Chapter 46: Can I?

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: Can I?

"What do you mean it’s nothing serious?" Xavier asked. "It looks like Clara almost died."

"Well, everyone knows that if you touch the vines in the basement, they will try to strangle you, but it’s not serious. They only hold you for a few minutes. If you stop struggling, they just let go. Plenty of careless students have gotten caught by them, but none of them died. They just faint after trying to free themselves for a while. Nothing major—just small cuts from the thorns, same as Clara, Nyan" Felicia replied.

Xavier still found it hard to believe that something so dangerous sat unbothered in the Thornveil dorm basement while every student treated it as normal.

They remained in Clara’s room, keeping an eye on her. Xavier and Felicia sat on the sofa beside the bed. His eyes drifted to Felicia’s plump, soft ass sinking into the cushion and her fluffy violet tail resting near his thigh. He reached out and took hold of it.

"I told you already, that’s sensitive. Be careful with that. Nyan" Felicia’s whole body twitched at the touch, a soft shiver running through her.

Mmm...

"Just how sensitive is it for you to react like that? I’m not even holding it tight," Xavier said, stroking the dense, soft fur with his other hand. Felicia bit her lip, trying to manage the sensations.

"You want to do this right now? Clara’s resting right there, Nyan" she asked, voice raspy.

"She’s in deep sleep and we’re alone. It doesn’t matter," Xavier answered. One hand slid down to the sensitive base of her tail, over her squishy, plump ass, up her slim waist, through her silky hair, and finally caressed her fluffy cat ears.

Ahhnn... nnnh...

Felicia’s body twitched with soft, involuntary purrrs. This time she didn’t resist for long. She leaned into his touch, savoring every feeling.

His fingers stroked the sensitive inner surfaces of her ears. Her body arched toward him, heavy breasts swaying under her shirt. With a gentle pull he drew her head down into his lap.

Nyaaan... Ahnn...

A soft, needy moan escaped her lips.

"Please be gentle or the noise will wake Clara, Nyan" she whispered.

"She looks pretty deep under to me," he replied, unbuttoning her shirt enough to expose her toned abdomen and beginning to rub her soft belly in slow circles.

"Hey... you said you’d only touch my fur, Nyan" she protested weakly.

"I’ve decided that’s not enough for a proper apology," he said. His hand slipped under her shirt, cupping one full, heavy breast. His fingers teased the stiffening nipple gently while his palm sank deep into the soft, yielding flesh, squeezing and kneading.

Unngh... mmph...

Her face flushed pink, eyes turning teary. "You bully, Nyan." Her soft lips looked even softer with her head resting in his lap.

Xavier leaned down. One hand still squeezing and rolling her soft tit, the other caressing the sensitive inner lining of her cat ears, he sealed her lips in a kiss. It started gentle, giving her time to adjust, then his tongue forced its way past her plump lips, claiming her mouth completely. He tangled his tongue with hers, tasting her, sucking lightly.

Mmm... ahhn... nnnh...

Felicia was stunned. She had no idea how a simple apology had turned into something this intimate. She tried to resist, but her body refused to cooperate, melting under his touch. She stayed in his lap, her tongue responding to the feeling of growing heat in her mouth.

When Xavier finally pulled back, tears slipped down her cheeks.

"You bully... that’s too much. Why would you kiss me for an apology? Now I can’t get married, Nyan," she sobbed softly.

"How about you just marry me for an apology then? I can’t seem to get enough of your body anyway," His hand left her breast and slid down into her skirt, under her thin panties, finding her plump pussy already soaking with thick love juices. His fingers sank between her slick folds, parting them.

Aaah... unngh...

He withdrew his slick, glistening fingers and held them up for her to see.

"Look. Your body already accepts me."

"That’s not how things work, Nyan," she said, voice shaky.

"Then how do things work?"

"Well, a man needs arousal for a woman for marriage to work. How can we get married if you don’t— Nyan?"

Her words cut off as she felt something hard and thick beneath her head. She pulled back slightly and turned her face enough to see the huge bulge in his pants. Her hands rose on instinct, unzipped him, and a thick, girthy, long cock sprang free right in front of her face.

"Does this resolve your concerns?" he asked.

