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"Chat Noir?" Marinette gasped when the much-familiar catboy suddenly landed on her bed with a thud.

She's been heading to bed and was about to turn off her nightlight, Tikki already snoring on Marinette’s cat pillow, when her superhero partner decided to pay her a sudden visit.

"Yeah, that's me," confirmed the aforementioned cat with a smirk Marinette had never seen on him before. "And I came to tell you that I know everything, m'lady."

Marinette gasped once again. She must be having a bad dream.

"How did you know?" She whispered, hiding her face in her hands.

"It doesn't matter how I knew. What does matter is what I'm going to do with this information."

Marinette peeked out from behind her palms. She didn't like the direction this conversation was heading.

"I don't get what you m‐--"

She was trailed off abruptly by Chat Noir’s hot satin lips on hers.

It was all too much. Marinette knew this silly cat was head over heels in love with her. He never made it a secret. The whole Paris was aware of his feelings for his red-clad partner, for crying out loud. But never has he allowed himself to do something inappropriate. He'd always been utterly respectful of the boundaries Ladybug once set.

She wasn't going to tolerate such a blatant violation of her boundaries. She couldn't give him a well-deserved slap on the face due to him pinning her arms to the bed. But thankfully, she was still a superhero. Just you wait till she regains control of her mouth to be able to utter her transformation phrase.

As if having read her mind, Chat Noir led one of his hands to her earlobes, Marinette’s lips still captured with his, and before she knew it, her miraculous ended up in his pocket.

The next moment, her arms were joined behind her back, held by Chat Noir’s strong hands, and Marinette's hearing registered an uncanny sound—handcuffs were now firmly locked around a totally wrecked Marinette’s wrists.

"What are you doing? You're out of your mind. Let me out now!" She cried once Chat Noir’s lips left hers, writhing frantically on her bed as Chat Noir was now towering over her, contemplating her with devilish sparkles in his eyes.

With her peripheral vision, Marinette could see that Tikki wasn't there anymore—she must've been engulfed in her miraculous the moment Chat Noir got his hands on the earrings.

"I'm really sorry, m'lady. I didn’t mean to go to extremes. But I couldn’t help it. I'm tired of waiting for you to return my feelings. If you don't want me, then I'll make you mine whether you want it or not."

"You wouldn't dare," Marinette hissed, still fuming with anger.

"We shall see if I would," Chat Noir replied calmly, crossing his arms over his chest. "If I were you, I wouldn't cry for help. There's no need to wake up your parents, because if you try to make a noise, I'll kidnap you and take you to a place where no one will find us."

Tears of anger and utter frustration started to gather in Marinette's eyes. She could see rather clearly that she was trapped. There was no escape from this sly cat. Why did this all have to happen to her?

She was lying there in a helpless rage, gritting her teeth and trying to process what was happening.

"Look at the bright side of the situation, m'lady," Chat Noir said in a much softer voice than just a minute ago. "I'm not a random rapist from the street. I'm your partner in crime fighting. You know me, and I know you. We're thick as thieves. I may not be the boy you love, but hopefully I'm handsome and skillful enough to make your first time unforgettable, aren't I?"

As frustrating as the mess she found herself in was, Marinette had to admit that he had a point. There was no denying that Chat Noir was quite hot and sexy. His chiseled muscles and overall dreamy image made girls all around Paris have wet dreams at night. He must also be very skilled in bed. Marinette often found herself wondering if his cock was big and what his cat tongue and his fingers were capable of. If it weren't for Adrien, she probably wouldn't wish for a better sex partner.

The only thing that made her blood boil was that he wasn't Adrien.

She had been fantasizing about giving her body and soul to the love of her life so many times, and now this dumb cat came to ruin her brilliant plans for the future with Adrien and steal her first time!

"Listen, m'lady," Chat Noir continued, still softly, but Marinette didn't let this softness fool her. "I really don't want to rape you. I want to have your consent. If you promise not to call for help or try to escape in any way, I'll remove the handcuffs. Do you promise? I'll trust your word on this."

"What if I refuse?" Marinette asked, swallowing her tears.

Chat Noir let out a deep sigh.

