Feline Fervor

Main Pairing: M Half-elf x MtF Mewmi (Race with cat-like ears, eyes, and a tail)

Main Kinks/TWs: Casual sex, alcohol use, catgirls, muscle/body worship, Cock/ball worship, cumshots, oral, rimming, anal, rough sex, dominant woman

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What good would a tavern be without the sounds of raucous laughter, clinking tankards, or an occasional drunken brawl? There were no pretenses at the Bottomless Barrel. Located between two major cities, it was the perfect spot for adventuring parties to wind down from a long journey, or for shady merchants and tavern wenches to peddle their wares. The air was thick with scents of sweat and alcohol.

However, no proper tavern would be complete without the plucking of strings or songs depicting heroic tales of old.

"And that, my ladies, was the tale of how I escaped capture from the orcs by seducing their chieftess -- for even the coldest, most war-hardened of hearts may be melted by song and story." Arryn concluded his tale with a theatrically wistful sigh. His hanging ears were elven in appearance, but not quite long enough to be full-blooded. Setting down his lute, he took a healthy swig from his tankard.

Sitting at the bard's table were two women enraptured with his story. One of them was a goblin kicking back her fourth or fifth mug of the night -- for how small she was, it was a wonder she was still conscious. "Woooow! Did you reeeeeally lay with an orc?" she slurred.

"I can't even imagine. It must've been so terrifying, and the smell..." The other girl, a human brunette, scrunched her nose.

Arryn flicked a lock of silky dark hair out of his face, smiling at the girls. "Let's just say it was an encounter neither of us shall forget. My prowess shook her, for none of the males in her harem were as tender a lover as I. Sometimes I still think of Gragurtha, but alas... Such a love could never be."

The goblin girl's ears flopped down her shoulders. "That's sooooo sad! Aah, forbidden love..." she sniffled.

The human lady chewed on her lip. "Speaking of unusual encounters, I've never been with an elf before..."

Arryn could've mentioned he was only half-elf, but chose not to. His walnut brown eyes danced across the two smitten women. There was a certain stereotype about bards... And well, sometimes there was no shame in living up to expectations. It'd been a long night of singing and drinking, and he couldn't imagine a better way to cap it off than sharing a bed with two lovely ladies.

That was however, until the tavern doors swung upon, and his attention was abruptly seized.

Her appearance turned more than a few heads. There was a powerful, imposing air to her -- she was taller than most, with sunkissed brown skin signature to those of the southern sands. She wore a short cuirass made from leather and animal hide that ended below her chest, bearing her muscular midriff. A matching armor skirt hung around her waist. It was clear from her strength and stature that she had to be a warrior of some sort. The sword hanging from her hip gave it away too.

In an instant, Arryn forgot about the two girls pining for his attention. Now she was the sort of beauty that songs were born from.

Dark brown hair was cut short above her shoulders... And rising from her head were a set of furred, distinctly feline ears. Her eyes were similarly catlike, with diamond pupils flicking across the bar. A striped tail could be seen just underneath her skirt.

She was a mewmi -- a race of catlike people descended from sphinxes, rarely seen far from their homelands. Arryn had never seen one in the flesh.

More importantly, he'd never bedded one of their women. There were countless stories of their exotic, catlike grace, and he was inclined to believe those accounts were true just by finally gazing upon one.

In his travels, Arryn had no shortage of carnal encounters to reminisce upon. Humans and dwarves? There was barely a land in Amoura where you couldn't find one. Kobolds and goblins? Hell, go to the right places and it was more of a challenge not to have one or two in your bed. He'd even laid with a few lizardfolk here and there. One of these days he would need to find a drakon to round out his personal quest.

But the opportunity to bed a mewmi had simply never come up... Until now.

As the feline woman made her way to the bar counter, Arryn stood and addressed the two girls with a smile and a bow. "Ah... It's been a pleasure, truly, but I have some other matters to attend to."

"Aaaw! Really?" The goblin whined.

"Are you sure? I was going to buy a room..."

Arryn offered one last apology before taking his lute and heading to the bar counter, seating himself about five stools away from the mewmi. He motioned for the barmaid.

Luna, the dwarven woman running the bar, cocked her head and gave him a curious smile. "Everything alright, elf? I coulda swore you had those lasses just about ready to tear yer' trousers off."

"Oh, let's just say tonight's song has taken a different turn. I feel a purr in my heart." Arryn motioned to the newcomer.

