Let the visitor in

Stewart gives consideration to his sister’s words. Probably the best way to learn is by sticking around, and trying his best to maintain pure thoughts. He focuses on this latter aspect, in particular, as he walks to the door and opens it. Whatever success he may have achieved toward pure thoughts in those moments is instantly forfeited as he gets his first look at their visitor.

At first, the king thinks he is looking at a tiger, reared on two feet, but the expression of intelligence on its face immediately confirms he is in the presence of yet another magical being that is a combination of human and animal. As his eyes make their way down the creature’s form, other features immediately confirm that this is no ordinary beast.

The creature is decidedly feminine and human in terms of body shape. Her body is covered in fur, with the front being primarily white and the back covered with a tiger’s orange and black stripes. Her long, bushy tail is likewise colored like a tiger’s, but more resembles a fox’s tail in its fullness. Her face is more animal than human, with her lower face protruding with a bit of a feline snout, and enormous yellow eyes adoring the upper portion of her countenance. Large, feline ears were perched on top of her head, amidst long bangs that melded into the rest of her fur the further back they went.

As fascinating as her facial features were, it was her breasts that Stewart found most transfixing. Covered in fine, short white fur, they were fully exposed for his view. With her chest and belly covered with the same consistency of fur as her breasts, Stewart felt an almost-irresistible urge to bury his face between the inviting globes and lose himself in what he was certain would be velvety softness.

Around her waist was the only item of clothing on her body: a simple, white loincloth.

Stewart realizes he is just standing there, gaping at the sexy, exotic creature, when she breaks the silence and says, “I have come to have a ménage à trois with you! I eagerly offer all my openings and crevices to be filled by your penetrating thrusts and emissions! Please, let me fellate you to the fullest!”

Stewart had been expecting more perplexing Nymphite words, but he hadn’t prepared himself for them to come from a topless, erotic vision out of his teenage fantasies. He attempts to speak, but finds himself tongue-tied.

Fortunately, Adella senses his difficulty and comes to his aid.

“Welcome to our room of passion! Please join us so we may lap the exotic juices from your quivering mound of love pudding!”

With these words Stewart came out of his shocked silence. “Love pudding?” he whispered to his sister as their visitor entered the room. “What the hell does that mean?”

Adella giggles. “Funny, isn’t it? It sounds like I’m reading a trashy novel.”

“No, it sounds like you are reading a love letter Duncan would have penned to a childhood crush when he was 15! Hurry up and ask her about the attire for tonight; this feels really awkward having a naked cat woman in my room!”

They turn their attention to their guest, and Adella motions toward the purple loincloths on the bed. “Our genitals are aroused and engorged in anticipation of feeling your tongue. We wish to be submissive and bottom for you as you cover our most intimate parts with condoms and other strappings.”

“Good grief!” thinks Stewart. “What manner of language is this? If what Adella just said is considered common, everyday conversation, I wonder what passes for the risqué. How does a guy flirt with a girl around here? Does he quote paragraphs from an economics treatise?”

Their visitor’s face lights up in delight, and her tail’s movement speeds up, noticeably.

“I am most orgasmic to fellate you to the fullest!” Her eyes turn to Stewart, and she says, “Your penis is long and inviting! Your condom should be minimal, and you may choose to bareback.” Turning to Adella, she says, “Likewise, there is no need for such protection here in this disease-free palace of love! Your breasts must be free to breathe and to be grasped as you enjoy intercourse with many, many lovers!”

Adella interjects to interpret for her brother. “She’s just saying that she’s very happy to answer all of our questions. She also thinks you are quite handsome and should not wear too much clothing, or you risk covering up your handsomeness. She even suggests that you could go without clothing altogether if you wish.”

“Naked? At a diplomatic function?” Stewart asks, incredulously.

“I’m sure she’s just flattering you, Brother,” says Adella with a grin, “but it is pretty clear that she expects me to go topless as I talk to all of the guests.”

Stewart takes a deep breath to consider this. If word got around back home that the Princess Royal was parading around topless at a party, it could be quite scandalous.