Rakshasa Girlfriend: Manette 2 (complete)

    The port of Culuweth isn’t too far away now. I knew the trip wouldn’t be as long as most but it had somehow felt like an eternity and too quick all at the same time. For a while now, Manette and I have been playing a cautious game of cat and mouse. It has made time onboard move differently than it ever did on land. 

    Now I do not say ‘cat and mouse’ for the fact Captain Manette is a leopard Rakshasa. I say it for what it actually is. We’ve both copped to the fact that we have a mutual attraction to one another, but beyond that nothing has happened. We have both been waiting for the other to say something or take that extra step closer. But either through stubbornness or fear, neither one of us has come forward. 

    I enjoy her company, I have found a good friend with Captain Manette. Even if at times I do find myself tongue-tied around her, she’s easy to talk to. Her tough facade isn’t really faked, she’s tough as nails and strong to the core. She is sweet though and there is a softness to her she only shows to those she feels close to. 

    Ever since that night I ended up cuddling her while I slept, I’ve been a bit shy in taking up her offer on sharing her bed. I’ve been using a hot water bottle lately to keep my bed toasty. Considering how tiny my room is, she often lets he use her quarters. Whenever I don’t have duties I’m usually in her room writing down detail reports for Mythri and going over the ledger she gave me.

    One day while writing I was getting frustrated with my hair. A single lock was forbidding to behave and cooperate with the rest of my hair. It kept flopping in my face, falling out of place, tickling my ear, and generally causing a massive annoyance.

    In my frustration I took down my hair and unbraided it. I took a brush to it to punish the one offending lock. I knew I was wasting my time and quite possibly procrastinating getting this one report done but I was annoyed.

    I was combing my hair, wondering if I should get it trimmed too. It is long and golden and nearly reaches the bottom of my back. I had always kept it quite long but recently I had let my upkeep of it slide. I always braided and put it in a bun, so I hadn’t done the necessary trimming. 

    I grunt in frustration, feeling like the whole thing was hopeless now that one lock had seemed to ruin the whole thing. As I was staring at myself with a grumped and wrinkled expression in the mirror Manette walked into the room.

    “Oh, there you are.” She’s busy looking down at a map. “I need to talk to you. I’m looking over this chartered course and I was noticing-” She lifts her head and when she sees me she goes quiet.

    “What?” I ask and turn around to look at her better. “Is something wrong?”

    Manette shakes her head. “I uh uh-no.” She clears her throat and looks down at the map then back up at me. “Your hair.” She points at me.

    “Oh,” I turn back to the vanity, “yeah. It was annoying me so I took it down.” I brush my hair all over to one shoulder. “I was getting ready to put it back up in a braid.”

    “May I?” 

    I flinch and my cheeks prickle with heat. I glance to Manette’s reflection in the mirror then turn back around to her. “Excuse me?”

    Manette comes forward and pulls up a stool. She sits down behind me and scoops all of my hair into her hand. “I can braid it for you if you’d like?”

    I fidget in my seat, trying to push down the massive smile that was threatening to spread. “Sure,” I say with a quick nod. “That’d be nice.”

    “I haven’t done this in ages so give me a few tries,” Manette chuckles as she combs her claws through my hair.

    Her sharp claws drag along my scalp and the back of neck. The sensation makes me tingle and shiver all over. I pinch my thighs together as the feeling grows. Manette starts moving my hair about, twisting it this way and that as she lays the braid. She growls under her breath and combs my hair out again. The drag of her claws down my skin lets a small noise escape from my throat.

    “What was that?” Manette asks.

    “Nothing!” My voice cracks as I try to cover. I had moaned and I was kicking myself internally over it.

    Manette continues braiding, this time succeeding to a degree as she doesn’t brush it out again. 

    “You really do have beautiful hair,” Manette purrs.

    “Really?” I turn to look back but Manette pushes my cheek.

    “Keep your head forward, you messed me up!” She laughs and she combs out my hair again.

    “Sorry,” I giggle, but not really. I loved how it felt when he claws reached the nape of my neck. 

    “It’s ok. I get a linger a bit.” She starts to braid again. “But yes, your hair is so soft and nice. I bet the rest of you is too.”

    I sputter and laugh. “Oh come on!” I smile to myself as my face burns. “So why did you really come in here? You were talking about the course?”

    “Just going over some things I wanted to make sure I ran them by you for your reports.” Manette replies. “There’s a storm coming so we may have to change direction to avoid the worst of it. But that’s just a precautionary thing.”

    “Thank you.” I say with a nod. “That’s good to know.”

    Manette ties the end of the braid. “All done. Finally.” She lays the braid over my shoulder and as she leans in close she kisses my neck.

    I bite my lip hard and close my eyes tight. “Hey.”

