Send Laura to check up on Sir Galren

For the most part you've been trying to keep you Bast worshiping catgirls away from the guests, but Sir Galren is pretty low on the inquisitorial totem pole. He's also in bed with four catgirls, so you decide it's safe enough to send Laura, the catgirl who was listening in on him, to 'check up' on Vania's whereabouts. And Vania was last seen with a certain young knight, so...

You kiss Lessia awake, which nets you a very happy smile. Then you link up your resonator to the roots in the wall of the guest room. Of all places in the manor the guest rooms are of course the most carefully prepared for eavesdropping. Sandra snuggles up to Lessia's other side, the red furred troublemaker eager to listen in on one of her proteges. Laura looks a lot like Helena, with soft white fur, green eyes and a thin tail. Despite being one of your older catgirls she's a born troublemaker. She can act all innocent and virginal, but Laura's personality is close to Sandra - proving that not every white furred kitty is a good girl. Laura is friends with Vania and was a little unhappy that she got stuck listening to the steamy action last night rather than getting to participate. It only seemed fair to give her the chance to introduce herself to Sir Galren.

Rather early in the morning Laura skips up the stairs, two at a time, ready for her date with destiny. The listening roots are so sensitive you can hear her footfalls through the closed door. Then a soft knock. Then a louder knock. Finally, some of the room's inhabitants stir. Sir Galren, probably exhausted from last night, manages little more than an "Umh?" before one of the catgirls gets up and heads to the door. She has it unlocked before the knight can put together any more words.

"Oh, hi Casmira!" says Laura. You hear the door close again - you advised Laura to get inside as fast as possible and close the door so Sir Galren would feel less threatened or embarrassed. As soon as she's inside she says "Hey Nancy. There you are Vania! Oh, and Flora too...". You smile - you didn't tell her to do it, but Laura has very smoothly let you, Lessia and Sandra know exactly who's caught Sir Galren's eye.

"Miss, I can assure you..." says Sir Galren, but his heart isn't in it. The situation is devastatingly obvious.

"Oh I can tell. You four look rather pleased with yourselves."

"Yeah," says one of the catgirls dreamily.

"And you didn't think to invite your best friend to this party?"

"Aw, I tried to find you," says one girl - Nancy. You manage to place the voice, Nancy gets a particular whiny pitch in her voice when she's lying.

"Sure, sure, I bet you tried really hard." says Laura. "But at least you could introduce me?"

"Yeah. I mean, you weren't in any of the usual spots," says Nancy, trying to cover for herself. You know Nancy has been particularly **** for a cock. She's the one who's about seven months through a twin pregnancy. Then you hear some movement and Nancy says "Sir Galren, may I introduce Laura. Laura, Sir Galren." Very good, looks like someone's been brushing up on her etiquette.

"Pleasure to meet you," says Laura. "I came searching for Vania. Apparently you told Julia you would practice polite dinner conversation with her this morning?"

"Oh no, I kind of forgot."

"Mmmm, but for all the right reasons. Don't worry, you still have some time left. Julia just hadn't seen you around and that got me thinking."

"Oh, that's interesting," says Sandra from beside you. "I didn't know Julia was getting that interested in men."

"It's been developing slowly," says Doe, who's come up behind you. She slips an arm around your waist and nuzzles your neck. "Julia has been getting more interested the bigger her belly gets. Just like Yvonne."

"Oh shut up," says Yvonne from across the room, but you can tell she's just kidding. Your tall blonde kitten is starting to finally, really accept how much motherhood suits her.

"Shhhh," says Bethany, who's listening intently at the resonator. All of you go back to listening.

"...no, I promise I won't tell. But look, I have to go or someone else is going to be looking for me."

"Alright," says Sir Galren.

"Okay. But I'll see you later, right?" asks Vania.

"Yes."

"Okay great. Bye."

"Actually, I should get moving too," says Flora. "I've got to go take care of my two babies at the nursery. And share some milk for other girls who have more children to feed."

"Well, of course," says Sir Galren.

"But I really want to spend more time with you."

"Yes. Yes, I also want to spend more time with you miss Flora."

"Aw, it sounds so cute when you call me miss. Thanks! I'll, I'll find you, don't worry."

"I don't have to go," says another catgirl, sounding quite eager and hopeful.

