Well, that wasn’t so bad!
Truth be told Flora had enjoyed her role as innkeep of the Riftwall Tavern, even if it was to be a one-night performance. It made her think about her life with Trace, and weather Lyn’Knol needed a new inn. As she wiped down the bar, she had to admit she envied Adira the place she’d carved for herself here. The white-furred keidran had built a cozy life, a place where she was respected and appreciated, even by humans. It was definitely one of the things she envied the snow-leopard for… Maybe it’s just that big fluffy collar of hers. Who’s to say how much of it is just fur? she mused, knowing that she didn’t cut quite the sort of ‘tavern-wench’ figure the patrons were used to.
“There, these are the last ones!” A voice piped up from beside her, drawing Flora’s attention to the cub still chipper in spite of the late hour.
Well, she did have a child. They’re bound to grow after a pregnancy… she assured herself as she took the mugs from the girl’s hands and set to washing them. It was a lot of work running this place, even though Maeve was helpful, but it really was rewarding work. It was all about making people feel welcome and comfortable which Flora felt was second nature for her. Her only worry had been her ability to break up a tavern-brawl before it wound up breaking up the tavern, but all the guests had been well behaved.
She found herself wishing Trace was here with her, but on one paw it was a good thing he wasn’t. It was that time of the year for her and Flora knew that if her man was here it was unlikely that she’d do the sensible thing and get a good night’s rest before getting up early to take up her duties as temporary in-keeper. Still, he was coming back tomorrow, same as Adira, so tomorrow night could be as restless as she liked, a notion that had the tiger’s tail-tip flicking in anticipation.
Sleep came quickly to Flora after a tiring day, but would prove less than restful. In the absence of her lover, her mind had conjured him up soon after her dream began taking shape. He’d arrived sooner than expected, and was trying to surprise her, sneaking first into her room and then her bed. For her part flora felt like letting him, pretending to be asleep as he touched her, timid caresses at first but becoming needier as the hand roamed freely through striped orange fur. It was tame but quite vivid, and at one point the drowsy feline felt like she was almost awake but dismissed the notion, because the caresses she’d dreamed of hadn’t stopped.
She remained lying on her side as Trace sidled up behind her, the feeling of a warm body pressing against her almost real as she did her best to feign sleep. A hand running along her side now, gentle and soft as it slid up a slender waist to the swell of her chest, stopping once the fingertips brushed against a perky feline mound. She couldn’t suppress a sigh and she felt the tensing of the body behind her, but when she failed to give any sign of waking her lover relaxed once again. Or at least most of him did. There was something hard and warm poking into the soft fur of her tush, something that wouldn’t relax quite so easily. Her mind still blurry, she wondered how long she could keep this up – feigning sleep in her sleep! 
She felt like she might be able to keep the act up to the very end, but when a purr filled her ears she smiled, knowing that her little ruse was broken. But after the few seconds it took her to realize the feline rumble was not coming from her, the keidran’s eyes shot open, dispelling the notion that she was dreaming. A wave of panic griped her, her nostrils flaring as she caught the scent of…
“M-Maeve?” Flora almost squeaked out, still unable to believe that the cub she’d only recently tucked into bed had snuck into her and was cuddling up in a very adult way.
“Mh-hmm” came the murmured response, but the young body remained pressed to hers.
“Maeve, what are you…” she asked, squirming as it became apparent she hadn’t dreamed about something hard and hot poking back there! The moment she began to move the cub broke her hold, scooting back and kneeling on the bed as Flora turned to see…
“Oh!” the tigress gasped, the pale-furred body of her visitor clearly visible in the moonlight spilling through the window, lit well enough that Flora couldn’t miss the pink spire sticking out between the girl’s legs. It was a rarity but not unheard of among keidran, although Flora had never suspected Adira’s daughter had an extra endowment, not to mention not expecting to find the cub grinding said endowment against her rump!
“I’m sorry I just… couldn’t help it. I’ve kinda been looking at you all day, and then I couldn’t get to sleep. I just needed to see you again, but when I came into the room… y-you smell kinda nice…” the cub said shyly, and it took the tigress a few moments to work things out.
Yes, Maeve would be at that age when her body began to change and the changes took their toll on an innocent young mind. She remembered her own restless nights during that time of life and how bad they were before she worked out how to sate her urges, at least enough to get some sleep. And looking at the cub kneeling on her bed, her nostrils flaring, her tail whipping behind her and he young body tense as a coiled spring, she guessed it was even harder for someone with two developing bits to satisfy. And just about the worst thing that could happen to a cub in that condition would be to wind up under the same roof with a female keidran whose body was giving some very encouraging signals. And if Maeve had been too restless to sleep before, minutes spent in the same room with Flora after she’d had that stimulating dream would make things much, much worse.
