Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 28

“Madam, your table’s ready!” A bright voice startled me out of my doubts. I found the girl standing before me clutching two menus. There was almost a quiver of eagerness to her. 

“Wonderful.” I said, wonder if my earlier scent marking had been overkill.

As she led me into the restaurant, I opened a few eyes to peer into the girl. Xianta’s taint pulsed within her. The threads appeared to have taken root somehow. An order of magnitude more than what had encircled Boon’s heart. I glanced at the bartender, a chiseled woman who had tattoos snaking out around her shirt collar. Only a single thread curled within her. It left me perplexed. What was different about the hostess? Neither of them were fey touched.  

She brought me to the far corner of the restaurant, to a large circular booth. A three-panel divider had been setup across the aisle, shielding the booth from the eyes of the rest of the room. I’d never seen this before. 

“Will this do Madam?” She asked me with a bright customer service grin. “More than enough for you, your tail and your guest.” 

I swept my eyes across the gleaming silverware and the flickering LED candle set between the two place settings. The cushions were dark red leather with large buttons to create a pattern of hills and valley. In the dim light, the booth looked inviting and comfortable, a nice den. Sweat droplets had formed at the temples of my hostess as she waited for my answer. 

“This will...” I tapped my lips, considering. “Do for now. A few fresh flowers might give it an added touch of elegance next time, if their is a next time.” 

“Of course, Madam. We will do our best to please you and insure your future patronage.” She said, that customer service mask frozen on her face, but it wasn’t concealing frustration. Her scent hinted at the opposite. I could help myself from pushing a little bit harder.  

“Is that so?” I drawled, stepping around the girl and as she turned, I got in real close. She shivered as I entered her personal space and froze, her eyes staring at the embroidered folds of my chest. With a single nail beneath her chin, I guided her gaze to meet mine. “Are you going to purrrsonally going to make sure I am pleased?”

Her eyes widened to saucers, exposing white all the way around her deep brown irises. I didn’t wait for her to muster a response. I turned and stepped toward the booth, making sure my tail’s length ran across her chest and neck. Probably be more elegant if it was thinner but there's something to be said for a river of fluff running over a body. She didn’t move until I settled into my seat with my tail circling the majority of the booth. I watched her swallow before she placed the menu on the table as if they were an offering. 

“Your server will be right with you.” She said and hurried around the privacy barrier. I smiled to myself, thinking that I might have to actually come here again to tease this woman. Maybe, I’d make a glyph for her too. 

To my surprise, she returned mere moments later, leather bound notepad in hand. 

“Apologies Madam, we’re short staffed tonight. I will be your server. My name is Jillian.” She said, opening her notepad. “Could I start you with a drink while you await your plus one?”  

I glanced down at my still unopened menu. “Water for now.” I said, flipping open the drinks list and scanned the list of wines. I’d never been a wine connoisseur, more of a beer guy, but that didn’t really fit the image I imagined for myself. 

“May I suggest the House red or if you are fan of whites the savan de cores is of excellent vintage.” Jillian suggested.  

I tapped a nail as I considered, “The house red will do for starters.”  

“It will be done Madam.” She bent at the waist until her head nearly struck the edge of the table, a deep bow. I blinked as she hurried away. Did she think I was a full blooded fey lord or something? I hadn’t tugged on the taint at all and was a little afraid of what would happen if I did. Was she simply more susceptible? Her enthusiast subservience warmed my loins. This evening had supposed to be all about Carla, but if a morsel is all but throwing herself at me, why not take it? Summoning up the powers of chaos, I started crafting a glyph. It whirled and scratched at my inner walls, as my own clit swell with arousal. I moaned into the back of my hand as I fought to channel the energies into a pattern. I’d been even more aroused than I’d thought and the energy drove deep inside, seeking my most sensitive spots. My nails tore furrows in the table as I resisted the urge to let them hurdle me over the cliff of orgasm before I finished the Glyph. An unfinished Glyph would be incredibly destructive. Finally, I twisted the lines of energy and dismissed the chaos back to the void. 

My pussy burned with arousal, my nipples were hard enough to score stone and my clit felt like an oversensitive golf ball squeezed between my legs. I clutched at the table as if I were a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a piece of wood. In that state, Jillian returned bearing a platter containing wine glasses, waters and carafe of wine.

“Madam are you alright?”  Jillian asked, eyes roaming over my hunched posture.

