A Perverted Path to Victory

Mui Thom

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With his muzzle pressed into the soft featherbed, Mui’s breath felt hot against his face when he groaned. Fingers kneaded and pried with magnificent artisanry, sending shivers through his skin, black fur raising in rippling waves.

“You aren’t the most tense soldier I’ve ever massaged,” Veyoh said, “but I think you are close. I would have expected the bedmate of Emotion’s Chosen to have far less stress wrapped up in their body.”

“She is a… ah…” Mui trailed off as her hands moved to his lower back, knuckles rubbing small circles into the knot of muscle over his hip bones. “...a stressful woman to be responsible for. Prone to endangering herself, physically and politically.”

“Surely the rewards are worth it?” Veyoh prompted, a teasing lilt to her words. “She did not ask for my services, I’m sad to say. I suspect I’ll be leaving this evening with many curiosities of mine unsatisfied, unless you are willing to share details.”

“You could just… ask her…” he mumbled out. “She’d say… yes.”

“Mm. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The massage continued. It had been going on for quite a while, and he suspected the elven masseuse was running out of places to touch that she hadn’t already worked her magic on.

Except for one very obvious exception: between his legs. Despite her best attempts at imitating a succubus, Mui hadn’t found himself genuinely aroused, no matter what his anatomy suggested. For reasons he could not fully articulate, he couldn’t bring himself to have sex with a woman he didn’t truly know. It was not that it felt wrong or amoral; Sara had fairly well disabused him of the notion that sexual relations belonged in the realm of vows and promises. No, he just couldn’t find the desire in him to do so. Whether it was because Veyoh was an Honored Elven— an elf, as she preferred to be described— or because she was someone he couldn’t fully trust, or some combination between, the fact remained: he did not want to have sex with one of the most beautiful women he had ever met.

My old squad would kill me with their bare hands if they learned of this, Mui thought, chuckling roughly. With the amount of time they’d spent chasing after pretty civilians in every city they passed through, he couldn’t imagine their fury at seeing Mui turning down Veyoh’s offers.

“What is amusing you, Mui Thom?”

“Nothing of consequence,” he assured her, turning his head on its side, so he could look up at her. She was still naked. Even if he didn’t find himself interested in her sexual advances, he could not help but appreciate her body. Her breasts dangled slightly, pert nipples and soft skin put on display. He’d occasionally felt them pressing up against his back as she stretched to reach new parts of his body. To his shock, as his eyes trailed down, he saw the glistening reflection of slick wetness between her legs. Related to a Skill unique to a courtesan, he could only assume. He could not imagine his meagre presence genuinely arousing one such as her.

Veyoh caught him glancing. She smiled, visibly preening under the attention.

“I suspect she’ll be back soon, but we might have enough time. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider how you might spend your last few minutes with me?”

“I don’t think I will,” Mui said politely, envisioning Sara walking in on him buried deeply into an Honored Elven- an elf. “But I thank you for the pleasant time you’ve shown me, even if I found it somewhat confusing.”

Her expression shifted. “Confusing? How so?”

“The way you press for more,” Mui explained, “even when you have no need to. Your payment is not based on services rendered, no? I do not know why you continue to offer more.”

She laughed that chiming, harmonic laugh again. “Is it truly so difficult for you to imagine that I might enjoy this work, Mui Thom? Particularly with one such as you, who has found the intimate fascination of the great Sara Brown?”

It was Mui’s turn to laugh. “I assure you, Veyoh, her intimacy is not a hard-found thing.”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not.” Her hands slipped up his back, trimmed fingernails furrowing rows through his fur. “I imagine it is not hard to get fucked by the Chosen of Emotion. To be made love to, however? I suspect that is much rarer.”

Mui shifted uncomfortably. She kept making insinuations like that; that Sara had deeper feelings for Mui than she did her other regular bedpartners. She didn’t understand just how promiscuous Sara was, how often she and her wives found pleasure with others. True, he was with her more often than any of her other paramours, but that was largely a function of proximity. By her own account, most of Sara’s regular lovers were back in Tulian. Only Ketch, the nigh-invisible azarketi girl he had met a handful of times, was currently traveling with the Powdered Lead, and she was almost always away on some mission or another. With her own prohibition against Tulian soldiers fraternizing between ranks, Mui was the only person Sara spent regular time around who she could pursue freely. That they were friendly with one another was more a function of that companionship, rather than the other way around.

“Perhaps,” he hedged, “but if you really do wish to be with her in a similar way, all you have to do is ask. She is a very accommodating lover, and will tend to you however you may enjoy.”

“Really?” Veyoh asked, affecting an incredibly fake surprise. “The woman who had half a district fuck her wife while hiring the city’s most expensive prostitute for her boytoy? That woman is a giving lover? I never would have suspected.”

As if summoned by the very nature of comedic timing, there was a light rap on the door.

“Mui?” Sara’s voice sang out. “Are you decent? Can I come in?”

“He is,” Veyoh answered before Mui could. “Please come in.”

Mui made to sit up, but Veyoh hadn’t moved her hands off his back. Her magical fingers robbed his muscles of all the strength required to do anything other than lay down and enjoy the treatment.

“Hey- oh, damn, you are as hot as Anaka said.”

