A Perverted Path to Victory

Mui Thom

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With shaking hands, Mui grabbed Sara by the shoulders. She stared up at him, defiant, her eyes ablaze with challenge and desire.

It felt wrong to be doing this. His father had never laid a hand on his mother save to give her a hug as he swept a chaste lick across her whiskers. He had told Mui of the importance of being kind to your lover, taking care of them in sickness and health, and promised all his children that he would beat them senseless if he discovered they laid a hand on their partners.

“Well?” Sara purred. “You’re the big, strong man now, Mui. You going to give me what I want?”

Oh, gods.

With both palms atop her shoulders, taking a deep breath, he shoved straight down. Sara tried to resist. He saw her muscles strain, neck tensing, but the collar did its job. The miniscule fraction of her strength that remained wasn’t nearly enough to stop him; she collapsed in an instant, dropping to her knees with a small grunt. From there she looked up at him, pupils blown out, her breasts cast in silhouette against his bedroll.

“Now what are you going to do?”

“I…” He swallowed. Considered. After wondering for a time about what she actually wanted him to do, he realized that the answer was ‘whatever he wanted.’ Perhaps the most difficult request of all.

Convinced he would only stumble over his words if he tried to speak, he wordlessly took a hold of her head, curling his fingers into the fur atop her head. At first he’d compared it to silk, but now that he had a fistful of it that almost seemed inadequate. She was softer by far. It was almost eerie. Mortal beings weren’t meant to know what physical perfection felt like.

The moment he had a grip of her, Sara bent forward and opened her mouth, tongue lolling out. It was a catfolk’s tongue through and through: wide and flat, thin barbs raised along its surface. She strained against his grip, trying to drag herself forward, heading for his cock. But that wasn’t what he’d had in mind.

Nervously, almost shakily, he tossed her backward. She let out a grunt of surprise as her mind told her she should have made a mockery of his roughhousing, yet her body failed to produce the strength to do so. She caught herself on her elbows, her grin widening still further.

“I don’t see how you could enjoy that treatment,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Can you blame me? It’s so cute to see you try.” She ran a finger along her stomach, collecting the cum that was still smeared there. He shuddered as she shoved it in her mouth, swirling her tongue and making pleased sounds like she was savoring the finest of wines. “Well?” She spread her legs, baring her innermost self to the open air. Her dizzyingly sweet scent, already drowning him, redoubled in its intensity. “What are you going to do with me?”

With a growl of desire, Mui dropped to his knees. Sara smiled sloppily as he fell upon her, palming her hips to lift her ass off the floor. His cock, once more hard as steel, landed on her pelvis, its wide base resting against her clit. She let out a pleased murmur and bucked up against him, making them both shiver with pleasure. Feeling the heat radiating from her, he found himself thrusting involuntarily into the air, coating the underside of his cock in her slick arousal.

“That depends. What do you want me to do with you?” Mui asked. He tried to keep his tone gruff and intimidating, as if he were forcing her to admit some embarrassing secret, but he was too breathless for it to come across as such.

Sara clearly agreed, because she laughed happily. “I told you, big boy. That’s for you to decide. Show me how bad you want me.”

Gods, she drives me mad.

With another growl, Mui twisted Sara’s tiny catfolk body around, throwing her onto her stomach. Sara let out a pleased little coo, the beginnings of a true purr rumbling in her chest as she raised her ass up, presenting her dripping pussy to him. Every fiber of Mui’s being was screaming at him to bury himself in her then and there, but he had just enough wherewithal to resist, at least for a while longer. Placing his palm flat on the curve of her spine, just above her curling tail, he shoved down.

Sara’s back hit the bedroll with a mewling moan. Her cum-soaked tail wrapped around his wrist, squeezing it tightly, as if thanking him for the roughness.

“Gonna fuck me prone, then?” She breathed. Her ass wiggled, ears fluttering. “Get me in a headlock and choke me from behind, maybe? Keep me pinned beneath you as you pump me full of your cum like the big, strong catfolk you are?”

His cock throbbed almost painfully. The cool air was a torment, his mind screaming at him that it needed to be inside something, anything, as soon as possible.

“Well?” Sara raised herself again, tail smacking his muzzle as she shook her ass from left to right. “Huh? Is that what you’re gonna do? Or are you just going to keep staring like a—”

This time, his growl was deep and throaty. He shoved her back to the ground with both hands, spreading her cheeks apart. In the filtered light of his tent, he could see her glistening arousal dripping down her thighs. He dragged her back to his cock, lining the tip up with her entrance.

“There you go! Now hurry up and—”

With a single, starving thrust, Mui shoved his cock into her. She had always been tight, but with this new body, her core was almost fighting him. Unlike the smooth cylindrical length of a human cock, each thickening bulge of his cock put up more resistance as he entered her, thump-thump-thump, every inch requiring more force than the last to shove through her tight ring.

“Ff-fucck-ck-ing hell!” She mewled, claws springing from her fingertips to dig into his bedroll. “Kn-knew you had it in you, big boy.”

He was too lost in delirious heat to register her words. She was a molten vice around his cock, wringing pleasure from him with every shiver and ripple of her convulsing body. He felt his balls slam into her ass as he hilted within her, the thickest bulge of his cock slipping in with almost shocking ease. She was dripping wet, as aroused as him, maybe even moreso, having yet to see her own climax.

He drew himself out, then slammed back in. They both cried out, the slap of his hips against her ass, which should have been muffled by their fur, instead rendered loud by the sheer amount of fluid that had pooled between them. Pleasure radiated through his body, buzzing twitches that left him quivering in place, struggling to find the mental fortitude to abandon her perfect body for long enough to ready another thrust. It was perfection. Of course it was. Her body was divine.