"Yeah, more like in yer' cock. You bards only got one thing on your mind, I swear," Luna said as she rolled her eyes. "And that thing is pussy... in more than one sense, given the case."

Chuckling, Arryn flicked a silver coin onto the counter. "Glad we have an understanding. Now could you get our fine feline some ale? Courtesy of yours truly."

Luna groaned, but accepted the money and left to prepare a drink.

Arryn watched the scene play out, from her pouring the tankard and sliding it to the unsuspecting mewmi, to the dwarf leaning in to whisper something. Those feline ears twitched. She turned to the half-elf and gave him a curious look, her plump lips rising with just the slightest hint of a smile. Raising the glass, she brought it to her lips and tipped it back, inhaling gulp after gulp of ale until the tankard was empty. She then turned and gave him a much more pronounced smirk, flashing him a hint of feline teeth.

Oh? A challenge? A fire lit up in Arryn's chest as he called the barmaid over for another drink. Elves weren't exactly known for holding their alcohol very well, but Arryn had once even beaten a dwarf in a drinking contest.

Okay, maybe they were only half-dwarf, but still.

Arryn confidently chugged back his ale until he saw the bottom of his mug, slamming it down to the counter with a grimace. "Another!"

The mewmi laughed and did the same.

"If you throw up again yer' cleaning it," Luna sighed.

"T-that only happened once... Annnd it wasn't the booze..." Arryn protested, his fair cheeks and hanging ears now flushed red with a drunken blush.

Tankard after tankard was emptied between the two dueling bar patrons, until the mewmi laughed and motioned for him to sit by her.

Arryn eagerly accepted the offer. Stumbling a bit on the way there, he fought through the haze of drunkenness enough not to fall and make a fool of himself. "Have I proven myself worthy of this lady's presence?" he giggled.

She cackled and ruffled up Arryn's hair. "You're a funny little elf, you know that? I'd heard you bunch were all snooty prim and proper types."

"Oh, I assure you there's much more to me you might not expect. Perhaps I could show you, if you don't have any other plans~" Arryn winked at her.

"Hmmph. Not one to dance around the point -- I can admire that. Or is it just all that liquid confidence talking?" The mewmi scratched her chin, feline eyes giving the half-elf a good lookover. "But I should tell you... You're not the only one with surprises."

"Luckily for us, I adore surprises."

She raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that, elf? What if..." A clawed hand reached for his, taking and guiding him across her thigh. "My surprise is..." She took him lower and lower under her skirt, his breath hitching with anticipation.

And then, he felt it. A meaty presence between her legs, throbbing against the slightest brush of his fingertips. A cock -- and from what Arryn felt, an impressive one at that.

"...That I'm not just packing one sword?" she finished, biting her lip and closely watching his face.

Arryn paused. He blinked with surprise, face going blank... Before his lips curled into an excited and undeniably pleased grin, dashing any hints of doubt the mewmi might've held. His fingers tightened around her girth. "If that were the case... Then I'd say I'm actually quite adept at handling swords. Even got somewhere for you to sheath it."

She hissed through her teeth, blood rushing to the mast hidden under her armor skirt. "Very well, elf. Been a while since I've found a man with your taste in swordplay." The mewmi grinned and stood up, motioning Arryn to follow. "I assume you'll be covering our room."

"Of course -- I'm still a gentleman." He nodded. As the pair headed upstairs towards the lodging, he tossed a careless handful of coins onto the inkeep's counter. "Then again, I suppose it's not very gentlemanly to bring a lady to bed without knowing her name. So, whom do I have the pleasure of acquainting with?"

She snorted in amusement. "Lionna. What about you?"

"Call me Arryn. Hmm, Lionna...~" He let the name linger on his tongue. "Beautiful, but fierce. It would sound lovely in a song..." Arryn mused. Following behind Lionna, he let the alluring sway of her tail and hips be his guide as they looked for a room.

Once they found one unoccupied, she pushed him inside first before entering and shutting it behind them. Now, the chatter and commotion of the bar were but a memory fading into the background, and half-elf and mewmi were finally able to focus on each other.

"E-eager aren't we?" Arryn chuckled and set down his lute.

She didn't answer him right away, instead getting started undoing the straps on her cuirass. "...Took a lot not to just shove your face under my skirt back at the bar. You wanted my attention, elf -- now you have it. Hope you don't end up backing down," Lionna flashed him a toothy smile. With the top half of her armor undone, she tossed it aside with a sigh of relief. She stood fully topless for him to admire, sporting bountiful, perky breasts that stood firmly on her muscular frame, as well as her deliciously toned and defined abs.

