Everyone's a Catgirl! NSFW Ch. 240 Microburst (Part 2)

Ceres accepted her meal and took a seat next to Lucia. The errant brushes of skin against skin made her heart skip and her throat dry. The last time she had indulged in another person was Abalone—a time that seemed so long ago.

The friction remained between Sir Cailu and his Party, though Matt, Keke, and Cannoli appeared more at ease. Keke’s discomfort had vanished from her face, and she laughed while Sir Matt regaled her with a story.

Once dinner had ended and dishes had been cleared, Sir Matt approached.

“Ceres? Everything okay?”

Ceres stood and glanced at Lucia, clasping her hands against her lap. A nervous habit she had never been able to quell. She had agreed to Lucia’s proposition without considering Sir Matt’s feelings. Would an evening spent away from her Party be acceptable?

Lucia straightened and touched Ceres’s arm. “My tent is just over there.” She pointed behind her, then turned to Sir Matt. “Please rest well, Matt.”

A curious smile touched Matt’s mouth, and he nodded. “Yeah. You, too.”

Ceres shifted her weight from one ball of her foot to the other. Why was it so difficult to ask for this comfort? “S-Sir Matt—”

“Take a night off, Ceres,” he said before she could continue. “You deserve it.”

“Are you certain?” Ceres firmly planted both feet and gazed up at her lord. How did you know? “I do not wish to cause a problem.”

“We’re not the ones doing night watches anymore, remember?” Sir Matt shrugged.

Ceres smiled. “You are most kind, my lord.”

Sir Matt flinched, and he shook his head. “No need for that. Go. Have fun.”

“Thank you, Sir Matt!” Ceres bowed deeply and excused herself for the evening.

The last traces of dusk painted the sky with strokes of oranges and pinks. She paused and took a deep breath, hoping to slow her racing pulse. “[Civilian Mode],” she whispered.

The moon hung low on the horizon as Ceres entered Lucia’s tent.

Lucia had removed her leather corset and boots, and she padded barefoot across a plush carpet to meet Ceres at the entrance with a coy smile. Their height difference was far more exaggerated without Lucia’s shoes—Ceres stood nearly a head taller. “It’s been a while for me. I’ve…forgotten how to begin.”

Tear off her shirt. The tiny voice reemerged, and Ceres swallowed hard against it. Her fantasies tended to lean toward the aggressive, and the last thing she wanted was to scare Lucia.

“Allow me to dress to match.” Ceres returned Lucia’s smile, untying her apron and setting it aside. Then she knelt, unfastening her own boots before sliding them away from her feet and tossing them to the side. She looked up at Lucia and became very aware of how much she enjoyed Lucia looking down at her.

Before she could stop herself, a low purr resonated in Ceres’s chest, and she slid her hands beneath Lucia’s shirt, raising it high enough to kiss just beneath Lucia’s navel, then an inch lower. She moved carefully—it was an askance. Do you accept this?

“Mm. Your lips are so soft,” Lucia murmured, stroking Ceres’s hair while she watched with her captivating sapphire gaze.

Ceres hummed and unbuckled Lucia’s belt before working the button on her trousers free. Lucia sighed as Ceres slid the pants down her shapely legs, allowing her fingers to trail behind and map Lucia’s smooth thighs and sculpted calves.

“You are beautiful, Lucia,” Ceres whispered against Lucia’s skin.

Lucia fondled Ceres’s ears, stroking and caressing them with deliberate intensity. “As are you.” Little jolts of lightning ignited from Lucia’s fingertips, flowing through Ceres’s sensitive ears and pleasantly tingling her scalp. “That one was intentional.”

Ceres’s breath caught in the back of her throat. Did Lucia understand just how wonderful that felt?

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.” Ceres cupped the backs of Lucia’s thighs and traced the graceful slope of her hip with her tongue. Another tiny shock. Keep going, the jolts seemed to say.

Sliding Lucia’s lacey underwear to the floor, Ceres followed the contours of Lucia’s abdomen with her lips until she hovered just between the young woman’s thighs. Am I moving too quickly?

“Please don’t stop,” Lucia breathed, drawing Ceres’s head closer to her body.

Excitement vibrated through Ceres’s tail as she slipped her tongue between Lucia’s folds. She cradled the lines beneath with delicate laps, drinking in her warmth like a beloved tonic. Her taste was intoxicating, and her moans encouraging. More bursts of lightning rewarded Ceres’s work, sliding down her spine and summoning goosebumps to her skin.

Ceres yearned to explore more. She parted Lucia’s thighs with her hand, teasing the awaiting depths with her fingers.

“Mmmnh.” Lucia’s fingers tightened in Ceres’s hair, and her hips rocked forward. “What a tease.”

Ceres eased her fingers into Lucia’s heat, her heart skipping when she found her slick with need. You truly are as desperate as I am. She rolled her tongue against Lucia’s clit, curling her fingers inward before thrusting them deeper.

Lucia gasped, and her thighs quivered. Her head lulled forward, and her hair tumbled around her neck.

Relishing in Lucia’s reactions, Ceres set a tantalizing rhythm, finding and kneading the places that forced her partner’s whimpers and ragged breaths. She greedily lapped away Lucia’s ecstasy and continued the measured strokes of her tongue.

“That’s so good.” Lucia’s tail coiled around her hips and caressed Ceres’s cheek. “If you continue like that, I—ah!”

Ceres wrapped Lucia’s tail around her free hand, strumming its length as she walked her fingers closer to its base. She could feel the tension growing between Lucia’s thighs, the slick skin beneath her tongue stiffening.

“I’m coming!” Lucia whimpered, her hands moving to Ceres’s shoulders as her back arched.