Her neck twisted, one side of her head pressed to his bedroll so she could side-eye him. “C-c’mon.” She began to grind her cheek against the bedding, smearing her scent gland across it. Marking it. Claiming his bed as her own. “I already tasted your cum once tonight. I need it again.” She tried to raise her hips again, but he shoved her back down with another thrust, one that had them both crying out. Pinned beneath him, she wriggled her hips desperately, tail tugging at him. “Who cares how fast you cum? I’m so fucking close already, Mui. Cum as much as you want. These stupid… stupid fucking pheromones…” She arched her back with a mewl, limbs trembling with a true catfolk’s stretch. “God, it’ll set me off so quick. Fuckin… breeding instinct or some shit. I’ll be screaming the second you start filling me up.”

He began to thrust. Not at a frantic pace, but slow, steady, ensuring he threw himself as deep into her as was possible on every motion. “I want this… to last…” he panted.

“It wiiilll,” she moaned. “I’m the goddamn Chosen of Fucking, Mui. You can cum as many times as you want with me, so hurry up and fill me the fuck up already!”

With a cry, Mui fell atop her, enveloping her tiny body beneath his own. His hips were pressed to her ass, his stomach to her lower back, his chest to her shoulderblades and neck. Silken fur brushed and rubbed against his entire body, the pleasure of her velvet core setting all the nerves of his body on fire. His back arched as he threw himself into her over and over again, muzzle pressed to her neck, their breathy moans mingling together.

In a fit of inspiration, or perhaps just a simple delayed reaction to her earlier suggestion, Mui brought his arm up to her neck. Wrapping his bicep around her throat, he cinched it closed, drawing her muzzle up into his. It forced her body to curve like a bent bow, their posture allowing his cock to, impossibly, dive even deeper into her. Every instance of his hilting inside her was a new height of ecstasy, white sparks flying in his mind, each of them rendered more beautiful by the way she began to writhe in his grip, calling out over and over again.

“Fuck! Fucking right there, Mui, I swear to the gods, j-just a bit… fuck!” She tore her head around, face clumsily smushing into his as her cries began to fall apart into insensibility. She was dragging her muzzle against him wherever she could reach, burying him in an intoxicating avalanche of her scent gland’s output. He’d never had sex with another catfolk, had never been scented, but he suspected what Sara was doing to him was like being buried beneath a dozen women’s purring, writhing bodies. The rippling of her core seemed determined to trap him forever, each squeeze tighter than the last, until, with a wide-eyed cry, she grabbed his arm and shoved it against her throat. “Fucking ti-i-ighterrrrrrrr!”

He had no choice but to obey. Encouraged by the claws digging at his elbow, he put her in a true headlock, right over the collar, bulging bicep closing off her airway.

Her mouth opened silently. The pupils which had started the evening as narrow slits were now black ovals. His cock, already clenched as tight as it had ever been, was suddenly gripped by an impossible pressure. With nothing but a wet noise of her opening mouth and a rolling shudder, Sara came apart beneath him.

It was exquisite. The work of a gods-blessed artisan, a beauty that he would spend the rest of his life grateful to have witnessed. Her fur stood on end, her eyes rolled up, and her fists twisted in his bedroll as the toes of her paws spread wide and quivered in place. She used all of her strength, pitiful as it was, to shove herself up against him, mindless ecstasy driving her body in a demand to be filled by him.

He obliged her. He drew her close, an arm around her chest, palming a breast, the other locked on her throat as a rumbling, truly animalistic growl tore out of his own lungs. Possessive and bestial, the sound of him laying his claim on her seemed to send her even further into the throes of climax.

Perhaps the most surreal part of it all was the fact that, for the first time, Mui had made Sara cum before him. It was that knowledge, perhaps, filling him with a glowing pride that teetered on arrogance great enough to be sinful, that was his undoing.

As Sara began to fall from her peak, Mui approached his. He dropped her. His hands slammed to the bedroll, all his might working to shove his cock as deep into her cunt as he could manage. She cried out in shock as the force of his thrust threw her forward on the bedroll, nearly ruining their positioning, but she quickly recovered by dragging herself back, grinding her ass against him to keep him buried deep, deep, so deep, until he felt like he was kissing her womb itself. Teetering on the final edge, he drew himself up and back, until just the last fraction of his cock remained in her, staring at nothing as he panted in the tent’s stuffy air.

“C-come on,” Sara panted. “Be a fucking good boy and—”

He gave in. Bedding tore as dragged himself into her, his claws piercing straight through the cloth to the soil below. Sara, the obedient little catfolk girl beneath him, cried out in delight as she was stuffed beyond her ability to handle. This time he did feel himself collide with something. His cock rammed itself up against her cervix, tip pressed to her womb’s entrance as his balls jumped, his long, steely length throbbing in place.

He lost himself. The first white string was fired into her womb with the force of a cannon, painting her cunt in his seed, and it was the greatest thing he’d ever felt. The flames of her quivering cunt’s fading climax roared back to life in answer, ancient, irresistible instinct making demands of them both that they had no desire to refuse. His hips shook with the throes of his climax, pumping her full with every leaping twitch of his cock. Once, twice, thrice, until he lost count as he filled her again and again, his body and mind afire with the light thrumming through his body, a glowing, molten gold of ecstasy leaving his mind as nothing more than elated shreds.

He thrust through it all. Tiny little pumps of his hips, over and over again, shoving against her womb. She cried out each time, in sync with him, and the animal within his psyche roared with a bonfire of delight.

Mine. Mine. My scent. OUR scent.

He could smell his cum on her. In her. Sense her climax. Hear her quivering cries. He’d done well. He’d taken her. It was good. He was happy.

The strength of his body left him with each of his spasms, every string of cum seeming to drag him closer to a delirious unconsciousness. It was as if the mere act of experiencing such pleasure was exhausting his body, draining every one of those nerves and synapses Sara had told him about, wearing out the very trails on which his body sent its orders from place to place.

