Gothnoli | NSFW EaC! Commission for DiscountDan (Patreon)

There were a lot of things that I’d expected when I came back to get Cannoli in Irisil. Like a cute reunion between her and Keke. Or a full-blown [Priest] ready to heal our Party when we needed it. Definitely Buttons eating all of our peanuts at dinner.

The black-clad woman sitting on my bed and staring at the floor, however, had not been on my bingo card.

Cannoli’s bright white-pink hair was the same, and that was about it. She’d exchanged her adorable sailor uniform for a black, bell-sleeved dress with a lot of lace and a lot of corset strings. It cut high on her thighs to reveal lacy stockings that disappeared beneath black boots. I’d never recalled her being one for makeup, but now she wore heavily applied dark eyeliner, dark red lipstick, and dark purple eyeshadow.

In a word, my healer had gone goth.

“Alright, Cannoli. What happened?” I asked, leaning against the vanity in the room. She hadn’t said a word to me or Keke when we found her. I’d had to take her hand and practically drag her to the room.

Cannoli looked up at me. Silent. Somehow, her ruby red eyes had turned from warm, bright, and welcoming to flat, uncaring, and vampiric.

“When we parted ways, I’d never seen this, uh, look on you,” I continued. I probably shouldn’t have found it unbelievably sexy on Cannoli, but I’m a simple man. “Are you okay?”

“Saoirse is dead,” Cannoli murmured. The usual pep in her voice was completely gone. “She’s abandoned all of her catgirls.”

I blinked. That’s a start. “And what brought you to that line of thinking?”

Cannoli clapped her hands in her lap and looked down. “You weren’t there, Matt. You didn’t have to see the mirrors.” She shuddered. “Our goddess is a farce. [Dark Priest]s have the right idea.”

A farce, huh? “Does that mean you’re a [Dark Priest] now?”

“Almost. I’ve been training here in Irisil. Priscilla is very kind, and—” Just as the barest hints of bouncy Cannoli bled back into her words, she cleared her throat and shook her head. “This is me now, Matt.”

Hm. “Do you want to talk about the mirrors?”

Cannoli shook her head.

“Okay. Why didn’t you want to talk to Keke?” I asked.

“She won’t understand this.”

“But you left Buttons with her?”

Cannoli nodded and, in a voice just above a whisper, said, “He’s hungry.”

We still love the little blazard, I see. Some of Cannoli was still in there somewhere. Behind all the makeup and lace. “Am I allowed to say that I missed you?”

Cannoli licked her lips, and a tiny hint of pink rose to her cheeks. Damn, that wasn’t foundation she was wearing. She really just was that pale. “Men shouldn’t miss catgirls,” she said flatly. “We’re simply here to use and leave behind.”

That made me a little angry. I moved to sit next to her on the bed. She was wearing a perfume I’d never smelled before. Up close, I could see her skin through the thick lace of her sleeves. No, Kelmer. You’re angry, remember? “Do you feel like I’ve used you?”

She let her hair fall over her shoulders and mask her face.

Yeah, I thought so. “Does it mean nothing to you that I came back to get you?”

“Just to use me now,” Cannoli said.

My anger flared. “You keep saying that.” I spotted her tail curled around her back and thigh. I snatched it up and wrapped it around my hand, stroking near the base with my thumb. A squeaky gasp hissed through her lips, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. “Do you want to be used?” I growled low into her ear.

She fought to bring composure back to her features. “I-it doesn’t matter what I want. Y-you’ll just do it anyway,” she stammered behind her hand.

“That’s not an answer.” I grabbed a fistful of her long hair and yanked her head back. She squealed and her hands shot to her sides, fingers digging into the blanket beneath us. The corset she wore tightly pushed her small breasts together, and the low neckline of her dress showed them off spectacularly. “You have goosebumps,” I said.

“I-I…mnh…” Whatever Cannoli had wanted to say melted into a moan when I traced the curve of her neck with my tongue. More followed when I sank my teeth into her skin. She wanted to play vampires? We could play vampires. Her hands balled into fists in her lap.

“You what?” I demanded, moving my mouth to the tops of her breasts.

“I’m j-just your—hah—t-toy.” Her voice vibrated against my lips.

“Is that what you want?” I strengthened my grip around her tail. She smelled incredible. I’d forgotten just how soft and supple her skin was. “To be used as my toy?”

Cannoli’s trembling fingers moved to the hem of her dress, and she slowly lifted it higher on her thighs. She wouldn’t say it, it seemed, but she certainly had no problem showing it. Fine with me.

Letting go of her tail, I kept my hold on her hair and slid my hand between her thighs. The slightest wriggle of her hips when my fingers reached her panties was enough to set my veins on fire.

