Raxta was too turned on to be offended, letting out muffled cries around his cock and grinding her hips down as he thrust his tongue up into her. And then, abruptly, the pleasure became too intense and she had to release him so she didn't accidentally bite him, pumping him with her hand instead and gasping out as her thighs tightened around his ead and her toes and tail curled.
"H-Herrick!" she moaned out, her other hand gripping his thigh tightly, the tips of her sheathed claws prickling his skin. "Herrick, oh spirits, your tongue!"
And she was right there, clinging to the edge, when the thin door to her hut pushed open and another young jaguar stepped in. "Raxta, is it true you--oh."
And she froze, staring wide-eyed, right as Raxta let out a squeak that was half surprise, half pleasure, as she seized up in pleasure and trembled uncontrollably, her arousal dripping down her thighs.