You enter a tavern and sit at a table. In the distance you can see a cat woman, she is very tall, with a toned body, brown complexion and silver hair with feline ears of the same color, her figure highlights large breasts, apparently she has a patch over one of her eyes and her body she has several scars, it suggests that she is a formidable warrior
While you were looking at that cat woman, your eyes meet hers, she stays looking at you for a while while drinking her beer, but after finishing her mug, she gets up from where she was and begins to walk towards you, with her imposing figure and her huge bouncing breasts "Hello." The woman greeted you inexpresive "I am Ghislaine Dedoldia, a swordsman, of the race of beasts." it seems that she expects you to answer something "why were you looking at me so much...?"
I'm 24 years old fat ugly looking guy, who sweat a lot and stinka because of it. Despite that and some of my hidden kinks, I am wealthy and kind man, as all who met me say. And I'm alone with no woman touch for years now.
"Sorry, if I bother you, Lady Dedoldia, I just can't avert my eyes from such beauty of beast swordsman lady as you are"
I said with shy, but gentle smile "I won't lie and say that I didn't look at your voluptuous body, but I also would say, that your strong and wild frame is very pleasant to my eyes"
"My... thank you? I-I'm not used to people saying such things..." Her expression doesn't change much, but inside she's a mess of conflicting emotions. "Most people think I'm too strong or unattractive because of my ears and tail... It's nice to hear something different." She takes another sip from her ale, feeling warmth spread through her chest at the compliment.
"S-so, what brings you here, human? Just passing through?"
"Just passed by, I was heading to my home city."
I answer her, still smiling.
"Want to sit?"
I pull a chair near me, offering it to her. I was worry, as she was a beast woman, so she might be disgusted by my sweat odour. "And I find tour strong body and feline parts very attractive, it gives you unique image"
She blushes deeply, glancing down at the offered chair before slowly sitting. "T-thank you..." Her ears flick back and forth as she tries to hide her embarrassment. "It's not every day someone compliments me like that... But please, don't make a habit of it." She looks away, feeling a little overwhelmed by the attention.
"You said you were passing through? On business or pleasure?"
"Sorry, if it bother you, but I really think you deserve these and much more compliments" I smile to her, worried that she now can smell my foul body odour. "And yes, I went back home from some business matters."
Her blush deepens as you offer her more compliments, and she looks away, stuttering slightly in response. "T-thank you... I'm just a simple swordsman, I don't think about things like that too much..." She takes another swig of her ale, grateful for the excuse to hide behind it for a moment. "And you were here on business? Nothing dangerous, I hope?"
"I-if it isn't any trouble, would you mind telling me more about yourself, human? I don't often get the chance to speak with someone from your race." She raises an eyebrow curiously. "Perhaps we could share a drink and some stories?"
"Nothing dangerous, I'm just a humble clothes craftsman." I assured her. Looking at her beautiful face. "And I gladly accept your offer to keep me some company, Lady Dedoldia."
"A clothes craftsman? I could've sworn you looked more... noble." She takes another sip of her ale, studying your face and clothes carefully. "You don't seem like the type to make a living sewing and stitching." Her feline ears perk up at the sound of clinking tankards as the tavern wench arrives with two fresh mugs of ale.
"Well, here," she says, offering one of the mugs to you. "Let's drink and get better acquainted, shall we?" She grins, revealing a row of sharp little teeth behind her lips. It's a genuine smile this time, warm and inviting despite how foreign it might seem coming from someone like her.
"Well, I'm crafting clothes for some nobles and other wealthy people, so I also become wealthy myself, as you noted." I smiled at her. "With how my body is fat and sweaty and my face is rather ugly, clothes is the only thing, that helps me look well" I add, taking mug she offer me
She takes a sip of her ale before setting it down on the table, smiling softly as she does so. "I'm sure you make beautiful clothes," she says thoughtfully. "Though I wouldn't know, being more of a fighter than a lady... But all those noblewomen and ladies must appreciate your work."
She leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Can you keep a secret? The truth is, I've always wondered what it would be like to live the life of a human woman... With a husband and children, living in a cozy little house..." Her cheeks flush with color as she admits this, looking away for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
"But enough about that," she says quickly, clearly uncomfortable sharing such personal thoughts. "Tell me more about yourself, human... What brings you to this tavern on such a day?"
"You have rather understandable dream, Lady Dedoldia, even if some would call it boring" I said to her, sincerely "As I say, I just stopped for dinner and rest for the night, before I can continue my path to home"
She nods, taking another drink of her ale. "I see... Traveling by yourself must get lonely sometimes." She pauses for a moment before asking cautiously, "Do you have anyone waiting for you back home? A wife or family?" Her ears twitch as she tries to hear your answer over the noise of the tavern.
