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"Am I some kind of gourmet spot?"
I muttered in bewilderment.
It had been a while since Marian had vanished, only for another uninvited guest to show up. Just as I'd been coaxing Katrin to satisfy my urges, Karen's voice rang out, and I did my best to ignore it. But then the ambient mana surged, and I immediately recognized the ripple from Soul Projection magic.
For some reason, every time we fucked, someone was peeping on us—but I was so used to it by now that it barely registered. At least Karen wasn't knocking anymore, so it looked like she wouldn't interrupt.
"Wh-what did you say?"
"Nothing."
With a strip of white cloth blindfolding her eyes, I answered Katrin like that.
The reason for the blindfold was simple: it felt like it'd be way more stimulating. I'd lied about her being embarrassed to cover her eyes, then permitted her to play with my cock using her feet. Position mattered for footjobs, of course, so Katrin was perched on her workbench while I sat on the floor beneath it.
"You can start now, Katrin."
I spoke to her, noticing how her toes clenched tight with tension.
At my go-ahead, her feet began to move slowly. I felt the soft pads of her soles gliding up my thighs.
Oh! Mink!
My cock twitched at that smooth, velvety texture as I gazed up at Katrin. A normal workbench would've made it impossible for her legs to reach, but rabbitkin ones were only about chair height. Her feet roamed freely over my body, and every time her thighs parted just a bit, her sleek little pussy peeked out.
So damn cute.
I watched her fidget carefully with her feet. Even for a rabbitkin, her pussy wasn't all that different from a human's—the main quirk was how tiny it looked, matching her petite frame.
"Umm… uh, where… exactly…?"
Struggling to locate my cock, Katrin pressed her foot lightly against my stomach.
I shifted to press my glans against her sole, and her body jolted.
"Ahhat."
Unfamiliar with the sensation on her toes, Katrin let out an odd little sound. But curiosity won out, and she soon started groping my shaft with both feet. The fine hairs on her soles wrapped around me as her adorable pair slid along the length.
"Ugh… ho-hot. So weird."
Her toes wriggled, but she kept rubbing her feet diligently against my cock. The novel lewdness drew a short groan from me.
"Mm."
Her feet froze at the sound, but realizing it wasn't displeasure, she resumed.
"Hng? Fe-feels… good?"
She asked in a husky nasal whine, her lips quirking up—she was thrilled at turning me on. Not surprising, given a lifetime of being called ugly while crafting sex toys.
"Yeah, it's great."
I gave her my honest take, and her smile widened into a grin. Emboldened, she clamped both soles around my shaft, the soft fur enveloping me as she stroked up and down.
Rabbitkin soles must be sensitive; she wielded them like hands, and I could tell she was heating up too. Her pussy came into sharper view with her feet pressed together, glistening wet.
She's soaked.
I chuckled at the lewd fluids trickling down her thighs. I was just as turned on by her feet—never having properly fucked a woman in my past life, I'd turned into quite the pervert.
"Eh…? D-did I do something wrong?"
She twitched at my laugh, toes still curling around my cock. Adorably insecure.
The rabbitkin sole texture was addictive; I could've blown my load right there. But she needed a little reshaping.
"Kyaa!"
Grabbing her slender ankles and hoisting them up, Katrin yelped and flopped back onto the workbench. Holding both ankles, I spread her legs slightly—her dripping pussy fully exposed.
"Wh-what're you…"
Blindfolded, she couldn't hide her fluster. But she knew what was coming.
I nudged my cock against her slick folds; her body quivered at the smooth contact.
"Aaht…!"
A lewd moan burst from her as I slid along her slit. Coated in her ample juices, I carefully pressed into her tight hole.
Will it fit?
She looked too small to handle me. Rabbitkin were petite, and my cock dwarfed the average man's. But her tiny labia parted, inching me in.
"Hnnng…"
Biting her lower lip, her body tensed—curiosity and fear mixing in her first time.
I slid my hands to her soles, teasing them.
Twitch.
Just my fingers brushing them made her react, her pussy gushing more lube like it was begging.
Soles are her erogenous zone, as expected.
Savoring the plush feel, I eased deeper. Even just the glans met resistance from her hymen.
I knocked gently, stroking her feet; the taut membrane tore bit by bit, yielding.
Half my shaft buried, her body shuddered through a climax.
This is her limit?
It wouldn't go further—her short vagina matched her size. No full-depth bliss, but the snug mid-shaft grip had its own appeal. A teasing itch, almost better.
I held still, letting her adjust. Her walls clenched in surprise, then pulsed rhythmically.
"Hnnng…."
Tension easing, a moan of pure pleasure escaped her.
I began slow thrusts; blindfolded, she adapted, hips rocking to meet me.
"Hp… haaa… th-this… is sex? Hng!"
Confused words, but she synced up. Her red lips parted, tongue flicking out hungrily.
"Um… c-can we… kiss too?"
Tense with worry, I laughed—my mouth felt idle anyway.
I leaned in, slipping my tongue past her lips; she stiffened briefly.
Then, like a parched woman, she latched on clumsily. Awkward, but not bad at all.