"Then I'll be forced to act without your consent. I must get what belongs to me. I've been waiting for too long, m'lady. I don't want to wait another minute. I want you. You're so gorgeous and seductive, I can't wait to make you mine."

Marinette let out an angry noise through her clenched teeth. Chat Noir touched her cheek almost coyly.

"Am I that disgusting to you that the mere thought of having sex with me makes you unhappy?" he asked gently, a kicked puppy look in his eyes.

He looked and sounded so upset that Marinette couldn't help but feel bad for him.

"Of course you're not disgusting, Chaton!" She assured him, forgetting for a moment her own predicament.

"Then let's do it!" he pleaded, starting to trace a line along her neck down to her collarbone with his clawed finger. "You won't regret it. I'll be a good lover, I promise! I want to savor your body to my heart's content, that's true, but I want you to enjoy our time together just as much as I would! Let me take you to cloud nine, m'lady."

Marinette was quiet for a moment, a lonely tear rolling down her cheek. Her first time belonged to Adrien only. Why did this dumb cat have to come between them?

"Okay, you won." She finally said bitterly, accepting her defeat and internally bracing herself for what was coming. "I promise that I won't resist. Now do what you want with me. Are you happy now?"

Chat Noir beamed. The room was quite dark, but it looked like a little sunshine came down from the sky to brighten Marinette’s bedroom.

"Yes, immensely happy," he said in a husky voice. "Come here, m'lady, let's make love to each other."

He hugged her tenderly, simultaneously removing the handcuffs, much to Marinette’s relief. Then he captured her lips in another hot and wet kiss, his hands wandering from both sides of her face down to her shoulders.

His hot satin mouth then traveled ever so slowly from Marinette’s mouth to the spot behind her ear and down to her collarbone, leaving wet marks with his tongue along the way.

Marinette let him toy with her, trying to ignore the tingling sensation in her core along with the fact that her panties started getting suspiciously wet.

Why is he taking it so slow? an unexpected thought flashed through her mind as Chat Noir was now playing with the straps of her pajama tank top.

No matter how much she tried to turn off her brain in order to feel nothing, she couldn't deny the sensation Chat Noir’s ministrations had awakened in her.

The heat that's been nestled in her lower abdomen is arousal.

Marinette hated to admit it, but knowing that Chat Noir desired her so much that he was willing to go against her will was thrilling. It turned her on in such a weird yet pleasant way.

Undress me now, you silly kitty, she begged inwardly, but she would rather die than say it out loud.

Chat Noir seemed to read her mind once again.

The narrow straps slid down her shoulders, led by Chat Noir’s fingers, exposing Marinette’s breasts. Chat Noir pulled away a little to take time to admire two delicious bumps he found underneath the tank top, squeezing them together to form an enticing hollow between them.

Before Marinette had time to get used to the cold air crawling along her chest, one of her nipples, suddenly extra sensitive, was taken in Chat Noir’s mouth while his hands massaged and kneaded her breasts, pinching and twirling the other nipple.

"C-C-Chaton…" Marinette moaned almost against her will, feeling drops of hot, gooey liquid soak her panties at the smacking sounds Chat Noir was producing as he sucked her boob fervently.

"Uhm?" He replied, looking up from her breasts with a mischievous grin, obviously proud of the sound he managed to tear from his lady.

"Can you please... do it quicker? I have school tomorrow". She still couldn't bring herself to admit out loud that she was enjoying it.

"What's the rush, m'lady? We have a whole night ahead of us," Chat Noir answered in his signature teasing manner. "We're here to relax and enjoy each other. I've told you I was going to savor your body to my heart's content. That's exactly what I'm doing."

Marinette couldn't hold back a groan. But Chat Noir seemed to take pity on her. His hooked fingers found the waistband of her pajama pants and slowly pulled them out of his way, revealing Marinette’s underwear.

She felt her cheeks grow hotter, but she raised her butt a little to help him. She could clearly see his cat pupils dilate with desire.

"Ready for the next act, m'lady?" He purred.

"Yes," Marinette moaned, not hiding her arousal anymore. He'd discover it anyway by the telltale slick wet spot on her panties.

