A good servant deserves a good master.

As is sometimes necessary for a king, your logic prevails instincts—unlike the greedy cunt you were inside of—and pull out at the very last moment. The maid clad Akina was holding on for dear life to the desk as you let go of her waist and you pump every last drop of semen on her ass. The thick globular fluid sliding it’s way down her taint, over her fluttering pussy and down her thigh. The scene made it look like you had cum inside her. Her skirt being peeled up gave you a good look and you slapped her ass cheeks a couple times making the catfolk shiver 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.

“Thank you, Your Majesty...” It was a slight whisper, but audible all the same. Her thanking you sent a shiver down your own spine as well.

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 may still be a possibility, and 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 a giggle that Akina replied, “I think you broke your toy a little, but yeah, barely.”

She used the desk as support to make her way up and walked with shaking legs over to the bed before flopping herself on it. Usually her movements were a little more graceful, but it told you that you weren’t the only one that felt great. You made your way over to the bed as well and said, “You look good in that outfit, we ought to get you one in the Itherian style.”