Morning Ministrations
The long awaited sequel to Midnight Mating is finally here. In this installment, love thrives over personal greed and lust. As the father makes a shocking discovery about his son's whereabouts, he storms back to his farm to confront him. Will the boy get what he deserves? Read and find out! Male humanXfemale feline inside! Compared to the previous part, there's a lot more love and wetness in this one. Have a good time, and if you liked it please consider rewarding this feisty feline with the following treats: Fav if you read itVote if you liked itComment if you're feeling awesome***Joen blinked. Faint morning light spilled from the half
opened window in front of him. It drowned the faded picture of his late wife in
a cascade of orange hues, soft and beautiful. Did he dream of her? He couldn't
remember, nor did it matter. Dead was dead, and past passed. Joen rolled to his feet, pushed his head through the window
and took a mouthful of crisp morning air. It filled his nose with suave scents
and stirred his numb senses.He rubbed the morning haze from his eyes, checked the
taskbook on his nightstand, found herb gathering scheduled for today, picked a
dull piece of charcoal and underlined it. No clouds meant no rain, and drought
favored the growth of peacebloom and briarthorns, two of the plants he needed
most.Joen grabbed a deerskin tunic, a pair of burnt leather
leggings from a corner, a waist satchel and stuffed a sack of linen into one of
the tunic's pockets, just in case. He stopped before Tien's door, one hand
aloft for a knock. Wake him up? The boy called himself a man, yet even chickens
woke up before him. Joen sighed. He would realize his mistake when all the
animals of their farm started to bleat, neigh, and stomp furiously.Once outside, Joen dunked his head into a water barrel and
ruffled his short cropped hair to get the droplets out of it. His fingers
stopped among the rough spikes of his beard. It needed trimming, but not today.
His heart swelled within his chest at the sight of the barn. He strode towards
it with purpose, swallowed to wet his throat, and pushed the twin doors open.Lya stood on her haunches, a low whine rumbling in her
throat. The closer Joen got to her, the more her tail tip twitched and the
harder her breath grew. She pushed her head forward, licking and pawing at the
air in anticipation."Morning's blessing upon you, Lya." Joen bowed, and Lya
dipped her head in mutual respect. Her posture stiffened, and she licked her
muzzle as her eyes scanned him. Joen chuckled when her slits fixated on his
beard."So you noticed. Well, I'm old and lazy."She growled at that, calling his bluff."I'm still old."She cocked her head and whined."Middle aged?"She chuffed and lifted a paw. Joen grabbed it and squeezed a
toe between his fingers. It was almost as big and broad as his palm, only
smoother, softer, and warm. So warm. He slid the pads of his fingers across her
paw, scratching at her pads with his fingers. She jerked her foot, hissed, and
placed it back on the floor. Joen smiled. "Next time, don't remove my boots, pin me down,
and call me ticklish. Else you'll get a lot more of this." He pressed a finger
between her nostrils, and she brushed it aside with a curt lick. She started to
pace around, growl and sway her head. The obsidian chain rattled, yet she
seemed to pay no mind to her tethers. Joen tried to slink around her and grab the collar, but she
had none of that. Her paws slid across his arms, and she kept nuzzling his
head."Oh fine, you fluff ball," Joen conceded. He wrapped his
arms around her neck and caressed her sensitive scruff. A purr burst in her
throat, soft and enticing. "Though you never told me why you always want a hug
in the morning, or where you heard fancy terms like 'middle aged.'"She shook her head, and Joen grinned. Always a tease, his
Lya. He produced a key from his tunic's pocket and unlocked her collar. "There.
I unleash you upon the world."Lya's purr deepen as she brushed her head against him, then
dug her nose hard into his chest to demand rubs on the sides of her muzzle. She didn't want the world. Only him.Joen caressed her with broad, tantalizing strokes. Her purr
acquired the high pitched nature of a moan, and her tail stood erect. She
crumbled onto her belly and rolled onto her back to kick her paws at the air,
growl and lick at whatever part of his body her tongue touched. "You're gonna scrape these clothes too, like you did with
the rest?"Lya froze at that. She rolled onto her feet, tilted her head
and regarded him with those deep aquamarine eyes. Joen sighed and slumped his
shoulders."I didn't mean that. It's called sarcasm. Humans use it to..."