    Manette captures my chin in her hand and kisses my neck again. “It looked so good, I helped myself.” She pulls me back against her chest, kissing and biting my neck. She lifts my chin, exposing more flesh to her hungry exploring. 

    I’m now sitting in her lap with my hands on her thighs. Her warm mouth bites my neck and shoulder, she kisses the sensitive skin as purrs rise from her throat. She moans softly into my ear and lets he drop my chin. She looks up us in the mirror and she nuzzles to my neck. 

    “Did you enjoy that?” She nips my earlobe.

    I can’t talk at all. My mind is like scrambled eggs, soft, squishy, and incapable of thought. I nod slowly, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

    “Good,” Manette purrs. “You looked like you were needing it.” She kisses my neck again. Then rubs her paw down my chest. “If you want me to stop all you have to do is say so.”

    I lean further back against her chest and shake my head. “Why would I ask you to stop?” I massage her thighs with my palms, kneading my fingers in. She was hard muscle but she relaxed at my tough.

    Manette slowly unbuttons my blouse, watching her fingers in the mirror. “Go lay on the bed then,” she kisses my cheek. “I’ll give you a massage.”

    I glance back at her. “Is that what it’s called?”

    She smirks at me. “It’s still too early for me to properly make you moan. I’m just going to massage these thigh shoulders of yours.” She tugs down my blouse, kissing my shoulders and exposed back. Her paws grope my breasts through my corset. 

    “Manette,” I moan softly.

    She bites the nape of my neck and my lashes flutter. “Don’t you dare say my name like that unless I can do something about it,” she chuckles in my ear. 

    I stand up, a look wobbly at first. I drop my blouse over the back of a chair and then go lay stomach down on the bed like she asked. She sits down beside me and grabs my shoulders, kneading them and digging her strong fingers into my aching muscles.

    “How does that feel?” She asks.

    “It hurts!” I whine.

    “Good,” Manette smirks. “That means it’s working.” She rubs down my back a bit too, whatever my corset doesn’t cover. “Isn’t this uncomfortable?” She asks as she tugs on the laces of the corset.

    “A little, but I’m used to it.” I wiggle in place, wondering if she had the inkling to take it off me.

    “You know there is no need to wear them out here,” she says. “But I suppose with a heavy endowment like yours some support is needed.” Manette dips down, kissing my neck again. I roll over, capturing her face and meeting her kiss.

    Manette cups my cheek, meeting my kiss and sighing softly. “This is exactly why I asked for a man,” she scoffs. “This problem right here.” She presses a fingertip to my lips. “These sweet little things.”

    I kiss her fingertip and she soon replaces it by her lips. She then snarls and wrenches back. “Damn you!” She growls and sits up. “I have work to do you know?”

    “You started it,” I swoon as I sit up. “Don’t blame me.”

    Manette’s lip curls over her sharp teeth. “You smelled so good.” She leans back in, burying her cold nose to my neck. “I wanted to stop but-” she licks me and I grab her shoulders.

    “That’s my weak spot,” I shiver.

    “Mm,” she moans and bites me gently again. “Good to know.” She pulls away. Manette picks up my shirt and hands it to me. “You won’t put this in the report will you?”

    “Depends,” I smile. 

    Manette scoffs. “Get back to work than before I report you.” She stands and leaves her quarters and I squeal and fall back down on the bed.

    I’ve not felt this good or excited in ages. The moment could have gone anywhere and part of me had hoped it would have gone farther. I had that sweet, dull ache between my thighs and I could feel the dampness there cooling. Manette’s touch and kiss had all been just right and my fires were beyond stoked. If I touched anything wooden I would set it on fire that very moment!

    After calming down and finishing my reports, I went out on deck. To my shock I saw that the horizon was very dark. The clouds were gathering and in the distance I could see the lightning crashing over the sea. Manette and the crew had already started diverting course, but we would still get hit by some of the storm. We would get the rains and wind, but for the most part we would be safe from anything too terrible.

    “I want you to stay in my quarters tonight,” Manette tells me. “Stay there and don’t leave. If I see even a vision of you running on deck I’ll give you a good, hard spanking.”

    I stare at her with my jaw slightly dropped open. “Oh. Okay,” I gasp.

    Manette kisses my cheek. “I do it for your safety.” She purrs. “But don’t get your hopes up. I may be outside all night taking care of the ship. Too many lives on board for me to get lazy after all.”

    “Just be safe,” I plead with her.

    Manette smirks at me. “Will you take care of me when I finally come back?”

    “Of course I will,” I say with a nod.

    Manette kisses me, pressing my back to the wall. As she does, thunder rumbles low and rain starts to splatter on the deck. 

    “Go on now.” She pushes me. “Go to my room and get comfortable. The night is going to be long.” She returns to her crew as I go back off to her cabin.

