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Half a year had passed since I enrolled at the Ranoa University of Magic. It was autumn now—the harvest season. Fall never lasted very long up in the Northern Territories, but it was a very important time of year, when food was prepared, harvested, and laid in storage for the painful winter ahead. There were even a few festivals held across the different towns and cities.
For the beastfolk, it was also mating season—a lengthy cultural event that came with a complicated set of rules and rituals. All of them were noticeably restless as it approached, men and women alike, and fur and dander began to litter the school grounds. With nothing better to do, I picked up a book on the topic from the library on a whim.
Supposedly, while I had noticed that beastfolk in this world were surprisingly usually hairless on their bodies, especially the women, once autumn rolled around, the coarse, short fur they did have—mostly on their ears and tail—would oil up and shed off, to be replaced by more silky, long, insulating guard fur and an undercoat. It didn’t just grow longer like I’d expected. In the spring, this winter coat would shed in turn and be replaced by the summer coat once again.
Why does this overlap with the mating season? Well, according to the field experts that wrote Beastfolk and Babymaking, the oil that soaked the summer coat before it shed off was apparently flush with mating pheromones that would then turn into aerosol and hang suspended in the air. Children did not begin to secrete this oil until puberty, and it was not present during the spring shedding season. For adults in the fall, though, the pheromones would build up in beastfolk bedrooms and drive the occupants crazy, leading to a state of elongated, sometimes frenzied arousal and as a result, more frequent coitus between paired off couples.
Scary.
At least there weren’t many of their kind enrolled in the University, relatively speaking. I’d guess they made up 5% of the student body, which numbered roughly 10,000 in total. That would put their numbers at 500 or so—a large group in a sense, but not that impressive given the size of our campus. Still, once autumn began, they seemed to be everywhere, fighting one-on-one duels that typically pitted a man against a woman. For several months after their duel, the couple would be glued to each other until their fur stopped shedding. Eventually, they’d get married. Whoever won the initial duel would take on the role of boss in the new “pack” they were forming.
These rules weren’t set in stone or anything. It was just an old tradition that some of them respected more than others. Still, some beastfolk actually travelled here from distant lands to challenge our students to one of these romantic duels.
In other words, we had outsiders wandering onto our campus. This was something the administration would normally have tried to prevent, but the mating season was a very delicate subject because of its importance in beastfolk culture. Any attempt to ban their traditions would probably result in actual riots. As a compromise, the school allowed non-student beastfolk to enter its grounds under the pretense of “auditing classes,” as long as they applied for permission beforehand, and more janitors were taken on seasonally to take care of the shed fur.
Anyway… this brings us to Linia and Pursena.
The two of them were basically unattainable to your average beastfolk guy. For one thing, they were probably the two strongest beastfolk fighters in the entire school. And just as importantly, they were Doldia princesses. If you proposed to one of them, fought her, and won, you’d become a candidate for leader of the entire tribe. You wouldn’t be handed power immediately, of course, but when the time came to choose the next leader, there was no doubt that you’d be seriously considered for the role.
Unfortunately for the potential suitors, however, Linia and Pursena had come to this far-off land to study, not to find a husband. They couldn’t very well pick out a partner here without talking to their family first, and thus, they’d flatly rejected all of the proposals they were bombarded with after turning fifteen.
Yet despite their very public disinterest in marriage, there had been even more suitors the following year. The two of them were very popular. Apparently, some beastman had even launched sneak attacks on them, trying to win their compliance by force. They’d beaten off these attackers easily enough… but when fall rolled around again this year, Pursena floated the idea that they shut themselves in their dorm. It wasn’t like the girls’ dormitory was an impenetrable fortress, but any man who tried to sneak in would be piled on by all the residents. So Linia and Pursena stayed put in their rooms, even skipping homeroom.
I guess it was medical leave, in a sense. They were presumably in heat themselves at the moment, after all. The thought of them writhing around in their room meowing and woofing passionately was kind of exciting. Not that it actually got me ready to mate or anything.
The two of them sent me a letter a few weeks ago, the gist of which was “Sorry for the hassle, Boss, but we’ll leave things to you for now.” I wasn’t sure exactly how I was supposed to be helping out, though, outside of answering for them in roll call. Oh well. It probably wasn't that big a deal.
It's incredible how quickly the human mind can change.
“I take you to be Quagmire Rudeus, the A-ranked adventurer who cut down a stray Wyrm single-handedly! I, Brook Adoldia, challenge you to a matrimonial duel, sir!"
On my way to the library, I found myself on the receiving end of a challenge.
I turned around and found myself looking at a beautiful girl. Her skin was tanned, and her silky dark-blue hair was tied in a neat ponytail. She looked maybe 17 or 18, a few years older than me. She had a strong, dignified face, and her lips were pursed tightly together; you could tell at a glance that she was the “lady warrior” type. Instead of a school uniform, she wore a light swordfighter’s outfit in a striking shade of deep blue.
She had a modest bust, but her muscles were impressive. She didn’t look like a bodybuilder or anything, but she was clearly in very good shape. By her side was a long, curved sword—the kind commonly used by swordfighters of the Sword God Style.
The girl was staring in my direction.
To be more precise, she was staring in surprise at the person standing just in front of me—the big, hairy beastman who’d just loudly challenged me to a duel.
“Uhm…”
Well, anyway. Let’s forget the pretty girl for now.
Long story short, I had a challenger. Not for my own fair, maidenly hand, but for Pursena's, it turned out. After I managed to beat Linia and Pursena in a fight some time ago, they started calling me their boss. And apparently, you had to defeat the boss of a “pack” if you wanted to marry someone who belonged to it. That explains the letter.
After some ill-fated attempts to deescalate the situation, I resigned that this man wasn't going to take no for an answer.
“What happens if I refuse?” I eventually asked him.
“As leader of the pack, you are obligated to fight me!”
Was there really nothing I could do? I suppose he probably had good reasons to travel halfway across the world to challenge me.
“Now then… to battle!”
Apparently out of patience and not bothering to wait for me to say anything in response, he charged forward at me, howling ferociously.
“Quagmire.”
Since he was coming at me in a straight line, he promptly ran right into my swamp…
“Stone Cannon.”
And one well-placed stone projectile knocked him out. Slightly anti-climactic. It seemed his bark was worse than his bite.
"Even if you may have a good reason to become leader of the tribe, that doesn't mean I can just let you win and take Pursena as a prize," I said. To no one in particular, I guess. Him being out cold and all.
Sighing, I turned back to the road. I was beginning to have a bad feeling about today. It appeared that Linia and Pursena had signed me up to be the boss battle for an incoming horde of hairy beast dudes.
"W-wait!"
From behind me, I heard a hasty shout. I had actually forgotten that the swordswoman was there.
"Ah… I'm sorry you had to see that, Miss. Can I help you?"
"…"
Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and her mouth flapped like a fish out of water. It was kind of a funny expression for such a pretty face.
"…If you don’t need anything, I’ll be going to the library now…"
"N-no, wait. You're Rudeus Greyrat, right? I'll come with you. I'm, uh, yes! I'm worried about all of the duels around campus. Can you walk me to the library?"
I gave her the once-over again. "You look like you can take care of yourself, Miss. And you aren't a student, are you?"
Her face was practically quaking for some reason. It's not like I did anything that impressive, right? Especially in the eyes of someone who carried herself with a sword like Eris did.
Her eyes darted from side to side. She touched her pointer fingers together, then she pointed them up like she had an idea. "I-I uhm…! I am visiting a friend! At the library! She said we were to meet at the library, and I got lost!"
…Whatever. Not like it was any of my business.
"Sure. I can't stop you, Miss."
Her face relaxed from what seemed like hundreds of pounds of tension. She let out a big sigh, then smiled awkwardly and strode up to my side.
"My name is Nina, by the way. Not 'Miss'," she said, more confidently.