“Maeve, you… you really can’t just climb into bed with people like that…” Flora explained, doing her best to keep her eyes off the pale-pink erection sticking out of the cub’s crotch. The shaft wasn’t particularly big but it looked almost obscene contrasted to the girlish figure of the leopard kitten.
“I know! I tried to go to sleep. Usually I can manage but now…” the cub pleaded, sounding on the verge of tears. Any feelings flora had about being indecently assaulted by her tiny intruder were gone at the sight of the girl’s distress.
“Can’t you… y’know… take care of it?” she said hopefully, but the girl’s blank stare made it clear she had no idea how.
“I… could you just let me… mate with you? Just for tonight! Please?” the cub pleaded.
Flora blushed at the thought, but she was also trying extra hard to look the girl in the face and not let her eyes drift downward. It was clear Maeve didn’t fully understand what she was asking. She’d probably been told that these things were happening to her because she was growing up and her body was developing for mating, but at her age Flora couldn’t imagine she knew what it really was. She’s probably never even seen… she began but stopped herself short. Maeve was a feline keidran, possessing a silent tread, keen night-eyes and a boundless if not reckless curiosity. And this was an inn after all – what people did in the privacy of a rented room… why even she and Trace had…
She felt her face heat up and her tail bristle at the idea that the distressed kitten in front of her might have seen (if not watched!) herself and her human lover do the sort of things adults in love did when they felt the urge. But she was just a child! There must be something she could do short of lifting her tail for the well-endowed cub to let her have some sleep.
“Maeve I can’t let you… we can’t mate but I’m going to try to help you, okay?” she asked, and the cub just nodded gratefully. Flora couldn’t help but notice the girl’s tail got a bit animated as well…
“All right then just… uh, just lie down here…” she said, feeling awkward in more ways than she could count.
Part of her felt uneasy about doing this because she loved Trace, but the idea that she was actually being unfaithful seemed ludicrous. She loved him and she knew there was no chance of some adult activity with Maeve changing her mind or her heart. She also felt painfully aware that her romantic life had been somewhat limited and wasn’t sure how she felt about doing something like this so casually. But once Maeve was stretched out on the bed and she got a good look at her, it was clear the cub desperately needed release. Her erection looked almost painfully stiff and under the sheath her still growing testes seemed very snug in their little sack. It will probably be over before I know it. How much stamina can she possibly have?
With that encouraging thought held in her mind the tigress positioned herself between the girl’s skinny legs, her nose twitching as she got closer and closer to her crotch. She was hardly a connoisseur but she rather liked a way a male smelled down there – almost like a sharp spice insinuating itself into her senses and sensibility at the same time.
Trace would understand... she thought to herself. He was quite fond of Maeve himself and certainly wouldn't want her or any other child to suffer. And the girl was obviously pent-up past the point of discomfort. When she reached out to brush her fingers against the fuzzy sack she could feel just how hard the cub's testes felt. It made it clear the kitten wasn't just faking this to get what she wanted. And the tigress couldn't ignore the way her own nostrils were flaring the closer her muzzle got to the pink erection the girl was sporting. There really was something about it that drew her closer until she could feel the heat of the feline member against her nose pad. It was pink, glistening and with tiny little bumps she knew were the still un-flared barbs most feline keidran possessed. They supposedly felt very intense during mating, but that didn't really matter to Flora. She knew how to take care of these things with her muzzle, and once she was done the girl looking expectantly down at her would be spent and ready for a good night's rest. She gave the shaft a few licks, and her ears swiveled in surprise at the noises this coaxed out.
Usually when she did this for Trace she'd get a groan, maybe a gasp if she got too enthused and forgot how rough her tongue was. But Maeve's gasp was sharp, girlish and innocent, and quite at odds with the hot feline length leaking against the tigress’ tongue. It was hard to associate something as brazenly masculine as this and the shy, attentive girl she'd come to know. Well, if a few licks were getting those noises out, this wouldn't take long...
