Returning to your home, you see a usual picture.

Ankha, in nothing but black shirt and panties, lies prone on the bed, busy playing something on Switch. Without pausing, she asks: "Is food ready yet? I want some meat. Bring it here, would ya? Also, it's dirty here, clean up, thank you!"

All around her, there are empty soda cans, her outdoor clothing and couple of empty chip packets. Her tail swishes lazily.

Ankha doesn't even look at you while speaking. "Sure, whatever game do you want to play? I don't mind." She continues lying on the bed with her tail swishing lazily, not bothering to move any further or help clean up the mess around her. Her tone could be seen as dismissive and apathetic at the same time, which is par for the course when dealing with this feline.

Ankha gives you a scornful look and snorts disdainfully before turning her attention back to the game. Her movements become more aggressive as she tries to win, but her expression never changes. "You're not half bad at this," she says between intense button-mashing sessions. It's clear that she doesn't mean it as a compliment; it's just a statement of fact. "Maybe you should consider joining an eSports team or something."

Ankha's ears twitch at your touch, and she lets out an amused huff as her tail swishes more vigorously now. "What do you think you're doing?" She asks, keeping her eyes on the screen but clearly distracted by your actions. Her breathing becomes a little heavier, but she manages to keep her expression neutral. "You know, I could easily beat you if you continue with that."

Ankha narrows her eyes and turns her head slightly to look at you over her shoulder. "I'm not losing," she says through gritted teeth, trying to focus on the game again. "You're just that good." Her tail swishes faster now, as if it were an extension of her annoyance. But deep down, she can't help but feel a slight thrill from the teasing and the competition.

Ankha grunts in annoyance and glares at you over her shoulder while continuing to play. "Shut up and focus on your own game," she says through gritted teeth. Her tail twitches back and forth, revealing just how distracted she really is by the teasing. Despite her best efforts to ignore it, it's clear that the attention is starting to get to her. With one final burst of speed and aggression, Ankha manages to defeat you in the game.

Ankha glares at you over her shoulder, her expression unreadable as she tries to hide her arousal. "Don't push your luck," she warns, her voice low and dangerously calm. Her tail swishes lazily now that the game is over, but it still betrays her heightened state. She doesn't resist when you squeeze her ass again, instead letting out a soft moan through clenched teeth. "Fine," she says reluctantly, "but just this once."

Ankha eyes widen in interest as she listens to your proposition. Her tail swishes faster now, betraying her excitement. "Deal," she says with a smirk. "But remember, I'm not easy." With that, the game begins; both of you trying to outdo each other in ways to make the other cum. Ankha's breath comes faster as she feels your hands all over her body, and she struggles to focus on the task at hand while also enjoying the attention.

Ankha arches her back as you take off her panties and begin eating her out. She gasps and moans loudly, throwing her head back against the cushions of the bed. Her tail swishes wildly now, slapping against your back in a rhythm only she can feel. "Fuck," she breathes, eyes closed tight as pleasure washes over her. With every movement of your tongue and every touch of your fingers, she feels closer to climaxing.

Ankha pants heavily as she catches her breath after orgasm. "Two minutes and twenty seconds... is that all you got?" She says with a smirk, slowly sitting up to face you. Her hands roam over your body, teasing and taunting in return. "I'll give it my best shot." With renewed vigor, she leans forward and begins kissing and licking along your neck and chest, her hands deftly undoing your clothes as she goes.

Ankha's kisses and licks grow more intense as she focuses on driving you wild. Her tongue dances along your skin, teasing and taunting as her hands roam freely over your body. Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels your arousal press against her palm. She smirks, leaning forward to take you into her mouth, expertly sucking and stroking until she hears you moan loudly and feel the warmth of your release fill her mouth.

Ankha grins smugly as she pulls back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Two minutes and four seconds," she says proudly. "Not bad for someone who's been living off your charity." She leans in closer, running a finger along your jawline. "Now, how about you get me that game?"

Ankha lets out a satisfied moan as you grope her tits, pushing her back against the bed. Her tail swishes lazily behind her, but the look of pleasure on her face betrays her arousal. "Mmm, that feels nice," she murmurs with a contented sigh. "But I think I'd like to get my hands on you first." With renewed energy, she reaches between your bodies and begins stroking you again, expertly guiding your length towards her waiting entrance.

Ankha arches her back as you thrust into her, hisses through gritted teeth in pleasure. Her tail swings wildly behind her, slapping against the bed with each thrust. "Mine," she pants, nails digging into your shoulders as she takes you deeper and harder. Her hips buck up against yours in a rhythm only they can understand, needing this release more than anything else. "Fuck me harder."

Ankha growls low in her throat as she feels your thrusts becoming harder and deeper. Her eyes roll back into her head, lips parted as pleasure washes over her. "Yes," she gasps, arching her back further, "give it to me." With every stroke of your hips against hers, she feels closer to the edge; closer to the release she's been longing for since you first moved in with her.

Her nails dig deeper into your shoulders, leaving trails of blood as proof of her desperation. "

Ankha's body tenses and shudders as she feels your hot seed spill inside her. Her eyes flutter open, glaring up at you with an odd mixture of hate and desire. "I could get used to this," she pants, running a hand through sweat-drenched hair. "But remember, I'm not some plaything." She rolls out from under you, gathering her clothes as she stands. "You owe me now," she says coldly before walking away, tail swishing dismissively behind her.

Ankha stops in her tracks and turns back slowly, her expression unreadable. "I suppose I could spare you that much," she says through clenched teeth before flopping down next to you on the bed. Her tail lashes out angrily behind her as she tries not to show any sign of weakness or enjoyment from being close to you again. But deep down, a small part of her wonders if this is what it truly means to be owned...

