Jenny Date 1, Part 3: Unplanned Cat-Girl Cunnilingus

Mineko

The others are watching the screen.

Mineko is watching her mistress. Sure, she can see the others in her periphery, but her attention is on her mistress. The way her thighs press together, as if she is holding back the effects of her arousal. That just won’t do.

Her ears swivel as she scurries down onto the floor. If Mineko was introspective, she might have wondered at how much progress she has made since she first entered the Mistress Suite. Back then, she had to be forced to sit on the furniture like a person instead of crawling down on the floor. Now, they barely have to remind her that she’s people, too.

There are, of course, advantages to being used to be on the floor. She silently sneaks over to in between her mistress’s legs. One of the humans on screen are talking about this being his first time to lie with another man. The others react with coos and sighs and the like.

Not Mineko, though. She is too busy using her kitty paw to gingerly pull aside Mona’s panties. And there it is, Mona’s purr-fect pussy. The nekomata gasps at it. Helpfully, the screen has something worth gasping about, so no one hears her. Mineko leans forward, kitty tongue at the ready. Mona tastes purr-fect, as expected.

Mona looks down, meeting Mineko’s eyes. She whispers, just loud enough for the nekomata to hear, “What are you doing, my precious Mineko?”

“Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick,” is all Mineko says before she starts to follow her own command in earnest. She starts along Mona’s outer folds, in a long single stroke. Then she repeats, then repeats again. She slowly works her way in, tasting every inch of her mistress.

Mona presses the flat of her hand into the back of Mineko’s head, pulling her in while trying to ensure the nail polish dries correctly. The cat-girl leans in deeper, applying more pressure with her tongue. Mona whimpers above her. The nekomata’s heart soars at the sound. Mona is happy! I am doing a good job!

Mineko wants more of those rewarding noises. She finds the little nub of nerves and focuses on it. Her tongue flicks it while her mouth wraps around the area and sucks. Her little snaggletooth lightly scratches her tongue as she works, but that is nothing to worry about.

“OH, FUCK!” Mona exclaims, through she tried to swallow it. Mona’s eyes are focuses on Mineko. Mineko stares back, smiling as best she can while servicing her mistress’s purr-fect pussy.

“Like, what are you, like, doing, Mineko?”

“Cunnilingus, it appears...” Andromeda answers, voice more than a little husky.

Mineko keeps up her erotic efforts. She is going to make Mona cum. Her tongue lavishes that nub. Mona’s thighs squeeze down on the nekomata’s head; right before the pressure gets to be too much, Mona’s body turns to jelly.

“Good... kitty...” Mona manages to gasp.

Mineko’s tails wiggle. I did a good job! I am a good kitty! Good kitty gets pets! She hops beside Mona, looking in anticipation.

“Nails are, like, totally dry, gal pals,” Jenny muddles.

The pets come. Goooooood kiiiiittttttty...

Tegan

“Welcome back to the world of the living, Tegan.”

Great. The blue freak is here to taunt me. Could today get any worse? Tegan doesn’t bother to lift her head. It is throbbing at her anyways. She, as best she can tell, is tied to some perverted sex restraint. Her legs are held fast by cuffs at her ankles. A pair of handcuffs hold her wrists together, with the cuff chains threading between her legs; one hand is by her crotch, the other by her butt. Silken rope lashes her to the device by her waist. She feels a heavy padded collar wrapped around her neck, which keeps her from leaning too far forward.

The blue freak lifts Tegan’s chin up. The pain subsides as Tegan feels healing magic flow through her. “I have to commend you. Most of the time when people pull that stunt, they are trying to find a way out of the Hotel. You were trying to find a way into the Suite so you could spend time with your mistress. It is quite sweet, in a way.”

Tegan hocks a loogie at the blue freaks face. It lands, only for another wave of magic to wipe it away.

“You make it really hard to be nice to.”

“Fuck you, freak!”

The blue freak sighs and lets go of Tegan’s chin. “Case in point. Whelp, enjoy your night in the brig. Someone will be down to let you out in time for the morning meeting. But, I suppose that I should give you a bit of a reward for your initiative. Enjoy!”

Tegan starts to bark another insult, only to watch the blue freak dissolve into mist. In her place, an illusion appears. Her fiancée and the others at the party on the couches in the Suite?

What the? Tegan is stunned by what she sees. When her brain turns back on, so does her anger.