Arryn licked his lips as if eyeing up a meal -- and the main course hadn't even been unveiled yet. He hurriedly followed suit and pulled off his tunic. The half-elf's body type could easily be seen as being svelte, if not even a tad feminine, with his supple pecs, flat stomach, and slender waist that widened out into some wonderfully girlish hips. Both of his nipples were pierced with a set of shiny gold barbells.

The next to go were his slacks, kicked aside unceremoniously. The half-elf's arousal was obvious to spot as he stood at nearly full attention. Arryn's endowment was nothing to scoff at, and had pleased many a lady over his years as a traveling bard.

Of course, his cock wasn't the focus here.

Hers was.

And when Lionna shoved off her skirt, Arryn's throat went dry and his jaw fell agape.

It sprung from between her thighs like a pillar of stone. The dark flesh throbbed powerfully in time with the mewmi's heartbeat, a tapestry of bulging veins mapped across the surface. Hanging just below were a set of heavy, full-looking balls. A tuft of dark hair was situated above her cock.

Without a doubt, Arryn had never borne witness to a more glorious spire of flesh than the one she possessed.

"Still think you can handle me, elf?" Lionna chuckled and delighted in his awestruck expression. Lifting her cock with a finger, she let it spring forth stiffly, bobbing and twitching before his hungry gaze.

Arryn fell to his knees. "I could write songs of its girth and majesty, Lionna. But for now... I do believe your sword could do with a bit of polishing~"

"Yeah, agreed. I can make you sing later," she said. Standing over the kneeling elf, Lionna expectantly positioned her tremendous length over his warm, rosy red face.

Arryn didn't have anything clever to say to that, not with such a magnificent cock waiting -- no -- demanding to be tended to. There was only indulgence on his mind. He began by leaning in past her cock and nuzzling into the hefty sack with a groan. His eager tongue flicked across the taut skin as he breathed in deep of her natural, richly strong aroma. Wrapping his hand around her cock and steadily pumping back and forth, he kissed and suckled on her balls.

"Fuck... Eager little thing aren't you?" Lionna hissed, just standing and watching him explore.

He answered her with firm suckles on her nuts and a flurry of licks against the underside of her sack. A layer of saliva settled on her sack and bathed it in a glistening wet shimmer as Arryn's lips drew upwards, puckering against firm cockflesh as they journeyed up the shaft. "Mmmwah...~"

There could be no doubt -- Arryn was outright worshiping her cock. Every kiss, every lick and suckle was delivered with such palpable admiration for Lionna's throbbing spire. He cupped and cradled her wet ballsack, massaging the swollen jewels held within. His lips smooched underneath the meaty cockhead as he reached the tip, greeted with a throb and a dollop of pre rolling from the slit, which he eagerly lapped up.

"By the great sphinxes, fuck... I thought I might end up paying the brothel a visit, but here I am with a cute little elfy slut fawning over my cock," Lionna said. She held onto his head and dug her claws into his hair to urge him further.

Of course, Arryn certainly didn't need any extra encouragement. Drunk on the salt and musk of her cockflesh, he wanted more -- he had to open wide to have any hope of taking in that massive dick, but he pressed on valiantly, feeling her meaty girth stretching his lips. His tongue danced all around underneath the head and dipped under her foreskin, sucking hard on every inch that descended into his maw.

"Mmmhhnn...~" The half-elf whimpered. His own cock was painfully aroused, throbbing and drooling pre onto the floor as he squirmed. Without thinking, he reached between his legs to stroke himself.

That was, until Lionna grabbed his wrist. "Did I say you could touch yourself? You'll cum the right way -- when I'm going balls deep in your tight elven ass. Understand?"

"Mmmh-mmhm!" Arryn gurgled around her shaft, hand shaking as he instead used it to pump the base of her dick.

"Aahhn... That's good... I'm glad we're at an agreement. You're a good sword polisher, but I'll need you to be a little more thorough than that," Lionna said with a wicked grin. Her hands suddenly found purchase right around his ears.

Arryn barely had any time to steel himself before being savagely plunged down the mewmi's cock. Engorged flesh stuffed his mouth and speared into his throat, forcing a wet gag as he struggled. He held onto her thigh to keep steady while continuing to stroke and pump her base.

"Mmgh... Mghhlk... Ughlp... Uuhlk...!~"

Hot tears brimmed at his eyes. There was nothing the half-elf could do when faced with such monstrous virility, so completely and utterly submissive. No mercy was shown as she conquered his quivering throat with each plunge. Her heavy balls started hitting his chin repeatedly.

