Hehe…
The best feeling in the world?
Waking up with my face buried in soft, bouncy boobies!!!
…
I stir awake, montarily disoriented but quickly lulled by the comforting warmth of Eris's body pressed firmly against mine. Her smooth skin brushes against my cheeks, and her gentle, familiar scent envelops like a cozy blanket. Slowly, I inhale, savoring this blissful mont, then lean forward to place a soft kiss on the curve of her cleavage.
"Hey, good morning," she murmurs, voice playful as it tickles my ear.
"Morning…" I reply, unable to resist the giddy smile tugging at my lips. "How long have you been up?" I ask, tightening my hug around her.
"Not too long," she answers, fingers threading through my hair in a tender ruffle. "I just wanted to watch you sleep for a bit. How was your rest?"
Rather than answer right away, I let my mouth drift to one of her nipples, too absorbed in the temptation before .
"Mmmmh…" Eris sighs softly, a slight tremor in her voice. "You just woke up… ahhh~… and you're already hungry?"
"Nn!" I respond, intensifying my rhythm. My tongue circles her nipple, grazing it with gentle nibbles. It hardens between my lips, sending a delightful shiver through my body.
"Ahhh~…" she breathes again, pulling closer and nipping at my ear in turn. A mont later, her hand trails down past my hips, eventually letting one finger slip into my wet slit.
"Mmmmmhh~…" I moan, feeling a surge of electricity course through , instantly reigniting my lust. Slowly, I relax into her touch, allowing her long, slender finger to delve deeper inside.
From there, it takes no ti at all before we both succumb to yet another sweet, heady round of morning sex. The bed creaks beneath us, and our heated moans fill the room until ti becos a blur. By the ti we notice our surroundings again, noon has arrived.
At last, I collapse on top of Eris, gasping for breath, my body tingling and drenched in sweat. Glancing up, I notice she still appears relatively unfazed—her seemingly boundless stamina never fails to amaze .
"Well," she says, offering a mischievous smile, "now that you've had your… breakfast, what do you want for lunch?"
"AT!" I blurt out without hesitation. "Filoan bird! Horned rabbit! Sothing hearty."
She laughs. "Alright, hearty at it is. And after that, what would you like to do?"
"Hmm… not sure," I admit, shrugging playfully. "I'll follow your lead."
"Great. I still have so more places to show you," Eris replies, her eyes gleaming.
"Nn," I answer in agreent.
Since my Identity Card will still take a few days to finalize, I can't start work in the kitchen just yet. Consequently, I find myself with a handful of free days to explore Mistvale as I please.
We lie there together for a few monts longer while I catch my breath. Eventually, once I feel ready to face the day, we both slip into fresh clothes, gearing up for whatever awaits us.
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A while later, we find ourselves at the bustling food market, each of us clutching a fla-grilled horned rabbit leg and devouring it with unabashed enthusiasm.
"MMMMMMHHHH! Horned rabbit is the best!" I exclaim, letting out a pleased purr. Sure, Filoan birds are tasty, but there's sothing about horned rabbit legs that puts them in a league of their own.
I take another bite, my sharp fangs puncturing the crisp, charred skin and sinking into the tender muscle beneath. As I tear off a chunk, a delicious blend of herbs and spices floods my mouth, perfectly balancing the at's natural gaminess. The taste is so divine that my mind nearly goes blank from sheer bliss.
anwhile, Eris devours her own al at record speed, even chomping straight through the bone.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
So incredibly crunchy.
Not a single scrap goes to waste.
Wow…
I pause, staring at her in awe. No matter how many tis I see her do that, it never ceases to amaze .
Feeling curious, I decide to give it a try myself. Biting down hard, I hope to crack the bone. But… nothing. It's like gnawing on a stone—I can't even make a dent in it.
Ugh, this is impossible!
Eris bursts out laughing, shaking her head in amusent. My ears flatten at her reaction.
"Ahhh! Eris! Why are you laughing?" I protest.
"You need way more bite force to do that, silly!" she teases, her voice light. "Right now, you'll only end up chipping your teeth."
"Ehhhh???" I exclaim, wrinkling my nose in confusion. "But we're both Cat Furren, so why can you do it and I can't?"
"Because I'm A-rank, that's why," Eris replies with a wink. "Besides, it's a good way for to train my jaws."
Crunch—another bone shatters under her jaw. She slurps up the marrow before chewing through the rest of it.
OOOOOOOHHHH!
My mind reels with the realization. So for her, eating is also a form of training. That's… so efficient!
However, a sudden and unsettling thought crosses my mind. "W-wait!" I stamr. "Have you ever… killed anyone with your bite?"
"Oh, of course!" Eris answers breezily, her eyes gleaming with dark amusent at the recollection. "One ti, a guy immobilized my arms and legs with a shackle spell, so I had no choice but to rip out his throat and crush his Adam's apple."
I gulp, my stomach lurching at the vivid image. Instinctively, I lift a hand to shield my own neck.
Of all the ways to die, having your throat torn out by a catgirl might be one of the most brutal.
In my head, I can almost see Eris drenched in blood like so vampiric nightmare, and the thought both terrifies and strangely intrigues .
"Well," Eris continues, "aside from that one, maybe three or four more guys? I don't rember exactly. I usually prefer swords—I'm not that feral. But hey, sotis desperate situations call for desperate asures."
Her words remind yet again of the harsh reality of adventurer life: endless danger, unpredictable outcos, and the constant need to train in any way possible.
Eventually, Eris wipes her mouth after polishing off her fifth horned rabbit leg. "I'm stuffed. How about you, Felicia?"
"Sa!" I reply, swallowing my final morsel of at. I only managed four legs and already feel drowsy.
She hands a small flask of minty alcohol, which we use to rinse out our mouths—swish, swish, swish—then we spit onto a patch of grass. The sharp sting burns my tongue, but at least my mouth feels clean and fresh.
"So," Eris begins, picking at her teeth with a wooden toothpick, "would you prefer to take a nap, or shall we head to the dungeon?"
"Dungeon!" I answer without a mont's hesitation.
She nods approvingly. "Alright, then! Let's stop by the Adventurer's Guild first and pick up a quest."
Earlier, Eris had presented with several ways to spend the day, and I chose the dungeons—but only the lowest-grade ones, of course. As much as she worries about going into dangerous places, learning the basics seems like the smart thing to do. After all, dungeons are an integral part of this world, and everyone needs at least a fundantal understanding and proper preparation before venturing inside.
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