Five more hours later

When night fell, Cathleen's patience had been tested to the brim. She had managed to find a somewhat comfortable position to sit but after thirteen hours, her legs hurt nevertheless and feet felt numb. She was hungry and tired, but she had managed to pull through, and finally, the tigergirl was done. She left the drained wolfgirls behind and went deeper into the forest, probably - and hopefully - going to sleep.

Cathleen, still under her blanket, crawled through the thicket to follow her and found her shortly after, sleeping under a ledge.

Alright, now or never!

She laid her blanket to the ground, careful that the leaves wouldn't make to much noise before she tiptoed to the tigergirl. The beastgirl laid on her side slightly curled up, and while her now even sturdier muscles where daunting, Cathleen found her sleeping face somewhat adorable. After thirteen hours of non-stop fucking, even the horniest beast would be exhausted. Still, she had to be careful not to wake her up, considering Cathleen was tired as well. Tranquilizing her would make the matter certainly easier, but could cause a temporary erectile dysfunction. Not to mention any kind of medication could spoil the quality of her sperm, and after all, that was what she would be paid for. But while she had to keep her job in mind, she had no intention to let the opportunity to examine such a perfect specimen simply slip by.

As Cathleen made further additions to her notes and mustered her closely, the tigergirl suddenly moved. Cathleen's heart skipped a beat, but she just turned around in her sleep and now laid spread-eagled on her back, exposing her glory. Thirteen hours, but she was still rock hard. Moreover, after she had completely drained the three wolfgirls, her boner now towered at least fourteen inches high. Was that normal for true alphas? Or was it because of all the resolve she had absorbed? While it was some years since she started researching beastgirls, she still didn't know much about resolve besides the common knowledge, or to what extent beastgirls could utilize it with their instincts. Of course, they lacked the intelligence to learn mystic arts, but that didn't have to mean they couldn't use their resolve at all.

After who knows how many seconds, Cathleen caught herself drooling and staring motionless at the long and thick member. She pulled away, mentally slapping herself.

Come on Cathy, you are not some lowly beta!

She put her notes away and pulled out a soft bota bag which she had modified to now have a far wider mouth. Slowly, she brought the opening towards the majestic cock, however, in an act of carelessness, a strand of her hair slightly brushed over the tip.

Immediately, the eyes of the tigergirl jolted open. While she was still rock hard, that didn't change the fact that she had thirteen hours of sex behind her. So naturally, she was extremely sensitive. In a split second, the tigergirl had created a gap of several feet between them. When she saw Cathleen, she went down on all for, ready to jump at her. It was not a threatening stance like this morning, this time, it was a fighting stance, and the reason was obvious. In her eyes, Cathleen was not a rival. She was prey.

Dang!

While she had known there was no way the tigergirl would just sleep through Cathleen jacking her off, she had hoped that she had enough time to create the pleasure necessary to make her let it happen.

As the tigergirl jumped forward, Cathleen directed her resolve towards her lower half. She didn't know anything about mystic arts or how to create a resolve armor. The only thing she could do was to slightly push around the resolve she accumulated through the few times she had sex, and even that was lackluster. Literally all she could do was to buff her limbs - in this case, her legs - a little bit, and even that she had figured out by sheer coincidence. But even that could make a difference.

She leaned back, hold the bota bag up and even managed to pull it over the tigergirl's dick, but the momentum tore it out of her hands. Quickly, she stood up again and turned around. The tigergirl hissed, the bota bag now covering her erection.

Cathleen readied herself for the next attack. The ideal outcome would be if she managed to inert her own penis the moment the tigergirl came. That way, she could harvest her cum at the best quality, stop her from fighting after that and as the cherry on the top, fucking THIS stud into submission would make her resolve skyrocket.

While the tigergirl turned around, she quickly pulled down her pants, so her cock would be ready in said moment. Her boner sprung up as soon as it was freed. The tigergirl mustered her erection, then stood up straight and pushed out her chest, presenting her huge breasts and penis.

"Oh, so NOW I'm worthy of an opponent? Alright then, come at me!"