Chapter 16

The days blurred together as Hazel’s wagon rattled south, wheels thumping steadily over the rutted road. The landscape changed, grasslands melting into warm golden hills, the air growing thicker and heavier with each passing day. We moved by sun and by moon, camped by the road or in the wilds, each night a little further from Rompelt and a little closer to Sensluttia’s hidden gates.

The travel was monotonous, but the company kept it anything but dull. The girls found ways to burn off their endless energy. Syli and Kaya were constantly in motion, chasing each other through wildflower fields, wrestling in the grass, or playing games. Sometimes I’d catch sight of Kaya leaping nimbly over Syli, her golden tail flicking, or Syli dragging the cat girl down and pinning her to the earth, their laughter ringing out under the open sky.

But it was inside the wagon, in the secret space beneath the canvas and blankets, that the real distraction came. Multiple times a day, Syli or Kaya, or sometimes both, would end up in my lap, their bodies pressed tight against mine, lips on my throat or hands tugging at my belt. The rules about being quiet in Hazel’s wagon faded after the first long day, and soon every hour on the road became an opportunity for pleasure.

Syli loved to ride me slow and deep, grinding her hips down with her claws sunk into my shoulders, her blue fur soft against my skin, her crimson eye locked on mine. She’d press her breasts to my chest, her breath hot in my ear, whispering filthy promises about what she wanted when we stopped next. Kaya, by contrast, was playful, she’d straddle me with feline grace, lowering herself onto my cock, rolling her hips in maddening little circles that made me ache for her. She’d purr, nuzzle my cheek, or lean back and put on a show for whoever happened to be watching, her shadowy aura flickering as her orgasm built.

Most of the time, the girls took turns, riding me beneath the blankets, their bodies tense and eager, lips pressed tight to stifle moans as my cum filled them. Sometimes, if Hazel glanced back, all she’d see was a tangled pile of limbs and fur and hair, a nest of giggles and movement, no clue that two of the girls were squeezing every drop of seed from me, their pussies milking me until I was left gasping and lightheaded.

At night, after the horses were watered and fed, we’d gather around the fire, letting the tension fade into soft conversation. Neyla always sat by my side, her green skin glowing in the firelight, her thigh warm against mine. The two of us would talk quietly, the conversation drifting from stories of her past, old lovers, rivalries, goblin feasts, to dreams for the future. Sometimes, when the fire burned low, she’d curl into my side and rest her head on my chest, listening to my heart.

Hazel grew more comfortable every day. She asked questions about the quest, about the magic, about what it was like being the only human around, and listened to every answer. She was shy, but each night she settled closer to me, her body pressed against my other side, her tail curling around my leg as we drifted off to sleep.

Every morning began the same way: I’d wake with both Hazel and Neyla curled under my arms, their bodies pressed against me for warmth, breasts soft and fur tickling my skin. Without fail, one of the other girls, usually Syli, sometimes Kaya, would wiggle beneath the covers, their hot breath on my cock, tongue swirling over the head before taking me deep into their throat. I’d groan, careful not to disturb Neyla or Hazel, but usually my soft noises would wake them, and they’d watch in sleepy amusement as the wolf or cat girl sucked me to orgasm, drinking every drop of my cum with greedy delight.

Some mornings, after Syli finished, Kaya would slide over, trading places with the wolf girl and wrapping her lips around my cock to make me cum again, as her tail flicked with satisfaction. The two of them made a game of it, seeing who could coax the most out of me, who could get me to groan the loudest, who could leave me weak and shuddering before we even thought about breakfast.

At night, the beds were always shared. Hazel was shy, but after the first few nights, she stopped wearing anything to bed, sliding beneath the blankets naked and snuggling close to my side. Neyla slept curled into me on the other side, her hand sometimes resting on my chest, sometimes exploring lower, curiosity getting the better of her as the nights grew warmer.

The other two girls usually slept on their own, but sometimes Syli would sleep between my thighs with my cock in her mouth, that way she could beat Kaya to my seed, becoming a cock sleeve for the night.

The days melted together, a blur of sweat, laughter, soft whispers, and the endless, relentless drive south. With every pass of the sun, the girls grew closer, rivalry turning to camaraderie, lust becoming something deeper, a kind of bond that needed no words.

The journey itself faded into the background, a string of sunny afternoons, starlit nights, and tangled, naked bodies under the canvas. By the end of the week, we were a real pack, and every night I slept between the women who loved me, and every morning I was awakened by two eager, hungry girls wanting their breakfast.

On the eighth morning, as the sun rose as we were already a few hours in, and Hazel sat beside me, her hands on the reins, the wagon rocking gently. The road was wide and smooth, the forest on either side lush and green, and the air was warm and sweet. Her tail swished, her ears pricked, and she turned and gave me a smile, the sunlight catching her masked eyes.

“What’s up?” I asked, and she shook her head, grinning.

“Nothing, really,” she said, her ears flicking. “Just thinking. You know, if someone had told me, eight days ago, that I’d be sharing a bed with a Human, I would have thought they were insane. Or maybe drunk.”

“But now you’re okay with it?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Very much,” she replied, her voice quiet. “You’ve shown me things, Human. Things about myself, and the world, and ... well, I think it’s changed me. And I appreciate it. I do. So thank you. For letting me be a part of this. Of your pack.”