(A /N: ⚠️ PETPLAY/ CAT GIRL SEX SCENE WARNING, DDLG WARNING ⚠️ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!)

(Kitten's POV)

"Nyah. Touch me or anything that belongs to me (my Owner included) and I'll bite your fucking hand off. Mine."

~Kitten

I'm finally out, and I'm the one He gets to be greeted by today. He will be surprised, I'm sure. I've been resting since the last time I was in charge, due to Him pounding me so good I disappeared for a few days. But He's back and I'm ready for a ravaging.

Each one of us has something unique He likes that we present to the relationship:

Missy is feisty and likes to play fight in bed, especially if she really wants it to happen. She's the prey.

Adam is the submissive gay who likes it in the ass. None of the rest of us do because of trauma, but he loves it. He's the fatherly beta.

Angel is obedient, respectful, clean and efficient to please Him. She makes Him meals when He comes over and He often refers to her as His sweet little housewife. Of course, she isn't yet, as He would have to ask us to marry Him and He hasn't. She thinks it's her fault but it's just not time.

Isabella is small, and innocent. She's His sweet baby girl, always wanting to make Him happy and pleased. But there's a dark side to her sweetness. An innocent facade that melts into something more sensual and taboo.

I'm more of a pet, animalistic and silent cat girl. My reflexes are sharp and my senses are more intense than the others. They smell, taste, touch, hear and see infinitely worse than I do. I'm fickle and and sassy to no end. Some might even call it... catty.

I am pacing in front of the window, thinking of Him, missing Him, when suddenly birds fly by and a few land on our balcony. I can't help the grin that spreads across my face as I slowly open the balcony door and wait for the birds to come back. I throw a little cereal and wait on my haunches, ready move at a moments notice. Soon a small chickadee bounces across our balcony and comes a little too close. I reach out and grab without thinking until I have a terrified bird in my hand. He nips me and I hiss at him threateningly. The bird continues to try to wiggle away, but I want to look at it. I want to play with it. Toss it around and then maybe let it go if I feel like it.

"KITTEN!"

I jump and almost step on my tail buttplug. The bird falls onto its side and then flies away quickly. I frown and look over the side of the balcony. My Owner is standing on the street, far enough away to see me playing with the bird.

I pout and sit down in a huff.

"Go back inside."

I stick my tongue out at Him and crawl back inside and to the door. I quickly forget about the birds as I wait at the door impatiently. We live on the fifth story, and He takes His time on those damn stairs. Every noise in the apartment makes my body shake with anticipation. I'm listening to the door, waiting for the telltale sound of His distinctly heavy footsteps.

Then I hear them. Just about near the end of the third story. I grin and move back from the door a little, so I don't get hit with it. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't gotten hit by the door and lashed out about it before.

Closer, closer, closer. Almost here.

And then silence.

I strain my ears as hard as I can, but I don't hear footsteps anymore.

I tilt my head in confusion and lower myself close to the floor.

The door flies open and I jump back in surprise.

He laughs and reaches down to pet me. I bat His hand away and slink off into the bedroom with a hiss of disapproval. I can hear Him taking off His jacket and shoes as I brush the back of my hand over my hair and face, trying to settle myself down.

The sink turns on, but I don't care. I'm mad at Him. He could be in there for as long as He wants. He should go back home, because I don't want Him here anymore.

He chuckles under His breath and I can feel desire rising in my chest. I want Him to touch me.

No I don't.

Yes, I do.

The sink turns off, and I don't hear movement in the house for quite some time. I rise and shift for a moment, leaning my head to the side to catch the sound of Him.

After about 20 more seconds, I jump off the bed and go towards the kitchen. I peek my head around the corner to come face-to-ankles with Him. I look up with wide, interested eyes.

He's standing there as if He knew I would come to Him eventually. His arms are crossed and the look on His face is cocky beyond belief.

"What a curious little kitty I have." His eyes spark and I feel myself light up inside again.

I swallow my pride and go to Him, rubbing my head against His thigh. He smiles and picks me up with ease, throwing me over His shoulder and taking me to the couch. He places me on my hands and knees, facing the back of the couch.

His hands travel over my back and trace my spine. I shiver and press into His touch lovingly. "Didn't you ever hear the phrase 'Curiosity Killed The Cat'?" His hand slides under me and gropes my breast, causing me to arch my back with a high pitched mewl of arousal. His voice is so dark and sensual, almost like a warm summer night. "You're so sensitive. I barely even had to touch you and you're already so sensitive. I'll bet if I took off your panties, you'd be wet for me."

I feel heat rushing to my cheeks as I realize He's right. I look over my shoulder at Him with wide eyes. "Maybe."

