Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

After Rainier left to go riding with his family, Felix sat in the sitting room with his kitty stuff on. The doors to the antechamber and sitting room were cracked open so Inky could come and go as he pleased. The cat was sitting on the floor a few feet away while he cleaned his face.

Earlier, Rainier had a snack prepared for Felix in case he got hungry, and Rainier said he only had to ask if he ever wanted something beyond his regular meals. Felix could have anything he liked as long as the kitchen had it.

Inky had his own little bowls for food and water in the antechamber under the side table, but he seemed to decide that Felix’s looked more interesting since he ambled over to sniff. He backed away from the fruit and cheese cubes and wasn’t interested.

Felix wanted to try some of the cheese so he crawled over and had to eat it with his mouth like a pet since he couldn’t pick up anything with his paws.

Inky tilted his head and probably thought his owner’s new friend was strange. Or maybe he was used to it since he’d probably seen other men crawling around while dressed like a cat.

Felix sat, and Inky eyed his tail when the end moved. His pupils grew enormous like he wanted to pounce.

“Uh-huh.” Felix took a nearby bell ball and tossed it to distract him. Once Inky chased after it, he thought.

Rainier hadn’t given him any specific instructions on what to do this afternoon. The food and water in bowls on the floor were a clear indication that Felix was to eat and drink like an animal. Beyond that, he was free to practice how he wanted. He decided he wouldn’t even speak to Inky so he could work on being quiet. He was pretty sure the cat wouldn’t mind.

The pads on his knees were thick, so crawling wasn’t uncomfortable. He went into the bedroom and peeked under the bed. Cats liked to hide, and he was able to fit underneath. The bedskirt hung down and didn’t touch the floor, and he had an inch of space to look through. Inky wandered in with both of his tails flicking, and Felix poked the end of his paw out to wiggle it.

The cat instantly spotted the pink, and when Felix moved it a bit, Inky lowered his upper body to the floor, and his pupils grew. He wiggled his rear and lunged forward. Felix hastily drew back his paw just in time, and he giggled as the cat joined him under the bed.

A couple of boxes took up quite a bit of space, but when he crawled around to the head of the bed, he found a gap that he could squeeze through, and he had enough space between the boxes. It was darker too, and he didn’t feel like being under the bed anymore. Once he crawled out, Inky stayed behind.

In the sitting room once more, he batted around a bell ball. It was easier if he didn’t smack it too hard and send it flying across the room because then he spent more time crawling after it. No matter how much he practiced, he wouldn’t be able to crawl as fast as an actual cat can run. The bell on his collar merrily tinkled whenever he moved around.

He could also pick up the ball with his teeth. It was made of stiff wire, and the bell rattled inside. Rainier said he had single feathers and some on sticks, but Inky tended to rip them apart in about ten minutes if left unattended, so those were in a drawer. A stick with a string and a fake soft mouse at the end had been placed on a bookshelf. The end of the stick was trapped under a few heavy books, and the toy dangled down.

Felix batted it to make it swing before he laid on his back under the mouse to swat some more. Playing with the cat stuff was kind of boring on its own, but he thought of how much the Prince would like this.

This wasn’t for Felix’s enjoyment so much. The cat act made the Prince happy, and from that, Felix would get his pleasure.

Some stuff he’d done at the whorehouse had been rather tame. One customer who had returned a few times liked drawing all over Felix with special ink and a quill with a dull nib. The designs had been mostly swirls, squiggles, and occasionally a few happy faces. Being drawn on wasn’t that exciting by itself, but the customer was so aroused by it, Felix had started to enjoy it too in a way because he liked pleasing others.

Seeing their excitement and arousal helped him. Rainier wasn’t around now which would make it easier for him to take pleasure in this, but he told himself that he should be grateful to practice.

It would also be easier if he was physically aroused, so he rubbed the flat of a paw against his cock while he imagined having Rainier’s shaft in his mouth. He also fantasized about licking the balls on the piercings and teasing the underside with his tongue.

It wasn’t long before his cock was hard, and he stopped rubbing himself since he certainly wasn’t going to cum without the Prince’s permission. Besides, he’d rather cum on the Prince’s cock.

He messed with the ring a bit and flexed his hips at the extra sensation. Fuck. He hoped Rainier didn’t stay out too long.

He figured sweet cats are also rather self-serving to some extent since they’re certainly not mindless creatures that only do what their owner says. They like to do what they want, and while Felix intended to be good, he could also show some self-direction and desire.

And hopefully, he’d please the Prince as he grew better.

He spent time swatting at the toy before he practiced the stretch he’d seen Oliver do. Cats also scratched at stuff, but Felix wasn’t about to attempt to tear up the drapes. The paws didn’t have nails anyway. He braced them together on the doorway, stretched, and pretended to scratch on the wood. Inky came into the hall from the bedroom and pretty much ignored him as he headed for the main door.

Felix rushed to get a bell ball to swat which lured the cat to play. Inky wasn’t very good at hitting the ball back to him since he simply played with the toy to amuse himself. Felix watched how he went after it and moved. Sometimes, he flopped on his side to kick the ball. When Felix approached, Inky got up to rub on his arm and flick his tails before he finally went for the door again.

Felix poked the ball to make it tink, but the cat ignored him that time and slipped out.

Cats also like to be lazy, so Felix went on the cushion for a bit to rest. Occasionally, he rubbed at his cock to keep it hard while he let his mind wander.

Maybe if Felix was very good, he wouldn’t be permitted an orgasm until tonight, but perhaps he could use his mouth to please the Prince when he returned.

