Author's Note

!WARNING! This is chapter where non-con is seen, if you wish to avoid this chapter you may, however be warned that this is where you will see it. You have be warned.

Chapter 7

There was mixed news when Phobia came back with his mechanical companion. The good news was that there were some bounties, some rumors of pirates around, with some potential trade ships to ‘borrow’ from, and a good haul of metal and some scraps he gained through means that weren’t ‘legal’ but none can prove otherwise…

The bad news? Well, finding said ships and taking their goods. Even more on gathering cargo. He consider on upgrading his golems to attack on ships and start taking it piece by piece...But he knew that will take time, and that also means he will need to actually make more golems. Which result in getting more materials, which cost more money-- and the cycle never ending in supply and demand.

Snorting some, he told. “Scrappy, I need to figure out how I’m going to make golems on besieging ships.”

Calculating the probabilities, the mechanical wolf told. “Use the engineering golems, as they will be more effective on taking apart pieces of the ship and causing damage.” then asked. “Are you considering pirating fully?”

“Eh, at least enough to gain us further funds.” then glance around in the halls as didn’t see much, then again there weren’t other's around as he mused. “Wonder what I could do while I’m waiting for the other's?” Scrappy consider multiple possibilities as he soon suggested.

“Return to the quarters while I seek your new pet to come to you?” making Phobia hum as he nod with a grin.

“Sure, why not? Might enjoy Kitten for a bit before the other's come back.” already starting to head to his quarters, while Scrappy quickly seek Najat and to inform her that his creator wanted her.

While the dog did that. Phobia headed right for his room and entered inside to his comfort zone. It was… pleasant to have a female to himself in his own bed to hold and cuddle or feel up. Even more one as pretty as Najat. The whole 180 of her attitude really helped too, he never felt so good in such a long while. It was a nice change.

While he got himself comfortable, mostly in getting his armor off to the side, the door opened and Najat walked in with that wonderful smile and that ever so revealing tight suite of dark blue while saying, “you wished for me, Master?”

Looking at her with a grin, he said. “Yes, Kitten.” then pause as he was removing the last of his armor bits as he said. “Why don’t you come over by the bed like a kitty cat?” recalling his special order for her to obey while within this room and with just the two of them, as he did use Scrappy ‘potential suggestion’ and Nowa mentioning it was kinky.

Smiling, she got on all fours and slightly moved her tail about while walking to the bed, going as far as to jump up and crawl on it to his location before sitting by him.

Managing to remove the last of the armor, he move his prosthetic hand to gently rub her head. “Good Kitten.” moving it back as he moved to take his shirt off, and sitting on the bed edge. The stripe look to Najat as he look over her form as he decided to try something new. “Kitten, why don’t you take off that bodysuit and grab the brush?”

Nodding, she moved swiftly to reach back and unzip the suit before slipping out into all her bare glory. It still amazed the striped that a fur coat could be so white and have a silvery sheen to it. It was also a rather marveling sight to watch her walk on all fours to the dresser to get the brush, letting him have a nice view of her bare and tight ass and the currently closed flower that was there.

She soon came back, jumping on the bed and handing him the brush, her firm assists also free for him to gaze on at along with her tight and lean belly. “The Brush, Master.”

Chuckling, he took the brush in his right hand, moving to start brushing her hair, as he comb through the hair of silver, feeling it with his other hand as he never had to brush another before. Granted the only thing he once brush a coat was...well, his former clan family. Always helping the other, cleaning them and making sure no ticks were in their coats...Sometimes he did this to Scrappy, but with oil and a cloth than a brush.

And while he did love that mechanical dog dearly...he missed the real thing. Or the fact he could feel up a mewling and purring female that is close to him. He finishes with her hair as he ordered. “Sit on my lap, I want to do your back, Kitten.”

Moving to do so, her firm rump sat itself on his lap and her back presented for him to start brushing. She shifted as he began, and was able to feel the coiled muscles under her fur and skin. They were tight and ready, and slightly spoke of her strength she still had.

