CHAPTER 995: CHAPTER 151 - THE FELIANN CLAN AND THE KINGDOM OF BEASTKIN (7)

After filling up Myrcella with my cum, I slid my cock out of her pussy slowly, watching the thick white goo spill and thread between her thighs. It oozed from her fucked-out hole in lazy ropes, catching the light before sliding down the curve of her inner thigh. The sight of it—warm, slick, and sticky—left a small, stupid grin on my face.

I didn’t stay there long. I climbed up to the top floor of the layered "cake" and set myself over Ayane, already wet with need. I pressed my cock against her entrance and eased in.

"Ahhnghh, ahhh...~!" she cried the instant I breached her.

Her pussy was a soaked, welcoming heat; my shaft sank in so easily that it felt like I’d been swallowed whole the second I pushed. Her insides seemed to clamp down and roll around me—squeezing, pulsing, following the length of my cock all the way to her cervix. Each push drove me deeper, and each pull made her warmth cling like glue.

"Nnghhh, ahhh, ahhh...~ Ahh, ah, ah, ahhh...! Hnghhh, nhhh, hnghh, aahh, ahhnghh, ahh... ahh, ahhhh... ahhnghhh, ahh...~ Ahh, ah, ah, ahhh...~"

Ayane’s nine tails weren’t just decoration tonight—each tail writhed and curled around me, brushing and tangling across my back and arms, their fur whispering against my skin. They wound around me from every direction until it felt like the whole world was anchored to her. The sensation—fur, flesh, friction—crowded my senses; I gritted my teeth against the delicious burn building behind my ribs.

I hammered into her, harder and faster. Her pussy went sloppy under my strokes, walls clenching and giving in like an engine revving. The scent she gave off—musky, sweet, heady—filled my nose and made the room tilt. My head spun; my body buzzed. It was a good kind of dizzy, the kind that makes your grip tighten and your breath hitch.

"Ahhh, M-Master Leon... I love you...~ I love you so much...~ Hnghh, ahhh, ahh, ah, ah, ahhhh...~"

She gushed those words between ragged breaths, each syllable melting into another moan as my hips smashed against hers. Everything narrowed until the only things that existed were the slap of our skin, the tremor of her ass rippling with every hit, and the hot, relentless squeeze of her pussy around my cock. Being inside her felt like hitting a private, dangerous heaven—addictive and stupidly necessary.

After a stretch of brutal, delicious pounding, I finally pulled free and angled one layer down. Trill was waiting.

"Funyaaaaaaaaaaaa...~" she wailed when my cock slid inside her.

She’d been swishing her tail back and forth against my leg like an animal teasing me; you could tell she’d been aching for this. Gripping her waist, I drove into her. Her pussy was a fountain—when I pushed in, a slick rush of fluid spilled out around my shaft, too much for her to hold. The wetness slapped against our bodies with every motion, making a mess of the cake and our skin.

The sensation was intense enough to make my teeth clench. My muscles shook with each thrust, a hot, electric pressure building in my gut. The room filled with Trill’s high, keening moans—sharp, bright sounds that matched the rhythm of my hips. I felt like I was on the edge of something huge, like the world might tilt if I didn’t hold on.

"Nghhh, haaa...~ Nnn... nghh, ahnghh, ah, ah, ahhhh...~"

She sounded like she was about to combust. Her pussy gripped me so tight that every strike hit like a jolt through bone. My knees twitched; my breath came ragged. I could tell she was close, and I was starting to wobble on the same precipice. I pulled out before I lost it—couldn’t risk ruining the flow.

"Nnn... ahh... huh?" Trill panted, confused, staring up as I didn’t explain and instead climbed back up.

One more time with Ayane. I plunged in and she arched like she’d been struck by lightning.

"Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

She sprayed on the instant my cock hit her, squirting so hard her body shuddered and convulsed. Her pussy clenched in rolling waves that tried to drink me dry, each ripple squeezing me like a vice. The feeling tore through me and I couldn’t hold back—my body answered before my brain.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~!!!"

I blew my load into her, hot and loud and helpless, while she bit her lip and convulsed beneath me. Her walls pulsed and milked every last drop as if she meant to swallow the whole thing down.

When it eased, I pulled out and went back down to Trill.

"Ahh...~ W-Welcome back...~" she breathed, like I’d come home.

Her pussy closed around me again with a hunger that made me laugh low in my throat. Even though I’d already come, my cock was still hypersensitive—red raw and aching—but that only intensified everything, turned every push into a knife-edge of pleasure. I kept moving inside her, slow at first, then harder, feeling her wet walls stick and slide around me.

"Nghhh, ahnghh, ah, ah, ahhh...~ Ahhh, ahhh...! Ahhh, ahnnghh, ah, ahhh...~"

The room was full of wet sounds and the rhythm of flesh on flesh, echoing off the cake layers. Her tail was whipping behind her like a metronome, begging for attention. A little wickedness sparked in me.

I grabbed the tail and yanked it.

"Funyaaa.....~ W-What...?! L-Leon, that’s...!"

It was a real tail—fastened at the base of her spine, not going anywhere—but god, it was sensitive. The sudden tug combined with a brutal thrust that dug into her cervix and I emptied myself into her with the force of that motion. Her mouth stuttered, whatever she was about to say collapsing into a wild, rolled-back moan as her body ripped into orgasm.

I pulled out slowly and watched the aftermath with the thick white cream leaking from their holes, dripping and pooling into the layers below, making the cake slick and obscene. The sight of it—glossy, warm, and utterly messy—felt like the punctuation at the end of everything we’d just done.