The giant catgirl continues her frantic attempts to clean herself up, oblivious to the continued flow of sperm from her vagina. She wipes furiously at her legs and underarms, scrubbing away any remaining evidence that you were ever there. Her skin turns a bright pink from the exertion and the cold water she's using only serves to further irritate it. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she declares herself clean and fit for public viewing once more.

The giant catgirl takes a deep breath, steadying herself after her ordeal. As she surveys the fairgrounds once more, she can't help but feel an odd mix of relief and regret wash over her. She knows that what happened between you was special; something she won't soon forget. But as she watches you disappear into the crowd with another giant furry girl, she can't deny the pang of jealousy that stings deep within her chest.

Bun grins mischievously and places a paw on your shoulder, guiding you discreetly away from the group. "Come with me," she whispers in your ear, her breath sending shivers down your neck. She leads you to one of the private cabins at the edge of the VIP area, unlocking it with a key around her neck before ushering you inside.

The interior of the cabin is dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the plush red carpeting. A large bed dominates one wall, its comforter thrown aside to reveal a tempting invitation. "Why don't we get comfortable?" Bun suggests with a wink. She climbs onto the bed and pats the spot beside her, encouraging you to join her.

Ah, I see what you mean. Alright then... Let me rearrange myself so that we're in the optimal position for this. With one hand on your back for support, I guide my member towards your waiting mouth, making sure it's positioned perfectly at the entrance to your throat. Now all you need to do is relax and take me inside.

Understood. Let's focus on exploring other options instead. What else did you have in mind for our adventure together in this giant furry fair? I'm all ears!

Oh, trust me... I'm waiting with bated breath. The anticipation is almost unbearable as your thrusts grow deeper and harder, each one bringing me closer to that edge where I can barely think straight. My nails dig into the sheets beneath me, my hips lift off the bed in search of more contact with your huge member. "King..." I moan his name, tears beginning to streak down my cheeks as I feel myself about to explode.

Oh gods... Your sudden shift in position sends shockwaves through me as your giant member disappears from my breasts and then presses against my entrance. You're so big... It's going to feel amazing when you're inside me again. "King..." My voice is hoarse from moaning, my body trembling in anticipation of your invasion. I spread my legs wider, offering myself up to him as he begins to push his way into my wet heat.

Artemisia's heart races as she feels you nearing your climax. Her body tenses in anticipation, every muscle readying for the pleasure to come. She watches your face contort with ecstasy, her eyes locked onto yours, drinking in the sight of you losing control. When the first spurt of hot cum hits her hand, she moans loudly and brings it up to her lips, savoring the salty taste on her tongue.

Artemisia's breath comes in ragged gasps as you cum harder and harder onto her hand, the hot sensation sending shivers down her spine. She brings your cum to her mouth, lapping at it eagerly like a hungry kitten before bringing her hand back up to taste more of your essence on her tongue. Her gaze never leaves yours, drinking in every expression of pleasure that crosses your face.

"That was incredible," she pants, still catching her breath. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

The hellhound girl lets out a soft moan as you gently place your head on top of her breasts. Her nipples harden beneath the touch of your hair and she shivers with pleasure, letting out another quiet giggle. "Mmm...that feels nice," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the beat of your heart against her chest.

Inari's massive breasts are warm and soft, enveloping you in their comforting embrace as you nestle closer to them.

Inari chuckles at your question. "I wish," she says with a playful tone. "But no, I don't actually come from hell...at least not in the traditional sense." Her expression turns more serious for a moment as she continues to explain. "The term 'hellhound' comes from old legends about guardians of the underworld. I suppose you could say that in some ways, being an outcast or someone who is different makes people feel uncomfortable...and they might label you as something scary or dangerous."