Return to Savarra [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As you egg him on ever more, the catboy's frantic lovemaking becomes ever more arduous. Your not-so-subtle encouragement to lean closer bears fruit in an unexpected delectable way; as you pull his head down so he could hear your whispered gasps, he presses himself down atop you, letting you feel the weight of your lover's lean, hard body against your back as he fucks you. The contrast is intense, the hot, sweaty skin of your man pinning your body compared to the cold, smooth stone sandwiching you from below. Cyrus' lust is fiery and wild, stoked by desire to hear your moans and the challenge to his pride, driving him to ever greater heights of sexual endeavor.

It's hard to tell whether it's lovemaking or rutting, at a certain point, as your feline friend employs equal parts finesse and ferocity in trying to break the blockade you've set against your own voice. Even as he slams himself deep and fast, the barbs of his manhood scratching a deep, primal itch, he keeps his hips high as to ensure the texture strokes your weak spots. The hand which once held your hip slides inwards and down, his fingers stroking your sex briefly before revealing their true intention; he forms a V shape with his fingers at your mound, helping to expose your clit for his troublesome tail to come around and stroke at, the tip of his luxuriously soft appendage wicking up the moisture between your thighs on its way to stimulate you.

"Say it," He practically growls after a certain point, his face pressed into the side of your head, his pants against your ear. He's since taken his hand off it, instead opting to pin one of your hands against the stone, his fingers interlocking with yours in another show of surprisingly affectionate dominance. "Say you're mine. Admit I'm better!"

[Lazy Kitsune]

A gasping smirk on my lips as I feel Cyrus press himself over me, all to excited by the feeling of his body over mine. While I make him hearing my passion a challenge, I make up for it in other ways keeping my head tilted to the side, cheek pressed against the cold floor below, so he can see on my expression how great he makes me feel. How good he fucks me and makes my mouth twitch in pleasure and eyes roll back in delight. Feeling the attention on my clit intensifies this significantly. I let my tongue loll out, equal parts consciously and reflexively, in reaction to the constant attention I was getting.

My eyes focus again at his words. "Is... mm~ is that what this is about?" I ask, rocking my hips back against his, eager to give him not a moments respite from the feel of our bodies together, same as he was doing for me. "Starting to feel a little desperate are we? Worried you might cum soon?" Even as I tease, my fingers lock with his in kind while my other hand reaches up to gently scratch him behind his ears. "Think you have what it takes to tame a lust spirit? Prove it to me." I murmur, swaying my hips around his cock as I start to return his dedicated treatment with some tricks of my own.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The impact of his hips against your plush ass only continue to grow more rapid and forceful, adding to cacophony of sex that fills the hallowed halls of the temple. Your body is made to jerk back and forth against the cold rock, tits cushioning you each time you're driven into the floor by the incensed lover atop you. Every time you're rammed forward, his cock slamming into your deepest parts like a battering ram, his tail pulls backwards along your clit, only to slide forward as he withdraws in return, a constant back-and-forth assault that intensifies the lightning like pleasure that shoots through your body with each rapid exchange. His breath, now against your long, elven ear is hurried but determined.

"You... started it!" He mutters between the squelching that follows each hard drive into you. "Making me listen... while he fucked you! You knew... knew I could hear!"

You can practically feel him swell within you at the mention of your little dalliance with Urag. You hadn't exactly been quiet nor sparse with your praise, monstrously endowed as he was, and the inn walls didn't seem all that thick... you could only imagine Cyrus got quite the earful. It certainly puts some things into context: how aroused he had been all day, the comments, the aggressive way he rutted into you, the desperation he seemed to feel in trying to get those sweet noises out of you now. There was a part of you that wanted to soothe those worries, to remind him that you still had plenty of room in your bed for him no matter how many orcs you lay with.

... But another part was curious to see just how far you could tease him with it. He certainly seemed the competitive sort, and you were currently locked in a competition. If the memory of muffled screaming and heavy thumping got him so worked up, perhaps a recounting of your time beneath the powerful stud of a barkeeper would get his shaft throbbing all the harder, and hurry his balls in emptying between your legs instead of into his sheets, as you suspect they had the night prior.

[Lazy Kitsune]

The surge to his speed my teasing beckoned does draw out more noise from me, though nothing that isn't still drowned out by the heavy sounds of his body on mine and the wet thrusts into my depths. He was certainly very determined, a determination I was tempted to reward. And he did make me feel so very good. If I hadn't been trying to keep quiet, my moans might even be loud enough for the gods worshipped here to hear. I rocked back against him, my movements guiding him further into my depths. This was... really hot~

It would be easy to let him win. To moan along with his efforts and praise him as loudly as he so clearly desired. But his words stoked the very flames that teasing him had kindled. It seems my evening spent with Urag had more of an impact on Cyrus than I had thought. Unlike now, I had no reservations about being loud then, and Urag had proven himself quite the ferocious lover. There was certainly nothing lacking about Cyrus, neither in size nor talent, but it seems he was comparing his performance to the noises I made with Urag... a comparison which seemed to be bringing him closer to the edge despite himself.

