kathrin vaughan (twokinds) directed by limid
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Story

The Wreathwood village bicycle is a spirited young hybrid Keidran named Kat. In the winter she spends her time apprenticing at the seamstress' shop, a trade she has proven quite adept at. In the summer she spends her time at the tavern, seducing patrons and leading them upstairs one after another (or multiple at once when she can) to quench her heat in one of the bedrooms.

Kat is, rumor has it, the product of an unapproved cross between two courtesan lineages typically reserved for nobility. She definitely looks it. The slight discord caused by her combination of canine and feline features is easy to ignore when she has been so blessed in all the important ways. And the duration of her heat, sometimes starting as early as the Ides of March or persisting until the last of the leaves have fallen, all but proves her courtesan ancestry. But the ultimate proof is her natural talent for all things relating to pleasures of the body.

Henry was familiar with these talents of course. He had been stationed in Wreathwood since the year before last, and in that time had stopped trying to keep track of how many evenings (or nights or mornings or occasionally lunch breaks) he had spent with her. Such was his familiarity with her needs that he had last weekend spotted her in the town square staring a bit too long at Mr. Clearwater's neatly stacked pyramid of cucumbers, carried her over his shoulder to the barracks and fed her four loads in the insufficient privacy of his office. When an hour later he could give nothing more, she had risen from her knees and given him a hug, a heartfelt "Thank you, I needed that," and a peck on the cheek. It was the first she'd spoken since he picked her up in front of an amused Mr. Clearwater.

Tonight found Henry sitting near the end of the bar at the tavern, nursing a beer while composing his reply to the most recent letter from his wife. He drank slowly, giving himself time to come up with calm responses to her terse words. And last call, which happened early on Thursdays at midnight, had come and passed half an hour ago. He was interrupted by a soft thump from his right, the sort a tired but fluffy Keidran might make if she sat down a bit too hard, and he knew it to be Kat without having to look, and before she ordered her favorite drink. The Midnight Martini had mild aphrodisiac properties in Keidran.

He looked over and saw that she was covered in cum. "One of the new recruits?" asked Henry as he moved the pen and parchment aside. Kat was good about "introducing" herself to soldiers moving into town, and a unit had arrived this morning. She was also meticulous in assessing them for fuckbuddy potential.

"Yes," said Kat. "Richard, I think he said."

"There's a Richard in the new pikeman unit," confirmed Henry. "You look very pleased with yourself. Is he still alive?"

Kat giggled. "I'm sure he'll be fine by tomorrow," she said. "With minor bruises at most. And maybe some scratches. But I'll let him recover for a few days before going after him again."

"Already planning the next session? Well, if he left all of that on you, it would explain your enthusiasm," reasoned Henry.

"Oh, no, this was the combined efforts of four people just before him. My heat is especially bad today," she explained. "I had Richard rustle them up as a test. He was really good! He followed directions, waited his turn, wasn't shy about grabbing my tits, and had a great combination of thickness and rhythm. He gave me six loads before passing out," she said happily.

"Some but not all of those traits will be useful in his new role," observed Henry, and Kat giggled again, ever so slightly louder.

"I know that giggle," said Henry. "Five men, the latest of them 'really good,' and you want even more?"

"Six today," corrected Kat. "This heat is killing me. I need more. Please?" she asked, an edge of desperation in her normally calm voice. "You're my favorite, you know that."

Henry definitely knew that. She had said so, many times, and repeatedly confirmed it with her actions. But it felt good to be the one holding the cards, to be sought and chased and desired instead of courting and gifting and hoping as he had with Marleen those many years. So instead he said, "I am? I had no idea."

Kat smiled and rolled her eyes. They had played this game a few times, and while she wouldn't have expected a decorated battalion commander to be so hungry for compliments, she was happy to stroke his ego. It always led to stroking something else of his. "Henry, you are the hottest man I know. I love how, when you hug me, your broad shoulders and strong arms wrap around me completely, and how I barely come up to your chest when we're standing. I love your deep voice, I love feeling your chest rumble when I'm laying on it or your mouth is on my pussy or you're growling in my ear while you cum inside me. I love your jet black hair as part of your sharp haircut and as the happy trail that leads down from your abs to ... I love your long, thick cock and how it feels like it's stretching me out every time it slides into my pussy."

