I stroked one long black tip against the side of one of her labia and purred as she released a whimpering moan. I repeated the action on the other lip, stroking up to her clit and down to her opening, watching Sunny's stomach jump and breasts jiggle, her toes curl. It was not fear, not as far as I could tell. Sunny trusted me beyond reason, trusted my claws, my tusks, my strength. She didn't tense as I circled her opening with one claw, just moaned and clenched and dripped.

I pulled away, and she caught her breath, grunting as I grasped her thighs and dragged her closer, just enough for me to be able to bend forward and reach that cunt with my mouth. I dipped my finger inside of her, kissed her clit with a swirl of my tongue, and Sunny's hands flew into the braid of my hair, weaving her fingers into the strands and holding me to her.

She hadn't asked for this, and she was too tired and sore and overwhelmed for what I wanted to really be considered care. But I wanted to feast on this woman. I wanted to pay tithe with my tongue on her flesh, inside of her, with my teeth massaging her muscle and my tusks pinching her skin and my claws drawing possessive marks on her.

"Khell, what—what are you doing?" Sunny gasped.

She didn't mean what was I doing with my clawed finger pumping carefully inside of her, with my tongue lapping away our release as it seeped out.

"Worshipping you, petal," I rasped, diving back down and sucking at her clit briefly until she whined with the pain of being overstimulated for too long. I pulled away. This wasn't about her release. It certainly wasn't about mine.

"But…why?"

I should've had her on her knees for me, crawling after me on the floor on those weak little limbs of hers. I should've had her washing my feet, kissing my skin, telling me how much she liked my cock. That was what she had come to the agency for, hired me for, paid me for.

But Sunny was tired and I had appreciation to express to this body that had already performed such feats of ecstasy for me.

I pulled my finger out of her, kissing her inner thighs, her rounded hip bones, a line up to her belly button where I dipped my tongue in, lapping at the playful flavor of her sweat. Did I have an answer for her? A true one I could speak, or simply one that would satisfy her?

"Because it pleases your master to do so," I said, grinding the words out as I stroked my cheek against her thigh, sneaking another flick of my tongue out to taste her cunt before standing straight again.

I scooped my hands under her left side and rolled her over onto her stomach before she could ask more questions.