Lineage

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Annerose exclaimed for the thousandth time, her hands covering her mouth in shock as she bounced around nervously. “I am so sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, staring down at my newly-dislocated arm as it hung limply by my side. The pain wasn’t excruciating, no worse than a broken bone, but it was definitely there all the same. A dull, throbbing ache that made its presence known easily, but didn’t bring agony the likes of which I’d break down over. With a trained hand movement, a grit of my teeth, and a forceful shove, the loose limb popped back into its socket with an extra spat of pain for good measure, this one being worth a loud grunt.

“There we go,” I said, wriggling my fingers and patting myself on the shoulder. “Good as new.”

I turned back to look at Annerose, the poor girl guilt-stricken to near-enough tears as she stared at me with glossy eyes.

“I am so sorry,” she repeated. “I got a little carried away with the disarmament and shoved a little harder than I should have. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Annerose,” I chuckled, patting her on the shoulder. “But that marks a good point to stop.”

I wasn’t against calling our match quits. We’d been at it for over three hours, both covered in bruises, blood, and grit after battering each other around the place for such a long time. We were fine now with the adrenaline and the flexed muscles, but both knew agony was going to come quick in the morning once our bodies had calmed down and realised the extent of the injuries.

“A-Alright…” Annerose nodded, still clearly upset about the injury she caused. “...Sorry.”

“Stop worrying,” I smiled, ruffling her hair before patting her on the back. “I’m fine. Now, it’s getting pretty late in the day. Are you gonna camp here for the night or make the trip back to your place?”

“I need to get home and press my uniform for when Miss Claire arrives this week,” Annerose said with a weighty sigh. “Thanks for helping me train. I’ll see you round.”

“You too,” I nodded as she walked towards the door. “And be safe out there.”

“I will,” she said with a smile, going through the door and disappearing from sight. With myself to myself, I decided that a semi-preventative method for the agony I was to face in the morning would be a hot, steamy bath. So I quickly took myself up to the hot spring-esque bathroom in Luna’s quarters, stripped down, and sunk my tired and bruised body into the gorgeous water and allowed the warm bath to cleanse the sweat and dirt from my body. There was only one problem with my relaxing bath.

The pair of white cat ears attached to the buxom submarine that was swimming underneath the water.

“Kalla,” I said, the ears twitching in response to her name being called. “I didn’t realise you were in here.”

She broke the surface slowly, poking her head out with a devious grin as she looked at me.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded. “I’m a kitty that likes bathing. I can also see your cock under the water. It’s very big. Can I suck it?”

“No, Kalla,” I said quickly, turning her down immediately.

“Why not?” she asked with a pouting expression. “It’ll be fun for us both.”

“I don’t like the idea,” I said with a shake of my head. “It just... unnerves me.”

“Oh… I get it,” she said, cocking an eyebrow. “You’re one of them gay fellas, right? The ones that don’t like girls?”

“No. I’m not gay, Kalla,” I said with a chuckle, watching her as she began to move around the large bath, drifting across the surface like a swan on a lake.

“Then why don’t you want me to suck your cock?” she asked, swimming closer to me.

“Because you’re… you’re too young,” I said in a heavy tone.

“No I’m not,” she said with a confused look. “I’m twenty years old. That’s more than old enough.”

“I thought you said you didn’t know how old you were?” I asked her.

“I remembered,” she shrugged. “I looked at a sword on a wall and that helped me remember that there was a guy with a sword at my birthday where Mr Williams gave me a cake with twenty candles in it. So that’s how old I am.”

“Then you’re not old enough up here,” I said, tapping her on the skull, much to her irritation. “You still have the mind of a child. I couldn’t sleep with you in good conscience with your mental age. It doesn’t feel right.”

“What if I suck your cock?” she asked with a smile. “That’d feel right, right?”

“I think you’re missing the point here,” I said with a sigh.

“A lot of people say that to me,” she shrugged. “I’m not sure why… wanna fuck my tits instead?”

“You’re very focussed on sex, aren’t you?” I queried.

“S’what I was brought up to do,” she nodded. “I know sex and I know stealing better than anyone else. Don’t know much else though. Like how to tie my laces, what the word addendum means, or how to spell Filet Mignon.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, being in complete disbelief at her inability to tie her shoelaces.

“Of course not, silly!” she giggled. “I don’t even know what Filet Mignon is. But I suck dick really well and can crack any safe in the world. And at the end of the day, isn’t that what matters?”

“...” I was silent for a moment, staring at the catgirl blowing bubbles in the water for a long moment. “No. Not at all.”

“Well you’re boring,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Can we fuck already?”

“Did you not hear what I said?” I asked her.

“I did indeed,” she nodded, proceeding to do a terrible, mocking impression of me. “I’m Richter, I’m super boring, don’t like to have any fun with super-sexy catgirls, and am totally gay.”

“I’m not gay,” I repeated.

“Where’s your proof?” she asked in an arrogant manner.

“You genuinely are an eight year old, aren’t you?” I asked her.

“Might be,” she shrugged before getting close to my face. “But at least I’m not gay.”

“You’re really annoying.”

“I know you are but what am I?”

“I’m not doing this with you.”

“I know you are but what am I?”

“If I fuck you, will you stop being annoying?”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, bringing the rest of her stacked, thicc body out of the water and leaning over me with a seductive grin. “Will you stop being gay?”

Having just about enough of her childish antics and being at the point to sacrifice my moral standings to simply avoid being annoyed by the big-breasted catgirl, I scooped her up out of the bath and laid her down on her back outside of the marble water, spreading her legs and beginning to dine on her pussy.

