The next day, Lady Beatrice woke up early, the light of the dawn filtering through the windows and casting a soft glow over Theo's sleeping form. She couldn't help but stare at him, her heart filled to bursting with love. As she slid out of bed, she made sure to keep the sheets tightly wrapped around her, not wanting to disturb his rest.
The door to the chamber creaked open, and in slipped Ely, her movements silent and graceful despite her size. "Good morning, Lady Beatrice," she greeted with a small bow. "The bath is ready for you. And Master Theo isn't much of a morning person. He'll probably sleep for a few more hours."
Ely picked up the discarded garments from the floor with a knowing smile, her eyes flickering over the rumpled bedclothes. She knew what had transpired the night before, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Yet, she was also happy for her friend, knowing that this was part of the prophecy they all served.
Beatrice nodded, her cheeks a soft shade of pink. "Thank you, Ely," she murmured, accepting the clothes from the catgirl knight. She felt a strange sense of vulnerability, standing there in nothing but a bedsheet, yet Ely's kindness put her at ease.
The bath was a heavenly retreat, the warm water soothing her aching muscles from the passionate night. She allowed herself to drift in the peaceful solitude, contemplating the path ahead. Her future as a mother, as a duchess, and as a key player in Astra's fate was now more real than ever.
As she stepped out of the tub, the scent of jasmine and vanilla filled the air. Ely had laid out a sumptuous breakfast for her, including warm bread, fresh berries, and a steaming cup of tea. The gesture was simple, but it spoke volumes about the bond forming between the three of them—Theo, Lily, and Ely.
They were more than just partners in this divine endeavor; they were becoming a family. A family bound not by blood, but by love, loyalty, and destiny.
Beatrice took a deep breath and pulled on her dress, her thoughts swirling. She knew that the path ahead would be fraught with challenges, but she also knew that with Theo and his guardians by her side, she could face whatever the gods had in store for her.
The castle was slowly coming to life as she made her way back to her own chambers, the distant sounds of the morning's activities echoing through the corridors. The whispers of the night before had grown into hushed conversations, the castle buzzing with the news of her union with the hero.
Her heart was light despite the gravity of the situation. She had been chosen, and she would not fail.
As she opened the door to her room, she found her mother waiting, a knowing smile on her lips. "You've done well, my daughter," she said, her voice filled with pride. "Now, let's prepare for what comes next."
After ensuring Lady Beatrice is well taken care of, Ely heads to Theo's chamber. She finds him still sleeping, the blankets tangled around his body, a testament to their passionate night. She stands by the bed, her eyes lingering on his naked torso, the muscles defined and relaxed in sleep. Despite her cat-like grace, she feels a pang of inadequacy. Her own body is different from Lady Beatrice's—more animalistic, more beastly.
Her thoughts are interrupted by the scent of him—his manly musk fills the air, making her nose twitch and her pussy throb. Her high mating sense, a trait of her catgirl lineage, kicks into high gear. She wants him, needs him, craves his touch and affection. But doubt clouds her mind. "What if he doesn't want me?" she thinks, her heart racing. "What if he prefers human women?"
The fear of rejection is almost too much to bear. She knows that her race is often seen as inferior in the eyes of many, despite her valor and service. Yet, she can't shake the feeling that she's been sidelined in favor of Lily and now Lady Beatrice.
With a sigh, she decides to get ready for the day. She wet down there so she decided to change before she started her work. She strips down to her undergarments, her large breasts jiggling as she moves about the room. The sight of her half-nude body does not go unnoticed by the sleeping hero. Theo stirs, his eyes opening to find Ely standing there.
Her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but she tries to play it off with a casual smile. "Master Theo," she says, her voice a soft purr. "I hope you enjoyed your night. I'm here to help you prepare for the day ahead." She hides her body with clothes, The excitement makes her tail swing.
Theo stretches, his eyes lingering on her body. He's surprised by the sudden jolt of desire he feels. "Ely," he says, his voice thick with sleep and need. "You're always so... tempting."
Her tail swishes with excitement, but she tries to keep her cool. "Is there anything you need before we begin?" she asks, hoping he'll choose her, even just for a moment.
Theo's gaze meets hers, and for a brief second, she sees the same hunger in his eyes that she feels in her core. Then, he shakes his head, clearing the fog of sleep. "No, Ely," he says gently. "Thank you. I'll manage."
The disappointment is palpable, but she nods, hiding her feelings. "As you wish, Master."
Their moment of tension is broken by the sound of the door opening. Lily enters, her eyes widening at the sight of Ely half-dressed and Her Master Theo in bed. "Ely," she says, a hint of surprise in her voice. "I didn't know you were here."
Ely quickly gathers her composure, slipping into the role of a dedicated servant. "I was just seeing if Master Theo needed anything," she says, her voice a little too bright. "But it seems he's all taken care of."
Theo chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Indeed, I am," he says, his gaze flickering between the two of them.
