Watch Patrick's farewell

You're ticking off items in your mental to-do list when Sandra sneaks up on you and tugs your arm. For a woman who's more than nine months pregnant she's shockingly stealthy. "Come on. You don't want to miss the big goodbye, do you?" She's practically dancing and her tail is going wild. You know exactly what she's after. Sandra has become downright obsessed with Patrick and his 'niece' Emilie's relationship. You imagine she was the girl who always needed drama and excitement, spying on neighbors and listening to all the best gossip.

But here at the mansion there are just two men and gossip is hard to come by. Still, there's every reason to keep your sexy minx satisfied. Just to tease you spin her around and pull her against you, running your fingers through her red-orange belly fur. "Are you sure you want to watch? I bet you could tell later from the look on his face."

She purrs and lightly runs her fingers and claws over the backs of your hands. "Please? I'll do something naughty."

"You can't do much that's naughty in your condition."

"Just start scrying and let me show you that a redheaded, redblooded catgirl's naughtiness knows no bounds," she says, unlacing her skimpy dress and letting it fall to the floor. "Here, make the window right here," she gestures at the end of a nearby chaise longue.

You shake your head and summon up a magical portal that provides a view with sound and color. Sandra really doesn't appreciate how much it generally costs to get a mage to create on of these. Not that she ever needs to worry. Sandra kneels on the chaise and lets her overstuffed belly rest against the fabric, her back bowed down and her tail lazily sweeping back and forth above her. "Name your pleasure darling," she moans. "Take my pussy, take my ass, whatever you wish as long as I get to see this."

"You're so sure they're going to make love before he leaves?" you ask. You take up position behind her and start to rub her belly once again, drawing a contented sigh.

"I think 'make love' is far too sensual for what I expect. I think little miss prude is going to snap and flip him onto the bed. She's going to ride him till he can't walk straight."

"Let's hope he fares better than that." A little more delicate petting to drive Sandra crazy. "After all, we do need him in fine form for the days ahead."

"Well... uuummnn, I, ohhh. Mmm, baby," she says, head lowering to the chaise as she pants furiously.

You've definitely warmed her up, all without touching her breasts or her pussy.

"Right on time - looks like the show's about to start." What neither of you can see, but which you can perceive through your link to the mansion, is that Patrick is approaching the door. Sandra perks up and you set about toying with her tail, deliberately edging her as she tries to watch her real life opera.

...meanwhile, in the set of rooms you gave to Emilie...

"Emmie - sorry I'm back so late."

She folds her arms and asks, "what the hell have you been doing? And why are you dressed like that?"

Patrick brushes his traveling clothes and looks a little at a loss for words. He's been practicing this, though neither you nor Sandra have been helping him. Seducing his 'niece' is his own project. He's free to make up whatever he likes. "The mage - he's taking me somewhere."

"What? Where?"

"I don't know for sure."

"For how long?"

"He didn't say exactly," says Patrick, injecting a little flutter of worry into his tone. He goes outside again and hauls in the chest you gave him. A good week's worth of high quality travel rations, almost exclusively meat. "But he gave me this. I think you're getting the better supplies, actually. Just a second." He leaves and returns again with a small cart, stocked with a variety of soup broths mixes, herbs, vegetables, pastas, bread and some ale.

"And you've got to go?" she says, voice softening, the missed dinner long forgotten.

He nods. "He hasn't said where exactly, but wish me luck. I get the feeling he might be looking for someone else to, um, test this on." He gestures toward himself. "He doesn't say much, but I'm getting the feeling that he wants some specific person or some particular hair or skin color or something. But if he doesn't find someone to his liking..."

That makes her tense up something fierce. "Then you've got to do it. Godspeed and the Devil's own luck for you Patrick," she says, giving him a hug. The first hug either of you have witnessed.

"Even though it means someone else, maybe some other girl is going to change like this?"

"Yes, if it must be..." she starts to answer.

"Is it really so horrible?" he asks, feigning hurt.

"N...No, Pat. But please, I don't want... I mean... damn it! Why did he have to do this to you?"

"I know, I know."

"And why do you have to be so good about it? And, and, if it had been me... Patrick I think I would have killed myself. I just, I can't." She buries her head in his shoulder, crying. Finally, after a long time she whispers, "Please?"

"Of course Emilie." He runs his fingers through her hair until she stops shaking and adds "You know I'd do anything for you."

"I know. I guess I forgot, but deep down I do know that." Her big red eyes look up at him and she thumps his shoulder. "I was so mad at you." She goes back to hugging him, doing it more now to keep herself on her feet.

"I was mad at you too. All those dreams we had as children, they just went away for you - you got other dreams. I never did and I guess I blamed you for that."

She hugs him tighter and starts to cry more. She tries to say something but she's too choked up to manage it.

Patrick carries her over to the bed and lays her down. "No more talk of killing yourself. I'll be back soon enough. Just remember, it shouldn't be more than a week or so."

"How can you take this so well?!?" she finally manages to gasp.

"Well... no girl is going to want me now, but it doesn't matter. The girl I really wanted already turned me down after I made a horrible mistake, so it doesn't matter anymore." With that he gives her a kiss and leaves with the chest of supplies.

As he's closing the door Emilie reaches out from the bed, as if she can somehow reach the many feet to the door and stop him from going. Then she pounds her pillow furiously for a few seconds before throwing herself on her back. She starts whispering, "No, no... please don't say that. I was angry about... everything. P...Patrick, please, I was in a cage. The slaver kept taunting me. And then the mage..."

She goes back to sobbing for a while. Finally she wipes her tears away and mumbles to herself, "I was just one mistake, wasn't it? One really big mistake." She wraps her arms around her shoulders and whispers, "Please come back safe" before she curls up in a ball and goes to sleep.

...back on the chaise...

"Awww - fuck that's hot!" shouts Sandra as your roving fingers drive her over the edge. She cums and cums while watching Emilie tearing up over her cousin.

"Which part?" you ask, curious about the tastes your redheaded sex kitten is developing.

"Oh, the makeup sex will be so wild. And she's gonna be so worried when her belly starts to grow."

You rub her ears and flip her on her back. "And you like it when girls get worried?"

"Oh, when prudish girls find out they can't hide their tummy... that's so good." She rubs her own stomach for emphasis. "And I always love the cute sounds girls make when they do something naughty and try to hide how much they like it."

"You have quite the buffet then - first Helena, now Bethany and Lessia."

"Mmmm, you always get me the best presents. But speaking of presents, what do you want me to do for you?"

"Nothing. You already did it. Tonight I wanted to watch a sexy mother of my children cum all over herself."

"Tease. I was looking forward to some nice hard fucking."

"Best not to with how big you're getting. Tell you what - here's what I'd like you to do: go up to the bedroom..."

"Uh huh," she says, grinning.

"Bring some plates of food..."

"Uh huh"

"Then pick someone you fancy and start licking them out. Get an orgy going and make sure Lessia, Bethany and Alice get to appreciate it."

"Mmmm, we're all going to be dead in the morning. Good thing the wedding isn't till the day after," she says, snickering. "You trying to tire us all out so you can keep up?"

"I'm sending a lot of power Patrick's way. We can't afford a failure there. And closer to home I'll be doing more for the wedding as the day dawns."

"If you need a harem of catgirls fucked into orgasmic bliss," she says, getting up, "then you've got to send a catgirl to do a man's work." She gives you a long, smoky kiss and adds "You still owe me at least one bed-shaking, screaming, purring orgasm before I push out out our little darlings." With that she leaves, her hips rocking from side to side in a way that would put a belly dancer to shame.