I woke to the soft murmur of the motel's ancient heater kicking on, the room bathed in the pale gray light of a winter dawn. My body felt heavy from the drive, but rested— the queen bed a far cry from the car's backseat. Miko was draped over me, her naked form warm and soft, clinging like she'd melted into me during the night. Her arms looped around my neck, legs tangled with mine, her face peaceful against my chest. Her cat tail lay still, curled loosely around my waist, and her breathing was deep, rhythmic—no purr, just the quiet inhale-exhale of true sleep. I smiled to myself, remembering yesterday's tease. She's pretending again, I thought, waiting for her eyes to snap open with that mischievous glint.
I lay there, tracing lazy circles on her back, expecting her to stir any second. Minutes ticked by—the clock on the nightstand showing it was barely six. But she didn't move, her cat ears relaxed and floppy, not even a twitch. Huh. Maybe she's actually out this time. The exhaustion from the road, her healing wounds—it made sense. She'd pushed herself hard yesterday, and sleep was catching up.
Finally, I shifted gently, and her eyes fluttered open, amber gaze sleepy but sharpening quickly. "Mmm... morning," she murmured, stretching against me with a yawn that showed off her fangs. Then, spotting my expectant look, she grinned. "What? You thought I was pretending again? Ha, got you this time— I was actually sleeping for once."
I laughed, pulling her closer. "Busted. You looked too cute; I figured you were faking to tease me."
She nipped at my earlobe playfully, her purr starting low. "Well, now that I'm awake... maybe we could—"
"Tempting," I cut in, kissing her forehead. "But border today. Let's eat and hit the road."
She pouted but agreed, rolling off me with a dramatic sigh. We dressed quickly—her slipping into her blending clothes, me in my layers—and checked out. Breakfast was at a nearby diner, a cozy spot with vinyl booths and the smell of fresh pancakes wafting from the kitchen. We slid into a corner table, ordering stacks with bacon and strong coffee. Miko dug in eagerly, syrup dripping as she forked a bite. "Real food," she sighed. "Beats gas station junk."
We lingered a bit, chatting over refills—the diner's warmth a brief shield against the cold outside. But the border loomed, so we paid and headed back to the car, the engine rumbling to life as we pointed north.
The drive through North Dakota was a winter tapestry—vast prairies blanketed in snow, the horizon a flat white expanse broken by occasional farm silos and windmills spinning lazily in the breeze. Flurries danced in the air, but the roads were plowed, the Civic gripping steadily as we neared the border. Miko's nerves surfaced. "What if the passport doesn't work?" she whispered, fidgeting with her beanie. "What if they arrest us? Or spot my ears..."
I reached over, squeezing her hand. "Hey, Kira's docs are solid. We've practiced the story—tourists heading to family in Ontario. Deep breaths. We'll be fine."
The border checkpoint appeared ahead, more fortified than I'd expected—extra barriers, armed guards, sniffer dogs patrolling. Stricter, probably from the hybrid migrations and those whispered terrorist threats. Lines of cars inched forward, inspections thorough. My heart pounded as we pulled up, handing over passports with steady hands.
"Purpose of visit?" the guard asked, scanning the docs.
"Tourism—visiting family in Ontario," I said, keeping my voice even.
He eyed us, then Miko. "Any fruits, firearms?"
"No, sir."
A dog sniffed the car, but we passed. Stamps thumped down, and he waved us through. "Welcome to Canada."
Miko exhaled sharply as we drove away, her tail uncurling from its hide. "We did it!" she squealed, leaning over to kiss my cheek. We celebrated with whoops and laughter, the tension melting as Manitoba's open roads welcomed us—snowy fields giving way to boreal forests, the air crisp and free as we aimed for Ontario province.
The drive was serene—lakes frozen over like glass, wildlife tracks dotting the snow, small towns with cozy lights twinkling. Miko's laughter filled the car as we passed through Winnipeg, stopping for hot chocolate at a drive-thru, the steam fogging the windows further. "This feels like freedom," she said, sipping contentedly. We pushed on, the miles melting away, but as dusk fell, fatigue hit. We stopped at a motel in Thunder Bay, near Lake Superior, the room boasting a lake view through frost-etched windows.
