There wasn't a lot to do today. No social events going on, her attendees busy and/or out of town, and the girls doing what they do. If it wasn't getting railed or returning the favor to their lovers, otherwise it was a boresome day.

Lady Catterly sighed, laying on her bed in her room, the yarn channel blasting nonsense through the surround speakers, surfing through fashion models and the usual news concerning the shenanigans going on in Catlantic city. She had on grey yoga pants and a black long-sleeved shirt as she isn't the kind of cat to lay around in her best robes. Her thick lucid tail swayed languidly behind her and she just felt...unmotivated of all days.

And a little lonesome considering her king wasn't around to sate her needs. They were taking their second break from ravaging one another on a daily basis when the king noticed she hadn't been able to walk right at around noon two weeks back. They had a rule of taking breaks when they appear hurt or uncomfortable after a particularly rough romp if one of them takes notice. It'd only be a few more days before they'd go at it again and the magenta feline already wanted him inside of her early but he was as strict about this as she was so she couldn't really stick it to him for going anal using jus this spit.

And she couldn't be placed at fault for it because he forgot to bring it along when he came over, said something about one of the soldiers using most of it for a slip 'n slide challenge hosted by that green-headed buffoon. Michael Desmond Francis. Oh, the troublesome man. At least Miguel knew better, at times. She exhaled through her nose and set her phone aside, thinking about going to take a little nap when she heard something climb up on the bed, crawl directly over her, and nuzzle into the crook of her neck. She mrrped at that and the soft whining heard was familiar.

"My desert flower?" Nacho's voice crooned close to her ear. She trilled again as she smiled and reached back to caress his cheek.

"Hmm, my king." She hummed, chuckling when he peppered her neck with kisses and gently raked his fingers under her chin. Her heart fluttered at hearing his soft murr as she then purred from his gentle paws petting her and massaging her ears that thankfully lacked the jewelry stuck in them. She hasn't felt his touch in a while and it felt great to get it again, at least until it turns sexual in a few days. "What brings you here?"

Nacho hummed softly, taking a whiff out of her fur while kissing and grooming behind her head, smelling lavender, before he answered. "I wanted to see you, my love. I knew you would feel lonely and I had come to keep you company." His paw travels from her cheek to her head, rubbing down her ears and licking them afterward. He meant it too, though he was directly on top of her with his pelvic region parked directly on her ample rear.

"Mmrrr, so you have," She tittered. "But aren't we still on break from, you know?"

"Yes, but I want to be close to you, your fur is so well-groomed and soft, like a cloud. An elegant, raunchy one."

They both laugh at that and settle down. Catterly trilling and watching the television while her king pet and groomed her as he wished. His large paws wandered down her lithe frame from the back, feeling the curves of her muscles beneath the fur until he leaned up and he slid back, exploring more of her body, moving down to her waistline and running his fingers up along her wavering tail. She bit her lip at that purring and trilled louder when those paws of his come back up and slip under her shirt to feel her 'cloud-soft fur' better.

"Ooh," She went when the canine goes back to kissing at her neck and wandering her body. She lifted herself a little to allow him more access in case he went for her breasts- which he did, breathing out huskily. He cups both tits, noting their softness, and squeezes them softly before going to roll them around and bring them together. She didn't appear to wear a bra since he felt her nipples in his palms and licked up from her cheek to her ear, now grinning. "Wearing no underwear again, Catterly?"

She giggled, nuzzling up against him. "I knew you wouldn't resist fondling me there, as much as you wouldn't elsewhere~."

His excitement pulsed underneath his loincloth at what she meant by that. He was serious when he said there wouldn't be any intercourse but he didn't say he couldn't give that delightful ass some loving. So he continues groping the aristocat's mounds as he sucked tenderly on one of her ears, hearing her moan softly with a sigh. It turned into a shuddery exhale when he nibbled on it and kissed it, letting her go. "Hmmhm?"

"Mmm," She hummed back, feeling his hardness slide along her rump when he moved again and his paws were down there. He started off getting a feel of them that showed all of their thickness and through the yoga pants by rubbing up and down each cheek, hissing softly as his hardness throbbed. He recounted the memories of diving into this voluptuous butt and it'd get him going again, but he held himself back and went to squeeze one of her asscheeks, hearing her sigh in relief and spread her legs a little to give him more room to work with.

He took it gracefully by running a finger up in between her ass while groping the other cheek and her tail stood straight. He then moved to the side just in case his dick decided to drop from his loincloth directly in between her ass and ran both paws all over it. Up, down, back and forth, and in a circle. Catterly purred louder by that point and that just told him to do more. So he did, by taking both cheeks and squeezing them while spreading and smashing them close. He repeated the motion while gradually cupping the undercurves of her rump that showed clearly and reaching down to gently touch in between her legs. The camel toe down there showed she wasn't wearing panties as well. Interesting.

He's so invested in melding his queen's butt around like bread that he doesn't notice he was panting and drooling until he noticed his cock was peaking from underneath his loincloth. Regardless of the situation, him panting like a horndog would always bring about a bit of discomfort and possibly disrupt the vibe. He checked himself and bit his lip instead, giving her rump a little smack. She gasped softly, arching her back up before slowly settling down, meowing sensually. "Mmm, do that again." She requested with a purr.

