Chapter Thirty-Five: Thirst for Love:

Mosh lifted his head. “I’m hungry.” His wife lifted her head.

“What?” she asked. The mouse snickered as he climbed on top.

“Come with me,” he whispered. The mouse took her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet. Noiz broke into a little smile.

“Oh?” she asked. “Are we going to go to another station?”

“That’s the idea.”

“And where would that be?”

“You’ll see.” Mosh laughed he led her up the stairs. He showed her against the wall and pushed apart her thighs. He looked up at with a wicked smile on his face.

“Mousey wants his treat now!” he said. The mouse stuck out his tongue and began licking before his wife had the chance to speak. Noiz closed her eyes and threw back her head.

“Oh!” she moaned.

“Calm down,” Mosh said. “I haven’t done anything yet.” His wife looked down, blushing.

“Oh, sorry,” she said. Mosh reached, rubbing on her hips.

“Ooo,” she cooed. The mouse slipped his tongue back between her lower lips. Noiz closed her eyes and gave off a throaty moan. Her mind disappeared into a sea of pleasure. At first, she only saw black. The world in her head was blank, waiting for life to unfold. It began with a low thud.

Her mind’s eye searched for the source. The thud stretched into a low hum. Noiz drew her claws into his back. The humming burst into spots of red. She bit on her lower lip. The spots of red changed into mini roses. Little white daises opened in happy blooms. A light orange and pink sky ripped open the tarp of black in the sky.

“Yes! More! Give me more!” she cried. Mosh licked faster, making violets pop up in his wife’s mind. Her hips bounced back and forth. The colors swirled and skipped around her head as he forced his tongue in deeper. Both just had to have more. Mosh grabbed her by the hips and forced in his tongue as deep as it would go. His licks told her that he wanted to taste her juices. It wouldn’t be long before Noiz gave in.

“I love you so much!” she screamed as she reached her climax. Mosh wouldn’t pull out until he licked up every single drop. The kitty panted as her husband rose to her feet. He smiled, licking his lips.

“Good?” the mouse asked.

“Yes,” Noiz said nodding and panting. Mosh leaned in to her ear.

“We have one more station to go,” he whispered. Her eyes trailed over to him.

“Is that right?” she asked. Her husband pulled away with a smile on his face.

“But of course,” he said. Noiz’s cheeks flushed bright red.

“Oh,” she murmured. The mouse boy chuckled before taking her by the wrist once again and led her further down the hall.