Tip your seamstress.

It feels like it all happened in the blink of an eye. One moment, you were finishing up the final photo shoot, and the next, you found yourself in Luna shop--both of your arms around one another. You're not sure who grabbed whom first, but within one another's embrace, you can hardly stand still, tumbling into counters and up against the wall. A few balls of yarn fall and roll across the floor, and when you lift her up onto the counter, it knocks a number of small trinkets off the back.

The more you kiss her, the harder she moans, and the tighter her grip. Her heavy panting is like music to your ears, and you can feel the heat against your neck. As you kiss down her ticklish skin, she giggles. A bombyx insectrin is incredible sensitive. From head to toe, everything can be stimulating. They're very weak in combat for that reason. In the Demon King's army, they were saved for ranged troops or crafters.

"You're so hard," she whispers, grinding against your groin. "Everything you saw today. How much your balls have swollen. All that cum, it's rightfully mine. Don't you think?"

"You want it that bad?" answer back. Then you push her the rest of the way over the counter, kissing down her body to her legs. Her swimsuit is lovely--impressive and complex--though right now, you just wish it were off.

And quickly, it is. She moves it at lightning speed, especially at the promise of a kiss from below. The moth squirms as she wiggles her way out of the one-piece, and as soon as your lips touch her bare thighs, she practically screams with relief. Her hand clutches the back of your head, and her wings flutter so wildly that the room becomes coated in what remains of her powder. "Aaaahhhh~!" The moment you wrap your lips around her pussy, she moans so loud that there isn't a chance it remains unheard by those nearby.

She doesn't care. For better or for worse, her body is so sensitive that she doesn't have a choice. Any sexual stimulation is going to make her scream.

You lay her out across the counter top, climbing up to kiss every last inch of her skin. Her nipples, perky and stiff, illicit a vocal reaction when you pop them from your lips. Her chest heaves up and down and her body quivers for more--for anything you can give it. Then as you grab the back of her cloud-like hair, you thrust your cock deep inside her eager body, and instantly her eyes roll back. She tries to shout again, but at first, it's nothing but a wispy, long exhale followed by a shivering breath back in.

"Oohhhh Kyle~!" she yells. "Ah, aaahh! Don't you dare stop!"

Your Kitty Sense tips you off to somebody else present. Luna doesn't notice, but you turn a glance to see Fang's eyes pressed up against the crack in the blinds. Her hot, heavy breaths are repeatedly fogging up the glass. She makes eye contact with you, and then raises up a thumb in support.

Luna's lips tremble. You kiss them. Then, just before she cums, you crawl up and take the side of her antenna into your mouth, running the tip of your tongue long the side. The stimulation is intense--almost too much. With dizzied eyes, her entire body violently shakes as she hits an orgasm so hard that she nearly cries. While her body is overly sensitive, touching her antennae can be overwhelming. You time it so well that you can feel her body burst with euphoria, soaking the entire surface of her shop's front counter.

You're not even close to done yet.

You lift the exhausted woman's body and pin her against the nearest wall. There you continue to kiss down her neck, while two of your fingers slip past the lips of her pussy to scoop against her insides. She bounces up and down, riding your hand as the two of you stare into each other's eyes.

Luna then grabs your wrist. She brings it up, and takes the same two fingers into her mouth. After licking them clean, she says, "I want that dick. Nothing else."

You hardly give her time to wait before your hard, throbbing cock is pushed back into her body, stretching her open and filling her insides exactly how she desired.

As she's fucked against the wall, Fang picks the lock of the door and sneaks her way in. Still, Luna doesn't notice. You do. She then pulls up a chair in the corner of the room and watches with hands patiently on her lap.

"C-Cumming--!" Luna's eyes shut tight and her teeth clench. She arches her back, and to the rhythm of your hips, you make her orgasm yet again. It hardly takes anytime at all. One should be thankfully there are no male insectrin, or intimacy could be quite embarrassing.

Then finally, Luna's eyes catch the catfolk lurking in the shadows.

Between heavy breaths, she says, "Fang, what... are you... doing here?"

Fang leans forwards--fingers together. "I am a woman of culture," she says. "You're both hot. Therefore, I want to watch the two of you fuck. If I get to join in, I'll be a happy kitty. If not, I'll get a fantastic show. Win win for me."

You and Luna exchange a knowing glance.

"Fang," you say.

She sits up straight. "Y-Yes?"

"Don't lie to me. You couldn't just watch. Get over here already."

Fang stands and sprints towards you at such an alarming speed that she knocks the chair she stood from over.