The Deed
Nix was moping. No, not moping. It was more like she was in mourning. She was lethargic and ate only enough to sustain herself. The cat didn’t even try entering his bedroom. The finicky feline didn’t do any of the infuriating things that drove JC crazy. She had become merely a regular pet cat.
At first, he told himself it didn’t matter, that her being a simple cat was fine with him. After a week, he found himself missing the affection Nix had always lavished upon him. She no longer met him at the door with anxious pleasure. He was left along in his bedroom, his studio, his life.
What was more he missed the woman of his dreams, the woman Nix supposedly was. She no longer came to him... She had disappeared.
Finally he had enough.
“Okay,” JC said to the cat stretched out on the chair across from him, studiously ignoring him. “Say I believe all this. How in the hell do I have sex with a cat?”
Nix continued to ignore him.
“I mean there is a size difference – and anatomical difference. I’d rip your insides to pieces.”
Nix sat and looked at him as if trying to decide if he was chatting or actually contemplating her dilemma.
“Well?” he prompted.
She merely blinked at him.
“I love you, Nix,” he confessed. “I want you to be with me all the time.”
The cat leaped from the chair to the coffee table to his lap. She rubbed her face against his jaw, purring happily.
“Hold on, beautiful. How can we do this?” He could scarcely believe he was contemplating having sex with a cat. But he had told her the truth – he did love her. And people did all sorts of strange stuff in the name of love – even cross-species sex... Right?...
She wished she could communicate with him outside a dream, Nix thought, frustrated. All he needed to do was touch her as a lover would and she would cease to be a cat under his hands. Her cat form was more of an illusion for the non-believer. Once treated as a human female, she would become fully human once more. But all this needed to be done when he was awake. It had to be a deliberate, conscious act on his part.
“I guess the first step is getting comfortable and naked, huh?” he sighed.
With Nix cradled in his arms, he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He could have sworn he held a slender female and the nuzzles against his neck felt like soft, moist human lips.
Yes! JC believed. Soon she would be in his arms loving him as a woman loved her mate and be a part of his waking hours.
Setting her on the bed, JC shed his clothes. Nix came over to the edge of the bed and licked his manhood. Glancing down, he caught a quick flash of a woman on her knees before him. “That Kallikrates guy was one lucky fucker.” He was getting hard just with those light touches.
Once he joined her on the bed, he propped up on one elbow as she stretches out on her back.
‘Seduce me...’
Tentatively, he drew his fingers along the cat’s angular face... another flicker of a woman’s visage. He was feeling smooth flesh although he saw black fur. Trailing his hand lower, satiny skin and the swell of firm breasts were beneath his touch. He tenderly rolled and plucked at the nipples.
Nix moaned softly, though it came out as a plaintive meow.
“You like that baby?” Lowering his head, he aimed his mouth at the tiny studs of the cat’s nipples though he suckled the breasts of a woman.
Nix arched her back and purred loudly.
As he nibbled and licked at her breasts his fingers reached between her legs to find the mound of her womanhood, her opening already wet and swollen, beckoning him. “Sweet,” he murmured as his mouth sought and found her pleasure center. “You’re so responsive, beautiful...”
Nix squirmed beneath his talented mouth, truly enjoying the touch of a man for the first time since Kallikrates.
Kneeling, JC lifted the cat, not wanting to crush her beneath his weight. Firmly planting a hand on either of her flanks, he probed between her legs until he found the wet heat he sought and pushed into her.
Nix yowled as he breeched her tight opening with one sure thrust. He was so big and hard and delicious...
JC blinked at the miracle that appeared before him. The feline form shuddered then shimmered into the for of a woman, the woman of his dreams. Flexing his hips, he found the vision of the woman solidified. “Nix!” he cried out happily.
The woman wrapped her arms around his neck, joyously covering his face with happy kisses. “Beloved!”
It was the first time he could kiss her mouth-to-mouth and he drank her in. Their tongues tangled and teased until they were forced to pull apart breathlessly.
“You’ll stay?” he demanded, panting.
“Once you finish the act.”
“Oh, I’m gonna finish ‘the act’,” he assured her. “Probably a couple million times.” He lay her back, still locked within her.
“That sounds wonderful, JC.” She touched his face with a sort of awe. Despite looking much like Kallikrates had, the only other trait he shared with her warrior lover was the fact they had both chosen to love her in spite of Aphrodite’s curse.
“You’re thinking of him,” JC guessed.
“No, I am thinking of you,” she promised.
They made love then – several times until they fell into a sated sleep in each other’s arms.