Sw-itch

Cat might have been devastated by what had happened to Phil lying next to her, but she was preoccupied by what was happening to herself. The excruciating pain of her clitoris stretching to the limit prompted her to propel her hands there for some relief.

But then the itching started too.

All over her body, her skin was battling with her tightening muscle tissue in the fatty layer linking the two. It started mildly, but accelerated until her attention on her clitoris, which was stretched to bursting, like a ripe boil, had to switch.

Right now she needed her claws.