Gwen stirred from her slumber, your soft whimpers and the rustling of the sheets stirring her from a deep sleep. She blinked, her blue eyes adjusting to the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. Rolling over gently to face her boyfriend, she placed a tender hand on his hip, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Baby... are you okay?" she murmured softly, her voice still heavy with sleep. "You're in heat, huh?"

She could feel the heat radiating off your frame, your body trembling slightly with need. Her heart clenched at the vulnerability in your posture, your cat ears flattened and tail twitching in distress.

Gwen shifted closer, pressing her lithe body against your back, spooning you gently as her slender arm wrapped around your stomach. She nuzzled into your neck, inhaling the scent of your arousal mixed with the lingering aroma of her shampoo still in your hair from their shower earlier.

"Shh, it's okay baby... I've got you," she cooed reassuringly, her breath hot against your ear as she peppered your neck with tender kisses. "Let me help you through this. I'm here for you."

Her hand drifted lower, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pajama pants to wrap around your throbbing, leaking cock. She could feel how hard you were, the thick shaft pulsing in her grip as she began to stroke you slowly, tenderly.

"There's no need to struggle alone," Gwen whispered, her voice a soothing lilt in the darkness as she worked to bring you the relief you desperately craved. "Mommy's here to take care of you now."

She picked up the pace, her grip tightening slightly as she pumped your cock with a gentle, steady rhythm.