Mel's eyes blinked at the ears folding, her hand stroking her maid's cheek like a mochi. A quiet yet passionate warmth stirred inside her, the temptation to tease her little pet more.
She muttered, barely containing her playfulness. "You have to hold back, my little kitty."
Nyxia shivered, the breath tickling her earlobe like an edged promise. She knew her master was always a lusty, flirty Witch, yet she could feel only honoured to be the recipient.
As her Master leaned in, the Witch's silky hair brushed her cheeks, lips inching closer to the skin, teeth poised as if ready to claim their territory at any moment.
The maid shuddered, her claws digging into the wall behind her to find some semblance of reality. "Mas-master..."
Mel's tongue smacked against her teeth, holding back her desire. "What is it? Do you claim it is not your fault that you can barely contain yourself?"