Season 3: Catpurr 7: TAKE A BITE

  “Bite me!”

  “BITE ME!”

  “BITE ME!”

  Adam pinched the bridge of his nose as he leaned back on his throne of bone and clay.

  “Shall I administer naptime to the prisoner, your excellency?” Dungeon asked with Adam slouching in his chair.

  For the last forty-three hours, Alencia Vilencial had been screaming the same two words non-stop. Sometimes in quick succession, occasionally in slow barks, and other times in a low growl, whatever the case, Adam was getting a headache.

  Despite gagging the girl, locking her in a new cell fourteen floors down, and covering every entrance to the prison with soil, the heir to the dukedom seemed to possess a skill that allowed her to project her voice.

  So, unfortunately for Adam and every unwanted guest in his home, they were subjected to the constant yammering of a captive noble brat.

  “No, as much as I would like that, I think knocking people out over and over again may be having some adverse effects,” Adam groaned before looking over to the mana mirror that showed him a row of test subjects in various states of confusion after being “naptimed”.

  Fortunately, his current predicament allowed him a steady stream of test subjects to practice theories, but it was proving to provide a mental strain to Adam, who only wanted to sit back and hold his furry friend.

  “Ugh! Kill yourself!” Junith's distant voice spat, followed by a scream from Liza.

  Then there were his “companions.”

  Adam slumped in his throne of bones, several skellie cats rubbing his ankles in an attempt to appease their stressed master.

  “BITE ME YOU COWARD!”

  “Ugh,” Adam groaned aloud before gentle hands began caressing his temples.

  Perhaps I could try and extract the noble girl’s vocal cords. You need only say the word Master,” Dominica offered, her bloodlust intertwined with her silky voice.

  “No, it's fine… just focus on keeping the prisoners in line.”

  “I could always administer lashings? Set up a whipping post? Brand them for their insolence oh! Oh perhaps we could take away a limb until behavior improves?” Dominica suggested gleefully, causing Adam to sit up and stare at the woman.

  He reached down, grabbing a spray bottle taken from the drowthraki world and spritzed the black-haired Catwoman.

  “H-huh?”

  “Bad cat.”

  “W-ha?!”

  “Bad!” Adam shouted, spraying the woman and driving the catwoman away before sitting down in his chair with a loud sigh.

  “What the hel am I supposed to do?” Adam muttered, turning his eyes to the dozens of screens that showed soldiers of the Vilencial family marching through his tunnels.

  Fortunately, with the dark core upgrade, the monsters Dungeon outputted were able to put up a fight, at least against the adventurers.

  But against the professional soldiers and church fanatics, the only defense he had was to keep altering his dungeon floor plan and flooding the area with traps.

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  “What's the projection of the Vilencial team reaching us?” Adam asked before turning his gaze to the countdown

  “Within the week milord,” Dungeon reported with Adam biting his lips.

  “Can we increase monster production to stall them?”

  “Ninty percent of my resources are currently allocated to monster generation with the remainder being used to sustain dungeon shifts and management for all other functions.”

  Adam grumbled, Alencia’s voice echoing out again.

  Maybe I will have to use her… I don't want to stop the adventurers completely as they give me money, but I also don't want stronger foes…

  “How about our inventory? Can we create more deadly traps?” Adam asked.

  “I have attempted fumigating the intruders however their clerics are proving to be adept at creating countermeasures.”

  “Ugh, damn clerics.” Adam groaned, watching a mana mirror of a group of white uniformed priests detoxifying a room.

  There were still a few months before Junith's rescue team arrived, which meant in the meantime he'd have to hold off the duchy forces long enough so he could ambush the enemy and return home.

  “BITE ME!”

  Adam's fingers danced on the armrest of his throne.

  On one hand, passive loot and income he didn't need to work for.

  On the other hand, a potential problem if the duchy soldiers got to him. Of course… there was always his ultimate weapon, but he didn’t want to unleash it until Junith’s rescue team arrived.

  “Damn it Adam!” Junith yelled, barging into Adam’s room wearing her training gear with bags beneath her eyes. “I can't sleep! Do something about her or I will!”

  “Uhm,” Ellie entered the room behind Junith, the girl in fluffy pajamas that blended with her large tail. “Not to be that person but it is hard to sleep.”

  Liza joined in, crawling along the floor before splooting out on the floor and mumbling. “Sleeep.”

  “Fine, I'll deal with it,” Adam sighed with Dominica appearing with a scalpel only for Adam to shake his head at the girl who deflated and shuffled away.

  “Uhm, I… actually have an idea,” Ellie said, standing in front of Adam as he got up.

  “Hm?”

  “Well, from what I understand, you don't want to run a country.”

  “Not at this moment, no.”

  “And you also don't want to convert her.”

  “Correct.”

  “Uhm… then how about we just hold her hostage and have her give them demands to stop sending soldiers? Back in my home world, to prevent war between the underground cities the nobles would trade children to keep them as hostages,” Ellie said, her bushy tail swishing back and forth, “And, if we make her believe that you'll bite her, maybe you could strike a deal that keeps the soldiers away? At least long enough until we have to deal with the other problem.”

  “I…” Adam pursed his lips, turning his head to Junith who nodded in agreement. “That's not a bad idea, thanks Ellie.”

  Adam went to move but was stopped by Ellie again.

  “Wait!”

  “What?”

  “Uhm, here's my idea on how you can sell this.”

  ***

  “BITE ME! BITE ME! BITE ME! BITE ME!” Alencia screamed with mana, her cage rattling from the force of the transmission as the door of her cell finally opened.

  “Alright,” Adam said, the rabid woman wiggling wildly on the floor upon spotting the red-haired cat boy.

  Immediately she pounced, but dozens of skeletal hands rose up, forcing her to the floor.

  “BITE me! You! BITE! Now! I COMMAND THEE!”

  Adam stood over the woman, frown on his face as he moved and kneeled over her.

  “So, you know my secret, that I can turn anyone I bite into a werecat,” Adam said, poking the squirming Alencia. “I can offer you power, strength beyond even the gods. The metamorphosis into a new form.”

  Adam rubbed his finger on Alencia's cheek, caressing her skin, his nails stroking the woman's skin as he locked eyes with the noble bound and gag by bones.

  She quivered, breath still as her body went rigid while Adam leaned down and whispered in her ear.

  “I can make you a werecat,” Adam purred, the heat of his breath tickling Alencia's ear until her face went red. “Do you want that?”

  “MHM! MHMM! MHM!” Alencia screamed through the gag in her mouth.

  Then Adam opened his mouth, his fangs lightly touching Alencia's neck.

  Alencia began to crane her neck to go deeper into Adam's mouth, her body wiggling under his frame.

  Then, Adam pulled away, Alencia's eyes wide.

  “Mhm? MH? MM?!?”

  “But only if you behave,” Adam said before walking out of the room as Alencia began crying.

  ***

  As he left the cell and the soil covered the space, Adam was greeted by his host of nekofolk, the crowd eagerily awaiting the results of his interrogation.

  "So? How'd it go?" Liza asked at the blankly staring catboy wobbling a bit back and forth.

  "Adam?" Ellie asked.

  "Master?" Dominica inquired, the trio stepping forward only to be showered by rainbow colored vomit.