Chapter 53: Stay Right There

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Stay Right There

When Xavier slotted the last flower, NightSorrow, into the vines, the box lid opened, revealing another missing piece of the pendant.

He picked up the piece. It was a small semi-circle etched with intricate markings. The moment he brought it close to his necklace the two pieces fused together like magnets, leaving only one hollow semi-circular space remaining in the pendant.

"Only one left to go," he murmured to himself.

He returned the empty box to its place and studied the chamber carefully. It was clearly an indoor grow room designed to force plants to bloom using blue and red light of specific wavelengths. The mana crystals glowed at exactly the right frequency, which was why flowers from every season could bloom here at once. There were all kinds of blossoms—some of them the rarest varieties, the same ones Nyxara had specially imported from outside the academy when she was trying to recreate the ancient potion.

The instant he stepped out of the chamber the stone door slid shut behind him. The vines shifted back into place, covering the entire wall as if nothing had ever been disturbed. New flowers had already replaced the ones he had plucked.

Xavier climbed the basement stairs and left the dorm. Just as he passed the main gates of Thornveil he spotted Felicia returning from her lectures with a few of her friends—catgirls like her, some with blonde hair, others with green. None of them were as pretty or as voluptuous as Felicia.

"Xavier, what are you doing here? Nyan," Felicia asked, walking up to him while her friends lagged a few steps behind.

He didn’t want to risk making Elena angry by spreading secrets about their treasure hunt, Melli was a friend but Elena wasn’t close with either Clara or Felicia, so he said the first thing that came to mind.

"Oh, I was waiting for you. Shall we pick things up where we left off?"

"Ohhh, Felicia, he’s here for you. Are you two close, Nyan?" her friends teased from behind.

Felicia’s cheeks flushed as she remembered exactly where they had left off. Her friends noticed the reaction and grew more curious.

"What exactly is your relationship with him, Nyan?" one of the blonde catgirls asked, stepping closer.

"Nothing special. He’s just a junior and a bully. Stay away from him if you don’t want to get bullied, Nyan," Felicia said in a rushed voice. She grabbed Xavier by the wrist and dragged him into the dorm, up the stairs, and straight into her room, leaving her friends behind.

"Whoa. What was that about?" Xavier asked once the door closed.

Felicia pinned him against it.

"You—what do you think about my friends? Nyan."

"I don’t know them well enough to make an opinion, but none of them is as pretty as you," he answered, cupping her cheek and pulling her into a heated kiss.

Mmm... nyaahn...

"And I bet none of their lips taste as good as yours. Not that I want to find out."

"So you don’t get aroused by just any catgirl? You didn’t get hard looking at any of them? Nyan."

"The only catgirl I have my eyes on is you. Don’t worry about that." He kissed her again, this time sliding his tongue deep into her mouth while his hands slid down her slim waist, past her fluffy tail, and settled on the upper curve of her plump ass, giving both soft cheeks a firm squeeze.

Aahn... Nyan...

"You’re not going to leave halfway again this time, are you? Nyan," Felicia asked. Every time they had gotten this far something had come up and he had left, leaving her body aching for more of his touch, his heat, his smell, his taste.

"I’m not leaving you alone tonight even if you beg me to—no matter how much you apologize," Xavier said. There was no need to keep playing the apology game anymore. Now that she had felt how hard he got for her, her view of him had already shifted from bully to someone she could be intimate with without holding back.

He squeezed her plump ass harder, fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh, then lifted her up. Her legs locked around his waist. He carried her to the bed and dropped her onto the soft mattress. Her heavy tits swung under the tight fabric of her shirt.

Nyaahn...

His hands went to her collar and ripped the shirt open. Buttons flew. Her heavy mounds spilled free, jiggling and rippling from the sudden impact, soft nipples already stiff.

Oh Xavier... Nyahn

Before either of them fully realized it, Felicia’s bare feet had found his bulge. Her toes traced the zipper, pinched it, and slowly dragged it down. His thick, veiny cock sprang free, slapping up against his stomach, already rock-hard.

Aaah... nnnh...

Xavier leaned over her, claiming her mouth in another deep kiss while one hand slipped under her skirt. His fingers traced her plump, puffy folds through damp panties. She was soaking wet. At the same time Felicia’s gentle hands wrapped around his thick length and began stroking him in short, slow tugs, feeling every inch of hardness and pulsing heat.

Mmm... aahn...

He pushed the panties aside and slid a finger into her raw, hot pussy. Her walls clenched tight around it, making it hard to pull back out.

Nyaaahn... unngh...

"God damn, that’s tight," he muttered between kisses.

"Of course it’s tight. I’m not a giantess, Nyan," she answered, voice muffled by moans and the press of his lips.

Hhh... Nyan...

Felicia suddenly pushed him sideways, rolled him onto his back, and straddled him. Her dripping pussy settled right over his shaft, outer folds sinking around the thick, vein-bulging length while the tip rested against his stomach, everything still hidden under the miniskirt bunched at her waist.

Aaah... nyaahn...

She rubbed her puffy, plump pussy along his cock, coating the entire length in the thick love juices steadily leaking from her tight hole.

Ohh... Nyan... mmph...

"You stay right there and don’t move. I’ll do the moving, Nyan," she said.

"Well... who’s acting like a bully now?"