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A clear knock rang out throughout the small room in Halcard church. The thick stone walls and small window were designed to resist a siege, but also worked to trap sound, making that foreboding noise sound even louder than it was. "Yes? Who is it?" Asked the occupant of the room. He was a feline of some sort with a rusty, almost red tabby fur pattern, sitting at a basic desk with a candle illuminating some paperwork. Se Lalin's name was all over the documents.

A firm female voice followed. Instantly recognizable to everyone in the church, its presence was enough to send chills down the spine of anyone there. "Reconnaissance Lieutenant Percival Oakes? It is Head Inquisitor Pardinus. I have some items to discuss." It was not a request.

The previously calm cat quickly put away what he was working on and nearly fell over standing up at his desk. He paused for a moment to take a deep breath, but it didn't calm him as much as he hoped. "Inquisitor Catherine", he says as he moves to open the door for her. "I... I was not expecting a visit from you." His voice noticeably cracks, forcing him to clear his throat as the door swings open. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"It is actually Head Inquisitor now, but such small things I can let pass." Catherine had a smile on her face as she entered the room. Something about that mock friendliness was deeply unnerving. Like so many things in the church it was merely a thin veneer, something to hide her real emotions. If she let that show it might still be a smile. But it would be one of pure predatory viciousness, not joviality.

The big lynx strolledin and looked around, her height advantage over the cat clearly visible. He wasn't short, but she could still look down on him. "The reason for my visit is first of all to offer my congratulations. Your work back in spring that led to the arrest of two merchants was quite admirable." Right now she wasn't looking at him, but at his things. Looking for something obvious like subversive literature, rations, rope. Things to escape with.

Nothing was forthcoming, so Catherine kept up her verbal probing instead. "Were you aware that they were providing the metal that the witches used in their daggers? Just think of all the pain and suffering that you saved our sisters and brothers from experiencing." It would have been an effective guilt trip. But Percy knew what fate he had sent them to for selling even basic supplies.

"It was only my duty, High Inquisitor. I am proud to serve the Goddess' will." It was a very practiced line at this point. There was a reason that had been his last action of any note, a reason that he hadn't turned anyone else in since then.

"However, there is more." He knew that she wasn't here to praise him, but his heart still sunk at her words. "There are rumors that you are having doubts, that you do not adhere to the faith as you used to." Catherine had a very genuine looking face of concern right now, but it was just as fake as her smile from before. "Is there any truth to these rumors Lieutenant? We all have our moments of weakness, you may speak freely of it."

That last sentence was the greatest lie yet. No one could truly speak freely under the gaze of the Church. So his response was again practiced, "What? Who could have said such a thing? Was it one of my subordinates? I wouldn't put that kind of slander beyond them if they want my rank!" His mock shock was perhaps the worst acting of either of them so far.

Catherine did not seem amused by the mock offense or the blaming of subordinates. Nor did she seem fooled. "No. Those who work with you are jealous and spread rumors, of course. But I would not be here for a trifle such as that." She gestures at the bed, and what she tells him next isn't a question. It's an order. "Sit down. Let us talk about this. You are not in trouble yet. But you are very close. You will do well to listen."

Percival's blood ran cold at her sudden tone shift. He knew that he was in deep trouble. "Yes Ma'am", he said quietly as he sat down on the bed. She looked down at him, still standing. Her command of the situation, of him was inexorable. "I'm listening", he said quietly.

Catherine knew what she was going to say by heart. "This Church is founded upon the worship of the one true creating Mother. We do not deny other divinities, other powers. But there is only one who created the Earth and the Sun, and only one who perverted her pure Earth with the light of the Moon, who used her magic not for healing, but for power." This was all doctrinal, all foundational. The things one would tell a schoolchild. Or read at the gallows. "So I would wonder why you are so interested in those who worship this Moon. Those who reject the Mother's teachings of purity and restraint. Those who do not recognize that this world is not equal, nor should it be."

Catherine's questioning isn't as pointed as Percy had expected. Not yet anyways. "Well... It's my task to observe them, for starters. I can't help but wonder why these people think what they think." He pauses. "It's strange, though, isn't it? What do we know that these people don't? Why do they think what they think? If we could identify that, surely we could try to eliminate the core of their belief and take them all down at once. Don't you think so?"

Catherine had heard this line before. It started with something logical about learning their ways, then quickly blossomed into wanting to go there, then wanting to stay there. If they were ever heard from again that was. Usually there was already a lover or a desire or a philosophy that they were hooked on. It wasn't a spontaneous decision, but the work of long exposure to propaganda and temptation.

Se Lalin's message would be very tempting to someone like Oakes. Having a half-domestic, half-predatory heritage meant he was never truly accepted by his peers. His fur pattern in particular made him visibly different, showcased his domestic side more than his wild half. Good for gaining the trust of those he was surveilling in the field, but it only made life harder for him here in the Church.