"Made you listen? Mmm~ Going by how much your hard cock is throbbing inside me right now... I think you enjoyed listening almost as much as I enjoyed getting absolutely ruined by that thick... green... orc cock..." I tilt my head to the side, being fucked hard enough into the ground for my cheek to be pressed against the cold floor beneath us. I flick my gaze up towards him, hoping to hold his eyes in my own as we speak, my mouth quivering in a wide, silent 'O' as he pounds deep into me before I continue speaking again. "How quickly did my words melt into incomprehensible screams of pleasure? Do you remember? Did you play with yourself listening to the bartender finally figure out how to shut me up? Did the sound of me cumming my brains out around his cock help you finish up? I hope you had as much fun as I did. You're always welcome to watch too, if you want. I'm sure the sight of me absolutely overflowing with orc cum would be something you'd find quite enjoyable to see."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Though his rutting continues with just as much speed, precision and utter determination as before, when you begin to purr such sultry words to him, you can feel him throb with every sensual syllable that leaves your lips. If it wasn't readily apparent by the feeling of his swelling shaft, the look on his face you're greeted to all but spells it out: his cheeks are flushed with arousal and shame in equal measure, his mouth agape for a loss of words, and his eyes dilated to mere slits that hold your own in with a mixture of surprise and desire all tell you just what he feels. The naughty boy probably can't help but picture it in his head, even as he bottoms out into your hot, tight folds. The sight of the hulking orc atop you, rutting you hard into the sheets, the sounds of your voice crying out his praise. His own body works hard to try and reach that same level of adulation, his thrusts beginning to grow erratic as he hurdles towards the edge, goaded on by your dirty talk and the thought of the woman he so desired being taken by another, leaving him to shamefully stroke himself only rooms away.

"It's not... I didn't... I couldn't help it!" The truth flows like so much pre-cum, between heated panting and grunts of effort. The way he moves, the way he seems so desperate to claim you... it reminds you in some small way of what it was like to be divine. How many of your lovers had coveted you? Wished to make you their own, despite themselves? Cyrus had fully lost himself in your body, his hips rolling in a hurried, hopeless advance. "You're just... Just! So sexy... I couldn't... couldn't stop thinking about it..."

Such an imaginative little kitty cat, his mind utterly enraptured with your body that he couldn't even banish the thoughts when they involved another man. Perhaps that imagination was worth cultivating: you could continue to egg him on, describing just how the other men of Hawkenthorne would use you, be they Urag or Kyris or even the lumber workers you meant to rescue. It was clear enough that shy of you taking pity on him, Cyrus had all but lost the battle. His thrusting grows more animal-like as time goes on, his balls thrumming with need, and his pretty copper eyes snap closed as he fights to try and keep from emptying inside you, just as he had pictured the orc doing so forcefully the night before. You could let him squirm, let him struggle a little longer until he finally gave into his needs... or you could coax him along a little more, pull him in a little closer, and bring him to a truly magnificent release with the knowledge you now possess of what must be quite a little complex of his.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Such a contradiction we must appear to be, to anyone who would enter this hall now and see us without knowledge of what has transpired so far. With Cyrus pinning me beneath him and pounding into my wet and welcoming folds with such ferocity and vigour, while I spread my legs beneath him, face and tits thrust into the cold hard floor below, any observer would be forgiven for assuming Cyrus was the one in charge of our coupling. But the look on his face and the words he spoke told me all I needed to know I had full control here. I make sure to squeeze and clench myself around his cock as he makes his confession, sliding my hips back and forth right as he starts to sink into these fantasies that start to run away from him, using his pleasure to drag him deeper into them. And into me while he was at it.

"Then don't stop thinking about it." I murmur. A grin spreads on my lips as I stretch out one leg. Showing off my flexibility aside, I use this to turn myself over, temporarily halting my swaying on his cock in order to pull back until just his tip was inside me and then swing my outstretched leg to roll myself onto my back. Still beneath him, with my legs spread for him to plough away into me as feverishly as before - but now he could watch my tits bounce as he fucked me, and see the look in my eyes oh so clearly as I told him everything he was starting to realise he wanted to hear. "You find me sexy... I find you sexy too... but you also find what happened yesterday sexy. The thought of me... with another man... a bigger, stronger man, fucking me open with a really big cock. And Urag had a really big cock."