"Nice to meet you, Nina. Let's get going."
Her shoulder bumped into mine gently, and an indescribable shudder ran through the entire length of my body. Every hair stood on end like the fur of a spooked cat. Was this girl actually hitting on me? Something told me that she was.
But if that was the case, why did I feel like I was in so much danger?
Hello there. My name's Rudeus, and I used to be a broken-hearted loser.
Currently I am taking a lovely late afternoon stroll with my new squeeze, a beautiful older girl who catches the eye of every man we pass. She has gorgeous long blue hair, an athletic physique, and a long, sharp sword that gives off a dangerous aura about her. So exciting!
Her name's Nina, and she's even more head over heels for me than I am for her. Asking me so many questions about myself, walking so close to me. Ahh, just so, so close to me. She even watches my back. Every time I turn away from her, her hand gravitates to the hilt of her sword. So dependable!
Our pleasant stroll has unfortunately been interrupted repeatedly by beastfolk demanding I fight them. They must be jealous of me, and I can hardly blame them. In her honor, I put them all away with Stone Cannons, while making sure she's in my field of view so I can watch every little move she makes. She stares intently back at me every time. So cute!
Any man would look at us and think, man, I would love to trade places with him! Yet they should stay on that side, for my new squeeze is itching to kill me the instant I let my guard down.
They say that a magician has lost the instant he is in range of a swordfighter's weapon. This girl was an intensely powerful warrior. That, I could tell from her mannerisms as we walked. But for some reason, after I made the initial blunder of letting her get close, she never actually struck me down.
"Stone Cannon."
A light clay projectile KO'd my latest challenger, marking a half-dozen on my way to the library alone. I released my Quagmire and his legs floated back to the surface. The less trouble for the seasonal janitors, the better, I say.
"Hey, do you know any other combat spells? Like for close quarters, for instance?" Nina asked tentatively, twisting her hair around her finger as she watched from a distance.
"I got a couple tricks up my sleeve, but a Stone Cannon is usually enough. I guess it's just habit to use it first at this point, ahaha," I replied, scratching my cheek.
She smiled as she approached me again. "You're so cool, Rudeus."
As soon as I turned to the road, the smile disappeared, like she was perplexed and hesitant from that answer. Just as I planned.
For whatever reason, Nina came to our campus to maim or murder me, but she must have underestimated me somewhat until she saw my fight with Brook. My guess was that she was now flirting with me to get me to lower my guard, then she would attack once we got to the library. In the meantime, my task was to simultaneously flirt back and puff up my abilities as deterrence. Like a peacock.
As dangerous as this situation was, there was something kind of titillating about it. Some dudes were into dangerous women, and I was beginning to see where they were coming from. She certainly was attractive, at least, and the cat and mouse game was exciting.
We sure were being interrupted often, though. I hadn't run into any suitors before today, but suddenly it felt like half of the Doldia tribe had been waiting eagerly for this day to come. Linia and Pursena were in seriously high demand.
What was so appealing about those two, anyway? Their bodies, maybe? I could understand that, but it didn’t make much sense. Lots of these men had probably never even seen them in person. It had to be the whole “princess” thing. The first guy said something about becoming the leader of his tribe, after all.
Was being number one really that important to them? What was this, a whole tribe of Starscreams?
Eventually, we approached the door to our destination, Nina on my right side.
"Thank you for walking me all the way here, Rudeus. You sure do make good company," she cooed.
I casually opened my right palm faced down in the space between us, and our fingers brushed against each other. Nina's hand flinched.
"Oh, sorry, sorry!" I sputtered, looking over to her. She blushed slightly and looked down at her feet adorably.
But her eyes burned like hot iron.
My blood ran cold. As if also embarrassed, I inched slowly to the left away from her. "Happy to help, Nina. I'm sorry campus is so unsafe right now, but I hope you feel comfortable to visit again sometime."
"That sounds like a great idea. I, uhm, would like to get to know you better, so I think I will. If… you don't mind, that is."
Ah, hell. What a damn shame.
"But first," Nina continued, "I'm sorry, but-"
I slammed my hand into the ground and created a thin Earth Wall in the narrow alleyway I had created between the two of us. Nina's sword clanged against the clay and the wall rang out loudly like a gong, prompting a mighty fluttering of scattering birds. Ducking and planting my second hand on the ground, I sprouted an Earth Lance diagonally under my feet which launched me several meters away from her.
Nina shattered the Earth Wall with her foot and looked at me incredulously. Then, realizing her distance advantage was gone, she spat to the side, lowering her weapon in one hand.
"Damn. Rudeus!" She shouted, her voice much deeper than before. It carried across the courtyard well. "I apologize for deceiving you, but I'm afraid I am also here to challenge you to a duel. And I also will not allow you to refuse!"
I caught my breath quickly and stood up. This girl felt as powerful as Gallus, if not more so. It was a miracle that I made it out of her range. Good thing her acting sucked. Still, I could be in some real trouble here if she managed to close the distance again.
Before I could say anything in response, however, the doors to the library flung open and a veritable Rogues' Gallery of hairy peoples came pouring out.
"What’s going on? Wait… you're Quagmire Rudeus! I challenge you to a duel!" One of them bellowed.
Nina turned to them. "Hey! Wait your turn! I am in the middle of a duel with him right now!"
"My turn? I've been waiting here for two hours!"
The peanut gallery began shouting their protests and fighting amongst themselves. And Nina, dumb as rocks apparently, started arguing back. They had seemingly been in my usual corner, waiting for me. Some rat had given up where I spent my time. Nina aside, I couldn't play Red Light Green Light for what could be months on end. First thing's first.
That's it.
In the midst of the chaos, incredibly annoyed and somewhat sexually aggravated, I slipped away and headed for the girls' dorms.
"How dare you show your face here again, Rudeus Greyrat! In broad daylight, too! Fitz may tolerate you, but I'll have you know he left hours ago, so you are not welcome here!"
A cute, muscular girl with tanned skin and short brown hair stopped me at the front entrance, dressed to go out. I suppose I was a known figure at the girls' dorms, so I shouldn't be surprised. I was getting tired of having my full name called out like that though. Like I was in big trouble with my mother or something.
"I need to speak to Linia and Pursena," I told her calmly. Luckily, the reason for my visit was beginning to crest the hill behind me, casting long shadows from the setting sun behind it. It sounded like a stampede.
The girl's eyes widened in horror as she looked past my shoulder. "You… what are you-!"
I held the letter the girls gave to me up to her, which she scanned quickly.
"You know why they're here," I said. "I have defeated more than ten of them already. If you let me speak to Linia and Pursena, they all go away."
Her face regained its composure and resumed looking at me with disgust. "I'm sorry, but rules are rules. I fail to see why this is our problem," she spat haughtily.
Hmm. Not a very charitable person, was she? Couldn't she tell I was in dire straits here? And to go so far as to protect Linia and Pursena, the former most infamous delinquents in the school…
But it was my turn to not take no for an answer, and there was little point in playing nice anymore. "If you don't, then there's no way I could escape from them at this point. I'd have no choice but to get cornered here in front of the girls' dorms and take on challengers all day. It'd be a real dangerous scene, you know, with so many Stone Cannons flying in every direction. No one could fault me if a couple of them happened to smash a window or three."
The girl's eyes narrowed in hostility, flickering anxiously between me and the quickly advancing crowd of horny beastmen. She didn't have the time to weigh her options.
"…Fine. The dorms are mostly empty right now, so no one else should give you trouble. If they do, tell them Clara said it's fine. As long as you're certain those two can get rid of them."
"I will make sure they do, for my own sake."
She reluctantly stepped aside, allowing me to enter.
"By the way, Clara," I added as I passed her, "You had better guard this door. They ambushed me in the library, so they might actually break in. That goes for the girl too."
