"N-no r-rush," Kyera gasped lightly as Scorch tongued her pulsing love bud. Just Master Greo might get hungry . . . The catgirl sighed impatiently when the other pulled away to take off her top and bra - despite having just wished for that very thing.

Don't fret kitten, I can last a while yet. Besides, Destiny deserves to enjoy her freedom for a while. Greo addressed the issue. In truth, he was happy to watch for a time. He would have Scorch in his tentacles soon enough, until then he could have a light snack or two as she got heated up.

Kyera groaned with mild frustration when Scorch didn't immediately return to her previous tack. Still, the thumb on her clit and the fingers pushing into her were quite nice too. And then there was the hand on her tail. Kyera began to purr again as Destiny stroked her tail. She hoped the other girl pulled a little, she always liked that.

"Mhhrrrrr," she purr-moaned as Scorch's fingers twisted into her, exploring. She wriggled a little, pushing against those fingers, her juices flowing freely. So nice! More, please. Kyera herself wasn't clear if she meant the tail attention or the fingering; probably both, she concluded. She brought her hands to her own breasts, running her palms over them. Her erect nipples felt good against her hands, and vice versa.

OK then. There was a smirk on her lips as she proceeded only hearing Greo's words of agreement. She figured that if he had wanted to join in he would have had at whatever point he desired. Her focus remained ahead of her however.

She was getting a feeling for what Kyera liked. The way her body moved back against those fingers or twitched Scorch kept it up a little longer until she was certain that she had figured it out. It was easier to do with the conduit linking them whenever she poked or prodded a certain way she felt it in her mind almost as if she had touched herself in such a way.

When she stopped she made a show of sucking on those fingers. A mixture of Kyera's juices and chocolate could be tasted. When she stopped she gave the tail a bit of a jerk, not too painful but gauging how sensitive it was. She already knew it was flexible.

Rising up she still held that tail though she crawled over Kyrea. Her breasts scrapping against her hands. When Scorch stopped she was in position to taste those lips again. While those lips were so locked she moved that tail to the slit of Kyera's sex brushing against it before lining it up against her.

She waited for it to register, broke the contact of their lips only to grin and press the tail forth slow at first just to make sure it was flexible enough and she wasn't bending it more than it was use to. If it didn't appear that she was causing harm she began moving that tail quicker while simultaneously bringing a warm touch to that tail as her hands moved over it.

"Mhhrr?" Kyera's purr held a quizzical note as she watched Scorch through half-lidded eyes. Why had she stopped? The catgirl grew a bit jealous as she saw the other sucking the juices from her fingers. She wanted a taste too! She gasped and squeeked as her tail was tugged with just the right intensity. It made her whole body wriggle in response.

Soon enough, Kyera got the taste she wanted: her juices mixed with remnants of Master Greo's semen and Scorch's saliva were brought to her lips with another deep kiss. Then she felt her tail being rubbed against her slit. Strangely, she seemed to know what the human girl had in mind. Long ago, another customer of Master Greo had tried the same thing. At that time, her tail hadn't been flexible enough to allow it. But she had working on that, training her tail specifically to be better able to serve, even though she would be the one to benefit most from the action. She hoped Mistress Myra would approve.

"O-ooh!" Kyera gasped and writhed as her tail was pressed into her sex. She wiggled the tip of her tail inside herself as Scorch fucked her with it. She wrapped her arms around the human's neck and pulled her into another deep kiss, moaning and purring into her mouth. Her body heated quickly to the tripled sensation of her sensitive tail pumping her dripping pussy while being tugged and heated by Scorch's touch. It wasn't long before she had to break away for breath as her body began to shudder on the verge of climax.

Greo watched with amusement. Scorch was learning that Kyera could be quite easy to please. Though he would have to intervene before too long, since he would likely starve long before the catgirl was ever satisfied. But for now, he observed as the young woman worked, noting her techniques. Pondering if there were a way to turn them back on her when the time came.

She found the tail flexible enough for her needs. It moved in her grasp as she used it until she was comfortable with how it could be used. Her lips pressed against Kyrea's for a long moment even using her tongue to sweep against her own. Pulled down her breasts pressed to her own.

Sharp nipples danced against one another and when Kyera broke for air Scorch lifted up slight directing her lips to her breast. She kissed it then circled her nipple with her tongue before her lips folded against it suckling. Using the tail she moved it quicker inside her as she approached her orgasm.