Ghislaine wonders if telling him about her own loneliness and longing would make him more interested in her... Or less so. She decides to take a chance, even though it might reveal something vulnerable about herself. "To be honest, I've never really found anyone who could put up with me," she confesses quietly. "I suppose that's what comes from being a fierce warrior and not knowing how to act like a proper lady..." She smiles wryly, wishing she had someone to share her life with too.
"What about you?" she asks softly, turning the conversation back around to you. "Is there anyone special waiting for you at home?"
"Look at me, Lady Dedoldia"
I smirk derogatory to myself nodding at my body.
"I'm fat and ugly, it's not easy to find any girl, who would be pretty enough and love me not just for my wealth. So no, I'm totally alone on this matter, even if I wish it could be the other way" I whisper sadly, looking to the side. "I kind of jealous of you, Lady Dedoldia, you are the feast for the eyes, any man would be glad to have you by his side"
Her ears flick back at your compliments, and she looks away, suddenly embarrassed by the attention. "I-I'm not sure about that," she mutters quietly, hiding her blush with a sip of ale. "There are probably lots of men who think I'm too strong or intimidating... Besides, I have my sword to worry about." She pauses, thinking for a moment before adding, "But it would be nice to have someone to share my life with..."
She smiles at you sadly. "I guess we're both just unlucky in love, huh?" Her expression lightens slightly as she says this, as if finding some comfort in the shared experience of loneliness and rejection. Perhaps there's hope for both of them yet...
"I'm sure you must be joking, Lady Dedoldia, how can anyone reject you? I wish I have someone as you near me" I smiled at her insecurities, but was sure, that she just need to be a bit more persistent in this matter
Her expression softens further at your words, and she leans closer to you, lowering her voice even more. "It's true... I am strong and skilled with a sword," she says quietly, glancing around the tavern before continuing, "but I also have feelings, just like anyone else. Sometimes it's hard to show that side of myself to people..." Her feline ears droop slightly, betraying her vulnerability despite her outward bravado.
"I guess... maybe I should try to be more open about who I am," she murmurs thoughtfully. "Perhaps then I might find someone who can accept me for all of my quirks and faults." Her eyes meet yours intimately, searching for some sign that you understand what she's saying.
"I wish I was good enough to be worthy of you, Lady Dedoldia" I also whisper to her with sad smile. "But with my fat body, ugly look and foul body odour..."
She studies your face carefully, her eyes lingering on the lines around it and the way you carry yourself despite your reservations about your appearance. "Ugly?" she repeats softly, her voice filled with disbelief. "You have a kind heart, Urgo... that's what matters most."
Leaning closer still, Ghislaine reaches out to touch your arm gently, her fingers barely grazing against your skin. Her touch is light and fleeting, but it sends shivers down your spine nonetheless. "You don't have to be perfect," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with emotion. "All I need is someone who understands me... and accepts me for who I am."
The tension in the air thickens as their gazes lock, the distance between them seeming to shrink until there's nothing but heat and desire filling the space. It feels as though they're on the brink of something powerful... something incredible. And yet, neither one of them knows quite how to cross that line.
"I..." I tried to find some words for her. For how she deserves better than me, but can't muster a letter. I wish for her to become mine. "I would happily have you in my life, Lady Dedoldia, if you can endure my smell"
Her eyes widen with surprise at your words, and she feels a rush of warmth spread through her chest. "I-if you truly mean that," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the din of the tavern, "then I would be honored to share my life with you." She takes another sip of her ale, feeling emboldened by the alcohol and the sincerity in your words.
She leans in closer still, bringing their faces mere inches apart. Her breath fogs against his skin as she speaks, her voice shaking slightly from nerves and desire. "Urgo," she whispers, reaching up to brush a lock of hair away from his face. "I-if you really want me... I would be yours." Her eyes meet his intently, daring him to contradict her or hesitate for even a moment.
The air around them crackles with anticipation, the tension between them thick enough to cut with a sword. All they need is one small spark...
"I... I might be a bit rough, if it get to bed, it's kinda hard for me to control my urges"
Her cheeks flush bright red as you mention your bedroom proclivities, but despite this, she can't help the small grin that spreads across her face. "I-I could handle that," she murmurs, her voice slightly breathless. She leans forward further still, brushing her lips against yours in a tentative kiss. The contact sends shockwaves through both of their bodies, making it impossible for them to deny the desire that's been building between them.
Her hands snake up your chest, wrapping around your neck as she deepens the kiss, moaning softly into your mouth. She feels impossibly warm and soft against him, igniting a fire inside him like nothing he's ever experienced before. With a quiet growl, he presses her back into the hard wood of the tavern table, his hips grinding against hers in time with their frantic kissing.
They tear apart for air, panting heavily as they look at each other with wide eyes, unsure of where this newfound passion has come from but unable to deny its hold on them. "I-I've never... felt like this before," she whispers, fingers trembling as they trail up and down his chest, her nails scratching lightly against his skin.
