The air was cool, the medieval fantasy design overrun like ivy by modernity in the hotel. It was impressive to see how so much had changed in the span of two years. The pair took a reserved seat, on the upper floors that is.
With most o the students focusing on their foundations for the third trial, the restaurant was pretty much empty save for some few fifth year students. A menu screen was presented to the two before the servant scurried off.
For Callista, she was perplexed with the various new options that she was presented with. Jarren however made his decision quick, Callista taking her time. "You should know there are others like you." He started off, his eyes landing on her collar. "Like me?" Her brows rose.
"Well of course. Just one of you would be way too tame for me." Callista finally realized what she wanted to order and put the menu tablet down. "Do they suffer like me?" Her question laced with curiousity. "No, some enjoy it, others cope with it. And it seems that you are doing just fine."
She looked at his eyes, his playful serpentine smile before looking down. "But I'm sure that you will all get along just fine." The door opened and two trays were hauled in. The waiters lifted their tray covers showcasing a myriad of exotic dishes from the fallen world. The sight though familiar to Jarren was foreign to Callista.
"So how many are there?" She went on, digging into her meal. "There's one at the moment, I need another before I end this world." His tone casual as he too dug into his meal. "What about the academy when they uncover what you truly are? Lirale is hellbent on figuring out what you are."
Jarren didn't seem bothered, letting out a chuckle. "Well if they succeed then it will be the mistake they will dread making for the rest of their existence." Soft jazz echoed through the speakers, ceiling to floor windows to the side and a lavish bed to the side.
Callista's hands trembled, her mind already picturing the scene. "But don't worry, it doesn't have to be purgatory, it'll be death. Quick and painless." Taking another bite of his steak, it only unsettled her further. Convincing him was already an option she lacked, she would either have to oppose or join him.
Wiping the bits of his lips, he rose to his feet and stretched out for the wine present. Unlike the one in the current world, this was far more vintage, it's design spoke of class and regality. He popped the cork and served himself and Callista. "It may come off a bit bitter but you'll come to love it."
He urged, whispering in her ear. Stretching out her hand to grab it, the glass glimmered from the light, the red wine trickled like crimson and soon enough it graced her lips. She jerked her body, the taste sour on her tongue as she dared to spit it out however Jarren shut her lips.
"Drink it." Like the devil he urged and a soft gulp followed. "Thanks my mouse though your hair is getting a bit out of hand. Maybe a cat will fit you better." Swirling her ash-grey hair with his fingers, his warm breath kissed her neck. He started off with a tease to her ear, lightly nibbling on it, his other hand jiggling her collar in a playful theatric.
Her body sat stiff, her fists clenched and her back straightened at his touch. "There's no need for you to tense like so when we've already copulated before." As much as she wanted to calm down, her instincts refused to let her be. Landing a kiss on her cheek , he pulled back and sat back at his chair.
"There should be some strange creatures emerging from the demonic border lines. Othare is already falling into ruin." His words followed with a tear through space and on the other side Othare was present. It's state was in despair, bizzare monsters roamed the streets while fire slowly died out. "It's only a matter of time before they spread to other kingdoms as well."
He finished his meal before quenching it down with a sip of his wine. The image was jarring to look at, however she knew that he had no reason to lie to her. "Shouldn't we inform the royal court about this? Brief Timothy." Her tone laced with urgency onto to be met with calmness.
"They've already seen it by now. It's what they do next that matters." The rift in space started to close up like an eye that dared to peer into matters that shouldn't be. "From this I want you to know that whether you fancy me or not that strength will matter. Be it warding off such creatures, wars that may soon break out or clashes with others, if you're not strong enough then you'll bite the dust."
Clasping his hands, his smile turned into something more cynical. "But my adorable little kitty is already powerful enough so I hope that she won't disappoint." Her hair stood on end, her mind already seeing it all. "But that's for later, now, we have to deal with the royal princess."
Callista recalled his earlier statement back at the library and wondered whether it had to deal with her. "She sent an assassin to claim my life twice and on both fronts they failed. But don't worry, I won't kill her." Despite his words a dark cloud hovered in her heart telling her that what he planned was far worse.
"Well with food out of the way, does my kitty want my milk?" His words and his degrading of her status from a human to a cat failed to bother her, already accustomed to it. Realizing her apathy, he chose to switch it up a bit. Walking to the bed, he urged her to crawl on her limbs to him.
