Kjera knocked on the Saintess' door with the knuckle of her forefinger, more out of courtesy than anything else. She wasn't an omniscient goddess by any means, but she knew better — Enya Silverash was sound asleep, and it would take more than a polite tapping to rouse her slumbering sweetheart.
"Saintess? Oh, Saintess?" Kjera couldn't help but smile as she called out to her. "It's almost noon, you know… Do you intend to sleep all day today?"
Silence.
Well, that wasn't exactly true.
Faint as it was, and with her exceptional hearing, Kjera could hear what obviously sounded like snoring coming from beyond the threshold.
She sighed with amusement more than anything else, and she pushed open the door of the Saintess' bedchambers.
It was just as she expected.
Messy, messy, messy!
By lantern light, Kjera could see her beloved beneath a tangled mess of sheets and furs. Beyond these walls, snow fell gently toward the earth, raising the pearly-white blanket that spread across the landscape.
The weather outside was frightful, but…
Kjera smiled secretively as she slipped into the space, slowly sliding the door closed behind her, and locking it from the inside.
"Wake up, Enya," Kjera called out, her tone singsong and sugar-sweet. "Enya~ Wake up now, it's time to get to work…"
No dice! The snoring snow leopard only mumbled amidst her doze, her body turning over at the sound of her own name.
"In all my years, I've never met a girl who could sleep as deeply as you," Kjera remarked. "And yet… I'm afraid I'm smitten with the sleepiest little Feline in all the land."
She came even closer, spotting the loose fabrics that barely hid the beauty's bare body. Pramanix — or Enya — had an immensely fluffy tail. Sometimes, when Kjera relaxed with her, the goddess couldn't help but use the Feline's fuzzy feather duster-like tail as a body pillow itself. But whether by the tail or by the woman's warm and wondrous embrace, Kjera always slept like a baby when she slept with her.
"...but, Saintess, you've got your duties today…!"
"Nuh…" Enya's lips curled into an unconscious smile. "Five more minutes, Kjera…"
"Five more minutes… bah!" Kjera leaned in and slid a finger against the cheek of the Saintess, brushing aside a stray strand of soft hair. "What am I to do with you?"
Reflexively, Pramanix turned her head and kissed Kjera's fingertip, giving the goddess a gentle graze of her lips. Kjera pulled back in slight surprise, only to realize that Pramanix had done such an intimate thing in her sleep.
"No doubt you were up all night doing Goddess-knows-what," Kjera remarked, finding it easy to smile in Enya's presence — even if she wasn't awake to see it.
"Are you too warm?" She wondered aloud, pushing aside some blankets and furs to reveal more of the Saintess' nude form. As expected, the room had gotten warm enough that Pramanix was sweating under the covers. Droplets clung to the woman's bare breasts and thighs, trickling down to lusty, secret areas that only Kjera herself was privy to.
In a form like this, it was pitifully easy for Kjera to fall victim to pleasures of the flesh. Now more than ever, she found comfort in the company of humans such as Enya. Especially Enya, what with all the pleasures that the Feline brought her morning, noon, and night.
Pleasures of the flesh indeed. The rising flesh; rising rigid and ready for ravishing.
"Oh, Enya, my Saintess…" Kjera whispered.
She felt herself grow harder, and harder, and harder still…
Thankfully, the sealed door meant that there was no risk of someone interrupting their fun. Just as well, only Kjera could see how firm and erect she was becoming. It almost embarrassed her just how hot and bothered she had gotten from just a single glance at her favorite human's naked body.
"My word, Enya… I feel less like a goddess in your presence," she confessed, climbing into the bed and situating herself right in front of the sleeping beauty's sex. "I feel so filthy, so depraved, so horrid… I can't help myself, can I?"
"Kjera…" Pramanix mumbled in her sleep, drooling down her chin. "Help… yourself…"
"I beg your pardon, my Saintess?" Kjera asked in vain. She knew Enya couldn't hear her, after all.
And yet…
To her surprise, Enya spread her legs for the goddess' love. She'd done so a hundred times before, but never in a circumstance like this. It made Kjera's head spin to see the Saintess of Kjerag behaving like this, even in her sleep.
"Enya…!" Kjera chewed on her lower lip, her cock twitching at the sight of Enya spread supine in slumber. The snowy Feline's too-soft tail swept around Kjera's stiffening form, as though it had a mind of its own. She looked down, spotting the soft, welcoming folds of Enya's honey pot. The hottest, wettest place that Kjera knew keenly well.
