Chapter 31: What’s New, Pussycat?

IRO

Iro and Beck spent nearly an hour with Holly, who mostly kept to herself, only occasionally whispering something under her breath.

She seemed to appreciate their company, but wasn’t in the mood to talk. Iro understood and felt a pang of sympathy for her. If what she’d said was true, he wondered if she’d even remember ~him~.

Eventually, Holly started to move, attempting to stand. Iro and Beck helped her up, stretching their own stiff muscles in the process.

“T-thank you, guys. That was…really nice,” Holly said, her gratitude evident as she pulled Beck and Iro into a tight hug. “Oops…that was a seam. I need to get home. Zel’s going to have a fit.”

Iro was the first to respond. “We’ll walk you home. We want to make sure you get there safely.”

Beck agreed with a nod, and despite Holly’s brief protest, the three of them headed back to the mansion in another rickshaw. They thanked the driver and went inside.

As they entered, Zeltaria emerged from the library and quickly took Holly under their arm. They gave Beck and Iro a nod and a smile before disappearing into the back of the mansion.

The Succubus didn’t seem upset, but Iro couldn’t make out any whispered conversation between them or understand how Zeltaria was so prepared for Holly’s return.

Beck let out a sigh and stretched, trying to act casual. “Do…you think Mika’s doing anything today?”

Iro smirked at his human friend and nodded. “She should be working today. But I’m sure Zel would forgive any…~deviation~ from her routine if it’s because she’s entertaining a guest.”

Beck blushed and quickly looked away to hide a smile. “You said I was free to wander the house?”

“Within reason. Just knock before entering, okay?”

“Okay, okay. T-thanks, Iro.”

“Go get ’er, you horny human,” Iro teased with a knowing smirk as Beck headed off in search of a certain feline.

Iro went upstairs to his room, deciding to spend some time tidying up. His friend was off in search of a lay, his boss was taking care of his coworker…or friend?

Iro wasn’t sure where he stood with Holly, but he assumed she considered him a friend.

He was still off work, but now he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. A glance out his window showed it was still a beautiful day. “Maybe I’ll go swimming,” he mumbled to himself.

BECK

Beck started wandering the lower halls of the mansion, looking for Mika.

The feline had been very welcoming and accommodating during Beck’s stay, and she wanted to spend a bit more time with her before leaving the next day.

But finding her wasn’t ~easy~. The mansion was enormous!

As Beck wandered into another room and down a short flight of stone stairs, she realized she was in a wine cellar.

Rows of bottles arranged in a diamond pattern and large casks deeper inside suggested that Zeltaria was either a collector or a serious drinker. Beck preferred to think the former.

“Beck?”

A slightly drowsy voice came from above, and Beck looked up to see Mika lounging on one of the support beams, clearly just waking up from a nap.

“Should you be sleeping on the job?” Beck asked as Mika stretched and shifted to lay on the beam, gazing down at Beck.

“Zel understands. Felines ~all~ need extra sleep, so she lets me sneak off for a quick nap between tasks. She’s really nice like that.”

Mika lazily kicked her hind legs as she lay on her stomach, slowly tracing a claw over the wooden beam she was on.

“But what are ~you~ doing down here? It’s not exactly the place a host would want to find a guest, snooping in the wine cellar…”

Beck shifted her weight and crossed her arms over her stomach, slowly raising her arms to accentuate her chest, starting to work on enticing Mika down and, importantly, into her arms.

“Well, I guess I just got a little lost while looking for somewhere to ~lay ~myself…” she said with a smirk directed at Mika.

The feline started to get up, intentionally exaggerating a stretch before gracefully dropping off the beam and landing in a balanced crouch, her maid’s uniform flaring around her legs.

“Oh, ~is that so~? Well, I can think of a few places…” Mika grinned at Beck, her sharp feline teeth showing.

Mika’s ears flicked backward just as the cellar door opened again. “Miss Mika?!” came Cerys’ prim and proper voice, tinged with irritation.

Mika’s ears flattened and her tail spiked briefly before she turned to Beck. “Oh, fish sticks…here.”

Mika shoved a bottle of wine into Beck’s hands. Where she’d been hiding it, Beck had no idea. “Hold this and…uh, ~hide.~”

Mika turned back to face the cautious sound of hooves descending the wide staircase.

She felt the back of her skirt lift and Beck slide underneath, causing the feline to squeak in surprise. But she knew she couldn’t do anything about it before Cerys came into view.

“Mika, are you in the wine bottles ~again~? You know you’re not supposed to be.”

Mika slowly shook her head and tried to look innocent. “N-no, not this time, Cerys. I’m just…uh, looking for Beck. I-Iro said she was wandering around. I wanted to make sure she didn’t get hurt!”

Cerys gave Mika a flat stare. “Mika…you really need to learn to be more honest ~and~ not drag others into your schemes. Show me your hands.”

Mika did as she was told, showing her empty hands. Beck, perfectly positioned under Mika’s skirt, decided to have a little bit of fun.

She placed the wine bottle gently on her lap, her hand sliding up Mika’s inner thigh to press softly against her delicate underwear.

Mika jolted at the touch, stifling a squeak. This prompted Cerys to come closer, inspecting her gloved hands. “Tail.”

