Such a naughty kitten indeed! She will need training for sure, but for now Magnus was content to let her enjoy herself. In fact he took pride in reducing her to little more than a mewling puddle of pleasure. He might as well go all out and really enjoy himself. Knowing now her tight kitty body was more resilient he didn't need to be gentle with his barbs. He imagined they felt as good raking her as they did for him while he raked. Thrusting faster and harder than he did when Fey was an elf, he gave his new lover a proper mating, and Lisa quite the show. From her angle she could crane her neck up to see the thick spined tiger tool drill into Fey over and over. Wet slapping noises right over her with occasional drippings falling down into her fur.<br/><br/>Minutes went by with Magnus showing no signs of slowing down or stopping. It was clear that kitty bodies were far superior to non kitties are he seemed to be enjoying himself much more with Fey all adorable and furry. His body was hunched over with his face in her neck as he humped. With his face buried in the fur on her neck he breathed deep inhaling her scent and arousal as the two kitties mated. It wasn't long after doing this that Fey started to feel the telltale signs of her womb about to be blasted with thick kitty seed. His cock swelled and the barbs really dig in. It was happening. She was just seconds away from a huge litter making load being shot deep into her womb. Then suddenly she felt a pain and emptiness as he pulled out. Instead spraying poor Lisa's maw with the thick sticky cream.