Sacrificial offering - part 4~

The pig didn't knew how long the ritual on Genos body lasted, he himself had also sunk into a trans-like state reciting the words written in the ancient tome, but when he reached the last sentence of his sermon, the imp had already left, taking the glow of the altar and from the cats womb with him. The cultist had closed the book and whiped sweat from his forehead, he was tired, he took a glance at the ravaged female who was still unconcious and breathing heavily, her body covered with sweat, demonic saliva and lying in the puddle of her own sex juices mixed with eldritch semen. The stench made him fumble a step back.

But he knew that he can't stop now, this was the final task he must partake in. The pig untied the cat girls arms and flipped Geno on her belly, raising her rear up in the air. He grabbed the last piece to his otherwordly rite, a brass chalice decorated with etched symbols. He spread the plump cheeks of Genos butt apart and pressed the cup against the dripping wet lips of her pussy, trying to catch as much of the eldritch creampie content as he could. He had to be quick about it, every second the mixture of otherwordly seed and the felines love juices is outside of her body, the less potent it will become.

He nodded it silence, looking as the content of the cup filled more then half of the metalic dish. The ammount was just right, now, the last step, can't hold back. Turning naked Geno around again he prompted her head up and raised her chin.

-Drink and for our servitued, both you and I, will get promptly rewarded- he whispered, pressing the chalice against the cat girls lips and pouring it's content into her mouth.

...

-The motel day-cycle ends at 10! Please clear your belongings and turn in the keys before 10. Thank you!-

Geno woke up to the sound of the motel staff banging and shouting through the thin plywood door. She was sore and her throat was dry, she stared at the ceiling for a good minute before promting herself up on her elbows and looking around the interior.

-A budget motel room? Not the first and not the last time- the cat whispered, lifting the used-to-be-white covers that smelled with cheap detergent -Aaaand of course I'm naked. Also not the first time and not the last time.- Geno let out a loud exhale -I can't keep on living like this. One day I'll wake up in trash compactor at this rate... but at least it's not a car trunk this time.-

The feline lied back on the pillow trying to remember the events that brought her here, but her mind was drawing a blank. Obviously wasn't really a party, she would have a bitching hangover and would wake up with at least one himbo by her side, but her head was fine, dazed, but fine, and there was no guys around either. Right, a guy. Was she with a client? If so, why doesn't she remember anything? She took a sniff of her body.

-Whew! Dear God, I smell like an obese hogs ballsack. Wait, a pig!- the cat sat back up in an instant -I was with a client! A pig, but...- Geno spaced out while looking forward. She remembered meeting a client, a nerdy pig that was into roleplay, but that was all. Where, what kind of roleplay and for how much... all was hidden under some thick black smoke. The cat shrugged, if not now, she might remember it later. She turned around towards the bedside table to grab her things, if lucky, she'll still have time to take a quick shower before the staff will kick her out. Geno reached out to where her collar and cross were, but halted her hand, because right next to said items, lied a large gold coin. The cat picked it up with disbelief to take a closer look, yup, it was gold allright, but she didn't recognize the currency nor the language that adorned its rim. One thing she was certain of, that it looked ancient.

-I guess this is my payment, but...- Geno stopped mid-sentence again, as she felt an eerie warmth emanating from around her womb. She put the coin down on the table and the warmth subsided -... but I have a an odd feeling that I should not sell this coin at a pawn shop. I can show it to Coyotka though, see what she can say about it. - the kitty girl finished, standing up from the bed and heading for the bathroom.

Inked commission for Officechair776.

Will there be a part 5 or a sequel? Who knows? Never say never!~

Early sketch version [12/08/2023] https://www.patreon.com/posts/sacrificial-part-86996362

Done with black pen on ink.

Geno E. Vefa, story and art © me ;3