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Teaser: Trick Deck (CV)
🕑 Added 2022-01-10 22:40:00 +0000 UTCYou both stare at each other for a moment, before you finally tell him that eating a deck of cards isn’t much of a trick, even if it was impressive to watch. The cat’s expression flattens. He sighs, rolling his eyes and everything.
“Okay okay, new trick. How is a micro like a pack of cards?”
You tell Phirae that it sounds more like a setup for a joke, not a magic trick. He’s really not on the ball today. He ignores you, because he can snatch you up into the palm of his hand before you get a chance to dodge out the way. He squeezes you in his grip, holding you tight. It’s disorienting, rushing upwards, then falling almost weightlessly as Phi collapses into the sofa cushions - legs spread, one arm braced against the back, the other on his thigh.
“Because cards go in a deck, and micros go in a dick!” With his legs spread, Phi’s crotch is on full display, soft sheath and nuts towering to your diminutive size.
“Yeah, you’re right, it’s just a bad joke, right?” He winks.
You open your mouth to complain, then think better of it as Phirae casually smothers you against his sheath while it swells. You sputter, and shove against the musky, yielding flesh, losing a hand for a moment with an accidental nudge too close to the slit. It’s warm, but way too tight. There’s no space for you to fit. Instead, Phi’s shaft comes out to meet you.
Throbbing, pulsing, twitching. None of those do it justice. The massive pumps hammer you into the palm of Phirae’s hand, so much that you can’t tell if the rush of fluid is his growing erection, leaking pre, or your head being sloshed by the pressure. It gets worse when you’re dragged along the underside of his cock, in slow, teasy strokes. It’s for his own pleasure, you’re just along for the ride.
Soon, the spire twitches to its full length, towering over you for the short time you can glance over it. And despite the massive size difference, when Phirae sees you staring, he blushes brighter. His cock throbs a little harder, drooling with a thick drop of pre. The scent of sex is unavoidable.
“And for my next trick, I’ll make you disappear…” He purrs.
His fingertip rests against your head, angled just so to get you lined up. It’s a raunchy kiss, incredibly wet after that fresh spurt of precum. The hole already tries to swallow you up when it flexes.
And then it does so, when Phi pushes down to plunge you head-first into his cock.
The world goes dark until you get used to it all. The outside world gets muted, overtaken by the gooey squelches of his lust. The depths always seem dark, endless, even as they ripple and twitch, bringing more of the cat’s lustful scent. The walls are slick, but they still tug at your upper half, squeezing you through the opening and dragging your face along the salty, musky flesh.
Phirae shivers in pleasure, jingling his tail collars and bouncing his hips as he gets comfortable in his seat. He lets you squirm on your own for a while, simply toying with his shaft, lifting it up and letting gravity combined with his throbs pull you in the rest of the way. You kick your legs in the air, but spreading his slit wider only hastens your descent. The more you tease his shaft, the hornier he gets. Which means more throbs to jostle you about, and let the shifting flesh slip over your body.
Just before the heat of his dick engulfs your feet, you stop. He pinches one foot between his thumb and a finger, just enough not to lose you too soon. He hangs on the precipice, barely moving aside from the shifts of his heavy breathing, and the greedy squeezes of his urethra trying to pull you all the way in - but eventually he starts tugging you back out.
Another spurt of precum gushes past, wetting your upper half before it dribbles into his paw. But even that’s not enough to let you out all the way. He isn’t stopping, just prolonging the inevitable - Pulling you out, pumping you back in, using you as a sex toy.
You can’t tell what Phirae says to tease you. All you can hear is the gooey squelch of his dick swallowing you up again and again, until finally the cat can’t hold back anymore, and instead of pulling you out, he lets go. You immediately slip far beyond the entrance, too deep to be easily rescued.
Your bulge stops a little ways down, bumping into Phi’s grasp from outside. He doesn’t slow you for long. He paws off around you, squeezing tighter to collapse the fleshy walls against your body, massaging the bulge lower, until you disappear past the base, into his sheath, and still deeper along the tight tunnel. You can tell, since his shameless masturbating gets muffled by the rest of his body.
The tight flexes still tug you deeper, far too tight to even shove against them. If it weren’t for the sheer amount of musky lube coating the walls and spurting past you, you would be stuck. Instead, you press through the mess, treated to the sudden jolt of Phi’s hips, right as you press through the tight, pleasurable button. The gush of fluid drowns out his purring moan, but somewhere those purrs vibrate all around you, even though you’re so far down.
The pressure squeezes you, filling what little space there is with thick, gooey precum, but it doesn’t dislodge you. You can’t ride the spurts back along the cat’s urethra. Instead, the shifting muscles deposit you through an impossibly tight sphincter, to tumble into a much more accommodating space. At least, compared to how tight it is on the way in.
