An expected guest arrives unexpectedly

The tavern reverted back to its usual ambiance, but there was a bit more of a buzz this time. The excitement was palpable. And of course it was directed at me. Well, mostly at the door. A number of patrons fell into the habit of turning away from their conversations every so often to glance impatiently at the door. It's not that big of a deal, right?

Dalia seemed plenty open, just like the rest of the city. Her outfit would have been considered moderate if it was actually buttoned up, or if the skirt didn’t have the highest leg slit known to man, or if you couldn’t see her sheer, black, lacey bra holding up her big boobs…holy shit she’s so hot. I start to pop another chub just thinking about her clicking through the door in her high heels.

Tilu is giving me a smirk from across the table and I have no idea what that means. It’s not in the Tilu handbook. YET.

“Well aren’t you a high value target,” she teases. I roll my eyes and fire back.

“You’ll have to get your piece of me while you still can, before I’m the talk of the town and you’ll have to wait in line.”

I take a sip of my mead and notice that it's almost gone. Taking initiative for once, I raise my mug to get the attention of one of the wandering wenches. A redhead, who introduces herself as Belle, stops by and leans down very close to my face. Her completely bare chest swings like a hypnotizing pendulum below and I can’t seem to take my eyes off them.

Belle leans in and greets me with a kiss, as per the instructions on my Card and moans in surprise as my lips connect. Her breathing immediately quickens and I hear a sharp intake of air through her nose. Her hands begin to roam as she pushes her tongue against my lips and I allow her access. She moans again and shakes slightly as my tongue and her’s intertwine. I pull back and look her in the eyes.

She’s a flushed and panting mess, her eyes unfocused. Did she just…cum from kissing me? The wench regains her focus and hastily straightens up and smoothes out her apron.

“Sorry about that dear, what can I getcha?”

“Just a refill of this apple mead that I was having, if it's not too much trouble?”

“Oh no, no trouble at all! Actually…you just gave me the amount of Lust Essence that you need to pay for the drink so here you go, handsome,” She taps her bracelet a couple times, points at my mug and it fills right up.

“Oh, thanks so much! So…” I don’t really know how to broach the subject of her cumming from her tongue being in my mouth.

She sighs, “Yes, you…made me cum from kissing me.” She looks embarrassed and glances to the side.

Something suddenly dawns on me and I reassure her, “Don’t worry, Belle, that happens sometimes with me. Nothing to be ashamed about.”

I reach out towards her left tit and give it a little grope and a squeeze and I place my mouth on her right nipple. She gasps, moans and groans as I work my magic and she cums lightly again without me ever touching her crotch. I pull her downwards into one last kiss on her lips.

“And there’s a little tip for you, cutie,” I flirt.

She blushes again and thanks me, turning around and walking away with an exaggerated sway to her hips.

There’s only one thing that happened in between my first couple of kisses and now, and that’s my nap. Or more specifically, my visit from Aphrotitty. She labeled me her champion and kissed me. My mouth felt really warm during the dream, I think as I try to recall.

The memory is hazy like all dreams but I close my eyes briefly and look inwards, taking stock of the blessings housed in my body. Sure enough, there’s an extra one there and it’s anchored right at the base of my tongue. Most of my blessings are anchored in my heart or my stomach or my dick, so any new one out of place pops out at me almost immediately.

A thought races through my brain. Oh no, did I accidentally classically condition Mia into thinking that she was falling in love with me? She kissed me a lot both before and after the nap. ‘Kissing you just feels so right’, she had said. It echoed in my head. Shit.

“Hey Tilu,” I start as I open my eyes to find that she is nowhere in sight.

Did she dip out on me because I wasn’t paying attention to her? People are difficult.

A downward spiral looms over my head and I feel it pushing down on my already exhausted consciousness. Then I feel a tremor of movement underneath the table and two distinct noises of surprise. I scoot my butt back to take a look and spy two familiar faces. Tilu is there, that’s a relief. It looks like she was trying to get a piece of me just as I suggested. And the second face was sitting below a pair of white kitty ears, twitching and flicking in irritation.

They both rubbed their faces, sat back on their haunches, looking at one another. They both seem equally confused before recovering and pointing at each other with an exclaimed, “You!”

Huh? Do they know each other? And how did she get in here without anyone noticing? I spotted one of the open windows scattered about the walls. Ahh...

“Oh, he was just talking about you, Nin! I thought his description of the ‘subbiest sub he's ever met’ sounded familiar, you little stockade sloot,” Tilu fired off immediately and I was instantly worried, ready to run damage control on this (cat)fight.

But Nin only laughed a little kitty laugh that sounded like a ‘Nya ha ha’ (that shit is adorable, oh my goddess) and fired back. “I see you’re still crawling the tavern trenches looking for unsucked dicks, you pint-sized cum guzzler! Sorry, but I already sucked this schlong, tough luck.” She gives an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders with a shit eating grin on her face.

Something gives me the impression that she’s not sorry in the slightest. Her shrug brought to attention that she’s actually wearing clothes now and I give her a quick once over.

She’s wearing a criss crossed halter top made up of a brown fabric with various designs sewn in it. It goes up and down and around her neck and back and it was almost dizzying to find where the fabric actually started or ended. Her muscular shoulders and arms are completely exposed along with her entire midriff and a small triangle of skin on her chest. Her bountiful bosoms are so snugly tucked into it that she’s spilling just the right amount of side boob and cleavage. I follow the line of her abs down, down, down her long torso to her bottoms. They’re made of the same soft, and probably stretchy, fabric that the top is and reveal just as much of her dark, toned body. It’s really just a thong with some extra steps. The t-back is being absolutely devoured by her meaty buttocks and the front is cut so low that the v-line on the front of her hips is clearly visible. You don’t need a hole for your tail if it's so low cut that it doesn’t even reach your tailbone, clever. If she normally wore footwear, it was nowhere to be seen.

My conclusion: this is a good outfit. Ten out of ten.

I’m brought out of my reverie as Tilu launches herself at the catgirl in as good of a tackle that one can do while under a table. I spring into action and dive under there with them, my bench seat clattering to the ground behind me. I grab a hold of the back of Nin’s top and the hood of Tilu’s robe.