Cardennia’s office has an unusual design, with a curved glass wall oriented to the hot springs.
{What a great view...}
Vurckair’s hand still was held by Cardennia’s feline tail, who sensually wiggled her buttocks.
{So tempting}
He growled, grabbing the woman’s hips, pulling her towards his lap.
"There’s no need to rush." Purred the GILF, arching her back. "We have all night."
Volttaira observed from the adjacent sofa, mildly interested on the debauchery planned by her son.
After all. She wants to become a «Good Mother». And there’s not better way, than be aware of the most intimate preferences of her cherished offspring.
"You’re selling yourself too high, GILF. I’m a sought young man." Light emanated from his index finger, drawing circles in the glass over several young women.
"I can have them kneeling before in about 10 minutes." Most circles disappeared. "I can call these right on this instant. Do you understand now? . You don’t have all night to convince me."
"Who’s going too far now?. If you’re so sure. Why don’t we have a little bet?."
"Haha. I’m all ears." Wolfish ears twitched on Vurckair’s head, making Cardennia giggle.
"I’ll give you three quarters of an hour to do whatever you want. I’m your personal kitten for the next 45 minutes. But if i’m not satisfied. Your Mother has to use her influence to ensure the Nydrikoff House is accepted in Bramnt City."
"Is that all?. What about the Yecrith?."
Volttaira leaned closer. "Why are you asking about them?."
"That’s what the Ice’hole wanted." Revealed Vurckair. Which surprised Volttaira.
"Interesting idea. The Yavellant would give her approval if we include the Yecrith." Her hand tucked Cardennia’s hair. "This horny Kitten has the Thyfall. And with me; Three of Five votes needed, of the Eight available."
"I suppose the others are from the Families integrating «Bramnt»."
"Not exactly." Muttered Cardennia. "The Arfand are under the control of Coordinator Phrangnerth."
{Shit. Darcia is insane-ly hot. Better discard her from my options...}
"It doesn’t matter. Balalaika can get Breyda’s vote, and i hope Naylyn can convince her Father."
Both women saw Vurckair with new light. He is expanding his current connections, while ensnaring the next generation.
"I don’t know any Rwöllmör, and i doubt the Mäwller would accept–"
"Are you sure?." Interrupted Volttaira. "You point out Aaron’s daughter."
"Who?."
"Mirä Thyfall Mäwler. I know it doesn’t seem like it, but Aaron Thyfall Aldevor is her father."
{Aldevor?. Where i heard...}
"...The Headmaster?."
"Correct."
{I need that Busty Airhead on a leash asap}
"Well, GILF. The odds ensure three votes and put three more almost on your side. What entails your offer?."
"If you don’t satisfy me: You can come to see me once a month during your formation in Bramnt City. If you manage to entertain me: I wouldn’t mind your visits once or twice a week. But if the Nydrikoff House is accepted: I’m at your disposal."
"For the next 45 minutes you are." Vurckair’s Adarga lost the scales from neck to groin, reveling a toned, athletic physique.
He twisted his arm, directing Cardennia’s cat tail towards his cock.
Volttaira raised her eyebrows; Her son is a pure Zagrioth, which meant a three-inch cock when erect.
Vurckair’s virility has obviously twice the length, and is growing even more.
Cardennia is impressed. She is not a size queen, but prefers something larger than the average of 5 to 7 inches long.
"Use the tail, Gilf. Spread your legs for me, and rub against my thigh." His leg’s scales became softer, and oily, segregating an enzyme as lube.
"I certainly don’t use my tail this way; Usually, it’s just for a bit of teasing..."
The tail’s fur was soft, and the pressure less than what a hand could exert. But the visual stimulation is undeniable.
Cardennia raided the young man’s thigh, his soft scales harassed the woman’s moistened pussy, while her ass swayed like a slut, because whores get paid.
Yet, like a professional hooker, her tail constrained the girthy cock’s base, masturbating it, as the tip swirled around the bulbous glans.
The promise of becoming Vurckair’s property is weirdly intoxicating. Her Daughter Cecilia is Darcia’s Virniya. She should be disgusted by the idea, instead, Cardennia got soaked wet; Fortunately for her, the enzyme is a decent excuse to hide the fluids flowing from her slit.
A sharp slap on her ass made her jolt out of her reverie, letting out a horny moan.
"That’s better." He mocked. "Why were you so quiet, GILF?. Didn’t you say that i have you as «My Personal Kitten»?. Let me hear how lustful is your mewling."
"No." Steamy frost is exhaled in a slow breath, gracing Cardennia’s lips as she seems ready to be breed. "Most people are full of weightless, extravagant promises, and a lot of facade, never real actions... I’m impressed..."
"Still..." She purred. "A deal is a deal. You won’t hear me much. If you don’t step up your game."
"Haha. And are you ready to play?."
She looked back, and challenged him with a condescending smile.
His hand came down fast. Not to strike, but to gently cup the supple ass cheek, his thumb darting to stroke the rim of the puckered little hole between the woman’s buttocks.
{I can see her ethereal rosebud. It’s difficult to believe she hasn’t used her rear. But that is better for me...}
"Consider this a valuable lesson to not force others to show their worth; Just to exceed your own baseless expectations. GILF."
His light-blue eyes narrowed, unbeknown to Vurckair, his both slit constricted pupils divided into two on each eye. Along transforming his sadistic smirk into a feral grin, as his dick gained wolfish features.
Spear like glans instead of a bulbous head, thicker girth on his now 17 and a half inches of shaft without counting the knot at the base, or the strange top.
Trepidation and expectation overwhelmed Cardennia. She didn’t even dare to lower her gaze; On the contrary, she looked away, searching for Volttaira, who was too engrossed in her own interest, to care about what her fellow Representative wanted.
Fear lingered from her stomach, and creeped up through her spine.
Logic told her to retreat, to admit defeat like a frightened little pussy.
But she couldn’t. Her pride was secondary to her goal; Even Volttaira remarked the obvious fact.
Unlike the Vecturion. The Thyfall help the Family.
Instead of quiting; She grabbed her buttocks, spreading them apart to give the young man a better view.
What’s more. She used the feline tail to guide herself the monstrous cock towards her untouched backdoor.
The sharp tip pressed against what should only be an exit.
"Impale yourself."
And she obeyed...