CHAPTER 1017: CHAPTER 155 - MATING SEASON (1)

Winter had come down hard.

It was bone-deep cold that turned breath into white ribbons and made the world feel sharp-edged and honest. The trees stood bare, the air tasted like metal, and even the ground seemed to hold its breath. But in the Great Forest, and especially in the Beast Kingdom, winter wasn’t just a season of frost and quiet. For reasons older than memory, it was the opening bell for mating season—a time when urges woke up like buried fires and the whole world seemed to lean toward heat.

That made a strange kind of sense. Nothing warmed you faster than sex when the air tried to steal the heat from your skin. The mating season stretched from the first hard frost until the first timid flowers poked through the snow—right into spring. And right now, in the Feliann Clan, it was loud, raw, and everywhere.

You could feel it like a vibration under your feet. People paired off in the lanes, lovers tangled on the roofs where the snow had piled, and even the King didn’t hide his pleasure—he was right there, making no attempt to be discreet with a mistress beneath the castle eaves. It was a living, breathing thing that the whole village moving in rhythm to the same animal drum.

"This is probably what you’d call culture shock, huh?" I said, watching a pair copulate by a frozen fountain. I smiled, but it was half for show. "Well, it’s not like they’re the only ones feeling winter’s full blunt."

And then the tribe became my world in degrees of heat.

I wasn’t just watching—my body had become an arena. A tongue traced lazy circles around my balls and three different mouths worked along my shaft like hands with teeth and another face pressed itself into my back, a tongue testing my asshole. The cold bit everywhere else, but down below it was like someone had wrapped me in a vest of molten iron.

Trill was at the tip, slow and methodical, lapping with her tongue while she looked up at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Maya hovered at the side, neat and concentrated, her strokes tentative and precise—she watched me while she worked and seemed to measure my reaction with each sweep. Tilde, the newest addition to the harem, was shy in the way newcomers can be cruelly adorable but she slicked my shaft with greedy little licks until saliva glazed me, her bunny ears twitching like metronomes and hearts practically appearing in her eyes.

Between my thighs, Ayane had taken my balls into her mouth. She leaned up, her lips forming a perfect seal, her tongue rolling and swirling as if the weight of the world existed in that small, warm place. She sucked like she meant it—slow, deliberate, taking it like a fruit she’d plucked from a tree and was savoring. The sensation made my toes curl toward my knees.

And behind me—because of course someone had to be behind me—Latifa knelt, her dog-patterned features concentrated and eager. A Starry Knight idol and a beast-woman with a practiced tongue, she licked my asshole with a rhythm that was equal parts worship and routine. The contrast of her warm breath against the frosty air felt obscene and brilliant.

The cold air fogged around their breaths, little clouds that met my shaft in midair. Drool and spit plastered my skin to slickness, making the friction feel electric rather than abrasive. Even as the wind tried to steal heat from my shoulders, my lower body seethed with warmth—as if a private sun was burning under my belt.

"Guh... if you all keep doing that..." I gritted my teeth. It was impossible not to make sound. I mean, being surrounded and assaulted from every angle removed any pretense of composure. The pleasure came like a tidal wave. It was so sudden, huge, and impossible to hold off.

They were in heat. That explained everything. As beast-people, winter sent their libido spiking until they were almost feral and everything about them screamed need. Heat made them bolder, louder, touchier, like the whole village had turned into one long, hungry throat.

"Fufufufu, Master looks like he’s feeling good..." Maya purred somewhere against my side, not pausing. Her tongue had a rough edge that made my knees tremble... it wasn’t gentle, and it didn’t have to be. It knew exactly how to assault nerve endings, to press and rake and make me forget simple things like breathing.

My hands found Tilde’s and Maya’s heads, because if I didn’t anchor myself I’d float. I guided them, held them gently, and damn if their mouths didn’t answer like instruments tuned to the same key. Each lick, each swirl, each damp glide stacked up until there was a pressure in my chest that had nothing to do with cold. It was an internal furnace roaring up my spine.

"Nghhh...!" The sound ripped out of me. It was short, shameless and very unplanned. In a place where everyone was openly fucking, who would even blink? The tent of privacy had been burned away. Right now, shame seemed like an old superstition and irrelevant as frost on a summer day. If I got swept along in their mating season, I thought, I wouldn’t mind in the least.

The world narrowed to faces and fuzzed breaths and the wet slap of mouths. Instinct took over—muscles, nerves, and reflex. I felt a build like a drumroll, and then the release. My cum arcing hot into Maya’s cheeks, splattering across Tilde’s lips, marking Trill’s face with white streaks. The hit of it—my seed painting them—felt primal, like signing in ink on the body of someone who’d been asking for my brand.

But they weren’t done. The frenzy around me simply rearranged itself and pushed on. I found myself bent over, unaccountably submissive in a posture I’d usually reserve for making someone else feel the same. It was awkward—my usual role reversed—but I had no fight to give. Their hunger was merciless. They were determined to drain me until I had nothing left to offer.