I Am Puss In Boots

It was daytime, and the sun began to peek through the slits of the window in Elizabeth's room.

The soft sound of sleeping breaths... and a cat's purring echoed in the room.

Elizabeth was sprawled naked on her bed, with an exhausted expression on her face, and nestled between her modest breasts—marked with small bite marks—was Puss's head, wearing a satisfied smile.

But then, his ears started to twitch up and down, as if catching some noise.

Suddenly, his body froze, and he opened his eyes abruptly, looking toward the door.

Footsteps could be heard in the distance, indicating that people were beginning to wake up for the day.

His eyes shifted to the curtain and saw the dim rays of light slipping through the cracks.

He quickly got off her and shook her shoulders.

"Elizabeth, wake up. We have to clean up the mess, the maids could arrive at any moment!" He shook her shoulder, but she seemed far too exhausted from last night's madness.

"Mierda!" he cursed in Spanish when he saw no reaction from her, other than turning her face to the other side.

Desperate, he climbed on top of her belly and used the first move he could think of to wake her.

With his paws on her breasts, he began kneading each of the small peaks alternately.

A strange silence filled the room as he did this.

"Kneading isn't working!" His eyes widened as he saw no effect, then slapped his forehead. "I just woke up, my mind isn't sharp. What am I thinking—kneading isn't for this!"

Coming back to his senses, Puss finally knew what to do.

Grabbing her nipples with his fingers, he twisted them firmly.

"Ahhh! Uhmm!" Elizabeth suddenly opened her eyes wide and lifted her upper body, her hands rushing to her chest to protect herself.

Along with the small cry of pain, there was a suspicious moan in her voice and reaction.

Blinking rapidly to better understand what was happening, she looked down and saw Puss lying on his back between her legs.

"What are you doing there?" She looked at him in confusion.

Puss rolled his eyes, quickly spun around, and stood up.

"This is no time for questions. The maids could arrive to wake you at any moment. You can't be seen naked and in this state. We need to tidy up the room too," he spoke quickly.

That's when her eyes widened in panic and she tried to get up—but immediately collapsed back onto the bed, feeling a strong ache between her legs.

She turned to him and glared.

"Brute!"

Puss stared at her speechless.

"You were the one begging for it harder and faster. No time to rest now, you can do that later."

He spoke bluntly and hurried her, already pulling the sheet off the mattress.

Elizabeth blushed fiercely and glared at him, even as she struggled to stand and began painfully trying to get dressed.

Puss quickly removed the soaked sheets from the previous night and replaced them with a new one he had stolen from the mansion the night before—already preparing for such a situation.

With the swap done, he looked down at the previous night's sheet, which had a faint bloodstain.

Recalling what he had read, he scratched his chin and looked over at Elizabeth, who had just finished getting ready and was now wearing a nightgown.

"Do you want to keep this?" he asked, holding up the blood-stained sheet.

Elizabeth looked at him strangely.

"Why would I keep that?" she asked, finding the question itself strange.

"I don't know—sentimental value?" Puss shrugged.

"Of a dirty sheet?" She looked at him, puzzled.

"I've heard some women keep it..." Puss scratched his head awkwardly.

"As proof of purity to avoid being shamed in political marriages. No emotional value." She shook her head and didn't look at the sheet again.

Puss looked at it, then simply shrugged and rolled it up.

He would ask someone to wash it and return it to the mansion later, not wanting the maids to get in trouble if a sheet went missing. Besides, it wouldn't be the last time he made such a nightly visit to her, and if a sheet disappeared every time, that would be a problem.

"I'm heading out. The maids will arrive soon. They probably won't notice the slight dampness in the bed or the scent on the mattress itself, I believe. But open the windows wide so the smell from last night can air out."

He gave her instructions, put his gear back on, and, receiving a nod from her, prepared to leave.

Putting his ear to the door and listening for a few seconds—hearing nothing—he leapt, turned the knob, and exited under the charming gaze of an Elizabeth biting her lip as she watched him leave, her mind replaying memories from the previous night.

…

Leaving the governor's mansion silently and unnoticed, Puss once again appeared hopping across the rooftops of Port Royal, a sheet in hand, heading to the Golden Claw Bank, where he asked a maid there to wash the sheet, leaving her some money for the service before departing again.

His target: Will's forge.

It was still early, but Will was already awake, practicing his fencing.

Seeing Puss arrive, he looked over at him, sword raised, preparing to spar—but this time, the cat shook his head.

"Not now. I promised to go for a ride with Tornado. You can keep warming up. We'll train later." Puss had barely finished speaking when a horse with gleaming eyes trotted up, holding a saddle in its teeth, which made him laugh.

It looked like a little dog bringing its leash to the owner to go for a walk—and it pretty much was just that.

Grabbing the saddle and climbing onto a higher spot, he strapped it on, tightened the buckles around Tornado's belly, then jumped onto the saddle.

Holding the reins, standing on the saddle, he raised his hat by the brim and swung it, laughing, he shouted:

"Hahaha! Hya!" He urged the horse on.

"Neiiighhh!" Tornado reared up on two legs, happily, then leapt forward, bursting through the forge's door and galloping ahead with Puss on his back.

"Go, Tornado! Faster!"

And the horse obeyed, accelerating and putting all his strength into his legs.

The two looked like a blur, racing through the streets and startling the people already up and about with the dawn.

Thus began a routine that carried on for days, and Puss made the most of his time in Port Royal.

At dawn, he rode Tornado.

"Faster, Tornado!"

"Stronger now! You've got this — give it everything!"

After that, he taught fencing to Will.

"Faster, swing that sword!"

"Stronger, be firmer!"

Then he learned smithing with him.

"Faster, Puss—strike with the hammer, shape the metal to the max!"

"Stronger—the metal can take it, as long as you apply the right technique!"

And then, at night, he would secretly visit Elizabeth.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Faster, Puss! Ah! Ah!"

"Ah! Hmm! Stronger! Tear me apart with that monster between your legs! AHHH!!"

Thus, a month passed in a blur of blissful days, the routine gently repeating itself—until the time came for Puss to resume his journey.