None of them said a word, frozen in time as even the wind took pause during such tension. Both of them held the same fears in their minds, was this person hostile? Neither knew of what to do, she resisted the urge to extract her claws while he was thinking to himself what weapons or tools he could use to defend himself against this intruder.
He moved first, leaping off the bed with haste and landing on his butt. The sheets came with his leave, tangled around his ankle as his hands frantically danced around the floor in search of something, anything, to defend himself with. When at least he turned around to face the intruder with a boot in his hand, his heart shriveled in fear as the woman had disappeared. What just happened, he wondered as he began to look around. She was nowhere to be seen, and worse yet the only source of light came from the fireplace glowing from the other room.
He opened the door a bit wider, peaking through into the main room and finding his tunic beside the fireplace with a wooden towl seemingly been tossed side. Feeling around his chest, his hand moved down to feel his genital area to find his dick seemed wet and somewhat sticky at the tip. This confirmed that his dream wasn't just a spontaneous erotic experience but rather something which did happen to him. But... why? Could this confirm that perhaps a succubus had found her way into his bed?
Placing the boot on the wooden chair, he knelt down and reached for his tunic. A few strands of silver cat fur tagged the fabric, so he was certain he had rescued a cat from the storm. But now this led to another question, where was the cat?
A pair of tails dangled from the ceiling below, wiggling and waving before moving back up when he slowly stood on his feet. He swallowed and began walking toward the kitchen counter, slowly reached for a cooking knife. His grasp tightening around the handle added some comfort to his fears, even if he was alone he could defend himself at the very least. When he stepped back, he felt something different into the floorboard with his barefeet. Kneeling down, he saw large dented carvings over the cellar door. Touching them with his index finger confirmed just how deep it went. Something was hungry, some... creature.
His eyes caught movement on the reflect of his knife in hand.
Spinning around, he was met with a fierce pounce. They fell over the cellar door, crashing through and falling down the wooden stairs. When he came to, he felt all sorts of pain around his elbows and back. The animal hissed and shook its head left and right, hunched over on all fours. It was so dark that all he could see was a pair of amber eyes which seemed fixated onto him. He saw those eyes disappear when it spun around before feeling some sort of whip sweep across his ankles, sending him on his back as his head fell against a barrel behind him. A shelf from above gave out and tipped over as some rope fell on his lap. He flinched and rubbed the source of impact, gritting his teeth. It pounced on him again, this time staring into his eyes as he stared back. Breathing heavily, he found his hands were moving on their own and quickly he wrapped the rope around it's body as it growled and thrashed backward, pulling him forward. It began rolling around before clumsily climbing its way up the stairs. Its paws were not suited for climbing as it slipped once or twice. In that moment, he lunged forward and held the creature from behind, wrapping his arms around its body and sealing his grip with his fingers interlocked at the creature's chest.
She screamed loudly, her voice bellowed within the cabin walls as she lunged forward and crashed against the kitchen counter, banging his head into a cabinet. She did this repeatedly, throwing her weight and slamming him against the wall or cabinets, breaking several of them in the process until what felt like minutes had passed and she found herself out of breath and strength. Her knees folded and she gave out, collapsing to the floor as he began tying the rope around her body...
Her, it was a woman. That became clear to him now through his racing heart and throbbing head and aching body. This wasn't an animal but rather it was that same woman he found on his bed. When he tried to bind her hands, instead of wrists he was met with fur. Fur which began from her wrists to where her paws stood. Tracing his fingers around her paws, they felt like the softest fabrice he had ever touched, warm and gentle almost. It matched her silver hair color, long yet messy especially after their struggle. What was this creature, or was she a woman?
"You're... a monster girl." He realized under his breath.
He had known of them, feared them, and to an extent he had encountered some which fell under their category of monster girls. But this one was different, he could see it in her eyes. She was scared. His heart sunk and without hesitation he quickly undid the ropes around her paws, freeing her as she slowly pulled her arms to her chest. Those cat eyes were staring again, locked onto his eyes. His light brown eyes seemed plain in comparison to the golden color in her eyes, they seemed mesmerizing, captivating, beautiful in fact.
He reached out and held his hand in the air as she flinched and bared her fangs. Cautiously he lowered his hand over her head, rubbing between her cat ears and scratching behind them. This calmed her down as she closed her eyes and relaxed, a reaction which urged him to continue. She began producing this strange noise, something like a low growl but it felt like some sort of vibration coursing through her body.
Is she purring, like a cat purrs?
He could see it now, the ears, the paws, her tails all seemed like the same traits to a cat.
"KuliKuli?" He whispered to her.
