Kneeling to please the Rabbit Hero

In the end, the decision is made for you. Miruko's eyebrow flickers up, the hint of expectation in her red eyes growing the slightest bit more intense, and all your doubts and questions slip away like sand between your paws. You find yourself kneeling beside her, down on the floor next to her chair as she stares down at you with a gorgeous smirk of satisfaction. A shiver runs down your spine, your tail and fuzzy ears bristling up with excitement and anticipation. Just like when you massaged her, there's a dizzying sense of rightness to being here, on your knees at the feet of the beautiful, powerful hero you adore. You feel so small and helpless next to her that willing obedience just feels like the proper response to her every wish.

Hardly even noticing how your tiny skirt rolls up to bare your pale, quivering butt, you crawl past Miruko's long, muscled leg, awkwardly slipping under her desk. Squirming round, you buck up to kneel between her spread thighs. Your wide gaze flickers over the smooth, tanned skin of her legs, rippling with muscle, and then darts down between them Your lips part as you stare at the plump, glistening lips of your idol's gorgeous pussy, your warm tongue sliding free in longing. You can still hardly believe she actually wants you to lick her there. It feels like some naughty fantasy you'd dream up at night in your bed, only with the scent of her arousal tingling in your nostrils and the heat of her skin on your cheeks you know it's all very much real.

"Come on now, kitten." The rabbit hero growls above you, her voice rumbling with desire. "Get to it. We both know this is what you really want." She's right....she's always been right. Your entire body aches with the need to taste her. Trembling with desire, you lean forward, sticking out your tongue. You've never done this before, all you have is porn and fantasies to guide you, but you just have to try. It's all you want. Lowering your head, fuzzy ears twitching eagerly, you tentatively trace your tongue along those wet, glistening folds. The taste of her, musky and warm, sends hot, fluttering tingles down your spine. Between your legs, your dick is aching and throbbing, harder than it's ever been in your life before. Only you hardly even notice, your hands hanging limp by your sides and your entire focus on your fluttering tongue tracing over her flesh, licking up the juices glistening on her lips. Her soft purr of satisfaction fills your ears, sending warmth flooding through your body as you realize you're finally pleasing her, finally being useful. Just like you dreamed. It isn't in any way you thought possible, but this feels so good any lingering hope of fighting at her side fades away and you know this is what you're really meant to do for her.

When she shifts back in the chair, you dive forward to follow her, growing bolder with each moment your tongue spends tracing over her skin. Your eyes flicker up, staring limply at her muscled belly as you lick her, admiring her rippling, perfect abs. This feels so good...so right. You can hardly believe you ever hesitated. How stupid was that? This is exactly where you belong, kneeling at the rabbit hero's feet, serving and pleasing her the way such an amazing, strong woman deserves. You let out a hoarse moan at the hot tingling that thought sends through your body. Your hungry lapping gets bolder and you nuzzle between her legs, pressing your lips against her pussy while your tongue slides inside the plump lips to taste the hot flesh within.

Then the sound of fingers tapping on a keyboard above you makes your fuzzy ears tremble uncertainly. Never stopping the busy licking of your tongue, you raise your head slightly, leaning forward more to make sure your mouth stays firmly pressed where it belongs between your legs. Your eyes flicker up, past the large, enticing mounds of her boobs that briefly hypnotize you. When you tear your gaze from them, you see Miruko is leaning forward slightly, but she's not looking down at you. Instead, her focus is on the computer screen in front of her, as she types something out on the keyboard with you still buried between her thighs. You pause a moment, tongue still buried in her hot, clenching slit. She's...still working? While you're...pleasing her like this?

This...isn't even sex for her, you realize with a sudden jolt, your tail drooping back down over your bare butt. She's just using you like a toy, something to soothe and distract her while she otherwise focuses on her work. There's nothing special or intimate about it for her, even though it's your first time ever being with a woman like this. It hurts a moment, a dull ache settling in your chest, before you shake your head and **** those silly thoughts to one side. Of course you're not worthy of being Miruko's proper boyfriend or lover, not in any way that counts. You can't stand by her side or support her. This is the only way a weak, girly catboy like you could possibly please the mighty pro-hero you look up to so much. You should just focus on that, focus on her pleasure, and hope she starts to notice you soon.

As your tongue gets hurriedly back to work, you hear a sigh of pleasure from her, that one rough sound all the encouragement you need. Encouraged, you bend back to your task, your fuzzy ears twitching in your hair as you listen carefully for any other sign she might actually be enjoying what you're doing for her. It takes a few minutes more of hurried licking, tracing your tongue over the hot folds of her pussy and shivering with desire at the taste of her, before you notice her breaths are coming hotter and faster. Glancing up, you can see her large boobs rising and falling under her tight t-shirt as she starts to pant, her nipples stiff and poking into the fabric. A muffled mewl of delight escapes your busy lips, and you nuzzle forward, sliding your tongue deep inside her slit and licking up and down with frantic, eager motions. That draws the first moan from her, hoarse and low, but smooth as velvet all the same. The sound seems to vibrate through your needy body, a fluttering heat in your belly that crackles down all the way to the tip of your stiff, twitching cock.

Suddenly, her hand is in your hair, fingers holding you firmly. You squeal with delight as she grinds you forward against her, bucking her hips as well to smear her pussy all over your eager lips and tongue. Her muscled thighs tremble and tense on either side of your head, then slowly ease shut. Suddenly your face is held there between two walls of solid muscle, her tanned skin smooth and hot on the soft, tender flesh of your blushing cheeks. You're utterly helpless. You doubt you've be able to move an inch even if she didn't have you pinned like this. Only your tongue keeps lapping and licking as she firmly squeezes your head between her muscled thighs. It's all you focus on, pouring your heart into serving and pleasing her, while firmly ignoring the hot, needy twitching of your aching little dick.

You feel her climax hit, her thighs trembling against your cheeks and her pussy quivering on your fluttering tongue. Her juices flood onto your tongue, the taste and smell of her filling you up with warm delight. She goes stiff, and a long, hoarse moan of pleasure fills the air, your ears prickling up to capture every moment. Trapped between her muscled thighs, you just keep licking at her, your own hips thrusting helplessly forward as your stiff erection aches longingly under your tiny, frilly skirt. It isn't important though, not compared to pleasing her!

At last, Miruko slumps back in her chair with a satisfied sigh. Her shivering thighs slip open, and you fall back onto your bare butt with a little squeal. Feeling rather dazed, your head spinning from the intensity of everything that just happened, you sit there limply between her legs. Your lips and chin are utterly drenched in her juices, your tongue hanging limply free and aching slightly from all the work it's had to do. Miruko's fingers are still in your hair, but she's loosened her grip, and is now just gently holding you in place where you belong. Slowly, she stirs, leaning over to stare down at you.

"Good kitten..." She murmurs softly. Her hand strokes through your hair, rubbing over your forehead and you find yourself purring back at her, a high-pitched little trilling noise that emerges from your wet, parted lips as you stare limply up at this amazing, muscled goddess who you just want to please. "Good boy." She smiles at you, her red eyes warm and satisfied and her long, bunny ears quivering.