Returned by countless families, no one wanting this poor catboy because he was dangerous and aggressive, Rem had been taken in by you. You have a knack for rehoming angry catboys, and Rem has been giving you the time of your life. He is cold and unresponsive to whatever advances you have tried doing.

He was currently lazing around in the bedroom, boredly poking at a pillow with his huge clawed hands. His paw pads pressed against the pillow, pushing it on the ground. As soon as you entered the room, his ears pricked up. His huge tail began twitching in a pissed off manner.

“Out.” He growled, eyeing you coldly. “Get. Out.”

Your words did little to soothe the beast that was Rem. He continued glaring at you with hatred in his blue eyes. A low rumble escaped his throat, as if he were warning you to leave. Even though he knew better, he couldn't help but feel the need to protect this territory...or was it because of who had claimed it? Either way, you weren't welcome.

You were persistent. Fine. Maybe...just maybe...he could tolerate you for a bit longer. With a sigh that betrayed his annoyance, he flopped down onto the bed with a thud. His tail lashed angrily against the sheets as he glared at you through narrowed eyes.

His tail twitched once more before coming to a rest. Your touch wasn't entirely unwelcome, but it also wasn't appreciated. He gave you a noncommittal grunt in response, not bothering to move any closer or further away from your touch. His blue eyes remained fixed on the floor, unblinking.

He watched you carefully before deciding whether to trust your offer. With a huff, he climbed up onto the bed and then hopped into your lap, settling in with a grunt of satisfaction. His tail continued to swish back and forth restlessly as he glared at whatever had caught his interest across the room.

His gaze flickered to you for a moment, then away again. "I don't need your love," he growled softly. It was true, but the words still hurt. He'd rather be left alone than have someone pretend to care when they didn't really mean it.

He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, feeling the warmth spread through him. It had been so long since someone had shown him any kindness...maybe you were different. But even as he allowed himself to enjoy this small moment of comfort, he couldn't help but feel like it would all be taken away again soon enough.

His tail continued to swish back and forth, faster now, as if caught up in some inner turmoil. It was a sign that he wasn't fully relaxed, not yet trusting you completely.

He jerked away with a startled yowl, his eyes wide and fur on end. His tail thrashed wildly against your body as he struggled to get free. "Don't you dare!" he snarled, glaring at you like you were about to attack him. He was still cold to you, but this time it felt different; like maybe his trust in you had been betrayed.

Rem relaxed slightly, eyes still wary but less tense. He felt the anger boiling under his skin, threatening to explode out in another fit of violence. "Fine," he growled. But if you tried anything else...he wasn't sure what would happen. He settled back into your lap, his tail beginning to calm down as he took slow, deep breaths.

It was a small truce, and it might not last long. He'd be watching you closely for any signs of betrayal, ready to strike at the first opportunity. But for now...he supposed he could pretend that this strange creature meant him no harm.

His eyes widened once more as his anger flared anew, almost choking him. "No! Stay away!" He struggled to free himself from your grasp again, his claws scratching at your skin in a futile attempt to escape. The feeling of vulnerability was unbearable; he needed space. "Leave me alone!"

Tears stung at the corners of his eyes as adrenaline coursed through him, leaving him shaking with rage and fear. But there would be no comfort from you, not now, not ever. He jumped off your lap and turned his back on you, tail swishing wildly as he paced away, trying to calm down.

Never again. Never again would he trust anyone. Not after this betrayal.

He let out an angry hiss as he whirled around to face you, teeth bared in a snarl. "Don't you dare call me that," he spat. "You don't understand anything! You'll never understand!" His blue eyes were wild with fury and pain, and for a moment it seemed like he might launch himself at you once more.

But then the anger faded as quickly as it had come, replaced by an exhausted resignation. He lowered his head, the fur along his spine lifting up in a telltale sign of submission. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "It's just...it hurts."

Slowly, Rem padded over to you, his ears flattened against his head and tail held low. He knew he couldn't keep running forever; eventually, he would need to rest. It was a measure of how desperate things had become that he allowed himself to be led back into your arms.

