I Am Puss In Boots

Light R-18 ahead.

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Elizabeth was having dinner with her father, but he noticed that she seemed a bit anxious and was eating faster than usual.

"Elizabeth, are you alright?" he asked his daughter, with a confused look, startling her.

"Cough! Cough!" Elizabeth choked on her food at the sudden question and quickly patted her chest, trying to clear her throat.

"Elizabeth!" The governor was alarmed by the sudden choking, and the maids waiting quietly in the corners quickly ran to help her, patting her back.

Elizabeth managed to clear her throat quickly and waved her hand, dismissing the maids.

She then looked at her father, Governor Swann, who was watching her with concern.

"I'm fine, no need to worry. I just want to finish dinner quickly and go to bed. I'm still exhausted from everything that happened," she responded, sighing softly, though there was a bit of guilt in her eyes for lying to her father.

The truth… was that she would have a guest in her room that night, and for a long time she had been curious about what it was like to do that with a man… or a cat?

That's why she was eating so fast—she wanted to get away.

"Oh… if that's the case, you don't have to wait. You can go to bed. You really must be exhausted." The governor understood and looked at her with worry, affection, and care.

"Well… then I'll excuse myself… good night, father." She stood up, smiled at him, and turned to head to her room.

"Haah… my poor daughter has been through so much, she really deserves a good rest," he murmured with pity as he watched her leave.

What he didn't know… was that his daughter had no intention of sleeping at all that night.

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Elizabeth had reached the door of her room when she suddenly remembered something and froze.

'Wait! I never told him where my room was,' she thought, stunned and helpless, her mood dropping at the realization that their meeting would likely be delayed by a day.

Even so, not giving up hope, she looked around and, seeing she was alone, gently pushed the doors open with a bit of hope.

And when she saw the scene inside, she was slightly stunned.

The room had a completely different atmosphere from her usual bedroom.

Aromatic candles were scattered around, softly lighting the room, creating a dim, slightly pinkish glow.

Rose petals were spread across the floor and her bedspread—and in the middle of it, a completely naked Puss… more than usual, at least.

All his equipment had been removed as he lay in the most charming pose he could find on the bed.

One front paw under his head, one back leg stretched out while the other was bent upward, with his other front paw calmly resting on his knee.

Puss, holding that famous sensual pose, sent a charming smile toward Elizabeth, who stood frozen in the doorway.

"Mademoiselle, see something you like?" Puss teased, winking at her.

That seemed to snap her out of her shock, and she quickly stepped inside and closed the door behind her, leaning back against it and staring at Puss with a strange expression.

"Where did the French come from?" he asked with an amused look.

"Hee… they say French is the language of love, but honestly, for our situation, something caliente might be more appreciated than romantic."

He teased and stretched out his paw, curling his finger to invite her closer.

Elizabeth smiled at the return of the Spanish accent she liked and approached slowly, swaying her hips sensually.

His smile widened at the sight, and when she reached the bed, he extended his paw for her to take.

With a gentle touch, she placed her delicate hand—still larger than Puss's paw—over his.

But with a show of strength and flexibility, he confidently pulled her and flipped her in the air, letting her fall back onto the mattress, her golden hair charmingly spread beneath her head, her modest chest rising and falling with excitement.

Her delicate and beautiful face slightly flushed, looking at him as Puss's paw gently slid along her cheek to rest behind her neck.

At that point, Puss's focus was entirely on her, and thoughts of discussing Will before starting were completely thrown out the window.

His mind was being guided by his lower half, and the good kitty was gone.

Now the bad cat was in charge.

Lowering his face and taking her warm, soft lips, the two closed their eyes and lost themselves in a kiss that grew hotter by the second.

As their tongues battled without pause, Elizabeth slowly began to lose her breath, her chest rising and falling repeatedly.

Feeling the movement beneath him, Puss moved his other paw there and tried to grab her modest breasts, but the thick dress prevented him from feeling or playing with them properly.

