Chapter - 6
"My Queen, I believe it would be wise for me to assess the young prince's condition. Would you kindly give me a bit of space?" A soft voice spoke up, clearing her throat first. I turned my gaze to find a blue-haired woman standing beside the bed. She appeared mature, perhaps in her early fifties, with a slender, petite frame and strikingly beautiful features. She wore long, dark robes that fell gracefully around her, exuding an air of authority and sophistication. From my memories, I recognized her as Amelia Revin, the royal healer.
Queen Lirael quickly rose, stepping back to make room for the healer. Amelia moved closer, her hands glowing faintly as she began her examination, first tracing the lines of my face and head with gentle fingers. Her touch was warm and reassuring, the healing energy flowing into me.
After a moment, she paused, a slight frown of concentration crossing her face. "Now, my prince," she said, "I'll need you to remove your clothes so I can check you fully."
The request caught me off guard, and I hesitated. I could feel the heat rise in my face as I met her eyes. Sensing my unease, Queen Lirael stepped in with a soft smile. "Damon, you've been in our care for years. We've all seen you naked before. There's nothing to feel embarrassed about," she assured me gently.
Logically, I knew she was right; they had tended to the prince's body in its unconscious state for years. But for me, this was all new and disorienting. Even so, I gave a small nod.
"Cassandra, Nimera," Queen Lirael commanded, "Help the prince."
The two red-haired feline women, Cassandra and her daughter Nimera, approached me. I recognized them as the devoted caretakers who had looked after the prince for many years, ever since he was a child. They exchanged a glance before helping me remove my clothing.
They carefully slid my shirt off my shoulders and knelt down to unbuckle my pants. I felt the weight of everyone's gaze as I stood there, stripped down. Gasps filled the air, and it was clear why. Looking down, I noticed my impressive cock, standing tall and prominent just inches from Cassandra and Nimera's faces. The sight seemed to capture their attention, and they appeared awestruck.
To be honest, I was somewhat taken aback as well; I hadn't remembered being this endowed before. It was remarkable in size, probably a foot long, and quite a few inches in girth. Though it felt overwhelming, I suppose it wasn't something a man should ever complain about.
As the feline women rose, they stepped aside to let Amelia approach. Her expression remained serious as she examined me. I noticed her glowing hands, likely imbued with some form of feythar, glide over my chest and then travel lower. A blush crept onto her face as her hands brushed against me.
"The Prince is in excellent health," Amelia declared as she completed her assessment.
Then, Queen Lirael returned to me, unfazed by my nudity; she pressed herself against me, her hands encircling me as she rested her head on my chest.
"I'm so thankful to have you back. This feels like a miracle," she said softly.
"I'm feeling a bit weary and would like to rest for a while. Can we continue this later?" I replied, needing a moment to process everything that was occurring.
"Of course, my dear," Lirael responded, lifting her gaze to mine. She leaned in, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
One of her hands slipped down, seeking my cock. I could feel her delicate fingers pressing against me, trying to wrap around my girth, though it was too much for her small hand. She began to stroke me slowly, her tongue dancing with mine, eliciting soft moans from me.
When our lips finally parted, both of us breathless, Lirael continued to caress me and instructed Cassandra and Nimera, "Make sure the prince is well taken care of."
At last, she released me, giving me a warm smile before exiting the room, with Amelia following closely behind.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, my mind reeling. My huge, throbbing cock standing proudly before me. I was about to dismiss Cassandra and Nimera, but the mother and daughter pair knelt before me, their eyes fixed on my massive member.
"My Prince," Cassandra purred, her voice dripping with lust. "We have been given the sacred duty of relieving your tension and pleasing your cock. Allow us to worship your magnificent manhood."
Nimera nodded eagerly, her tongue snaking out to lick her lips. The young cat girl was inexperienced, but eager to learn. Cassandra grasped my shaft, stroking it slowly as Nimera leaned in to lap at the precum oozing from my tip.
I had just woken up from what felt like a coma, and now I was being sucked off by two gorgeous cat women? It was almost too much to process.
I quickly forgot about everything though as the mother and daughter started working their mouths in tandem on my cock. The sensations were too intense, too pleasurable to ignore. This was beyond anything I'd ever even dreamed off, and for the next few minutes, I couldn't do anything but let out moans.
Cassandra was a pro, her tongue and throat working miracles on my shaft. She would take me deep, her nose pressing against my pelvis as she swallowed around my impressive length. I groaned, my hands tangling in Cassandra's red hair as she bobbed up and down on me. I was impressed how she could easily take so much cock inside her mouth.
Nimera, on the other hand, was clumsy but eager. She would gag and sputter when sucking, her eyes watering as she fought back the urge to retch. I could feel the young woman's throat convulsing around my shaft, the sensation driving me wild with lust. Cassandra patiently guided her daughter, showing her how to relax her throat and take me deeper. My cock was slick with saliva and precum as the mother and daughter duo worshipped it with their mouths and tongues.
As I watched them work on my cock, I felt a sense of power wash over me. These women were worshipping me, pleasuring me like their lives depended on it. It was a heady feeling, one that I knew I could never get completely used to.
Was this some kind of dream, or had I really been brought back to life in a world of magic and cat girls? I couldn't stop my mind from wandering.
My orgasm pushed those thoughts aside though. "I'm going to cum," I announced.
Cassandra took control, stroking my shaft vigorously as Nimera and her pressed their faces together, their tongues extending to lap at my cockhead. With a groan of ecstasy, I erupted, spraying thick ropes of cum all over the cat ladies' faces.
The cum was warm and sticky, coating their cheeks, noses, and mouths. I watched as Nimera sputtered and choked on my seed, some of it even getting into her eyes and making them sting. Cassandra, however, seemed to revel in the feeling of my cum on her skin. She licked her lips, savoring the taste.
After I had finished cumming, the cat ladies kissed my cockhead reverently before rising to their feet. Their faces were still dripping with cum, but they didn't bother to wipe it off. Instead, they bowed low to me before turning and leaving the room, the wet streaks of cum on their faces a testament to their servitude.
What had I exactly gotten myself into?