Chapter 200 - Topping from the Bottom (Patreon)

The kitten purrs with deep, meaningful satisfaction as our hips collide in an infinite loop. Snow’s long, fluffy tail wraps itself around my body like a belt, connecting me to my lover. Because of her Art usage, the tail’s strength binds me to the maid so strong that I couldn’t break free if I tried.

Even after a night of carving out one Catfolk pussy after another, I still can’t get enough of the sinful way their unique folds and their foreign texture feels while hugging my dick. Every thrust sends jolts up my spine, made worse by Snow’s insistence on clenching her lips around the base of my manhood every time I bottom out.

Our lovemaking is a messy, passionate affair. Sweat drips down my frenzied thighs as sweet honey trickles out from the maid’s slit, dripping all over Zutiria’s face below. The Mage watches in a perverse trance, soaking in the erotic display of my cock pounding Snow as it happens only inches above. As she takes in this vigorous sight, Zutiria wishes bad that it was her pussy getting railed.

Despite her exhaustion, the little lady successfully drags her hand down to meet her burning desire. In no time at all, she starts schlicking away to pleasure herself. Knowing Zutiria is watching every my every move turns me on wildly. As a man, it makes me want to show off, but I know that Snow won’t let me.

I groan, hunching over the maid as we fuck as hard as we can. In her growing satisfaction, Snow knocks the headboard against the wall hard enough that the whole Guild surely knows what we’re up to. Every time I hammer my needy meat home inside her tight, scratchy pussy, the sadistic cat purrs lewdly and pulls me deeper with her tail. Snow is making damn well sure I don’t avoid her deepest depths, knowing full well I have trouble controlling myself when her countless bumps scrape against my sensitive, enflamed cockhead.

‘You’re fucking her so hard, Sir...’ Zutiria jealously comments as yet another stream of Snow’s sticky juices falls onto the Mage’s blushing red cheek, mixing with her sweat.

“Not... mn... as hard... ngh- as he should be...” Snow bites her lip as she looks over her shoulder, her face drowning in bliss. Even though the evidence is clear as day, the maid tries to brush off the power I have over her. Instead, she pushes me to fuck well past my capacity.

“You’re always going to be difficult, aren’t you...?” Grabbing her perfect, round cheeks as hard as I can, I grunt and slam my cock against the Catfolk’s backmost walls. Snow shouts out with lustful joy from the sudden ramming against her precious pink. From ecstasy, her neck rolls back, and her long braid flies backward like a whip.

“Obviously...” Snow grins, showing me her catlike fangs with narrow, lidded eyes. “Isn’t that why you... love me, Myaster...?” Her carefully chosen words pierce my heart like emotional arrows, just as she knew they would.

Falling right into Snow’s trap, I lean even harder into the maid and leave my tight grip on her bubble butt. My left hand finds her large, bouncing breast weighing down on the fabric of her apron, and my right hand glides across her generous hip to circle around to Snow’s clit. If she’s going to play dirty, so am I. Holding nothing back, I tease and rub Snow’s erect pink button between my fingers with excessive force.

Zutiria mimics the aggressive clit play with her own body, panting and moaning alongside Snow. ‘Does it feel good inside her, Sir...?’ She asks, desperate to tease out lewd details that will arouse her further. ‘Your manhood certainly... mn... seems pleased with himself while fucking that poor, poor little kitty, so I imagine her pussy... m-mnn... must be nice...’

“Yes, Snow feels... fucking amazing inside. Her pussy is just as cruel as she is.” I tell the Mage, my cock splitting Snow’s tight tunnel in two as I speak.

‘Mmmn, that’s so... hot...’ Zutiria masturbates harder at the thought of me enjoying the usage of my maid’s body. She moans right as another splash of Snow’s dripping juices falls off our body, this time landing on the petite girl’s outstretched tongue. Grateful for the unexpected surprise, Zutiria swallows the helping of pussy juice and gasps for air.

“D-Don’t stop, Myaster...” Snow whines in a low, husky tone as the erotic joy staggers her speaking. “Just go a bit harder, and you... fuuuuck, y-you might prove your worth after all, nyaa...” The maid’s taunting, while simple, is effective in getting me to lose myself in manic thrusting. In just a few simple words my world becomes nothing more than sawing in and out of the Catfolk’s cunt, angrily stroking her clit, and groping her large tit through several layers of clothing.

As both of us build to our explosive climax, Snow moans, clenching the headboard hard enough that her claws burrow into the wood like knives. My semen becomes restless at the sight of the thoroughly-fucked maid, and I draw my hips back enough so that only my tip remains embedded in Snow’s trembling sex. Right as I prepare to impale her with the full might of my iron rod, Snow’s tail helps me along by tightening around my waist and throwing my entire body weight into the round, fleshy cheeks of her bountiful ass.

