A good servant deserves a good bastard.

As is sometimes a result during sex, your instincts prevails logic—just like the greedy cunt you were inside of—and bury your thick cock deep inside the felines spasming cunt. The maid clad Akina was holding on for dear life to the desk as you grab hold of her waist and you pump every last drop of semen into her fertile womb. The thick globular fluid sliding it’s way around your dick and down her thighs. Her skirt being peeled up gave you a good look and you slapped her ass cheeks a couple times making the catfolk's pussy shiver around your cock each time, the tired moan escaping her lips like honey to your ears. You agree that was way better than her blowjob. Maybe it was the beastfolk thing, but her insides were way hotter that any human woman you had been with, and that may have been what had you struggling from not creaming her right away.

You really needed this too. All that stress today and the stress to come. Akina might not be enough, and you had considered for a moment sneaking your way to Clara’s room and having her suck off the feline’s fluids from your semi-rigid member that was beginning to slide out of her. That may still be a possibility, but you knew court would start early tomorrow for Phebis. It was something you didn’t want to miss given the events that unfolded today.

“To the bed, Akina. Can you walk?”

It was with lustful sigh that Akina replied, “I think you broke your toy a little. You made me yours completely.”

Seeing that she was not moving from her well-fucked position you whipped her over your shoulder like a sack of wheat, your seed dripping onto the hardwood floor as you did so. You walked her over to the bed and tossed her on it without ceremony. She was still panting and laid still like a ragdoll, “You look good in that outfit, we ought to get you one in the Itherian style.”