Path of Their Own Ch. 01

Celia giggled at her mention before sucking harder on the purple clit, and Felyn cursed again as Galen's hot breath blew across her neck and was followed up by a kiss on her ear. As he cupped her breasts and held them up, Petra leaned to run her rough tongue across the tips of her nipples. Felyn's eyes rolled back on a sharp inhale.

"Slit-sucking kitten!" the Drow gasped.

Leaning in close, their faces almost touching, Petra asked, "Is that an insult, or a request?"

Felyn couldn't answer before she was being scooped up in Galen's arms and carried over to the bed. The Dark Elf had no chance to protest before she was dropped on the mattress and the Neko moved in. Kneeling below her, Petra lifted her up by the hips and brought her snatch toward that feline smirk.

"Petr-AAA!" Felyn hissed as the Neko buried her mouth into her cunt, tongue swirling under her clit. Without so much as a warning, a long, powerful finger pushed into her sex and started stroking her insides in sync with her pearl's ravishing. Just as the Drow thought the Neko couldn't do any more to overwhelm her, that finger inside her was joined by another. One which curled up to quickly find that lovely spot the Drow often sought on her own.

An Empathic wave set a fire in Galen's manhood when Petra found Felyn's hot point. He pulled Celia into a starving kiss, his heart pounding with its connection to the Empath as she drowned in sweaty bliss under the assassin's attentions. Everything they did bled off into the soldier as he kept his lips locked with Celia's. With how the Tree Elf writhed even without him touching her, he could tell she was feeling it, too.

Struggling, Celia pulled away from him and uttered a plea with her arm outstretched toward the rug on the floor. "G-Galen...?"

Shaking himself, he nodded.

Using the Drow's cloak as a pillow, the Tree Elf laid underneath him on the fur rug in front of the fireplace and pulled him to her for another kiss. His right hand held a firm grip on one smooth cheek of her ass while his glowing left palmed the delicate curve of her breast. Losing the duel of tongues as Galen took control of her mouth, Celia instead took hold of his crotch and felt around for his belt buckle. Once she finally got it out of the way, she reached underneath his small-clothes and wrapped her fingers around his shaft to give it several, playful strokes. It was enough to make his mouth retreat and give her the advantage. She pressed it, her slick tongue diving past his lips only a moment before his right hand shifted to stroke her sex.

"Galen!" she gasped, and their faces parted completely.

Holding a grin on his face and keeping his body over hers with his dog tags hanging between them, he asked, "Yes, love?"

Face going red, she looked to him with half-covered eyes while whispering, "I want to feel... what Felyn is right now. Could you..."

He leaned in and gave her a kiss, lips locking until she shuddered in anticipation. It was then that his lips shifted down to her chin. Then to her neck. Her shoulder, her nipple standing at attention, her quivering belly. Celia placed one hand in her soldier's hair and used the other to support her head as she felt his breath flow through her vibrant, leaf-green bush and then, at last, against her clit. She was already dripping in anticipation and she knew that he knew it.

At first he pulled his tongue up along her slit, licking up her juices but stopping before he reached her golden pearl. She drew in such a sharp breath as his denial almost hurt. Her eyes fluttered open and her mouth opened to question him, only for an abrupt moan of relief to escape her instead as his tongue attacked. Her hips bucked, but he wrapped his arms around her thighs and held on tight as he barraged her pussy with his mouth.

"Galen!" she squealed, feeling a welcome climax build within her as quickly as it had in the Dark Elf. Lightening felt to be sparking through her lower body right through to her breasts. Trying for that extra stimulation, she grabbed onto her golden nipples and twirled them about between her fingers, but there was something else building as well.

She felt it in her chest, in her heartbeat. Past her own arousal and lust, past her desire and love for the man between her thighs. Her eyes fell upon Felyn and the hot mess she became as Petra ravished her snatch and fingered her own obsidian pussy. They were all linked through the Drow, and they were all ready to hit their collective crest. The Empath's belly twitched, her hips bucked, her dam was ready to burst and drag everyone along with her.