Her other hand working to unbutton her pants and shimmy out of them working on each pant leg one after another pausing only long enough to use a foot on her heel to flick off each boot before final getting out of those pants. The tail now moving in a circular pattern with more urgency as it scrapped along those interior walls.

"Ah! Ah! YESSSSSS!" Kyera didn't need much urging to push her over the edge. The lips on her nipple and quick stirring of her sex with her own tail was more than enough to bring on orgasmic bliss. The catgirl would have been impressed with Scorch's dexterity - able to remove those tight pants and kick off her boots without missing a stroke - but she was much too busy cumming. Her legs spread wide and shook as juices sluiced from her pussy, coating the end of her tail and the hand that held it. Her claw-like fingernails dug at Scorch's back, drawing thin ribbons of blood.

Greo was impressed. Both Scorch's physical agility and her technique were exceptional. Kyera hadn't responded so strongly to that kind of play for quite a while. He drew off the energy that his slave produced. It was a delicious taste of a favorite morsel, but he was in the mood for something else this night; Something fiery and red-headed. He reached out and took hold of the human girl while she was distracted. A bristly tentacle wrapped around her waist and lifted her off Kyera, followed by a pair that hooked under her arms. He held her upright in mid-air before the catgirl whose trembling was winding down.

That was quite a show Greo sent. Kyera seldom gets so worked up that she actually draws blood. The ancient alien extended one of his many cocks and pressed it to the scratches on Scorch's back. A few drops of his pre-cum instantly healed them and soothed away the welts with warm energetic tingles. Now I think turn about is fair play. Don't you kitten?

Yes, Master! Kyera giggled as she responded. Cheeks still glowing with pleasure, she sat up and leaned forward, nestling her face between Scorch's thighs, breathing deeply. She took in the other's scent and released appreciative sighs of heated breath.

She winced feeling claws penetrate her. Causing her to pause just slightly before continuing. Where she had been pierced she felt heat stinging at her. Scorch had suffered worse both in and out of the arena and it wasn't as if those claws intended on harming her. She could feel that warm trickle of blood in a few places but ignored it as she continued only feeling a tentacle wind around her waist.

At first she believed that Greo was going to join in. Other tentacles slipped beneath her arms lifting her up into the air. She had been surprised though she didn't know why. Perhaps it was being held in mid air with nothing beneath her feet. In all her experiences she couldn't recall being held aloft though from what she had witnessed earlier it shouldn't have surprised her.

Still she grinned a little. I'm use to having to put on performances. Whether it was in the arena or at Vespira's clubs Scorch had gotten use to the role of entertainer. Her eyes faded back to blue as she gazed down at her handiwork only feeling something equally warm sweep over her back.

Like a muscle rub being applied those scratches closed up leaving several trails of chocolate scented cum streaking down her back.

I'm honored. She grinned at the whole issue about getting Kyera to draw blood then the catgirl approached. Black panties were already soaked before she felt warm breath against her inner thighs. She reached down hands skimming over her shoulders and sometimes neck though this time the touch was much cooler than before.

Kyera smilled up at Scorch, then slowly peeled the girl's wet panties off. She rolled them down the human's legs then discarded them on the bench. She took hold of Scorch's thighs, lifting them up onto her shoulders, kissing and nipping the inner surface as she did so. Greo adjusted his hold to put Scorch into a reclining position as Kyera buried her face in the girl's sex, rubbing her nose against those moist folds. Soft, white furry ears twitched atop the catgirl's head, bringing attention to themselves and conveying a simple desire to be touched.

Greo continued to rub his cock against Scorch's back. The wounds were completely gone, but the creature smeared his tingly pre-cum up and down her spine. His thick shaft hardened further as he used it to work the fluid into her flesh before it could drip away. At the same time, he exteded one of his trunk maws out over the woman's chest. Four long, dextrous tongue-flaps spread out to taste Scorch's tit-flesh, lapping over and around both mounds in complex patterns. Their coarse texture gave them excellent purchase on the woman's smooth skin.

As though synchronized, Kyera applied her bumpy tongue to Scorch's sex, licking and slurping at her juicy netherlips. The catgirl's tongue curled and twisted with almost as much dexterity as Greo's as it explored the woman's slit. Eventually the soft yet rough muscle was applied directly to Scorch's clit, tugging at the love button as it slid along.

With her panties removed Scorch dangled there completely nude. In little time she felt herself being angled back, her heels latched over Kyera's shoulders as she felt that bumpy tongue work it's way inside her. Her head tipped back, a moan passing her lips as her hips shuffled forward.

