“Yes, please,” she whispered, looking up at him. “Rub…rub it against me there—between my legs.”
“Against your hot little pussy, you mean?” he growled softly. Grasping the furry tail, he rubbed the smooth, bulbous end of it against her outer pussy lips.
Annie moaned and arched her back, feeling her outer lips part to reveal her swollen, inner folds. The end of the tail slipped easily into her wetness and she gasped as she felt it rubbing against her tender clit.
God, how long had it been since a man had touched her there?
Too long, she admitted to herself. And the cat tail felt so good against her needy pussy—she just wished it was Dru’s long fingers instead.
Speaking of the big Kindred, there was a definite bulge in his tight leather trousers and a low, lustful growl in his voice when he spoke.
“You’re doing wonderfully, teeska, but I’d like to get this just a little wetter before I put it into your soft little behind. Maybe I should—”
“Do it!” she gasped, not even letting him finish his sentence. Tilting her ass even more, she opened her pussy for him—begging mutely to be filled.
Dru gave a low growl and thrust the thick, bulbous plug deep into her slippery opening, filling her pussy all the way to the hilt.
Annie gasped as he bottomed out inside her, feeling her pussy grip the plug as she ground back against him. God, when had she become such a wanton sex kitten?
Maybe since I grew ears and a tail, she thought to herself and started to laugh—though the laugh came out as more of a groan as Dru pulled back and thrust into her again, fucking her with the plug.
“Dru!” she gasped. “Dru, please! I want…I need…”
“I know what you need, teeska.” His voice had that deep, double growl in it again which made her wonder if his Drake was coming close to the surface. “But I cannot give it to you now.”
To her intense disappointment, Annie felt him pull the plug out of her pussy and place it on her rosebud instead.
“Are you ready, Annie?” he asked in that low, harsh voice. “Ready to wear your tail properly? It is certainly wet enough to slide in easily now.”
Annie wanted to complain that he’d left her hanging—that her clit was throbbing with need and her pussy felt empty. But she reminded herself again that she was nothing but a pet here—a sex pet—and she had to at least appear to obey her master.
“I…I guess so,” she whispered. “Go…go ahead and put it in, Dru.”
“Relax, teeska,” he murmured. “Just relax and let your ass take the plug as easily as your sweet pussy did.”
And with those words, Annie felt the plug-end of the tail sliding gently and smoothly into her ass, her rosebud parting for the thick invader with surprising ease.
“Oh…” she whispered when it was finally seated inside her.
“Does it feel all right?” Dru looked at her anxiously. “Does it hurt, Annie?”
“No…it just feels strange. Almost like it’s a real part of me—like the ears.”
“Because it is, my dear!” The parrot-man came back into view, reminding Annie abruptly that he must have been watching the whole time that Dru had fucked her with the sex toy end of the tail. The thought was horribly embarrassing and yet…kind of erotic too.
We have an audience, she thought. Why doesn’t that bother me more? Am I some kind of closet exhibitionist?
Possibly. But for now, she needed to concentrate on what the parrot-man was saying, not the fact that he had been watching her and Dru get kinky together.
“Swish your tail, my dear,” he told Annie excitedly. “Go on—do it. You should find it as easy as wiggling your new ears.”
Experimentally, Annie tried directing the tail to swish from side to side. The tail—which was about as long as her arm from wrist to shoulder—did as she asked without hesitation. Just like the ears, it was now a part of her. It swished and curled around her legs and stood up, as stiff and straight as a bottle brush, when she told it to.
“This is amazing,” she whispered, as she watched in the mirror the parrot-man held in front of her. “I can really feel it—I have a real tail.”
“Now that it’s acclimated to you, it will be much easier to, ah, remove and insert,” the parrot-man said delicately. “And now for your collar!”