Clara's face twisted in despair as whatever her plans were that had her leaving the dorms had suddenly taken a left turn. She shooed me off towards Linia and Pursena's dorm room quickly, before spreading her arms out defiantly against the approaching mob.
You could smell the funk from the hallway. Heavy and odorous, like walking into a pet store as soon as one exited the stairway landing. According to the girl, there were multiple rooms on this floor that housed beastfolk. Hopefully that meant not all of this was from those two.
Smelling a little musky was normal for Linia and Pursena—when you have fur, you can only use shampoo and conditioner so often before it gets downright uneconomical. I normally didn't mind it, but this stuff was giving me a headache.
Well, a headache on top of a headache. From my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad afternoon.
Linia and Pursena's room was at the end of the hallway, looming ominously like a final boss. I could swear I was able to see odor streaming lazily from the gaps in the door frame. They had presumably been shut up in here for two weeks at this point, only leaving the building for groceries and returning immediately after.
I crept up to the door and knocked, not wanting to say anything yet, lest someone else heard me. No answer.
I rapped louder, more insistently, and placed my ear against the door. There was a light shuffling on the other side. So they were awake and ignoring me? That's good, that’s good.
"Linia, Pursena, open up."
A full gasp from one, a sharp, hissing intake of breath from the other. Then, a groan? And muttering.
I banged harder on the door. The audacity of them to feel inconvenienced by me after the day they'd just saddled me with. After a few seconds, a cute girl with light brown hair and dog ears finally cracked open the door, peering through it up at me.
Her normally pretty red eyes were heavily dilated, with large dark bags underneath them. They looked through me distantly for a moment, before coming into an unsettlingly sharp focus.
"Boss…" Pursena muttered. She audibly gulped.
"Let me in, we need to talk," I told her sternly.
I gave her time to consider, during which her eyes broke contact with mine and flicked back and forth anxiously. She then glanced back in the room, presumably at Linia, before nodding and reluctantly opening the door. I stepped inside and set a silencing charm on the door behind me so that no one outside would find out I was here and make a bunch of assumptions.
A bath bomb of animal odor nearly blew me backwards out the door. How in the world could they live like this? It was making my head spin. Everything—the floor, bed, and furniture—was completely covered in dander and fur, like a volcano had gone off and spread ash everywhere.
Where had it all come from? These girls didn't have this much hair on their bodies! The book didn't say that they shed two entire coats before finally settling on the last one. It turns out, I would find out later, that they just didn’t clean their room well, except for after the mating season. Since it typically came right after the rainy season back home in the forest when fur buildup wasn’t an issue, I guess old habits died hard.
The air was… viscous with something otherwise barely perceptible, like how millions of tiny water vapor droplets would condense into thick fog. The experience was profound. One could probably imagine swimming through oil, but this was like walking through and breathing in thick air. I had never experienced anything like it. In addition, the lights were dimmed, and the fur trapped an enormous amount of heat in the room. Overall, the effect was oppressive—like being trapped in the cave of a family of hibernating bears.
It didn't help that Linia was sitting with her feet off the side of the bottom bunk, tail lashing back and forth aggressively, eyes glowing in the dark and directed directly at me.
She wore a tan-colored, long sleeved shirt multiple sizes too big. As a result, the unbuttoned collar fell over her left shoulder, exposing a positively unethical amount of her breast. As far as I could tell, she didn't have any pants on.
"Yo Boss, mew."
Tearing my eyes away and not bothering to greet her back, I started towards their study desk to sit down for their intervention, when I felt two hands grip my shoulder blades and something soft press itself against my back, a long, drawling sniff tickling the back of my neck.
I stumbled forward and whipped around. "Gah- Pursena!"
Pursena's eyes twinkled mischievously while still maintaining that eerie sharpness, despite her apparent exhaustion. She wore the same large tan shirt as Linia, but she at least had the decency to button the top so her larger assets were properly covered. As I moved away from them pressed against my back though, they swayed back and forth. Obviously uninhibited.
Pursena licked her lips. "Mm. You're sweaty, Boss. You ran all the way here just to come and see us, didn't ya?"
Tch. Sniffing without consent should be illegal.
"Yeah, that's right. You're exactly right." I took the letter out of my back pocket and held it out to her. "Look. I've had to knock out nearly ten of- wha-?"
Pursena had grabbed my hands holding the paper and pushed them up over my head. I stumbled backwards in shock, but she gave chase.
"Hey, let go of me and listen to what I'm telling you!" I protested as Pursena closed in. I heard Linia slink off the bed and approach as well. Alarm bells blared at DEFCON 2 in my head.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. I’m not stupid, despite how obvious this turn of events was in hindsight. I knew coming in that this had to be a quick, in and out mission. I knew from the book that these two must be incredibly heated. But never in my wildest dreams did I expect my self-proclaimed followers to be this aggressive. After all, didn't they tell me that they only wanted to mate after dating and marrying someone? Didn't I tell them not too long ago that I had ED?
The back of my head met the wall painfully, and I realized that there was nowhere to go. Pursena was in between me and the door, and Linia filled in the other side, trapping me in the corner. The letter slipped out of my hand and fluttered to the floor behind Pursena.
Normally I would be able to easily overpower them. I had done it once before. But it somehow felt like the room itself, or more accurately the thick air inside it, was physically draining all of my strength away. It felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen into my muscles, and when I tried to take a huge breath, it made me dizzy. Pursena, having lived and adapted to it, was able to pin my arms against the wall with little effort, looking at me like a predator through half-lidded eyes.
Linia noticed I was trapped as well. "Nyehehe! Boss, don't worry, we aren't gonna hurt ya!"
Pursena pressed her body against mine. It was incredibly soft and had a give to it, thanks to her change of outfit. Beyond seeing, I could now feel that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tail wrapped around my thigh, enveloping me along with her musky scent.
If I was honest, it wasn't a great smell on the surface. Like body odor mixed with your dog-owner best friend's house. But, something about it… was kind of sexy, in a dirty way.
"You came at the perfect time. I don't think I can take another day in here, Boss. Thank you." I watched in astonishment as Pursena leaned forward and planted her mouth on my neck.
"Ah! Stop!" Goosebumps flashed in tidal waves down my body, reverberating back up and down in aftershocks. My mind processed the sensory overflow in slow-motion, leaving little bandwidth for rational thought.
It's so hot in here. I can barely breathe.
My skin both itches from the fur around my leg and tingles from her touch. Now Linia is touching me too, I think. I can feel her nails. Where? Umm… my waist. That's it. Her hands are traveling around my waist.
My head is pounding from my headache, and my mind is spinning. From… what?
Wait. I came here for a reason.
"Linia, Pursena. You have to stop. You told me yourselves that sex was off the table when you first became my followers, remember? You don’t want to do this!" I croaked.
Linia leaned forward in response to my words, and… licked my left ear. My senses exploded and my spinning head pushed the NOS button. My legs threatened to give out for a moment. She purred audibly, nuzzling my cheek.
Pursena's mouth detached from my neck. I could feel the spit on my skin begin to cool instantly, despite the heat of the room. "I'm sorry, Boss. I can't stop. Being in here for so long… It's too much. I can't think about anything else. I can't sleep. I can barely eat!"
Linia's hand drifted to my crotch, which I finally remembered existed. It's alright. I was impotent anyways. I couldn't give them what they wanted, and once they realized that, I would be able to talk sense into them.
But…it was hard. My buddy was awake. He was actually awake. He had gotten up for these two useless babes. Or so I thought for a moment. But then I remembered.
The pheromones. The substance making the air thick was the pheromones. That heavy, stagnant air saturated with the very chemicals that were driving my followers to assault me, had raised the dead that was my libido. I hadn't even considered that it could affect me as well. I, of all people, shouldn't have been in danger while meeting with Linia and Pursena.