He lay against her, finally. Collapsed. His weight upon her, rising and falling with their breath. His eyes were closed, but he didn’t need to open them to see his mate. The foot of height she had lost meant that he could feel her against him, all of her, and the soft welcomingness of it was gratifying in ways he lacked the words to describe. Perhaps she knew them; on the long hours of march each day, she spoke of instinct and evolution, purpose and biological intent, the mechanisms by which the body’s designs flowered to fruition. It felt as if all of them had been satisfied in that moment. He felt as if they’d never again need sating, his bliss was so—

A flush of unbidden arousal ran through him.

He groaned.

“Gods be damned, woman,” he rumbled, half a moan of pleasure, half a cry of dismay. His cock, still deep within her, began to stiffen once more. “How insatiable can you be?”

“Assszzzmuusshh…” Her words were slurred. Drunken, almost, the distortion not just from her lips still being half creviced between his bicep and forearm, but from the lingering effects of her mind-melting climax. Lifting her head a touch, she licked her snout. Even the feeling of her tongue coincidentally swiping across his fur caused him to shiver. “Assss… mush— much— as I want to, really.” She giggled a bit. “I’ve still got like an hour or two until I gotta go get ready for that stupidass party. So if we can keep going…” Her tail, which previously had gone back to acting more like a catfolk’s, suddenly regained its unnatural strength. It looped around his hips, dragging him into her as she purred. “...why shouldn’t we?”

“A-about a minute ago, I would have argued passionately against any such idea,” he gasped. Against his will, his hips rolled forward. “But seeing as you have used that damnable Blessing on me…”

“Mm?”

“I-I suppose we might as well.”

He started to thrust, but was baffled by the sound of a metallic clink. He glanced to see the collar falling off of Sara. She rubbed a hand across her neck, stretched, and then drew herself off of him. Sara stood, throwing his weight off her with the ease he could toss aside a blanket.

He hissed as his cock was exposed to the cold air for the first time in… well, it had only been a matter of minutes, but it felt like it had been hours. The natural red hue of its skin was soaked with shining slick and white cum intermixed. It was the same patina that dripped down Sara’s legs. She traipsed over his prone form to poke her head out of the tent flap.

“Evie. How much time do we have?”

The answer came quickly and clearly; she had been standing guard at the entrance, clearly. “An hour and a half or so,” she said.

“Perfect. Come in here.”

Evie sighed tiredly. “Dear, you know how I feel about leaving us exposed to-”

Sara snapped her fingers. Evie’s words cut off in the middle of a syllable, silence reigning. He rolled over in time to watch her step obediently into the tent. She dropped straight to her knees, staring straight up at Sara with open, almost vacant eyes.

Sara hooked a toe in the collar and sent it skittering across the floor in Evie’s vague direction. The Feline lunged for it like a starving orphan scrabbling for the last crumbs of bread, seizing it greedily in both hands. Wirey muscles twisted beneath her arms as she forced the shattered collar open with all her strength, far more than was necessary as she brought it to her neck fast enough that it slapped audibly against her skin hard enough to bruise. She let it shut, clicking the small padlock into place.

The collar’s runes flashed to signal their activation. Her reaction was visceral enough to be… disturbing. Her fingers twitched spastically, her lashes fluttering half-shut as her head lolled, briefly leaving only the whites of her eyes visible. Her knees shook, her stomach rolled, and she let out a small whine as she bit her lip, drawing a small bead of blood with one lone, razor-sharp fang. Eventually, she straightened.

“Th-thank you, Master.” She panted the words out, breathless.

“You’re welcome,” Sara replied, far more casually. “Just remember to keep an eye on the time.”

The collar glowed slightly as the order registered. Before meeting Sara, Mui had never been important enough to be remotely near anyone who owned collared slaves, and certainly hadn’t seen one of those slaves receive orders from their owner. It was worlds away from the life led by the son of humble shop owners. Despite that distance, he felt certain that if it was common for a collared slave to have the reaction that Evie did, he certainly would have at least heard of it.

Her back arched. Her chest thrust forward, nipples hardening visibly through her clothes. Her chin came up, focus narrowing as a spark lit in her eyes. In the same instant, something else in those dark pupils flickered out, extinguished. Mui was witnessing a strange, incorporeal shift of Evie’s entire self. She was no longer the same person she had been a few seconds before.

“So.” Sara put her hands on her hips, looking around Mui’s tent. “We’ve got an hour. Any idea how you want to spend it?”

“I suppose that lying in silent, restful embrace isn’t an option?”

“What are you, gay?”

Mui blinked. That made… no sense. None whatsoever. Sara may as well have said, ‘what are you, purple?’

“Nevermind,” she said, flicking out a dismissive gesture. “Old Earth stuff, and a bad joke. Weird stereotypes and shit, don’t worry about it.”

“Ah,” he intoned. He took her advice, doing his best to discard the nonsensical oddity from his mind.

Sara’s inspection of the tent didn’t take long. As an Imperial Sergeant, Mui was afforded a space in the camp that was slightly larger than a common soldier, and which he was allowed to have to himself. There could have been room for a small writing desk and stool, though he didn’t have one. There were two latched wooden chests, one just large enough for his armor and sword, and another, noticeably smaller one that he had purchased himself, which contained his few personal belongings. It held his coin purse, letters from his family, and a whittling knife he’d paid too much for shortly after joining the army. The tent’s floor was bare dirt, though it wasn’t too dusty, having been thoroughly stamped down by the army’s marching boots, and his bedroll sat in the center of the open space. That was all. All told, the tent was not cramped with the three of them inside, but it wasn’t spacious, either.

With her strength returned, Sara casually used the side of her bare foot to boot aside his chest of armor, sending it skidding across the floor to press against the canvas wall, then, far more gently, picked up and set aside his personal belongings. That done, she grabbed his bedroll and, flicking a claw from her catfolk fingers out, slit it down the middle.