“Collar?” Annie asked but he was already reaching into the storage bin again and pulling out a brightly colored collar. It looked a little like those neon-tube necklaces you buy to wear clubbing, Annie thought. The long tubes you break to create a chemical reaction that makes them glow. Only this one was glowing already and the light coming from it was distinctly purple.
“You did wish her in a purple collar, correct?” the parrot-man asked, looking up at Dru.
The big Kindred, who was wiping his hands with some kind of thin cleaning cloth, nodded.
“Yes—purple is the only proper color for her. I will not allow anyone else to touch her.”
At last what they were saying began to make sense to Annie.
“Oh, is there some kind of color code around here?”
“But of course, my dear,” the parrot-man said. “A red collar means a x’aan-chow is available for anyone to play with. A white collar means she is a virgin…a blue collar means she is available to play with but her master must be involved in the play and there are –oh—so many more.”
“So what does a purple collar mean then?” Annie asked, looking up at Dru.
“It means if you touch my female I will break your fucking hand.” There was a low, possessive growl in his voice and for a moment, his eyes slit open and showed the golden-red fire within.
“Oh,” Annie whispered. As always, when his Drake made an appearance, either through its deep, growling voice or the slitted, flaming eyes, she was both fascinated and alarmed. Danger! screamed the rational part of her mind but there was another part—a deeper part—that wanted more…that wanted to reach out and touch the beast that Dru kept chained within him.
But that will never happen, she reminded herself. He’s said over and over again that he can’t let it out—that letting it escape would be a big mistake and cause all kinds of damage and chaos.
Still, she couldn’t help wishing to see it just once…
“Well, now she’s ready to go except for some nipple jewelry,” the parrot-man said, interrupting her train of thought. He held out a pair of glittering golden springs joined in the middle by a fine-link gold chain.
Annie didn’t protest this time—she wasn’t even that surprised. If she was in a place where she was required to wear cat ears and a cat tail and to show off her body, why wouldn’t she also have to decorate her breasts?
“All right,” she said. “But I want Dru to put it on me.”
The parrot-man raised his feathery green eyebrows.
“Forgive me, my Lord Drugair, but I cannot help noticing that your x’aan-chow refers to you very familiarly by your first name. Do you intend to allow her to do so in the private salon of Lord Slo’vv? I am afraid that might raise some eyebrows if you know what I mean.”
“Of course—you make a good point.” Dru frowned down at Annie. “While we are here, you must call me ‘Master’ or ‘Master Dru.’ Is that clear?”
Annie frowned but nodded.
“Yes, it’s clear.”
I’m just playing a part here, she reminded herself. I have to act like a proper x’aan-chow or people will suspect us.
“Good. Then I will ask Pio’ter here to release you so you can get up on your knees and I can apply the nipple jewelry.”
The parrot-man did something to the side of the platform Annie was kneeling on and she found that the pink foam around her hands and wrists had suddenly become soft and malleable.
Relieved to be able to use her hands again, she raised up on her knees and looked at Drew.
“Pull down your blouse, Annie,” he growled softly. “Let me see your lovely breasts.”
Since he had already
been touching her pussy and ass, Annie knew this probably shouldn’t embarrass her. But she couldn’t help wishing she had a few less freckles on her skin—she always felt like her breasts looked like marshmallows dusted with cinnamon.
But when she pulled the plunging neckline of the shimmery silver top to the sides to bare her breasts, Dru gave a hoarse exclamation and his eyes grew heavy-lidded with lust.
“Gods, so beautiful,” he murmured, cupping one bare breast reverently in his big, warm hand. “I love how full your breasts are, teeska. And your Goddess kisses make them even more charming.”
“Thank you…Master,” Annie said, dropping her eyes and remembering to add the title at the last moment. God, his big, warm hand felt so good against her flesh. He was doing that heat thing again, making the warmth radiate and tingle through her entire breast until her nipple felt hard and tight and her whole body seemed to ache with longing.
“It’s best if you make certain the nipples are erect before you apply the jewelry,” Pio’ter the parrot-man remarked helpfully.