His brows shoot up. "Wow, speaking for me too." He messages the special spot on my scalp and I purr, pressing my backside into His crotch, feeling His hardness. His nails start to scratch and I freeze in place, my mouth parting as the breath catches in my throat.

"Oh, look at that cat girl ahegao. It's almost like I don't even need to fuck you."

"No! P-please?" Pushing my ass into Him makes Him growl and He bends over to yank the couch backwards. I dig my nails into it and whimper. He goes around the back of the couch and kneels down to my level.

"Are you okay, kitty?" He rubs my cheek and I nod silently. "Can I fuck you today? I'm feeling stressed out."

I nod again and He sighs with relief. I know that if I had said no, He wouldn't have pushed it and we would have instead watched a movie with me sitting on His lap while He stroked me.

But I want it. And I want it now. I spread my legs wider and push my chest into the seat.

A dangerously sexy look makes almost makes me wet myself and He stands up to His full height again, circling back behind me. He grabs my hips and presses my ass into Him. I can feel His cock twitching and I whimper, this time with need.

He doesnt bother taking His time with my lacy black thong, literally tearing it in half. He makes a nice rip right over my crotch and leaves the rest in tatters.

"Your panties are soaked, love." He teases. "Do I make you that desperate?"

I don't respond, I wait. I can hear the fabric of His pants rustling as He tugs them down. His cock is so hard that when it springs up, it hits my ass and I yelp. I hear heavy breaths behind me as He positions Himself for half a second too long before shoving in as deep as He can inside me.

A strangled cry forces its way out and I move back into Him, trying to take Him deeper. He smacks my ass, hard. "Sit. Still. I'm in charge. Not you."

He's so calm and collected as He starts to fuck me, the speed slowly increasing until I'm choking on my breath and moans.

"Shhhh... you'll make the neighbors angry. They don't want to hear such a loud whore during their lunch. It'll distract them." His teasing only makes me yowl louder and grit my teeth.

"Mmmmmmmm oh...!" I'm starting to tear up, it feels so good and the pressure in my stomach is about to explode. I'm the only one of the alters that doesn't need to ask to cum, since I mostly communicate with cat noises and an occasional word or two. Besides, I'm too much of a mess to even ask and it's coming too fast.

"I can feel you trying to milk me dry, Kitten. You're close, aren't you? Well then, what are you waiting for? Cum for me," He starts to go inhumanly fast and my spine starts to feel like it's going to snap. He presses my head down farther and the change of angle is enough to make me cum within moments.

My body shakes and I can feel His nails digging into my ass. He doesn't miss a beat, continuing to fuck me with just as much vigor and speed. My arms are shaking and my pussy is clenching down on Him so tightly. I feel like I'm going to burst into flames and when He changes the angle again, my body tenses and I'm having a second more intense orgasm.

Matters are only made worse when His breath begins to shudder and He whispers, "Fuck," under His breath. He slams into me one more time and I barely hold myself up long enough for Him to finish shooting off inside me.

"Oh my sweet baby girl." He murmurs. "I'm going to fuck all five of you today, I promise you that."

(Isabella's POV)

"I'm Daddy's princess."
~Isabella

"Baby girl, wake up."

I wiggle a little and whine, I was having a nightmare. I can feel sad tears streaming down my cheeks and I reach out for him.

"Oh baby girl, please don't cry." He lays down next to me, holding me close to him. "Was it another dream about Riley?"

I sniffle and bury my head into his chest before nodding.

His heart begins to beat noticeably faster and I look up and him. His face is angry looking and his eyes are darker than normal. His jaw sets and I feel his hand twitch under me. I shrink away and my lip starts to tremble in fear.

Almost as quickly as it happens, the look melts away and he hugs me tighter. "I swear, if I ever see him, I'll make him go away." He kisses away my tears, pretending to slurp them up and I start to giggle.

"You're silly, Daddy."

"I know Honeybunn, but it made you smile." He points out.

I turn away in embarrassment as my face darkens and he grabs my chin gently. "Don't turn away, baby. Daddy likes to see you smile."

I blush again and nod, giving him a quick peck on the lips. I bite my lip as an idea comes to my mind and I fidget with my fingers nervously.

"Tell Daddy what you're thinking about. What do you want?" His eyes flicker for a moment when I smirk at him.

"I want to bake cookies."

He throws his head back in laughter and I can't help but giggle too. "You little tease, looking at me like that and then asking for cookies. You haven't even had lunch yet. How about I make you some nuggies, and then we can make cookies?"

I pout and climb onto him, straddling him as innocently as I can muster. "But I want cookies now."

He raises an eyebrow and squeezes my cheeks. "Now, huh?" I try to wiggle away but he pulls my face closer. "Now what makes you think you're in charge?"

"This." I put on my most innocently adorable face and look him in the eye. "Pretty pwease?"