“YES!” Her hands unable to do what they had been changed direction. One set atop that head as if holding her in place. She felt that cock tentacle stiffen against her back as it collected the spent precum. The liquid rubbed into her skin tingling with warm as her muscles relaxed.

Other tentacles reached around to cup her tits. Playing with them as she felt a cool sensation erupt over her fiery clit quickly realizing that it was the girl's nose.

“Oh! It feels goood!” She gasped not even realizing that she had been speaking. Her free hand stroking down on of the tentacles that played with her tits. Her nipples erect though there had been no heat behind that touch, she kept being distracted whether by tentacle or tongue. One thing was for certain she could already feel the heat growing inside her, a pressure that built up within her as the pair continued.

“I'm gonna ...” She squirmed a little as that pressure escalated. Soon it would boil over if they didn't stop.

No need to hold back, my dear, Greo sent, amused. It will be but the first of many this night. The maw working Scorch's chest moved to engulf her right breast. It tongues helped to tease and draw the mound inside. The maw sucked while its tongues writhed against tit-flesh. All four of the dextrous muscles flicked and rubbed against her nipple over and over.

Yes! Cum for us! Kyera agreed. Her soft lips captured and suckled on Scorch's clit, the tip of her tongue worrying that love button like a piece of candy. Soak me!

The two of them worked mercilessly to push Scorch over the edge. Greo would need her to cum multiple times before he could feed, though each orgasm would give him a taste of her essence. Just how many would be needed depended upon the strength of Scorch's life force. Greo suspected it was strong indeed.

Scorch held back … it was natural for her to do so. In giving a good show or performance in the arena she had to ensure that she lasted. Of course in the end she was usually left unconscious or in such a state that her brain was mush but she made sure that each alien got their moneys worth.

Though it wasn't often that she didn't have to worry about putting on a show or lasting as long as she could. Her mind registered words in two distinct voices. Her tit engulfed while that tongue continued to suck and lick against her clit Scorch found herself arching her back while held there in the air.

A shiver rushed through her, eyes pressed closed she could hear her own moans spilling out of her lips. “Oh! Oh! C-Cumming!” She cried out feeling those intense sensations hit her. She was surprised at how quickly she came. While the orgasm that grew within her wasn't as large as normal she had not struggled to hold it back. Like clamping down on a hose and letting that intensity build up.

Still it was strong, no doubt a portion of that had been her own desire that had built up from her conditioning. Even though she could think straight all that pent up frustration was still there. In fact Kyera got her wish as her juices flooded her Scorches legs folding over one another to keep the catgirl locked into place.

Kyera eagerly lapped and slurped at the flood spilling from Scorch's pussy. She purred as her tongue flicked lightly and nimbly like she was drinking from a fountain. She greedily intercepted all the fluid she could, letting it pool and collect in her mouth before swallowing. So yummy!

Meanwhile, Greo was also drinking in the essence Scorch released. He psychically absorbed the life force freed by her climax. It had a hint of spice to it, no doubt a reflection of her ability to command fire. Greo was glad she had decided to stop struggling against the erotic eruption. It was always best to not to overdo the first steps of preparation so as not to overcook the meal. Yes, quite delicious.

As Scorch's flow slackened, Kyera disengaged from her legs and stood up to embrace her. Reading the catgirl's intent, Greo shifted Scorch back to an upright position, her feet barely touching the ground. He pulled his maw away from her breast with a hint of a slurp, making way for Kyera. The catgirl, face and lips still glistening with the proof of Scorch's climax pressed in for a kiss. Her tongue pushed deep into the other woman's mouth, bringing with it a significant taste of fresh Scorch essence.

Enough now, kitten, Greo sent after a few moments. See to Destiny's belongings while I get better acquainted with her.

Yes, Master, Kyera responded and reluctantly pulled away, licking her lips. She turned and collected Scorch's clothes and put them on the bench before activating the cleaning cycle again. Bye, have fun! She sent mainly to Destiny. Then she collected the clean clothes and moved toward an alcove in a corner of the room. It had a heap of soft pillows beside a low table. The catgirl took a seat and begain folding Scorch's clothes.

Meanwhile, Greo loosely entwined Scorch's arms and legs with his grasping arms. Their bristly texture gave them good grip, but they weren't too restrictive. He still had the strength to subdue a meal if he must, but he preferred a more interactive dining experience. Greo let the mental link dissolve as he wound his tentacles around Scorch. Now that it was just the two of them, it was no longer necessary.

