Cleaning the Defiled

"Ugh!"

Huvel was frustrated. If it were other matters, it would have been easy to deal with for him. Just the other day when he went to Winfrey's mansion, he manipulated Edgar to convince the merchants of Four Brown Horses Merchant Group to not act up and continue business as if their chief's crime had nothing to do with them. The appearance of the two knights from the wall was unexpected but he simply accused them of challenging the lord's authority and put them in the jail. Captain Mylan came running for them but that would not become a serious problem.

The matter Huvel could not decide what to do was about Meonando. Ever since he was rescued from Winfrey's mansion, he had been holding himself up in his room, refusing to see anyone including his brother and Huvel. He also refused to go back to his grandfather's place.

Alone, in his room, Huvel thought this and that.

"Well, this incident must have been too shocking for him to get PTSD. But what should I do? There is not any mental therapist in this world who can help! Should I just alter his memories of that day? But since the incident affected him this strongly, he will most likely recall those memories again after a short time.

"Hmm… Now that I think about it, Meodinand also reacted like that when I abused him for the first time. He was so angry at me for a good while. He calmed down… after he accepted there is nothing he could do about it, maybe? But I guess it is useless to compare those two. Meonando had submitted to me from the start and his temperament is different from his brother so… Ugh! Whatever!"

After giving it a good thought, Huvel decided to have a talk with Meonando. He went to his room and knocked the door.

"Kitty, it's me. Open the door."

"… I… I am sorry, master," Meonando replied weakly. "I cannot see you now."

"Ah, alright."

A twisted smile appeared on Huvel's face.

"BAM!"

"Uwah!"

Huvel kicked the door open. Meonando jumped up on his bed out of surprise.

"Ma… Master?" He murmured and cowered at one side of bed, covering himself in a blanket.

"What are you afraid of?" Huvel asked him as he walked closer to the bed. "Do you think I would beat up like that bastard?"

"NO! That's not…"

"Then, what?"

Huvel sat on the bed. He reached out his hand to Meonando's cat-ears to pat them. But Meonando evaded and looked away! Huvel could not help but he got irritated a little.

"Look at me!"

Huvel pushed down Meonando onto the bed. He held the cat boy's chin and looked straight into his eyes.

"You have got guts to ignore me. I have to punish you, bad kitty."

Huvel ran his fingers inside Meonando's ears to tickle him.

"Ah… ahahaha… no master… ahh… It tickles!"

Meonando could not resist the urge to laugh. He covered his ears with his hands so that Huvel cannot tickle him.

Huvel found his reaction to be cute. He moved his head closer Meonando to kiss him. However, Meonando closed his eyes and turned his head away.

"Why you little…" Huvel growled.

"Master, please don't do things like that to me! I am not clean anymore!" Meonando cried suddenly.

"Huh…? You are not what?!"

"I said I am unclean. I was defiled by that man!"

"…"

Huvel did not know what to say. There was a long silence in the room.

"So…, do you mean you don't want me to touch you because you think you are… 'unclean'?"

Meonando nodded slowly, without looking at Huvel.

Huvel face-palmed himself.

"I see," Huvel said with a smug face. "I was worried for nothing, huh? Since you think you are unclean, why don't I clean you?"

"It… is not something that can be cleaned by water," Meonando looked up at Huvel and mumbled.

"If it can't be clean by water, I'll clean it using myself. Where is it that bastard touched you? Here?"

Huvel licked Meonando's neck with his moist, broad tongue.

"Ma... Master, don't do it! I am dirty!"

"Did he touch here too?"

Huvel moved to Meonando's chest, removed the clothing on it and licked it. He paid good attention to the two red, soft nipples and licked them extra clean.

"Did he also defile you here?"

He rubbed Meonando's shoulders and then pulled his hands up. He proceeded to licked the armpits that were covered by some soft fur.

"Or this place?"

Huvel's tongue moved to the little bellybutton.

"AH!"

"I'm doing a cleaning for you and you are feeling it? You naughty cat! I bet you must like it here."

Huvel moved further downward. He held the already half-hard 'flower stalk' with one hand and licked it up like a popsicle. He continued to pull down the cover on the 'flower bud' and licked all over it.

"Master… no… Hmm… mm… mmm…"

Meonando tried to refuse but he could not keep his moan to himself. He was not even aware that his little flower bud was leaking its nectar and his hairy thighs were sandwiching Huvel's head.

"You feel that good, huh? But if you don't move your legs away, I can't continue cleaning, you know?"

"That… that is enough, master. Down there was not… defiled."

Huvel held the legs around his head and moved them away himself. He gave Meonando's buttocks a quick slap.

"Who are you trying to lie? If this place is not defiled, why would blood come out of it?"

"Did… did you see it?! A… anyway, it really is dirty, master. So, don't…. ah~"

Before Meonando could finish talking, Huvel had already licked around the small crack between the soft and hairy buttocks. After the tongue had done its job around the rim, it invaded into the narrow opening.