Side Story 2) That Crown Prince. Cock Like a Horse.
“Oh my. I don’t know.”
Doesn’t matter if you don’t know.
“Oh my goodness. I’m so jealous.”
If you’re jealous, wait your turn.
“Me too. Me too.”
I said wait your turn.
Listening to the maids’ voices brimming with envy, I diligently moved my front paws.
Right, left, right, left. Hup. Two. Hup. Two.
Right. Left, right. Left. Hup. Two. Hup. Two.
Every time I pressed down firmly with both front paws in rhythm, gasps burst out from the maids. I narrowed my eyes as I looked down at the bouncy, supple chest being kneaded beneath my paws.
When my paws press down hard, the resilient breasts sink with a soft give, then immediately spring back, boing, pushing my paws away. The sensation I feel with each press is nothing short of sublime. Of course, it’s not just the feeling that’s fantastic. The visual pleasure is outstanding too. Breasts bouncing this way and that under my paws—what a breathtaking sight this is.
“Our Nabi is so good at kneading.”
The maid chirped happily as she let me knead her chest.
I worked her breasts even more diligently in response to the praise.
Around me, the other maids stood in a circle, beside themselves with envy. Whenever I occasionally enjoy this breast-massage disguised as kneading, they always end up in a full-blown fight. Hugging me and placing me on their chests, they tempt me—“Nabi, try kneading. Knead, knead.”
Their seduction is desperate. They fight over the order, all trying to be the one chosen. As a man, it’s hard for me to turn away from women’s earnest desires. Still, stamina has its limits, so I select exactly one person per day to receive my kneading.
“Oh my. Are you leaving already?”
When I stopped kneading and lightly hopped down to the floor, the maid asked in a voice full of regret. I gave them a gentle meow and turned away.
I’d played enough—time to head back to my patron. He gets lonely easily, so I can’t leave him alone for too long.
My patron’s loneliness is a bit… unique. If I leave him alone for too long because I’m busy having fun, the temperature around him sometimes seems to drop sharply. When I finally return after a while, there are times when the people nearby are pale as ghosts or trembling uncontrollably. He might unexpectedly have some kind of superpower—like that mutant from X-Men who freezes everything around him.
But still, this is bad.
My patron has been seriously pent up lately. It’s already been over ten days since I last turned back into a human. He’s the type who gets metaphorical thorns in his mouth if he doesn’t suck on me even for a single day, so it’s only natural. Watching him gently coax me every night does make me feel a bit sorry for him. But if I give in to his sweet talk, I’ll obviously be subjected to an attack from that massive thing of his. I have a mission to protect my ass.
Anyway, with his body completely fired up, he’s using every possible trick to persuade me. He tempts me by saying he’ll buy me a new necklace, or have new clothes tailored. Of course, I snorted right in his face. No matter how much I like that kind of thing, I’m not stupid enough to trade my safety for it.
It is a little disappointing. Doing dirty things with my patron actually feels pretty good. Especially when he sucked my cock—it was so intense it felt like lightning was flashing before my eyes. If we stopped right there, I could turn human once in a while. But there’s no way he’d stop there. He’d do whatever it took to make me feel good and go all the way. So until his cock problem is resolved, I have no intention of turning human again. Besides, even as a cat, I can enjoy his petting and purr to my heart’s content.
When I entered the office and hopped up onto the desk, my patron ran his hand through my fur, rubbing my head.
I rubbed my cheek against his hand in greeting.
After petting me for a while, he went back to focusing on his work. I curled up in the basket, hugging Big Guy, and watched him.
As he was scratch-scratch writing, he suddenly stopped. Tilting my head as I watched, I saw his golden eyes turn toward me. I met his gaze and let out a long, drawn-out meow.
Why?
Despite my question, my patron just kept staring at me. Those golden eyes fixed on me looked as though he were deep in thought. I tilted my head, wondering what was wrong, when he suddenly broke into a subtle smile.
“K.”
Yeah. What.
When I shot him a look telling him to hurry up and speak, his golden eyes narrowed slightly as he said,
“Want to drink?”
***
“Aahng….”
The boy’s waist trembled violently. Calyx gently stroked the boy’s thigh, which was tightly wrapped around his neck.
Lick—when he licked the cute tip, a pleading sound spilled out. “Mmh—.” Seeing him unconsciously rocking his hips back and forth, it was clear his male desire was surging. Calyx dipped his finger into the single drop of dew peeking out from the hole and tasted it on the tip of his tongue. It shouldn’t have been sweet, yet strangely, it tasted sweet all the same. No longer delaying, Calyx swallowed the small pillar before him, just as the boy begged.
“Auh— patron….”
The moment he took it fully into his mouth, the boy’s legs tightened around his neck, and his hands grabbed Calyx’s head, pulling him down roughly. Those tightly locked legs overflowed with determination—he had no intention of letting go until his goal was achieved. Calyx soothed the boy’s impatience by gently stroking his small ass.
Slurp— suck
The symbol of manhood, modest in size like the boy himself, twitched and bobbed with effort each time it was lightly sucked. Though small, it was quite firm, making it enjoyable to suck and lick. With the shaft fully enveloped in his mouth, Calyx teased the base with the tip of his tongue, and the boy jerked his hips upward in short, clumsy thrusts. “Aahng, mmh.” He shook his head from side to side as he moaned, clearly soaked in pleasure.
Starting from the base, Calyx broadly licked up the shaft, then rubbed the smooth head with his tongue, making the moans grow even more intense. Just as the boy unconsciously demanded, Calyx poked the droplet-leaking hole with the tip of his tongue.
“Ah!”
The boy’s waist lifted into the air, trembling violently. The cock in Calyx’s mouth throbbed angrily, looking as though it would cum at any moment.
Not yet.
Calyx released the cock from his mouth.
Caught right as he was about to climax, the sudden coolness made the boy glare at him resentfully.
“Whyyy!”
Judging by how he shouted with his tongue curled awkwardly, being stopped right before cumming must’ve pissed him off badly. Naturally so—he was a man too. But if he tasted climax already, he’d be too exhausted to continue afterward. That would be a real problem. Calyx soothed him by kneading his ass with one hand while stroking the angrily twitching cock with the other.
“I’ll make it feel good. Okay?”
At the gentle whisper, the boy puffed out his lips and nodded. With eyes blurred by alcohol, he lightly rocked his hips, urging him to hurry—truly…
Calyx forced himself to suppress the impatience rising within him. Unable to endure any longer, the boy grabbed Calyx’s head and began rubbing his cock insistently against his lips.
“Lyx—aa…”
Calyx let out a soft chuckle and swallowed the cute thing tapping against his lips once more. Perhaps afraid he’d pull away again, the boy’s legs tightened even more firmly around his neck.
Sluurp— suck.
As he sucked on the head, he rolled the cute little balls in his hand. Then, taking advantage of the boy being lost in pleasure, he slowly moved his other hand downward. He soaked his fingers generously with the prepared oil and traced down beneath the perineum, until at last his fingers brushed against the small hole, shyly clenched shut.