Celia's thighs squeezed against the firm grasp Galen held to keep them spread. Felyn clasped a hand to her mouth to muffle her shriek while Petra's tail stood up on end and her bottom shot into the air with her fingers buried inside her snatch to the knuckle. In one mind-blowing wave of euphoria, the dark-skinned woman cried out as they reached an orgasmic tsunami that quickly turned literal. Both Celia and Felyn's juices erupted into their lovers mouths while they utterly failed to muffle twin cries of joyful release.

Even without stimulation, Galen nearly jizzed himself from their combined orgasm; he was unable to think yet something still prevented it. Even without spraying his seed, however, he still felt his legs seize and his belly cinch tight as though he had. His eyes shut tight and as that sperm-less orgasm finally came to pass, he ultimately collapsed between his Elf's legs.

"Holy fuck," he muttered, head resting on his love's belly.

"Sweet Calia," Celia gasped.

"Goddess that was amazing..." Petra said in a daze as she pulled her drenched face from the Empath's cunt to see how the Drow faired.

Lying in a twitchy mess, Felyn's eyes were rolled back into her head as she drew in heavy breaths. A lazy smile grew on her face, but it was short-lived as she then slipped from consciousness. Frowning in disappointment, the assassin crawled up along the other night-shadow body and lightly patted Felyn's face, but it was clear the Empath was out cold.

And here I thought Farok was bad, I only got one out of her. Petra mentally tsked before licking her lips. But Necela curse me if that wasn't divine.

Barely recovered from her own body-quaking orgasm, the black Neko glanced over to the other pair in the room and her eyebrows rose over her lewd smirk. Cock throbbing and threatening to burst through his underclothes, Galen was sitting back on his heels and pulling down his pants with all his attention focused on Celia.

The Tree Elf took one look at what he still had at the ready for her and immediately rolled over onto her belly while biting her lip in anticipation. She hadn't even lifted her ass into the air before he had his last piece of clothing off and was aligning his body with hers.

Petra was almost jealous when he kissed Celia on the ear and pressed the head of his cock to her cunt. The Neko could see him bottom out on the first stroke as the emerald-haired Elf gave a sharp squeal and dug her nails into the cloak beneath her. One of his hands took hold of the Elf's hip as he supported his weight on his elbow, and she relaxed considerably when he drew back. This time he entered her a bit softer, adjusting his pace to allow her to properly accommodate him.

When Celia whispered "kretz" in a panting voice, Galen obliged. His hands shifted to her sides as he braced himself and his tempo increased. Soon her body writhed with his every plunge into her depths and the pitch of her voice rose as he worked to plow her into the floorboards. Pants turned to moans, moans turned to squeals. Being so fresh off the last one, Celia quickly cried out in orgasm again but he kept pumping his hips into her.

There was no sign of him slowing as he fucked her slender form with a passionate fury that soon had her wailing beautiful, Elven words in consistent glee.

I am jealous, Petra admitted to herself as she sat back against the wall and moved a hand to her hungering slit. Just idly stroking herself sent a hot shiver through her whole body that clamped her thighs forcefully shut. Her breathing suddenly heavy again, the Shadow Stalker inwardly chuckled at how sensitive Felyn's little trick had left her.

But if I'm this touchy still, what about Celia? she wondered before looking over to find her answer.

The Elf's face was near blank with her tongue half-hanging out of her mouth as Galen steadied his pace to favor depth over speed. Still intoxicated on the after-effects of the Empath, she offered no resistance as her soldier rolled her over onto her back and wrapped his arms around her body to hold her close. When his hips started moving again, she just hugged onto him and let this unstopping force of pleasure continue.

His hips slapped against the back of her thighs, his hairy groin rubbing generously over her clit on each in-stroke. Her body quaked and she managed out a gasping squeak as she came again, her sweet dribbles of succus running down her backside into the soaked rug beneath her. Still, he kept going. Cock pumped into her with no end in sight.

With a wide grin, Petra relaxed and simply watched the show, her body content even as her mind wandered into other lewd thoughts... at least until a faint rustling noise outside caught her ear.

Who would dare? Or just some animal?

Not wanting to interrupt the fervent lovemaking in front of her, the assassin carefully got to her feet and circled around Galen as he locked his lips with Celia's. Petra slipped silently to the door and pressed an ear against it. Hearing nothing, but still curious of the sound she had heard through the wall, she carefully opened the cabin door just enough to slip outside and shut it behind her.

