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Little did she know that she was being stalked by a hunter. I had hungered for the taste of a hot-blooded woman who had been celibate, and I had found her diminutive in frame but big in spirit. I had changed my shape into the form of a cat and purposefully strayed into her yard. I knew that she only ate meat once a week, because I had rummaged through her garbage at nights. Zoe loved strawberries and kiwi along with anything rich in vitamin C. I licked my cat lips as I meowed loud enough for the young woman to notice.

For almost three hundred years, I had walked the streets of Europe, and I had found the blood of mixed breeds to be scintillating. I thought of my lineage and name, Lucas Culchard. I was strong and free back then, but not anymore. I reminisced about the heat and acidity that always coursed over my tongue as I sucked on my unwary victims. Saliva washed over my tiny tongue as I thought about the brown inner thighs of the woman who I had been stalking.

The creak of the hinge on her insect screen door meant my mission was halfway through. The moonlight bounced off my pupils and the red of my retina caught her by surprise.

"Oh my, you are pretty. I've never seen a cat with red eyes before. You must be starving," she said as she bent down to pick me up.

I purred and rubbed my soft furry body against her leg. Zoe giggled in delight.

"You're so soft," she said.

That excited me and I released a soft cry as if I was responding to her. Her soft palms cupped my stomach, and I was lifted in her arms. She held me tightly to her chest. I loved how she smelled. I could smell vanilla mixed with her own heady scent. I could hear the heavy pounding of her heart as it beat in her chest. It sped up as she snuggled me closer. It was obvious that she was excited about her discovery. Her hands had a faint scent of tuna fish and a musky smell of another feline. It must have been dinner time for the black cat that lived with her. I knew that I would have to play it very cool not to startle that black, ugly cat that slept in her bed. Nothing would spoil my plans for tonight and certainly not another cat that could see my true spirit.

Zoe's nipples were raised and pressed into my side as she carried me into the house. I liked the feel of her soft bosom and her almost milky, white cleavage reminded me of her thighs. I loved breasts, but the best place for me was the slightly rank, musty odour of the fleshy dumplings just south of the dark meat.

I loved the smell and taste of unwashed kitty that was a combination of sardine and herring. However, Zoe smelled like Irish soap, but that would not stop me from having my fill tonight. I sniffed the air. I realised that no other man had been in the house in a long while. Ruffles hissed and arched his back as he saw me in the arms of the woman who he called 'Mummy'. I was not surprised at his reaction. I ignored his protests. I purred louder and rubbed my head against Zoe's breast. Her nipple responded to my touch and I smiled inside.

Zoe placed me on the quartz counter, and it reflected my white and grey coat that made me look like sifted ashes. Smokey grey was my favourite colour. I watched as she climbed the stool to reach the tins of tuna and tipped on her toes. Her cheeks peaked out at the hem of her khaki shorts. Her flawless, spotless skin glowed and my member stiffened. She was a once in a life time woman down to the mole that was on her left ass cheek where it met her leg.

Zoe's love for cats was only matched by her love of lathering her body with Irish soap body wash. Her body caused a tingle in my body. The shape and texture of her breast felt imprinted in my memory as she gently put me on the floor. She poured milk into the small container beside the opened can of tuna. Her eyes watched me as my smoke-coloured fur fluffed and I wolfed down the fish.

"Oh my, you were starving, you poor thing. Well! you have somewhere to sleep tonight and food in the morning, Smokey," Zoe said and smiled as she stroked my fur.

Her hand touched my smooth coat lovingly. Her knees cricked as she stood up and glared at the other cat.

"Ruffles, I am going to shower, please behave yourself."

I could hear the cat hissing, as Zoe's slippers disappeared down the hall way and dim light that was escaping from a half-closed door.

That must be her bedroom I thought. From my vantage point outside earlier and the length of the passage, I calculated that was her opulent bedroom. The cool milk quenched my thirst and cleansed my palette. I looked around the kitchen that had white cupboards to the ceiling with red pulls and black baseboards. Nothing was out of place. Zoe was a neat freak. I strolled up the passage towards the beacon of light. I could hear the shower running and as my paws felt the cold marble tiles, my heart rate quickened in anticipation of what was behind the door or in the shower.

I could smell expensive perfumes and body oils as I slipped my head between the door and the timber jamb. Earth- toned colours on the wall were accentuated by the white, trim and ceiling mouldings. Zoe's bed was a king-sized one with posters and the red and white spread with huge pillows rested at the head. My pupils expanded to match the light from the scented candles.

