Greo pulled his tentacles away, letting the two women settle onto the bench-bed. Kyera slid off Miss Myra and snuggled against her, purring lightly before drifting off to sleep herself. She hadn't been drained, but being in the path of Master Greo's syphon had let her share in the other woman's bliss. It was exhausting to feel so much pleasure for so long. The elixir in her womb and on her skin would bring her around quickly, but for the moment she snoozed with the client.

The satisfied alien watched the pair for a few moments, then sank back into his well. He had preparations to make and a trade package to assemble. He called psychically for a nearby runner he knew and trusted . . .

*****

Hours later, Kyera stood over Miss Myra's slumbering and sensuous form. Master Greo's cum had long since soaked into their skin, leaving them just a little sticky. That caused a rather cat-like thought to occur to her. Perhaps it was time for a little cleaning.

The cat-girl started with Miss Myra's feet, using her lips and tongue to loosen and lick away the remnants of Master Greo's elixir. She moved carefully and slowly, trying not to tickle; she didn't want to wake the priestess just yet . . .

Slowly creeping northward, Kyera lightly kissed and tongued one of the sleeping Vodran's ankles. Her cat-like tongue left only faint traces of saliva as she worked up Myra's shin and calf, over and around her knee then along her thigh. Stopping shy of the princess' lovely flower, she retreated to begin working up the other leg . . .

Her dreams had been erotic ones dancing in her head. She shivered there and while he would only recall a plethora of tentacles she would know that they were governing sex. Whether they were brought on by the whole process of the elixir's creation would be unknown to her though right now her body had been contested with a different touch, one that had been erotic and pleasant …

“Mmmmmmm ...” she purred, stirring in her sleep but not waking as Kyera paused only to continue leaving her lips and tongue against her aching body. She was stirring here and there though never truly woke as those lips worked up her leg the retracted to start on the other.

Just a little more and she was endanger of waking the Priestess though for now she heard the girl simply moan out in pleasure with the passing of these lips and tongue, excess energy bleeding off her, spiking slowly against the administrations of that tongue that radiated her soft pleasant skin with the full glow of the aftermath of her own blissful state ...

Feeling Miss Myra stir, Kyera slid upward to lay beside her. She leaned over to kiss the Priestess awake as she slid a hand up the sleeping woman't belly to caress a breast. She waited for the other woman to respond . . . and a moment more . . . before breaking away.

"Good morning, Miss Myra," she breathed, her lips still close enough to to brush against the Priestess'. Her hand still played over the other woman's breast, fingers swaying and swirling over that firm tit-flesh. "Now just lay back and let me finish cleaning you . . ."

Kyera moved to apply her rough tongue and tender lips to Myra's neck, licking and kissing away the residue of Greo's elixir. Slowly she worked downward, crossing back and forth over the slender column then moving on out over one shoulder.

“Morning,” she answered still a bit sleepily as her blue eyes opened slowly. Memories soon returned from the night before and she looked about as if indicating where she was. She was still on that bench-bed, she hadn't been moved and could see the well. Not that it would have mattered to her if she had woken with a dozen tourists surrounding her snapping pictures. Not unless she caved into that need for the Undine and one (or more) had been present.

Told to lay back so she could be cleaned she did so, brushing the back of Kyera's head lightly. Now was not the best time to enter into idle conversation with the slave so she refrained allowing the girl to continue. Many of her questions were already answered by simple observation any way and these sensations felt too good to be ignored. Later.

Her nipples quickly stiffened against the attention and she felt her own arousal blooming once again. There was another question on her mind, not that it really mattered to her but was a closer fit to what they were doing. How often did she join in to help harvest this essence?

“That feels good ...” she purred as Kyera continued.

"I'm glad," Kyera paused to smile at Myra and kiss her again, long white locks falling about them as their lips and tongues danced together. "I don't get the chance to give someone else a tongue bath very oftern," she said when she boke away. "I thought I might be out of practice."

The catgirl giggled as she returned her attention to Myra's arms. She worked slowly and carefully, caressing every surface with her lips and tongue as she cleaned one of those lovely limbs. Down from the shoulder, over the biceps and under the triceps, around the elbow and along the forearm, she licked away every trace of sticky residue. She even sucked each of Myra's fingers one by one, purring as she did so.

Kyera mounted the other woman, straddling her hips and leaning over to kiss her again. Her breasts pressed against Myra's, her own nipples hardened by the thought of giving pleasure to the Priestess. She held the other woman's lips hostage until she had to pull away, gasping for air. "Of course, I'll never finish if I keep returning here," Kyera teased after refilling her lungs once more.

Then she slid south again, beginning work on Myra's chest. She wielded her tongue like a feather, dancing around and between the Princess' full breasts, teasing her slopes but avoiding her peaks to begin with. When she had finished with every other part of Myra's chest, Kyera finally applied her lips to one of the Priestess' nipples. She sucked the hardened bud into her mouth where she could flick her rough tongue over it repeatedly.