“You-!” He sputtered.

“Evie, have someone bring Mui a new bedroll when we’re done here.”

“Yes, Master,” she agreed tremulously, collar glowing. Even that mundane order had her wriggling in place; it seemed she drew pleasure from any command, no matter the context.

“Why did you destroy my bedding?” He demanded angrily. Or, more accurately, as angrily as he could when speaking to a beautiful woman wearing more of his dripping cum than she was clothing. Which was… not all that angry, he supposed.

“Didn’t want to fuck you on the dirt,” she said matter-of-factly.

“Fuck me on the dirt?”

“Yeah.” The bedroll, which had previously been sewn into a roll he could have slept inside, was tossed out onto the floor, covering twice the width. Sara’s tail flicked proudly, tip twisting small circles. “That’ll be good enough, I guess.”

“For what?”

Sara turned to stare down at him. He was still sitting. Even if Sara had set a torch to his arousal once more, she couldn’t do anything for the effort he’d exerted during their previous joining. His limbs were burning with exhaustion.

She didn’t seem to suffer from the same problem. She stepped up to him with a sultry smile, tongue hungrily curling across her snow-white whiskers. She was still pumping that absolutely intoxicating cocktail of pheromones into the warm air.

“I keep trying to get you to take charge, Mui,” she purred, “but you just won’t do it. I’ve got to tell you to do everything, even when I’m telling you to do what you already wanted to do.”

“Yes, well.” He cleared his throat with a cough. “I don’t want to… assume. It’s not wise to do with this sort of, ah, activity. Particularly with someone of your… stature?” It was supposed to be a statement, but it came out as a question.

“My stature?” She bent forward at the waist. Her breasts dangled right before him, her green eyes bright around slit pupils. “I was shorter than you, I was four Levels below you, and you had every kind of permission I could give you, yet you still couldn’t just get up there and take me like I wanted you to.”

“But-”

Her hand rose. Two fingers pressed against the bottom of his chin, shutting his mouth. She tilted his muzzle up, so they were staring into one another’s eyes.

“It’s alright if you’re not ready to throw yourself to the wind and just fuckin’ use me. I thought building a perfect little slut’s body just for you would do it, but apparently not. You’re still just a bit too submissive. Don’t worry, I’ll get you asserting yourself one day. But until then, I’m still going to make sure you feel good, okay?”

“O-oh?” Considering the intensity of what he’d just experienced, that was an almost ominous promise. “What does that mean?”

She answered with actions. Her thumb circled up and over his muzzle, holding it closed. The leer on her face was… predatory. There was no other word for it. She tugged on him, guiding him forward without raising his head, which meant that he…

Well.

He had to crawl.

Mui went in the direction she pulled him on all fours. She was so short that his nose was level with her cum-soaked pussy, which, unbelievably, was still leaking some of his semen down her fur.

Did she enhance it? She said she didn’t use her Blessings to change her partners, particularly not men, but… there was no way I could have spilled that much inside her, no? It’s everywhere.

It was a moot point. Hand over hand, knees brushing along the spread bedroll, he was losing himself in her scent once more. The flowery pheromones were bad enough on their own, but now there was the scent of raw, primal sex. Sweat and heavy breaths mingled in the air, joined even more torturously by Evie, who had begun to exude her own scent of arousal. Felines didn’t have the pheromones of purebred catfolk, but that hardly mattered with a woman like Evie. Without a single Divine Blessing to aid her, the scent of her desperation was palpable. Her thighs were pressed together where she knelt, but he knew from scent alone that she was leaking through her clothes. That a common woman could nearly equal the Divinely-enhanced intensity of Sara’s pheromones was… concerning. She wanted to be fucked like a drowning man wanted air; a matter not of want, but of need.

Between the two of them bombarding his senses, Mui’s chances to form a coherent thought were disappearing by the second. A haze was overcoming him. He stared straight ahead at Sara, at the crux of her legs, and felt his mouth begin to water. His tail was curling and twisting in random ways, uncontrollable even if he’d had the wherewithal to attempt it. He most definitely did not. He was lost in a trance, the heady scent of the space filling the narrow nooks and crannies of his mind. He barely noticed when Sara lifted his muzzle until he was sitting once more, and was only dimly aware that she’d released her grip on him. It was only when she began to circle around him, out of his line of sight, that he regained some semblance of awareness.

“Whuh… what is…?” He tried to say. His head was swimming. Every breath had him inhaling more intoxicants, more of the two women’s scents. Some dull, ignorant part of his mind registered that one of the women hadn’t yet been marked with his scent, and that bothered him. He wanted to do something about it, but he was too lost to form a plan for fixing the problem.

“Mui,” Sara whispered behind him. Her breath rolled across the back of his neck, making his fur stand on end. “You remember what Hurlish told you, don’t you? That I could be changing your body, but I wasn’t?”

“Mm-hm,” he mumbled in acknowledgement. He’d been baffled at that time, wondering why she should avoid such a wonderful Blessing, but later found himself grateful. Her concern about introducing insecurities in her partners was well-founded.

“Well,” she breathed, a husky whisper grazing across his left ear, “I can still do that. Make this even better for you. You said you didn’t want it in the past, but I think you did. Do you trust me?”

Better? How? He was floating on a pink, effervescent sea, his airways riddled with venomous delight. What could be better?

“Um…” He tried to turn around to look at her, but she didn’t let him. A gentle pressure at the base of his skull kept him looking forward. He gave his answer to the tent wall. “I… um… I trust you…”

“Will you let me see if you’re being honest? Can I use my Blessings to take a look at what you want?”