The cast iron bath in the middle of her bathroom reminded me of the one I owned while I stayed in Paris. It was huge and white with feet that looked like cats paws. Her auburn-tinged hair was resting on the side of the tub with candles burning beside her head. Rose petals floated on the water as I leapt unto the thin coping. Even though the water had soap in it, I could still make out her rose-pink nipples as my eyes strayed south. A dark patch lay below the water against her pale skin. I felt my heart skip several beats.

"Hi Smokey," she said and rubbed my head. "You are so friendly for a stray cat," she said and smiled.

I leaned against her palm and suddenly lost my balance. I withheld my claws on purpose and allowed gravity to do the rest. Splash! The water mushroomed around my semi-plump body. Zoe yelped and laughed as my head popped to the surface. I felt her soft body beneath me and was tempted to shape shift, but I held my nerve. Not yet, I thought, not yet.

Zoe sat up in the water exposing her luscious bosom and I lusted. They glistened in the candlelight with the sheen of moisture as she clutched me close to her naked chest. I was in heaven for the first time. My wet whiskers were inches away from her nipples. I was so tempted to lick the beads of water.

My plan was working fantastically…maybe too well…this was torture.

A few minutes later

I was still being clutched tightly against her wet, naked body. Zoe was so concerned about me, that she stood before the vanity mirror drying my coat with a blow dryer despite the fact that her own body was dripping wet. She was even more spectacular than I thought when I looked at her nakedness in the mirror. Her small, pineapple breasts stood proudly with only a slight curve. Her jet, black, pubic hair was dripping wet and the droplets of water clung to her skin. There was a thin line that ran from her breasts to the centre of where I wanted to be…my paradise. Zoe had the outline of muscles on her stomach and her curves had been softened by time. I had my fill of hard-chiselled women and I yearned for her warmth and comfort.

She cradled me like a baby and placed me on the bed. I watched as she towelled her own body and slipped under the sheets. I was surprised that she slept naked under the satin sheets.

"I hope you don't mind my nakedness Smokey, but I don't need clothes, my skin needs to breathe."

I smiled as I snuggled against the Irish soap scented woman.

As she fell asleep, I heard soft whistling sounds from her nostril, I looked up and I saw a small, hooded structure rising up from the nest of black hair. With all my will power I tried to resist but I was just too weak. My small, rough tongue licked at it, her thighs shifted and soft moans left her throat. Texture gave way to soft smooth and delicate as black slowly turned to pink as her petals bloomed. Smokey's black fur gave way to tanned muscular flesh as I tasted the sweetness that was nestled between her thighs. I could feel her muscles tense and release the more I licked at the hooded mound of flesh. Her body writhed on the sheets the more I got to the centre of her tootsie pop.

My lean, muscular body hung off the king-sized bed as I licked the fruity flavours that Zoe had to offer. The sheet still covered her body and half of mine. I heard her mumble a few words as her hands clenched the sheets. Her hips moved up and down against my tongue as her once thin, kitty lips French kissed my sensuous lips. She shuddered and the bed vibrated. My mouth and lower face were awash with her sexual excitement. My manhood had unfurled, and I was dying to plant it deep inside the wet, warm vessel that was still vibrating on my tongue. The taste and aroma of strawberries and cashew milk aroused my libido.

Strangely, Zoe seemed to have been in a trance as I positioned my hard piston as her gate, and she welcomed it inch by inch with her mouth agape. Her breasts were full, and the crested peaks were red in the beam of moonlight that bathed her caramel body. In all my time, I had never felt a glove that tight or that hot that tried to massage my bulging phallus like a snake slithering and swallowing a pole. I was mesmerised by her natural beauty as her face glowed like the moon. Her breathing was short and raspy as she thrusted purposefully in unison to my thrusts. My fangs extended as I saw the bulge of the beautiful veins in her neck. Her entire body convulsed as she washed my member with her juices.

The power and vigour of thrust gave way to soft circular motion of her hips. My half-curved phallus touched her deeply as she whimpered and grimaced while she coaxed my own orgasm. The heat and fire within Zoe melted my restraint and I relented to her command. Time seemed to have stood still as my pent-up urges overflowed into the willing vessel as I felt her call my seed. My body felt like jelly as every muscle orgasmed at once. My fangs and my stern manhood slowly retracted as the sleep of death quickly gripped us.

I wanted to kiss her lips, but it was too late. As my eyes closed, I fell asleep atop the centre of my lustful desires. As the light of the sun crept through the curtains my eyelids fluttered open I had fur again and I was alone on the satin sheets. Shit something must be wrong with me. I screamed but all I heard was a meow.