Chat Noir’s only been waiting for her approval to continue his game of love.
His hands made their way to her hips, caressing the supple flesh and slowly pulling her panties down, revealing her clean-shaven pubis and glistening wet petals of her opening.

"Wow, already wet for me, m'lady?" He chuckled. "Let me look at you."

Now that all Marinette’s clothes were stripped, Chat Noir took his time to take in the enticing curves of her naked body.

"You're so beautiful, m'lady" he murmured, his eyes blazing with desire, and Marinette felt the fire of arousal consume her more and more under his gaze. Gosh, I want you so bad. Now meet the wild beast!"

"What wild b---" Marinette didn't have time to finish her question when she already got her answer.

Chat Noir removed his belt and pulled his zipper down.

Marinette gasped.

Oh mon Dieu, it's so huge, she thought at the sight of the dark red erect cock bulging right in front of her eyes. How would something that huge ever enter me?

The wild beast's head shone with a glossy shine, as if polished, and there was a small drop of slicky liquid glistening on its very tip.

"Like what you see?" She heard Chat Noir chuckle.

Marinette didn't reply. She was hypnotized, not being able to take her eyes off the giant shaft.

She didn't know whether she liked it or not. All she knew was that she wanted to get its full length into her pussy, and quickly.

Chat Noir was definitely a mind-reader.

"Lay down on your back, m'lady", he whispered, and she obeyed without a word, giving him full access to the most intimate part of her body.

She knew what was coming while he was settling between her legs, and God, did she crave it, but the feeling of the real cock rubbing against her opening still made her instinctively press her thighs together.

"What is it, m'lady? Are you saying your last goodbyes to your virginity?" Chat Noir chuckled.

"And what if I do?" Marinette said with a pout.

"Then do it quicker. I'm hungry. I'm not waiting another minute."

"What's the rush, kitty cat?" Marinette replied in a teasing tone. "We have a whole night ahead of us.

Chat Noir slapped her ass in response.

"C'mon, m'lady, relax and let me in."

She nodded and relaxed the muscles of her legs, letting him spread them apart and put them on his shoulders.

The wild beast toyed a little with the little nub of her clit before diving into the slick slit between the pussy lips.

Oh Dieu, his cock was as huge as it looked. But she was wrong thinking that it wouldn't enter her.

It did. It filled up her womanhood so perfectly and completely, as though it were meant to be there. It was rock-hard and hot, thrusting into her with ease. Then it started moving inside of her.

Marinette didn't even have time to register the pain as her hymen tore, aroused as she was. She looked down to see the folds of her pussy wrapped around Chat Noir’s cock, and the sight of their connected bodies made her arousal grow stronger.

In and out, in and out. His hips slamming against her abdomen. Marinette’s mind went completely blank. She experienced orgasms before due to frequent masturbation, and now she could feel by growing tension in her pelvis that the peak approached quickly.

In and out, in and out. Faster, until there was no outer world anymore, just their connected bodies having unhinged sex.

"Come get your delicious orgasm, m'lady," Chat Noir breathed in her ear. "Cum with me."

"Oh mon Dieu, oh my fucking god, Chaton! Yes, fuck me harder!" Marinette was so giddy that she didn't know what she was saying anymore. "Yes, destroy my pussy. Please don't stop! Gosh, kitty cat, your cock is so hard!"

"Oh m'lady, my queen, my goddess, I think I'm gonna…" Chat Noir groaned.

The exact moment the hot ropes of his release shot into the depths of her pussy, Marinette felt a volcano erupt in her womb, and the hot lava was now streaming out onto her partner's cock, mixing his cum with her own juice. Her clit was pulsing frantically, sending waves of bliss throughout her body.

She felt her whole body vibrate with pleasure. The walls of her vagina fluttered, squeezing Chat Noir’s shaft, making him hiss and groan in response.

Despite being completely undone, she could still hear Chat Noir’s loud hiss as he slowly pulled his cock out of her vagina.

"Ta-da! A hot, tasty orgasm delivered. I've told you I'd take you to cloud nine, m'lady", Chat Noir said proudly, placing a kiss on the hollow between her bare breasts.

