CHAPTER 993: CHAPTER 151 - THE FELIANN CLAN AND THE KINGDOM OF BEASTKIN (5)

Even Lionel couldn’t have seen that coming. Beastkin were frighteningly strong—capable of tearing a metallic soldier apart with bare teeth and claws—but strength alone doesn’t win a war when the opposing side is endless in numbers and machine-precision. You could watch a dozen soldiers get ripped to pieces, and it wouldn’t change the tide; there are always more marching in, calibrated and cold. Showing Anne to Lionel was supposed to make that point obvious, and judging by the way his jaw tightened, it seemed to be sinking in. He’s a leader; he feels that kind of tension in his bones. If I were sitting on his throne I’d be turning this over in my head the same way—measuring risk, counting losses, as well as imagining outcomes.

Lionel wasn’t just a ceremonial king put in place to keep beasts orderly—he was the King of the Feliann Clan, the one his people looked to for freedom and a future. Right now he was squeezed between choices. If he refused what I offered, things would probably spiral the wrong way for his people. This unification I was proposing could be the difference between survival and annihilation.

"Dad," Trill said, calm but urgent. "I don’t think what Leon’s proposing is bad. It might actually help us more than you think. War’s edging closer. You might think I’ll be safe overseas, but it’s not just the Great Forest they’re after—their reach is global."

Myrcella leaned forward, her voice edged with hard facts. "They’re not subtle. They want to conquer by force. Milham almost fell. The Holy City was devastated by those metallic beings—soldiers that don’t think, they only obey. The casualties were terrible. They retreated because they weren’t fully prepared, but they’ll come back. The Empire and the Republic are the ones trying to tear the world apart. They’ll start small and expand. We can’t ignore that."

Lionel took a slow breath, rubbed his temple, and looked straight at me. "You have a flair for steering the conversation, don’t you? Did you plan this before you came to me?" he asked, half-amused.

"Negotiation takes preparation," I said, shrugging.

He gave a small, genuine laugh. "That’s exactly why I had high hopes for you. That’s why I’m giving you my daughter willingly. You’ve met my expectations so far. I respect that."

"I’m flattered," I said, letting the compliment land without pretending indifference.

Lionel studied the room, then nodded. "I agree with what’s been said. We can’t let the Kingdom of Beastkin stagnate. The jungle isn’t a cage—just because we were born there doesn’t mean we can’t reach farther. I’ll support this unification."

Relief washed through me, slow and satisfying. "You won’t regret it," I told him.

He held my gaze a moment longer, then the tone shifted. "Promise me one thing, Leon."

"Yeah?"

"Don’t put Trill in needless danger. She’s strong—politically and militarily—but that doesn’t mean you can gamble with her. If you take her to the Centaur Kingdom, they’ll see her and attack. Don’t use her as bait."

So the hate ran that deep between beast and centaur: sight alone could trigger bloodshed. I met his stare squarely. "You don’t have to worry. I’ll never put Trill in danger."

The promise did something to the room. Trill’s tail snapped up like a flag, and blood rushed to her cheeks; she flushed hard enough that my grin widened. Myrcella watched with a small, amused smile as the scene played out. Lionel laughed out loud—big, approving, almost proud. "Trill picked well," he said, loud enough for everyone to hear. Calling me gold—well, that was an ego boost I’d happily take.

***

That night I took Trill, Myrcella, and Ayane with me. The house smelled like warm skin and sweat, the kind of scent that clings and tells stories. The four of us settled into something private and loud in its own way. Myrcella hunched over me first, her movements hungry and practiced. "Fufufufu, it’s been a while, hasn’t it, Leon?" she teased, and her mouth was already working me over, licking my cock from base to tip. Trill joined in, their tongues meeting over me in a choreographed assault that made the room tilt.

Every time their tongues danced and circled, my mind buzzed—electric, sharp. I let my head fall back and found Ayane’s thighs; they were soft, warm pillows beneath my skull. The contrast between Myrcella’s rough competence and Ayane’s gentleness tightened something in me in the best possible way. I could feel the hum of the moment—raw, intimate, a dangerous kind of peace.

"Yeah..." I breathed out, voice thick. "Feels so damn good."

Ayane was flushed, little sparks in her cheeks, eyes half-lidded. I called to her, low and steady: "Ayane, come here."

She leaned forward without hesitation and pressed her lips to mine. The kiss was gentle at first, then deeper—searching, a slow exploration that grounded me. The heat of it spread through my chest, an ember that refused to go out. Around us Myrcella and Trill kept working in rhythm, the sounds of their mouths, the wet pressure and soft moans filling the spaces between breaths.

Right then, it wasn’t just about the sex—though that was a furnace of its own—it was about what we’d started. The plan to bind the Great Forest together, to fortify what we had, felt suddenly less like a distant scheme and more like something real, stitched together by this exact moment. The operation I’d set into motion had teeth now; these were people who trusted me enough to follow through. That made the whole thing taste even sweeter.

I told Myrcella and Trill to stack themselves up—like a crude, trembling tower—and Ayane obeyed, folding herself onto the top with her breasts pressed warm and heavy against Trill’s back. The three of them formed a soft column of flesh that quivered under studio lights, a living confection piled up for me.

I stared at that stack of asses the way someone stares at a perfect stack of cakes: hungry, dazed, and wanting to taste every layer. The comparison wasn’t far off—rounded curves, glossy skin, juices catching the light and running in slow, sinful streams. My mouth went dry with wanting; the thought that had been burning under my skin boiled to the surface: I needed to fuck them. All three. Right now. Too bad I didn’t have three dicks—if only. The fantasy of entering them all at once made my breath hitch and my fingers tense.