You sure about that?\"\n\"Yes. I think....I think I'll be fine if I cool off. And besides...\"\n>She gives you a half-smirk, hoping to cut through the awkwardness.\n\"I'm a bit unsteady after the...rough treatment you gave me. As princess, I am due some recompense.\"\n>You offer her a smile and a mock bow.\n>\"Your whim is my command, your highness.\"\n\"Oh, no, don't call me tha-yeeeek!\"\n>You scoop her up into your arms mid-protest, bride-carrying her back to the shore.\n>Bartholomew raises an eyebrow at you two as you strut back to the beach blanket, giggling cat in tow, but doesn't give you guff.\n>Satisfied that you're both safely out of the surf, he returns to reading his novel as you crack open the ice chest and retrieve your still-icy treats.\n>Passing Blaze's to her, you eagerly split open your own popsicle. \n>Man, you can't remember the last time you've gotten to have one of these.\n>Fresh strawberry juice with chunks of pulp, the perfect refreshment on a hot summer day.\n>You'd savor this, enjoying it one lick at a wait why are you holding an empty stick.\n>Oh. Right.\n>You're a savage who just bites off chunks and are done in a minute.\n>Oh well. \n>You turn to Blaze to see if she's enjoying hers.\n>Just as she laps the tip, holding her hair back with a free hand.\n>Carefully, she wraps her lips around the popsicle, sucking on the treat with eyes closed.\n>You watch transfixed as her head bobs back and forth, slurping up the vanilla with quickening eagerness.\n>Did...did she know what this looked like?\n>Her rough tongue makes quick work of the melting cream, slipping out on occasion to lick her lips when she pauses.\n>She opens an eye, catching you staring before you have a chance to react.\n>You expect her to call you out on it.\n>Her gaze flicks down, then back up at you.\n>Smirks.\n>Oh no.\n>She instead runs her tongue along the underside of the white ice, collecting the droplets streaming underneath.\n>While looking at you with the most trunks-tighteningly intense set of bedroom eyes you had ever seen.\n>Whatever cooling down she had done, it's gone now.\n>Your jaw drops as she takes the whole much-diminished popsicle into her mouth, her free hand poised underneath it to catch any final drips.\n>Before withdrawing a spotlessly cleaned stick.\n>God you wish that were you.\n>Ice cream finished, she looks back to you now, sending you scrambling to cover yourself.\n\"Thank you very much. That was delicious.\"\n>Was it just you, or had her voice gotten huskier?\n>\"Y-you too...\"\n\"Hmm...is something wrong?\"\n>\"N-no...\"\n>She leans up against you, her skin hot to the touch.\n>Is that what she meant earlier?\n>She's so close you could swear you hear her purring.\n>Either that or how hard your heart was beating.\n\"Hey...\"\n>Her voice was low, sultry, velvet on melting ice.\n\"If something is, please...\"\n>It's intoxicating.\n\"Tell me...\"\n>Her hand brushes your leg, making you jump.\n>\"I-it's nothing!\"\n>She doesn't buy it. \n>Especially when she notices something poking up under your towel.\n>She stares at you, eyes burning.\n\"Are you?\"\n>You can't meet her gaze as you nod back.\n>She's silent, but her mouth is moving.\n>Biting her lip.\n>She grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet.\n\"Come with me...\"\n>You both quietly leave Bartholomew, book slipping from his hands and snoozing away.\n>You try to maintain decency as best you can as she leads you behind the changing stalls, the high dunes giving you some degree of privacy.\n>Not a moment after the two of you round the corner, she's in your arms.\n>Lips locked with yours.\n>Tongue wrestling with your own.\n>She grinds against your still-hard erection, the thin swimsuits doing nothing to lessen the blazing heat you feel coming from her.\n>She nearly slams you against the wall, her hands roving over you as you get intimate with her rough tongue.\n>You respond in kind, your fingers slipping under her bikini top and finding pert pink nipples.\n>You give them a gentle tweak, causing her to bite down on your lip.\n\"AHN~!\"\n>Panicked, you silence her by covering her mouth with your own.\n>The princess writhes against you, your ears filled with her muffled moans as you trace the ever-so-deft curves of her chest.\n>You're pretty sure you're just yards away from causing a diplomatic crisis. \n>You feel moistness seeping through the fabric of your swim trunks.\n>She pulls away from you, a thin string of saliva still remaining from your kiss.\n>Her eyes are transfixed on the throbbing tower before her.\n>She reaches for your waistband.