420. The Tragic Fate of Rogge Mao'en.

Rogal Dorn's Cat-astrophe.

If being turned into a cat was already bad luck, then being pinned to the ground by one's own brother was not merely a matter of bad luck.

Watching Cat-lliman, who was currently buried in his chest and inhaling deeply, Rogal Dorn struggled frantically. However, an arm cannot twist a thigh; even if Cat-lliman had become a fat cat, he was still a powerhouse of a cat with the physical attributes of a Primarch. There was simply no way for Dorn's small arms and legs to break free.

Perhaps the foreplay had been sufficient, for Cat-lliman extended his tongue and began a slow, top-to-bottom lick. Terrified, Dorn shrieked:

"Meow~ Don't, brother!"

"I am Dorn! I am Rogal Dorn! Snap out of it, Cat-lliman! I don't want to be #*# by you, let me go! Don't you fucking love those Eldar chicks? Meow!"

However, Cat-lliman was currently delirious. He had not regained his senses and had completely succumbed to the bestial nature of this body. Hearing the pretty, delicate cat before him calling him "good brother," he became even more excited.

"Oh, beauty, so you like this style? Don't worry, brother will take good care of you."

After speaking, Cat-lliman buried his cat head once more and began a Smooth Licker routine, displaying an incredibly lewd and unique temperament on the body of a cat.

Seeing that he was about to fall victim to a cruel hand and have his flower crushed by Cat-lliman, Dorn felt his sphincter tighten. He swore that he would never let this dog of a brother, Cat-lliman, off the hook.

"Meow, someone save me! Even Russ would do!"

"Oh, it seems I've come at a bad time."

Hearing a dog's bark, Dorn hurriedly turned his head to look. He saw a fat Corgi