[F4A] [Dystopia] It's the future. Everything's gone to shit. Let's fuck, or rather, let me suck your cock.

Welcome to the future, shit’s grim and as expected money is the only thing that really matters. A shame that the only thing that really matters is in the pockets of the upper class and avoids you like the plague, isn’t it?

“I could give you some backstory about how the general elections panned out and the cuts to taxes only skyrocketed the wealth gap, but is it really all that important you know the full story behind that collar around your neck? Well tough shit. Rich got richer, poor got poorer and that’s all you’re getting.

 

I’m a designer child, as most are in the upper class. Except my parents really liked cats, and so I was blessed with two pairs of ears, one on the sides of my head and a host of feline features. Not as bad as the kids who had a couple of crazies raise him as a wookie, but still eliciting a large degree of bullying throughout my years in middle school, high school and college were different stories though. Somewhat ironically I’d always be referred to as foxy.

“Stop staring at my tail or I’ll gouge out your eyes,” I hissed, dragging a claw-like nail along your chin as I tipped your head up towards my slitted emerald eyes. My eyes narrowed for a moment, pupils turning from sharp slits to larger diamonds with the change in lighting. Dressed in nothing but thin strips of latex and leather, I didn’t blame you for staring but the least you could do was stare at the other more bountiful parts of my body instead of my fucking tail.

My lips pulled apart to give you a cruel smile, sharper and larger incisors jutting out and gleaming in despite the pale lighting. “Good, it’ll be much better for you if you just listen, after all you don’t have rights anymore,” I told you, referring to the contract that had been bought. You were no longer human, a mere toy - a plaything. Mother always said not to play with my food, but you were just so delicious I simply couldn’t resist, a terrified mouse within my clutches that had no hope of escape. Her fault for splicing my DNA with that of a cat’s, I thought with rebelliously, running the tip down your delicate throat.

“I do hope you’ll be able to provide what I seek, I don’t take kindly to defective toys,” I warned, my voice a curious mix of wanton desire and control. The talon of my forefinger continued its journey along your chest, rowing down the middle and taking a small detour by your navel. With a sly grin, the motion went from smooth to jarring, gripping your cock in my hand with almost murderous intent.

“I’m not some kitten that only needs a few droplets of milk,” I told you, my body lowering down to the silo that held my meal, eyes trained on yours. My grip loosened, hand sliding around to cup at your heavy balls, testing them as one would pieces of fruit for their ripeness. Your muffled whimper was music to my ears, making them perk up and turn in your direction for a moment, an adorable action had I not quite literally held you by the balls.

They were easily full and brimming with cum, unemptied for days, maybe even weeks on end before you were brought to me, the rougher flesh around it tickling my palm with a fiery desire. I let my tongue out, just the tip along the base were the twins met their tower, looking up at you with the member hanging in the way. It was the barest of touches but to my delight you twitched, and I spoke again, hot breath pouring over your sensitive zones. “Never had a lady’s lips around your cock before?” I teased, letting the barest of wet spots cool for a moment.

I twirled my head, tossing the waterfall of hair behind me, I was not in the mood to be interrupted. “Remember, toy, no touching,” I reminded with a sultry smile, the instant my words dropped from my mouth my tongue followed, pressed up against your cock. The lick took it’s time, running up the length before finally flickering off like a candle flame as I took my first sample, the taste causing me to shiver and purr, dragging a breath of air through my cords and rewarding you with a low moan.

Almost in punishment for daring to listen, my hand tightened around your balls, just another reminder of who was in control here as my mouth travelled south once more to lather on another layer of thin saliva. “Don’t forget to tell me when you’re about to cum, I want to savour my milk,” I added, more warm tendrils of my breath enveloping the organ.

Upon the third lick impatience and your taste got the better of me, and before I could really give you more words I found my lips sealed firmly around the helm, sucking instinctively as I drained it of precum, swallowing loudly and greedily. Another series of purrs ran out against your cock, vibrating it within my voracious maw, my hands massaging your balls as they joined together to take one each.

Using only the strength of suction I pulled my head down along your cock, the underside slowly coming under the embrace of my tongue. Another moan rose up just before your head passed by my throat, a loud guttural one as my own thighs kick started the waterworks, hardly five minutes in and I was already soaking and swimming in my own head.

I pulled back teasingly, dragging my lips tightly along and suckling at the phallus, rubbing my tongue along it as if in comfort and saying, ‘it’s okay to cry’, lapping up each tear it coaxed out with a gleeful joy. Down and up, and down again my head bobbed, pulling the veins so they’d pop out and sweeten the texture of your cock with relentless sucking. It was my cock, and I wanted everything it had to offer, sending another quaking moan along the length within my warm confines.

My throat was next to receive its gift, swallowing the meat like water and drinking it up as I pulled down far enough to mash my nose against your hips, clenching my throat around it in a rhythm and ignoring my need to gag or breathe. I need this more than air, I told myself, another muffled moan rising up against the squirming hunk within my neck. The expulsion was snail-paced, only inching you out with each convulsion of my throat, downing countless mouthfuls of saliva and precum.

The grin never left my face, I doubted you’d be able to hold on much longer, and just to coerce you and remind you that you were to tell me, I gave your precious balls a squeeze before returning to palming and kneading. Cum for me! I willed, a muffled sound emanating along your cock coming out as I bobbed up and down to layer it with a tongue massage.

Cum for me!

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Prompt Status: Closed

Your Feline-like Owner

Will you give me the milk I need?

(Sidenote the F4A means anyone: Futa, Trans or whatever have you, just make sure you have a cock.)