I slid her panties to the side, moved my mouth to hers, and plunged my tongue down her throat just as I buried two fingers inside her heat. Her moan echoed inside my mouth, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. She was soaked.

“Eager little toy,” I murmured against Cannoli’s lips. She gasped for air in the brief interim between kisses, and I watched her eyes roll back behind their purple lids. “You’ve wanted to be used so bad.”

Cannoli’s hips rolled against my hand. “Another finger,” she whimpered.

“Can a toy make requests?”

“Matt. P-please.” Her chest lifted and fell in a hypnotic rhythm with her breaths.

I couldn’t say no to Cannoli for long. Call me a pushover. I slid a third finger inside of her, stretching her wider to fit. She cried out, and it made my heart race. The throbbing against my pants was getting harder to ignore.

Cannoli lifted her feet from the floor and rested her heels on the bed, butterflying her legs outward. “Ngh!” She thrust her hips down, and her toes curled.

I brought her head down to the bed and swapped my grip from her hair to her throat. Her eyes snapped open, and her hands moved to my forearm. But there was no way in hell she could push me off—not with all the muscle I’d gained.

I carefully squeezed the upper end of her throat, cutting off her air while I pumped her with my fingers.

Her tail joined her hands in curling around my wrist, and I watched her face while I blocked off her moans. She writhed beneath me, knees still splayed to the side, struggling to keep her eyes open and struggling to take breaths when I let her.

Every rotation of my hand came back slicker, dripping with her excitement. I could feel her walls tensing around my fingers more and more as I moved. I curled my middle finger and won a strained moan between clamps around her throat. Her hands and tail on my arm stopped trying to push me away, instead steadying to keep me there. Her breath was hot on my forearm, and a line of saliva ran down the corner of her mouth.

I wanted to tear off that dress and see her perfect pink nipples turn hard. I wanted to watch her bounce naked around my hand.

No. Fuck that. I wanted to watch her like this around my cock.

I released her throat and unlaced her corset strings—enough time in Nyarlea had taught me how to do it one-handed. She fought for air while she watched me. Pleasure consumed her expression and lit renewed fires in her ruby eyes. When I had the strings free, I withdrew my hand from between her legs and stood. I had her dress over her head and my pants down before she’d completely caught her breath.

“You want to be used?” I asked, aligning my shaft to her heat. “Fine.”

“M-Matt! Ah!”

I penetrated her with every fiber of my being, not stopping until my hips met hers. She wrapped her quivering legs around my waist and raked her nails over the blanket.

Even after warming her up with three fingers, Cannoli’s body was so tight around mine. But the look on her face commanded that I didn’t let that slow me down.

So I didn’t. I thrust inside my cute, friendly, adorable Cannoli like she was molded just for me. Caked in dark makeup, wearing black, lacy leggings, and calling my name like a prayer. I pinned her arms beside her head and drank in the bounce of her chest; the hardened buds on her breasts.

“Just like that!” Cannoli cried, lifting her hips and letting me get a new angle. “It feels so good!”

“What a good toy.” I rolled her nipple against my tongue. She moaned and wrapped her tail around my thigh. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes! Please!” Her voice reached its highest octave, and I could feel the first pulses of her orgasm.

“Then come, Cannoli.”

Cannoli’s fingernails dug into the palms of her hands, and her knuckles turned white. Her heels skipped higher on my back, and her tail tightened against my leg. A sharp cry tore from her throat, and her convulsions clamped down on my shaft. I gasped and pushed through it.

Until I couldn’t anymore. “My turn.”

I climaxed with her, and my voice joined hers. White dots exploded in my vision, and every muscle in my body tensed. She raised her hips and pressed hard against me, opening her eyes and locking my gaze.

“Don’t waste anything,” Cannoli murmured.

“Good girl.” I grabbed her thighs and ground down against her. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her tail twitched. Regardless of her healing choices, this was a side of Cannoli that I could get used to.

We stayed that way until the throbbing slowed, and I couldn’t stay inside of her any longer. I pulled out and put my pants back on. Cannoli let her feet slide to the floor, but she remained lying on the bed without her dress.

I sat down beside her and took her hand. “Cannoli, are you okay?”

Cannoli nodded. At least some of the life had returned to her eyes.

“Was this okay?”

“Mhm.” Or maybe that light was my imagination.

I shook my head. “If you won’t talk to me, will you talk to Keke?”

Cannoli sighed. “I guess so. I have to get Buttons back, anyway.” She traced a circle around her navel with her free hand. “She’ll want to know about this, too.”

“We can both tell her.” I squeezed her hand. “Do you want to stay in our Party?” I asked.

“I… I do.”

“Good.” That was one less thing to worry about. I traced the back of her hand with my thumb and looked over the bite marks I’d made on her skin. “Do you want me to use you again?”

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Yes.”

Yeah. I could definitely get used to this side of Cannoli.