Every panting inhalation coated his lungs further in her intoxicating scent. Sara’s Divine perfection swirled alongside Evie’s exotic, pathetically hungry need. Neither alone was enough to reduce him to this state, but together? The Felines, designed by Fae to be the greatest of mortal beauties, standing alongside the Chosen of Lust in all her glory? There was nothing like it in all the world. There didn’t exist a more potent poison to the mind.

“Y-you… can…” he murmured.

A tug on his head. The world spun as he was drawn back, neck craning, until Sara’s upside-down face met his own.

When they made eye contact, he… he shuddered. Recoiled, even. Her eyes belonged to something else, something… inhuman.

No, not inhuman. Beyond human. It wasn’t Sara staring down at him. It was the Chosen of the Gods. A creature of unfathomable, unknowable power, brought down to this world to press a red-hot brand to the pages of history. He saw himself reflected in the dark of her eyes. All of himself. Every curled thought and tangled knot of his soul was, to her, a page of plain text.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Y-yes?”

“How bad do you want me to fuck you?”

“V-very.”

“Do you care how I fuck you?”

“Right now? N-no.”

She smiled.

The moment passed. The intensity of it, the all-seeing eye of the terrible creature that lay behind her face, fell closed. She’d not dug too deep. He’d been right to trust her. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he did. She’d asked what she’d wanted to know, searched only where the answers she sought would be found. He knew it with perfect, unerring certainty.

“Mui, Mui, Mui,” Sara purred, pulling his head back up, “how am I ever going to let you out of my claws again?”

As she manipulated him, molding his body like clay, the pheromones in the room seemed to recede. Not by much, true, but the all-consuming scent did begin to fade. From the impossible to improbable, perhaps. Like he was rising from a deep dream, his mind came back to him.

He found himself on his back. On the spread bedroll. Sara, still that snowy-white catfolk, kneeled between his spread legs. Evie was at her side, naked now, the spirals of her tattoo emerging from beneath her collar in enchanting displays.

Sara…

Sara had a cock.

“O-oh,” Mui stammered. As more of his normal self came to the forefront, he licked his whiskers nervously. “Ah. I see. That is… that is large.”

“It’s average, actually,” Sara said. Her hands stroked his thighs. “Dead average. Most common length for a catfolk’s cock you can find. Which, in case you were wondering, means it’s smaller than yours.”

He’d only seen his own, truth be told. Even naked, so long as one wasn’t sporting an erection, you couldn’t see much of a fellow catfolk’s cock. Nor a woman’s vagina, for that matter. Fur was convenient for that.

From this angle, when it hung from her hips, Sara’s cock didn’t look smaller than his. It didn’t even look average. It looked thick. Heavy. In a word, intimidating. He could see its three bulges, each longer and thicker than the last, and its tapered tip, already dripping with precum. It shook from side to side as she moved, and he could see her heartbeat, her very rapid heartbeat, in the way it bounced, leaving droplets of precum falling to splash across his bedding.

“W-we don’t have, ah, anything to use for…” He’d forgotten the word. The fluid that had eased her entrance into him during that night in the brothel.

“Won’t need it,” Sara assured him. “There’s a reason why I used my Blessings on you, Mui. I already know you like anal. But this?” She crawled forward. One hand thumped to the bedding off the right side of his ribs. The other landed on his stomach and began to slide downward. She grinned at him. “I’ve never actually done this trick before. Most of the time it’s the other way around.”

Questioning her was useless. That roaming hand was already on his hips, making him hiss, and it was still traveling down. His body decided to raise his hips, trying to thrust his throbbing erection into her touch, but she, shockingly, avoided it. Her hand scraped around and to the side, avoiding his cock entirely, making him whine in disappointment.

“What are you… oh, gods…”

He squeezed his eyes as a heat began to build. It started at the skin just beneath his cock and spread outward, an oozing warmth that couldn’t quite be called painful. It spread down and down, inch by inch, until a patch of his body felt searing to the touch. He tried to writhe, hips twisting from side to side, but Sara kept him pinned in place.

After several long seconds, the sensation seemed to reach its maximum extent. For a brief instant he thought it was done, but no. It began to seep inward. Down into his skin, through it, the same type of heat as a blade sinking into the skin, but far gentler, without pain. Like the heat of a fire warming him after falling into springwater, it wriggled through him, bringing a groaning, difficult to parse feeling that was, nonetheless, absolutely enjoyable. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt.

And then it got stranger.

Air brushed across him. Across his skin. Catfolk didn’t know what that felt like, not unless they’d suffered a wound that had left them bereft of fur. But he felt it between his legs all the same. The gentle rustling of air within the tent grazed across… something. Something in him— in him? No, it was definitely on him, yet it went inward too, the cool sensation spreading inexplicably beyond just the skin. He started to sit up, pressing himself up on his knees to inspect what she’d done to him, but was felled in an instant by one of the most bizarre things he’d ever felt.

Her thumb grazed across him. The smooth pad of it, without fur, brushed down what… what should have been blank skin. But it wasn’t. Her touch made him aware of something throbbing there, his heartbeat felt between his legs in a wholly unfamiliar manner. His cock jumped in response to the touch as a bolt of alien pleasure tore through him.

“There we go,” Sara practically cooed. “All done. It looks perfect.”

“What did you…”

Something… entered him. Just a touch, a fraction of an inch, but that was enough to have his legs clamping together, slapping against the outside of Sara’s thighs.

It wasn’t in his anus. Not at all. It felt nothing like it. Too high, too strange, too… wet?

“I’ve given plenty of girls a cock, you know,” Sara hummed thoughtfully. She kept lightly stroking his… something… as she spoke. “But I’ve never actually done the opposite. I wonder why that is? I guess I just like dicks. Getting stuffed full is really, really nice. I’ve always been one of the lucky girls that can get off on penetration alone, y’know. And I love sucking dick, too. So I guess I figured why I shouldn’t give all the pretty women a chance to have their dick sucked by me, right?”