Her eyes flashed wide open, scaring him as he pulled back when suddenly she bent her limbs and pounced. He fell back, arms pinned by her front paws as she growled and leaned forward until their noses nearly touched. He was breathing hard, unable to speak or move as he found himself frozen beneath her. He cried out when he saw her claws reveal themselves from her fuzzy paws, he anticipated that in a moment she would swipe at his neck and he would be drowning in a pool of his own blood. He could do nothing, think of nothing, simply accepting his fate as he stared into her beautiful eyes one last time.
Her eyes grew narrow as she held him down, her tails waving behind her as she studied his fearful expression. This hoo-man wasn't a threat to her, he was scared for his life just as she was. Yet, she found it peculiar that he did not end her life when he had the opportunity.
Why?
She growled and revealed her sharp teeth to him, making him whimper beneath her. He turned his head and held his breath as she leaned in, her mouth open and her fangs reaching for his neck.
"P-please..." He squeezed his eyes shut, head turned aside as he prepared for the worst. She was so close that he could feel her breath, she moved in and-
Licked his cheek.
He opened his eyes, feeling her tongue run across his cheek again and again. When he tried to face her, she moved and began licking his nose and chin instead.
"Hey, hey." He chuckled, finding the treatment strange yet intriguing. "Stop, that tickles haha, hey please."
She refused, keeping his arms pinned down as she showered his face with affectionate licks from left to right. This hoo-man wasn't a threat anymore, to the Nekomata it appeared as if he was enjoying this. He couldn't stop laughing and that in turn brought a smile to her face. At some point she moved around and released his arms, but he did not push her away.
"Stop hahahaha-ha! Pleeeease-hahaha!"
She didn't stop until her tummy began to growl and ache, reminding her of the many days she had gone without food.
"Hungry?" He asked as she pulled back and rubbed her tummy with a sad look. "Wait here, I'll get you something."
She tilted her head, calmly observing the naked young man as he entered the cellar hole while being careful not to hurt himself. After their struggle caused them to break through the hatch, there was a lot of chipped wood and splinters at the bottom of the stairs. He walked on his toes relying on memory to figure where he was going in the dark. Reaching around, his hands settled on another barrel before he pushed the lid open and reached in for something cold and slimy.
A minute later, he climbed back onto the kitchen floor, wincing in pain as he felt tiny stings around his feet and thighs. She lit up as soon as he raised his hand to show her a piece of salted pork, fresh and uncooked as it still held its meaty texture.
"I don't know if you'll eat it raw, I can use the fire and-" She dove in and snatched the pork away with her teeth, quickly digging her hungry fangs into its chewy texture and ripping a chunk off while holding it down with her paws. "... whoa."
The way she popped her jaw while gritting her tough down, the messy form of eating with her tongue licking across her chin, she didn't care that her cheeks were stained with slimy juices while she enjoyed her meal. He chuckled as she began to purr while finished what was left of her pork, he hoped it was enough to satisfy her for the night. It was the last piece of meat he had stored for now. He would need to make a trip to the market soon for more food.
She burped, licking her paw and running it over her hair. He sat against the wall observing her as she sniffed around and began moving on all fours again. When he stood up to walk around, he saw her staring out the window as the rain had come to pass, just in time for the three moons to shine through. He approached her and looked outside as well, everything was so calm and quiet outside. It was like nature had washed itself of any filth and was resting until the sun arose to dry.
It was beautiful.
It was also really late and he guessed that in a few short hours the rooster will sing and it will be time for him to see how the animals are doing. He looked at her and saw her rub her sleepy eyes. Maybe if the cows weren't scared, he could offer her some milk in the morning. It wouldn't hurt to teach her a few things too, like not touching him when he was sleeping.
The thought made him go red with embarrassment as he now thought about what she did to him. It was wrong no doubt, he would put a stop to that if she stays.
If she stays. That was something else he would need to think about. Maybe something to do in the morning if she is feeling better. He was petting her head, hearing her purr as she leaned against his leg with closed eyes. She looked so peaceful like this, he couldn't help but to see her face even though she was naked. And she was naked, small breasts and round ass presented with no shame at all. Indeed, her body was beautiful... but he wasn't looking at her body.
When he tried to move, he noticed she had falled asleep against him. Being careful with her, he knelt down and picked her up with an arm under her legs and a hand on her back, carrying her to the only bed available in the cabin. Hopefully she wouldn't be using her claws soon. Gently, he placed her down and pulled the blanket over her sleeping form when her tails wrapped around his leg to pull him in. He tried to resist but they held him tight, and he was too sleepy anyways. Succumbing to her demand, he leaned against her and pulled the cover up to her chest, keeping his arm around her.
She smiled when her ear picked up his familiar little snores behind her, leaning into his chest before joining him in his sleep.
