Geisha's Revenge | By : cherylgebo Category: +S through Z > Scooby Doo Views: 1172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Riding through one of the rides was fun, but not when they had to go through purely to see if everything was working correctly, and since the last two technicians ran and haven't looked back, it was up to Geisha and Catman this time. She had her hand in the water while he was scanning the ride, getting out of the boat every now and then to check all the figures of them and animatronics, making sure he didn't land in the water when he got back in the boat.
"Find anything out of place?"
"Not yet, but we're coming up to your part."
"I heard the cannons weren't working well, they will jam apparently, and not in the rock and roll way."
"Fun...Don't go in them now..."
"Why not? It's not like it'll kill me."
"No, but you will fall in water then I will get scratched into pieces."
He smiled at her, chuckling as they went down the flute to his area. He watched the canons, noticing how they were indeed jamming up. He went up to try and fix it only to have it blow in his face.
"I told you, I fucking told you."
Spaceman looked up seeing a very embarrassed Catman while Starchild and Demon shook their heads. Guardian helped her lover, sweatdropping as she handed him another roll of bandages for her sisters scratches while she glared at her own lover, who looked away.
"I told you...once you hit the water you would scratch me to pieces!"
"I'm sorry!"
"Sorry, my ass! Let the technicians deal with it now! They hired new ones you piece of cat-"
"OK! Enough of that!" Spaceman interjected, quickly packing things up and pulling Geisha away from her lover.
"ERIC I'M GONNA FUCKING MURDER YOUR ASS!"
Catman quickly backed against the wall, his hair puffing out like a scared cat, his eyes quite wide and a snarl coming out of his perfect white teeth. Starchild smiled at him, "The life of dating one of the sisters?"
"DATING!? I'M MARRIED TO HER ASSHOLE!"
Approaching the door to their room in the KISSMania Hotel, Catman was rightfully nervous. He was listening, using his powers to hear her better, noting that he could hear the TV going, and possibly bedsheets rustling. He slipped his card into the lock, pulling it out quickly and going in slowly. He peered at her, realizing she was sleeping. He gently snuck by her, not wanting to wake her, using his cat-like stealth to move from the door to the bathroom. He gently shut the door, sighing. Yup, she was still mad. He could tell by the broken mirror.
Once he cleaned it up, he figured it was time for a shower. He stripped his costume off, being sure to stand at the sink and wash off the black, white, silver and green makeup from his face. He was sure he washed his face raw when he stepped into the shower. He worked shampoo through his hair, shaking it every now and then. He finished up, drying off and changing into a tank top and boxers for sleep. He yawned, putting the towel in the laundry basket provided and went out. He quickly dried his hair, knowing how much they both hated going to sleep with wet hair.
He laid down after talking to Spaceman for a bit on Skype, turning around and going to bed. He thought he felt her shift. He looked over his shoulder, noticing she hadn't moved. Suspicious, he turned back around, wondering what she was up to when a hand landed on his shoulder, making him jump and hiss. He turned his head to look at her smiling face.
"What is on your mind..."
"Nothing, does something have to be on my mind?"
He gave her a suspicious look, knowing damn well something was up or she couldn't have pretended that she was asleep. He should have known by her breathing. She gently wrapped her arms around him, snuggling against him.
"...You're mad still."
"Of course not!"
"You are..."
"I am not, Eric." She said his name softly, running a hand down his arm gently, smiling.
"Are you telling me I don't know my own wife...Kris?"
A smile appeared on her pretty lips, making him seriously suspect her. She didn't say anything, but instead leaned over his shoulder, placing her lips softly against his own, first making his eyes widen before he closed them, giving into that sweet kiss.
Catman's arms came up and enclosed around her, trapping her against his body, pressing up against her. He forgot about her being so mad at him, forgot about her anger as her body pressed against his, only to realize she was entirely naked. She was making it all the easier. His hand came up, cupping her breast and kneading it. He soon found himself in a battle of the tongues as she tried to claim dominance against him. He groaned as her lips moved from his, making a trail from his mouth to his throat. He tilted his head back as she put his arms above his head, running her fingers from his down his arms to his sides.
He purred, moans slipping from his lips as her hands tickled his body, running over his skin constantly, her lips making trails from his neck to his chest. She brought her hands back up, catching his tank top and pulling it up over his pecs, her lips attaching themselves to one of his nipples, biting gently with her teeth and pulling, making him give her a small series of low moans. She found her chance, reaching up, slipping her hand under the pillow under his head. He didn't hear anything, arching his back as her tongue drew swirls over his nipple, not until he heard a telltale click did he look up, eyes widening.