Mui understood what was happening now. His heart thumped wildly in his chest. He didn’t know what to do about it, what to say, so he lay there, paralyzed, struggling to swallow the undignified vocalizations that the lightest of touches wanted to pull from him.

“Looking at this? I think I was being boring. Unoriginal. This is really something. The best of both worlds.”

With one finger still lazily trailing along his… his lower lips… she brought her other hand to his cock. Wrapped her hand around it. Once again his body tried to thrust up into her touch, but she put a stop to that with contemptuous ease. She began to lazily stroke his dick.

“How does it feel? This part, I mean. Your cock. I left it just for you. Still good?”

His answer was a moan that was, just barely, too low a pitch to be called a whine.

“Good, good.” She reached between her legs, swiped her fingers through her own pussy, and used that to begin stroking him slightly faster, humming thoughtfully. “Y’know, every time I gave a girl a cock for the first time, they could barely talk. It was too much for them. Didn’t last two seconds— always adorable, by the way— and they turned into limp little messes pretty quickly. Isn’t that right, Evie?”

The collared woman looked up in surprise, blinking several times. “I wouldn’t say that I-”

“Tell the truth from now on.”

She shuddered, her cheeks coloring as she looked away. “The first time you gave me a cock, I… I believe I lasted approximately twenty seconds before reaching climax.”

“Good girl.” Evie whimpered at the praise, but Sara simply turned her attention back to Mui. “You hear that? It’s always so, so good your first time. Hard to resist. Impossible, basically. You’ve never felt anything like this. So there’s no point in trying to hold back.” She chuckled a little to herself. “Not that you could if you tried. It might be fun to see that, actually. I’m barely touching your cock and you’re dripping on my hand.”

It was true. The lazy, slow strokes had left its entire length slick with his precum.

“But…” Sara said in a sing-song voice, “not as dripping wet as you are down here.”

Her finger entered him again. Just to the first knuckle, maybe even less, but it was… he didn’t even have the words. He gasped sharply, and for once, rather than lifting his hips, he tried to shove himself down. That was a new instinct. So, too was the attempt at closing his thighs when she drew her finger from him.

“This is— are you really sure we should—”

“Don’t worry, Mui. Just trust me.”

He didn’t have much of a choice. She had her hands on both his thighs, keeping his legs spread. Her cock (gods that couldn’t truly be merely average, could it?) was resting against his… against his…

“It’s your pussy,” she said, as if reading his thoughts. “Your vagina. Your cunt. Whatever you want to call it. Trust me, just because I let you keep your dick, it isn’t anything different. I just gave you both.”

He wanted to ask something, but he didn’t have the faintest clue what questions were even available to him. Anxiety warred against arousal across a battlefield of confusion, his mind littered with the craters created by their clashes. As Sara adjusted herself, her cock rubbing against his when she pulled her hips back, he clung desperately to one simple fact: she’d said he would enjoy this. And he trusted her.

The head of her cock dropped off his hips. Bounced once. And then was stilled by a slight twitch forward, which put it… put it against his…

Pussy.

Every strand of fur on his body stood on end. He could feel her resting there, pouring heat into him. Leaking precum against his slick. His arousal. His pussy’s juices were dripping down onto her cock.

When she’d fucked him from behind, when she’d taken him in that way, it had been enjoyable. Profoundly so. But there was still the discomfort of it. The adjustment. Sara probably could have changed his body to remove that, to shift his body to be more accommodating, but when she could do this? Could take his body and mold it like clay?

She could claim him. Claim him as he had claimed her. Pour her seed into his deepest depths. Leave him marked with her essence, declaring to all with the proper senses that he had been set aside. His scent on her meant little in comparison; who would dare believe that some lowly sergeant had truly staked his claim in the twice-married Divine Chosen? No one.

But her claiming him? Oh. Oh, they would all believe that, wouldn’t they? No one would question it. He had always envied catfolk women for that: the ability to prove that they were in the grasp of another. If she did this, if she spilled herself deep inside him, her scent would linger on him for days. Weeks, maybe. Unlike the Divine Chosen, whose body was as variable as her illusions, no amount of washing would rid him of her mark. He would be hers, and everyone would know it.

Without conscious thought, his legs spread. His cock throbbed powerfully, enough that it flicked a drop of precum onto his chest, but he barely noticed that appendage at the moment. All his mind was on the steel rod waiting at his core’s entrance.

“Are you ready?” Sara asked.

He nodded.

She began to slide in.

His fingers twisted in the bedding, turning them into knotted, shredded wads. He felt himself being split open, and it was almost a burn, like muscles straining too far. If he had been bedding anyone other than Sara, it might have hurt. But it didn’t. Instead the way he slowly stretched open to accommodate her was exquisite.

He was panting as heavily as he ever had. Sara watched his face closely, even as her eyes lidded and she blew out her own tense breath.

“Fuck, Mui,” she grunted. “I might’ve made you too tight.”

He could only shake his head in disagreement and spread his legs further. Sara kept diving into him.

He hadn’t been ready. How could he be? It was similar in many ways to when Sara had taken him before, but now… now this was his pussy. And she was a catfolk. Their bodies were meant for this, their anatomies a lock and key. He was being filled. Sara’s cock slipped into him bit by bit, inch by inch, until she stopped at the first thick bulge. He felt it resting against his entrance. Gods, it felt so big.

“Deeper,” he breathed. “I’m ready.”

Sara smirked. “Is this what it takes for me to give you an order? Bottoming for me? I mean, I’m not gonna complain, but I would have thought that—”

He wrapped his legs around her waist, ankles overlapping, and pulled her in. She fell forward a touch, that thick bulge shoving up against his soaking embrace, but she reacted too quickly to let it go all the way in.