That was what Catherine was here for. He was an asset, and she knew she would lose him and all of his valuable connections if he was allowed to leave. But she had no intention of letting him leave. "Ours is the only way to live as the Mother intended", she started, "However I differ from most others in this respect. I believe there is still some room for our desires. Still ways to use the powers denied us. So long as we repent."

Percy fully expected her to state what his punishment would be. His new terms of probation and repentance. She had no plans of the sort. "Ukuthula", she intoned. The word was accompanied by a translucent wave emanating from her that spread to all corners of the room. Instantly the sound of a bird chirping outside the window stopped.

Percival's eyes went wide in absolute shock. "That was... that was..." Had she really just done that?

"Magic?" Asked Catherine casually. "Yes of course. And as to your next question, yes it is forbidden. However, one can not hunt witches successfully without a few tricks of their own. This is my belief. If the use is in service of the Church, if it will further the Mother's goals, then one can still repent for even the most twisted of acts."

Not a word of what she said made Percival less shocked. The Head Inquisitor herself had just used forbidden magic in front of his eyes. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, words not coming. What could he even say? She had just broken a cardinal rule. Made his wavering of faith seem trivial in comparison. Not to mention that it would make for incredible blackmail material.

Something was wrong though. What should have been an earth-shattering act didn't seem to phase Catherine one bit. "That spell simply disallows sound from entering or leaving. So we shall not be interrupted."

Interrupted? Before Percy could ask about that Catherine advanced on him, putting a powerful paw on each of his shoulders. Forcing him onto his back on the bed, the raw strength of her body making it feel absolutely unstoppable. She was so close to him now, towering over his slender feline frame. Fighting back was out of the question, there was simply no way he could win. "What are you- doing?", was all he managed to stammer out.

Catherine's face warped into a sadistic grin. "Sinning", she answered simply. Her left arm moved from his shoulder to pin his throat, holding down his neck by pressing her weight on her forearm. That freed her right hand to move to his chest, her claws extending as she did.

Percival was sure that his life was going to end right then and there. She'd rip his heart from his chest and that would be it. He closed his eyes, accepting that fate. A horrible ripping noise filled the air and he recoiled in terror... but he was still alive. Opening one eye he peered down and found the only thing she had actually attacked were his clothes. Torn all the way down to his pants, rent straight past his crotch. The loosened fabric fell off of his body in places, exposing him to a point that no other person had seen before.

"I had always hoped to get this chance with you," Catherine commented. "Such a lovely form. You must get that from your domestic side, your mother, yes?" She wasn't really looking for an answer. Just idly admiring him as she pulled his clothes away bit by bit, eyes wandering from stripe to stripe. Oranges and rusty reds, all the way down his body. Slowly trainly down to his crotch poking out from what remained of his pants.

Finally the shock wore off enough that Percy was able to speak. "You... you.. What are you doing?!?" He squirmed around under her, trying to get away. Some added pressure on his neck nearly cutting off his air convinced him to stop that. Instead he just whimpered, unsure of what was happening.

Catherine was undoing her own shirt now, which only added to his surprise and confusion. Was she going to do... those things with him? It certainly made her comments about his body make sense. But why?

As if reading his mind Catherine spoke. "It matters not why I am doing this. But know that I WILL do it. Whether you fight it or accept it is your choice. I would advise you do not fight it." Her shirt fell open completely, revealing far more of the Head Inquisitor than the Lieutenant ever thought he would see. Despite his struggling he could feel himself start to become aroused by the sights in front of him, the body atop him.

"I-i-inquisitor-", he started saying something, but struggled to find the words. A deep blush was starting to form under his fur, the cat embarrassed by the reactions of his body. But it only got more intense as Catherine pushed her pants down, letting him see everything.

"Head Inquisitor", she corrected him again. With a shove she pushed him further onto the bed, only his feet hanging over the edge now. He was no longer fighting against her at all, too transfixed with her body as she climbed onto the bed over him. She was on her knees straddling his body now, still using the arm pinning his neck for support.

There was a moment of tension as Percy fully realized what was going to happen. Even with his clothes torn and her unrobing he still wasn't sure she would ACTUALLY do it. But Catherine wasn't slowing down. She lowered herself onto his mostly-hard shaft, her hot and wet folds feeling heavenly even just resting on him.

He couldn't hold back a moan, and that sound of pleasure only encouraged Catherine. She growled her approval, grinding herself up and down to tease him to his full length. "Good boy", she snarled out, feeling how he was growing beneath her. There was no denying that his body was liking it.

Catherine wasn't here just to tease him though. The same hand that had disrobed them now reached for his cock. Taking a firm hold of it, her rough hands making the cat beneath her shiver. He knew just how strong those paws were, how easily she could shred him. But instead she just angled him towards her entrance, positioning him just right.

