Silent toes crept across the floor as Toofy held her muddy boots in her mouth. She padded silently on all fours across the floor, her tail twitching excitedly as she snuck into the room, the dawn just beginning.
She, ever so gently, placed her boots at the foot of the bed before reaching for her skirt and freeing it. Slipping that and her underwear onto the floor.
She nuzzled her head up and beneath the heavy layers of the bed, before slipping up into the covers, wearing only her shirt.
She grinned as she found the warm legs, purring quietly as she nestled her face into them. She rubbed up the length of them until she arrived at her goal, her golden eyes flashing in the dark as she spotted the underwear protecting her prize.
Her tongue blepped to the side as she concentrated, trying not to wake the occupant of the clothing as she began to drag them down and out of her way. Leaving the underwear around the knees of the woman.
The woman gave a tired moan in her sleep, shifting slightly, but didn't otherwise respond to Toofy's hot breath as she poised over the delicious little snatch.
She'd been waiting for this since she had first smelled elf on the Lady Castelle, at their first meeting.
Of course, since then she'd learned that Xivian wasn't entirely an elf, but a halfbreed. Shunned by human and elf alike, she'd probably be killed if she entered elven territory just for existing.
Toofy gave a small kiss to the sex, and shifted over to the other pair of legs, tangled with the first. This one didn't have any underwear she needed to get out of the way.
The catgirl pulled her hands in close and breathed on them, warming them up quickly. Then, silently, she took the sex of both women in hand and gently began to play with them.
Her eyes glowed excitedly as both emitted quiet moans.
Xivian tried to roll away from the motion, the woman not quite waking up, but beginning to gain some awareness of her surroundings. Feeling the invasion of her privacy, against her chastity.
Liz, however, slept the sleep of the dead, as only a pampered noblewoman could. Even as Toofy's finger began to make her slit moisten, the woman continued to sleep.
The cat rolled her eyes.
She needed Liz to wake up first. Couldn't be taking her cute little Xivi without permission. The noblewoman would be completely unforgiving if she woke up with the neko between her handmaiden's legs.
Which was annoying, because Xivi was entirely fascinating to the catgirl. She could feel it, even at a touch. She didn't have the same clitoris as human or elf. Something in-between.
Humans were rubbery, but stiffening under excitement. A little playful oyster. Elves were solid, like stone. They tended to prefer suckling directly on it, whereas humans liked it when you played around it.
Xivi felt like she had fragments of rock, embedded into something soft. Toofy really wanted to dive in and discover what the woman's preferences were.
She had to service the noble, first.
Which would require waking her... Somehow.
She reluctantly stopped playing with the handmaiden, and began to kiss along the legs of the human. Moving her head up gently until she found the deep musky scent.
She didn't really like the way Liz smelled. It was intense, coming from a diet that was too sedentary, with far too much meat. Salty to the taste, but almost a scent of oil.
Her rough tongue slid along the length of the little slit. Liz stiffened and let out a quiet moan, and then a tired groan. "No..."
Toofy rolled her eyes, and began to actively lap at the woman. Her tongue curling as she drew in the liquid, before allowing it to drool out of the corners of her mouth.
"Hmm? Oh. Oh!" Liz finally woke up.
The blanket whipped back violently, and the neko smirked, tail standing straight and tight.
Liz let out a growl of frustration, "I did not send for you! Oh... Oh, stop it. Let me... Mmm... Complain, first. Mmm. Oh, you're too... Good at that."
Toofy reached over and ran a hand down the handmaiden's leg gently, voicing her intentions.
Liz growled, "Xivian. Please leave us."
"M'lady." The tired voice came, and the halfbreed went to leave the bed.
Toofy popped up, ears flattening and letting out a keening noise from deep in the base of her throat. Looking wide-eyed at the noblewoman, begging.
The woman crossed her arms across her naked chest, "You are not stealing her from me, Twenty Four!"
"Not steal." She whined, "Share. She wouldn't dare to steal. She shares everything with the Liz. Wanted to share, together. The Liz should have the ones she loves."
"Manipulative. Devious." Liz glared at her, "Trying to use my heart against me. Just because you want to play with my handmaiden."
"Toofy gave the Xivian back to the Liz." She pointed out, "Her husband had deprived them both of their love. Toofy just wanted the Liz to feel what it is like to be shared, and to share. She would not hate it."
The woman ground her teeth together and sigh, "Fine. Xivian. You may stop dressing, and rejoin us. The endless sexual education of our neko continues. The depths I sink to... You are always right, when you say I will enjoy it."
"Toofy would not try, if she did not think the Liz would like it." Her tail wagged for a moment.
Liz shifted up in the bed, and looked over at her handmaiden, "I know I will regret this... But... You clearly want her. Xivian? You look... Interested. Shall I watch the two of you, for a moment?"
"No. No." Toofy said crossly, "The Xivian must pleasure the Liz. Toofy will guide... And join in... As things continue. Tell her what you like, Liz."
The noble sighed, "This is embarrassing... Xivian? I... I suppose... You may kiss me, if you wish. There is no need to hide it in front of the cat. That we adore each other."
The halfbreed smelled... Lustful.
Toofy smirked, sitting back silently and letting the two forget she was even there, for a moment. The kiss began hesitantly, but became quite passionate.
The cat struggled not to laugh as she saw the handmaiden holding the noble's face, pushing her tongue into her mouth roughly. When she saw the knee sneak up and press firmly into Lady Castelle's crotch.
Waking that one up hungry seemed to be a dangerous thing.
She crouched down silently, arching her back so that she could look in and see the fascinating little vulva of the halfbreed. Her eyes widened as she saw it was even more different than she thought.
Along the inner edges of her channel, Toofy could spy a spiral pattern of ribbing. A texture that would drive a man insane, and one that she didn't want to resist, either.
She made a pout and sat up, crawling in behind the elf and embracing her. The cat's hands tweaked at the handmaiden's nipples briefly, causing her to gasp and break the kiss.
