The Cat Commotion (5)
The Absorbing Spirit Cat.
A succubus familiar that feeds primarily on a man’s vital essence, and prefers a virgin’s fresh essence even more than fish.
It was not a particularly dangerous summon. Even if it drained someone’s essence, it never threatened their life. The only real damage was a brief spell of dizziness and limp exhaustion—exactly like the hollow emptiness that followed a good wank.
But every so often the Absorbing Spirit Cat would meet a woman it truly liked: a woman it wanted to serve as its mistress, a virgin so addicted to self-pleasure that her desires had grown thoroughly lewd. Then the story changed completely.
The cat possessed a natural habit of trying to inhabit virgins who secretly loved filthy things. The quality of the essence was simply different. If a virgin’s essence was like a cluster of fresh grapes, then the essence of a virgin who had cultivated her own perversion was like a fine wine pressed from those same grapes. In other words, the Absorbing Spirit Cat possessed such girls so it could savor the finest meal in the most perfect location.
Being possessed by one was dangerous. For a full twenty-four hours the victim would remain in heat, masturbating as naturally as breathing until every last drop of essence had been wrung dry. Climax after climax, squirting until the urethra burned, mind dissolving into white-hot static—even after blacking out, the body would wake and keep going. An endless masturbation hell.
Still, there was a way out.
“You just need to absorb a man’s semen inside you!”
Clea declared it boldly to Ariel, whose new cat ears were twitching.
“Y-yeheh…? S-s-semen…?”
That bluntness sent Ariel’s eyes spinning in dizzy confusion.
Sticky white fluid. A mass of life force that could be milked from an aroused man’s cock. Reading the words on a page had long since become calm and familiar, but hearing them spoken aloud by someone else was a first.
The Absorbing Spirit Cat had already possessed Ariel’s body. Her already adorable face now sported cat ears and a cat tail, turning her into a walking bundle of cuteness so intense it felt almost unfair. She herself was on the verge of tears from anxiety, yet even that only added fuel to the fire, stoking every kind of desire at once.
“Still… if we put this on the market it would sell like crazy.”
Clea’s mental abacus was already clicking as she eyed Ariel, who was radiating charm so potent it made one’s teeth ache with the urge to nibble.
“The Saintess is not merchandise.”
Lowen, who had been gently stroking Ariel’s hair to give her temporary relief from the pleasure, shot Clea a look that was pure threat.
“I know, I know. Still, it’s a waste. Cute things make money, after all.”
“If you are entertaining any thoughts of kidnapping the Saintess, I strongly advise you to abandon them.”
“Do I look crazy enough to try something like that?”
The risks that would follow kidnapping a Saintess were incalculable. Making an enemy of the Holy See. Making an enemy of the Empire. And most of all, the sheer venom hidden inside the man standing right in front of her was the most unfathomable danger of all.
While the two of them talked, Ariel’s condition grew steadily worse.
“Haaah… hauuu… hnn…”
Head pats were no longer enough. Ariel’s chest heaved as she panted roughly. She shoved her hips—cat tail thrashing wildly—back against the sofa and jammed both hands between her tightly clenched thighs, looking for all the world like someone whose bladder was about to burst.
She was reaching her limit. Desperately she called for Lowen.
“Bishop Lowen… Bishop Lowen…”
The way she said his name was far more lewd than he had expected.
“Saintess.”
Lowen turned and looked down at her.
Hair plastered to her forehead with cold sweat. Long lashes visible beneath heavy lids. Hot breath spilling from slightly parted, plump lips. Dew-like beads of sweat tracing the blue veins across the swell of her breasts that her nightgown could not fully cover.
“If it is you, Saintess, you can endure this. No—if it is you, a mere cat should be something you can cast out with ease. Pray in your heart. Offer a sincere prayer to the Goddess, and She will surely answer you.”
Yes. No matter how much of a lewd-loving virgin the Absorbing Spirit Cat preferred, Ariel was still a Saintess. A sacred woman chosen by the Goddess. A little possession by a familiar should be nothing to her.
“I-I want to, but… hnnk… I-I-I can’t… can’t concentrate… ahhh…”
Ariel rubbed her thighs together and trembled all over. It was almost pitiful. Her hands were hidden between her legs, but she was clearly fidgeting her fingers, gently teasing her own sex.
“Semen will fix it, I told you. Semen. Since I’m partly responsible, I’ll keep it free and secret.”
Clea’s playful words made Lowen want to scream.
Lowen’s bedroom was filling with the sound of ragged breathing.
“Haaahh… hick… huu…”
Watching Ariel pitifully stroke her crotch on the bed, Lowen sank into deep thought.
To drive the Absorbing Spirit Cat out of Ariel’s body, semen was required. And right now, inside this cathedral, the only person who could produce semen was Lowen himself. Only the potent life force filling his balls could save the heat-stricken, panting Ariel.
“This is driving me insane…”
To save her, he would have to take his cock out of his pants. So why was he hesitating?
Because she was a Saintess. Was it right to spill his seed inside a Saintess’s body? The moment the Holy See learned he had ejaculated into a Saintess, the consequences… He hadn’t even done anything yet and already his head was throbbing.
“Fine… either way I’m dead…”
If he came inside the Saintess, the Holy See would kill him. If he refused and Ariel masturbated until her brain burned out, the Holy See would still kill him.
