kathrin vaughan (twokinds) directed by limid
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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 two at a time, if she's lucky) to quench her heat in one of the many 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.

Thomas knows none of this. He is a traveling merchant, slightly overweight with graying hair and hints of the muscled body that he had once honed as a dock worker. When he sits down at the bar in the early evening, the most unusual thing he knows about the Keidran next to him is that she's wearing clothes.

"That's a nice dress," said Thomas, who really meant Those are nice tits.

"Thank you," said Kat, who knew where he was looking and what he meant.

"Can I buy you a drink?" asked Thomas.

"Vodka pink lemonade," Kat said to the bartender.

"Special occasion?" asked Thomas, eyeing the quality of the fabric, especially near her cleavage.

"We'll see," said Kat. "I'm trying to get laid."

Thomas was silent for a moment, because that was not a response he'd expected.

"I don't normally wear clothing of course," she said. "But normalizing nudity actually makes it harder to signal that I'm trying to be attractive and sexually available. But if I wear a low cut dress like this I can-"

Kat shrugged one strap off her shoulder, letting it fall and revealing a bit more of her left breast. Thomas stared.

"See?" said Kat. "I can't do that if I'm not wearing anything."

Thomas' brain had started to recover, enough to let him say, "I bet you look plenty attractive when you're not wearing anything." It wasn't a very good line but this girl sounded easy, even for a Keidran.

Kat smiled. "I do. But fashion is fun even if it's unnecessary."

The bartender delivered her cocktail and Kat took a big sip, clearly relishing it.

"Are you even old enough to sit at the bar?" asked Thomas. He'd meant to deliver a compliment about how young she looked, but it had become a genuine question. He hoped he hadn't just shot himself in the foot.

"No," Kat said easily, "But whenever drink orders are slow, I hop over the bar and kneel beneath it to suck the bartender's cock while he works. So he lets me sit wherever I want."

"What?" said Thomas in confusion and disgust.

"I'm kidding," said Kat, rolling her eyes. "Lighten up. You are a very tense man."

"I ... yeah, I've been on the road for a few weeks now," he agreed.

"How much longer?" she asked.

"Just three days," he said.

"Who's waiting for you at home?" she asked.

"The wife and kids. So I'm just passing through Wreathwood. I'm staying the night here and getting an early start," he said.

"Oh, in one of the upstairs rooms?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Which one?" she asked.

He was silent again for a moment. Was this as straightforward a proposition as it seemed? No, Thomas had slept with Keidran before, and they were far more direct about it. But then again, this odd Keidran wore nice clothing and told jokes ...

"I ask because some of the rooms are nicer than others," she said.

A bit of Thomas' confusion dissolved. "Room 10," he said.

"I like that one a lot," said Kat. "It has the largest bed."

The confusion returned. "Don't you live in town? How often do you sleep in the rooms in this tavern?" he asked.

"Oh, I rarely sleep in them. The men I bring up usually pass out eventually though," she said.

She had not been joking, he realized. "That's ... completely irresponsible," he said.

"Do tell," she replied.

"It's unsafe," he tried.

"I know everyone in this town. Half of them intimately," she added. "Plus I'm stronger and faster than almost all humans, and I have retractable claws."

"You could get-" he didn't finish the sentence, because Keidran couldn't be impregnated by humans obviously. "There are ... diseases," he said instead.

"The few communicable between species are easily prevented with a weekly protection spell," she said.

"Those are very expensive," he said.

"Yes."

"It's ... immoral," he tried instead. "If you have sex with everyone, it's not special."

"It's more special to me than you could possibly know," said Kat. "I was bred to be a sex slave. That's why my tits are so nice, to the point that you can't stop staring at them even while you tell me that sex is bad. That's why I'm constantly horny, even for grumpy, gray haired dads."

Despite himself, Thomas felt his heartbeat speed up.

"That's why I have perfect control over my vaginal muscles. I can make a man cum without either person moving. That's why I have no gag reflex." Kat held Thomas' gaze as she stroked an invisible cock in front of her open mouth. Then she leaned forward, pressing her lips to her fingers, as through swallowing the invisible cock completely.

Thomas felt sweat begin to bead on his forehead. He hadn't been this turned on since his 20's.

"And that's why," she continued, "you're going to wait for me in room 10 while I finish this drink. Then I'm going to suck your cock and you're going to grab my tits and my ass all you want and cum in my pussy, preferably more than once. You're going to be more relaxed in the morning than you have been in weeks."

"I-" Thomas was about to say something important when she pulled the strap down past her elbow, revealing one perfect breast draped gently over her arm, the pale pink nipple visibly erect.

Thomas nodded jerkily, stood up and walked towards the stairs, attempting to surreptitiously cover his erection with one hand.

"He doesn't seem very promising," muttered the bartender.

"He doesn't," agreed Kat, "but I've been surprised before. Besides, we don't get a lot of traffic through Wreathwood. I'll take new dick when I can get it."

After finishing her cocktail, she stood and shimmied out of the tight dress while the bartender watched. "Keep a hold of this, would you?" she asked, tossing it on the bar. Without waiting for a reply, she walked towards the stairs.

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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, (large breasts), 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, clothed, cocktail dress, spaghetti straps, skimpy, off one shoulder, cleavage, indoors, hand raised, OK hand sign, leaning forward slightly, breast rest, breasts resting on arm, arm under breasts, cocktail bar, sitting, sitting at bar, sitting on bar stool, tipsy,

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, pawpads,

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