Human Rights by S.L. Armstrong

nervous, I lifted my hands and slid them down his back, through his soft, pale fur. The moan he made rumbled between our mouths, and I heard myself whine. Oh, oh, by the moon and stars, I was practically shaking with my arousal. I brought my hands up to cup his face, and I let my fingers slide up to caress his ears as I began to kiss first one side, and the other, of Sir Jiat's muzzle. Little movements of my lips and tongue against his mouth, my hands exploring every inch of him they could reach.
    When Sir Jiat tilted his head back, and my lips began to press along the fur and flesh there, I felt it. The purr. The purr that became louder, deeper, the longer my mouth teased his neck. What arousal coursed through me soon became suffocating, and I whined as I bit at the rumbling beneath my lips. "Please," I panted, not knowing what it was I was asking him for. I put myself in his hands, hoping wildly that Sir Jiat knew what I simply did not.
    "It's all right," Sir Jiat purred near my ear.
    He pulled the bedclothes from my body and shoved them down to the foot of the bed. Though he'd seen me naked daily, and aroused on a few occasions, the way he looked at me now made me think he was truly seeing me for the first time. I flushed again, and my hands itched to cover my cock. His broad hands smoothed down my chest, his sharp claws pricking at my nipples. My nipples drew up tight as pleasure sizzled along my nerves. I gasped and my hips shifted, arched just a little. A wicked smile split Sir Jiat's muzzle, and he leaned down and began to torture my nipples with little sandpapery licks. How my head spun!
    I lost all sense of time, of myself, as he nipped and licked at me, from my neck to my nipples, from nipple to navel. My stomach jumped each time his tongue delved into that little indent, and when I laughed, he grinned up at me. Then, he inched down just a bit more, and his hot, moist breath danced over my hot cock. I moaned... or maybe I mewled, I don't know. Whatever sound left my throat, Sir Jiat loved. His purr became deafening just before he drew his tongue from my balls up to the tip of my cock. It was a languid, possessive touch, a sensation that left my balls aching. Without a thought, I spread my legs wide, offered all my most sensitive parts up to him to feast upon. I trusted my master with my heart and body, and I was instantly rewarded.
    Sir Jiat lapped at my sac, my thighs, my cock. If I bared it to him, he took it as his. He scent-marked each of my thighs, a soft growl in his throat as he did it. "Mine," he told me, and then his cool nose nudged at the base of my cock. I was trembling, aching, my hips arching up eagerly into every touch. "I want to taste you at your source," he murmured, and then he focused on the tip of my cock. He drew the skin back, exposed that sensitive head, and then his tongue slid over my slit.
    The strangled, high-pitched cry that I uttered shocked even me. I thought of nothing but that rasp of tongue over the engorged tip, again and again, until I squeezed my eyes shut and bucked. I shouted as climax seared through my brain, wracked my body, and I spilled my seed against Jiat's tongue. My life, I knew, would never again be the same, and I wept as I shivered in the aftermath.
    Jiat's arms encircled me, and he nosed my cheek, lapped at the tears, and I turned into him, burying my face against his throat. He held me until the tears stopped, until my body had stilled, his hands always petting, soothing me. I lifted my face so I could look up at him. "I've never felt like that before," I admitted. "Not even when you took me to Syra."
    "It is different when you love and care for the one in your bed." Jiat brushed back the hair from my face. "I've rarely let myself love another. The very nature of what I do for Humans means secrecy and betrayal. I have to protect myself and whatever pet I have taken in, and that can be lonely."
    "But I'm different."
    Jiat chuckled, his hand gliding down my side, over