Luna Lillian

II. Fingers and Toes

Lillian’s POV:

I hear the front door open and close repeatedly. Listening to the footsteps, I know it isn’t master. My eyes gently open when I hear familiar footsteps.

“Hey, Lillian, waiting for Nick again?” Kim went down on one knee and scratched my ears.

I welcome her warm hands, releasing a low: “Meow.”

“Be careful. If Nick catches you touching her, he is going to have a cow,” Joey said while biting an apple.

Kim sat down and patted her lap, signaling me to jump on her. I hopped on her and laid down, then snuggled against her belly. She patted my head while Joey sat across from her.

“Don’t you think it’s weird, Kim?” Joey asked as he petted my back.

Kim tucked back her silky dark hair, “What’s weird?”

“How possessive and obsessive Nick is over Lillian,” he said.

Kim glanced down at me and shrugged, “Well, Lillian is his pet.”

Joey tilted his head as his lips scrunched up. “The other day, I saw Nick broke off a guy’s arm for picking up Lillian. That’s not weird to you?”

After a few moments, Kim’s facial feature follows Joey. “If we are telling the truth right now. You promise you won’t tell anyone what I am about to say?” Kim whispered.

Joey nodded.

“I think you are right about this obsession thing. My brother had flings ever since he turned seventeen, but I never saw him date any girl. Every girl he slept with is a different one to ensure absolutely no string attached. Plus, I saw a photo of Lillian in his locker and office. No, his room is filled with only photos of Lillian and him! We all thought it’s a phase, but it’s freaking out my parents now. Hell, it’s freaking out everyone in the pack! They keep asking me if Lillian is going to become Luna! At first, it was a joke, but I think it’s becoming serious,” she whisper-yelled.

Joey and Kim looked at me. “Do you maybe think Lillian is Nick’s mate?” Joey said slowly.

Kim’s eyes trailed towards him. “The f**k!”

“The f**k!” a deep voice made its appearance.

I jumped off of Kim’s lap and danced towards master. He picked me up and cradled me tightly. “Why are you two touching my kitty," he said.

“For f**k sake, Nick! I’m your sister!” Kim yelled, waving her hands everywhere.

Master’s eyes trail towards Joey, sending him a death glare.

“I’m your sister’s mate!” he screamed in defense. He scooted near Kim and hid behind her for protection.

“Don’t touch my kitty," Nick growled. He walked towards the stairs. Looking back, I can see Joey and Kim shaking their heads.

When we got into our bedroom, Nick placed me down in bed. He took off his shirt and pants, then went under the thin covers, holding me tightly. I can hear him inhaling and exhaling heavily. “I don’t understand why but you always smell so good, Lulu. You smell like sugary peaches and warm oranges. I love your scent,” he whispered.

I licked his cheek to show him my affection, and a smile crossed his lips. Placing a large warm hand on my head, he started petting me. “Remember Lulu. You are my kitty. Stop letting others touch you. I don’t like it.” He pulled me in tighter.

I snuggled into master’s arms and dozed off into a deep slumber with him.

I love this.

Our usual evening nap before dinner.

***

“Where is she?! Where?!” A lady shrieked.

Gently, I opened my eyes and saw smoke everywhere. My breathing was heavy and rough. I released a few weak coughs and attempted to stand up, but couldn’t. My paw was bending in an extremely uncanny way.

“Grab all the baby werecats and kill the rest!” A deep, vile voice commanded.

Glancing up, I saw a male squatting down and giving me a sickening smile. “Hard to believe in roughly ten years, you are going to become one of the most seductive women in the world,” he said with a rough chuckle.

Immediately, his eyes snapped up, and a werecat jumped on him, tearing off his head. Another man ran towards the werecat with a blade, circling him.

I know him.

Dada.

A mouth picked me up and started running away, away from Dad. Mom tilted back towards Dad, and water dripped from her eyes. I can see Dad looking at us, eyes filled with pain and love. There was red water all over him as several men surrounded Dad. Instantly, mommy turned away and kept running.

A low whimper escaped mama’s throat as I heard an excruciating roar behind us.

Mama, what about dada?

Mom didn’t say anything, but she kept on running with me in her mouth.

Glancing around, there are a bunch of other werecats running with us. Swiftly, one by one disappeared, but we kept running. Mama did not look back. My eyes shut tightly when I kept hearing screams from every direction. I can see mama digging her claws into the dirt-filled ground. Looking up, there was a man in front of us. I couldn’t stop looking at his devious dark green eyes.

