Chapter 12

The lanterns burned, shadows slipping over sweating flesh. The heavy air was thick with moans and desperate mewing. Six cat girls hung from their shackles, their tails twitching, their thighs trembling. Six wolf girls quivered and writhed, their ears flattened, their bodies shaking as they whined and whimpered, their slits glistening.

Kaya slipped her claws between the thighs of a chained cat girl, golden eyes went dark and serious, her playful smirk gone. The captive was tiny, sleek, trembling with need, her pink fur matted with sweat. Kaya’s hand moved slowly at first, fingers teasing the victim, stroking along her slit, flicking her clit. The cat girl whimpered, eyes rolling up, hips jerking forward in their chains.

“Easy...” Kaya whispered, her other hand brushing damp hair from the girl’s face. “We’re getting it out. Just let go for me, kitten.”

Beside her, Neyla crouched at another cat’s thighs, fingers already slick, stroking fast, tight circles over a trembling clit. The cat girl’s moans turned frantic, her back arching, chains clattering above her head as her whole body chased relief. Her eyes rolled, her toes curling, and then her moans broke into a ragged gasp, her pussy pulsing. Wet heat spilled onto Neyla’s fingers, the captive shuddering and straining.

“Cum for me, sweet thing. Let it go, let it all out...”

At the opposite wall, Yvara and Miel moved together along the line of wolf girls. Yvara’s emerald skin gleamed, her gold eyes tender, but her touch was anything but gentle: two fingers worked deep inside a gray-furred wolf, her thumb circling the swollen nub above. The wolf girl snarled, drooled, her tongue hanging out, legs spread wide as her body jerked helplessly, her hips rolling into the pumping fingers.

Miel was gentler. She pressed kisses to a trembling thigh, her other hand softly stroking the folds of a black-furred wolf.

“Shhh...” she crooned, breath warm over the captive’s clit. “Let it out. Don’t fight it. I know it hurts.”

Her tongue darted out, lapping delicately at the glistening slit, and the wolf girl’s whole body seized, a wild, choking sob bursting free as her orgasm finally broke.

Kaya slid two fingers into the pink cat girl, pressing up, curling just so. Her thumb flicked the girl’s clit, and she watched as the girl’s whole body stiffened, toes curling, hips straining against the iron. The moans grew into cries, high, broken, desperate for more.

The room was a symphony of relief and shame: squelching, gasping, wet cries echoing off the stone. Juices ran down thighs, pooled on the floor, splattered Kaya’s wrist as she pumped her fingers. Neyla’s cat shuddered, let out a strangled scream, and squirted, clear fluid spurting over Neyla’s hand and splashing the ground.

On the other side, Yvara had two fingers buried in a wolf’s slit, wrist working furiously. The wolf’s hips bucked, tail slapping the stone, mouth open in a silent howl. Miel switched to another, her mouth sealing over a glistening clit, tongue flicking with frantic care. Each orgasm ripped through the girls like a cleansing flood. Bodies jerking, trembling, sweat shining, thighs smeared with proof of their relief.

“It’s working, Human.” Kaya glanced up, lips wet, eyes wild. “I can feel it ... their scent’s changing, they’re not burning so hot anymore. But there’s so much left in them.”

“The food...” Yvara’s hand didn’t slow, her voice thick. “It was made to keep them on edge for days. We have to get it all out or they’ll beg to be fucked by anyone who walks in.”

“That’s it, let it go ... again ... all of it, all for me.” Neyla slid her fingers deeper into her cat girl, working the spot she knew would make the girl gush again. “Good girl,” she whispered, mouth close to a twitching ear.

One after another, the chained girls shattered. Cat girls sobbed, legs shaking, juice splattering the stone. Wolf girls howled, cum spraying down their thighs, backs arching as Yvara and Miel wrung every last spasm from their bodies. Kaya switched hands, fingers sliding into another desperate pussy, her thumb never leaving the clit. She worked her wrist in quick, hard circles, face intent, letting the relief roll through her charge.

The room became a loop of desperate relief: chain-rattling, flesh-slapping, cries blending together, the goblin girls’ hands never still. Orgasm after orgasm, until the captives sagged in their chains, spent, eyelids fluttering, sweat cooling on their skin.

But all of that was in the background of what was in front of me.

Syli.

I stepped closer to her, my chest tight with guilt and hunger. Her single crimson eye fluttered, glazed with the fire of the drug, unfocused but desperate. Sweat slicked every inch of her pale body, muscles trembling with need. Her wrists were shackled high above her, arms stretched, chest thrust forward. Chains at her ankles forced her legs wide, baring everything, her soft blue tail limp against the wall. Her breathing was ragged, every inhale a whine, every exhale a sob.

“H-Human...” she whimpered, voice raw, barely there. Her hips rolled in little helpless circles, seeking friction that never came, her pussy drooling in long, glistening strings down her thighs.

“Syli,” I whispered, stepping in close, touching her cheek. “I’m here. I’m going to help you.”

She shuddered, her head falling back, that single eye locking on me, wild and pleading.

“Please ... please ... Need you. Please...”

