[M4F] Rescuing a shy, scared catboy and making him your familiar who's useful in lots more ways than you expected

Could be played as Adventurer x Catboy, Witch x Catboy, or anything else you have in mind!

This post is long but I only expect 1 to 2 detailed sentences per response from my partners, though I am capable of more if that is your preference

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The dungeon you're in is cold, dark, and grey. The light from your torch illuminating the hall in a pale yellow, the cracks and dents in the floor and walls giving homes for all sorts of creepy crawlies that are surely hiding just out of sight, avoiding your bright light. Up to this point, the only sounds you've heard have been the occasional squeak of a rat and your own footsteps. A shockingly empty dungeon, so far, until you hear a faint mew echoing off the walls of the dungeon. As you approach the corner, it gets louder, like a struggling animal, straining to make even the softest of noises. When you peek around, you see me, a catboy, with my distinctive cat ears and tail, ensnared within a net, my naked body contorted. I try to crane my neck to turn back towards you, but I can't only able to softly mew for help as I see the room around me get brighter, and hear your footsteps get close.

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You lay me down in your tub, finally filled with hot water. My rope burned skin, heavily covered in bruises and cuts, some of which are clearly infected, winces against the hot water, though my tense and torn muscles feel the first relief they've had in what must be days. I'm hardly able to move without gasping in pain, my body broken and starved. "I- I can heal" I manage to whisper.

"Of course you can, it'll just take some time" You say, offering me assurance

"No" I say quickly, straining, coughing, regretting my excitement. "Magic" I get out in a strained whisper. "Food?" I ask in a tone that is undeniably a beg, despite my hoarse voice.

"Oh, of course, how could I forget" You say, abruptly running off into your kitchen to prepare a nourishing meal. You hadn't expected company, let alone a rescued catboy, and frankly you're not at all prepared for anything like this. Your home is made for 1 person living modestly, as is appropriate for a traveling witch/adventurer, and outside of merchants and brigands you generally don't end up talking to other humans (or, in this case, mostly human).

Why have I decided to take in a stray? I could have brought him to a town and made it someone else's problem, and I'd be in that bath right now having a very relaxing evening. You think to yourself as you diligently warm up a soup, knowing that something within you compelled you to take care of me, or maybe it was something about me that made you want to keep me.

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You limp through your door, slamming it behind you, and taking a few more steps before collapsing on your couch. "Mommy!" You hear me scream as I rapidly run down the stairs to greet you. I pause, stunned as I see you laying down, eyes closed, blood leaking through your fingers as you hold your hand to your stomach, the stab would you received earlier becoming far more painful as the adrenaline of battle wears off.

I run towards you even faster, practically falling over myself before I kneel beside you, rapidly unstrapping your armor like a formula one pit crew. "Mommy! Mommy! Are you okay????" I beg with clear panic in my voice. You grunt, at least telling me that your conscious. Speaking would hurt far too much. I quickly remove all of your heavy metal armor, and gently place my hands at the bottom of your shirt, slowly starting to lift up to reveal your wound. "Oh no!" I look away, somehow more squeamish about seeing you hurt than even you are. I build up the courage to bring my attention back to your wound, and pull up my bag of herbs. I take a few and chew on them a few times, allowing their natural healing properties to be complimented by the magic qualities of my saliva, allowing me to channel magic through them, and therefore provide a much stronger healing magic. I spit them back into my hand and rub them between my palms until they resemble a chunky paste. Moving slowly and delicately, far more than is necessary for a seasoned warrior such as yourself, I gingerly place the salve onto your open wound. There's a brief sting, and you wince, before the pain killing properties kick in, providing you with a sudden relief from the pain, an almost euphoric feeling. My eyes closed, head down, focusing my magic. Your wound becomes cleaned, and slowly starts to close. Within a few minutes, it's as if the wound was never there, and I collapse on the floor, though you get the impression that I'm exaggerating my strain.

"Good boy" You coo to me as you sit up on the couch. I pick myself up off the floor and crawl onto the couch next to you, placing my head on your lap as I curl up. "Good boy" you coo again, gently stroking my hair. My ears twitch lightly and I nuzzle my head into you. "I'll make us dinner while you bathe Mommy" I whisper. "But I wanna cuddle first, I miss you." I say as I tilt my head up towards you, my big kitty eyes staring into yours from down in your lap

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My eyes tighten shut as I grip the sheets underneath me, pulling them up and wrinkling them. My legs spread as wide as they can go, my hard cock pressed between your bare pussy and my tummy as you grind on me, teasing me, not letting me inside just yet. "Mommmmyyy!!!!" I let out a desperate whimper. You can tell from the pool of cum forming just below my belly button that I'm struggling not to explode. "Please Mommy! Please! I want to be inside you! Please!!!!!" I've been begging like this for 20 minutes now, each time getting more and more desperate. "I want to feel you Mommy! I want to be inside your wet and warm pussy Mommy! Your pussy is my happy place! Please Mommy, please fuck me Mommy, please fuck my kitty cock Mommy. Please please please PLEASSSSSEEEE IwanttocuminsideyouMommypleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease" I thrash my head around trying not to cum.

"Good boy" you say as you continue to move your hips. You move your hand to my face, stroking my cheek gently before sliding your thumb into my mouth. I immediately suck it diligently, licking and slobbering on it lovingly as a display of my obedience. "Look into my eyes, don't look away" you say as you rise off of my cock, using your free hand to line me up with your pussy. My cock is just as wet as you are, and I slide in easily. My eyes widening as I try to stare at you, fighting the urge to have my eyes roll back into my head. I whimper on your finger as you slide down on my cock. I start bucking up into you as you bounce on me, matching your rhythm, constantly moaning on your thumb trying to stop from screaming, and struggling to keep my eyes from rolling around my skull in pleasure.