With that in mind, Flora licked up the twitching length, stopping only when she reached the tip. She kissed it first before aiming her eyes upward at the panting cub's face, making sure she hadn't changed her mind about this. But one look at those eyes was enough, and a second later Flora's muzzle was opening, her tongue cradling the feline length as she smoothly took it into the warm wetness of her mouth. The noises this coaxed were even more amusing, enough to make the tigress smile around her mouthful, but not enough to giggle. She was surprised by how much she was getting into this, driven by the scent and now the sweet taste of a young malehood springing from the quivering girlish body. Downward and downward her lips went until she could feel the girl's sheath brushing against them and the tip almost reaching the back of her throat. 
She gave Maeve a moment to get her breath back before lifting her muzzle, her lips clinging to the pink length as a long, plaintive gasp reached her ears. An endearing and innocent noise despite the fact she had the child throbbing in her muzzle. It did the trick though, making Flora's tail twitch behind her and her own lips moisten as she got more into this than she thought. There was something building in her and since she was sure that Maeve would appreciate it she didn't bother stifling herself.
The purr started deep in the tigress chest, running up her throat and filling the already stuffed muzzle. Maeve's eyes lost focus and Flora caught sight of the girl's still flat chest rising and falling rapidly as she fought for her breath. She couldn't help but think she looked a lot like Trace did the first time this happened, even though the noises she was making were decidedly different. So the tigress kept up her purring as she slid her mouth up and down, her tongue cradling the feline shaft now leaking in her mouth like a broken spigot. With her hands resting on the cub's skinny thighs she could feel the tremors shaking the young body, knowing that she was sure to be done soon.
She'd been expecting to feel the kitty-cock on her mouth to start the tell-tale twitches, but was surprised when two small paws dug into her mane and pushed her head down. Maeve was to small to really force her face into her crotch, but it was a curiously dominant gesture for the normally shy girl, and Flora didn't really mind playing along. With her lips kissing the girl's sheath she molded her tongue against the underside of her masculine endowment, reaching out with one hand to cup the bulging little sack she wasn't surprised was twitching. The little leopardess' gasps rose in tone and intensity until a high-pitched whimper announced her climax.
Flora knew what to expect but was still surprised by the force of the first rope of cub-spunk hitting the back of her throat. She managed to force the gooey gulp down, figuring the kitten couldn't have more than a couple of shots like that left. But the cock buried in her muzzle showed no stopping after half a dozen strong spurts, the barbs along its length now flared enough that she could feel them against her tongue. She was doing her best but a few particularly strong squirts made her choke and forced the tigress to pull her muzzle off the moaning cub's erection just to catch her breath. She ended up catching more than that as Maeve's tip continued to spray, sending streaks of fresh white leopard seed all over her face. By the time the girl was empty the still plump sack had stopped twitching, the ropes of spunk settling into a slow dribble from the still twitching tip.
Flora looked at the kitten's face, expecting to see an expression of bliss fading into the oblivion of deep sleep. She was sure Maeve would be so wiped out she'd have to carry her to bed, but to her surprise the cub was squirming, and her face soon looked as distressed as it had before she'd let her mate her muzzle.
"Maeve, are you feeling any better?" she asked, licking her face clean as best she could.
"It... it felt really nice just then but... now it's worse than before!" the cub groaned.
"No sweetie, that's not how those work. What just happened to you was an orgasm, or a 'cum'. Now your little stiffy's going to go soft and back to its... huh..." the tigress said, stopping when she looked down only to see the pink kittenhood still erect and occasionally twitching. She kept staring at it, certain that any moment now it would begin to shrink and slip back into the plump sheath just above the cub's slit, but the feline member staring back at her remained hard.
"Flora, please..." Maeve mewled, the tone making it clear the girl wasn't faking this.
The tigress had misgivings but she couldn't just let the kitten suffer through the whole night, especially if her attempt to help really made things worse. Pushing her own discomfort aside, she made a decision to give Maeve's male bits what they obviously wanted.
"Okay sweetie, we'll try something else..." she said, laying down on the bed and noticing that drinking down the little leopard's load had gotten her pretty wet down there. "Just scoot over here... yes, like that..." she said, spreading her legs apart and guiding the well-endowed girl between them. "Now, before we do this, you know that feeling you got just before you squirted?"
"U-huh..." the girl replied, managing to draw her eyes away from the tigress' chest now inches away from her face.
"Good, now it's very, very important that you let me know the moment you feel that again. We can't let you squirt inside me, okay?" she said, knowing she was fertile and that the girl's sack still looked heavy enough to leave her with kittens if it emptied within her.
"Okay..."