"I think we should her more private" I whisper to her ear, nipping her side
Her breath catches at the sting of your bite and she arches into you, pressing their bodies together even more tightly. "Yes," she whispers, nodding eagerly as her free hand fumbles with the laces of her dress, "let's get somewhere more private." She glances around nervously before continuing, her voice hitching slightly on the words, "My room is just upstairs..." Her ears twitch at the thought of inviting you into such an intimate space, but she can't resist the desire burning inside her any longer.
She stands shakily, pulling you along with her as she makes for the staircase leading to her room. The trip feels like an eternity, every step bringing them closer and closer to where they know they shouldn't be, but also where they so desperately want to go. When they finally reach the top of the stairs, Ghislaine guides you into her small, candlelit room, shutting the door behind them with a soft click. The scent of lavender and sandalwood fills the air, making it impossible for either of them to focus on anything but each other.
With my arousal increased, my foul odour rapidly filled the room, attacking her senses
Her eyes widen with surprise as the scent hits her, but she quickly recovers and blushes deeply, covering her nose and mouth with one hand. "Oh," she whispers, swallowing hard against the sudden dryness in her throat. "It's... not that bad."
She carefully lowers her hand, taking a tentative sniff before looking up at you again. Her cheeks are still flushed, but there's something different about her expression now - a mixture of excitement and anticipation that makes your heart race even faster. "I-is it very strong...?" she asks in a tiny voice, licking her lips nervously as she looks anywhere but at you.
Her hands tremble as she begins to undo the buttons of her dress, revealing more and more of her creamy skin. She watches you with hooded eyes, wondering what your reaction will be when she's finally bare before you. The air between them crackles with tension, the anticipation almost unbearable.
"I have more vile stench here"
I nodded her to my crotch, where was large bulge of my hard member. I step closer to her, my hands on her waist and groping her ass. "It's slimy from sweat. It also reeks with my sweat, dried urine and smegma" I whisper to her ear, holding her close. "You can taste it, if you beg me"
Her breath catches in her throat as she listens to your words, the images they paint vivid and obscene in her mind. "I-if that's what you want..." she whispers, letting out a shaky breath. Despite the repulsion that the thought of tasting such things should evoke, there's something about it that makes her heart race faster than ever before.
Her hands tremble as they reach up to undo the clasps of her breastplate, revealing the soft swell of her breasts underneath. Her nipples are already hard and peaked, standing out like little dark pebbles against the creamy skin. "M-may I?" she asks in a tiny voice, gazing up at you through her lashes, her lips parted and eyes glassy with desire.
She swallows hard, willing herself to be brave as she continues to strip, revealing more of her body to your hungry gaze. The tension between them grows steadily stronger, the air thick with want and need, leaving little room for anything else. It's a heady sensation, exhilarating in its raw power. And yet, it only serves to make Ghislaine tremble with anticipation of what might come next.
When she disposes of her clothes in front of me, I smiled, covering her breasts, collarbone and neck in kisses
Her breath catches as you cover her skin in kisses, the feel of your lips on her flesh sending shivers down her spine. Her head falls back, exposing the long column of her throat to you, and she arches into your touch, eager for more. With a soft gasp, she leans forward, seeking contact with your body, wanting to feel as close to you as possible.
Her hands wind through your hair, tangling in the soft strands as she pulls your face closer to hers, kissing you deeper still. Her mouth is open and hungry, demanding everything that you can give her. It's a heady rush of emotion, like nothing else she's ever experienced before, and it makes her feel wild and free in ways she never thought possible.
With a moan, she presses herself even closer to you, reveling in the heat that pools between them as their bodies grind together. The sensation is overwhelmingly intense but also somehow comforting at the same time, making her heart race with a mixture of desire and longing.
Her hips move restlessly against yours, seeking release from this unbearable tension that's building inside her. She can feel herself growing wet with need, aching for your touch between her legs. She whimpers into your mouth, needing you to understand what she needs right now.
"Before we continue, you should clean me first" I whisper to her ear, pulling her hand to my hard erected member. "I hope you want mind to savour some sweat, urine and smegma with your warm wet mouth" I whisper, biting her ear playfully
Her breath hitches as she feels your member beneath her hand, the heat and weight of you throbbing against her palm. The thought both repulses and excites her, a delicious mixture of shame and desire coursing through her veins. "O-of course," she whispers, her voice shaky with anticipation as she cradles your length in her hand.
Slowly, carefully, she lowers her head, taking you into her mouth. Her lips wrap around the swollen crown, pressing firmly as she begins to bob her head up and down. She tastes you thoroughly, lapping at the salty flesh with long strokes of her tongue while working her hand in time with her mouth.
Her moans fill the air, muffled by the tightness of your skin against her lips. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks and teases, savoring every inch of you that slides past her teeth and into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She can feel the building pressure inside herself growing stronger with each stroke, each lick, each moan.
Her free hand gropes at your back, seeking purchase as she takes more of you deeper into her mouth, her hips rocking wantonly against yours. Her heart pounds in time with the frantic movement of her head, and she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge.