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  The first item was a ceramic cat bowl, adorned with little fish and filled to the brim with steaming white milk. The second object, lying right beside it, was a realistically detailed dildo of an imposing size. It was crafted with such precision that in the mplight, its silicone surface glistened almost like real skin.

  I froze. My cat ears fttened so hard they practically pressed against my skull. I felt myself begin to tremble on Lilith’s p, unable to tear my eyes away from that macabre choice. The bottle I had despised only moments ago now seemed like the greatest gift from the heavens.

  Lilith leaned over the objects, her smile turning predatory and full of excitement. She trailed her hand down my back to the base of my tail, causing the bell to emit a soft, pathetic chime.

  “There’s no need to be shy, my little sweetling,” she whispered directly into my ear, her breath hot and fragrant. “Since feeding time stirs such emotion in you, I’ve decided to give you a choice. You can be my good little kitty and drink your milk straight from the bowl, no hands allowed... or we can busy ourselves with this second item, since you aren’t wearing any panties anyway and your little friend seems so starved for attention.”

  I looked at her in disbelief, feeling tears of helplessness sting my eyes once more.

  “Well? What does my little slut want? Choose, kitten. Mistress is waiting for your decision.”

  Small, salty tears began to pool in the corners of my eyes, shimmering in the light. I couldn't stop them. I had no idea that the sight of my total breakdown was affecting Lilith in a way I hadn't expected - I could see her breathing quicken, the predatory glow in her eyes intensifying. My weakness was fueling a physical desire in her; she was becoming wet at the mere thought of my submission.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and clung to her even tighter, burying my face just beneath her breasts and looking up at her with completely fttened ears. I made the most pathetic face I could muster, my voice trembling as I blurted out a desperate plea:

  “Mistress... please... can’t we just use the bottle?” I whispered, so pathetically that I barely recognized my own voice.

  Lilith jolted, and her grip around my back became almost crushing. She pulled me even closer to her burning body and stroked my long pink hair with a strange, predatory tenderness.

  “I thought my little kitten didn’t like that pretty little bottle,” she murmured, her voice vibrating against my chest. “I thought you hated the way I feed you and would rather try something else... something more animalistic like the bowl, or something more... adult, like this toy.”

  Hearing that, I began to shake my head violently, the bell on my tail ringing in a panic. The prospect of pping milk from a bowl on all fours or pying with that dildo was so terrifying that my human pride finally surrendered to the need for safety. I looked straight into her dominant golden eyes, doing everything in my power to put her in the best mood possible.

  “Mistress... I love how you feed me in your arms,” I started, the words pouring out of me in a torrent fueled by pure desperation. “The milk from the bottle only tastes best when you hold me this close... I feel so... looked after. I love the warmth of your hands and the way you look at me while I drink. It makes me feel safe. Please, Lady Lilith... the bottle is so much better, because then I can be close to you...”

  I said it all while feeling my tail wrap around her waist in an instinctive gesture of begging. My face burned with shame as I openly admitted to deriving pleasure from that humiliating feeding. I was doing everything to distract her from the items on the bed and return to the one form of degradation my brain had already accepted as "safe."

  Lilith stared at me with those golden eyes. I felt her gaze practically boring into my soul. She knew perfectly well that all these sweet words - the confessions of safety and adoration for her embrace - were just a desperate attempt to dodge the milk bowl and that terrifying object beside it. Yet, despite that awareness, hearing my trembling voice made emotions surge within her that she hadn't felt in a very long time.

  She frowned slightly, taking in my pathetic face and fttened ears. Conflicting thoughts swirled in her head.

  What is it about this pet that makes me feel such an unnatural attraction? she wondered, feeling a burning need to simultaneously crush my dignity to dust and shield me from the entire world with her own body.

  Neither she nor I had any idea that the [Delicate Prey] talent I had unconsciously unlocked this morning was far more terrifying than anyone could have guessed. It wasn't simple charisma; it was an aura that struck at the very foundations of a high-ranking being's instincts. It made even a powerful, merciless Queen like Lilith unable to fully resist its influence.

  Seeing my expression and feeling my tail wrap tightly and pleadingly around her waist, Lilith suddenly burst into a short, melodic ugh. She hugged me so tightly my cheeks were pressed into her soft cleavage, and I felt her predatory aura soften for a moment.

