The boring stuff: A) ThunderCats is under copyright; they are not my creation
and I make no money off this. B) This story does not tell what IS or WILL
BE, but what COULD BE ONLY. C) This story contains vivid descriptions of sex
between consenting adults, so if this offends you or if you are under age,
please go somewhere else.
ThunderCats: Little More Time With You (MF)
by Raven ([email protected])
Why leave the life I love
Here in the great state of Maine
Just to ride that shining rail,
Just to size that ball and chain?
Gotta spend just a little more time with you . . .
- James Taylor
I don't know how many times I cried myself to sleep, wondering what had
happened. Tonight was the worst, though. The front of my silk nightgown was
stained with my tears. I gave my body and soul to Bengali over a month ago,
but he hadn't talked to me much since then; he never even told me he loved me
or I was good or anything. All this time I thought we were in love and that
was just the next step in our relationship, but now he won't even look at
A knock at the door caused me to jump out the bed, startled. I collected
myself and wiped the tears from my face before going to answer it. As an
afterthought, I grabbed my robe and placed it around me, in case it was
Tygra. For some reason, he had been after me lately to sleep with him. He
even told me he knew how to please me, although I have no idea how he would.
I had never been with anyone but Bengali.**
To my surprise, Bengali stood on the other side of the door. He looked
worried and uneasy as he asked shyly, "May I come in for a minute? I need to
talk to you."
I suppressed the instinct to scream in frustration or beat the hell out of
him, saying instead, "Come on in."
I sat on the couch in my quarters, hoping he would at least sit beside me.
Maybe then I could "convince him" how good the two of us were together.
Instead he sat in a chair opposite me, looking around nervously. He broke
the silence with a clumsy "Could I, uh, trouble you for a glass of water?"
"Sure. No problem." After handing the water to him, I sat back on the couch.
I tried to be cold and indifferent to him, but I was only fooling myself. I
was in love with this guy, even if he had rejected me. "So, what can I do
Bengali stood and began to slowly pace the floor. "Pumyra, I've been
thinking a lot lately . . . about us, I mean, and . . .uh . . ."
"Yes?" I said with anticipation.
"I'm sorry for ignoring you lately. I was scared."
"Scared of what?"
"That I would hurt you. I love you too much. I needed to make sure the two
of us were for each other." He turned his face from me, but I could still
hear his voice clearly. "I mean, we've been friends since we were kids, but
love is more than friendship. It's giving yourself to another, giving her
all your heart, body, soul, dreams, and fears, and then taking custody of all
that your partner is. It's pretty scary." He paused for a minute. "But I
realize now how much I love you, and I'm willing to take a chance on our love
if you are."
It was all I could do to keep from running over to him and ravaging him then
and there. Instead I walked over to him and sat in his lap. I placed my
arms around his neck and kissed his head gently. "I love you, Bengali."
He looked directly into my eyes for the first time that night. It shocked me
to see the tears in his eyes. "I love you, Pumyra." Those tears meant more
to me than all of our years of dating, friendship, even our passionate night
I began to kiss his face. "No more tears, love." I suddenly stopped and
looked back into his eyes. It was as though our eyes locked and began to
draw us to each other. We kissed passionately, over and over. I was
surprised when Bengali began to caress my back and butt. He immediately
let go. "Don't be afraid, love. Let's just let go and see where it takes
He kissed me gently and passionately, sending shivers up and down my back.
We began to undress each other, going slow, taking all the time we needed.
He began to kiss my neck and the very top part of my breasts as his hands
caressed my ass. I was lost in him and he in me; the world could have
fallen apart around us and we'd have never known.
I took his manhood deep into me, slowly running it in and out of me. He
began to thrust back, making it penetrate even deeper. I leaned over to
caress and lick his nipples. Bengali moaned with pleasure and fondled my
ass even more. We began to build up speed, thrusting faster and faster
until we exploded all over each other. Before I could respond, Bengali
gently pushed me off his lap. I trembled, fearing I had done something
wrong. He stood up and, to my surprise, picked me up and kissed me. "May
I carry you to your bed, madam?" he asked, a sly grin on his face.
I smiled and nodded my consent, wondering what he was going to do. He set
me gently onto the bed, then positioned himself so he could kiss and lick
the inside of my thighs. I could do nothing but purr at the absolute
rapture I felt. With each oral caress, he got closer and closer to my cunt.
Finally he began to lick my pussy. It was all I could do to keep from
exploding all over him. He slid his tongue in and out of me, stirring our
juices inside me. He began to build up speed, using his tongue just like
his penis. I placed my hands on the back of his head and wrapped my legs
around his neck to urge him deeper. Finally I could take it no longer; my
honey sprayed all over his face. He licked the cum off my pubic hairs and
then looked up at me.
I beckoned for him to come towards me. As soon as he laid down beside me,
I began to kiss him passionately and lick his face. With every lick I tasted
our combined cum; it became a very powerful aphrodisiac. I slid one paw down
to his manhood and fondled it lovingly. Bengali immediately rolled on to his
back, the pleasure making in impossible to do anything but moan.
I then straddled him, engulfing his spear. I began to lie on top of him,
using my paws and breasts to rub his muscular chest while I thrust deep into
him and licked his face. "OH, Pumyra!" he exclaimed as he slid his paws
down my back until he reached my butt. I must admit I've never had Bengali
do anything during sex that didn't arouse me, but when he plays with my
butt . . . Oh, God!! it feels SO good!!! I don't know how many times we
fucked like that or how long we lay side by side afterwards, gently kissing
each other's face and neck. All I know is that it was so perfect. What
really made it special, however, was the look of satisfaction and love on
Bengali's face. I knew then nothing would ever come between us.
* For those of you who have no clue about what I'm talking about, check out
"ThunderCats: One Christmas Night" by Cats, available at this web page for
the suggested retail price of nothing.
** Those of us who read "One Christmas Night" know how!
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