Chapter 13

The world returned in ripples of sensation. For a moment, I drifted somewhere soft and dark, floating on the memory of release and relief. But then the dull ache of exhaustion faded, and something warm and wet pulled me fully back. I blinked, unsure if I was dreaming.

There was heat around the head of my cock, a soft pressure, the gentle suck and release of lips. I inhaled, muscles tightening, the memory of the night before colliding with the sharp, vivid pleasure crawling up my spine. I let my head fall back into the pillow, eyes fluttering shut again, trying to chase the fog away and give myself to the feeling.

A tongue traced along the underside of my shaft, slow and patient, and I let my breath leave in a shaky exhale. The heat of her mouth was exquisite, not the frantic need of someone burning, but a slow savoring, as if she had all the time in the world to taste me. My cock twitched, the morning wood hardening and thickening, and her lips curved around the crown, her soft moan humming through me. She took me deeper, the soft walls of her mouth sliding down, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, a shiver running through me so deep it felt like it echoed in my bones.

I forced my eyes open, needing to see.

Syli was between my thighs, knees tucked under her, blue fur ruffled from sleep, one slender hand wrapped around the base of my cock. Her crimson eyes were both visible from her messy bed head, but both were focused down below, watching her own fingers move over me, her thumb caressing my sack, her ears twitching forward, listening to every hitch in my breath, every shift in my pulse. Her mouth slid lower, and when the tip of my cock brushed the back of her throat, her lips tightened around the shaft, her tongue cradling me. Her hair tumbled around her face as she worked, the blue strands spilling down her cheeks, soft and silky, brushing the tops of my thighs.

She was gentle, as if worshipping me with every slow pull. Each movement sent small shocks up my spine, pleasure curling in my gut, building but never peaking, just rising in slow, perfect waves. I could see the wetness smeared at the corners of her mouth, the faint flush blooming on her face. My hips trembled, but I held still, not wanting to break the spell of her devotion.

Beside me, warmth pressed close. Kaya was curled into my side, her body a lithe line of gold and onyx, arm slung across my stomach, one bare leg tangled with mine. Her head was tucked into my shoulder, her breath a soft whisper on my neck. She was still lost to sleep, her chest rising and falling in time with the purr rumbling deep in her throat. Each exhale was a brush of silk, her nipples grazing my skin, her tail flicking against my thigh.

I turned my head, watching her for a moment. The tension in her body had melted away, the constant feline arrogance replaced by something soft and unguarded. Her face, pressed to my shoulder, was peaceful, lips parted, lashes fluttering in dreams. She murmured once in her sleep, the purr never breaking rhythm, the tip of her tail twitching against my leg. I reached up and stroked her hair absently, fingers slipping through golden strands, feeling the warmth of her skin under my hand.

But there was another gaze on me, a heat that prickled across my skin in a different way.

Across from us, Neyla sat on the floor, the black leather she’d worn last night stripped away, replaced by bare skin and a lazy smile. Her ponytail hung over her shoulder, and she tilted her head, watching in silence, lips parted, eyes wide and bright, drinking in the sight of Syli’s mouth on my cock, Kaya’s naked body curled around me.

She didn’t move, didn’t touch herself, just watched, her knees drawn up, arms resting on them, every inch of her posture poised between patience and hunger. Her gaze flickered over my body, lingering on the slow bob of Syli’s head, the shine of spit on my cock, the faint tremble in my hips. She watched the shiver that ran through me when Syli drew her tongue up the underside, sucking the head between soft lips, swirling, milking me with a slow devotion that made my breath catch.

I let my eyes drift shut, giving myself over to the moment. Syli’s mouth was heaven, each slow suck was a promise of loyalty, each flick of her tongue a worship. I felt the pressure growing, a wonderful ache in my balls, the heat coiling tighter with every gentle stroke. I reached down, threading my fingers through her hair, stroking her ear, feeling the tremor that passed through her at my touch.

Kaya shifted beside me, pressing closer in her sleep, her thigh brushing higher, the soft curves of her breasts pressing harder. Her purr grew louder, a vibration that buzzed against my ribs, and she nuzzled deeper, her cheek brushing my chest, lips grazing my skin.

Syli swallowed me again, deeper this time, her nose brushing my stomach. She held me there, throat fluttering around my cock, then pulled back, tongue tracing the slit, tasting the bead of precum that welled up. She moaned, the sound soft, needy, almost grateful. The vibration rolled up my shaft, dragging a small gasp from my throat.

Her pace never changed, slow, deliberate, savoring every inch. My body trembled, the urge to thrust nearly overwhelming, but I held back, letting her lead. I could feel the end building, the pressure mounting with every gentle pull, every soft swirl of her tongue. My cock throbbed in her mouth, and I tangled my fingers in her hair, tightening my grip just enough to tell her I was close.

She knew.

