Part Two
Kiss Me, Caitlin II
Giles is still fascinated by the feisty but beautiful Caitlin, but she’s out of his league. Having befriended her cat however, he has a plan
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There had been a commotion in the village when Caitlin’s most recent suitor had arrived to pay court. With him, he’d brought an entourage of servants carrying bolts of cloth and leading two goats. The livestock had wandered chaotically around, eating vegetables and crops grown by the villagers, while the rich merchant had tried unsuccessfully to woo Caitlin.
Giles had broken away from his chores in time to observe Caitlin’s total disgust at the arrogance of her visitor. He heard raised voices, mainly hers, before the door slammed. The merchant left, stumbling into the goats as he hastened to distance himself from the scene of his humiliation. He and his servants turned tail, leaving a rustic crowd laughing and jeering at the spectacle.
Although his heart lifted that the merchant had struck out, Giles’ nerves increased. His usual easy manner and courage faltered at the prospect of knocking on her door. How would he talk to Caitlin? Neither flattery nor boasting would win her heart. He felt he needed something which gave them a connection. It was then that he spied her cat, en route to a hunting expedition.
“Hey Puss!” he coaxed, trying to lure it closer. The cat twitched her tail angrily, blinking her green eyes.
Giles judged that today she was in no mood for a fuss and let her pass.
Later that evening he strolled round the village smoking a pipe of sweet herbs, passing Caitlin’s home, as he often did. Drawing as close as he dared, he once again heard moans and laboured breathing from within. The tingle in his member was instant, as was the pricking up of hairs on the back of his neck. It was such a primal noise that it spoke directly to his loins causing a thrum of lust and excitement. He felt sure that he could bring Caitlin satisfaction, make her mewl and purr with pleasure just as she was doing now. He resolved to make his move soon, but for now he must deal with the turgid swelling in his breeks. Giles headed into the woods for some privacy.
The next day he hatched a plan, so he carried out his chores for the blacksmith while looking out frequently for Caitlin’s cat to pass. He’d secreted a piece of meat in his pocket with the purpose of drawing her closer. When she finally strolled near, head and tail held high, he chirped at her with pursed lips and proffered the meat.
No longer was she suspicious of Giles’ motives but, like all cats, approaching needed to seem like her idea. He rubbed between her ears and under her chin, ’til she purred, grazing her cheek against him for more. Giles had a cut on his finger which he opened up, squeezing until droplets of blood bloomed from the fissure. Distracting the cat by feeding her the morsel of meat from his pocket, he surreptitiously wiped bright streaks of his blood on her hind leg.
Giles scooped up the relaxed cat; who draped herself bonelessly in his arms. He carried her briskly to Caitlin’s house, mounting the steps to rap on her door. Heart pounding, he waited for an answer. When nobody came to answer, Giles called again.
“Mistress Caitlin, I have your injured cat here. Are you home?”
Pushing against the door, it swung open, so Giles tentatively stepped inside. Calling again he lowered the cat gently to the floor.
“Where’s the lady of the house Puss?” he puzzled, scanning the interior.
The cat scampered away and sprang onto the table. From that vantage point she fixed him speculatively with her green eyes.
Giles took in his surroundings. The kitchen was neat and tidy. Rows of shelves were crowded with jars and bottles. Bunches of herbs hung from the ceiling, which fragranced the room. A large cooking pot hung over the fire.
“Mistress Caitlin?” he called again, ducking to avoid a low beam.
“Did I invite you in?” came a female voice behind him.
Startled, Giles whirled round to see Caitlin in all her voluptuous glory, leaning against the table. With hands on her wide hips she cocked one eyebrow inquisitively. She was beautiful, perhaps more so when she was angry.
“Your cat …” he gestured to where he’d seen it last, “had an injured hind leg, I carried her home.”
“Injured was she?” She stood and walked towards him.
Giles felt the pulse drum in his veins. He was close to Caitlin. After admiring her for so long it was both exhilarating and terrifying. He nodded.
“Yes, she was bleeding, I can show you.”
He looked around for the tortoiseshell cat, bending low to search under the table or chairs. He caught a glimpse of Caitlin’s stockinged legs, clad in bands of amber and brown. Legs which had become the object of many of his recent fantasies.
“Oh I think she’ll be alright.” Caitlin laid a hand on his arm. “Did she scratch you? She doesn’t like strangers.”
“Oh we’re not strangers.” Giles searched Caitlin’s face for traces of anger but found none. “Puss and I have become friends.”
“Is that so?” Looking amused, Caitlin stepped closer, invading his personal space. Her full skirts brushed against his breeches and he felt his cock stirring.
“That’s right,” he held her gaze to emphasise his sincerity. That’s when he noticed her long-lashed green eyes. “She lets me tickle her tummy.”
His stare roamed her full apricot lips before resting on the pillowy mounds of her breasts. Caitlin seemed to preen. She was so different in temperament from what he’d expected, making a lie of everything negative he’d heard about her sour, scolding ways.
Standing as close as they were, Giles became alert to each breath causing her chest to rise and fall. Warmth emanated from her as did the faint musk of her arousal, making his cock throb almost painfully in the confines of his clothes.
“What’s your name?” Caitlin’s voice was a husky purr and her hand weighed heavy on his arm.
“Giles,” he replied.
Was he dreaming? Picking up his hand she began rubbing her cheek against it. Her skin was pale like snowdrops and so smooth. He longed to touch her but was ashamed of his work coarsened hands.
“Is this how you won my cat’s affection?” she smiled up at him.
Giles blushed, unwilling to admit that he’d also used bribes. Caitlin seemed amused by his discomfort.
“Would you like to see where my cat sleeps?”
Giles seemed to have lost the power of speech, but she guided him to a door which she swung open. It revealed a large bed with a wooden headboard dressed with quilts and soft blankets. Giles was puzzled.
“She sleeps with you?” he questioned.
Caitlin began to unlace the front of her bodice, with a secret smile. She sank into the downy depths of the bed then hitched up her skirts beguilingly. Firstly she revealed her stockings, then glorious pale upper thighs, and finally the bright red-gold curls which framed her bush.
“She IS me!” she chuckled, “I am her.”
Giles was dumbstruck, his cock strained at the glorious vista she presented.
“I made a foolish trade with a witch, who cast a spell on me,” Caitlin continued. “The price of my beauty is that I cannot leave the house except in cat form.”
She toyed coquettishly with the ribbons on her bodice, letting Giles absorb the impact of this information.
“Come closer,” Caitlin smiled beguilingly, “I’d like you to tickle my tummy!
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