Ceres slid another finger inside of her before thrusting them upward, massaging hard against Lucia’s walls as she suckled her clit. Lucia clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling the carnal noises that tore from her throat. The trembling in her thighs intensified, and her entire being quivered against Ceres’s hand and tongue.

An overwhelming heat at Ceres’s core begged for attention as she fingered Lucia through her climax. Every convulsion of Lucia’s body and pulse of desire against Ceres’s tongue fueled the fire.

Lucia’s cries gradually quieted, and she dropped her hand from her mouth. Ceres leaned her head back and licked her lips, finding Lucia’s eyes glittering as she smiled down at her.

“I find myself wanting to call you my mistress,” Ceres admitted, praying it did not sound so foolish as that. She carefully removed her hand from Lucia’s body.

Lucia wriggled her hips and let out a breathy giggle. “Would that make you my pet?”

A shiver of delight raced down Ceres’s back. “I am whatever you wish for me to be.”

“Then stand up and remove your clothing, pet,” Lucia said, tearing her tunic over her head and stepping out of her pants and underwear. “I believe that you deserve a reward.” She held out her hand.

Ceres accepted it, her eyes lingering on Lucia’s lithe body and ample breasts as she stood. Lucia grinned and went to a wooden trunk near the cot before releasing the lock and throwing it open.

“Something else you need?” Ceres asked curiously. She unbuttoned her dress and let it fall to the floor before unhooking the clasps on her bra.

Lucia paused as she pilfered through the neatly stacked wardrobe. She chewed her lip as she glanced over her shoulder. “Promise you won’t think less of me?”

“That would be impossible,” Ceres replied, adding her underthings to the pile of clothing. She moved to Lucia’s cot and took a seat on the feathered bed.

“Alright.” Lucia nodded and returned to her search. “I have something I think you’ll enjoy.”

“You have my curiosity,” Ceres brushed her fingers along Lucia’s spine, memorizing the slender arch of her back, “Mistress.”

Lucia shivered. “An excellent pet indeed.” Her smile returned as she withdrew a long, smooth object that caught the dim glow of candlelight.

Glass? Ceres’s ears flicked forward with interest. It is shaped like— Heat rushed to her face and between her legs. “Oh!”

“W-we don’t have to use it.” Lucia quickly hid the implement behind her back. “I—”

Ceres leaned forward, brushed Lucia’s cheek, and kissed her. Lucia’s velvet lips responded in kind, and the tension in her shoulders relaxed. Her tongue begged at the gates of Ceres’s mouth and was enthusiastically matched.

Without breaking their kiss, Lucia grasped Ceres’s shoulder and pushed her backward onto the bed, crawling on top of her with the motion. Goosebumps sprung to life on Ceres’s skin, patterning her chest and stomach with tiny hills.

The cool touch of glass brushed against Ceres’s thigh, and she parted her legs. Lucia’s mouth traveled south, trailing kisses along Ceres’s chin, her throat, her collarbone, the top of her breast. Lucia enveloped her nipple as the thick instrument penetrated Ceres’s body.

Ceres gasped, burying her fingers in Lucia’s hair and spreading her thighs wider.

“Was I right?” Lucia asked against her chest. “Does my pet like it?”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” Ceres stammered between breaths.

Lucia nibbled Ceres’s skin and pushed the glass deeper, using her free hand to expend small sparks along Ceres’s flesh.

It was a congruent blend of sensations that made Ceres’s eyes roll back. She found it impossible to concentrate on one singular act that Lucia performed, which heightened each individual experience two-fold.

“My goodness. Will you take the whole thing?” Lucia mused.

“If my—ngh!—m-my Mistress will allow me,” Ceres managed. “Goddess above, that’s deep.”

“You can take it,” Lucia purred, nipping Ceres’s breast.

Ceres cried out as the tool reached farther inside of her than she believed possible. Small white circles burst before her vision, and her fingers scrambled for purchase along Lucia’s back.

“Shhh, now. We don’t want the whole camp to join in,” Lucia teased, lightly brushing her lips against Ceres’s. “I’m going to move it.”

Ceres lost control of her hips after the first thrust. Her body rocked against Lucia’s machinations with a mind of its own, rising and falling to meet any pace. Lucia stymied Ceres’s squeals with her kiss, urgently tonguing her throat in a dual penetration that made the world spin. It was as if Lucia controlled the very air she breathed, and Ceres was a willing servant.

As her muffled moans grew more desperate, the thrusts were more eager. She could feel every inch of glass as it advanced and retreated, the round tip colliding against her deepest reaches. A cool hand rested along her spine, summoning lightning to dance along her back.

I… I cannot…

“Come for me, pet,” Lucia whispered into her mouth.

Ceres succumbed to her climax, claiming Lucia’s kiss. Ecstasy saturated her nerves, and she bucked and throbbed in bliss beneath her Mistress. Sweat gleamed from her skin and dripped down the nape of her neck.

The convulsions slowed, and, one by one, Ceres’s thoughts returned. She stared up at Lucia, who stared back with a mouth-watering look of satisfaction.

“My, you are a delightful partner, Ceres,” Lucia said. She slowly drew the glass free from Ceres’s body.

Ceres shuddered, then giggled. “I believe I should be the one complimenting you.” She hesitated, breaking their gaze. Then she added quietly, “Mistress.”

Lucia smiled. “How many more days may I have my pet’s company?”

As many as you wish. Ceres blinked against the tiny voice. You are in the service of Sir Matt, lest you forget. “Until we arrive at Irisil, I believe.”

“Then we will make the best of them.” Lucia touched her forehead to Ceres’s.

Ceres hummed her agreement and pulled Lucia deep into her kiss.

Yes. We shall.