6+ Yes, you defeat the Horror

You dive into the core of the beast. The cthuloid horror immediately senses the danger. Tentacles and tongues begin to whip and whirl around you, threatening to grab your body and limbs. You twist and turn and dodge and counter attack. Three of the appendages are severed along the way, though they are just replaced by others and still others. You stay focused on your ultimate destination.

You see a glimmer of hope in the young cat girl's eyes as she sees you come. She grunts as the tongue thing in her mouth and the big one down below slip out of her to turn their attention to you.

Tentacles whip at you, trying to grab you. Their own innate slipperiness aids you in escaping their clutches. Beneath your feet you feel the floor now is like a thick rubber mat. You believe you are standing on the main body of the creature. The water here is not so deep. You fight with all you had. It was kill or be killed now. You leap once more toward your target.

"AAAUURRR!"

With a mighty battle cry you come down and plunge your best attack down into the water and into the root of that thick central tentacle. You feel it make contact with a most satisfying squelching sound. You lurch to the side as the creature's entire body spasms. It's many eyes bulge and roll around. The mass of tentacles all begin to shake and vibrate in place. You had it effectively paralyzed. You then attack again, and again, and again. Each attack driving deeper into the horror.

You hear a splash as the Cat Folk woman is released and drops into the water.

The tentacles suddenly shoot out in all directions, spasm one last time, then fall limply one by one into the cold murky water. The central one flops flaccidly to the side and its eye rolls back to become a pure sickly yellow.

The creature was dead.

You stand panting. You were a bruised from the whipping and attempts at grabbing you, but otherwise you were in good shape.

You look to see the woman was struggling mightily just to stand, just to keep her head above water. You rush over and lift her up in your arms.

She looks at you with her green cat eyes. She was battered and exhausted from her struggles. All she can manage is a soft. "...thank you..." Before she succumbs and passes out. Her head falls to your chest.

She was light. Built for speed and agility. Like a cat.

You look down at her, such a pretty little thing. Poor girl. You look around for a place to set her down. The best you can manage to find is spot near the center where a large mass of tentacles had clustered to form a little island of sorts sticking up from the water. You walk to it and gently lie her down. She lets out a sad mewling sound as she feels your body pull back from hers.

You look her over. Her lean body was still slime covered. She had a few bruises on her arms and legs and you were sure her pussy and ass were probably feeling none too good. Otherwise she seemed in good shape. Her lovely pouting breasts rose and fell with her deep breathing. Well, you did what you could for her.

You turn to leave and hear her mewl once more.

"...mewww..."

You stop. Looking around you wondered where you were. What segment of the real world was this place? Was it safe to leave her here like this? You think. As far as you knew you hadn't any sort of time limit and it seemed these slices of the real world lasted in the dungeon just as long as you were in the room. You decide you could wait a bit. At least to allow her to wake up before you go.

You turn back and look at her. Poor girl.

Taking some of the water in your cupped hands you carefully clean her body of the ooze. Thankfully it came off fairly easily. Her flesh was soft, smooth, and oh so warm to the touch. Her natural body temperature definitely higher than your own. You are thorough though respectful, treating her lady parts with an especially tender touch. She mews softly in her sleep.

"...mew...mew..."

You take whatever dry cloth you could find on your clothes and equipment to dab dry her off. You look around the room. There were no more threats here. You were safe. Taking off your clothes and equipment you lay them out here and there to allow them to dry. The icy water was sapping your heat.

Finally, when all was done, you crawl up onto the little island and lay beside the Cat Folk woman. You have to hold her in your arms for both of you to fit onto the area.

Laying there, feeling her warm body against you, you stare up to the ceiling and just enjoy this calm moment. How much more did the dungeon have in store for you? Would Grim truly give you another chance at life? Was this all simply for his amusement? Your hands lightly stroke the woman's shoulder as your mind wanders.

You feel and then hear a low steady rumble vibrate through the little cat girl's body. She was purring! Still sound asleep she snuggles into you more and purrs. Her face was at peace, a small smile playing around the lips.

Purrrrr...purrrr...purrrr.

