CHAPTER 994: CHAPTER 151 - THE FELIANN CLAN AND THE KINGDOM OF BEASTKIN (6)

Their wetness pooled and dripped. Myrcella’s juices slipped under the sheet like a small, obscene river; Trill’s flowed first into Myrcella’s ass and then joined that stream; Ayane’s own slick slid down Trill’s curve and poured into the path Myrcella had already made. The mess gleamed like a tiny, filthy Niagara—shrunken, obscene, and unbearably arousing. The scent of them rose—sweet, musky, hot—and it dug into my chest, making something low and hungry tremble.

When I moved closer my hand went straight to Trill’s ass, because I couldn’t help it. Her cheeks were massive and warm and yielding under my palm—meaty, supple, exactly what I wanted to feel. She didn’t flinch; she leaned into my grip, a small sound of pleased impatience slipping out of her throat.

"Leon, you’re teasing us... Do us already~..." Trill purred, eyes hooded in a feline, demanding way. Her tail lashed slow and deliberate, an erotic metronome that told me to stop thinking and start doing. The motion was hypnotic—sway, pull, lure.

Ayane peered back at me from the top, pleading with her whole body. The fox-girl’s eyes were bright and wild; she’d only been deflowered days ago and already she burned with heat, the kind of lust that gnaws. Maybe it was her season—maybe it was something in the air—but she looked nearly frantic, trembling and desperate with want.

Myrcella at the base blushed to the tips of her ears and kept her mouth shut, but her body spoke for her—slick soaking through the sheet, soft whimpers escaping between clenched teeth. She was embarrassed and raw and completely helpless to the need that leaked from her cunt. Watching her soak and stay quiet was some kind of lewd poetry.

I aimed my cock at Myrcella first.

"Ahh...!"

I shoved in and she gobbled me up as if she’d been waiting for that exact shape. Her pussy clenched down hard and welcoming; I bottomed out and felt the brush of her cervix against the tip of my cock like a tiny, intimate greeting. Her whole body tightened around me until I thought the sensation would split me in two.

"Hnghhh, ahhh...~ Ahngggggggggggggggg...~ S-So... good...~ J-Just from penetration... I’m cummingggggggggggggg~!!!"

Her orgasm exploded as soon as I entered—violent, immediate. Her walls convulsed and squeezed me from every angle, and the pressure around my shaft blurred the edges of my senses. I groaned and let myself be swallowed by that raw, wet heat.

My left hand dove to Trill while my mouth hunted Ayane. Four fingers slipped into Trill’s cunt, thick and slick, and I buried my face against Ayane’s wetness. My tongue dove in shallow, greedy licks, tasting salt and sweetness, dragging along her folds until she shuddered under me. The two of them answered with sounds that braided together—ragged, breathy, and perfect.

"Ahhnghh, ah, ahh, ah, ah, ahhh, ah, ahhngh, ah, ahhnghh...~!" Ayane cried, each syllable wet and flung like a spark."Nghhh, nnnhhhgnnn... hnghhh...~" Trill choked out, half-moan, half-plea.

Their voices were music—an obscene orchestra I conducted with my hands, tongue, and hips. To add percussion I drove my hips into Myrcella’s ass, the slap of flesh on flesh ringing loud and wet in the room. Each plap echoed and pushed a fresh shove of heat through me.

"Nghhh, ahhnghh, ahh, ah, ahh...~! S-So deep! It feels good, ahhngh, ah, ahh, ah, ahhhnghh...~" Myrcella moaned, words crumpling under pleasure.

Trill’s slit gushed without stopping. Ayane’s slick never eased. Their pheromones pulled at me, filling my head with a dizzy, bright hunger that made thinking useless. Blood buzzed in my ears, every nerve snapping to attention. I couldn’t hold back.

I withdrew from Myrcella with a wet, reluctant sound and climbed the tower. Without hesitation I plunged into Ayane.

"Nghhhhh~! Ahhh, ahhh! M-Master Leon’s penis...~ is inside me...~! Ahhhnghhh...!" she shrieked, collapsing into an ahegao that looked like a prayer—eyes rolled, mouth parted, everything unstitched. Being on top meant I had freedom with my hands to grip, hips to thrust, a mouth to meet hers. I grabbed her hips hard, fingers pressing into warm flesh, and pressed my chest across her back so that every motion was full contact.

She turned her head the only way she could and licked out her tongue; our mouths met and our tongues tangled—hot, frantic, and hungry. The friction of mouths, the damp press of lips and spit, layered another heat on top of the animal rhythm of my thrusts.

"Nghhh... mchuuu... Ahhh, ahh...~ M-Master... I love you so much...~" she gasped into the kiss."I love you too, Ayane..." I muttered between thrusts, and her nine tails wrapped and curled around my legs, binding me in warmth and motion. The sensation scraped and sharpened me—my brain hummed with the intensity.

After a few hard, delicious strokes I pulled out, and Ayane cried out, "Ahh, n-no..." in a small, disappointed whimper. I slid down to the second level and lined my cock up with Trill’s dripping slit.

"I’m going to enter you next, Trill," I said, voice low, steady.

"Mm... Come," she breathed, open and needy.

I drove in. Trill’s pussy clenched and spasmed around me so hard I almost lost it. I planted my hands in her hips and used them for leverage, while my tongue kept working Ayane above—slick laps and long, teasing strokes that kept her raw and burning.

"Nghh, aaahhh... nnn, nnghh...~ Hnghhh... nnn...!" Trill gasped, voice breaking."Hnghh, mmngghhh, hnnghh~ Ahhh, ahhh... ah, ah, ahhh...~" Ayane’s moans braided with Trill’s into a messy, urgent chorus that pushed me faster.

I rode both rhythms until the last thread of resistance snapped. I pulled out of Trill with a heavy, sticky sound, then dropped down to Myrcella at the bottom and hammered into her again—fast, deep, animal. The room filled with our sounds... the slap of skin, the wet squeak of bodies, the ragged cries of pleasure. My control frayed and then I gave up to it. With a groan that felt like it came from the marrow, I shot my sperm into Myrcella—hot and heavy, filling her tight and pulsing cunt. The release washed through me like an electric tide, and for a long, dizzy moment everything narrowed to the heat of their bodies beneath mine, the smell of sex and sweat thick in the air, and the shaky, trembling pile of flesh I’d just used and loved.