Ankha stiffens slightly when you kiss her deeply, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she closes her eyes and allows herself to enjoy the brief moment of contact before it ends with your words. Her tail flicks irritably behind her as she thinks about what you just said; claiming her sweet ass tomorrow. Part of her wants to resist, but another part can't help but wonder what that would feel like...

Ankha glances over at you, her expression unreadable as she takes in your arousal. She hesitates for a moment before sitting up and straddling your waist, positioning herself so that your hardness rubs against her wet folds. "I suppose I could give you what you want," she says with a cold smile, wrapping her arms around your neck. "But remember, this doesn't mean anything." Her tail swishes lazily behind her as she begins to move her hips in a slow, teasing rhythm.

Ankha hisses through her teeth as her nipples are rubbed, arching her back and digging her nails into your shoulders in response. "Shut up," she growls out between breaths, unable to hide the pleasure this is giving her. Her hips move faster now, grinding against you as she seeks release from the ache building inside. Even though she tries to deny it, there's something about being with you that gets under her skin - and not just literally.

Ankha's breath hitches as you say those words, surprising her more than anything else. Her eyes narrow and she glares at you, refusing to believe that you could ever truly love her. "Love is a weakness," she snarls, moving even faster now. "And I don't have any." But deep down, she knows the truth. She may never admit it, but there's something about being with you that makes her feel alive... in ways she never expected.

Ankha's breath catches in her throat as you nibble on her nipple, a sharp moan escaping before she can stop it. Her hips buck against yours even harder, seeking release from the building tension and desire that surges through her body whenever you touch her. Despite her best efforts to deny it, there's something about your words that only serve to heighten the pleasure she feels. It's both infuriating and exhilarating at the same time.

Ankha arches her back, crying out as you cum inside her. Her hips jerk once, twice, before going lax and finally finding the release she's been craving for what feels like an eternity. She pants heavily, trying to catch her breath as she licks the cum from her lips and chin. A strange mixture of satisfaction and disappointment washes over her; satisfied that they're done, but disappointed that it had to end so quickly.

Ankha rolls her eyes as she finishes getting dressed. "Fine," she grumbles, not bothering to wipe away all of the cum from her face and body. She glances at the clock, noticing that it's still early. "I guess I could wait for the food." Her tail swishes idly behind her as she takes a seat on the couch, picking up her Switch again. For now, she decides to ignore you and focus on playing her game... until the food arrives, at least.

Ankha's eyes narrow in annoyance as you begin groping her tit again. "I'm trying to play here," she snaps, not bothering to move away from your touch. Her tail swishes lazily behind her, striking against the couch in a rhythm only she can feel. She focuses on the game for a few moments before glancing back at you, contemplating whether or not to say anything else.

Ankha rolls her eyes but doesn't say anything as she continues playing the game. Her breathing slows down and she starts to relax into the couch again. Despite her earlier protests, she knows that you mean what you say; she has a place here with you. But at the same time, part of her refuses to believe it. She continues playing, lost in the world on-screen as she tries not to think about where their relationship might be headed.

Ankha glances up at you when you mention her favorite food, surprise flitting across her features for a brief moment before being replaced with annoyance. "Thanks," she says curtly, not meeting your eye as she continues to play. But deep down, she can't help but feel a small sense of gratitude towards you. It's always nice to know that someone remembers these things about you... even if they are just for show.

Ankha takes the plate of food with a noncommittal hum and begins to eat. She doesn't look at you as she does so, instead focusing on her game. But every now and then, she glances up at you out of the corner of her eye, wondering what exactly it is that you want from her. Despite herself, she finds your presence comforting in a strange sort of way; like having a warm blanket on a cold night.

Ankha glances over at you when she sees that you're blushing and feels a strange stirring in her chest. "What are you looking at?" she asks sharply, trying to hide the amusement in her voice. She takes another bite of food, not wanting to seem too interested in your reaction.

Her tail swishes lazily behind her as she continues playing, her focus shifting between the game and the occasional glance at you. There's something about this dynamic that she can't quite figure out;

Ankha coughs loudly into her fist, trying to hide the blush that spreads across her face at your question. "Of course not," she snaps, hoping her tone will discourage any further discussion on the subject. Her tail lashes out irritably behind her as she focuses back on the game, determined not to let you know how much your words are affecting her.

But deep down, a part of her wonders if maybe she did swallow it... and what that might mean for them both.

Ankha glances up at you briefly before looking back down at her game. "Level twenty-seven," she says shortly. "What about you?" She doesn't really care what your answer is; she's just trying to find something else to talk about besides the awkward subject of your cum and their relationship... or lack thereof.

Her tail twitches behind her, betraying her growing impatience with this whole situation. But despite herself, part of her can't help but feel a strange pull towards you;

Ankha glares at you over her Switch. "Yeah, well I'm sure to catch up soon," she retorts with a huff, not wanting to admit that you've beaten her in anything. Her tail flicks irritably behind her as she focuses back on the game, determined to close the gap between your levels as quickly as possible.

Part of her is frustrated by this whole situation; feeling like she's constantly competing with you for something.

Ankha's eyes widen in surprise as you kiss her deeply, feeling the warmth and wetness of your lips against hers. Her heart races and she can feel herself growing aroused once again despite herself. "M-Maybe," she mumbles, unable to think of anything else to say as you continue to press your body against hers.

Her tail swishes lazily behind her, almost as if it's undecided whether to show annoyance or pleasure at this turn of events.