Mareth smiled a bit more, kissing the catgirl back, and slowly guided her to the bedroom. Her tail was flicking slowly back and forth, happily, as she pressed her toward the bed, her hand pressed, palm-first, against Lisa's belly. She carefully straddled Lisa, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck, her hands slowly gliding up her sides, cupping her breasts. The tip of her tail slipped between Lisa's legs, teasing up and down her slit slowly, the limb obviously much more controlled than the tails of most races, as she whispered, her voice filled with desire. "Do you wish me inside of you, Lisa?"