Seeing my choice, Lilith gave a casual flick of her fingers.

  The two items that had made my stomach turn only a moment ago simply dissolved into thin air as her ring fred with an intense violet light. I stared, mesmerized. Even through my terror, I couldn’t stop thinking about how truly magical this world was.

  If something like this had existed in my old world, daily chores would have been a breeze...

  My world? Suddenly, a strange surge of excitement hit me, as if that one thought might finally click something into pce in my head. But before I could drag a single concrete image out of the darkness, I smmed right into that same goddamn bck wall. I couldn't break through. I let out a heavy, sorrowful sigh, feeling the helplessness wash over me as the memories of my past life remained out of reach.

  At the same time, Lilith reached toward the bottle. As if obeying her will, it lifted from the bedding and floated gracefully into her hand. It was the final nail in the coffin of my denial - I was definitely stuck in a fantasy reality where the ws of physics were merely suggestions.

  However, the moment I saw her bringing that rubber nipple toward my lips, clearly intending to feed me like an infant, I began to search frantically for an escape from the humiliation.

  I tilted my head back, looking her straight in those predatory gold eyes, and blurted out the first question I could think of.

  “Mistress... are you truly the only Demon King in this world?”

  Lilith paused, her hand hovering. She looked at me curiously, as if she’d briefly forgotten her new pet had a massive hole in his memory. She nodded slowly, apparently deciding that a little world-building wouldn't hurt.

  “Of course not, my sweetling. Besides myself, there are six other Demon Kings, each ruling their own territory and wielding unique gifts,” she expined.

  In my mind, I was already rubbing my hands together in a small victory. Got you. Now I just have to keep her talking. Ask stupid questions about politics, anything to wiggle out of this bottle, or at least dey it long enough to -

  Before I could finish that brilliant thought, her hand moved with a speed I couldn't even register. She jammed the nipple of the bottle directly between my lips, catching me completely off guard and silencing my questions before I could even enjoy my short-lived win.

  My instinct was to spit it out or push it away, but Lilith’s strength was absolute. My new, frail body was no match for her grip. I was trapped. With no other choice, I had to keep the rubber in my mouth.

  Lilith didn't seem to care about my resistance. She continued her lecture on the intricacies of this world as if she weren't currently treating me like a baby, tilting the bottle so the liquid began to flow into my throat.

  “This world consists of three main continents, each separated by a gargantuan, treacherous ocean. One is this one, a kingdom ruled by us, the demons. The second is a continent dominated by humans...”

  Hearing that, my heart leaped. So humans do exist here. Maybe there’s a chance for a rescue...

  “...And the third continent belongs to the half-humans and beastfolk. Beings just like you.”

  I was slightly surprised by the mention of a third continent, but it made sense given that I currently looked like a cat-human hybrid. And in that moment, completely unconsciously, I swallowed the first gulp of milk.

  Shit... since when is milk this good?

  Despite my worst fears, the milk tasted unnaturally delicious. It was creamy, sweet, and possessed a fvor so rich it was easily the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted.

  After that first swallow, my starved body simply took over. Before I knew it, I was drinking in great, greedy gulps. With every passing second, I felt myself becoming addicted to the taste and the overwhelming sense of security Lilith provided.

  Seeing my resistance vanish and my enthusiasm take over, Lilith paused her geography lesson.

  She began to stroke my head gently. Between the heavenly food and the caress of my sensitive ears, I instinctively pressed my chest against her body. For a brief moment, I felt like I was in seventh heaven.

  “What a sweet little kitten you are~ seeing you like this makes me want to spoil you forever,” Lilith whispered. Her voice vibrated so close to my ear that I felt every word resonate down my spine.

  Then, I felt her cool hand make a decisive, almost predatory move - sliding under my frilly petticoat to begin a slow, methodical journey up my inner thigh.

  I jerked violently.

  The contrast between her cold skin and the heat of my own body was staggering. Under her touch, my body began to take on a life of its own. Instead of trying to break free, I started instinctively squirming on her p, seeking even more contact.

  My new feline instincts were winning the war against the remaining shreds of my dignity.

  What are you doing?! Stop moving! Stop acting like some horny slut! the thoughts screamed in my head, but Lilith only smirked maliciously. She read my desperation perfectly. She began to tease me, her fingers brushing closer and closer to the edge of my panties, only to change direction at the st second. The bell on my tail rang incessantly, announcing my growing madness to the world.

  Suddenly, as if by "accident," her hand brushed the distinct bulge under the pink silk of my panties. I let out a loud groan right into the nipple of the bottle. An electric shiver ripped through my entire body, making me lose touch with reality for a fraction of a second.