Mika lifted her tail, showing it was just a regular cat’s tail. Beck, hidden under Mika’s skirt, figured Mika had probably used it for smuggling before.

Beck couldn’t help but grin as she started to slowly rub a faint damp spot on Mika’s panties, eager to tease her.

“Are you going to make me strip-search you, or will you tell me why you were down here?” Cerys asked, clearly frustrated with dealing with Mika.

Mika huffed, her tail puffing up, but it was more from Beck’s touch than any threat from Cerys.

“Alright! I was just here for a nap. It’s dark, it’s cool, ~usually~ no one bothers me, and I can pick out a bottle to steal later. Or convince Zel to open. Either way. But this was just my reconnaissance nap, okay?”

Cerys crossed her arms and glared before finally backing down. “~Fine~. But if I find out you ~did~ steal a bottle, I’ll make sure Master Zeltaria knows. Now, behave.”

Cerys turned and walked away, carefully climbing the stairs out of the cellar.

Mika exhaled the breath she had been holding and fell backward, revealing Beck from under her skirt. She glared at Beck. “Was that necessary?!”

Beck grinned, wiping her fingers on her pants. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

Mika blushed and lightly swatted Beck’s forehead before standing up and fixing her skirt, clearly aroused. “F-fine…you keep that bottle and when I come to get you, we can open it and have a good time, okay?”

Beck grinned, lifting the bottle. It was decades older than her. “Deal.”

***

Beck waited in her room after dinner that night, jumping when she heard a soft knock.

She tiptoed to the door, opening it to find Mika dressed in nothing more than a white lacy babydoll nightie, peeking up and down the hall, a corkscrew and two simple glasses in her hand.

She pushed her way into Beck’s guest room, shutting the door behind her with her body, allowing Beck to lean against her and pin her to the door.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Beck grinned, rubbing her nose against Mika’s, a move Iro had always said he liked, and it seemed Mika did too. “Not a problem. You’re worth the wait.”

Mika purred softly, holding up a glass for Beck. “~Charmer~.”

She gracefully slipped under Beck’s arm and strutted into the room, her tail swaying back and forth, revealing that Mika was dressed in ~only~ the nightie.

~She’s doing this on purpose~, Beck thought as she followed Mika and retrieved the bottle from a dresser, placing it on a small table in the room along with her glass.

“Thanks for covering for me…you’re…really nice, for a human,” Mika said, somewhat shyly as she took the bottle and uncorked it.

She poured herself and Beck a half-glass and set the bottle aside, holding her cup up for a toast. “Any ideas?”

Beck grabbed her glass and clinked it against Mika’s. “To new friends, fur and all.”

Mika grinned and downed her cup in one go, setting it down and reaching her hands to Beck’s shoulders. Beck had only managed a sip or two, taken aback by the strength of the drink.

“Good toast…come here. Let me show you how ~felines~ treat their new friends.”

Beck quickly set her glass aside and let Mika pull her to the bed. Mika skillfully removed Beck’s pants and pushed her onto the bed, crawling over Beck’s body with all the grace of a cat.

Mika ran her hand up along the curve of Beck’s chest and to her neck, lifting her chin to look at her.

“My mom always warned me about humans, you know…I think I understand why now.”

She leaned down to kiss Beck, letting her studded tongue meet the human’s.

Beck moaned softly as she felt the roughness of Mika’s tongue against hers and pulled away, tasting the wine on the cat’s breath.

Mika giggled softly and wordlessly turned around, wiggling her hips above Beck’s face as she brought her own face down between Beck’s thighs.

Her whiskers tickled Beck’s skin as Mika gently moved Beck’s panties aside and let out a single long, slow, textured lick over her slit.

Beck whimpered and clutched Mika’s thighs, eagerly pulling Mika’s hips down to return the favor.

Beck used her thumbs to part Mika’s labia. Her pink folds twitched and glistened in the dim light of the room, and Beck let her tongue out to lap and tease against the quivering walls of her feline friend’s pussy.

Mika moaned into Beck’s loins, shuddering from Beck’s first touch that night. She hugged the human a little tighter, pulling her mouth away for just a moment to whisper, “~That~. That’s why mom warned me…”

Beck’s giggle quickly turned into a moan of her own as Mika slipped her tongue right back into place between her labia, teasing her folds and lapping at her juices.

Beck let out a louder squeal as Mika carefully inserted two fingers to spread Beck a little wider, letting that ridged feline tongue go even deeper.

The unfamiliar texture on unprepared surfaces made Beck go wild, and she hugged Mika’s hips to her face and screamed, releasing fluids for Mika to easily lap up.

Mika sat up partially and lifted her hips, much to Beck’s disappointment, and looked down at the human from between their bodies.

“Doing okay back there?” she asked, concerned but obviously barely holding it together from lust.

Beck let out a low grunt, adjusting her grip on Mika’s hips. “I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough. Now, get back to it!” She pulled Mika back into position, her tongue diving back into the warmth.

Mika responded with a soft whimper, a purr rumbling in her throat as she leaned in to taste Beck once more.

IRO

Iro was sprawled out on his bed, a pillow clamped over his ears. He let out a frustrated whine. “Why does having sharp hearing have to be such a curse?” He grumbled, all he wanted was to drift off into a peaceful sleep.