Love's First Blush
***Wendell's castle***
Tiffany Mau, now queen of the 4th kingdom, sat distant in thought at the long dinning hall table opposite end of her husband King Wendell White, grandson of the late Snow White. As they ate their supper in silence, Wendell began to worry, usually by this time Tiff was yakking his ear off about the events of her day. He eagerly asked, "my dear, is something troubling you?" (Finally shattering the awful silence) At the sound of Wendell's voice, Tiffany came sailing back into reality, she hadn't even noticed her husband watching her.... a concerned expression on his face. "Of course not dear," she replied, as if on cue. But something was troubling the young queen...though she made no comment to her husband.
They had been married nearly three whole weeks and still had not consummated their blessed union. Tiffany knew the blame lay at her feet, Wendell had been more than willing on their wedding night, but she on the other paw.... had not been. Wendell assured her that he understood and that he could wait till she was ready...so they had left it at that.
Now as she stood up from the table she realized that she had kept him waiting long enough. He had been a good dog...he deserved a treat. She laughed at herself and her own 'catty' sense of humor. "Darling I am going to bed, will you be up soon?" "Soon my love," Wendell replied. As Tiffany climbed the winding staircase to her and Wendell's chamber, she thought to herself, "It has been long enough and time for me to cease this foolishness, tonight I become one with the man I love."
***Royal Chambers***
As Tiffany stood with her back to the bed brushing her dark mane, she smelt, with her keen feline nose, Wendell. He had made it up the staircase and was headed toward their chamber. Tiffany excitedly jumped into the large 'king' sized bed she shared with Wendell, and pulled the covers close. She heard him enter, trying to be silent as possible should his fair queen already be asleep. "He is so thoughtful of me," she silently proclaimed to herself. She heard him undress...he through his princely garments onto a nearby chair, then climbed into bed wearing only his silk boxer shorts with the little crowned W's printed on them...they were his favorite she knew. As he bent over to blow out the single candle that lit the room, Tiffany asked him," Wendell, can we talk?" "Oh God Tiff, you scarred me senseless.. I thought you were asleep... sure what's on your mind?" Actually... 'talking' was the last thing Tiffany wanted to do. She edged closer to her husband and as Wendell turned to face her, the first thing he noticed was her eyes...they had become nothing but slits with such a florescent greenish-yellow tint they almost appeared to be glowing. The second thing he noticed was she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing underneath the covers.... and her tail was seductively tickling his thigh causing him to become very aroused. "Darling," she purred, innocently playing with the blonde ringlets spanning the width of his chest, " I tire of being a girl..... Make me a woman." Wendell was completely shocked, and totally speechless when her hand left his chest and slowly slid down into his boxers, tenderly stroking the full length of him, (causing Wendell to nearly fly off the bed.) Lifting up her head, Tiffany pressed a kiss on the aureole of one male breast and Wendell's sharp intake of breath rewarded her.
Wendell began to wonder what had brought this on, but decided not to ask questions...he had lusted for and desired her since the first time they had kissed.... Hell, since the first time he had seen her. Already ready, Wendell rolled onto his back taking Tiffany with him. His hands framed her beautiful face; His blue eyes starred into her shinning green ones. "Are you sure?" he asked. Shivers pulsed her spine as she nodded her head, "Yes."
He pulled her face to his and his kiss was mind numbing... the chill night air caressed her bare flesh only to be chased away by the warm touch of his hands. They moved down her back to her slender waist then back up to her shoulders. Wendell shifted Tiffany forward on his chest taking both of her breasts in his hands and massaged them gently, sending tiny bolts of lightening shooting through her. It was Tiffany's turn to be shocked when he replaced his hands with his mouth. Her back arched and she gasped while her cat claws sheathed in and out into his chest.... he could hear purring coming from the back of her throat. Wendell's hands left her waist and moved to were her hips rested against his loins, her legs bent on either side of him, and lifted her so she hovered just inches above him. Her moans of pleasure blended with his deeper ones as his hands left her and she felt him remove his boxers. His flesh, turgid and demanding, pressed into her as he lifted her on him. "Oh my God," he moaned, thrusting upward, his eyes opened wide. Tiffany cried out as pain followed quickly by fullness, stole her breath away. What breath she regained...came in swift shallow gasps as he moved into her. Her eyes were flung open in shock and she couldn't help but glance down at Wendell. His body arched up from the satin sheets on the feather bed, his muscles straining as he began to move. All good reason fled from the two lovers.... There was no turning back. "You feel sooo good," Wendell gasped as he let out another moan. "Ahhhhh," tiny explosions coursed through Tiffany's body. Her claws dug into his chest as Wendell's fingers hooked her bottom and moved her to his rhythm. As he coiled beneath her, Tiffany jumped the final fence in their pasture of passion. Barely able to breath, she rode the wave of Wendell's release. His body thrashed and strained as he strove for the peak before stiffening in the final ecstasy.
It had ended.
They both lay exhausted in the tangled sheets, marveling at the pleasure they had found together. As dawn seeped over the Seven Hills and into the castle, they fell asleep in each other's arms
The End.