\n>\"B-Blaze...\"\n\"Shh...It's okay...\"\n>She tugs your boxers down past your knees, letting your manhood spring forth as her eyes go wide.\n\"O-oh...wow...\"\n>Tentatively, she rests a hand on it, sending a shiver run through you.\n\"It's....it's so hot...\"\n>\"Ah...a-ahh...\"\n>She gives it a gentle stroke, her soft fur tickling it intensely. \n>You throw your head back as she reaches the base, curling her fingers around you and drawing them back up to the tip.\n>The hunger in her eyes is palpable as she watches your reaction.\n>Her hand speeds up.\n>\"Aahh....aah...Blaze...st-\"\n>All of your whispered protests go unheeded. \n>Your hips buck against sun-faded wood as she strokes you off, a thin dollop of fluid oozing from the tip of your lower head.\n>Everything goes white for a split second as her finger slips over it, playing with you, before drawing it to her lips.\n>Suddenly the motion stops. \n>The look on her face. \n>Like a starving beast. \n>She flings you off the wall, nearly sending you sprawling as you trip on your bathing suit.\n>\"B-wha-what?!\"\n>You turn to find her in your place.\n>Panting.\n>Arms pressed against the ramshackle building.\n>Tail raised.\n>Presenting herself to you, legs spread.\n>The wetness you felt a minute before now a light trickle on her legs.\n\"Please...\"\n>A hand slips underneath her, sliding her bikini aside.\n>Her womanhood glistens before you.\n\"Don't make me wait anymore.\"\n>You step forward, trembling.\n>Her hips just as shaky as your own as you fumblingly bring your tip to her slit.\n>Miss.\n>Try again.\n>Her hand guiding you.\n>As slowly, gaspingly, you feel yourself push through her folds, the incredible warmth enveloping you.\n>She hisses as she feels your length enter her, willing herself through the momentary pain and mounting pleasure.\n>After what feels like eternity, she's swallowed you completely. \n>Neither of you dare to move, too enraptured by the incredible feeling of being connected so intimately.\n>The velvety tightness.\n>The blissful fullness.\n>You wish could savor this moment forever.\n>Instinct and your partner have other ideas.\n>She pushes back against your hips, urging you to withdraw.\n>Before her winding tail draws you back in. \n>It's even easier this time, and clearly more comfortable for her.\n>Her slick walls cling to every inch of you.\n>And you feel every fold of hers.\n>She rocks against you, urging you to thrust faster.\n\"More...moooo~ooore...\"\n>You grip her sides more tightly as her claws dig deep furrows in the salt-blasted wood.\n\"A-aaaa~aaaAA!\"\n>\"Shh! Someone might hear!\"\n>The giggle of nearby kids reminds you just how close to disaster you are.\n>Her breath comes lightly, interjected with moans.\n>Her neck cranes back as you pound against her, tongue drooping limply as the hot tingles of pleasure sweep through her.\n\"D-don't...\"\n>\"...What?\"\n\"Don't...c-care...don't-t...stop...\"\n>You feel her clench around you.\n>The thrill of imminent scandal boosts her adrenaline and heat into overdrive.\n>Her purrs and growls and hisses of ecstasy only intensify.\n>No matter how secluded, her voice was going to carry just far enough before long.\n>Drastic measures must be taken.\n>You pull yourself free, against great protest.\n>Before she can argue too vociferously, you give her a taste of her own medicine.\n>You pull her away for the wall, just before pinning her back against it, facing you now.\n\"W-why did you-mmph...ah....\"\n>You drown out further questioning with another deep kiss as you lift her leg up, guiding her to cling to you like she had in the water.\n>You let you both come up for air.\n>\"Because....\"\n>\"I like seeing you...holding you...much more.\"\n>Her back stiffens against the wall as you slip your aching manhood insider her again, drawing a contented exhale.\n>She allows you to find a controlled, easy rhythm, guiding your motion with her legs.\n>Her elegant swimsuit is mostly askew on her body, allowing her breasts to squeeze against you as you pin her smaller frame against the wall.\n>She shifts your aim ever so slightly and gives a sharp gasp as you hit her just right.\n\"OH-oH G-\"\n>\"Blaze, qui-OW!\"\n>She instinctively clamps her teeth down on you to avoid giving you both away as her folds do the same.\n>Her guidance becomes more and more insistent as you hammer away at her, trying your best not to rock the boards behind her.\n>Boards you felt deep empathy towards as you feel sets of sharp claws rake your back.\n>You grit your teeth and bear it all, both tooth and nail, as you send the both of you to new heights of passion.