She laughed. “Alright. I guess I’ve taught you that trick too many times for me to be surprised you picked it up.” She shook herself like she was readying for a duel, tail shaking out behind her, and then moved her hands from his thighs to his hips. Lifting him up, his ass off the ground, she began to drag him onto her cock.

Mui’s paltry attempts to maintain some type of dignity fled. His low, guttural moan broke apart into a needy whine, one that came from the back of his throat and blew out of his nose, because his jaw was clenched too tight. He felt the first bulge of Sara’s cock pop into him, spreading him open even further, and…

Came.

White stars dashed across his vision as his cock began to spurt thick, heavy strings of cum. Seeing it in the light of day, rather than buried in Sara’s cunt, he became certain that she’d done something to him. Ropes of cum shot into the air a foot or more, splashing down against her tits, their stomachs, his trembling sending it left to right as well, leaving puddles of seed on the bedding as well behind him.

Sara reacted quickly. With a gleeful laugh, she grabbed the base of his cock and began to pump, fingers dancing up and down his shaft with an expertise born of untold experience. He moaned, and whined, and groaned, and generally lost himself in the rush of a climax he’d never seen coming, shivering all the way through.

Sara didn’t even let him finish cumming before she’d sent another wave of arousal into him. Even as he fell back on the bedroll, she was beginning to push forward once more. He never even felt the post-orgasmic sensitivity. For her, that was a pointless inconvenience.

“See?” She kept stroking him, squeezing out the last drops of his climax. “I told you it’d be quick.”

Some part of him wanted to be embarrassed. He’d cum that quick? Had it even been half a minute? Yet in that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Sara’s cock was still pressing forward, and it was almost to the second bulge.

He was more ready this time. With his legs still around her hips, he grit his teeth. He wasn’t sure if it was in nervous apprehension or eager anticipation. Probably both. It felt so good. He was so full. And there was more to come.

There wasn’t even the faux-burn of before when her second bulge began to spread him open. His body welcomed her eagerly, the quivering aftershocks of his prior climax doing their best to suck her further in.

He closed his eyes and tossed his head against the bedding as the second bulge popped into him. He and Sara both swore in different tones, and his cock kept throbbing, dripping, covered in his own cum.

The third was the largest. The best. He knew that now, he had firm opinions on it, that the largest one would be the best. Each had been better than the last. The body she’d given him was built for it. For being hilted, for that thick bulge to stuff him full and, when she’d had her fill of him, to leave his pussy full of her cum, leaving that wide bulge inside for long enough that none of it was allowed to escape. He threw himself up into her, whispering curses and demands.

“Come on,” he hissed. “What are you waiting for? I’m not a virgin, you’ve seen to that well enough, haven’t you?”

Sara laughed even louder this time. “Oh, I can barely fuckin’ believe it. All I needed to get some bite out of you was a bit of cock stuffed in your pussy. Who would have guessed?”

“Yes, yes, now hurry up!”

Her demeanor flashed into something hungry. Her claws dug into his hips, lifting him up as she growled. “Yes, sir.”

Without preamble, warning, or the slightest windup, Sara slammed him down onto her cock.

He cried out. It was wonderful. Filling. Leaving him bursting with delight and a crazed, animalistic satisfaction. She was everywhere in him. He was wrapped around her, his walls squeezing down on her cock, and it felt like nothing else.

And then she began to thrust.

It was everything he’d hoped for. The steady slap of her hips felt like it was sending her cock up into his gods-damned stomach. He could feel her twitching, could watch ecstasy ripple across her face as she threw herself forward and back, tits bouncing on her chest. It was so satisfying. The filling, the friction, the feel of her cock and the precum he could feel spilling from her almost constantly. His cock bounced in the air between them, forgotten by her as she closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure his body was giving her.

I’m doing that, he marveled. My body is. She’s losing herself in me.

Every time she hilted herself in him, it was a new height of pleasure. Again and again, over and over, each slap of their hips pulling puffs of breath from them both. The pheromones in the room were still dizzyingly potent, but they were nothing next to seeing Sara, the Divine Chosen, absolutely basking in his body. She snarled and panted, her tongue hanging out as she closed her eyes.

“Faster,” he whispered. She didn’t hear him, so he said it louder. “Faster!”

“F-fucking really?” She gasped out, even as she listened. “Gods, what’s gotten into you?”

“You have!” He half-moaned, half laughed. “Gods, this is… I’m so full.”

“Yeah? How about-” He bucked his hips, just to see if he could ruin her composure as she had done so many times to him. It did; she cut off with a gasp, stuttering her way through the rest of her sentence. “-fuck! H-how about if we… fucking hell, Mui…” She shook her head. “Evie!”

The Feline, practically forgotten to Mui, appeared at Sara’s side. She stood in a flash, pulled down her pants and undergarments, and straddled him, glancing down at him with a smug grin.

“You’re doing an excellent job of pleasing my Master. You’ve earned a reward.”

With that, her dripping pussy sank down onto his cock, seizing it in her molten embrace.

Mui threw his head back as his vision went white. There was nothing to compare to this. Being filled by one woman, filling another. It was so unbelievable, so implausible, that he had no choice but to bask in it. There was nothing left but pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Evie climaxed in short order. She’d been watching from afar for too long, her fingers buried in her cunt, and his stiff cock was enough to send her to the very precipice. When Sara’s hand came around to her clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, she fell forward with a cry, her small breasts pressing against his chest as she clamped down on him. Rather than allow her to set her own pace, Sara grabbed Evie’s hips, lifting her and dropping her down on Mui’s cock, using her as nothing more than a… a toy for his pleasure.

He was surrounded by sex. By shameless, hedonistic joy. Sara dragged Evie’s limp body up and sprouted a tongue a foot long, shoving it down her wife’s throat in a way that made her begin to silently convulse, climax redoubled, and all the while Sara kept driving her hips forward, dropping Evie’s cunt onto his cock.

