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I groaned. Not the groan of a man in pain. But the groan of a man enjoying his wife. Opening my eyes, I grinned at Inara as she enthusiastically rode my cock. I grabbed her and pulled her into a firm hug as our lips met. Her pussy throbbed over my erection, sending me over the edge and I swelled inside her.
"Oh fuck!" She chirped in an odd tone.
That's when It dawned on me. Turning my head, Inara was staring at me, while pawing at Maria who was slowly waking. Turning back to Bast, who was rolling her hips as she rode my cock. She grinned.
"I'm flattered you think of me as one of your wives," She panted, squeezing my knot with her pussy muscles. "I think I like the idea too." She raised and lowered herself, dragging my knot through her tunnel. "Maybe, I like the idea of carrying one of your cubs?"
With a snarl, I launched upwards. My injuries have long since healed since the battle. Grabbing Bast, I heard her giggle as she fell flat on her back. The rest of my wives came awake as I snarled at the goddess who winked cheekily at me. Thrusting my hips into hers, I was determined to make her squeal.
"Oh, I should have done this earlier," Bast groaned and bit her lip.
"You're MINE!" I snarled. "You'll come whenever I want you to!"
Bast chuckled and gave me a pitying look. I immediately thought of Inara and Bast's expression shifted.
"Now Samu-erk!"
My teeth clamped down around her throat. In an instant, she spasmed beneath me. Even as a goddess, she still had all the same biological functions as everyone else. And being gripped around the neck, apparently was a big thing for cats. She could still breathe through my grip, but I could taste what I could only describe as electricity in her blood as she writhed below me on my cock. And as I pumped my second orgasm into her, Bast yowled in bliss as she massaged my knot with her orgasm. Releasing her neck, I gave the wounds a small lick as she shuddered one last time. Pulling my cock out of her, Bast seemed to cower slightly.
"Mine," I growled softly.
I could feel it now. Almost like the realisation I had a tail. Suddenly there was... Something else. Almost like... Focusing back on Bast, she was equal parts terrified and aroused. She hadn't let me go so far and now I had her blood in my system, she wasn't sure what I was about to do.
"I'm going to breed my little goddess, over and over again," I growled.
She blinked and shuddered softly. It confused me for a moment until I felt a soft gush of fluid on my legs. Glancing down, her furry pussy was convulsing in orgasm, just from me growling at her.
"Yes," Her voice said in my ear.
Suddenly I could feel an overwhelming desire from Calistia. Turning, I could see what was wrong. Her kind was... Odd... When it came to breeding. My dick fertilized her eggs in the womb. But then her womb transferred the eggs to her abdomen to mature. And she was ready to lay, she just needed one last thing.
I snarled softly as I pushed my wives aside to get to Calistia while her expanding pussy practically oozed out of her chitinous shell. The sight of it made me growl softly and she trembled as I pressed my cock to her entrance.
"I'm yours," she whispered softly.
The End
- COMMENTS
NovaM7 months agoGreat read. Romantic adventure never became mundane because everything was copiously lubricated. 🍯 Hmmm, dripping. 💦 Honeypots
Curvy ladies. Horny curvy ladies. Furry, horny, curvy ladies. 🧍🏽♀️ I would have liked to attend that ongoing party 🍑🎸
Indras8 months agoOh, where do I even begin with this? It is really in the Montgomery Quinn style, and as other commenters have pointed out, it has a great story line.
What nobody else seems to have pointed out is how this story uses the word "softly" so excessively that I began to wonder if the author had a secret agenda to promote the softness of, well, everything in the universe.
I mean, who needs variety in their writing anyway? Clearly, the word "softly" is the literary equivalent of a one-size-fits-all sock. Why bother with synonyms when you can just sprinkle "softly" liberally throughout your story like fairy dust? It's as if the author stumbled upon this word and thought, "Eureka! This is it, the golden word that will unlock the secrets of writing!" Spoiler alert: it's not.
The characters, oh, the characters in this story. They didn't just speak, they spoke softly. They didn't just walk, they walked softly. They didn't smile, they smiled softly. They didn't even breathe, they softly exhaled. It's a wonder they didn't start softly screaming at the top of their softly whispering lungs out of sheer frustration.
I have to give credit to the author, though. There is certainly a commitment to the theme of softness. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if there is a sequel coming titled "Softly Softly Softly" – a thrilling tale of softness in a soft world where everything is softly done. (Everyone even nods softly!)
But in all seriousness, it's crucial to vary your language and avoid overusing any word, especially one as... um, "softly" as this. It's like trying to eat a meal made entirely of marshmallows; it may seem like a good idea at first, but after a while, you realize you need some substance to sink your teeth into. So, dear author, please, for the love of literature, find some new adverbs. Softly, if you must.
Anonymous12 months agoAmazing. Wishing for a sequel, or more stories like this. Next time, maybe don’t leave out some major details like the eyesight of the margay though.
Anonymousabout 1 year agoBast must be dumb as fuck to give him a margay body but not margay eyes. They hunt almost exclusively at night so seeing in the dark should be no problem. Like all cats.