A gesture with my hands. Perhaps oversizing Urag's actually size a little, but it was certainly accurate to how his dick felt when it was rammed in deep inside me. "That's what you were listening to, Cyrus. Urag filling me up with so much that there was no room for anything else. So he fucked all my thoughts out of me and replaced them all with his cum." I bite my lip at the thought, wiggling my hips up against Cyrus's own thrusts. Getting fucked by Cyrus felt good too, of course. Just as good, actually, but in a very different way. But I felt Cyrus was enjoying this more than he thought he would, so I was quite interested in getting him to explore these growing desires of his.

I reached up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, leaning my lips close, just inches from kissing him. My body shined with sweat, he was certainly putting me through my paces with this fucking. Any mortal woman would have lost this contest a while ago, but fortunately for him it was me he was fucking and I feel I've just found what would be a much happier ending for him in the long run. "I want you to think about me like that Cyrus. I think it's really hot... I like how worked up you get about it... I like how much more it makes you want me... I like how much it excites you. I want you to think about it a lot... about all the men I've fucked... that I'm going to fuck. I'm probably the only woman in town that can reliably take the blacksmith's cock... surely its a public service that I let him rail me silly whenever he gets pent up? You should have seen the state of me after I went to him for my blades. Absolutely covered, head to toe, in thick, hot, potent, minotaur cum. You probably smelt it on me later without realising. If you take a good whiff now, maybe you'll still smell it beneath Urag's musk."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Cyrus is so lost in his pleasure that his hips continue to buck when you roll beneath him and momentarily stop your heated coupling, his thick member threatening to pop free and pump against your thighs. But you manage to bring him home just in time to purr oh so many wicked things to him, made all the more arousing by the way your body bounced underneath him, every hurried thrust of his hips causing your generous tits to pendulum for his viewing pleasure. His mouth near enough hangs open, his eyes zeroing in on all the bounty of your body as he ruts into you, though his focus on your chest comes to bite him in the end, as he witnesses you display just how much cock you took in his absence. A stifled whimper is all he can manage, choking back what must have been a close call on his part, the thought of such a monster stretching the depths he currently found himself bottoming out into causing his balls to tighten in near release.

But you don't let him off with that much. As you continue to talk, he continues to listen, too enraptured with the sensory overload that was your person. Though he tries to look away, you pull him close, leaning in such that you can see every emotion rushing through his head. Shame, arousal, denial, lust, fear, need. You imagine part of him doesn't want to like it. A silly little part of him clinging to pride over pleasure, refusing to accept how worked up you've managed to get him. But there's another part of him steadily winning out: a part that wants to hear it. A part that is so turned on at the thought of big, strong, powerful men plowing you into bliss untold that it can't help but be enchanted by your salacious words. He presses himself ever closer as the moments tick by, his pants heavy in your ear, every breath he takes so full of your scent that it likely doesn't even matter whether the stench of another man's cum lingers on you. Just the notion that it might is enough for him to void his balls of all they had to try and stake his claim.

"I... I can't... Fuck! Aurora!" There's a shudder, a horribly powerful shudder that seems to hit him all at once, and an accompanying thrust that sees the two of you jerk several inches across the cobbled floor, his nuts clapping into your ass one final time as he fills every inch of you that can be filled, "Aurora!"

Your name is fast upon his lips between the involuntary groans and desperate moans that accompany his release. As he collapses into your embrace, you can feel his body tensing as his nerves fire off as once. His cock throbs mightily one, twice, and a third time before you feel the familiar warmth of a much needed orgasm begin to flood your deepest parts. It's all he can do to rock himself against you, trying to stuff everything he has between your legs as his balls unload and unload, his seed plentiful and thick despite having cum only a short while before. It's a testament to how much he must like you, and how much your efforts managed to rile him up besides.

His nearly pained grunting begins to slow, his sweaty body settling atop you as his throbbing dies down and the last few ropes of his kitten batter finds its way just where it needs to be. As he slackens in your arms, you hear him grumble softly into your ear as he collects himself.

"Not... Not fair."

[Lazy Kitsune]

My smile grows wider as I watch his emotions run across his pretty face and feel the throbbing and twitching within me as he tries to hold on, but is constantly being dragged towards his release by my words and body. Feeling him finally give in and tip over, my fingers dig into his shoulders as I hold him close as he empties his seed into me, conceding to me in the most pleasurable way I could make it. Hearing him call my name as he came made it all the sweeter. With the contest over, I felt no reason not to reward him by letting the pleasure he let me feel slip into my voice as I let out a languid sigh right into his ear at the feeling of his kitty batter filling me up. My arms moved further around his shoulders, pulling him against me in a warm embrace to match how my folds milked his cock. My legs follow soon after, closing around his hips to keep him buried deep into me.