"Is this your true feeling for me? You bully... you could have just been honest about it, Nyan," she said. The tears in her eyes cleared as the blush on her cheeks deepened. To her, the action felt closer to a confession than anything else.

She shifted onto her side, heavy breasts spilling against his lap, face close to his throbbing cock, plump ass slightly arched in a cat-like pose. Her gentle hands wrapped around the thick base of his shaft as she looked up to meet his gaze.

"Can I?, Nyan" she asked, voice soft and eager.

Xavier nodded.

She extended her wet tongue and began licking him all over. Her tongue flicked in rapid, eager motions and felt uniquely rough—tiny gelatinous papillae rubbing against the sensitive skin of his cock, giving it a textured, stimulating drag that Xavier didn’t dislike at all.

Mmm... ahhn...

He leaned back into the sofa, letting Felicia do as she pleased. His hand slid down her slim waist, pulled her miniskirt up, revealing her full, round ass. His fingers traced her dripping folds over the damp panties before sliding the fabric aside to feel her hot wetness directly. His middle finger pushed deep into her tight, clenching hole while his index finger teased her tiny, swollen clit in slow circles.

Nnngh... ohh...

Her tail swung left to right in a restless S-shaped motion, clearly showing her excitement. Her plump ass twitched and jiggled every time his finger scraped her inner walls. As if unaware of what’s going on with her lower half, her mouth and eyes were completely focused on the long, girthy cock in front of her, she started at the base and licked slowly, thoroughly, all the way up to the swollen, leaking head. Soft lips closed gently over his glans. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting his precum, while one hand stroked the thick base. She bobbed her head, taking just the head in and out in wet, sucking motions, soft lips never leaving him, saliva beginning to coat his shaft.

Aaahn... mmph... nnnh...

Felicia Velaria was a commoner among the cat folk. As a child she had accidentally woken in the middle of the night and, through the open crack of her parents’ door, watched her mother and father get intimate for hours. She had stood there silently, observing every move her mother made—the licking, the sucking, the way she used her hands and tongue. Now, with Xavier’s long, thick cock right in front of her face, that memory returned. She intended to do everything her mother had done.

Xavier enjoyed the tight, wet clench of her hole around his finger while her soft, warm lips sucked greedily on the head of his cock. He had experienced plenty of deep throats, but what Felicia was doing felt different—good in its own way. It didn’t compare to the intensity of being fully swallowed, yet it was new and earnest, so he didn’t force himself deeper and simply enjoyed her naïve form of blowjob.

Ohh... unngh...

"I’m cumming," he warned, a second before the seed in his balls surged up his shaft and erupted inside her mouth in thick, hot pulses. Her cheeks swelled with the heavy volume. Some of it leaked around her stretched lips and slid down his length in sticky strands, but she managed to take most of it, swallowing hard in long, audible gulps.

GULP GULP GULP!

His cock left her mouth with a wet pop as she gasped for air in heavy breaths, a few drops of cum still clinging to her soft lips. Her gentle hands kept stroking him, confirming the remaining hardness. Then she rose, turned, and straddled his lap facing him. She unbuttoned the last of her shirt; her heavy breasts swayed free, soft and full. She leaned in, taking him into a tight embrace. Soft tits crushed against his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder. Her plump, soaking pussy rubbed and ground against the long, hard shaft that pressed against her belly. From the outside she could see the tip of his cock reached past even her navel.

"I don’t think I can fit all of it inside me, Nyan" she said, voice trembling with pleasure.

"Don’t worry about that. Just do what you can without hurting yourself," Xavier replied. He knew his cock was long—longer than anything he had seen in the porn movies of his previous life, but it suited his frame. Standing tall at 6’2, his huge dick didn’t look out of place. Still, he worried it might hurt some of the women he loved. So far none of them had complained, but this was Felicia’s first time. He didn’t want to be rough with her.

He could see the anxiety on her face even as her body betrayed every sign of resistance, grinding her wet folds eagerly against his length, clearly wanting to feel him stretch her open. She raised her plump ass just enough to align her dripping pussy with the thick head of his cock—

Nnnh...

—and a sudden voice interrupted them.

"What’s this? What’s going on?"