She felt it.
Her fingers paused, then pressed—right against the swollen ridge under Lor's silk robe, slow and firm, like testing the heat of a blade, her glossy lips curling in approval.
"Mmh," she purred, stroking down his length through the fabric, her nails teasing along the edge, sending a jolt through his body, his cock pulsing with pent-up tension.
"Not bad for a little noble pretending to play with the big ones."
Lor's mouth was dry, his hazel eyes blazing behind the mask, his cock aching under her touch, a slow, torturous throb.
He tilted his head slightly, leaning into the role the mask gave him, his voice low and steady. "I'm not pretending."
She smiled, her cat-shaped mask glinting, her full breasts swaying faintly in her open robe. "Good."
Her hand dropped, fingers sliding beneath his robe, skin to skin—