I lie there, enjoying the sensation of being stuffed full, as well as the heavy breathing of Cyrus on top of me. Hearing him murmur out one last quiet complaint, I giggle and stroke one of my fingers behind his ear, gently scratching at his scalp. "Sorry, Cyrus. No touchy tomorrow. We still have the rest of today though. And a lovely priestess stuffed full of your kits." I reach over with one hand to where Leah currently rested. Whether she had recovered from the stupor our efforts had put her into before to watch the end of Cyrus and my own contest, or if she was still in a cum induced haze, I brushed my hand gently over her womb to see if I could draw her attention, and highlight to Cyrus his other conquests of the evening.

I cup Cyrus' chin, tilting his head up as I lean in to kiss him softly. I may not have came, but the experience was still incredibly enjoyable. The combination of Cyrus's release, and drawing out some of his deeper desires, both felt like a much needed feeding for my more spiritual side. It was almost like being worshipped again. "Goodness, you've really filled me up. Feels like you came here prepared to knock up an entire convent. Lucky me~"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Though the rush of his arousal began to fade with the twilight of his release, the shameful flush on Cyrus' cheeks does not. The poor guy must be rather embarrassed, not only that he came before you, but also to the thought of you coupling with other men. It's a rather adorable shift from his usual confident, sharp-tongued demeanor, and it's made all the sweeter by the knowledge that very few, if any, of his previous lovers got to see such a flustered, vulnerable expression from the chatty cat boy. His eyes drift away from yours, as if lacking the courage to hold your gaze after the moments you shared, but your gentle ministrations help coax him back to you, his velvety ear twitching into your hand despite your declaration of victory, and his lips eventually finding your own as you pull him into a reassuring kiss. Compared to the hot, passionate kisses you had shared earlier in your romp, it's much softer, more affectionate kiss, but it does well in proving he still thinks of you fondly, even if he's a little too rattled to offer a meaningful comeback. The way his nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck more than makes up for one.

Leah seems to have come around for the most part, though given her relative inexperience with your favorite pastime, her cheeks are possibly even redder than Cyrus', and certainly a match for the messy locks that tumble all about her sweaty shoulders. Given that she had just screamed to her Goddess that she wanted to carry a litter of Cyrus' kittens? You doubt she'd have the courage nor the right to critique of what just transpired between you and your bard. Your fingers on her tummy cause her to shiver slightly, and your words even more. Her eyes downcast, she fiddles with her fingers for a moment before speaking up, her tone mousy and unsure.

"I, uhm. I'm the only priestess for the town, so, uhm... T-There isn't really a convent to, y-y'know... bless in that way. But... If you ever wanted to try, with erhm, with just me, I wouldn't mind... I-I'd like it, even." She stutters enough that one would be forgiven for thinking that not even she was sure if she believed the words. But having seen how hard she came at the mere thought of being knocked up? It doesn't take a lust spirit to know that the day was something of a sexual awakening for more than just Cyrus. Would that you had a cock and balls to bring to bear, maybe you'd indulge her desire for motherhood yourself. In the absence of one, maybe helping seed the next generation of Hawkenthorne with cute, redheaded cat boys and girls would suffice.

[Lazy Kitsune]

With one hand I idly scratch behind Cyrus's ears as he nuzzles in against my neck. I plant a few kisses on his forehead, cooing softly as she gets comfortable. My own legs relax to the sides of his hips, letting us lie softly intertwined in the afterglow. My other hand roams across Leah's body, gently stroking her soft curves before finding her arm and running down it. I find her hand and take it into my own, giving it a soft squeeze. "I'm sure Cyrus will be around quite often to bless you as many times as it takes to fill you up with his litter, isn't that right lover boy?"

I ruffle his hair and give him another quick kiss before turning my attention back to Leah. "Mmmh~ And you are going to look just gorgeous all swollen with his kids. To think your tits are going to get even bigger! I think that's a blessing for everyone else just as much as it is for you."

I lean my head back with a satisfied sigh, staring up at the ceiling high above us. With a cheeky grin, I look around towards the statues of the Living Gods erected in this church, shooting them a quick wink. "And if you lot are watching, I hope that good show made for a decent enough introduction. If you were around last time I was, in one form or another, hopefully that'll remind you of me. And if not, well, now you should know everything you need to."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Through the fatigue of what must have been one of the most powerful nuts of his life, Cyrus still manages to throb inside you at the mention of packing Leah full of his offspring. Not that he could be blamed of course; the redhead was an absolute delight to look at, and even better to lay with.

"Yeah I'd... I'd like that too. I can't think of a better woman to have a litter with."

