Why the hell not?

"I wouldn't be much of a Master if I didn't play with my pet often," you growl with a voice full of lust, "did my pet have anything in mind?" With a sudden lunge Sasha not only captures you with a fierce hug, but she also drives you to the carpet, her arms holding your head tightly and keeping you safe during your short fall. With the soft fabric of the floor on your back your concentration shifts back onto Sasha, her lithe and powerful body pressed against your own, her smooth and delicate curves fitting perfectly to your own angles and masculine shape. Her soft alabaster fur brushes against your skin, the fine hair holding an intense heat that could warm even the most frozen winter night. Yet, what you notice most is the burning heat pressed against your crotch, a damp inferno grinding along your rapidly awakening length.

"Oh, I do believe your amorous companion has hundreds if not thousands of ideas for your endless pleasure my most venerated and astounding master." Her breath is heated and pleading, her instincts rising to the surface and utilizing her incredible intelligence in unreal ways. A sly grin breaks out across Sasha's face as she grinds her hips into you once more, her wet heat compounding with her dexterous tail gently stroking your thighs, "Since master commanded control last time, would he ever so kindly grant that directive power to his most loyal and loving pet, just this once please?"