She tours the bedroom.

She slams the door shut behind them and claps her hands twice. When she does, the magic lights on the ceiling illuminate. Trevor gazes around at a bed not as large as the other, but more than he's ever had. He can't imagine why anyone would need a bed fit for more than two people--a husband and wife. He walks forwards and presses his hand down against the bed. It's incredibly soft, just like Sabri said.

"Hurry up!" Suddenly, she pushes him, and propels him down onto the bed.

"Why did you do that?" He turns onto his back and looks up to her.

"I wanted you to see how comfy it was."

"It's the nicest bed I've ever been on actually..."

She giggles. Then, she pounces like a cat and lands right on top of him. She pins down his arms, and looks towards the flustered boy with a smile. Meanwhile, he completely freaks. The way she's bent over is giving him a complete view down her nightgown. The fabric hangs loose, and her bare breasts dangle without anything to hide their tiny pink tips. His face flushed red upon seeing so much of her, but he can't budge either.

"What are you doing?!" he calls out.

"Enjoying the comfy bed with you," she says. "I was told to take care of you, right?"

Her tail raises up and begins to wag, though as it does, it pulls up the back of her gown. He can't see anything from his angle other than the fabric slipping down her hips, completely exposing her behind. If he were looking at her from any other point of view, he'd see her exposed pussy and ass, and the idea floods his mind with impure thoughts. He tries to look away from her downblouse, but as he moves, her body sways back and forth, causing her tits to bounce as well.

"C-Cover yourself up, please!" he begs.

"Huh?" She looks down. "Why?"

"Just do it!"

"Aw fine." She presses her soft body down against him. Her hands slide down to hold his shoulders, and she rubs her body against the front of his--leg wiggling between his thighs. The **** of her pushing up against his erection causes him to flinch. It's one thing to be teased by such a beauty, but it's another when there's actual contact happening!

He grabs her shoulders. "P-Please get off me," he whispers.

"Why~?" She wiggles more, grinding herself against his groin. "Is something wrong?"

It isn't just stiffness. It isn't just heat. He can feel his balls filling up, and a brand new worry pangs his heart. He was worried he might give into his urges, but it would be a whole other problem if he completely lost control and blew his load! He clenches his teeth, and tries to focus his mind while the cute cat girl continues to wiggle against him.

I gotta b-be calm. I must speak calmly.

"Sabri," he mutters. "If you don't get off me, I might--"

She then gives his lips a little click. "Might what?" she whispers back.

It's full!

Sabri glides her body up and down his, all while staring into his eyes--face filled with pink. She nuzzles her head under his neck, and kisses him softly. Then, the worst case scenario occurs--she starts moving a hand down his his stomach.

"Quick, you gotta let me go!" he pleads.

When he tries to **** his way out, he can feel a pang of an oncoming orgasm. Moving too much is only going to make it worse. The amount of effort it'll take to get her off him might push him over the edge at this point. He starts breathing quickly--gasping for air. When he tries to focus and empty his mind, it just fills with cat girl titties.

"Can't I just say here for a little bit longer?" she asks.

Then, the hand touches it.

He groans out in agony as he body stiffens up complete. "I'm g-going to... overflow..."

"Why do you pretend to look unhappy?" she asks. "I can tell how happy you really are."

The hand begins to slide down his shaft through the fabric of his pants.

"Sabri..."

"Just... re... lax..." she whispers into his ear.

His vision is blurring. He can't hold back for a moment longer. Already, on day one, he's going to let his lord down. It's just too much to bare. All of his desires are going to flood out at once, and not only will he lose the respect of Lord Milgard, but he wonders if he'll truly lose his paladin powers as well. And what will Dalaworth think if he cums in his pants? He might become the laughing stock of the alchemist world.

He's so close. This is a first--this feeling of being right on the edge. It's new to him. Any second now...

Suddenly, the door swings open.