None of them said a word, frozen in time as even the wind took pause during such tension. Both of them held the same fears in their minds, was this person hostile? Neither knew of what to do, she resisted the urge to extract her claws while he was thinking to himself what weapons or tools he could use to defend himself against this intruder.
He moved first, leaping off the bed with haste and landing on his butt. The sheets came with his leave, tangled around his ankle as his hands frantically danced around the floor in search of something, anything, to defend himself with. When at least he turned around to face the intruder with a boot in his hand, his heart shriveled in fear as the woman had disappeared. What just happened, he wondered as he began to look around. She was nowhere to be seen, and worse yet the only source of light came from the fireplace glowing from the other room.
He opened the door a bit wider, peaking through into the main room and finding his tunic beside the fireplace with a wooden towl seemingly been tossed side. Feeling around his chest, his hand moved down to feel his genital area to find his dick seemed wet and somewhat sticky at the tip. This confirmed that his dream wasn't just a spontaneous erotic experience but rather something which did happen to him. But... why? Could this confirm that perhaps a succubus had found her way into his bed?
Placing the boot on the wooden chair, he knelt down and reached for his tunic. A few strands of silver cat fur tagged the fabric, so he was certain he had rescued a cat from the storm. But now this led to another question, where was the cat?
A pair of tails dangled from the ceiling below, wiggling and waving before moving back up when he slowly stood on his feet. He swallowed and began walking toward the kitchen counter, slowly reached for a cooking knife. His grasp tightening around the handle added some comfort to his fears, even if he was alone he could defend himself at the very least. When he stepped back, he felt something different into the floorboard with his barefeet. Kneeling down, he saw large dented carvings over the cellar door. Touching them with his index finger confirmed just how deep it went. Something was hungry, some... creature.
His eyes caught movement on the reflect of his knife in hand.
Spinning around, he was met with a fierce pounce. They fell over the cellar door, crashing through and falling down the wooden stairs. When he came to, he felt all sorts of pain around his elbows and back. The animal hissed and shook its head left and right, hunched over on all fours. It was so dark that all he could see was a pair of amber eyes which seemed fixated onto him. He saw those eyes disappear when it spun around before feeling some sort of whip sweep across his ankles, sending him on his back as his head fell against a barrel behind him. A shelf from above gave out and tipped over as some rope fell on his lap. He flinched and rubbed the source of impact, gritting his teeth. It pounced on him again, this time staring into his eyes as he stared back. Breathing heavily, he found his hands were moving on their own and quickly he wrapped the rope around it's body as it growled and thrashed backward, pulling him forward. It began rolling around before clumsily climbing its way up the stairs. Its paws were not suited for climbing as it slipped once or twice. In that moment, he lunged forward and held the creature from behind, wrapping his arms around its body and sealing his grip with his fingers interlocked at the creature's chest.
She screamed loudly, her voice bellowed within the cabin walls as she lunged forward and crashed against the kitchen counter, banging his head into a cabinet. She did this repeatedly, throwing her weight and slamming him against the wall or cabinets, breaking several of them in the process until what felt like minutes had passed and she found herself out of breath and strength. Her knees folded and she gave out, collapsing to the floor as he began tying the rope around her body...
Her, it was a woman. That became clear to him now through his racing heart and throbbing head and aching body. This wasn't an animal but rather it was that same woman he found on his bed. When he tried to bind her hands, instead of wrists he was met with fur. Fur which began from her wrists to where her paws stood. Tracing his fingers around her paws, they felt like the softest fabrice he had ever touched, warm and gentle almost. It matched her silver hair color, long yet messy especially after their struggle. What was this creature, or was she a woman?
"You're... a monster girl." He realized under his breath.
He had known of them, feared them, and to an extent he had encountered some which fell under their category of monster girls. But this one was different, he could see it in her eyes. She was scared. His heart sunk and without hesitation he quickly undid the ropes around her paws, freeing her as she slowly pulled her arms to her chest. Those cat eyes were staring again, locked onto his eyes. His light brown eyes seemed plain in comparison to the golden color in her eyes, they seemed mesmerizing, captivating, beautiful in fact.
He reached out and held his hand in the air as she flinched and bared her fangs. Cautiously he lowered his hand over her head, rubbing between her cat ears and scratching behind them. This calmed her down as she closed her eyes and relaxed, a reaction which urged him to continue. She began producing this strange noise, something like a low growl but it felt like some sort of vibration coursing through her body.
Is she purring, like a cat purrs?
He could see it now, the ears, the paws, her tails all seemed like the same traits to a cat.
"KuliKuli?" He whispered to her.