  “Since my little pet is so good at praising his Mistress, how could I not spoil him today?” she said, her voice carrying a note of genuine amusement.

  She snapped her fingers, and the ring on her hand fshed again. In a split second, the ceramic bowl and that glistening dildo vanished into nothingness. In their pce, the familiar bottle filled with warm, aromatic milk appeared in Lilith's hand.

  I let out a long sigh of relief, the tension in my muscles finally beginning to drain away. I had been so close to catastrophe, yet the bottle now seemed like salvation.

  But my joy was short-lived.

  Lilith held the bottle just out of reach, and her smile suddenly turned very malicious - yet seductive at the same time.

  “There is one condition, however, if you want to drink your milk from the bottle today, kitten,” she added. I felt my cat ears stiffen with unease again as I stared at the glistening nipple.

  “Since you’re begging so hard for the bottle, my little sweetling, then so be it,” she began, her voice turning unnaturally low and silky. “But you must know the rules are changing tonight. If you want to drink this milk, the condition is simple: this time, unlike st night, you are not allowed to reach an orgasm while eating.”

  I blinked several times, completely caught off guard. For a moment, I was sure I had misunderstood, or that a second part of the sentence was coming to complicate everything. I had expected another task full of debasement, but Lilith was only imposing a climax ban.

  I looked at her tentatively, searching for a hidden trap in her golden eyes, but all I saw was predatory amusement.

  Did she really think that was a punishment for me?

  “Well?” Lilith asked, bringing the nipple of the bottle close to my nose. The scent of sweet milk hit me with full force. “Do you agree to the deal, kitten?”

  I swallowed hard, my stomach cramping with hunger. Since this was the only way to avoid the bowl and the dildo, I didn't have to think twice. I nodded submissively, and my tail stopped its frantic twitching for a moment.

  “This Kitten... This Kitten agrees, Mistress,” I whispered, using the third person. It was the final blow to her self-control.

  The moment the words left my mouth, Lilith emitted a short, guttural purr of delight. Clearly, [Delicate Prey] had struck again with devastating force; her grip suddenly became violent and possessive. With a swift, sure motion, she flipped my fragile body in her arms, cradling me like an infant. I felt my head rest against her rge, soft breast, her scent completely flooding my senses.

  Before I could even take a breath, the nipple was at my lips. Slowly, helplessly, I took it into my mouth, feeling the warmth of the rubber, and began to drink. The first stream of heavenly sweet liquid flowed down my throat, and I felt my brain begin to drift into a nd of pure, narcotic oblivion.

  The warmth of the milk spread through me, bringing instant, almost drug-like dazedness. Lying on Lilith’s p, my head pressed against her soft breast, I felt like the outside world had ceased to exist. There were only her arms, the soothing scent of roses, and the rhythmic suction. But this idyll was merely the facade for the refined torture she had prepared for the evening.

  While one hand held the bottle, her other hand - with almost inhuman precision - began to wander under the hem of my pink skirt. Without any panties in the way, the moment her cool fingers brushed my inner thigh, I jerked violently, nearly losing the nipple.

  “Look at me while you drink,” Lilith commanded. Her voice, though quiet, was an indisputable order.

  I lifted my heavy eyelids and met her golden eyes, which were shimmering with predatory satisfaction. They were so close I could see my own defenseless face reflected in them. Her hand moved higher, finding my pulsing member.

  I began to drink faster, desperately seeking refuge in the sweetness of the milk, but Lilith reacted instantly. She pulled the bottle back slightly, forcing me to stretch my neck out in pursuit of the food.

  “Slowly,” she murmured, her eyes scolding me. “Don't spill a drop. If you waste even a tiny bit of this precious milk, I’ll have to punish you. And we both want you to be a good kitten tonight, don't we?”

  Her fingers began a steady, teasing caress of my shaft. She used a technique that pushed me right to the very edge of my endurance.

  Within a minute, I felt a burning tension building in my lower belly - a wave of heat that demanded immediate release. My tail began to thud against her hips in a wild, uncoordinated rhythm, and the bell rang incessantly, accentuating my growing frustration.

