ALL NOVEL Chapter 56 – A Pervert
“If you would be so kind.” Catarina slightly bowed her head and received an affirmative answer. After a few more words with the viscount's daughter, she curtsied and left.
The girl would support Elana, if tentatively and out of fear. That was enough. Catarina already had done more than was expected of her, but she couldn’t help but worry.
With the camp Catarina had chosen, she had to. There were too many things that could go wrong. Elana was a very driven woman, and her goals were always well-defined. But it also made her rather predictable - at least for Catarina.
Catarina inclined her head and greeted a group of gossipers. She recognised two of the girls Elana’s bodyguard had told her she was fucking and wondered if they knew they had the same bed warmer. Probably not.
Still, Catarina noted them and would speak with them later. They could be coerced, perhaps even blackmailed, into coming into Elana’s aid when the Royal assembly happened.
How did Elana and Moira plan to do it? Catarina couldn’t quite fathom. She hesitated to ask, feeling it would likely impact her understanding of the world.
It had happened once already. Catarina recalled the powerful smell of Elana’s soles and the staying power of her ‘friend’s’ crotch. She still could not believe it had happened.
Yet, it had. Catarina had an orgasm unimaginable before. If it repeated, she feared she would become addicted to it.
Especially if Moira was involved as well…
Catarina, upon introduction, had taken a whiff of the willowy woman. She had fallen in love with Moira’s body aroma, just like she had with Elana’s. The two beautiful women could do anything they wanted with her if she could spend her time sniffing them.
Which was bound to happen, according to their words. Catarina felt apprehension but had not found it in her heart to resist.
Shaking her head, Catarina removed the distracting thoughts. She watched her purple hair sway along and grabbed a few strands, watching them glisten in the sun.
Her hair was the only thing Catarina was proud of. The rest of her appearance left much to be desired. She was short, mostly flat and had a childish face. Her teen years had been spent fending off suitors who were after the youthful looks.
Catarina knew what they wanted. They couldn’t get a young girl in age, so they settled for a woman young in looks. She didn’t want that - she wouldn’t allow that. Her preferences were…
A memory of Elana’s sweat on her tongue and droplets of her pussy juice in her sinuses flashed through her mind. She shuddered in need, wanting to drown in the pungent smell that made breathing impossible.
It was sick. It was deprived. It wasn’t something a human should want.
Yet, Catarina yearned to be smothered in the body stench of the two alluring women. She realised she was getting distracted again and pinched her thigh.
The pain helped regain her calm. Catarina hated the intrusive thoughts. They made her feel weak. She had spent years trying to form a firm yet pleasant image for herself. It was how she imagined an adult would act and hoped it would stop others from treating her like a child.
It never happened. No one took her seriously. Catarina was treated well and found her way to many ears. But not until she aligned herself with Elana was she taken seriously, and Elana…
Yes. Elana treated her like an adult she was. It wasn’t pretty, and it definitely was degrading, but Catarina loved it. Elana never hesitated because of Catarina’s looks. Elana never spoke to Catarina as if she was mentally much younger or inferior.
It was refreshing and stimulating. Catarina stopped and then looked around. Her needs grew more intense, and she couldn’t wait much longer. She needed a release.
But Elana had gone somewhere, and Catarina didn’t know how to find Moira.
Which left Catarina with just one option. She reached inside the satchel at her side and touched the treasure Elana had given to her.
After fingering it for a moment, Catarina decided to rush back to her room. Her short, quick steps carried her back to safety. She hurried inside her room, then closed and locked the doors.
Catarina quickly opened her satchel and fished out the little pack that contained the gift Elana had given - worn panties and socks from that day…
After tearing open the package, Catarina froze. The panties and socks rolled into her bed, leaving a tantalising, stale smell in their wake.
The issue was that Catarina didn’t know which to pick. She caught herself reaching for the dirty socks and forced herself to stop.
Catarina broke into a cold sweat. She wasn’t that far gone, was she? Her breath quickened, thinking about the pungent, acrid smell of the socks, then picked the panties.
It was a little lie Catarina liked to tell herself. She pretended she wasn’t that perverted, and there were limits to what she would do.
All lies.
Catarina pushed the dirty underwear against her face, taking a deep breath. She wiggled in the wave of the fetid pleasure and felt her knees go weak.
It was the best. But it could be better. Catarina pressed her thighs close together, taking another deep breath. Her teary eyes found the pair of socks again.
“No, no.” She whispered while reaching for the stinky gift. “That is too far.” Catarina grabbed the pair of socks. “This is not me.”
Another lie.
Catarina fell into her bed, unable to stand. She rolled on her back, then raised the socks in the air and admired their foul glory.
Then they fell. Catarina hadn’t put them to her nose. They had simply fallen out of her fingers and landed on her face.
And the effect was immediate. Catarina felt the smell of Elana’s sweaty feet and released a guttural moan. She pushed the blonde’s panties inside her own and rubbed her bare pussy with them.
Catarina blanked out, her body twitching and sweating. She continued to deeply breathe, losing herself in the orgasm.
It would be a long night for the young woman and her endless desire for more.