“Of course,” Dru murmured. Cupping both of Annie’s breasts in his big hands, he tugged gently at her nipples, making her moan as sparks of pleasure shot from her tight peaks straight to her pussy.
“Mmmm, Master,” she practically purred and she felt her new ears and tail twitching with the pleasure he was giving her.
I really am turning into a sex-pet, she thought and wondered why the idea didn’t bother her. Probably because she knew she was just playing a part here and also because she liked having Dru’s big hands on her. They’d had kind of a rough beginning but now that she was here with him, on his mission, she told herself she had an obligation to support him and do whatever she had to in order to make it a success.
Even if that meant acting like a literal sex kitten.
Dru’s Drake rose within him as he fondled Annie’s lovely full breasts and pinched her nipples but he found he was able to hold it off, as he had been able to before when he was inserting her tail. The darker half of him was certainly more active and awake now than it had been before he met her, but as long as she wasn’t threatened, he ought to be able to keep it in check.
He hoped, anyway.
She is mine…we should claim her, his Drake grumbled as he fastened the golden springs around her tight nipples and made certain the chain connecting them was hooked securely.
Be still, Dru cautioned his other half. We cannot claim her right now.
Or ever, if he wanted to keep his Drake contained. He was certain now that joining fully with Annie and bonding her to him would bring his darker half out completely and force a shift. But he was careful to keep that knowledge—and his decision not to bond her to him—private from his Drake.
“Your pet looks lovely, if I do say so myself, Lord Drugair,” squawked Pio’ter approvingly. “Let me give her knee and palm-pads and attach a leash to her collar and the two of you will be ready to go before Lord Slo’vv.”
“Knee and palm-pads?” Annie looked up at him, her big brown eyes drugged with pleasure. Dru reminded himself that he had teased her considerably and hadn’t allowed her any kind of sexual release. He would have to see to her later, in the privacy of their rooms. Maybe he would lap her soft little pussy and make her come all over his face before she slept curled in his arms tonight.
Just the thought made both his shaft and his Drake surge.
“Yes!” his darker half growled. “We must taste her honey and mark her as ours.”
“Only if you stay put while I do it,” Dru threatened.
His Drake grumbled some more but settled down. Clearly it was willing to behave—at least in a limited fashion—in matters that had to do with the lovely little Earth female.
My lovely little female, Dru thought possessively as Pio’ter clipped on a long purple, glowing leash which matched her collar and handed him the end of it. And though he had sworn to himself he wouldn’t Claim Annie, he couldn’t help the powerful wave of emotion that swept over him when he looked down and saw her looking back up at him, her little cat ears perked forward and her cat tail curled around her knees.
Fifteen
“Do I really have to crawl on my hands and knees everywhere we go?” Annie asked, panting a little. They had made a quick stop at the private rooms Dru had been assigned—which were absolutely lavish—and now they were on their way to the creepy shadow guy’s private salon. Drew was walking her on a leash and she was crawling like a proper x’aan-chow in a way which would have horrified her feminist friends back home.
Annie thought it was pretty sexist herself but it wasn’t Dru’s fault—this was the lay of the land and when in Rome… Anyway, it wasn’t the lowliness of the part she was playing that bothered her now—it was the fact that the crawling was harder that she’d thought it would be.
You didn’t realize it until you’d done it for a while, but crawling at a quick pace—which she had to use in order to keep up with Dru’s long strides—was really quite a workout. It was probably amazingly aerobically effective, she thought as she scurried after her “Master.” It could even be the next big exercise craze back on Earth.
Annie huffed laughter to herself as she envisioned studios filled with well-to-do women down on their hands and knees, crawling all over the place and bragging about it, the way Michelle Prouty had bragged about being “addicted” to Cross Fit.
“No, I’m serious,” she imagined Michelle saying. “If I don’t start my morning with a crawl, my whole day is just ruined! I’m addicted, I tell you! Addicted.”