He narrows his eyes for a moment, but I stand my ground. After a tense staredown, he sighs loudly. "Damnit Bells, you're lucky you're so damn adorable or I would have put you in a box on the street!"

I squeal and clap my hands. "Yay!!"

He pulls me into a sweet, non innocent kiss and my tummy starts to tingle. He pulls away after half a second too long and clears his throat awkwardly. "Have I told any of you that I love you today?"

I slowly shake my head. "N-no."

He pulls me so close our noses are touching. "I love you, Isabella. I love you, Kitten. I love you, Adam. I love you, Missy. I love you, Angel. I love you, Angelica." For each name, he places a kiss on my our lips. My brain flutters and my heart sings.

I touch my finger to his bottom lip and smile softly. "We love you too, Daddy."

"Alright, come on." He nudges me up and I scurry after him into the kitchen. He takes out each ingredient and sets it on the counter: butter, sugar, milk, chocolate chips, crisco, flour, eggs and vanilla extract. I see the brown bottle and sniff in the warm, yummy smell.

"Daddy?" He looks down at me. "I have some?"

"Oh Little One. That stuff is icky. It doesn't taste as good as it smells." He says seriously.

"You're lying! I want it!" I stomp my foot and whine at him.

"No. That's final. Now wait a minute and I'll let you pour in the chocolate chips." He returns adding sugar to the mixing bowl and I pout for a bit before looking at the bottle again.

I slowly take a step back and wait for him to notice. He leans down closer to the bowl and scrapes off the flour stuck to the sides.

In an instant, I grab the bottle and he lunges for it a second too late. I've already drank a little bit.

"UGH GROSS!!" I make a face as he snatches it from me and spanks my bottom three times. I bite my bottom lip and look up at him. "Ow."

"What did I tell you about the vanilla extract?"

"Not to eat it." My eyes are downwards because he's using his stern Daddy voice and I know he's upset with me.

"And what did you do?"

"I did what I had to do!" I say dramatically. "I had to know before I died. And you would have had me wonder forever!"

"Well, now you don't get to pour the chips in, Daddy does."

"Aw no fair!" I cross my arms.

"Alls fair in love and war, Bells." He croons.

"I don't like it when you say that. It's mean."

He stays silent for a little while, focusing on rolling the dough into large balls and spacing them out evenly. He puts the pan in the oven, still without a word and I tug on his shirt as he starts washing his hands.

"Didn't you hear me? I said you're mean!"

He turns and picks me up, pinning me against the fridge with his hips and frowns at me. "You think I'm mean?"

I nod. "Y-yeah..."

His face stays stoic for a few seconds. Then it cracks into a crooked smile that makes me have to hold back mine. Then he laughs and I'm melting inside, and then melting away....

(Angelica's POV)

"I am the temple, the spawnpoint, the host."
~Alice

"You're dumb." I laugh, feeling light and fluffy before I realize my feet are dangling above the ground.

His laughter stops abruptly and he cups my cheek with one hand. "Alice?"

"Jacob?" I say in a poor imitation of his voice.

"Brat." He tries to sound menacing about it but nuzzles into my neck and breathes in.

My heart quivers at his loving tone. "Did you miss me?"

"I always miss you. Even when you're here. Although, I had fun with Kitten and Isabella today."

"That's good." I look away, instantly feeling jealous even though I shouldn't.

"Oh, now Alice," Jacob pushes his head deeper into the crook of my neck and flicks out his tongue. "You know how we feel about attitudes around here."

I've got more bravado than usual today and I smirk. "No, I don't think I recall that, why don't you remi--" My sentence stops abruptly as his teeth sink into the juncture between my neck and shoulder. "Ah!"

"That's what I thought." He hums and bites down again, but harder. He stays there, holding my squirming body against the fridge with ease until he's satisfied and lets go.

"Mmmm..." I sigh and shiver.

"Yeah?" He says.

"Feels good." I touch a fingertip to the spot and almost jump at the sensation. It hurts so good. "Another gift for me? You're too kind."

He takes his weight off of me and I swoon. "You're so precious, Alice."

I hug myself and walk to the living room, tears threatening to fall. "Oh, I don't know about all that. I'm broken, Jacob."

I'm surprised when he comes up behind me and hugs me tightly. He's quiet for a moment, formulating the right words to say in that magnificent brain of his. "And I love all the pieces."

Hahaha so this chapter is a bit longer than I thought it would be and I feel sorta bad, but there is a sex scene and as you know, I'm never light on detail with that 😉. Also, if the "all five of you" thing confuses you, it's because he tries not to be sexual with Isabella and wants to keep things as innocent as possible. But obviously that is not always the case. She doesn't have a "little age" but she's more childish than the others. Possibly more chapters coming soon if people even like this haha.

Enjoy, Juanifans!!