The darkness disappeared slowly. My head throbbed—but that was the least of my problems.
What happened?
Where the hell am I?
And why... why do I feel something holding my—
My eyes opened slowly, and I stared up at a rough stone ceiling.
I blinked, trying to make sense of it.
A stone ceiling?
I turned my head, wincing at the dull throb in my skull.
Stone walls surrounded me. No windows. Just a few flickering torchlights here and there.
I was lying on a cold stone floor, and it made me shudder. Normally, I wouldn't be bothered by the cold, but this wasn't normal.
This cold bit straight into my bare skin.
Wait a minute.
I looked down at my torso.
It was bare.
My shirt was gone!
But that wasn't all.
Further down, a hand was wrapped around my Johnson, pumping it slowly. My eyes traced the hand to its owner.
It was a girl. A young woman.
Or at least she looked like one.
She had furry cat-like ears on her head, and a fluffy tail that wagged behind her. Her eyes were fixed on my girth, her lips parted.
I could tell that she was inexperienced. Her sloppy and hesitant movements gave her away.
But still, the eagerness at which she pumped my cock.
The way she'd use her thumb to scoop some of the precum that had gathered on my tip and smear it over my cockhead.
The way she'd bring the thumb to her lips to taste my seed.
That way she'd moan and shudder at my taste—drove me over the edge.
My climax hit me and with a powerful thrust, I spilled my cum. Most of them landed on her hand, but a few scattered.
Some landed on her face, some on her breasts.
A sharp gasp escaped her the moment she felt the warmth of my cum. Her eyes moved to the load of semen on her hand, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
For a moment, I thought she'd taste it.
But she didn't. She just kept staring—then her eyes glanced up, and met mine.
A pink blush spread across her cheeks and she instinctively retreated.
"I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean to—"
"It's okay, "
I said, trying to reassure her. "I don't mind."
She still didn't move from her position.
"But I... I—"
She was cut short by the sound of heavy footsteps thudding against the stone floor. A man burst into the room. He was older, broader, and had the same furry-like features as the girl—though his were more weathered, his fur streaked with gray.
"What's going on here?" He asked, his anxious eyes darting around before landing onto me.
His eyes widened when he saw me, but his expression was mostly unreadable. "A summon..."
"I thought I told you," he snapped, turning to the girl, voice low but sharp, "if anyone was summoned, you were to come get me immediately."
She flinched, ears twitching. "I—I was going to, but—"
"No excuses," he growled, then turned his gaze toward me.
His eyes narrowed.
"Where are the others?"
I blinked, confused. "Others?"
He turned back to the girl. "Is he the only one?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes. Just him."
The man's jaw clenched. "That's not right," he said, his gaze returning to me, heavier now.
"Wait a minute—who the hell are you? And what am i doing here?" I demanded, fixing my gaze on the man.
The man didn't even look at me. He just jerked his chin at the girl. "Hold him down."
The girl moved immediately, her arms wrapping around me and pinning me to the ground.
"Hey! Don't you dare—" I tried to retort, but her arms tightened instantly, holding me down like I weighed nothing.
Then, the man took a few steps closer and began moving his hands across me, like he was searching for something.
"Hey! Hands off!" I squirmed, trying to shove him off, but the beast girl didn't let me move a muscle.
His hands got to my back and froze. Slowly, he reached out and pressed a finger against something there.
His eyes widened—panic flooding in.
"He has them all," he muttered, voice tight with alarm. "All four marks of the princesses."
The beast girl gasped, her eyes locked on the spot where his hand hovered.
She looked like she'd seen a ghost.
The hell are they talking about?
I twisted around to face him. "Hey! You better start explaining what the hell is going on!"
He didn't even look at me. "Silence, you foolish creature."
That did it.
"You can't just keep me here against my will and not give me a damn reason!"
His jaw clenched. I could feel the heat rising off him now—anger simmering just beneath the surface.
Then he turned to me, eyes blazing.
"You want the truth? Fine. I'll make it simple. You've been bound,"
He said,leaning in.
"Bound to four princesses."