Linia squeezed my crotch through my pants and kissed my ear. My body shuddered from the foreign sensation. Her purring was deafening. "Nyehehe, it looks like we fixed your problem, Boss. Don't you owe us, mew?"
Pursena took a long, drawling sniff from my neck, then exhaled hot breath on my skin and murmured. "You want to do it too, don’t you Boss? I can tell." She let go of my arms to begin grappling with my waistband, and they fell onto her shoulders on their own.
I was losing the battle. I could feel my consciousness fading, taking Reason down with it. My body was lighting up like fireworks all over. The excitement of having my brother-in-arms back with me was nearly overwhelming.
Somehow, Reason made one final pathetic plea. "I- I need you two to go outside and handle your suitors! As your pack leader, it's—ah!—m-my responsibility to see to it that you take care of your problems yourself. Not to let you throw them on me because it's inconvenient for you!"
Linia let go from squeezing my crotch to let Pursena do her thing, and instead placed her hand on my chest. "No can do, Boss," she said, with a note of sadness in her voice.
I turned my head to look her in the eyes. Linia's usual confident, boisterous expression had been taken over by a mixture of crazed lust and regret. She looked like a cornered animal, despite being the one cornering me.
"Maybe we could have a couple weeks ago, but stowing away in here is a decision ya can't half-ass, mew."
"That's bullshit," I muttered.
"It's true," Pursena said, looking up at me with equal sadness. "If we go out there now, in this state, there's no way we could fight all of them off. We'd be distracted, lose, and get forced into marriage. I didn't think I would get this bad. I've never tried hiding before…"
It seemed like they were still somewhat there, somewhere deep inside. "Then what am I supposed to do? Fight duels everywhere I go for weeks?" I retorted.
"Well, you're the leader of our pack, mew. You don't want us to marry off to someone else, do ya? You're the only one who can fight them off."
"But for right now, you're not leavin'."
Pursena finally managed to pull down my pants, and my dick sprung free. Free, for the first time in years. And ready for the moment.
Pursena stared at it as if hypnotized. Drool gathered in the corner of her mouth. "Meat…" She grabbed it in one hand.
"Boss, please fight for us, mew. You're the only one we can count on now," Linia said, bringing her face inches from mine.
It was utterly pathetic. These two idiots hid away in their room, pushing the problems they knew that they could handle onto me. And when it came time to face the music, they were too inebriated to fight.
Useless. Selfish. Made helpless by their own decisions. They're suffering and writhing for weeks, when all that they could do to probably alleviate the situation was clean their room. Truly the worst followers a man could wish for.
But they were my followers. Linia and Pursena were mine, to praise or punish as I saw fit. And to keep as my own, not to give unto others.
Reason finally walked the plank, splashing into the deep ocean below, and I made my decision. I would fight for these two idiots, just this once. But I wouldn't do it for free.
In the same moment, Linia's lips crashed into mine, and Pursena's mouth engulfed my aching manhood.
God, her breath smelled. Like fish seasoned with the room around me, as if she had been mouth-breathing for the past 48 hours straight.
Well, considering the state of things, that wasn't exactly unlikely.
Meanwhile, Pursena absolutely went to town on me down below. I'm sure I wasn't in pleasant condition either, having run here from all the way across campus, but she seemed to mind it less than I did. She jerked her head back and forth with such force that my pelvis was pulled along with it.
But wait, her nose was much stronger than mine. Maybe she liked it?
Suddenly, a sharp pain screamed across my tongue. "Argh!" I jerked my head back, smacking it against the wall with a thud.
"What the hell, Linia?"
She grinned evilly, wiping her mouth. "Tee-hee, sorry Boss. I couldn't help it, mew."
I gave her a stern look. "Watch your fangs. I'm not a toy."
Then, the same pain clamped either side of my dick. Pursena had bitten me as well. Right after it was newly refurbished, too!
I grabbed Pursena's shoulders and pushed her back. She landed on her butt with a yelp, legs spread out wide exposing her plain white panties, a tearful, begging look on her scarlet face.
I was royally pissed. "You two sure do know how to kill the mood, don't you?" I scolded.
Linia was watching on amusedly. I gave her a sharp look, throwing my chin towards Pursena. She got the message and settled down on her knees next to Pursena with a disgruntled look on her face. Pursena quickly got up from her disgraceful position and did the same.
A loud silence inferred what I was planning to do to them. The two beast girls shuddered in anticipation, wilder and wilder fantasies lifting their already soaring libido to new heights. Lecherous grins ghosted their otherwise stoic, obedient expressions. Pursena’s tail started to wag while laying on the floor behind her, sweeping dander off the ground like a snow angel. I let them sit like that for a few moments.
"…"
"Take your clothes off. Both of you."
"Mew!" "Nngh..."
They stood up and quickly complied, taking their baggy boyfriend-shirts off without ceremony. As I suspected, neither was wearing a bra. Then, the beast girls bent over and peeled down their plain white underwear, stepping out of it clumsily. Linia stood proudly, chest puffed out and presented to me. Pursena on the other hand slumped, eyes transfixed on my member as if it was the only thing in the world.
I took some time to take in the view. Linia's body was lithe and muscular, with large but still slightly smaller breasts than I thought she'd have. She must use a push-up bra. Pursena had a bit more fat on her as you'd expect, but she carried it well. Curvy in all the right places, with a waist designed for my hands. She had fat areolas and slightly inverted nipples.
Truly sinful, the lot of 'em. Dirty, smelly, and sweaty, but also luscious and plenty. A cornucopia for their boss to indulge in without remorse, now that he was back in business.
But I had to teach them manners first.
Kicking aside my pants, I strode over to the study chair that had long-since been forgotten about. I pulled it out into the middle of the room and sat down, motioning to the two of them.
"Linia." I spread my legs out and presented my dick up high in the air. "Come show Pursena how it's done."
Pursena's face fell in despair, her eyes leaving my member for the first time to plead with mine. Meanwhile, Linia practically sparkled in excitement. She scrambled to her feet and plopped down in front of me, boobs jiggling.
"Pursena, come behind me and put those filthy things on my shoulders. And watch Linia earn her keep."
She pouted, trudging over behind me, before picking up her massive sinful bags and sandwiching my head between them. I reached back and squeezed, trying to knead out her nipples and get them between my fingers.
Wow, they had an incredible amount of give. I could fondle these all day.
Pursena gasped and whined before stuffing her nose in the back of my head sheepishly.
"If you bite me, Linia, I will never touch you again," I warned.
Her tail shot straight out. "Y-yes sir, mew!"
Linia grabbed my shaft and held it in place before finally dropping her mouth down onto it. A groan escaped my lips, followed by Pursena as I squeezed her boobs. I turned my head and leaned back towards her pouting face.
"Watch her, Pursena. Watch her suck my dick."
"Boss, please…" she begged, as her friend got to enjoy the treat she wanted most in the world.
If you were to ask me if I considered myself the dominant type, I would probably say no. In fact, I would ideally consider myself rather adaptable in bed. I am what my partner wants me to be, I guess. "Doesn't matter, had sex", so they say. Something about these two idiots brought the dom out of me though, like a slumbering giant. Whether they wanted it or not.
But let's be honest here. Two haughty, confident dog and cat girls? I just knew that they'd be sugar-sweet if I actually got them undressed. It's always the ones you most suspect. Not that I had particularly wanted to get them undressed, though, before today.
Sure, I found Linia and Pursena incredibly sexy. It was almost objective fact that they were. But I didn't consider them girlfriend material. Not for me, anyway. And I thought I had more principle than to sneak into the girls' dorms and have my way with them in their bedroom, but so much for that.
It wasn't my fault though! Your Honor, I plead that the defendants drugged me and seduced me first! There was no way I could escape a two versus one!
Besides, my encounter with Nina had me feeling a little lonely. Man, if only she hadn't been trying to kill me! It was such a shame.
