Neko felt primal instinct slowly taking the reins from his human frustration. Since his words had turned into feline sounds and Lilith treated him like a piece of interior decor, he had to become exactly what she took him for - a real household pet seeking attention.
Slowly, almost soundlessly, he slid off his luxury pillow. His hands touched the floor and his high heels thudded dully as he moved toward the Queen's bare legs.
Neko drew close to her right calf. He closed his eyes and, with a slow, fluid motion, began to rub his cheek against her smooth skin. He caught Lilith's scent - a blend of luxury perfume and something predatory that made his heart beat faster. His soft, pink ears brushed her leg every so often, sending a thrill of arousal through him.
Lilith, though her pen never stopped tracing signs on the parchment, reacted minimally. Her pupils dilated, and the corner of her mouth lifted in an almost imperceptible, malicious smile.
Finally... she thought with satisfaction. Finally, my kitten figured out how he should behave. Did he think simple meowing would be enough? No, a pet must earn its Mistress's touch.
Despite this inner joy, Lilith remained unmoved. She didn't look down or stop working, as if Neko's touch were merely an annoying fly.
Neko, seeing the total lack of reaction from his Mistress, felt a new wave of determination mixed with an instinctive need for closeness. Since simple rubbing brought no results, he decided to go all in and fully utilize his new feline nature, which was seizing control over him with every heartbeat.
A deep, vibrating sound began to emanate from his chest - a low, rhythmic purr that had nothing of a human voice in it. The vibration was so strong that Neko felt it in his whole body, and when he pressed against Lilith's leg again, the resonance transferred directly to her skin, carrying a soothing yet attention-demanding warmth.
At the same time, his long, supple tail came to life like a predatory vine. It began to slowly and tightly wrap around Lilith's ankle, climbing steadily toward her knee. The tip of the tail, incredibly sensitive and responding to every pulse of desire, delicately tickled the demoness's skin, exploring every inch of her thigh with almost surgical precision.
Neko didn't stop there; he began to rhythmically move his head up and down, making his soft pink ears "scratch" Lilith's calf repeatedly, mimicking the classic behavior of a house cat begging for attention or a treat.
"Meow... meowwww..." he murmured softly, and in that sound, despite the magic barrier of the necklace, there was a clear, pleading request for even a single glance.
Neko's voice became soft and unnaturally sweet, and he himself, almost completely forgetting his human dignity, fixed his gaze on the hem of Lilith's skirt, hoping these feline advances would finally crack her icy armor of indifference.
Every movement was now calculated to provoke a reaction, and the scent of Lilith emanating from her bare legs made Neko's purring grow louder and more persistent.
Just as a wave of genuine dejection began to dampen Neko's frantic purring, a subtle but momentous change occurred above his head.
Lilith, still feigning absorption in her reports, slowly and calculatedly spread her knees, drastically changing the view before the boy's eyes. From his perspective, the hem of the black mini-skirt rose high enough to reveal the tempting glow of the alabaster, soft skin of her inner thighs, radiating an overpowering heat.
Neko's eyes widened instantly, his pupils nearly eclipsing his irises. The scent of her dominance and the heat of her body hit him like a physical blast, waking an instinct no necklace or training could fully suppress.
A greedy, almost maniacal meow escaped the boy's throat, and he launched himself forward from the velvet pillow with the desperate intent to sink his tongue into that divine skin.
He was millimeters from the target when he slammed into an impenetrable barrier. It wasn't invisible - it was Lilith's left hand.
Without looking away from the parchment, the Queen dropped her arm with the precision of an executioner and dug her fingers into his pink hair, grabbing his scalp with a force that instantly paralyzed him in place. Her dark nails lightly grazed his neck, a sharp reminder of who held the leash.
"Not so fast, kitten," her voice drifted down, cool and indifferent as a winter breeze, providing a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from her crotch.
She didn't let go of his head; instead, with murderous slowness, she directed his face to the left, pressing Neko's cheek against the soft skin of her thigh.