Every thrust of this mindless, wild joining of bodies made his old orgasms seem paltry in comparison. Sara and Evie were quivering, gasping, and swearing, and it was because of him. He tried to summon up the old anxieties of months past, the fears of who cared for them or why they were doing this with him, but there was nothing to be found. This was too good. He could believe, well and truly, that this was all they were here for.

One by one, they lost themselves to the heat of the moment. Evie went first, of course. Her climaxes came quicker and quicker, one after the other, until she was left nothing more than a shuddering, whimpering mess, lost in mindless pleasure. The only words left to her mushy brain was a low, repetitive mantra of use me, use me, use me, repeated endlessly.

Mui lost himself next. He’d been trying to thrust into Evie, or trying to grind himself against Sara’s cock, but he could only manage it for so long. It wasn’t long before those hard, pounding thrusts took him apart, turning his muscles to jelly, leaving his joints loose and wobbly. He let out little hiccuping moans, curses started and abandoned halfway through the first insensible syllable.

Sara lasted the longest. Of course she did. But it wasn’t that much longer. As Mui fell back to the floor, giving in to the irresistible ecstasy of her mechanical fucking, she bent herself low. Evie was splayed on his torso, writhing in place, and Sara came down on top of her, sandwiching Evie between herself and Mui. She grabbed his shoulders for leverage and began to shove him down onto her cock, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust.

Mui knew it was coming. He couldn’t wait for it. His body, altered to her whims— their whims— was demanding it. When her cock jumped inside him, thickening in place, he felt his stomach begin to flutter. When she let out a low, guttural growl, he answered with a whine of his own, just enough strength returning for him to wrap his legs around her waist once more.

She wrapped her arms under his armpits so they came clamping down on his shoulders. Evie was mewling like a kitten, her hand between her thighs, rubbing wildly against her clit. As her cock throbbed once more, Sara smashed her scent gland against his in a wild, thoughtless depravity, uncaring of what it meant, of who would smell them in the coming days.

Her cock rammed against his cervix. It sent lightning up his spine and fire through his veins. She bit down on his shoulder, drawing blood, and he did the same to her, keeping all three of them intertwined.

And she came.

This climax wasn’t like anything else. His consciousness was shot up and away, out of his body, floating on bright, fluffy clouds. He was aware, dimly, of the physical process his body underwent, but it was a distant thing. Evie mewled in delight as his cock began to pump cum into her, his hips thrust up into them both, and he clamped down on Sara’s cock, but that was all a distant, forgotten thought next to her.

Seed. Filling him. Taking him. Claiming him. He felt it burying deep inside, inextricable and so, so potent. He had no idea how she and her wives didn’t have a dozen children already; it was so thick, so beautiful, so, so… so perfect. He couldn’t believe it. Nothing should feel this good. But it did.

He floated like that for a time. Every throbbing leap of her cock sent him to a new cloud of delight, leaving him floating through the skies of pleasure. Even the pain of her jaws latched onto his shoulder, and the corresponding taste of iron in his mouth from where he’d bitten down on her, was itself a new kind of pleasure. In that moment, everything was pleasurable. A knife in the ribs probably would have felt like a lovely massage. That he could still feel Evie’s cunt milking him, seed dripping down between all of them? There was simply no word for it.

He didn’t fall asleep this time. He often did with Sara, but not this time. He fought the exhaustion with all he had for no reason other than the fact that he wanted to ensure he felt as much of it as he could. They lay together, the three of them, two lovers and… well, he still wasn’t sure what Evie was to him, but she felt good, and that’s all he cared about in the moment.

Evie, of all people, was the first to stir. Or rather she tried to; it turned out that Sara and Mui had never actually unlatched their jaws from one another’s shoulders, leaving their scent glands locked together, leaving her quite trapped. She had to pat them both several times to get them to open their eyes, and even when they did, neither he nor Sara actually released their bite on the other.

“Master. Master, we must get ready for the Officer’s Event.”

“Afhucukhtaaa,” Sara responded.

“You can’t just say ‘fuck that’ to this meeting, Master,” Evie said gently. “You promised your father, remember.”

“Mmuuughghh…”

With a terribly reluctant groan, Sara’s dagger teeth slipped out of Mui’s skin. Reluctantly, he did the same.

A new scent wafted through the air as they separated. A conjoined one, unique to this evening. The mere scent of it was enough to make his cock throb in Evie, even without the aid of Sara’s Blessings.

“Sorry, Mui,” Sara muttered tiredly. She yawned. “Gotta go do all this bullshit. Thanks for the good time.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, with a hefty dose of sarcasm.

“Hey, don’t be putting yourself down,” she chided. “You played a big role in that. And we made good progress!” She gave his cheek a fond, if slightly patronizing, pat. “Pretty sure we discovered that you’re a power bottom.”

“What?”

“Master will explain later,” Evie interjected. “Until then, we have work to do. You still haven’t tried on the dress you will be wearing, and you still need to—”

Sara flicked Evie’s ear. The woman cried out and collapsed like she’d been shot, another rippling orgasm torturing Mui’s far-too-sensitive cock.

“Don’t pretend you’re all sober and mature right now,” Sara snorted. “I’ll get ready soon. Just let me…”

She began to pull out of Mui.

He locked his legs tighter around her.

“Yeah,” she snorted. “Power bottom. And a greedy one, too.”

It would be several minutes more before she and Evie finally did leave his tent, disguised as random, unremarkable Imperial soldiers. Rolling over on his bed, uncaring of the sticky mess he was covered in, Mui couldn’t understand why they bothered. It wasn’t as if anyone would miss the scent that soaked him from head to toe.

Who cares what this relationship is? He thought as he began to fall into blissful sleep. So long as there are more evenings like that, I couldn’t care less for a label.

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