It's about all he can manage, but it's more than enough for the fertility icon that is the town's sole holy woman. Her pretty cheeks continue to glow at the implication, and she shuffles a little closer to both you and Cyrus, eager to share in the sweet little moment unfolding. She intertwines her fingers with your own, and places her other hand on Cyrus' sweaty back, rubbing it affectionately. Something you can feel him return with the curve of his tail, gently stroking her leg. Your words earn a bashful little look from the priestess, casting her gaze away in modesty, although it earns the smallest of smiles from her all the same.

"They're already a little hard to manage... but I wouldn't mind if it meant getting to be a mother."

The icons of the various Gods remain as placid as they ever were, but you'd like to think, one divinity to another, that they bore witness to your offering in their most holy of places. Perhaps if the gods that had come to rule the current era were as living as their name implied, you'd get to meet a few of them face to face. But that'd be something to consult with the priests about.

"Is it true?" Leah seems to snap out of her reverie a little more as you talk to the statues, enough that she pushes herself up onto one arm, so she can properly look you over, "That you're a spirit? I didn't fully believe Cyrus when he told me, but after seeing you myself... It's hard to believe anything that predates Lumia and the Living Gods still exists in this world."

There's a little look of consternation on her features as she considers whether or not to speak again, but eventually finds her nerve.

"Why now? Y-Your return, I mean. Does it have something to do with the... the demon?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

With Leah coming closer to us, I mirror Cyrus's own actions, sliding my tail over towards her to pull her into our joined embrace. My tail curved around her waist, eager to feel the curvaceous priest nestled into my side as we all basked in the afterglow of our shared fun. My address to the owners of the house, however, seems to get Leah's mind working away from the carnal matters we had all enjoyed. She posed questions, both directly and indirectly, that I must admit I didn't feel wholly confident in answering. I pout a little as the conversation moves on from talking about Leah's tits swelling with milk, but I can always circle back to that another time in the future - perhaps when the time comes to ask for a taste.

I tilt my head to face Leah, now much closer to cuddle with Cyrus and myself. "Its true. Seems next to no one believes me, they all think I'm a tainted elf or something like that. Which I suppose isn't completely inaccurate... but I've gotten the sense that elves now are very different to what they were like back when I was one. But yeah, I'm a lust spirit. The lust spirit, once upon a time. Also other things, like adventure and expression and desire, but it seems like everyone mostly focuses on the lust. Can't say I blame them, I am sexy as fuuuuuck~" I giggle and plant a kiss on Leah's nose, before giving her a wink.

"I don't know if I predate your gods... but if they existed back during my time then it was either by other names, or their influence had no yet reached me. Though the world has changed many times over... the feel in the air is completely different to before, and all memory of me has past entirely. I have a lot of history to catch up on, it would seem. But I like new and exciting things, and right now everything is new and exciting."

I go quiet for a moment at the mention of the demon. It seems this demon keeps getting brought up in relation to me, one way or another. And it really did seem like a connection was undeniable. A slight tremble ran up my spine as I recalled the dream that came to me right as my powers started to return to me as well. I had never seen this demon, only heard descriptions, but I felt certain that was her in my dream. It was not unknown to me for beings of sufficient power to be able to visit others dreams, or draw them into a dream that they own. But there seemed little reason for this demon to do that... unless we truly were connected somehow.

"It seems... likely." I say, answering Leah's final question. "But I'm not sure how or why. I think her arrival helped wake me up, but if there's any connection deeper than that, I don't know it yet."

I put on a warm smile and the tip of my tail slides up to stroke Leah's cheek. "But it's nothing to worry about, because now this demon has to worry about an ass kicking lust spirit starting her days as an adventurer!" I ruffle Cyrus' hair as well and continue. "And I've got a cute bard sidekick too! Her days of demonic evil doing are numbered."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You had known Leah for only a short time, most of it spent coaxing whorish moans and pleas for pregnancy from her, but when matters of the Living Gods come up, the redhead manages to comport herself as well as any priestess would... although the seriousness of her expression is somewhat lessened by the fact she wears little more than Cyrus' seed still.

"I'm... glad you feel that way. I must admit, I was somewhat worried you might have been in league with it, at first," She seems bashful to admit such, if only because she realizes it might insult you, to be compared to such a malevolent entity, "But I can see now you have a good heart! S-So, don't worry. I won't try to throw any salt on you or anything like that. My uncle, on the other hand..."

Cyrus, perhaps realizing the conversation had shifted away from the matters which vexed him so, stirs from your embrace just enough to free his head from your shoulder. He still seems quite content to receive a thorough ruffling, though.

"Once he's recovered, you ought to make ol' Heinrich's acquaintance. I've never seen him in action myself, but if what Marianne said is true, he was the one who sent that hell-beast packing when it blew the old temple to rubble. He probably knows more about what happened than anybody," Your pretty kitty proves the value of knowing just about everyone in town once again, although his expression grows a little sheepish as he continues, "Granted... maybe it's better if we don't wait for him to recover. If he can send an honest-to-goodness demon packing, I'd hate to see what he'd do to you if he thought you were in league with it. Or what he'd do to me if Leah starts to show..."