Kalla’s eyes hit the back of her head immediately, latching her thick, fuzzy paws onto the back of my head as I lapped at her cunt with my tongue, gentle purrs falling from her mouth as she grinded her crotch against my face, her rapidly-wetting pussy tasting delicious on my tongue. I began to massage her thick thighs with my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles around the insides of her legs, drawing the circles closer and closer to her lower lips while probing her tight, inner walls with my strong tongue.

“Wow…” she purred after a moment. “I didn’t know gay men could eat pussy so well.”

Growling into her vagina in annoyance, I used my other hand to massage her clit, toying with her sensitive flesh and getting a shivery growl from the Nekomata, her claws extending from a brief moment and scratching the back of my head. She soon retracted the razor-like objects with a quiet apology, her velvety-smooth paw-pads now massaging my scalp as she groaned and giggled as I ate her out. She was soon nearly humping my mouth at this point, much more ragged and raspy breathing coming from her as she drew close to orgasm.

I began to lick more forcefully, now parting her pussy lips with the flat of my tongue, getting more and more of her sweet taste as my fingers prodded and rubbed the outer areas of her cunt once my tongue dived deep inside her, her wetness having coated the sides of my mouth as shivers and giggles became the only thing the catgirl could respond to my treatment of her in. My cock was now throbbing against my abdomen, standing at its full height and thickness, ready to slide into the quivering catgirl at any point. I held myself back, waiting for the perfect moment to fuck her properly, and that moment was approaching soon.

With the catgirl’s body now coated in a mix of water, sweat, and her own lubricant, she came hard and fast, forcing me to move my head away as she squirted her juices into the bath behind us. The large spray lasted for a good moment, her eyes rolled back, cheeks flushed, and her body locked as she came violently. Her tongue hung outside her mouth as he flow came to a stop, her body unlocking from her carnal prison and beginning to ride on her post-orgasm glow.

I quickly interrupted this little moment by ramming my entire fourteen inches into her squirt-slicked cunt, the head of my cock hitting her cervix and an moan of pleasure tearing from the Neko’s lips. My own grunt of pleasure accompanied her wails, her pussy being one of the best I’d had in a long time. The sensation of her tight snatch brought back memories of my younger years of fucking anything with a pussy, a decent face, and tits over a C-cup. The warmth of that perfect cunt was exactly what I needed to restart my sex drive full and proper.

I latched my hands onto her thick hips, gripping her tightly as I began to pump my monster cock deep into her little kitty cunt, the thick head of my dick hitting her cervix and almost into her womb, the sheer size of my member alone being more than enough to get Kalla drooling out of the sides of her mouth, never mind the pleasure brought on by the balls-deep fucking I was giving her. Her enormous tits bounced and leaped with each powerful thrust, my eyes locked onto her toned abdomen as I watched the muscles flex and tighten to keep herself straight and on her elbows.

The little cat had now, like many women before and many more to come, had had what little intelligence she had fucked out of the back of her head. Words failed her and sentences no longer existed, her only manner of speech being either begging me for more or a repeating chorus of ‘fuck’ and ‘yes’, her pussy clamping down tight as she came all over my cock, spilling her hot juices out onto my crotch as I fucked her to and through another orgasm. Her head slammed off the warm marble flooring as she threw it back for a scream of pleasure, a grin spreading onto my face as I realised I hadn’t lost my touch after all these years.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her up as I stood up in the bath, getting her to cling tightly to my body as I began to fuck her harder, locking lips with the beautiful little whore as I fucked her through her second body-rocking orgasm, her mind a mess of white noise and thoughts of pleasure, my hands squeezing and slapping that big, Neko ass of hers as her huge tits were squished tightly against my torso, her rock-hard nipples poking me gently as every nerve in her body seemed to glow with pleasure.

The fucking didn’t stop there, indulging more and more in the Incubus side my training demanded I lock away for five years, I truly stretched my legs and began to hammer her cunt at near bone-shattering force, the Neko screaming pleasure and words of adoration into my mouth as she sucked my tongue, seconds away from swearing lifelong loyalty if only I made her cum a third time.

Which, of course, I did.

I pulled out of her pussy as she came a third time, squirting more of her delicious pussy juices all over my crotch, my mind made up as to what I was to claim next, and that prize was her glorious, Nekomata ass. I turned her around and placed her down in the water, bending her over the side of the bath and slapping her slut ass hard enough to turn it red, doing it repeatedly to watch that big butt jiggle. By the time both cheeks were bright red, she was begging for it. And being the humble sex god that I was, I rammed my cock into her tight asshole with nary a moment’s thought.

Her tongue fell from her mouth and her mind blanked yet again, my muscular hips pounding against that fat ass, digging my fingers into her hips as I fucked her brain further and further out of her skull, words failing her more than ever as she was reduced to a mewling cocksleeve, laying flat on her stomach, squashing her enormous tits under her body and drooling a large pool onto the floor. My cock had caused the catgirl to ascend to Heaven and beyond.

This was a practice I intended to do more and with many more precious little pussies.

I was at my limit at this point, grinning widely as I came buckets into her slut ass, my cum filling up her organs and stretching her toned belly out, swelling it nearly as large as her E-Cup tits, cumming more and more into my beautiful little whore, picking her up straight and holding my hands on her stomach, feeling the tight skin stretch like a balloon before forcing her down again and pulling out, pint after pint of cum jetting from her gaping asshole and into the bath, the pool of drool on the floor getting ever bigger as her stomach shrank once more and the cum flow was reduced to nothing more than sputters that spilled down her thick thighs.

I clapped the catgirl whore on the ass, feeling my Incubus side retreating now that my loins had been sated. My normal, rational mind returned to me as I leaned down and kissed her on the back of the neck, gently massaging her back as I leaned over her ears and whispered quietly into them.

“I fuck pretty good for a gay guy, don’t I?”