he trailed off when she blinked more than three times."I'll tell you on the way then?"She growled her approval and padded towards the saddle.Joen shook his head. "We won't need that today."She flicked her tail to the side, unconvinced. "I'll gather herbs while you do whatever you want to do."Lya grabbed a linen sack from a corner, pushed its mouth
open with a paw, and stuffed some hay in it. Joen rolled his eyes. "Briarthorns have spikes and
Peacebloom is so acrid it will make you snarl for a whole day."Lya held the sack's body with a paw, grabbed its mouth
between her jaws and swiped some hay inside it with her other paw.Joen grinned. "You always find a way, eh?"She mrowled and rubbed her cheek against his face. Joen
scratched her under the jaw. "I know I'm too little for you."Lya crouched and looked at him expectantly. Her shoulder
still reached up to his breast, and her head stood at eye level with him."Still little."She rolled onto her back to present her star speckled belly.
"You're seducing a man who is still too little for you."She swept him off his feet with a hind paw and caught him
onto her chest, right between her oversized paws. She dabbed at him with the
smooth tip of her tongue, flexed her toes to rub at his chest. Joen melted in
her embrace. He allowed her to have her way with him until a rooster's call
pierced through her purr.She let go of him, and Joen wiped off her affection from his
face when her head perked in the direction of the sound. "We better go. Tien's
gonna be up."She growled at the name; a grave, harsh sound that sent a
shiver through Joen's frame. The boy didn't have a soft spot for Lya, but she
never raised her hackles at the mere mention of his name. Joen smoothened them,
and her growl died in her throat, replaced by a low moan. She nuzzled his hand
and nipped on the tip of his finger. She only did that when trying to change
the topic. He patted her shoulder and pointed forward. The Nightsaber burst
through the doors, roaring and growling her delight as she dashed across the
meadows of their farm.Her moment of hostility still weighed upon Joen's mind as he
plucked his first peacebloom. Lya grumbled behind him, and Joen turned around.
She raked at the ground with her claws and stuffed more dirt than plant into
her bag. Joen still smiled and nodded at her, and she mewled gleefully. They continued collecting herbs for the better part of the
morning. Joen cut and stuffed in whatever briarthorn and earthroots he found,
while Lya filled her sack with peacebloom, silverleaves, and even a few
mageroyals. She raised her head defiantly when Joen confronted her on the
matter of who found most herbs, and they both emptied their sacks and satchel,
in Joen's case."Five dozen and five," he said, then leaned towards her to
peer at the number she scratched on the ground. Her paw covered it. Lya lifted
it...And Joen gasped when he saw the value. "Seven dozen and
four?"Lya sprawled on her back and slapped at his legs with her
tail. "Wait, this wasn't even a contest."She hissed."And even if it was, we didn't agree on a prize for the
winner."She extended one of her hind paws towards him. Mud clung
onto the hair tufts between her pads."It's dirty."She twitched it persistently. "The things I do for you..." Joen uncorked his water skin and
emptied it over her paw, sliding his fingers through the crevices of her pads
to get out the mud. He had to hold her paw still with a hand and work with the
other, but Lya still jerked it, and jerked it, and jerked it."Serves you right. You insisted, after all." She growled and flexed her now clean toes.Joen licked his lips, grabbed her paw between his hands, and
took a deep breath. Although clean, her pads still oozed earthy fragrance. Joen
began with her toes, brushing them and squeezing them in turns before switching
onto her central pad. It took both of his hands to encompass it and squeeze,
soft yet hard enough to flare her purr to a higher pitch. Once done with the
prelude, Joen worked his tricks. He pressed his thumbs hard and fast onto her
central pad while caressing her toes with his other fingers. Tremors ran
through sensitive pads, and Joen clenched his jaw as a jolt ran through his
loins. Nightsabers had very sensitive paws, and even a slight caress aroused
them.Only, he did more than that. He clutched her pad, circled
her toes with tantalizing strokes and kept at it, no matter how she twitched
and jerked in his grasp.Lya's tail rocked with pent up lust, and her slit shuddered
and unleashed a spurt of arousal. Joen gulped at the sight. His member pulsated
to life and hardened within its confines with each throb. Moisture oozed from
her pads as well, slightly oily and bearing the same pungent touch as her
trickle of arousal. Joen switched to the crevices of her paw. Those areas were
the most sensitive, and even a dab made Lya yowl with lust and jerk her paw
away from him.Joen pet her rump and settled besides her slit, cross
legged. Lya blinked her dreamy eyes at him. Her paws flexed with the urge to
shift onto her belly for a proper mounting, but Joen placed a hand upon her
lower belly. "Stay like this. The winner gets more than just a foot massage."She whined and flicked her tail across his leggings. "This is your moment. Please respect my choice."She held his gaze for a whole minute before she relented.
