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Traveling through space was always the dullest part of Kit's life. Compared to being on a game world or even just actively co-piloting this was akin to watching paint dry. Long stretches of travel were the worst, days, sometimes even weeks of waiting. She often passed time in her quarters, especially when she felt….hot.
Kit lay sprawled out on her bed, limbs splayed out and a thin layer of sweat forming on her fur. She had already stripped down hours prior, her yellow suit and bits of armor tossed aside. Black spandex undergarments were the only thing preserving her modesty. If someone came in without knocking it would be the minimum to keep her covered. However that was of little importance considering how she was feeling. She was burning up, all through her body a white hot need was making her restless.
“Damn it…” Kit grumbled in frustration as she fidgeted and stretched on her bed. No matter how she turned or laid, she felt warmth pooling in her lower belly. Her hand crept lower and she squeezed her thighs together, desperate for even some mild relief. It was troublesome and downright embarrassing how often this happened. Being a feline meant heat cycles and it meant being a raging bitch at best or a sweaty horny mess at worse; right now she was definitely worse.
Kit turned on her side, whining weakly as she clamped her legs shut. She hadn't so much as touched herself, yet she felt her under garments nearly soaked through with moisture. Her tail flicked behind her as she tugged at her waistband, it snapped back into place as she teased the idea of trying to release her frustrations.
There really weren't many courses of action when Kit ended up like this. It was hard to concentrate on anything; sleeping or even eating didn't seem as important as relief. She had only one thing on her mind and no matter what she did her body never ceased trying to influence her.
Kit's hand started to rub and press rhythmically on her stomach. An attempt at self soothing that bore little fruit. Her claws poked out and retracted each time she gripped her primordial pouch. The kneading motion made her purr softly. Still that deep need persisted, begging her to address it.
Clenching her teeth Kit gave in to the inevitable. She gripped the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down. The wet fabric clung to her fur and the garment rolled up as it moved past her knees. She shifted her legs about as she pulled one paw through before kicking them off across the room. They landed with an audible slap on the floor of her otherwise empty quarters. Her fully exposed bottom half burned with a furnace like heat; the touch of open air on her nether regions made her whimper with need.
Lying back Kit wiped her brow and panted softly. Taking off her shorts was hardly exerting, but her sky high core temperature made everything feel strenuous. Her head spun and her thoughts swam with images of past lovers. The quickening of her pulse made her yearn even more desperately for any sort of attention.
Kit mewled and writhed about in a mixture of frustration and helplessness. Changing positions did nothing to help her, all it did was bring about another wave of fantasies. Each way she laid was just a snapshot of how she'd wished she was being taken from that position. A growl of dissatisfaction rumbled in her throat coming out as a caterwaul as she buried her face into her pillow.
As Kit tried to vent her frustrations her rear raised itself up. The swaying of her hips mimicked her desires as she continued to complain. This dance of desperation continued as she bit down on the pillow. Her needle-like feline teeth pierced the fabric without any satisfying grip. It took every last bit of restraint to not tear into the pillow like the soft prey animal it felt like. Instead she began kneading once again her hands gripping and pressing the pillow as her hips swayed in tandem with the motion.
Kit licked her lips feeling a deep hunger inside of her. She sat back on her bed with her legs folded out beside her. She bounced a few times mewling at the lack of stimulation. She needed to do something, anything to quell the fire burning up inside of her. She grabbed the pillow once again and fluffed it aggressively before stuffing it between her legs. She couldn't stifle her moan at the soft contact, it made her shiver.
Kit slowly started to rock her hips, the light teasing of friction against her sex giving her a brief reprieve for her biological clock screaming at her. She really should get a toy or something to help her through her heat cycles. A fresh layer of sweat was building on her body yet again. With one hand pressed flat in front of her anchoring her movements she stripped off her sports bra with the other. It was tossed aside meeting a similar fate that her shorts did; half soaked and on the floor forgotten.
Kit's tail flicked and her hips bucked as she increased the speed of her needy humping. She panted and huffed as she rode her pillow as passionately as if it was her lover. The fabric was sopping wet as she felt herself climbing higher and higher. Her legs quivered and her paws curled as she bounced and thrusted.
Kit was drooling now, completely lost in ecstasy as she gave into the pleasure she desperately needed. She was already so close, this heat was making her incredibly sensitive. Whimpering she redoubled her efforts, her rushed humping now moving the entire bed.
A string of moaned curse words and mewls escaped Kit as she felt herself going over the edge. Her thighs clamped hard around the pillow and her lower half convulsed with satisfaction. She leaned forward letting her head rest flat on the mattress as she rode out her orgasm.
The relief that Kit felt from finishing was moderate at best. She'd been pent up for so long, this was just the start. Before she could even fully recover she was gyrating her hips ready to satisfy herself further. She groped her chest with both hands feeling the heft of her kaboodles. Her nipples were already hard; she leaned back on the pillow and began tweaking them urgently.
Kit could feel her temperature rising as she worked herself up further. Sweat was collecting throughout her fur, but she paid it no mind. One hand massaged her breast while the other she cupped the opposite one. She teased her erect nipple as her hips found their rhythm once again.
The cat was relentlessly humping her pillow, even more urgently than last time. S
Kit had finished with ease before, now she was only just starting to feel the pressure building inside her once again. Her lower belly burned and ached, she needed real satisfaction. Throwing her head back in frustration she cursed herself.
“Come on….”
Kit's tail swished as she pushed herself further. She was beginning to feel exhausted; still she persisted chasing the high her body was craving. Pure carnal desire moved her hips, the entire bed now shifting and shaking with the force of her movements. So close..
The effort was making Kit dizzy, all this while she was practically cooking with a low grade fever. Just a bit more, that was all she needed. She was shivering and shifting in anticipation. A low purr vibrated through her as she got closer. The pillow beneath her was soaked through with sweat and discharge. A heavy feminine odor permeated through her quarters. God dammit she was a mess, but at least she would be satisfied.
Kit couldn't take anymore, her nearly spent body convulsed and she clenched her jaw in ecstasy. Her release came over her in cooling waves that made her shiver; She collapsed on her side panting. The overused muscles in her legs twitched and her tail swayed as she let herself bask in the afterglow. Slowly her breath started to return to normal.
For a moment it was all clear, nothing clouding her mind or driving her actions. In her exhausted haze she felt able to think, to at least come to terms with the fact she'd need to bathe, probably eat something as well. Despite knowing that was true she stayed laying there doing neither of them. Her body, not just satisfied with practically commanding her to get off, was now tired. A nap was what she really wanted, everything else could wait. For now she could at least catch up on some much needed sleep. She could deal with her other problems later, no matter what they were.