She's rather demanding

"Oh, honey, I don't know what you did to me, but it feels fantastic!"

Vanessa stared in shock at the naked catgirl standing in her room. Princess, completely unbothered by the slack-jawed attention, continued.

"Seriously, 20 years as a cat means you're on your last legs. But twenty years as a human? Oh, I'm barely into my prime! All this flexibility, no pain, and this body feels so... free!" She stretched fluidly, showing off her eight assets in all their glory. "And these," she winked at Vanessa, "now these things are wonderful. I haven't felt this full in years! I'm sure you want a taste, don't you, darling?"

She wordlessly nodded.

"Well, then we'd better get down to business." Suddenly the flirtatious exterior was gone, replaced with a cold malice as she confidently strutted towards Vanessa, backing her up against the wall. "Now, you did get me like this, so I'll be nice. But from now on, you belong to me. You serve me like the royalty I am, understood?"

"Yes," Vanessa stammered.

"Yes what? What is my name?"

She bowed her head. "Yes, Princess."

Princess smiled. "Good. And that is exactly how you will treat me. Now, get on your knees."

"What?"

"I said, get on your knees NOW!" And she **** Vanessa's head down until her body crumpled, and she was given a full view of Princess' sopping pussy. "Can you guess what I want, ****?"