And that answered that, which was a surprise. She didn't get to join in much? How unfortunate for her though Myra assumed that she got out her pent up sexual tension in other means, especially when business had been slow.

Lips eased down her neck before Kyera pulled away met with a smile. “Well, if you ever wish to practice the technique then let me know.” No one should be without an outlet for release and while she might not be around on a constant basis she already figured on a slight detour in the routes she already traveled to get back to Voran so that she'd pass by the world and could stop in.

She felt the tingles of heat flow through her core once again. Her arm buzzed with the passing sensations of that tongue and eventually she found herself straddled. The Priestess smiled as she looked up. “Who says I'm in a hurry for you to stop?” There were other artifacts to track down of course, most taken from that stolen colony ship but she was going to be here until she could collect the figurine, found it was not here or that it was impossible to get at the time.

And since it wasn't out of the way (with her new route) she could stop in from time to time in either direction to or from her home …

Her peaks stiffen against the attention, teased into ripening, a hand resting against the back of her head lightly.

“Oh that feels so good. Don't stop, Kyera.” That tongue felt so good against her, especially against her nipple as she had been left to anticipate the contact for minutes now. Her hands grasping her ass, fingers lightly pressing into her as her back arched offering up more of that breast to her, feeling Kyera's pressed against her own as a little moan spills out of her lips.

Kyera didn't stop, but she shifted her attention to Myra's other nipple, sucking and licking it as she had the first. She moved a finger to keep the recently freed bud company, rubbing and rolling it beneath her touch. For long moments, she 'cleaned' and stimulated the Princess' nipples, enjoying the way she arched and moaned. But all too soon it was time to move on.

She looked up from her task and smiled at Miss Myra as she switched from the straddling position to kneeling between the Priestess' thighs. Her yellow-green eyes sparkled as she turned her attention to Myra's abdomen. She worked her way back and forth, slowly inching downward with each pass. The catgirl's lips and tongue missed nothing as she carefully cleaned the customer's tummy. Minutes passed as Kyera licked and kissed her way south over waist and hips. She drug out the journey to what was her obvious destination, slowly closing on the other woman's treasure.

Yet even when she finally settled her head between Myra's legs, Kyera continued to dance around the Priestess' flower, cleaning the crevices between her pubic mound and thighs before tickling around the perimiter of her sex. Eventually, the desire to taste evercame the desire to tease and Kyera bagan to lap softly at Myra's slit in long, slow strokes.

“Ooohhh!” Her back deepened in a spectacular arc as her breast was consumed by her lips not to be neglected as she seized it up as well. Her hand stroking the back of Kyera's head. Oh, it had been a long time since she had woken in such a fashion as the life of an Artifact Hunter was lonely most of the time it was just her and her companion Reika amongst the stars though he could not speak but had some empathic ability that allowed him to communicate.

But as Kyera shifted her attention Southward she opened her thighs though doing so was a little premature. Heat and arousal bombarded her sex as she grew eager for what was to come. Perhaps having a slave of her own wouldn't be such a bad idea though the Vodrani valued individual freedom and would not lord over others. Slavery was common in most parts of the galaxy though there were a few areas in which it was out lawed or she had heard stories from spacers about slaves that established themselves on rogue worlds, most tales or variants of it had the former slaves turning into pirates or some other form of outlaws but she had only fancied these tales as simple entertainment to pass the time.

The destination clear, Kyera sank further and further down her body, that tingle inside her begged to be played with, to be manipulated by tongue or fingers or whatever else Kyera could think of. She whimpered out her nee as Kyera continued her blessed torment.

She could hardly stand all the teasing but she had allowed it. Allowed her to have her fun since she probably didn't get to partake many of the customers. A gasp as she got closer to the mark, her hips shuffling from side to side as that need built.

“Fantastic, Kyera. Fantastic.”

Kyera pulled away just long enough to prepare a pair of fingers, sucking on them while she used the thumb of her other hand to rub lightly over Myra's clit. When they were ready, she spread the Priestess' folds and worked her middle finger into the other woman's elastic tunnel. She pushed that finger in and out several times, making sure Myra was used to it before working the second finger in alongside.

Kyera used such great care at this stage because she knew something that Myra didn't about Greo's semen. One of the side-effects of the elixir was that it tended to firm and tighten all aspects of the recipient's flesh. And since the Princess was already tight in the first place, the catgirl didn't want to overwhelm her with too much at once. She smiled up at Myra as she began to move her fingers carefully, watching the other woman's reactions.

She exclaimed, the sound rang out from her lips in the Vodrani tongue. She sat up part way, a hand patting Kyera's head as that finger delved into her body. She had known this was coming and yet did not try to shy away from it at all feeling the incredible heat that spread her apart then a second finger had been added.