It took only moments for the Neko's eyes to adjust to the dark and spot a trio of feline shapes moving away from the cabin. A branch snapped beneath one and the other two hissed at him as they tried to sneak through the trees back toward the Willher village.

A predatory grin growing upon her face, the Shadow Stalker moved.

Hardly a sound broke the crickets' song as she circled around the three Nekos that had spied upon her and her friends. No bushes rustled, no twigs were snapped; hardly a blade of grass was disturbed as she moved through her natural element. When she had gotten ahead of them, she scaled a tree a readied herself to pounce.

None of them saw her. None of them smelled her. None of them were ready for her.

Won't even know what hit you, little Apayenar.

The Shadow Stalker dropped down on the leading Neko, landing on his shoulders and throwing her body forward to slam him into the ground and smoothly roll away. The one behind him had nearly stumbled over his friend before she dove at him. He hardly knew what to do when she tackled him to the ground and pinched the side of his neck. His legs kicked, but then he was out cold.

A handful of heartbeats and there was only one left.

The last Willher Neko stood frozen as she rose up off the ground over his two friends. His eyes looked past her toward the village but she just lifted her hand and wagged a warning finger at him.

"Run, you'll be dead before you get tired. I am a Shadow Stalker, boy, you won't win."

This Neko, a young male of proper age from what she could smell, stood frozen in front of her. Flexing her clawed hand at her side, she noticed his eyes shift to his friends. A villainous chuckle escaping her, she whispered, "Don't fear, they're still alive. Now, what were you spying on in the scout cabin?"

He swallowed a lump in his throat, managing to choke out the words, "The Human and the Elf... they were..."

Petra grinned. "You saw them fucking. It is very, very rude to spy on such intimacy."

"We just meant to follow you and the Dark Elf after how you looked at us in the Elder's Hall!" he explained, raising his hands defensively. "We saw you come out here and thought-"

"That you could court a Shadow Stalker?"

His eyes blinked wide in terror. Teeth bared in her broad smile, Petra stepped toward the shivering male and placed a clawed hand in the pit of his throat. His body went stiff as it prodded his skin, he held his breath in wonder if this was the day he was to die. But then her claws coasted downward.

First gliding over his chest in the valley of his sternum, and then down to the bottom of his ribs. Directly below his heart. The Willher swallowed as she kept her eyes locked with his and her hand continued to coast downward, her claws finding the waist of his leather pants. Feeling something pulsing with life beneath, that smile of hers broadened to show all her fangs.

"Shadow Stalkers do not court a mate, boy. We just take what we want."

She kicked a leg out from under him and swung him by his belt-rope to the ground before yanking that one article of clothing in her way, pulling it down from his hips to expose him to her view. Much to her satisfaction, he was fully erect, and while not quite as long or thick as her Human's prick, it had all the features to prove him a mature Neko. There was the classic, flared and pointed head with dull, semi-rigid barbs along the shaft, along with the slightest upward curve to prod a female Neko's sweet spot if handled just right.

"Wait, you can't!" he exclaimed, trying to pull his pants back up.

"I can, and I will," she hissed in response. "I plan to get off tonight, and whether that is by killing or fucking is completely your choice."

She could smell his fear as she crawled up his body and aligned the head of his shaft with her sex. "Besides, it isn't breaking tradition if you don't get caught."

In one swift movement she descended upon his length and took him in right to the hilt. Those smooth spines on his cock squeezing in against his shaft and ribbing her inner walls. He gasped being engulfed in her slick heat but did not say a word as her clawed fingers planted on his chest. One of her hands was just above his heart.

"Oh, yes! You will make a woman very happy one day," Petra cooed before turning her predatory look down upon him. "But for now, you're mine."

The assassin rocked her hips back and forth over the young Neko's cock, her teeth gritted and her mouth set in a silent snarl at how it rubbed her inside. What it lacked in size, it made up for in features as those rubbery spines raked her inner walls with every out-stroke. In just moments the assassin was already purring and picking up her pace to ravish herself with this young man.

"What on Necela's moon?" muttered another's voice.

