On his torso.

The young man could not hold on any longer and his dam broke. His hot seed started rising from his bollocks. His phallus twitched hard in Luna’s hand as she coaxed out the first spurt of sperm. He was paralysed as it unfolded, stopping his ministrations at Luna’s flower—with absolutely certainty the most intense climax of his young life.

Luna watched every rope of seed shoot from him with bated breath. Once the eruption had subsided, Alan’s abdomen had been coated in a great amount of his own essence—an impressive volume.

Alan was brought out of his post-climactic bliss, when Luna started rubbing his hand to her vagina with her own.
‘Don’t forget me, love. I’m ever so close now!’ she pleaded.

He did not lose a beat and went to prod the nub of pleasure his curious fingers had found and his feline lover moaned her approval.
Her breathing was growing shorter by the second, her moans more intense, stoking Alan’s fear she might wake Catrina. He yearned to muffle her moans with his mouth on hers, but he could not move with Catrina still on his shoulder.

With a final suppressed yelp, the cat-girl’s body stiffened, and her orgasm commenced. Her thigh came down to trap Alan’s hand against her and her juices gushed to coat it further in her honey.

After a long moment, her tremors mellowed, and she made a drawn-out moan of contentment. She took Alan’s hand in hers again and brought it to her mouth. Making long licks along his fingers, she sampled her own nectar. She had always loved her own taste—only Catrina’s was sweeter to her.
‘Wow, that was—wow. Mmmh—I’m going to sleep ever so good tonight,’ she whispered.

Luna moved Alan’s hand to his own mouth, encouraging him to taste her too. He did without hesitation.
‘I love your honey, Luna,’ he whispered.

She giggled, happy to hear him say it.
‘Mhm—let me taste you too,’ she whispered as she picked up some of his seed from his belly.

She savoured it for a moment. His seed did not taste bad, but she decided to make him eat more fresh fruit.
‘Not bad, either. Want to try?’ she asked holding her finger in front of his face, a thick dollop of sperm coating it.

Alan was unsure what was expected of him. She had just licked her own juices with no hesitation whatsoever and then sampled his own essence as well. Would it be unfair if he did not do it? Would she be mad if he did not try his own seed? He decided to err on the side of caution and told her he wanted to.

It was not the worst thing he ever tasted in his life, but he certainly did not plan to make a habit of eating his sperm. If it made her happy, he would soldier through, no quarter given.

Alan certainly did not expect that Luna would slowly use her dainty finger to share his seed between them, bringing it to his lips and hers again and again until his torso was only left with a glistening sheen. What do we not do for a pretty girl?

‘Hah, quite adventurous for a virgin, aren’t we?’ she teased.
He grunted, maybe she had not really expected him to go for it.

She leaned in close, cupped his cheek and brought her full lips to his for a kiss. It was Alan’s first proper kiss and it was a short and sweet one.
‘Hmm—sorry, we kind of got things backwards there,’ she giggled, ‘Sweet dreams, Ally.’

Alan wished her the same.