CHAPTER 1021: CHAPTER 155 - MATING SEASON (5)

Latifa, like she always did, slid forward without hesitation and pressed her tongue right to my crack. She licked in a long, deliberate trail, slow and teasing, and the tiny flicks made my toes curl and my spine shiver. That wet, warm contact at the base of me sent little shockwaves up through my hips. It was an intimate, electric kind of pleasure that pooled low and hot. Latifa worked with practiced rhythm, her mouth exploring, tasting, and every pass warmed me more.

Above her, I kept driving into Ayane in a mating-press—my weight pinned over her, my hips driving down in a hard, steady cadence so my cock slammed her cervix repeatedly. Every downward thrust hit that raw, bruising place and left a delicious sting that buzzed through my bones.

"Hannghh, ahh... ahh, ah, ahhh...! Ahh, ah, ah...!" Ayane’s voice broke into ragged gasps with each strike. Her beautiful face melted under the onslaught and the stern, composed look she sometimes wore had slipped away, replaced by something soft and wrecked with her lips parted, cheeks flushed, and her eyes fluttering like someone on the edge of losing herself. She looked like she was experiencing the most exquisite punishment.

Her expression went slack with the pleasure, and down below she felt alive, like a living thing with its own mind. I mean, her pussy curling and coiling around my cock, squeezing with blind insistence as if trying to drain me dry. Each deep hit made her clamp harder, the muscles rolling against me in a way that stole my breath.

"Nghh, ahhh, ahhhnghh~ Ah, ah, ah, ahhh...!" she gasped, breath ragged and little sounds spilling out between the words.

While I was mating-pressing Ayane like that, Trill crept up behind me and grabbed my lips. She yanked me into a sloppy, wet kiss. Her tongue shoved into my mouth, hot and possessive. I blinked, a little surprised, but I let her. The kiss was thick and sweet and felt like velvet against the raw edge of everything else. With my mouth taken, my cock pounding Ayane below, and Latifa worshiping my backside, the pleasure was coming at me from three directions at once. It was dizzying, and the only honest response was to surrender to it.

My senses overloaded—mouth, dick, ass all being toyed with—and moving past that felt impossible. It was too much. It was so, so good. I honestly thought I might cum right there on the spot.

Still, I kept my rhythm, kept my cock buried in Ayane, watching her face as it slid from fierce to slack and hazy. My balls tightened with every stroke. I could feel the pressure building like steam. Tilde had crawled under Latifa and joined in with her mouth moving up to take my balls, licking and sucking with hungry, quick laps that made my knees want to give. Latifa kept working the crack, Tilde worked my balls, and the attention was obscene and unfair.

No surprise then that I blew. I slammed one last heavy thrust into Ayane, let myself go, and my ejaculation detonated—hot and thick—filling her womb until she was brimming with my cum.

"Fuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh~!!!" Ayane screamed, eyes blown wide at the heat pooling inside her. Her mouth opened in a perfect, shocked O as she felt the warmth spread. After a few ragged breaths I pulled out and watched her tremble from the orgasm, limbs shuddering, whole body pulsing with aftershocks.

Panting from the nonstop fucking with these beast women, I turned and saw the sight Trill had described. "Leon, I think there’s still a lot of room in our room that needs to be filled up. Come here and fill us up," she said, voice lazy and expectant. Tilde was curled on top of her, and on top of Tilde was Maya—three bodies layered like a decadent, obscene cake.

That was a top-tier layered cake. Their asses stuck out toward me, each crack slick with whitish cream. The cum I’d sent into them earlier was leaking, streaks of white crawling down the layers and catching the light. It glittered like something shameful and delicious.

Even though I was a little spent from my multiple ejaculations, I didn’t hesitate. I moved down the line and fucked them one hole at a time, letting each pussy welcome me. Their vaginas were so slick—so practically frictionless—that sliding into them felt like gliding through warm silk. Switching between holes took a rhythm all its own. I mean, it was tricky, but I found my footing and worked through each layer until I’d finished inside every single one.

Next were Latifa and Ayane again. Both of them got on all fours—natural and animal for them, with Latifa’s doglike body and Ayane’s nine-tailed fox shape. If you were going to pick a position that fit, it was this one.

Even after cumming three times on the others, I still had enough energy to give both of these girls what they wanted. I grabbed their hips, pulled them close together so I could switch between them without breaking pace, and fucked them—one thrust into Latifa, one into Ayane—until their howls and moans filled the room. That sound persisted all day, a wet, lewd chorus that didn’t stop until nightfall. The sex hung in the air like a scent. It was thick, heady, and impossible to ignore.

With more beast women joining my harem, I found myself weirdly looking forward to next year’s mating season—anticipation like a low heat under the skin.

***

The next morning, after I’d fucked the five of them until they were satisfied and content, I rolled out of bed and stretched. The day was cold. The winter had crept into the Great Forest earlier than usual. Snow lay crisp and white, and even through gloves the flakes stung my hands a little and it was sharp and biting.

They were saying this would be a long winter. Judging by how early the cold had arrived, I believed them. The air tasted metallic, clean, and it bit at the inside of my nose in that bracing way winter does. It was oddly refreshing, waking me up in spite of last night’s excess.

Then something sliced through that stillness—an arrow, fast as a thought, whisked by me with a whisper of air. I froze. Where the hell did that come from?

My eyes scanned the treeline and I spotted movement—figures at the edge of the clearing, large shapes barely visible among the trees. At first their presence was subtle, almost nothing. And then I made out curved bows and the glint of metal. They were mounted—no, not on ordinary horses. The riders were fused to their mounts, bodies and beasts conjoined into a single, formidable shape.

The silhouette settled in my mind like a single, simple word.

Centaurs.