Clark picked up the washcloth Meera had dropped upon discovering her tail and other changes. Turning on the water, he let it run a few moments, testing the water with his left hand while his right rested high on Meera's exposed thigh. Leaning into her, he nuzzled her neck where it met her shoulder, humming quietly before placing a kiss on her collarbone. Meera's head fell back against the mirror as she felt Clark's fingers lightly caress her thigh, and then jolted slightly as the warm cloth met her swollen pussy.
"It's alright, shh, let me do this, Meera, my good girl." Clark murmured soothingly, gently caressing and cleaning the evidence of last night from her thighs.
Meera felt her new tail twitch slightly when Clark called her a "good girl," but she willed it to be still, terrified he would see it and be disgusted. She couldn't remember their time together last night, but she had to assume he hadn't noticed anything strange since this dreamy scenario was still playing out.
Slowly, Clark lowered to his knees in front of where Meera sat on the bathroom counter, his hands still caressing her thighs, fingers working closer and closer to her center. Meera sighed and again let her head loll back, her eyes drifting shut. As the thick fingers of Clark's right hand found her wet folds and slipped inside, his left hand hooked around atop her pubic mound, teasing her clit skillfully. She was so consumed, her body tightening with the amazing sensations he was eliciting with only his fingers that she didn't notice as his hand left her clit, reaching up her torso and spreading her robe open. Meera felt him caress a nipple and she gasped, her tongue lolling out as she panted, so close to coming... She hooowled when she felt Clark's tongue drag through her folds, flicking against her clit as she came, her orgasm squeezing the fingers still insider her.
Collapsed backward against the mirror, Meera panted to catch her breath. Quivers racked her body as she slowly came down from the best orgasm she could remember. She felt Clark kiss her mound, his lips working up her abdomen as he rose. His hands grazed her torso as well, touching on sensitive spots and stopping to fondle and gently pinch. As he rubbed his palms simultaneously over two matching points on the skin over her ribs, Meera's eyes fluttered open. Residual tingling sensations were still zinging about her body, and she wondered how his touch on her torso could affect her so strongly. It wasn't as if Clark were teasing her breasts...
Lowering her gaze, Meera was shocked back to full alertness when she caught sight of her crush. Clark was sucking on one of her nipples, but it wasn't her human tits that his hands were tweaking. As she watched, he rolled the tip of one nipple located on her lower ribcage, directly below her small human boob. It matched one on her other side, and as his hands moved she could see another set on her abdomen. Meera jolted upright, fumbling to gather her robe back around herself.
Clark stood, looking satisfied with himself. Slowly, never breaking eye contact, he lifted his right hand and sucked on his fingers. "Don't be shy, pet. You know I love your body." Dropping his hand to his crotch, he lowered his gaze to follow, and Meera couldn't help but look as well. Clark's impressive dick was straining towards her, precum glistening at the tip. His reached out with his left hand while slowly stroking himself with his right, pulling her robe from her limp grasp and exposing her once more.