I pressed my lips to hers, swallowing her desperate moan. She melted into the kiss, tongue hot and frantic, biting at my mouth. My hands traced her body, fingers ghosting down her neck, over the sharp points of her nipples. She jerked against me, a sob of relief tearing from her lips.

I kissed down her throat, over the hollow between her collarbones. Her whole body quaked. My hands slid to her breasts. Small, perfect, tight with need. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, pinched and tugged, and she screamed for me.

Her hips bucked, her body chained wide, offering her to me. I fell to my knees before her, burying my face between her thighs. Her fur was soaked, her pussy gushing, her clit throbbing under my tongue. I licked her. Long, deep strokes. Flattening my tongue from the bottom of her slit to her clit, swirling over her swollen nub.

Syli wailed, tugging hard at the chains, her back arching until her feet left the floor. I flicked my tongue fast and hard, then sucked her clit between my lips, letting my teeth scrape her just enough to make her thrash. My fingers pushed inside her, two at first, then three, spreading her wide, pressing deep. She clenched and bucked, the chains groaning above her, every muscle pulled taut.

“Please! Need it, need you, need to cum...” Her voice broke, every syllable high and broken.

I drove my fingers harder, curling them up to find the spot that made her howl, while I sucked and licked and worked her over. Her orgasm hit her like a storm. She screamed, body jerking, thighs snapping shut around my head. I kept going, merciless, letting her ride the peak, never slowing. Her cries turned into helpless sobs, hips rolling, begging for more.

As she came down, I stood, wiping her slick from my mouth, cock throbbing and wet with need. I worked fast and pressed the head against her slit, rubbing up and down, soaking myself in her juices. Her eye found mine, dazed but fierce, lips parted, begging.

“Please ... need you, please, fuck me, fill me, use me, make it stop...”

I lined up and drove in, burying myself to the hilt with a single savage thrust. She screamed, head thrown back, chains rattling. Her pussy gripped me like a fist. Hot, wet, tight. I grabbed her hips, steadying her, and began to fuck her hard. Every thrust slammed her into the wall, her body bouncing, small breasts jiggling, sweat flying from her skin.

Syli’s moans were animal, raw, and broken.

“Yes ... yes ... yes, fuck me, harder, please, please, make me cum, don’t stop, don’t stop...”

I did as she begged. I pounded her, using her body, fucking her like she was made for nothing else. Every thrust forced another scream from her lips, her pussy clamping down, milking me. I reached up, pinched her nipples again, twisted until she was sobbing, then drove my thumb against her clit, grinding as I slammed deep.

Her second orgasm ripped through her, her whole body convulsing, pussy spasming around my cock, juices squirting out, drenching my balls, running down her thighs. She howled, chest heaving, eye wide and wild. I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting, never letting her down, fucking her through the climax and into another, then another, chasing every ounce of the drug from her system with my cock.

By the seventh time she came, her voice was hoarse, moans reduced to choked, wet sounds. Tears streaked her cheeks, but her hips never stopped moving, driving herself onto me, desperate for every inch.

“I’m here,” I whispered, panting, sweat dripping from my brow. “I’m not stopping until you’re free. Until you’re mine again. Cum for me, Syli. Cum for me, good girl.”

She broke, again and again, body wracked with pleasure and release, chains the only thing holding her upright. I felt her walls flutter, clamp, milk me as she lost herself, until finally ... Finally, the aphrodisiacs seemed to break. Her eye found mine, clear for the first time, lips trembling.

“Human...” she gasped. “You ... you brought me back. I can feel you. I can feel...”

I thrust hard one last time, driving deep, letting myself go. I filled her, spilling inside, hot cum painting her insides. She sobbed, her lips parting, her pussy rippling around me, drawing every last drop. When I finished, I stepped back, her slit releasing me with a wet sound, a gush of white dripping down her thighs.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, putting my arms around her and pulling her into a tight embrace. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, Syli.”

“It’s okay, Human,” she mumbled, her head on my shoulder. “You came for me. That’s all that matters.”

“Of course I did. I would never abandon you, or any of the others.”

I pulled away and looked down at her, stroking her damp hair.

“Let’s get these chains off you.”

I glanced up at Kaya, who was already coming towards me. She carried a ring of keys and quickly started undoing the shackles, each one unlocking and dropping to the floor with a thunk. The last shackle dropped, and Syli sagged against me, her body spent, her breathing soft and even.

Kaya tossed the keys to Neyla and Yvara, and Miel, who’d been working on the other girls.

“Get those cuffs off the others,” I said.

“Already ahead of you,” Neyla said, working the last cuff.

“All done,” Yvara and Miel said together, as the last cuff fell to the floor.

“Thanks, girls,” I said, looking at them, smiling.

“Human, you must really like that bitch. You fucked her for a while,” Kaya said, leaning into me, her tits pressing into my arm, her eyes fixed on the wolf girl.

“Who’s this?” Syli asked, still leaning against me, her head turning to look at the cat girl.

“That’s Kaya,” I said, gesturing at the cat girl. “She helped me find a way to get to you. If it wasn’t for her, we wouldn’t have made it here.”

“Oh,” Syli said, looking her up and down, her expression flat. “Didn’t think I’d owe a pussy anything.”

Kaya’s eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and her tail flicked the air behind her.