CHAPTER 1020: CHAPTER 155 - MATING SEASON (4)

The next one was Maya.

"U-Um... I want you to take me, Master," she whispered, voice small and trembling with that delicious mixture of shyness and want.

Maya was the sort who slid into submission like it fit her bones—quietly eager rather than loud and demanding—and that fit her personality to a T. She was a ram beast-woman. She was thick, curved, and built in a way that felt almost unfair. Her chest was enormous, her ribs and hips rounded in a slow, heavy arc. She carried weight like a promise. Rumor had it the cow-beast women were the ones with the biggest jugs in the Beast Kingdom, and being closely related, Maya’s rack leaned into that rumor with joyful force. It made her feel fertile and full, and, not going to lie, it put her squarely at the top of my list for tonight.

"Alright then, if that’s what you want," I said, watching her closely.

She made herself comfortable on the bed and lifted her legs, pressing her knees up against those massive breasts until the flesh yielded under the pressure. The position folded her in on herself in a way that showed everything with her soft belly, the curve of her hips, and the wet, glistening slit between her legs. Her pussy was practically leaking, a steady bead of moisture gathering and then surrendering to gravity, creating a small, slick pool on the sheet beneath her. The smell that rose from her—warm, dairy-sweet with an undernote of wild musk—hit me in the chest and did more than stir the blood. It made keeping a straight face almost impossible.

She stared up at me with that shy-but-hungry expression, lips parted, and cheeks flushed. I didn’t need another invitation. My hand wrapped around my hard cock, stroking slowly, giving myself a rhythm to match hers. I steadied myself by clasping one of her knees, aimed, and pushed in.

"Fuaaaaaaaaaah!" she cried, the initial penetration making her arch and spurt all at once. The sound she made was raw, surprised, and utterly exposed. Even that first shallow bury made her look fucked out with her eyes glassy and her breath hitching.

She wiggled her hips as if to pull me deeper, the movement shamelessly tempting. I grinned and grabbed those heavy legs, lifting them further until her feet neared her head and her knees flattened against her breasts, forcing the soft mounds out of the way. That posture buried my cock to the hilt. I was in to the base and she tightened around me like a living sheath. Her insides twitched and clenched, a maze of muscle squeezing in time with my strokes.

As I spread my legs wider to brace myself and press into her—mating-press style, heavy and possessive—someone slid in behind me. Latifa. She moved without a sound, eyes bright with mischief.

"Don’t mind if I do, Master. Your smell is incredible... so I want to keep doing you from behind," she purred, and I didn’t argue. Her hands were already at my hips. I spread my stance even wider, giving her room.

She pressed her tongue to the edge of my ass with a soft, obscene little kiss, then began circling, exploratory and precise. The sensation of her warm, wet tip tracing the rim made me clench—teeth grinding—while I kept my rhythm on Maya. Latifa’s ministrations were an extra, filthy layer with her tongue moving against my skin made every thrust feel both harder and somehow sweeter. She was also massaging my balls, which was a good addition to the pleasure that I was already feeling.

Mating-pressing Maya was perfect for her since her body was thick and yielding, and the angle drove my cock right where it wanted to be. I slammed, pulled back, and slammed again, deliberately forcing contact with her cervix. The bed creaked beneath us, skin slapped, and the room filled with our breath and the wet, lewd music of fucking.

"Ahhnghh, ahh...~ Ah, ah, ahhh...! Ah, ahhhh...! Ahhh...!" Maya cried out, the moans shredding into something feral. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. She was being unstitched by pleasure. I leaned forward and took her mouth—kissed her hard—while Latifa worked on my other end. Our kiss was sloppy and needy. Our tongues met. Maya’s lips tasted like salt and sweet musk and her body was molten under my hands.

Her face was melting into bliss, the kind that announces an approaching storm.

"Hnghhh, ahhh...! M-Master, it’s cominggg...~ I’m about to...! Ahhhhhhhh! F-Flyingggggggggg~!!!" she screamed, words tumbling out raw and jagged.

I felt the pressure coiling inside her, felt her walls tighten around my cock like they were trying to eject me. I slipped out and went straight for her with my fingers, pushing, stroking, finding that spot that made her tremble. I didn’t stop until the shake in her muscles turned into a shuddering convulsion. Her face contorted from pleasure into something almost holy, and then she shattered.

The squirt came like a geyser—a high arc of hot love-juice that sprayed and splattered across the sheets, wet hits that landed with a patter. Maya’s scream tore out of her in a long, ragged howl.

"Fuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhnnghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

Her eyes rolled back, jaw slack, mouth trying and failing to choke down the sound of release. She was wrecked, perfect and spent.

I grabbed my cock and started rubbing, feeling my own release building fast. The friction, the sight of her drenched and writhing, Latifa’s tongue at my ass—everything drove me over the edge. When it came it came hot and loud. I blasted, painting Maya with thick ropes of cum that streaked across her belly, the white splatter mixing with her juices and making little glossy rivers down her thighs. She panted hard, breasts rising and falling like bellows.

I glanced to the last one I hadn’t yet taken—Ayane. She stood there, face flushed, her nine tails fanning out like a halo. The fan of tails said everything I needed to know that she wanted me. Her cheeks were a soft rose, and when our eyes met she looked shy and hungry all at once.

"U-Um, Master Leon... I want... I also want to be taken similarly to Maya," she murmured, voice small, a tremor in it that made her adorable and unmistakably lewd.

She wanted the mating-press too. I guess she was a submissive too... wanting to be held and driven. I nodded.

"Alright," I said. "Lie down like Maya did."

She obeyed without hesitation, folding herself in half, hands holding up her legs as she spread her pussy wide. The sight of her pale, pink flesh glistening with dribbles of juice made something low and fierce stir in me. Her slit was glossy, wet lines of juice mapping down to her thighs.

"C-Come at me, Master...~" she whispered, combining shyness and invitation in a breath.

I stepped close, aimed, and in one hard, smooth motion thrust my cock into her. The entrance took me with that hot, instant clamp, and Ayane’s eyes fluttered closed, dazed on the cusp of something sweet.