Demonic Pornstar System

Author: Got your comments about the slow pace. Thanks for the feedback.

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Bastet, not content with merely inhaling, leaned in again, her nose strongly brushing against the wet fabric that unjustly hid something precious from her! She took another deep, exaggerated sniff, purring like an overworked engine. Her eyes, thick with desire, flickered to his swim trunks, and a mischievous glint appeared. Her hands, which had been resting just above his knees, suddenly darted downwards, aiming for the waistband.

But then something entirely out of the tanned catwoman's expectations occurred.

A long, hard object, finally freed from its confinement, lashed out with surprising speed and force, aiming straight for Bastet's cheeks.

*SMACK!*

"Nya!!" she yelped, releasing a startled, high-pitched cry that echoed through the steamy air. Her golden eyes snapped wide, instantly welling with tears. She recoiled, one hand flying to her cheek, rubbing it as if she'd been struck by a thunderbolt. Next, she looked up at Kaiden with an expression of utter betrayal. "You hit me!"

Kaiden's already sizeable smirk instantly widened, going from ear to ear. He slowly removed his hand from her hair, raising both palms in a gesture of innocence. "Whatever could you mean, Bastet? My hands have been right here, stroking your lovely hair, all this while." He wiggled his fingers playfully.

Bastet's eye twitched annoyedly. The sheer, unadulterated smugness on his face was infuriating. And yet… she knew he was right. He had been stroking her hair. It was her own eager hands, driven by a primal, raw need, that had initiated the embarrassing incident.

Her needy, excited brain, so focused on the tantalizing prospect of eating him up, hadn't quite processed the… 'rebounding' implications of his excited member being suddenly unfettered.

She let out a cute, frustrated grumble, a sound halfway between a growl and a purr. "I didn't know that I swore my allegiance to such an unfair master!" she hissed, refusing to articulate the embarrassing realization her brain arrived at out loud.

He might have subjugated her heart and body back in the desert dungeon, but her pride as a woman, as a Ra-Blessed Felinid, wouldn't allow her to admit such a self-inflicted folly. She glared at him, a tiny, adorable scowl on her face, before her gaze involuntarily dipped back to the now-settled lady-piercer resting against her cheeks.

Her brain immediately entered the process of rapid re-wiring.

The sting of embarrassment, the fleeting annoyance stemming from Kaiden's smugness… it all began to melt away, replaced by an overwhelming, primal urge traversing across her whole body.

The proximity of his now exposed skin, the scent of him, the sheer, undeniable presence of what had just smacked her… it was too much.

Her eyes, moments ago narrowed in a frustrated glare, softened and dilated. The scowl vanished, replaced by an expression of pure, unadulterated fascination. Her nose twitched. Slowly, inexorably, Bastet leaned in again, all previous modesty and embarrassment forgotten.

There was no fabric to hide anything this time around. She inhaled deeply, her purr beginning to rumble anew, a sound of profound contentment and all-consuming hunger.

"Look at that addicted little kitty," Nyx purred from her spot near the bath, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she watched Bastet sniff Kaiden's cock all over. "She's practically inhaling him."

Luna snorted. "This hopeless woman fell so damn hard, didn't she? It's as if she ingested a drug her nervous system didn't have an ounce of resistance against. One sniff and poof, all that pride just evaporated."

Aria beamed, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "It's only natural. He is Kai, after all." She spoke as if "It's Kai, duh," alone was the ultimate explanation for all phenomena surrounding him.

Nyx and Luna exchanged a dry, amused look as a silent agreement passed between them that it was better not to question Aria when she was in her 'Kai fangirl mode.' Which, they'd noticed, happened to be more and more often these days. They simply let her bask in her radiant, Kaiden-centric glow.

Meanwhile, the heavy sniffing action going on in the bathtub transitioned seamlessly into something more tactile.

Bastet's tongue, a soft, warm, and remarkably agile instrument, darted out. First, a tentative touch, then a more confident, saliva-rich lick tracing the length of him. Her eyes, still wide and dilated, fluttered closed in sheer bliss as she continued her exploration of her master's delicious body, her bronze skin practically vibrating with sheer delight.

"Mrowl..."

"Mhhhmm~"

*Slurp!*

Little satisfied whimpers escaped her throat between licks, serving as a clear indication of her absolute contentment with her current situation. She was defeated and subjugated in the most humiliating manner, her pride utterly dismantled, yet a profound, unsettling peace settled over her. She simply couldn't bring herself to care about it.

Kaiden looked down at Bastet, watching her work with a feral energy. Her head bobbed up and down his length, her tongue flicking out of her mouth, letting the world see a mesmerizing flash of pink.

The sight, the sounds, the sheer, unadulterated devotion in her movements stirred something deep within Kaiden. He already knew it, but he was once again ascertained about the fact that he brought home one hell of an amazing monster girl lover from the dungeons. A slow smile spread across his face, a mixture of satisfaction and genuine affection.

He reached out, letting his hand land on the top of her head. As his palm settled into her damp, lush hair, he began to pet the girl, slowly at first, then with more rhythmic affection.

Just as he anticipated, her purring immediately intensified, rising in a guttural crescendo that vibrated through the water and resonated against his skin, giving his cock a truly heavenly sensation.

All the while Bastet never once ceased her licking and sucking, she greedily leaned into the touch, bumping her head like a spoiled kitten demanding more, her tail curling tighter around his calf underwater. Each stroke seemed to fuel her efforts, her licks growing bolder, more insistent.

But just as Bastet was truly getting into it, Kaiden refocused his attention on the chat of Valhalla's Sinners, where pure chaos was going on.

It was time to answer the questions!