“And… as long as no one finds out…”
Still dressed in his everyday clothes, Lowen unbuckled his belt. This was nothing more than a life-saving act performed by a Saintess’s guardian to protect her. No selfish desire, no dark ulterior motive—just the obvious duty of saving a life. Adding that justification for himself, he approached Ariel, whose cat tail was thrashing furiously.
Now the question was where to deposit the semen. Three places immediately came to mind.
First: her pussy. The ordinary place to insert a cock and ejaculate. It also held the proof of her virginity. But a Saintess had to remain a virgin, so inserting into her vagina and coming inside was out of the question. Even if the loss of virginity could somehow be hidden, creampie carried enormous risk. If the timing was wrong, sperm could meet egg and a child of Lowen and Ariel would be born. At that point no excuse would matter; he would spend the rest of his life fleeing the Holy See while taking responsibility for her.
Second: her ass. As long as the semen was absorbed into her body, this would work. No virginity loss, no pregnancy risk—safer on those fronts. But inserting a cock into an anus required proper preparation. Gentle finger-stretching, gradual addition of more fingers, careful expansion. Of course, one could skip all that, slap on some lube, and just shove in. In that case there was a high chance of tearing her open.
“And there’s the hygiene issue.”
He wasn’t calling Ariel dirty. Objectively speaking, inserting into an unprepared anus without an enema was simply unhygienic.
Third: her mouth. If pussy was impossible and ass was impossible, this was what remained. With her mouth he could sidestep every problem mentioned above, and it was comparatively less dangerous. Honestly, before he had even considered the other two holes, the answer had already been decided: he would come in her mouth.
“B-Bishop Lowen…”
Ariel, barely holding her lust in check, looked up at Lowen standing by the head of the bed.
“I-is there… hnn… anything I can… do to help…?”
She felt guilty leaving every burden on Lowen. If possible, she wanted to lighten his load within the range of what she could manage.
“Saintess.”
Lowen gave her a gentle yet weary smile and stroked her hair.
“From this moment on, I am going to take a liberty with your mouth.”
Ariel’s eyes went wide as she immediately understood. She cleared her throat with a little “ahem,” trying to maintain some composure.
“I could put it in your mouth myself and move, but I believe that would place too much burden on you. Therefore I would like you to take my member into your mouth and suck it yourself.”
The voice was kind and tender; the content was filthy.
“Can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes… Bishop Lowen is being so brave… I-I should gladly… cooperate…”
Lowen closed his eyes, steeled his final resolve, and nodded.
“I will lie down on the bed. After that, do whatever is most comfortable for you, Saintess.”
“Yes.”
Lowen took the place where Ariel had been lying, and she knelt formally between his legs.
“Th-then…”
Ariel carefully reached for Lowen’s pants.
Rustle, rustle.
Because the belt was already undone, she only needed to pull them down.
“Haaah… ha… hnnk…”
Just the act of removing his pants seemed to excite her; she panted roughly.
“I’ll take the underwear off… too…”
Pants gone, underwear gone—Ariel saw Lowen’s cock and let out a startled squeak.
“B-Bishop Lowen… this is too…”
It was enormous. Even hanging soft and limp, Lowen’s cock was so large it shattered every expectation. She had never seen a real one before, but she had seen plenty of illustrations; she knew at once this was not a normal size.
Gulp.
The sound of Ariel swallowing her drool kept repeating. She stared blankly at the cock. Hot breath tickled the glans; an intense gaze raked over the entire length.
“……I’ll do it.”
Clutching her wildly pounding chest, Ariel stuck out her small tongue. A soft, squishy sensation like a slug crawling across the tip of the glans. After so long without stimulation, the cock reacted. Even the slight twitch of the hanging shaft made Ariel’s shoulders jump.
“Lick… lick… i-is this how you do it?”
Every scrap of her concentration fixed on the cock, Ariel licked the head and peered up at Lowen.
“Yes. You’re doing very well.”
The praise lifted her spirits; she began sucking more eagerly. Drawing on every scrap of knowledge she had accumulated from dirty stories, she lapped continuously at Lowen’s glans while cupping and kneading his balls. Her palm, sticky with dried love juices, slapped wetly against them.
“Ugh!”
Sexual stimulation after years of nothing made Lowen furrow his brow. With her free hand Ariel groped her own sex, pouring every nerve into making Lowen’s cock hard.
“Hnnk… lick… suck… suck… sluuurp…”
Her first kiss… given to a cock. They weren’t even lovers, yet she was pressing her lips to it. A Saintess fondling a bishop’s balls and making wet little sounds as she sucked his glans. The powerful sense of taboo only excited her further; her tail thrashed and she slapped the bed with her free hand.
Lowen received Ariel’s awkward yet pleasant fellatio. He could feel blood steadily flooding into his cock. The wilted shaft began to lift its head, growing thicker and longer until it stood proudly upright. No matter how long he had lived like a eunuch, no matter how cruel and cold a knight he had once been—Lowen was still a man. When a cute girl sucked his cock, he got hard.
“Hwaaah… it got so big…!”
Looking up at the cock that now cast a shadow across her face, twitching as if begging to be sucked even more deliciously, Ariel felt pure rapture.