Chapter 23:
Much Needed Therapy
For some reason Ophelia had asked to be alone with Erica so Nameless and Milly sat on the porch the following morning, enjoying the sunrise.
Inside the cottage the pair was on one of the loveseats. Erica was curled up with her head in Ophelia’s lap as she scratched at her furry ears; the Katje’s purr a steady buzz in the morning atmosphere.
“I wanted to talk to you about last night Erica. I can’t help but feel like you are trying to compensate for something when you were intimate with us.” Ophelia’s tone was soft.
“Mmmmm…” Erica was blessed-out from the ear scratching.
“You’ve been hurt dearheart.” It wasn’t a question; “I wanted to tell you that you can talk to me if you like, I know that you and Milly are really close, and we both know how sweet she is, so it might be hard for you to tell her about the more difficult things you’ve been through.”
Erica’s purr faltered as she turned her head in the Flutterby’s lap, her eyes welling up at the loving tone in Ophelia’s voice.
“Th-that’s okay, I’m tough so I’ll be fine.”
“You were raped.” Ophelia stated, again not a question, her voice still so very soft.
“N-no! It wasn’t like that! I was in heat so-”
“And men took advantage of that, I’m so sorry dearheart, but when you are unable to refuse that is called rape.”
Erica sobbed a bit at that, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to regain control, she sat up only to be pulled into Ophelia’s arms.
“Shhh, my dear kitty, there is an edge to you that the others do not see, at least not as clearly as I do. The world has trampled on you, life has been unforgivably cruel. I won’t force you to go into it, not ever. I just wanted to take this time to tell you that I am here for you if you ever want to talk about it. Just please remember it often takes far more strength to be soft then it does to be hard.”
Erica sobbed again, she desperately clutched at Ophelia as her tears began to flow along with her words.
“It was, I-I was… I was a whore! I let them… inside me and on me and in me-” She was beginning to babble as she broke down.
“No you were not. I have met whores before, whores get paid. You were a slave. And we both know that you weren’t able to ‘let’ anyone do anything.”
She rubbed at the miserable cat’s back as she cried her heart out, their heads on each other’s shoulders.
“I d-don’t know how much he remembers from when he was in my mind. I am so afraid that if I t-told him, if he knew everything, he wouldn’t be attracted to me, that he would be disgusted by me, because I am disgusting! The things I’ve done. Men have taken me in every way that a woman can be taken! My pussy, my mouth, my a-ass, even my e-ears!”
Ophelia stroked her flattened ears as she wailed.
Erica was beginning to hyperventilate as her memories came flooding back, her skin crawled as she remembered every slimy touch of every vile encounter.
There was an abrupt crack, and the shocked Katje caught her breath as she pressed one hand to the slightly red handprint on her cheek.
Ophelia had slapped her.
“I’m sorry dearheart, but you were going to make yourself pass out. May I say something now?”
Shocked, Erica nodded.
“Do you think that I am disgusting? Or Milly for that matter?”
“N-no, of course not!”
“But we’ve been with you, and we enjoyed it dearly. Surly since you are so filthy we too must be unclean as well.”
“No you aren’t! It’s like you said: Milly is the sweetest girl in the world! And you have been so kind to us!”
“Thank you dear, but let me ask you something else. You say men have used every part of you, you can remember their touch, the feel of their seed on you?”
Erica shuddered and nodded again.
Abruptly Ophelia leaned in and licked her from her lips to her eyebrow.
“You show me everywhere that they made you unclean, made you think that you were unclean, and I will lick it all away, because you are not dirty!” Her voice was intense and her violet eyes firm.
Erica swallowed, aroused now, the wet trail that Ophelia had left on her face relieved the crawling sensation that was all over her skin.
Silently she pointed to her cheek, and Ophelia responded quickly, lathing her tongue across her face again as the cat shuddered in pleasure.
“H-how are you doing that?”
Ophelia’s voice was a breathy whisper as she responded.
“Quiet simply dearheart, you are a Katje, social grooming is part of your instincts. You know this better than anyone. You have more than once groomed your bond-sister and your bond-mate, and now I fully intend to groom every inch of you, so that you can let go of who you were forced to be, and focus instead on who you are.”
“Wh-who I am?
