Cat Fight

Chapter 2- Duel

 

A smile grew across Angela’s lips as she leant down to place a soft kiss on Ratchet’s lips, her tongue running along his strong teeth. What had started as a confrontation of strength had become an expression of each others pure love.

Angela broke the kiss as she laid her head down on Ratchets chest, feeling the gentle rise and fall with each breath. They didn’t care what it might seem like to anyone who stumbled in on them. All they cared about was the moment.

Angela suddenly she rose from Ratchet’s chest as he stared at Angela in confusion. Angela placed a finger to her fiery lips as she walked towards the door. Her elegant fingers danced across the control, inputting the code. The doors slipped silently together. She turned to face Ratchet still sitting on the rug, staring at her in confusion. She walked back towards him as she held out her hand. He scrambled to his feet; Angela took hold of his hand once again. “What are you doing?”



Angela simply winked at his question. She guided his hand around her torso to her back, pulling his hand to the zipper of her jumpsuit. She shot a sheepish grin down to him as he stared up at her, shocked. He gripped the zipper in his hand, his expression suddenly changed to a sly grin. He brought the zip down her back, her jumpsuit parting with each gentle tug.

As the zip reached the bottom Angela shrugged her shoulders, the jumpsuit sliding effortlessly down her sides. The removal of her fabric confines revealed the soft golden fur of her voluptuous breasts. Ratchet stared dumbfounded at her beautiful breasts in disbelief. He fought his urge to touch them, and failed miserably.

Ratchet reached out towards Angela’s chest, cupping her breasts in his hands. Angela’s whole body shivered at his touch. Ratchet massaged her nipple with the pad of his thumb, enticing the nub into a solid pebble. A low sigh emerged from Angela’s lips. She clasped her hand against the back of Ratchet’s head, guiding his lips down towards her nipple. Ratchet’s lips latched onto her left breast and began to suckle on the engorged nub. Occasionally he would stop to lick the tip with the end of his tongue, swirling over the soft mound of flesh. He soon decided to give Angela’s right bosom the same attention, suckling the entire flavor hanging on the patch of bare skin. While Ratchet paid close attention to her breast Angela reached around the back of Ratchets commando suit and undid the clasps which held the material tightly in place. She slid the material off his masculine frame. She dared to glance down at Ratchet’s manhood, seven inches and fully erect. Ratchet detached his lips from her breast with a loud pop as she looked down at him. “My turn”



Angela lowered herself onto her knees, staring at Ratchet’s raging rod standing erect before her. For the first time in her life, she was truly afraid. How was she going to fit it all in her mouth? She gripped Ratchet’s shaft in her slender hand, gingerly kissing the tip. Ratchet hissed in surprise. She enveloped the tip into her velvet mouth. She lightly sucked on the end, which earned her a much louder moan from Ratchets mouth. She began to pump back and forth along his rod, eventually settling into a rhythm.

Ratchets legs began to give way under his own weight. He stumbled backwards, the bars of Qwarks cage digging into the soft flesh between his shoulder blades. Ratchet grabbed Angela’s head as he thrust her forward faster and faster, the pleasure building within him. Angela felt his testicles slap against her chin with each thrust. “Oh Angela... I’m goo…. Goanna cum”

“Uhhhuh gffh” Was all Angela could muffle through her lips as she continued feasting on Ratchets penis. The pleasure finally overflowed within Ratchet, he cummed into her mouth. The cum dripped down Angela’s chin as she slipped her mouth off of his deflating knob. She licked the cum from her lips as she scraped the reminder away with her finger, sucking the finger clean. Angela clambered to her feet, she stared into Ratchet’s eyes.

“Sofa?” She asked innocently.

“Oh yeah” Ratchet charged towards the sofa with Angela in tow. Ratchet grabbed her sides, flinging her onto the sofa. Ratchet leapt on top of her as he hovered above her, his manhood massaging the opening to her love tunnel. Angela gave him a look of uneasiness as she stared into his eyes. “I promise I won’t hurt you”



“I trust you” He slowly began to press his penis into her vagina. Angela hissed in pain as Ratchet continued to press against her virgin tightness. He pushed further and further into her, she slowly began to moan out of pleasure rather than pain. His balls slapped against her asshole as he punched into her. With every retreat Angela sighed in disappointment before she screamed in ecstasy as he slammed into her again. Angela felt the pleasure build, she knew she was close to the point of no return. He pushed faster and faster. “Oh Ratchet!” She screamed as she cummed.

Ratchet soon followed. They each came down from their blissful highs, Ratchet collapsed onto her naked body, her sweat resting on his chin. They slowly drifted to sleep in each others arms.

 

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The silence was suddenly broken by a sound. Ratchet snapped up as he looked around in surprise. “Identity Confirmed: Captain Sasha Phyronix. Lock Deactivated” The Phoenix VI called out in the darkness.

“Sasha!!” Ratchet looked down to see his penis still locked deep inside of Angela. The doors parted and blinding light filled the dim room. Ratchet collapsed down onto Angela’s soft bosom. Sasha stepped forward into the darkness, she called out into the shadows. “Ratchet, is that you?”