Cats nap a lot, but he wasn’t going to have a snooze especially since he wanted to remain awake and show his eagerness. He got off the cushion to play with a squishy ball, and it took a while, but he finally heard footsteps in the antechamber. He gave his half-hard cock a good rubbing before he went to one side of the couch to peek around it.

Rainier came in with his riding cloak over one arm and the usual strain was around his eyes, but his face immediately softened when he saw Felix looking at him.

“There’s my little Kitten.” Rainier crouched and held out his hand as he made kissy noises.

Felix hurried over to have his head scratched near the ears on his headband, and he rubbed on the Prince’s knee. When Rainier stroked his back and his hand slid toward Felix’s ass, he arched and stuck up his rear.

“Kitten’s excited.”

Felix made a little noise as the slim cool fingers cupped his sack, and he leaned against the Prince when his cock was gripped.

“I love seeing my Kitten all excited. You’re not getting off until tonight, so don’t get ideas.”

Felix got on the floor so he could roll over and curl his paws by his face. Rainier told him how cute he was and that he was being a good boy as he stroked his stomach. With his hand planted on Felix’s tummy, he gave him a lick on the side of his cock.

Felix’s breathing picked up as he watched the tip of the Rainier’s tongue near the top. Fuck, yes. The Prince lapped and teased the ring before he wrapped his lips around the head. The firm hand on his stomach said he better stay still, and he struggled to not work his hips as the Prince sucked and drew him in inch by inch.

He made a faint noise as he stared at the Prince’s hollowed cheeks as he took him to the root before he slowly drew back and popped the head.

“You’re being very good by not talking and being so compliant,” said Rainier.

Felix moved to pat the bulge in his trousers. He’d forgo his own pleasure if he could suck him off.

“I need a bath, Kitten,” said Rainier. “It grew quite humid out there, and there might be a storm coming. As for you, I want to try something."

Felix followed him to the bedroom and kneeled by the side of the bed when the Prince pointed to a spot.

“Put your paws behind your head,” Rainier commanded. “You’ll stay in position until I‘m done bathing and release you.”

Felix was good at holding still if needed. Even though no ropes or chains were used, it was still a form of bondage to make someone remain in place with a command.

He listened to the splashing noises in the bathing room as he remained upright with his paws behind his head.

He hadn’t moved when Rainier finally emerged with a drying sheet around his hips and his damp, messy hair dangling down. Some strands had stuck to his shoulders and chest, and his gold eyes focused on Felix.

“You can move now, Kitten, but stay there."

“Meow.” Felix leaned forward to nudge at the Prince’s obvious erection.

“Do you want a taste?” Rainier let the drying sheet slip off as he cupped Felix’s face.

Felix leaned forward a little to lap at the end. He caught a drip of pre-cum, and his own cock throbbed. Rainier stepped closer.

“You can have a taste for being good, Kitten.”

Fuck, yes, Felix wanted it. He took the head in his mouth, found the first piercing on the underside of the shaft, and teased it with his tongue. Rainier’s hand was suddenly on the back of his neck, and Felix allowed more to slide in. The metal balls on each side of the bars were smooth, and Rainier’s hand tightened as he played with each pair.

Felix relaxed his throat to allow the head in, and he lapped at the base the best he could.

“That’s enough, Kitten,” Rainier said in a strained tone.

Felix let some slide out and whimpered.

“As much as I’d love to cum in your mouth now, I’d rather save it for later.”

Felix licked at each piercing again before he fully withdrew to give Rainier a pouty look.

“It’ll be better for both of us if we wait.” Rainier kneeled and cupped his face. “You can relax now. Did you like practicing?”

“Yeah, and I watched Inky to see how he acts.” Felix flung his arms around the Prince’s neck to hug him. “I want to please you.”

Rainier wrapped his arms around him. “Oh, you’re sweet, but remember, I want you to enjoy yourself too.”

“I am.” Felix kissed his bare shoulder.

***

Felix had finished eating dinner and was sitting on the couch with a book when he heard a low rumble of thunder in the distance. Inky, who had been sprawled out on the floor, suddenly perked up with alarm on his face.

“It’s fine, Inky. It’s just a storm.”

The cat stood and cocked his ears. Felix got off the couch and scooped up Inky to take him into the bedroom. Cats liked to hide when they were scared, so maybe he’d like someone to stay with him and make him a safe spot.

He lifted up the blanket on the bed to make a gap and set the cat on the mattress. Inky looked at the space and tilted his head before he inched under. Felix let him go far enough before he crawled under the blanket too. His bigger body made a space, and the cat settled by his shoulder to purr.

“I’m not scared of thunder, but I’ll stay with you,” said Felix. “You know, I wanted a cat when I was a kid, but Mum said they leave cat hair everywhere, and we were too poor anyway for a long time, so I gave up.”

Thunder crashed again, and it was much closer that time. Inky huddled by him, and Felix rubbed his chin to soothe him. He hadn’t bothered to ask Mother for a pet even when things were better or when they came to the fairy realm.

“Won’t she be surprised when I write again?” asked Felix. Of course, Inky didn’t reply.

Mother knew what he did for a living, and she didn’t seem to mind since she’d gotten used to this realm. Obviously, he wouldn’t give her details and say that he’d be acting like a kitten while fucking the Crown Prince for six months, but he’d have to tell her to direct her letters here so Tab didn’t have to send them over.

Thankfully, his stockpile of money for them would be even larger just in case. Being poor and hungry wasn’t something he’d ever forgotten.

He still remembered when he was six, and he’d heard her talking with Grandma about how they were going to make rent. She’d sat at the kitchen table and cried after he asked her if she wanted him to eat less to save money.

As long as he kept working and saving, he could keep down his anxiety about them going without.

And right now, Inky was soothed since he had someone while the thunder growled overhead.