Perhaps you need a little hydration after that shower? Greo quipped. His graspers formed a sort of sling for Scorch to lie back in. He moved one of his hard, dripping cocks to hover over face. Tingly, chocolate-flavored droplets spattered onto her lips.

Scorch panted as those licks and sucks continued until Kyera decided to brake away. Her legs drooping down to the floor and barely touched it as Greo drifted down a little more. She barely had a change to capture a breath before her lips tingled as they were captured.

She could taste herself there. Her tongue dueling with Kyera's, her nipples throbbed with the flow of blood standing on erect points. A string of saliva connected their lips as Kyera pulled away. That string eventually popping as she gasped there her body quite heated as she hung there. Other graspers working around her holding her in place as the catgirl departed to carry out her Master's wishes.

Bye, there was heat in her mental word. She actually remembered that they had been linked. Her eyes followed those movements still watching as a soft smile touched her lips. It then hit her that Kyera wasn't wearing a collar, that she refereed to Greo as Master. Was she a slave? Or was it more a maid hired to perform specific duties? The question had been pushed aside as those graspers continued.

She had been able to relax a bit and recline. The question she had been asked caused her to delay a moment as she had been still lost in the moment.

Hydration? She mentally asked before feeling the chocolate drops on her lips that only mixed with her own juices as she smacked them together. Then she opened her mouth wide either for more or to receive that appendage, she could not say for certain.

Yes, please!

Greo noted Scorch's interest in Kyera's status, but decided it wasn't the best time to explain their unusual Master-Slave relationship. Kyera was technically his property, but she could do as she wished; It just so happened she mostly wished to serve, so there was really no need for a true collar.

You're quite welcome, Greo sent, lowering his cock into the woman's mouth. Though thick and hard, it was nowhere near the full girth he could obtain. Scorch wasn't ready for that yet; for now it fit comfortably in her mouth as if designed for her. Chocolatey pre-cum continually oozed from the tip, but not really enough to be considered an actual drink. You'll need to do a little work if you want more than just a taste, though.

Greo made sure that Scorch's arms were free enough that she could use her hands if she wanted. He held is member steady, waiting to see if she was as skilled at pleasuring the male sex organ as she was the female. In the meantime, he brought some of his feathery 'stingers' over to drag lightly along her legs and sides. There was no force behind the movement, so there was no pain, just a slight hint of an electric tingle as he used them to tickle her flesh.

She had tasted cum plenty of times between the club and the arena. This was the first time that the taste was this unusual, pleasant even. Without the shuddering intensity hitting her she could manage to concentrate a little better even as her sides and legs were brushed by those feathery finger-like tentacles.

Indeed the tentacle was like a cow's udder. To get milk one had to put forth a bit of an effort. Her arms given enough slack to move she grasped it with both hands. One higher up with the other near the tip. A finger of the hand near the tip stretched out doing little lazy circles. Her eyes shifting from blue to brown once more as a warmth channeled through that finger.

She felt some of that liquid upon her finger, more as the upper hand began to slowly pump that tentacle up and down as if working the cum down to the lower portions of the tentacle proceeding her taking it into her mouth.

It was neither too big or small allowing her to use the lower hand to assist in that pumping action. Her tongue swirled about that tentacle flicking over the tip. Her lips collapsed down around it holding it tighter as her head bobbed back and forth as she fed it into her mouth.

Like this?

Yes, very nice, Greo responded with a hint of pleasure in his psychic voice. Scorch's technique was more than adequate for his needs and her use of heat channeling was an interesting touch. In truth the alien didn't really require any stimulation to produce an ejaculation, but it certainly helped and made things more pleasant. Perhaps a bit more suction.

While the girl worked on that shaft, Greo extended another down toward her. The sling structure supporting her shifted slightly, parting her thighs. That second member dipped between, rubbing its length against her still-dripping slit. Greo twisted it back and forth, coating it with her juices. His own fluid mixed with hers, coating her sex with a warm tingle.

After a few moments, Greo allowed the cock in Scorch's mouth to erupt, spilling a mouthful of hot chocolatey semen. It was much richer and more potent than the prepatory fluids and remnants she had tasted before and it continued to flow for as long as she cared to drink. Once imbibed, it sent waves of hot energy through her system, erasing fatigue and banishing pain, leaving her body prepped and ready for the pleasures to come.

And now we can begin in earnest. Greo sent as he positioned his second cock to enter Scorch's pussy. He pushed it in gently, though she was more than prepared to take him. Working in stroke by stroke, he slowly filled her until the head of his cock butted against her cervix. There he held for a moment to let her feel his hard, throbbing length in her depths.