Run into something on the way.

You stand.

It was only a nap. You didn't care to change into pajamas or anything, so minus your footwear, you're still dressed in your comfortable, casual attire. Though if there's one thing these trousers don't do, it's cover up the strain of Kyle Jr. stretching the front stitching to its very limits. Last night was a lot of fun. Not every party needs to lead to an orgy. It was a load off, just relaxing, drinking, and laughing with friends. That being said, as Yin stands before you with a plump bosom being squeezed by a crimson string, above a maid outfit that's so alluring--both cute and sexy--you look her over with a glance far from subtle.

On the other side, she isn't so different. When her eyes trail downward, her gaze lingers upon the bulge below. Quickly, her golden eyes snap back up, and she blushes heavily. Her tail sways. Self-consciously, she begins to thread her fingernails back through her hair in an unnecessarily attempt to fix herself up.

"You've been such a good girl, Yin," you whisper gently.

A shiver travels down her spine. "Oh M-Master," she stutters out. "I'm so happy to hear those words coming from you. You s-said you like my new dress, right?"

You place a hand to her chin, and nudge her attention upward into your eyes. "It's devilishly cute."

She smiles, and then she giggles. "Uhm. Is there anything else I can do for you, Master?"

Your finger caresses down her cheek, and then stops at the frilly choker around her neck. When you touch it, she gasps quietly and freezes up. Curious, you explore further, and run your thumb along the soft material. It stretches, and doesn't feel like the same sort of accessory Amara has. Though your eyes catch something as you give it a tug. Along the interior, there's some sort of writing.

"It w-was Luna's idea!" she cries.

You look back to her face. She's completely flushed. It's so cute that you can't help but lean in and kiss her on the lips. Your hand pulls away from the choker and embraces the side of her head, which you hold firmly as the two of you taste one another for a lengthy moment. She's extremely warm. With each push forward, kissing her again and again, you bring out another moan louder and more **** than the last. Finally, you pull your lips slowly from hers, and then once again look down to see what's written on the inside of the garment.

"It says," you read. "If lost, return to Kyle Warren."

Her eyes look like they're about to cry.

"Woah. That's hilarious, Yin, but--"

"It's embarrassing, but I think it's cute!" she blurts out. "It's like... Well, if somebody finds me, th-they'll know I'm y-yours, Master."

Your touch caresses upward, through her hair and eventually to grasp one of her horns. By the look in her eyes, she loves it. "I--"

"Let me give you what you like, Master," she says while pushing her hands up against your chest. Her lips curl into a panting smile--tongue between her teeth. She bites her lip, and nudges her body into yours--thigh between your legs.

You tighten your grip on her horn. With your other, you wrap your fingers around her chest, and then pull her into a tight embrace. You **** her face up against yours for another kiss, this time a time deep into her mouth. Her eyes roll back. As she moans more and more, she eventually opens her eyes and attempts to speak.

After getting your fill, you allow her to do so.

"Master," she whispers. "Let me do what I said. I want to give you what you like."

When you stare into your eyes, you see a ravenous hunger. She may appear cute at first glance, but as stated previously, she's far from innocent. Right now it would be obvious to anyone, but with your Kitty Sense, you feel something more. You know her will at this point. You know what she desires. Even without this extra sense, you'd make the right decision. Yin loves nothing more than serving you. She would do anything you told her to do, and she especially loves the command. When you give her a task, she's at her happiest. And right now, even though she's the one who initiated, it's clear she's wanting you to take the reins.

You squeeze her horn tight and speak in a demanding tone. "Yin."

She perks up. "Y-Yes?!"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master! Yes, Master!"

"Get on your knees."

Her body shudders with ecstasy. Without hesitation, she does as she's told and kneels down with a bulge merely inches from her nose.

You slowly undo your belt. After dropping it at your side, you allow your trousers to drop to the ground. Next, you take hold of your underwear, and at this point, not even an explosion right outside the bedchamber door could pull away her attention. You free the dragon, and it rises up over her face. Immediately, perhaps by instinct, her tongue leaves her mouth.

Not needing any further encouragement, she takes your cock into her mouth.

You grab her horn, and push her further, driving it down to her throat. Her eyelids flutter as her body rushes with euphoria. She grabs onto your legs, and gleefully sucks down your dick, inside and out, over and over, moaning louder with each penetration. Her tongue glides down the bottom as she slurps and slurps. Though this only continues for a short time, as what she was trained to do is yet to come. This is only part of it.