\n>It was all worth it for the satisfaction of holding her intensely hot body against you so intimately.\n>....Incredibly hot body.\n>...Painfully hot body.\n>No seriously, you can feel your chest threatening to blister if this keeps up.\n>Before you can begin to worry just how torrid this tryst would get, Blaze finally pulls her head back.\n>I'm...I can't stop...Too good...I'm---I'mm-----!\"\n>\"Me too....I can't hold it...Blaze...I'm....\"\n\"HELLLO! HONORABLE GUEST? YOUR HIGHNESS? ARE YOU HERE?\"\n>Footsteps fall just mere feet away, on the other side of the changing stalls.\n>The slap of sandals on white powder plod by, shuffle, and turn.\n>Neither you nor Blaze dares to breathe.\n>Not that you could.\n>Not when both of you were having a silent, earth-shattering panic-climax in your hiding spot.\n>Both of your bodies shuddering against, voices torn from you.\n>Spurt after spurt of seed filling her, your pent-up load seeping from where you were buried in her to the hilt.\n>Her folds wringing you dry, desperate to milk you to the last womb-filling drop.\n>You wondered if you were dying; you were sure nothing in existence could feel so amazing.\n>Bartholomew’s voice mutters something indecipherable, before at long last turning and leaving the way he came.\n>Finally, you and the princess breathe again.\n>Laughing, you finally separate from one another, awash in the giddy afterglow.\n>You manage to sneak a forgotten towel out of the stalls, allowing you both to clean yourselves up before heading back to the beach site.\n>Bartholomew of course gives you both the riot act for disappearing on him, until Blaze gently reminds him who it was that had literally been asleep on the job.\n>He quickly regains his professionalism, stating matter-of-factly that it's time to go.\n>You assist with breaking down camp and loading up the car, a spring in your step and a fresh song in your heart.\n>Once packed, you all strap in and begin the ride home, Blaze nuzzling into your shoulder.\n>Before long, she's gently snoozing away.\n>Too cute for words.\n\"So, you two have fun?\n>The sudden question startles you.\n>\"O-oh! Yes, very much!\"\n\"Good to hear. Got a question for you though.\"\n>\"...Yes?\"\n\"You're looking pretty red. Something happen?\"\n>Oh no.\n>\"A-ahah...yeah, I kind of lost track of the sunblock. What a klutz, right?\"\n\"Yeah, true. Happens to us all form time to time.\"\n>You breathe a sigh of relief. He bought it.\n\"One more, if you don't mind.\"\n>\"...\"\n\"Where'd you get the scratches and bite marks?\"\n>You prayed the execution would be swift.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ">"So it's your first time?"
>She shakes her head.
"No...but I'm still nervous..."
>You give her hand a reassuring squeeze.
>"You shouldn't be. We'll take our time, enjoy ourselves.”
>She meets your gaze, lashes fluttering.
>Her blush is too cute.
"Okay...if you say so..."
>"You're ready then?"
>A timid nod.
>"Okay. Here, I'll help...."




>You keep a firm grip as Blaze steps into your ride for the morning.
>You've literally been counting down the calendar for today.
>You two had been seeing each other for a while now, and visits were painfully rare.
>Months’ worth of work had gone into what you both had planned for today.
>She's usually crazy busy and it's next to impossible for her (and you) to get any alone time at all.
>But finally, FINALLY, she's managed to convince her handlers that she'd be safe going to a semi-private beach for a day.
>She'd begged and pleaded and almost threatened that she be allowed for it to be only the two of you, but no dice.
>So, here you both were, in the back seat of a private transport, driven by one of the royal family's top escorts.
>A no-nonsense type, but not stoically silent.
>You three make small talk as you approach where you'll be spending the day.
>You're in simple green swim trunks with sandals, with a light white shirt to keep the sun off you.
>Blaze is covered up by a white sarong with a straw sunhat and shades to keep a low profile for the time being.
>She looks uncomfortable under the somewhat-awkward getup.
>Somehow you still feel underdressed compared to her though.
>You pull to a stop at the coast, the roar of crashing waves already on your ears.
>Your driver opens the door for you both as you step out into the salt-tinged air, a gentle sea breeze cooling you in the warm summer sun.
>You look out onto the shoreline, seeing a handful of people and a family or two.
>Beaches here are completely different from what you're used to.