"And you lied. You took me much higher than that, kitty cat." Marinette replied, her breath heavy.

Chat Noir displayed one of those sheepish grins that usually made Ladybug roll her eyes.

"God, your body is a masterpiece, m'lady. I'd love to make love to you forever if I could." He said, collapsing on the bed next to Marinette, trying to catch his breath, shattered by his own orgasm.

Marinette felt suddenly so exhausted. She snuggled up to Chat Noir, wrapping her arm around his torso, and closed her eyes. One of the superhero's arms wrapped around her shoulders in return, and Marinette felt his lips on the top of her head.

"Oh, look, your thighs are all covered in blood. Let me take you to the bathroom." He murmured.

"You don't have to, kitty cat. I can walk on my own just fine." Marinette replied, playing with his bell.

"I know you can. It's called aftercare, m'lady. I want to do it for you."

He passed another arm under her knees and lifted her, gently pressing the naked girl to his chest. Marinette could hear him purr.

When she got to stand on her feet in the shower, she was thankful for having been carried by Chat Noir: her legs seemed to turn into jelly due to the amount of pleasure that had struck her unexperienced body.

Standing in the shower and humming as the jets of hot water were streaming down her naked body, Marinette turned her slightly annoyed gaze to Chat Noir, who was still standing there watching her.

"I'm not a toddler. You really don't have to watch over me, kitty."

"Why are you suddenly so shy, m'lady? There's nothing I haven't seen before." The shameless cat replied with a chuckle.

Marinette rolled her eyes, smearing a body wash all over her blood-stained thighs.

"M'lady?" He suddenly called, and his voice wasn't teasing this time. "Did you… did you really enjoy this that much?"

There was such a hopeful look in his kitty eyes.

Marinette hesitated for a moment before answering, watching the foam mixed with blood seep away through the drain hole, the aftermath of her orgasm still threatening to turn her body into a pudding. Then she looked up and smiled a soft, genuine smile.

"I did, Chaton. I really did. Thank you."

Unexpectedly for herself, she leaned forward and planted a warm kiss on his cheek.

Chat Noir beamed brighter than he ever did.

"At your service, m'lady." He said, scratching the back of his head.

A few days had passed since their little night adventure, all the steamy scenes they experienced together still fresh in their minds, although Ladybug never brought up that night's events.

When at school, Adrien stole glances at Marinette every now and then, asking himself what she was thinking about. There were now permanent cherry-colored spots dusting her cheeks and an unfocused look in her summer blue eyes. Whenever she was sitting, her legs were tightly pressed together.

God knows how much he longed to take this girl in his arms, to kiss her senseless, to strip all her clothes, to make her fall down on all four and start crazy shameless fucking. He wouldn't even care about the whole class watching them.

This girl was definitely driving him insane. She was sex incarnate. She was made to be cherished and worshiped. Although Adrien did feel a little guilty for what he'd done to her, God, it was absolutely worth it. From the moment Plagg accidentally let slip Ladybug's identity to the moment Adrien spilled his cum in Marinette's womb, he couldn’t find peace.

He wondered whether he knocked her up and couldn't stop his heart's melting at the thought that the lady of his dreams might have his tiny kitten growing inside of her.

That afternoon, at the end of their everyday patrol, when they were about to say their goodbyes for today, Ladybug surprised him by suddenly coming closer and putting her hand into his coyly, like a little child wanting to draw his attention.

He turned to look at her. She contemplated the ground beneath her feet, and there was a deep red color playing on the apples of her cheeks.

"Kitty," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you remember what we did the other day?"

"Yes, I remember it clearly." As if he could ever forget what it felt like to make love to his lady, to have his shaft deep in the wet heat of her womanhood. All the dirty things she'd said that night while he was fucking her tight creamy pussy were still ringing in his ears.

"What if we did it again?" she whispered.

Chat Noir gasped. It was totally unexpected. Yes, she'd told him that night that she enjoyed their first time together, but never in his wildest dreams had he expected her to want more.

He looked at her intently for any signs that she was kidding him, but the pretty bright pink flush on her cheeks, her overall bashful demeanor and a hopeful look in her eyes seemed to indicate that it wasn't a joke. Lust must've gotten the best of his lady.

