She's surprised, but pleased

Xana straightens herself, her trademark calm look returning to her face after a few seconds, though her cheeks are still flushed. “Well, that was good dear” she says, “It's amazing that you're thinking of how to pleasure our guest! But I’m afraid Alfred is all spent for now, so you should save your ideas for later.”

“Bullshits!” Dew shouts, “you fucked him too hard!” She sounds genuinely upset, and Xana looks flustered at the outburst.

“Take her home Xana!” comes Mary’s voice from somewhere in the back of the bar, “she needs a rest.”

“Quite right,” Xana replies, turning to you with pleading eyes. “Alfred, dear, can you carry her? I doubt she can walk the way home, and she’s too big for me.”

“Your titsh are too big…” Dew mumbles.

“Alright Dew, come here” you say, wanting to get back to the house. It’s been an exhausting day, and you can’t deal with even more sexually charged shit right about now. You lift her off the ground in a big sweep, scooping her into a bridal carry. Dew giggles as she flops around, not cooperating with you at all as you try and stagger out the bar. Xana shouts a goodbye to Mary before rushing out to help you with your carrying.

Together, the two of you manage to carry Dew back to the house. You let her down onto the floor, taking in a deep breath at not having to carry her anymore. “God, you’re heavier than you look” you mutter, stretching your back.

“Ashhole” she laughs, “you should carry yourself!” Xana takes over getting Dew to bed, putting those strange cat ears on her head and escorting her to her bedroom.

Not really knowing what else to do, you take a seat down at the table. After a couple minutes Xana walks in, looking tired. “Dew’s sleeping” she says softly, sounding like she wishes she could be doing that as well. “I’m going to be making dinner, so just sit down and relax.”

You lean back into your chair as Xana cooks, occasionally staring at her ass as she works. She quickly whips up some more of that delicious soup, and the two of you sit down to eat, making small talk, which soon devolves into joking about how Dew behaved.

Soon enough, you finish your meal, and are just about ready to go off to bed. You scoop Xana into a passionate goodnight kiss, kneading her ass through her clothes as you do so. Really, it’s shocking how quickly you’ve gotten used to things like that.

Your train of thought is interrupted, however, as there’s a sudden knock at the door. Surprised, you town around, wondering who it could be.