>Driver is loaded down with all the beach necessities; umbrella, towels, picnic basket, etc.
>You grab the ice chest and follow him and the princess onto the sandy shore.
>You find a nice spot of open sand close to the changing rooms, not that you needed them.
>Bartholomew, your driver, plants the umbrella while you and Blaze spread out blankets and beach chairs.
>In a jiffy, you have a cozy little beach camp set up.
>Once finished, Blaze begins to unwrap herself from her sarong as your eyes pop.
>The white cloth reveals a modest lilac bikini, frilled on top and bottom.
>Not too stuffily prudish, but not inappropriately revealing either.
>Yes, you were most definitely underdressed, as you pop the buttons on your shirt.
>She stretches her arms, her back arching gracefully as she then removes the tie holding up her hair.
>It falls to her shoulders as she shakes it free, giving her an entrancing, exotic look.
>Bartholomew tuts, reminding you both about protection.
>You stare for a moment as Blaze flushes a deep red.
"B-Bartholomew! Why would you-"
>He tosses a bottle to her in reply.
"Skin damage is a serious matter, your highness."
"O-Oh."
>Yes.
>That makes sense.
>Blaze takes a seat on the towel in front of you and lifts her hair, requesting you help her apply the lotion to those hard-to-reach places.
"If you don't mind..."
>You most certainly do not.
>You squirt a palmful into your hand and give it a quick spread.
>You start with her neck and shoulders, massaging the cream into her skin.
>Even with the cool breeze, you marvel at how quickly purple fur picks up heat in the sun.
>It sleeks this way and that as you move in slow circles, spreading it down to her back.
>You feel a deep rumble in her chest.
"Don't...miss anywhere..."
>You gulp.
>Mindful of the bodyguard just feet away, you carefully spread a dollop just under the edges of her bikini.
>Your hands slip to her sides and lower back as she leans forward, allowing you better access to her body.
>You hear a loud harrumph behind you as you reach the base of her swishing tail.
"I believe she can manage from there."
>You quickly pull your hand away, apologizing.
>Blaze tells you to think nothing of it, as she shoots Bartholomew a shockingly dirty look while his back is turned.
>You and the princess switch places, allowing her to return the favor.
>Her warm hands feel nice in the breezy air and shade, and she's careful to be just as dutifully in covering you properly.
>Though you can't help but feel like she takes much longer applying your sunblock than you did with her.
>Not that you minded.
>You chat about what all there is to do on the beach.
>"Lots of things! You can make sandcastles, play beach volleyball, go swimming, get buried in the sand..."
"Get...buried?"
"Oh wow, it's the princess!"
>Before she can answer, a trio of little tykes has snuck up on you.
>They apparently overheard your conversation.
"Getting buried is lots of fun! We'll help, mister!"
>This isn't quite what you had in mind, intending it for it to just be between you and Blaze.
>Their little faces beam in expectation.
"So, can we?"
>She's unsure, but agrees to go along with it.
>Always thinking of her people, your girl.
>You decide to let the kids have their fun as they pile up sand on top of her, eyes closed safe from errant grit.
>A familiar jingle catches your ear.
>What better surprise to find than some ice cream?
>You sneak off from the sandy artisans to hit up the vendor.
>The chipper old man is more than happy to show off his wares.
>You pick a pack of strawberry ice for yourself and a sleeve of her favorite, vanilla creamsicle.
>Pleased with yourself, you trot back to where you left Blaze and the youngsters.
>Except, no kids.
>You wonder where they scampered off to as you approach the buried cat.
>Oh.
>Oh jeez.
>You almost drop the ice cream in shock
>Those little brats packed the sand down into a likeness of the female form.
>With some very...*exaggerated* additions.
"Hello? Kids? Are you still there?
>You toss the ice cream into a chair as you try to uncover her before she gets a peek of her sandy assets.
>Before can scoop a single grain, her eyes flutter open, her gaze shooting down to your hands above her chest.
"Wh-wha-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
>Oh, if you ever caught up to those kids...
>Blaze flushed red with embarrassment and anger as she ruptured the sculpture cocooned around her, throwing accusing glares your way.
"How DARE you?! D-do you think that's funny? Is that w-what you'd-"
"Your highness."
>At some point, Bartholomew had ninja'd back up, only to have a livid kitty round on him.
"WHAT."
>Barty doesn't even flinch.
"It may comfort you to know that your guest was not the one behind that reprehensible prank. I caught the little reprobates in the act, but they bolted once they spotted me."
