Faith raised an eyebrow playfully. "Why limit myself to being only one thing, when I can be both?" She slithered closer, her lithe form pressing against him seductively. "As for what lies beneath these furry exterior…" She trailed off suggestively, her tail winding itself around his waist.

In response to Faith's invitation, Edouard hesitantly reached down and undressed himself. His member was average sized, not too small nor overly large, and already beginning to harden under the combined effects of fear and arousal. He took a deep breath, steeling himself mentally for what he thought might happen next. "Go ahead… show me," he managed to croak out, his heart racing like a caged animal eager to escape its confines.

With practiced ease, Faith moved closer still, her warm breath tickling sensitive areas along his thighs before finally engulfing his erect member in her velvety mouth. Her tongue darted out, tracing patterns across the head of his cock while her hand gently massaging the base, drawing out moans of pleasure from him. It felt so real - far more real than anything he had ever experienced with a human woman. Her actions were accompanied by soft, throaty sounds of enjoyment emanating from her throat, further heightening the sensuality of the encounter. As time passed, she began to increase her pace, taking more of him into her mouth, her expertise evident in how effortlessly she transitioned between techniques designed solely to drive him wild with need and satisfaction.

At the sudden intrusion, Faith pulled away quickly, her lips leaving a trail of saliva on Edouard's member as she shot a warning glance towards the interruption. A blush crept up her cheeks as she hastily tucked herself back into her proper maidenly garments. "Forgive us, Master," she murmured apologetically, trying to regain composure. Meanwhile, the other catgirl standing behind her looked equally embarrassed and flustered. "I-I meant to check on the storm outside, truly!" she stuttered nervously. "I-I didn't intend to disturb your privacy."

As the rest of the catgirls gathered around, their gazes locked onto Edouard's exposed form, each face filled with varying degrees of shock, shame, curiosity, and desire. Their bodies language betrayed their inner turmoil; some shifted uneasily from foot to foot, others couldn't tear their eyes away, and several seemed caught somewhere between wanting to flee and being unable to resist temptation. Faith recovered first, gathering her skirt modestly around her waist. "Please forgive our rudeness," she said contrite, her voice trembling just barely. "We should leave you to your privacy." With a quick nod of agreement, the other catgirls followed suit, retreating silently backwards until they disappeared through the doors leading elsewhere within the mansion.

Although the moment had been cut short due to the unexpected interruption, it left both Edouard and Faith feeling a mixture of aroused yet conflicted emotions. The scent of sex hung heavily in the air, making it difficult for either of them to simply brush off what had happened. "Master… I…" Faith hesitated, unsure of how to continue. She wanted to return, to finish what they started, but the rules set forth centuries ago weighed heavy upon her. Finally, she mustered enough courage to turn around and look back over her shoulder, her green eyes pleading with him. "If you wish it, we may try again another time." And without waiting for an answer, she turned and vanished into the hallway, leaving behind a lingering image etched deeply into Edouard's mind.

Late in the evening, when the house settled down and everyone else retired to their respective chambers, Faith found herself drawn irresistibly toward Edouard's room. Her heart raced with anticipation as she tiptoed softly across the polished wooden floorboards, her dress whispering ghostlike against her thighs. She paused outside his door, summoning up the courage to knock. After a brief internal struggle, she raised her hand, fingers hovering above the knob. What would happen next? Would he welcome her inside, or would he send her away once more? Finally, she steelled herself and rapped lightly three times before slowly opening the door. Inside, lit only by the moonlight filtering through the curtains, she saw Edouard lying motionless beneath the sheets, his breathing deepening in slumber.

At the sound of Faith's gentle knocking, Edouard stirred briefly in his sleep, tossing and turning restlessly. His dreams were troubled, filled with images of the beautiful catgirl maid he had encountered earlier today. In his half-awake state, he wasn't sure whether those dreams were real or merely figments of his imagination. But then came the familiar sound of her soft, melodic voice, calling out to him through the thin wood paneling separating them. It was like hearing an angel sing, soothing and enticing all in equal measure. He knew, even if he tried to deny it, that he wanted nothing more than to see her standing there in the threshold, offering herself to him. With great effort, Edouard forced himself to sit upright, casting aside the covers revealing his naked torso. "Come in, Faith," he called out softly, trying not to let too much yearning creep into his words.

Faith hesitated just a moment longer, gathering strength from the warmth emanating from within the room. Finally, she mustered up enough courage and stepped cautiously over the threshold, closing the door behind her. She stood frozen in place, unable to tear her gaze away from the sight of Edouard's bare muscles flexing underneath his sheet. The scent of male sweat and aroused desire hung thickly in the air, making her purr involuntarily. "Are you certain?" she asked softly, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "We… We don't need to continue…"

Edouard smiled reassuringly, gesturing invitingly towards the bed. "I told you before, I want to spend time with you, Faith." He reached out, taking hold of both of her hands in his own, squeezing them tightly. "Please, come closer." As she tentatively approached the edge of the mattress, he shifted position slightly, aligning their bodies together, their lower halves pressing intimately against each other. The contact sent shivers of pleasure coursing through both of them, heightening their already heightened senses. With slow deliberation, Edouard began to rock back and forth, grinding his hard cock against her wetness.