Slam her up against the wall.

She lays there, gazing up at you with a face flushed and a chest heaving up and down. You then grab her by the shoulders, heave her up off the bed, any by her wrists, pin her hard against the wall beside her bed. She lets out a gasp of surprise and excitement as the cold wall touches the burning warmth of her ass. Her tail is **** upward against it, her body shivers, and you stare for a moment into her eyes as you enjoy the fact that she can hardly stand. For a young woman normally so proud in her stance, it's quite the sight to see her legs nearly buckle, especially with the head of your shaft touching upon her stomach.

You grab her by the horns yet again. This time, however, you thrust up and flatten her right there against the wall. With you holding her horns, she can't even look away. She stares directly into your eyes as you start to fuck her yet again. Her hands reach around to grab behind your back, but her grasp is weak. If you weren't there to help, she's probably slide down onto the floor. She pleads for more, and moans in excitement as it all starts again.

Next, you slide a hand down from one of her horns and caress down over her figure. Then, you squeeze one of her legs, and pull it up, spreading her legs as you fuck her harder. She lets out an even louder moan--body still sensitive from your previous ****.

After you rail her longer, you notice her sounds are building again. Even without Kitty Sense, it's obvious she's going to blow.

"Aah... Aah, aaah~! Yes, yes r-right there," she barely makes out between frantic gasps. "Please don't stop. H-Harder."

"Gladly," you reply before you ramp things up. You grasp her horn even tighter, and **** her lips onto yours. Her eyes roll back, and if she wasn't melted already, she's a puddle in your hands now. Pure excitement runs down her legs, and pools on the floor beneath her bare feet. She fidgets and wiggles up against the wall, but there's no escaping the oncoming ecstasy.

"You know you're a bit of a brat, right?" you ask bluntly during the heat of the moment.

Her eyes roll back. Her grasp on your back tightens--fingers nearly digging into your skin. "Y-Yes!"

"I should punish you then, right?"

"Yes! Yes! P-Punish me!" she pleads--mind completely taken over by the pleasure.

It feels amazing, and the sight of Malakae being fucked against the wall as you hold her horn pleases you greatly. Her tail comes free, and swings back and forth, and the sound of her gasping moans are loud and frantic. You can't wait to release. While you could last for hours if the need was great, there's no reason. You want to cum so badly, especially to this, and the thought brings a tingle to your balls.

She can't take it anymore either. Once again, it happens. Her sounds of euphoria reach a squeaking crescendo, and as her head tilts back, you feel her quivering body hit a second orgasm. Though at the sight, you can't help but lose yourself in your own incoming pleasure. You clench your teeth as your body tenses up. You take a stuttering gasp inward.

Meanwhile, you watch her sexy body bounce up and down against the wall. She's slowly learning what she should do, though in such a position, you're in complete control. She's staring into your eyes as best she can, waiting. You groan as it starts to come. You can't hold back anymore. It's going to feel so good. You can't... You don't want... to hold it in a moment longer! You're bursting! And with that, you let out a stuttering moan of pleasure as you throb hard. She whimpers as you send every last drop into her body. It just keeps coming.

"Aahhh, f-fill me up," she barely utters. She almost said that so quietly that she perhaps hoped you wouldn't hear it.

Finally, after a few moments longer, you're tapped out.

Your body melts. You feel amazing. After all is done, you pull away from her, though keep your arms on her shoulders to keep her steady. It looks as if she's about to collapse after all. So quickly, you guide her back over to the bed and place her down.

Malakae falls limp onto her stomach, panting. She holds her hands between her legs and shudders. Her eyes linger on yours for a long moment before those hands move up to cover her face with her hands, embarrassed. "That was... so good," she whispers. There's a pause. Then she looks to you between her fingers and quietly asks, "Do you have vials of... you know... for when--"

You cut her off. "Yes."

"Good. I wouldn't really be ready for a half-human child. Not yet."

"Yet?"

"I mean--Nothing. Just sit with me, okay?"