"Keep your hands off of Anders... I'll do as you wish." Palador says, resigned. Her father jerks at his chains, "No! Palador do not give up! Do not give in! You-" Galla silences him, putting her blade against his throat. "Quiet old man. Or Anders dies all the same. You will not utter another word against us."
Galla turns back to Palador, smiling. "Now, dear sister, when you are ready, give the King's tool a proper cleaning." Galla walks around behind Palador to watch.
Palador sighs, looking to her father, she mouthes silently to him -I'm sorry...- Galla steps up behind Palador, slipping her clawed fingers along her clit, pinching her clitoris shortly, making Palador gasp. "No apologizing dear, you are to enjoy this, Do not apologize, do not be gentle. Satisfy your urges."
The lioness's chest heaves, taking deep low breaths as her hips move into the touch, her eyes fluttering as Galla pulls away. Her paw slips down her silky body to her own womanhood, gently tracing along it, moving back and forth slowly, her breath turning into soft gasps of pleasure, her eyes still fluttering while they are closed. Her body bends over slightly as she spasms slightly. "Ooohh..." The king can only watch as he fears for whats going through her mind...
Palador pauses, drawing her paw back up to her lips, sniffing her fingers and licking them clean, her green eyes open as she eyes her father, her face still solemn of the job before her, she moves to his table and crouches before his lower end. Her eyes meet with his, looking deep into his, some regret in her eyes but also a curiousity, as her face turns to look at his body. Even in his aged self, the king 's body still a fine piece of work, Palador traces her paws up his legs, placing his cock in her left palm as the other strokes the backside of two of her fingers along it. Leaning down ever so slowly, she blows gently upon it as she continues to rub it, watching it firm up, her warm touch causing her father to let a barely audible gasp of air, quickly silencing himself.
The cat uses her tail, rubbing it between her thighs, the soft yet slightly abrasive fur stinging slightly as she pleasures her slit, gaining enough drive to do what she must, she leans down to his cockhead, giving it a soft kiss, her smooth lips so gentle on him, she kisses his essence again, her flat tongue lacing out to lick it, causing it to jerk and firm up straight, a vein protuding on a side as he stands at attention, his leg even jerks in reaction to the touch. With a moan, she takes him within her mouth, sucking gently as she sucks it in slightly, and back out again, smacking her lips, her tongue tasting her lips, her eyes roll back into her head as something in her clicks, some instinct or effect of her being or her poison, she leans back in, sucking his prod deeper within her mouth. The king groans in response, his wrists tugging at the chains.
Palador slips her paw down to the base of his manhood, the other fondling his testicles, ever so gently massaging them as she sucks upon him firmly, taking his length into her throat, moaning as the tremble of her voice causes him all the more delight. Her bouncing upon him quickens as her breathing increases, she sucks upon him as she slides up and down him. Her slit growing wet with excitement, she continues to pleasure her father.
He in turn moans in delight, his body bound so unable to do anything but enjoy, he can't help but look down upon the cat working upon him, disgusted at what the Queen has done to his family, but that thought being pushed to the back of his mind as he is swept away in the heat of the moment, his hips grinding slightly to push into her movements.
Palador, suddenly pauses. Beth's smile fades, she looks agitated, taking a breath to scold her. Palador pulls away, but Galla stops Beth, a wicked smile upon her rat muzzle. Palador's eyes look up at the man, she climbs up upon the table, straddling his body between her legs. Taking his cock within both of her hands, she slides herself to find him, dropping her body upon his pillar, moaning in delight as she begins to fuck him, sliding her body back and forth upon it slowly, building. She leans down to him, the king unable to muster a word as this sexual feline pleasures him to no end, she seals her lips about his in a kiss, her large breasts pressing against his chest.
Galla nearly bolts forward as she sees Palador's hands unlatching her father's shackles, but instead laughs as she sees Garon's hands move instantly to her chest, leaning upwards in the kiss to continue it, his hands groping her breasts, pinching her teat.
Anders turns his face away as they continue to fuck, until they climax, Palador screams in delight as she is filled by him. As Garon slumps back into his table, Galla moves over and relocks him in place, Palador climbs off of him, her eyes still looking rather kind, not as sinister as her sister, but she follows Galla back to stand with Beth, straightening her fur as she wipes herself clean, her hips swaying behind her as she walks.