Petra's eyes narrowed as the second Willher she had taken down sat up, rubbing his neck. When he finally clued in to the Shadow Stalker riding his friend only a few paces away, his broad eyes blinked in astonishment as hers narrowed in excitement.

Without losing pace, the assassin asked, "Are you going to watch, or are you going to join?"

...

Breaking his kiss with Celia, Galen pulled her body closer against his and continued driving his cock into her depths. She had long passed the point of a third orgasm but for some reason he couldn't find his release no matter how vigorously he fucked her.

He could feel it teetering in his shaft, teasing him on the edge of that great climax. It felt glorious, but it wasn't that mind-blowing finale he craved. All he wanted was spurt his white cream but it just wouldn't happen.

Sitting up straight he looked down at the quivering body that Celia had become. The only sign of awareness she gave was when she grabbed onto his wrists as he grasped her hips to keep up his rhythm. Her eyes, however, just stared absently into his as though her mind had left her with that last cum. The girl had become catatonic in this magical pleasure, yet he couldn't reach his peak!

It was worse than what Tanza had done to him the day she had claimed his innocence. Her mature magic had denied him until she got what she wanted. Once she did, the Elder had broken her spell and let him flood her womb with his seed.

What if...

What if something similar was happening now?

Galen moved his glowing, left hand to the base of his shaft. Still driving his manhood into Celia's gushing sex, he touched a finger to the underside and pushed some his magic into it.

The effect was immediate.

Oh, God, finally!

The build-up he felt from Felyn's orgasm struck, coming back three-fold, and he barely pulled out in time as a thick rope of cum shot from his cock. He didn't have the chance to bellow his release as the air was squeezed from his lungs with two more, messy spurts splattering over Celia's belly as she flinched, squeaking his name. A deep quake rocked him to the core, and a fourth, final shot of seed spat out to leave his whole body shaking and his lungs short of breath.

"Holy fuck!" he gasped, collapsing to the side and lying on the floor beside his Elven love. "Y-...y-you okay?"

"That was... the greatest thing... in my life," Celia panted, mini-spasms still sending shivers up her spine as she gave Galen an addled smile.

"I can definitely... say the same... I wonder... what caused that?" he wondered aloud between breaths.

"Caused what?"

Galen waved his hand. "What...held me back."

"Dragon's magic," she answered, closing her eyes as she swirled a finger around the sticky mess on her belly. "I felt it as soon as you reset it."

"Reset it?"

She nodded, scooping up a bit of his cream to taste for herself. "I can sense that spell still, inside you. I'm almost certain that this gift isn't a one-time thing."

..................

Sucking back the entire length of the young male's cock, Petra maintained eye contact with the recipient of her oral skills as the other two pounded her pussy and ass in unison. Her steely thighs were spread far apart, her tail lifted high and curled close to her back as she felt the boys below and behind her thrust in bestial determination with those enthralling Neko pricks.

Once they'd overcome their fear of being killed, these two young and eager Willhers now rutted her hungry holes with such abandon—never mind what their elders suggested about waiting to court—had granted her that second climax that she so badly desired. Her taut gut still warm and her body fully pleasured to its peak, now she felt even more generous.

She wanted them to have theirs.

They had to be close from how unsteady their breathing had become and she was more than ready for it. Three more virgins she could add to her tally once they finally erupted and attained their new manhood inside her. The victory of being a male's first always added that heady taste of pride to their seed when she swallowed; it added that extra fulfillment to their splash of cream across her chest. It made the afterglow so much more glorious.

That and she was quite pleased with herself for claiming three purities at once, in all three holes.

"Lady Shadow Stalker," grunted the male in her mouth, "I'm..."

His knees buckled and his hips shook as though to pull out but Petra grabbed onto his hips to draw him in and press her nose to the sleeve that normally concealed his cock from view.

"Lady...!" he gasped in shock but could only submit.

His cock's spines flexed against her tongue as hot cum shot directly into her throat as the assassin supressed her gagging for each burst and eagerly gulped it down. Only when he made that final deposit and his dick began to deflate did she let him go. The Willher fell back into the bush behind him, panting heavily, with his flaccid manhood retreating into his body.