Just the feel of those smooth human lips taking him in was enough to make the catfolk's entire body tense up. Clawed fingers grasped the edge of the tub and his long feline member throbbed almost violently against the roof of her mouth. Any fellatrix worth her salt could tell this was a client who'd been holding it in for far too long. A deep, purring groan rumbled up his throat as she took more of him in, working that experienced tongue and teasing him with the back of her throat. He had to scrape the tub walls harder so that his hands wouldn't grab her head and force it down to kiss his very hilt. It wasn't long before his hostess could feel the bard dripping on her tongue, coating it with the raw, bestial taste of his precum. This was going to be a quick one, and a heavy load by the sound of him.