>He turned his head towards you, where Blaze couldn't see him give a slow wink.
"I assure you that their parents were less than thrilled to find out what their offspring had been up to. They'll be getting a very interesting talking to, I'm sure."
>You can't put into words the kinship you feel with this koala right now.
>Blaze hung her head in shame, appalled at jumping to conclusions so easily.
"I'm...I'm so sorry...
>You tell her it's no big deal, while showing her the surprises you had.
>She's overjoyed, but also covered in grit.
>You toss the ice cream in the cooler while you go wash off the sand with her in the ocean.
>Her mood lightens considerably as you both horse around in the water, splashing each other and letting her piggyback on you.
>You can't help but notice how sleek her legs are when wet; toned, yet soft and satisfying to squeeze.
>You tell her so, earning much protesting and her trying to wriggle away from you.
>You almost let her fall into the water, causing her to wrap herself around your head.
"No! Don't you drop me!"
>Interesting.
>"Blaze....you can swim, can't you?"
"..."
"...Can you at least float?"
>She shakes her head, not meeting your eyes as she glows a fervent red.
>You offer to teach her how to float.
>She balks, making excuses over never being able to.
>”Nonsense, everyone can float!”
>You have her lay across your outstretched arms, keeping her on the surface of the water.
>She's blushing again, clinging to your arms more tightly than you'd expect.
>"You gotta lie flat now; it won't work if you don't!"
>She hesitantly complies, stretching out her arms and legs with her back straight as she closes her eyes tightly.
>Mission accomplished.
>You have a prime opportunity to look at the beautiful beach body before you all you want.
>Her slender purple frame is the perfect blend of athletic and regal, her runner's legs curving into her shapely hips and taut narrow waist.
>Your roving eyes scan upward at the very modest but oh-so-perky peaks of her chest, made rigid by the mix of cool ocean and mild sea breeze.
"W-well? Are you g-gonna let go?"
>Blaze snaps you to your senses before something else gets much stiffer too, even in the water.
>"Oh! Y-yeah, ok! Ready?"
>Nod nod.
>"Three...two...one...ok!"
>You let your arms fall.
>Blaze bobs delicately on the surface, like an elegant sea butterfly.
>For all of a half second.
>In an instant, the air around you becomes a frothing spray of gasps and thrashing.
>Panicked, you pick the cat back up as she half-clings half-half tackles you.
>Her legs lock around your middle as she grabs your shoulders, panting from her light scare.
>"Blaze? You okay?"
"Y-yeah...I *told* you I can't float..."
>"Sorry, sorry. You were right. I won't try and make you do it again."
"G-g-o-ood..."
>"...Blaze?"
>You suddenly notice that the cat was shivering against your body and her panting hadn't slowed down at all.
>"Blaze, are you..."
"I-I'm *nnah* fine...."
>The reason for her panting dawns on you at the same time a few other realizations do.
>The first being the two diamond-hard nipples digging into your chest, likely being extra-teased by the waves lifting her.
>The second being exactly where you grabbed her, a hand firmly gripping each asscheek and pressing her against you.
>"Oh-oh jeezI'msosorryIjust-"
"Stop."
>The curt hiss and feeling of legs tightening around you shut you up immediately.
"Just...keep carrying me."
>The sensual yet forceful whisper causes you to stiffen in more ways than one.
>"Y-yes princess."
>She grinds against you, moaning softly as her grip on you intensifies.
"Nmm...a-ah...m-more..."
>"M-more?"
"Do...ssah...more..."
>You dig your fingers into her rear, hoping you interpreted her right.
"AAHhan~"
>She squeals into your chest, squirming against you as you aggressively fondle her.
>Being wrapped in hot cat bod is one thing.
>But the sounds she's making have got you rock hard.
"P-please...keep go- no, don't put me down!"
>She reacts violently to your arms lowering, shooting you a glare.
>"I'm not, just hold still."
"Why, what are y-...y-..."
>"..."
"Is...that..."
>"..."
"Oh g-....that's your..."
>"Yeah..."
>She looks down, just able to see though the blue-tinged water where your erect member was prodding her.
>A blisteringly red face looks back up at you.
"Y-you got...like that...from me?"
>"How could I not?"
>She returns her gaze to your spear nestled between her legs.
"I want it..."
>She what?
>"You what?"
>The princess loosened her grip on you, letting herself settle harder against your manhood.
>Your breath hitches as the tip strains against your trunks, pulled taut by how riled she's gotten you.
