Tom took a deep breath, slapped Celene's ass, willing his new power on the palm of his hand just to test it, and it was a success. A dark red mark of a cat paw appeared on the white canvas just in the middle of the crimson hue born out of his previous clapping.
[Success! Now, Celene is marked with the mark of ownership.]
The message sang inside Tom's head, making a few things clear to her.
A person's system never told them how to unlock it. However, once they had it, it gave some clues on how to keep progressing.
Tom had two important clues: the method used to awaken it, killing stuff, and the heat surging from his body. After this quick test, he checked his theory. The way that they had to become stronger was fucking and killing.
This was just the first step; he needed to become stronger. ("Well! Let's see how long this joke can be funny.") he said to himself, feeling a strange kind of happiness and euphoria by letting himself become an avatar of his impulses.
The elevator ride up to Celene's apartment was more excruciating than the car ride. At least the woman could focus on the road instead of the catboy lying on the back seat. He didn't even have the decency to sit beside her, treating her like a taxi driver.
Tom leaned against the mirrored walls of this small metal box, his arms crossed, and watched Celene with a smirk as she stood on the opposite end of the elevator. Her legs were still sticky with his cum, even leaking through her shorts from the sheer amount alone.
"So . . . for how long are you going to stay?" she mumbled, her fingers tightening around her phone that still had the video of Tom killing the two thugs.
The catboy chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "Until I find a better place to crash in, don't worry, I will take you with me when it happens," he purred.
"Are you going to help with the rent? . . ." she mumbled, trying to drag herself out of the shitty position she was in.
"Maybe . . . but you have to make it worthy . . ." he said and then stepped into her space, cornering her against the wall as one of his hands began to grope her ass again.
Celene gasped. This was the worst part; she had brought him with her. The girl could have run, trying to drag him into a more dangerous place to get a chance to escape, but no. After he finished emptying his balls inside her, she stood trembling in front of him and offered him a place to keep him warm.
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, revealing her apartment. It was a whole floor just for them, spacious but not extremely fancy. It was more like a refurbished office floor converted into a living space rather than a proper apartment with a sterile grey floor, white walls, and each section divided by flimsy compressed wood walls that could be easily punched through.
"This will work well," Tom muttered as he began to explore this new home.
Instead of showing him around, the girl went directly into the big bathroom they have. She needed to take a shower and scrub the stink off her skin.
Tom also needed to get a shower, so he followed her.
"Oh, you want to go first?" Celene asked as the man began to get naked.
"Let's save some water and take a shower together," he answered and took a step forward, almost pushing her into the glass box that separated the bathroom from the shower.
"Is there any problem with that?" Tom muttered and took a step closer to her, with his cock getting visibly erect again.
Celene's pulse spiked. "A-again?" she mumbled, already getting naked without needing a command.
Tom's hands sprang forward, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. "You really thought one round was enough? With that lewd body you have?" He teased her and placed his thumb on her lower lip, smearing it with her ruined lipstick.
Celene tried to jerk away, realizing that he would fuck her until she was a complete slut for his cock. He could hammer her day and night until she could no longer live without him.
"I can be your girlfriend, but . . . you need to treat me with respect," she answered while shaking, only to get the grip on her face tightened.
"You still need to learn your place; you are not my partner, you are my pet. And I will fuck you over and over until it is etched on your head," Tom added and let her go.
Celene's cunt clenched involuntarily.
She shook, refusing to let a filthy alley cat like him turn her into his personal fucktoy. However, he had already slid his fingers toward her tits, pressing her big pink nipples. Her traitorous body arched back and instantly made those fleshy peaks go hard.
Tom chuckled as he played around with the woman's huge tits. "Face it, bitch, you are mine," he snarled.
Celene rushed inside the shower and turned it to full blast, the water scalding hot as she stepped under the spray, hoping that would give her some time to breathe and to think. To wash away those lewd ideas and feelings bubbling inside her. But before she could even reach the soap, Tom walked behind her and closed the glass door.
She turned around to tell him to get out, but then he pressed his body against her, his face buried deep between her wet breasts. His hands grabbed her waist and pushed the girl even closer to him while his fully erect cock rubbed against her excited clit.
"Do you hate this?" He whispered, his lips caressing her ear as he teased her with his fingers.
She was about to say yes, but the paw mark on her ass glowed a shade of red, forcing her to be honest. "N-no," Celene answered.
He didn't even say something; he just slammed into her, filling her cunt with one single brutal thrust.
"You are mine," he snarled as his manhood struck the gates of her womb again, his long tail wrapping around one of her legs and his arms pushing her against the shower wall.
Celene screamed, not knowing if it was to beg for mercy or to ask for more. However, each gesture of repulsion was slayed as he hammered with his hips while the water rained between the two. She was getting claimed all over again, and the only thing she could do was hug that catboy back.
And this time, she didn't even try to deny it.
The steam mixed with the musky stench of sex thickened, curling around their bodies like ghost bed sheets while Tom pinned Celene against the glass wall. Moving in and out of that cunt without a single ounce of remorse, using her more as a masturbation tool than a woman.
He didn't even kiss her; the catboy just snuggled his face between those big tits. First licking and then biting them, mixing squeals of pain with the moans of pleasure that Celene was making.
The girl's body was burning; she couldn't deny it. Her cunt was milking him. Her pussy was squeezing Tom around his length as if it was trying to pull him deep, past her cervix and into her womb. The heat between them was so unbearable that even the hot water around them felt cold in comparison.
Tom's speed reached its peak again, his thrusting refusing to let his cock out of that cunt for more than an inch. "Fuuuuuck, why are you so tight?" he grunted, gritting his teeth as now she could see that charming face going completely red as hers. "I am going to come inside you again. I will fill you up like the last time; get ready!" he squealed, clapping against her cunt nonstop.
The girl got a knot in her stomach at those words. The memory of his cum flooding her with his feral sperm and clamping her womb was still fresh in her mind. She wanted to be disgusted; she should be angry, but instead her legs locked around him, begging her master to drain his balls into her.
"Good girl!" Tom groaned and slammed into her one last time before his cock erupted into a volcanic explosion of pure semen. A thick and ivory wave of spunk that painted her insides white once again.
Celene climaxed again, her body tensing up and squeezing him while the pleasure burst out of her cunt directly into her brain. A wave of heat and joy, even hotter than that water around her or the semen flooding her womb. Her vision became blurry, her fingers curled, her lips quivered, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and a loud scream came out of her. She was holding him as he was the only thing keeping her from drowning.
For a moment, only the sound of their ragged breaths and the water from the shower resonated inside that glass box. Then, Tom pulled out slowly, letting his green eyes watch with satisfaction as his semen oozed from that hole and washed away.
("So . . . I can't reuse the same girl,") He thought to himself, his small test done.