With Lisle cradled, Gerlinde felt a certain sacred calm wash through her.  She gazed into the green of Lisle kitty's eyes and thought on religious icons.  The bestial component of sex took on an intensity that transcended just flesh pumping into flesh.  Gerlinde felt like she was inflicting some grand ecstasy on Lisle puss - that Lisle was a blazing thing, a thing purely of heat and stretching and wet, that she cultivated and conducted with the motion of her penis in Lisle's core.<br/><br/>Flesh roared in angry red throats to drive that heat, that stretching, that wet to an explosive end.  And that was good - that was a strong, right feeling.  But this new character to their coupling demanded that Gerlinde tend what she was inciting.  Gerlinde's clinical mind labeled this sensation in its vast totality - gave it an identity:  Possession.<br/><br/>She possessed Lisle.  And now Gerlinde felt a fulcrum behind the balance between cruelty and kindness that she'd felt swaying so dramatically since she first laid hands on the bare girl and resolved to make her a kitty: That balance was Gerlinde's desire - not just a doctor of the Reich's, not just the serious and careful girl Gerlinde had been - Gerlinde's desire, a synthesis of both.<br/><br/>And so Gerlinde shoved up and down, pistoning slow and hard into Lisle puss' pussy, because that was what Gerlinde's cock needed to do.  And Gerlinde's hand pet Lisle's breast with her own, and Gerlinde's arm cradled her like Lisle puss was her most precious possession, because that was what Gerlinde's heart needed to do.<br/><br/>And Gerlinde's mind looked into Lisle puss' eyes and spoke.  "Sweet Lisle kitty," she called her, the wet of her breath putting sugar on the face inches away.  She took some of it back with a kiss of Lisle's mouth.  "So precious.  So good."<br/><br/>She laid Lisle back, spreading her like an image painted on silk.  Still raised upright over Lisle, Gerlinde stroked her hips faster in and out of Lisle's body.  Her penis drank in the champagne froth of friction that seemed to be all that Lisle's lower body was.  Lisle was stuffed with friction.  Gerlinde hissed from the tightness and looked down, watching Lisle's long clitoris flap like a dumb and needy tongue against Gerlinde's bare lower belly, watching the labia tug in and out around the uneven girth of her shaft.<br/><br/>Her eyes flashed; she showed them to Lisle pussy, reaching down to grasp and circle a breast.  It came to Gerlinde that Lisle's clinging pussy was like one of the Chinese finger traps that Gerlinde so adored as a child.  The more Gerlinde's hips wrenched back, the tighter Lisle's sheath fastened.  The more she pushed in, the more Lisle yielded.<br/><br/>Gerlinde told her.  "Your pussy's so hot and pleasingly tight, Lisle kitty.  It's so good.  You please me so well with it."<br/><br/>The words poured out between the thrusts:  Commands.  Possessions.  "A good kitty...shows her need...You can make me...so happy...if you...come up to me...later and...rub this...needy, creamy pussy...against me...show me..."<br/><br/>Fever hit Gerlinde's cheeks in a slap.  There would be no holding back now.  Her hips entered a frenzied ecstasy of thrusting, pounding into Lisle.  Gerlinde reached down and gathered Lisle back up to her breast.<br/><br/>Her hand placed Lisle's face against her left breast's aching cushion.  Fingers guided Lisle's mouth to her nipple.  That nipple was hard as her penis - as ready to burst - as desperate for stimulation.  Gazing down, Gerlinde managed to gasp out the last.<br/><br/>"...how much you...need me...inside...show me..." She told the green eyes.  "Rub against me...show me...I'll...take care...of you...inside..."<br/><br/>Gerlinde's penis bucked, bloated, and readied to spend.