The darkness disappeared slowly, and a sharp pain throbbed in my head—but that was the least of my problems.
What happened?
Where the hell am I?
And why... why do I feel something holding my—
My eyes opened slowly, and I stared up at a stone ceiling.
I blinked, trying to make sense of it.
I turned my head, wincing at the dull throb in my skull.
Stone walls surrounded me. No windows. Just a few flickering torchlights.
I was lying on a cold stone floor, and it made me shudder. Normally, I wouldn't be bothered by the cold, but this wasn't normal.
This cold bit straight into my bare skin.
Wait a minute.
I looked down at my torso.
It was bare.
My shirt was gone!
But that wasn't all.
Further down, a hand was wrapped around my rod, and it was stroking it!
What the—
My eyes traced the hand to its owner. It was a young woman—if she could be called a human woman.
She had large fluffy ears on her head and a fluffy tail, much like cats do.
Her eyes were fixed on my shaft with something like fascination and wonder as she stroked, breathing quickly.
*haah...haah...haah...haah...haah...*
She was very inexperienced at this kind of thing. I could tell. Her fingers barely wrapped around my girth and her movements were sloppy.
But something about the way she did it made me very responsive.
Maybe it was the way she'd rub her thumb over the precum gathering at my tip and smear it around my cock-head before bring her thumb to her lips to taste my essence.
Maybe it was the was she moaned and shuddered each time she tasted me.
Whatever it was that she did drove me over the edge.
I grunted and jerked my hips upwards as my hot load spilled on her hand.
She instinctively pulled her hand back, staring at the mess on her hand, her face flushed. For a moment, I thought she might actually use her tongue to clean the mess.
But she didn't do anything, just stared at my cum on her hand.
Then her eyes moved, and they met mine.
For a moment, she was silent. Then her face turned beet red and she got up quickly, giving a deep bow "I'm so sorry! I was very inappropriate!"
I sat up and raised a hand to stop her. "It's okay. You don't have to apologise."
She still didn't move from her position. "But I...I—"
She was cut short by a man burst into the room. He had the same cat-like features as the girl, but were more weathered and streaked with gray. His anxious eyes darted around before locking onto the girl.
"I thought I told you," he snapped, voice low but sharp, "if anyone was summoned, you were to come get me immediately."
She flinched, her ears twitching. "I—I was going to, but—"
"No excuses," he growled, then turned his gaze toward me.
I stared back at him.
His eyes narrowed.
"Where are the others?"
I blinked. "Others?"
He turned back to the girl. "Was it just this one?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes. Just him."
The man's jaw clenched. His gaze returned to me, a bit panicked.
Something was very wrong, but I didn't know what it was.
"So... you mind explaining what's going on?"
I asked, genuinely clueless.
"And where the hell is my shirt?"
The man didn't say a word. He just stared at me like he was trying to unravel me... like a creep.
Then, suddenly his eyes widened and he leaned closer, studying me more intensely.
"You're human."
"Of course I am!" I retorted, shifting away from the man's uncomfortable gaze. "What else would I be?"
He turned to the girl.
"Help me hold this thing down. " He said, pointing to me.
"Hey! Who the hell are you calling a—"
I hadn't finished speaking when the beast girl pounced on me, pinning me face-first to the cold floor.
I couldn't move an inch. Her strength and grip were on another level.
The man then began inspecting my body.
His eyes roamed through every nook and cranny, like he was looking for something.
Then his gaze froze on my back. Slowly, he reached out and pressed a finger against something there.
His eyes widened in panic.
"He has them all," he muttered, voice tight with alarm. "All four marks of the princesses."
The beast girl gasped, her eyes locked on the spot where his hand hovered.
She looked like she'd seen a ghost.
The hell are they talking about?
I twisted around to face him. "Hey! You better start explaining what the hell is going on!"
He didn't even look at me. "Silence, you foolish creature."
That did it.
"You can't just keep me here against my will and not give me a damn reason!"
His jaw clenched. I could feel the anger radiating off him now.
Then he turned to me, eyes blazing.
"You want the truth? Fine. I'll make it simple."
He leaned in, voice like a blade.
"You've been bound to marry four princesses."