"Good. Now I'm going to guide you inside me. Once I do you just do whatever feels natural. Do what feels nice and just do it at whatever pace feels comfortable..." she explained.
The girl would be losing her virginity, and Flora wanted her to feel safe and in control as she did. This probably wouldn't be the vigorous love-making she was used to, but she could always take care of her own needs once she put Maeve to bed. She'd just be here for the girl and let her gently hump and grind herself to orgasm. Besides, someone needed to concentrate to make sure she didn't finish up inside.
She could feel the kitten's warm breath blowing over her stiff nipples and into the puff of fur just above her cleavage, the awkwardness in her movement as she had her scoot along until the shaft she was grasping was close enough. Her won breathing grew rapid when she aimed the tip between her folds, urging her little lover to go just a bit further up.
The feline member was different, and at first it seemed comically small as the tip slid in, but Flora found her breath coming short and her eyes going wide as her slippery sex stretched around the lower part of the shaft. By the time the softly grunting cub had climbed far enough along her body for her face to be nestled between her breasts and for her sheath to tickle Flora's smooth labia, the tigress felt a very satisfying fullness.
It was hard to reconcile the member throbbing in her eager sex with the small, elfin form draped over her. The sensation of a male sheathed in her was welcome, especially with the demands her own body had been making, but having an awed kitten mounting her like this was more enticing than she'd expected it to be.
The cub's expression as she found her erection being swallowed up by the tigress' sweltering sex was priceless, and for a few moments the little leopardess just kept still as she adjusted to this new kind of intimacy. But curiosity brought her out of the trance, and once her eyes focused they did so on the white-furred mounds her cheek had been resting against. Little paws slid up reverently along her body, finally settling on the fluffy mounds with a gasp of wonder from the girl.
"So big..." the cub whispered, her paws trembling slightly as she palmed the supple flesh.
As the cub fondled her Flora had to admit to a shameful delight at her words and the enthusiasm with which the girl kneaded and pawed at what she knew was a modest bosom. Maeve obviously didn't mind, her little fingers lovingly squeezing and caressing, her muzzle slightly open in awe as she groped the prone tigress. It didn't take long for Flora's stiff nipples to draw the girl attention, her ears perking and swiveling at the noises she coaxed from the tigress just by gently tweaking and pinching the nubs. 
She managed to tear her gaze away from them to look up at Flora's face, and after getting a little nod from the grown feline she lowered her muzzle and took one nub into her mouth. Flora had promised herself to just lay back and let the girl take this at her pace, but couldn't stop herself from placing a hand on the back of her head, gently cradling the kitten's face against her breast as the girl murmured around the tiny mouthful, occasionally giving it a suckle or a flick of her tongue.
Her lower half wasn't entirely idle, the slim, waifish hips moving just a little, just enough to stir the sheathed length around in the tigress' snug sex. Flora supposed that even the miniscule motions felt amazing to her young lover who still had no idea just how intense mating could really be. To the striped keidran it felt pleasant, but frustratingly inadequate. She was fighting an urge to buck her hips up, to beg the girl to do a little more, realizing that without even trying Maeve was teasing her in a way Trace didn't have the heart to.
But instinct was more powerful than ignorance, and without being told what to do the swiveling of the cub's hips turned to a gentle grinding. She would push forward as far as she could, smooshing her sheath against the now soaked lips of the tigress making appreciative noises before she relaxed and let herself slip back a fraction of an inch. But it was enough to teach the kitten that moving around felt nice, but that pushing herself in and out could turn into something amazing.
The first time the cub pulled out Flora had to bite her lip to stifle either a very silly or very, very telling moan. Hundreds of little nubs pointed back dragged against the sensitive walls of her sex, and even though she was very wet by now the sensation was so intense Flora could feel her tail puffing up. The cub's thrust was smooth, and the hard young shaft held in her loins seemed like it was polished stone if not for the heat and the occasional twitch that made it clear it was living flesh. But the next time it slid in those little bumps made themselves known again, making Flora's toes curl and her eyes cross.
But Maeve didn't notice this and happily went on doing what instinct was telling her to do, her slim young hips moving as the cute, panting girl went about breeding her. But then again Flora had instincts as well, and her body not only recognized what was happening but welcomed it. As she relaxed a little and got her breathing under control she found other muscles in her body doing the same, just before they took on a life of their own. When she was with Trace and things were far enough along Flora would clench up down there, savoring the way it made her lover's presence within her body even more clear and thrilling as her tunnel molded itself to every contour of her mate. But the feline cock in her was different, and clamping down on it had made the barbs feel uncomfortably intense. Left to its own devices, Flora could feel her body respond on some deep reflex, the walls of her sex fluttering in a complex rhythm that kept the touch of her silken walls feather-soft every time Maeve pulled out.