Her tail wrapped around his shoulders, and her head dropped onto the ground. A
loud sigh followed.Joen licked his lips. His erection still throbbed painfully
within his leggings, yet Lya proved herself more than capable. She deserved
something equally capable within her, not his tiny human cock.Joen slithered his fingers down her lower belly, traced the
curve of a haunch, then descended upon her shivering lips. Her slickness coated
his fingers, and Joen bit back a gasp as he pierced her folds with the tip of
his finger. She released a yowl and a spurt right away, and her nether tunnel
squeezed harder than it should around him.She was so close to climax already!Joen swallowed hard. Pre slithered through his cock at the
sight of her soaked folds. His heart thundered in his chest, and his temples
throbbed with the urge to unlace his leggings, get out his junk, sink his
length inside her and release his burdening seed.Human urges. Nothing more. His Lya deserved better, and he
wanted to stick true to his promises.He pressed his thumb tight across his palm, squeezed his
four fingers close to each other, and slid inside her, little by little. Lya
tensed up. Her paws curled inwards, her tail tightened around his shoulder, and
a roar built within her throat, raw and filled with lust. Joen clenched his
jaws at her eager muscles kneading around his fingers, at the ripples running
through them. The more he sank into her tight depths, the broader and more
frequent her squeezes became.When his hand slid in up to his thumb, Joen spread his
fingers slowly inside her, prodding at her soft ridges and silky patches with
the pads of his fingers. Lya's muscles convulsed. She roared her bliss as her
climax surged out of her and burst through her shivering folds. The spurts
pelted Joen's leggings and drenched his thighs with slimy, pungent ooze. Before Joen could even draw a breath and recover, Lya turned
around and licked at the mess she made."You don't have to--" Joen croaked and pressed his clean hand
against her nose. "Don't clean it. Just bask in your afterglow and--"Joen's words cut off as he spotted a string of ivory upon
his fingers. He rubbed them together, yet the film of faded white persisted.
Joen brought it up to his nose to smell it, but her sweet fragrance muffled it.A cold shudder crept through Joen's spine as he realized
what it was.Human seed.Yet he didn't mate her in more than a fortnight. It couldn't
possibly--Tien.His hands froze, and Lya licked away the proof during his
moment of distraction. Joen's head whirled under the weight of his discovery,
and so did his vision. He fell upon his side and blinked, and blinked, and
blinked, until the world stopped spinning and Lya's thin whimper filled his
ears.She stood around him, curled, and Joen realized her front
paws held him in place when a shiver crept through his frame."I'm good," he whispered. "Just had a moment of weakness."Lya licked at his nape and pressed her paws tighter against him
when another shiver rocked Joen."I'm good, I promise." He pushed at Lya's paws, but the
Nightsaber pushed back. "Please."She growled faintly and refused to budge.Joen coughed. His stomach lurched, and bile rose up his
throat. He swallowed hard and fast to keep it contained."Lya..." he trailed off at the mention of her name, at the
tight warmth of her embrace and the purr filling his ears. He turned his head
around, until her tongue filled his face and his lips pressed against her nose.