“No, of course you do not have to crawl everywhere, teeska,” Dru rumbled, breaking her train of thought. “I can also carry you.” Bending, he scooped her up with one arm and cradled her to his chest like a baby. “Better now?” he asked, looking down at her.
“Well, it’s hardly more dignified,” Annie said, frowning. “But it is a hell of a lot easier on the knees. Thank you…Master,” she added shyly. She was still getting used to calling him that.
She still couldn’t believe how much had changed in such a short time. It seemed just a minute ago she’d faced him down in her own apartment and threatened to pepper spray him if he didn’t leave. And now she was nestled in his arms and calling him “Master.”
Where would all this end? Annie had no idea but for the moment, she was content just to be near the big Kindred and breathe in his camp-fire-at-twilight scent. For some reason, breathing it in made her melt inside and she just wanted to snuggle closer—which was what she did now, rubbing her cheek against his broad chest almost as if she really was the cat she was pretending to be.
“Mmm, my little teeska,” he rumbled, smiling down at her. “You are most welcome. I will be happy to carry you anywhere you like.”
“I probably ought to crawl at least some,” Annie said thoughtfully. “If the other, uh, x’aan-chows are doing it.”
“They do that and a great deal more.” Dru’s face was suddenly grim. “You must not allow their actions to intimidate you, Annie. Remember, you are wearing a purple collar which keeps you safe. Even if I am not in the room with you, no other male will dare to touch you.”
Annie hoped he wasn’t planning on going off and leaving her alone with a bunch of strange sex-pets and their masters but before she could ask about his plans, they came to a set of broad, double doors that seemed to be covered in blood-red velvet.
“Here we are.” Dru gave her a lingering kiss on the lips and then set her gently back down on her hands and knees. “I am afraid you must crawl, at least in here. And keep your eyes open—if you see anything strange, let me know about it later. You can be my eyes on the ground.”
“You got it.” Annie nodded and took a deep breath. “Okay—let’s go.”
Dru shifted the black satchel he had over one shoulder and reached towards the door. Annie thought he was going to knock on it but instead, he just brushed the crimson-velvet surface very lightly with his fingertips. Without a sound, both double doors swung
open, revealing a strangely colorful room.
Annie stared around her as they walked—well Dru walked and she crawled—into the room. The first thing she noticed was the carpet—it was pale lavender and it felt like the softest moss under her palms and knees. She sank in to her wrists as she moved forward and her hands left imprints which faded slowly after she moved on. I was a little like crawling on ultra-plush Play-Do.
The second thing she noticed were the people. There were x’aan-chows like herself of course—most of them dressed in flimsy, see-through costumes. Some were wearing dog-like tails with adorably floppy ears and others had ears and long, flowing tails like horses. One girl even had a tail like a peacock’s—although it was colored gold and bright pink and deep purple instead of green and blue. Some of them seemed to be playing together while others were displayed on slightly raised platforms arranged around the center of the round room.
Of course, to go with the sex-pets, there were also Masters. Low, elegantly carved couches with scrolled arms were arranged around the sides of the long, rectangular room. On these, the men lounged, watching their “pets” at play.
Some were dressed very richly, with silky trousers worn tight at the ankles that ballooned out around the legs in patterned fabrics and elegantly cut, tight-fitting jackets up top. Any one of their outfits looked like it would cost an arm and a leg, Annie thought. Were they princes? Tycoons? Or just ultra-wealthy men here at the Shadow Palace for a vacation?
There were also some men that dressed more like Dru—in black trousers and plain shirts. One especially stood out to Annie. He was wearing black leather trousers, high black boots, and a black leather vest which left his muscular arms bare. He had long auburn hair, much darker than her own, which was twisted into a rough knot at the nape of his thick neck. But more striking than any of these details was the glittering silver eye patch that covered his left eye. It caught Annie’s attention because it had what appeared to be lights and sensors blinking on the outside of it.
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