Leah gives a nervous laugh in response.

"I-I'm sure my uncle would be very reasonable, if he found out I were with child. As long as you aren't opposed to making a few vows..." She certainly doesn't sound nearly as sure about that statement as she did her desire to bear children, though she's happy enough to continue along, "It may be some time until he's able to return to his duties. The demon must have wounded him terribly; he's been in seclusion since he staggered back to the chapel. He won't even let me tend to his wounds..."

[Lazy Kitsune]

As Leah speaks, my hand frees itself from hers only so I could wrap my arm around her properly, planting my hand firmly on her buttocks now that I had her nestled into my side. Both her and Cyrus were raising good points. If Heinrich was a representative of a church that cultivated priestesses such as Leah, then he can't be all that bad to talk to. "Well I'd certainly like to talk to him if the possibility arises. I'll do my best to look less demony for the occasion. Maybe dress like a priestess as well... oooh, or wear underwear that isn't designed to look sexy." I give Leah's ass a quick squeeze and reach down to do the same with Cyrus's butt. "Or who knows, maybe this got me enough of my lust juice back to shapeshift again. I could show you what I used to look like. Cyrus will have more freckles to play with than he knows what to do with."

I raise a hand up from Cyrus's ass and hold it above us, squinting at it curiously. "Hmm... no, doesn't look like its changing. Maybe after I get some sleep, we'll see. That's when the gift that returned to me already awoke. Though I think I've got some building up to do to get to that." I sigh, and my hand lowers itself back down and starts playing with Cyrus's ears once more. "I guess I have no choice but to fuck my way to full strength. Woe is me." I giggle a little at that, before trying to get back on track.

"It is a bit concerning that your uncle won't let you look at his wounds. Perhaps I should visit him sooner rather than later. I've already agreed to help the town out with another task, which I'll want to get to as soon as possible, but would you be okay with Cyrus and myself visiting your uncle while he's recovering. If this demon and myself are connected in some way and she's the one who injured him, then maybe there's something I can do to help him heal. Just a thought... I don't actually know if it works like that, but it feels like its worth trying."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Both give you a curious glance when you try to exercise your more spiritual powers... and can only blink when little happens. Not that either can complain much, especially Cyrus, given the way you tease him in tandem with the attention to his fluffy ear, which flickers against your palm while you stroke it. Thoughts of fucking yourself back to your full power beside, the subject of visiting the town's old priest once again take center stage in the discussion, and Leah seems to ponder the matter for a time.

"Well... It's not as if he refuses to have any visitors. Miss Marianne visited him after she inspected the ruins to make sure nothing lingered. I don't know what they talked about, exactly... I didn't have the courage to ask," The plump little priestess admits, fiddling with her hands just a little more, "I-I couldn't help it. She frightens me!"

Rolling his eyes, Cyrus makes to push up off you, although he can only groan as he feels his member shift within your tight, cum-filled slit. As he struggles onto his knees, he pulls his heavy length from between your legs, the spines along his crown grinding along your depth it frees itself from your embrace. A deluge of kitty cream follows, spilling out onto the cobbles by virtue of volume, though he doesn't seem to mind much, gripping his half-erect shaft and making to flick it free of the excess, though he does stop for a moment.

"Did you, uh... Did you want to clean me up? I'd appreciate it." It's almost cute how he tries to hide his hope for a little more precious Aurora time, even if its just to feel your mouth around his shaft for as long as it took to suck him clean, "I don't mind visiting the old man tonight if you're up to it, but we should probably avoid doing it drenched in sweat and cum."

[Lazy Kitsune]

I chuckle as Leah mentions being frightened by Marianne. "Is it the eyepatch? Don't worry, she's not a pirate. At least... I think she's not a pirate. She's lovely though, really. Maybe you should join the two of us at the bathhouse sometime. Might find her less scary if you see her without her clothes on." The idea of enjoying a steamy threesome in the bathhouse with Marianne and Leah was certainly tantalising, although Leah was still getting used to the current level of sexual exploration Cyrus and myself had got her to so best not to push that angle too much - especially if such a tryst would lead to Marianne propositioning Leah to spend time with Urag as well, as she did with me. Such a fast pace dragging her from partner to partner might leave the poor priestess too flushed and flustered for her own good. Still, even without hot, steamy, pussy smacking sex going on between the three of them, it might still be a nice opportunity for all three of them to get to know each other better.