"Please...let me...."
>She reaches down, making you jump as she gives your shaft a firm caress.
"I need...so badly..."
>You swallow hard.
>In the short time you'd been together, you'd NEVER seen her like this.
>"Blaze...I'm not sure-"
"PLEAAASE..."
>"AH!"
>Her hand slips beneath your waistband, taking a commanding grasp of you.
"I can't...not anymore..."
>She vigorously pumps her hand, sending your knees buckling.
"So...I want to..."
>"Bl-blaze...st-"
>With her free hand, she starts to pull aside her bikini bottom.
>"No!"
>You manage to command your senses to wrench her away from you, pulling her hand from your trunks as well.
>"Blaze, please calm down! I'm...not sure what's happening, but doing...that in the ocean is a really bad idea."
>Even at arm's length, it's all you can do not to wither under the look she has now.
>You can't tell if she's ready to burst into tears or sink her claws into you so you can't escape again.
"I'm-I'm sorry! I just-I can't help myself...It's usually not this bad..."
>"What's not this bad?"
>She stares, dumbfounded and incredulous at your apparent denseness.
"You don't know?"
>You shake your head. It's not like you'd had a lot of experience with fiery cat princesses.
>She blanches, growing even redder.
"It's...it's hard to explain."
>She covers her face, clearly disbelieving that someone is making her explain this
"Just...sometimes...I get this...desire...no, that's not strong enough. This *need*, to...t-to..."
>"To....what?"
>Your ignorance proves to be too much as she nearly explodes in shame.
"TO MATE, i-idiot!"
>You pray that sound doesn't carry too far out here as she fights for the fortitude to continue.
"My body starts burning up...everything is too sensitive...I c-can't think about anything else..."
>She looks at you, pent-up wants still burning behind those beautiful amber eyes.
"Especially around you."
>Did time just stop, or was it your heart?
>"I'm....you...you do?"
>With head downcast, Blaze nods, slowly.
>You're left reeling as two factions war in your head.
>On one side, immense guilt that you've inadvertently tormented the poor girl so much.
>On the other, zealous satisfaction that it was you, *YOU*, who got the princess so hot and bothered.
>You settle for the mother of all mental fist-pumps.
>"I-I'm really, *really* happy to hear that...you have no idea. Is there anything I can do to help it not be so rough?"
>Her mouth opened, the clearest, most instinctual answer just begging to be spoken.
>It's stifled by a bitten lip.
"You...could carry me."
>"...Carry you. You sure about that?"
"Yes. I think....I think I'll be fine if I cool off. And besides..."
>She gives you a half-smirk, hoping to cut through the awkwardness.
"I'm a bit unsteady after the...rough treatment you gave me. As princess, I am due some recompense."
>You offer her a smile and a mock bow.
>"Your whim is my command, your highness."
"Oh, no, don't call me tha-yeeeek!"
>You scoop her up into your arms mid-protest, bride-carrying her back to the shore.
>Bartholomew raises an eyebrow at you two as you strut back to the beach blanket, giggling cat in tow, but doesn't give you guff.
>Satisfied that you're both safely out of the surf, he returns to reading his novel as you crack open the ice chest and retrieve your still-icy treats.
>Passing Blaze's to her, you eagerly split open your own popsicle.
>Man, you can't remember the last time you've gotten to have one of these.
>Fresh strawberry juice with chunks of pulp, the perfect refreshment on a hot summer day.
>You'd savor this, enjoying it one lick at a wait why are you holding an empty stick.
>Oh. Right.
>You're a savage who just bites off chunks and are done in a minute.
>Oh well.
>You turn to Blaze to see if she's enjoying hers.
>Just as she laps the tip, holding her hair back with a free hand.
>Carefully, she wraps her lips around the popsicle, sucking on the treat with eyes closed.
>You watch transfixed as her head bobs back and forth, slurping up the vanilla with quickening eagerness.
>Did...did she know what this looked like?
>Her rough tongue makes quick work of the melting cream, slipping out on occasion to lick her lips when she pauses.
>She opens an eye, catching you staring before you have a chance to react.
>You expect her to call you out on it.
>Her gaze flicks down, then back up at you.
>Smirks.
>Oh no.
>She instead runs her tongue along the underside of the white ice, collecting the droplets streaming underneath.
>While looking at you with the most trunks-tighteningly intense set of bedroom eyes you had ever seen.
>Whatever cooling down she had done, it's gone now.