It's amazing how small she is, and yet how much she packed in muscles. thought the stripe, using his right hand to keep brushing, and the left hand to comb through to make sure there were no knots in her coat. Feeling the muscle as he worked bit by bit on her back, feeling both back and rump on his lap as he was halfway down on her back. He couldn’t help but move the left hand to gently scratch downwards to her spine like normal as he kept brushing.

Hearing her moan out as he gain a small smile. He however stopped at the waist as he looks to the fluffy tail...and began brushing at the base and was moving the brush on all sides as he heard her cooing and mewling, intensifying as he couldn’t help but added strokes of her tail whenever he was done brushing that area. Going to the more fluffier area of the tail as he moves a hand to gently press it against his face to rub it against the softness.

Oh the softness… thought Phobia as he was almost done, which was a shame as he enjoys the tail as he reached the end...However he soon worked on her shoulders, and was working on the left arm as while it was tedious, it also allows him to feel up her more...and feel that rump on his lap still.

There was also something pleasing about her mewling and cooing at his attention too. It was part of the reason he enjoyed it, listening to her pleasurable sounds while he got to enjoy himself in feeling her firm and feminine form. The arms, her chest, the hips-- it filled him with a certain warmth.

And speaking of chest, he was finished with the arm...and decided to go for the other arm first. Then the chest, as he wanted to make sure all of her was brushed up. Still, it also means he enjoy hearing her mewing and cooing, as he couldn’t help but tease in a playful tone. “Kitten enjoys my brushing attention?” (Done)

There was a groan and a slight wiggling as Najat looked up to the ceiling and felt a pulse in her body before moaning, “Yes Master.” Ears slightly flattening back. “It feels nice.” Sighing the last bit out as he moved the brush between her breasts. (End)

Smiling more, he brushed the thing in between her chest, slightly moving one of them with a hand to give careful attention. And giving a small grope while brushing, as he heard her breathing a bit more deeply. He didn’t bother to listen beside what was needed to be heard, as he switch breasts, mostly to brush on the inside of them before working on the outside. Granted he was finished a bit earlier due to the lesser fur around them.

But he didn’t mind too much, as he began brushing down to her stomach now as he gave small gropes to a chest still. However once he reaches to the waist, he stop groping and ordered. “I need to do your legs now, Kitten.” (Done)

With a slow breath that made her breasts rise and fall steadily, Najat nodded and said, “of course, Master.” Keeping to her spot and just letting him continue with his work.

He move the brush to start working on her left leg, as he mostly decided to do her lap first. Getting that out of the way before switching to the other leg, working around brushing and hearing her slight mewls. However Phobia decided to order. “I need you to move in a position for me to comb your legs, Kitten.” seeing her move to get off his lap, laying on the bed on her back as he continued to brush. Working down and down on each leg as he couldn’t help but ogle at her nude body.

Seeing her breathing made her chest rise and fall, how she wiggles with his touch..how his arousal was starting to make him feel quite hard. He almost felt like skipping the brushing and go at her...but he likes to enjoy the small things, and once he was done with her feet? Did he ordered. “Turn around, Kitten.” it was time for her ass to be brush as Najat flip over, letting him brush the firm tush.

As well as feeling it with slight squeezes. However he soon ordered. “Kitten, turn back around and spread your legs.”

She slipped and did so, legs splaying and easily exposing her flower that was now in sight. There was a twitch of her tail and hands, while her eyes tracked his movements.

Raising the brush, he began working on her inner thighs, seeing the forbidden area most females would reject him to see, and now in plain view for him to see as he was finished with her brushes as he set it on the side...and now began to think. Should he take her? Granted there was a slight chance Ash will come around, and he rather not deal with her...but with how aroused and horny he was?

Well...he does have needs after all. But at the same time there was that small chance...It made him think of how to get off, and not risk her being pregnant, since there was a 50-50 chance...then it hit him as he soon order. “Come by the edge of the bed and kneel in between my legs.” already moving to sit as he consider this a good compromise.

