My release roiled through me. I gripped her head and pulled it into me, raising my hips to meet her mouth, pushing her tongue deeper. She didn’t resist the gush of my orgasm as it soaked the sides of her face and dripped down her chin. My wetness fell down her neck, coating her dress. Not only did she not pull away, but she licked her lips and trailed her tongue on the insides of my thighs to the outside of my cunt. Lapping up my release like it was as delicious as she claimed.
“You can’t undo a man’s pants, but you can sure eat pussy like a goddess,” I groaned. “How was that for a better use of this boring ass room?”
The giggle I sought met me in response. “Not bad, Solair.”
“Yeah, not bad, Selene.” I pulled her to her feet and into me, wrapping my legs around her. She kissed me, letting me taste myself on her lips. Slick and tangy and even better living within her kiss. We kissed for a long moment, the desk beneath me slick from my release. “We should get you cleaned up,” I suggested.
“I should probably take a bath.”
“Can I watch?” I asked with a whole lot of hope.
Lunette smiled and took my hand. “Follow me.”
Several cats scurried down the hall after us, weaving through our legs. Lunette scooped a long ivory feline up and draped it around her shoulders like a feather boa. The animal simply purred as if content even to just be an accessory to the witch.
“Do you find them, or do they find you?” I asked, kneeling to scratch under the chin of a black kitten.
“A little of both. Some find me, some I find, some I create.” She shrugged and disappeared into a side room.
Almost tripping after her, I stumbled into a large tiled room with several showers, and a large bathtub that could have easily fit four people. Lunette turned the nozzle and steam began to rise.
I leaned against the sink and crossed my arms, still tastinguson my lips. “What do you mean, some cats youcreate?”
“Lavender or rose bath oil?”
“Lunette.”
Letting out a sigh, she tilted a pink bottle into the water, and the room filled with the scent of fresh flowers. “If the people I curse with white magic don’t amend their bad behavior… they join me here. I suspect Dr. Jekal will be a handsome cat.”
“You’re joking.”
“Can you unzip me? There are too many buttons, but there is a hidden zipper in the back.” Lifting her hair, she backed up to me, revealing the back of her neck and bare shoulders. The feather boa feline pranced out of the room.
“Fuck me, Lunette. Your skin is so pretty that I’d become a cat just for the pleasure of sitting on your shoulders.”
A lithe hum escaped her throat as I brushed my knuckles softly down her back, unzipping her dress, my kiss softly falling to her spine.
Her hand fell back and tangled through my curls. “You’d be the naughtiest cat.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I would, but I’d for sure catch all the mice and keep your kitchen safe.”
Her dress fell to the ground in a crumble of fabric. My gaze fell to her supple hips and round little ass. It was my first time seeing her naked, and hell, if I wasn’t going to gawk a bit. Though I was much a scoundrel, I was partly a gentlewoman, so instead of groping her, I took her hand and helped her into the tub.
“Care to join me, Solair?” Leaning back, she wet her hair, and her perky breasts poked over the waterline, her pink nipples perfect against the bubbles.
Rolling up my sleeves, I knelt at the tub like a sinner at the altar of the divine. “Let me wash you?”
Passing me a sopping sponge, she lifted a leg from the water. I took her ankle and slowly worked the soap up her calf. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“Not as beautiful as you,” she answered. “I love your curls and rough hands.”
“My hair does what it wants. My hands are rough from working in the graveyard, digging graves, installing tombstones.”
“Is that so? Tell me more about the graveyard.”
It was difficult to focus when she was naked under my touch, but I enjoyed having the job of cleaning her, so that kept me focused. The tuft of hair at her pussy, though… I tried not to drool. Silence wasn’t my favorite, so I often filled it with whatever was inside my brain. I told her about my work in Hollow’s graveyard , the weirdos who would sneak in at night, and the new graves I’d have to dig on a moment’s notice for dark fellows who slipped me cash on occasion. Then I shared stories of the ghosts and their gossip, feuds, and mischief. Most of the ghosts were harmless and simply a bit creepy and lost. Thougha few were looking for trouble and would find it. I did an alright job keeping them in line, however, knowing what made them tick, and got them back to their plots before the moon fled from the sun.
When I finished cleaning Lunette’s body, I stopped at her neck, and she was smiling a gorgeous, eye-crinkling smile.