    The storm comes on fast, lightning and thunder crash all around the ship. It sways and dips but soon the winds pass and all that’s left is the unrelenting rain. It hammers down hard even as the lightning passes.

    It is well past midnight when Manette comes stalking into the room. She’s so wet that her clothes look more like awful skin on her. She kicks away her boots which spill puddles on the floor. 

    “I’m fucking freezing!” She spits.

    “Are you ok?” I bounce out of bed and rush over to her. I reach up to help her remove her clothes and she grabs me up, soaking me as she kisses me. “You’re so cold! Let me go!” I struggle against her.

    She then released me and she manages to peel away her freezing clothes. “Get in bed. Now!” She puffs. 

    I quickly crawl back into bed, holding the comforter up as she crawls in bare and still wet. Her beautiful fur is all limp and damp. Her teeth chatter and she wraps me up in her arms.

    “Is everything ok?” I ask as I hold her.

    “It’s fine,” she huffs. “Just cold and wet. I hate wet.”

    I giggle. “Then why choose to be a ship captain?”

    She bites my fingers and snarls at me. “You be quiet.” She nuzzles to the top of my head and sighs. “You’ve no right to be this warm.” Her paws rub up and down my back then slowly move down. She gropes my rear and I squeak.

    “You’re so cute,” Manette giggles. “The way you squeak like that.” She kneads more, digging her strong fingers into me.

    “You should rest.” I press my hands against her chest and forced her to lay back. “You’re probably exhausted from everything. Get some sleep.”

    Manette pouts and she sticks her tongue out at me. “I am the Captain here. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

    I kiss her and tuck the blanket up around her. “I care about you. So I will.”

    She huffs and lays back, letting me curl and snuggle up to her bare chest. “Fine,” she grunts in defeat under her breath. 

    We lay in silence for a moment as the rain beats down on the ship. The ocean shifts and crashes as the storm burbles off into the distance . I snuggle to her chest, finding her fur there to be exceptionally soft. 

    “It’s been a long time,” Manette murmurs.

    I lift my head and look at her. “A long time since what?”

    She takes in a deep breath and closes her eyes. “Since this.” She rubs my back as I ease back down into bed with her. “Sharing my bed with someone who didn’t terrify me.”

    I pet my hand down her side. “Oh.”

    She squeezes her arm around me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get somber.”

    “You don’t have to apologize.” I sit up and smile down at her. “I’m here if you want to talk. Nothing else to do right now.”

    Her ears perk up and she smirks. “Oh, there is plenty more we can do,” She pulls me down, kissing me. She pulls me into the bed with her, her kisses growing more and more heated.

    “Wait!” I gasp as she hikes up my nightgown. “You need to be resting!”

    “How can I rest?” She moans as she stares at me. She pets down my chest and rubs my thighs. “You expect me to sleep when this beautiful body is right next to me?” She removes my clothes from over my head.

    My cheeks are burning and the heat is growing between my thighs. “Manette,” I mewl as I pinch my thighs together.

    She rubs her paws down my sides. “You’re so beautiful Evie,” she whispers. “All I’ve wanted to do lately is just this.” She dips down, kissing my neck and chest. “I’ve wanted to touch you so much. I’ve held back no matter how much it hurt.” Manette’s kisses trail down my ribs and I hold back a pleasured cry as I try to remain quiet.

    “I’ve wanted to thank you for making me feel so good again.” She nuzzles to my thigh and purrs. “I’ve often dreamed how good your thighs would feel. They’re perfect.” She kisses and nibbles on them. “You’re perfect.”

    My cheeks burn and I can’t deny how much I am loving her words and praise. I moan and fidget, trying to get some friction between my thighs where it aches.

    “Tell me to stop anytime,” Manette purrs. She kisses my belly and rubs her face against it. “Until then I’m just going to keep enjoying every inch of you.”

    “Every inch?” 

    Manette looks up at me with a slack expression at first and then she grins brightly. “Every inch I can get my hands on.”

    “Where are you having trouble reaching?”

    Her eyes light up in the dim light and her ears stick straight up. “Oh my.” Her purrs are growing louder. “Not sure.” She lays beside me and moves so my back is against her chest. She kisses my neck like before, making small pleasured sounds into my ear. Her warm paw pets down my chest moving slowly. She rubs my thigh before slipping her fingers between them. I gasp softly as her fingers rub against my slit.

    “You’re so warm here,” Manette moans. “My fingers are still so cold.” She rubs her fingers more against me and drags her teeth down to my shoulder. 

    I gasp and shiver, clamping around her wrist. Manette giggles and pushes so her fingers push inside, finding my lips and more heat.

    “You’re so wet already.” Manette’s fingers rub me there. She finds my clit and slowly rubs the pad of her fingers around it. “All because of me.”

    I whimper and turn my head.