"Oh, Casmira, you found someone you like?" asks Laura, sounding every bit as sultry as Sandra. "But first, Sir Galren... you seem to like my friends, but do you like me too?" You hear the soft swish of fabric. Probably a dress slipping off a fur coated body and falling gently to the carpet.

"I... you too?" asks the confused knight.

"Yes, me too. Almost every catgirl in this place would like to 'spend some time' with a young, handsome man like yourself." After a feigned moment of confusion Laura asks, "You must get this kind of attention from human girls, no?"

"Well, you see most human women, that is all the human women I would be interested in, don't take kindly to a man sleeping with their best friends."

After a pregnant pause Laura asks "Why not?" in her most innocent voice. "I can see how Casmira was moving when she went back to bed just now. Like her hips are made of water. She was so tense yesterday. Why wouldn't I want some of that for myself?"

Nancy chimes in, "I think Lord John mentioned that human girls expect one man to pay all his attention to one woman. Because there are about the same number of human men and women. But he said catgirls aren't like that cause we have about seven to nine catgirls for every catboy."

"Oh, right! So there you go Sir Galren. I guess catgirls are just different. Now... do you mind if I get a little closer? I'd like to get very, very close if you'll let me."

Nancy sighs. "I'd fight you for him, but right now I have to pee. Cas, can you let me out? And don't worry Sir Galren, I'll be back. And I won't tell anybody anything."

"Miss Laura, I must ask. You, er, don't appear to be with child. Is that a concern?"

Without skipping a beat Laura replies, "Yes, I guess it's a concern. I'd love to 'be with child'. I just want to find myself a big, strong man who's going to protect me."

"Ah, yes. But what I meant was, do we need to take precautions?"

"For what?"

"Well, to keep you from getting pregnant."

"OH! No, no, that's not a problem. I wasn't even thinking about it. Listen, human men and catgirls can't make babies together. Not unless a mage casts a spell. So we can do... ahhhh... anything you like."

"Oh God," says Sir Galren. From the sound of it you're sure his prick is now buried inside Laura's sopping wet pussy. She's been horny for months and she probably fingered herself to sleep last night just dreaming about this young knight's shaft. From there the sounds get more and more energetic. You get to watch Lessia's blush creep in, but you keep listening.

Eventually, there's the sound of a very eager catgirl getting off. Then more sex and Sir Galren moans, "Oh God, oh God!" as he cums. Laura keeps riding him until she gets to mewl with pleasure once again.

"Mmmm, I can't wait for my turn," says Casmira. She's probably been pleasuring herself on the sidelines.

"Well you'll have to wait at least a little while," pants Sir Galren.

"Oh, wow, that was so good," says Laura. "I want that all the time."

A knock on the door, some whispers, and Nancy returns. She, too, wants round two.

"Mercy," says Sir Galren.

"Oh, I can find her for you. She'd probably love to get invited," says Laura.

"Not what I meant."

"Well, it's up to you of course... but Mercy? She's a tall and slender, she's got white fur like mine but with little black tufts at the tips of her ears and tail. And she's got these smoky, violet eyes. She's big and strong, but she's so shy and cute when we talk about men. Oh, and her tummy's barely even showing."

"I... God help me. You're a monster. How can I say no?"

"I don't want you to say no. We all like 'Yes' a lot more. Especially if that's an answer to Lord John's request for nobles to help take care of us poor catgirls. Handsome Sir Galren, you wouldn't happen to have space in your home... and your heart, for six lonely, orphan catgirls and their children, would you?" There's a sound that you assume is a long, sensual kiss. Then she asks "Or more than six? If we aren't enough for you. We do have more friends, if you wish."

"I'll have to find some way to make sure people don't assume that we're doing... exactly what we'll be doing. But yes, I'll find a way to help you, I promise."

"That's so wonderful!" says Nancy. "Oh, if you don't have enough beds we can sleep in a big pile if we have to. It's actually really comfy... as you found out last night."

You let the connection to the listening roots fade and lie back, satisfied. You turn your head just far enough to see Lessia, her ears burning. "It's all for the best, darling," you tell her.

"I know. But it almost seems mean setting Laura on such an innocent man."

"Maybe, but I can only deal with so many devious women," you reply, laughing and hugging Lessia.

"Aw, are you talking about me?" asks Sandra. "Cause compliments will get you everywhere." And with that, she swallows your cock.