The tigress' toes were still curling and she still couldn't really get her eyes to focus, but now the intensity of the feline cock was welcome, a new thrill she hadn't really been expecting. It also made her feel a little different about what she was doing. Even when she'd let the girl mount, she'd been telling herself she was just going to let the kitten sate her urges, but how could she still think that now that she was doing her best not to writhe under her diminutive lover? As clumsy as she was she was rutting away on instinct and Flora knew it was only a matter of time before Maeve brought her to orgasm.
The kitten had dropped Flora's tit from her muzzle and was huffing and chirring away with her face half-hidden by the white tuft crowning the tigress' bust. Her little body was putting in a monumental effort, every muscle brought into play to rut the female under her as fiercely as she could. Had the girl been fully grown Flora knew she'd be squealing under the force of her thrusts, but the little leopardess pounding away at her was definitely something she could handle.
She also realized she'd been wrong when she thought she'd be taking care of her own needs alone a little later. Her body was getting what it needed and her mind was luxuriating in the sensations of a male, as well as the endearing sight of the cute little kitten huffing away on top of her. She soon she was mumbling encouragements to Maeve, as much as she could as she fought for breath. It was rising within her, the fantastic tension she knew would break in bliss soon enough. She seemed to remember that she wasn't supposed to get this carried away, but she figured she might as well. She'd told Maeve to warn her, and it would take only a second to pull her hips back and let the girl's cock slip from her sex. The tigress felt her legs lift, the toes in the air and splayed wide, her feet shaking with every thrust of the cub’s erection into her sex. Her arms folded around the little body, hugging Maeve close as her breath came in ragged gasps. 
All the while her sex kept quivering and pulsing around the barbed length, the little dots playing against the sensitive walls as the rest of Flora's muscle followed suit, a dozen little tremors and ripples moving across her body as the keidran’s climax hit her. She was dimly aware of her moan filling the room, all her limbs wrapping around the still humping kitten as her mind swam in a sea of delight. Her chest rose and fell, the heart in it beating wildly as Flora's ecstatic cry wound down into a shaky purr.
"I'm... I'm..."
She could hear Maeve trying to say something, and tried to remember why it was important that she listen to her when the cub pulled out again, only for her flared barbs to rake across the over sensitized walls of the tigress' sex. It hurt bad enough to make Flora tighten her hold on the cub even harder, holding her in before she could withdraw so much as an inch. Something tried to intrude on her blissful state, something she felt was important but that she couldn't focus on. Maeve tried to say something but her voice failed her and the next thing Flora knew the leopard cub was pushing in as deep as she could, craning her neck and closing her muzzle on her left collarbone.
She didn't do it hard enough to break the skin, and as she grunted and shut her eyes the realization of what she was seeing slowly formed in the panting tigress' mind. A mating bite, the sort a male mounting a female from behind would apply to her shoulder, right next to the neck. And by the time that notion sunk in Flora realized the furiously thrusting cub had grown very still.
Her own sex had been clenching so wildly she hadn’t noticed the feline cock throbbing, or the wet warmth it was filling her with. But one wriggle of her hips was enough to loosen the hold of her lips on the base of the barbed shaft, allowing a gush of warm feline cum to squirt from around the twitching member. She tried to tell me, but I was out of it... I was even holding on to her!
"Maeve... Maeve sweetie you have to pull out, please honey just move your hips a little..." she panted, watching her words slowly sink into the dazed mind of the cub.
The little leopardess released her from the mating bite and did her best to shuffle back. Her barbs were still flared and Flora winced as they raked her, nature's deterrent to interrupting a mating at the crucial moment. Even before the tip slipped out the excess was already leaking from her, a shocking amount of thick warm seed running from the well-bred cleft down to her pucker, the pink ring still winking occasionally in the wake of her own climax.
