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The little ritual she locked the goat into repeated daily for a while, her making sure he can't move from his assigned spot, then kneeling down and taking his manhood into her muzzle...
Her lips would form an air-tight seal around throbbing cock, her tongue wrapping around it and stroking viciously until his balls emptied down her throat- then kept going until he begged her to stop...

Day by day, between those sessions as he recovered, he would notice his manhood growing slightly... His length and girth increased each time her mouth slid off him with a wet POP- so did his balls...

At some point, long after the prince had lost the track of time and fully grown used to being the cat-machine's personal pet, the ritual had changed.
The way she would walk into his room betrayed a certain impatience, the way she ripped the binding that had kept him in place for months and pushed him over, only to climb on top of him and possessively drag her claws into his chest, marking the skin under his snowy fluff with red marks...

The way his, at this point rather impressive, manhood slid into her tight cunt and began spearing into her each time her ass bounced against his crotch made it clear that at this point he was her personal stud.

While at first curious, yet hesitant... then rather anxious about his captivity, at this point the goat found a new calling in pounding his Mistress' cunt until their crotches would turn into a sloppy wet mess hanging down in thick strands of their mixed sex...