"Oh… Oh, no…" Kjera gulped. "I'm… Ah… I'm truly to do this? Is that your wish, my Saintess? Do you want me to… while you're…" She couldn't even say it. She was far too flustered, even considering her actions. Their typical communion was always done with explicit consent. Their lovemaking didn't just rock the Saintess' bed, but it shook the mountains, too.
The Saintess giggled in her slumber as if she was having the most wonderful and heady dream. She raised her arms above her head in something of a half-stretch, yawning and humming quietly, cutely. "Kjera…? My Kjera…?"
"Ah…!" Kjera froze. "E-Enya?"
"Mm… guh mornin'..." The Saintess mumbled, her eyes still closed and her chin still stained with saliva. "Whuh are you doin'..."
"Eep! I-I was just…!" Kjera gulped, her hand still on her rock-hard length as she stayed kneeling there in front of Enya. "I was… I thought… My sweet Saintess could use some rousing? I came in here, and I—"
"Rowzzzing…" Pramanix giggled almost drunkenly, snaking her large tail more snugly around her goddess.
"E-Enya… ah…" Kjera moaned under her breath. The tip of her cock dripped pre cum onto the Feline's wet and ready snatch. "You're so enticing… you're so delicious… I'm so addicted to you, Enya…"
"Mmmmyeah~?" Enya yawned again, this time cracking an eye open and beckoning Kjera closer with a little wiggle of her finger. "Mm, come worship me, Kjera… Worship your Saintess now, don't make me ask again…"
Kjera gasped. "S-Saintess…!"
Enya pulled Kjera closer with her tail, giving such a firm yank with that fuzzy appendage that the Goddess' cock found its home inside of Pramanix's pussy. Kjera immediately moaned, and her eyes went wide as she was pushed to invade the Saintess' most holy place.
"Ugh…!" Kjera moaned aloud with pleasure, unable to stop the sound from leaving her lips. "Enya! Enya!"
Sleepy, mumbly, Enya snickered playfully as she felt her dearest handmaiden slide her shaft into her slick, soaked sex. "Oooh… teehee!" Enya weakly laced her arms around Kjera's neck, moaning and yawning and sighing from the hot and heavy pleasure. "Kjera~ mmm, Kjera… This is how I want you to wake me up… Can you do that for me, Kjera~?"
To hear her own name come from the Saintess' lips was a privilege and an honor. Swallowing all regret, Kjera worked up a fine rhythm while she pounded the beautiful Saintess against the bedsheets, grunting and groaning quietly while she basked in the comfort and the closeness that Enya always provided. Whether nestled in the snow leopard's bosom or snatch, Kjera felt greedy. It was fortunate, then, that Enya loved it when Kjera was selfish. When she took what belonged to her.
"H-Heavens above…!" Kjera reached up and started playing with Enya's breasts, prompting the Feline to purr from the pleasure of being so heavily enjoyed. Pramanix's puffy nipples were entertaining in their own right, and Kjera couldn't help but lean up close to take one into her mouth, wrapping her soft lips around the little pink nubbin before her. "Mmm!"
"Mm-hmm~" Pramanix sighed, raking her fingers through Kjera's dark locks. "Now this is true worship… ehe!"
"Mmff… mmmmff!" Kjera couldn't control her body. She felt utterly powerless atop Pramanix like this. She kept thrusting, and thrusting, and there was no hope of slowing down as she was welcomed over and over again into the Saintess' sweet and succulent sex. As she invaded Enya like this — as she speared her wet cunt with all the vim and vigor that she held — she couldn't help but feel like the luckiest mortal in the world.
Mortal, yes… it was Enya who was the veritable goddess here. She adored her body — every inch of the Silverash's form. Physical, mental, emotional, spiritual, sexual. She wanted every part of her. Every atom that composed her. To breathe in her presence was a gift; a miracle if not for how she took Kjera's breath away with her beauty and disposition.
She gasped from the manner that Enya caressed her head; how she ran her fingers through the goddess' hair and oh-so-softly rubbed her ears, with a delicateness that in no way belonged to this world. Swapping to the woman's other breast, Kjera sampled more of the Feline's body, humming delightedly as she enjoyed her breakfast.
"That's it, baby," Enya cooed. "Oooh, you're so good to your Saintess, Kjera… so good to meeee…"
With a soft pop! Kjera brought her head up, and she kept her hands groping Enya's large breasts. She didn't even know where to touch; everything was so warm and so soft and so welcoming and so wonderful!
