My Milf System-Chapter 353. Fascination

Ravaine walked into the bathroom, eyes fixed on the floor. She was careful not to raise her head; the last thing she needed was to see the Queen naked with her man.

She had heard them moaning while she stood outside the door with Asher’s food, and it had gotten her all riled up. Now that she was inside, she hoped the fear and respect for her Queen would distract her from the disgraceful burning desire between her thighs, but she was wrong. The scent of sex fluids mixed with soap filled the air, attacking her nostrils.

For a raccoon, her nose was as sharp as a sword. She could tell from the mere scent of semen in the air that it hadn’t been long since the Queen and Asher had enjoyed some explosive orgasms.

As a royal guard, she tried her best to stay professional. She kneeled softly, putting the tray of food next to the bathtub without raising her head. But the soft fur between her thighs brushed together, sending a tingle through her sensitive body that almost made her squirm.

She held herself back, biting her lower lip. Taking a deep, silent breath, she muttered, "I’ve brought the food, my Queen."

She could hear Nyxa giggling as she looked at the tray. "Excellent. This looks great," she exclaimed, then looking at Asher, she added. "Come, master. Let’s eat."

’Master?’ Ravaine felt her throat go dry. The Queen was calling Asher her master? Why? Was it a joke, or she genuinely saw herself as beneath him? She dared not look up to see the expressions on their faces.

"Good looking food in front of good looking food," she heard Asher say, followed by the sound of a soft slap that splashed with the water in the tub.

The Queen let out a breathy, needy whimper. "Ohh... do that again."

Crack!

Ravaine squeezed her eyes shut.

Was he slapping her ass? The way the Queen squirmed and asked for more made Ravaine wonder if it actually felt nice to be slapped like that. Nobody had ever done that to her. She remained crouching, waiting to be dismissed; such was the life of a royal guard.

She heard Asher picking up the food—the meat she’d prepared with soft bread. She heard him chewing, followed by a gulp of the vintage wine from Stick&Lick Enterprises.

"I like my women aged, like my wine," Asher chuckled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Not a bunch of teenagers."

The Queen giggled. "What about me? Am I old enough?"

Before he could respond, Ravaine heard a smooching sound, followed by low muffled moans and small nibbling sounds, like he was kissing her neck. It only made her hotter. She felt a trickle of wetness form in her pants, sliding down to the floor. Between the armor she wore and the steam in the bathhouse, her heart was pounding while she began to sweat.

"When it comes to catgirls, your age confuse me," Asher said. "Tama told me she was only nine by the time l popped her cherry. You could be 15 for all I care. What matters is you’ve got great proportions."

Ravaine heard Nyxa suck in a gasp, like Asher had touched her somewhere sweet.

"I’m 16. Which is 32 in human years. Quite a milf, don’t you think?" she responded.

"Ah, most definitely," he said, flirting and kissing like they forgot Ravaine even existed.

Ravaine kept her eyes closed. ’I have to get out of here before this feeling between my thighs gets uncontrollable,’ she thought.

She had to get out, go masturbate or meditate—anything to calm down. If the Queen saw her like this, she’d face a death sentence for ogling her and her lover.

But time moved slow. She squeezed her thighs, aching for relief, but only got more teases from her own fur.

Finally, after an eternity, Nyxa slurped her lips and turned to her. "That was delicious. You can go now."

Relief flooded Ravaine, nearly as potent as the lust. She stood up, grabbed the tray, and walked slowly so she wouldn’t squeeze her thighs too tight and risk a moan from the friction.

The door was three steps away. Two steps... One step...

"... Ravaine, was it?"

She almost smashed the tray as Asher’s voice stopped her mid-stride. ’What the fuck do you want?’ she thought.

"Yes, sir," she said out loud.

"Come back here," Asher commanded.

"Yes, sir." She started those slow steps back—

"Hurry up!!"

She obliged and sped up, her thighs squelching with the wetness in her panties.

"Oh..." Her eyes widened when that moaning sound came out her mouth unintentionally. She bit her lip hard, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment as she lowered her gaze.

Asher smirked, watching her tremble. "I noticed you’re sweating," he said.

"It’s just the steam," Ravaine said, her voice cracking.

"I see. Then take off your armor."

She blinked. "Huh?" She looked up and caught a glimpse of him—broad shoulders, manly chest. She hated how much she noticed before ducking her head again.

"He said take off your armor!" the Queen snapped.

Ravaine obliged, stripping off the metal and leather layers.

"And your shorts too," Asher added.

Her pulse quickened. After removing them, she was left in a metal-and-leather bra that barely held her furry breasts, connected to an iron collar. The bottom was just an iron belt with two strips of fabric that barely covered anything.

She just hoped and prayed they wouldn’t notice the little trickles of wetness between her thighs as she snapped them close together.

Asher’s eyes widened at the sight of her. Her legs were strong and covered in smoky grey fur that deepened at her outer thighs. On her hips, the fur thickened, but on her breasts, it stopped, revealing smooth caramel-toned skin.

"I-I’m really sorry for this filthy sight, I haven’t shaved—"

"Can you... take off the rest?" Asher asked, excited as a kid in a candy shop.

Ravaine almost felt her soul leave her. How far was he intending to give her this kind of humiliation?

She swallowed hard.

What will happen if she were to take off her panties and they immediately see the wetness of her pussy, and her swelling labia? The Queen will get her executed for real!

Meanwhile, Nyxa noticed Asher’s fascination at Ravaine and felt a pang of jealousy. Most men despised raccoon beastkin for being "hairy," but he was staring at her like a prize. She looked down and saw his cock straining and throbbing beneath the water. She grasped it, stroking him with a smirk as Ravaine began to strip.

Ravaine unclipped her bra, letting it fall. Her breasts were covered in thin grey fur that didn’t hide their shape or her dark, erect nipples.

As her hands reached for her undies, Asher felt the blood rush through his body with excitement.

Tbc.