Above him, Lionna panted, shimmering droplets of sweat rolling across flexing muscles. "Fuckin' take it you little elf bitch...!~" she hissed with pleasure, her grip on his ears tightening.

Over and over and over, Lionna treated his mouth like a warm and willing fuckhole that existed for no purpose besides her own pleasure. Was it comfortable? Not necessarily, but that didn't matter in the slightest to either of them. Arryn struggled for air and his jaw started to ache, but he didn't dare stop.

"Oh shit... Nnngh...!" Lionna huffed. "Fuck me, I'm nearly there! Don't think I ain't got another load ready for you, elf!"

His eyes widened and a gurgling groan rumbled around her raging cock. He could feel it -- it swelled between his lips and throbbed constantly, veins bulging, pre-drooling into his mouth.

Lionna fucked his face ruthlessly. Obscene noises came with each thrust, wet gags and gurgles, while the mewmi hissed and moaned with the growing pressure in her loins. There was no additional warning as she finally tugged herself free of his throat. Arryn was left to cough and suck in gasps of sweet air, now face to face with a turgid mast that looked ready to erupt.

She wrapped her hand around it and pumped furiously. It was a sight to behold, watching her stroke that spit-soaked cock, face contorted with determination, balls slightly swaying as she pumped into her hand.

By the Goddess did he want to simply marvel at her, but Arryn knew to prepare himself for what was to come. He positioned himself with his head tilted upwards and cupped his hands under his chest, opening wide.

"Nnngh... Here it comes elf... Fuck! FUCK!"

A molten hot ribbon of white spat from the cocktip. It landed squarely across his face just as Arryn shut his eyes, splattering against fair skin and running down his lips and chin in a pearly white mess. Another rope smacked his cheek, and another smacked his lips and splattered against his tongue, giving him a taste of strong, salty girlcum.

As Lionna pelted him with her seed, Arryn presented himself as her sole target. His face was decorated in white like some kind of lewd pastry. She even made sure to get some streaks hitting his girlish chest, grinding her cockhead against a pierced nipple to coax out the last of her load.

"Oh goddess...~" Arryn whimpered. When he was sure Lionna was finished, he opened his eyes to marvel at the sticky hot mess plastered over his face, chest, and body.

"H-heh... Hehe..." Lionna gasped, her feline ears twitching. "You know... If this whole fighter thing doesn't work out, I think I'd make a pretty decent painter." She grinned. Admiring her own obscene handiwork, she scooped up a wad of cum off Arryn's chest and held it to his lips expectantly.

And just like a good, obedient little elf, he was more than happy to suck it right off her fingers.

"Tasty, ain't it?~" she said. Grabbing a rag from the dresser, she tossed it over to him. "Get yourself cleaned up, you dirty little elf. I'm not finished with you yet~"

"I'd be disappointed if you were~" Arryn sampled another dollop, savoring the gooey treat on his tongue for a moment before he committed to cleaning up. As he worked on wiping up the bounty of cum, he couldn't help but stare.

Somehow, her cock was still stiff as a lance.

As soon as Arryn tossed away the soiled rag, Lionna hoisted him back onto his feet and threw him onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. She flipped him onto his stomach and positioned him so his ass was hanging off the edge.

"Now, for the main attraction~" Lionna licked her chops. She took greedy handfuls of plush half-elven ass and kneaded his soft rear cheeks. And then, she spread them wide, eyeing his tight, quivering pink pucker.

Arryn's ears fell flat against his head and burned red with embarrassment. It wasn't often that someone could make him feel so vulnerable, but as Lionna inspected him like a piece of meat at the butcher's, he couldn't help but whimper.

"Ooh, you look delicious... I wonder what elf tastes like...~"

Looking over his shoulder, Lionna's face disappeared under the contour of his asscheeks. She shoved her face against his quivering backdoor and dragged her tongue across the outer rim. Warm, wet lashes were interspersed with hot breaths rolling across sensitive pink.

"Aaahn...!~" Arryn buried his face into the bedsheets.

It had been ages since anyone did this to him.

There was a palpable hunger in the way Lionna devoured his asshole. She smooched and suckled on his rim, shifted lower to kiss his taint, and then slobbered all over the smooth backsack. She alternated between those three zones with an unpredictable rhythm. His hole, taint, and sack were all given equal attention and surely left glistening with spit. "Mmmh... Rrrghm...!~" Lionna slobbered against his pucker.