Maybe it was for the best though. She reminded me too much of Eris.
Urk.
I squeezed harder on the flesh between my fingers, and Pursena moaned in my ear, chattering her teeth. The feeling sent a new wave of blood to my tool, hardening it even more against Linia's swirling tongue.
That's right. I'm having sex right now. Who needs Nina? Who needs Eris? I have a mouth on my dick right now!
That said, it wasn't quite everything I'd hoped it would be. Linia wasn't very good at blowjobs yet either, but at least she hadn't bitten me. That's a positive.
Linia developed a rhythm pretty quickly. She'd bob her head up and down the full length for a while and stare into my eyes, then she'd suckle on the head, swishing her tongue against the tip. Next she'd take it out of her mouth and lick the bottom of my shaft, catching her breath, and then she'd repeat.
Her fangs were still pretty sharp when she was bobbing her head, so I patted her gently and told her to ease up. Her eyes seemed to cross with elation and she complied. A little good cop thrown in there can go a long way with these two, apparently.
I let Linia go on for a while, getting a good feel for things and letting her release some of her pent up energy. But the main goal? The main goal was standing behind me, stooping down uncomfortably so as to give my shoulders the full weight of her ample assets. With nowhere to put her face except in my hair, sniffing me incessantly, breathing in my arousal and watching Linia enjoy what should rightfully be hers.
Eventually my newly reborn dick was ready for its first celebration, but I decided it was premature.
"Alright, Linia, you've done well. Get up."
She didn't seem to hear me, so I grabbed her face with both hands and held her in place.
"Wha? Oh, sorry Boss. I didn't hear ya, nyehehe..."
She was lying, clearly. While her voice laughed, her expression was stone. She was devastated.
Poor thing . The thought crossed my mind. I leaned forward, brushed her eyebrows outwards with my thumbs, then pulled her shocked face up to mine and kissed her. Linia's eyes stretched open wide before lazily closing. Her naked body slinked its way up against mine as she eagerly kissed me back and purred loudly.
She still tasted and smelled bad, but with me taking the lead she wasn't actually that bad a kisser. I stepped up the intensity. Opening my mouth and giving her a second chance, I stole Linia’s tongue from her own body. My hands let go of her head and instead reached far back behind her, grabbing her ass and pulling it onto my lap. Her hips moved around, desperately trying to slip my dick inside them, but I squeezed her cheeks and held her prisoner. Mewls and moans let the whole room know every time she took a breath.
I stepped up the intensity again. Aggressively invading her mouth with my tongue, forcing her head back, systematically stealing away every last drop of sanity from this once proud woman. Linia fought desperately to keep pace. Her hands made fists of my hair, clenching and unclenching, not knowing what else to do with themselves. Her tail reached around and tugged at my clothes needily. Her mouth smacked against mine sloppily. And Pursena sat despairingly behind me the whole time, forced to do nothing but watch.
A minute later, it was all gone. Linia was broken. The sensory overload combined with her overclocked hormones was too much for her, and she stopped moving, letting my mouth have its way with hers and no longer moving her hips. I pulled my head back, and her eyes lulled before eventually coming back into a vague presence. Her lips twitched slightly, reenacting the motions they had been repeating for the eternity that had been her last couple minutes.
I petted her head like she was a common house cat, my hand running over her lethargic ears. "Go sit by the bed. I'll be with you shortly," I ordered.
Linia stirred, nodded, and crawled off me like a zombie, slow and meandering. Unable to say anything. She plopped on the floor with her back against the bottom bunk frame, staring at me with a silly grin on her face, waiting dazed and obediently for her next turn.
"Come here, Pursena," I commanded without looking at her. A heavy weight lifted from my shoulders. Footsteps hurried around to the front of the chair and her ample body sat down on its knees. She grabbed my dick and angled her mouth.
"Stop." Getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we?
She froze, horrified.
"What did you learn, Pursena?" I asked her.
"To not bite you, Boss."
"And what else?"
"She never deep-throated you, Boss. Uhm… would you like me to try that?"
"Do you think you can?"
"If that's what you want."
"I want you to try."
Pursena gulped and placed her lips on the tip of my dick, staring at it intensely.
"And Pursena?"
"Y-yes?"
"I am going to come inside your mouth, but I am not going to tell you when."
Pursena's face flipped through emotions as if unsure which one to wear. Surprise and disgust flashed first instinctively, then quickly took a backseat for elation and frustration. "Fuck!"
Without waiting another beat, she swallowed me whole.
As I expected, Pursena's second chance was rather timid. Restrained from what she wanted it to be, for fear of losing herself and thus, access to me. In this way, it was simultaneously both selfless in technique and darkly selfish in spirit.
Her suction was much more gentle than the first time, not pulling me this way and that, but that also meant the experience was less intense. Her teeth were less sharp than Linia's, being canine rather than feline, but they still had the capacity to hurt. So, avoiding that at all costs, she sort of pulled her entire mouth away from my member, only letting her lips and tongue make contact. It all combined into a truly bizarre feeling, like getting sucked off by a condom.
This won't do.
"Stop, Pursena."
Immediately, she released me without a word, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
My god, the power. It gave me chills. This girl, despite every muscle in her body aching to do the opposite, stopped in an instant upon command. I could hold her here for five, ten, maybe even twenty minutes before she was likely to break. But I couldn't do that to her. I wasn't that cruel.
Well, maybe I was, in that moment, but I had to get off too. It had been years.
I had watched a lot of adult films and read a lot of adult manga in my first life. Even if it wasn't exactly educational material, over time I learned what probably went into the most mind-blowing head. What speed to move at, how much suction to use, how to use her tongue, when to let off and when to build pressure. Slowly, step by step, the right way, I turned Pursena Adoldia into a meat-munching monster. A soul-sucking scholar. A real dick-devouring deviless. She was a natural. And ever the eager learner, too, without a hint of shame. Every tip, every instruction, every criticism, she applied immediately with not so much as a giggle.
My dear student stared in my eyes with adoration, wagging her bushy tail cutely as I sighed with pleasure, the entire length of my shaft buried within her pretty face. She withdrew slightly downwards, letting it cram against the roof of her mouth while she lavished the bottom of it with her tongue.
Then she withdrew some more and it fell out, coated in saliva and exposed to the cold air. But she was on it again in an instant, seizing the shaft with her hand and planting a wet kiss on the head. Her hand began to work the shaft back and forth, squeezing when it met her lips, then easing up back at the bottom.
Pursena sloppily made out with the head of my penis, lapping at the underside like the dog she was, trying desperately to coax her reward out. Trying desperately to please her Boss, her Master. To urge the two of us onto the main show and finally pop the water balloon of endorphins somewhere below her belly that felt beyond full to burst! "Please! Please come! So that Boss will take me!" she begged, never to realize that she had pathetically said it aloud.
And then it happened. An instant later, after Pursena had caught her breath and shoved her lips as far down the length of my dormant volcano as she could possibly manage, it erupted. Her scarlet eyes went wide with surprise and she choked, coming off of it and letting precious drops fall onto her breasts before regaining her composure and latching back on hungrily, her hands choking the life out of it.
Finally, she let go and looked up at me. Her beautiful long gray hair was a tangled mess. One ear was flopped back and inverted, light pink soft skin on the inside revealed to me for the first time. Her eyes were wild and crazed, but her eyebrows were upturned submissively. Her mouth was hanging open, drool making an unsightly contrast to the rest of the overwhelmingly sexy package.
I had held no doubt Pursena would be capable of such an incredible blowjob. If there was anyone in this world who was, it was her. But that alone wouldn't be enough to satisfy me, and it wouldn't be enough to satisfy her either. I could have smiled warmly at her, beckoning her into my lap, and cuddled with her. Sat her down next to Linia and mated with them both until we drowned in the very air we breathed.
