To your delight, you won't be watching the stars part alone. Roo traipses into the bridge and perches herself at your three o'clock, fixing{ freeRoo: a snaggletoothed grin/ slaveRoo: an obedient smile} on your [pc.face].
// roo Free
"It's boring, isn't it?" chirps the kaithrit. "Staring at the stars." She blinks conspiratorially. "...Alone. It's only a slight step up from watching dim hardlight walls from the edge of your bed."
Before you can offer a frank response, Roo pirouettes to the front of your chair, white tails flapping through the air like the strips of a ribbon. Caught off guard, your view across the CIC is now completely dominated by the graceful kaithrit's out-thrust bubble-ass. {rooAssNotExposed: It audibly spreads{ her skirt/ her uniform} around its calorie-dense shape./ else: Both calorie-dense orbs jiggle with every sensuous cock of the hip.} "How about I make it more interesting, [pc.name]?" she purrs in a sugary blend of saucy and mischievous.
Roo is without a doubt the most attractive thing you're watching on this flight. Autopilot taking over, you concern yourself only with the sinuous weave of her hips, the liquid bends of her legs and thighs, the way she swings her voluptuous form over yours, planting chaste kisses on your [pc.face] and on the other side caressing your [pc.skinFurScales] like a long-lost lover. No sound is made but the hot breath she exhales over your neckline, leant close enough for you to feel the provocative texture of her lips against your veins. Favoring you with a wink and a peck on the lips, she seats herself directly in your lap, steadying herself on your [pc.thighs].
"Touch me, [pc.name]..." she murmurs over the shoulder, [roo.ears] twitching.
When your [pc.hands] grasp the enthusiastic cat-girl's mind-bogglingly soft butt, her emotions swell, color flushing across the lily-white tracks of her flawless skin. You're grabbing her, enjoying the smoothness of her roundest parts, but she's the one in charge. The inhumanly flexible body language of a prowling lioness says it with each thumping slap of her ass or groin to your crotch. {rooWearingCollar: The gleaming, silvery collar she wears reflects your aroused expression, caught up in the sweltering pace she's set.} Fire in her ruby eyes; you enter warp travel; a sweat builds on her brow as her weight glides effortlessly across her savior; her{ rooChestNotExposed: now} bare boobs smother you in the suffocating heat of the desired.
The lurch of arriving at your destination system pushes you forward. Because your mouth is ajar, you end up with{ rooMilky: one of the former slave's dripping nipples caught in the knead of your [pc.lipColor] lips. A fuzzy hand climbs the back of your head with vigorous scritches, and faced with no other option, you suckle her mother bounty until you nearly pass out, the autopilot's squawking voice the only thing keeping you from doing so./ else: Roo pressed against your [pc.lips], kissing you like you've just said the vows and tied the knot. You surrender to her right away, too turned on to care what she does, too turned on to care about what you were doing. Myriad affections tint the void behind your eyelids. It feels like you're floating on a cloud when you open them.}
Roo is there, rubbing a palm across your head, unraveling her tails from your torso. (When did she do that?) "Whenever you'd like more... [pc.name]..." she says, and leaves you. Her gait is the picture-perfect definition of 'love to watch you go.'
