The Reward

I followed the catgirl towards a room down the hall. After a few steps, I found myself staring at her ass. The way her tail swung back and forth drew my attention to her rear, and her tight uniform wasn’t helping.

“In here, Sir Flynn,” she said, opening the door for me. I entered, and she closed it behind us. On the table inside was a small bag of coins, and a shortsword that faintly glowed with a soft white light.

“Is this the reward?” I said, turning back to Vanessa.

“Only part,” she said, drawing me into a kiss. Her tongue was slightly rough, like a real cat’s but not quite as much. She pulled away, slowly removing her clothing. Her perky tits popped out of her undersized maid dress as soon as she loosened the strings. She let the outfit fall to the ground before closing in on me once more, kissing me again while reaching into my trousers with one hand, fondling me to full mast.

I quickly took my pants off, letting them drop to my ankles, and she dropped to her knees, taking my dick into her mouth. She was clearly experienced, taking the full length each time she went down, her coarse tongue stimulating my head and providing a completely unique fellatio experience. I had to brace myself against the table to keep my legs from giving out. Feeling I was about to cum already, I stopped her, pulling out of her mouth. She stood, and I pushed her onto the table, lying on her back.

This time, I got in my knees, reciprocating the oral sex she was giving me. Providing her cunnilingus also gave me a chance to rest, my orgasm getting further away in preparation for the main course. After a bit, her moans became much faster, and I could tell she was almost there, so I stood up.

“Hurry up,” she whined, and I entered her now sopping wet pussy. Her cunt was surprisingly tight, contrasting the clear expertise she displayed with her blowjob skills. I rubbed her clit with one hand as I pounded her, missionary style. As she began to grow louder, I leaned down and kissed her to keep her quiet. Soon enough, I felt my climax approaching.

“Where?” I grunted.

“Out,” she gasped. My pull out game on point, I came all over her stomach.

“Fuck. That was amazing,” I said. “Was that part of my reward from Vasquez?”

“No,” she said, still panting. “It is just my way of thanking you.”

“For what?” I asked, putting my pants back on.

“The graveyard.” She said, beginning to redress. “My sister was once an adventurer. She died doing a request for Lord Vasquez, was buried there, and Lord Vasquez took me in as a maid.”

“That’s surprisingly considerate of him.” I said.

“I say that as a warning,” She said, looking me dead in the eye. “Lord Vasquez is not a kind man. My sister’s request was a means of paying off her debts. She died. Now I work to pay off her debt. There is more to Lord Vasquez than meets the eye. Do not get on his bad side.”

“Thanks, but, why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“I told you. It’s my way of thanking you for defending my sister’s grave,” she said. “And also, if the time ever comes you must go against Lord Vasquez, you have an ally with me.”

“Thank you, though I don’t know if I really want to take you up on that,” I said, picking up the reward. “We should get going, before someone starts suspecting something.”

“I agree. Let me see you out,” Vanessa said.