Miko rushed to the bed, flopping down with a sigh. "Comfy at last." I joined her, but her eyes turned heated. "To celebrate... rougher this time?" she purred, stripping slowly, her sweater sliding off to reveal the faint scars from her bandages, her skin glowing in the low light.
I agreed immediately, desire flaring hot and fast. Our lips met in a bruising kiss, tongues battling fiercely, her nails raking my back as she tore at my shirt, drawing thin lines of fire across my skin that made me hiss in pleasure-pain. The taste of her—sweet and wild, laced with the chocolate from earlier—drove me wild, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks, pulling her flush against me. She moaned into my mouth, her purr starting as a low rumble and building to a throaty vibration that echoed through our bodies, amplifying every touch.
I pinned her down on the bed, my weight pressing her into the mattress, nipping at her neck with sharp bites that made her arch and gasp, her cat ears flattening in ecstasy. "Harder," she demanded, her voice husky and breathy, her tail thrashing wildly against the sheets. I obliged, my mouth claiming her breast, sucking the nipple roughly into my mouth, tongue lashing it while my teeth grazed the sensitive peak, sending jolts through her. My hand kneaded the other, pinching and twisting until she whimpered, her hips bucking up against me, grinding her wet heat against my thigh.
Her scent enveloped me—musky and intoxicating, a feline allure that made my cock throb painfully against my pants. I stripped her roughly, yanking off her pants and panties in one motion, exposing her glistening folds, already swollen and dripping. "So wet for me," I growled, parting her thighs wide and diving in without preamble, my tongue plunging deep into her entrance, lapping at her walls before sucking her clit hard, fingers thrusting inside her with brutal force, curling to hit that spot that made her yowl and claw at the sheets. Her juices coated my face, her purr vibrating through her core as she ground against me, her tail wrapping around my arm in a vice grip, the fur adding a teasing texture. "Don't stop... fuck, yes," she cried, her body trembling as I added a third finger, stretching her, my mouth relentless on her clit until she shattered—her orgasm ripping through her with a scream, pussy clenching like a vise, squirting hot and wet over my chin and chest.
Panting and wild-eyed, she flipped me onto my back with surprising strength, her nails digging into my shoulders as she tore at my clothes, stripping me bare. Her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking roughly, her grip slick and tight, thumb pressing into the sensitive underside as she leaned down to lick a stripe from base to tip, her rough tongue sending shocks of pleasure through me. "You taste so good," she purred, taking me deep into her mouth, sucking hard, her head bobbing with aggressive rhythm, purr vibrating along my length until I bucked into her throat. She gagged but didn't stop, hollowing her cheeks for more suction, her free hand cupping my balls, massaging roughly.
"Enough," I growled, pulling her up by the hips and flipping her beneath me. I entered her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt in her tight, welcoming heat. She screamed in pleasure, her walls pulsing around me, her nails raking down my back in red welts that stung and fueled my pace. I pounded into her hard and fast, the bed creaking under us, skin slapping wetly as I gripped her thighs, spreading her wider, hitting deep with every slam. "Yes... harder, fuck me like that," she begged, her purr a feral growl now, her tail thrashing as she pushed back against me, meeting every thrust with desperate hunger.
We shifted roughly—her on top, riding me like a storm, breasts bouncing as she slammed down, grinding her clit against me with each descent, her nails digging into my chest for leverage; me behind her, doggy style, spanking her ass with sharp slaps that echoed, the red marks blooming as I pulled her tail, making her yowl and clench tighter; against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist as I lifted her, thrusting up with brutal force, her back scraping the rough wallpaper. Orgasms crashed in waves—her squirting multiple times, soaking us and the sheets, her body convulsing as she screamed my name; me filling her over and over, pulling out to paint her thighs before plunging back in, the mess sticky and hot between us.
Finally, utterly spent and slick with sweat, we collapsed, limbs entangled, her tail draped over us lazily, her purr fading to a soft, contented hum against my chest. Sleep claimed us, the stars visible through the window, the world outside dark and uncertain. But with her cuddling against me, it felt conquerable.