The sound was so soothing. So relaxing. You continue to stroke her and listen to her purrs. It is not long until you doze off yourself.

...

"...mew...mew...purrrr...mew..."

You slowly come back to consciousness to feel the girl's naked body still pressed tight to yours. Now however, she also had your cock in her hand! Stroke, stroke, stroke, her velvety soft palm and fingers move gingerly up and down your manhood.

You blink awake. "Hmm?"

She looks up at you and smiles. "Mew."

You smile back. "Well...hello there."

"Mew. Thank you." She says in a soft meowing voice. "You saved me."

You pet her bare back. "You're welcome. And...um...what is this? My reward?"

She nods. "I have nothing else, mew. Purrrrrr. I would offer more but..." She looks to the dead tentacles around you. "...I'm sore."

You take in a long breath through your nose and allow your body to just completely relax as you savor the gentle handjob. "Mmmm, that's okay. This feels real nice."

Purrrr...purrrr...purrrr. Her body rumbles against you, her supple breasts pressing into your side and stomach.

Stroke...stroke...stroke. Her hand moves in a smooth unhurried motion.

You consider asking her name, her situation, what she was doing here. But really there was nothing you would be able to do with that information. You decide to just enjoy the moment.

"Mew." She nuzzles and licks your chest, her tongue was raspy but not unpleasantly so. "Mew." She licks again. Before long she is lapping gently at your skin. You feel her other hand begin to knead in rhythm with her stroking hand.

Purrrrr. Stroke...stroke...stroke.

You bring your other hand across and run your fingers through her hair. It was so soft, like a well groomed housecat's fur. You pet her head and scratch behind her ear. Her purring picks up. Her kneading and stroking get a bit faster.

"Mew." She says happily.

Her rough little tongue had centered in on a nipple. The hint of a sharp rasp to it sends delightful sensations through that tender part of your body. Your left hand remains petting her back as you bring your right down through her downy dark hair, down over her shoulder and chest, and then to her handful of a soft breast. You feel it, fondling it with utmost tenderness.

"Mew! Mreow!"

Purrrrrrrr. Stroke...stroke...stroke.

Your naked bodies held tight together you lie there. Her pleasantly hot rumbling flesh pressed into yours. You pet her and caress her as she continues to lap and knead and nuzzle and stroke you.

Your breath was coming out sudden gusts. You could feel that familiar pressure build. You hold her in your arms and close your eyes and just let it happen. As your passion escalated so did the deep powerful purring. She shook your body now, everything vibrated to her contented rumbling. She sensed you were close and focused her entire attention now to her stroking hand. Rubbing you fast and with a bit more pressure to take you over the top. Everything tightens and tenses.

PURRRRRRR. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.

You take a big breath in...and then.... "Hhhhhaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

Your tense body sudden releases and a long jet of your seed shoots up your stomach. The end of the creamy rope laid down across the girl's smiling face.

"Mreow!"

"Ungh...ungh!" Your hips move with her hand and you deposit your manly wad onto your bare skin.

You are just finishing as she shifts down and eagerly laps up your man milk as thirstily as a kitten with a saucer of cream.

"Nrum...nreow...num." Lick, lick, lick, lick. Each tickling lap of her textured tongue taking up a section of your mess. She laps, laps, laps, her way down to your turgid member and even laps the jizm right from your tip.

Before you knew it you were done and so was she. Her tongue bath leaving you clean as could be.

"Mmmmmm." You moan happily. "That was nice."

She comes back up and hugs you tight. You hug her back. Her titties press just wonderfully into your chest. She looks up at you with a cute wide eyed expression.

"Mew." She smiles.

"Mew to you too."

Both of you knew this was goodbye. Neither of you could go with or even help the other. You kiss her forehead and get up. She curls up on her little island and watches you. She licks the side of her hand and rubs her nose a few times, then once behind a furry pointed ear. You gather your belongings and reequip yourself.

You look at her curled up there, watching you with her feline grin, and smile back.

"Goodbye, and good luck."

She nods and stretches out her lissome body. "Mreow. You too. Goodbye, and thank you my hero. Mew."

You turn, take a deep breath, then walk boldly toward your next challenge.