“Thank you,” Veyoh replied brightly. “Would you like to fuck me later?”

“Yes. Not sure if I can, though." She raised her voice, shouting at the door. "Evie! When can I fuck the elf?”

“I don’t have your schedule at the moment, dear!” Her muffled voice replied. 

“I’ll get back to you on that, then. Sorry, I’ve got a lot of shit going on.” He heard Sara pad around the room, eventually coming into his limp-necked line of sight. “Damn, dude. You look wrung out.”

“She is exceptionally skilled with her hands,” Mui murmured, having to focus rather hard on getting the words past the distraction of her still-kneading fingers.

Sara smirked wickedly. “I’ll bet she is. You should’ve seen what Anaka was like, let me tell you. She made my arm cum just from jerking her off. You ever had an orgasm in your arm? It’s pretty wild.”

As she usually did upon entering a room, Sara had already shattered the quiet calm and peaceful ambiance of the evening. Not that he was particularly upset, of course. She seemed to be in a uniquely excellent mood.

“How about you? What kind of crazy stuff did an honored elven–” she used the term with the furthest thing from respect, “–manage to hit you with?”

Veyoh laughed. “Well. We had a lovely conversation about how my kind are viewed in society, how I came to be a whore, my favorite clients of days past, and when I realized he wasn’t just being shy, but really didn’t want to have sex with me, I started giving him a massage.”

Sara blinked several times, looking at Mui.

“Really? You didn’t have sex with her?”

“No,” he said. He could have said more, but his whiskers began to twitch so fiercely that he swung his head around, shoving his muzzle into the bedding to hide his blush. He waited for the astonishment, the disbelief, perhaps even offense. To refuse the advances of such a beautiful woman, one brought to him by Sara, seemed horribly embarassing for so many different reasons.

“Huh.” Sara said, smacking her lips. “Okay, then. Veyoh, you can go ahead and get on out of here. You’ll still be paid for the full time, I promise.”

“I’ve been here longer than three hours, so I wasn’t concerned about that.”

Mui’s confusion at Sara’s lacklustre response turned to a bitten-back groan as Veyoh’s fingers left him, the echoes of pleasure bouncing across his skin like ripples in a pond.

“Shit, really? It’s been over three hours?”

“Nearly four,” Veyoh said. The bed lifted as she slipped off, practically floating across the room with the alien grace her kind were famed for. “Don’t worry, though. I enjoyed myself. You’ve found yourself a fine catch, Sara Brown.”

“I know, right?”

It was only when Mui heard the door to the bathhouse click open and shut that he lifted his muzzle from the mattress, smiling sheepishly at Sara.

He was met not by an expression not of mockery, or bemusement, or even scorn. No. Sara looked hungry.

He swallowed.

“I don’t know why,” he said, shrugging helplessly. “I just didn’t want to. She convinced me that she herself did, and in rather short order, but…” Mui trailed off, unsure of his own thoughts.

Sara’s face flickered, the hunger replaced by calm reassurance. “Don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t want you doing something you weren’t–”

The door flung open without warning, steam rolling in from the bathhouse.

Evie strode into the room, her body dripping with a light sheen of water. She was wearing only undergarments made of the black ‘azarketi nylon’ Tulianites were so enamored with, and absolutely nothing else. The sleek, stretchy panties attached themselves by the thinnest of margins, a stretch of flat, finger-width material keeping the skin-tight clothing from falling off her hips. Her breasts were covered in only the most technical of senses, as the narrow strip was little more than a water-soaked elastic band, so lacking in material that the underside of her modest breasts were wholly exposed. Her nipples blatantly poked through the material, flush with arousal. He would have said that she may as well have been naked, yet somehow, Mui found the poor imitation of modesty even more distracting than plain nudity.

Despite that all, however, one thing about Evie was far, far more distracting:

She was smiling.

And not just a cynical smirk, or a sardonic twisting or her lips. No, she was smiling. Beaming, even. Grinning without concern of anything else, an easy, light sense of simple satisfaction plastered across her face. Even her dark, subtly misshapen eyes were absent of any the crinkled scowl-lines he’d always seen on her. Evie was… happy.

It was incredibly unnerving.

“I heard,” she said loudly, her untarnished joy audible even in her words, “that you never had sex with the elf we hired for you.”

“Where did you hear that?” Mui asked, aghast. Were there peepholes in the room? He’d been naked, for the gods’ sake!

“From the elf,” Evie said, flicking an ear towards the door she’d just entered through. “You know, the one who just left this room all of a single minute ago? Who you apparently did nothing other than get a massage from? I chatted with her as we passed.”

His thumping heart slowed. “Oh.”

“Yeah, he didn’t fuck her,” Sara said, crossing her arms. After the shock of Evie’s clothing and mood, Mui found himself paying closer attention to Sara’s outfit. It was what she almost always wore when she was ready for sleep: a terribly oversized, stained cotton workshirt positively soaked in the scent of Hurlish. It was so large on her that it hung low enough to mostly cover a set of uniquely designed underwear, a sort which straddled the line between panties and shorts. If he recalled correctly, he believed she called the garment ‘boxers.’