  It was terrifying and exhirating all at once. With every subsequent touch that teased the fabric shielding my manhood, quiet, ragged gasps escaped me that I couldn't suppress. The sweet, almost narcotic taste of the milk filling my mouth made my brain start to shut down.

  I felt like I was floating high in the clouds, totally dazed by the celestial meal and Lilith’s merciless hand, which was systematically crushing every defensive wall I had left. The only thing I could think about was wanting this moment - where I felt so safe yet so shamelessly desired - to never end.

  “You really are a pretty little cat-slut, aren't you? Hiding your tiny, hard clitoris under such a beautiful skirt,” Lilith whispered. Her words felt like sweet honey pouring into my clouded mind.

  I felt her hand teasing me more and more, repeatedly giving light, pyful sps to the front of my panties, right where the silk strained against my shameful erection. Every gesture sent shivers through my spine that I could no longer control.

  “Does the Mistress’s pet want more attention?” she asked, narrowing her gold eyes. Sparks of amusement danced in them, mixed with raw predation.

  I couldn't squeeze out a single word. I felt so defenseless, so pathetically desperate for her touch, that I simply gave a meek nod, not daring to look her in the eye.

  In that same instant, a wave of pure bliss washed over me, and I jolted in her arms. Lilith loosened her grip on the bottle, and it popped out of my mouth.

  A high-pitched, almost girlish moan of pleasure escaped my throat, echoing off the bedroom walls.

  Lilith watched my face with unmasked satisfaction. She noticed a small drop of milk trickling down my chin, and I could tell she was beginning to feel a rising desire for her new, sweet pet.

  She pressed her hand firmly against the front of my panties, crushing my member against my body and sending a fresh wave of tremors through me. With a seductive smile, she used her other hand to catch the stray drop of milk from my face and began to slowly, provocatively lick it off her own finger. She took her time, staring at me defiantly, while her hand in my underwear made slow, rhythmic movements that annihited what was left of my self-control.

  “Tell me, darling... who is my horny little pet?” she murmured, her voice a low, guttural purr.

  “Yes... P-please! Mmmph!” I groaned as her hand finally slid deep under the waistband of my panties.

  She wrapped her entire hand around my small penis and began to rub it rhythmically up and down. At the direct contact, my whole body shook so hard I nearly tumbled off her p. But before I could even catch my breath, I felt her other hand find my fluffy tail.

  She began to stroke it - gently at first, then with increasing confidence - in the exact same rhythm and manner as my manhood. With one hand on my penis and the other on my tail, Lilith moved in perfect, systematic unison. My brain simply exploded.

  I writhed on her p in a state of delirious ecstasy. I felt every yer of my pink outfit rubbing against my skin while the bell on the end of my tail rang like mad, announcing my total capitution to her will.

  Suddenly, Lilith squeezed my erection a little too hard.

  A sharp, sudden jolt of pain pierced through me, from my crotch to the very tips of my cat ears. I yelped, tears stinging my eyes at the brutal contrast between the agony and the bliss.

  “You still haven't answered the question!” she hissed, her voice now as hard as steel. “Who is my horny little pet?”

  “Mhmm... I... I am your horny little pet!” I blurted out as fast as I could. Every word felt like it was branding me with the fire of total humiliation.

  I felt completely degraded, reduced to a mindless toy, but at the same time, the pleasure pulsing in my lower belly outweighed everything else I’d ever felt. Hearing my surrender, Lilith smiled triumphantly and suddenly accelerated the movement of her hands.

  In an instant, I knew. After hours of buildup - the friction of the dress while cleaning, the teasing from her fingers - I was going to hit the breaking point in seconds. I squeaked and moaned in her arms, unable to stop grinding my hips against her hand, desperately craving that final explosion. I panted heavily, pushed to the edge of my physical and mental endurance, while the bell on my tail rang in a frenzied rhythm.

  Seeing my state, Lilith leaned in and whispered directly into my ear with that possessive, dark charm:

  “Good girl... you can cum for your Mistress now.”

  It was like the release of a safety catch. Her words were a magical key that opened a dam inside my body.

  “Mnnnnaaanyaaaa!” I let out a long, high-pitched scream, my eyes locking onto her golden, dominant gaze.

  My entire body buckled in powerful spasms as I hit an orgasm so intense I felt it in every single nerve. My arms tensed and my back arched as I felt myself fill my pink ce panties with warm seed, utterly ruining the pretty maid outfit.

  Lilith’s smile widened as she watched my total unraveling.

  Under the weight of the sensations, the exhaustion from work, and the massive surge of dopamine, my head began to swim. Lilith’s image blurred, and the edges of my vision slowly went dark. The st thing I registered was her sweet, almost tender voice whispering in my ear:

  “Good job, my little pet... you can rest now.”

  Then, the world simply vanished, and I colpsed into a soothing, impenetrable darkness.