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“Bend over the chaise, will you?” instructed the imposing black-clad Parisian hero. “Stick that pretty little ass in the air for me, yeah?”
Marinette willingly complied, delicately laying herself over the polka-dotted chaise she had so innocently constructed years back, then oblivious to the crude activities that were about to occur. Upon doing so, she felt a shock of pleasure run straight to her pussy, which was beginning to soak her panties with sweet juices. Her cheek was pressed into the soft cushion, her silky raven tresses cascading over the edge of the chaise. Marinette’s hands were sprawled out beside her while her feet remained planted on the floor, positioning her perky ass in the air for the cat’s enjoyment.
Chat Noir had knocked on her window with a proposition earlier that evening. The two had grown quite close over the past years, developing a friendship built on understanding and trust. The black cat would often confide in Marinette, whether it was regarding his failed attempts at romance with his spotted partner, or his difficult home life. Nevertheless, sexual tension levels had skyrocketed recently, and Chat’s unusual request had sent them through the roof.
“So… You want to spank me?” Marinette had questioned. “May I ask why?”
Chat’s face blushed a deep crimson. Maybe this was a bad idea, he thought to himself. “Well… I mean… It’s been on my mind a lot. I’ve always wanted to experiment with someone, and I thought ‘Who better than to try it with than my best friend.’ ‘Course, you absolutely don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable. Fuck! I shouldn’t even have asked. Forget I said anything. I’m really sorry, Pri–”
“Kitty,” Marinette interrupted. “You don’t have to be so nervous,” she shyly smiled. “I’ll do it. Just give me about an hour or so to freshen up.”
The hour it took Marinette to get ready seemed to be the longest sixty minutes of Chat’s life. But as soon as he received the affirmative text from the raven-haired girl, it all seemed worth it. He lept through Paris gracefully, his mind on cloud nine fogged with nervousness. When he plunged through Marinette’s skylight window, his body seemed to go into shock. In this case, “freshen up” was an extreme understatement. Marinette was dressed in pink silk pajamas, the soft outline of her nipples against the cool fabric indicating that she did not have a bra on. Her ass was barely covered by the poor excuse of booty shorts, making it all the more appealing to the feline superhero. Marinette’s wispy raven bangs fell into her eyes as the rest of her dark locks framed her mid-back. Chat was absolutely captivated by his sweet classmate and friend.
Now, here they were, Marinette obediently positioned over the chaise while Chat observed from behind. Reluctantly, he paced forward, hesitantly hooking his clawed fingertips into the waistband of Marinette’s pajama bottoms. “Is it okay if I take these off?” he asked. Marinette bobbed her head against the soft cushion in an affirmative nod, awaiting the sensation of cool air meeting her unclothed ass, but it never came. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, Princess.”
“Yes,” she whispered, lost in a trance of excitement and desire. Chat slowly tugged the elastic over Marinette’s hips, letting them fall to the floor. He ran a leather-clad hand over her cotton panties. Chat once again hooked a finger into her waistband, letting go and snapping the elastic against her soft milky skin.
“These, too?”
Once more, Marinette agreed. “Yes,” she moaned. “Chat, please .”
“Please what, Princess?” Chat retorted. “I think you’re going to have to specify for me.”
“ Ugh, ” she groaned. “I want you to spank me. Please. Please just touch me. You can do whatever you want, just touch me. Please. ” She wiggled her ass as a silent plea for attention.
Chat chuckled lowly. “Whatever my princess wants,” he agreed. Wasting no time, the feline super-hero yanked the panties down Marinette’s long legs, revealing her perfectly round ass and sopping wet pussy. The smell of her arousal filled the air like a sweet aroma. Both teens moaned out in unison.
Chat ran his gloved hands over the smooth skin of his friend’s behind. Marinette let out a deep exhale of anticipation. “Chat. Please. ”
That was all the confirmation Chat Noir needed to raise his hand and deliver a slap to one perky ass cheek. Smack! He carefully massaged the scarlet handprint that appeared, gently soothing the welt before his other palm braced for impact.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Chat delivered three spanks before he once again kneaded the flesh of Marinette’s firm ass. Every soft moan the girl released rivaled melodies composed by the most illustrious musicians. Marinette’s pussy was glistening with fluid, and Chat watched as she squirmed and jutted her hips against the chaise.
“Are you enjoying this?” Smack!
“Yes!” Smack! “Oh! F-fuck. Yes, Chat. Feels so good.”
Smack! Marinette cried out. Chat caressed the spot where his palm made contact with Marinette’s ass. Smack! Smack!
“Don’t s-stop,” she drawled. Smack!
“You’re being so good, Princess.” Smack! “Taking it so well for me, yeah.” Smack! Smack! “Being such a good girl.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Marinette moaned and desperately ground against the chaise. “Fuck. Oh… fuck. Mmmhh. ”
Smack! Smack! “Wow, Marinette,” Chat observed. “You’re pussy is practically dripping all over the place.” Smack! “You made this chaise yourself, hmm? Wouldn’t want all of your hard work to be ruined.” Smack! “How about I clean you up?”
Marinette cried out in pleasure after Chat delivered one last smack to her burgundy-flushed ass. “Y-you… you don’t have to if you don’t want to. This was more than enough, Kitty.”
Chat grinned menacingly as he rolled the girl over so she was resting on her back. “Oh, believe me, Princess. I want to,” he reassured. “I’m going to make you feel so good. So, so good.” Chat knelt in front of Marinette’s sopping cunt. He gripped each thigh and dove in between her legs, pressing a sloppy open-mouthed kiss to her folds.
“ HHHNNNNGGGG!” Marinette whimpered, tangling her fingers into Chat’s tangled blonde locks. His nose rubbed against her clit as he ate her out like a starved kitten. Wet kisses were pressed between her lips, on her mound, and upon her inner thighs. Chat latched on to Marinette’s swollen clit, circling his tongue and sucking carefully. The room was filled with the crude, sloppy, wet noises of Chat’s mouth eating her pussy and Marinette’s heavy desperate breaths. Chat unattached himself from her clit, flattening his tongue and licking one long stripe along the entirety of Marinette’s aching cunt. “I-I-I think I’m gonna… OH MY GOSH!” Shockwaves of pleasure shot through Marinette’s body. She transcended, immersed in feelings of ecstasy she had never even dreamed of.
As she came down from her high, Chat cleaned up the remains of their vulgar actions, slurping up every last drop of tangy fluid. He lifted his head and sat up, locking eyes with Marinette. He watched as her gaze dropped to his chin, covered in slick remnants of her. He licked his lips clean and then leaned forward to capture Marinettes’, passionately displaying his feelings towards his princess as actions. Chat gently pulled her panties and shorts back up her legs before lovingly embracing her and pecking her forehead.
“How… how did you learn to do that? That was amazing,” Marinette breathed into Chat’s chest.
“It certainly was. Thank you, Marinette, for giving me the chance to fulfill that fantasy with you. It was everything I could’ve asked for.”
“Mhm,” Marinette agreed. “We should do that again, sometime.”
Chat soothingly ran his hands up and down Marinette’s back. He repositioned them so they were cuddling against the headrest. He was on the verge of falling asleep following that night’s fatiguing activities. “I’d be down. As long as it’s okay with you.”
Yawning, Marinette answered, “Of course, except next time you’ll be the one bent over my chaise,” and then entered the deep realm of slumber.
Chat Noir, however, was awake.
Very
awake.