And despite his burning desire to just rip the dress to shreds, he decided that would be problematic for her to explain, so he restrained himself.

Slowly breaking away from the passionate kiss, he pulled back from her face, which was red and slightly hazy-eyed.

Puss smiled at seeing her like that.

"If you're already like this from just a kiss, how will you be later? I think we'll have to gag you so you don't wake up all of Port Royal with your moans."

He joked, which only made her face turn even redder once she fully understood what he meant.

"I-I won't!" she stammered, confused by Puss's 'dirty' and direct language, something she had never encountered before.

"Well, we'll see, mi dama." Puss teased, giving her a peck and then standing up. "Now, let's take that dress off—it's getting in the way of the good stuff. I'd love to rip it off, but I assume that'd cause you trouble, right?" he said, while also looking to her for confirmation.

That made Elizabeth widen her eyes and quickly wave her hands as she spoke.

"No, don't rip it! This dress was a birthday gift from my father, and I really like it. Besides, it would be very hard to explain why I went to bed and the dress ended up in pieces. It was already strange enough convincing the maids I didn't need help getting ready for bed."

She pleaded, with a serious look.

Puss nodded to her, showing he respected that—and he wasn't really going to tear it apart anyway.

Walking to her back, he looked up at her pale neck with a helpless gaze.

Glancing around, he saw two pillows and quickly grabbed them, stacking them behind her back.

Elizabeth was confused by the movement behind her, but then she felt him touching the collar of her dress.

Puss, standing on the two stacked pillows, slowly and gently began to open her dress from the top, planting soft and gentle kisses on her neck.

But just as he was about to lower the kisses to her back, he found more layers of clothing.

Looking at her corset, he started to untie it and free her body. She even breathed easier once it was loosened.

Then… more clothes.

It was a white chemise.

Grabbing it by the straps and sliding it down over her shoulders to her arms, it slowly fell, finally revealing Elizabeth's bare, white skin.

Puss sighed in relief upon seeing no more clothing there.

Then he began kissing her bare back, giving light nibbles and gentle caresses, sending shivers through her skin, while her dress slipped down to her buttocks, accompanied by the background sound of her soft and breathless moans.

Removing the pillows, Puss finished pulling the dress down as far as he could while she was sitting. After more kisses and tender touches on her warm, fragrant body, he moved to the front and saw her cute breasts, with light brown nipples and areolas.

Seeing his gaze, Elizabeth covered them with her hands, her face red with embarrassment.

"You don't need to hide them—soon you'll be showing them willingly," he teased, kissing her smooth belly softly, making her breath hitch.

Gently guiding her body backward with a confident and disarming smile, she slowly laid down, closing her eyes in embarrassment.

She was still very inexperienced. She wanted this, but she couldn't help feeling shy while doing something so exciting for the first time.

With her now lying down, he took the dress that was at her hips and pulled it down over her smooth legs, leaving her white, beautiful, and delicate body completely exposed to the world.

Smiling, satisfied—it was time for her to see his greatest weapon.

"Elizabeth, you'll want to see this," he said as he opened her legs and approached her pussy, which had a small and charming patch of blonde hair above it.

Embarrassed to feel him so close to that place, even so, she couldn't help but open her eyes and curiously look down there.

That's when she saw, from between Puss's legs, a monster rise and grow larger and larger, casting a great shadow over her stomach.

Of course, it wasn't so big that it would hurt her—it just looked huge in comparison to his small body.

"Mi dama, you'd better bite something, because we don't want you waking up the whole town, do we?" He winked at her with mischief.

Without thinking twice, Elizabeth grabbed her white chemise, rolled it up, and bit down on it.

In that moment, she knew that if she didn't do it now, she wouldn't be able to control herself later.

Smiling in satisfaction, Puss didn't waste any time and began his work—the one he had been so excited to do.

It was going to be a long night.