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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      The_Disciple/Nepeta_Leijon
  Character:
      Nepeta_Leijon, The_Disciple_(Homestuck)
  Additional Tags:
      Leijoncest, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Mildly_Dubious_Consent,
      Xeno
  Series:
      Part 2 of 'Cest_PWP
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-09 Words: 1001
****** Kitten's First Time ******
by keresWings
Summary
     The mighty huntress meets the majestic purrbeast. Disciple thinks
     Nepeta is cute. Maybe cute enough to fuck.
“Equius!” you call. Your moirail apparently didn’t land in the same section of
dream bubble that you did. You find that quite frustrating, although you are
enjoying frolicking in this forest.
“The majestic purrbeast wishes to know who Equius is,” says a melodic voice.
You jump and spin around. A large troll is peering down at you from a tree. She
almost looks like you!
“The mighty huntress tells the majestic purrbeast that Equius is the huntress’s
moirail!” you reply nonetheless.
The troll jumps down out of the tree and wow, she’s tall, and a fully grown
adult, too. You back up a little, and she gives a small smile.
“The majestic purrbeast promises she doesn’t want to hurt the mighty huntress,
and thinks they can be friends!”
You’re still kind of cautious. “What is the purrbeast’s name?” you ask.
“I’m called the Disciple,” she says, breaking character. You nod slowly.
“I’m Nepeta,” you reply. The Disciple grins.
“Such a pretty name for such a pretty huntress!” she exclaims. You grin back
and pad forward.
“You think I’m pretty?” Wow, and she’s really pretty too, with horns like yours
and big olive eyes and you can’t help but notice how her outfit accents her
body, lean and graceful. And … you blush because you’re pretty sure that lump
in the front of her pants isn’t bad tailoring.
“You are pretty,” she says. “The majestic purrbeast wonders if the mighty
huntress wants to yiff?”
You gulp. That was forward! “Uh …” Oh, you’d just met her. Equius was going to
be so mad. “Sure.”
Disciple grins and jumps on you, nuzzling and kissing at your neck, and her
enthusiasm kind of turns you on too. She rubs a hand across the front of your
pants and you jump, a bit surprised.
“Virgin?” she asks, grinning against your neck. You flush even more.
“Yeah.”
She drops to her knees. “I can change that.” She deftly undoes your trousers
and slips a hand inside. You gasp when her fingers brush against your nook. She
merely laughs.
“Nepeta, Nepeta,” she sings. “Such a gorgeous name.” You’re about to ask her
for her real name and not just her title when your thoughts are scattered by
her mouth on your bulge.
“O-oh! Disciple …” you say uncertainly, but it breaks off into a moan as she
licks along the major vein on the underside of your bulge. Her face is smeared
with olive now, and she’s got a finger pressed up inside your nook, stroking
against the wall between your nook and your bulge, and it’s sending shockwaves
of pleasure through your body. You can’t believe you’d never discovered this
with all the times you’ve played with yourself. You fist your fingers in her
hair and she lets you force your bulge deeper down her throat and you know
you’ll pay for it afterwards but you don’t care it feels so good and suddenly
all the build up of pleasure explodes into little supernovas all over your
body.
When you come down from your orgasm, Disciple’s hand and face are covered with
olive genetic fluid and your trousers are definitely a lost cause. You look up
at your ancestor with wide eyes. “I’ve never felt like that before,” you tell
her, and she laughs at the wonder in your voice.
“I can make it feel even better,” she claims, and you shake your head because
there is no way that’s possible, but she’s taking your ruined trousers off and
then her own and you may have squeaked a bit at the sight, because you knew
she’s an adult and you’re not but are bulges really supposed to be that big?
The Disciple gives you a smile and lifts you up easily, and you instinctively
wrap your legs around her waist. You can feel her bulge teasing along the
inside of your opened thighs, and you instinctively tighten your legs. Disciple
laughs under her breath, taking your apprehension for eagerness, and slowly
lowers you down onto her bulge.
You squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lip as you wriggle your hips, trying
to get used to the feeling of having someone inside your nook. It’s … odd, but
not extremely unpleasant. The strange shifting of muscles gives off a dull
burn, but it’s so slight that you think you kind of like it. Your hips meet
hers and you open your eyes. She’s smiling at you.
“Does it feel good yet?” she asks. You pause and consider.
“Still not as good as before,” you decide, and suddenly you can feel the bulge
moving, holy shit you didn’t realize it was that deep inside of you, and it
arches up to press against the walls of your nook, and you can’t see straight,
overloaded with pure physical pleasure. Slowly yet steadily, the Disciple gets
rougher with you, until you know you’re nook is going to be numb when she’s
done and you really don’t care. She’s got you pressed up against a tree trunk
and is mouthing at your neck, which usually you’d protest to but she’s being
very careful to not even scrape you with her fangs, so you allow it. Plus it
feels really good. You barely even notice when she starts sucking, leaving a
dark olive bruise.
You’ve grabbed onto her horns as you bounce on her bulge, and you’re chanting
her name when you feel her shudder, genetic material splashing inside your nook
and dripping out onto the ground beneath you. The sensation of the material
sliding in your nook is enough to make you orgasm a second time, your eyes
rolling up into your head as you shake in her grip.
When you come back to reality, your nook aches from the pounding its just
taken, and you’re curled up in a humming Disciple’s lap as she plays with your
hair. You purr back and tuck yourself under her chin.
“Wow," you say, still kind of dazed. "When can we do that again?” She just
laughs.
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