Giving the cat her milk

Aether stood at the waterline and watched the horizon fill with canvas.

One by one the flags became clear. Mondstadt’s wind-wheel. Inazuma’s electro crest. Fontaine’s precise geometric banner. Sumeru’s tree-and-leaf. Even another Liyue vessel running under private colors rather than the official Qixing standard. The ships held a loose but deliberate formation, all of them angling toward the same pale stretch of Easybreeze beach. Whatever Ningguang had set in motion with those letters was no longer abstract.

Behind him Rosaria had reached the same conclusion.

She stood over the still-unconscious Tianquan and delivered a series of sharp, irritated stomps to the woman’s bare ass, each impact making the soft flesh jiggle while Ningguang remained completely limp and unresponsive in the sand.
“You absolute menace,”
Rosaria muttered under her breath, more disbelieving than truly angry.
“How many people did you write to?”

Aether barely registered the complaint.

His attention stayed fixed on the approaching fleet while a soft, steady warmth worked over his cock.
Lynette, the cat-eared attendant assigned exclusively to their party, knelt in the sand at his side and performed her duties with quiet, professional focus. She had been purchased by the resort after her previous Sumeru owner — a man who had won her in a Fontaine casino and then grown bored — decided she was no longer interesting enough to keep. The resort valued her discretion and her training. She valued the relative stability.

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She took her current assignment seriously.

Every morning and throughout the day she made certain the Passion Claimer’s cock was clean, attended, and never left neglected for long. Right now that meant her neat mouth sliding up and down his length in measured strokes while he stared out at the incoming ships. Soft ears flicked once when a particularly thick pulse of precum hit her tongue. She swallowed without breaking rhythm, thighs already pressed together. Serving him produced an automatic, unwanted heat between her legs that she tried to ignore.

Lynette had decided the day before that this particular duty was her favorite.

Everything else the resort asked of her — carrying drinks, turning down sheets, remaining politely invisible — faded the moment she was allowed to kneel and attend the Passion Claimer’s cock. Her tail, usually kept carefully still while on duty, betrayed her completely; it curled and flicked in slow, appreciative arcs each time she took him deeper or felt another warm pulse of precum against her tongue.

She worked him with both mouth and breasts now, the soft weight of her tits wrapped around the shaft while her lips and tongue focused on the head.

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The size was perfect. Seven inches of solid length, thick enough that her fingers only just met around the girth — roughly five and a quarter inches of firm circumference — without ever crossing into the kind of brutal, oversized thickness that turned sex into endurance pain. The core of him was iron-hard, yet the skin itself retained a faint, living softness that felt ideal against her tongue and between her breasts. A gentle upward curve, nothing dramatic, just enough that every stroke seemed designed to press exactly where it felt best.

She studied him with single-minded focus, lifting her mouth only long enough to drag her tongue from base to tip and murmur soft, almost reverent observations between strokes. When she dropped lower and took one heavy ball into her mouth she actually whimpered around it, suckling gently, then moved to the other with equal care.

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They sat full and warm against her tongue, perfect in weight and tightness. She mouthed them slowly, humming, tail curling tighter, completely absorbed in the simple perfection of the cock and balls she had been assigned to keep satisfied.

Aether’s hand settled lightly on her head, not guiding, just resting there while she continued her thorough, devoted service. Lynette’s ears flicked once in pure contentment. Whatever fleet was drawing closer across the water could wait. Right now her entire world had narrowed to the ideal shape filling her mouth and sliding between her breasts.
Lynette’s careful, professional rhythm broke the instant Aether decided her mouth and breasts had done enough preparation.

He lifted her from the sand, turned her, and pushed her down onto all fours right there at the waterline. The soft, wet sound she made when he shoved her tiny attendant bottoms aside and sank into her cunt in one smooth thrust was embarrassingly close to a squeal of pure delight. Every inch of the cock she had been worshipping for the last half-hour stretched her open exactly the way she had been privately hoping it would. The load she had so diligently worked to build slid into her unprotected and deep, exactly as the premium service package promised.

Her training held for less than ten seconds.

The moment Aether’s hand closed around the base of her tail and gave a firm, possessive tug, the last of the polished attendant facade shattered. Lynette came hard with a broken, feline cry, cunt clamping down in rapid waves, ears flat, tail thrashing against his grip. Loud, continuous purring started up in her chest and refused to stop. She pushed back onto him with open, needy rolls of her hips, any remaining concern about decorum or the approaching ships completely forgotten.

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Aether used her exactly as she had offered — a convenient, eager hole that happened to come with soft ears, a frantically flicking tail, and an audible motor of pure contentment. He fucked her in steady, thorough strokes, occasionally pulling on the sensitive tail just to feel her gush and purr harder around him. Lynette stayed locked in place, face down in the warm sand, thoroughly grateful that the resort’s highest package included unlimited unprotected use.
Every wet slap and every deep grind only reinforced the same private, increasingly desperate hope: that the man currently treating her pussy like a perfect, disposable sleeve might decide the temporary attendant contract should become something far more permanent.

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