Linsey wanted to lean in for a longer kiss, but Jasmine pushed him back. "We agreed," she reminded him, "you can't move."

Well, a cat is a cat, after all. She might approach you, but she doesn't like being touched.

Resigned, Linsey spread his arms and gripped the edges of the stone tub, figuring he could at least squeeze the stone to distract himself if he couldn't help it.

When the water level almost reached her calves, Jasmine turned off the faucet and removed Linsey's underwear. Freed from the confines of the fabric, his er3ction sprang out, slapping against her hand.

Jasmine grasped it, finding the texture pleasing; the ridges, usually prominent, now seemed harmless.

Her small hand could encircle most of his length. She stroked him from base to tip a few times, and when she saw a pearly fluid begin to seep from the mushroom-shaped head, she scooped up the warm bathwater and poured it over him, trying to rinse him clean.

She unintentionally retracted his foreskin, revealing a large, crimson opening. Jasmine pressed her thumb against it, using the edge of her neatly trimmed nail to clean around the sensitive skin, intent on removing any unseen dirt.

Linsey had good hygiene; his body was clean. But Jasmine wanted him thoroughly clean before she tasted him. So she cupped another handful of water and splashed it over the crimson head, continuing to wash him with her fingers.

Linsey suspected she was treating his p3nis like a cat toy. The more she washed, the more aroused he became. Her slender fingers gripped him, rubbing across the surface.

Jasmine’s fingers were soft and pale. The same hands that usually handled delicate instruments now stroked his length, her pink nails gleaming with his pre-come, as if he were marking her as his own.

A trickle of water flowed back into his urethral opening. The warm water inside, combined with the washing and rubbing outside, made Linsey spread his legs wider, welcoming her ministrations.

Satisfied that he was clean enough, Jasmine leaned down and took the head of his p3nis into her mouth.

Linsey was both surprised and delighted. His dragon tail swayed excitedly, splashing water everywhere.

Jasmine first tentatively licked the glistening tip with her soft, pink tongue. Then, carefully avoiding her sharp canines, she leaned in further, taking most of him into her mouth.

Her tongue curled fully around him, stopping only when the rounded head reached the back of her throat. She swirled her tongue around him, the barbs on her cat-like tongue, usually used for grooming, now raking across his sensitive skin, making him release more pre-come.

A sticky fluid flowed from the opening at the tip. Jasmine tasted it—bitter and slightly metallic. Wrinkling her nose, she pressed her tongue against his shaft, letting the fluid mix with her saliva as it dribbled down the corners of her lips.

She shifted her grip and changed the angle, using her barbed tongue and the warm water to meticulously lick every ridge.

Linsey, held down by the young woman, watched her cat ears perk up attentively, the fine hairs within the pink shell clearly visible.

Her eyes were downcast, her thick, curled lashes fluttering over bright green cat-like pupils. Her lips were stretched around him, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel storing nuts for the winter.

Jasmine was wearing a loose t-shirt that hinted at the curves of her youthful body. A furry black tail swayed from beneath the hem.

The sight aroused Linsey. He gripped the sides of the tub, almost tearing at the stone, fighting the urge to thrust deeper.

Her dark hair fell forward, obscuring her view. She brushed it back, lowering her head again to focus on the task at hand.

Linsey's size was impressive. Jasmine could barely fit him in her mouth, and her jaw ached after a short while. She pulled back, wiping her mouth, wanting a break.

The abrupt end to the pleasure made Linsey whine in protest, trying to recapture her attention.

He lay there, n4ked, his limbs spread out in the warm water. He was undeniably handsome, with a well-built physique. His long hair, disheveled at the ends and darkened by the water to a deep, rose-red, gave him an androgynous beauty.

Yet the prominent Adam's apple in his throat and the thick er3ction between his legs were undeniably masculine.

Linsey remained silent, his golden eyes fixed on Jasmine with a downcast gaze, like a large dog caught in the rain.

Jasmine was reminded of romantic novels written by wandering poets. She knew Linsey was a powerful dragon, not easily killed. Yet here he was, allowing her to dominate him, lying vulnerable and expectant.

His nose and the rims of his eyes were flushed, his eyes brimming with tears, conveying a deep need for affection, like a rose that would wither without care.