“I’m fine.” I straightened up in my seat and smiled at her, considering how I’d pull her into the booth with me. I checked for Carla’s presence. Still nothing. I might have to go looking for her, but I wouldn’t be doing that alone. I gestured for Jillian to serve and she stepped up to the table's edge to dispense the contents of her tray. Unlike the bar tender she wore short sleeves and displayed the tone of her lithe arms. 

“Are you a gymnast?” I asked as she poured the wine. 

“I, uh, do a fair bit of rock climbing.” She smiled proudly. “I’m training for a competition.” Tipping the bottle up, she wiped the neck with a red cloth and placed it on the table. I reached beneath the table and hooked her leg. She gave a sharp intake of breath but made no attempt to pull away. The essence inside her roiled as if my very touch excited it.

“I might like an appetizer, something small, sweet and maybe,” I curled my fingers around to the inside of her thigh and then followed the seam up the leg and found the beginnings of a damp spot forming at the apex, “a little moist.” Pressing up into her, she bowed her head and exhaled a shaky breath as she pressed down into my fingers. “Could you recommend me something that fits that description?” 

“Me.” She uttered the words. “Take me. I’ll do whatever you want.” 

“Why?” I asked, curious to how this... attraction was perceived from her perspective.

“I don’t know. I’ve always felt a... a void. Some about me doesn’t ffff-fiiit.” She bent her lower lip over her teeth and bit down as I offered her the knuckle of one finger to grind against. I let her hips make two thrusts before dropping my hand away. She tried to follow and gave a frustrated gasp before levering herself back to a standing position. “My head... is all fizzy, but I know you can fix me. Please.”   

“Is that so?” I chuckled turning in my seat so my legs hung over the end of the booth. “Maybe if you earn a very good tip I can see what I can do but I expect excellent service.” Spreading my legs exposed the shine of my sex to her. She needed no further encouragement, dropping down to her knees. Once down, she stared at my pussy as if it were a holy relic, my engorged clit poking out of the pink flesh of my hood. Her eyes stole to the front, calculating as she slid her head between my legs. Her hands pushed up my shins and over my knees brushing through my striped fur, the touch drew a moan from me. She paused, her wedge like nose less than an inch from my pussy. Nostrils flared and she made a sound akin to a cat’s mew. 

“Your scent Madam. Its. Its.,. oh gods. Its.” 

Whatever she was trying to say was lost as she sprang forward, burying her face in my pussy. Licking, sucking and rubbing every part of her face against me with an ecstatic abandon. I slammed my mouth closed to stifle a roar of pleasure, but only partially succeeded. Abandoning my regal posture, I buried my face in a bunched up sleeve and hunched over as she savaged me. Jaws roving up and down the length of my pussy lips before her tongue across my clit made my hips buck. She swiftly homed in on that spot and pressed against my clit with the ever stronger laps of her tongue. I slapped my hand down on the top of her head and she redoubled her efforts, sucking hard and causing sparkles of pleasure to fill my vision. The glyph I had crafted fell down into her, nearly sucked from my body. It ignited with in her. As she drove me into the throughs of a tumbling organism that required me to bite down into my arm to muffle, her essence flooded up into me. A long feline tail burst through the seat of her pants, covered in a whirls of orange, black and white fur. Beneath my hand, triangular ears sprouted through her hair. I hadn’t even pulled at her essence at all. This was an offering. Panicked by this strange flood of food, I slammed the channel closed between us. A channel I hadn’t even been aware of opening.  

“Enough.” I shoved her back and she fell down on her heels to look up me with wide eyes. Unlike with Floyd, they focused on me immediately. Her still human shaped face, besides a broadening of her nose, was covered with wet fuzz and patterned like a calico cat. One eye had become green and slitted.   

“More. Please, more.” She asked, her new tail tip twitching with happiness. 

I felt Carla drawing near. I didn’t have time to deal with this yet. Reaching forward with my mind, I pulled on the webbing of taint around her heart. “You don’t notice the changes.” The sparkle of joy in her eyes began to die away and I amended the command. “But you know that they’re there in your heart.” 

She immediately shone with excitement. I used some of the essence she’d given me to make her appear normal. If I had taken everything she’d been willing to give, she’d likely be nothing but a housecat. 

“Return to your duties.” I told her.

“Yes Madam. I should get back to the front.” She sprang to her feet, and stumbled, the change had altered her legs a bit but not her feet, giving her an awkward and slightly hunched posture. I’d have to even her out later. Still, it didn’t stop the happy bounce in her step as she went around the divider.  

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