CHAPTER 1018: CHAPTER 155 - MATING SEASON (2)

Bent over like that—legs folded up until my thighs ached and my knees were near my ears—Trill pressed her face flat against my ass and worked her tongue slow and steady around my butthole. The feel was ridiculous and electric. It was warm, slick skin, the tiny puckering muscles opening under her tongue, the wet, intimate press of her mouth so close to where I was about to be used. I’d never have pictured the Princess of the Beast Kingdom doing rimming, but there she was, focused and eager, and the surprise only made it hotter.

Maya had me using her thighs like a pillow and she leaned over me so I could bury my face into the soft, muscled meat of her legs and lick at the heavy, full weight of her breasts. The scent coming off her was raw. It was sweat mixed with milk, a ram-like, animal sweetness that clung to the skin. It was strangely maternal and fierce at once, and it warmed a place in my chest I didn’t know needed warming. I sucked and licked until her breasts moved under my mouth, let the heat of her body guide my tongue as she moaned above me.

Latifa and Ayane were twin torches of sensation at my nipples, their tongues flicking and feathering those spots so perfectly that my toes curled and my whole back tightened. They took turns and overlapped, slow then teasingly fast, fingers and lips alternating, and the pinprick ache in my chest blossomed into something deliciously maddening. Below them, Tilde had my cock in her mouth. She was working the head with her lips, deepthroating where she could, and drawing me with a rhythm that matched the chaos around me. They’d all teamed up, a synchronized assault of mouths, hands, and tails, and I couldn’t honestly complain.

They wore their want like an armor with their flushed cheeks, heavy breaths, tails flicking in little pulses. The pressure built until I couldn’t keep it back. I came—hard and hot—and Tilde swallowed it all without hesitation. Even though it was only my second shot, there was still enough to fill her mouth, and she closed her lips around it like a promise. Her throat worked as she gulped and she kept my seed down with a small, satisfied hum that made the hairs on my arms stand up.

"That tastes so good..." Tilde said, licking her fingers clean, eyes glazed and absolutely hungry. Lust painted her face in broad, shameless strokes. The five of them looked like predators who’d decided I was the prey. They were hungry, affectionate, and they were ready to devour me. Their pupils glinted. It was the kind of light in their eyes that made a man feel both desired and eaten.

"Now then, Leon, I think it’s time for your due diligence—to have your fun with us, don’t you think?" Trill said, smacking her lips with a greedy little sound, all casual command and wet heat.

"Fufufu, Master... Why don’t you enjoy our bodies now?" Maya cooed, gentle and teasing, the way she said it a slow invitation and a dare.

Latifa and Ayane traded a look that said the same. They were saying fill us, please. Their hands slid lower, adjusting, fingers finding places to knead and tease as their tongues worked.

"Ladies, lucky for you, my cock can take all of you at once, even though you’re all in heat," I joked, smiling despite the buzz behind my eyes. "Why don’t you prepare yourselves?"

They reacted like animals and like lovers—ears twitching, tails swaying as well as their hips shifting. The little movements were adorable and filthy at the same time.

Tilde took the first reign. She climbed up, straddling my hips with the moment her weight settled, the room narrowed down to the press of her and the slick swallow of her pussy. Her legs hugged my sides, pulling me tight. I could feel her heart beating under my pelvis.

"Huuu... haaa..." she breathed, looking at me with that thirsty, half-lidded expression that said she couldn’t hold back. She rubbed herself along the underside of my cock first—coating the shaft with her juices—then lined herself up. When she sank down, everything went quiet for the beat it took her to settle—then she rode me.

"Ahhh, so good...~ I never get tired of being filled like this... It’s the perfect fit...~" she whispered, fingers pressing against her belly where my cock sat buried. Her voice wavered between reverence and raw need.

She started slow, hips rocking in a patient, greedy rhythm. "Ahh, fuuu, nnn...~ Hnghh, ahhh...!" Her eyes glazed heavier with each pass and the sight of her losing herself was a brutal kind of nectar.

The others didn’t stop. Latifa and Ayane kept the attention on my chest, tongues and lips making each touch a spark. Maya pressed her breasts to my mouth and let me latch on, her weight and scent grounding me while my hands tangled in her hair. Trill, restless and affectionate, went down to my toes and licked each one as if she were worshipping them. All of it were small but they were electric jabs that sent shivers through me. The combination of sensations. Their tongues, breasts, thighs, licking... all of it was a layered heat that had me melting from the inside out.

"Ahhh, fuuh, nghh, ahh...~" I groaned as Tilde rose and fell over me, each bounce driving her deeper until I felt the tip of my cock tapping her cervix. She tried to lock me in with soft, squeezing muscles, every ridge inside her pussy rubbing like tiny hands drawing me in, while I practically drowned in Maya’s warm, heavy breasts.

"Nghh, ahh...~ Ahh... So bigg...~ This feels really good...! Ah, ah, ahhhngh, ah, ahhhnghh, ah, ah, ahhhh!" Tilde moaned, her body a metronome of pleasure with her breasts bouncing, hips snapping, face melting into a look that was equal parts rapture and need.

"Ahh, oh no... I’m cumming... I don’t want to cum so soon, but... ahhh, ahhh...~ It feels so good... I can’t hold it...!" she gasped, teeth clenched as something inside her finally broke.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...! Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" The way she arched her back sent a shock through me. She squirting hard, love-juice spraying in a hot blast that shook her whole body. Her orgasm was violent and beautiful. She trembled afterward, moans trailing into little whimpers. The sight of her like that—spent and lascivious—was addictive.

After her release she slipped off me, breathless and sticky, and Trill took the place with a grin that made my cock twitch back to life instantly. She settled on top with that smile that could harden anyone and then she positioned herself and, instead of guiding me toward her dripping pussy, she shifted with a wicked glint.

"I’m in the mood for this hole, Leon... So take it...~" she said, voice low and tempting. Then she sank down, and I felt the new, close heat of her flesh receiving me in an entirely different place. The flesh around her opened and yielded, offering a tight, different kind of embrace that made my breath catch.