"Enya," Kjera whined, thrusting in and out of the Saintess, picking up speed from the weakening friction; the increasing wetness. Their hips met repeatedly, filling the bedroom with percussive devotion. "Enya, I feel so s-selfish… I feel so g-greedy!"
"Mmm, good," Pramanix purred, putting her hands on Kjera's cheeks to hold her lover intimately close. "Please be more s-selfish, Kjera… the Saintess belongs to Kjeragandr… the Saintess belongs to you," she moaned, quivering beneath the goddess' mighty thrusts.
"Enya!" Kjera cried.
"Bless me, break me." Enya kissed Kjera over the nose. "Smite me, soothe me… I'm yours. You can do anything to m-me, Kjeraaa~!"
"Enya!" The goddess gasped. She started pumping faster and faster still, her hips smacking against Pramanix's plump ones, and she pressed her lips against the Saintess' soft pair, drinking deeply of Kjerag's most important woman. The woman that Kjera came home to, every single night of every single day. The woman who she could call her own, in a manner most exclusive and exquisite.
"Mmm, are you close, baby?" Enya gave a sultry giggle, nuzzling her face against the crook of Kjera's neck. "Pump me full of your worship… full of your love, Kjera… mmm…"
"Oh, Enya…!" Kjera groaned as she squeezed Pramanix's puffy thighs, sinking into the woman's nethers again and again. Each time she pushed forward, it sent another shiver through her whole human body. Every time she moved, it was like Pramanix's pussy was sucking her back in, as if in her half-conscious state. There was no way that she would let her lover leave without reaching the highest peaks. "Enya! I'm close! I'm so close, my Saintess!"
"Cum with me," Enya rasped, her chest heaving along with her heavy breathing. "Cum with your Saintess, cum with me…!"
"ENYA!"
Kjera cried out lustfully as she reached her orgasm, pumping an immense, hot load of cum deep inside the precious Saintess of Kjerag: Enya Silverash. She groaned lewdly as she unloaded her flood of love. Grand and gooey, sweet and sticky. "Enya," she begged, "I love you, Enya… I love you s-so much, my dearest Saintess, a-ah…"
Pramanix squealed as she came, curling inward and arching her back and shaking beneath the goddess like she was experiencing an earthquake. Tremors passed through her entire body as she creamed around Kjera's thick dick, milking the goddess for all that she could give to the world.
It was an eternity or a few minutes.
They collapsed against the mattress, which squeaked in protest under them. Kjera welcomed generous helpings of air into her lungs, resting against her beloved.
"O-Oh!" Kjera smiled gleefully, running a hand through her own hair. "My word! Oh, Enya, my sweet Enya! That was… phew!"
She snuggled up against the Feline's bosom, planting sweet smooches against her flushed skin. "Enya," she moaned, "oh, Enya.."
"Kjera…" Enya snored. "Mmm…"
"Huh…? Enya…?"
Silence followed. Then, another sleepy mumble from the fluffball beneath her.
"Mm… sleepy… ehe… five more minutes, Kjera," Pramanix mumbled, slipping back into sleep. Kjera did a double take.
"F-five minutes?" The goddess scoffed. "You said five minutes, five minutes ago!"
It was no use. Pramanix had fallen asleep again. Kjera couldn't believe it. She pulled out of the Saintess' sopping-wet pussy, sighing with relief as she adjusted her robe and scooted meekly off the bed.
When she turned to look at Enya again, she could see that the Feline had well and truly fallen back into a dreamy sleep. This time, however, she lay even more disheveled than when Kjera had first walked in. Splayed out onto her back with her arms over her head, the girl was leaking a hot and sticky mess from her fluffy privates, staining the mattress with Kjera's love.
It was a sight that brought a blush to Kjera's cheeks. Every time that she debased the Saintess in this manner, it was a reminder of just how much she loved to be human.
How much she loved to be human… with her.
"Fine, fine." The Goddess conceded. "I'll give you twenty more minutes… Ugh, for the love of, well, me." She smiled slyly. "I'm far too soft on you, my silly little Saintess…"
She planted a kiss on Pramanix's plump tummy, and then one more on her forehead.
"But I love you all the same… a-and if you don't wake up in twenty minutes… I'll be so miffed with you…! So very miffed…!"
With a flutter in her heart and a passion in her loins, Kjera slipped out of the Saintess' bedchambers, just as the snoozing Feline cracked into another knowing smile.
"I love you too… zzz…"