“No need to be quiet,” she whispers. “The rain will drown out your sounds.” She turns my head back and kisses me. “I want to hear more of your voice.”

“Manette,” I roll my hips. 

We kiss again and she sucks on my tongue. Her slow moving fingers are slowly driving me crazy. I’ve been frustrated since this afternoon, I’m ready to pop at any minute. She probably knows this and is taking her time.

Manette sighs and pulls her hand away. I grunt in frustration and I see a smile spread on her face. “Not to worry.” She kisses me. “I’m going to make you feel so much better. Stay here and be good for me.” She rises from the bed and goes to her chest.

I sit up, watching as she takes out a small box. From inside she takes a strange oblong object. She comes back to the bed and sits before me to show me what she has. “I got this a long time ago and never got to use it.” She places it in my hands and it’s quite heavy. It’s a phallic toy made from rose quartz. 

I gulp as I look at it. “You want to uhm...what do you uhm...what with it?” I ask and fidget excitedly.

Manette smirks. “I was going to see what you’d like.” She shows me the shape of it, how it curves at one end. “We can use it together.”

My cheeks burn hot and I nod my head slowly. “Ok.”

“Ok?” Manette kisses me. Her hand slips under me and finds me dripping wet. “Just ok?”

I moan and shiver. She rubs her fingertips to my clit before slowly dipping them further inside. “I mean-” I whimper.

Manette chuckles. “You’re the most adorable creature I’ve ever seen, Evie.” She kisses me as her fingers slip inside. “I need more than just ok from you.” She eases me down onto the bed. “I need an empathic and glorious yes.”

I swallow my heart back into my chest and nod.

“Louder,” she purrs.

“Ye-yes,” I gasp. “Please!”

“Mm,” she moves into place. Her lashes flutter as she moves the curved end inside herself. “I like the please. Especially from your lips.” She rubs her thumb against my lips. “Be good and say it again.”

“Please?” I mewl. “I want it.”

She kisses me and moves between my thighs. I feel the rod of rose quartz rub against me and I shiver. I’ve been with both men and women, but I’ve never felt this rush of excitement as I do with Manette.

“I can feel you through the quartz,” Manette moans. “So hot and wet.” She licks my lips and starts moving her hips. “Do you want me inside you?”

I squeak and hitch my leg around her waist. “Please.”

Manette grins and sits up. She looks down at me as she slowly rubs the tip of the rose quartz to my folds. She licks her thumb and rubs it to my clit. I try to keep my eyes focused on her, but it’s getting hard the more she touches me.

Manette pushes a little and the rose quartz eases inside. I throw my head back, grunting as she makes her way in. The rose quartz doesn’t feel cold like I thought it would. It feels warm with a current flowing through it. I look back up at Manette to see her hazy and lustful expression. She grits her sharp teeth and pushes in deep. I let out a short cry and reach up to grab her. I claw my fingers down her chest and she snarls low in her throat.

    Inside she grinds the quartz slowly. She pushes it in real deep and rolls her hips so it moves inside me, rubbing in spots I had no idea felt so good. The rose quartz really did feel like an extension of Manette’s amazing body. My lashes flutter when she pulls out, rubbing the now molten rose quartz against me before pushing back inside.

    She does this over and over all the while her thumb rubs to my clit. She then starts to go faster, pushing deeper and harder. My back arches off the bed and my fingers dig into her strong arms. My voice lets out in a wild cry and my eyes roll back into my head. 

Manette snarls and ruts, her hips going harder. “I’m cumming-”

    “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don't-” my voice cuts off before I can finish, but I completely finish. My legs spasm and I can’t feel anything below my waist. My voice cracks and croaks as I try to make a sound, but nothing happens. I fall onto the bed, legs lip and my vision completely blurry.

    “Good girl,” Manette purrs as she slowly pulls out. She lowers down between my thighs and a powerful spike surges through my body. My leg kicks as he rough, hot tongue laps up my slit. It pushes inside and I let out another loud, pleasured cry. I’m sensitive and ever lick she gives is another wave of pleasure. 

    Manette giggles, sitting up and she licks her chops. “You did such a good job.” She lays back up beside me as I try to see straight. 

    “You?” I pant as I turn to look in her direction.

    “I’m wonderful,” she purrs. “If you want to thank me do it in the morning.”

    I kiss her as our legs tangle together. I can feel her molten slit on my knee and she trembles each time I touch it. She must be more sensitive than me. 

    I wrap my arms around her and press our bare bodies together. I knew I was falling for her before, but now in this stolen moment I know I’ve fallen hard for her. She coils her tail around me and nuzzles her head against my chest. Her paws knead at my breasts, I'm not even sure she's aware of it.

    “I never want this night to end,” she murmurs. “Stop the sun from rising.”

    I giggle and kiss the top of her head. “No stopping what has already begun.”