CHAPTER 989: CHAPTER 151 - THE FELIANN CLAN AND THE KINGDOM OF BEASTKIN (1)

We finally are leaving the Kitsune Tribe behind and we were going to b e heading straight for the Feliann Tribe—a journey that would take about a day if we kept our pace steady. The morning air was crisp, brushing against my skin as the trees whispered softly in the distance. The sunlight filtered through the thick forest canopy, scattering golden streaks across the dirt road as if nature itself was watching our every step.

"Take care of Ayane for me, Leon," Eiju said, his tone calm but heavy with meaning.

"Of course," I replied, reaching out to grasp the hand he extended toward me. His grip was firm, confident, yet there was something deeper behind it—trust. It wasn’t just a casual gesture... it was a silent promise between two men who had shared both battle and belief. I could see it in his eyes—he was counting on me from here on out, and I wasn’t going to shatter that trust.

Ayane, the woman we were talking about, was pressed against my side, her soft breasts molding against my arm with every little movement. Ever since that night, she had been sticking this close, never once leaving my side. I didn’t really know why, but I wasn’t complaining. Hell, if anything, I loved it.

"I’ll think about what you said too," Eiju continued, his gaze distant as if imagining the impossible. "It won’t be easy, but I promise I’ll think it through properly. I’ll give it serious thought before I decide anything."

He didn’t try to hide his skepticism. What I was suggesting—to unite all the tribes and kingdoms across the Great Forest under one single banner—sounded like madness. Even he knew it. But despite that, there was no rejection in his tone. Just contemplation. That willingness alone was something rare.

"I appreciate that," I told him sincerely. "And don’t worry—we’ll come back here again."

"Thank you," he said, giving a small nod.

With that, we finally turned our backs on the Kitsune Tribe and continued our journey.

***

That night turned out just as hectic as the morning.

Ayane sat beside me at the campfire, pressing herself even closer, practically feeding me like a mother bird feeding her chick. She looked more content watching me eat than eating herself. I didn’t mind it though—her affection burned through me, setting something primal alight in my blood. That strange, intoxicating sense of conquest was dancing right on the edge of my tongue.

"Can someone tell me when this happened?" Aegis asked suddenly, her tone sharp with disbelief.

She looked at Ayane and me with a face that screamed confusion. I couldn’t blame her. Just a few days ago, Ayane and I barely exchanged words, and now she was practically glued to me, all nine of her fluffy tails wagging happily behind her like some lovesick fox. Her smile was radiant—so genuine it was hard not to smile back.

Aegis herself seemed a bit unsure about it too, and honestly, that made sense.

"Don’t sweat the small stuff, Lady Aegis," Maya said teasingly, flashing her usual smug grin. "Master and Ayane are just making up for lost time."

"Tsk. I just hope they’re not doing it right in front of me," Aegis muttered with clear irritation. She looked away sharply, but I caught that faint flush on her cheeks before she turned.

I had to bite back a grin. I could already tell what was going through her head. She wasn’t disgusted—she was jealous. Maybe she hated that I was giving Ayane more attention lately, especially since Ayane had just slept with me recently. Aegis and I had already been intimate before, but only once. Still, that single night was enough for both of us to remember it vividly.

Even as she looked away, her eyes occasionally darted toward me from the corner of her vision. I could feel her thoughts—conflicted, burning, guilty. Especially because of Artemis. The struggle inside her was written all over her face, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find that kind of tension incredibly hot.

Meanwhile, Meria, who had been traveling with us since the beginning, seemed totally oblivious to everything going on. She just sat there, munching down on the roasted meat I’d cooked for her, her expression simple and content—like she was living in her own world.

***

Later that night, after the fire had died down, Ayane quietly slipped into my tent.

The space was already tight—Maya was with me, lying on her side, her skin warm against mine. But somehow, even with the three of us inside, we managed to fit without a problem. Maybe it was because the heat of our bodies made us forget about the cramped space. Or maybe it was because I was already fucking Maya at the time.

Ayane didn’t hesitate to join in, turning the night into a tangled, breathless mess of limbs and moans.

"Nhhhghh... ahhhnghh, ahhh... ahhh...~! Ahhhnghh, ahhh...!"

Her voice echoed through the night air, sharp and sweet all at once. The forest outside was quiet, save for her moans mixing with the faint crackle of dying embers. She didn’t care if some wild beast heard her—her body was lost to pleasure, and her voice carried that surrender. Her nine tails thrashed violently behind her, her face melting into a look of raw ecstasy. Her pussy was dripping wet, so tight and slick that every thrust made me crave her even more.

Behind me, Maya’s tongue trailed up my balls, occasionally flicking against my crack. She was even putting her tongue up inside my asshole. Every touch sent shivers racing up my spine, making my cock twitch harder inside Ayane. The wet, obscene sounds of her tongue mixed with the slap of skin and the echo of Ayane’s cries.

"Nghhh... ahh, ahh, ahhh... ahh, ahh, ahhh...~ C-Cumming... Cumminggggggggggg~!!!"

Ayane’s scream filled the tent as she came hard, her body convulsing beneath me. Her eyes rolled back, little heart shapes flickering in her pupils as her tongue lolled out. Her ahegao expression was absolutely breathtaking, and the sight alone made my cock throb all over again.

Maya moved up quickly, wrapped her lips around my cock, and started slurping hungrily. It only took a few seconds before I came, hard. My cum burst out, thick and hot, filling her mouth as her cheeks puffed out from the sheer force of it.

And while all of this was happening, faint moans slipped through the night air—from another tent nearby.

Aegis.

Sounded like she couldn’t hold it in anymore either.

It wouldn’t be long before she joined us. And honestly, I couldn’t wait for that.

***

By morning, we finally arrived at the Feliann Village.

The sight of it was both familiar and foreign—wooden huts lined with vines, smoke rising gently from the cooking fires, and the faint hum of morning life echoing through the air.

Kirk was there to greet us, standing tall near the entrance.

But there was someone else waiting too—someone I didn’t expect to see.

Trill’s father, Lionel Feliann.

He stood with his arms crossed, his expression deadly serious, his eyes fixed straight on me.