Free Prince of Cats by Susan A. Bliler Page A

“Whatever transpires, do not speak.”
    The Priest pulled back his upper lip in a disgusted sneer as Bray approached with Neomee , “The cost of your impudence is death.  And so it shall be done.”  Raising his hand, the Priest stopped at Bray’s interruption.
    “I have claimed her .   We are bound. ”
    The Priest looked from Bray to Neomee appalled .  His eyes quickly went to the collar around her neck before flicking down the length of her body then back up.  Clear disdain registered on his face .  “But, she is a slave .  Why would a Cat seek out a slave?   They are but play things, not a proper mate! ” 
    “ It matters not.  My Cat has chosen her and it cannot be undone.”
    Neomee’s heart raced at the exchange.  Seconds ago she was to die, now she was being claimed?  What did that mean?  She’d prefer death to being a possession.  Should I speak at this or do as Bray ha s instructed ?   She cleared her throat preparing to step forward but Bray held her in place, his vice-like grip tightening . 
    The Priest saw the unspoken exchange and he smiled wickedly at Bray, “Delightful!  She does not wish to be bound .   Is it so?  My child do you desire to be mated to this Cat?” 
    Neomee could feel the tension rise in the room as the Cats leaned in, but she said nothing as she stood glaring at the Priest.   Mated?
    “And what of you , my Prince of Cats?  Do you truly desire to be mated or are you simply toying with me, trying to save this, this… thing ?”
    Bray’s voice came out commanding , “My Cat has chosen her.”
    The Priest ’ s unexpected laug h bounced off the high ceiling ed altar room.  “Well this changes thi ng s now doesn’t it?”  Steepling his fingers , he smiled down at Neomee, “You see my child, once a Cat has chosen a mate and has bound himself to that mate , it cannot be undone.  A nd should anyone , and I do mean anyone , attempt to even touch that mate, the Cat would be within his right to devour the offending individual.  That being said, there still is the matter of your attempted escape, which cannot go unrecognized.”  The Priest then looked from Neomee to Bray with a sinister grin, “Suggestions Bray?”
    “Release her to me and I will see that she is punished.”
    Neomee swallo wed hard .   How had she gotten herself in this deep.  I should have waited!   She knew there was a chance that Bray had been watching her, but there would not be another festival again anytime soon.  She’d been too eager and now it would cost her dearly.  
    The Priest laughed again, “I had hoped you’d be more creative.  Perhaps … a display for your brethren?” 
    The Cats lining the wall hummed with murmurs , jostling each other as they made to step closer.
    “ Never ! ” Bray growled. 
    Neomee had heard of the ‘display’.  Her belly dropped at the thought.  S abah had experienced it and perhaps it explained Sabah’s willingness to allow the Cats and Slave Master to use her body at will. 
    “It is sensual,” Sabah had boasted, “The Cats fighting each other just fill every one of your openings.” 
    The thought had been terrifying to Neomee but Bast had been intrigued.  “All the Cats?  That must have taken hours.”
    “No!” Sabah had chastised, “Several of them fill you at once.  Only the ones that successfully claim a position will spill their seed into you.  A Cat will not enter you where another has spent his release.  It is a battle for positioning.  It is erotic!”
    “I do not think I could handle two Cats at once,” Bast shook her head in dismay.
    “Two,” Sabah’s features split into a wide grin as she bragged , “I pleased three cats!”
    “Three?” Neomee and Bast gasped in unison.
    Eyeing the Cats in the room with her now, Neomee’s heart threatened to beat out of her chest at the prospect of even just one of them attempting to mount her or force her to use her mouth to give them pleasure.  Her eyes flicked up