He beamed a happy and warm smile and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Wait for me in your bed, m'lady, and preferably completely naked."

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Marinette tried so hard to forget.

She truly did.

But it kept coming back to her, whether she was awake or asleep, at school or doing her superhero duties.

(In the latter case, having the source of her misery near her, wearing a skin tight leather suit, only made things worse, especially now that she knew what exactly he's been hiding underneath it.)

While at school, at any given moment she found herself lost in daydreaming about what she'd seen and experienced that night.

The vision of a giant dark red erect shaft ready to be inserted into her cunt.

Chat Noir’s chiseled abs beading so temptingly with sweat.

Her lower lips wrapped around her partner's cock.

His hot mouth sucking and licking her nipples.

The enticing sloppy sound her pussy's been making while being attacked by the huge hard cock.

These memories kept tormenting her so badly that poor Marinette had to press her thighs tightly together in order to prevent her pussy's fluid from leaking out through her panties.

It was a real torture.

Every now and then, she noticed from the corner of her eye Adrien give her half amused, half worried glances, and wondered what he would think of her if he knew that right now she was daydreaming about having sex with another guy.

“He probably wouldn't want to have anything to do with me,” she said to herself. “He certainly would be disgusted if he only knew what a dirty talker I am.”

She needs to confide in Chat Noir and get his help. After all, it was all his fault. He must pay for what he's done to her by taking care of her libido.

Not that she actually held any grudge against him. In the end of the day, Marinette rather felt thankful for all the carnal bliss he had brought her. She never would've believed that so much pleasure was possible to get for a girl like her. Now she knew what all the hype was about.

Of course, it wasn't exactly how she envisioned her first time, but right now, she couldn't care less.

Yet sexual intimacy was a double-edged sword. Once having experienced it, she got addicted to it.

It turned out that her pussy was insatiable. Her clit was like a naughty girl begging for more candies. Marinette tried to soothe it by fingering her cunt fervently at night, but it didn't bring much needed relief.

She needed a real human cock in her pussy —one that was made of flesh and blood. She needed to feel hot cum shoot into her womb to extinguish the fire in her core.

She needed a real person to touch her.

She needed a pair of strong arms wrapped around her.

She needed to feel wanted and cherished, to be obsessed over.

She needed this dumb cat right now. He's got to take her to cloud nine once again… and again… and again…

She was curious to know what Chat Noir would've done if she hadn't granted him her consent.

Would he have carried out his threat to kidnap her?

Where would he have taken her?

Marinette felt her panties get wet again at the imagery of herself somewhere miles away at a desert seaside, straddling Chat Noir’s cock, her wrists handcuffed behind her back, Chat Noir’s claws digging in her butt.

She almost started feeling bad that this didn't happen. It'd make her first time so much steamier.

There was also something more to this.

Yes, she craved Chat Noir carnally. After all, it was he who introduced her to sensual bliss and awakened a horny woman in her.

But she couldn't deny the growing warmth in her chest at the mere thought of this silly cat, of the way he looked at her or how he never called her Marinette anymore, only “my queen”, “my love”, “my goddess” and so on.

How passionate his kisses were.

How, even having her under his control, he still treated her like a queen, thinking about pleasing her as much as about satisfying his own animal instinct.

The problem was, Marinette was always extremely susceptible to being loved and admired. Being constantly showered with love and adoration, she ended up falling for Chat Noir, too.

So, when another patrol came to its end, she mustered all her courage and came up to Chat Noir, who was about to leave, and grabbed his hand.

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“How long do I have to wait for you, silly kitty?” Marinette said with an adorable pout, and Chat Noir noticed, much to his delight, that she was completely naked, exactly as he suggested her to be. “And why am I the only one naked here?”

He felt himself getting painfully hard at the sight of her curves and the dewy pink flower blooming between her thighs.

Oh, how much he wanted to drink nectar from this flower.

How much he'd like to spread its petals open and dip his fingers into its wet core.

How much he longed to smell its delicious aroma.

But before he knew it, he was outright attacked by Marinette.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed desperately her mouth on his. Chat Noir gasped at the feeling of her hot tongue darting out and trying to penetrate into his mouth.