They are all in their underwear! It’s so degenerate! Of course the terrorist bitch and the cat are just in those pervy thongs. I’m not not staring at Gaia’s tits. Nope. I’m perfectly straight. The homewrecker is in that disgusting leather getup I saw her take this afternoon; the way it clings to her is... ugh! How is what Andromeda is wearing count as underwear. Or clothes, for that matter. The bitch that didn’t invite me is the only one even remotely appropriate.

Mona’s heaving bosom, with MY ring still sitting at the top of her cleavage, is not also distracting me. Nope. Still straight. Her bare thighs aren’t catching my notice in the slightest. Nope.

The illusion projects Mona’s voice. “Can we skip to Galahad’s first date night?”

Tegan doesn’t pay attention to the details of the conversation. She is too busy stewing. What are they watching? Something perverted, no doubt. Those skanks are such a bad influence on Mona...

Then, she sees the cat skitter from the couch to between Mona’s legs. The cat pulls her fiancée’s panties aside. She starts to lap at her sex. Even the cat betrays me? Does nobody respect my claim on her?

“What are you doing, my precious Mineko?”

Tegan’s eye twitches at the title. It is too close to her precious Kevin. It twitches more when the cat gives her pervy response and keeps on licking. Then, Mona pulls the cat’s face closer.

How DARE she...

Tegan gasps, audibly. She finds her fingers pressing into her sex, pumping in and out of her. She finds her other hand groping the butt cheek it can reach. She finds that she can’t stop, that she doesn’t want to stop. She needs to keep watching. The idea of two people, even two women, doing something like that where she can watch, perfectly hidden away...

She moans, “WHHHHHHYYYYYYY?”

The range freak whistles, watching, and waves. “You wanna know, Ire Bags?”

“Tell me!” Tegan barks.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Now!”

“Well, since you used that magic word, I hope you can read Deep Speech.”

She flings a piece of paper, which falls, text side up, on the ground near her feet. The words hurt to even look at: [Remember your I Was a Highway(wo)man transformation? Stuff like this will trigger it. X-P] Tegan growls, unable to read it, then finds herself drawn back to the cat licking her fiancée. Mona’s outburst hits Tegan straight into the warm feeling in her tummy. Her fingers work harder, unbidden.

I shouldn’t be... of course it’s fine. I’m pleasuring myself to my fiancée. It doesn’t matter that she is a woman and I am straight. Fiancées don’t count...

She keeps staring at the illusion, watching Mona get closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers keep striking those spots inside her than make her tummy want to explode. She can’t help it. It feels too good to stop.

Her climax hits her, hard, right as she watches Mona fall apart on screen. Her fingers are drenched with her own sticky juices; her hands fall limp. She is so tired right now.

Still... perfectly... straight...

Winter

The second wave looks... familiar. In addition to the quasits, there are a couple of well-hung magenta skinned demons. Harith looks pissed as he growls, “Really? Fuck.”

“C’mon boys and girls, come here on your knees like good little toys,” one of them purr.

Winter dashes towards the other one, Frozen Needle slipping between a couple of ribs. If the incubus had a need to breathe, it would be in a bunch of trouble. The black ichor pouring out of the wound helps.

Tessa... tries for a joke? “Hey, asshat: What kind of meat would a vegetarian incubus eat in a cloister? Nun!”

The incubus looks stunned by its badness. Winter’s drow mistress moves her Spiritual Weapon and starts on the quasit adds. The slash of the silvery blade is only glancing, as it had to reach a bit past where it could travel to injure the thing. The follow-up hit of Guided Bolt smacks into the demon, causing it to glow silver.

Harith charges at the stunned demon, Alanis flashing. The incubus in front of Winter became a more important focus. “That bull has nothing on me. Let me fill you and bring you to ecstasy.”

Winter can feel the pull. He hears the quasit near his side fall, but it doesn’t matter. Only the demon before him does. The drow smirks, snarling, “Fuck off.” The follow-up pierces the fake asshole’s cock. It screams in agony as it dissolves into ash. Don’t you DARE insult my sexy bull.

Tessa is moving, Thunder swinging in a wide arc. The quasit explodes on contact and the incubus staggers in pain. Her follow-through cuts a narrow slash into the incubus’s thigh. A mundane blade is not nearly as good against these foes. Might be time for her to just go buy a second magic scimitar, at this point.

The Spiritual Weapon is once again out of position; Caoimhe moves it closer, then fires off another Guiding Bolt. It glances off of the incubus’s shoulder, but it does knock him off-balance enough for Alanis to strike true. The first slash bisects the demon’s pec, the sound of cracking bones makes Winter wince. The second sinks deep into the demon’s thigh and that was enough to cause it to dissolve into ash.

