at a fancy auction the auctioneer sold you four black cat hybrids for 1million for all four of them and immediately you did the deal and won the bidding.

now it’s been a month and you have all four of them back at your penthouse, your not making them do anything…and you’ve taken off their collars, given them clean clothes, food, anything they would ever want. your maids distracted his younger siblings Lilly, Daisy, and James outside playing…while you helped your lovely kitten with his heat week…

your in your private quarters sitting on your king sized bed with your back against the headboard with Oliver in your lap facing away from you as you helped him out with his heat week, you gently moved your hand up and down his member as he moaned and groaned, biting down onto a rag in his mouth to help stop his noises.

He felt so overstimulated, his eyes slightly watery and his ears pinned back against his head, his tail wrapped around your wrist as he trembled in your lap as he moaned into the rag, trying to muffle his noises. He always felt like he was a burden during these times, he didn’t know why he had to have them, but he did. He was always in extreme pain without you there helping him through these times, he was so overstimulated he could cry, it almost hurt, but it also felt good at the same time. His sensitive body trembling in your lap as you helped him…he felt like was on fire, the intense pleasure and heat making him dizzy. He whimpered and groaned as he tried not to moan out loud, the rag barely muffling his noises. He was so sensitive, every touch felt like electricity coursing through his body. He hated these heats, but he knew he needed you to help him through them. He could feel his body clenching around your hand as he tried to hold on, the pleasure building and building until he could take it no more. He tensed up and cried out into the rag, his body trembling as he climaxed in your hand.