Thoughts of girly fun in the bathhouse are quickly dissolved, however, as Cyrus's cock reminds me very quickly of the pleasures men have to offer as well. I moan out, no longer working to keep my noises reserved, as he pulls his cock out of my sensitive folds, his barbs grinding along my passage on the way out before a small fountain of his spunk follows suit. My eyes roll back in my head as I feel my hips buck as if in vain attempting to keep his cock within me. "Ooh~ Gods, Cyrus, I swear... Your cock's something else entirely on the out thrust." I gasp, giggling a little as I lift my head up to look at the mess spilling out between my legs.

"Yes... we've got quite a bit of cleaning up to do. You've made a mess of yourself just as much as you have of us, Cyrus." I say, giving Leah's ass another squeeze. With Cyrus having lifted himself off of me, my other hand was now free to trail across her chest, stealing up a strand of Cyrus's cum she still wore and holding it up on the tip of my finger between us, offering her a chance to taste some of it as I licked a little off as well.

"Mmh~ I'm more than happy to clean you up Cyrus. What do you say, Leah? Want to help get him nice and presentable to meet your uncle with me?" I say. I sit upright, guiding Leah along with me as one of my hands reaches down and gives Cyrus's cock a tender stroke, my fingers becoming coated with the seed that covered it. "How about we take turns... one of us cleaning the mess on his cock and balls, while the other cleans the mess he left on us, then we switch over to make sure we both get nice and clean. Sound fun? Which way round do you want to go first?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You can't help but notice Leah gets even more flustered at the mention of sharing a little intimate time with Marianne. Given the dangerous air about her, the wicked grin she sports and the way she wields her tongue, you can only imagine quite a few of Hawkenthorne's young women had found themselves discovering certain aspects of themselves at the innkeeper's behest. Whether or not Leah would be so bold as to join their ranks remained to be seen, but you can't imagine the dark-haired mercenary would protest the prospect of sharing such a buxom beauty between the two of you.

Cyrus, for his part, rubs the back of his head bashfully at your compliment. Silver-tongued as he is, it seems he's equally susceptible to praise when it's leveled his way. Either that, or he's simply glad you still find his cock pleasurable, given your newfound insight into a certain complex he has. He doesn't seem to dwell on it for too long, though, given the promise of a pair of worshipful tongues is next on the docket.

"I, uhm, well..." It's rather cute how, despite being so thoroughly fucked right in her own temple, the holy woman manages to offer up the most demure little expressions when faced with your propositions. Not so demure as to deny them, you find, as she leans forward and gives your finger a few little flicks despite herself.

"It... It is tasty, I guess... M-Maybe I can do his balls?" Even Leah seems a little taken aback by her own boldness, though you suppose a fertility priestess would want to cherish a fine pair of family jewels, "They're just... I t-think they're manly, is all! So, I'd like to... lick them, uhm... for him. While you... do the same, for my... my big, priestly tits."

Not the most elegant attempt at dirty talk, but an attempt none-the-less!

[Lazy Kitsune]

Leah's attempt at dirty talk made Cyrus's line the other day seem positively smooth. But it was a delight to hear, even as clunky as it was. I couldn't hold back my grin, thrilled to hear Leah even attempting to engage like this. I could tell it was a big step for her, and squeezed her shoulder fondly as she spoke. It was... a little arousing, despite her awkward demeanour, to hear her put voice to her desires in this situation, both in what she wanted to do to Cyrus, and in what she wanted from me.

"Yeah... I think I'd like that..." I whisper, letting my voice carry with my breath to her ear as I leaned in closer to her. "I think I'd like that a lot... Licking all of that cum off your tits, while you slide your tongue across the balls that coated you. I can worship your tits, worship them like they were the bosom of that busty fertility goddess of yours, while you suck clean the sack of the man whose litter you'll carry. Does that sound like a plan, my pretty priestess?" I stroke her cheek lightly, leaning in to kiss her her and hold it for a few moments before pulling back and letting her reply.

I turn to look over to Cyrus and give him a wink. "Try not to spray another load over us while we're cleaning up, or we'll be here all night. If you're gonna bust again, at least wait until I'm cleaning your shaft so I can suck down your thick, creamy load right into my throat before it has a chance to make any more of a mess."

I usher Leah to get onto her hands and knees before Cyrus, or to lower herself into a partially lying position if she felt her legs were still a bit too shaky after her thorough fucking to lift herself from the ground, smacking her ass to encourage her into position. As she did so, I lounged myself out against the cold stone floor alongside her, my hands cupping her large tits by their sides and squeezing them together. "These really are beautiful." I murmur, planting a kiss on each nipple.