"I love you," he whispered. "More than anything."He gritted his teeth, grabbed a paw and pinched a sensitive
pad before he broke down.She let go of him and appeared at his side when Joen
staggered onto his feet. She pushed at his spine with her muzzle, urging him onto
her back.Joen flashed a smile. "Gratitude, but we walk back home. Can
you grab my sack as well?" Joen's hands trembled, and his temples threatened to
explode under the weight of his discovery.Lya swiped at his pouch and grabbed it on the way to their
sacks. She walked at his side in complete silence, her eyes shifting towards
him at every step.Joen sank his gaze to avoid hers. He couldn't bear looking
into her pure, amethyst eyes; couldn't bear seeing her casual footsteps and her
twitching tail after what had happened. Joen brushed off her reaction at
hearing Tien's name, and now, its implications threatened to make him snap.He raped her. His own boy raped Lya while she was bound,
unable to flee. Not that she would. She was too affectionate, and too kind to
deny others of their pleasure. And his boy--his own boy--took advantage of her.Tears welled within the corners of Joen's eyes. He was too
numb to stop them. He sank to his knees and cried. He cried over Lya's muffled
growl and sniffled whenever her tongue poked at his cheek. She tried to comfort
him by wrapping her tail around his shoulder, by sprawling onto her side and
attempt to drag him onto her belly. Joen smiled at her attempts. Each brought
his a measure of relief, until his eyes dried and his fists hardened with
purpose."Stay close to my side," he said when their farm loomed in
sight. "Do not go out of eyesight or earshot."Lya perked her ears and tilted her head at his request, but
nuzzled his arm in approval. Joen chuckled and wrapped an arm around her
shoulder. Let Tien see them. Let his see who he chose to spend his time with.He found him cutting logs in the backyard. "Good morrow, m'
boy" Joen said.Tien split a log, then looked up at him. His eyes looked
hollow inside the bony sockets of his gaunt face. "It's noon." He lowered his
gaze onto a log and split it with a single blow. "Easy to keep track of time
when you do everything alone. Where've you been?""Collecting herbs. Lya offered to help."Tien scoffed. "Like she can do that." He hefted his axe and
struck another log."Lya," Joen said, and pointed forward. The Nightsaber
lowered her sack, grabbed its bottom, and pulled up her head to empty its
contents."Cute," Tien said as he grabbed another log."Look at what she gathered, Tien.""I'm busy." He lifted his axe."Look at it, boy!" His axe froze mid swing, and he looked. A grunt escaped him. "If she's so capable, why isn't she
splitting logs?" Tien dug his axe into the ground crossed his arms atop the axe's
handle and rested his chin on top of them. "Why isn't she feeding the animals,
tilling the lands, doing something other than licking her cunt all day?"Joen clenched his jaws and tightened his fists at that.
Patience. He had to have patience. Tien was his son, and he had to understand
his mistakes. Lya brushed her head against his shoulder, and Joen fondled one
of her ears."You wanted to be a man. Prove that you are capable of being
one."Tien's eyes widened.
"A man, you say. How can I be a man, when I never took a woman?""Love her first, take her second," Joen corrected. "Do you
know what love is, Tien?""I have nobody to love!" he shrieked. "Nobody who looks at
me!" His fingers dug into his tunic and he pulled it forward, so hard it ripped
across a shoulder. "That's all they see papa! How can they see me, when SHE,"
he thrust a finger towards Lya, "took everything Mother had, everything WE
had?!"Joen caressed Lya across her back. "You still have the house."Tien blinked in surprise. Greed sparkled within his eyes for
a moment. "My house?""Yours," Joen emphasized. "You're a man. If you can handle
the chores, it's yours."He rubbed Lya under her chin. She lowered her head, and Joen
placed a kiss upon her brow. "Go rest. You did well today."She turned around to present her soggy slit to Tien as she
headed towards the barn. Joen noticed the hunger within his eyes, the thump of
his foot as his wicked serpent awoke and grew within his breeches. He blinked
twice, then propped the axe against a log and turned towards the outhouse."If you give her a break, I'll take a break myself."Joen gave him a head start, then followed in his footsteps.
Would he give in to his lust, and prove his suspicion? Joen shivered due to
nerves. Each step carried him closer towards the outhouse, towards the destiny
of his only son and heir.His grunts and moans of fake satisfaction oozed through the
thin boards of the outhouse. Joen slammed the door open, and Tien froze, his
eyes wide as dinner plates as his wrist froze around his stiff cock.Joen gripped his tunic and hurled him forward. The so called
man whined and moaned as he tumbled down the slope. "Leave," Joen said.Tien shot onto his feet, tightened his fists, strode
forward, then staggered back when his eyes bore into Joen's. "Leave or Lya will give you what you deserve," Joen roared.The boy sank to his knees and sprawled his arms in apology.
"I had--she offered herself--I only wanted--""You raped her!" Joen thundered. "You violated her
instincts, tainted her with your vile, despicable seed!"Joen trembled with the urge to hit him, to beat him bloody,
to...Then he saw it. Defiance, burning within his son's eyes dark
eyes. Defiance and greed. He didn't mean it. He meant none of it."You believe h...her. A stupid animal that only shits and
piss," his words cut off as he gulped, "over your own son?""Lya!" Joen bellowed.The Nightsaber joined his side in several wide leaps. Tien
scrambled to his feet, lurched backward when he tripped onto his lowered
breeches, and fell."Did he mate you?"She whined and bristled her hackles."Did you enjoy it?"She roared at the boy. He scrambled onto his feet, only to
fall again."Leave, my son," Joen growled. "W--where should I go?" he stammered."LEAVE!"Lya strode forward, and Tien rose his arms defensively and
shrieked like a wounded beast. At least he recognized his mistake. This time, he pulled his
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