But that would have made us lovers. Partners.
Equals.
And we weren't equals. Over the course of teaching Pursena how to pleasure me, whether coaxed by the chemicals or naturally via our teacher-student relationship, I had gradually and inevitably come to this conclusion. I was their pack leader. Their Boss. And no number of world-shattering blowjobs would make up for the disgrace they had made me suffer, being cornered and chemically seduced in their bedroom against my will.
I stood up, pushing the chair backwards. Recognizing anger in my eyes instead of love, Pursena recoiled in confusion as I stood over her. She raised an arm over her mouth, wiping away the drool.
"W-was I not to your liking, Boss?" she asked with uncertainty, her voice a touch hoarse.
"Go sit next to Linia."
Her face fell, utterly despondent. Pursena had been so proud of the job she had done. She had enjoyed the taste so much, had enjoyed the feeling of it inside her, had enjoyed the subtle expressions I had made that told her that she was on the right track. She had definitely made me come, had directly caused me to come. She knew it for a fact. But all of a sudden, it felt like it was all an illusion. Like I had come for her out of pity, to put her out of her misery.
Normally, when a situation got too uncomfortable, Pursena Adoldia would point at someone, usually Linia, and say that everything was their fault. It was their fault that Pursena was being unfairly targeted or dragged into trouble. And thus, Pursena wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable anymore. Because it was someone else's problem to solve.
But not now. She was the one begging for the opportunity to perform. As far as she knew, Linia was still slumped over by the bed. The only other person she could possibly blame for making her feel so uncomfortable was the Boss, and there was no way in hell she was going to blame the Boss. That left no one else to blame… but herself.
Tidying up her hair and her ear, she turned away from me dejectedly, crawling over next to Linia who had regained consciousness and looked at her with a rare sympathy. They both watched me for my next move, ears tucked inwards.
I suspected such thoughts were running through the girls' minds, but I didn't pay them much mind. Instead I waited for a moment, deciding what to do. Gradually, my partner was readying himself for round two, Pursena having spent a long time cleaning him post-explosion.
Finally, I turned to them, and they jumped.
"Get up, sit on the bed. And spread your legs."
Confused, yet excited and hopeful, they complied immediately, sitting up straight on the bottom bunk with their legs open. I took the time to examine them and decide.
They were dirty. And I preferred clean shaven.
So oral was out of the question. One at a time it is, then.
I slowly walked up to Linia, putting my hand on the side of her face. She smiled at me like a lover, nuzzling my hand, her eyes begging and pleading for another kiss. "Hi, Boss. Is it time, mew? Are you finally gonna make me your woman?"
I leaned down and gently brushed my lips to hers, a privilege I still hadn't bestowed onto Pursena, who watched anguished on the side. Before Linia could latch on, I withdrew, her teeth chasing and biting at my lips to pull me back. I turned to Pursena.
"I am going to start with Linia first. But since Pursena did such a good job, I will relieve some of your pain before taking you for myself."
Pursena's previously heartbroken expression broke in half in relief, a huge smile lighting up her exhausted features. "Woof!" she cried out.
I situated the two on the bed and finally removed my shirt, throwing it on top of my pants in the corner. Since this was a Special Student dorm room, the bunk beds were each around the size of a queen. It was rather goofy-looking. But that meant there was plenty of space for the three of us. A classic missionary on my knees on top of Linia, with my left hand by her shoulder holding my upper body up. Pursena laid parallel right next to Linia, and my dominant right hand would stimulate her to completion. That way I could watch both of their sinful bodies flail around at the same time.
It was a bit awkward, but since the two were completely not into each other, and they were too dirty for oral, it would have to do. Beggars can't be choosers.
Linia had an almost regal look on her face as I lined myself up in front of her. Calm, loving, and accepting. She believed that my kisses meant superiority over her rival, Pursena. That my apparent preferential treatment towards her meant that she had won my genuine love, and that she would be the matriarch of the pack that we would build together.
Pursena seemed to believe this too, as her eyebrows were bunched together, heavy with worry. But she was far too gone in her desire to do anything but graciously accept my peace offering unto her. She squeezed her eyes shut, her legs quivering when she felt my fingers brush her skin and rest on top of her pubic mound.
"Make me your woman, Boss! I want it! Please give it to me! Mewww~!"
I sank into Linia Dedoldia for the first time. My first woman in a very long time. The feeling truly never got old. It was like being hugged for the first time in your life, like clicking in that last puzzle piece that had only one place where it should be in that instant. I sighed and hung my head, savoring the moment. Linia sighed with me, mewling and making various indescribable, embarrassing cat noises, her legs lifting with her flexing buttocks.
I felt my right hand rock as Pursena squirmed. Opening my eyes, she was staring at me, lips drawn tight, silently begging for me to put my fingers in her. She couldn't wait any longer. I finally complied, inserting two, and her hips thrusted into my hand, capturing as much of me as they could greedily muster. Yelping and woofing, she tucked her elbows into her side, clenching and releasing her fists just like Linia had. I felt her insides squeeze my fingers from either direction.
Both she and Linia were incredibly, otherworldly sensitive apparently. Maybe it had something to do with the addictive, manipulative nature of their heat? It sounded exhausting, honestly. I didn’t think I could last very long if I was that sensitive, and that wouldn’t be much fun for anyone.
"B-Boss, mew…"
Linia was sprawled out in front of me, waiting for me to make my move on her. I pet her hair with my supporting hand and gave her a reassuring smile. I pulled out somewhat.
Then I crashed my cock forward, into Linia's hungry, sensitive, dirty vagina.
As Linia screamed, I curled my fingers inwards, inserting the third and fourth ones into Pursena, tearing through the walls that held onto me so tightly. She screamed too.
The two beastfolk princesses wailed in loud, slightly different pitches, reverberating in heretic dissonance that would luckily never leave the room, due to the sound-proofing charm I had cast on the door.
As hard as I could, I humped and thrusted and slammed against Linia, instantly dissuading her of any notions of love or affection. I was angry, and I was doling out punishment in a Trojan Horse of relief. For ruining my afternoon and the next few weeks or months ahead of me, for being such terrible underlings, for seducing and humiliating me and betraying their morals in the process. With each forceful thrust I made my intentions more and more clear.
It wasn’t lovemaking. I had never intended to do so from the start. I didn't love them. I was fucking them. Owning them. Giving them the dominant performance they were begging for, but at a moment so vulnerable that they couldn't help but be scared anyways.
But for right now, they weren’t leavin’.
Fear and pleasure fighting for which hormone for their brains to be flooded with. Loyalty and ambition facing off against survival instinct to determine whether to stay or attempt to flee. Linia's and Pursena's souls were torn between fear and lust as their bodies were thrashed around and made toys of by their boss.
In the end, the winner was the room itself. The heavy air of mating pheromones kept the two princesses held down. They could take it. It's what they wanted, after all. This was the cure, their salvation from their living hell of a life the past two weeks.
The Boss. Just listen to the Boss, they told themselves. Whatever he has planned for me is better than him leaving at this point.
It's my fault anyway, for getting Pursena to write him that letter, and for giving such a poor blowjob that she had to finish it.
It's my fault anyway, for suggesting we stay in here and telling the suitors that he would take their challenges for us.
Next time he sees us, I'll have the Boss's kittens and we'll lead a whole pack together. Daddy knows him, so he won’t have any objections. I'll be at the top.
Next time he sees us, I'll steal the Boss away from Linia and have his pups, no matter what. We'll lead the whole tribe together, and then I'll be at the top.
But it feels like my body is being ripped apart. Please, Boss. Come in me quickly. I’m not as strong as you. I can’t take much more of this.
But he’s never acted like this before. He's always so quiet, so reserved. A bit of a pussy, honestly, so I never thought I would be in this position with him. Setting aside everything we did to him…
What in the world could cause him to be so rough on us?