“Yes…” Ophelia had moved down to her neck now, her tongue leaving wet trails behind it everywhere it went.
“But I don’t know who I am…” Erica eyes fluttered closed, she felt her arousal peak at the other girl’s affections.
She lay back into the loveseat as Ophelia climbed on top of her, spreading her wings over them.
“You do, you just forget sometimes and need us to remind you.”
Another lick.
“Who… ah… who am I?”
Ophelia punctuated her answering words with healthy licks.
“You are… a good… kitty.”
After that she pulled off Erica’s shirt and dragged her moist tongue across her upper body, leaving one long wet trail from the hem of her panties, up between her breasts and ending in a sucking kiss to the notch between her collar bones.
Erica’s tanned skin glistened in the early morning light from her ardent partner’s affections and her dark nipples were stiffly aroused pebbles.
“Now I want you to say it…”
Erica took a moment to gather herself before she responded.
“I-I am a good kitty!”
“Good, now say ‘I am not dirty’. And I need you to believe it when you say it.” Ophelia twirled her tongue over the flesh of Erica’s pert breast, ending in another sucking kiss to her rich brown areola.
“I… I am… I am not dirty…”
“Louder kitty, let the world know.”
Erica swallowed as Ophelia moved lower, her tongue dipping into the Katje’s belly button.
“I am not… I am not dirty!”
Ophelia pulled herself back up and rewarded her words with a deep and passionate kiss full on the mouth. She sucked the trembling cat’s lower lip between her teeth and nibbled on it delicately as her tongue stroked it from within.
She released it as she felt Erica’s tongue seeking her own and surprised the girl by sucking as hard as she could, drawing her rough tongue into her mouth and bobbing her head gently on it.
It felt incredible and Erica couldn’t help but purr deeply in her throat.
After several intense tongue-sucking seconds Ophelia relinquished her hold, and then adjusted herself to deliver a loving peck to the tip of Erica’s nose.
There was a pregnant pause before Ophelia asked, voice wry.
“Your ears, really?”
“Yeah.” Erica managed a chuckle; the pain was gone from her voice.
Heat was in her gaze as she breathed in Ophelia’s gentle flowery scent; her world was surrounded by the Flutterby’s glorious wings, outstretched over them still.
“Tell me something dearheart.”
“Anything, sister…” Ophelia paused for a moment, overcome with emotion at the simple word.
“Thank you.” She whispered; “I was worried, I mean... you and Milly are so close…”
Erica took her turn to comfort the other girl, dragging her smooth tongue across her face.
“You are my sister now, and not just because of the bond. What you just did for me, I won’t ever forget it.”
A few tears dripped off of Ophelia’s face as she looked at the girl below her.
“Thank you.” She repeated.
“You wanted to ask me something?”
Erica was nuzzling her face into Ophelia’s neck now and the butterfly girl was distracted.
“I did? Oh… yes, I did…” She ran her tongue into Erica’s ear, the downy white fur offering a pleasant surface for her affections; “I’m just curious now… you like to make a mess, to get our bond-mate’s cum all over you, all over us… why?”
Erica chuckled again.
“I often forget that you others don’t have my sense of smell… his scent, no doubt it drives you two wild as well, but it lingers for me, especially when he marks us. I can almost taste it on you from last night…” She took Ophelia’s face in her hands and licked her several times before she stopped and shuddered; “It is exquisite.”
Ophelia regarded her for a long time, their eyes locked together.
“He won’t ever abandon you, not ever, no matter what was done to you in the past, and I suspect he has some inkling of it. He would sooner give up a limb.”
“I know, when I first bonded, I was so happy, but at the same time so… unsteady. Thank you for reminding me who I am, for making me tell you... no, that’s not right; for letting me tell you.” Erica voice was much steadier now, while the moist lips between her legs begging for attention; “And now there is something I would like to do with you, if you are willing to try it. Something Milly and I were never able to because she’s so damn tall!”
Her smile was coy and her hands had pulled up the hem of Ophelia’s gown and were kneading the delicious globes of her ass.
“A-anything, I would do anything for you, sister-of-my-heart.” Ophelia’s voice faltered from the intimate contact.
Erica’s smile turned downright predatory.
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Ophelia and Erica had been inside for some time, and Nameless had sensed some of the pain that they felt.
