Whisper to her.

"I hope you have a good night," you say softly.

She shivers. Her embrace tightens. "Kyle... This is embarrassing," she whispers back.

"Then why did you join me?"

"You're so frustrating. Seriously..."

"Sorry?"

After a moment of quiet, she continues. "You're an interesting guy. Somehow you got Mistress Dajy to fall for you, and you're close to all these girls. I wasn't sure what to think at first, but as I got to know you more, I think I understand."

"I'm glad you're here, Snow. I feel safer now."

She nuzzles her head beneath your neck. "You do some interesting things."

"Things you seem to like watching," you tease.

"Don't be ridiculous. Let's change the subject."

"Should we talk about what happened on the beach instead?"

Though you can't see much of her besides what the moon's glow through the window illuminates--her face is buried anyway--you can tell by her silence that her face has lit up. "I ate your--"

"I'm just teasing again. I know it was the ghost's fault, Snow. Don't worry."

"No... It wasn't just the ghost."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't make me say it. You really do frustrate me, Kyle."

"Maybe next time, we can get you into playing Delphi's game too."

"I saw some of it. That was a really naughty game. I, uhm. I wish I was there for all of it."

You lay there for awhile in a calm silence before she starts shifting around on her side of the bed--though not much of a side with how small the bed is. You hear the rustling of fabric, but in the darkness, you can hardly see more than a vague shape moving around beneath the quilt. Finally, she stops moving, and once again presses up against you--the soft fur atop her ears tickles your chin. You're not really sure what to do. You came here for protection, but now you're sharing the same bed. It would be disrespectful to suddenly make a move after her hospitality. Though at the same time, she's very cuddly.

Is this just what catfolk do?

You place your hand against her shoulder, and she responds with a cute, quiet sigh. Your hand trails down her side--her skin smooth and cool to the touch. That's when you realize something that catches you by surprise. There's no shirt there. When your hand carries on down, it reaches the waistband of her pajama bottoms, but there's nothing else.

"Snow. You're cold," you whisper.

"I'm fine. You're quite warm."

"If you need warming up, why did you take off your shirt?"

She responds with a timid moan she tries to mask by pressing her head tighter beneath your neck. "I..."

After a pause, she pulls away. You see her shape lean off the bed and reach for something on the end table. Her hand touches the shaft of a lamp, and an orb on top fades into a soft glow that illuminates her body. Her back is bare, and the blanket is pulled up just barely over her front. It's a sight to behold. She turns to you with blushing cheeks and holds the quilt tightly against her bare chest.

"I'm so sorry. I've made a fool of myself," she says.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm supposed to be protecting you. I'm shameful, having these feelings."

"Snow. There's nothing wrong with desiring things." You brush a hand down the side of her body. "But if it helps, I can sleep--"

She quickly snuggles back down into bed, though this time, you can actually see. She presses up against you, but instead of her head under your chin, she places her forehead against your own. You can feel her breath against your face as she stares into your eyes. "Kyle. Please keep my indulgence a secret."

"I think everybody knows what your--"

Suddenly, you're cut off by her lips pressing against yours. She wraps her arms around you, and yours around her, as the two of you kiss passionately. You feel the softness of her unclothed back down to the base of her tail. Her mouth pulls away--panting. You look to her as she leans back. The blanket is no longer covering a thing. It rests over her waist. Beside you, there's a half-naked cat girl with pale white hair, feline ears, a fluffy long tail, and eyes that gaze longingly up which beg for your embrace. Her breasts aren't gigantic, they're big enough to fill your hands. Her stomach and belly button are cute as well. Beneath that, you pull the blanket down, and her loose pajama bottoms barely cover her hips. A brief tug would reveal it all.

"Kyle." The way she whispers your name is sensual. "Can you please undress for me?"

You pull up from the blanket and stare down to her. She watches you intently. It's a strange feeling stripping for somebody's pleasure, but you can't help but feel encouraged when she immediately bites her lip at the first button slipped loose. As you undo your top, she trails a hand down her belly and beneath her bottoms. Her fingers start moving beneath once your shirt is discarded.

Next, you'll need to stand. At the foot of her bed, you grab the sides of your pajama pants and start slipping them off. She perks up and watches closely--hand moving more quickly between her legs. You can hear quiet sounds of moaning.

Your cock is starting to stiffen, but it isn't erect quite yet.

Though she then crawls across the bed--bare chest hanging down. You watch them jiggle, and you look to her eyes that gaze up to your own. She licks her lips. The cat girl reaches out and takes hold of your half-raised mast and drags her tongue along the shaft. It reminds you of back on the beach. Though now, the atmosphere is quiet--romantic almost. It's just the two of you and not a hint of magic is involved. Her mouth is talented. It only takes seconds of her playing with your cock for it to rise up to full size.

The sight seems to drive her wild, because she goes to town on your cock the moment it hardens. Her tongue dances up the shaft before she plunges it past her lips, and starts bobbing her head up and down. It feels amazing.

She surprises you again by grabbing for your hand. She catches it, and plants it down atop her head. It seems she wants you to keep it there. You feel the tender softness of her ears, and you rub your fingers through her hair as you hold her head firmly in your gasp, which seems to encourage her further.

Snow gasps as she pulls it from her lips. She looks up to you--hand still on her head. Her face is flushed but she has an awkward, nervous smile. "Is this really... okay?"

Your balls are filled. The girl before you is an absolute fantasy. Though you and her did mess around before, it seems she believes this is different as well. It's intimate.

"I don't see why not," you reply.

She falls back onto the bed with a bounce and hooks her thumbs into the sides of her pants. As she curls up her legs, she slides the fabric down and off her feet, until she's left laying completely naked on the bed before you. She then opens her hand, and within is a familiar vial of liquid, though you never even saw her grab it. She smiles and brings it up to her mouth and licks up and down the glass with a teasing moan.

"How did you--"

She cuts you off. "I'm good with my hands."

After popping the top, she slurps it down and awaits you, and you wouldn't keep a girl waiting.