I have to stop myself from playing with them in a silly fashion, juggling them around in my grip and making a squelching noise from squeezing them together while Cyrus's spunk filled the valley between them. I start to cup them more tenderly as I run my tongue across her plentiful breasts, licking it clean of the kitty cream with stroke after stroke, occasionally pressing my lips to the skin to suck Cyrus's spunk up from her body directly. I kiss across her more than just her tits as well, drawing more of her upper body into my appreciation, almost using the freckles on her skin as markers to plant my lips upon. Though as she asked, her tits were where I showered most of my attention, and I enjoyed their bounty hungrily.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Y-Yes!" Leah nearly loses her words as she exhales the breath she didn't know she was holding, your sensuous dirty talk apparently hitting her just where you wanted it to. "I really... really like that plan."

If you made a habit of returning to the temple, maybe you could take her under your wing and show her how it was done. You didn't think many men would be able to hold their nut when faced with such a sweet, innocent voice purring the kind of filthy things that bounced around in your mind. And if you knew anything about Leah so far, she seemed to much prefer it when the men she fancied gave their nut over to her rather than hold onto it themselves. But that was a plan for a later time. In the current, you find Leah decides to take the more submissive approach to tending Cyrus' messy sex, laying her sweaty back down against cold stone, a little shiver causing her generous body to quake as she did. She scoots up a little so that her mouth can settle between his legs, and her hands coax Cyrus into resting a little lower into his kneel, his heavy balls dropping down to rest against her lips.

"I'll tr-hhy!"

Cyrus tries his best to maintain his composure, but Leah's soft, worshipful kisses evolve into a few sloppy slurps before he's able to even finish his assurance. You can see her gently mouthing each of his hefty nuts, suckling as much skin as she can fit between her soft little lips before moving along to another, untended part. You imagine she must be quite thankful to have her face hidden by the cat boy's sex: the way you toy with her body, making her motherly tits squelch so lewdly must be terribly embarrassing, as if having such a bountiful rack was anything to be ashamed of, much less one that had been so thoroughly anointed by a cute boy. Your tongue makes quick work of the voluminous seed that coats them, your lips trailing between the freckles that line her chest and the milky white skin of her huge breasts.

Clean-up operation though it is, you find the tender efforts put on by both you and Leah to heat things back up in short order. The priestess' plump thighs clenched together in need as you lavished her sensitive bosom, squelching the cum that leaked liberally from between her previously virginal folds, and though Cyrus tries to keep himself in check, his cock begins to twitch mightily in defiance, growing stiffer and stiffer as Leah moans into his sack. It all but jumps to attention by the time she nestles her face nearer his ass, her suckling causing him to stand erect despite his fatigue. That was the way of things, when mortals spent time with you. They'd fuck themselves dry and then some, lost in the sensations you provided. Perhaps it was up to you to try and bring them both to a satisfying close before a whole new mess was made in your honor.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Oh dear. It looked like our little cleaning operation may be too much for Cyrus, and Leah and myself would have to clean each other up all over again. How truly dreadful. Still, as much as letting this devolve into a night of cyclical threesomes sounded delightful, we did just discuss visiting Heinrich moments ago so it was best to at least try to usher this in the direction of wrapping up. Hoping Cyrus could hold on just for a few moments, I give Leah's tits a brief kiss goodbye before my lips and tongue trail down across her belly, cleaning up a few more strands of cum that had trickled down her body. With them out of the way, I find my face drawing over to between her legs. This may tip things over the edge too quickly, but I couldn't resist the chance.

I dip my face between her thighs, cleaning up the coating of her juices and Cyrus's cum that stuck along the insides of her legs. I lap my tongue across her skin with an eager haste, indulging in the feast her thighs had to offer me. Soon enough, my lips found themselves planted upon her pussy, suckling lightly on her clit before my tongue lapped at the seed that was spilling forth from within. I did not delve my tongue too deep into her - that can be saved for another time. I suspected Leah might quite enjoy the feeling of Cyrus's seed held within her, so if I could leave her carrying most of his kitty batter even after we've cleaned up then I would. I simply focused on catching what was already in the process of spilling out, and enjoying the taste of her pussy while I was at it.

Once I was confident I had stemmed the tied of seed flowing out from between her legs, I lifted by now juice stained lips up from between her legs and looked over to see how Cyrus was doing. I slide up alongside Leah, careful not to move onto her body to avoid staining it once again with the cum I currently wore. My tail made sure she wasn't left utterly without my attention however and replaced my tongue between her legs. The tip tickled at her clit while sliding around her pussy lips, hoping to bring her to the climax my attention on her tits and clit had started to build within her.

My mouth now had a new target. If I had time before his release, I would bring my lips to his tip right away and bring my head down onto his cock with a languid moan. Taking it into my throat, I offer no slow build up, bobbing my head up and down his cock with languid moans that showed how much I enjoyed his taste. I look up at him, a cheeky fire in my eyes I suck tight around his shaft, so that if he were to blow his load it would be safely kept from spilling out onto our bodies.