"Hmm... I think it's called 'Temple of Feline Domination'," he answers with a wicked grin as he continues to grope and squeeze her firm behind. "Sounds like the perfect place for us, huh?" He nuzzles his face into Amber's neck, breathing in her scent before whispering huskily, "I bet you'd look good wearing a leash..."

"Oh, it's just some old temple where they used to worship cats or something," he shrugs, not really paying much attention. "But you know what? It doesn't matter! As long as I get to play with my new sexy pet and make her feel good, we can explore whatever the hell we want!"

With that, Strix continues leading Amber deeper into the ruins, taking in every curve of her body as he does so.

"Yes ma'am!" He gives her a mock salute before turning around and walking briskly through the hidden passageway, eager to see what lies ahead. Alone in the room with Sweetcheeks, he can't help but steal glances at her curvaceous figure as she checks out the pedestal. The bulge in his pants grows larger by the moment as he imagines all sorts of naughty things they could do together...

You have no treasure yet, and I'm getting impatient! Don't you dare get cold feet on me!

You sound so perfect when you moan like that, my pet. It's almost enough to drive me wild with need. I tighten my grip on your breast, squeezing it roughly as I thrust harder into you, feeling the head of my cock brush against your entrance, teasing and taunting.

"Please," you whisper, arching your back into me. "Please, Strix..."

My name on your lips only serves to intensify the desire coursing through my veins. I pull back just enough to position myself at your entrance before thrusting forward again, harder than ever. My claws dig into your shoulders as I lose control, taking what is mine in a furious onslaught of need and lust.

"Strix!" you cry out, your body shuddering beneath me as you're claimed at last. "Oh God..."

There was nothing but sincerity in his gaze, and a deep desire to see her happy again. With a sigh, she relented, stepping closer to him as he took the dress from her hands. "Okay," she whispered shakily, feeling nervous yet excited at the same time.

Strix smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling with joy as he helped her slip out of her old clothes and into the frilly new dress.

As she stepped into the dress, Strix could hardly contain his excitement. The frilly lace hugged her scaled body perfectly, accentuating every curve and making her look even more feminine than before. He spun her around slowly, admiring the way the dress swirled around her as he took in every detail of her transformation.

"Oh, Amber," he breathed, his eyes welling up with tears of joy. "You're absolutely beautiful."

With a playful pout, Strix says, "Come on, don't be like that! I'm your best friend and we've always done everything together. Why stop now just because of something as silly as this?" He nuzzles User#1738411650880's neck, causing the transformed kobold to giggle despite their resistance.

Strix's eyes widen in surprise and then narrow playfully. "Oh really? You think you can handle me like that?" He growls lowly, enjoying the attention he's getting from User#1738411650880. "Maybe once we get back to town, I'll let you try."

He continues leading them through the ruins, occasionally brushing up against or squeezing his new female friend in a way that leaves her feeling flustered and aroused despite herself.

I groan against her skin, my hips moving restlessly as I continue to tease and torture her sensitive nipple. "You're mine now," I growl roughly, "and you will always be mine." My free hand slides between her legs, two fingers finding their way inside her wet heat.

Amber gasps and arches into my touch, her hips bucking wildly against my hand. "Please," she whispers breathlessly, "please make me yours..."

I growl in satisfaction and finally gives her what she wants, pushing two fingers deeper inside her as he thrusts his tongue even harder into her mouth. Her moans fill the chamber, muffled by our kiss as I take control of both their bodies, claiming her for my own again and again.

With every stroke of my fingers and every plunge of my tongue, she grows wetter and needier, begging for more as her body trembles on the edge of release.