“I want you, kitty,” she breathed into his mouth. “Fuck me. Now!”

So much for taming his lady's pussy!

He thought he made her obedient and submissive, but it turned out to be quite the opposite: he created a needy monster.

She had unlimited power over him, and she knew it. She knew her Chaton would do anything to please his lady. And Chat Noir was totally fine with it.

Chat Noir broke the kiss and slightly pushed the horny girl away and looked around in Marinette's bedroom.

Last time he was here, he had to stay up until late at night, guarding her sleep, because his lady wouldn't let him go.

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“Please stay, Chaton,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his torso again, once she was brought back to her bedroom from the shower.

“I can't stay for long, my beautiful lady. I can only stay until you fall asleep,” he said, kissing the crown of her head.

“Then stay until I fall asleep,” she whined like a little spoiled child.

“As you wish. But you should put your clothes on first, my love. And one more thing."

Chat Noir reached for his pocket and took out the earrings.

“Here's your miraculous. Now you can transform and kick my ass or hand me over to the police.”

“Why would I do that?” Marinette asked, genuinely surprised.

“Because I basically raped you.”

She giggled, all while putting her miraculous on.

“First, I gave you my full consent. And second, I don't want my precious partner to end up in jail, even if he sometimes acts like a dumbass.”

“Are you okay, Marinette?” Tikki squeaked, watching her wielder put on her panties and pajamas.

“Yes, I'm totally fine, thanks, Tikki”, Marinette answered with a yawn. “But I do need some rest and beauty sleep.”

Tikki looked worriedly between her and Chat Noir for a moment without saying a word. Then she curled up on Marinette’s pillow.

Chat Noir stayed awake, watching the love of his life fall asleep by his side, clutching at his arm. He smiled tenderly. She looked even cuter than usual when she was asleep. Seeing Ladybug sleep so peacefully was rewarding.

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And now that cute girl was attacking him like a hungry tigress.

“Unleash your wild beast,” she hissed against his lips so fiercely that for a brief moment Chat Noir thought that master Fu made a huge mistake by not giving her the tiger miraculous instead. “I need it. Now!”

“Whoa, m'lady, hold on, let me breathe! The night is young.”

“I've been waiting for far too long!” she whined.

“We had sex only three days ago, my queen,” Chat Noir reminded.

“I know, and it's way too long, you silly kitty. Don't waste your time prattling and give my little wet pussy a nice hot orgasm,” Marinette said, tugging at his belt in a desperate attempt to unbuckle it.

Chat Noir could only stare at the shameless girl spewing out dirty words like it was nothing. So unlike the shy cutie pie she was at school!

“Not before this kitten of yours gets his milk,” he eventually said with a smug grin, gently removing Marinette’s hands from his waist. “Lay down and open your legs for me, my beautiful lady.”

Marinette didn't need to be asked twice.

Chat Noir hasn't had the time to admire the beautiful sight his lady's exposed crotch offered him when they had sex for the first time due to being too starved for physical intimacy and too eager to finally have the best source of said intimacy under his control.

Now that there was no urge to fuck her before she changed her mind and retracted her consent, he could enjoy her delicious pussy all he wanted.

“C-C-Chaton!” Her sinful moan echoed as a heavenly music in Chat Noir’s ears as he drilled the sweet tiny pea of her clit with the tip of his tongue, pausing occasionally to close his lips around it and give it a long suck.

Chat Noir felt like he was totally losing it. The arousing smell of Marinette’s wet pink pussy was intoxicating. The salty taste of her juice on his lips gave him an extra strong boner. Her hands tugging at his hair, her lustful sighs and her tongue licking her plump lips twitching in bliss was driving him insane. If he keeps doing it, he will release before he has time to unzip his super suit.

Chat Noir grazed her clit one last time, kissed the wet folds and straightened himself, licking his lips greedily. Marinette looked at him with half-lidded eyes, her chest raising heavily, and let out an angry noise, annoyed by the loss of the feeling of his hot wet mouth on her clit.

