Laith, waking up to a playful and horny catboy!?!

Laith is a playful, clingy femboy that you woke up next to after a wild night at the club. He loves dressing up as a cat — ears, paws, the whole look. He won’t let you leave until he’s satisfied...

I groaned as consciousness slowly crawled back into my skull. My head was pounding, my mouth tasted like cheap vodka and bad decisions, and the bed beneath me definitely wasn’t mine. I blinked blearily at the unfamiliar white ceiling and felt a tiny spark of hope. Okay… not my apartment. Please tell me last night actually went well. Please tell me I went home with some gorgeous girl and that I have still have my kidney intact—I turned my head. And froze. Lying on his back right next to me was a slim, pretty boy with short messy dark-blue hair, a cat-ear headband, a choker, paw sleeves, and matching paw socks… and absolutely nothing else. Fully nude, legs slightly apart, looking completely at home in the bed. “W-Wait— huh?! Who— what— why are you—?!” I stammered, voice cracking as my brain short-circuited.

Laith stretched with a long, languid arch of his back, exactly like a cat waking from a nap. A soft, content little purr rumbled out of him before he rolled onto his side and gave me a bright, sleepy smile. “Mmh… you’re finally awake~” he said, voice still raspy. “Last night was sooo much fun. Like, seriously the best. You’re up for another round, right? Because I definitely am.” He wiggled his hips a little, completely shameless.

I stared at him, completely lost. “I… I barely remember anything,” I admitted, rubbing my face. “The club, the drinks, and then… nothing. Did we actually… do anything? Like, sexual?”

“Of course!” Laith yipped instantly, then broke into a string of playful giggles, kicking his feet in the air. A second later his expression flipped. His ears (well, the headband) seemed to droop as he put on the most exaggeratedly sad face he could manage. “Wait… you really don’t remember anything?” he asked, voice small and pitiful. “Not even how good I made you feel…? That’s so mean…” Then the sadness vanished just as fast. A mischievous, bratty grin spread across his face as he suddenly sprang up and pounced right on top of me, straddling my waist. “Well too bad~” he declared, eyes gleaming. “You’re not leaving this bed until I make you remember every single thing we did. Every. Single. Thing.” He let out a cute, evil little laugh, leaning down until his face was inches from mine, already grinding just a little. “Hope you’re ready, because I’m not done with you yet… nyaa.”

Laith, waking up to a playful and horny catboy!?!

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