He couldn’t help but notice that there was a considerable bulge in those ‘boxers.’ He swallowed, running his tongue along his teeth.

“Why not?” Evie asked, tearing his attention away. “I would have.”

“It’s just… I did not want to, I suppose.”

“Hm,” Evie hummed. Her smile widened, yet again looking as if she knew something he didn’t. “Well, then. I can tell you’ll need release, no?”

Despite his best effort, Mui’s whiskers returned to their furious twitching.

“Why would that be the case?” He demanded hotly. “I told you, I wasn’t interested in having sex with her.”

“Because you haven’t rolled off your stomach since we got here, for one. And because that elf had excellent tits, and I know how much you love those.” She cupped her own breasts and dropped them, bouncing on the heels of her feet to help give the slight curves a better bounce. “Most importantly, I don’t think you’ve looked me in the eye since I walked in.”

Mui’s eyes snapped up to her face.

“I have,” he protested.

“Perhaps you have. I wouldn’t know, since I haven’t been looking you in the eyes, either.”

Mui abruptly realized it was true. She was looking over his shoulder, at his…

At his ass. His tail had risen without any conscious thought, lifting the towel along with it. He was completely exposed.

Sara and Evie both laughed uproariously as he jerked the towel into place, his tail slamming down between his legs.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Evie said, still laughing. “Look, I’ll return the favor.”

“Wha-”

Before he could understand what was happening, Evie had turned around, bending at the waist. Her tail flicked tauntingly in the air, bobbing hypnotically as she doubled over. Her flexibility was remarkable; she put her head between her ankles without so much as a grunt. With her bared to him like that, he could see a thin line of wetness along her panties, too fresh to be explained by the bathhouse’s water. In the same motion that she had bent over with, her fingers slipped into the straps of her underwear and tugged down.

Her panties fell to her ankles, revealing pale, plump skin. Her glistening wetness was bared to him as well, distractingly bright in the well-lit room.

“Are we even, now?” Evie giggled. Evie Brown giggled. “I hope not. I have plenty of ways I can imagine to repay you.”

Mui gawked. “What in the world has gotten into you?”

“Into me?” Evie smirked. “Quite a few things. But truthfully, it’s that my wife has given me a very lovely evening.” She sighed dreamily, turning around to have her smoothly shaved pelvis facing him. “I don’t mind sharing the experience. Besides, I’ve spent long enough just listening to you two have your fun. Isn’t it time I had my turn?”

He turned to Sara, looking for some kind of guidance. This was not a situation he knew how to navigate.

She provided him nothing useful. “Well?” She asked, flashing him a cocky grin. “What do you think?”

Mui swallowed. His throat was incredibly dry. Two of the most powerful, most beautiful women he’d ever met were pinning him in place with their predatory smiles, bodies alight with lust. He could smell Evie’s arousal in the air, steadily intensifying now that she had uncovered herself, and Sara’s scent was slowly filtering in beneath. The bulge in Sara’s underwear began to shift, the tip of something long and hard straining against the material.

“What did you have in mind?” Mui asked Evie cautiously. He knew perfectly well that agreeing to anything the feline proposed was putting life and limb at risk.

“Something that I know Sara has been dying to try, but I haven’t earned the privilege for yet,” she said, sauntering up to the bed. With almost childish energy, she hopped up onto the silk sheets, scooting backward until she could lay out and spread her legs. “Well?” She purred, reaching down with two fingers to spread herself open. “It’s all yours to use. Would you like to?”

The dryness in his throat disappeared, replaced by thick saliva. He had to swallow all the same.

“I think I’ll need more than that before agreeing,” he said. Privately, he could acknowledge that the threshold for ‘more’ was deteriorating by the second. Given a few minutes more of this teasing, and he doubted he’d have even bothered to respond before giving in. Already the rough texture of the towel had begun to taunt him every time he twitched, something he was failing to hide.

“It’s simple,” Evie said. “I haven’t earned the right to fuck my wives with the cock Sara can give me. She’ll only allow it once I’ve proven I can control myself, yet I haven’t even managed to last a minute in their hands, much less be allowed into their mouths. But you?” Evie’s hips wriggled excitedly. “You’re allowed. And you can experience what I’ve been working so hard to earn.”

Distracted by Evie, he hadn’t noticed Sara approaching until he felt her hands on his hips, thumbs sneaking beneath the towel’s hem. She began tugging it away, whispering into his ear.

“I’ve seen how you blush when I talk about giving you a pussy, Mui,” she said, her breath thick and husky. “And I’ve seen you staring at her when you think I’m not looking. Why not get both at once? You inside of her, and me inside of you?”

“A-ah,” he breathed, shivering beneath the hand that began to stroke tenderly down his back, stopping just before the base of his tail. “I can… I suppose it makes sense. If such a thing is possible.”

“It is now,” Sara said cryptically. He could only ignore it.

Mui was coaxed from his modest position, leaving the towel behind. Evie’s eyes immediately began trailing down his body, staring at the still-healing scar on his shoulder, sweeping across his chest and down to his abdomen, where thinner fur allowed a touch of his musculature to be visible, before finally landing between his legs. On his cock.

Evie’s eyes didn’t stray again.

