The red-faced snake woman kept getting her facefucked, but there at least was some description of an origin. Unlike someone like her, Minz grew up in an island colony. So someone as prim and fancy as her was definitely a steal... sucking his cock greedily was just part of the package at this point. Whilst pounding her face in the next stint, his hand reached up to grab her by the headdress, tugging it up and off entirely to better grab at her cute ears. The thump of his nuts on her chin and his cock staying buried gave him a proper window to look down at the red-faced woman.
"Do'ka of Trium, the adviser of Duke Gerst... that's a proper first woman to take as my own." A hearty thrust ensured his dominance maintained, looking back and down as his tail rubbed her now-wet slit experimentally considering the idea of pumping his rod and load down there. "But caught with your potions... I'd guess you mean like the stuff you were brewing to use, right?"
Withdrawing from his potion-made obedient slut's hot mouth, he tugged her up onto the bed. Or at least most of her, since some of her snaky form was thrashing around and simply too long to bother with. And once she was on the bed, he climbed right up and turned around, fat cock resting against her face as he prepared a quick change of position. A proper sixty-nine, with her snake cunt near his face and that thick cat fuckstick was eagerly poking her lips once more.
"Well, Do'ka... I want to know about this potion. It seems to be making you nice and wet. I figure you're not that much of a slut... yet... so why not tell me what I need to know? How many times do I need to give you this potion? Does it run out? Does it work on anyone?"
Both of his hands moved to her slut, right hand focusing on teasing at her clit whilst the left spread and tried to figure out the best method of attacking this pussy with his rod in a moment. A naga had a different sort of vagina, but that wasn't entirely bad. Cats and snakes were mortal enemies, but that didn't mean a catboy couldn't make a snake-girl scream her lungs out while cumming. If he wanted, he was certain he could simply order Do'ka to cum her brains out. But that would be too easy... especially with this big comfy bed all to them and the others still yet to arrive. If things needed to wrap up, he could give the order. But until then... Minz leaned in and let his prickly tongue loose, burying his face a bit clumsily against her cunny to get a good taste of this prissy noble's aide.
"Do'ka of Trium, the adviser of Duke Gerst... that's a proper first woman to take as my own." A hearty thrust ensured his dominance maintained, looking back and down as his tail rubbed her now-wet slit experimentally considering the idea of pumping his rod and load down there. "But caught with your potions... I'd guess you mean like the stuff you were brewing to use, right?"
Withdrawing from his potion-made obedient slut's hot mouth, he tugged her up onto the bed. Or at least most of her, since some of her snaky form was thrashing around and simply too long to bother with. And once she was on the bed, he climbed right up and turned around, fat cock resting against her face as he prepared a quick change of position. A proper sixty-nine, with her snake cunt near his face and that thick cat fuckstick was eagerly poking her lips once more.
"Well, Do'ka... I want to know about this potion. It seems to be making you nice and wet. I figure you're not that much of a slut... yet... so why not tell me what I need to know? How many times do I need to give you this potion? Does it run out? Does it work on anyone?"
Both of his hands moved to her slut, right hand focusing on teasing at her clit whilst the left spread and tried to figure out the best method of attacking this pussy with his rod in a moment. A naga had a different sort of vagina, but that wasn't entirely bad. Cats and snakes were mortal enemies, but that didn't mean a catboy couldn't make a snake-girl scream her lungs out while cumming. If he wanted, he was certain he could simply order Do'ka to cum her brains out. But that would be too easy... especially with this big comfy bed all to them and the others still yet to arrive. If things needed to wrap up, he could give the order. But until then... Minz leaned in and let his prickly tongue loose, burying his face a bit clumsily against her cunny to get a good taste of this prissy noble's aide.