Before, Gerlinde had thought she was entirely melted.  Lisle kitty's tight grip around her fingers and the intensity stirring from green eyes and whimpering lips had rustled that melting back to boiling over again.  But now, Gerlinde felt truly exhausted.<br/><br/>As her penis' thick impalement plugged the last little yeast flowers into the clinging bed of Lisle pussy's vagina, Gerlinde let her eyelids drop.  She folded forward around Lisle kitty, subsiding into a sweet existence of breath's soft flexing and fulsome afterglow.  An image came to mind: A sheet of paper, arranged in some curvaceous origami - blank and bright with fine details invisible but for a smooth sparkling.  Gerlinde felt just the same.  She was empty and yet still full of flickering texture.<br/><br/>The sweat sparkling into evaporation on her lithe back.  The rosy bareness of her bottom, still freshly ripe with the tension of its flexing.  The sublime thickness of her penis and testicles; their weighty, aquatic inner motions as they fed seed into Lisle kitty.  The beads of her nipples, glowing with sensation as though newly painted.  The soft changing of weight as the tide of their feminine bodies played with each other.<br/><br/>And Gerlinde smiled to feel the subject sensations of Lisle kitty stroking that ineffable blankness, writing their fine pink script on Gerlinde's awareness:  Kitty panting against her neck.  Kitty licking whatever her tongue could touch.  Kitty pussy suckling at the hugeness inside its anxious tininess.  Kitty clitoris beating its sparrow's heartbeat against the cage of her belly.  Kitty fingers and kitty sounds and kitty's bottom, so very vulnerable and raw and gripping.<br/><br/>"So tight."  Gerlinde's last flicker of mischief made sure she found Lisle kitty's eyes with hers and pinned them before she began to extract the fingers from the grabbing of Lisle kitty's anus.  "Out it comes, kitty.  Out they come.  Easy now.  This is a good part, hm?  Feels good?"<br/><br/>And Gerlinde treated her fingers like dough as she pulled them from Lisle puss, looking into her eyes as the thicket of digits wriggled and eased in the slowest of increments from the aching muscle.  She pet that clamping goodbye, fingertips rewarding it for stretching so much, pressing in steady reminder of how wide it got.  She taught it to remember.  She pleased it for being so submissive, caressing what clamped down with freshly angered feeling.<br/><br/>The fingers were raised near Lisle kitty to show how slick with clear cream they were.  "All clean, see?  Only kitty nectar."<br/><br/>She wriggled inside Lisle kitty, the branch of her lodged cock grinding a heavy shimmy in the sheath of Lisle kitty's vagina.  Her testicles spooled a few ready coils of semen, but the rest of her murmured for sleep.  Gerlinde rested her head by Lisle kitty, still inspecting the fingers.<br/><br/>"You were a good kitty; you took three fingers in."  Gerline said drowsily.  She added an indulgent whisper, playing with her power over Lisle puss: "Tell me."<br/><br/>Then she began to sink to sleep, mouth pressed to Lisle kitty's cheek, drizzling out plans.<br/><br/>"A nap now.  Then some more milk.  I could read to you if you don't want TV.  We can play..."<br/><br/>And there would be more, after.  Gerlinde's eyelids showed her the bright angles of the scalpels, the murky bubble of strange injections, the alien grafts.  There would be more, and soon.  Soon, she would lead Lisle kitty with a firm hand to the operating table and the horrors to come.  But soon was not now, and for now, Gerlinde felt deliciously empty as she lay in Lisle kitty, still making her so full.