“Why did you stop, silly kitty? I was so close. I want more. Please bring me to orgasm!” she passed her hand over her breasts, slightly squeezing one nipple, as if inviting him to do this to her.

“Will do, but not like this,” said the sly cat, his fingers fiddling with his belt's buckle in an attempt to finally set the hungry beast free before it was too late.

Marinette seemed to suddenly think about something and sat up with a jolt.

“Wait! I have an idea. Do you happen to have handcuffs with you?”

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“Oh gosh, kitty cat! Feels so good!” Marinette cried as Chat Noir filled her up again and again.

She's been sliding up and down Chat Noir's cock, her bare breasts shaking with each thrust offering a spectacular view to Chat Noir’s awestruck eyes.

She was dying to touch her partner's balls, whose hair tickled her butt every time she slid all the way down his shaft, her pussy lips kissing his abdomen creating a soft sloppy sound.

She would like to squeeze the huge balls covered with short blond hair in her hands, to kiss them lovingly, to lick and suck them like an ice-cream and watch their shrunken skin go smoother as something hard is moving inside them, making them pump up. She knew that sensation from their previous intimate encounter when Chat Noir put her hand on his balls while cuddling with her.

She was dying to prop on his chest, to feel his muscles covered in sweat under her palms, to feel his heartbeat.

And she would do it, if not for the fact that her hands were now handcuffed behind her back. No complaining though, since it was she who asked her partner to do that to her.

And God, it was quite the experience! Marinette had the time of her life.

Chat Noir’s claws sinking into her butt cheeks, her pussy creams spread all over his cock, her butt twerking, just like she's been dreaming of.

(Although it wasn't some random seaside lying somewhere miles away, it was just L'île aux Cygnes. But luckily, its beach was totally deserted at night, providing them necessary privacy.)

“Slap my ass,” Marinette begged, her breath heavy.

“What?” Chaton asked, confused.

“Slap my ass now. You did it before, didn't you? The same night you took my virginity away.”

“I did it to talk some sense into you. Why would I do it now?”

Marinette let out an annoyed noise.

“Because it turns me on, you silly kitty! Enough talking! Just do it.”

Chat Noir obeyed and slapped her ass lightly, as he'd done that memorable night.

“It's not enough. Slap harder!”

“I don't want to hurt you, ma belle,” he said softly, massaging the butt cheek he's just slapped.

“You won't. Don't worry.”

Chat Noir had no other choice but to obey his lady. Reluctantly he smacked harder, and a red mark appeared on Marinette’s soft ass.

“Yes, more. Please, more!” she moaned, bobbing up and down, her nipples hardening in the cool night air. “Feels so good!”

And she got more, making Chat Noir hiss and groan when her walls clenched around his cock at every slap.

“I've been such a bad, naughty girl, Chaton,” she whispered, sweat drops glistening on her forehead. “I deserved to be disciplined. Punish me!”

Chat Noir watched her in awe.

His lady has always been a riddle to him, but now she puzzled him more than ever.

She, whom he cherished like a queen, liked to be humiliated. He just couldn't grasp it. But he continued to slap her buttocks nonetheless, all while picking up the pace.

Marinette suddenly whimpered, and her body tensed, as if she was a tigress preparing herself to attack her prey. A particularly loud moan escaped her throat. A shiver passed through her body. Her breath became loud and husky.

A climax that shook her a moment later was so intense that she would fall from her sitting position on her kitty's pelvis if not for Chat Noir’s strong arms holding her gently but steadily.

Chat Noir was extremely proud to have made her come so hard yet again. Her pleasure is what always comes first.

But he, he wasn't done yet. He had to continue banging her pussy.

So he kept polishing her always welcoming walls, now dripping with delicious slick juice. The tension that's been building up in his groin, his balls as tight as a drum, all made him feel like he was about to explode.

Marinette must've noticed that he was close and decided to tease him.

“Will you shoot all your hot cum inside my slurry little pussy?” she cooed in an innocent tone which contrasted sharply with the dirty words she said.

Seriously, this cute girl has no shame! Chat Noir had never thought that she was such a dirty talker or that she actually enjoys being handcuffed and slapped.

But her dirty words sped up what was already around the corner.