"Then dress and give him the food and water. I ready his bath." Lily says, her voice a gentle command. She's aware of the tension in the room, but chooses to ignore it for now. Their duty to the hero comes first, and she knows that Ely's feelings for Theo are genuine, even if unrequited.
Theo sits up, the sheet falling away to reveal his nakedness. "Thank you, Lily," he says, his voice filled with affection. "And Ely, I'm sure I'll need your... assistance again soon."
Ely's heart skips a beat at the promise, but she nods, her eyes downcast. "Of course, Master Theo."
Theo stirs in the large bed, the aroma of jasmine and vanilla from the previous night's lovemaking with Lady Beatrice still lingering in the air. He notices Lily preparing to help him get dressed, but stops her. "Lily, aren't you busy today?" he asks with a knowing smile.
"Master Theo," Lily says, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know I live to serve."
"Yes," he agrees. "But Ely seems to be enjoying her new role as my personal valet. Why don't you let her take care of me today?"
Ely's eyes light up with joy, and she practically bounces in place. "Yes, Lily, you should go. I'll make sure Master Theo is dressed properly."
Lily raises an eyebrow at Theo's suggestion, then chuckles. "As you wish," she says with a knowing look, leaving the room with a graceful swish of her hips.
Ely's excitement is palpable as she approaches the bed. Her eyes sweep over Theo's bare chest, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of pink. "I'll make sure you look your best," she says eagerly, her voice a soft purr.
Theo watches her, his own heart racing. He can see the longing in her eyes, the same longing he felt for her and Lily before. He knows he can't deny her forever, but for now, his duty calls.
"Thank you, Ely," he says, his voice gentle. "I appreciate your dedication."
As she helps him into his clothes, her hands tremble slightly with anticipation. She tries not to let it show, but it's clear that she's hoping for more than just a simple dressing.
Theo reaches out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You've done well," he tells her, his eyes filled with warmth. "And I know we'll have more... quality time together soon."
Ely's tail swishes behind her, the tip of it brushing against his leg. "I'll hold you to that," she whispers, her eyes meeting his for a brief moment before she looks away, her heart racing.
The two of them share a tense silence before Lily returns with a steaming cup of tea and a tray of breakfast. "Your bath is ready, Master Theo," she says, placing the tray on the bedside table.
Theo nods, his eyes flicking to Ely before returning to Lily. "Ely, you want to give me a bath today?"
Ely's eyes widen with excitement, and she nods eagerly. "Can I?" she asks, looking to Lily for permission.
Lily smiles, her gaze flickering between them. "If Master Theo wishes," she says, her voice playfully teasing.
Theo nods, his own excitement building. "Yes," he says, his voice firm.
Ely's eyes light up, her tail swishing with excitement. She moves closer to the bed, her hands reaching for the sheets to help him out. "Let's go, Master," she says, her voice a seductive purr.
Theo can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of Ely's tender touch. He allows her to lead him to the bathing chamber, the warm water and her gentle ministrations promising a delightful start to the day.
Upon arriving at the bath house, the maid, a small, mousy woman with a shy demeanor, greets them with a curtsey. "Your bath is ready, Duke Theo," she says, her eyes glancing briefly at Ely before returning to the ground.
The room is bathed in the soft glow of candles and the sweet scent of flowers. The bath is full to the brim with steaming water, rose petals floating on the surface. Theo has become accustomed to these luxurious baths, but this one feels different.
Ely, her heart racing, helps him out of his pajamas, her eyes wide with shock and fascination as she sees him fully naked for the first time. She's seen him in various states of undress before, but there's something about seeing him completely bare that makes her knees wobble.
"Master Theo," she stammers, her voice catching in her throat as she tries to remember her duty. "Your bath... I'll help you in."
Theo, noticing her reaction, smiles warmly. "Thank you, Ely," he says, stepping into the water and sinking into the warm embrace of the flowers and herbs.
Ely, unable to resist the temptation, stands rooted to the spot, her eyes drinking in the sight of him. His muscular body, his manhood standing proud, is a stark contrast to the delicate beauty of the scene.
Theo reaches for the soap, his eyes never leaving hers. "Would you like to join me?" he asks, his voice a gentle invitation.
Her mind racing, Ely nods, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly sheds her own clothes, revealing her sleek, cat-like body. Her fur is a deep black, and her large, round breasts bounce with the slightest movement. Her pussy, already wet from the anticipation, is barely hidden by her small patch of fur.
Theo's eyes widen slightly, taking in her beauty. "You're stunning," he murmurs.
Ely's cheeks burn with pleasure as she steps into the water, the warmth enveloping her. She takes the soap from him, her hands shaking slightly as she begins to wash his back, her breasts brushing against him.
Their eyes meet in the steamy air, and she can't help but feel a deep connection. Despite her fears of rejection, she knows that she belongs here, with him.