It wouldn't do, though, to feed him sweetness alone. Kat gave him a mischievous grin and continued with a few things that she liked and he didn't like that he liked. "I love how much older you are. You've been alive for four times longer than I have. I'm younger than your daughters, but that's never stopped you from fucking the hell out of me. I love that you have a wife, but choose the slutty Keidran over visiting her just a day's journey away. I love how much harder you cum when I ask you to get me pr-"

His hand, large enough to cover her face (or securely grab her head from above, she knew from experience), pressed tightly over her open mouth, his fingertips digging in slightly behind her jaw. He glanced at the bartender cleaning glasses at the other end of the bar before looking into her eyes.

"Congratulations," he said to her quietly. "You're got me very turned on and just annoyed enough to treat you to some of that roughness you like so much. Now be silent until I tell you otherwise, finish your drink and lead us to a room that isn't currently occupied by one of your conquests."

Kat licked his open palm before he could withdraw it but remained dutifully silent. She reached for her straw, grasping it oddly between her thumb and pointer finger while extending her three other fingers. Then she released the straw and brought the okay sign towards her face. She moved it back and forth in front of her open mouth, bobbing her head slightly while maintaining eye contact and delivering her best "fuck me" eyes.

Henry stared for a few moments at the hottest, sluttiest creature he'd ever known, covered in the cum of multiple prior lovers, resting her exceptional assets on the bar, miming the blowjob she would be giving him shortly and ignoring her drink in an obvious attempt to cajole him into being even rougher with her. He stood from the barstool, watching Kat's eyes move immediately to the tent in his pants, and threw her over his shoulder before walking up the stairs.

"Room 12," she said eagerly as he stepped onto the second floor.

Debrief

"So how did yesterday's men do?" Henry asked in the morning after wake up sex.

"Number 1 was disappointing. He wasn't really in shape and clearly had only slept with one person in years. He kept trying stuff that didn't do anything for me and he didn't pay attention to feedback. He didn't offer to go down on me, and I had nothing inside me at the time. Plus his dick was short, and he was done after one round," said Kat.

"Numbers 2 through 5 were pretty good. I'm not completely sure who did what because I was blindfolded and they decided to use me at the same time instead of taking turns, but one of them was definitely Jacob, I'd recognize that fat cock any where, and another was probably Trent because he spent a lot of time just groping my tits and pinching my nipples," she said.

"Number 6, Richard, was excellent. He was a good sport about sharing me, too. I'm going to try to pencil him in weekly," she said.

"And what about number 7?" he asked, smiling.

"Number 7 was amazing, as you know," she said. "I can't believe you hit double digits. You put more loads in me yesterday than everyone else combined," she said.

"It helps that the gangbang mostly tried to cover you in cum instead of just filling you with it," he acknowledged.

"Just take the compliment," she said, "and rest up. I'm going to make a quick visit to the room next door, and when I get back, I want another round."

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Remixing: post #128252

Prompt: masterpiece, best quality, amazing quality, absurdres, detailed face, <lora:Kathrin-Twokinds-ILXL-AnonTK-V2:0.8>, kathrin-twokinds, teal eyes, medium hair, canine tail, furry, anthro, fluffy, medium breasts, ((large breasts)), nipples, hair between eyes, solo, half-closed eyes, bedroom eyes, looking at viewer, oral invitation, fellatio gesture, handjob gesture, handtrail, side view, glowing eyes, alluring, smug, blush, drool, nude, indoors, hand raised, OK hand sign, leaning forward slightly, (breast rest), breasts resting on bar, cocktail bar, sitting, sitting at bar, sitting on bar stool, tipsy,
covered in cum, excessive cum, cum in hair, cum on face, cum in mouth, cum on tongue, cum drip, cum on shoulder, cum on arm, cum on hand, cum on breasts, cum pool, (cum on back), brown hand

Negative prompt: bad quality,worst quality,worst detail,sketch,censor, 3d, deformed, ugly, bad anatomy, bad proportions, deformed, deformed anatomy, deformed fingers, handpads, long torso,wide-eyed,multiple tails,eye trail,succubus tail, lips, ((white palm)), (white hand), pawpads,

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