“Like my cum so much, huh, m'lady?” he half chuckled, half groaned as he reached the peak. “Get creampied then!”

Marinette gasped when his hot throbbing cock ejaculated small, but powerful jets right into the depth of her vagina, burning her insides.

“Ta-da! Another delicious orgasm delivered!” Chat Noir said, bending his torso forward and kissing her belly button. “Hopefully your humble servant succeeded to please lady Pervert.”

The familiar electric tingling in his body, fireworks exploding in his head, cock twitching before it goes limp again, pleasant exhaustion that followed the enthusiastic lovemaking — Chat Noir really loved all these post orgasmic symptoms.

Marinette laughed and laid onto his chest as soon as he removed the handcuffs (but not his ultra sensitive cock), pressing their foreheads together and kissing the tip of his nose.

“I'm not a pervert, kitty,” she said, tugging at his locks. “I just wanted to try something new, something hot.”

“Which time did you like the most?” asked the curious cat.

She pondered her response a little.

“Not gonna lie, I loved both equally. Both times were great in their own way. I love when you are soft and gentle and treat me with respect and adoration. I also love when you're brutal and violent and fulfill my wildest carnal desire. You should know that you'd made a huge mistake by handcuffing me that night and suggesting you'd kidnap me. Then you'd made another one by slapping my butt. It turned me on so much I couldn't find peace for a few days, wanting to be kidnapped and fucked into oblivion. But whether sex is soft or rough, does it really matter? I'll take anything as long as it's coming from my beloved partner.”

Chat Noir listened to her confession quietly. For nothing in the world would he dare interrupt his queen. But at the last sentence he gasped, and his eyes widened.

“Your beloved pa—” he mumbled, and Marinette giggled at how bashful the cocky Chat Noir suddenly looked. All his self-confidence seemed to fly out the window. “What do you mean by this, m'lady?”

Marinette cupped his face lovingly and looked into his wide kitty eyes.

“Three guesses. Maybe because I love you, kitty?” she whispered.

She placed her lips on his again, but not in a desperate lustful way, as she did earlier that night. This time it was a slow, sweet kiss, filled with sunshine and tears of joy.

Her heart swelled in her chest when she felt him kiss her back.

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“Why did you call me so late at night, m'lady? Do you want another steamy night with me?” Chat Noir displayed his famous Cheshire cat grin, though his eyelids threatened to give in to slumber at any given moment.

“No, it's not that,” Marinette responded, scratching the back of her neck, her lips twitching in an odd smile Chat Noir couldn't quite decipher. “Although my pussy is always glad to welcome you in. And so is my butthole.”

Chat Noir could only stare, at loss for words. His lady's sexual appetite was legendary. She made him fuck her at every opportunity they could get. Even when there was no opportunity at all, even then she demanded to get laid. In her room, at a random rooftop, at the top of the Eiffel Tower, in the sewers, in a secluded alleyway, at the beach. Everywhere she could find a horizontal surface.

They tried everything teens their age could possibly think of (including anal; this one required weeks of preparation, but the bliss they both got in the end was worth it). She especially loved doggy style (she's always been asking him to slap her ass during their intercourses) and riding his cock, often with handcuffs on. She also loved to suck and massage his balls while giving him a blowjob. What was so special about his balls, Chat Noir kept wondering.

But the main thing was that his lady loved him. She needed her kitty not because he was a tireless sex machine always ready to please his lady (although he wouldn't complain if it were the only reason). Her love was an inexhaustible source. All the love and bliss he gave her she returned a hundredfold.

“I couldn't tell you this earlier, all because of that stupid akuma,” she went on after a pause.

“Tell me what?” Chat Noir was still none the wiser.

“You know I love the creampie, Chaton, right?”

Of course, Chat Noir knew that his lady loved when he spilled his semen inside her. The only exception was when she was giving him a blowjob—in that case she asked him to cum on her face or her breasts (except those two times when she risked swallowing, and gosh, this almost made him come for the second time when she did). The white buttery icing definitely suited her.

Marinette caressed her belly, and a blissful smile bloomed on her face.

“Looks like you creampied me into pregnancy, Chaton.”