“I’ve been awfully interested in feeling what you’ve been doing to Sara personally,” she said, her tail punctuating the words by thumping against the sheets beside her. “She made such lovely noises. Do you think that you’ll be able to pull the same sounds from me?”

“Uh?”

“No taunting, Evie,” Sara chided. “When a nice man agrees to give you a taste of his cock, you don’t tease him. You say thank you.”

“Of course,” Evie said, grinning wider. “I’ll start thanking him as soon as he actually works up the courage to give it to me.”

Sara’s head snaked onto Mui’s shoulder, her chin nuzzling against the thin patch of hair where he had been shot. “Just ignore her,” she whispered. “She’s easier to shut up than you’d expect. Do me a favor and wipe that arrogant little smile off her face, would you?”

Looking at the beautiful woman laid out before him, Mui felt confident only one of them would be ‘falling apart’ this night. Evie was not the sort of woman that could be pounded into submission. At least not by someone like Mui.

“Mui Thom,” Evie said, sensing his hesitation. “You do know that it’s perfectly acceptable to fuck me for no reason other than the fact it will feel good, yes? I’m in a wonderful mood, but tired, and still awfully aroused. If you feel you don’t ‘deserve’ this, for whatever reason, then know you’ve been an excellent help for my wives and I over the last few months, and that I appreciate it immensely. If intimacy is more your concern, you need only recall that I’ve brought myself to climax listening to the sounds of your moans a dozen times over. That said, I’m really just doing this because I want to feel my wife fucking you into me. So would you be so kind as to shove your cock in me?”

Mui’s head spun as she spoke. The entire situation was surreal. The look in Evie’s eyes, bemused yet hungry, and the smooth, creamy skin of her near-naked body. The feeling of Sara’s breasts against his back, her hands eagerly groping his stomach.

And, of course, the warm stiffness rubbing against him, still so noticeable even with fur and cloth placed between. She’d begun to grind slightly against him, and didn’t even seem to notice she was doing so. The feeling of it, of her cock, was more dizzying than anything else. More dizzying than the fact he was trapped between two women who both wanted him, two wives who wished to share him.

Finding no words to be said, Mui simply crawled forward, placing himself over Evie. He caught a glint of fang as she looked up at him, lips split in a smile, and then her attention fell downwards, back to his cock.

Mui’s thundering heart had its length throbbing in midair, bouncing in place. It was slick with precum, which catfolk produced much more of than humans, and the air brushing against it felt unbearably cold.

“Well?” Evie teased. “Are you going to-”

Mui found his cock dipping downward forward without his permission, Sara’s hips pushing against him. Evie’s taunt faded away as the head brushed against her lips, quieting her.

“Go on,” Sara purred into his ear. “Take her.”

Mui slipped the last way forward all on his own, the tip of his cock sliding into slick heat. Evie sighed in satisfaction, relaxing into the bed.

“C’mon,” Sara urged, pressing harder against Mui. “You don’t need to take it easy. You should know that about her by now.”

He let out a throaty chuckle. “It’s not that I’m worried about hurting her. I’m simply worried about making a fool of myself.”

“By cumming too quick?” Sara asked, beginning to push harder, forcing him into Evie. “What do you think I’m here for? And look at her. You think she wants anything else?”

Mui looked. Evie’s eyes were lidded, her lower lip bit between her teeth. She kept glancing between Mui’s cock and Sara’s arms around his stomach, soaking in the hedonistic sight she’d been provided.

He thrust forward, sliding his cock deeper into her. Evie’s eyes rolled a touch upward as the first ridge of his cock slipped into her, widening her out, yet it was Mui who let out the low growl of satisfaction. So tight. He’d only ever had sex with Sara, and thought the way he felt then was the nature of her Chosen status, but apparently not. Pleasurable tingles ran up and down the length of his cock, forcing him to stop his legs from shaking.

“There we go,” Sara breathed. He could feel that her own length had slipped out of her underwear, obvious by the way the soft heat pressing against his back had intensified. “Come on, give her all of it.” Sara chuckled. “Trust me, she can definitely take it.”

With a woman moaning beneath him and another pouring molten whispers into his ear, Mui didn’t have much choice. He began to thrust forward, causing both of them to gasp as the next two ridges popped into her. Mui ended up bent forward slightly, his muzzle dangling over Evie’s chest as he panted hard.

“So thick,” Evie murmured, giving her hips a slight roll that made him moan. “No wonder Sara likes it so much.”

“Just wait until I give you proper pheromones,” Sara told her, speaking over Mui, who barely had the control to keep from collapsing. “You like getting coated in my cum already. Imagine how much you’ll like it when every catfolk who walks by knows you’ve been fucked. And not even by your wife?” Sara hummed in faux disapproval. “Imagine what they’ll think of you then, knowing you’re just some toy I loan out to whoever asks?”

Mui felt Evie’s pussy clamp around him as she let out a whining moan, her eyes squeezing shut. He gasped at the sensation, too, and then again, as he realized that it wasn’t stopping. Instead, it escalated, a shaking quiver taking her body. Evie wasn’t just enjoying Sara’s taunting: she was cumming.

“H-how is she…?” He groaned, putting everything he had into not spilling himself inside her.

