Chapter 32: Submissive Cat

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Submissive Cat

Whoosh!

A gust of wind passed through the small bathroom of the inn as Michael’s body materialized back into reality. The residual coolness of the Astral Space still clung to his skin for a second before the familiar heat and scent of the bedroom seeped beneath the door. ℯ

He exhaled once, rolled his shoulders, and reached for the latch.

The door opened with a click, and the sight beyond it made him pause.

Raven sat on the bed in a perfect seiza, her thighs folded neatly beneath her, back straight, and hands resting lightly on her knees. Soft afternoon light from the half-open shutters painted warm stripes across her tanned skin.

The moment the door moved, her golden eyes flew open.

They sparkled with such obvious excitement that Michael was reminded of a child who had just been handed an enormous ice cream sundae.

’...What happened while I was gone?’

"Husband! You’re back!" she squealed in delight.

Michael blinked, pointing at himself. "...Husband?"

Raven nodded so hard that her two-toned hair bounced. A faint blush still colored her cheeks, but she quickly cleared her throat and tried to look serious.

The effect was immediately... ineffective, as the soft, milky swell of her bare breasts rose and fell with every breath, while the tiny fang peeking past her lower lip only made her nervous excitement more obvious.

"You see..." she said, raising one finger. "My beastkin tribe has a rule that any man who takes a maiden’s virginity becomes her husband, so..."

She looked away, her face growing even redder. "That’s why I called you my husband."

Michael’s expression went blank.

’....’

’Yeah, that definitely sounds like some fuckass rule an author back on Earth would make up after the MC grapes a girl because of some Yin energy bullshit.’

Raven looked up at him, quietly reading his emotions to gauge whether she should say anything more.

"Uhm... Since I was the one who offered myself, I won’t force anything."

She hesitated, then bit her lower lip."But... I just wanted you to know that I’m now your woman."

Her golden eyes met his again, carrying none of their earlier playfulness. "So... if I ever get into danger, your name will be the first one I call."

Michael’s gaze lingered on her for a long moment before he ran a hand through his hair and let out a long breath.

"I know I have to take responsibility for you, but jumping straight to being your husband... aren’t we moving a little too fast?"

Raven’s ears drooped slightly.

She had expected that reaction, but hearing it still made her chest tighten.

"So... you don’t like being called my husband?"

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose. "Raven, it isn’t anything like that."

Raven lowered her gaze, suddenly looking much less confident than she had a moment ago. Her fingers fidgeted against the mattress before she slowly shifted closer.

"I know it’s sudden," she murmured. "And I know you didn’t promise me anything."

She paused beside him, then looked up through her lashes.

"But..."

Raven hesitated for a moment before dropping forward onto all fours. Her back arched naturally as she crawled across the mattress toward him, her golden eyes never leaving his.

"Maybe... you wouldn’t hate being my husband."

Her voice softened. "I’m a good girl, you know."

A faint blush spread across her cheeks. "And I don’t mind if you have other women... especially Her Highness."

Michael’s gaze went blank once more. ’Why do I suddenly feel like she’s doing this more because she wants to be some kind of co-wife with Seraphine?:

When Raven finally reached him, she didn’t say anything else. Instead, she rubbed her cheek gently against his thigh, her tail giving a small, nervous flick as her ears twitched, seeking his attention like an affectionate cat.

"So don’t throw Raven away, okay?"

She looked up at him with those golden eyes. "I’ll be a good girl."

Michael suddenly swallowed hard. His cock—already half-hard—surged to full, aching hardness in a single heartbeat, tenting the shirt still tied around his waist.

He stared down at the adorable feline girl and tried to grit his teeth, fighting the urge to act on impulse. But true to his name, he was thoroughly a pervert when it came to beautiful women.

’Well, I already have more women than most men can handle... what’s one more?’

Seeing the huge, heavy thing now pressed against her cheeks, Raven’s smirk returned.

Her small hand reached out and tried to wrap around the thick, scorching length. Her fingers couldn’t even close halfway. She gave what little she could a slow, deliberate stroke, feeling the heavy veins pulse under her palm and the weight of him throb in her grip.

"Husband still hasn’t had enough of Raven?" she purred.

She lifted the massive cock—longer than her own head—and rested the full, burning shaft across her face.

The musky, masculine scent of him flooded her senses immediately. Her golden eyes fluttered half-shut as she inhaled deeply, rubbing the hot underside along her soft cheek, her nose, the corner of her parted lips. A fresh bead of precum smeared across her skin like a brand.

Then she tilted her head, parted her lips, and took the flushed, leaking head into her mouth with a wet, greedy suck.

Her tongue swirled once... twice... collecting every drop of that salty fluid, before swirling under the ridge. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder, making a soft, obscene sound around him.

When she finally pulled off, a thin, glistening string of spit and precum still connected her swollen lips to the tip.

"Because Raven wants to lose her mind again..."

Michael stared down at the seductive little cat-girl on her knees, her lips glistening and her ears twitching with barely contained desire.

For the first time, he felt something dangerously close to fear toward one of his own women.

’This girl... she’s going to be dangerous.’

Raven’s small hand tugged lightly at his heavy length as her tongue slipped out, dragging slowly along the sensitive underside. She traced a thick vein all the way to the base before looking up at him through half-lidded golden eyes.

"Husband~" she purred. "Please breed Raven again."