Her eyes flashed wide open, scaring him as he pulled back when suddenly she bent her limbs and pounced. He fell back, arms pinned by her front paws as she growled and leaned forward until their noses nearly touched. He was breathing hard, unable to speak or move as he found himself frozen beneath her. He cried out when he saw her claws reveal themselves from her fuzzy paws, he anticipated that in a moment she would swipe at his neck and he would be drowning in a pool of his own blood. He could do nothing, think of nothing, simply accepting his fate as he stared into her beautiful eyes one last time.
Her eyes grew narrow as she held him down, her tails waving behind her as she studied his fearful expression. This hoo-man wasn't a threat to her, he was scared for his life just as she was. Yet, she found it peculiar that he did not end her life when he had the opportunity.
Why?
She growled and revealed her sharp teeth to him, making him whimper beneath her. He turned his head and held his breath as she leaned in, her mouth open and her fangs reaching for his neck.
"P-please..." He squeezed his eyes shut, head turned aside as he prepared for the worst. She was so close that he could feel her breath, she moved in and-
Licked his cheek.
He opened his eyes, feeling her tongue run across his cheek again and again. When he tried to face her, she moved and began licking his nose and chin instead.
"Hey, hey." He chuckled, finding the treatment strange yet intriguing. "Stop, that tickles haha, hey please."
She refused, keeping his arms pinned down as she showered his face with affectionate licks from left to right. This hoo-man wasn't a threat anymore, to the Nekomata it appeared as if he was enjoying this. He couldn't stop laughing and that in turn brought a smile to her face. At some point she moved around and released his arms, but he did not push her away.
"Stop hahahaha-ha! Pleeeease-hahaha!"
She didn't stop until her tummy began to growl and ache, reminding her of the many days she had gone without food.
"Hungry?" He asked as she pulled back and rubbed her tummy with a sad look. "Wait here, I'll get you something."
She tilted her head, calmly observing the naked young man as he entered the cellar hole while being careful not to hurt himself. After their struggle caused them to break through the hatch, there was a lot of chipped wood and splinters at the bottom of the stairs. He walked on his toes relying on memory to figure where he was going in the dark. Reaching around, his hands settled on another barrel before he pushed the lid open and reached in for something cold and slimy.
A minute later, he climbed back onto the kitchen floor, wincing in pain as he felt tiny stings around his feet and thighs. She lit up as soon as he raised his hand to show her a piece of salted pork, fresh and uncooked as it still held its meaty texture.
"I don't know if you'll eat it raw, I can use the fire and-" She dove in and snatched the pork away with her teeth, quickly digging her hungry fangs into its chewy texture and ripping a chunk off while holding it down with her paws. "... whoa."
The way she popped her jaw while gritting her tough down, the messy form of eating with her tongue licking across her chin, she didn't care that her cheeks were stained with slimy juices while she enjoyed her meal. He chuckled as she began to purr while finished what was left of her pork, he hoped it was enough to satisfy her for the night. It was the last piece of meat he had stored for now. He would need to make a trip to the market soon for more food.
She burped, licking her paw and running it over her hair. He sat against the wall observing her as she sniffed around and began moving on all fours again. When he stood up to walk around, he saw her staring out the window as the rain had come to pass, just in time for the three moons to shine through. He approached her and looked outside as well, everything was so calm and quiet outside. It was like nature had washed itself of any filth and was resting until the sun arose to dry.
It was beautiful.
It was also really late and he guessed that in a few short hours the rooster will sing and it will be time for him to see how the animals are doing. He looked at her and saw her rub her sleepy eyes. Maybe if the cows weren't scared, he could offer her some milk in the morning. It wouldn't hurt to teach her a few things too, like not touching him when he was sleeping.
The thought made him go red with embarrassment as he now thought about what she did to him. It was wrong no doubt, he would put a stop to that if she stays.
If she stays. That was something else he would need to think about. Maybe something to do in the morning if she is feeling better. He was petting her head, hearing her purr as she leaned against his leg with closed eyes. She looked so peaceful like this, he couldn't help but to see her face even though she was naked. And she was naked, small breasts and round ass presented with no shame at all. Indeed, her body was beautiful... but he wasn't looking at her body.
When he tried to move, he noticed she had falled asleep against him. Being careful with her, he knelt down and picked her up with an arm under her legs and a hand on her back, carrying her to the only bed available in the cabin. Hopefully she wouldn't be using her claws soon. Gently, he placed her down and pulled the blanket over her sleeping form when her tails wrapped around his leg to pull him in. He tried to resist but they held him tight, and he was too sleepy anyways. Succumbing to her demand, he leaned against her and pulled the cover up to her chest, keeping his arm around her.
She smiled when her ear picked up his familiar little snores behind her, leaning into his chest before joining him in his sleep.
