The Wildness of the Cat

Sitting on the bed, I stared at the pizza slice in my hand, still trying to process why Beta had bolted out of the room so suddenly.

"Where she could've possible ran away like that." I murmurred. 

The whole situation was weird—she was so full of excitement one moment, and then, out of nowhere, she'd sprinted away like her life depended on it. 

I shrugged. "Guess she's got her reasons," I muttered, taking a bite of the pizza. 

The cheesy goodness filled my mouth,

"Yumm..this is good."

Given by the serious expression Epsilon holds, her cooking is amazing. 

And just as I was starting to relax, I heard a loud THUD* from outside the door, followed by muffled screams and the sound of screeching claws tearing through something. 

Thud! Screech! 

I froze mid-chew, my eyes darting toward the door. What the hell was going on out there? 

More sounds followed—slashing noises, the distinct growl of Beta, and the unmistakable sound of men screaming in terror. 

Beta's voice rang out, loud and filled with fury, "Take this! And this!" 

More thudding. More slashing. More chaos. 

Gunshots erupted next, and I flinched, the sound reverberating through the room. I glanced from left to right, tracking the source of the noise. It moved fast, like something or someone was chasing after their prey. 

Crash! The sound of glass breaking echoed from outside, followed by another scream. "Ahhhhh!" a man yelled, his voice filled with terror as he seemed to fall from a height. 

Beta shouted, "Don't run away! Come and fight to the death, cowards!" 

I blinked, casually taking another bite of pizza, completely unfazed. I could hear more gunshots and fighting outside, but I wasn't particularly worried. 

In fact, I found it kind of funny. Here I was, eating my pizza like it was just another day, while Beta was tearing through some guys in the hallway like a scene from an action movie. 

Boom! The floor shook, rattling the furniture in the room as Beta unleashed a powerful aura. I could practically feel the force of it vibrating through the walls. 

"Master's got strong Mystics," I thought, chewing thoughtfully. "Might as well let her handle it." 

I could hear the men outside, terrified but still trying to fight back. "Shoot her! SHOOT HER!" one of them screamed, his voice shaky with fear. 

"She's too fast!" another one yelled, panic in his tone. "We can't hit her!" 

Beta's claws swiped again, and I heard a man scream in agony. "Nooooo!" 

"Too weak," Beta's voice was cold now, as if she was disappointed in their lack of strength. "You can't even put up a decent fight." 

There was a moment of silence before another loud crash. 

Then Beta's voice echoed again, "Come on, is that all? Is this the best you can do?" 

Despite all the chaos, I was still sitting there, pizza in hand, simply following the sounds around me. My head turned from left to right, tracking where the battle was happening like it was some kind of show. 

I thought for a second about getting up and helping her. But then again, I was curious. I wanted to see just how powerful my Mystics really were. 

No point in interfering. Besides, she seemed to be handling things just fine. 

A few minutes passed before I heard the last man scream, and the noises finally died down. 

The door creaked open, and Beta walked back inside. 

Her black tank top was shredded, exposing the side of her chest, and her denim shorts were torn, barely clinging to her hips, revealing the curves of her bare skin. 

Yet, despite her disheveled appearance, she looked perfectly fine—aside from a few scratches on her arms. She grinned widely as she rushed over to me. 

"Master! I'm back!" she announced enthusiastically, her voice as cheery as ever. 

I raised an eyebrow, looking her over. "Where did you go?" 

"To kill the bad guys!" she said with a beaming smile, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

I leaned back on the bed, still holding my half-eaten pizza. "So... all that noise was just you handling some bad guys, huh?"

"Yep!" Beta replied, hopping onto the bed and jumping on top of me, her tail wagging like crazy. "They were weak though... not much fun." 

I glanced down at her. She was lying on top of me, her full weight pressing down, her torn clothes running my imagination wild. 

Her tail was brushing against my legs, twitching every now and then as she snuggled up to me. 

"You okay?" I asked, my hand trailing over the scratches on her arm. 

"All good, Master!" she replied, wiggling her tail even more. 

I frowned at the sight of the scratches. "Those look painful." 

Beta glanced at them, then grinned mischievously. 

"Don't worry, Master." She licked one of the scratches, and to my surprise, the wound began to close up instantly, healing before my eyes. 

My eyes widened in surprise. "That's... amazing, Beta." 

She wiggled her tail more excitedly, her face lighting up with joy. "Master praised me!" she squealed, burying her face into my chest. 

I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Yeah, you deserve it." 

Damn, her strength to heal by just her saliva is surely amazing and can come in handy. 

Beta's tail continued to wag happily as she pressed herself closer to me. My hands, without much thought, found their way to her ass. The torn denim shorts offered little resistance, and I could feel her bare skin under my palms. The sensation was intoxicating. 

I squeezed her ass, earning a soft gasp from Beta. Her chest was already pressed against me, and I could feel the warmth of her body through her torn clothes. 

Beta's breathing quickened, and she purred softly, nuzzling her face against my neck. Her hips began to shift, moving her ass on my dick, as she adjusted her position on my lap. 

"Master…" she whispered, her voice sultry and full of need. "Do you like what you feel?" 

I didn't even hesitate. "You know I do, Beta." 

Her eyes lit up at my words, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "Then don't hold back... You can touch me more, Master." 

With a smirk, I let my hands roam further down, exploring the soft curves of her body. My fingers dug into her ass, eliciting a moan from Beta as her tail twitched in delight. 

She bit her lip, her face flushed as she pressed her chest against mine, her boobs squishing against me. "Master... I've waited so long for this," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper. 

I felt a rush of heat go through me as I looked into her eyes. Her usual playful demeanor was gone, replaced by something more raw and primal. 

The way she looked at me, with those half-lidded, lustful eyes, sent a shiver down my spine. 

I rolled her over onto her back, pinning her underneath me. Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn't resist. Instead, she let out a soft, excited gasp, her tail curling around my leg as she gazed up at me with pure adoration. 

Her torn clothes clung to her body, barely covering her now as she shifted beneath me, her breath coming in short, heavy bursts. 

"Beta..." 

"Master..." 

Strands of her hair fell across her face, giving her a wild, untamed look. She was stunning. 

"I should reward my sweet cat, shouldn't I?" I whispered, my eyes trailing over her exposed boobs. 

Beta's breath hitched, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Master…" she breathed, her body arching slightly against mine. "Please… comfort me." 

I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches from hers as her eyes fluttered shut.