That moment seemed to last forever. And then it all happened at once. Catherine sat down on his cock, her arousal easily allowing him to slide inside. It felt heavenly, the warmth of the Inquisitor's body around him was only matched by how silky her inner walls felt on him. He moaned aloud, suddenly very grateful for the silencing spell.

"Good boy!", she repeated much more enthusiastically this time. A wicked smile was on her face, she was enjoying herself almost as much as he was. Catherine pulled herself up, up, so high he was afraid she would pull out completely. Then all at once she thrust back onto him, bottoming out again before settling into a comfortable pace of moving up and down. Just enjoying herself on his body.

For her it was a comfortable and enjoyable tempo. For him it was a mind-blowing experience. So much better than his hand, he couldn't stop himself from thrusting up into her. His eyes closed while his tongue lolled from his mouth. "F-fuck", he groaned out. He couldn't contain the pleasure, balling his hands into tight fists. Gripping at the sheets, his whole body squirming this way and that.

Catherine was pleasantly surprised at how much he enjoyed it. He must have actually been truthful to his vows, unlike so many. Unfortunately she could tell he wouldn't last long. Good for her schedule, not for her pleasure. She kept up the thrusting at her own pace, determined to at least get what she could out of it. She saw the signs though. Knew it wouldn't be long. Catherine relaxed, focusing inside of herself. She felt her magic and prepared it for her next spell.

"Catherine I'm... I...", Percy gasped out beneath her. He was thrusting up into her at a frantic pace now, totally lost in his pleasure. There was nothing on his mind but emptying the powerful need he felt into that heavenly hole of hers.

"Do it", she snarled at him, picking up the pace. She'd have to get her own release elsewhere. Orange sparks crackled from her fingertips in anticipation of her spell. She was glad his eyes were closed even if she didn't think he'd have broken free regardless.

"Oh Goddess!" He groaned out as he thrust up one last time, his shaft twitching wildly inside of the lynx, spurting rope after rope of cum into her. The cat's entire body was consumed in the pleasure of his first real climax.

Catherine had no interest in the Goddess right now. Fully connected with the magical reserve within her, she reached out to grab Percival's forehead. Simple words for a powerful spell were intoned quickly, "Toca l'ànima!"

The effects were instantaneous. Those orange sparks lept from her fingers and into the cat's mind, his eyes flying open while his body went rigid. The brown of his eyes flashed orange as the power coursed through him, sparking out of his fur in a painful looking display. Down through his spine, all the way out of his toes.

His mind felt wrong. All wrong! He was still reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, but no orgasm could do THAT. "What was..." he never got to finish his question.

"You will obey my commands and answer me with 'Yes Mistress' if you understand." What the hell did she mean by that? Percival furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Yes Mistress", he replied simply. Wait, that wasn't him! He wouldn't have said that!

"You will not tell ANYONE what we did today, nor will you inform them of my abilities. If asked you will tell them about how I convinced you to reconsider your doubts." He would NOT agree to that.

"Yes Mistress", his body replied. Quickly he was starting to realize just how much trouble he was in. Why Catherine's 'talks' were so effective.

"You will obey my commands above all others, regardless of rank or title." His reply was merely ceremonial at this point.

"Yes Mistress."

Catherine smiled. She was getting better at those. The first couple of times she had attempted it had taken a few tries to take hold, and then there were the ones who had unfortunately gone mad. That wasn't even considering the trial and near-error she had undergone to get the commands right either. "Excellent. I am glad we could come to such a positive arrangement." She must just be rubbing it in at this point.

With a wet noise she pulled herself off of the cat, getting back to her feet beside the bed. She stretched after she stood and Percy could swear he felt himself getting hard again in spite of everything. "What... what did you do to me?" He wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Your soul has been bound to my control. You will find any attempts to disobey impossible." She brushed it off like it wasn't the end of his life as a free man. Like she hadn't just used magic so horrid that even Se Lalin doesn't use it. "Now, as for your mission. You are to find why no merchants are willing to sell to us. Who is responsible, why it is happening. You will treat this like any other mission and bring this information back as you would a usual assignment. You will depart tomorrow."

She was putting her clothes back on as she spoke, brushing her hair aside. It was like this was a casual event for her. "Do not attempt to run or warn our enemies." She was already starting to move towards the door.

"Yes Mistress." Damn that compulsory response. "WHY the... the...", he desperately asked before she could leave. Even now he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"The sex?", his question was finished simply. "It opens your mind, makes it more vulnerable to invasion. Requires less magical power to infiltrate." She paused for a second at the door. "And I enjoy it. Enough now. Tidy yourself before someone sees."

"Yes Mistress", he answered dutifully. That was all she needed. Catherine pushed the door open and the near-transparent silencing spell coalesced back around her. The bird song started again and it was as if everything was just the way it had been before she arrived. Only they would truly know what she had done.

The encounter had left her deeply unsatisfied though. Perhaps Julian would be open to another deal. He was so close to breaking now anyways.