>Your jaw drops as she takes the whole much-diminished popsicle into her mouth, her free hand poised underneath it to catch any final drips.
>Before withdrawing a spotlessly cleaned stick.
>God you wish that were you.
>Ice cream finished, she looks back to you now, sending you scrambling to cover yourself.
"Thank you very much. That was delicious."
>Was it just you, or had her voice gotten huskier?
>"Y-you too..."
"Hmm...is something wrong?"
>"N-no..."
>She leans up against you, her skin hot to the touch.
>Is that what she meant earlier?
>She's so close you could swear you hear her purring.
>Either that or how hard your heart was beating.
"Hey..."
>Her voice was low, sultry, velvet on melting ice.
"If something is, please..."
>It's intoxicating.
"Tell me..."
>Her hand brushes your leg, making you jump.
>"I-it's nothing!"
>She doesn't buy it.
>Especially when she notices something poking up under your towel.
>She stares at you, eyes burning.
"Are you?"
>You can't meet her gaze as you nod back.
>She's silent, but her mouth is moving.
>Biting her lip.
>She grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet.
"Come with me..."
>You both quietly leave Bartholomew, book slipping from his hands and snoozing away.
>You try to maintain decency as best you can as she leads you behind the changing stalls, the high dunes giving you some degree of privacy.
>Not a moment after the two of you round the corner, she's in your arms.
>Lips locked with yours.
>Tongue wrestling with your own.
>She grinds against your still-hard erection, the thin swimsuits doing nothing to lessen the blazing heat you feel coming from her.
>She nearly slams you against the wall, her hands roving over you as you get intimate with her rough tongue.
>You respond in kind, your fingers slipping under her bikini top and finding pert pink nipples.
>You give them a gentle tweak, causing her to bite down on your lip.
"AHN~!"
>Panicked, you silence her by covering her mouth with your own.
>The princess writhes against you, your ears filled with her muffled moans as you trace the ever-so-deft curves of her chest.
>You're pretty sure you're just yards away from causing a diplomatic crisis.
>You feel moistness seeping through the fabric of your swim trunks.
>She pulls away from you, a thin string of saliva still remaining from your kiss.
>Her eyes are transfixed on the throbbing tower before her.
>She reaches for your waistband.
>"B-Blaze..."
"Shh...It's okay..."
>She tugs your boxers down past your knees, letting your manhood spring forth as her eyes go wide.
"O-oh...wow..."
>Tentatively, she rests a hand on it, sending a shiver run through you.
"It's....it's so hot..."
>"Ah...a-ahh..."
>She gives it a gentle stroke, her soft fur tickling it intensely.
>You throw your head back as she reaches the base, curling her fingers around you and drawing them back up to the tip.
>The hunger in her eyes is palpable as she watches your reaction.
>Her hand speeds up.
>"Aahh....aah...Blaze...st-"
>All of your whispered protests go unheeded.
>Your hips buck against sun-faded wood as she strokes you off, a thin dollop of fluid oozing from the tip of your lower head.
>Everything goes white for a split second as her finger slips over it, playing with you, before drawing it to her lips.
>Suddenly the motion stops.
>The look on her face.
>Like a starving beast.
>She flings you off the wall, nearly sending you sprawling as you trip on your bathing suit.
>"B-wha-what?!"
>You turn to find her in your place.
>Panting.
>Arms pressed against the ramshackle building.
>Tail raised.
>Presenting herself to you, legs spread.
>The wetness you felt a minute before now a light trickle on her legs.
"Please..."
>A hand slips underneath her, sliding her bikini aside.
>Her womanhood glistens before you.
"Don't make me wait anymore."
>You step forward, trembling.
>Her hips just as shaky as your own as you fumblingly bring your tip to her slit.
>Miss.
>Try again.
>Her hand guiding you.
>As slowly, gaspingly, you feel yourself push through her folds, the incredible warmth enveloping you.
>She hisses as she feels your length enter her, willing herself through the momentary pain and mounting pleasure.
>After what feels like eternity, she's swallowed you completely.
>Neither of you dare to move, too enraptured by the incredible feeling of being connected so intimately.
>The velvety tightness.
>The blissful fullness.
>You wish could savor this moment forever.
>Instinct and your partner have other ideas.
>She pushes back against your hips, urging you to withdraw.
>Before her winding tail draws you back in.
>It's even easier this time, and clearly more comfortable for her.
>Her slick walls cling to every inch of you.
>And you feel every fold of hers.