"W-What...Kris! What is-" He left off with a moan as her hips rolled forward, pressing against his hardened cock.
She smirked, trailing down, dipping her tongue into his belly button. The sensual kisses, he swore they be the death of him. He groaned as she pulled his boxers down with her teeth, hissing as the cool air hit the head of his cock, precum dripping slowly down his shaft. She smiled at him as she put a hand on him, watching as she licked her lips, then slowly licked the velvety head, making him arch his back and moan out loudly. She slowly took him in, tongue swirling up and down his shaft, her teeth gently scraping against the veins that bulged out.
She was going to drive him absolutely insane. He bucked his hips, driving his shaft down her throat, feeling her hand caressing his balls, making him moan out and his thighs and belly tense up. He could feel it rising already, feeling that orgasmic feeling getting closer.
Then she stopped, and he moaned in frustration. He was so close. Maybe she was about to ride the hell out of him....
A sinister chuckle was heard and he looked at her.
"I knew it ...you're still mad at me!"
"Maybe a bit." She said, getting over him, hands on either side of his body.
"Kris...no more...please no more....last time you put a ring on me and rode me until I blacked out!"
"But I thought you liked it."
"I did...until you did it over and over again!"
"Then maybe...you shouldn't piss me off...Eric."
He shivered as his name rolled off her tongue. She dragged her nails over his skin, making him pant and groan with want and need. She continued on, slowly moving down, being careful to avoid his cock and balls all together. Net thing Eric knew, he was sitting upon his shoulders, ass in the air and spread wide.
"Kris! Wait!" He gasped out, scared that she was about to do that thing.
He started to beg her once again when he let out a loud moan, something warm and wet circling his muscle. His cock twitched in response, her hands on the cheeks of his rear, spreading him wide so she could continue with her tongue. She was quite glad he had a shower. She dipped her tongue into the closed center, making him gasp and moan, his toes curling. Panting, he watched as she stopped, reaching over and pulling a bottle of lubrication.
Groaning, he realized what was about to happen. She poured a generous amount on her hand, but before she applied it to him, she bent over, licking at him once more, flicking the muscle until he twitched. She smiled.
"Ready?"
"Hell no!"
He moaned out suddenly as she worked a finger in, covered in lubrication, slowly but painfully. He gritted his teeth, tears appearing in his eyes. They slipped into his soft brown hair, feeling her slippery hands work at his rear. She started to move it, being careful of his prostate. She kissed his knee, holding his leg to her head, nuzzling him and smiling. Catman groaned as a second was adding, scissoring, readying him for something. Before long a third was adding, and he was wanting to go insane.
She smiled as she rubbed his prostate, earning a pleasurable holler.
"Dirty kitty, you like this don't you?"
He only moaned in return. She continued until he was twisting around on the sheets, having made his way back down. The more pleasure he received, the louder he got. Catman twisted his body until he was on his knees, crossing his arms, trying to get away before he blew everywhere. She pulled her fingers out, wiping her hand off and then...nothing. He looked at her, panting and drooling, seeing her doing something. She had something she was putting together. Panties?
"Kris....kitten...what are you...." He moaned softly, a small wave of pleasure rode his body.
He heard something wet, the same sound he usually heard when he would first push into her body, the wet noise shed usually have. He realized she put something inside of her, then a humming. She bit her lip, smiling. It felt good, she couldn't deny that. Smiling, she removed the panty part of the strap-on but kept the vibrating dildo inside of her pussy. She let her legs spread behind him, reaching down and rubbing her clit. Moaning, she got up, still rubbing, letting him see her playing with herself. She situated him a bit, making him push back.
With some good maneuvering, she situated herself in front of him. Smiling, she grasped his head, feeling his wrists on the small of her back. Pushing his head down, she gave him a moan as his tongue licked her clit, the tip flicking it back and forth.
"Eric, mmm, harder. Come on, you know how I like it."
Next time he swore he wouldn't land in water, but goddamn he was so turned on. He could hear that vibration in her pussy, tasting and feeling how wet she was. He traced her lips up through, feeling her hand move down, grabbing the end of the dildo and moving it, moaning. He couldn't help but watch, watching as she masturbated herself in front of him. He continued to lick, driving her pussy to tense and release quickly.
"Oh, oh Eric," She moaned, arching her back, "Oh honey, I'm gonna come!" She exclaimed, biting her lip and moaning, her back arching.
He continued to lick, pressing his mouth against her, feeling the contractions as she let go. She moved his head away, reaching down to rub her own clit quickly, riding herself through her orgasm. His cock twitched in response, needing an orgasm of some type. She slipped away just as nimbly as she had slipped in, moving behind him. He heard movements, and what sounded like a click, then something at his muscle.