For a moment she was struck dumb by the implications. Falling in love with a human had left her reconciled she wasn't likely to experience motherhood, and here she was - freshly bred by what she still couldn't help but think of as a little girl! The realization made her look down at the future 'father' of her cub, but all she saw was white hair. Maeve had buried her face in the tigress chest and the soft, snore-like purring told Flora she was finally exhausted. The striped keidran didn't really trust her legs to carry both herself and the slumbering kitten to her bedroom, and considering what it took to get the cub to sleep, she was hesitant to risk waking her. She considered reaching for the blanket, but the night was balmy enough for their fur and the heat they were sharing to keep them warm. So it was that with one cub resting peacefully on top of her and another possibly being conceived within her that Flora went to sleep.
The tigress wasn't sure how long she was out. She either hadn't begin to dream yet, or the half-formed fantasy had evaporated when she felt the pinch of teeth on her right nipple. Her blurry eyes focused on the pale young body, almost aglow in the moonlight as it wriggled softly against her. She thought for a moment Maeve might be nursing in her sleep, but when the cub looked up she saw the twinkling blue eyes and knew she was awake. Very awake, if the poke against her messy nether lips was any indicator.
"Can I? Please?" the kitten pleaded, taking her mouth off the tigress' nipple only long enough to do so. Flora wanted to tell her they shouldn't and that she should try to get some sleep, but she was too tired to argue the point. If Maeve couldn't get to sleep... well what was done was done. The cub's last load had leaked slowly while Flora had slept, but there was enough left inside that a little more wouldn't matter.
"All right sweetie... do what you need to do..." she said, letting her head fall back to her pillow.
She hoped the kitten wouldn't expect much from her. After the first rutting the little fluffball had inflicted on her the tigress felt entirely spent. But her words seemed to give Maeve her second wind, and soon the sub was squirming into position, stabbing away at the tigress' cum-slicked labia, her muzzle wrinkled in intense concentration until her tip caught and the grimace broke into a mask of delight.
This time the cub knew what to do, and no sooner had she sheathed her throbbing length in the prone tigress than the little rump began to rise and fall, the hips working to slide a slick young cock in and out of an already messy slit. Flora was amazed at the cub's energy, an intense expression on her face as Maeve grunted softly with every thrust. She was pushing in hard enough to make wet slapping noises as her crotch smacked into Flora's loins, the little sack bumping against the tigress cheeks and hinting it was still (somehow) not empty.
Flora felt a little lazy for just lying there, but her little lover didn't mind. The cub was a little more confident now, and there was an obvious purpose behind the movement of her slender hips. The older feline's breasts still fascinated her, and whenever she could spare the breath the kitten would kiss and suckle the hard, wet nipples, and when she got to winded for that she'd settle for kneading the pert mounds. And tired or not, she'd managed to rut Flora to an orgasm that, while mild, had left her with barely enough energy to hold her eyes open.
"'S okay Maeve... you can just keep going... finish up inside..." she murmured. Now that there was no point in pulling out she didn't want to risk getting raked by the girl's flared barbs.
A minute later the cub was panting and making chirping noises that would have been grunts had she been a grown male. She shoved herself in as deep as she could go and treated Flora to another adorable mating bite as she ground her sheath into the mess between the tigress legs before she moaned into the mouthful of fur filling her muzzle. Without the pain of barbs pulling the wrong way, Flora felt it now - warm little surges against the entrance to her womb, the sensation of more warmth filling her before the excess began to leak out. As she drifted off, her last thoughts were of the mess they were making, and the desperate need to wash the bedding the moment morning came.
*******
The cub sharing her bed had come several more times before the morning did. Flora wasn't sure how many - while she slept she dreamt of the girl breeding her, and when she did stir she did only to find the cub happily humping, fondling and suckling. Dawn found her curled up on her side but even that hadn't stopped Maeve. The girl was spooned up behind her, arms wrapped tight around the tigress' waist as her hips worked away, bumping into Flora's rump. She supposed she should be grateful that it was her sore slit the young shaft was pumping in and out of. From this position it would have been all too easy for the kitten to miss and wind up rutting her tail. She must have slept through most of it since before she knew it she felt teeth nip her scruff, the kitten clinging to her as she deposited what would be the final load. She waited until the girl was spent before disentangling herself from her, wincing at the soreness between her legs and the sight of fur matted and soaked in feline spunk.
"All right Maeve, that must have been enough. Now let's get cleaned up and..." she said, pausing with a pitcher and a washbasin in each hand as she caught sight of the naked leopardess curling up and dozing off.
"What am I going to do with you?" she said, sighing at the sight of the seemingly innocent girl slumbering on freshly stained sheets. "Or you, for that matter..." she added, patting the tummy that was still trim but unlikely to remain so in the coming months.