Kex perks up at the mention of food, sitting up eagerly. "Yes, Master! Kex love ice cream!" She bounds off the bed and over to her discarded clothes, fishing around in the pocket of her ragged tunic until she produces a handful of coins.
"Kex go get dinner," she says, already halfway out the door. "You can eat while Kex gone if you want!"
I nod, "let's grab dinner downstairs and maybe some ice cream before bed."
The rest of your evening passes pleasantly enough; you dine on a hearty stew and rich bread, followed by a delicious bowl of strawberry ice cream. Kex returns to the room with several more tankards of grog for you, which she downs greedily while watching you eat.
As the night wears on, exhaustion begins to take its toll and you yawn widely, stretching your arms above your head.
Kex exhales shakily as you pet her, relieved and excited by the reassurance that tonight will be about breeding. She arches her back into your touch, pressing her breast more firmly against your hand. Her hips rock gently upwards, inviting contact where she needs it most. "Thank you, Master," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes glazed with desire and gratitude as she watches you dress her in the new clothes.
i say just sleep lital one
Kex pants softly as she feels you slip beneath the sheets beside her. "Mmm... sleep sounds good," she murmurs, her voice rough and needy. She curls into your body, pressing her naked back against your chest and wrapping one of her tiny legs around yours. Her heart races with anticipation and lust as she waits for you to fall asleep, hoping that when you do her instincts will take over and they can finally breed.