Linia had come at least three times. She was a sprawling mess, mewling incomprehensibly underneath me. My knees were hardly grounded, the way the covers were so soaked.
I had yet to come.
So still, I continued onwards. My breath rasped as I ravaged her body. My legs burned and sweat trickled from my forehead and the bridge of my nose onto the catgirl's bouncing, pink tits.
Pursena had come once. She was curled into a ball on her side off to the right. She had been close to a second one, but my fingers had simply locked up and refused to move any more. She promised me it was okay, grabbing my hand gingerly and removing it while I continued to pound away at her friend. Now that hand was holding Linia's hips to mine.
Finally, at last, it was here. But I wasn't going to give her kittens. I wasn't going to let Linia trap me like she likely wanted to. Roaring, I pulled my dick out of her body and came onto her belly. Ropes and ropes, reaching as far as her neck. The satisfaction was immense, having taken so much buildup to reach. Meanwhile, Linia hardly stirred, her head lulled exhausted to the side. Her legs didn't even stretch back out, they just butterflied off to the side against the mattress.
I collapsed backwards, dangerously out of breath, my lungs shoveling liters of thick, poisonous air through my body and seizing. The suffocatingly low amount of oxygen crippled my ability to even move my body anymore.
But I was satisfied. I had denied her completely. I had flipped her seduction on its head. Had punished her for her insolence. Had denied her my seed at the very end. I was satisfied… wasn't I?
But then why was I still so… full of rage?
I felt the corners of my eyes begin to burn furiously, then moisten. It was so frustrating. I couldn't even place what it was that was making me so angry anymore, but my heart was a roaring inferno. I couldn’t recall ever being so intensely furious. It just didn’t make sense for me to be this angry at them, especially now. Then why? I wanted nothing more than to throw my fist through the wall, but I knew that wouldn't help either.
My nose began to clog, so I sniffed and cleared it, my breath shuddering audibly. I gritted my teeth and tried to force my emotions under control. The bed at my feet shook, and it reminded me that I wasn't alone. But that fact only pissed me off even more.
Pursena entered my field of view curiously. Cutely. She was checking on me.
"Boss? Are you alright?"
That was it. She would help.
I reached over and seized Pursena by the shoulders. She yelped and woofed as we went tumbling onto the floor below.
I laid on my back on the large, soft rug on the floor covered in fur. The previous owner of that fur laid on top of me, her hands and ample breasts on my chest and her face centimeters from mine. The sweat coating our skin met the other’s and got acquainted.
Pursena was an incredibly beautiful girl. I could take her first kiss right now as well, steal her lips with my own. I had done so with Linia just a few minutes ago, and it had been so easy.
I couldn't see the look in her eyes because all I could think about were her lips. But they parted, slightly. She breathed out into my mouth, her breath musty from my privates earlier, but otherwise much tastier than Linia's. Maybe she really hasn’t been able to eat lately. If I did kiss her, I knew that she would let me. Not just to become equal with Linia, but because she wanted to. My heart pounded in my ears.
But my muscles wouldn't move me any closer. It was like our lips were opposing magnets, like there was a force physically separating me from her. I couldn’t do it.
"Get…get on your knees and put your hands on the bed," I murmured.
Pursena's lips closed, then quivered, and my heart broke slightly. She got off of me, not making eye contact, and then positioned herself like her boss told her to.
Somehow, I forced my body to sit up. My guy was ready to go, for the third time. Ever the reliable partner, even if he was starting to show some weariness too.
This would solve my problems, I was sure of it. I needed to finish the job. Pursena was every bit as culpable as Linia for what happened today, and I had let her off easy up until now. I couldn't kiss her because I was still consumed by anger, that was it. And once she had learned her lesson, I would go back to feeling empty inside like normal. And then I would be okay.
I turned and approached Pursena, hung like a horse. She presented her rear to me submissively just like I wanted, her hands clinging to the bedframe and her eyes peering around to me nervously and adorably. Her bushy tail stuck high in the air and curled away onto her back. I would take her here, deny her at the very end, and fulfill what I came here for. And then I would be okay.
"Please go easy on me, Boss…" she whimpered. The mischievous spirit that she had shown at the beginning was gone. I nodded, deciding to do so, at first. I was still recovering too.
Grabbing hold of Pursena's handlebar hips and raising my body, I positioned myself, and then slipped inside her with ease.
“Fuck. Ah, fuck! Woof! Woo-mmphf!”
I reached forward and covered her mouth. For how soft-spoken she usually was, she barked awfully loudly. She exhaled hot breath and nibbled on my pinky finger, moaning into my hand.
She felt good. Doggy-style felt right, if a bit on the nose. I felt an evil, wry grin leak onto my lips. I was going to fuck Pursena’s dirty, heated cunt doggy-style.
Her tail kept wagging into my face as I reached forward, so I removed my hand from her mouth and resettled it on her hip once again. She watched it trail down her body with lidded eyes, biting her lip and gently rocking her body, aching for me to get moving.
So I did. Slowly, just like she asked. I eased forward into Pursena, feeling the entirety of her canal tighten and take me away. She groaned, shoving her face into the bedsheets in front of her in order to stifle any stray carnal screams before I shut her up again, because it would mean I would have to stop moving for even a moment.
I pulled backwards, listening to the glistening sound of her natural lubricant sliding against the walls of her body. Then I rocked forward again, comparing it to the muffled screams of anguish and regret coming from her throat because I had complied with her request. Which one was more delicious, I wondered. Then I pulled out completely, focusing this time on the feeling of my sword leaving its new sheath, and remarking on how satisfying it would feel to push it in again. Then I pushed it in again.
In and out, back and forth, like a violin I played with Pursena’s body and emotions. She was still scared to defy me. Scared that if she so much as thrusted back against me that she would disrupt my rhythm, upset me, and deny her own release. But at the same time, her body was so sensitive that even going as slowly as I was, that release was already mere moments away.
She needed to breathe. “Haaah! Haaaaahhh! Fuckkkkk!” Pursena wailed, lifting her face from the mattress. She lifted her ass too, rising increasingly higher and higher for me to get a better angle.
The desperation hovered like a cloud over my woman, and at last I was motivated. I finally began to breathe normally, so I stepped on the gas. I would extract my next pleasure directly from her.
Faster, harder. Linia was still out of commission on the bed. Pursena was moaning, and she finally gathered the courage to throw her ass back onto me. Our bodies clapped together at an unceasing, accelerating rhythm.
“Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Comingcomingcomingcoming! Ahhh…!”
Pursena’s body froze and trembled in place as I finished her off, thrusting as deep into her as I could with each rapid stroke. Warm moisture occupied any and all unfilled space within her sweet canal, then came rocketing out from the pressure. My balls, my legs, the carpet beneath us, she squirted everywhere.
Ah, there it is. The pleasure of satisfying your partner. Of not being the first one to come, no matter what. And she was a squirter, too. Damn. Those poor beastmen out there.
I slowed back down to my original pace to give Pursena a bit more stamina, but she continued to leak like a broken faucet, twitching and shuddering and moaning. She turned her head around to look back at me again, her ears tucked from embarrassment. But her face was making an odd expression.
A strikingly similar scene flashed through my mind. The expression she was making along with the warmth and odor rising from underneath us were exactly the same as one other encounter.
When I had tied them up and left them in my dorm room. The expression she had given me the first day, and the smell of the scene on the second. The smell that I couldn’t erase from my mind since. What I had not indulged in those two days, I was enjoying now thanks to these pheromones curing my ED.
And that meant that the worried look she was giving me… was because she could smell my arousal.
I threw my hips into Pursena, launching her body into the bedframe. She moaned so loudly and indulgently that her knee slipped outwards in the puddle of girlcum underneath us. I grabbed her thigh, squeezing and kneading her meat and holding her leg steady. It quaked weakly under my touch.