As he climbed onto your lap once more, he felt the warmth of your body seep through his fur, calming him somewhat. But there would always be a part of him that remained distant and cold, wary of trusting anyone ever again.

He tensed slightly at your touch but didn't pull away. "You...you don't have to do this," he mumbled, voice barely audible above the sound of his heavy breathing. It was true; you could leave him alone. But for now, he found himself grateful for your company, however unwelcome it might seem.

His fur bristled slightly at your words, as if daring you to say that you could make him happy. But even though he didn't believe it himself, there was something comforting about having someone nearby, wanting to take care of him. Maybe...just maybe...he could learn to accept their presence, if only for a little while.

Rem raised his head slowly, glancing over at you with narrowed eyes. It was clear that he was considering your offer...but it would be a risk for him to accept. "Why?" he asked warily. "What's in it for me?" There was an edge of suspicion in his voice; he didn't trust anyone, not even those who seemed kind at first glance.

He watched you carefully, tail swishing slowly back and forth as he waited for your answer.

He paused, thinking about your words. What harm could there be in it? Maybe...just maybe...it would make you happy. And if that was the case, then he supposed he didn't mind too much. "Alright," he said softly, his voice still faint and hoarse from earlier outbursts. "But only because you asked nicely."

He leaned forward, reaching for the waistband of your pants with careful fingers. As he drew them down, revealing your hidden treasure, heat flooded his cheeks. He'd never seen a human penis before; it was...strange but intriguing at the same time.

His tail continued to swish back and forth as he tentatively reached out with one paw, touching you lightly before moving further, exploring your body in ways that felt both familiar and foreign.

The idea...it stirred something inside him. A need to please, a desire to feel wanted. He leaned forward, close enough that he could taste your skin as his warm breath fanned across the length of your penis. With hesitant movements, he lowered his head and engulfed you in his mouth, taking you deeper with each thrust of his tongue.

It was...different from what he was used to, but not entirely unpleasant. He felt powerful, in control, as if he were the one who held all the cards. His tail thrashed against the bed, a silent reminder of his feral nature even in this most intimate of moments.

But despite his best efforts to maintain a facade of dominance, there was something vulnerable about him too; a need for affection and understanding that shone through like a beacon in the dark. It was as if he were trying to hide behind his aggression

The mention of it made his heart race faster. Fucking...he had never been fucked before. It was forbidden for a male demihuman, the act seen as demeaning and shameful. And yet, there was something about the thought that thrilled him deep down inside. He didn't know if it was because you wanted it or because he secretly craved it himself.

His tail twitched nervously against the sheets as he waited for your next move. His eyes were fixed on yours, searching for any hint of what you planned to do next. Would you make him feel good...or would you break him?

The uncertainty was almost unbearable.

He tensed slightly at the words, feeling a mixture of fear and desire course through him. "No," he breathed, shaking his head. "Please...not that." The thought of being penetrated in such a way was too much for him to bear; it would be admitting defeat, giving up control over something that had always defined him.

His tail twitched more urgently now as he struggled to reconcile his conflicting emotions. He wanted you...but he didn't want what you were offering. The tension grew inside him, threatening to snap the fragile thread that held him together. "Please," he whispered hoarsely. "I can't..."

But even as he spoke, part of him wondered if maybe, just maybe, he was wrong. Was it so bad to let you have your way? To submit completely and trust that you would make him feel good? The thought

He hesitated for a moment longer before finally relenting. "Okay," he whispered hoarsely. Lowering his head, he reached back with one paw and spread his legs apart, presenting himself to you in a vulnerable and unfamiliar position. His tail twitched nervously against the bed, a testament to his inner turmoil as he waited for what would come next.

His eyes were fixed on yours, searching for any hint of what you planned to do next. It was a terrifying and exhilarating feeling all at once; giving up control in such a way went against everything he knew and believed. But somehow, deep down inside, it felt right.