Left with no other choice, she got to her knees and crawled, this time the velvet carpeted floor easy on her palms and knees. "I've never heard cats that don't purr." He tauntingly added, it was a test of her will and she knew it. "Meow~" She cried, her voice flat. "Oh, that's way to human for a purr. Where's the passion for it?"
"Meow~~" This time louder and cleaner, almost perfectly mimicking an actual cat's purr. It wasn't long before she made her way to him. Aware of what's to come, she stood on her knees and playfully let out short purrs. Jarren cupped her face before dishevling her hair before lightly patting her head.
"I'm sure that my little cat is starving so let's get you fed." He unzipped his pants, bringing his massive shaft onto her face. She licked it every inch of it, her nose filled with his musk and smell eliciting sharper purrs out of her. She sniffed it before slowly taking his head in her mouth, her eyes locked with his.
He looked down on her, his face pleased with her act as he kept on patting her head. She slowly buried his shaft in her mouth however a twitch on his end made her cough it out. Poking her epiglottis, it took her a while before she could breathe normally. "Don't you want it?"
Her body was heating up, her crotch dripping with precum staining her panties. "I do." Her voice faint as she gobbled it up once more. This time reaching his base before pulling back. His cock glistened with her saliva, twitching with excitement as she readied herself for what was to come.
She bobbed her head, faster with each second as she never once broke away from his gaze. Jarren beamed his sadistic smirk, his hand resting on her head as she kept on going. His shaft hitting her roof and violating her throat and yet, it wasn't disgust rather lust that drove her further.
Each thrust drove her into a pit of bliss and escatcy that she couldn't climb out of. An abyss that promised her nothing but pleasure and satisfaction to which she couldn't help herself but fall into. The process went on for ten minutes, her lips growing sore and her throat drenched in pleasure.
Taking the lead, Jarren firmly held her head as he jerked his shaft into her mouth. Saliva dripped from her mouth, her eyes already hazy as her mind was slowly clouded with fog. His cock's erratic pulse meant that he was close to his edge and before she knew it, her mouth was filled with his fluid.
Her eyes lazed in bliss, his cum running down her throat. Each drop of it felt like ambrosia for her, fitting for a cat. Pulling out, he hovered it above her face, coating her cheeks with saliva and cum. He slapped it onto her cheek, his tone playful as ever.
"Do you want more?" Her mind already blurred blankly nodded. She stood over hm, undressing till she was left stark. Her cherry mounds stiff, her cove pink as pre-cum kept on trailing down her legs. With her back on the bed, she seductively spread her for his entry.
His entrance wasn't quick, his shaft first playing with her folds. Low guttural moans escaped her lips, no longer bothering to purse them. His entry was slow making her face fully lose any composure she had left. Their flesh touched each other's, his face a few inches away from hers.
"I didn't think that my cat would be so horny." Pulling back, his crotch was covered with her fluids, her face flushed with shame. "I'm~ sorry~" She cried out, her fists curled into paws.
*Pah*
Her moans filled the room, her cove tightly wrapping around his cock. It felt as if she refused to let him go till he was done messing her up. Another slam to her crotch came, her peaks jiggled as her face now contorted into a mixture of pleasure and shame.
*Pah-Pah-Pah*
His thrusts gained momentum and so did her moans. Halfway through she forgot her act of playing a cat and lost herself in the bliss that override her senses. Grabbing her arms, he pushed himself deeper till he hit he womb entrance making her mouth drool with escatcy.
"Anhh ~~ " His groans and her moans were the only thing that filled the room, the sounds of flesh clashing with each other adding an edge of erodgy that drove him further into plowing her cove thoroughly. Her clitoris turned red, her eyes half lid with her mind now no longer hers. "Just fill this kitty with your milk ~~"
She couldn't help herself. Jarren as promised with a final thrust delved deep into her pussy, his cum filling her womb as her legs wrapped around his waist. Her walls threaten to choke his little member as they siphoned every last drop of cum out of his cock.
Pulling his member out, a trail of cum followed as she haphazardly had her legs stretched open. "My appetite has yet to cease, little kitty." In her dazed state, helpless to his games, she could only watch as he toyed with her body to his content.