Next, you take hold of both horns this time, and push her back to the edge of the bed. She leans back, with most of her body hanging down. Though it leaves her at the perfect height for something else. As you stand there with your erection pointed straight towards her, she knows what to do. This is what she meant before by giving you what you like. She undoes the string around her bust, losing the dress enough for you to seize it and give it one firm yank down, spilling her tits from their cover.

She grabs her breasts and squeezes them together. "I m-made your dick wet already, so it should slide between them. Please... Fuck them all you want, Master."

The maid girl is begging for it. You can't deny her what she desires after all, so you thrust your cock between her tits. Her skin is hot--not enough to burn, but her entire body runs far warmer than any human could. Even if she were like fire, you'd now be fine, though any risks aside, it simply feels incredible. As your shaft slides between the squeeze of her cleavage, it's even hotter than the inside of one's body. And the image below you of such a cute and sexy maid, half stripped, taking it all, is more than enough to drive you wild. But soon after you begin, her lips open once more, and she starts to lick and suck like the taste is the greatest thing she's ever tried.

You push your entire weight down upon her, which she loves to no end. Now trapped and **** to be titfucked until completion, her temperature rises. She smiles wide, and her spaded tail flails left and right.

"I'm yours!" she yells. "I'm all yours, Master!"

"Don't stop sucking," you command her.

She gasps, and returns to devouring the top half of your dick. It's such a tight, delightful press between her perky tits. As you thrust forwards and back, she continues to lick and taste in a sloppy feast--saliva running down her lip and covering your shaft in a flow of mouth-watering desire and a mouth constantly agape. She squeezes her own breasts together to sandwich your meat between them, and by the look in her eyes, there's no better sight she'd rather behold than her current point of view. Your cute, subby maid begs for more with nothing but the expression on her face. For you, the sight below of such a sexy devil desiring your seed urges your body closer to eruption. You want nothing more than to give her what she wants--to plaster her chest and face with everything she's churned up in your balls.

Her moans are so alluring--her adorable little gasps, and the wet sound of her lips as her warm mouth continues to eat. The bed squeaks as you push her down harder against the mattress. It seems the pressure of your body pinning her down is just as pleasurable to her as the rest. Her mind is spinning.

"I can... take it, Master," she whispers. "I want all of it."

"It's gonna be a mess."

"Make a mess of me, Master!"

Relieving any resistance, you decide it's time to open the flood gates and feel the intense rush of a finale. She's done outstandingly well, remembering what you did with her all that time ago. She's clearly been practising, just to please you. It's a comedic thought to imagine, of her alone with a cucumber or a banana or something else phallic between her chest, gasping your name.

"Kyle~!" she cries. "M-Master!

And with that, you reach down, grasp her horn, and fuck with all your passion. With one mighty burst, you first spray up her chin and over her lips, and then you continue to throb hard as you absolutely blanket her chest with a layer of all that was pent up inside. You thrust again and again, and all throughout, she gasps and moans with an overwhelming delight. Once the cock is no longer between her lips, she opens wide into a smile, almost delirious with arousal.

You gradually slow. Finally, you pull away, leaving her laying there, panting and soaked.

But if that was the finale, this next part is the encore.

You grab her, spin her around, and then pin her to the wall by the door.

"M-Master~!" she gasps. "Wh--Aahh~!"

Her panties are dark and lacey. With ease, you remove them, and they slip down her legs before hitting the floor with a wet slap.

Two of your fingers slip between her quivering pussy lips. All the strength leaves her body, and she melts in your hand. To keep her up, you push her even harder, and soon you move to drive your dick deep within her body. The sensation of her receiving you inside her at last shatters any poker face she may have had, claiming she had no desire beyond taking you between her tits. She loved that, and would do it countless more times, though her pussy was drenched and waiting for something to penetrate inside.

Harder. Faster.

She doesn't last long.

Right by the door frame, you make her cum. She screams with delight--proof of her pleasure dripping down the wall to the floor.

You then bend her over, and fuck her yet again, this time with her tits pressed down against the surface of a desk. The legs of the table creak and bend as you push them to their limits. After a short time, she orgasms. That's two.

Then you grab her thigh, stretch her open, and bounce her up and down on your dick simply within your arms. She clings on, but your strength is all that's needed. She looks you in the eyes--face still dripping with what you left there before--and her lids slowly flutter shut. This time, you finish together. Just as she reaches her third climax, you shoot off everything you've built up yet again, this time inside of her body.

Things wind down after that. In time, you personally carry her to the Royal Bath in your arms. You offer first to Bunny Hop there instantaneously, but for one reason or another, she requests the long way around. Despite the steamy waters of the natural spring, you swear she's burning even hotter.