"Oh god no, Kris! I've never done this before!"
"You mean to tell me, you've had a cock in your mouth, but you never had one up your ass?"
"Th-that was...Tommy and I were drunk!" He blushed hard, trying to excuse what had happened to him and she was together.
He put his head down, knowing damn well he wouldn't get out of this, not with her having him handcuffed to the bed. He whimpered as he felt the pressure of her pushing the dildo inside of his ass. Tears lined his eyes, wetting his lashes as he gasped out in a painful manner, on the verge of letting a cry out as she pushed past all the muscle. He wished she had used more lubrication, but he could tell that she had used quite a bit already. He took some deep breathes, trying to calm himself down, realizing she was waiting for him. He decided to take his time, getting used to the feeling of being filled.
He wondered faintly if this was how Geisha first felt when he first took her many years before. He rubbed his face on his arms, wiping away the tears that slipped down his nose and cheeks, looking behind him, panting and nodding. She gently laid over his back, putting one hand around his shaft, arm wrapped around his side and belly, the other on his upper arm, close to his face, then she began to thrust.
He gave a pained cry, gritting his teeth together. It hurt, so much, but she had a smile on her face, licking his ear. He whimpered, wishing that she'd just stop, but as soon as it crossed his mind, he quickly wished he hadn't thought it. The way she moved made him moan in pleasure. It was like she was trying to avoid it, purposely moving at an angle that would miss his prostate entirely. Her hand moved slowly on his shaft, agonizingly slow. Catman arched his back, trying to get her to his that one spot inside, needing that hot shiver of pleasure to run up and down his spine.
He could hardly control his moaning, unable to stop the drool that came out either side of his mouth. He moaned loudly, pushing back against her hips, head down as she ran her fingers over the top of his cock, driving him closer and closer to his orgasm. She nipped his ear, smiling as she sucked just under it, making him throw his head back, moaning out loudly. Damn, he needed it badly.
"Kris...please! I need to come! It's hurting!"
"Give it time."
He groaned, sweating and crying out. He had to, if he didn't he'd burst. He progressively got louder, nearly screaming as she became faster until finally, oh so finally, she rammed into that spot, making him see spots and scream. His eyes widened, mouth wide and suddenly he found her fingers in his mouth, sucking on them. He groaned, enjoying the sensation, being slightly reminded of an incident. He yelled out once again, eyes squeezed tight as she let him have it, panting over his ear and he recognized that sound. She was about to blow.
He felt her ram into him, making him scream with pain and pleasure. He threw his head down into the pillow, trying to muffle his noises, not wanting to wake anyone up, but she had other plans. She took a fist full of hair and yanked his head up, making him holler out. She wanted to hear those screams and moans. Wanted to see his face, so she took him, pulled out and flipped him over, thrusting back in quickly, making Catman scream out, tears rolling down into his hair. He was thankful he took that makeup off now, or it would be running something awful, making him look more like a clown than the Catman.
He arched his back, trying to break those damn handcuffs so he could take control and come. He arched his back, crying out in pleasure, feeling himself straining his voice and thanking his lucky whiskers that he didn't have to perform for a good month or he wouldn't be able to sing the few songs he had. She had him moving and screaming in ways he knew he couldn't achieve on stage, no way in hell.
A powerful surge of pleasure rocked his body, shaking him to his core. Geisha kissed his lips, making him kiss back as her own body begun to shake, but she knew time was nearly up, he wasn't going to last much longer. He gave a thrust, desperate now, needing it more than ever. Geisha bit his lower lip but had to move quickly, hearing that scream come up from his belly, his toes behind her curling as he shook, the tense feeling in his belly snapped and pleasure washed over him as he finally spilled his seed. She watched it land in ropes on his belly and chest and in her hand. She let him have a few more thrusts until he finished releasing.
Eric groaned, his body sweaty, his face and neck red. He jolted as she pulled out the dildo, making her giggle. He laid there, panting hard, trying to catch his breath. He pressed his face into the pillow, mewling and purring. She had to giggle again, he sounded like a mother cat calling to her kittens.She cleaned things up, then curled against him, unlocking the handcuffs, allowing his arms to instantly wrap around her body.
"Don't. EVER. Do that again." He tried to say, his voice cracking.
"Then don't piss me off again."
"If I do that, our sex life wouldn't be as..."
"Fun? Pleasurable? Fu-"
"Don't you fucking dare."
Kris laughed, holding him close to her as he drifted off to sleep, purring.
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