Rick found it rather rough to follow Monica, especially when she was clearly pushing for a harder pace than yesterday. But that much he would’ve been able to handle. What was pushing him to move faster was how the feline appeared to enjoy all too much, leaping up into the foliage and vanishing. Only to reappear further ahead, settled on a branch or on a root, waiting for him. And each time she would puff up her cheeks at him, yowling and running off again, apparently wishing for him to pursue.

Despite the playfulness of her vanishing act, her constant disappearance had Rick on edge. The surrounding forest looked no less dangerous than the day prior. His head was on a swivel, turning towards each new sound and disturbance that prickled his patience and frayed his nerves. The woods were dim, and the noises plenty. Which of them came from Monica, and which from something else he did not know. And that was daunting, every dark recess feeling as if having an unseen pair of eyes watching him, waiting...

“Chuwoc.”

With a half-suppressed shriek, Rick jumped to the side, falling flat. Looking over, where he’d been standing at a second ago, he saw Monica.

She sported a very broad amused smirk; she’d not made a sound, and he hadn’t even felt her presence until her voice had spoken right next to his ear. The woman let out a chuckle, leaning down and meeting his gaze with a wide grin. “Chuwoc.”

He glowered at her, shaking his head as he reached into the backpack. It took him a moment before he found the requested treat. “Chocolate,” he proclaimed with a sigh, breaking a piece and offering it for her to grab.

Monica leaned down, looking at it with narrowed eyes, lips turning into a frown. Leaning away, she shook her head, one hand shoving Rick’s offer back at him. “Chuwoc.” She pointed at him with her clawed, furry finger. At his face specifically.

“For… me?” Rick could only frown, moving the piece closer, raising a doubtful eyebrow at her. Seeing her eagerly lean closer, smile widening as she watched him with wide attentive eyes, he broke a piece and put it into his mouth.

That was when she leaned in, lowering to her hands and knees as her face was abruptly oh so terribly close to his own. Her eyes were wide, a deep blue sea of attention split only by obsidian slitted irises that were dilating. Her breath washed against him. It made him gag a little. What caught him by surprise was when she leaned over that remaining inch and tasted his lips with a tentative flick of her tongue. “Chuwoc,” her voice came out in a whisper, her paws on the ground near his hips as she waited with a slight smile.

A heartbeat of silence. Rick remembered what he’d done to draw her attention before leaving the bus and suddenly found himself holding back the desire to curse. He’d been an idiot, and he’d swallowed the candy out of surprise of her getting so close. “Sure… chocolate…” Turning his head, he began to look for a new piece.

The attentive patience turned to a slight pout. The growl she let out made every nerve ending on Rick’s body freeze in place. Her paw moved and with a shove, pinned him down. The human could only grunt and do his very best not to move as her whole body shook like an earthquake from the rumbling sound. Her fangs gleamed sharply in the morning gloom, and her pupils narrowed into slits. Her fingers flexed, claws sinking into his chest and prickling him. “Chuwoc.”

With a wince, Rick nodded vigorously, reaching for the treat. His heart beat like a drum, hammering against her paw as his shaking hand moved the chocolate towards his lips. Making sure to show Monica how this one he wasn’t going to swallow, he left it in his mouth, watching intently.

She leaned closer, parting her lips and licking Rick’s again. He suppressed the trembling and extended his sugar coated tongue, reciprocating the gesture. With her mouth slathered in the sweet confection, the rumbling softened, turning into a purr. She closed her eyes as she tasted her lips slowly, savoring the sweetness.

The purring grew louder. The pressure with which she pressed down on him eased and she lifted her hand, moving it so she’d have a claw at either side of his head. She leaned down and licked his lips again. This time, her tongue pushed forward and into his mouth, seeking to steal every bit of flavor from him. It was aggressive, persistent, hot and messy. She pressed her whole body against him as she purred again, the vibrations rattling his bones.

With a gasp, Monica pulled back. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips fixed on a smile. “Chuwoc,” she said, pointing at the chocolate that remained in his hand.

Rick couldn’t do much more than lie still, his mind too startled to process what just happened. But Monica was impatient, her hand pulling his and moving it closer to his mouth. The last piece of chocolate. There might have been a consideration over needing to think this through, but it was clear the feline would not tolerate any wait. Thus, the new piece went into his mouth.

The feline lunged back in, surer of herself this time, pinning him to the ground with her mouth while her breasts squeezed against his chest. Her tongue moved like an angry serpent, licking and wrestling with his own tongue as she kept the purr. The sound made Rick’s body shudder, and it did not escape him how she kept pushing her lips against his even after she’d taken all the sweet there was to be had from his mouth. She did not move from where she was, pushing further. The woman was assaulting his sense of taste, pressing more of herself against him as she did.

Rick moved tentative hands down her body, resting them on her hips, something she neither minded nor cared about. Instead, she ground herself against him. Only her breasts kept her from getting as close as she appeared to want to. Her body was becoming hot, and Rick squeezed the contour of her firm ass, digging his fingers into the toned flesh.

Only then did she snap away. She looked at him, breathing hard, face blushing, and pupils dilated as her tail swished in an erratic rhythm of different emotions. Monica frowned, looking over her shoulder at her behind where his hands were currently at.

Slowly, she turned back to look at him. Rick had pulled his hands back and held both up in a sign of surrender.

“Wrwick.”

She forced the word through a grimace, her tongue appearing to not quite familiar with the sound. Pulling back from him, she stood up and turned in what appeared to be the same direction they’d been heading to earlier. Without so much as another sound, she jumped up into the trees, vanishing within the foliage with barely a trace left behind.

Flustered and breathing hard, Rick was left unable to understand what had just happened, or why, for that matter. A part of him spoke of how he should probably be far more scared than he currently felt. Perhaps the galloping heartbeat was a sign of that. But the fluster that was running through him spoke otherwise.

And as he spotted Monica landing twenty odd meters away, something else rumbled within his chest. She looked over her shoulder and down to her ass, groping it slowly before turning to look his way once more. There was a slight frown and a blush.

She was flustered. Maybe more so than even he was. The noise within him became louder.