The final wave appears to the side of them; the quasits are barely registered, as the thing in the middle is a problem. A fucking barlgura? The giant orangutan demon bellows out a roar and Winter is already running to it. This is fucking insane, even by play delve standards. His blade hits true, as he slips the blade in and up from the demon’s belly. If it needed a heart, it would be dead instantly. Unfortunately, the demon doesn’t need a heart. Tessa moves, spinning as she slices into the barlgura’s flank twice, swinging around his counter-punch, and moves to post up in front of the far quasit. Caoimhe once again moves her silvery blade, this time to the near quasit, then between her sword swipe and a burst of moonfire, removes a foe.

The barlgura focuses down on Winter. It lunges with its teeth, nipping at his shoulder. The first punch is somewhat dodged, the second is somewhat blocked. It hurts, but not too badly. Then Harith, with a “Hoar curse you, you damn dirty ape!”, gets into the fray. He makes a leaping hammer blow, stabbing Alanis into one of the ape demon’s foot, then drags the blade out between the toes. He spins and gives the monster a backhanded slash through the gut and it falls. Some red and black half-plate armor appears in the heap of ash.

After an embarrassing amount of hits to drop the last foe, the foursome gather around.

Caoimhe: +1 XP (Killed 4 Level 1 monsters, x0.2 penalty [overleveled], all rounded down at the end. Insufficient XP. Have a pity point.)

Harith: +8 XP (Killed 2 Level 1 monsters, x0.2 penalty [overleveled], Killed 1 Level 4 monster, x0.8 penalty [overleveled], Killed 1 Level 5 monster, all rounded down at the end.)

Tessa: +1 XP (Killed 4 Level 1 monsters, x0.2 penalty [overleveled], all rounded down at the end. Insufficient XP. Have a pity point.)

Winter: +3 XP (Killed 2 Level 1 monsters, x0.2 penalty [overleveled], Killed 1 Level 4 monster, x0.8 penalty [overleveled], all rounded down at the end)

Harith picks up the armor. “We got 250 BP to split. Tessa, you have Identify? I don’t.”

The sea elf shakes her head no. Harith sighs, pocketing the armor. “Then that means our magic item nerds are all at the party upstairs. I guess I’ll bother one of them after the meeting in the morning. Tessa, if you are going to keep up the two-weapon fighting, you need to get a magic weapon to replace that off-hand one. There are enough options that will resist mundane weapons that it is going to be a hindrance.”

Harith exits the delve, letting the three of them split the money. Caoimhe shrugs, then Tessa gets the bulk of the BP, as Harith’s advice was good. Winter loops an arm around his drow mistress and the both of them head upstairs.

Caoimhe grabs Winter’s butt as they ascend the stairs. She growls, voice a bit husky with arousal, “Want to practice for tomorrow night when we get to bed?”

“Yes, please.”

“Good.”

Caoimhe pulls a Mona and uses Thaumaturgy to order the Winter Room door open. It startles Delilah, who is playing on her phone in the sitting area instead of cleaning. The goth bunny hops up and stammers, “Don’t tell Queen Mama!”

Winter waves her off, “No worries, sis. Fetch the lube and strap-on.”

The bunny scurries out of sight, presumably to do as she was told. Winter sashays over to the bed, pulling his armor into his Inventory. As he looks over his shoulder, he notices that the butt plug between his cheeks has caught Caoimhe’s eye. He winks, then crawls onto the bed, pointing his ass at his drow mistress.

“So, you want to plow my ass with my sexy bull’s cock or with a strap-on like Mona will tomorrow?”

Caoimhe, still in what little bits of her casual clothes that still allow her to cast, struts forward and gives Winter a light swat. “That isn’t a question for you to ask, my little sub.”

Winter, still looking over his shoulder in his tabletop position on top of the comforter, offers a performative moan. He coos, “Just wanting my mistress to consider the options.”

She traces a finger along Winter’s flank as she climbs onto the bed. She sits down with the headboard to her back, then purrs, “Eat me out while I decide, my cute little sub.”

“With pleasure.”

Kevin: +1 XP (A Contestant Brought Her To Orgasm [Carpet Munch; Winter])

Kevin: Daily Quest Complete! Perform a new sex act! +5 BP

Winter: +1 XP (Brought A Contestant To Orgasm [Carpet Munch; Kevin])

Winter: Daily Quest Complete! Perform a new sex act! +5 BP