He heard her move from behind him before getting to the floor and kneeling by his legs, looking up to him with a slightly odd look in her eyes. When he moved his pants off, and further his briefs to let out his 'hard' trouble, Najat’s eyes slightly widened.

Placing his left hand on her head, he ordered. “I want you to inhale the musk and start licking slowly.” seeing her moves in and breathes in deeply, before she started the job. He let out a small groan, feeling her tongue licking at the base as he felt each slow licks. The stripe took in a breath and ordered. “S-Start licking all around my dick, Kitten.” feeling the tongue working more now. Moving around as her tongue was a bit rough, but added an almost exotic feel to her licking.

He spread his legs a bit more, as he glance down with a finger scratching her ear. Seeing her doing her job, giving a slight mewl as her eyes were blinking a bit more. He kept scratching as he gripped the bed sheets with his other hand, not trusting the prosthetic hand due to it not being organic like the rest of him. He took a deep breath and order. “Suck at the tip, slowly go down, Kitten.”

Moving her head around, she parted her soft lips and took the tip in first to suck on it for a moment… then slowly bob her head, licking a bit as she did. The sensation was wonderful, with her warm, wet mouth servicing him. It made a heat build in his chest as he looked down at her ice blue eyes that glittered and leaked.

While they look at him, Phobia partially wonder if the collar wasn’t working. But whatever thoughts he held push away from the returning pleasure her mouth gave. As he moved the hand of his left more on the back of her head, slowly assisting her to push down and take her time. He soon order. “More...More Kitten.”

Slowly she went more and more as he demanded, going deeper and deeper. He was aware that he was going to the back of her throat, a slight tensing and coughing sound reached his ears. But it felt so nice, and he kept going while moving her head. She gave no resistance and continued on, moving at the pace he wanted as he felt all the more tighter in his core.

His prosthetic grip the bed more and he slightly sped the feline up just a bit. He could feel a warmth rushing through his body while Najat continued to suck and lick him off, caressing his dick so gently. When he felt a twitch, he felt a need to go deep, and pushed while he did so. There was a bit of a gag, before he felt the need to release and feel for the first time a pleasure he hadn't before.

While he pumped out his seed, he became aware of a bit of resistance, but not much. When he looked down at Najat, he could see her eyes tightly shut and there being tears, but not pulling away fully. When he let go, her head came back and pulled off before gagging and coughing up his white cum a bit and breathing quickly.

Giving small pants, almost feeling he ran across the city itself, Phobia pet her head as he spoke. “Are...are you okay with your throat, Kitten?”

Coughing a few times, she rubbed it and said, “a little sore, Master.” Giving another cough, body shivering.

“Ugh...next time I should probably go halfway to not accidentally choke you…” then glance down and asked. “Are you aroused, Kitten?” part of his mind recalling one would be filled with need of release after partaning sex-- or from what he recalled of sex-ed.

Blinking her eyes up, Najat thought for a moment with a slightly tear stained face and said in slight confusion, “...no?” As if unsure.

“Huh...guess species react different.” Muttered Phobia as he ordered. “Just clean up my member, Kitten.”

“Yes Master.” Spoke Najat about to stand.

Glancing to her, he would have thought she would use her tongue...but soon asked. “And where are you heading off to?”

Looking to him as she turned, Najat said, “to retrieve a wet rag and soap to clean your member, Master.” As if stating exactly what he wanted.

Oh right...literal collar. thought the Stripe as he consider making her use her tongue...but part of him didn’t knew how affected some diseases transfer from oral and saliva. So he wave a hand to her. “Carry on Kitten.” leaning back in the bed as he looks over the bed to see if he grip anything hard. Seeing there weren’t much damage, he look over his prosthetic hand to see if he could possibly alter it some-- or make a new hand to be more softer than the one he had, mostly to not accidentally cause bruises on Najat body. No need to damage property.