“I told you,” Sara said, moving one hand up to caress his chest. “She’s easy. She just likes to get fucked, Mui. She even thinks it’s because of me, because I’m here or that I’m telling her to do it, but it’s not. She just loves getting fucked.”

If Evie had heard what Sara said, she was too lost in pleasure to muster a response. Mui had to tense every muscle in his body to avoid his orgasm being coaxed out as she writhed beneath him, and even then it was a close battle.

When Evie finally stopped writhing on the bedsheets, letting her head fall back down, both of Sara’s hands dropped low, squeezing the tiny sliver of his cock that wasn’t shoved inside her wife.

“So. Are you ready for me to join in?”

The dizzy surreality Mui had been suffering returned tenfold. The idea of that cock, the one he could still feel pressing up against his lower back, slipping into him… She’d teased it so often. Her and Evie both. Hells, even Hurlish had made a jab every once in a while, just to join in on the fun.

He’d never let himself really think about it, though. About the conflicted emotions that their jokes stirred in his stomach, the way his whiskers went mad every time they brought the idea up. He wasn’t even sure if he—

“Yes,” he said, surprising himself. Apparently his body had decided to make the decision for him.

Sara laughed in delight, stepping away for a moment. Evie began to roll her hips impatiently, somehow already recovered enough that she wanted him moving again, but didn’t audibly complain. She was waiting for Sara, just like Mui.

Sara returned to her press against his spine. He could feel her naked skin now, soft breasts pressing against his fur, her stomach aligned with his. One hand kept stroking his stomach, reaching lower and lower.

Mui braced his body. He didn’t know what it would feel like, to have himself changed in such a way, but he knew he wouldn’t be ready for it. He could feel all of her thick cock throbbing against him now, underwear discarded, and it set something in his chest afire.

Sara’s hand reached his cock, trailing a thumb along his sensitive base. He shivered, and not just at the touch. He shivered because she kept drifting down, ignoring it, reaching for…

“Huh?”

Mui opened an eye he hadn’t realized he had closed. “Well?”

“Are you sure you want to?” Sara asked.

“Wh-what?” Mui could hardly believe what he was hearing. Hells, he could barely understand it. Evie still hadn’t stopped grinding her hips. It was if she wasn’t even in control of her body’s need to please others.

Sara’s embrace removed itself, much to his disappointment. “You don’t have to force yourself, Mui,” Sara said. The husky, seductress tone was gone, replaced by a gentle bit of concern. “I told you when this started that I don’t lie to my partners in bed. Not unless they ask for it.”

“I… I don’t know what you mean,” he grunted. Gods, how was Evie like this? She just wouldn’t stop.

“My power needs both of us to want it, Mui,” Sara explained. “If you don’t want to have a pussy, that’s perfectly fine. Even I can get my guesses wrong sometimes, seems like.”

“But…” He tried to pull himself out of Evie to better focus, but her legs whipped around his hips so fast it sounded like a swiping sword. Her heels dug into his back, shoving the last fraction of his cock into him.

“No,” she said simply, with a smile that was far too innocent for a woman who’d just shown off how easy it would be for her to snap his spine.

Mui’s groan turned into something of a whine as she began to roll her hips again, using her newfound leverage to physically thrust him into her.

“But… but I do find it… ah- appealing,” he stuttered out. “I d-don’t know why it didn’t… work…”

“You find what appealing, Mui?”

“Your… your…”

“Cock!” Evie called out with a laugh. “He finds your cock attractive, dear. Even if he can’t even bring himself to say it.”

Sara smacked her lips. “Hm.” The floorboards creaked slightly. “Hm. Huh.”

“S-Sara?” Mui asked.

“Oh, I’m here. I’m just putting some old stuff in perspective.” He heard her foot tapping. “So. I’m going to take a wild guess here: straight dudes getting pegged isn’t really a thing in the Empire?”

Mui fought to ignore the grip around his cock as he bit out a response. “Wh-what is t-that?”

Sara laughed loudly, then shuffled away. Mui tried to turn to look at her, only to find a small hand latching onto his chin, pulling him back around.

Evie grinned wickedly up at him. “None of that. I want to watch you get surprised.”

Mui felt a bit of panic at hearing that from Evie.

Gods, it’s like fucking a scorpion.

If scorpions were wildly, absurdly gorgeous.

“If you’d like, I can provide some distraction?” Evie’s hand trailed towards her chest, which was still bound in that azarketi nylon. “I know Mas- Sara- doesn’t often let you lick her chest. Too rough a tongue, I hear.” She began lifting her wrap slowly, tauntingly, smirking. “But don’t worry. You could never be too rough with me. Even if you tried.”

Whatever offense he might have felt in response to that claim was drowned out by the sight of Evie— an exotic feline, foreign nobility, and the wife of a Chosen— revealing her breasts to him. For him. Small, perky handfuls, cream-colored skin and nipples poking upward.

“I believe Sara said you were a tits mannnn-”

Evie’s words dissolved into a moan as he bent just that bent further down, laying the flat of his tongue along her skin. She tasted as wonderful as she smelled, awash with lust and desire, fresh from the finest of scented baths. He felt his barbed tongue rasp as it made his way up her flesh, poking and prodding, but unlike Sara, who could just barely keep herself still under the treatment, finding pleasure and pain alike—

Well. Evie still probably felt pain.