She was tight against those fingers but had not shown that she was in any discomfort or pain. With one hand stroking through her locks the other took the globe of her own breast in hand rubbing against the smooth curves and squeezing against it. Her index finger snaked out to caress her nipple in small circles as she panted. Even more moans escaping from her lips as she squirmed her hips from side to side restlessly.

“Uh! Right there. Oh, Vodran that feels so good.”

Still smiling, Kyera turned her attention fully to Myra's sex. She lowered her lips to the Priestess' clit, sucking and licking as she pumped her fingers in and out. The catgirl had started slowly, but her actions steadily gathered speed as she felt Myra become accustomed to the penetration.

Faster and faster she pushed, burying her fingers to the knuckles in Miss Myra's pussy. She continually suckled and polished the Princess' pink pearl with her lips and tongue. Kyera's own desire grew stronger from the act of giving pleasure, but she was so focused on her task, she barely noticed the seeping warmth between her thighs.

Her hand tightened against the crown of Kyera's head as her back arched and hips squirmed to the heated motions. Her back pressed into a deep arch as she squeezed her own breast pinching a nipple. “UH! K-Kyera!”

The name passes her lips as she's swept up in utter ecstasy as her sex feels so damn tight around the advance of those fingers that has her crying out with each and every plunge. Those lips stimulating her to no end as her head tips back and those blue eyes press tightly closed as shock waves slam through her body as Kyera generates a liquid warmth in that passage as her sex tightens against those fingers as she cries out in passion.

“K-Kyera! OHHH! I'm. I'm C-Cumming!” And she did, her walls pressing about those fingers as she lets go caught up not in just one orgasm but two one following close behind the wake of the other.

Kyera held her fingers still as Miss Myra's pussy clamped tightly around them. She slowed the action of her tongue as the Priestess came not once, but twice in rapid succession. Such a reaction was beautiful to behold and gave the catgirl a sense of accomplishment. In the aftermath of the other woman's ecstacy, she pulled her fingers free and brought them to her lips.

"Mmmm," she purred appreciatively in her throat as she cleaned off the digits. The special taste of Miss Myra's essence was just as delicious as her smell. Now that she was not so focused on tending to the Princess, Kyera began to really notice the insistent warmth in her core. Her thighs were slick with her own desire. Boldy, she shifted around to lay atop Myra, her glistening pussy in easy reach.

"Please, Miss Myra . . . I'm soo hot . . . " She whimpered as she gently stroked the other woman's still twitching folds. The catgirl's hips and tail twitched with desire, her dripping pussy just inches from the Priestess' mouth.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” she panted, the sheer radiance of her bliss washed out over her as she drew in deep breaths smelling the fragrance brought on by Kyera's arousal mixing with her own. It was stronger being that that lovely pussy had been mere inches from her face and she reached out brushing the tips of her fingers against that wet snatch. Nice and slow they moved against her as she leaned in.

The broad side of her tongue moving over that sensitive bundle of nerves as a single finger peeked inside that core as if exploring her for the first time all over again. An idea had struck her though but for now she pressed in with that finger using it to swirl about those pink walls as it began to press in further sinking in to the knuckle of her hand.

Back and forth she impaled Kyera alternating between slow and fast until at last she drew it out, giggled and went back to work with her tongue as she drew Kyera's own tail to her wet sex rubbing the end of it against herself then setting it against the entrance there. She had not driven it in not realizing how flexible that tale was or wasn't she did not wish to bend of pull to hard though she was giving her a sneak peak as to what to expect should she be allowed to continue.

"Oooh . . ." The tongue and finger combo was lovely, making Kyera shiver all over. Her already heated core built tension rapidly, but Myra stopped before the explosion came. The catgirl purred at first when her tail was touched, she liked to have it stroked and even tugged lightly. Even having her sex rubbed with the tip was an interesting and pleasant sensation. She wimpered and wriggled with discomfort though as Myra bent it further. Her tail just wasn't quite flexible enough to allow for comfortable penetration. She could probably handle it, but it would hurt a bit. Plus, it would definately rub her fur the wrong way.

Still, Kyera couldn't bring herself to actually voice a complaint. For years, she had been coditioned to be a sex slave and it was hard to shake the idea that it was not her place to dictate matters of pleasure - even her own. She had already pressed the envelope by straddling Myra and asking to be pleasured. If she hadn't been with Miss Myra, she might have even assumed this was punishment for being so bold. But the Priestess wasn't really her Mistress and she didn't think her that mean in any case.

Throughout, Kyera did her best to continue pleasuring Miss Myra. She sofly ran her tongue over the Princess' lovely pussy, tasting more of the nectar from her recent orgasms. She refrained from using her fingers for the time being, focusing just on enhancing the after-effects of those lovely climaxes.