The pleasantries were fun, but I was nowhere near release. It was going to take much, much more. And there was little point delaying it any longer, because watching Pursena come like a lover had only poured gasoline on the wildfire in my soul. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to put it out.
Letting go of Pursena’s sexy waist, I reared my hand back.
“No…! Boss, don’t—”
SMACK!
“Ahhhhhh!”
Her body betrayed her words, as another spurt of piss and lubricant coated my dick, her walls trying to choke the life out of me.
SMACK!
I slapped her ass again, squeezing my fingers deep into the fat and muscle, then massaging away the pain. My thumb reached in and spread her lips wider, confirming her wetness for itself.
Then I reared my hips back and thrusted into her again. She screamed aloud in sync. It still wasn’t going to be enough. I needed to somehow fuck her even harder than I had Linia. Pursena’s nose twitched and her eyes widened in fear before squeezing shut.
Her tail stopped wagging.
It hurts. It hurts.
It’s not pleasurable anymore. It hasn’t been for a while now, probably. Her vagina feels like sandpaper. My legs feel like they’re about to fall off. My lungs aren’t getting enough oxygen.
I can feel my orgasm deep down, but it’s like a scuba diver whose foot is stuck under a rock at the bottom of the ocean.
She’s trying so hard to keep up, but I’m basically holding her upright. The poor thing. She hasn’t even eaten in days. She’s only doing this for me. Well, it’s more likely it’s for my sperm, but I want to believe she’s doing it for me.
I’ll lay her down in missionary like I did for Linia. That should be a bit easier on her… There, catch my breath for a second, flip her around… and start again.
Why is my heart racing beyond what is reasonable for this level of cardio?
Why couldn’t I kiss her?
Why am I so angry?
I don’t know. I can’t figure it out. Maybe it’s the air keeping me from thinking straight. I need to get out of here, think about it tomorrow.
I need to come. I need to think about the sensations, not this distraction. She’s a beautiful woman who wants nothing more than for me to come. That’s sexy, right? That’s sexy, Rudeus.
You need to perform, for her. While this magic lasts. Try imagining you love her. Imagine waking up next to her tomorrow morning. Imagine eating breakfast together.
I finally opened my eyes. My vision was blurry. My body was still moving into hers, but other than that, there was no sound.
I reached my wrist up and wiped the tears away. I hardly noticed them. I needed to look at Pursena, to imagine I loved her. I was just throwing ideas at the wall at this point. Anything that could get me over the finish line.
Pursena was crying too. Her eyes looked incredulous as they leaked tears that spilled down the outside. She was looking directly at me.
Man. My face must be a mess, I thought.
But for a second, I felt like I could do it. The diver’s foot twisted free, and he made a break for the surface. With a roar, I doubled my pace. My vision blurred from tears once again, but I didn’t need it anymore.
It hurt. My skin was beyond raw, and I could only imagine hers was the same. But she didn’t resent me for it. Not only did she not, she was toughing it out for me. She was actually sympathizing with me, even when she absolutely shouldn’t be.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to come in her. Get her pregnant, raise a family of pups together. Settle down somewhere.
The hot fire inside my body made its way to my loins and began to build in intensity. Then Pursena screamed out.
“Boss! Make me yours! Give me puppies! Three, six, ten of them!”
Pursena’s smiling face filled my imagination, children in her arms and crawling on top of her shoulders.
“Graaahhhhh!”
No. She doesn’t deserve me.
I pulled out and exploded. Cum fired from a cannon, landing on her nose, then her chest, then her right breast, before settling down in several shots around her belly button. Pursena wailed in despair, her arms writhing and pitching a fit on the floor before covering her face, and then going limp from exhaustion.
Pursena didn’t deserve me. Not after what I just did to them. Not after what she did and felt for me.
I didn’t deserve anyone.
But at least the anger was gone.
I picked Pursena up and somehow managed to place her on the bed next to Linia. They had both fallen asleep. Then, taking one last look at their faces, I put my clothes back on, opened the door, and left the room, removing the silencing charm in the process.
I was in trouble. Despite being physically exhausted, I could most likely take out the beastfolk challengers with my magic. But if Nina was out there, I was probably a goner. The least I could do was lead them away from the dorms, for Clara’s sake.
Poor Clara. How long was I in there? I had no idea. There weren’t any windows around.
I finally stumbled my way to the stairwell. When I opened this door, the animal odor would be gone. At last. I had forgotten what normal air felt and smelled like.
The door flung open towards me and smashed into my poor face, sending me toppling to the ground.
It was her. Clara, the pretty tomboy girl I had guarding the door. What was she doing here? Was there a crowd rushing up those stairs right now?
“What the… Rudeus Greyrat! Do you have any idea how long you’ve been up here? Who in the world do you think you are!?” Her nose then wrinkled and her hand went to pinch it closed. “Ugh, you reek. No…! Don’t tell me you slept with them!”
Ouch. That really hurt. My nose wasn’t bleeding though, luckily. “No, their room just smells awful. Anyway, I couldn’t convince them, so I was coming to get rid of them myself. What are you doing here? Where are they?” I asked.
“You couldn’t convince them!? But you promised! You said you would convince them!” She was understandably angry. I’m sorry. I had a plan though! I was gonna make it right!
But then she changed her tone. “Oh well, I guess it doesn’t matter anyways. You’d better come and see this. He’s getting tired of waiting. I took a big risk to leave him alone and come get you. You owe me, you hear? You owe me big time! It’s all a big, giant mess!”
He?
Nagging me the entire way down, Clara and I stepped outside after what felt like hours.
“...What the hell?”
I was greeted by a mildly surprising scene. Dozens of bodies lay scattered across the ground, limp and motionless. It felt like I’d wandered onto a battlefield or something.
All of them were male beastfolk of various races, shapes, and sizes. Some of them wore school uniforms, but many didn’t.
Oh, wait. There’s one girl, too.
It was Nina. Nina was lying face down on the asphalt. She was at least a Sword Saint. Who in the world could have done this?
A burst of laughter boomed through the air. “Bwahahahaha!”
One man stood up from the bricks outlining the garden nearby. His figure was massive. I kept waiting for it to stop growing, but it just grew taller and taller as his knees slowly extended.
“You made me wait for quite a while, boy! You must have truly been enjoying those two Doldian princesses!”
I stood frozen in place, gawking in astonishment as Clara used me as a meat shield. Apparently she didn’t like how he dispatched all these people. After a few seconds, I finally managed to offer a tentative “Uhm…”
“Ohoh! These young men said quite angrily that you were inside with their beloveds! They told me to beat them if I didn’t want to wait my turn, and so I did! And now you’ve come out to meet me, albeit behind schedule. Excellent, excellent. I can sympathize with a lover of women!”
You could tell at a glance that this man was a demon. His skin was as black as obsidian, and he had six arms. The top set was folded, the middle pair were pointing at us, and the bottom two were resting on his hips. His long hair, which reached all the way down to his waist, was an interesting shade of purple.
“I am the immortal Demon King Badigadi!”
Did he just call himself a Demon King? Were we talking about the same kind of Demon King here? Like, the guy who kidnaps young ladies from the nearest village to satisfy his wicked appetites? The guy who gets to do anything he wants, as long as he fights off the occasional “hero” who comes around to slay him?
Yeah, probably not.
The more important question right now was: what the hell was a Demon King doing here?
“I see you have the Eye of Foresight, boy! You must no doubt be Rudeus Greyrat, then! I’ve heard tell of you from my own fiancée, the Demon Empress Kishirika!”
Well, at the moment he was stomping up to me…
“I challenge you to a duel!”
Okay. Well, he knew how to get to the point, at least. Unfortunately, I still had no idea what the hell was going on here. Maybe he’d let me off the hook if I offered him two slightly furry, very horny sleeping beauties as a sacrifice…?