Despite his scholarly ways, her nut-brown master was pleasently built, with tight, round muscles beneath his short white tunic.  He pulled it over his head, leaving himself nude beneath, then strode aroudn his aquasition once more.  His manly blade, not quite errect, was nonetheless swolen enough to hint at it's full size, a girth and length that might seem monsterous to the much smaller felid girl.<br/><br/>Finaly the gnome settled in front of her once more.  "Drink my seed.  If you please me, I'll make you mine."