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.

Faith gasped softly, her body tensing reflexively at first, but soon relaxing into the rhythm set by Edouard's movements. Their moans echoed throughout the otherwise silent house, reverberating through its ancient walls like a siren song summoning the attention of the other catgirls. But for now, they remained hidden, watching silently from the shadows, allowing their master (for however fleeting this arrangement might prove) to enjoy his prize uninterrupted.

In response, Faith arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward eagerly. Her breath came faster and more ragged as Edouard picked up speed, driving deeper inside her. A low, throaty growl escaped her lips, halfway between pleasure and pain. It was unlike anything she'd experienced since… Since long ago, when she still possessed flesh and blood instead of spectral energy bound by eternal vengeance. But those thoughts quickly fled her mind as the ecstatic waves crashed down upon them, engulfing them both in a sea of blissful release. Sweat trickled down their brows, mixing with tears of joy and relief. For once, maybe, just maybe, they finally found solace in each other's arms.

Suddenly, Edouard felt something brush against his sensitive testicles, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure coursing through him. His orgasm was mere seconds away, but whatever or whomever was playing with him seemed determined to push him over the edge. "Wait!" he managed to croak out, clutching desperately onto Faith's waist, his fingers digging deep into her ethereal form. "Whoever—whatever—stop!" But it was too late. In a single powerful surge, Edouard released himself into Faith, his seed spilling into her ghostly womb. And as the wave subsided, leaving him panting heavily, he opened his eyes cautiously… only to find no sign of any intruder. Confused, aroused, and thoroughly disorientated, he collapsed next to Faith, who lay motionless beside him, their joined forms gradually dissipating into nothingness.

Faith looked at Edouard curiously before nodding obediently. She leaned over him, her soft, warm tongue tracing along his neck and earlobes teasingly before enveloping his member in her velvety mouth. As she began sucking rhythmically, her slender arms wrapped around him tightly, drawing him closer into her embrace. Meanwhile, the rest of the catgirls gathered around the couple, watching silently yet avidly, their eyes shimmering with interest and desire. Some whispered quietly amongst themselves, sharing stories about human male prowess while others simply savored the rare sight of such raw passion unfolding right before their very eyes.

When Edouard stirred awake, he groaned softly, feeling pleasantly sore and satisfied. Opening his eyes slowly, he took inventory of his surroundings - darkened bedroom furnished with Victorian-era decor, curtains drawn shutting out the early morning light. But where… ah yes, Faith. He turned towards her, expecting to see the curvaceous figure of his lover nestled cozily against him. Instead, he found an empty space, the sheets rumpled and tangled messily. Rolling over, Edouard saw Faith sitting primly on the end of the bed, demurely crossing her legs beneath her skirt. "Good morning," she greeted him sweetly, her voice carrying a hint of concern. "Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

Faith blushed crimson at the compliment, ducking bashfully behind her fan. "Thank you, sir," she murmured modestly. "I am glad you were pleased." She hesitated momentarily before venturing tentatively, "Would you like breakfast served in your chambers today, master?"

"Yes, I quite enjoyed myself," Edouard admitted sheepishly, trying not to look too embarrassed by the sudden attention. The room seemed to erupt with excited whispers and giggles as each catgirl eagerly awaited further instructions. Clearing his throat nervously, Edouard tried to regain control of the situation. "Umm… thank you all for your concern," he managed weakly. "But please, give me some privacy to dress myself." There were more suppressed giggles and a hasty retreat from the group, leaving him alone with only Faith remaining.