"You haven't earned that yet. For now, you will focus on my inner thighs. Start slowly, gently. I want to feel long, careful strokes."
Neko, breathing shallow and fast, obediently nodded under her hand. Disappointment vanished instantly, replaced by a feverish excitement that made blood thunder in his ears.
He shifted his weight, digging his knees into the soft rug and bracing his arms against her chair for stability. He found himself perfectly situated between her parted legs - a devoted worshiper kneeling before the altar of her power.
He opened his mouth, and the remnants of the green star on his tongue pulsed, sending a wave of enhanced sensitivity and superhuman endurance to every fiber of his "feline" tongue.
He started with the left thigh. First contact was almost timid - the tip of his tongue, now slightly rough thanks to the treat's magic, brushed the heated skin. Slowly, following the command, he pressed his entire tongue against her body.
Lilith's skin was impossibly smooth, smelling of luxury and radiating a feverish temperature that seemed to melt Neko's remaining reason. He began the slow journey upward. He moved his wet tongue from the knee area, tracing a straight, moist path along the delicate skin marked by faint veins.
The magic of the star made every sensation incredibly intense for him. He focused on the texture - the smoothness of silk against the roughness of his tongue. As he approached the edge of the skirt, his caresses became even slower, lingering on the most sensitive points.
Neko felt his saliva, enhanced by the magical elixir, pool on Lilith's skin before drying under the influence of his hot breath.
"Meowwww..." he purred low as he moved to the other leg, his tail lashing the air behind him in a frantic rhythm, reflecting the care and devotion with which he licked his Mistress.
Neko worked with almost religious devotion, moving his tongue over Lilith's smooth skin. His movements became more confident as he returned to the first thigh, licking it a bit lower this time before shifting his attention to the right side.
After several such repetitions, the Queen's legs shimmered with moisture. Neko's face was also slightly wet - his own saliva covered his cheeks and chin, giving him the look of a predator that has just finished a feast but remains insatiable.
Suddenly, Neko let out a quiet, prolonged meow and slid his tongue as close to her crotch as he dared, without touching the actual essence of her femininity. He stopped there, his hot breath fanning Lilith's most sensitive spot.
Lilith stopped writing. She set down the pen, and her hands slowly slid under the desk.
"Do you want to lick my pussy now, kitten?" she asked in a voice so low and dripping with desire that Neko felt his heart leap into his throat.
In response, Neko desperately licked her thigh near the edge of her skirt twice and let out a short, affirmative meow.
"Meow!"
Lilith smiled maliciously, sadism sparking in her golden eyes.
"And do you think you've earned it?" she asked, arching a brow.
Neko, carried by pride in his work so far, licked her other thigh with as much care as if his life depended on it, then raised his head and meowed with clear confidence.
"Meow, meow!"
Then a smile appeared on Lilith's face - one that, had Neko seen it, would have sent cold shivers down his spine. It wasn't a smile of reward; it was the smile of a tormentor who had just found a new way to harry her prey.
She gripped his face in both hands, holding him firmly by the cheeks, and positioned him perfectly before her crotch. Neko felt the hit of the heat and the intense scent of his Mistress. He was so close that he could see every tremor of her skin.
"Stick out your tongue," Lilith commanded, holding him at a certain distance from herself.
Neko obediently extended his tongue, ready for the final caress, but... his heart stopped. He was a few centimeters short. He tried to move his head closer, but Lilith's grip was like a vice. The Queen held him at a rigid distance, preventing any forward movement.
"Meow?! Meowwww!" he meowed piteously, trying to inform her of his problem.
Lilith leaned in slightly, her malicious whisper filling the space under the desk.
"Well, what is it, kitten? You wanted this so badly, and now you're just staring? You have your chance, what are you waiting for?" she mocked, her fingers tightening even further on his face. "Go on, quickly, before I change my mind and send you back to your pillow."
Neko, terrified of losing the chance, began desperately flicking his tongue in the air, feeling only the hot vapors of her body. He was just centimeters from the target, trapped in a perfectly calculated torture, while Lilith watched his struggle with pure, perverse satisfaction.