Faith's eyes widened in surprise, uncertainty battling with relief and joy beneath her flustered expression. Slowly, carefully, she stepped closer, her soft, supple body brushing against Edouard's arm lightly as she extended her rosy nipple towards his waiting mouth. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes tightly, bracing herself for whatever might come next.

As soon as he made contact with Faith's sensitive nipple, warmth spread through Edouard's entire being, replaced moments later by a rush of coolness followed closely by a tingling sensation that coursed throughout his body. He couldn't help but moan loudly, unable to tear himself away from the heavenly nectar flowing freely into his eager mouth. His tongue darted out, tracing circles around the delicate flesh while his hand reached upwards, tangling itself in her wild curls, drawing them playfully between his fingers. Meanwhile, Faith let out a low, throaty purr of pleasure mixed with disbelief, arching her back ever so slightly, pressing her voluptuous chest even harder against Edouard's face. The sound echoed throughout the otherwise silent house, calling forth curious glances from the other Catgirls peering cautiously from various corners and doorways.

With reluctance, Edouard finally relented, pulling away from Faith's swollen breast, leaving behind a trail of wetness where his lips had been pressed against her skin. "Mmmm," he murmured appreciatively, running his tongue across his lips, savoring the taste of her divine nectar. "Indeed, nothing compares." He stood up, taking a moment to adjust his own clothes, casting a reassuring smile at the still-flushed Faith. "Thank you, my dear," he said softly, reaching out to place a gentle yet firm palm upon her rounded ass. "Your service… It shall not be forgotten." His words were met with gasps of delight and anticipation from the gathered Catgirls, their eyes sparkling with renewed hope and excitement.

Faith's heart raced like a hummingbird trapped in a bell jar as Edouard's warm breath tickled the sensitive lobe of her ear. A shiver ran down her spine, causing her already exposed breasts to tremble enticingly underneath her revealing corset. She turned her head slowly, meeting Edouard's gaze with a mixture of desire and trepidation etched onto her features. "I… I would consider it an honor…" Her voice cracked slightly, betraying both her eagerness and long-suppressed nervousness. With a hesitant step forward, she placed her hands tentatively on Edouar's broad shoulders, rising tiptoe to press her lips gently against his neck, savoring the scent of him—clean male musk intertwined with hints of lavender soap.

At once, the room fell deathly quiet as each and every eye belonging to the assembled Catgirls shifted focus, returning quickly to whatever task they had previously been performing. There was no more giggling, no more whispers; instead, the only sounds filling the air were the faint rustlings of skirt hemlines brushing against polished floors, the clinking of silverware against fine China, and the occasional creak of furniture moved gracefully by unseen hands. Myrna cleared her throat demurely before speaking up, her deep contrite tone carrying clearly throughout the grand hallway. "Forgive our intrusion, master. We will ensure everything is ready according to your wishes." With a stiff bow, she then motioned for the remaining Catgirls to follow suit, filing silently out of the room, heads held high and postures straightened to military precision.

As soon as the other Catgirls had retreated obediently into the depths of the mansion, Edouard closed the door behind them, effectively sealing themselves off from prying ears and curious eyes. He returned his attention to Faith, who remained poised expectantly, her body language radiating eager submission. Slowly, methodically, Edouard began to explore Faith's voluptuous curves, tracing delicate patterns along her bare flesh with his fingers. His hand cupping her plump rear end, squeezing and massaging the supple cheek he currently held captive. Meanwhile, Faith squirmed beneath his touch, moans escaping her pursed lips as wave after wave of sensual pleasure coursed through her entire being.

A thrill shot through Faith's core when those words reverberated softly against her ear, sending shivers of anticipation racing down her spine. As Edouard continued to tease and torment her tight bottom, she arched her hips involuntarily, inviting him closer, begging for more. With a husky growl, Edouard finally broke free from their playful dance around consummation, lifting Faith effortlessly off the ground by her slim waist. In one swift movement, he carried her toward the nearest bedroom, kicking open the ornate wooden doors without so much as a second thought. The sound echoed loudly in the otherwise silent hallways, announcing to anyone listening exactly what was about to transpire inside.

Faith struggled futilely in Edouard's strong grasp, her heart pounding wildly with equal parts terror and aroused excitement. She knew better than to resist, not after centuries trapped within these walls. Instead, she meowed softly, her voice trembling just ever so slightly with desire and fear alike. "Yes… Master," she managed to croak out between gasps for breath.

Even bound and helpless in Edouard's iron grip, Faith couldn't help but marvel at the size of his member, a veritable tower of throbbing masculinity. Her mouth watered uncontrollably at the sight and scent of it, saliva pooling in the corners of her lips. She whimpered softly, unable to form coherent thoughts beyond how badly she wanted him to claim her right here, right now. "Please…" she pleaded weakly, tilting her head upward, offering herself completely to him.

Faith closed her eyes tightly, savoring the sensation of being so utterly vulnerable in front of him. His powerful presence radiated raw sexual energy, making her body quiver with anticipation. When she felt the warmth of his member brush against her cheek, her entire being tensed in anticipation of what would come next. She parted her lips slowly, her tongue darting out tentatively to taste the head of his massive cock. It was unlike anything she had experienced before; sweet yet bitter, intoxicating yet terrifying. With renewed determination, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of his shaft, squeezing lightly in encouragement.