A look of utter horror tripped on her face as she looked at the vomit puddled around her chair.
"Oh my god," she slurred. "I'm so sorry!"
I looked around for tissues. There weren't many. "Don't worry about it," I told her. "I know it's your first time being teleported by the System. It happens to us all."
"Really?" And, after I nodded; "What's the System?"
"It's a virus," I said automatically.
"Do I need to get vaccinated?"
I stared at her for a moment, my brain not really registering her words. "There's no vaccine."
"Oh. So, I'm sick?"
"Do you feel sick?"
"I don't think so. I feel pretty good, actually."
"Then you'll probably be fine."
"That's good." She looked down again and wrinkled her nose. "I need a shower, though."
"We'll sort something out in a minute." I found a pair of sharp scissors and started cutting the ropes binding her. "Shadowpaw said you don't really have any family. Is that right?"
"Yeah." Her tail drooped. "I had a husband. He died. Cancer."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Me too," she said, blinking. "His name was Steve. Or was it Simon? Master, I can't remember. Why can't I remember his name?"
"It's the shock," I told her as I patted her head as I cut through the last of the rope. It fell to the ground with a wet thump. "Everything has changed for you so quickly. Give yourself a moment and it'll all be fine. Let's see if we can find you some more clothes."
"There aren't any here," she said, looking down and wrinkling her nose. "I'd have to go home to get them."
"Well, you can't stand around in those," I said. "How about you take them off for now?"
She nodded, happily unbuttoning her blouse. "They smell icky."
So did the room.
"Is there somewhere else we can go while we talk?"
"Yeah," She dropped the soggy blouse and started taking off her skirt. "There's a little kitchen down the hall."
"Let's go in there, then."
She led the way, swishing her tail in front of me while dressed only in her panties and bra. They were a matched set. Little bluebells on white cotton. Cute, I thought as I watched her butt in front of me.
Entering the kitchen, she looked at me with a mischievous smirk. "Do you like my body, Master? Is it pleasing?"
"Very much." My voice was a little thick as she bent over the sink and started rinsing her mouth.
She opened the little fridge and pulled out some juice. She swished it in her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. Swallowing, she turned and hopped onto the table. "I like you looking at me."
I approached slowly, my hands sliding up her thighs as I leaned in close.
I put my face in the crook of her neck and kissed the soft flesh.
She shuddered, her arms reaching to pull me closer. "Master…"
My hands slid down to brush against the soft cotton of her panties, feeling the gentle crease of her pussy through the material.
Moaning, she reached down and grabbed my wrist. Instead of pulling it away, she held it there, bucking her hips as she tried to grind against my fingers.
"More, Master…"
I rubbed more firmly, feeling the slick sticky wetness of her juices melt through the cloth and onto my fingers.
I wanted her so bad.
My erection felt painful as it pressed against my jeans. It wanted out. It wanted in.
I fumbled with my zip as she started panting heavily. Almost growling with lust, I pulled her panties aside so I could slide into her. There was no resistance from her. She arched her back and let out a mew of delight as the head of my cock breached her hot slit.
I bent her backwards over the table and my entire awareness seemed to shift. I was no longer aware of the world around me. There was only me. And her.
I was inside her, and that thought kept pounding through my brain.
I was inside her.
Inside her.
Inside.
Her.
She writhed as I kept a steady rhythm. With one hand, I jerked her bra down and her small breasts, nipples hard, bounced firm in front of my face. I covered one with my mouth, lashing her nipple with my tongue as she wriggled on the table and let out sharp cries in time with every thrust.
"Master!"
Her legs gripped my waist and her hands snatched my shoulders. She pulled me tighter against her as her whole body started to shake.
I looked up to see tears streaming down her face. Her cheeks and neck were bright red and her mouth was set into a grimace as orgasm hit her body like the truck which had sent me to Neyteria.
A part of me wondered at her pleasure.
Before going to Neyteria, I'd had a couple of girlfriends. None of them had been like this. None had been so urgent at the end. I had often wondered if I'd been any good in bed. They all said yes, but I hadn't quite believed them.
There'd always been doubt.
But with Caramel, I knew her whole body was being charged with the explosive power of her orgasm. She let out a squeak as I drove harder into her. A squeak that turned into another throaty scream as her body shook so hard I thought she'd lost control of herself. Her legs couldn't grip me anymore. They fell slack against my thighs.
My Stamina stat, I reminded myself.
That's what this was.
Stamina.
And Strength.
Agility to keep me balanced on my toes against the edge of the table.
I didn't stop. I kept going. Kept riding the wave that was building and building. Knowing that, soon, I'd crash on the shore of her. But, for now, I wanted to squeeze every last ecstatic emotion from her. I wanted to see her exhausted and empty.
"Caramel," I growled.
"Master," she choked, nodding frantically. "In me. Do it in me!"
There hadn't been any question of that. I was always going to. I erupted inside her with a volcanic roar of my own. As I jetted cum as deep inside her as I could get, I grabbed her hair and pulled her to me in a savage kiss.
A kiss which felt like I was desperately trying to merge us into one being.
Letting her go, she flopped on the table like a fish. Her eyes glazed and her mouth hanging open as though the muscles of her jaw had all been cut.
Drool slithered down the corner of her mouth.
I pulled myself out of her, watching as a thick river of semen dribbled out and down her legs. There was so much. I frowned at it.
It didn't look… Normal.
There was too much of it. It was too white. Too pure. It looked like something out of a fake porn movie.
It was the System, I reminded myself. The System had made me strong. It had changed my body. So, this was perfect. Perfect semen. Strong and fertile.
Fertile?
I frowned. I didn't have any children. None of my Nekos had given me children. Surely, with all this sex, I should have at least one child.
Why didn't I have children?
Should I? Should I be having children? Isn't that the logical next step?
Sweat slithered down my forehead.
I blinked.
"Caramel," I grunted, lifting her leg as she moaned. I was rigid and ready, my throbbing erection twitching as I pushed into her again. Her pussy felt so warm and soft. "One more time, Caramel."
She let out a delirious moan, her eyes rolling as she tried to lift her head.
"It's okay," I said, leaning down and giving her a soft kiss. "You don't need to do anything."
She slumped, her whole body limp as I felt the tide of my desire begin to rise again. I was inside her.
I was inside her.
Inside her.
Inside.
These words kept chanting in my head.
I loved her. I would do anything for her. I would protect her until the end of time. I'd give my life for her. She was everything to me.
Everything.
"Master…"
Her little moan pulled my lips into a smile. She was so adorable.
"Bexley," I told her, using my thumb to tease her clit. I was rewarded with a guttural groan as she arched her back and her little hands formed small fists which she pounded against my chest. "Call me Bexley."
She opened her eyes and they were practically glowing with love. It was enough to send me over the edge and, as I started pumping into her with a frenzy of need, her voice hung in the air between us like the echo of a distant bell.
"Okay, Master."