She just wanted more of it.

Her back arched as she pushed her tits into his face, one arm throwing itself around his neck to help pull him closer. He quickly ran across her nipples, making her yelp in a way that might’ve concerned him, if it had been anyone else. Instead he pressed harder, catching as much of her skin on his tongue as he could, and jerked his neck upward.

“Oh…!”

Evie’s body twisted beneath him, her pussy squeezing down on his cock. He’d been so enamored with her chest that the delirium-inducing pressure was a reminder that he was actually inside her. He began to thrust as he tilted his head towards her other breast, giving it the same treatment.

“Damn, y’all are really going at it,” Sara said.

Mui felt Evie’s fingers tangle in his fur as he reached her other nipple, covering it in his saliva. His own scent was beginning to overpower Evie’s as he kept rutting into her, coating her with his tongue.

“And I’m being ignored,” Sara said, bemused. “That’s a novelty.”

Evie’s breathing hitched every time he took his cock to its wide base, while her inner walls rolled against him each time he bottomed out in her. He was helped along by her legs, their vice grip loosening only as long as it took for him to pull back for another thrust.

“Evie, keep him still.”

The legs around his back turned to unyielding steel just as he bottomed out. He couldn’t move his hips by the slightest inch. Evie kept up her own grinding, of course, torturing him just that little bit more.

“Here’s what you need, Mui.”

Evie giggled. He lifted his head, confused.

“Just relax,” the Feline purred, stroking his neck. “It makes it go in easier.”

“What do you mea-”

Sara’s hands cupped his ass. That was nothing new, she always claimed she loved how it looked, but what was new was when she began to push and knead, pulling the cheeks apart.

“She’s telling the truth, this time,” Sara told him. He felt the bed sink as she climbed up behind him, laying something warm, hard, and wet across him. “Relax a little bit, Mui. In fact, go ahead and just lay there. I’ll take care of everything.”

That hardness, her cock, slipped back.

And then forward.

Mui’s claws dug into the bedding as he felt something tease at- at his rear. She wasn’t really going to…?

“I didn’t, ah, prepare myself,” he managed to whine out.

“Don’t worry. My Blessings can take care of that.”

“Where did you get the, ah, the…?”

The tip of her cock rubbed a bit, teasing at his entrance. She laughed.

“Mui. Buddy. I love you my man, but really? We’re in a brothel. Where do you think I got it?”

“A-ah.”

“You ready?”

“I think he is,” Evie said.

“I want to hear him say it.”

Mui let out a pitiful whine.

“Oh, that’s interesting,” Evie said. “He just got harder.”

“That’s a good sign, but I still want to hear him say it.”

“M-must I?”

“Yep.”

“And I get to waaa-aaatch,” Evie sang out, humming happily. He couldn’t believe this was the same woman who he’d watch rampage through battlefields. She looked like a girl whose father had just gotten back from a trip, eager for the gift she knew he was hiding behind his back.

Why did it feel so… much? Why was his body shivering at the mere thought of Sara taking him from behind? Why did this— putting it the wrong hole— suddenly wipe away all the fear he’d felt before? Why did it feel so right?

“P-please,” he muttered.

“Please what?”

Mui took a deep, preparatory breath. “P-please fuck my ass, Sara.”

Evie cackled like a woman who’d just won the lottery, and he felt himself pulse deep inside her the moment the words left his lips, before Sara had even started pushing.

And then she began pushing.

Her small grunt of pleasure was overwhelmed by Mui’s long, drawn-out gasp, feeling himself get spread by her. He almost instantly recognized, though he didn’t know how he could through everything he was feeling, that this wasn’t the cock he’d seen on her before. It was too thin at the tip, and tapered.

“I-is that-”

“Shh,” Sara said, stroking a firm line down his back. Like she was petting him. “Relax. Just like Evie said, okay?”

Mui hung his head. He was doing his best, he swore, but there was so much going on. He felt his tight ring spread around Sara’s cock, growing wider by the second. The stretch ached in a way that he’d never felt before, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

She slipped inside. Mui’s fists curled in the sheets, claws shredding ungodly expensive silk. His head dropped down, landing between Evie’s breasts, and her hands joined Sara’s in slowly stroking his fur, petting him reassuringly as he lay there and focused on his breathing. Sara’s cock slipping in, inch by inch, growing wider in a too-familiar hop. As if he was sliding up a ridge, almost.

It is a catfolk cock, he realized with a shiver.

He made another undignified sound as the second ridge slipped into him, spreading him even wider, and then dissolved into pleased whimpers as he felt himself get pushed up against the third, larger than the other two by far. He had no idea how big it was, and logically knew it was probably average, but in that moment it felt gargantuan.

Her cock slick with whatever substance she’d used, she began to push that last bit forward, spreading him as wide as he could go.

Something changed when he felt that final pop. The sensation, a pleasurable ache throughout, suddenly intensified, a white-hot flash of delight shooting from the tip of his cock to where Sara was lodged in him. He moaned deliriously into Evie’s chest, not even conscious of the way that their shaking implied she was pleasantly laughing at his delight.

“Are you alright?”