>She rocks against you, urging you to thrust faster.
"More...moooo~ooore..."
>You grip her sides more tightly as her claws dig deep furrows in the salt-blasted wood.
"A-aaaa~aaaAA!"
>"Shh! Someone might hear!"
>The giggle of nearby kids reminds you just how close to disaster you are.
>Her breath comes lightly, interjected with moans.
>Her neck cranes back as you pound against her, tongue drooping limply as the hot tingles of pleasure sweep through her.
"D-don't..."
>"...What?"
"Don't...c-care...don't-t...stop..."
>You feel her clench around you.
>The thrill of imminent scandal boosts her adrenaline and heat into overdrive.
>Her purrs and growls and hisses of ecstasy only intensify.
>No matter how secluded, her voice was going to carry just far enough before long.
>Drastic measures must be taken.
>You pull yourself free, against great protest.
>Before she can argue too vociferously, you give her a taste of her own medicine.
>You pull her away for the wall, just before pinning her back against it, facing you now.
"W-why did you-mmph...ah...."
>You drown out further questioning with another deep kiss as you lift her leg up, guiding her to cling to you like she had in the water.
>You let you both come up for air.
>"Because...."
>"I like seeing you...holding you...much more."
>Her back stiffens against the wall as you slip your aching manhood insider her again, drawing a contented exhale.
>She allows you to find a controlled, easy rhythm, guiding your motion with her legs.
>Her elegant swimsuit is mostly askew on her body, allowing her breasts to squeeze against you as you pin her smaller frame against the wall.
>She shifts your aim ever so slightly and gives a sharp gasp as you hit her just right.
"OH-oH G-"
>"Blaze, qui-OW!"
>She instinctively clamps her teeth down on you to avoid giving you both away as her folds do the same.
>Her guidance becomes more and more insistent as you hammer away at her, trying your best not to rock the boards behind her.
>Boards you felt deep empathy towards as you feel sets of sharp claws rake your back.
>You grit your teeth and bear it all, both tooth and nail, as you send the both of you to new heights of passion.
>It was all worth it for the satisfaction of holding her intensely hot body against you so intimately.
>....Incredibly hot body.
>...Painfully hot body.
>No seriously, you can feel your chest threatening to blister if this keeps up.
>Before you can begin to worry just how torrid this tryst would get, Blaze finally pulls her head back.
>I'm...I can't stop...Too good...I'm---I'mm-----!"
>"Me too....I can't hold it...Blaze...I'm...."
"HELLLO! HONORABLE GUEST? YOUR HIGHNESS? ARE YOU HERE?"
>Footsteps fall just mere feet away, on the other side of the changing stalls.
>The slap of sandals on white powder plod by, shuffle, and turn.
>Neither you nor Blaze dares to breathe.
>Not that you could.
>Not when both of you were having a silent, earth-shattering panic-climax in your hiding spot.
>Both of your bodies shuddering against, voices torn from you.
>Spurt after spurt of seed filling her, your pent-up load seeping from where you were buried in her to the hilt.
>Her folds wringing you dry, desperate to milk you to the last womb-filling drop.
>You wondered if you were dying; you were sure nothing in existence could feel so amazing.
>Bartholomew’s voice mutters something indecipherable, before at long last turning and leaving the way he came.
>Finally, you and the princess breathe again.
>Laughing, you finally separate from one another, awash in the giddy afterglow.
>You manage to sneak a forgotten towel out of the stalls, allowing you both to clean yourselves up before heading back to the beach site.
>Bartholomew of course gives you both the riot act for disappearing on him, until Blaze gently reminds him who it was that had literally been asleep on the job.
>He quickly regains his professionalism, stating matter-of-factly that it's time to go.
>You assist with breaking down camp and loading up the car, a spring in your step and a fresh song in your heart.
>Once packed, you all strap in and begin the ride home, Blaze nuzzling into your shoulder.
>Before long, she's gently snoozing away.
>Too cute for words.
"So, you two have fun?
>The sudden question startles you.
>"O-oh! Yes, very much!"
"Good to hear. Got a question for you though."
>"...Yes?"
"You're looking pretty red. Something happen?"
>Oh no.
>"A-ahah...yeah, I kind of lost track of the sunblock. What a klutz, right?"
"Yeah, true. Happens to us all form time to time."
>You breathe a sigh of relief. He bought it.
"One more, if you don't mind."
>"..."
"Where'd you get the scratches and bite marks?"
>You prayed the execution would be swift.
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