Talass

The moonlight streams in through the windows as a noise in the dark corners of the room wakes me. Getting up on my elbows I look around the shadowy room trying to find the source of the noise that woke me. Seeing nothing it takes my sleep addled brain a few moments to realize what was wrong with that. My mother and grandparents weren’t here either. Sitting up from what I could tell I was alone. I tried to stand, but my blankets tangled in my arms. Every way I twisted and turned my blanket just seemed to twist tighter and tighter constricting me and not allowing me to move more than a little.

After a few minutes I gave up and laid down trying to catch my breath. Sweat was dripping down my chest, several beads of sweat running between my breasts. My sleeping clothes were plastered to my skin and even the blankets underneath me were twisted along my tail and soaked in sweat. The combination was constricting my movement. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and the heat of the night was enough to leave me uncomfortable even without struggling against my blankets.

Taking a moment to relax and get my breathing under control and I was finally able to extricate my arms from my sheets. That is when I felt more than saw movement in one of the dark corners. Craning my neck I looked behind me but saw nothing but empty corners with the barest traces of moonlight giving them some light. “Hello?” I called out sounding more timid than I had wanted to. My mother would have of course sounded commanding no matter the situation. It was something that she was always criticizing about me.

Looking forwards I saw a shadow separate from the far wall and for my breath caught in my throat as it moved towards me on two distinct legs. For a moment I tried to entertain the idea of screaming but the shape moved too quickly and before I could finish drawing in a breath a hand was clamped on my face like iron. The scream was muffled so that barely any sound made it through their hand. I tried to cry out a second time but that just allowed them to clamp their hand over my mouth tighter, their other hand going to my arm as they pushed me down their body straddling my mid section.

I struggled and tried to get out from under them, but found their hand on my face as strong as the metal brought from over the mountain by the outlanders. My right arm was pinned to the ground above my head and my left went to the hand on my face to try and remove it, but no matter how much I struggled I their grip was stronger. Suddenly the hand left my face and pinned my arms above my head.

I started to thrash my body back and forth but a wisp of magic in the air signaling a spell was all the warning I had before bands of what felt like stone held my arms and tail to the ground.

While my mouth was now free to cry out, I found my voice escape me as a breath tickled my ear. “Don’t move, and don’t cry out.”

I knew that voice even in the darkness, it was the outlander I had seen earlier today. When their body had started to straddle my own I should have known it was them, but my thoughts were coming sluggishly, and the speed of the attack made it hard to figure out what was happening.

I could figure it out fairly quickly what they had planned though, and I felt a shock of adrenaline go through my body as the voice continued.

“I promise that if you are a good girl and do exactly as I say then you will enjoy this.” The voice whispered in my ear, my assailants breath tickling my neck as their tongue and lips took a moment to lick and nibble on my ear lobe. As afraid as I was I couldn’t help but moan ever so softly as their tongue and lips lingered on my ear. I tried to bite my lips and prevent my attacker from having the satisfaction of hearing me, but as close together as we were I wasn’t able to muffle my moans enough.

“Do you like that you naughty girl? Have you been waiting for this? For me to come into your home and have my way with you?”

Suddenly angry at how I was being treated I started to swear at my attacker, or at least I had tried to. Instead they pulled my head back and kissed me. With my mouth open they had no trouble slipping their tongue into mine. I felt their tongue exploring my own mouth and despite myself I found that I was actually enjoying it. Their lips were soft against my own, and their tongue was exploring my mouth in ways that I had never thought of. After a moments hesitation where I was lost in the new sensations I violently turned my head to the side closing my mouth catching their tongue a little with my teeth.

The kiss broken I was about to start swearing at my attacker but my shouts turned to pained screamed as each of my nipples were caught between a thumb and forefinger and twisted. I’ve always been self conscious of my body. Ever since I had started developing breasts I wished they would just disappear. They were too large, always getting in the way, men had stared at me with lust in their eyes even when I was still a child, and even women looked at them with envy. But the worst part about them was how sensitive they are. As the combination of pain and pleasure blossomed through my breasts from my nipples I heard the outlanders husky voice in my ear.