  Just as I felt the explosion was seconds away, Lilith suddenly shifted her pressure. She squeezed the very tip - painfully, yet with practiced control - instantly killing the oncoming orgasm in its tracks. I let out a muffled groan into the nipple, and tears pricked my eyes again.

  I understood then what her promise meant. She intended to feed me and arouse me until my mind was mush, all while denying me the one thing my body craved. Every swallow of milk fueled my senses, and her hand - which had moved to my cat ears to massage and tease their sensitive interiors - made me lose all touch with reality.

  “Tell me, who is feeding you?” she whispered, pulling the bottle away for a second, though her hand between my legs didn't stop tormenting me for an instant.

  “M-Mistress... Lady Lilith is feeding me...” I choked out, gasping for air in short, ragged breaths. My body was convulsing with desire, and the frustration of being unable to finish was becoming physically painful. I felt like a string tuned past its limit, ready to snap.

  Lilith smiled at my state - my completely fttened ears, the tears in the corners of my eyes, and the way I was unconsciously rubbing against her hand, begging for even a slightly firmer touch.

  She jammed the nipple back between my lips, letting me finish the st of the white liquid. When the bottle was empty, Lilith set it aside, but she didn't let me off her p. Instead, she began to stroke my head soothingly, while her other hand still held my manhood in a grip that gave me no respite.

  “Thank your Mistress properly for feeding you so well,” she commanded, watching my total debasement.

  “Thank you... Lady Lilith... thank you for the milk...” I whimpered, nuzzling into her cleavage. I was full, my feet finally didn't ache, but what was happening in my lower body was worse than all the day's torments.

  I felt like I was right on the precipice. One more move of her fingers, one firmer squeeze, and all the pain and shame of the day would evaporate in a white fsh of bliss. My body was taut as a wire, my breathing a ragged, wet whistle. But just as my soul began to lift from the ground, Lilith suddenly - with surgical precision - completely released her grip and pulled her hand away.

  “Ah...!” I groaned in pure despair, feeling a sudden, icy void where the fire had just been pulsing.

  My body reacted instinctively. Without the consent of my will, driven by a raw hunger for stimution, I made several violent thrusts with my hips, desperately trying to find her hand or even just rub against her thigh. I wanted anything that would let me finish what she had started.

  Seeing this, Lilith smiled with the satisfaction of a conqueror. She leaned down and whispered directly into my ear, freezing my blood:

  “If you make so much as one more move, kitten, I swear those white three-inch heels are going back on your feet with locks I won’t remove for a week...”

  I went still in an instant. The fear of more agony in those heels was the only thing stronger than my lust. I y rigid on her p, the bell on my tail chiming in time with my racing heart, while she calmly adjusted her gown.

  “Good. It’s time for bed,” she announced, as if she had just finished a boring book rather than driving a living being to the brink of insanity.

  I looked at her, my eyes wide with disbelief. Did she really mean to leave me like this? With this burning tension, with an erection that almost pained me with every heartbeat?

  “M-Mistress... please...” I tried to plead, my voice sounding so pathetic I was ashamed of myself. “Couldn’t you... just this once... I promise I’ll be good...”

  “You chose this yourself when you begged for the bottle instead of py,” she cut me off, leaving zero room for negotiation.

  Before I could choke out another word, I felt her strong arms. Lilith pulled me into an embrace that brooked no dissent and y down on the gargantuan bed, dragging me with her. I found myself in a position that was simultaneously heaven and hell - my face was buried bluntly but softly into her ample breasts, her body tightly entwined with mine.

  “I’m afraid my horny little kitten might not have enough self-control to keep from ‘helping herself’ the moment I close my eyes,” she murmured, pulling a silky coverlet over us. “That’s why I’m staying with you tonight, sweetling.”

  I felt my small erection, completely exposed by the ck of panties, pressing directly against Lilith’s smooth stomach. Every breath she took, every tiny movement of her breasts triggered a new dose of pleasure that, instead of calming me, only stoked my frustration. It was the perfect torture. Looking over the curve of her breasts, I caught her face - Lilith was looking down at me with unmasked, demonic satisfaction, drawing energy from my martyrdom.

  This is going to be a long... exceptionally hard night, I thought, feeling the heat of her skin and knowing I wouldn't sleep for a single minute in this state.