He had personal experience with Ophelia’s tender care so he didn’t want to intrude, but the morning was progressing and they had things to do. So he and Milly entered the cottage again and were greeted by an incredible sight.
Ophelia was sitting on Erica’s face while her own was buried between the Katje’s legs. They were tonguing and fingering each other energetically, apparently just achieving release when they had walked in.
“Oh! Ah! Kitty, he’s watching us!” Ophelia managed to cry out around Erica’s clit, as she ground her own pelvis into the Katje’s tongue.
“Let him watch! Let him watch as his good kitty gets off with his naughty butterfly!”
The stunned Nameless felt pressure against his groin and looked down to see Milly wordlessly working his cock out of his pants.
“Milly, what are you doing?” He turned to look at her beside him.
“Oh Master, like you could see something like that and not need release!”
It was a long time before they got around to milking the cow.
The morning play time ended eventually, but they really had little to do that day except for bring the milk to market and Nameless was supposed to meet with lady Essig in the afternoon, so they had several hours to kill.
Joe was taking the day off. He had muttered something about an anniversary the day before, he and his wife seemed to be getting along a lot better.
They were about to leave the cottage when Miranda and her girls showed up on the porch.
He wasn’t sure where they were staying now, what with Sadie and Xalanth having taken over Paul’s guestroom, though he had a sneaking suspicion it wasn’t far from him.
“Hey kid. Just wanted to check and see how well you’ve been adjusting.”
“Oh, I’m alright.”
Jan poked her head in the cottage, gave a sniff and then pulled her head out with a disgusted look on her face.
“Urgh, it smells like dirty cat sex in there.”
Ophelia blushed and Erica gave a short hiss, fortunately Miranda stepped in.
“Jan, be nice.”
“I’m always nice!” The Wolfen said with crossed arms.
Kala laughed at that.
“Sister, you are the most mischievous wolf I have ever met!”
Jan stuck her long tongue out at her.
“Anyways, you lot have all had a helluva week, so I wanted to make sure you hadn’t all come unglued.” Miranda continued, ignoring the bickering girls.
“We’re fine, thank you Miranda. Master is taking very good care of us all.” Milly said sweetly.
Miranda snorted.
“I’ll bet. You know, when this kid saw me naked I thought he was gunna die of embarrassment, now he’s having kinky sexcapades with three girls! You’ve grown a lot in a few short days.”
Nameless suddenly found himself beet red and under the accusing gaze of several sets of eyes.
His own girls were agitated to be sure, but Kala’s brow furrowed in irritation and Jez looked scandalized.
“Was he peeping on you Mistress? I heard rapists like to do that!”
“Hmmm, perhaps I was too quick to spare his life...”
Jan smiled while Miranda groaned and Nameless tried to explain.
“N-no, it was at the bathhouse-”
“You were peeping on her in the bath?!” Jez shook her head from side to side in condemnation.
“Such a bold admission! Were I not sworn to safeguard your union to this cat girl I would surely take your life!” The Amazon flexed her grip on her spear threateningly.
Ophelia watched the whole thing with a puzzled look on her face.
“I have known you your whole life and you never once peeped on me while I was in the bath.” The Fluttterby uncharacteristically pouted.
“Wait, we were in the bath together, when did you peep on Miranda?” Milly looked bemused as she calmly put herself between him and the Amazon.
Jan was laughing now: as deliberately impish as she could be, her bond-mate had created this whole drama by accident!
“I don’t get it, why would you peep on this old lady when you had Milly with you?” Erica asked, genuinely puzzled.
Jan’s laughter abruptly cut out as she growled low at the Katje’s seemingly unintentional insult.
“STOP! Girls please! Jan was there too!” Miranda cut in.
The frog girl was thunderstruck.
“He peeped on you both!?”
“AH! What a villain! Surely I must break my oath now!”
The high drama was interrupted however when Paul strolled through the field looking for Miranda.
“Hey Aegis, you mind explaining to my why I got an entire Amazon war-party camped in my barley field?” He was somewhat perturbed, even the former adventurer was wise to be cautious of the Amazons.
“Ah, dammit, sorry Paul, I forgot to mention they were coming! Kid, you better come along, Lady Essig will need your help.”
Confused, but glad of the interruption to the downfall of his good name, Nameless followed.