“You see, it will either be good, or very good. Which do you want?” And then I felt their lips on mine in a soft kiss as they stopped twisting my nipples and instead started gently rubbing circles on them.

Breaking the kiss I was finally able to get a good look at my attacker in the soft light of the moons. Her ears were twitching ever so slightly and over her shoulder I saw her tail swishing back and forth the same was a Bandabatch’s tail would just before it would pounce on its prey.

Shifting her position so she was straddling lower on my hips I felt her pressing down on my pussy in a way that felt both amazing and shameful.

“You like that?” She said as she ground her crotch onto my own. “If you’re good girl then you’ll feel even better, if you are a bad girl you’ll feel more pain, but first it's my turn.”

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She leaned forwards removing the pressure off of my pussy. Grasping my night shirt she tore the material in a single motion exposing my breasts to the cool night air.

“Very nice.” She said.

Gasping in surprise I felt her mouth envelope my breasts, first one then the other. I tried to stifle my moans so as to not give her the satisfaction of hearing me, but it didn’t matter as she seemed to know how to draw the greatest feelings of pleasure from my body.

Her hands left my breasts and moved to my hair, in one fluid motion she pulled my head back. My lips which moments ago had been open allowing small gasps of pleasure to leave, were now filled with the soft flesh of one of her breasts. Her nipple nudged against my tongue and with barely a moments hesitation I began sucking on the small nub running my tongue up and down it in small circles. Now it was her turn to groan in pleasure.

“Yes, like that, oh you are so good at this my little snake.” She whispered into my ear.

After a few moments I managed to get myself under control and tried to tun my head away from her breasts. She simply grasped my nipple and would painfully twist it whenever I tried.

After a few times I realized there was nothing I could do but go along with it. Allowing my instincts to guide me I sucked on the nipple slowly and carefully, lightly nibbling it with my teeth occasionally and other times running my tongue around it.

“Yes, yes, just like that, harder!” She moaned louder into my ear pulling my face into her chest. I tried to keep up with her but she was like a wild animal in heat. Shamefully I realized that my pussy was also wet, and heat was pooling just below my stomach.

All too quickly she pulled away, a popping sound emanating from my mouth as her nipple sprung free. She leaned down to kiss me and I felt myself responding before I could stop myself. What was wrong with me? Why was I allowing her to do this to me? Of course there wasn’t much that I could do to stop her, but I had some pride didn’t I? Would I really allow this to happen to me without a fight?

Turning my head to the side I forcibly broke the kiss cursing at her I thrashed my body and tried my best to resist. It was a wasted effort. Pinned by magic as I was there was nothing I could do to stop the outlander. Her hands returned to my hair and pulled. Crying out in pain I felt a flare of pain from each nerve in my scalp, and then even more pain as she pulled on my nipples, first one then the other.

“Good girls feel good, bad girls feel pain. Which is it that you want?” I wanted to curse her more but I was completely at her mercy.

Then I felt it, a pleasure so sublime and all-encompassing it pushed all thoughts of fighting out of my head. Slowly she had reached down to my pussy and stroked my outer lips. Up the left side, down the right, and then gently, oh so gently a fingertip pushed inside of me.

Despite my earlier thoughts of fighting back I let out a moan like a mindless animal caught up in heat. Wanting nothing more than for her to do that again I finally completely submitted. “Please, I’ll do anything, just don’t stop.” I whispered into her face.

Her coy smile actually made her look cute to me and set my heart fluttering in my chest in a way I hadn’t thought I would ever feel again since Shassala had left.

Returning her next kiss we explored each other's mouths, tongues dancing as I hungrily tried to deepen the kiss as much as I could, lust clouding my mind. Unfortunately with my arms and tail still bound I was unable to control the kiss and simply had to allow her to dictate the tempo of the kiss. No matter how much I tried to deepen it she would simply pull back and force it to a slower pace.

“Good girl, very good.” She whispered in my ear her breath tickling my neck.

As her mouth enveloped my ear I moaned in pleasure the sound emanating from my lips loud enough that the next door neighbors must have heard us.

