The feline came back.
Once again, she appeared on the same window ledge. The man whose scent had brought her here was sleeping with a human by his side.
Her gaze flicked to the darkie who was watching her. The feline sensed no malice, so she dismissed the stare, even though those eyes tracked her every move as she slipped soundlessly into the room.
She followed her urge and walked to the foot of the King's bed and laid down. An incredible wave of relief and comfort fell on her that they brought out silent tears. She couldn't explain it, neither did she try to understand it. She felt peace and companionship of unknown origins, but one that brought her so much satisfaction and comfort. Her body loosened, her breathing slowed, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she slept a contented sleep.
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When I woke, the cat-girl was curled at the foot of my bed. The bed was large enough that she could lie there without disturbing me.
Isadora was still sleeping, and Ophelia had already started drinking. I climbed out of bed, naked, and made my way to my desk. There were new reports on the desk. I picked one. It had a Mittelreich royal seal. I broke it and stood there stark naked and began reading. Two lines in and I saw it was about the dwarf so I tossed it aside and picked another. There were 4 more like it, even from the non-confrontational Estonia. I went through the rest but there was nothing major. I also went through requests and stamped on some.
When I turned, the cat-girl was already awake, and sitting on the bed and looking at me with a broad smile, her tail moving casually behind her.
She was unfairly cute and I think she owes it to her feline grace. Her large eyes had a slightly upturned outer corner, giving them a soft but captivating feline-like look. Their vertical pupils are a warm hazel golden-brown tone, mixed with subtle green, which seem to shift depending on the light.
The face was so youthful and striking, with smooth, warm-toned skin and a natural flush on the cheeks. She has a small, softly pointed nose, full and well-defined lips with a gentle peach-pink hue, and delicately arched eyebrows that framed her eyes expressively.
I didn't notice all these until now because she had never held my gaze before. Any time I look at them, they always nervously look down. I didn't care. I took them with me to fuck because of how soft and tight their pussy was, but I never got the chance.
"Where is your sister" I asked.
Her ears twitch slightly and though she still maintained her smile there was suddenly something sad about it. I didn't press.
I approached her. Her gaze was curious when I reached. Bending down, I slip my hands under her arms, and picked her up. She let out a laugh, her legs dangling for a moment before I pulled her into a warm hug, her cheek pressed against my shoulder. Her arms looped around me as she went on laughing, even though she was wetting my shoulder with tears.
I gently pulled her head and kissed her. She kissed back but she didn't know what she was doing. My hands slid down, brushing her tail, and I grabbed on her ass.
My morning wood thickened.
My fingers found a tear in her shorts, and I ripped it wider, mostly underneath.
Still kissing her, I carried her ass, finding my dick to insert it in her hole. I found it and tightly secured the knob.
She froze in mid-laugh, as if to understand what was going on. I was gently pulling her ass down into it. She was tight that it hurts my dick. Her laughs were now inbetween grunts as I started kissing her again. She grimaced and jerked when I broke through her hymen but returned to kissing.
I gave her a few breaths before slamming upward, her sharp intake of air breaking the kiss. I started moving. Moving her ass and my waist at a perfect rhythm. No need for a rush, just a casual stroke in and out of a very tight hole, and she seemed to be enjoying it, though she had started laughing again.
Isadora had woken up and sat up in the bed, watching. There was no judgment in her eyes, or curiosity, just a casual watch. It doesn't matter how many times I see her face, I can never get use to such beauty. It was at a level impossible to ascertain, and her eyes have such innocence in them that I had a renew urge to repossess her.
That urge must have snapped something in me because I began hitting it faster and the cat-girl was now grunting and moaning more than she was laughing.
An incredible convulsion rippled through her, her head dropping onto my shoulder as she came—drawn out and trembling until I spilled inside her.
I eased her off my dick and dropped her on the bed. Isadora was looking at her with curious eyes, and when she looked at me she lacked that timidness that I know her for.
"Now you are acting like a proper queen" I told her. "Come"
The hesitation she showed was a result of discomfort from her soreness, and it affected her steps.
I had her kneel before me as I fed my soiled my soiled dick into her pretty mouth. She was confused, as they always are, but she didn't resist much. Her soft lips encircling my shaft, dripping with saliva, my hand grasping a tangle of her hair, guiding her. The head was hitting the back of her throat, drawing muffled moans from deep within her chest.
When will I have just one week of peace and relaxation? Just one week of enjoying the plentiful that surrounds me without the thoughts of politics and survival. When will I have that time?
Will I ever have that time?
The mere fact that I can't remember the last time I trained tells me I'm on the wrong path. There's just so much going on and so much yet to happen that all I want is to feel relief.
Or perhaps the fact I don't have self-healing yet makes me feel it's all for naught? That no matter how hard I train, if I don't have self-healing, against a much stronger person who has, that I will only lose. That makes sense.
What would Amara do if I rescind the offer? No doubt it is more than enough justification to invade Drakoria and collect what they are owed. Is that what they are waiting for? Why the show of impatience then? To keep me in line?
I cummed deep into her Isadora's mouth and pulled away. Crossing the room, I stepped to the window, watching the city that has been long awake.
I let out a slow breath. I hate that I'm starting to get used to this.
I wonder where they are watching me from. Waiting.