KoroMarimo

“Ouch! Cut it out!” There was a soft “hnn” noise from the crook of your neck, another lazy sandpapery swipe left a trail of raw skin and saliva. His necking always left you with a rash, just one of the many joys of being the object of catlike affections. Nails dug into the skin of your back, red pinstripe markings all the way down from your shoulder blades to the top of your hips. You winced and cried out with the pain. “I said stop it!” you growled. “Mmm… You said cut it out, not stop it.” “Stop assaulting my neck and let me get up!” “Non.” “My language