Snow and I both lose our bearings as my cock slides down the entire length of Snow’s channel and then some. The warm, wet hole brings me to a shuddering orgasm thanks to the sharp yet pleasurable bumps prodding against me all over. I loose what feels like an endless volley of semen into my head maid, unable to even pull away out of fear that her bumps will scratch me harder than I can handle on the way out.

As she revels in the euphoria of being filled with my searing, white seed, Snow’s voice cracks while letting out a long, raspy cry of, “MYASTER!” Her lower lips squeeze and convulse against the base of my member, milking me dry and bringing my torturous orgasm to even higher heights of obscene ecstasy.

Snow’s womb can only hold so much of my boundless load. Soon, after filling up past her limit, the maid’s pussy starts overflowing and raining down onto Zutiria’s face. The masturbating Mage brings herself to a clitoral orgasm just in time for the first oozing trail to drop down onto her flushed cheek. Zutiria deliberately stifles her climax, drawing it out into a slow and steady orgasm rather than a thunderous finale, afraid that she might hurt herself in her spasming.

As more and more semen laced with feminine cum covers her face and hair, though, Zutiria whines and is unable to keep holding back. She teases her clit harder, twisting her hips as it wracks her body with painful satisfaction. The Mage opens her mouth wide, craning her neck left and right to try and catch falling streams of steaming fluids. No matter how much she swallows, it’s never enough for the little lady who basks in the taste of her man’s sex.

Now completely spent, I pull out of Snow and gasp as all her little nubs scratch me upon my exit. She looks back at me, covered in sweat and with a playful grin. “Feel better, Myaster...?”

“Yes,” I pant and wipe some of my own sweat off with the back of my hand. “I really needed to fuck someone hard after that masturbation play.”

“Mn, it sure seemed like it...” The sadist licks her lips and giggles to herself. “You did fairly well, all things considered. While servicing the Myaster is part of a maid’s duties, I can’t say I didn’t have fun, nyaa...”

Snow and I share a smile, but the moment is cut short when Zutiria’s text appears, telling us, ‘This is cute and all, but I believe you promised to help me with something, Snow?’

“Of course, leave it to me,” Snow says as she takes out a handkerchief to relieve herself of her perspiration. In the blink of an eye, the head maid fixes her hair, her clothes and her complexion. Snow returns to her pre-sex state in an almost scarily short frame of time, a feat which I struggle to comprehend.

Then, without missing a beat, she scoots off to the side and angles my dangling, half-hard cock at the Mage’s lips. Snow pushes on the back of my butt, helping guide me into the eager girl’s range. Zutiria gets straight to work sucking my cock clean of juices and in the process making me hard once more.

After slurping up all the lingering cum on my meat, Zutiria pulls away from my manhood and looks with pleading eyes up at Snow, waiting for assistance. Snow smiles a warm yet slightly threatening smile and I watch in amazement as the erotic head maid leans down to lick up every drop of semen resting on Zutiria’s face. Once her mouth is full, Snow presses her lips against the little witch’s. They kiss, entering a heated trance as Snow enjoys her first taste of a new toy, and Zutiria eagerly accepts the transfer of my seed.

They dwell on this passionate tonguing long past when the last bit of cum is passed along, each girl just delighting in the other’s loving kiss. It’s hard not to gawk at such an amazing showcase of feminine lust, but my enjoyment is not fated to last. The kiss breaks, and both girls stare up at my incessant, throbbing cock. “Myaster seems to have enjoyed that,” Snow comments after licking her luscious lips.

“Can you blame me?” I ask with a pointed sigh.

‘I suppose not,’ Zutiria eyes my groin with purpose. ‘We can go again if you want, Sir... I can take it...’ I applaud her for trying, but we both know that it isn’t going to fly.

“No, no,” Snow sits up so that she can firmly place her hands on her hips. “You’ve already received more than your fair share. Myaster hasn’t even eaten his breakfast yet, and he still needs to give some love to the rest of his cleaning staff before leaving on his business trip, nyaa.”

Zutiria frowns, somehow knowing that arguing with the head maid would be nothing but wasted effort. ‘Very well. I suppose I could use another nap while everything settles in my tummy,’ She sighs, earning a loving headpat from Snow’s fluffy paw.

“Good girl,” Snow purrs, watching with delight as the Mage leans into her touch.

“This situation looks a little off,” I say with a wry smile, observing the girl being spoiled by the cat.

“Hmm, I don’t know about that... looks just about right to me.” She glances down at Zutiria, who gives the domineering maid a sheepish grin. “Now go on and get out of her, Myaster, I’m going to help my dear Mistress freshen up and change her clothes.”

“Very well,” I resign myself to leaving, but not before leaning down over the witch’s body to stare into her eyes. “I love you, Zutiria. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Zutiria frowns, and I can all but hear her heartbeat become desperate at the thought of leaving my side. ‘I love you too, Sir. Now go before this gets any harder.’ Snow reads the room and helps lift the little lady’s head up just enough to press our lips together.

Leaving two more ladies mostly satisfied behind me, I dress myself once again and head downstairs to claim my long overdue breakfast.