Katherine tuts, then tenses, schlurping hard. Sequoia sealed away from even the little light of the guest room as her face vanishes into Katherine's cocktip. The herm noble moaning and settling back on the bed, stroking a hand over the bulge of sequoia's head with only her arms left outside. Sequoia might wake someone, but of those in the manor proper there is only Deagan and Annabel both well familiar with Katherine's vorish inclinations of the past few months and so they do not intervene as slowly Sequoia's arms slither down into katherine's cumslit "delicious." lady Westmarch murmured to herself as sequoia utterly vanishes inside, truly trapped in Katherine's loins now and doomed to be melted down into cum. On the plus side, it's safe to say Sequoia will be VERY wary of speaking truth to power from now on which is always a good survival trait.