He moaned senselessly.

“Good. So now we’ll pull back-”

He threw a blind arm up behind him, trying to grab onto her. “No! No, no, deeper, go back in, I’m going to-to cum, I’m cumming-”

Sara slammed forward, shoving herself to the hilt just as Mui’s cock began to pulse. He reflexively tried to pull out, forgetting about the contraceptive potions in the heat of the moment, but Sara was grinding him into Evie, driving his cock into her wife.

All throughout the orgasm, the two women kept stroking him, Evie on his neck, Sara on his back. Evie was shuddering in delight at the sensation of being filled, but kept whispering little nothings into his ears even as he spilled himself in her, smiling up at him. He couldn’t understand a word of it, but he could see the way she was basking in the feeling of his cum, and it only served to draw the climax out longer, until he finally sagged against her, exhausted.

“And then we do this,” Sara hummed. Mui felt his cock throb again, before it had softened even a touch, and his urge to pass out between the two beautiful women vanished. “And now I can start fucking you properly.”

Evie leaned back, giving herself a better view of Mui as Sara began to slide in and out of his ass. At first he tried to thrust, to synchronize with her pace, but that plan was thrown apart the moment Evie began to meet her wife’s motions, throwing Mui up onto her cock with every roll of her hips.

Instead he was left, trapped, between the two women, attacked on both ends. Evie was panting nearly as hard as he was, taking his fur in fists to help throw herself up at his cock, while Sara kept one hand on his shoulder, the other- gods, the other was on the base of his tail, sliding up and down.

It was a mind-melting bliss. He only had the wits left in him to bend down and begin lapping at Evie’s tits yet again, positively adoring their taste. He didn’t even have to worry about being too rough, had to worry even less than he would have with a catfolk partner, in fact, because every time he went just a bit further, he provoked an even better reaction from the woman. His licks became lapping scrapes, his lips curled away so he could take her nipple between his teeth, pulling and tugging.

The first time he did that was the second time Evie came, her pussy all but choking the life from his cock. It was an ambrosiac cocktail, the feeling of her pussy wrapped around her, his ass filled so full by Sara, yet to his surprise, he didn’t spill himself then and there. He kept pumping away, or more accurately getting pumped into, even as sweat began to lather up in his fur.

“Fucking hell, I love how you sound,” Sara grunted out. “Come on. Stop trying to hide it. I want to hear it. We want to hear it.”

He’d already been stumbling toward the breaking point. With a demand like that, he finally lost control of his voice, letting out a long, growling groan, one that sounded shockingly feral. Like the guttural growl of a jungle tiger, not a civilized, thinking catfolk.

“Fucking hell,” Sara breathed, pulling harder on his tail. “I could feel that in my fucking chest. Do that again. What do I need to do to make you do that again?”

Mui didn’t know, and he couldn’t answer. He was beginning to reach another peak, and this one felt far different from the first. Far from any climax he’d felt before. His cock tingled and buzzed, massaged on every stroke by Evie’s velvet heat, but now that pleasure was extending backward, something hot and tight coiling in his pelvis.

“Faster,” Evie urged, a manic glint in her eyes as she stared down at Mui, who was still lapping at her tits. “Faster, Sara. He needs it.”

Mui bobbed his head helplessly, grateful for her assistance.

Sara obliged. He felt her cock burying itself deeper on every thrust, pounding away, and it seemed to be driving that bliss further and further through his body, until he was so near the peak he felt he should have been floating.

“C-close!” Evie said, wrapping her arms tighter around him. “Just- just fucking bite-”

He didn’t know what she wanted, but he suddenly didn’t care. He opened his maw wide, fangs glinting, and latched down on her shoulder, letting his teeth sink all the way in, deeper than he’d ever dared with Sara.

Evie began to shudder beneath him, crying out, and Mui was right behind her, clenching up-

But Sara got there first.

Her cock grew inside him, every inch of its length pressing outward, shoving against that blinding-white spot inside him. He felt it throb, pouring hot, sticky strings into him.

And that was enough to finally set him off.

With another wild growl, his world shattered to pieces. An orgasm like nothing he’d ever felt before tore through him, not spreading out from his cock, but crackling up and down his entire body, driving him utterly wild. He was torn between shoving himself deeper into Evie and grinding his ass up against Sara’s hips, but the choice was thankfully torn from him when Sara piled down on top of him, thrusting as hard as she could, sending him bouncing into Evie. Three voices filled the room, moaning and cursing and groaning.

Mui collapsed, dropping down onto Evie with a whumph. The Feline wheezed slightly at the impact, but it was less a noise of protest and more the air being driven from her lungs. She was still quivering, her pussy rippling around his cock, and with how far her eyes had rolled back in her head, she didn’t look like she’d be stopping any time soon.

“That is… ridiculous,” Mui panted, referring to Evie. “What did… you do… to her…?”

“You don’t… want to… know…” Sara panted back. She tried to slip out of Mui, but he let out a whine of protest.

“Don’t,” he said. “Please? I’d… I’d like you to stay in me. For a little bit.”

“Sure,” Sara said, equally out of breath. “But you’ll have to roll Evie onto her side, so we can all spoon. Because I’ve got, like, ten seconds until my arms give out and I land on your tail.”