The canine doesn't ask what and does it again to the right cheek with some force, watching it jiggle with the left as his hardness pulsed again. He does it a few more times, the fifth strike eliciting a lewd moan out of her that sounded arousing, albeit it being playful. "Just like that, Nacho- ooh!" She started, then meowed when she felt him plant his nose on her hind paws. As it turns out, in the midst of groping her bubbly rear, he took notice of her paws flexing with her toes curling from his treatment and was suddenly upon them before she knew it.

When she'd ask for him to massage her feet after a good day of walking or when feeling stressed or sore, he did a good job. Despite his tendency to sniff and/or lick at them, he always left her purring in pleasure in the end. He told her at some point while dating that a friend of his that spotted him at the gym worked full-time at a massage clinic and he'd teach him everything he needed to know just in case. And considering how aroused he was from touching her so lewdly, he skipped past it and went straight to sniffing.

It caught her off guard but she wasn't going to interrupt and ruin the moment. So she laid on the bed in her arms and let the hunk do as he wished. His snout went up and down her paws, taking in the distant scent of sweat and semen mixed into one that had the sweet lavender smell added to it. At some point, his tongue comes in and licks a damp stripe across her padded soles and she shivered with a grin etched across her maw. His tongue felt exactly the same as it would licking her folds open. Wide, wet, smooth, and very pleasant. Not to mention skilled. That much she could describe it while it scoured every part of her paws with the canine growling softly and kissing her pawpads before moving to get at her toes.

She giggled with him blowing and lapping delicately at the digits, obviously enjoying himself and her reaction before kissing each one from left to right before moving back on top of her and pulling her feet in close enough so he'd reach the toes and leaned forward, sticking a few in his mouth and sucking tenderly. She let out a breath she held in as she focused entirely on the wet warmth of his tongue and the suctioning sensation, trilling and generally loving how he worshipped her feet. It was the same thing and she'd do when she wanted to but it never failed to satisfy her nonetheless.

He lets go with a pop and moves on to the rest, doing the same and blowing on them, making the aristocat giggle and wiggle her toes, further motivating him to go and suck on them some more, wondering if he was going on to the next step before the weight on her lower half disappeared and King Nacho was moaning softly, followed by a rock hard sensation rubbing on her paws. It didn't take a scientist to figure out he had gone to getting off on her paws.

She had a feeling he'd flop it out and stroke on her at some point and was right by that notion. She tittered, spreading her legs some more to sandwich more of his cock. "Couldn't help yourself, hmm?"

His soft panting was an answer enough as he held her feet and thrusted faster in between them, his movements fluid and smooth thanks to getting them wet beforehand. It'd be nice even without but he wanted to taste her first. He huffed, throwing his hips forward to where his balls tapped at her heels and going back enough for his dick tip to slide down her soles and moaned airily. To get more of it, he takes hold of his shaft and thrusts the tip through with her looking back to watch with half-lidded eyes and chirrup when he spat down on her paws to slicken and make him fucking her feet more fluid and pleasant.

"There's some oil in the nightstand in front of you if you're going to do that," Lady Catterly reminded cheerfully, knowing full well he was too far into it to pause. She knew he liked her feet to an intimate extent but she took displeasure in hearing him spit down on them like that. Call her picky if you want but the woman wants what she likes. And what she wanted was for King Nacho to show her once more how much he loved her feet by staining them in his riches.

"No need, I'm halfway there," He answered quickly, going back to pumping his cock all the way across her paws, holding them together. The panting started back up with him drooling the more it went on, his balls meeting her heels more often and Catterly was moving her legs back to help along while purring and occasionally trilling. The long moan he let out was in appreciation to her deciding to help out and she could never get enough of it. His movements slow down and his tip was back getting sent into her cupped soles with more vigor, his noises raising louder.

"Getting close?" She asked casually. "If so, finish on my paws, these bedsheets are expensive and dry-clean only."

The ruler seemed to understand through his thrusts slowing down for a while until it stopped completely. She looks back again and the canine was panting shakily, jerking his cock aimed directly at her paws. She flexes them and curls her toes to hurry him along, loving the way he gradually grew louder nearing his climax, until it came moments later with Nacho groaning shakily and unloading all over his queen's feet. He focused through his orgasmic haze to aim every shot on them as to not get any on the bed as she chuckled and wiggled her soaked toes around when he got done.

Without skipping a beat, Nacho immediately got down and put his tongue to work, cleaning off his own release while sitting on the feline's rear. He got it all and kept licking to make sure while she giggled at the ticklish sensation until he finished and got off, turning around and laying on top of the feline.

"Get it out of your system, dear?" She asked, never resisting a chuckle when he snuggled into the crook of her neck, whining softly. He hummed in response and wrapped his arms around her waist, spooning her. She meowed when he moved to his side and took her with, still spooning. She reached back to caress his cheek and go up to get at his ears, realizing he didn't have his headwear on from feeling his smooth hair. "Good."

The king getting off to her paws in the middle of cuddling and fondling her was unexpected but it made her day, as it always did.