Courts and Cabals by G. D'Moore (top 10 ebook reader .txt) 📗

on the bed. Xamira went into Lilith’s room and told me to holler if I needed anything. I checked the clock and there was a good hour before Dani would get back from rehab, and then three hours until we were meeting for the trial. I didn’t know where it was going to be, but I couldn’t think of many neutral, third-party locations.

I ran my hands through my hair and resisted the temptation to pull it out. I dropped heavily into my chair and booted up my computer. “Maybe,” a thought occurred to me, and I looked back at the door. I’d locked it behind me. “I could . . .” I made a decision.

Pornhub was the first link on my favorites bar. I hit it, and quickly undid my belt. I grabbed the lotion and Kleenex from a desk drawer, but was pretty sure I wouldn’t need the former. Despite my sex life over the last two weeks, my high school career didn’t contain a lot of doing the no pants dance. I was poor, human, and lacked any power or prestige aside from my little side hustle. Over three years of school, I’d hooked up a grand total of three times.

One was a human who threw me a bone when we both got a little too liquored up. The second was one of Makaylah’s friends, but her fangs scraping against my next was off-putting. We did it a few times, but when she asked if she could bite me, I ended it.  My third and final experience was when a prospective transfer came to visit the school. She had a thing for bad boys, and we hurriedly humped while her parents were taking a tour of the field house. She was my best sex up until two weeks ago, but I never saw her again.

I was a red-blooded, teenage, American boy with all the hormones that went along with that. The first thing I did when I started making enough money was get a credit card in my own name and buy a premium membership to the best porn site on the internet. I hadn’t even thought about porn over the last two weeks, but if there was a better way to relieve stress on my own, I hadn’t found it.

I was greeted by a homepage of what an algorithm said I liked. That was generic stuff: threesomes, lots of doggystyle, and the occasional taboo scenes that weren’t really taboo. Two porn stars pretending to be mother-daughter and going to town on the boyfriend wasn’t taboo. I skipped all of that and went to find old faithful.

“There you are,” I gave a practice tug on myself to get in the mood. Blood started to flow south as I hit play.

“Hello there,” a sensual voice purred as a face appeared on the screen.

Like every other industry in the world, porn had been affected by the Revelation. The voice that stared back at me was a shifter. Her face was feline and topped with two triangular ears that perked up at the start of the video. Her fur was a silky brown that covered her arms and legs. Creamy patches highlighted parts of her face, her tits, and her taut stomach. Her name was Littlekittycat69.

“Nice to see you,” she continued as the camera zoomed out to show everything.

Her tail lazily swung back and forth. She was lying on a bed, showing off her fantastic body, but her legs were crossed to keep a little suspense until later. I missed what she said next as my eyes drifted over her fur-covered tits. My cock throbbed so hard in my hand I could feel my heartbeat.

“. . . remember to stroke to the beat . . .” she gave the camera a toothy grin. “Good luck.”

The video was a compilation filled with jerk off instructions. A steady thump came out of my speakers, and I was supposed to stroke to the beat. The objective was to build up to an orgasm, but it only worked out that way fifty percent of the time. Half the time, I fast forwarded ahead. Today, I needed something to focus on.

The video started off with a slow pace. It had photos of the cat shifter in provocative poses: bent over, feeling her tits, playing with her clit, etc. These videos always started slow and gradually turned up the heat. The provocative still-shots shifted into make out sessions between her, humans, and other shifters. I measured up to some of the human cocks in these movies, but the shifter cocks were beyond anything a human circulatory system could support.

From making out, it progressed to her getting eaten out, or sucking these lucky guys’ dicks. The compilation was of Littlekittycat69’s greatest hits, and it was mild torture to keep jerking to the beat. After her and her partners went to town on each other with their mouths, the real fucking began. Most of the time it started with her on top, maybe some reverse cowgirl. It gave me a great view of her perky tits bouncing, which just happened to coincide with the beat. It also had plenty of close up shots of her pussy taking those monster cocks. Her squeals almost drove me over the edge despite the slow-to-medium pace.

After showing her on top, the videos moved to missionary or doggystyle. Sometimes it was slow and sensual. Others, the guy was just pounding her. The tempo sped up and slowed down based on the clips, and this was where I could feel my own orgasm start to build inside my nuts. I paced myself. I wanted to get to the end.

Last but not least, the compilation finished with a series of money shots. One by one, the guys blew their loads: on her face, tits, in her pussy, and even in her ass. The goal was to get to the last