The moon was already climbing above the treetops when the village settled after the banquet. The bonfires burned low, releasing sparks that drifted like dying fireflies. The air still carried the scent of roasted meat, starflower herbs, and lingering laughter, but beneath it all pulsed the heavy musk of the pack: sweat, marking oil, and contained desire.
Nia rose with feline grace, her white tail swaying slowly. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and playful cruelty. She approached one of Sylva's former warriors—a catgirl with short hazelnut ears named Lyss, lean but muscled body, her pride still bruised from the oil ritual. Lyss sat at the edge of the circle, knees drawn up, trying to disappear.
"Come," Nia said in a soft voice that allowed no refusal. "I'm going to teach you something every cat in this pack needs to know."
Lyss lifted her gaze, ears trembling. She didn't move until Nia extended her hand and gripped her wrist. She pulled her up effortlessly and led her to where Kai still sat on the high pile of furs, legs spread, bare torso glistening with the day's sweat and firelight.
Kai said nothing. He only watched, cock already half-hard beneath the thin fabric of his pants, the bulge obvious.
Nia pushed Lyss to her knees in front of him.
"First lesson," Nia announced loudly, so everyone nearby could hear. "A good cat knows how to smell her master properly. Not from a distance. Up close. Very close."
Lyss swallowed. Her pupils dilated slightly, already shifting into thin slits.
Nia gripped the back of Lyss's neck with firm fingers and brought her face to Kai's neck.
"Sniff," she ordered. "Deep. And tell me out loud what you feel."
Lyss hesitated for a second. Then she pressed her nose to the warm skin of Kai's neck. She inhaled slowly. The scent hit her: clean male sweat, potent musk, a trace of woodsmoke, and something darker, more animal, that tickled low in her belly.
"It's… warm," she murmured, voice shaky. "Strong. It… it makes my heart race."
Nia smiled. She tugged gently on Lyss's neck, forcing her head lower until her face reached Kai's left armpit.
"Again. Deeper."
Lyss obeyed. The skin there was hotter, more concentrated. The scent was rawer: salty, masculine, with a musky undertone that drew an involuntary purr from her chest, low and broken, escaping without permission.
"Salty… intense," she gasped. "It… it makes me dizzy. I want… I want to lick."
Several nearby catgirls purred in amusement. Lira, pressed against Kai's thigh, let out a soft giggle.
Nia didn't stop. She guided Lyss's head even lower until her nose hovered inches from the taut fabric covering Kai's crotch. The bulge was unmistakable, the thick, veined shape outlined clearly. Heat radiated from it like a furnace.
"Sniff," Nia whispered into Lyss's ear. "And describe exactly what you feel. No lies."
Lyss closed her eyes. She inhaled deeply.
The scent crashed over her like a wave: thick musk, dried semen from previous nights mixed with fresh pre-cum, concentrated male sweat, a metallic and animal edge that made her thighs clench instinctively. Her pussy clenched on nothing, a hot thread dripping down the inside of her thigh.
"It's… overwhelming," she stammered, voice cracking. "Hot… heavy… it smells like… like power. Like sex. It… it makes me wet. It hurts… down here. I want… I want more."
Her tail thrashed uncontrollably, brushing the ground. Her pupils were now perfect hearts, beating fast and desperate. She trembled all over, knees weak, nipples hard as pebbles pressing against her oiled skin. A deep, continuous purr vibrated in her chest, impossible to stop.
Nia released her neck and stepped back, satisfied.
"Look at her," she said aloud, pointing at Lyss. "Not a single finger has touched her and she's already dripping like a cat in heat. That's how you smell your master properly."
Lyss remained on her knees, panting, face flushed to her ears, juices dripping slowly down her inner thighs to form a small puddle in the dirt. She didn't dare move. She only trembled, heart-shaped pupils pulsing without control, her body betraying her in front of the entire village.
Kai looked at her for one more second. Then he reached out and stroked her ear with two fingers.
"Good girl," he murmured hoarsely. "Tomorrow you'll learn to taste."
Lyss let out a muffled moan, another hot spurt escaping between her legs.
And in the shadows, Vira watched from the edge, teeth clenched, tail still.
This lesson wasn't just for Lyss.
It was for all of them.
(To be continued in Chapter 60…)