She sucked harder, her lips sealing tight, her tongue flicking that sensitive spot just beneath the head. Her cheeks hollowed, drawing every drop of pleasure from me, never once letting up. I stayed perfectly still, letting the waves build, letting her take everything at her own pace. My release hit, thick and powerful, the pressure cresting all at once. The first surge of cum filled her mouth, hot and heavy, and she didn’t falter. Her throat worked, swallowing fast, never spilling a drop, every gulp sending a shudder through her body.

I could feel her tongue pressing beneath the shaft, massaging, coaxing more from me as the next pulse followed, then another, and another. Each thick load of seed poured into her mouth, and still she swallowed it all, her throat flexing with each swallow, her ears twitching, her tail trembling. The orgasm dragged, lasting longer than I could have imagined. Syli was milking me like her life depended on it, her body shaking as she drank.

She never broke rhythm, not even as the aftershocks hit and my cock kept throbbing, kept feeding her more. The pleasure stretched out as she drew out every last drop, letting none escape. Even when the flow slowed, she kept her lips sealed around me, her tongue working gently, making sure not a trace was wasted. I could feel her swallow again, and again, the motion impossibly erotic, her devotion absolute.

Only when I was completely empty, spent and lightheaded, did she let me slip from her mouth. Her lips closed over the tip one last time, sucking softly, as if to savor the very last drops. She licked her lips, cheeks flushed, a shimmer of satisfaction in her crimson eyes as she looked up at me. Then she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a smile growing across her face, then climbed up to curl against my other side, tucking herself into the space beneath my arm, her head on my chest, her breath warm against my skin.

I let out a long, slow breath, sinking into the pillow, Kaya on one side, Syli on the other, Neyla watching with bright, green eyes. The heat of their bodies sank into me, and the soft, sweet scent of them clung to the air, soothing and familiar. The room was quiet, and for a heartbeat, the only sounds were the gentle rumble of Kaya’s purr and the patter of the rain on the tent’s canvas.

We hadn’t stayed in Windend a moment longer than we needed. After freeing the wolf and cat girls and leaving Miel and Yvara to handle the situation, Neyla led us back to her little house on the edge of town. We moved quickly, collecting what we needed, what ever we could fit in our single bag. Some food and water, a sack of coins, and two bed rolls that clipped to the top. Then we grabbed a tent she had tucked in the back of her closet and a pair of lanterns.

There was no rush, no curious eyes. Leaving was absurdly easy. No one stopped us, no one cared. We simply walked out into the drizzle, and the gate closed behind us, and we walked into the forest’s embrace, and didn’t look back.

Hours slipped by as Neyla led us back to the main path. By the time the moon was directly above us, we were all tired and ready for rest. After setting up the tent and laying out the bedrolls, both Syli and Kaya began to fight over who got to share the bedroll with me. Neyla watched from the corner, her arms crossed, a smile on her face, her eyes flashing with amusement.

The two girls argued until I put an end to it. I told them they would have to learn to share, and if they couldn’t, they could sleep outside. The threat of being kicked out of the tent seemed to do the trick, and they both stopped their bickering and crawled into the bedroll with me. Each of my thighs covered by one of theirs, an arm from each of them slung over my chest, their heads tucked into my shoulders.

Now it’s morning, my cock freshly sucked, the girls curled against me, and the world stretching before us.

“Why did she do that?” Neyla whispered, her voice gentle, curious.

I looked down at Syli, who had already fallen back asleep, her eyes shut, her ear twitching as she dreamed.

“Do what?” I asked, stroking her ear, the tip of her tail thumping against my leg.

“She woke up, saw you were hard, and started sucking your cock. I mean, I get the point. She was trying to make you cum, which she did. But why?”

“I told her I can’t start my day unless my morning wood is taken care of,” I said, letting the smirk linger a second longer than it should.

Neyla’s eyes sparkled. She pressed her lips together, holding in a laugh, then let it out as a gentle giggle.

“Uh-huh. Is that so?” she whispered, her voice low so Syli wouldn’t hear. She leaned in, her ponytail swishing. “That’s your story, then?”

“It’s close enough to the truth,” I whispered back, glancing over at Syli as she curled tighter against my chest, oblivious and sleeping. “Besides, she likes taking care of me in the morning. Gives her purpose.”

“You know, you’re a terrible liar.” Neyla grinned, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe. But you’re not going to blow my cover, are you?” I whispered.

“Not a chance.” She shook her head, a smile growing wider. “You two are cute ... You three are cute, honestly. Besides, I’m having way too much fun just watching.”

“Well, we are about to go on a long journey together, so get used to seeing this kind of stuff.” I smiled and ran a hand through Syli’s soft blue hair. “And I appreciate you playing along.”

She lifted her shoulders in a small shrug and brushed a stray strand of black hair back behind her ear.

“We all need little lies sometimes. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” She paused, tilting her head, eyes widening. “And as for what I’m seeing, I worked at a sex house. I’ve seen it all. And I can say with absolute confidence, whatever you and these girls do, you won’t shock me. Besides, I can’t complain. Seeing those two squirm for you is hilarious.”