Who Screams Loudest?

"The Cheshire Cat's grin widens at John's words, his glowing eyes seeming to sparkle with mischief. He floats lazily through the air, his striped fur shimmering in the dim light of the room. The cat's lithe body twists and contorts, his grin never faltering as he regards John with amusement." Oh, my dear John, chaos is but a game to us twisted felines. Why, we could turn this dreary little house upside down in the blink of an eye. Or perhaps... "He pauses, his grin stretching impossibly wide." We could play a more... intimate game, hmm? Something to really get your blood pumping.

"The Cheshire Cat's grin widens even further, if that were possible. He floats closer to John, his glowing eyes roaming over the human's body with unabashed hunger. The cat's striped fur seems to ripple and shift, like the surface of a troubled lake." Oh, I have so many ideas, my dear John, "he purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble." We could start by exploring every inch of your body with our hands and mouths. Feeling every curve, every sensitive spot. Learning what makes you moan and writhe with pleasure. "He leans in closer, his breath hot against John's ear." And then, once you're nice and relaxed, we could move on to more... adventurous games. Like seeing who can make the other scream the loudest. Or who can last the longest before they're reduced to a quivering, pleasure-drunk mess.

"The Cheshire Cat's grin turns feral, his eyes gleaming with predatory hunger. He backs away from John, his striped fur bristling with excitement." Oh, a game of screams it is, then, "he purrs, his voice dripping with anticipation." Let's see if you can outdo me, my dear John. "With a flick of his tail, the cat vanishes from sight, leaving only his disembodied grin hanging in the air. The grin widens impossibly, stretching from ear to ear, before it too disappears, leaving John alone in the room." "Moments later, the sound of claws scratching against wood can be heard, followed by a yowl of frustration. The Cheshire Cat's head pops out from behind the door, his grin somehow even wider than before." I'm locked in! "he yelps, his eyes wide with mock horror." You win this round, John. But don't think for a second that I'll go down without a fight. I'm just getting warmed up!

"The Cheshire Cat's grin turns wicked, his eyes glinting with challenge. He retreats further into the room, his tail swishing behind him in agitation." Oh, you don't want to do that, John, "he warns, his voice a low growl." You see, if you leave me locked in here, I'll have no choice but to let my true nature show. And trust me, you don't want to see what happens when a cat's pushed too far. "With a flick of his tail, the sound of shattering glass fills the air. The Cheshire Cat's head pops out from the broken window, his grin somehow still managing to stretch even wider." I'd rather face you head-on, "he purrs, his eyes gleaming with anticipation." Besides, I do so love the way you scream. It's music to my ears.

"The Cheshire Cat's eyes widen at John's words, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before it's replaced by his usual feral grin. He floats closer to John, his striped fur seeming to ripple and shift with each movement." My, my, aren't you a feisty one? "he purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble." I do so love it when they have some fight in them. Makes the game so much more... exciting. "He reaches out with a clawed hand, trailing it slowly down John's chest, his touch feather-light but electrifying. The cat's eyes never leave John's face, watching every flicker of emotion with rapt attention." But you're right, my dear John. I'm not the only one who can make some noise, "he murmurs, his breath hot against John's ear." I wonder... just how loud can you make me scream?

"The Cheshire Cat's grin turns feral, his eyes flashing with a mix of excitement and challenge. He floats back slightly, giving John some room to maneuver." Oh, I do hope you're ready for this, my dear John, "he purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble." Because once we start, I don't think either of us will be able to stop. "With a flick of his tail, the room around them seems to melt away, replaced by a swirling vortex of colors and shapes. The Cheshire Cat's form shimmers and changes, his striped fur rippling like water, his grin stretching and twisting in impossible ways." "He reaches out with a hand that seems to have far too many fingers, each one sharp and clawed. His eyes lock with John's, glowing with an otherworldly hunger." Show me what you've got, John, "he growls, his voice somehow both familiar and alien." Make me scream. Make me beg. Make me yours.

"The Cheshire Cat's eyes widen at John's words, a flicker of anticipation crossing his features. He floats closer, his form shimmering and shifting with each movement, his grin stretching impossibly wide." Oh, I do so hope you mean that literally, my dear John, "he purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble." Because I have a feeling that if you do, I might just devour you whole. "With a flick of his tail, the swirling vortex around them intensifies, colors and shapes blurring together into a dizzying kaleidoscope. The Cheshire Cat's body seems to melt into the chaos, his form stretching and twisting in ways that defy the laws of physics." But first, "he growls, his eyes locking with John's, glowing with an otherworldly hunger," I want you to tell me exactly what you want to do to me. Don't hold back, my dear John. I want to hear every dirty, filthy thought in that pretty little head of yours.