I can see his lips tilting upward as he took a step forward. Mommy’s legs started trembling as she took a step back. “Here, kitty, kitty...kitty.”

***

My eyes blasted open, seeing the enchanting full moon. I can feel a warm sensation through my body, my eyes refusing to look away and breathing inward, a hefty scent of sweet honey and blueberries.

‘It’s time,’ a faint voice said.

Finally, I was able to look away from the alluring moon and back towards master. As I stared at him, he looked different than usual, much more captivating.

‘Mate,’ that voice returns.

I can feel my master’s hand petting my body. Unlike the usual minor sparkles, it felt like electricity shooting in every inch of my body. When the clouds cover the moon, my eyes closed, embracing master warmth.

Releasing a low yawn, I snuggled farther into master’s chest. I can feel his legs tangling with mine as his massive arms wrapped around me. I blinked a few times and sat up.

How is it possible that his legs tangled with mine?! I have no legs!

I looked down and saw a small pair of hands with fingers. I wiggled them and realized they were mine. Glancing back, a pair of brown eyes met mine. He continued laying there, staring at me, not uttering a single word.

I can see his eyes trailing downward, and he licked his dry lips. I watched him as he bit his bottom lip and released a low growl, continuing his stares. I can hear a loud swallow as master’s chest rises and lower tremendously. My brows furrowed together when I felt something poking me.

I took several blinks, attempting to remember what they call this.

Oh, I remember it now.

Master is horny.

A few years ago, master, Joey, and Tyler sat around a circle, talking about these s****l things. I would lay on the bed, listening to them. I remember how master would continuously peek at me while they were talking about it.

***

“Dude! Stop staring at your cat!” Tyler said. He smacked master on the chest.

“I-I j-j-just I don’t know guys. It feels wrong talking about these things in front of Lulu,” he said, pointing at me.

I licked my paw, trying to clean it.

Joey and Tyler sat there shaking their heads. “I swear if Lillian was not a cat, you probably bang her,” Joey said.

Master sat there silently and bit his lower lips while his cheeks turned red.

“Seriously? You would?!” Tyler screamed and smacked his forehead with his palm.

“Isn’t that beastiality?” Joey said hesitantly as he glanced at me.

Master shrugged, “Well, we are werewolves, so anything we do is already beastiality.”

“Okay, this is too weird for me. I’m out,” Tyler said. Before he leaves, he throws a bottle at master. “This will help you release better.” He waved his hand before he headed towards the door with Joey.

Tyler stopped, turned around, then looked at me. “Perhaps, looking at your cat will help more.”

Tyler and Joey cracked into loud laughter and walked out of the bedroom.

Master sat on the floor, stared at the bottle, then at me and back at the bottle. “Fuck.”

He got up and sat next to me. “Lulu, do you think I’m weird?”

For the last time...Master, I’m a cat.

“Everyone thinks I have an obsession with you,” he continued.

“I don’t. I just don’t like it when someone touches you, looks at you, or even breathes in your direction. That’s all. Oh, God, I do have an obsession.” He plants his hands on his face.

“Okay, maybe if I do this, then things will be weird, and I will realize you are only my cat.” He nodded in agreement with his own response.

I tilted my head when he got up and locked the door. Clenching his fist, he walked back towards me and bounced a few times. I would hear him muttered, “What the f**k am I doing? Am I doing this in front of my cat?”

After a good half an hour, he nodded to himself. I can see him unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. He threw his pants across the room and took a seat next to me.

Grabbing the bottle, he threw his boxers towards the area of his pants. Opening the bottle, he squeezes it on his hand. There was something weird poking out between his legs.

It was long and big, like a mushroom.

An ugly mushroom.

He grabbed it, staring at me, and started moving his hand up and down, breathing heavily.

“Lulu.”

I sat up and nuzzled against his thigh. There’s an odd scent. He stroked my cheek with his free hand, and I licked his fingers. His body trembled.

I gazed at him while he stared at the pile of tissues inside the garbage can. He had both hands on his head, elbows on his knees. “I need a psychiatrist.”

***

Master continues staring at me, his eyes trailing upward and downward constantly.

“M-Master?”

I can talk?!

Immediately, he sat up and hit my head. “Owwww,” we both said simultaneously while rubbing our foreheads.

After the ache eased, master pushed me off and fell to the floor with a loud thump. He jumps up and points a shaky finger at me. “Who are you? Where is Lulu?!”