Mui hurriedly gathered the still-quivering Evie up in his arms, trusting Sara’s superior physicality to let her keep pace as he rolled onto his side with the shorter Feline in his arms. She did, thankfully, until they were laying together, every ounce of life and limb intertwined.

Mui settled Evie’s trembling head onto his shoulder, so she could be face-to-face with Sara. He brushed a bit of hair out of her face, then rested his own head beside hers.

They lay like that for a time, allowing themselves to recover in relative silence. Evie’s climax eventually finished— something his overly sensitive cock was extremely grateful for— and she sagged against him, reaching one arm out to fling over his shoulder, landing on Sara. They were both purring, the low tones almost harmonizing, though his purr was much louder. They were practically shaking the bed together.

Eventually, someone spoke up. To his slight surprise, it was Evie that broke the silence.

“I’ve decided whether or not I want to be impregnated, Sara.”

WHAT?

Mui barely kept himself from crying the word aloud. He felt the hand that Sara had been resting on his hip spasm, fingers flying this way and that before finally settling into a panicked, painful grip on his fur, and he didn’t begrudge her that one bit. Even if he’d never been in a proper relationship, Mui had seen that expression, or its lingering after-effects, on plenty of people before. It was the panic of every spouse who’d suddenly been told by their partner that they wanted children. Even if one agreed, the conversation was agonizing.

“Oh?” Sara intoned, her voice flawlessly absent of the panic that still showed in her grip on his fur. “Right here, right now?”

“Yes,” Evie hummed back, almost dream-like in the way her voice buzzed from his and her mutual purring. “I don’t want to.”

Sara’s tense hand collapsed so entirely that Mui had to bite back a laugh, praying that her patron might lend him an ounce of her skill.

Sara, at least, had the good graces to sound mildly disappointed. Perhaps she truly was; Mui wouldn’t know.

“What made you come to that decision?”

“A few things throughout the night, I suppose,” Evie sighed. “Mui’s cum, for one.” Her hips wiggled, forcing him to remember that he was still inside her. “It was so nice to feel inside me. I realized that my love of it had less to do with thoughts of pregnancy than I first thought.”

“And?” Sara prompted. Mui once more had to stifle laughter. No matter how casual she sounded, he could tell she was walking on the finest, most fragile eggshells in the world.

“And that helped me realize that I don’t particularly care who gets your child inside them, Sara. I want to raise children, yes, but I want to raise your children. That’s all that matters to me. Even if the others don’t share the barest resemblance to me, I won’t care. But,” she let out a frustrated little huff, “the idea of being pregnant by you is appealing to me. To walk around with my belly swollen with your child is something I dream of, quite literally.”

Mother always said she loved children, but hated being pregnant, Mui recalled. How could Evie ever want that?

Thankfully, she wasn’t done. “I’ve now realized it was… a replacement. For the collar. I wanted to show everyone who saw me whose I was. To wear it on my very body. I still miss that, Sara.”

“But… you don’t want to be pregnant?”

“No. Not now, at least. Maybe, if we can ever find a life in which we are not in danger, I would like that. Just to truly wear your mark on my body. But not until then.”

“Okay.” Sara reached over Mui’s head to stroke Evie’s hair tenderly. “Thank you for telling me. I appreciate it.”

“Mm.” Silence, for a time. “And did you, Mui?” Evie abruptly asked. “Did you enjoy being forced into this conversation?”

“You…!” His eyes widened, and he pulled his head back, so he could look her in the face. She had an impish smile. “You did that on purpose! To make me feel awkward!”

“Me?” She asked, her face a comical exaggeration of innocence. “Why would I ever do that? And besides, how could I make you uncomfortable when you’re still inside me?” She ground her hips against his pelvis in a way that made him groan, making an even greater mess of his fur by spreading her half-dried arousal around. “I’ve been told by quite reliable sources that my cunt is a wonderfully comfortable place to be. The furthest thing from uncomfortable, in fact.”

He glared. “I can’t believe your taunting only grows worse when you wear a smile.”

She flashed her smile wider, showing teeth, then snuggled back forward, resting her chin on his shoulder again. “Don’t worry,” she sarcastically assured him, “I’m sure I’ll be much worse now that you’ve actually been inside me.”

Sara, for her part, laughed, though Mui was too filled with concern to mirror the reaction.

“So,” she said, returning her hand to Mui’s hip. “You have any personal revelations you want to share? Other than the fact you like it up the ass?”

“He really likes it up the ass,” Evie chimed in.

“No,” Mui said, trying to make it sound snappish. That was a hard thing to do when you were six inches into one woman, her wife buried another eight inches into you.

“How about the fact you didn’t want me to pull out? Any fetish for cock sheathing or something like that? Evie has one.”

“Cock… sheathing?”

“It’s when you-”

“No need, I can put the pieces together. And no, I most certainly don’t.”

“Then why did you want me to stay in?” It was Sara’s turn to taunt him with a wiggle of her hips, apparently. “Unless you’re just waiting for another round?”

“I…” Mui licked his lips, then hung his head. “Ugh. It’s going to make such a mess of my fur when you pull out, isn’t it?”

Sara and Evie shook the bed with their laughter.

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