She does, of course

Despite the heavenly feeling of the two mouths slovenly worshiping your cock, you manage to hold out from orgasm as you plunge your fingers in and out of Dew’s pussy. Dew slowly begins to lose concentration as the waves of pleasure overwhelm her senses, and her cocksucking slowly loses focus as she surrenders and lets you bring her off.

Xana looks at her daughter disapprovingly as Dew lowers her head, her face pressed into your crotch. Her mood improves somewhat as she realises she now has your cock all to herself, and she gets to work, taking you into her mouth as she sucks dutifully.

It’s Dew who cracks first among the avalanche of pleasure. “Yes, oh yessss” she moans as she spasms on your fingers, cumming as a result of your efforts. You withdraw your hand, pleased at your success.

Now that you’ve “won”, so to speak, you don’t try to hold back your own orgasm. It’s no surprise that you almost immediately start to cum, Xana’s mouth filling up with your seed as she loyally keeps herself placed squarely on your cock. Slowly, sensually, Xana begins to swallow, gulping down your load.

“M-meoww” comes an exaggerated moan from Dew’s direction, as she begins to recover from her orgasm. She stares at her mother with jealousy, clearly wishing it was her swallowing your cum. Seeing her daughter’s frustration, Xana lets out an impish grin.

“Sorry dear” she whispers, reaching out to play with Dew’s fake ears, “but you had to earn your milk.” She leans forward and gives Dew a kiss on the lips, more for your benefit then hers, you suspect.

As she withdraws, Dew sighs. “Are we done then?” Xana nods.

“I need to get myself cleaned up” says the elder Drow, “I’ll leave you kids to talk.” With that, she leaves the room as you stare at her bouncing ass.

With Xana’s departure the air of mystique in the room also leaves. You take a deep breath as you run your hand through your hair, reflecting on what just happened. You look over at Dew, still lying on the bed with her cat accessories on. You can’t help but let out a small chuckle at the sight.

Dew gives you an annoyed look. “Asshole” she says jokingly, “help me get this thing out my ass.”

You comply, pulling out the tail as gently as possible. Looking over it, you once again wonder how the hell it was made. You run your hand over the material marveling at the fur-like quality, yet clearly it’s not made of fur. Dew, having once more dressed herself, notices your confusion.

“What’re you doing?” she asks, cocking her head. You shrug.

“It’s nothing, I’m sure” you say cautiously, “I was just wondering what your cat stuff is made of.”

“Oh, it comes from the church” Dew says, acting as if that clears up everything. When she notices that you’re still confused, she elaborates. “Once a week, we all go to the town church, and the priestesses give us fantastic, otherworldly gifts from the gods. Stuff like what those things are made of.”

You nod as you once more look over the material, your mind whirring. Clearly something strange must be going on here, you’ve never heard of any religion that could summon items like this out of thin air. As you think it over, you start to feel a bit creeped out. Everything, from the strange sex laws to the town’s complete isolation, and now this, suggests that there’s a real mystery going on here. And you don’t like that, you’ve been alive long enough to know that mysteries can be dangerous.

Nevertheless, your thoughts don’t show up on your face. Instead, you just put down the tail, giving Dew a friendly smile. “When will your mother be back?” you ask, trying to change the topic. Dew just shrugs.

It takes a couple of minutes for Xana to return, somehow already smelling of roses and fruit. She gives you a passionate kiss as she returns, her breasts pressed against your arm, before giving Dew a sideways glare. “I’ll forgive you this once dear, since we’re about to leave, but in the future, I expect you to be a cat whenever we’re inside the house.”

Dew’s clearly not too happy at this, but she nods anyway. Xana claps her hands together, a warm smile on her face. “Perfect! Since we’re all ready to go, let’s go pick up a ready-made breakfast in town!”

Huh. That doesn’t sound so bad, and you do want to find out more about this place. “Sounds great” you say, and Xana happily hums.

Author's note: Holy shit, thanks to everyone reading for 50,000 views. I never would have thought this silly little story could have done this.