With a soft smacking sound she broke the kiss as she stood over me, still bound to the ground I watched helplessly as first her shirt fell to the ground exposing her breasts and then her pants and underwear fell to the ground, to pool around her feet. Forced to look up at her from this angle she looked incredibly strong, but there was also femininity that I wished I had. The graceful swell of her hips, the way the skin of her thighs met the amazing curve of her ass, and above all that her tail still swishing back and forth.

Shifting so that she was standing directly over my head facing towards my feet I had a perfect view of her pussy as it slowly moved closer and closer to my face until finally I found my nose buried in her pubic hair and my tongue running up and down her slit her wetness covering my face.

With her thighs around my head I could barely hear her groans as she urged me on her body bouncing up and down ever so slightly on my face making it hard to breath.

Slowly I felt her lean forwards taking the pressure off of my face and I took in lungful of air. Panting heavily I was taken completely by surprise when I finally felt her tongue on my pussy. My body twisted in shock and without thinking I raised my hips trying to get more of the amazing feeling.

Each time her mouth touched my pussy it was like lightning ran through my body, spreading out from where her tongue touched me. Laying on the ground squirming back and forth I waited for her to continue, only to be left disappointed as she stopped.

“You want more?” She asked.

“Yes!” I exclaimed shamelessly.

“What do good girls get?”

“They get their pussy licked.” I answered.

“What do good girls do then?” she asked wiggling her hips above my face.

Knowing what I needed to do I raised my head off the ground and buried my nose back inside her cunt as I tried my best to lick ever inch of her soaking wet sex. Pulling at the restraints on my arms I wished that they were free, not to fight back, but to pull her down on top of me.

“Talass!”

As her moans filled the air she returned to my own sex and both of our moans were muffled by each other's pussies.

“Talass!”

Closer and closer we urged each other both of our orgasms approaching.

“Talass!” A voice cut through the fog of lust.

Trying to ignore it I focused on the pussy in front of my face, its warmth and wetness, the way it tasted and even felt, the wetness that was even now covering my face.

“Talass! What is wrong?” The voice cried out again.

And like that, the spell was broken.

I sat up, my movements constricted by my sheets which had somehow gotten tangled around my arms and tail.

“Huh? Wha?” I asked sitting up blearily looking around me.

To my left was my mother looking at me with alarm in her eyes.

“Talass! What’s wrong? It sounded like you were having a nightmare!” My mother shouted at me again.

“Huh?” I managed to squeak out, all too aware of the fact that my nipples were rock hard and I was fairly certain that the wetness in my crotch was not just something I had dreamed.

“You were having a nightmare. Are you alright? Was this about Shassala again?” She asked.

“No.” I said sitting up trying to get my bearings. “I had a dream, about the outlander.” I said before I woke up enough to realize how stupid that was to say.

“What!? What happened? What did he do to you?” My mother asked fury in her voice. I should have known better than to mention the outlanders, but my mind was foggy with sleep and embarrasement. My mother has always hated all outlanders, ever since my father....

Still there was no taking it back now, it wasn’t like I really wanted to speak to the outlanders again. It wasn’t like I wanted desperately to run my fingers through the cat-girls tail, touch her hair and see if she purred when I rub her ears. No not at all.

“It was nothing mother, I don’t even remember it now.”

“Are you certain? I will talk to Esther first thing in the morning, have someone else work with the outlanders.”

Sitting up I spoke perhaps too forcefully. “No!” Returning to a normal speaking volume I continued. “I mean no. I am Esthers assistant, it is a place of honor and I won’t leave that just because of a bad dream.”

My mother looked at me but to my surprise she didn’t argue. “Are you certain?”

“Yes, whatever the dream was I can’t even remember it now so it couldn’t have been too bad.” I lied. “Besides you want me to keep a close eye on them don’t you?”

“Alright if you’re sure that your fine.”

Nodding once more I rolled over and tried to get back to sleep while ignoring the throbbing in my pussy, and the wetness I could feel even just laying here. Fortunately after a moment my mother laid down and turned away. Tomorrow I would have to see the outlanders, hopefully I would be feeling better by then. Perhaps I would have a cold bath in the stream before I saw them, I really needed to get cleaned up anyways.